i even got a compliment from my friend who is not afraid to tell you if you look bad

100 Dialogue Prompts: Part 3

And we did it again, amigos! 

  1. “My sock is missing.”
  2. “I must say it can be rather therapeutic”
  3. “Shit, they spotted us. Quick, put your Obama mask on.”
  4. “You raided my village, killed my parents and slaughtered tens of innocent people. I was able to forgive you for all of that-tell myself it was in your nature. But then you did something heinous. Something beyond all possible hope of redemption. You killed my dog.”
  5. “What do you mean you accidentally assassinated the Pope!?”
  6. “I would love to give a fuck about you but sadly my last one went off to war and never returned”
  7. “If you think I’ll stop my quest for world domination for a bag of cookies, you are,,, right… Now, gimme that!”
  8. “What are you doing with that rubber duckie toy– OH DEAR GOD LORD HAVE MERCY”
  9. “I’m more afraid of myself than you.”
  10. “I already told you, there’s nothing we can do about the fights. We COULD if you stopped spoiling shows and books to everyone.”
  11. “You, my friend, are the most unnecessary when it comes to your excessively sassy attitude.”
  12. “I love you.” “…..What? OH APRIL FOOLS.”
  13. “What is this, a concert for ants???”
  14. “I made it! I’m in the list! This is being a great day since I remembered it’s a Thursday, not a Monday!”
  15. “It’s not that I don’t believe you. It’s just that, well, I’ve got a sink full of dishes and a cat to wash.”
  16. “When you said i had pretty eyes i thought you were complimenting me,not trying to buy them!”
  17. “The wolves eat tonight.”
  18. “Gee, thanks for nearly killing me because of ____!” “Listen up here, are you dead? You’d better be greateful you’re still alive tou little shit.”
  19. "When you said you could fly, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind.”
  20. “Sarah, I love you and all but hOW ON EARTH DO YOU KEEP SENDING OUR PETS TO SPACE?!”
  21. “Look, just because you kidnapped me doesn’t mean I’m going to marry you.”
  22. “How in God’s name did you even get up there?!”
  23. “I think I misplaced my right hand”
  24. “I did it! I got into university!” “That’s great! What course?” “Uh… Would it be a bad thing if I told you that… Dark magic and villainy?”
  25. “Well, it just so happens that I have been a homeless man for three years now. That must mean I’m the chosen one!”
  26. “Have your eyes always been that colour?”
  27. “I’m going to fight the sun!”
  28. “You can’t just run around punching people you don’t like, ____!”
  29. “I’m not into that kinda thing.”
  30. “Dude why did you eat all that cake on your own?”
  31. “I just wanted to know if we could use a plastic knife”
  32. “Uhhhh, guys? Don’t hate me, but I think I just released Satan”
  33. “Well, fine… Just wait a little bit before you do something stupid.” “…”
  34. “What do you mean there’s no bacon flavored ice cream!?”
  35. “What do you mean you’re my sister? I don’t have a sister!”
  36. “Why the hell do we need a duck to hunt Bigfoot?”
  37. “Oh, so you can do pink explosions too”
  38. “This isn’t my kitchen, is it?”
  39. “Ohhh, so THAT’S what you meant by ‘shooting starts’.”
  40. “ACHOO” “bless you” “Thank you, wait a minute I live alone”
  41. “Put my creepy cat in a different room? Don’t be silly! I don’t even have a cat!”
  42. “Katie, please stop shooting me with tranquilizer darts.”
  43. “Why did you think it was a good idea to only bring a potato to this heist?”
  44. “Okay, we make this promise now - nobody look at that fucking goat ever again.”
  45. “Sarah, why is the cat naked?”
  46. “Wait. You’re aroused?”
  47. “Why would that surprise you?”
  48. “It does on account of you being covered in blood. Wipe that smile off your face. You look like a cat in heat.”
  49. “okay so let me get this straight, you’re not actually my long lost twin…” “yes.” “…because you’re me from another dimension” “…yes.”
  50. “I’m sorry, but did that thing just talk?”
  51. “I thought we promised to never speak of that incident again!”
  52. "Sweetheart”“Yes dear”“Some of your morally challenged friends are trying to kidnap me again.”“And?”“And!?”“You’re a big girl, you can take care of yourself.”“Of course I can, but the gesture would have been nice!”
  53. “how many epilepsy pills can you take before you overdose?” “Just one or two.” “I’m gonna have to call you back.”
  54. “…I was GOING to ask why there’s a pink goo all over the kitchen floor but I think that can wait whilst I ask what the FUCK IS GOING ON?”
  55. “For the last time, can you stop calling that thing 'human’”
  56. “Okay, that is a seriously dodgy looking hat-are you certain you’re right about this?”
  57. “Really Darling, you can stop trying to scream, we’ve already espablished that no one cares and it’s giving you unflattering lines on your forehead.”
  58. “_______, why am I on the ceiling?”
  59. “What the heck happened while I was at the store?
  60. "What the actual fuck!” “I did warn-” “Yes I know you said you were crazy, but this…. This is…” “Just another Tuesday. Oh we’re late for tea!” “With who?!” “With the Queen of course, who else?”
  61. “Despreate times call for cows.”
  62. “Did you burn the last piece of toast again?”
  63. “You didn’t TELL me there’d be free food!”
  64. “Did Jesus really die for this bullshit?”
  65. “Do you want the apocalypse?!! Because that’s how you get the apocalypse!!!”
  66. “Goddamit, I’m dead again aren’t I? How the hell did I do it this time?”
  67. “Dude, no.”
  68. “I may be a horrible person, but at least I am an honest one.”
  69. “I told you, I dress to kill, now fetch me my fancy stilettos, mama’s gonna slay tonight!”
  70. “I left the room for 3 minutes and you really want to tell me you started a war with every single planet?” “Well, I told you 3 months ago to not leave me alone.” “And I told you I have to use the bathroom 3 months ago!”
  71. “Wow, only took 3 minutes to destroy the world.” “Let’s see if I can do it in 2!”
  72. “So… Wh-Why- How did you flush the duck down the toilet?”
  73. “dude. i liked that carpet. do you know how hard it is to wash bloodstains out of carpets.”
  74. “Don’t worry, it’s much worse than it looks.”
  75. “What are you doing ___?” “I’m camping.” “No you’re beside tree with a blank-” “CAMPING”
  76. “WHAT THE FUCK IS A DUCKPOTATO”
  77. “PUT THE PUPPY DOWN AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN!”
  78. “PLEASE DON’T HANG UP! YOU AND YOUR FAMILY ARE IN DANGER!”
  79. “What the hell kind of scream was that? And how did you make it?! ”
  80. “Hey, uhm… Hate to interrupt your conversation, but why the fuck is there a giraffe on the soup aisle”
  81. “You mean to tell me that somebody decided it was a good idea to cross plums and apricots, but nobody can figure out why my cat has RABBIT ears?”
  82. “Sorry but um… why is there a fox and a bear singing Ooh la la by Britney Spears on the balcony? And where is my chicken, Pudding?!”
  83. “Where did you get LIGHT-UP COMBAT BOOTS? THEY CHANGE COLOR?!”
  84. “So you’re telling me there was a genie trapped in that can of soup? And you accidentally ATE THE GENIE?!”
  85. “Listen…don’t take this the wrong way, but…I love the OTHER you better.”
  86. “Tell me why,  exactly, did you need the rubber chicken? ”
  87. “Look, I’m not a liar, alright?  And I ain’t overdramatic or hyperbolic or whatever else you wanna call me.  So when I say I would sell my soul for a pancake right now, I mean I will literally sell my soul for a pancake right now.  And maybe a million dollars.”
  88. “Wait a second, you’re telling me that….. YOU’VE BEEN DATING SATAN BEHIND MY BACK FOR FOUR WHOLE YEARS?!!!”
  89. “Well dad did say he would be gone for five days…what the hell? Let’s go to the corner store!”
  90. “Why did you buy 74 melons?!”
  91. “Where’s the toaster?” “It’s in the kitchen… Why do you have a fork?” “K, thanks.”
  92. “Death, out of all the things in this world, why are so afraid of ____?”
  93. “This floor is like my life; Cold and Hard.”
  94. “So you’re telling me that I am the only thing that is preventing a Third World War, right?” “Yeah, pretty much.”
  95. “I don’t know your name and you don’t know mine but I promise it will turn out okay.”
  96. “Little did you know, they were slowly turning into werewolves.”
  97. “Umm… I may have possibly accidentally blown up another planet”
  98. “I told you not to do that… now look, you’ve lost your hand!”
  99. “Every time you speak I literally die a little”
  100. “One baby soul please, Adult souls give me gas!”

“I need you, yes you (you should feel targeted), to come up with a new dialogue prompt for part 4 and leave it in the comments below. It’s fun and the first 100 replies will make the next list. As always, one prompt per amigo and don’t forget the doubles quotes “”. Pantoffel” (Click here for part 1 and here for part 2)

R: Their chubby s/o is self-conscious and worried about their first time.

Requested by anonymous:

Hey! Could I request a scenario where y/n is really self conscious and is worried to have their first time because she’s chubby?

N/A: Body positivity kings tbh :’) 

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Opposites Attract

Originally posted by worldmagiiic

“How is the most beautiful girl in all the world?” Kiseok smirked knowing you would overreact for the simplest things.

You blushed hearing the compliment. It wasn’t the first time he had told you this but it never failed to get a reaction out of you. “Who are you talking to” you covered your cheeks with your hands trying to avoid him.

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How each type is a bad friend

INxJ:

First of all, if you’re friends with this person, you’re probably a nerd. Your friend’s dominant Ni means that they’d rather spend their time alone complimenting deep shit than going out and doing actual fun shit like spending time with people and being a relatively normal human being. You know who does that? People who lack a social life, that’s who. People who spend more time on Tumblr reblogging fandom gifs and roleplaying as fake people than taking a stroll outside or getting food in their system, that’s who. People who use “INxJ” as the main way to describe themselves even though most of the world doesn’t have an idea what an INTJ or INFJ is, that’s who. I’d tell you to steer clear of making friends with these people, but their introversion and lack of connection to the outside world is already doing it for me.

ISxJ:

What the fuck is a Si-dom? I don’t fuckin know. Si is such an invisible function, just like your friend is at social gatherings. If you wanna find an ISxJ at a party, just look near the walls, you’ll find one eventually. They’re the person who’s there but not doing anything notable. I’ll be honest, I don’t know anything about Si-doms and I’d be happy to sit down with some and get insight into what goes on in their heads.

ExFJ:

They care about you and aren’t afraid to show it. It’s flattering until it isn’t. It’s flattering until they message you literally every day and talk about their best experiences so many times that you can practically imagine yourself being there as, for the third time this week, they tell you about that one time they consoled a crying stranger at a party and left with them to get food together. It’s flattering until you deliberately avoid them in public so you don’t have to deal with them clinging on to you and asking about your personal business nonstop. “You know (mutual friend)? I think they hate me” “I think that barista at Starbucks is into me” “How’s it going with (SO or crush)?” are some things to expect from an ExFJ, which will be followed by you thinking something along the lines of SHUT THE FUCK UP AND MIND YOUR OWN DAMN BUSINESS

ExTJ:

What a great friend you’ve come across. They’re so loyal and really know how to hold a good conversation. You want to hang out with them, so you ask them if they’re available. Oh wait, they aren’t. Just like they were last week. And the week before that. And the week before that one. And most of the time you’ve had them as a friend. “Yo, wanna hang out tonight?” “Can’t, got work to do” or “I’m thinking about hitting up this bar tonight, wanna come?” “Sorry, already got plans with someone” or “How about we get lunch today?” “I have a meeting all lunch hour” are all exchanges you can expect to have with an ExTJ. So many things in their life they have to make time for and none of them are you. If text conversations and little face-to-face time satisfy you, then ExTJ is a perf friend for you.

xSTP:

You think you’ve found yourself a nice, sociable, and wholesome friend. They’re charismatic, warm, and can always make a mundane situation fun. Then they get sick of using Fe and go into full Ti mode. That’s when you discover just how much of a sociopath your friend probably is. “Here’s some circumstances in which (breaking a certain law or moral convention) is fine” and “Actually in my opinion, killing someone is justified if…” are some ways in which this can manifest. Don’t make friends with an xSTP unless you can handle jokes that would make an INFP mad and oh look, there they are hitting you up to go do parkour and light shit on fire at your local park. It’s almost midnight, don’t they have responsibilities or sleep to get to? Of course they need to sleep, they have to get to the gym in the morning so they can look good for their trashy Instagram selfies.

xSFP:

Oh. My. Gawsh. You think xSFP is so lovable. Their down-to-earthness and outgoing vibes trigger such positive reactions from you. But their Se is powerful. Watch them go out and get lit every weekend night without you. Watch them make friends with everyone at parties and post pics with their friends on their Snapchat story. If only you could be good enough to do that fun shit with xSFP. Of course you’ll make a nice joke that makes them laugh once in a while or help them out with some things, but if you’re not already best friend material with them, odds are you never will be, which is especially heartbreaking if you’re ESTP. Unless you’re xSFP yourself, then you may still have hope.

xNTP:

xNTP. Such a dynamic person. Has the active mind and the means to express it of an xNFP with the no-fucks-given attitude of an xSTP. But good luck getting a friendship with them to be strong and lasting if you don’t share anything in common. No, you don’t listen to their favourite progressive death metal corewave glitchhop bands or enjoy Tuvan throat singing or share their appreciation of obscure films, so what the fuck are you supposed to talk about together? Concrete reality? Normal people things? Go find someone with high Se if that interests you.

xNFP:

So you want to discuss an ethical issue without anyone taking anything too personally. Well too fuckin bad for you cause xNFP’s gonna take something personally sooner or later. They’ll give you that “seen 5:38 pm” and be very obviously disinterested in your conversations after that before removing you from their list of people they like being around and never talking to you in a friendly context ever again. And Jebus help you if you’re not into their main interests cause the second they meet someone who shares said interests, you’re getting fuckin replaced no matter how emotionally invested you’re in xNFP. You aren’t a fan of Arctic Monkeys? Too fuckin bad for you cause xNFP has at least 3 other friends who are and they like those friends a lot more than you. I hope you like feeling worthless cause that’s what happens when xNFP likes you but just as an acquaintance or just straight up doesn’t like you at all.

Mystic Messenger: V’s Common Route Walkthrough (Days 1-4)

V’s Route Days 5-11 | Bad Ends V’s Route Chat/Calls Times | Walkthrough Masterpost 

Read before you start:

  • In order to get into V’s route, you need to play along with Saeran. I’m assuming that if you reveal the truth to the RFA early in the game, you might get a common route bad end.
  • These are the answers I chose. There’s probably more than 1 way to reach each different outcome in the story, you are free to pick different answers.
  • This walkthrough may not be 100% accurate. Follow the choices at your own risk.
  • Missed Chats: Cost 15 hgs to unlock.
  • Calling V & Saeran “Ray”: Costs 10 hgs. As of now, these two don’t have calling cards, & are not included in the “all characters” calling cards from the VIP package. 
  • Heart Color Meaning:
    • V: Mint | Unknown/Ray: Magenta | Jumin: Purple | 707: Red | Yoosung: Green | Jaehee: Yellow | Zen: Gray
  • CGS unlocked with this walkthrough: 
    • V: 30/37 | Unknown/Ray: 6/6 | Jumin: 6/6 | 707: ¾ | Yoosung: 1/1 | Jaehee: ¾ | Zen: 5/6

**Please DO NOT copy and paste anywhere else.**

**I want to play blindly and see what endings I can achieve on my own. Please DO NOT send me spoilers**

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Zach x Reader: “Say You Won’t Let Go” (Part III)

I’ll wake you up with some breakfast in bed

I’ll bring you coffee with a kiss on your head

Zach told you on your first anniversary. Your first time just happened and Zach could almost smile and die happily knowing that he had the honour of being the first (and probably last) guy to become that intimate with you. God really was not dead.

He asked permission from his mom, who loved you the moment she saw you placing a flower crown you created on her daughter’s head, to use their lake house at the edge of the town for your anniversary and she nearly threw the damn thing at him.

So there he was with a tray full of pancakes, strawberries, and coffee he made for you and there you were, sprawled out on the white king-sized bed with only the large blanket covering your otherwise naked figure.

“Good morning, honey-bunch.” You laughed at another cheesy endearment Zach spat. This was a little game between you and him: to out-cheese each other in terms of endearments.

You sat up, stopping yourself from flinching when you sat wrong and could feel the soreness in between your legs. Goddamn that boy was not small.

“Good morning to you too, sweetie pie.”

Zach shook his head, his smile not falling off his face as he placed the tray in front of you and gave you a good morning peck despite your protest. He moved away slightly as you ran your hands in his hair, trying to subdue his stubborn fringe from falling off his face.

“You still like me right?” you joked.

“No actually, I’m just using you for your body.” He said as he cheekily tried to pull down the blanket that you covered over your chest down.

“Zachary!” You smacked his arms making him laugh.

“Trust me babe, nothing I haven’t seen befo—“ he was cut off by the pillow you threw in his face.

“Another three points for the great (Y/N) (Y/L/N)! AND THE CROWD GOES WILD! AAAAAH! AAAAAH!” You mocked. But you knew your mistake when the pillow fell off his face and he had that glint in his eyes. Oh no.

“Zach! No! Stooop!” You tried to get away from him but it was prove fruitless when his other hand pinned you right where he wanted you.

“Tell me I’m the best boyfriend ever.” He said, not showing any signs of stopping.

“YOU’RE THE—STOP! YOU’RE THE BEST BOYFRIEND EVER!”

“I know.” He said, stealing another kiss from you but still not removing his arms around you.

“You are such a little shit.” You muttered in his lips, making him smile.

“I love you too, sugar plump.”

Zach watched you quietly in his lap as you munched on the pancakes and strawberries while simultaneously feeding him some every once in a while.

You had no idea then but Zach has never been so in love.

He felt so safe around you, so carefree, so (dare he might say it) happy. Something he has never been his whole life.

Well, not since …

His heart nearly stopped when he remembered Jessica’s words. Fear starting to crawl up into his chest, making his heart want to stop. He buries his face in your neck. He is so afraid of losing you: his safe haven. But he loves you and he wants whatever this is to last forever. Therefore, no more secrets.

“Baby,” he muttered in between your shoulders.

“Hmm?” You fed him another forkful of pancakes and strawberries which he gladly chewed on before kissing your cheeks.

You accidentally looked at his eyes and you knew that look. It was a look that was too familiar in his eyes, the look he has been carrying for a while in the first few months you have been friends. You immediately faced him and straddled his waist, pulling him close to your chest as he slowly broke down in your arms.

“What’s wrong, darling?” You said hugging him tighter, hoping it would be enough to bring him back together.

“I … I need to tell you something …”

And he did. He told you about Hannah, the tapes, the compliments, his sin that he has buried deep inside him and watched as your face slowly, and steadily falls. Your arms on his neck started to loosen as his around your waist tightened.

You were in shock. You never knew Hannah Baker but you had those weird mutual glances and nod of heads whenever you saw each other around. You felt so bad when you heard the news knowing if you only made the first move and befriended her, God knows you would’ve been good friends, she might’ve had someone to hold on to.

You looked back at Zach when he called out for your name and saw how much pain he was in.

“Zach ..”

“I know I probably ruined everything but I just wanted you to know because I love you so much and I didn’t want to keep this a secret especially since – “

“Zach!” You cut him off, he was breathing heavily, trying so hard not to cry. “What you did was … horrible. And it hurt Hannah more than you will ever know.”

Zach sniffed, nodding but was surprised when you pulled him close to you, him automatically burying his face in your neck. You could feel it getting wet and Zach’s sniffles only made your heart break even more.

“But you can’t punish yourself forever, okay?” Zach nodded, face still buried. “You need to forgive yourself.”

“Thank you.” He whispered so softly you could barely comprehend.

“No, Zach,” you said kissing every part of his face that you could reach. “Thank you for telling me. This hasn’t changed anything okay? I love you. And when I say I love you, I mean all of you, the good, the bad, especially the worst. Okay? You’re not losing me over this, I – hey, look at me please?” You tried to coax his face out of your neck softly.

“Heeey, big guy, cupcake, bunny fluff, sugar bunch, okay I’m out of cute nicknames, ummm, love of my life, first guy who fucked me –“You beamed when you got a snort from him. He looked at you, eyes bloodshot but a small smile gracing his face.

“You don’t have to be afraid anymore.” You gave him a kiss and tightened your hold on him as he deepened it. When the kiss broke you could almost see the relief on his face and you felt so bad imagining the pain and fear he must’ve felt when he had that secret at the back of his mind. “I love you so much, darling.”

“I love you more,” he kissed your forehead and held you tight. “So much more.”

I’m so in love with you

And I hope you know

Darling your love is more than worth its weight in gold

Zach stared at you as you said goodbye to your parents, eyes full of tears, nobody wanting it to end. He watched you like a hawk as you gave your parents one last look as you looked ahead and stared at Zach, with his own suitcase, leaning on his car.

“Hey there, big guy.” you tried to smirk which quivered before completely diasppearing.

He couldn’t believe you still managed to joke with your bloodshot eyes. “You ready, angel?” He asked as you walked, close enough to hear him. He opened up his arms and you dove straight to his chest.

“University is gonna be scary.” You mumbled on his chest making him laugh. “Of course you’re laughing,” you rolled your eyes as he opened the door for you and walking around to get to the driver seat. “You’re all big and macho, you’re practically at the top of the food chain already.”

“And you’re my girl,” he said as he started the engine and took your hands in his. “You’ll be fine, babe.”

You jokingly squinted your eyes at him and poked his chest with your free hand. “If you cheat with some big-boobed  uni girl I will drag your ass to hell and back.”

He actually laughed. “You know I love your boobs too much babe. They’re my favourite.”

You grinned, as you watched the familiar buildings passed by knowing it would be a long time before you would see them ever again. “Thank you, I know they’re amazing.”


Zach actually laughed out loud. “And if you cheat on me with another stupid jock I’ll beat the shit out of him and then lock you up in the basement I secretly own.”

“Ooh, kinky and tempting.” You joked earning a glare. “Kidding, babe. You know, I love you.” You gave him a peck on the cheeks.

“You’re such a pain in the ass.”

“Hey! You love my ass.” You pouted.

“That I do, darling.” He chuckled kissing the back of your hands softly, still focusing on the road ahead. “It’s kinda unhealthy, really.”

Zach felt bad but he has always dreamt of leaving this town with his nightmares along with it, he could remember how he swore repeatedly to himself that nothing could make leaving any better. But with your laughter as his background? He didn’t mind being proven wrong this time.


Kinda short but the next part will be the Epilogue! Who’s up for grown up Zach?

anonymous asked:

"I need you, though." Chlonette or Maribee? If you can! Love your fics btw they just keep getting better!

Ok… I had an idea… and I ran with it… and… yeah…. that escalated quickly.

most of this will be under a read more because its about 3k words long… 

(Also some mention of unrequited Chloe/Adrien and Adrienette) Hope you like it.


“You’re probably wondering what I am doing here.” 

“Yeah!” Marinette said, clutching her covers to her chest as she tried to process the sight of the super heroine sitting cross legged on the edge of her bed. “How did you even-” 

“I came in through your skylight,” Queen bee said cutting off the question with a wave of her hand, “Chat mentioned a while back that you usually keep it unlocked and I needed to talk to you.” 

“I am going to kill that stupid cat,” she muttered under her breath. 

“What?” 

“Nothing,” Marinette said quickly. “So, what are you doing here?”  

“Well you see, the thing is… wait are you naked under there?” Bee gasped, her eyes going wide and her face flushing an obvious red even in the semi-darkness.

“No! Why would you say that?!” Marinette shot back, her own face coloring. 

“Well you are doing the whole, blanket clutchy thing!” 

“Because a stranger has shown up out of nowhere in my bedroom in the middle of the night and I am in my pajamas!” 

“But I’m not a stranger I am a superhero. And I know that Chat visits you.”

“He doesn’t come in when I am sleeping!” 

“Oh. I guess you have a point there,” Bee said looking thoughtful. “Anyways I need your help.” 

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For Me

Alternate End

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: You wanted to go on one final date before finally letting him go.

Word Count: 2926

Originally posted by nelliel66

He looked at you, looked at your radiance, looked at your beaming smile as he complimented your cooking. He looked at you with caring and loving eyes, just not the kind of love that you had thought. He didn’t know when he fell out of love for you, but looking at you now he felt guilty for keeping you at his side when you could be out there looking for someone who could truly love you. 

You looked at him, looked at his tired eyes, looked at his forced smile as he complimented your cooking. You looked at him with caring and loving eyes, the kind of love that you wanted him to have. You didn’t know when he fell out of love for you, but looking at him now you felt like you didn’t want to let him go even if he didn’t truly love you.

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Cliché

summary: Dan Howell is a regular teenager. He goes to high school, he hangs out with his best friends (PJ, Chris, and Phil), and he hates doing homework. He’s fairly attractive, enough so to attract the attention of a few girls and secretly Phil. What people don’t know about this average teen, is that he isn’t so average. Dan Howell is in a popular alternative band. He sings and plays keyboard for this band, known to many as ‘Ripping Ivory’. He wears a mask onstage as he sings and is known by his fanbase as Q, even though they know this isn’t his true identity.

warnings: panic attack type situation, worry, some sexual references. but all warnings are small this book is overall very nice i just need to warn bc warnings

words: 4100

a/n: this is my first fic so i edited this and read it over many times. please tell me if i have any grammar mistakes or anything. also, im really proud of this so please don’t let it flop!!

p.s.s: ik this is a bad title. i write i don’t come up with this crap.

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“Dude did you guys hear about how Ripping Ivory is coming here in 2 weeks??” Chris asks as he sits down at the lunch table. Dan doesn’t even flinch at the name because of how much his friends talk about the band, but his heart does speed up and he is afraid that they may ask him something and Dan will end up telling them, that he is Q and that’s him behind the mask.

Phil nods, “I already got tickets! Are you guys going??” PJ and Chris both exclaim a form of 'yes!’ but Dan shakes his head and looks down. “Why can’t you go? I could probably get tickets for you if it has anything to do with money”

'Nope, definitely not money’ Dan thinks to himself, 'Just the fact that I’ll be the one singing at that concert.’ “I’m visiting my grandma the day of the concert” This wasn’t technically a lie, except for the fact that his grandma was coming to the concert to see him perform. As long as they never see her there then there will be no problems. Dan tries to make sure his family members come to the concerts at different times so no one will ever suspect it. All of his close relatives and his co-workers are the only people who know his secret.

“Oh man, that sucks” PJ whispers. They had all wanted to go together, and Dan had made sure to act excited with them about it weeks prior to get them pumped. Dan is actually very glad that they will be able to come to his band’s concert, only part of him wishes he could be in the crowd with them.

The thought of Ripping Ivory without Dan, or Q, makes Dan giggle. It would be David on the bass and Todd on the drums but only David’s back up vocals, or any vocals for that matter. Dan did most of the singing.

“We’ll take videos and pictures for you.” Phil comforts him and gives him a small hug before pulling away.

“Lester’s going to have /a lot/ of pictures and videos. We all know how much he loves Q,” Chris says and then makes his voice higher and clasps his hands together as he talks again, “Oh my Q! He’s so beautiful and his hair looks so soft! I’m going to marry him one day!” Phil shoves Chris from across the table.

“No, Phil talks more about his ass in those tight ass jeans. I wonder how that boy can even breathe in them,” PJ chuckles and dodges any attacks from a angry looking Phil. Phil can’t look angry so Dan would describe him as looking like an angry goldfish.

'Easy,’ Dan thinks, 'You get used to wearing them after a while. They’ve just shaped to fit my body perfectly.’

Dan then realizes what Phil has been thinking about Q. Q has the same body as Dan, so does Phil like Dan’s body too????? Dan’s cheeks heat up and his heart rate speeds up at the indirect compliment. Phil was definitely someone that he may or may not have a /tiny/ crush on. I mean, who wouldn’t fall for him?

“I mean, maybe you could come to another concert with us another time…” Chris says, trying to lighten the situation. “It’s okay, I will. I heard panic! is coming in November,” Dan says and smiles, suddenly changing the topic to that.

/

Dan and Phil both walk to Phil’s house together. Phil walks up the sidewalk to the front door and opens it up. “Thanks for coming over, I really needed someone to hang out with. My parents have been gone for 2 days and it’s lonely.”

“Not that I don’t want to be here, because I do, but why couldn’t Chris or PJ come??” Dan asks curiously.

“They’re probably having sex.”

“That’s true. Not a mental picture I needed though”

“Sorry.. but now I have it too so we’re even”

Dan’s phone buzzes in his pocket and he picks it up, checking the new message. It’s in his band’s group chat from their manager, Sara, to the band group chat. 'BAND STUFF’ was too obvious so they settled for the next best option.

FROM SARA (to BNDSTF)

meet at arena, they’re letting us go up early to practice / get some things done before the concert.

Dan sighs, “Phil, I’m really sorry but I have to go..”

“What, why?”

“Family emergency.”

Phil has been getting suspicious of a lot of these random having to leave things and family emergencies, but he doesn’t say anything because what if his mum was really in the hospital or dying?? Then Phil would be a terrible friend.

Phil just nods, “Go ahead. Text me if you can? Anything is better than being alone.”

Dan nods back, “Of course”

FROM DAN (BNDSTF):

omw

/

Dan slides on his mask, a plain black covering that went around his eyes and the top of his nose. Dan also pushes his hair up into a quiff for shows so no one will be able to tell him from his fringe.

Ripping Ivory’s shows are what Dan calls 'Literally the best thing you’ll ever go to’. There’s lights, smoke, audience participation (consensual of course), and wardrobe changes for different parts of the concert.

Dan wears his black skinny jeans most of the concert and changes his shirts mostly. Unless it’s an outdoor concert and halfway through the concert he may change into basketball shorts.

Dan and the rest of the members quickly skim through their songs and then all of them sneak off to decode the entire arena to find the best spots to stay and check out dressing rooms. It is a pre-concert tradition for them to memorize every corridor and backstage thing they can. They may or may not play hide and seek up until they literally call them to go onstage.

FROM PHIL (to Dan):

everything going good with your family??

FROM DAN (to Phil):

yeah sorry about having to leave..

FROM PHIL (to Dan):

it’s totally understandable.

/

“I’m not counting, that round was unfair!” Todd complains and crosses his arms.

Dan laughs and rolls his eyes, “I found you fair and square.”

“You didn’t tell us you were coming.”

“Fine! I’ll just count! We have 45 seconds so I’m giving you 15 seconds to run to a spot,” David says and puts his hands over his eyes, starting to count (rather quickly too). Dan runs as fast as he can into a closet and slams the door shut and he suddenly hears a small click.

Dan goes into panic mode when he finds the door locked. He starts banging on the door for someone to come open it. “HELP!!!!!” he screams and he waits for a good at least 30 seconds before David opens the door. “Dan we’re supposed to be out there! Hurry!”

Dan, Todd, and David all sprint to their spots when entering the stage.

Dan is lifted onto the stage from a middle spot. He runs his fingers through his already pushed up hair and fixes his mask. “Hello London!” he says happily and the crowd starts shouting. Dan walks up and starts high-fiving people from the front of the pit. “Sorry for starting so late” Dan giggles a bit, “I got trapped in a closet” He widens his eyes a bit and smiles.

“But no one here came to hear me complain about my life so lets start out with some 'Focus on her’!” The crowd shouts loudly and Dan smiles a very happy smile.

Dan walks forward to the front of the stage as he sings. For this song and the next two songs after he will be wearing this white button-up that is short sleeve and has small black dots on it. Most of his wardrobe is monochrome because of his mask and jeans but some parts he has more bright clothes.

Smoke rises up on both sides of Dan and around the rest of the band and lights flash in all directions.

The next three songs finish way faster than anyone wanted. Dan and the other members run backstage as they play a video for the crowd that is enough to keep them on their toes for the next song.

Dan runs out after the video just ends. He is now wearing a Kanye West 'Yeezus’ shirt that he just threw on because he’ll be doing the 'It Game’ after the next song.

The It Game is whenever he has one of his security guards pick a random girl or guy from the audience. Then he sings them one of their more lovey songs (as much as Dan doesn’t want to admit it, he wrote the song while thinking of him and Phil). He then asks them a few questions to entertain the audience and give the 'It’ a good experience to remember. The 'It’ is able to leave the stage with backstage passes for whoever they came with and a kiss on the cheek from Q.

Soon enough, Dan is waiting for the spotlight to land on whoever his main guard, Bob, chose to go on stage. “Okay guys, we’re now going to play a little game. One of my security guards, and good friends, will be choosing a person from the audience to come up here. If you’re asked and don’t want to, just say no because I know how bad that can be for someone. Like 'OMG Q why did you force me on stage and make me say my name in front of like a ton of people?!’, it’s okay because I won’t. So Bob, go and find the 'It’.”

The crowd cheers and several people jump and hold up signs to try and get onstage. Suddenly a spotlight stops in the middle. Dan can’t tell what the person looks like because of how bright everything is but he will whenever they get up on the stage.

Footsteps, the spotlight is put not only on Dan, but his guest. Dan looks up into the eyes and is filled with familiarity. Blue eyes that he could recognize in a sea of people. Out of everyone here, Bob chose Phil Lester. That bastard knew who he was to Dan and chose him on purpose.

Dan smiles and grabs a stool from the side of the stage for him to sit down. He grabs a microphone and hands it to Phil because Dan has a headset mic. “What’s your name?” Dan asks with a smile and suddenly /really/ hopes Phil won’t be able to recognize him even through a mask.

“Phil.”

“Beautiful name for a beautiful man, huh?”

Phil’s cheeks go a dark shade of red, “Thank you” he almost whispers.

“I would compliment you more, but I guess singing you a song will work too” Dan smiles at him and Phil’s eyes crinkle up into that beautiful smile that Dan loves seeing. “Adorable” Dan says and starts with the song.

Dan finishes the song by walking up to Phil and swiftly pushing the little hairs that had fallen out of his fringe back with the others, giving him a small smile. “So, Phil, where are you from?”

“Here. Me and my friends got so excited whenever we found out you guys were coming, although one of them couldn’t make it, but there’s always next time”

“Of course, I’m glad you could make it though. Or else you’d never get to be sat on a bright stage with Q.”

“My one true dream, finally come true.”

Dan laughs and smiles, “Glad I could make it happen. Tell me Phil, is there anyone special in your life right now?”

Phil smiles a bit and looks down, “I would say you but I haven’t even taken you to dinner yet” Phil laughs and shakes his head, “No, but in all seriousness, there’s this guy I may or may not be on the verge of asking out.”

Both Dan and the crowd collectively go 'ooooo’ at the same time. Dan props his elbows on his legs and rests his head on his hands, watching Phil. “Tell me more, we have time”

“Well I’m not going to say anything specific because he always seems to know everything about this band but he’s really cute and bisexual, and I’m pretty sure that even if I wasn’t gay that I still would’ve fallen in love with him.”

“Awwww!! I wish you and your man, good luck” Dan says and he means it because 'oh my shithole, Phil just indirectly told him that he likes/loves Dan???!??!?!

“Thank you” Phil blushes more and smiles.

“Okay, before I so rudely kick you off my stage, how many people did you come here with?”

“Two of my friends and myself.”

“Would two of your friends and yourself like to come backstage after the show to hang out??”

“Yes please”

“Aw, such a gentleman. Okay so go see Bob when you exit the stage and he’ll get you those passes. See you later!” Dan smiles to himself and walks up to Phil, kissing his cheek.

/

“These are literally my best friends so don’t do stupid things okay?? I’ll be hearing all about this tomorrow at school,” Dan warns his band members. Todd laughs, “So don’t reveal you, show your dick pi-” “I don’t take dick pics!” Dan shouts and throws a bottle of water at him, causing it to spill all over Tom and the ground. At this same moment, PJ, Chris, and Phil are all ushered into the room.

David laughs loudly at the situation, “Looks like you have already failed your mission not to embarrass yourself.” “At least I don’t look like I pissed myself” Dan says and eyes Todd. Todd puts his middle finger up at Dan, “At least I’m not talking about my dick”

“I’ll have you know I have a very nice dick”

“No you don’t”

“You’ve seen me naked before you don’t have to lie”

“Nah mate, I say that /because/ I’ve seen you naked”

Dan throws another bottle of water at him and then turns to their guests. “I’m Q, this is David and Todd. Welcome to our humble abode…. er I mean my dressing room.”

Chris smiles and steps forward, shaking Dan’s hand, “Big fan of your music. Glad to be able to meet you in person.”

PJ smiles, “Same for me. I bet it’s even better for Phil to meet you, he likes you almost as much as he loves 'Daaaaannn’” Dan hopes no one can see the blush on his cheeks.

Todd walks up and pats Dan on the back, “You’ve always been popular with the ladies.. and guys too. We have a big LGBT+ audience. I’d say it’s a very good thing though, spreading gayness one song at a time.”

/

PJ, Chris, and Phil all leave after about 30 minutes because that’s the most amount of time that the guards would let them stay. As they leave, they spot Dan’s grandma walking around backstage and talking to Bob.

All three of them walk over to her. Chris decides to talk for them, “Mrs. April?? What are you doing here?” She turns around and smiles at the boys, “Oh boys! It’s so nice to see all of you! I just came to see the wonderful show!”

“I thought Dan was going to visit you today? He said that’s why he couldn’t make it to the concert..” Phil says, suddenly confused. PJ then steps up, “Also.. how did you get back here without a backstage pass?”

Mrs. April smiles at them without it wavering at all, “I have to go” she says and walks away, towards the dressing rooms where they can see Q step out and hug her. Just as he goes inside, he slips off his mask, and leaves the other boys at an angle where they couldn’t see his face"

/

They all sit in the car, left silent with their thoughts as PJ drives them back to Chris’ house. “What if Q is Dan?” Phil asks quietly and Chris laughs. Phil shakes his head at him, “It sounds idiotic but it’s possible. Dan’s grandma came and hugged Q, Dan told us he couldn’t come to see us because he was going to see his grandma, and we already know he can sing and play piano. I’m not reaching very far to conclude this- oh my god I admitted to Dan himself that I’m practically in love with him”

PJ smiles sympathetically, “It’s okay Phil. We’ll find out- plus anytime you said something about it Q got flustered so if it’s true maybe Dan likes you back. I think the best way to find out will be to not ask him about it and let it unfold. I have a plan.”

/

That night, the boys went over several plans until they got down the best one that they could think of that should trap Dan into telling them the truth. They decided to go with the plan at lunchtime.

“How was the concert?” Dan asks and Phil smiles. His experience at the concert could be put in the top 3 moments of his life. “Amazing! I got on stage and Q was so hot and cute and he kissed my cheek and I swear it’s still burning a hole where his lips touched and we got to go backstage to meet the band!” Phil says excitedly and sits down next to Dan.

PJ and Chris sit down after Phil. “What about you, how was your grandma?” PJ asks and Dan had already guessed that they would ask about her so he was prepared. “She was great actually. Her and my mum talked all night basically and I contributed to about 30% of their conversations. We left her house really late, like 1 or 2.”

Chris contorts his face a bit, “So that’s why she was at your concert last night? We got to speak to her.”

Dan’s heart suddenly starts racing really fast, worse than other times. His breathing quickens and the room starts getting smaller. The people talking around him is louder than usual. “I-I’ve go-tta go-o” he whispers and stands up. The room starts spinning, making it hard for Dan to move. Dan tries to grab onto Phil to break his fall but he completely misses and trips, banging his head against the ground. The last thing Dan remembers before everything going black is the sound of his own sobbing (he doesn’t remember crying but he knows it was himself crying), Phil quickly getting on the floor with him, and PJ yelling for a nurse.

/

Dan barely squints his eyes open. He has a cold washcloth on his forehead and he is in his bedroom. Phil is sitting at the end of his bed and Chris and PJ are on the love seat across from his bed. They haven’t noticed Dan woke up yet so he decides to listen to their conversation like the sneaky fuck he is, he shuts his eyes once more.

“Gotta say, that guy is really good at what he does. He’s gotten this entire thing past us for 3 years and we only just found out because we went to a concert.” The voice is definitely PJ.

“I can understand why he would keep it from us, this is a big deal. He obviously just wants to keep his identity a secret so he can live normally. This crossed a big barrier for him, bringing famous life into his normal life. That episode he had was understandable” Phil says and places his hand on Dan’s leg.

“I just want him to know that he can trust us, we’ve known him since we were all in our moms’ wombs. This isn’t something I would just go and tell someone,” Chris adds to the conversation.

Before anyone else speaks, Dan decides to make his way in. “That’s good to know” he whispers and sits up a bit in bed and opens his eyes. All three of the boys all snap their heads to look at Dan. “Don’t talk, I want to do this myself.” They nod and Dan rubs his hands over his face before starting.

“Hello, my name is Daniel James Howell. I am in my last year of schooling before I go to university, if I even do, and I’m also in a band. I am known as Q, the guy with the mask, or the guy with extremely tight jeans in the alternative band, Ripping Ivory. I sing songs and and play piano with my other best friends, Todd Harris and David York. Now, I may be best friends with them, but I have some even closer friends that I go to school with. I didn’t tell them about being in a band because I was scared of judgement or them turning on me. I now realize that I can tell them several things that should be told. Also including the fact that I’m in love with my best friend, who I have even written songs about. Which includes the song that I sang for him last night, in front of an arena of people.”

They’re quiet for a painful amount of time. Dan decides to add onto his speech, “Our first ever concert- it was in Reading at a small diner. Back then my mask was bright red and had black paint marks on it- I still have that one actually. But anyways, at that concert I had only known Todd and David for 2 weeks. Enough time to learn the songs I had made. At the beginning of the first song we song, I had the worst panic attack I’ve ever had. The diner was packed to the brim and everyone was watching us. Todd and I sat outside for 20 minutes before I could go back inside and we fucking rocked that show! That show was what bonded me and Todd closer and I still think of the things he told me then whenever I get nervous doing a show or even right now. I shouldn’t be scared of talking to you guys about anything, so there goes most of my secrets.”

“Most?” PJ asks curiously.

“Well do you want a full list of every person I’ve ever wanked to?”

PJ then shakes his head at the same time as Phil.

Chris smirks, “It’d only be two people. 1. Evan Peters 2. Phil Lester”

Phil shoots Chris a glare. PJ stands up, “Chris, lets give Dan and Phil some time to talk things out. We can go talk to Dan’s mum” Chris nods and him and PJ race out of the room and Chris shuts the door behind him.

“D-Did you really write that song about me?” Phil asks with a pink tint to his cheeks. Dan nods and smiles, sitting up all the way and letting Phil come sit next to him. “Who else would I write about having eyes you could swim in? And making my heart do that little flippy over thing” Phil smiles, “Well now you’ll have a new song to write about, about taking chances and finding love, a cliche song about the real life Hannah Montana who meets the love of his life. Dannah Montana.” They’re both silent for a moment, enjoying each other’s company.

Dan smiles at Phil and Phil smiles back, “I’m really proud of you Dan” Phil whispers, cuddling into Dan. “I wouldn’t of done it without my 3 best friends being the sneakiest shits ever. Now, lets get to the real stuff. You calling Q hot, and 'oh the things you would do if his jeans were off’.” Phil blushes and kisses Dan’s cheek, “You’ll find out those things in a matter of time, just a matter of time dear”

anonymous asked:

so you obviously ship katsuyu and I didn't even know there was such a ship (please forgive ignorance of kacchako shipper ^^") so I've got a question - what made you ship them? any specific moments in manga? cause your art kinda made me like them as pair so I want to know more about katsuyu :>

Hello! thank you very much for you kind words! ^-^)/

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edit 02:  New hints. New wording.
edit 03:  High Katsuyu content, as much as spoilers if you are not updated.
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Meant For Each Other

Originally posted by robinllordtaylor


Pairing: Bucky x Reader (female)

Summary: reader is finishing school while trainer with The Avengers. She and Bucky are close friends and both have feelings for each other but are too afraid to say anything. When reader is injured during a mission drill, Bucky insists on taking care of her. Feelings surface more and they are forced to discuss the situation. 

Warnings: injuries, blood (i think), mentions of self doubt, LOTS of FLUFF 
also, I didn’t edit this so I apologize if there are any mistakes.


*Reader POV* 

“Can you not, Stark?” I said as Tony continued to probe me with his new invention. 

“I need to test it on someone,” he replied. 

“Well, I’m not in the mood to be poked and shocked.” 

“It;s not shocking you. It’s sending waves through your body to see how it effects the neural system. And it looks like it’s giving negative feedback.” 

“Why don’t you do this to Steve or Bucky. Someone who won’t be brain damaged if it doesn’t work.” 

Just as I said that, Bucky walked into the room and said, “my brain has been tampered with enough already so I think I’ll pass.” 

I felt like an idiot for saying what I said. But how could I have known Bucky was going to walk into the room? 

I felt my heart stop, and skip a beat. I’ve liked Bucky for longer than I can remember. He was my best friend, which made it harder to hold those feelings back. Other than Steve, I am the only one who has seen Bucky as himself. The nightmares, the good days, the bad days. That goofy he smile he gets when we joke around. And all the intimate moments we’ve had. 

Not intimate like sex, even though I dream about more often than I care to admit. But intimate like telling our dreams and fears. When I fall sleep next to him, or when he comforts me, or vice versa. Those to me are way more intimate than having sex because you have to be able to trust the person to not betray you when you let your guard down. 

Bucky and I are close. We do things like a couple. He cares for me and is over protective, and so am I. But neither one of us has mentioned feelings. Despite what Steve says, I am afraid to lose what I already have with Bucky. So I keep my mouth shut. 

Tony hit another button on his toy and it sent another shock through my body. “Dammit, Tony. Get these things off my face,” I said. “I’ve had a really bad day and I just want to relax.” 

“But I-” 

“Tony, take it off. She’s looking pale and like she’s ready to pass out,” Bucky said. He had that look in his eyes. The one he has when he’s on the verge of getting angry. None of us dare to mess with him when he has that look. 

“Fine,” Tony said and detached me from his device and left the common room. 

I sighed and stood up, walking past Bucky and to my room. I shut the door, not realizing that Bucky may have wanted to talk. But the day I had was shit and I just needed to be alone for a few minutes since Tony took up most of my time I was supposed to have for myself. 

I laid down on my bed and drifted off to sleep. 

~~~~~~~~~~ 

About an hour later, I heard a light knock on my door. It woke me from my slumber, but I was too groggy to move. I knew it was Bucky. It was never anyone else. 

The door opened and shut. I felt the bed dip, and the cool touch of Bucky’s metal hand. He took the spot next to me, then pulled me onto him so my head was resting on his chest. I took in his familiar scent and immediately felt comforted. 

“How are you feeling,” he asked. “Did the nap help?” 

“Well, it wasn’t finished so I wouldn’t know.” I meant it as a joke, but I was still tired and mumbled the words and it didn’t have the effect I wanted it to. 

“Awe, I’m sorry,” he cooed. He brushed his lips over the top of my head. But that’s all it was. A brush. Never quite a kiss. 

“It’s okay. I just had a long day and coming home to Tony’s bullshit didn’t help at all. 

“What happened at school today?” 

I yawned and said, “I have a history final coming up in a week and my professor gave us a mock exam today for practice and I completely blew it. I got like maybe a quarter of the answers correct and this shit is worth fifty percent of my grade. I’m screwed, Buck.” 

“No, you’re not,” he said, his flesh hand massaging my back. “I’ll help you study. Did you forget that I’m a century old? I lived through half the stuff your learning. I even caused some of it…” he said the last sentence kind of hushed. 

“Oh yeah. You don’t look a day over ninety-nine,” I joked. 

“Gee, thanks.” 

“You’re welcome,” I said and looked up at his face. His icy blue eyes stared down at me and I watched as a smile crept onto his face. “What?” I asked. 

“Nothing. There’s just a certain glow about you tonight.” 

I looked away, embarrassed and my cheeks turning hot. I love it when he compliments me like that. I sat up and stared forward. I tried to supress the ecstatic smile with a small one. 

“Was it something I said?” 

“What? Oh, no. Not at all, Buck. You’re just one of the very few people that actually treat me like a person.” 

“You are a person, (y/n). You’re my person. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

I smiled again. We stared at each other for a couple of seconds. We leaned into each other, but stopped a few inches short. “I… uhh… I’m gonna get something to eat. Do you want anything?” 

“No,” I said. “I’m not hungry. I think I’ll just get ready for bed.” I was slightly disappointed that what I wanted ti happen, didn’t. 

“Alright. Get some rest. Don’t forget we have that mission drill in the morning.” I nodded. Bucky got up and started making his way to the door. “Come get me if you need anything.” I nodded again and Bucky. I fell back on my bed and groaned. 

“Just tell him,” I heard Steve shout from his bedroom which was next to mine. I rolled my eyes and groaned again. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

I groaned and stood up. Tony just blasted me with one of the new cannons on his suit. “I’m on your team, you idiot!” I shouted. 

“I’m sorry. I guess I like using you as a test dummy,” he shouted back. 

“Fuck off, Stark!” 

“(y/n), watch your language,” Steve said as he walked up behind me. “We need to get the flag.” 

“So this is a game of capture the flag. How mature.” 

“Essentially, yes. But in this case the flag is supposed to represent a new, highly dangerous weapon.” 

“And we want it why?” 

“So the bad guys don’t get it and take over the world,” he said and gave me a small smile. 

“Got it,” I nodded. I watched as Tony blasted the Hulk into the air. 

“I’ll take the left and create a diversion. You’ll take the right. You’ll need to keep an eye out for Nat, but Vision with have you covered for the most part. Bucky will be waiting for you on the other side. Then you two need to get passed Hawkeye and take the weapon. Got it?” 

“Yeah. Let’s go.” I ran out. I took my gun and shot a water tank sitting near by. The thing exploded and water pooled onto the street, soaking Thor completely. 

I saw Bucky, and I thought I was in the clear when Nat roundhouse kicked me to the ground. 

“You need to have eyes everywhere,” she advised. “But good call on the water tank.” 

It took me a few minutes, but eventually I got her tired enough. One good blow to her face sent her to the ground long enough for me to reach Bucky. I took off after that. But the Hulk picked me up and through me fifty feet to where Bucky was. I hit hard. I couldn’t move at first, then I felt a cool metal hand on my skin. 

“(y/n), are you okay?” 

“I can’t move, Bucky. My… my chest. And my head.” 

Bucky touched my right side and I screamed. “You might have broken a couple of ribs.” 

“The flag…” 

“Forget the flag. You need medical attention.” 

“What’s going on,” Steve asked. 

“(y/n)’s down,” Bucky responded. She can’t move.” 

“Alright. She’s done. Take her to the med bay and I’ll take over from here.” 

Bucky picked me up gently and carried me back. 

~~~~~~~~~~ 

I laid in my bed in pain. I had a concussion and three cracked ribs. I was beyond irritated. I was doing so well and for me to blow a fake mission… Maybe I wasn’t cut out to be a part of the Avengers.  

I stood up, wincing as I moved. My ribs didn’t hurt as much as they did when it first happened. I was trying to find my history notebook and textbook. I figured I should study if I was going to be stuck in bed for the next couple of days. I remembered I had left them in my backpack. It was hard to bend over, so I squatted down. But before I could reach my bag, someone took hold of my arm and pulled me up. I turned to find Bucky. He had insisted on taking care of me. 

“What are you doing out of bed?” 

“Getting my notebook.” 

“You need to get back in bed,” he said sternly. 

“I need to study,” I said back. 

“(y/n), don’t argue with me. Get back in bed.” 

“No,” I deadpanned and turned back towards my bag. I winced as I tried to bend down again. 

“Why are you always so stubborn?” 

“Why can’t you just leave me alone? You’re not my boss, you’re not my boyfriend. You can’t tell me what to do!” I stared at Bucky’s face. I don’t yell at him often. Especially not like that. But these injuries have made me very irritable and the fact that I’ve been around Bucky for most of the day didn’t help either.  

“Guess I’ll have to change that then,” he growled. His hands came up to my face and he crashed his lips against mine. His lips were softer than I imagined. He kissed me slowly, passionately. I would have wrapped my arms around his neck, but lifting them would hurt too much. So I just clutched his shirt in my fists. He tasted so good. Sweet and warm. Like freshly made cotton candy. He pulled away and rested his forehead on mine. “Please, get back in bed,” he asked gently. 

“Okay,” was all I said. He helped me back into bed. He sat next to me, sitting so that I could rest on his chest comfortably. 

“I’m sorry, Bucky.” I said. “I’m just… I’m mad at myself. I’ve been doing so well in training and then I blow a fake mission. It makes me think that I’m not meant for this. And I’m a coward because I was never able to admit my feelings for you, and then they just kept piling up. And school… I know I’m doing good, but I can feel myself slipping and I don’t know what to do.” 

Bucky kissed the top of my head. Finally. “You were picked for this team for a reason. It was just a fluke. Banner should have never tossed you like that. It wasn’t your fault. And school, I’ll help you with that. I already told you I would.” He paused. “And I was no better with confessing my feelings. I’ve loved you longer than I can remember. I was scared of losing you by saying anything, so I just didn’t.” 

“I love you too, Bucky.” 

“Good,” he said and kissed my head again. “Whatever it is, we can get through it together. As for studying, you have time. Right now you need to sleep and recover from your head injury.” 

“Fine,” I yawned. 

“Go to sleep. I’ll be right here. I’m not gonna go anywhere. Except maybe the bathroom at some point…” 

I chuckled, and then sucked in a breath of pain. “Don’t make me laugh! It hurts too much.” 

Bucky chuckled in return. “I’m sorry. I’ll try to keep my charm to a minimum.” 

I rolled my eyes, but kept a smile on my face. 

“Sweet dreams, doll.” 

“Hmm,” I hummed before I fell asleep in Bucky’s arms


anonymous asked:

we’re both in gryffindor tower and everyone is asleep except us, but it’s thunderstorming and i never noticed how loud thunder is up in this tower, haha, i’m a little freaked out, would you mind if i just sat in your bed with you? just until it’s over? absolutely no homo? (Either stucky or winter iron please?)

The thunder keeps Steve awake.

Now, he’s not afraid of thunder; hasn’t been since he was a kid and his mother sat him down and explained all of the science behind thunder, and promised him that he’d be safe as long as he was inside and paying attention.

But it doesn’t mean that the thunder won’t keep him from falling asleep.

Honestly, he’s had a little trouble sleeping since he got to Hogwarts three nights ago. He’s eleven — practically an adult — and he shouldn’t be kept awake by the aching feeling in the pit of his stomach that he doesn’t belong here, that his parents were muggles and that he’s somehow less than the other boys in the dorm.

As if on ominous cue, there’s a huge burst of thunder.

He hears a whimper from one of the other beds, and something that sounds like someone breathing hard, maybe crying.

Steve’s mom told him a lot of things growing up. One such thing was that you should never let someone who is in pain know that they’re alone.

Steve quietly slips out of bed and tiptoes around the room, trying to figure out which bed the crying is coming from. There’s another loud crack of thunder, and another whimper, and Steve can hear that the person crying is…

Bucky Barnes?

He pauses, standing in front of the canopy of Bucky Barnes’ bed. It’s definitely coming from there, but it seem surprising. Even though they’ve only been at Hogwarts for a few days, Bucky already has a lot of friends. He’s got a great, big smile and a knack with a broomstick. During their first class Professor Flitwick complimented his charms work. Rumor is that he’s from an old bloodline and is as pureblooded as they come. It surprises Steve that this kid is sitting in his bed crying over something as silly as a thunderstorm.

But he is crying.

Steve sighs, knowing what he has to do.

He moves closer to the opening of the curtain. “Bucky?” he asks quietly.

He can hear Bucky clear his throat. “Yes?” he says in a croaking voice a few seconds later.

“Can I come in?” Steve asks.

There’s a pause. “Why?” Bucky asks.

“Everyone else is asleep and I’m bored,” Steve lies.

“You’re… bored?” Bucky asks.

“Yeah,” Steve says.

“Fine,” Bucky says, “but keep the light off.”

“I don’t have a flashlight,” Steve says, pulling open the curtains and climbing into Bucky’s bed.

“What’s a flashlight?” Bucky asks.

Steve levels him with a look. “You’ve been around for eleven years and you don’t know what a flashlight is?” he asks.

Bucky shakes his head. Steve can just make out the outline of his body in the darkness, but it’s not hard to tell that he’s been crying. The streaks of tears on his cheeks shine a little from the little light in the room, and he’s still sniffing a bit. Every so often he reaches up to brush off his cheeks. Steve doesn’t say a word about any of it.

“I haven’t been in the muggle world much,” Bucky says.

“It’s not so bad,” he says. “We have flashlights.”

“I still don’t know what a flashlight is,” Bucky says, a little frustrated. Then he adds, “And you’re a wizard. You’r not a muggle.”

“I grew up with muggles,” Steve says before realizing his mistake. People have told him that not everyone is okay with wizards who have muggle parents like Steve. A lot of the people who aren’t okay with it are purebloods like Bucky.

“But you’re a wizard,” Bucky says. “Nothing wrong with muggles, but you’re one of us, even if we don’t have flashlights.”

“Flashlights are little tubes that have a lightbulb in one end that shines light. Usually they’re powered with batteries,” Steve says, not realizing how hard it can be to describe a flashlight, even though he’s used one a hundred times.

Bucky pauses. “So, it’s a muggle ‘lumos’?” he asks.

“Yeah,” Steve says.

“Huh,” Bucky says.

There’s another crack of thunder and Bucky jumps. He practically jumps out of the bed, he’s so surprised. And he makes just the quietest of scared sounds.

“Scary,” Steve says.

“Mm-hmm,” Bucky manages to say.

“You know, my mom explained the science of lightning to me once,” Steve says. “You wanna hear it?”

“The science?” Bucky asks.

“Like, why it happens and why it’s not as bad as it sounds or looks. Thunder and lightning actually do some good things. It helps the plants grow.”

“You can tell me,” Bucky says in a quiet voice.

“Alright,” Steve says, “so first, lightning comes from…”

— —

Eventually, Bucky nods off while Steve talks.

— —

Fifteen years later, Steve slips into bed. Bucky is under the covers already and not moving, though Steve’s pretty sure that he’s not asleep with the storm raging outside. It had been a long day at the Ministry and he doesn’t bother even getting into pajamas before he wraps himself around Bucky. “Hey,” he says.

“Hi,” Bucky says in a small voice. Bucky still hates thunderstorms, even after all this time. He deals a little better than he did as a kid, but when he’s home with Steve, he doesn’t put on a brave face. “How was your day?”

“Boring,” Steve says, pulling the blankets over their heads like they’re in a tent. He pulls out his wand and lights it up. “I’m happy to see you,” he adds, smiling.

“Not as happy as I am to see you,” Bucky says with a self-deprecating snort.

“Want me to tell you about the science?” Steve asks.

Bucky nods. “If you don’t mind,” he says.

Steve leans forward and presses a lingering kiss to Bucky’s forehead. “Not at all,” he says before he begins telling the same stories his mom did all those years ago.

Letters [Part 1]

Pairing: Peter X Reader:
Warnings: Probably Language, Angst
A/N: Don’t hate me :)

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Was sending a letter cheesy? You thought to yourself as you sat in front of the notepad and pen on your desk.

Maybe it was. But you were always better at writing out your feelings, anyway. And you were leaving for college tomorrow, so you had to tell him. If you just let him go without him knowing that you were in love with him, you’d never forgive yourself.

You held on to a tiny bit of hope that maybe Peter loved you too.

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Boyfriend Johnny

this is for you @superwholockotuka !! idk why but your request got deleted by tumblr i’m so sorry

  • okay i was lowkey waiting for someone to request this because johnny’s such a wrecker
  • so thanks for requesting omg
  • and also to commemorate his debut here’s to all of yall johnny stans
  • pardon me if i faint halfway while typing this
  • im warning you , lots of fluff coming up so read at your own risk
  • kidding let’s start

  • so you were staying in korea and considering to migrate there because you wanted to experience a whole new environment

  • and you always had a thing for korea
  • so now that you were independent and had the money , you thought of staying there for a month or two first to get used around there
  • but your korean was really bad and you weren’t very fluent yet
  • so you often had problems finding your way around and doing things as simple as ordering food
  • one day you wanted to head to this famous restaurant
  • but on the way you turned the wrong direction and you got lost
  • and your phone battery died
  • you tried asking people for help but no one couldn’t understand you since you were mixing korean and english together , and you were panicking so your sentences came out broken
  • until you met this tall and goodlooking guy who was minding his own business using his phone and sipping his coffee
  • “ Annyeong .. Can you help me ? ”
  • “ Yeah sure , what do you need ? ”
  • he replied in perfect english
  • and you’re so happy you wanted to cry because finally someone who could speak and understand english
  • “ You’re at the wrong place , it’s pretty far from here though .. How’d you get here ? ”
  • “ I don’t know , Korea’s so big i get lost often ”
  • “ It’s okay i’ll take you there ”
  • then he drives you there in his car
  • throughout the journey you share with him why you were staying in korea
  • and he also told you his story ,
  • both of you exchanged names
  • when you reached he gave you a smile and offered to help you around korea
  • and you couldn’t help but accept his offer
  • because he’s too goodlooking to be rejected
  • so that’s how the both of you exchanged phone numbers and texted each other frequently
  • he also introduced his friends to you ,
  • and they all treated you really well ,
  • the main reason why you decided to officially migrate there was because of them and their warmness towards you
  • you didn’t know how and when you developed feelings for him ,
  • it just hit you one day when you saw him hanging out with his close girl friend and when they were too touchy with each other you got all cranky and upset
  • and you were all like ,
  • is this jealousy ?? what is this feeling ? is this normal
  • you told jaehyun about this and asked for his opinion since he was close with the both of you two
  • yet all he did was laugh and smirk at you , giving you sly smiles
  • jaehyun you’re not helping
  • until johnny showed up at your home one day without notice
  • and throughout the whole day he was acting all flirty and trying to get your attention with pick up lines
  • which it sure did
  • “ what do you think about this couple ”
  • “ what couple , johnny ”
  • then he pulls out his phone and turns on the front camera
  • and you stare at the reflection of both of you , trying to understand
  • “ this couple Y/N ”
  • then he snaps a picture of the both of you and shows it to you
  • and you blush and tries to ignore his question
  • but he catches on quickly and pulls you into a hug
  • “ jaehyun told me , now we’re a couple am i right ”
  • “ wow to think i actually trusted jaehyun , but sure ”
  • then he kisses your forehead and the rest of the day is spent hugging and teasing each other
  • johnny’s the type of boyfriend to either tease you or compliment you all the time , no in betweens
  • since he’s such a tall giant he often teases you about your height
  • “ my neck’s aching from looking down at you ”
  • “ don’t look then , you asshole ”
  • “ i have to see my beautiful girlfriend’s face you know ”
  • “ then don’t complain , you’re too tall ”
  • “ you’re too short darl ”
  • he rests his arms on your head/shoulders ,
  • purposely placing things at the highest shelves so he can see you struggle and try to jump to take them
  • and he always carries you up suddenly , most of time you’re screaming and hitting his back and telling him to put you down because he caught you offguard
  • but he loves it when he can rest his head on yours and that you’re just the perfect height for him to hug
  • he loves it when you initiate skinship
  • and he always returns it with 10x more
  • you could be just holding his hand in public
  • yet one moment later his arms are wrapped your waist and shoulders and he places your head on his shoulder
  • lots of making out tbh
  • but only when the both of you are alone
  • although he steal kisses from you in piblic and infront of the other members
  • he probably teases you when you speak korean and would probably make fun of you for the rest of the month with that one mistake you made
  • “ Babe do you wanna eat out today ”
  • “ Sure thing , ARASSHO ”
  • “ Johnny i swear if you say that word one more time- ”
  • “ ARASSHO ”
  • “ bye i’m leaving ”
  • “ HAHA i’m sorry it’s so cute i’m not over it , don’t leave ”
  • “ my pronunciation was really bad don’t do this to me baby ”
  • “arassho babe ”
  • although he often jokes around and teases you ,
  • he gets serious when he needs to ,
  • and his masculine side just appears
  • like when you’re sad or feeling down ,
  • he listens to your problems and gives you advice
  • he gets very logical and serious
  • the side of him you really adored
  • yet when he’s really tired or sad ,
  • he jokes around even more to cover his sadness
  • but when you ask him about it he shares his thoughts with you
  • when he gets jealous , be prepared to be shocked
  • because he gets really overprotective and manly
  • and i mean seriously ,
  • he wouldn’t hesistate to beat up anyone who was trying to harrass you ,
  • he pulls you away from them
  • and if he needs to he’d be more than happy to kiss you infront of them
  • he then softens when he sees that you’re shocked from his sudden actions
  • and he’ll hug you until he calms down
  • lots of lazy days together ,
  • since the both if you would rather stay home all day
  • your phone lockscreens are ugly pictures of one another
  • it started because he set a picture of you eating messily as his lockscreen one day
  • and to get revenge you took and set a picture of him laughing with his mouth wide open as yours
  • he tests you on your korean from time to time
  • the other boys have heard enough of you already since he’s always bragging to them about you
  • “ I really love this brand of chocolate omg ”
  • “ yes i know ”
  • “ wait how’d you know that ”
  • “ hyung’s always heading to the convenient store to get them for you . Half of our fridge is filled with it ”
  • you’d smile like crazy because you always wondered how johnny always managed to bring a bar for you everyday
  • the younger members go to the both of you when they need advice
  • or when they need someone to talk to
  • because both of you are like the two adults they can depend on
  • he probably calls you cringey names but you lowkey love them , like
  • babygirl , princess , sweetie etc.
  • after all he’s a really funny boyfriend and would be there for you no matter what
  • he says he loves you all time
  • and isn’t afraid to show you off
  • he thinks you look good in anything that you wear
  • and compliments you to assure that you look fine
  • let me stop here ,
  • mark’s my bias , mark’s my bias
  • so before i swerve into johnny’s lane i’ll stop

Yo, so Alex sent me this thing a bit ago and I was DOWN but it got a bit out of control and i struggled a bit, so I hope this ends up being worth the wait. Bless his patient soul. Please enjoy!


Michael sat in an empty warehouse, bound to a metal chair with chaffing bonds, listening to incessant dripping coming from somewhere unseen, and couldn’t hold back his laughter.

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For Me (alt. end)

Original End

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst/(semi-)Fluff

Summary: You wanted to go on one final date before finally letting him go.

Word Count: 3465

Originally posted by shishikookie

He looked at you, looked at your radiance, looked at your beaming smile as he complimented your cooking. He looked at you with caring and loving eyes, just not the kind of love that you had thought. He didn’t know when he fell out of love for you, but looking at you now he felt guilty for keeping you at his side when you could be out there looking for someone who could truly love you.

You looked at him, looked at his tired eyes, looked at his forced smile as he complimented your cooking. You looked at him with caring and loving eyes, the kind of love that you wanted him to have. You didn’t know when he fell out of love for you, but looking at him now you felt like you didn’t want to let him go even if he didn’t truly love you.

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anonymous asked:

Hello, I hope you're having a great day! Sorry to ask but do you have any headcanons regarding your collection of Kanas? They're all so interesting! (Also your art is lovely!)

Don’t be sorry to ask! It’s actually kinda nice that someone is asking me about Kana content. And thank you for complimenting my art alhfkahfjafhkjh

I will talk about the Kanas as if they are all in the Revelation path (in which they can interact with everyone) because I think it’s more fun that way

We’ll start with Izana!Kana

-one of my friends thinks it’s troublesome to keep calling him Izana!Kana so she just calls him “Kazana” and I think it’s cute

-when transformed into a dragon, he is fairly small. No one is sure why. Instead of being of a decent dragon size like his mother, he’s more like the size of a rather large dog. popular theories include he may yet grow into a larger dragon, he is small as a human so he is small as a dragon, and maybe he’s small and a little odd looking because of whatever odd dragon genetics Izana may have contributed.

-unlike the other children who usually get kinda excited when the opportunity to go swimming in a lake or whatever presents itself, he avoids the water. Says he starts to hear a strange voice and his head hurts. Azura in particular is concerned over this, though when she asks him to tell her about it, he becomes even more prickly than usual over the subject and avoids her too

-he likes Midori. Midori likes him… because he’s a dragon and fun to experiment on.

-aims to surpass his father in looks– or at least, that’s his excuse for putting on makeup and dressing up. He just finds it all aesthetically pleasing.

-surprisingly enough, avoids Forrest (thinks he’s tacky)

-Gets taken out of his deeprealm early bc “really, is there anywhere safer than Izumo?? it’s neutral, no one’s gonna hurt him” but then escapes to his deeprealm anyway bc he’s like 9 and wanted to be taken seriously so he has to grow (it didn’t really work out)

-gave up on trying to control his hair and accepts it for its faults (besides, having lil hair antennas makes him taller… sort of….)

-absolutely adores the colour pink

-is sometimes subject to terrible nightmares

-wanders off on his own a lot

-will always be kind of short

-tried to pick a fight with Orochi once, realized that was a bad idea fast

-very proficient little mage, but certain tomes/scrolls/spirits need to be kept away from him bc he will cause damage

-the sort of kid to transform in the middle of dinner, refuse to transform back, and then lay on the table and roll around in spite of being told to cut that out already

-gets grounded for a month and half bc he decided to fuck with the messengers and nearly brought Izumo directly into the war

-but really he’s just moody. sorta like a cat. he’ll occasionally go up to someone he likes and curl up near or on them and go to sleep or just. stay there bc he wants company.

Now for Niles!Kana

-as opposed to the other Kanas, he’s more around 15-16.

-loud boy

-got his ears pierced courtesy of Soleil

-AWFUL DIETARY HABITS courtesy of Velouria

-why did these two things happen? parents asked Nina to babysit him and she left them with whoever was closest and not busy to do other more important things

-his consumption of odd/rotting things is not limited to dragon form as it was discovered when he was found raiding the pantry for spoiled/rotting foods (Jakob and Felicia still aren’t sure how they feel about this. On the one hand, this kid is useful in that he’ll eat this stuff…. on the other, that’s Corrin’s kid and what if something bad happens??)

-can be bribed with candy

-can be overly friendly at times and has a little bit of trouble with the concept of personal space

-gets along just fine with Nina, but if they’re getting along especially well, be suspicious. they’re plotting something.

-has a few crushes but he won’t tell anyone who they are

-likes his cloak/cape thing because he can wrap up in it

-Keaton doesn’t allow him anywhere near his collection after an incident in which Kana nearly ate half of it

-used to be really clingy when he was younger

-has a tendency to be really blunt sometimes but usually doesn’t realize what he’s said until after he’s said it

-the only cooking he actively avoids is Reina’s. No one is sure what she does, but if Kana won’t eat it…. it can’t be safe.

-walks with really heavy steps because otherwise he is too quiet when approaching and scares people

-gets really bad seasonal allergies

-very good at tracking things

-prefers to fight as a dragon

…and now Takumi!Kana (even though I haven’t really posted anything with him)

-youngest Kana, around 6-7. Pure, sweet bab

-absolutely adores his big brother Kiragi

-extremely good with small animals (sometimes follows Shigure around)

-very shy and clings to his Mama a lot

-wants to grow his hair out long someday like his Papa

-is a little scared of Ryoma

-likes flying on pegasi and kinshi but doesn’t want one of his own

-calls a lot of the women older than him “Auntie” even if they are not related

-asked Azura to make him a little necklace for his dragonstone bc he was afraid he’d lose it somewhere

-only one of the Kanas to not have hair that sticks up like little antenna (which will change when he gets older and his hair more out of his control)

-self-conscious about his ears

-a bit of a picky eater

-really needs to be developed more bc he is super adorable

Annnnnnd to end the post, lame doodles of the Kanas as adults.

Thank you for asking about my Kanas!

anonymous asked:

percy proposing to annabeth

i meant to make this super short and then i got carried away and you got 1.5k of pure and unashamed percabeth fluff, so i’m sorry. read on ao3

For all of her talk about creating something permanent, for constructing something for future generations to remember her for, Annabeth had never really allowed herself to be included in those visions. Sure, it was one of her deepest desires when she was thirteen and in the midst of the sea and hypnotized by the siren song of hubris, but realistically, she had expected to die before her sixteenth birthday.

She allows herself to dream of a future where she’s alive and she’s with the people that she loves and they’re safe and happy, until that too is destroyed by one of the most important pieces of her disappearing into the California wilderness. And then it’s being lost in the actual depths of hell, and leaving behind comrades to burn, and clawing their way out and then defeating a hoard of goddamn giants and then their mother, who just happens to be the actual earth.

There’s been so much happen during her lifetime, she expects to drop dead at some point.

But she doesn’t, they don’t, and she makes it to eighteen, then nineteen, twenty, twenty-one.  Annabeth doesn’t even realize it until they’re lying in their shared bed in the cabin that they built together. It’s the last one they tackled; in the recently constructed New Athens (yes, they totally took from their roman counterparts), they focused first on increasing border security, then erecting other services—a library, a tutoring center, a coffee house even. She’s not sure if the homes they’ve built will ever be completely filled by other demigods or their ancestors, but she wants to hope.

She’s the one to bring it up.

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notes to the types, from an INTJ.

DISCLAIMER: All of this is subjective, obviously.

ISTP:
-Stop pretending you’re an aloof ninja. You’re just a nerd. Calm down.
-Okay I know you want to learn how to throw and spin knives and that is a-okay, just don’t point it at me, seriously.
-STOP PRETENDING YOU DON’T HAVE EMOTIONS. What’s up with you and not wanting to admit that you feel things? It’s not a bad thing!
-Such nerds. succchhh nerds.
-Remember to do that thing that’s due tomorrow NOW, bc I know you’ll do it in 2 minutes before class tomorrow.
-keep track of time. Why are you so bad at this?
-Yes, what you said offended that person. Yes, they will probably accept your apology.
-You make so many noises
-Maybe make more facial expressions? You look like you want to kill someone when you’re not doing anything. But I can totally relate. Others might not get it though, so try to be a bit more expressive.

INTJ:
-Stop being an asshole.
-literally no one asked you to make everything a metaphor for suffering.
-you are NOT the nicest person I know. Don’t delude yourself. You may be understanding, but niceness is usually measured by external things, like compassion and emotion. Which you basically NEVER express.
-why do u make so many puns dear god
-??? You speak perfectly. I don’t know how. #NotAllINTJs
-yes, you’re charismatic, but it’s in an awkward way. You aren’t “the suave master”, you’re just the cute nerd. Got it?
-next time you repeatedly ask me the same question I will throw you off a cliff

ISTJ:
-how do you do so many things? I don’t have that energy.
-also, stop reading Wattpad instead of studying. You know that your grades matter more to you.
-don’t be afraid to speak your opinion just because other people won’t accept it or because you think it may disrupt the balance. Most things need to be verbalized.
-I DON’T GET WHY PEOPLE ARE SO IGNORANT EITHER. What’s up with that????
-sometimes perspectives need to shift and things just arent a useful supply of information anymore.
-get some sleep.
-grades don’t mean everything just because you were told they always mean everything.
-my cute timid sunflowers 💕

INFP:
-you’ll never be happy if you don’t pursue something you love. It doesn’t matter if someone doesn’t want you to. You matter most, in your world. Okay?
-worry about yourself more
-if you’re so worried about being organized, organize yourself. I’ll help you. It only takes 2 weeks to develop a habit, after all.
-DO. NOT. DATE. MANIPULATIVE. PEOPLE! Why??? Bbg! You always love the underdogs, but sometimes the underdogs are literal psychopaths! That is not healthy! You don’t need that kind of manipulation. Use some reasoning!
-you guys have so much creativity. Express it! People love that shit, trust me. I know I do.
-go on adventures if you want to! Might as well, yeah? It’s not going to HURT if you take a hike and draw some trees. Philosophize. It’s what makes self-realization.

ENFP:
-how. So much. So much energy. Why do you always want to go to the mall or to a party?
-no, i dont want to go anywhere, and no, it’s not because I’m being lazy.
-we should build a shed. You can keep your various stray animals there.
-why. Why are you so dependent. You don’t need to talk to your boyfriend for every minute of everyday AND update him on your status every hour.
-stop making so many “fake” friends. Just because someone compliments your shirt doesn’t mean they aren’t going to be a terrible person.
-it’s just project-project-project with you, isnt it? You don’t even finish 1/3rd of them. …i’ll still help you, though.

INFJ:
-sweetheart
-you don’t need to base your being on making others feel better. Or on making yourself fit into a ridiculously ideal image. People like you imagine just don’t exist.
-pretentious w books
-many pretentious books
-also a weeb. It goes hand-in-hand.
-find a good outlet to express your emotions.
-don’t look at the floor all the time, just because you don’t want to meet anyone’s gaze or because you want to think. Look ahead. Show some confidence, darling. You could take the world if you wanted to.
-if you don’t want life to be meaningless, find your meaning. Pursue it.

ESTJ:
-you would be cool, if you didnt have such a bias towards things you don’t even know you HAVE A BIAS towards. Yes, that’s biased. Oooh, how do I know? Let me explain.
-what society taught you isnt always what you will believe. You need to stop deluding yourself.
-stop giving TEXT-BOOK DEFINITIONS
-i gotta admit your logic is pretty solid but your BIASES, oh god the biases.
-why do u have a literal army of followers

ENFJ: *sorry! I hate the two ENFJs i know. They’re underdeveloped.*
-you make me cry. Feelings aren’t to be used in logic-fueled arguments. Don’t think they are facts.
-i dont like you for reasons. Those reasons not being “oh did i offend you”, like??? Who you trying to fight here, me, or your suppressed emotional biases??
-the amount of people who like you doesn’t equal your value! What were you thinking?
-speaking of thinking: you should THINK a lot more! Please? Think something through before you ask me an emotionally-barbed question.

INTP:
-my little fluster nerds
-always developing new things
-I always happen to get into a love-hate relationship with you; because I regard you with fascination and you feel like you’re being studied (you are, btw), and you hate feeling like you’re under a microscope. It’s okay, ill keep teasing you. Your reactions are so adorable!
-inf Fe is so cute. The responses to the stimuli. Ugh. I wanna hug you and tell you how adorable. How puppy.
-nah, nah! I don’t hate you. I’d never hate you. You’re just so INTERESTING. Tell me all about your conspiracy theories! You’re making a language? Ooh, can you teach it to me? That’s so cool! Let me contribute my ideas, too!
-YES, let’s build a sculpture. YES, let’s make english more efficient. Have you heard of that meme?-yeah, that one!
-every conversation is like a make-a-story with the contributions from both sides.
-TEAM CRINGE when people make logical fallacies

ENTP:
-high quality memers.
-most of the people I’ve had crushes on are ENTPs, un-miraculously.
-i could listen to you make up sarcastic stories for hours and never get bored
-TEAM USELESS FACTS that no one will ever use but you still have because of Wikipedia searches.
-you are hilarious. And also, very cute when flustered. Less-so than INTP, but that’s only because they only ever wanna talk about history or chemistry or their poison of choice. You will actually talk to people.
-you all have a distinct walk. It’s so odd. It’s a pattern I’m seeing, though.

Kingdom (Modern!Au)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Requests:  Can you do an imagine where someone from the avengers (don’t really care who) cheat and the reader walks in on them, so she leaves him? (Request summary modified to avoid any spoiler about the shot.)

AND 

Hello there! may i request bucky angst with numbers 2 and 12? (where bucky cheats on the reader ooohh make it angsty yes yes :D) From the prompt list.

“You can hate me, you can dislike me but how can you cheat on me?”

“I loved you. Loved.”

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

Warnings: ANGST

Words: 3676

A/N: Joined my second request with this drabble request because they were pretty similar. Hope you like some heartache!


Originally posted by pandasubaru

Once upon a time there was this girl who was no princess, with no golden crown attached to her perfect hairdo, or red high heel stilettos adorning her feet. Whose castle was a cramped studio in Williamsburg, and her carriage a second-hand mustang. Whose favourite drink was not a Cabernet Sauvignon, but her home made lemonade. Her only dress was collecting dust in her closet, and her makeup was a simple combination of mascara and strawberry flavoured chapstick.

She wasn’t a princess, but she somehow managed to find her prince. She never asked for one, neither did she waited for him. In fact, she rather focused more on herself, which meant leaving everything that could hurt her behind, no matter what she could lose at the process.

But his dreamy eyes, cheeky smile and smooth moves got her captivated like a lost sailor at the sound of the mermaid’s damned voices. So she let him in, you let him in. Opened the doors, welcoming his presence with a heart which had enough warm saved to love him with all the passion and will reserved for that special person, because, let’s be honest, he was the one. And maybe he will ever be.

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