i take time to make that bow

Fanfic Prompt List

Reblog this. Readers send a fandom (and a pairing, if you’re into that) +  a number to your Ask. You write a fic/drabble using that line in your piece. Yay, more fic!

  1. “It wasn’t your fault.”
  2. “You love me as if I deserve you.”
  3. “This isn’t what it looks like.”
  4. “I really wish you’d told me your mother was in town.”
  5. “You don’t believe in an afterlife?”
  6. “I just came to say goodbye.”
  7. “I never say no to a picnic.”
  8. “There’s only one bed.”
  9. “You don’t remember last night at all, do you?”
  10. “You’re wrong and I’ll prove it.”
  11. “A woman’s sexuality is a moving target.”
  12. “You’re a genius with facts, but you’re really stupid with people.”
  13. “I made the mistake of thinking ‘This can’t get weirder.’ Sorry.”
  14. “We’re in love with the same person. Friendships have been built on less common ground.”
  15. “I didn’t know you could dance like that!”
  16. “I found it in the recycling bin.”
  17. “I know what I want, when I want it. So get over here.”
  18. “This is… exactly what it looks like.”
  19. “There’s so much blood.”
  20. “You should see me in my old uniform. I’m pretty sure it still fits.”
  21. “I know you really want to hang it on the wall, but…”
  22. “I hate everything about Christmas except…”
  23. “We bet and you lost, so you have to do it.”
  24. “Is that a tattoo?”
  25. “I could tell it was your favorite book because of all the notes you wrote in the margins.”
  26. “What do you think?  Is purple my color?”
  27. “That is way too expensive.”
  28. “Girls night in?”
  29. “I never imagined myself in a wedding dress.”
  30. “I was scared and I ran.”
  31. “I’m yours, in every way you’ll have me.”
  32. “You’re acting like this is your first threesome.”
  33. “The bow was perfect before, but then I got paranoid and had to check to make sure it was still in there.”
  34. “You might not like me, but you definitely want me.”
  35. “If a zombie bit you, I’d be heartbroken, but I’d also shoot you twice in the head.”
  36. “I’d be fine having sex with the same person for the rest of my life, if it wasn’t the same sex every single time.”
  37. “I want to hike up your skirt and take you right here.”
  38. “I lost the baby.”
  39. “I love you. I just love her more.”
  40. “A package arrived for you, but there’s no return address and the box looks really old.”
  41. “If I die, I’m going to haunt you.”
  42. “I didn’t say “sex party” as in orgy.  I said “hex party” as in witches.”
  43. “You wanted me to walk in on you.”
  44. “This is a totally inappropriate soundtrack.”
  45. “Let’s get wasted and then go piss on his grave.”
  46. “I scalped my Hamilton tickets to pay for it.”
  47. “Hold my hand until it’s over?”
  48. “If you want to get me naked, you’ll have to convince me it’ll be worth my time.”
  49. “I’m a level 72 Rogue and if you tell anyone, I’ll deny it and I will kill you.”
  50. Author’s choice!

Almost got attacked by a dog while I was walking home today and I was super scared and realized that not everyone actually knows how to react to a loose vicious dog, which would’ve been ten times worse, so…

It’s really simple. Most people know not to run, but there’s a little more to it if you want to take every step to not anger the dog.

Don’t move, at all. Don’t try to walk slowly away, if it is being confrontational this will provoke an attack.

Don’t even move your hands, stay completely still.

Don’t make eye contact, bow your head, breathe slowly and attempt to stay calm.

Again

DO NOT MAKE EYE CONTACT OR TURN YOUR FACE IN ITS DIRECTION

If you have to stand there unmoving for an hour before the dog moves on, do it. Dog attacks are not a joke and even if you’re lucky and don’t die, you will be seriously injured.


Sorry I just got really fuckin scared today and felt the need to try and help someone who doesn’t know how to handle it out. Love y'all bye

i love florist aus, but my family’s owned a flower shop for like 40-ish years and i’ve grown up around, involved and working in it…. and it makes them hard to enjoy sometimes lmao.

  • i have been around flowers all my life and i know more about flower meanings from fanfictions
  • god, stop…. no, those flowers don’t go together….
  • that’s not how you keep that plant alive
  • that’S NOT HOW MUCH THAT SHOULD COST
  • stop romanticizing carnations cause carnations suck and they’re cheap as fuck and they’re most often used for FUNERALS regardless of color please stop
  • long stemmed roses are similar and only one step up from carnations
  • you can’t just slap any old shit together.  you have 3 main types of flowers in any arrangement: the ‘show’ flower, ‘filler’ flowers and ‘accent’ flowers.  plus add something green you heathens.
  • everyone??? hates yellow for some reason??? actually i can give props to fanfic for that cause they show off yellows more than i actually sell them…. which is a shame i love yellow flowers.
  • i fucking hate all my customers i WOULD NEVER DATE ANY OF MY CUSTOMERS THEY’RE THE FUCKING WORST
  • it’s the worst when they come into the store and buy all this loose shit and be like ‘i’m gunna make my own :)’ like fuck you…. i could make that ratty shit look GOOD for less than you’re spending but OKAY I GUESS.  (then it looks like shit when they post pics on facebook.  and they claim credit for making but NOT WHERE THEY GOT THE FUCKING FLOWERS)
  • there is this one old bitch we get every year, comes in for vase arrangements for her husband’s grave…. sad, but i HATE HER.  she tries to stand over our shoulders and boss and bully us and has us change the flowers used like 12 times and no matter what we make her she’s a fucking cunt acts like its not what she ordered so she can get a discount.  fuck you, you old bitch.  i made this arrangement 74583754 times you’re not getting shit.
  • why would you draw a bouquet before you make it… they’re flowers, just make it and if it looks bad take it apart???  they’re not glued there forever.
  • you WILL have skills on wrapping and bow making even if you don’t desire or think you need these skills
  • catch me in the shop blasting screaming angry metal when no one else is there (i think the flowers like it too)
  • Me: -fists the stems of a bunch of roses- Person: “doesn’t that hurt??? the thorns.”  Me; “they have learned to fear their god c:” (protip: it doesn’t hurt after a while my hands are SO ROUGH)
  • no one likes hanging around in the greenhouse as much as you think they do
  • a leaf cut is like a paper cut only the devil himself comes to rub salt in it
  • sweetie, i know it’s ur special wedding day but stop YELLING AT ME cause you picked out these ugly ass flowers i TRIED to talk you out of it and i did what i could with them, okay?!
  • the only joy i get is when children come into the shop to buy things….
  • but not when moms bring their brat ass children who want to mangle all the fucking flowers
  • this job has made me hate everyone around me
The “Just the thought of Team Cap walking all over Tony makes me want to trash my room, I just want unashamed, biased, pro-Tony quality content, is that too much to ask??” inspired ficlet I’ve been holding back for a while:

Bitterness ahead, guys. Not Team Cap friendly. Nor is it particularly deep or rational. I just wanted to get a couple of thoughts out of my head. Basically Tony is done being the team’s sugar daddy, only it comes to light in a very roundabout way. 


“When are my arrows gonna be fixed anyways?” Clint grumbles, rubs a hand over his sore shoulder. The one that wouldn’t have gotten injured, had his shot hit the target it was supposed to. Which it should have, his aim had been fine. The problem were the arrows. Someone must have screwed up somewhere in the production because they weren’t perfectly balanced.

They’re sitting in the conference room at the (mostly) restored compound. Tony is tapping away on his StarkPad, not even bothering to look up. He must have felt the questioning glances and noticed the silence, but he still doesn’t react.

Steve resists the urge to roll his eyes. He doesn’t want to encourage the tension between them, things are bad enough as it is. If only Tony would put in some effort as well, instead of going out of his way to antagonise them, maybe they could make some actual progress.

“Yo, Stark!” Clint snaps, voice reaching that biting sharpness he reserves specially for the billionaire. “I’m talking to you!”

Tony shows no outward reaction, which is strange to see. Back when they first came back, he used to move at all times, sharp and erratic, never staying still. Steve shakes his head at their unnecessary power play.

Tony answers before he has the chance to reprimand them though. “How would I know?” he asks, a brief frown flittering across his face as he scribbles something down onto the tablet.

The outraged look on Clint’s face tells everyone present that this meeting won’t get back on track any time soon. It’s understandable, really. Clint has been forced to fight three battles with faulty equipment and frankly, the lack of concern Tony is showing for his team mates’ safety is nothing short of callous. Steve knows things haven’t been good between them but this is the first time he wonders if things could really be so bad, that Tony would hold necessary equipment back on purpose.

It’s a terrible thought, but try as he might, Steve isn’t able to shake it off.

At least the rising tension finally causes Tony to look up and meet Clint’s glare. He’s wearing sunglasses even though they’re inside, like he always does. Steve doesn’t like it. Makes it harder to read Tony, to tell what he’s really thinking. Absently, he admits that this is probably why Tony wears them so religiously.

“What do you mean ‘how would you know’?!” Clint snarls, enraged. “My arrows have been acting up for weeks and you still don’t know how to fix it?!”

Tony stares at Clint, the expression on his face unreadable. Then, after a long, long moment of heavy silence, the answer.

“I’m not fixing your equipment.”

For a moment, it’s deadly quiet, as Steve struggles to process the meaning of what Tony has just said.

“Tony,” Steve hastily inserts himself as soon as he finds his voice again, before Clint can throw himself across the room and deck him, “I know there are still some issues we all have to work through, but that’s not an excuse to-”

“Hold it right there, Rogers,” Tony interrupts. It’s never Cap, always Rogers these days. The pain the distinction causes still catches Steve by surprise more often than not. “I’m not sure where you get this from but I’m not your mechanic. I don’t work for you. So if Barton here has an issue with his weapons, he needs to take it up with the people in charge. Considering how often you remind me that it’s not me, you’d think you’d have figured that part out already.”

“But it’s not working!”

Tony sighs. The deep, heavy sort of sigh you usually expect from an exhausted parent after their insistent child asks, “Are we there yet?” for the 34th time. “Then take it up with the quartermaster. Or Agent Hudson. Or one of the techies. Seriously, Barton, you signed the Revision. Who’s responsible for what is right in there, section 12 to 17. Besides-” he pauses.

“What are you waiting for? Go on!” Clint demands between gritted teeth, hands curled into tight fists. Thankfully, he’s not throwing anything. Yet. “Don’t get shy with me now!”

Tony straightens in his seat. Steve inwardly sighs. That man has never been able to let a challenge go unanswered.

Besides,” Tony continues, voice still surprisingly even, “chances are they’re working just fine.”

“You think I can’t tell when my bow isn’t fucking working the way it should?” Clint bristles.

The words actually cause Tony to lower his sunglasses for a moment, just to make sure there is no doubt about how stupid he believes Clint to be. “I’m saying you’re operating with a standard bow, Barton. The fabric and the construction limit the performance quality. Something I’m sure an experienced archer like yourself has picked up on.”

And yes, things are definitely getting ugly. That level of glacial cold in Tony’s voice is rarely achieved, even now.

“The why the fuck did you build a subpar bow?”

Tony sighs again. “You’re missing the point. Seriously, I can not believe we’re even having this conversation. I did not build that bow, Barton.”

And that’s–that’s a surprise.

Tony’s gaze trails over them all, taking in their confused, shocked expressions. “Really?” he asks, exasperation dripping from every syllable. “Did any of you even read the Revision? The Avengers’ are an official unit. Their weapons and uniforms can’t be provided by a private party, especially not one who is part of the team. Have you ever heard the term conflict of interest?”

“What about Stark Industries?” Natasha asks. From the furrow in her brows though, Steve suspects she already knows the answer–and doesn’t like it one bit.

“I’m not sure if you noticed,” and now there’s no mistaking the mocking in Tony’s tone, “but SI doesn’t sell weapons anymore. It was kind of a big thing, couple of years back.”

“But- But yours are better!” Clint splutters. It sounds plaintive and weak, even in Steve’s ears, but at the same time he knows what Clint’s struggling to say. It’s not about getting your toys taken away. It’s about their safety and efficiency in the field. On bad days, it’s about the survival of their entire planet.

“I can’t believe you would risk the teams’ lives and safety like this because of a petty argument,” Steve says, unable to keep quiet any longer, nor bothering to hide the honest disappointment.

Tony, unimpressed as always, simply snorts. “You’re an official unit, but before that you’ve been working for SHIELD for years. Did you ever have the very best equipment mankind was capable of providing at the time? No,” he answers his own question in a breeze, “you didn’t. Why? Because you’re agents, soldiers. And sure, the government wants to protect us, wants to keep us alive and make sure our missions succeed. But they have limited funding, which means everyone has to deal with the best cost-efficient option available. If you’ve got the right connections to get something more, then lucky you, but that makes you an exception, not a rule.”

“You don’t need to explain real life to me!” Clint snaps aggravated.

“Then why do you feel entitled to something better?” That question, sharp and cutting, makes the archer still, his mouth open but with no retort forthcoming. Tony is blinking at him now, head tilted sideways in child-like curiosity.

“Of course, if I, as a private citizen, decided to build something that doesn’t violate any laws and give it to a friend as a gift, that would be something else, wouldn’t it?” Tony continues after a moment, voice softer now, but no less cutting. His eyes are fixated on Clint, sunglasses pushed back, eyes dark and unmoved. “The average update would take me what, a week or two? That’s a lot of time to invest into a single project, especially when the ultimate use is so limited. How many people can possibly profit from improved protective vest versus how many people improve from an exploding arrow is a really fascinating comparison to make.”

“So you see, Barton, even if I could improve your bow, there’s no logical reason why I should waste my time like this.”

“Tony!” Steve interrupts, scandalised. “Clint’s life depend on his aim! Our lives depend on it! How can you justify not providing him with the most basic necessities.”

Tony doesn’t even try and look abashed, instead he throws his head back and laughs. “This is how you want to play it, Rogers? Because I’m rich and a genius, I owe it to you to devote my time, attention and money to bettering your lives? What about the seven billion other people on this world? Don’t they deserve the same consideration, hm? What makes you so special that I should put your needs before anything else?”

Steve opens his mouth, but Tony doesn’t give him a chance to speak.

“I tell you what this is: this is you realising I’m no longer spoiling you rotten because you are in fact not my kids and I can cut you off whenever the fuck I want. And you don’t like it. Because guess what, I may be privileged, but so are you! You’re heroes, most of the time, as far as the world is concerned. You’ve been living off my money and resources on top of that. You’ve always gotten special treatment and you like that. You’re as far detached from the ‘ordinary man on the street’ as I am, you just don’t have the self-awareness to fucking notice!”

Tony sends them a sardonic smile that does in no way take the sting out of his words. “Don’t worry,” he says, “you’ll still be special. It’s just no longer my name footing that bill. Because we’re not friends. And as a business man, I’m not at all sorry to tell you that you simply aren’t worth investing into.”

And with that he stands, all blinding press smile, sweeps around dramatically, and strides purposefully out of the room. The automatic door closes noiselessly behind him, but he might have as well slammed it shut for all the difference it would’ve made.

It’s likely not a coincidence, that on their next mission Spiderman, Vision and Miss Marvel all showcase new, incredibly features and weapons that can’t have been created by anyone else. And it’s impossible to know for sure, what with the mask on, but Steve is one hundred per cent certain that Spiderman is smirking at them.

He is not wrong.


Let me know what you think? And please excuse any mistakes, I’ll re-read this tomorrow. Also this is the last post for today. I’m tiredtiredtired now and think I’ve spread enough bitterness for the day. And spammed your dashes with enough endless posts probably…oops.

20 rules for Daddy Doms

1. Hold her hand while crossing the street, watching a scary movie or…just because.

2.Leave loving notes all over the place to surprise and delight your littles’ heart.

3.Brush her hair, help her bathe (bubble baths preferably), treat her stuffed animals like living creatures and talk with them.

4.Know all her stuffies’ names.

5. Punish misbehavior with time outs, spankings and occasionally make her write out an apology or things like “I won’t sneak a cookie before dinner” (50 times is good).

6.Take her to fun places that appeal to her inner little. Places like the zoo, a kids movie, build-a-bear, the swings at the park, an aquarium, or a carnival.

7.Reward good behavior with treats and kind words of encouragement.

8.Never lose your temper just because you are having a “bad day”.

9.Know all of her favorite foods, allergies, and all of her favorite things; whether it be color, hair bows, dress, or stuffies.

10.Bedtime routines. If you’re going to do something, make sure (if circumstances allow) that you do it everyday without fail. If you stop doing something you always did before, it makes the little feel as though they’ve done something wrong to lose that treat. Examples: brushing her hair, reading her a story, or just tucking her in at night.

11.A good Daddy Dom does not make idle threats. If you threaten a consequence for a certain behavior you are looking to change, and do not carry through, not only will the little not learn to break the habit, but they will take your threats with a grain of salt. Also, it may make the little feel unimportant if a consequence is not followed through with.

12.Always spend time reassuring your little of your love after a consequence. They need this assurance, and the knowledge that you still love and care for them.
Aftercare is incredibly important. After all…this relationship is built upon trust.

13.Send your little a text message (or many) throughout the day if you must be apart. It warms their little heart!

14.Surprise her with a new stuffie from time to time.

15.Watch a Disney movie of her choosing with her. And it doesn’t hurt to know her favorite one…and all the songs from it.

16.All boo-boos, whether scratches, bruises and scrapes need to be looked after by her Daddy. Nothing makes a little feel safer and totally cared for than having a feel-better kiss, or their Daddy getting them a cool band-aid (Hello Kitty works well). Be sure to lavish them with lots of TLC!

17.If your little makes you something: no matter how big or small, you should always make them feel like their creation is cherished. Hang it up, save a pic on your phone so they see you like it and plan to look back at it…anything at all. Nothing is sadder than a pretty picture, colored with love and care, that is left sitting and collecting dust, and then forgotten.

18.If your little is in a playful, youthful mood (and you are not), do not roll your eyes, get mad or yell. Simply and calmly tell them that Daddy is not feeling playful right now. Everyone can’t be fun and playful all the time. Littles understand that…even if upset about it at times. So tell them, and that way no one’s feelings get hurt, or feels like they did something wrong.

19.Aid the age play dynamic. Do such things as carrying, lifting, and reaching high places for your little. It helps them feel as though they are seen as vulnerable and protected. Also, asking things like, “Are you sure you don’t need Daddy’s help putting that straw in the juice box?”, or “Maybe I should do that, it’s a big job, too big for you.” It keeps the little feeling happy and loved.

20.Ask your little to sit on your lap from time to time. It’s an instant smile and a blush trigger. Other things also work like tying their shoes, brushing their hair or buckling their seatbelt. -Dumb Baby🌼

Archery!!

As is my sacred duty as a homebrewer, it’s time to needlessly overcomplicate an established mechanic to add more decisions and strategy to the game! These variant arrows and bows are meant to force characters to think more strategically about their positioning and the types of weapons they use against their opponents.

Variant Bows

I have changed the existing statistics for ranged weapons to encourage their intended usage. The existing rules for range and damage remain in place except where written. I also added two new ranged weapons: the repeating crossbow and the composite bow.

Longbow: The purpose of the longbow is distance, especially in a tall arc as in the longbowmen in the Battle of Agincourt. While it is possible, it is more difficult to fight in cramped space and without access to that tall arc. Moreover, fighting while mounted and trying to get that high arc is near impossible. My new longbow rewards you for your distance offering heightened damage from its time falling through the sky. It also punishes you for using the longbow for close or mounted combat.

A creature has disadvantage when firing the longbow at a target within 30 ft. or less or when mounted. When firing beyond the normal range (thus with disadvantage), if you have a high enough ceiling (outdoors or else height equal to the distance fired), you deal +1d8 damage on a hit.

Shortbow: The shortbow, in contrast with the longbow, is designed for closer combat and horseback (as in Parthian tactics and Mongolian cavalry archers). For this new shortbow I give a bonus for using it as intended, and an additional debuff for sniping from long range.

A creature has -1 to attack rolls made with a shortbow at a target more than 80 ft. away. A creature firing a shortbow at a target within 30 ft. grants the attacker +2 to the attack roll.

Light/Heavy Crossbow: Crossbows have immense power at the expense of loading time and lower range of accuracy. Moreover, simple peasant militia can use a crossbow but not necessarily aim it very well. My version of the crossbow deals double the damage but takes an entire action to reload, so it can only be fired every other round. Yes this means crossbows lose out on a bit of DEX damage but that simulates the lack of accuracy. Moreover, critting with the crossbow becomes far deadlier as it will now deal 4 damage dice. I did not change Hand Crossbows as they are probably a bit easier to reload and this might give rogues a little TOO much burst with an Assassin’s auto crit.

The light and heavy crossbow deals two dice of damage but takes 1 action to reload before it can be fired again.

Repeating Crossbow: A new weapon that acts like a light crossbow but without any loading restrictions. The real-life counterpart to the repeating crossbow was easier to load and draw but had significantly less power and accuracy behind it. It basically fired as quickly as you could pull back the drawstring until it locks, aim, then release the trigger; the new bolt would fall into place on its own. The repeating crossbow costs 50 gp (A regular light crossbow would cost 25 gp).

A Repeating Crossbow is a light crossbow that does not require an action to reload, but each attack beyond the first imparts a cumulative -1 penalty to attack and damage rolls. The magazine of ammunition holds 20 bolts before it must be reloaded, which takes an action.

Composite Bow: Another new weapon that has extra resistance by being made from a variety of materials that allows you make a stronger draw to put extra power behind your shot. I simulated this by letting you add all or some of your STR to the damage if you have any. Making a short or longbow into a composite bow adds 25 gp to the cost times its grade. So a +3 Composite Shortbow would cost 100 gp (25 gp + (25x3) gp).

Shortbows and longbows can both be built as composite bows. composite bows come in several grades: +1, +2, +3, and +4. If your STR modifier is at least equal to the grade of the composite bow, you may add an amount equal to the composite bow’s grade to the damage of the attack. Otherwise, you have disadvantage on attacks made with the composite bow.


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A/N: Let me know if you like this one! It’s my first little piece of writing and I would really appreciate the feedback! 


The mattress squeaks under duress as you land with a loud thud. You don’t know how you managed to find a room without barging into horny youngsters trying to savour every inch of each other. Thankfully you didn’t, and you were gracious for the moment of peace the silence gave you (even if the bass was slightly pouring through the closed door). It wasn’t normal for you to be drinking so much; you usually were the one taking care of Harry when he had a bit too much to drink. Dealing with drunk Harry was like dealing with an over affectionate boyfriend. There’s lots of sweaty kisses on your cheek, and the occasional “really do love yeh, pet, ever since we met” followed by you stuffing his mouth with bread to ignore the slight swirl you’d feel from his words. And regardless of the amount of alcohol he drank, Harry would practically beg for a cuddle with you. He’d claim it’s because your five foot build fits so perfectly with his, but he knows he wouldn’t get a chance if he was sober, so he uses his slightly intoxicated state to breathe words he’d never say and actions he’d never do.  

“And where is Harry now?” a little voice murmured.

 A tiny jab of irrational jealousy poured through you as you were reminded of his arms wrapped around another girl, who, in your opinion,  had a little less clothing on than most. You watched them together - his eyes taking in her body, reaching forward to whisper something she’d inevitably giggle at. You’d see the way she’d looked at him, like he was some God, born with the body and charisma that would make any girl swoon. You couldn’t blame them of course, his mixture of cocky and confident drew people to him. For you, it was his adorable sense of humour and his pursuit to bring happiness to anyone he cared for. And that allowed you two to become friends. Good friends. Close friends.  Right?

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Hair, Sex, and Make-up

Being the youngest hair and makeup artist for the idol boy group BTS was your dream. Since you finally got to achieve it things were great and although it was hard being the youngest on the crew you knew that they loved you. You became close to the boys, but more so to Jungkook since you were the same age. However it seemed like things were going to change.

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 6k


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“Yah, ___. Can you grab my makeup bag for me?”

“Yes, unnie.” You frowned in concentration and looked at Yoongi apologetically before running across the room and grabbing the forgotten make-up bag. Being the youngest hair and makeup stylist for the idol group BTS had it’s ups and downs. The boys loved you and you were close to many of them but the older girls bossed you around a lot.

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Crea Magazine, July 2017: Kyungsoo interview

[D.O.] is a main vocal of the well-acclaimed performance group EXO, and has gained popularity for his calm air. We went to Seoul to hear more, starting with his first romantic comedy.

Afternoon in Seoul in a studio by the Han River - he entered quietly and appeared suddenly at the corner I was sitting in, waiting for him. 

“Konichiwa.” I rose and greeted thoughtlessly in Japanese, caught off guard. He bowed with an honest smile, replying with “konichiwa.”

Gray jacket and sneakers. Pale skin and thin, silver-framed glasses. The outfit made D.O. seem like an unassuming college freshman more than a celebrity.

He has been balancing acting with EXO’s activities for three years. In South Korea, where it takes time to be recognized as an actor, he stands out from even within EXO for featuring in projects alongside movie stars like Ha Jungwoo and Shin Hakyun. 


South Korean artists often make their actor debut in school-life dramas, but in D.O.’s case, he’s left strong impressions acting as an alter ego (IOIL) and as a psychopath (IRY). Even his film debut (Cart) was a social critique of the treatment of precarious workers, where his character’s mother led labor strikes. 

“Maybe because I go by my birth name for acting, apparently some who’ve seen me in a drama or movie are surprised to learn ‘that guy is in EXO.’ But to me, there’s no such distinction between singing and dancing as EXO or acting for a drama or movie. It feels natural to change for each circumstance. All I think about when choosing a role is if I want to try being him.”

His first romantic comedy, the webdrama Be Positive which released last fall, is a social phenomenon with over thirty million views. 

“Hwandong dreams of becoming a movie director. He’s bright and restless, completely different from any other role I’d had, so he was novel. […] A lot like Hwandong, I try to be positive about everything. But I don’t seem to have the energy to start dancing on the streets (laughs). I don’t really like spicy food either. Ochazuke, kasuzuke! Even in Korea, I often visit Japanese restaurants. (When someone who works at SME) asks if I didn’t go to one just yesterday, I can’t lie about eating sushi again (wry smile).”

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Dead Boy Walking

Lance:
The demon prince of Galra has decreed it
He says Monday, 8 am, We’ll be executed
They hunted us down in outer space
Gut and maim us without grace ;
Thirty hours to live -
how shall i spend them?
I don’t want to stay and die like cattle;
I could abandon them and ride back to the castle
But I don’t have blues guiding light-
Wait…here’s an option that I like:
Spend these thirty hours gettin’… freakay!
Yeah!
No need to yell,
I’m a dead boy walking!
I’m in your cell
I’m a dead boy walking!
Before they punch my clock,
I’m snappin’ off your cell room lock.
Got no time to knock
I’m a dead boy walking!


Keith
(spoken) Lance? What’re you doing in my cell?

Lance:
(Shhhh.
Sorry, but I really had to wake you;
See, I decided I must ride you till I break you.
‘Cause Lotor says We’ve gots to go;
You’re my last meal on death row.
Shut your mouth and lose them tighty-whities!
Come on!
Tonight I’m yours,
I’m a dead boy walking!
Get on all fours,
Kiss this dead boy walking!
Let’s go, you know the drill;
I’m hot and pissed with time to kill
Bow down to the will of a dead boy walking!
And you know, you know, you know
it’s ‘cause you’re beautiful.
You say you’re bad inside,
But I can’t agree.
So your part Galra
Well then I don’t care…
To me your beautiful.
Let’s make this beautiful!

Keith:
That works for me -


Lance:
Yeah! Full steam ahead!
Take this dead boy walking

Keith:
How’d you get out of your cell

Lance:
Let’s wake the dead
Rock this dead boy walking!

Keith:
I think you tore my Jacket !

Lance:
No sleep tonight for you,
Better chug that green space goo!

Keith:
Okay, okay.

Lance:
Get your ass in gear,
Make this whole ship disappear!

Keith:
Okay, okay!

Lance:
Slap me! Pull my hair,
touch me there and there and there
But no more talking!

Keith:
Whoa, whoa! Hey, hey!
Yeah, yeah!

Lance and Keith:
Love this dead boy…

Keith:
Whoa, whoa! Hey, hey! Wait, wait!

Lance:
Love this dead boy…

Lance and Keith:
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Keith:
Ow!

Lance and Keith:
Yeah!!!

Felix Felicis | Jungkook

Pairing: reader x ravenclaw jungkook | Hogwarts AU

Genre: fluff

Summary: Jungkook has a huge crush on you, but is too shy to confess. Luckily for him, his friends make him drink some liquid luck potion that may have been that extra push he needed.

A/N: While I was planning my Slytherin Jimin au instead of doing my dreaded psychology essay lol, this idea came to mind. I couldn’t help but write it out and I hope you like it. This is dedicated to @floriaas b/c we’ve been so soft for bts hogwart AUs and Kookie is her bias <3

Word Count: 4,633


“That is a terrible, horrible, incredibly foolish idea.”

“I know.”

“Let’s do it and see what happens!”

And that’s exactly how Jungkook and Taehyung went against Professor Slughorn’s back in an attempt to make their own liquid luck potion—also known as felix felicitis—for their personal use.

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The Last Time

Heartbreak and sadness are of the deadliest poisons, for they kill you slowly in misery. 

Genre: smut and angst

Sehun continued to pound into you. He kept a steady pace and made sure to hit all the right angles. Your head board continuously hit wall, sure to leave a dent. Sweat made stray hairs cling to your forehead. Looking at Sehun’s body above was like a dream. From his chiseled abs, the his arms that were just the right amount of toned, up to his jaw line that was so sharp, you swore it could cut diamonds. You ran your hands over his chest and over his shoulders, playing with the hair at the base of his neck as he brought you closer to your release.

 "You’re so tight, even after all this time.“ He grunted, a sheen of sweat forming on his face as he picked up the pace. You moaned in response, filled with to much pleasure to form sounds besides wanton moans and mewls. You reached up and cupped his cheek in your hand before bringing your lips together. It was a battle of teeth and tongue. Each of you battled for the upper hand, but in the end you let him win, you always did. He pulled on your bottom lip with his teeth as he felt your walls clenching around him.

 "I’m so close Sehun” you breathed. 

 "Cum for me baby" he replied hiking you leg over his hip and angling deeper inside you. Soon you were seeing white as the knot in your stomach came undone. His name fell from your lips as you rode out your high. Sehun soon followed suit, pulling out and releasing his seed onto your stomach. Without wasting a second he was off the bed and pulling his boxers back on. 

 "Here" he mentioned tossing a towel in your direction, “clean yourself up. See you tomorrow.” With that he gathered his remaining clothes and walked out your bedroom door. It had been like this for months, meeting in the middle of the night for a meaningless hookup, only to pretend you were acquaintances the next day. You were one of the many assistants at SM entertainment. You had gotten the position on a fluke, but you were grateful for the job nonetheless. Sehun had immediately noticed the new girl, prancing through the halls in her modest heels, politely greeting various idols and board members that came in. What captivated him the most was how you looked like a shy, girl next door type on the outside, but you held a glint in your eye that said otherwise. He had a feeling you could be quite dirty outside of work, and he was right. He had made you a proposition; to hookup with him and help him relive stress. Although it was a shocking proposition, it was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and you would benefit by sleeping with one of your favorite exo members. It was a win win for both of you, and there were no rules against dating idols in your contract, so you obliged. Not 1 month after you started your job did the secret meet ups start, and when you were almost a year into working there, and the secret was still safe. 

_____________

 You heard your front door being opened and silently shut seconds later, signaling he had left. You sighed and moved to clean yourself up before showering, a feeling of sadness washing over you.  

Probably just the gloomy weather. You thought to yourself as rain continued to fall outside. 

With one last look out the bathroom window, you stepped into your hot shower, feeling instantly relaxed. You let the water consume you, running through your hair and then down your body. No matter how hot you made the water, you couldn’t rid yourself of the guilt and shame you felt after every fuck. You knew it was wrong, no matter how much you wanted it to be right. Even though you were able to silence your conscious every time Sehun wanted to come over, you couldn’t keep it quiet forever. Every time he left there was the nagging feeling tugging at you, eating you from the inside out. Self loathing would spread through every corner of your body, making you regret your decision, only for you to make it again the next day. 

One day I will say no to him…. one day

___________  

“Ms. ____________, please put this in the storage room for me." 

 "Of course sir” you replied to your supervisor with a light bow. 

 "After you may take your lunch.“ 

 "Thank you sir” was your response to his retreating figure. He was so busy that you hardly ever saw him. When you did, he usually gave you a list of things to do. You rendered yourself lucky this time. As you began taking the supplies to the room like he asked, you felt your phone vibrate. Carefully placing your items down, you read what was on the screen.

 Also, I need for you to organize the file room. The paper work hasn’t been filed away properly, and it’s getting out of hand. Once that is finished, you may go home. 

“Spoke to soon” you mumbled mostly to yourself. Hopefully the file room wasn’t that bad, You wanted nothing more than to go home and just relax. ___________ 

 The file room was pretty destroyed when you had walked in. Someone had obviously been looking for something, but didn’t want to clean their mess up after. Thankfully, after an hour of organizing, you were almost done. You were bending down to put a file in the bottom drawer when someone came up behind you and shut the door. The sound of it locking filled the quiet space. 

 "I found you" 

 You didn’t have to turn around to know who was there. It was none other than Oh Sehun. He walked up behind you and placed his hands on your hips. You felt his hardening member pressing into your ass. 

 "What do you say we have a quickie before I take off for practice?“ He breathed into your ear as you stood. His breath fanned across your neck as he spoke and it sent chills straight to your core. 

 I have to tell him no, my job could be jeopardized for sleeping with an idol on the clock. But he is so tempting… stupid sexy Sehun. 

He interrupted you internal debate by nibbling on the spot below your ear, his hands found their way around your waist and rested right above your womanhood. You wanted to nothing more than to lean into his touch and give into his needs, but your job was on the line. 

 "I can’t” you finally responded, removing his hands from your body and ultimately turning to see him. Disappointment flashed across his features before being replaced with his signature resting bitch face. 

 "Why? Do you suddenly have morals?“ He retorted, crossing his arms over his chest. That was a low blow, you both knew that. 

 "What is that supposed to mean?” Irritation was itching to come out as you spoke, but you held your composure. 

 "Maybe it means that you are such a good slut for me when we meet outside of work, but now you are being a prude.“ His words stabbed through you like a knife. But he wasn’t done. 

 "You do realize I could easily hookup with any one of the assistants in this office right? Who knows, maybe they would be a better fuck than you.” 

Saying you were hurt was an understatement. His words pierced your heart like a dull rusted knife that he kept twisting and twisting as he continued to insult you. You had let your feelings for him go to far, and now you were paying the price as your little charade fell to pieces in front of your eyes. How stupid of you to think that you could be happy with your friend with benefits deal you had with Sehun. What a fool you were for loving this man. Your pride was hurt, and you wanted nothing more than to yell and scream at him, to tell him he was a bastard and didn’t deserve your love. But alas you couldn’t do that. So you heaved a heavy sigh, swallowed your pride and simply stated, 

” I do realize that. Which is why I am ending things here. Last night was the last time Sehun. Have a good life. Exo fighting!“ 

 You walked pat him, brushing your shoulder against him as you did. With unsteady hands you unlocked the door and walked out, leaving a speechless Sehun in your wake.

__________ 

A week had passed since that day. You had put in your 2 week notice promptly after the incident. Sehun held true to his word of hooking up with another assistant. It was as if you meant nothing to him. But that’s how it works right? A normal girl falls in love with the idol, they have their share of fun together and the idol leaves for bigger and better things. While you tried your hardest to let go of the idea of Sehun, it was proving to be difficult. So hopefully after leaving the company, you would have a better chance at healing, at least that what you desperately hoped for. This was what you wanted for yourself after all. To be more than just an easy fuck to someone. To have meaning to someone. 

You were so lost in your thoughts, you didn’t watch where you were going. Next thing you knew, your documents were on the floor and so were you. 

 "I am so sorry, are you ok?” You looked up to the angelic voice that was currently helping you gather your belongings. It was another member of Sehun’s group, the leader of it actually, Kim Junmyeon, or Suho, as his fans liked to call him.

 "Oh I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going and I was so lost in my thoughts and I-“ 

 "You don’t have to explain yourself to me” he concluded with a silky laugh. He grabbed your hand and pulled you to a standing position. Trying not to let him see how sheepish you were feeling, you smoothed out the non existent wrinkles in your skirt. 

 "I do have to ask though, what was clouding your thoughts so much that you didn’t look to see where you were walking? You seemed like you were lost since way over there.“ He gestured to the hall you had just came from, which was a good 50 feet away. 

You didn’t realize how long you were immersed in your inner turmoil. Out of nervous habit, you began biting your bottom lip. Answering his question was hard, but you didn’t want to lie to him either. Instead of responding you just looked down. 

 "It’s about Sehun isn’t it” he gently questioned, barely loud enough for you to hear. Cautiously you looked up at him and was met with a sympathetic gaze. 

He has to know what had happened, there was no way he couldn’t

Sehun was his roommate so you were sure that suho knew of everything. Shame overtook you, crashing down upon you in harsh waves. A hurricane of guilt and discomfort filled you, flooding your entirety and looking for an escape through tears. You tried hard to hold them back, to ashamed to make yourself vulnerable to suho, and to cautious to let anyone know how much the whole situation affected you. Silent sobs fought to break through you, making your shoulders shake and your breathing become less than perfect. 

 "Hey, don’t cry" he cooed, gently lifting your chin so he could see your face. He saw how broken you really were. You had loved Sehun. He could see that written all over your face. Sehun had broken your heart into a million pieces and moved on like it was nothing to him. He felt terrible for what the maknae had done to the pretty girl who always had a smile on her face while she worked. 

He gently used the pad of his thumb to wipe the cascade of tears from your cheeks. Your struggle to remain stoic was over as you let go of all the pent up emotions. All the frustration, all the loneliness, and all the heart break. Suho sensed your need to cry and pulled you into his chest, one arm wrapping around your waist while the other soothingly rubbed your back. As if out of instinct, you grabbed onto his shirt and cried your eyes out, destroying the designer material in the process. You didn’t care how red your face got or how much your makeup ran in that moment. All that mattered was that you had finally let your wall down and all the emotions were flooding out and into the arms of someone you felt you could trust, even if you had just barely met a few moments back. Suho continued rubbing your back, pulling you tighter against him as your sons began to quiet down. 

 "It’s going to be all right" he repeated like a mantra as he continued his ministrations, “it’s going to be all right." 

 ___________ 

Sehun had just caught word from a few other assistants in the office that you had planned on leaving. Even though he had moved onto another easy lay in the building, it didn’t mean he was ready to let you go. He stormed through the halls, looking in all the places you usually were. When all those places turned out to be dead ends, he decided to ask the front desk of your where abouts. Quickly rounding the corner, he got his answer before even asking, because there before him was you, curled up in the arms of his groups leader suho.

-Sara

A/N: I found this while cleaning out my computer, and I am debating whether or not to continue it. Let me know if you want another part ^^

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo

Father’s Day: A Markiplier Egos One Shot

“It’s called ‘Father’s Day,’” Host explains. “The idea is that it’s a day to honor father’s. It’s really not that complicated.”

“But what do we do?” Wilford asks, stretching out his suspenders and quirking an eyebrow at the Host as they lounge in the library.

“Well, as figments, we don’t actually have a father. We just… exist,” Host says with a shrug. “This day doesn’t really apply to us.”

“Isn’t Ed a father?” Wilford’s face screws up in confusion. “How did that happen?”

Host pauses. “I… don’t know.”

Wilford shrugs and claps his hands together suddenly, startling the Host. “Oh, sorry, Hosty, but hear me out, what if we did something for Mark? He’s kind of like a father to us, right?”

“You have a very skewed definition of what a father is, Will.” Host takes a sip of his coffee and makes a face. It’s gone cold. Conversations with Wilford are not good for hot drinks. “Lewis?” the Host asks softly, and the dragon obliges, breathing a stream of fire towards the cup and heating the liquid inside. “Thank you,” and then back to Wilford, “What would we even do? Grill steaks? Toss around a football? That would be plenty of fun for me.”

Wilford shakes his head. “No, Host. You’re thinking about this all wrong! This is the Markiplier, we’re talking about here.” Wilford playfully nudges the Host. “And we’re the Markiplier Egos. If we’re going to do something…” Wilford’s eyes get very devious. “We’re going to do it our way.”

 

Mark finishes up recording for the day and flops down onto the couch. Chica jumps up, stepping all over him, before settling down beside him, her tail wagging happily. “Hey, bub,” Mark laughs, petting the pupper and feeling the muscles in his shoulders relax. They always get tense after playing horror games.

When he hears the doorbell ring, he assumes it’s one of the gang. Amy or Ethan or someone, but when he checks his phone, which he always neglects to do while recording, none of them have tried to contact him. Mark gently pushes Chica off of him, hops up, and goes to check who’s at the door. To say what he sees surprises him is probably the understatement of the millennium.

Most of the Egos are on his doorstep, arms full of gifts and video games and food. Mark opens the door slowly, poking his head out and trying to give them a convincing smile as he worriedly asks, “Um, hey guys. Wh-what are you doing here?”

“It’s Father’s Day!” Wilford screams in his face, tossing a fistful of glitter at Mark.

“Uh, yeah?” Mark blinks the glitter out of his eyes and surveys the others: Bim, Host, Doc, Silver, and even Google have all shown up for… whatever this is.

“You’re the closest thing we’ve got to a father, so here we are!” Wilford waves his hands in the air, eyes and mouth wide with excitement.

Google steps up. “We have brought gifts of chicken and dumplings from Cracker Barrel, the video games of your liking, and…” Google pauses, looking at the Host. “Host and I designed a little gift for you.”

Mark is baffled. They all stand there for a few more awkward moments before Mark finally snaps back to himself and invites them all inside before the neighbors start to stare. They already think he’s insane. Mark doesn’t want to prove their point. Bim gives Mark a quick hug as he enters, and Mark can’t help but smile. “Ed would’ve come, but he’s with his son, which is… weird. And Dark… well, I don’t guess you’d want him here anyway.”

Mark shakes his head and watches as they all stand around inside like they have no idea what to do. “Um, did you bring enough food for everyone?” Mark asks.

Wilford looks at the single order of chicken and dumplings that he’s holding and makes a face. “Oh, I guess we didn’t think about that.”

“Well, I can’t just eat this all by myself while the rest of you starve,” Mark says, walking towards the kitchen. “Come on, I’ll make some of my world famous chicken and dumps for all of us!”

They spend the next few hours watching Mark make the food—he even lets Wilford debone the chicken which he seems to enjoy way too much—and playing video games afterwards. At the end of the night, Google hands Mark a wrapped box with a sad looking bow on top.

“Silver sat on it,” Google accuses the hero.

“I didn’t mean to! How many times do I have to say that I’m sorry?”

Mark laughs and waves them off. “Guys, you shouldn’t have gotten me anything.” He unwraps the box and opens it to find… another box. “Um…” Mark takes the box out of the box and looks at it carefully.

“Speak to it,” Google says simply, and Mark shrugs. Host smiles to himself and listens carefully for Mark’s reaction.

“Um, hi?” Mark watches in awe as the box blinks open two blue eyes and yawns open a tiny, pink mouth.

“Hi, Mark! I’m your little biscuit, Tiny Box Tim!” Mark almost has a heart attack, and the Egos, after Dr. Iplier assures them that he’s not dying, are very proud of themselves for a successful, if unconventional, Father’s Day.

Dance With Me? [Tim Drake x Reader]

Anonymous requested: “Can I get a request where the reader is at a prom dance and her friends ignore her so she ditches them and ends up on the rooftop and she’s able to meet Red Robin? Thanks!”

Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1325

TAGS: @yoichooseno @kiogenic @iamthenightiambatman @mockingjay-fury @janeinjune @anothertypicalgirl00 @pinkwitch21 @coffee-randomness @angstytodd @kpkarlee @aworldwideapart @lovingmytelevision @abbytheninja @ifthisislove-loveiseasy @spacewife @galaxy-jellyfish-queen @femdamian

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MASTERLIST


Laughter echoed through the room, blending in with the beautiful music that resonated through the space. Students were dressed in their finest gowns and suits, each of them laughing and dancing joyfully with one another, creating a fun, enjoyable atmosphere. However, there was at least one who weren’t enjoying the night; you.

In truth, you didn’t even ask to be at the school prom. Everyone made a big deal out of it and claimed it would be ‘the most amazing night of our lives’, but you found the whole thing ridiculous. You had never been a fan of school dances or parties. You found them claustrophobic and it made you feel like you were forced to socialize. Dressing for the overrated events was a complete hassle that you would rather avoid. You only attended the parties and events for your friends, which was precisely why you were at prom despite rather enjoying a night in watching a marathon of Doctor Who.

You didn’t know what to expect, but one thing you did expect happened almost instantly; your friends abandoning you for their dates. You, being the supportive friend you were, let them go, but you knew this would happen. It always did, so much so that you didn’t know why you were accepting their invitations to these parties when you knew that you were going to be ditched… again. You stood there by the door, sipping your drink as you watch your classmates have an evening opposite to yours.

After an hour, you decided to get some air. With a disappointed sigh, you slipped into the school hall and climbed the stairs to the roof.

You shivered at the cold draft that kissed your skin but you continued towards the edge of the building. The railing felt cold against your warm body when you leaned against it but the cold was never something you particularly minded. You found it strangely calming, as if it acted as a comfort for your loneliness.

Up on top of the school roof, isolated and alone in the darkness, it was peaceful. The music was muffled by the silence of the night, only broken by the crickets and gentle howls of the wind. The moon cast its silver light onto the earth with the stars accompanying it. You adored this peace, you wanted it to envelop you whole. It was a great change from the suffocating atmosphere in the hall.

“Ma'am?” The male voice you heard startled you. You spun around and gasped inaudibly when you were met with the one and only Red Robin, a well-known vigilante in the city you lived in. He approached you cautiously, radiating a questioning expression as he asked, “what are you doing here alone?”

“Enjoying the night.” you answered quietly. The vigilante’s confusion seemed to have doubled.

“On your prom night?” he inquired, slight amusement laced in his voice. Seeing your shocked face, he added, “I saw on the banner in front of your school.”

You chuckled then nodded absentmindedly. “Yes, on my prom night, not like that is anything special,” you shrugged, “it’s merely a dance. Besides, my friends abandoned me so I don’t have anything to do.”

“Really?” he questioned, “your friends, abandoning you? Why don’t you find someone else?”

“Nobody finds me very interesting,” you answered in a slightly bitter yet melancholy tone, “I’m just… the background character, an extra on the set.”

Red Robin shook his head. “I don’t believe it. Surely someone has asked you for a dance?” This caused you to laugh as you shook your head. “No.” he gasped, “really?”

“Yes, really.” you giggled, albeit sadly, “I’m that girl, you know?”

The vigilante stared at you for a long while before a smile spread across his face. “Well then,” he took a step towards you, bowed slightly and extended his hand, “would you care for a dance with me?”

You looked at him in surprise, wondering how a hero like him could be taking his time and paying attention to you. You stared at his hand, but then shook your head. “I don’t need your pity.” you murmured, thinking that he was only showing such kindness because he felt sorry that you were alone. You hated to admit it, but that dealt a blow to your pride, making you bitter.

“What? No, that’s not it.” he exclaimed, shaking his head rapidly. “You look… very beautiful tonight. Everyone in your school must be a fool to not want a dance with you. That’s why… I’m asking you…” As a blush began to appear on his face, you realized his genuine words and so you took his hand.

“O-Okay then.” you muttered, flustered by his compliment. He brought you close and held your hand tightly, swaying you to the rhythm of the faint music that could be heard. For a long while, there was nothing but absolute silence once more, but in your head there were a million thoughts.

“You do look beautiful tonight.” he whispered into your ear, sending involuntary shivers down your spine. You swallowed hard.

“Thank you.” you glanced down at your outfit–a black evening gown with specks of white decorating it, matching the night sky above. Although you would rather die than admit it, you spent more time that usual choosing your outfit and preparing for this dance. You never thought you’d catch the eye of the city’s hero.

You and him danced for a few more minutes. No words were exchanged, there was just longing gazes and loving smiles. You didn’t know what it meant to him, but to you it felt intimate, special, as if you and him were the only people that existed at that moment of time. When the dance finally ended, you gathered all your courage and leaned up to plant a small kiss on his cheek.

Seeing his reddened face, you couldn’t help but giggle. You stated in a light voice full of emotions, “thank you, this means… a lot to me.”

“It’s my honor, ma'am.” Red Robin responded, giving you another smile and this time, your heart skipped a beat.

“My name is [F/N]. Don’t call me ma'am, it makes me sound old.” you informed, drawing a laugh out of him.

“[F/N] it is then.” he said, “well, duty calls [F/N], but I hope I’ll see you agian.” With that, he jumped off the roof, leaving a permanent smile on your lips.


Your life fell back into its dull and monochromatic routine after that night, though it did little to surprise you. Who were you to think you were special in some way? Of course Red Robin was a gentleman, but there were others out there who were much more superior, you had no chance with them.

But damn that vigilante for stealing your heart anyway.

After you shoved your books into your locker, you strode down the hallway, deep in thought. As you turned the corner, you walked straight into a tall body, causing you to fall backwards.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry!”

You glanced up to meet a pair of worried periwinkle eyes. A hand was extended out to you, and after a moment of hesitation, you took it. You were pulled back up while the student you walked into picked your books up, handing them back to you. Your first thought was that he was very handsome, but you shook that thought away quickly. Now was not the time for silly crushes.

As you took your books, you said, “it’s my fault for not looking where I was going. I should be the one apologizing.”

“No, no I was… not being very cautious.” he claimed, scratching the back of his neck. “Let me walk you to your class at least, please?” You found it difficult to refuse that face of his, so you nodded and allowed him to walk with you.

“I’m [F/N],” you introduced, “what’s your name?”

“I’m Tim, Tim Drake.”

@citrusmaps

Ooooooo, mama! I love me some dragons! Imma stick with the traditional Japanese ones, because those are canonical to the universe. ( ´ ▽ ` )ノ

(Please excuse the silly names the Shimada dragons were given. I don’t know any Japanese (RIP).)

———–

HANZO:
“The air is shifting.”

Hanzo opened his eyes slowly, his meditation could wait.

“What do you mean, Sui Riu.” He spoke calmly as the beast met his eyes.

“The winds have changed. Listen.” It circled him slowly, moving as if constantly suspended in water.

“Yes, I hear it too.” The darker of the two dragons agreed. The man shifted in his seat, straining his ears to hear whatever change they were referring to.

“Hmm. What do you propose we do, Aoi?” Asked Sui Riu, beginning to unravel itself from Hanzo and around its companion.

Hanzo crosses his arms, still concentrating on the breeze, and lets then have their conversation separately. Something did seem slightly off, he just couldn’t put his finger on it, and after a minute longer of observation, he deduces that the change must be spiritual; something he was much less in-tune with than his dragons.

“Master,” Aoi began, “we think it best to go now.” Hanzo pauses, realizing that he had not been listening to them at all. Any decision they had made had completely flown over his head.

He pauses awkwardly, thinking of how to respond properly. “Yes. That is fine.” He stands, dusting off his knees a bit. “Lead the way.”

___________

It was so nice to finally get some sun!

You stretch, before curling around yourself and resting your head on your tail. Overwatch truly was a blessing: taking someone like you in with a promise to keep you safe, happy and healthy.

You smile and lull your head side to side. “No more crowed forests for me!” Your eyes close, and you sigh, letting yourself relax for once.

That is until distant mumbling made it’s way to your ears.

There was a man, followed by……two other dragons!!? You’re eyes grow wide as you study them. Geez, they’re absolutely beautiful (and kinda tiny in comparison to you). You’re eyes wonder back to the man, who was speaking.

“I..I’m sorry. I didn’t catch that.”

“I apologize.” He bows politely. “My name is Shimada Hanzo.”

You nod your head in response. You pause, contemplating your next move. Deciding it’s best to level with this guy, you allow yourself to swiftly change back into a human.

You reach out a hand, introducing yourself, but he takes a moment to comprehend what had happened. His face pales a fraction and he refuses to meet your eyes; making you wonder if there was a problem with your appearance.

You glance down at your chest, making sure that you remembered to actually cloth yourself this time (and to your relief you had). His cough brings your attention back to him.

“Oh, uh.” You rub your hands together. “May I ask who you two are as well?” You start, praying that that didn’t come out too awkward.

“I am Aoi,” one begins, weaving itself out from behind Hanzo, “and this is Sui Riu.”

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you.” You offer a smile, and watch as they approach, inspecting you.

“I was not aware you could see them.” Hanzo started, voice even. “Most cannot.”

“I assume by that you mean most humans.” You shove your hand into your pocket and use the other to gesture yourself. “As of right now I’m only physically human.”

He nods, feeling as though he might of offended you in some way.

“Well, you seem to be a very appealing human.” Sui Riu said, circling your form.

“And dragon as well.” Aoi added, joining Sui Riu.

“Oh, uh, thank you.” You blush.

“Perhaps you would like to join us later to converse?” The former asked. To which you eagerly agreed, letting them set a time and place to meet.


GENJI:
He didn’t really think of himself as the best welcoming committee. However, it just so happened that the newbie asked to be greeted by him specifically. Nothing about your name rang any bells, and he couldn’t possibly think of many people who would want to be guided by him.

The first thing he heard when the ship had opened it’s doors was a loud gasp. His eyes followed the sound to a slowly approaching figure, eyes wide and mouth covered.

“It-it’s true!” You exclaim, glancing at him, then to his side, then back to him. “The man who is guided by dragon!”

You reach to his side, and he sees a green head meet your hand.

“So you can see Tatsu as well?” He watches you gently stroke it, placing his hand on it’s back to pet it as well.

“Yeah, I never thought I’d really get to see another one!” You grin at him, then pull your eyes back to Tatsu (who was loving all the attention).

“Ah, so you have seen another.”

“Well, I guess you could say that.” Letting out an awkward chuckle, you raise your hand off of it and cross your arms. “You didn’t get the memo, huh?”

“I suppose not.” His dragon begins to slowly drift back to him, not wanting the petting to stop. Genji makes a motion like he’s beginning to speak, but you swiftly cut him off.

“Umm, so, Tatsu. Can you speak too?” You unfold your arms and wave them frantically, “No! Wait! That was super rude! I’m sorry!”

“No, it is fine.” Genji chuckles gently. He runs his hand down it’s back. “They are mute.” He motions at you. “The other one could speak?”

“Uh, well, yes.” You clear your throat. “You see….. I’m…… the other one.” You shift your weight, gazing at your feet.

“I see!” Genji inspects you, with what could only be described as subdued glee. “May I ask how?”

“Well, yeah.” You pause and steady your nerves. “I can sorta turn in to one. Sometimes. I’m not very good at it yet.”

He clasps his hands together, not hiding his excitement well. “Can I see?”

You nod, tell him to stand back, and shut your eyes tightly. The tingling in your arms growing strong before your muscles begin to shift. Letting your eyes open, you see that your arms were the only things you could will to change, and you scrunch your face in frustration.

“Incredible!” Genji cheers from intront of you. He steps closer and hovers his hands over your arms. “May I?”

“Uhh, sure.” He gently takes them, turning and poking them to ease his curiosity. The other dragon watches over the both of you, contently; then decides that the two of you needed to be circled.

“Haha! Looks like Tatsu likes you!” He boasts, removing his hands from you, and onto the serpent-like creature.

You chuckle and look down at your arms. “I gotta say, meeting you two has made me feel so much better.” You look up into his visor. “I should probably change them back now.”

He hums in agreement, picks up Tatsu by its midsection, and allows you some space.

You focus your energy into your arms, letting the shifting sensation sweep over you. Once it settled you peer down and notice a problem with your hands. Claws.

“Wait. I, hmmm, give me a second.”

“Yo, Genji! I was wonderin’ if…..” A voice echoed in from behind him. It sounded familiar, for some reason.

Oh, god. That was that famous D.J. wasn’t it?

He coughs, awkwardly. “I was wonderin’ if I could borrow you for a sec?”

“Yes, I will be with you soon.” He bows to you in apology. “I will be back as quickly as I can.”

He jogs off, leaving you, claws and all, equally relieved and embarrassed.


REAPER:
He was never a fan of going down to the prisoner holding; or as Sombra liked to call it, “the Dungeon.” But, alas, there was a certain someone with needed information, who also happened to be a prisoner.

When all was said and done, it was easy to make them talk, and he was out of their room at in no time at all. An outcome that pleased him slightly.

His feet echo heavily as he makes his way down the long hallway out, letting him relish in the quiet.

“Hello?” He stops. Was someone talking to him? “Hey, uh, any chance I could get some water?”

“Not my job. Wait till diner.”

“C'mon, please? It’s been hours.”

“Again, not my job.” He begins to move again, but is stopped by the sound of intense scraping. He thought all prisoners were suppose to be stripped of all of their belongings; how did this one manage to sneak in something sharp? “You have a knife? They’re gonna have a field day with you when they find out, grunt.”

“I-I don’t have a knife!”

“Sure sounds like you do.” He states, voice taunting. The scraping continues, urgently, than becomes more muffled, and he decides if he should see for himself if they had something they shouldn’t, or to just leave.

Curiosity gets the best of him as he unlocks the door leading to your cell. The room is dim, as most are, but overwhelmingly dry. The shadows shift against the wall, and he knows better than to think that it was just his imagination.

“Come out.” He nearly demands, watching you nervously scuttle forth, almost twice his size. “What the hell?”

“Hey! It gets hard to control when I’m really hungry or thirsty….” You trail off, feeling small compared to the intimidating man before you.

He crosses his arms and stares at you a moment longer. “I’m guessing by that you mean, changing?”

“Mmhmm. But, I thought you guy knew that already.” You turn your head away from him bitterly. “I would’ve thought you knew everything about me by now.”

“Well, apparently, Talon isn’t to found of the idea of spreading the fact that they have a dragon in their dungeon.”

Your eyes sweep back to him. “You mean you didn’t know? You look kinda important.”

“Honestly, won’t have cared enough to remember if I was told.”

“That’s a bit rude.”

“I’m a member of a terrorist organization. We don’t tend to considerate.”

“Touché.” You curl yourself on to your bed and sigh. “If you’re not gonna get me some water, you can leave. I’m sure you have other, more important things to do.”

“I do. But they aren’t nearly as interesting.” He leans against the wall. “I’m curious, how exactly were they able to catch a dragon.”

“Why would you care?” You put dryly, no longer facing him.

“Humor me.”

You shift in your bed, trying to find the right words. “They didn’t FIND a dragon.” You exhale loudly through your nose in discontent. “They made one.”

You both sit in silence as he takes in your words. He pushes himself off the wall and leaves, not saying a another word.

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“Wow, even your wallet is edgy.” Sombra snorts, eyeballing the black leather wallet, with a metal skull emblem and chain.

“I told you to stop calling me that.” He growls and she raises her hands in mock defense.

“Why are you buying that many water bottles anyway?”

“That’s none of your business, Sombra.” He pulls the last of the five he bought into his arms, and turns to leave.

“Aww, I was hoping to watch you chug those all at once!”

“Too bad.”

Stutter.

Pairing: Wonho | Shin Hoseok X Reader

Genre: Fluff (with some smutty undertones because come on, it’s Won-hoe)

Word Count: 1.7K

Note: I’ve been dying because of this boi and his dumb face and his dumb lisp (like it’s so prominent in Beautiful that I can’t even ignore it anymore T_T)

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It’s dark outside by the time your boyfriend slips through the door, and you jump to your feet, catching him by surprise when you fling yourself at him.

He’s warm and solid under your fingers, and you whisper, “I missed you.”

The door shuts behind him with a soft click, and it doesn’t take long for his strong arms to wrap around your waist, a comforting weight resting against your skin.

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Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, SMUT (OH, YAS)

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Part 2. 

4.32 a.m

Bucky has problems. Serious problems.

Nearly an hour ago something has woken him up from his slumber. This “something” has been your leg spread freely over his tighs. It seems that in to the nigh both of you have moved and now, for his dismay, you are laying peacefully on top of him with your crotch dangerously near to his.

He has tried to move you a couple times but didn’t had the guts to wake you up, you seem so relaxed and you deserve it so much… So, every time you move in your sleep and rub your knee over his dick you stick another nail on his coffin. Bucky gulps nervous when your arm shakes a little in his chest as if you are dreaming, he knows from the start that sharing a bed with you was not a good idea. For fuck’s sake, how he has let you convice him of that? If he can’t bare with feeling your knee againts his when you dinner with the team, how is he gonna bare with the feeling your warm, half naked, body squashed againts his? He commit the mistake of taking a deep breath

- Fuck… - he mutters. You smell so well… And it was not the shampoo, that’s for sure, because the one in the bathroom doesn’t smell like anything. It’s your natural smell, and he can’t help imagining that same fragance saturating his nosetrils when he digs his head on your neck while burying himself deep inside you… - Virgin Mary… - he mutters under his breath, extremelly unconfortable when his dick twitch on his sweatpants at the vivid image.

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HEY who wants shitty cell phone progress photos? Well here they are anyway. Mainly because I’m excited about it. >v>; I had’t put all the pieces together till today so I’m happy that it’s looking good! The knees (for now) work, but they’re annoying to put on so I didn’t bother for now. Photoshopped in the tattoo cause why not, and I’m not about to waste one of the real ones on a dress rehearsal. I’ll get better photos at the actual con and/or when the bow is done. This is probably 99% complete with time to spare to help my friend do his Mercy.

Also, yes, I added the D.Va selfie pose cause it occurred to me that maybe the first time I show my actual face around here I shouldn’t look like I want to murder the world. >_>;

Guys, I don’t hate Hinata

I’m probably going to get so much hate for this, but I’ve been asked a few times now why I hate Hinata.

It’s not that I hate her. I hate the forced relationship that’s shoved down my throat. What happened to nobody liking Naruto when he was a kid? Why’s Hinata suddenly there for him or playing with him or whatever (same goes for the others, too)? It’s bullshit.

Instead of creating all these fake memories, they should’ve developed the relationship after the war. Them comforting each other after Neji’s death, him checking up on her to see how she’s doing and vice versa. That was the kind of development I wanted to see.

On top of that, they ended the series with Naruto marrying Hinata? What the fuck? Why not end it with him becoming Hokage? Why not use the time between the end of the war and him becoming Hokage to develop the relationships? Even ShikaTem was forced and I love them together.

It wasn’t even in Naruto’s perspective, which makes it even worse. The series started in his perspective, so it should’ve ended that way. I loved the videos everyone made and I loved seeing them get their own bit of screen time, but let’s be honest here, they could’ve ended the series better than that.

Also, I’ve noticed that it’s Hinata fans who hate on Sakura the most, probably due to the fact that there’s real development for NaruSaku. As said on other posts: I’m not a fan of NaruSaku. However, there’s no denying the fact it would’ve made more sense for them to get together.

Sakura gets so much hate because apparently she lacks character development and she’s weak. I’m sorry to say this, but Hinata’s most used line is “N-Naruto-kun” and she follows her ‘ninja way’ because it’s Naruto’s, whereas Sakura found her own ninja way and grew from the pitiful excuse of a kunoichi she once was. Why couldn’t Hinata do that?

Hinata’s from this prestigious clan, with a bloodline limit and trained by Neji no less. Why the fuck is she tripping over rocks? Why’s she struggling to make one tiny freaking leap that most kids in the series can make by the time they start the academy?

The potential was there. She could’ve been so much more than the girl with big breasts who’s useful once in a blue moon. I admired her in the Pain arc - absolutely loved it when she came to Naruto’s defence, despite knowing it would end in her death - so why did she take a huge step back? And if anyone replies with the whole “Kishimoto can’t write female characters” then I’m not even going to bother arguing with you, because that excuse is so fucking overused.

So, yeah. I don’t hate her. I hate that Kishimoto bowed to the pressure of the fandom and wasted her potential.