i tried so hard to color this but nothing worked d:

AU where the Justice League forms like usual, except Batman maintained his “totally a myth” status and has in fact been active for years before the JL forms. He’s very cautious about trusting them, but still joins, and the others sort of accepts that as long as they trust that Batman has a really hard time with trust, it will all work out in its own weird way

Then, one day, in the middle of a JL mission, the League gets in a tight spot. Out of nowhere, this blue and black blur swoops in and saves everyone’s ass. Maybe breaking some shackles that were proving very difficult, maybe disarm a bomb that the League was just a hair’s breadth too slow to reach without help, but whatever happens, the shadowy figure pauses just long enough to say, “Hey, Batman, you know you there are these things called cellphones now and you can just call sometimes, it doesn’t have to be this dramatic?” and bounds away after shouting ‘let’s do brunch! Bring your new friends!’

Batman is mortified.

No one lets it go.

The entire rest of the mission, the whole League is asking so many questions. Who was that? Do you know him? How do you know him? What’s going on? I didn’t know there was a vigilante in this area?? They don’t let up until he talks.

“That was Nightwing.” Batman is mumbling. The JL forces him to bring them to the Brunch. Brunch happens to be in a run-down apartment on the edge of a bad neighborhood, at five in the morning, in costume. Nightwing introduces himself as Batman’s lovechild with justice.

“I did not realize Batman had a child,” Martian Manhunter says, calmly enough that no one’s sure if he’s accidentally plucking a really loud thought out of the air or if he’s trying to make a joke.

Nightwing stares for a moment falling over laughing. He doesn’t get up. Batman starts trying to apply anti-Joker venom but Nightwing just kicks him and laughs until he cries. He keeps trying to wipe his eyes and his mask keeps getting in the way, so he asks everyone to leave so he can please get a hold of himself

He is still laughing when they leave. Everyone is confused. Batman is furious.  Nightwing manages to breathe long enough to say, “We’re just so glad you’re socializing now, Batman.”

Superman turns to look at Batman very slowly. “…’we’?”

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anonymous asked:

Hey! I have a kind of random question: what korean beauty products do u use?? I am really curious bc I need recommendations? Sorry; it's a weird question.

It’s a great question, don’t worry! I can understand that, I love finding something new (and if that something new fits me perfectly then I’m super happy so!)

Sweats, I have a lot of stuff though so it might be a bit long-ish…

I’ll just start with skincare because it’s always what I’m looking for first:

The Face Shop Rice water bright rich cleansing oil (from normal to dry skin). The first cleansing oil I actually tried. It’s a pleasure using it, the smell is amazing, I will definitely buy it again. Removes make-up well for me, but I’ve read people saying it has a bit of a trouble re-moving very strong make-up, but since I don’t use it I’ll give it an A+.

• I have a few foams; one from The Face Shop as well - Rice water bright cleansing foam. Smells amazing as well, I nearly finished it. I have one stored I want to try, so not yet sure if I buy it again, but I love this one too. Also I have one from Skinfood Egg white pore foam - I think I’ll buy this one. These two might be a bit drying to your skin if using without a uh..bubble maker? Not sure how that thing called in english. It dried me out, I made that thing that helps making richer foam, now I don’t have any dryness so! Skinfood will probably be great for oilier skin.

• Theeen I have The Secret key’s Milk brightening toner. Still not sure about it, I broke out a lot when I was using it, but I am not sure if it was from it or from..period, I’m sorry, Still haven’t retried it, so don’t have an opinion except that I think the smell is pretty good.

• UUH i bought a lot of creams in the search for the perfect one. I have Tony Moly Pure eco snail moisture gel (smells fantastic, used it for the face a lot, didn’t break out, nothing really changed nor for the worst nor for the better, now use it mostly on my hands); I also recently bought Mizon’s All in one Snail repair cream (because I REALLY REALLY want a few marks to fade); comparing to Tony Moly’s it does make skin very soft to the touch. But I’ve been using it for like, six days, so other than that I can’t say how effective it’s going to be. Doesn’t quite smell, pleasant to use. Depending on how it goes next, I think I’ll re-buy it. I also use Aloe Soothing Gel by Nature Republic. used it all the time before i bought Mizon’s, never broke out. for now uh.. I kind of use it after shaving. HUGE container. I wonder if I will be able to finish it before it expires. Next (GOd, there are so many) Skinfood Fresh Apple sparkling water cream. Use it before make-up. It’s supposed to keep your skin matte, I love the smell of it, nice to use. My skin is pretty normal, so I don’t know how much it actually does what it’s supposed to. I’ll try it in summer and find out:”D

• nooow MASKS. oh, my love. sweet, sweet masks. I think my AAABsolute favourite is Skinfood’s Black sugar wash off mask. A present from my friend. Basically a scrub that you let to stay on your skin after you scrubbed. Smells amazing, leaves skin suuuper soft afterwards, will definitely 100% buy it again. Theeen I have Volcanic ash pore pack by secret nature. After using it the skin seems a bit brighter, a bit softer. Nothing too outstanding, but it’s fairly pleasant overall. I wanted to try Holika Holika’s Soda Pore Cleansing Bubble mask BECAUSE O MY GOD. BUBBLES. ON. MY FACE. BUBBLES. I swear I’m a child. I WAS REALLY CURIOUS OKAY. Pretty much the same effect as with Volcanic ash pore. Probably one time fun for me. (I mean. one bottle time, ahah). Theeen I wanted to try Elizavecca’s Hell Pore Clay mask, I think it was the first mask I bought. Wasn’t painful for me, skin is pretty soft afterwards, but I don’t think it does much for my skin? Probably because I don’t quite have that much to push out. It doesn’t quite catch it. Can remove dead skincells though, I’m sure. God. IS this all? No. I recently bought Holika Holika Honey Sleeping pack (I have canola); I’m still not sure, I had quite a big zit when I went to bed with it, in the morning it was, like, much paler and didn’t feel on my skin. Was it the mask’s doing? was the zit supposed to fade away? Not yet sure, since I bought it very recently with mizon. For masks I think that’s all. Kinda sticky because of the honey, but smells nice.

• I have one emulsion by The Saem Urban Eco Harakeke. Moisturising, smells good, make-up goes smoothly on it.

• the last for skincare: Ciracle pore control blackhead off sheet. I only used it twice, and it’s quite tricky and I guess takes some used to. basically does the job of steaming the face without steam and probably works a bit better. Pushes out everything from your nose, you just have to remove it. Didn’t push out as much as I’ve seen on pictures and in reviews for me, but it does it’s job. Nose is as smooth as a jellyfish. SO SMOOTH afterwards.

FINALLY I THINK WE ARE DONE WITH SKINCARE. OH DEAR GOD, not a million of products have passed.

Nooooow up to Make-uuuup~~ 

• BB CREAMS. I swear on those. I. am. a nerd. Before I tried any bb or cc creams that are sold in our stores they never fit me ever. They always felt so greasy and dark for me. I don’t know, I had the curse of bb creams and now i think it’s finally gone. The first korean one I tried was Aritaum Full Cover. The coverage IS nice, can be a bit shiny in a certain lighting, and feels pretty heavy on the skin. I think my problem with it was mostly my dislike for powders, so it felt sticky, but I think with people who DO use powders it’s going to work better. After that I tried Holika Holika Petit BB (Moisturizing). MY LOVE STARTED. I love how it feels, in certain lighting it makes the skin seem absolutely perfect, pleasant on daylight, doesn’t fell like a mask on a skin. Has universal tone. The Last one is CC, actually, but not less amazing. I’ve been using mostly it recently, CC Color change blemish balm. This one is MAAGIC because it’s like greenish-white, and then you put it on the face, and it turns into your face and it’s MAGIC i swear I love how it feels(doesn’t) on the skin, the coverage is decent for me, Baaaarely noticeable on the skin. I’ll definitely buy holika holika and this one again.

• as for concealers I have Aritaum Full cover liquid concealer for undereye (the tube is huge for concealer, I’m not sure if I will ever finish it since it takes such a minimum for me); and Facetone Creamy Tip concealer for any spots. Good coverage, most likely I’ll buy it as well.

• I have Sweet Cotton pore cover base by Holika Holika, still not sure about it, doesn’t quite hide pores much, at least for me, but the make up does seem to stay longer with it. I’ve read the reviews for people to whom it really worked in regard of hiding pores, so! Might just be me, striving for absolute perfection.

• I have A’pieu Cheek Chok blush. Overall nice, but I think it’s a bit too pigmented for me and it seems to be a bit hard to blend. Creamy texture, but not quite as creamy as I wanted.

• last but not least… tints. Fresh cherry tint, pleasant texture, but I think I picked a bit of a wrong shade for me, though if I use it with The Saem’s Saemmul Real Tint (it’s orangish) it gives a fantastic effect. I also have the latter in dark purple. Love those tints, stay forever (especially the dark one - which is also quite hard to wash off) surprise, tint leaves a tint! :”D Love these, gotta buy again most likely. If I ever finish those, ahah.

I’ve been writing this message for so long. I’m sorry it’s huge. I’m sorry I’m a nerd when it comes to makeup and skincare. Goodbye, money, GOODBUY. ;)

Day 2 - Purring

Something was rumbling in her ear. 

Marinette woke slowly, the soft rumble reeling her out of a pleasant dream and the unmistakable vibration of her pillow steadily grounding her in reality. But even when she blinked open her eyes it still took a moment to place the sound. At first she thought it was her phone. 

But then she remembered what had been happening before she fell asleep.

Root beer floats on the balcony. Video games until well past two in the morning. Giggling at a comic book on her bed until no, that was definitely the last thing she remembered. As if in response to this, she became aware of a glossy page plastered to her cheek. Sitting up, she peeled the comic book off and tossed it aside, afraid to look behind her at the other side of her bed. Because if he’d simply left, then what was that suspiciously purr-like sound? Man, they’d fallen asleep on accident again, hadn’t they?

In the darkness Marinette peeked over her shoulder at him, then immediately sqeaked in terror when she saw his bare arm and wrenched her pillow up to press it over her eyes. 

He isn’t transformed. Oh my god, he detransformed in his sleep! 

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Devil's Backbone

Sam and Dean x Sister!Reader

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Warnings: maybe some Angst, being buried, I think that’s it.

A/N: this is going to be a series so let me know if you want to be tagged. Also the readers names picked out already. I’ve been wanting to do that and finally did. Feedback is very much appreciated.

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Originally posted by weallneedcastiel


The feeling of a slimy object crawling across your face got your attention. You found yourself wanting to open your eyes but had no luck. Where the hell were you? Breathing was impossible. Dirt surrounded you. Were you…buried?

Up. It was the one thing that made sense. Dig up. Grab dirt and pull it out of the way. The moment your hand reached above the surface, it felt as though the sun was wrapping itself around your skin.

Grabbing onto nearby grass, all you could do was pull. Pull your body up from under the ground. Then it happened. Fresh air. You inhaled it violently. Gasping for a good time before you were breathing normally. Now all you had to do was finish getting out.

From the stomach down you were still covered in dirt. And weak. God you were so weak. Both of your arms steady themselves on the ground and locked position, trying to pull the rest of your body up and out. But they both gave out. No surprise you were weak. You’d just risen from your grave.

It took forever it seemed. Wiggling and squirming anyway you could. Eventually you got out. For a moment you just laid there. On the ground. Surrounded by fallen trees as an omen. You paid no attention to them.

The sun. It was all that mattered. Every inch, every fiber in your body, was soaking up the light. It was beautiful. The way the rays danced on your newly re-exposed skin. It was almost like two friends meeting each other once again after being apart for so long. Your eyes closed, allowing the light to embrace you after being trapped in the dark for so long.

Some time had passed. Night had now fallen on the once beautiful and vibrant blue sky. Tomorrow would bring another day to dance alongside the sun. For now, you became aquatinted with the old friend of dark. Following the bright street lights which led to a lit up town not far from you. Cars occasionally passed by on the busy road, but they all ignored you. Of course you didn’t blame them. You were beat up, wearing ragged clothing and looked like you’d just crawled out of Hell. Maybe because you had.

How were you even back? Your brothers. Sam and Dean. They must’ve done something stupid to get you back. There wasn’t any other way you could be back. If one of them sold their soul, you’d kill them yourself for being so stupid and reckless. It was bad enough your sold yours to save Sam after the fiasco with Azael and his special children’s fight to the death. You didn’t need to keep going down the same path.

Finally- not too far away you could see something. Something you’d thought you’d never see again. A telephone booth. Lucky for you, there was change in your pocket. Funny how neither of your brothers thought to empty your pockets.

With excitement and success flowing through you, you ran as fast as you could over to the phone. Closing the door and looking around before dialing the number. First you tried Sam’s. No answer. How could he not answer?

Okay- no need to panic. There was only enough left for one more call. Bobby would decline a number he didn’t know. So Dean it was. Part of you said a little prayer before dialing the numbers.

“Please pick up. Please pick up.” Your hand rested above the box while your head hung low as you whispered to yourself.

Then you heard it. The familiar, tired, gruff voice on the other end of the phone.

“Hello?” Dean.

You wanted to yell. Wanted to cry. But your voice was so hoarse and dead.

“Hello?” He was getting inpatient. No doubt he would hang up. There was no way for you to talk. So you did the only thing you could think of: Morse Code.

“D-E-A-N” you hoped and wished he would understand. “H-E-L-P”

When you heard movement on the other line you got hope.

“Sammy, get me a pen and paper.” He understood. He knew you were trying to tell him something. “Do it again.”

You wasted no time. “D-E-A-N. H-E-L-P.” The whole time you tried to get your voice to work but found no luck still.

“Where are you? Who is this?” He knew that not just anybody would have his number and know his name. It had to be somebody he knew.

“Cadlin Lane. P.W” you have your initials. Phoebe Winchester. Before he could respond to you, the line cut out.

Great. Now you were stuck in this town. Alone. At night. No money, no car, no anything. So you did the only thing that made sense: sit in the booth and wait for Baby to hopefully pull up.

Lucky for you, nobody tried using the phone while you remained inside of it. Hiding from the unexpected down pour of rain and hail. The water outside threatened to seep into the small cracks and destroy what little warmth you had. Two headlights in the distance shined bright in your general direction. A comforting putting sound of an engine sent chills down your spine. It wasn’t just any engine belonging to any regular car. You’d know that roar anywhere. Baby.

Both of your legs were stiff and cold from being in the same position for hours. Nevertheless you pushed the door open, resting on your knees, and tried your best to stand up. Tries instantly squealed roughly against the jagged pavement and rocks. Two bodies swung open the shiny black doors and hauled towards you. There was no question which was which. Dean was driving as usual and Sam rode shotgun.

“Phoebe?” Dean’s arms wrapped around you while the scent of his leather crisp jacket did the same. Sam came up behind you, holding a silver knife and holy water in his hand. Without hesitation you held out your arm. First came the holy water. Obviously you passed the test. The knife made a small fit on the tip of your finger. He too wrapped his arms around you as you switched from one brother to the next.

The hug was warm. It made you feel alive. Your head rested perfectly on his chest as his right hand held the back of your head.

“Come on.” Dean was already heading back to the drivers seat.

“Your freezing, climb up front. The heaters work better up there.” Never did Sam give you the front unless special circumstances were upon you all.

You climbed in, sitting on an old jacket of course. Both of your hands were crookedly extended outwards to greet the blasting air vents in front of you.

“Jesus, Phebe’s. Your fingers are purple.” Dean was right, you hadn’t noticed it until now. “Come here.” His right arm moved and made room for your body, and you happily moved over to him.

Somehow he’d managed to get his jacket off and wrap it around the front of your body. Sam did the same and covered your legs. On the floor board you could see an unopened bottle of water. Within seconds it was in your hands as you downed it faster than you ever bought possible. With the final swallow you set the bottle in a cup holder and resumed your position next to your driving brother.

Both of your freezing hands were balled up in each other as they tucked neatly into Dean’s side. Trying to absorb his heat. Sitting up slightly, you set your head into the crook of his neck, still facing forward to see the road barley. The small chuckle that came from him shook your bones as his right hand wrapped around your shoulders and rubbed lightly. Creating friction and heat.

“How the Hell are you even back?” His eyes stayed focused on the road ahead.

“I could ask you guys the same thing.” It was the first words you’d spoken with your voice.It hurt, but you did it anyways. “One of you had to do something stupid and reckless to get me out.” From the corner of your eye, Sam was leaning forward onto the back of the front seat.

“No. Neither of us did.” His arms were crossed neatly across the seat. “Not that we didn’t try, because we did. Nobody would make a deal with us no matter how hard we tried.”

Of course they tried. So there was good reason to worry they did sell their soul. Phoebe one, brothers zero.

“Well I’m not back because of nothing.” Your head was turned so you could look into your brothers hazel colored eyes.

Turning onto your back, you were surprised to feel a burning pain coming from your right side. With no questions asked you pushed the jackets off of your now semi warm body and slowly began to lift up for shirt. There were red swollen and puffed out markings on your side. But there was more hidden by your pants. Slowly you started to roll down the waist of your jeans, only on the right side. Until you could make out what it was.

The mark was wrapped around your hip. You rolled over just slightly to see the last of the puzzle. A thumb print which curled around to your backside just a little. It was a hand mark. There was no doubt about that.

“I wouldn’t call that nothing.” Both you and Dean exchanged a look of concern as he spoke. Never taking his eyes off the road.

Day one of the rest of your life of rebirth began now.

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Baby it's all a Game

Originally posted by bwipsul

Taehyung x reader

High school au/Angst/slight smut

Mentions of marijuana and drinking

based on a real life story

Word count: 8.2k

Part 1/?

There is only one person you had your eyes on ever since you started high school, and he will never be yours. Not now, not ever. Your feet are grounded to the floor, just as the game ended as you watched his girl wearing jersey running up to him for a hug, and slowly you felt your heart begin to shatter.

You could see him smiling as his hands were wrapped around her waist, securely and filled up to joy as she screamed happily for the final football game. Your school won by a landslide, by him running toward the end goal in victory, pandemonium breaking out from the bleachers as the other team lost. But you’re here, not having the enjoyment of the win  or any of the excitement as you watch the couple. He’s swinging her around in his arms, laughing with his honey sweet voice and kissing her from her forehead and her cheeks, her lips, her nose, from the ecstasy he’s experiencing. That was when your first heartbreak destroyed you, ruining your weak heart, and the first time you felt like crushed diamonds and broken into pieces.

Kim Taehyung will never be yours.

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anonymous asked:

Hello, I love your blog :) We all know how Namjoon pretty much confessed to watching porn in the work room area, or whatever it's called :'D So could I request a Namjoon smut where y/n wants to suprise him (in an innocent way) while he was working a new song, but she walks in to see him watching porn. And you know, things kinda go from there. (I felt awkward typing this tbh :'D)

Studio Quickie:

You stood there stunned and blinking, red decorating your cheeks as your boyfriend fumbled around to pull his pants up and shut down the laptop that was singing loud moans from the girl getting pounded into by her ‘daddy’. Your mouth had been slightly open and you couldn’t believe what you were seeing right now.

“Yah! At least shut the door!” Namjoon shouted at you with everything from his neck up red. You scrambled around lightly to move inside and shut the door fidgeting with your fingers as he pulled his pants up finally zipping them. The air was silent and he didn’t even want to look at you. You shifted from side to side, and looking at him you felt just as bad, he was embarrassed and he was so stiff and quiet.

You didn’t mean to startle him. You had come to the studio to see him today because you knew he was going to be at the studio all day. He had been working hard on something new, and that required him to be here at all kinds of the day. You had brought him food, getting up early to cook something for him you had danced around the house in almost wearing nothing listening to his music. You had missed him so much, he had barely spent time with you coming home and trying to watch TV with you or holding you close only to be the first one to fall asleep and be the first one up. So, you wanted to at least bring him food and see what he was up to. And here he was, trying to get himself off quickly so that he could get back to work. His breathing had calmed down, and the flushed-out color on his skin started to slowly fade but he still wasn’t talking to you, he was still embarrassed. You grinned sheepishly moving to sit down beside him in another rolling chair, placing the food down on the couch behind the mixer board you rolled over to him placing your hands on each of his knees. Namjoon cut his eyes to look at you, and when he opened his mouth to make an excuse you leaned up to kiss his soft lips, feeling him relax his rigid body and kiss you back.

“I don’t need any excuses.” You told him gently, ghosting your hands through his hair before you released him. “I know that you’ve been here, working your ass off, and I know you’ve needed me and we’ve missed each other this week and the previous ones. I am a little upset that you haven’t come to me to at least try but.. I’m here and you need to take a load off.” You admitted giving him a smile.

“I’m sorry baby, I know I should have been around more, I should always make time for you. But right now I can’t, with deadlines and everything I have to make sure that I’m doing everything right. And if anything goes wrong- what are you doing baby I said no.” Namjoon groaned seeing you get on your knees to kiss up his clothed thighs. He breathed deep through his nose trying to calm himself down but he couldn’t help seeing you like that for him. “I said no-“ He tried again only to earn you licking and kissing on his bulge, looking at him with those big innocent eyes, your pupils blew out with lust. His hand gripped at your hair, he wanted to tell you no again but he knew the beast in him wanted to come out. He watched your hands move up to grip at his zipper and tug it down, how your pink tongue darted out to lick over your bottom lip. You were so beautiful to him, taking him out of the confines of his pants, wrapping your lips around his heated shaft. How your lips parted and mouth stretched out more to take all of him until you were choking sucking on his shaft, your mouth hollowing making his hips buck as he groaned taking in the sight before him. Your head pushed down repeatedly using your tongue to flick and lick at his sensitive veins. He could feel every flick and roll of your tongue, he listened to your slurp and moan around him. His head tilting backwards as he moaned you from the pleasure.

“Come here, I need more.” Namjoon rasped after just snapping his hips against your face wasn’t enough for him. He slowly pulled you off his cock listening to the wet popping sounds it made. He pulled you upwards, having you stand while he kissed on your lips helping you pull down your bottoms in one go. He pulled your legs apart, helping you straddle him, his tip rubbing against your wet slick pussy lips.

“My baby girl is so wet, let’s fix that for us both okay?” He asked biting on your bottom lip as he pushed his large head inside of your tight opening. His hands guided your hips down until you were taking all of him inside of you, your hands gripping onto his shoulders, he smiled softly pressing repeated kiss against your lips. He held his hips still until he was sure you had adjusted well enough, bucking his hips up he started the pace slow, and at first you were only there feeling the stretch of him, how his thick shaft was gently pushing against your walls. How he stretched you out, the slick sounds of him fucking you slowly being heard in the room. After some time, you started to grind your hips back down against his, your kiss that was once so sweet becoming heated and mixed with just as much teeth as anything else. You started to slowly moan his name, letting it ring out like a plea.

“Shh baby girl, be quiet.” Namjoon urged in a hush voice pushing his hips upwards against yours harder. You couldn’t help it, he kept switching his hips to find your spot, and you knew he could tell when he found it because he started to smirk, snapping his hips quickly against yours.

“Namjoon~ fuck Namjoon! Harder!” You cried out, knowing that he was going to get rougher with you if you didn’t behave. But Namjoon didn’t have time to play with you, he reached his hand up to harshly grip at your hair making you tilt your head back. It was hard for you to moan in that position, because of the position of your head. He smirked at how you choked out pleas, and he picked up the speed, gripping at your hip with his free hand he pounded against you, feeling your nails claw at his shirt as your eyes screwed shut and you tried to hold out on cumming for him. He didn’t care, he would keep you in that position all night if he had to.

“Rub your clit for me.” He commanded as his breath fanned across your skin, he leaned forward kissing the flesh at the crook of your neck, soon he was licking and biting planting hickeys on your skin. He could feel your hand between his body meaning you were being good for him and behaving, the sheer thought alone of how wet you were and how fucked you must look was pushing him over the edge.

“Can I?” You asked him savoring the feeling of him fucking your spot as your own hand toyed with your clit. He nodded his head giving you a breathy ‘yes’ against your skin. You screwed your eyes shut, your stomach tightened up and your pussy wrapped around his cock tighter squeezing like a vice. You held out for a few more seconds until you were cumming on his shaft, clinging to him and coming down from your high. Namjoon groaned against your skin slamming you down and burying himself deep inside of you. He felt his hips lightly shake as he pulled you close kissing onto your jaw and up to your lips once again giving you a lazy smile.

You lay against him, listening to his heart beat as you both basked into the quickie you had, and snapping out of your trance knowing that anyone could come in you stretched out looking at him.

“You need to eat something.” You said with a soft smile and he nodded his head pulling you off him gently.

“I know baby girl, thank you for that. It was something I needed.” He admitted pecking your lips sweetly.

“It’s not a problem, just make sure later on tonight you draw it out. I want another round.” You admitted and he nodded his head, helping you both cleaned up before he went back to work and started to eat his food, pulling your chair close to him to make sure you didn’t leave his side.

Panic Cord (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Part 2!

Originally posted by whattheendoftheworldlookedlike


A/N: YALL IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK TEN YEars!!! But finally, part 2 is here! I love, love, love the Coney Island Wonder Wheel! If you’ve ridden it, I’m so jealous of you haha! :D I hope y’all like it! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤️

EDIT: I also accidentally posted this on the wrong account lol. Sorry about that!

Warnings: Panic attacks. A lil bit of angst. Fluff? (:


“No way,” you gasped, placing a hand on your heart. “You know Tony Stark?

Bucky let out a small laugh. You really wished you could see his face. The arm that was wrapped around your shoulder tightened as you walked. Even Alfie stopped walking and peered up at Bucky questioningly.

“Tony’s well…he’s Tony. He grows on you after a while.” You nod, still trying to process that this mysterious man who you’ve only known for a week, not only knew Tony Stark -he lived with him in the Stark tower. You’ve never seen it, as you moved to New York long after it was built. But from what everyone says, it’s phenomenal.

“So are you like a cousin or brother of Tony?” you ask, fiddling with Alfie’s leash.

“God, no!” He chuckled. “At least I hope not.”

“Then why are you living with him? If you don’t mind me asking.”

You couldn’t see it, but you could sense the tenseness the question caused. You pulled your hair behind your ear, your cheeks reddening with embarrassment. You had zero intentions of offending him. What were you thinking asking such a personal question?

You turned to him and opened your mouth, prepared to apologize, but before you could get a word out, Bucky cut you off.

“We’re uh…sort of working together.”

Your eyes widened. So…he was an Avenger? You tried to contain your excitement, but you didn’t need eyes to tell you were failing miserably. Somehow you managed to catch a date with an Avenger, despite being blind as a bat.

Being the little chatterbox you were, you found out quite a bit about Bucky Barnes. He was twenty nine years old, quite a few years older than you. His favorite color was royal blue and his favorite food was pepperoni pizza with pineapples. He absolutely adored dogs, much to your delight. Somehow Alfie, who tended to be completely wary of strangers, had warmed up to Bucky in only a few short hours since they’ve met.

However, there were some things that you found out that weren’t from verbal interactions. You pretty much survived on your sense of touch, and you were a master at finding out the hidden facts about him. You discovered that Bucky was at least six feet tall, the way he held you close to him gave it away perfectly. You were able to rest your head on his shoulder perfectly.

Another thing you found out was that Bucky was on the muscular side. Like, really muscular.

When he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and you leant into him, you could instantly feel the hardness that was his stomach. The guy was built like a brick house, but you were nowhere near complaining! You couldn’t wait to run your hands along it.

The thing you liked the most was his hair.

When he bent down to tie your shoes for you, which was the sweetest thing on this earth, you couldn’t help but run your hand along his hair, taking in each and every strand into your fingers. It was a bit longer than you expected, but that only made him more attractive. You quite liked guys with longer hair, it gave you more to touch, more to see without your eyes.

You concluded in your brain that James Buchanan Barnes was really freaking attractive, and there was absolutely nothing that could change your mind.

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The carnival he was taking you to was located on Coney Island.

You’ve been there before, but of course you couldn’t tell without hearing the ferris wheel. You always dreamed of how it looked. Was it as huge as everyone said it was? Did it really light up each night? You always wanted to ride it, but given your grandmother’s protective nature, you were never allowed to as a child. As you grew into an adult, the chances seemed more and more unlikely.

“What’s with the long face, doll.” Bucky whispered into your ear.

You bit your lip to stop the stupid grin that spread on your face. Jesus, you felt like you were in middle school again.

“It’s nothing, really.” you dismissed, feeling Alfie’s tail hitting your legs repeatedly.

“Y/N,” he pressed, placing his chin on your shoulder. “You haven’t stopped smiling the entire time until now. What’s bothering you?” Gosh, were you really that easy to read?

You could feel his hands along yours, playing with your smaller fingers. It was so distracting, jesus, but you couldn’t find it in you to tell him to stop. The fact that his lips were only inches away from yours only added onto your longing.

“I just…I’ve always wanted to ride the ferris wheel, but I can’t.” you admit.

Immediately, you feel one of his hands in yours, gently pulling you away from your spot. What on earth was he doing? You could hear Alfie’s paws hitting the pavement evenly, at least he wasn’t panicking.

“Where are we going, Bucky?” you ask, grabbing onto his shoulder with your other arm.

“To the ferris wheel, kid.” he laughs, continuing to walk with you as if it’s no big deal.

You planted your feet onto the ground, preventing him from taking you any further. You couldn’t go on there! What if you fell off? Grandma would be mortified if that happened. And Alfie, he’d be sent back to the shelter!

Slowly, you felt yourself growing lightheaded, your lungs felt as if they were being filled with lead. You didn’t know which way was up or down. Or even where you were anymore. But you could feel the ground beneath you now. Oh god, did you fall again?

“Y/N!” Bucky called exclaimed.

You felt tears pooling inside your eyes. You just wanted your grandma, she always knew what to do.

“Y/N?” You blinked at Bucky’s voice. It sounded less urgent than before, but you could still detect the fear from it. Bucky placed one of his hands on your cheek, lifting it up slightly.

You knew he was looking into your eyes. But it pained you even more that you couldn’t look into his. Yours weren’t anything, in fact, they weren’t pigmented at all. Everyone always said yours were just a milky grey that took in everything, but gave nothing. It wasn’t fair.

“I-I’m sorry…” You whispered.

“No, I’m sorry,” he said softly. You could feel a hand pull some stray hairs from your face and tuck them behind your ear. “I shouldn’t have pressured you.”

You gave him a small smile, holding out your hand for him to grab. You were expecting the normal, flesh hand that you’ve been holding throughout the day, but instead, you were met with….metal.

You’ve never pulled your hand away so fast in your life.

“W-what…what is…is that your hand?” you sputtered, backing away slowly. What was going on? You never felt anything metal throughout the entire time. Not even when you wrapped your arm around his. Were you hallucinating?

You could hear him inhale sharply.

You frowned, holding your hand out again. Whatever it was, you wanted to feel it again. Maybe it wasn’t metal, but something else!

But no matter how far you reached, you couldn’t feel him. In fact, you were practically crawling before you realized it. You could feel Alfie beside you, nuzzling his snout into your side. Where was Bucky?

“Bucky?” you called out, reaching your hand in front of you.

Silence.

“Bucky, where’d you go?” you called, standing to your feet. You held onto Alfie’s leash tightly in your hand. Oh no, did he leave?

You could feel the tears pooling in your eyes once again. Did he really just leave you? You knew you might’ve reacted poorly, but…you still needed to get home. You had no idea how to get back.

Wiping your tears with the sleeve of your sweater, you pulled Alfie along. It would take hours, but you had no choice.

You just hoped that Bucky was okay.

- FIN!

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Dan x Reader- Little One, I Love You

Third Person POV
Tuesday is the day Dan must leave for New York. He’s set to visit YouTube Headquarters and sponsors for Phil and his projects in New York. He’s going to be there for four days and while we both would’ve thought the amount of time was nothing four years ago, we’ve definitely changed now. In the space of four years, Dan and y/n have welcomed an adorable little girl, y/d/n who captured our hearts and life the first day she came on this Earth.

Dan was wrapped up in her little finger and she adored him which would make it gut wrenching when he would have to say goodbye Tuesday morning. Usually when Dan had to go on any sort of work trips y/n joined him and Phil or just stay home and stick it out. When they were in newborn stage, she’d stay home with their daughter who didn’t really mind nor remember. However, now the 4 year old totally understood. They would always accompany Dan whether it was to L.A or Florida, but it seemed cruel to have mid toddler on a plane for hours just for a mere 4 all work days, so they wanted y/d/n and y/n to stay home. The hard part is telling her…


Y/N’s POV
“Daddy!!! Mommy!!!” I heard little but mighty voice shout from lounge then the sound of little feet pottering came closer.
I eyed Dan in worriment and I just saw pure horror in his face, frozen in position for packing his suitcase. It was y/d/n.
“Crap,” he mumbled shuffling to push in a the clothing drawers of our bedroom and zipping up the suitcase quickly.
“Hello munchkin,” Dan tried to look causal with a giant suitcase on the bed. But she’s far too suspicious and smart as her chocolate eyes widened, making the connection instantly.
“Whatcha doing?” The little voice chirped and then ran over to open the suitcase revealing her father’s clothes.
“Daddy are you packing?” y/d/n curiously smiled excitedly and I stayed silent.
Dan smiled weakly and nodded letting out a quiet, “Yes.”
“Yay! Where we going?” She asked all giddy.
Dan grabbed her to carry and sit on the bed, as he bent down on the floor with his giant height.
“Baby, daddy’s going away to work for little bit in New York. You stay here with mommy for a little bit.” He said in the calmest voice possible but then we saw all the color wiped from her face as it dropped, sadness overtaking and she gulped.
“W-w-what? Why?” y/d/n looked scared and I went on the bed to hold her in an attempt of comfort.
“Because, Uncle Phil and I have to meet some people there but I’ll be back. Promise.” Dan swallowed his breath watching her little rose lip quiver.
“Without me?” She had the sheer look of horror in her face, the exact one her dad had on just a mere minutes ago. I stroked her hair and kiss her forehead trying to tell it’d be alright. My heart was sinking.
“Yes, because it’s going to be really boring and we are going to do work things. You can stay here though and do whatever with mommy and have so much fun.” He looked at me for reassurance and I nodded at her once more, “Mhmm.”
“No!!! Daddy please don’t leave me.” y/d/n and Dan instantly jumped to her to hold her in his arms.
“No no baby, I’ll be back I promise.” Dan took her head in his chest, softly stroking her hair. But it was too late and inevitable, the waterworks came.


Third Person POV
Eventually, y/d/n stopped crying and he tucked her into bed after taking all the cuddles he would need.
But before he could leave, the little voice peeped out at him.
“Daddy?” It sounded scared and exhausted worked from all emotions.
“Yes love?” He thought he was going to make a quick getaway for it, but instead he ran over to his little girl’s bed.
Her eyes were teary and red, body hot and sniffling, how he hated seeing his little one like this.
“Have I been bad?” The voice peeped out struck with fear, “I promise I’ll be good just stay, or let me go with you, Daddy. Please.”
“No angel, you’ve been an amazing little girl. I just have to go and do things.” Dan tried reasoning with her but he only got, “Have Uncle Phil do it! Stay with me!”
Dan just shook his head and kissed her, “I’m sorry baby. I can’t.”
In the small amount of seconds, her brain ran wild. Eyes looking all around and mouth quivering again, trying to come up with some explanation of why her father would leave her and she only came to one conclusion.
“Do you not love me anymore? That why you leaving?” Dan’s eyes widened absolutely heart absolutely broke at her statement.
He feared her ever asking that, he never ever wanted her to doubt his love for her. Now in her 4 year old mind, she somehow came up that the only reason that he’s leaving her at home is that he didn’t love her and it killed him.
“Listen to me, little one I love you so much. I will always love you so much. I don’t want you to ever think I don’t love you. I promise I love you and always will.” His eyes were urging and eyes yearning for her to understand, he needed her to always believe that he loved her.
y/d/n simply nodded her little head and curled up to him sleepily mumbling, “Daddy, I love you too,” after kissing his cheek.
He smiled at this statement and held her a little longer wishing it could be forever.
Her small body stirred a little more in his arms and then whispered, “Daddy?”
Dan was surprised she was still awake but he wanted to savor every last moment with his little girl and looked down at her.
“Yes?”
“Can I go with you please?” Her eyes were as big as a puppy’s and Dan could feel his heart soften. That’s it, he couldn’t stand it anymore and may have even wanted her to come more than his daughter herself. If y/d/n wanted to go this time then she’d go, New York was only just a couple hours and not as bad as Los Angeles.
“Okay… fine.” Dan watched his baby girl’s face light up once again, “But you have to go to sleep now darling.”
She nodded and curled back into his body and whispered a peppy and sleepy, “Yay.”
Dan chuckled at what he just promised, with a bit of shock, but he was going to deliver for his little one.

In an instant Dan whipped out his phone going straight to the plane app and booked another 2 tickets. With all their information automatically filled in, Dan had booked y/n and the littlest Howell on a trip to New York next to him on first class. The flight was on Tuesday and the current day was current early hours of Monday. Dan slowing crept out of the room and went to see his wife quietly reading a book in bed.



Y/N’s POV
“You’re still up, you didn’t have to wait up for me.” Dan said taking off his shirt and crawling in bed.
I shrugged, “I was reading anyways, I would’ve woken you with the light if you went came to bed to soon.”
Dan chuckled kissing my cheek and pulling over the duvet in himself.
“How did she take it?” I asked wondering if it went well since he was in there for so long.
“So umm, guess we’re going to New York on Tuesday.” Dan spoke quietly and I put her book down in surprise. I swear there was a little grin.
“What? Dan!” I scolded him in disbelief and instead he just smirked with an amused giggle.
“I couldn’t say no to that face.” I groaned but didn’t really mind honestly. I missed New York but I would miss Dan more if he left even if it was only for a few days.
“Dan,” I complained as he kissed my lips coming on too of me making me blush.
“You would find she’s very convincing. Just like her mother.” Dan said in between his little kisses all over my body.
Scoffing I ask, “Is that so?”
Dan nodded and winked, “Besides I can’t leave you, I’ll miss you far too much.”
I sighed cuddling up to his bare chest, “Alright, well I guess one day she’s gonna beg to stay home. So we might as savor the time she wants to come with us.”
“Exactly.” Dan kissed my forehead and we both yawned consecutively.
“Guess we’re all packing tomorrow.” I mumbled not even bothering to think about all the running around and Dan laughed it off.
“I love you.” He beamed at me.
“I love you too.” I kissed his lips once more and I rested my eyes peacefully with closed smile.


Third Person POV
While y/n drifted asleep, he marveled at how a little girl had him wrapped around her finger and he would literally do anything for her heart’s desire. Now, he understood this love and admiration that he had and he was in awe. Dan had a family that was his. Dan had more than he could ever wish far and he absolutely loved it. He had y/n and y/d/n and that was all he needed.

//Bonus!\
Phil and his wife along with their child also came on the New York trip after they were told of Dan bringing y/n and their daughter. They had an amazing time.

Mirrored

Summary

Akko went about her daily routine working hard to get one step closer to become like Shiny Chariot when all of a sudden, a certain prodigal witch started acting differently.

Mirror Dimension AU

For those who prefer to read it on fanfiction.net. Here’s the link

Chapter 1

Akko had nearly finished her potions essay for Professor Lukic when someone stood in front of her. She didn’t pay the person any mind as she finished it with her name with a jaunty flourish.

“Hi Akko!”

The high pitched voice inside the library startled her as she was used to the fact that she’s the one always noisy and needs to be shushed. Akko looked up at the person.

“D-Diana?” she yelped. She never heard Diana addressed her like that before or even speak with that range of voice in contrast to her usually reserved one. “W-what do you want?”

Akko immediately thought of all the screw ups and troubles she did the past few days to come up with explanations for them.

Diana’s intense blue eyes that Akko used to stare so much had an unfamiliar gleam in them. Then with a playful smile that crossed the posh girl’s features, Akko’s jaw dropped when she realized that Luna Nova’s best student who was reserved and formal in all of her facial expressions made a mischievous smirk.

“Shush,” Diana placed a finger on her lips indicating silence.

At first, Akko thought that Akko was being too loud but then a sudden explosion happened behind the shelves in the direction Akko faces. The smoke grew into a separate blue and violet color and students who occupied that space all ran about in distress.

The prestigious girl usually was the one who fixes it before the teachers in the vicinity could but instead, she giggled. With a sound that Akko never heard her utter, she watched awestruck at the jolly laughter Diana Cavendish was making.

A slight blush heated on her cheeks when she stared. “Diana are you feeling okay?” she asked worriedly.

“I’m feeling fine Akko.” She tried to stifle her uncontrollable giggles. “Actually I feel so much better! Akko come with me, let’s do more tricks!”

“Tricks?”

“Oh my, your slow at observation.” She then rephrased. “Prank Akko, let’s prank more of the girls!”

“WHAT?” Akko bellowed. She turned around and saw that the smoke commotion is slightly being controlled by Prof. Finnelan.

She yelped when Diana grabbed her hand to flee. “Come on Akko, we must not get caught!”

“HUH?” Akko remain immobile as the British girl grabbed her headfirst towards the exit, leaving the hard work potions essay she had to do extra credit for on the table.

* * *

“Diana, are you sure we should be doing this? We have class in 5 minutes.” Akko carefully followed Diana through the corridors by making less noises as she could. “Diana where are we going?”

“Akko, history of magic bores you. Why do you want to go back to class anyway?”

Akko stopped on her tracks and stared incredulously at the brightest witch of their batch. Diana brought her on the third floor veranda, overlooking the courtyard where Jennifer the Witch’s statute stood with all her glory. “Diana, uhmm… have you been listening to yourself? You sound… unlike you at all.”

“I feel a lot like myself, actually Akko. And it’s very exciting and thrilling to be sneaking through the corridors, skipping class with you.

Diana’s face was just few inches away from Akko’s, and she started to feel the heat tingling in her cheeks. “W-what? Diana, this is not you!”

Akko withdraws a step away from her. “Diana, did you accidentally drink a potion? Got hexed? What could cause such a thing?”

Diana seemed to enjoy the worries and concerns the Japanese girl makes and gave her a bone crushing hug. “Oh Akko, I greatly admire your passion and your determination; however, as you see there’s nothing wrong with me. I just wanted to get some fun.” As soon as she got that, she took her wand from her sash and pointed it on one of the students below the balcony and casted. “Oruihon Deance!”

The poor girl who just happened to pass by innocently got hit with an object transformation spell as the book she carries suddenly became a monstrous books whose pages tried to devour her. With desperate pleas and screams echoed the area, the girl scampered away, trying to remove the book from her hair and face.

Diana crouched down and started laughing uncontrollably with her mischief.

“Uwahh, Diana you’re scaring me.”

“AKKO!” the girl thought it was her.

“Geh!” Akko crouched down to escape the fury she was about to receive because she got all the blame. She leaned towards Diana’s gleaming eyes to try to persuade her “Diana, tell her it’s you. No one will believe I was innoce—!”

Before she could even finish, Diana’s face turned rosy red as it was inches away from Akko’s. Their breaths brushed against each other’s gaping mouth. For a moment, they stared deep into each other’s eyes. Akko’s cheeks started to burn.

Diana reached out for something in Akko’s face. That’s what she thought at first before Diana’s hand reached behind her neck and got pulled over until their lips smashed into each other completely. Diana tilted her head to deepen the kiss.

Akko squealed then quickly protested by pushing the girl on the shoulders back. “What’s going on Diana?” she yelled. Though the taste still lingered in Akko’s lips, she tried speaking out the rational part of her mind.

Though, Diana merely stared at her in mischievous wonder, her cheeks still tainted with a cute pink hue.

“ARE YOU PRANKING ME?” Akko raged.

“Oh no, my dear Akko.” She reached for Akko’s hand and placed it above her heart. “What I feel is truly genuine.” Diana leaned towards her pinkish ears and whispered. “Meet me tonight at midnight, make sure your teammates are asleep. I’ll wait outside your room.”

“Ehhhh?”

“Promise me, okay?”

Akko involuntarily made a loud gulp. “Yes, D-Diana.”

* * *

Diana’s on her way to her dormitory room after a hard work on night patrol. As soon as her shift’s over, she can’t wait to rest her muscles and drink some tea to relax. She has had trouble sleeping lately, which is why she decided to make most out of her wake state. She would read books and research up advance on her studies in all of her classes and mull things over a nice cup of warm tea until sleep gently comes to her.

When the moon was frail as the edge of a fingernail and the sudden gusts of wind sent shadows from the fairy spirit’s lights scampering along the ground, upon turning on a corridor, she nearly bumped into someone. Once she spotted the familiar short brown ponytail, she sighed in irritation. “Akko! This is the umpteenth time where you currently try to disobey the curfew rules. Might I still ask why is it this time?”

Akko smirked devilishly, it caught Diana off guard. She’s used to a fidgety Japanese girl who looked like a rabbit caught in a trap, but not overconfidently full of herself. Akko’s bright and huge red eyes narrowed into a glare.

“Hi Diana,” she winked her eyes.

“Eh?”

Akko grinned at her, her back straightened in a good posture. Her shoulders back, her neck exposed by her jutting chin.

“Akko,” Diana sighed. “If you’re about to do something crazy again, I’m afraid I must escort you back to your dormitory room. Your teammates might notice you’ve gone and must be worried. After all, you kind of disappeared after free period.”

The girl rolled her eyes. Diana’s eyebrow furrowed as the sight didn’t went by unnoticed.

“Seriously, this girl.”

“Why don’t you just admit it?” Akko drawled. “That beneath that prodigal exterior of yours is the heart of a child who idolizes Shiny Chariot.”

Diana was lost for words as warmth crept up on her cheeks. She ran a hand through her hair before composing herself to retaliate the claim. “I told you, I’m not sure I understand what you’re claiming.” She rose her chin up with a snub. “As if I’m anything like you.”

The shorter girl went over to hug her. It was a full hug Diana wasn’t accustomed to for so long. Akko leaned to her easily. Diana distinguished Akko’s heartbeat, her soft chest against hers, and a soft sweet smelling of the girl’s hair. Intoxicated, she inhaled a lungful of it. For a flitting moment, Diana felt strange in her body. A chill of some sort.

After her shock dissolved, she tried to push the clingy Eastern girl and kept her hands on each of the smaller girl’s shoulder. “You’re acting very odd, Akko.”

“Good evening Diana, it’s really past our bedtime. All I wanted was to see your face before I went to sleep.” Akko winked again before she spun on her heel and turn back to where she came from.

There was something truly wrong. Maybe Akko tried to fly on her broom again and hit her head massively. A bonk in the head could fully change a person’s state of the mind or psychological thinking. With her perfect posture, she strode away determinedly, but Diana decided to follow the girl to make sure she was heading towards her dormitory room.

When she turned to the corridor, the Japanese girl was gone. Surprised, Diana hauled her tired body towards the direction of Akko’s dormitory. It’s one of her duties as someone who was appointed of night patrolling to make sure students out of bed are escorted back to their rooms.

Arriving at the place, she saw Akko’s somewhat nervous silhouette. Akko yelped upon seeing her.

“Diana!” Akko blushed while scratching her nape, she had taken great care to be silent while patiently waiting outside her room at midnight fall, but the drumming of her anxious heart reverberated in my ears. “You really came.”

“Of course I came. I had to make sure you head straight to bed.”

Akko snorted. “You always stuff like that. You’re like a tsundere.”

“I believe I don’t know the term.”

“Oh sorry! It’s Japanese lingo, you know it basically means someone who is cold to a particular person then gradually shows their warmer side.”

Diana huffed in annoyance. “Just go back to bed.”

“Eh?” Akko pouted, disappointedly. Discomfort set like heavy stones in her stomach. “I thought you were going to show me something.”

“What are you talking about? Go to bed. It’s late, I have somewhere I prefer to be.”

“Uhmm okay?” Akko added uncertainly. “Good night Diana.”

“You’ve greeted me twice. Once is already enough, Akko.”

“What? But I—” she said in a sad and embarrassed voice.

“But it just seemed you only wanted me to reply. Go back to bed and get some rest, Akko. We both have 7:30 class tomorrow.”

Diana caught her eyes then. The look in them was hard not to resist. Akko’s lovely face was tight with conflicting emotions. When she started to walk away towards her door. The slump of her bare slender shoulders made Diana’s heart ache with guilt.

“Akko…” Diana called out to her. The shorter girl stopped and turned hesitantly back.

“Yes?” she bit her bottom lip nervously.

Good night.”

Akko’s heart warmed at it, with a smile she said back. “Okay, see you at class.”

dellastreet1933  asked:

Philbis de-aged and has a huge crush on Clint. Clint is confused.

“Mother fucker.”

Fury glared at the holo-screen while the R&D tech continued stammering out excuses.  “Put Romanoff on.  Now.”  He listened as she gave him the sit-rep.  Essentially their newest R&D genius had been tinkering with their newest piece of Asgardian tech and had accidentally activated the device.  Having only Coulson being zapped by it was the perfect way to start the week.

 “So what you are telling me is that Coulson is now seventeen years old and no one there knows how to change him back.”  He felt the vein in his temple throbbing.

 “I’ve been talking with Banner.  He and Stark should be able to figure out what happened using the data and security footage that’s been collected.  Thor is scheduled to be back by the end of the week, so he can assist if they haven’t made any progress.”  Romanoff looked away from the screen, “I told you to sit in that chair and not move.” She waited, staring down whoever was off screen.  “Thank you. As I was saying sir, I can take him back to the tower.  He’ll be secure there with Jarvis monitoring him.  It will be easier to keep him out of trouble there also.”

“Do it.  Let me know if anything changes.”  Fury turned off the screen without waiting for a reply. Romanoff would handle it.

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Goodbye | Park Jimin

Originally posted by vminv


A/N: I am currently reposting my drabbles from my AFF account. Might be spamming for a while…

Genre: Angst (Oneshot)

Summary: In which a girl moved on from a heartbreak with Park Jimin.

Count: 3071 words



“Let’s break up.”

I widened my eyes.

"Why, what’s wrong?” I asked searching for his hand to hold.

Without saying anything, he slipped his hand away from mine and took a step back.
“I’m sorry, but we can’t go on like this,”

My heart clenched. I didn’t understand where this was coming from. It was difficult to decipher his expression as he looked hard at me.
Where did the all smiles Jimin go? The always happy Jimin I fell in love with?

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Ignis x Reader Prompt 37 “Because I love you!”

Note: Happens during the Darkness about like two years into the ten year absence of Noctis. I adore writing for Blind-Ignis like hardcore, just as much as I love writing for self loathing Prompto. (Starting to love writing for hella-awkward Noctis who shoves his giant foot in mouth more often than not.)

Sorry for the UBER LONG delay @h4rvh1 I hope you like it! :D

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- Lestallum -


In the low light of the bathroom of the restaurant that you worked at, all the lights in Lestallum were low light. Due to save electricity in the city by orders of Lady Wren the Missing Prince’s aunt who was guiding the refugees of EOS to safety. You were not impressive by any standards at least that is what you felt, your friend Prompto would constantly tell you that you were the best singer of all of the lands and everything you did was magic. You felt the young man’s kindness to you was too much sometimes he was like a puppy in your eyes, a wiry yellow lab.


At the restaurant in which you worked at you were a lounge room singer your fan base had grown since moving to Lestallum and bringing some joy to the depressed people of the Darkness. You only had a few fans that knew of your career before the Darkness as you had been fairly new to the market at the time. Only been in the industry for two years when Noctis went into the Crystal so your fan base hardly stretched past your home town of Cauthess. Walking out of the bathroom with a heavy sigh there was half a hour before the restaurant opened for the night there walking in the room unfolding a crisp pristine white apron was Ignis Scientia. He was blind but managed his way around Lestallum without much help which was impressive as the walk ways were craggy and impossible to keep a firm footing.


Ignis had been a fan of yours since your very first solo hit ‘Steamy Nights in Cauthess’ he had wanted to see your show in Insomnia but he had to take Prince Noctis to Altissa. So the Prince’s Adviser had never actually seen your face as he had only heard you on the radio of the Regalia. He was thrilled to find out that you have survived the Fall of Insomnia and the trek to Lestallum having traveled with Dave and some other hunters for safety. It brought a lot of hope to his clouded mind and heart to find out that you were working at the same restaurant as he was a cook at. Though the two of you didn’t talk much he did listen to all of your songs while you sang and made sure to cook any food for you by his own hands. He listened to what the customers spoke of you how beautiful you are how graceful, elegant and talented. That stopped him from talking to you – the sheer factor that you were too perfect for him in this sad broken state he was in. How could an advisory with no one to advise to be of any use to anyone? His only one marketable talent of cooking was the only thing he could do and that was nothing impressive in his eyes. His eyes…just useless orbs now the left eye was missing as it was burnt completely from the flames that caused him to loose his eyesight so many years ago. His right eye could sometimes in proper light make out slight shapes and occasion see flicks of color if it was intense enough. Ignis never tried to find out if you were ever in enough light at any given time to see if his right eye could make out at least your basic shape. Because then it would be too torturous for him just to have a faint image of your beautiful self that he would find himself constantly trying to see more of that image. Then he would have to approach you and talk to you…then you would see of how much of a broken man he was.


You had to learn how to the piano since the man that had traveled with you originally to Insomnia to do your mini tour died during the Niflheim Invasion. It had been hard to learn it your voice was your only instrument you knew how to use properly so learning how to use a Steinway piano was a challenge. There was days when your arms and back hurt like hell as using the piano was a lot of work while still singing. It took a year for you to be fully capable of playing the Steinway and sing at the same time and not making any mistakes. Making sure all the keys were in tune and the mysterious dust bunnies that make their way on the top of the beautiful black piano were brushed off onto a napkin. A few strands of your long hair got into your eyes falling from the bun you had put it in. There was always a few strands that fought you getting into your eyes causing you to puff up some air to blow them out of the way as you thought that looked cute doing it that way. Your younger brother had gotten you a few butterfly clips that kept those pesky strands out of the way but they had broken in your trek from Insomnia to Lestallum and you had found nothing like them or anything at all meant to keep hair out of the way.


“Another day another dollar~.” You sung softly under your breath as the owner opened the door turning on the sign alerting patrons they were ready for business.


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After taking your nightly lunch break enjoying a toasted brioche sandwich that Ignis had prepared for you having watch him take the order from the waitress in the manner in which he always did. He would ask for the waitress to tell him your order ignoring any requests he got from regulars or just orders in general to take care of yours. Though he would never bring it out to you like he did for some regulars he would always hand it off to the waitress to bring to you. One time you had gotten bold and went to retrieve it from him and that became awkward quick which made you sad in a way because you had called out to Ignis asking if it was finish that you were famished for his wonderful cooking. He was calling out for the waitress and he caught the smell of your lavender perfume and sweet voice and he dropped the plate food on the floor and he bolted. His excuse was that you had interrupted his personal space and messed up his sense of order to be able to sense his way around the kitchen and was rather gruff with you about it. So you made point to not step near the kitchen again.


You wanted to learn more about Ignis that is why when his friend Prompto came over you started to make friends with the Sunshine Boy to learn more. With each time that Prompto came to visit he would sit as close as he could to you to listen to you sing specially anything about happiness. Prompto would show you pictures of things he took with the flash of his camera bringing you reminders that the world may be dark but still beautiful. You would weasel stories out of him about Ignis and his past with the others, Gladio and Noctis. That is where you learned that Ignis was a lover of the brand Ebony a type of fine coffee, it was getting hard to find. You had used your influence to get some delivered to you via Talcott that you could surprise Ignis with a box of Ebony to apologize for anything wrong you’ve done and to possibly be friends. You do work together it would be nice to get to him better, since you did find him ever so attractive blindness and all. But really how would he find you attractive after he got close enough to you or that wonderful. Your only talent was with singing not like you could hold conversations about politics, cook, fight, dress impeccably and be a pun master like Ignis. The two of you have worked together for two years now the conversations you two held were small and extremely PC all about the flow of business and the heat. The only conversation that you had that was good was when you first met him explaining to him your role in the restaurant. His beautiful face lit up recognizing your name talking about how he fell in love with your song immediately, you had blushed bright red shocked that you had met someone who knew of your original works before the Darkness. Then all the sudden like a switch had turned on you asked him about how he managed to hear about you and he said “Well Prince Noctis was thumbing through channels on the Regalia. . .”


That was it he clammed up like remembering about Prince Noctis was too much for him to handle just yet and walked towards the kitchen. You were floored at how well he managed how to get around the area without much help from the others near him or the use of the cane. His voice was stunning you love listening to him talk to customers when you were in between sets he could speak to them but not to you when ever you got close he would quiet down looking away from you. What was wrong? That was what was went through your mind did he not like that someone who he admired musically so young? Of was your music to much of a reminder of a time that was so much better for him when he could see and when Noctis was around? He would always tell Prompto that he loved certain songs you sung, they were all a mix of them so it wasn’t the subject material. You just couldn’t understand the enigma that was Ignis Scientia.


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Q&A! [Yoosung/Seven/Zen]

A/N: Mystic Messenger (Seven/Yoosung/Zen, lee Zen) -  26. “No. No. Nope. Also no. Absolutely not.” - I’m going away for the weekend but I’m leaving this fic behind here;D Thnx for the prompt, anon! Haven’t written the three of them yet like this. Hope you like it c: 

Summary: Seven and Yoosung are tired of Zen’s vlogging, especially when he again ruins their gaming date with this ‘live Q&A’ he planned for his fans. Luckily, they have their ways of increasing the fun.. for both the fans and for themselves!

Word Count: 2343


“Guys! Thank God you’re both here. I need your help with my new Vlog, my fans want a Q&A, right now, and I can’t do it by myself,” Zen said, dropping his stuff the moment he entered Yoosung’s room and he started to unpack.

“Ehhh. Vlog?” Seven who was sitting at Yoosung’s desk with his own laptop groaned and threw his head back. 

“No way Zen, again? I thought you came here to play LOLOL with us,” Yoosung said, crossing his arms and exchanging glances with Seven, making moody faces at each other. 

“No no, not just a Vlog! Live, this time! Some fans requested a live Q&A broadcast and one thing lead to the other. After recording my Vlog we can play LOLOL. Seven, I need your laptop,” Zen said, grabbing Seven’s laptop and taking it away from him,

“Hey!” Seven whined when Zen carelessly opened up a new tab and logged himself in. 

“Here, help me with how to record for live streaming, I don’t know how it works,” Zen said quickly, giving Seven his laptop back, and Seven laughed in disbelief.

Both he and Yoosung muttered silent curses at the popular actor, not really happy with the sudden turn of events (which was not the first time either), but Yoosung noticed Seven neverthless did as Zen asked. Sometimes the spoiled side of Zen really could take it too far.

“Yeah I’m sorry okay? I’ll make it up to you. My fans are waiting now,” Zen said in a hurry, probably feeling their judging eyes on him, and he jumped in front of the mirror and fixed his hair.

“And what will I do?” Yoosung asked, visibly annoyed and standing there like a good-for-nothing. 

“Everyone will be sending me questions on my Twitter account, here,” Zen handed his mobile phone to Yoosung and showed his live Q&A announcement post. 

“Pick out the best questions for me, write them on a note and hand them to me, ‘kay?” Zen said, hurrying back towards the mirror, quite oblivious of the smirk that grew on Yoosung’s face.

“I don’t want to read from my phone while on cam all the time. Just write down the username and the question. Seven is the laptop ready?” Zen continued.

Ooohh,” Yoosung said, suddenly aware of the power that was in his hands. 

“Don’t do it Yoosung,” Seven whispered playfully at the sneaky teen, and Yoosung gaped at Seven in overdramatic shock.

“Why can’t I be the prankster for once?” Yoosung whispered back.

“Alright, everybody ready?” Zen turned around and sat in the chair in front of the laptop. 

“Ah yes that’s the beautiful me. So once I press record, I will be live?” Zen asked Seven, making poses in front of the webcam that made Yoosung make fake gagging moves.

“Yes. Yoosung, are the first questions in?” Seven asked, and Yoosung quickly checked and took the notes to write on.

“They are,” he said, reading the first things fans were wondering about their beloved star Zen. ‘What is your favorite color?’ ‘What is your ultimate date of your dreams?’ ‘What kind of girls do you like?’ Ugh, booooring. Smirking, Yoosung scribbled the first few questions, adjusted them a tiny bit to his liking and handed the notes to Zen. 

“Yesh, first questions. Let’s roll! Seven move out of sight!” Seven made a jump in hurry so he was outside the cam range, and Zen began to record his horrible Q&A vlog.

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anonymous asked:

hiiii! i'm a relatively new fan of shinhwa and even if I've watched Shinhwa Broadcast, I'm still wondering about eric's style as a leader? can you tell me stories about how he is as a leader? as well as his relationships with the members? thank you! shinhwa 화이팅!!!!


  Hi~! Welcome to Shinhwa Changjo Orange world :D

Eric’s style in leadership can be summarized by Nelson Mandela’s quote:
It is better to lead from behind and to put others in front, especially when you celebrate victory when nice things occur. You take the front line when there is danger. Then people will appreciate your leadership.

Eric is the best leader we could ever ask for! A loyal, reliable, trustworthy, a man of his words.
He has always been supporting Shinhwa from the back since debut. Never been bossy. He always stays away from the limelight, happily giving it to the members. You’ll find him standing quietly in the interviews. So humble & quiet to the extend that many people are still not aware that Eric is the leader of Shinhwa. This is because he is a man with few words and does not stand on the front of the group. His true features of taking care of his people shone brightly as him working behind the scenes.
“Eric isn’t a leader for nothing. His role as the eldest isn’t easy. Instead of standing in front, he has the kind of leadership where he takes care of things by the side. That is what made Shinhwa now” . -Minwoo

Eric is a leader that thinks of Shinhwa before himself. When he earned a large sum of money in commercials, he split up his pay and supported other members who had financial difficulties. When he was dominating CFs, he called the members to his house and gave them bonus money. He’s also filmed CFs originally meant for himself but he got the company to include the rest of the Shinhwa members. During their China gag concert,  there was a whole segment assigned to have Eric as the only guest, but he refused & told the production team that if it wasn’t a SHINHWA segment, he wouldn’t attend. So, Shinhwa as OT6 was casted instead.
When Minwoo had financial difficulty, Eric gathered money from the members to help him out of troubles & gave that sum of money as the members’ birthday present to Minwoo.

Before pursuing any solo activity for himself, Eric will first get the opinions & the agreement of the members. Like what happened with his most recent drama “Discovery Of Love”. And such an attitude of his sets an example of what made it possible for ‘Shinhwa’ to promote separately and together.


A Leader who thinks of “us” before “me” while having solo activities.


When Shinhwa’s contract with SM Entertainment expired, Eric refused to sign a solo contract with a company that offered him a FORTUNE and decided to take the same path with Shinhwa members. He turned down that offer IMMEDIATELY, while others would think about that offer for a month.


“Eric rejected very high solo contract offers to ensure that the group stayed intact.“ To this Eric replied, “My choice wasn’t a sacrifice, it was the best decision I’ve made in my life.”
 Couldn’t he be any more loyal & humble?!!


in 2003, following their contract expiration wz SM, SM wanted to sign wz only some members as solo artists, but Shinhwa & Eric refused & insisted on continuing as a group. Eric took the lead & negotiated wz other agencies alone to choose the best contract for Shinhwa (note that he was only 24 years old back then!). But moving to a new agency needed Shinhwa to gain the rights to their name “Shinhwa”. Eric really went through hell during that period, forking out his own funds to buy Shinhwa out. He even studied law after the contract expiration in order to find a way to continue being active under the same name & went to court against SM. In 2015 Shinhwa finally gained full rights to their name, & the members expressed their gratitude & thanks to Eric as he was the one who struggled the most during the progress.


  In 2004,  A journalist once wrote an article heavily criticizing Shinhwa & blatantly used personal attacks on the Shinhwa members implying that they are failed musicians who try too hard with solo activities. Otherwise laid back, Eric, as the leader, was unable to sit still and made a powerful reply to the reporter on his website, asking for a more meaningful review. That reply of Eric found its way to the official school books in Korea, marking him as the 1st & only artist to have such feat.


Eric & the members :). He is like the big brother to the other members, yet the youngest of them when it comes to playing pranks & joking with his members :). A caring, thoughtful, & dependable big brother whom the members always show their love & gratitude to. 


He always helps his members in their solo careers. Showing ultimate support & encouragement to them & happily agrees to feature in their albums. & always expressing how proud he is as his members doing great in their solos. While staying at home, he keeps on monitoring their performances & giving them very useful feedback & advises. Like what he did recently with Junjin, Wan, Syung.


& what does he gain in return for his massive help & as feat. fees? Pizza or sunglasses :D


  Eric is truly the man of his words. In 2008: “Shinhwa will come back, please wait for us”. in 2012, Shinhwa came back, thanks to Leader Eric who gathered the members again & solved any misunderstandings between the members, in order to keep their promise to the fans.


  Even during games, he keeps his promises.


Not to mention him seizing every chance during his solo activities to mention Shinhwa & the other members, and promote their solo activities as much as he can.


& Just recently, Leader Eric defended Shinhwa’s signature color Orange, which some other group tries to use as their fandom color. Eric made a decent tweet asking other artists to please refrain from using Orange. Then he showed up at Junjin’s fansign event, as a Bodyguard while Jinnie wore Orange. It was like he was conveying to others & to us that “don’t worry, I’m your bodyguard. I’ll protect you with all my might, heart & soul.”, like what he said. Such smart & dependable Leader!


Eric gives an example of no matter how famous you are, you should be always humble & down to earth. Leader Eric always bows 90 degrees to fans & other artists, even to rookies.


He’s indeed the Leader who lives up to his position the best.


Who lives for Shinhwa


Sorry for it being a long reply, but I even tried to make it as short as possible & didn’t even include everything :D. Talking about Leader Eric needs pages :D. & those underlined are links for more details :)

Day 16: Canon Disability



The beginning of a fic I’ll likely never finish.

The travelers landed roughly, as they often did. Mokona’s magic dissipated around them, and the air of the new world filled their lungs for the first time. It was chilly, but not cold, with the tang of a civilization before toilets floating on the air.

Syaoran had thumped to the ground on his stomach, grinding stoney dirt into his clothes, and scraping his palms a little, but he didn’t mind. He pushed himself to his hands and knees, and flipped his traveling cloak back from where it had fluttered over his head, sending a crackle of static electricity through his hair. He absently flattened it as he stood and looked around.

They had landed on a hilltop, it seemed, giving him a view of the entire area. The sun was bright in an almost purple sky, and the forest was full of plants that were vaguely recognizable, but different enough from anything he’d seen before. Down below there was a sprawling town, with old buildings in the center, spreading out to newer structures. The architecture was amazing, and Syaoran could tell that this place would be the hub of history, given the statues visible from here, and the ornate buildings too big to live in. Perhaps in a library or museum, there would be information about how to get the clones back? Maybe he’d find some kind of lead?

Behind him, he heard the others moving. Fai whistled appreciatively at the view.

“Hyuu! The city looks so pretty, don’t you think, Kuro-tan? Kuro-tan!”

His voice abruptly jumped in alarm, and Syaoran turned away from the sight to see Kurogane -face a pasty chalk color- sinking to the ground, gripping his left shoulder like he was afraid it would fall off. Fai had landed a ways away from him, turning like Syaoran had done to see the view, and so had to leap to catch the other man before he fell completely.

“Kurogane!” Mokona, who’d been on the other side of Fai, yelled out in panic as Fai caught him.

“What happened?” Syaoran said, running over. Mokona was bouncing on the ground near Kurogane’s feet, anxiety on her face, and as Syaoran ran closer, she leaped to hug his ankle.

Fai supported Kurogane, who was half bent over with Fai’s arm across his chest, with his face screwed up in obvious agony. Fai’s face was worried, as he answered Syaoran’s question.

“The landing was too much for his arm, I think.”

Kurogane had landed as roughly as the rest of them, but ever since the fight in Clow Country a few weeks ago, Kurogane had been in increasing amounts of pain from the artificial limb he’d gotten to replace his real one. He’d been hiding it, because he was Kurogane, but Syaoran knew that Fai was watching him, and they’d all noticed that the normally taciturn ninja would go completely silent, face tense, and he never moved the arm if he could help it.

Nowhere in the past few weeks that they’d landed had had the technology needed to do anything or even advanced pain medication, and it looked like this place would be no different.

Mokona wailed, hugging his leg tighter.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt Kurogane!”

Fai gave Mokona a small smile.

“Oh, little one. It’s not your fault.”

Syaoran scooped up the little thing, and cradled her to his chest. Kurogane hadn’t spoken or moved, panting and trying to get a hold of himself. Fai kept his arms around him, keeping him upright, but it was clear he was as distressed about this as Mokona. He clenched his jaw, and spoke, eyes glinting.

“Enough is enough. We can’t just keep hoping we’ll land in Piffle. You need that fixed, Kuro-stubborn.”

Kurogane gulped a breath, and unclasped his right hand from his shoulder, to grab Fai’s forearm across his chest. He turned to meet Fai’s eyes, but he still couldn’t manage more than a weak glare. Fai got the message though.

“When I said it would take it out of me, I didn’t mean I couldn’t do it in an emergency! I’ll manage, and Mokona will help. You’ve been in so much pain. We are getting you to Piffle, Kuro-pi, there’s no arguing!” Fai was snapping, ponytail flying with emphasis and Kurogane relented, even a small quirk coming onto his lips.

“Fine…” He whispered, and Fai sighed in relief.

Syaoran clutched Mokona, resisting the urge to glance back to the city and show the emotions that were tightening his chest. They hadn’t even seen this world, but they were leaving for another? Who could guess if they ever came back here again? What if this place had the answers? Time could be running out. Sick anxiety pushed him to move, to learn and search, and this was a step backward. Nothing on Piffle would help him.

But he was being selfish. Piffle would help, would save Kurogane. And though, he mostly knew the man through the eyes of his clone…he cared. He wouldn’t argue, not when Fai was tense with worry, Kurogane was still breathing hard with pain, and Mokona shivered in his arms. He pushed down the thoughts, and let Mokona go.

“I’ll help Fai,” Mokona said, hopping out of his arms, and standing on the ground in the middle of them. She put a little paw softly on Kurogane’s boot. “I hope you get better, Kurogane.”

“Thanks, bun.” Kurogane said, short of breath, still leaning on Fai. Fai and Mokona then nodded to each other, and began, Fai with his free hand, fingers raised, and Mokona spread her wings. Syaoran snuck one last glance at the city, and then closed his eyes.

This time the interdimensional travel was worse than usual. Mokona’s swirly magic combined with Fai’s runes, to make a dizzying swirl of colors. The roar filled his ears, and it seemed to take forever: there was a sense of searching, and Syaoran imagined Fai picking through countless worlds to find Piffle.

They landed. Hard. Kurogane choked and it was worse than a scream.

He’d been knocked out of Fai’s grasp at the impact, curled loosely on the ground, gripping his shoulder again, face white, teeth bared, not breathing-

Fai too, face gone pale with the magical effort, fell to the ground. On his knees, he put a hand on Kurogane’s face.

“I’m sorry, sorry… just breathe, Kuro-sama,” He gasped, short of breath himself. He stroked the ninja’s cheek in a way that Syaoran rarely saw in normal circumstances. “Breathe… we made it.”

Syaoran hadn’t fallen, but he still blinked a few times at the change, twice in one day. Fai was correct. Around them were the bulbous buildings and strangely shaped skyscrapers of Piffle world, and above them was the Piffle Princess Company Tower, and alarms were already being called at the appearance of the travelers. They’d made it.

The kind of arrival they’d made was unique, and it was clear that after the initial shock had passed, the people who surrounded them knew who they were, and who they were coming to see. Emergency workers moved in with stretchers for all three of them, though Syaoran was still standing, and gently waved them away from him, and towards the two older men.

Fai at least was doing better, by the time that Tomoyo got there, still white-faced, but sitting upright on the hovering stretcher, and watching worriedly as the workers attempted to make Kurogane more comfortable. They mostly hid the man from view as they worked. Syaoran stood near him, with a shivering Mokona in his arms, while Tomoyo hurried over to Kurogane’s side, her small face pinched in concern and clothes only the barest bit rumpled.

“Tomoyo-chan,” Fai said, in greeting. His voice was breathless, rough with tiredness, but he still tried to smile at her.

Tomoyo did smile back, reaching out a small hand to clasp his. Her smile faded to a pained frown.

“Oh, Fai-san, I’m so sorry! This is our technology that did this to him.”

Fai shook his head, wincing from what was perhaps a headache.

“He didn’t rest properly. It wasn’t your fault, my dear.”

Syaoran bit his lip, and looked back over at Kurogane, as the workers cleared away slightly. He was still a yellow-white, with his face pinched in pain, brows furrowed, but he was unconscious now, breathing more steadily. The arm was stabilized, wrapped in a cushioning splint to prevent any movement from the neck to fingertips.

“This is all we can do on the road,” said one of the emergency workers, and Tomoyo nodded.

“Bring him to my private hospital wing,” she ordered.

The stretcher moved off, and after Fai was persuaded to lie down again, his followed. Syaoran held onto Mokona as the rest of his group vanished from sight, along with most of the crowd of emergency works and attendants of Tomoyo’s. Tomoyo remained, watching them go before turning towards Syaoran, and smiling.

“It’s good to see you Syaoran-kun, Mokona-chan.” she said, looking tired but kind as always.

Syaoran was tired too, and worry and frustration were coiling in his gut. He pushed it all down to smile back at her in greeting.

“You too, Tomoyo-san. Thank you for helping.”

Mokona stirred from her worried ball, and looked at Tomoyo before bouncing into her arms.

“Are Kurogane and Fai going to be alright?” she asked Tomoyo, and Tomoyo petted her head before responding.

“I’m sure of it.”

Scrooge Howell

Summary: Dan Howell absolutely hates Christmas. Although maybe he should’ve warned his new roommate before Christmas came, as now he was in the metaphorical equivalent to Christmas Bootcamp.

Word Count: 3.3k

Contains: Christmas

My other chirstmas oneshots:

-malevolent mistletoes: enemies to lovers drabble

-mistletoe miracles: christmas smut

-christmas can’t be cancelled: also christmas smut

-snowdin: not really christmas but totally cold be

-fireplace cuddles: same as snowdin

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RU\EN

Harley-Davidson FatBoy (FLSTF) 2007 “The Smoked” или Копчёный

Концепция этого мотоцикла менялась столько раз, что уже даже трудно будет вспомнить. Началось все с того, что у друга случилась неприятная история с мотоциклом и нам нужен был легальный донор. С момента покупки мотоцикла на аукционе Copart до фактического его получения на руки прошло месяцев 8, нам было очень тяжело признать через суд «это» транспортным средством.  

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Welcome Aboard


“So you’re Beruka, aren’t you? Lady Camilla’s new retainer?”

“… Yes.” Beruka did not look up from polishing her axe.

Selena scoffed. “I don’t get it. You try to kill Lady Camilla, and she just hires you. Just like that!”

Beruka already did not care for this noisy girl. “That is what happened, yes.”

“I had to work my butt off fighting all those tough knights to prove myself. How tough are you, anyway?”

“If you’d recall, I successfully infiltrated the castle and nearly executed Princess Camilla.”

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anonymous asked:

first off congrats for 1000! You deserve it! and also here's a headcanon: little!fuck toy!dan and daddy!businessman!phil at phils work and phils all stressed about work an wanted some relief. He gets really mean towards dan and fucks him. Dan cries during it and feels just pain, but he muffles his cries and such because he wants his daddy to feel good. then after phil sees dan didnt cum and then sees his face and tries to make him feel better? (phil says actual hurtful things to dan before it)

Thank you xx ily!!

I just wrote one like this a couple of days ago here, so I’m just going to go through and change some stuff and rewrite the ending, I hope that’s okay!

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-It’s only ten a.m., and Phil is already tired with his job, and needs some stress relief. “Baby,” he sighs, glancing over to where Dan is sitting on a couch in his office, coloring in a coloring book, wearing nothing but one of Phil’s old sweatshirts and a pair of white thigh highs.

-”Yes, daddy?” Dan asks, looking up.

-”C’mere, I need to relax.” Nodding, Dan stands up and goes over to Phil climbing into his lap, rolling his hips for a moment, before Phil grabs his waist in a bruising grip. “Did I say you could touch me?”

-Dan bows his head. “’M sorry.”

-”You should be,” Phil says, and stands up, forcing Dan to as well, and pushes him back into one of the walls on the office. “You’re only here for my pleasure, because you’re my little fucktoy, yes?”

-”Yes, daddy.”

-”And what does that mean, baby?”

-”Means you own my body.”

-”Exactly,” Phil says, and bites Dan’s neck, just hard enough to send a flare of pain through Dan’s body. One hand reaches beneath Dan’s sweatshirt and presses on the flared base of the plug inside Dan, making him mewl prettily and clench his fists tightly to avoid disobeying Phil and touching him. Phil starts working the plug shallowly in and out of Dan, earning loud moans. “Quiet,” he orders, pulling out the plug and setting it aside, before pushing Dan to his knees and undoing the button of his slacks. “Get me nice and wet, baby. No hands, or I’ll punish you.” Obediently, Dan pulls down the zipper of Phil’s pants with his teeth, and manages to bring down them and his boxers as well. Dan looks up at Phil as he takes Phil’s hard cock into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and relaxing his throat to deep throat him, and get him slick enough to fuck Dan comfortably.

-”That’s enough,” Phil snaps, and pulls Dan off of him by his hair, raising an eyebrow at Dan’s whimper. “You’re such a slut for my cock, aren’t you?”

-Dan bites his swollen bottom lip as Phil yanks him upright and picks Dan up, positioning him above his length. Slowly, Phil pulls Dan closer until his hips are flush with Dan’s bum, and Dan wraps his legs around Phil’s waist. Almost immediately, Phil begins thrusting in and out of Dan’s hole, groaning as he fucks Dan.

-”Just my cum dump, isn’t that right?” He growls. “You’re only useful for my pleasure.”

-”Y-yes,” sniffles Dan. Usually Phil praises him, he never says things like this. Whenever Phil needs him, he always tells Dan how pretty he is, how good he’s being. “Daddy, can I come?” He asks, hoping to make Phil compliment him for how good he looks when he comes. Right now, there’s nothing but pain from not being stretched enough, none of the pleasure it usually gives. Dan wants to safe-word, and make it stop, but he just wants Phil to feel good. He wants to be a good boy.

-Phil bites Dan’s collarbone. “Hold it,” he demands.

-”Daddy, can’t, please, I-”

-”Hold it, slut,” Phil says, slamming Dan into the wall so that he can use one of the hands he’s been supporting Dan with to grab his hair and pull it hard, exposing Dan’s pale neck for him to mark up by biting and sucking. He moans, deep and sensual, as he comes, buried deep inside of Dan.

-”Let me come, daddy, please, please,” Dan begs as Phil pulls out and sets him down. “I want to be good, I’m sorry daddy,” he cries, breaking down and burying his face in his hands. “What- what did I do wrong? Why are you so angry at me? Do you not love me anymore?”

-Phil’s eyes widen and he sits down on the carpet, bringing Dan with him. “Baby, you haven’t done anything wrong, I’m not angry with you. I love you so, so, much, why are you upset?”

-”You c-called me a slut a-and a whore and a c-cum dump. I j-just want to b-be good for y-you Daddy, what d-did I do wrong?”

-Pulling Dan closer, Phil shuts his eyes. “I’m so sorry, baby, you haven’t done anything wrong. I didn’t mean any of those things, and I shouldn’t have said them.”

-”P-promise?” Dan mumbles, burying his face in Phil’s chest. 

-”I promise, baby. Do you want me to help you cum? Do you need space? Tell me how to make you feel better, sweetheart.”

-Instead of answering, Dan shifts in Phil’s lap so that he’s straddling one of Phil’s legs, hands clutching Phil’s button-up and pushing his face into the crook of Phil’s neck. He starts rocking back and forth against Phil’s thigh, whimpering from the stimulation and chasing release.

-”I love you so much baby. You mean so much to me, and you’re so special. Such a good boy, all the time, and you’re gorgeous. Going to look so good when you come for me,” Phil encourages, playing with Dan’s curly hair.

-A quiet moan is all the warning Phil gets before he feels Dan coming warm and wet. He doesn’t have it in him to be upset that his slacks are stained. Smiling warmly, he picks up a sleepy Dan and sets him back on the couch, covering him with a blanket and popping his binkie into his mouth. He can always call his secretary and have more clothes brought to his office, because Dan is top priority.

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