i wonder if he drew it himself

anonymous asked:

You drew all these cute tummies and I'm crying I love them all, imagine them trying to find designs on Keith and being like "...??? What??? You don't have any what do you mean??? I'm???" Lance or Pidge would probably draw a design on Keith's tum in his sleep tbh or I could see hunk doing it because he's wonderful and didn't want Keith to feel left out and gave him a cute design somewhere

THIS IS MAD CUTE

he does smile softly to himself for a moment that morning

Box of Puppies

Prompt:  ooh ooh, maybe prinxiety where roman discovers that virgil is scared of dogs? like virgil KNOWS that this tiny little puppy isn’t going to hurt him but all he can think about still are it’s claws and fangs and what about allergies or ticks or- and roman calms him down and helps him? - anon

Pairing: Prinxiety (can be platonic or romantic)

Notes: Anon, I took a slightly different approach to the why of Virgil’s fear, but I hope you enjoy anyway :) 
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He was expecting the disagreement. That was sort of Anxiety’s thing: Roman would make a (fabulous) suggestion, Logic would make sure it was realistically feasible, Patton would praise him and start fluffing things up with cutesy additions of his own–and Virgil would come in and rain on everyone’s parade by pointing out all the flaws. That was the standard. It was how they worked

But when Roman suggested they make a video of each of them reacting to a box of puppies (what? it was a thing!), Anxiety hadn’t rolled his eyes or called them all saps or complained the whole idea was cliche. Instead, his eyes had widened a little, and there had been a subtle increase in the pallor of his skin. He’d cleared his throat awkwardly and mumbled something about ‘fine, whatever,’ and then he’d disappeared, sinking out of Thomas’s apartment before anyone could react. 

Roman blinked, then looked at the others, finding that the expressions on their faces mirrored the confusion he felt. 

“What on earth was that all about?” Thomas asked. 

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BTS Reaction: You getting close to another member

Anoymous said: hey I love your blog I was wondering if you can so a Bts reaction to you being close to another Bts member


Kim Namjoon:

Namjoon didn’t really have a problem with you being friends with the rest of the members, but when he saw you hanging out with Yoongi, it made him really jealous. He didn’t want to admit to himself that he was jealous, and you had no clue. He drew the line when you were at the dorms and he saw you sitting on the couch, lauging and talking with Yoongi. Namjoon brought you into his room to get some privacy. “You like making me jealous, don’t you?” “What are you talking about?” “I don’t want you hanging out with Yoongi so much. Conversation over.”

Originally posted by yoonseok

Seokjin:

You were younger than Jin, so he understood why you hung out with the maknae line a lot. He had no problem with it at first, but after a few weeks, he could feel himself starting to get jealous, especially when you hung out with Jungkook.  He wouldn’t just confront you about it, he would wait until he could bring it up in a conversation. “Y/n, do you want to go get food with me?” He asked. “I can’t, I already promised Jungkook that I was going to spend the day with him.” “Why have you been spending so much time with Jungkook? Do you like him? Do you want to date him? Is it because he’s younger than me?” Jin would have so many doubts, but you would assure him that none of that was true. That didn’t help the fact that he still got jealous from time to time.

Originally posted by rapdaegu

Min Yoongi:

When Yoongi was jealous, you probably wouldn’t know about it. He was good at hiding his feelings. He would see you hanging out with Jimin a lot, and he got jealous. You wouldn’t know that he was jealous until you two got in an argument about something and he brings up the topic randomly. “You think I don’t see you always hanging out with Jimin? Are you messing with him behind my back or something?” He would ask you. “Yoongi, you know I would never do that. Jimin is just my friend.” Yoongi wouldn’t believe you until you and Jimin both proved to him that there was nothing going on. Even after that, you were still mad at Yoongi for getting so jeallous. “I’m sorry, y/n. I don’t say sorry a lot, so you have to forgive me. Please?” He pleads. “No.” You answer. “I’ll buy you your favorite ice cream.” “Deal.”

Originally posted by imonaworldtour

Jung Hoseok:

Hoseok isn’t really the jealous type. He has a lot of friends who are also your friends, so he wouldn’t be jealous when you start to hang out with the guys. But, when he saw that you were hanging out with Namjoon more than the rest of the members, it made him upset. He wouldn’t just go directly to you and tell you that he’s jealous. He would wait until you two were alone and in a playful mood. Then he would say, “I see you’re hanging out with Namjoon a lot. Are you two secretly dating or something?” And you wouldn’t know if he was joking or genuinely asking you that question. “Hobi, I-” “ Do you like him? Is that why you hang out with him so much? Do you want to dump me?” He would worry so much, but you would assure him that he’s the only guy you ever want and that Namjoon is just a friend.

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Park Jimin:

When Jimin got jealous about you hanging out with Taehyung, he blamed himself. He believed that since he introduced you to Taehyung, whatever happens is his fault. He wouldn’t confront you about it. You wouldn’t even know that he was jealous until one day when taehyung told you that he couldn’t hang out with you. “Why not?” You asked Tae. “Well, Jimin says I can’t hang out with you so much anymore.” After he said that, you realized that Jimin was jealous. You were the one to confront Jimin, assuring him that he had nothing to worry about. “I only want you, Jimin. You know that.” After you told him that, he would probably blush and smile, apologizing for being so jealous.

Originally posted by nnochu

Kim Taehyung:

Taehyung was like Hoseok in some ways, too bad Hoseok was the one who kept hanging out with you and the one who was causing Tae to be jealous. He was quiet about it, most of the times. But sometimes if you were hanging with Hoseok, Taeyhyung would whine and pout. “Y/nnn, stop hanging out with Hoseok and hang out with me. I’m your boyfriend.”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Jeon Jungkook:

Oh boy. Jungkook was already jealous enough. Even when all you did was talk to one of your guy friends, he would get upset. It got worse when he saw you hanging out with his friends. Specifically Jin. Jin is a sweetheart. He’s funny, kind and more. That’s why he’s a good friend of yours. But Jungkook thought that he was more than just a friend to you. “Why y/n? Why my hyung? Is it because he’s older than me? Do you like him more than me?” Jungkook would have so many things to ask you. This boy would be so jealous. You would assure him that there was nothing to worry about, and he would agree with you, but deep down, he’d always be somewhat jealous of you hanging out with a guy that isn’t him.

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

up in the air - part 3

read part one / part two here!

pairing: tom holland x reader, featuring harrison osterfield

requested?: no

word count: 2251

summary: tom’s travelling back home to london with harrison, and he just so happens to be on the same flight as you. sometimes, you find love when you’re least expecting it.

author’s note: this is sorta turning into a very long story, oops…

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by the time the rest of the economy class passengers were shuffling along the plane aisle finding their seats, you were already sitting by the window in your row with your seat belt fastened and your suitcase stowed safely in the overhead bin. you’d spent the last twenty minutes pretending not to care about tom being in first class for the whole flight but you were at least happy to have company from harrison, even if there was a seat dividing the two of you.

you poked your head up, craning your neck to see if he was in the queue of people waiting to get down the aisle. instead, you saw a familiar brown-haired boy in a navy shirt, politely squeezing around a middle-aged woman and making his way towards row 25. you ducked immediately and pushed yourself down into the chair. what was tom doing here?

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safe now || min yoongi

Min Yoongi x reader

Summary: You almost get attacked on your way home, and luckily Yoongi is there to help you through the panic, paranoia, and fear that comes afterwards. He always will be.

Genre: angst/fluff/comfort

Words: 2198

warning - panic attacks, catcalling/street harassment (?)

sorry :(((((

Originally posted by syubangel


I sat with my head in my hands on the sofa, my eyes closed and my breathing erratic, as I desperately tried to get what had just happened out of my head.

I had been pestered by some people on the way home, a group of men and a few women shouting derogatory things at me. They stopped me from walking and when I tried to walk away they wouldn’t let me. I stood in the middle of their circle, my head spinning as they threw words at me and grabbed parts of my body, and all I was trying to do was walk home. 

When I eventually broke free of them and hurriedly walked away I was shaking, but it wasn’t until I got home and put down my bags that I really thought about what had just happened. I could feel their hands on me, and every word they said echoed in my head as I shakily sat down and bit my lip. I took deep breaths to try and calm myself down, but I could feel tears building in my eyes.

I heard someone unlocking the front door and I panicked, trying to compose myself as I realised that my boyfriend, Yoongi, was home. He walked in with headphones on, and carrying several bags. He had put them down and was taking off his headphones when he finally saw me, sitting in the partially dark room.

“Ah- you scared me.” He started, before he looked at my face properly, knowing immediately that there was something wrong. He frowned quickly as I tried to smile at him, not trusting my voice to speak, but it was watery and unconvincing.

“Y/N?” His voice was suddenly very soft as he came over slowly and sat next to me on the sofa, trying to get a better look at my face. His hand came to touch my cheek as he looked at me concerned, “Y/N, what’s wrong?” I couldn’t stop the tears that fell from my eyes as I began to cry, remembering what those people had said to me.

I turned my head away from him, and he tried to touch me, but suddenly his hands were their hands and I didn’t want them anywhere near me. I jerked away from him and he held his hands up in defence, his eyebrows furrowed. “Woah, woah, it’s just me.”

I took a deep breath as I realised that it was just Yoongi, and he wasn’t going to hurt me. Tears continued to slip down my cheeks and this time I didn’t stop him when he slowly moved towards me and put an arm around me. Once he had me, he held me tight. He pushed my head into the crook of his neck, and I instinctively leant into him as he kept one arm tightly around my body and the other on the back of my head.

“Hey, shh, it’s okay. You’re fine.” He murmured, trying desperately to calm me down. I continued to cry, hating how weak I was being, but not being able to forget the hands touching me and the words hitting me from all sides. They had kept touching my hair and my arms and nauseatingly given me what were meant to be compliments, but they sounded more like insults. My breaths quickened as I remembered how trapped I had felt, surrounded by strangers that wouldn’t leave me alone. I was powerless and pathetic, and I hated it.

“Y/N, please calm down, please stop crying.” Yoongi whispered, worried and confused, and he squeezed me tighter, brushing his lips on the top of my head as he spoke. I tried to take deep breaths but the tears kept coming and I wound myself up, almost hyperventilating.

“Hey, breathe, baby, breathe.” He said a bit louder, noticing my laboured breaths. He pulled back from me and put his hands on either side of my face. I tried to turn my head away again but he held me firmly. I couldn’t breathe.

“No no no, look at me.” He stroked my cheeks as his eyes studied my face, concern and pain evident in his expression. “Breathe with me, okay?” He asked and I nodded, choking on air. He took deep breaths in and out slowly, softly rubbing my cheeks with his thumbs and keeping his eyes locked on mine. I tried to match my breathing with his and felt oxygen begin to fill my lungs a bit as I took shaky breaths. He gave me a small, worried smile.

“There you go, that’s it. Keep breathing.” He said quietly, nodding as he still took slow breaths in and out. After a minute, I felt my breathing even out and brought my hands up to cover his that were still holding my face. I closed my eyes, relishing in the feeling of being able to breathe again, and his hands moved from my cheeks to my lap, taking my hands in his larger ones.

“Y/N, what happened?” He asked quietly, and I opened my eyes to look into his concerned ones. I shook my head, realising how stupid it was. They had barely touched me, and here I was acting as if I’d nearly been killed. He would think I was pathetic.

“It was nothing.” I said, my voice still hoarse and weak, knowing it sounded ridiculous after the state I had just been in. He gave me an incredulous look, letting out a breathless and frustrated laugh.

“Yeah, like I’m going to believe that. Seriously, Y/N?” He asked disbelievingly. I sighed, he knew me too well to believe any lies I could tell him.

“I’m sorry, it’s just…” I struggled, looking away from him. “You won’t think it’s a big deal.” I tried to take back my hands from him but he held them tight. He shook his head.

“Don’t do that Y/N. Don’t do that thing where you don’t tell me things because you think you’re weak, or that they aren’t important.” He looked me firmly in the eye. “If it’s enough to make you that upset, then it is important. You are important Y/N, and it doesn’t matter how big or small of a problem it is, you tell me, okay?” I felt my throat close up again at his words. He was looking at me with such determination and strength, and I couldn’t help but feel as though I didn’t deserve this amount of care, this amount of love. I nodded.

“Okay.” I said hoarsely, and took a deep breath as he waited for me to continue. “I was walking home and these people… they…”

“Did they hurt you?” He asked immediately, suddenly alert. I shook my head but it didn’t seem to relax him at all.

“Not really, they just… shouted at me.” A few tears slipped out of my eyes as I remembered. “Stuff they wanted to do to me.” I saw his jaw clench and his grip on my hand tightened at my words. “There were loads of them Yoongi, and they wouldn’t let me leave.” I began to cry again, this time softly and quietly, and I was immediately brought into him again. He held me so tightly that I began to wonder if he was okay as I managed to calm myself down again.

“Where was this?” He asked, still gripping my body against him, his voice steady but angry. I shook my head.

“I’m not telling you.” He pulled back to look at me, and I was alarmed at the amount of fury in his eyes.

“Y/N, they harassed you.” He said, outraged. “I can’t just let them walk away.”

“Yes, you can.” I said firmly, knowing his anger got the best of him sometimes. “I’m fine now,” He gave me a look. “…and you’ll only cause more trouble going over there.” I finished, taking his hand.

“But…” He looked less angry and more desperate now. “they hurt you.” He almost whispered, and I gave him a sad smile.

“I don’t want you getting hurt.” I squeezed his hand. He looked at my face for a while, and I could see how badly he wanted to do something, but as much as he was angry, I could also tell he knew I was right. Going after them would only provoke them further. He sighed and nodded, giving in. He sat back on the sofa and opened his arms.

“Just come here then.” I gladly obliged, curling into his side and letting him wrap his arms around me once more. He pressed his lips to the top of my head.

“If I can’t go after them, I can sure as hell hug the hell out of you.” He said angrily, squeezing me tight and I laughed weakly, still feeling watery-eyed as I pressed my face into his side.

“I’m not against that.”

We sat quietly for a while as I finally calmed down, feeling safe with him next to me. He gently drew shapes on my bare arm and told me about his day, and I could tell he was trying to calm himself down, too.

When we finally stood up to head to bed, I glanced at the door nervously, wondering if they knew where I lived. It wasn’t too far from here, and they easily could have followed me.

“Y/N.”

I turned to see Yoongi standing at the bottom of the stairs, looking at me worriedly. He seemed to understand my train of thought.

“No one’s getting in. I promise.” He said reassuringly, holding out his hand. I spared one glance back at the door before nodding and taking his hand, letting him lead me upstairs.

We didn’t talk anymore about it but I couldn’t shake the unsettled feeling I had. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling and fiddling with my fingers, not able to relax. I turned my head to look at Yoongi’s sleeping form and sighed. Biting my lip, my anxiety grew as I imagined them slamming our front door down and running in. I imagined their hands on me again, still able to feel them on my skin, and I imagined what they would do to me if they got in.

Had we locked the front door?

My breath caught as the thought came to me. I remember seeing Yoongi doing it: I wouldn’t have gone to bed if I hadn’t seen him turn the key. But maybe I hadn’t. I wasn’t sure. I clenched my fists, turning to Yoongi again. I decided I had to get up and check myself, not wanting to wake him up or worry him anymore.

“Y/N?” I stopped where I was, halfway out of bed, and turned back to Yoongi. He was still lying down but his eyes were open and alert, watching me carefully.

“Where are you going?” He asked as if he knew. I shook my head desperately at him.

“I just need to check that we locked the front door.” I whispered, my voice shaky. He shook his head at me.

“I locked it, Y/N.” He said steadily. I bit my lip, not believing him.

“Are you sure?” He gave me a small smile.

“Positive.” He lifted up his arm, nodding his head towards the bed. “Get back in here.” I sighed, knowing he was right, and got back in, shuffling under his arm, revelling in the warmth he was giving off. He didn’t say anything, but he held me against him again.

“Yoongi.” I whispered shakily.

“Hm?” He murmured in response, his chin resting on the top of my head.

“I’m scared.”

He shifted slightly, moving back so he could see my face, but keeping our legs tangled and our bodies close. He looked me in the eyes genuinely.

“I know.” He said gently, touching my cheek lightly. “But you need to understand that nothing bad is going to happen to you. Not tonight, not ever, as long as I can help it.” I took a deep breath in. “Do you trust me?” He asked quietly and I immediately nodded, no doubt in my mind. He nodded back at me. “Then trust that for as long as you keep me around, I won’t let anyone near you that you don’t want near you, and I won’t let anyone hurt you. And God knows I won’t let you walk home alone again.” He let out a breathless chuckle at the end, but I could see the concern and sincerity in his eyes. 

I believed him. I stared at him for a moment before leaning forward and pressing my lips against his, feeling considerable calmer as he returned the kiss gently.

“Thank you.” I said as I pulled away, and he gave me a small smile. I moved closer to him and he obligingly wrapped me in his arms again. His warm breath fanned the back of my neck as my head curled into his chest and our bodies entangled. His hand came to rest at my hairline, and his words were so soft I barely heard them, but just managed catch them in the silence of the room.

“You’re safe.”

And I knew I was.


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Tell You Later

Warnings: lots of nsfw, cursing, will give u tom feels

Summary: you and thomas have been best friends with benefits for almost a year now, however he want’s it to be more and can’t find the moment to tell you that.  My first smut so bear 🐻 with me.  ft. slightly sub!tom

concept by Lili (@osterfieldz) story by Zara (@tomsleftbrow)

word count:  2358

key: the first part is toms perspective, flashback,  __________ denotes perspective change

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“Baby, I’m on the phone”.

Drabble game. Prompt #16 Im Jaebum: Smut

Requested by my babe @annjaee


He was finally coming home. It had been a long and lonely couple of weeks without him while he toured and you were so anxious to feel him hold you close.

You had spent all day making the apartment ready for his return. It was clean, there were candles lit all around, you even wore his favorite matching set of lingerie. You planned on a long night of passion starting as soon as he walked through the door, to make up for lost time.

You heard him fiddling with the keys before turning the knob and pushing the door open. Your heart pounded with pure excitement.

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a few things i noticed from the vlive

  • all of the low murmered talking to each other picked up on the mic
  • the members looking at themselves in the mirror behind the camera
  • jungkook and tae laughing about writing spanking punishments
  • jin and jungkook arguing and jin yelling that he told his team they should’ve put begin on their board when the other team called it
  • when maknae line won and got the acrylic suga stands jimin deciding he was getting one, making jk and tae rock paper scissors for the other 
  • junkook spinning the board after winning
  • the constant beautiful sope
  • everyone but jimin got up to take the pictures and he sat there until someone called him over to the side
  • jimin saying he’s surprised how many pictures of namjoon there are on the phone they used to take the pictures
  • jm just giggling the whole time in general
  • hobi cleaning namjoon’s ear w the qtip
  • hobi saying he really wanted the acrylic suga stand prize
  • yoongi making up twister rules and jungkook continuously calling him out
  • namjoon: “jimin i wonder how bad you would be at this game [twister]”
  • Winner™ jk happy he collected all the photo cards first
  • yoongi flawlessly bullshitting that the rock paper scissors game was to decide who picks the punishment and not who gets the punishment after losing it
  • yoongi marking the punishment paper from his team so he could tell it and avoid it but accidentally drew it anyway
  • jin writing the kiss namjoon punishment, saying he didn’t think of having to get it himself, suggesting that only one person should take the punishment, asking namjoon if he wanted all of them to kiss him or just one, and doing The Most™ as with getting the punishment on the vlive before the wings album
  • exasperated namjoon asking if they could do the kiss later off screen then changing it to him getting a kiss instead of giving it
  • yoongi clapping off beat at the end bless
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Requested by @soiaf17 here . The gifs are hers as well. Trying a slightly different format (feat. the baby targs) 

It was sunset by the time he arrived at the Red Keep. He’d been distracted ever since he left Winterfell, counting down the moments until he saw anything familiar. 

Every night, sleeping in the nicest bed at whatever inn they’d found to stay at, he would dream of her. He would wake up seeking her warmth, but he was never able to find it. Because she was back in the Red Keep, waiting for him-with their children. Their daughter, their son, and one on the way. 

He’d missed her in the North, even when he was seeing his sisters. Everything seemed to remind him of her-the bedroom they’d shared, the table in the dining hall where they’d taken their meals, the small patch of open courtyard where they’d sparred. Even Sansa’s children-every time he saw the twins, Rickon and Willard, chasing each other with swords or saw Margaery sleeping sweetly in her bassinet, he’d felt a new pang of loneliness.  He hadn’t been away from her for any great length of time in years, and he’d never been away from his children. 

His horse’s steps had quickened when they reached King’s Landing, as if he too wanted to get home. Jon had never thought he’d grow to like the smell of the city, which still reeked of garbage and unwashed bodies on hot days, or feel his heart beat faster when he saw the Red Keep rising in the distance. 

Home. This place was his home, because it was where his family was. 

One of his attendants eagerly took the reins as soon as he rushed into the stables. “Welcome home, your Highness.” He bowed so hard his tawny blond hair nearly brushed the floor. 

“Thank you Aldon.” He made a point to know the names of all of his soldiers. “Do you know where the queen and the children are?” 

Aldon smiled. “I believe last I saw the prince and princess they were reading in the library.” 

Of course they were. He took the steps two at a time and knocked on the wooden door twice before he opened it-their secret signal. 

“Father!” A missile of blond hair and squirming legs slammed against him, hugging him tightly. 

“Hello Daeron.” His son was a ball of energy and sunshine on all of his days and Jon had missed him while he was away. “How are you?”

Daeron grabbed a book, which lay discarded in a corner. “Will you read this to me?” It was a book of fairy tales, one of his favorites-he only ever let Jon read it to him. Had he really not read it since he’d been gone? 

“In a little while? I have to say hello to your mother and sister first-”

“You’re home!” Someone tackled him from behind and he disentangled himself gently. Rhaenyra smiled up at him, blonde hair askew and a run in the hem of her dress. Her wooden dagger knocked at her side, always ready for use. “Mother said you wouldn’t arrive until tomorrow!”

“I rode fast just so I could get here tonight.” He gave her a kiss on the forehead and reached down to pet the wolves, Shiera and Halcyon, who had drifted over and were lazily sniffing him. Halcyon rolled over and looked up at him, belly up and wanting a scratch. “Where is your mother, sweetheart?”

“She’s on the balcony. She says the waves are good for the baby.” 

He was off again, with promises to come back and play as soon as he said hello to her. 

Jon stopped just outside their bedroom door, unsure why. He felt for a moment that he was back on that boat all those years ago, about to make a choice that would change his life forever. And it had brought him nothing but bliss. 

Something in him unclenched as soon as he opened the door and saw the familiar bedroom-the doors on the balcony open in the late afternoon sunlight. Her vanity was clean and organized as always, her light white dressing gown lying over a trunk-but there were hints that she belonged here and it made him feel once again that this was exactly where he was supposed to be. 

He hovered in the doorway almost reverently and looked out. She stood on the balcony, her pregnancy beginning to show, bathed in the late afternoon sunlight. He didn’t know what gave him away but she turned, radiant in golden light-and when she saw him her eyes lit up. “Jon.” It was barely more than a whisper, but he was across the room in seconds. 

She relaxed into his touch, their bodies melding to fit each other. He kissed her, first fiercely and passionately to remind himself that this wasn’t a dream, and then slower and sweeter to make up for lost time. When they finally drew apart they were both breathing hard, and her eyes were dancing. “I missed you.”

Again he was struck with the wonder that this beautiful creature was his wife, that she had pledged herself to him in a godswood so long ago. Since then they had shared pain and joy, ruled a kingdom and raised children. They’d done it together. They were always better together, stronger together. 

To see her now felt like he was seeing a part of himself he’d hidden away for all the time he’d been in Winterfell. “And I you.” 

They stayed there for a moment, each supported in the other’s embrace, while the setting sun slowly slid into the sea. And just for that moment, everything else seemed very far away. 

Thank you love :D I hope you enjoy! I love writing little things based off of photos/gifs/quotes/whatever. 

Nothing else shakes me up and makes me tremble with gratefulness other than the Gospel. I could have gone all this time, and all my life, without understanding the truth about it. I could still be living in sin and darkness and in rebellion against God. But in His great and wonderful mercy He opened my eyes to His truth. That’s the only reason why I have faith in Christ today. Not because I’m smart and had it all figured out, or because I grew up in a Christian home (Lord knows even though I did I still lived like the rest of the world and even though I heard the Gospel plenty of times it never clicked).

It was all God. It is because of His grace. His mercy. His love. He was the one who drew me to Himself and showed me the intensity of my wickedness and the wonderful, unending depths of His love and grace.

I chose Him because He first chose me. It was nothing that I did or didn’t do. Nothing wrecks me more than this.

redfivewritingby  asked:

If you're still taking prompts and haven't done this one yet: “It is not morning yet.” pairing hannigram <3

Sorry this took so long! It’s been a hectic week, but here it is!


The sky outside was still the dark blue of twilight when Will slipped out of bed. Or, rather, tried to. He had one foot out of the covers when Hannibal looped an arm around his waist and pulled him close. He nuzzled at the back of Will’s neck.

“Where are you going? It’s not yet morning,” he mumbled. His word were slurred, voice thick with sleep.

“I have to use the bathroom, so you’d better stop squeezing me like that,” Will said. He gently pried Hannibal’s arm off him. “Unless you have a watersports fetish you haven’t mentioned.”

Even in the dark, Will could see him roll his eyes. He smiled, kissed Hannibal’s forehead, and climbed out of bed.

The floor was cool beneath his feet. He felt his way along the way for the door knob.

Something about night flipped a switch in Hannibal that Will couldn’t quite comprehend. He woke at the slightest noise. He clung in a way that would drive even the sanest person to homicide.

It was a lucky thing he had years of experience of sleeping with multiple dogs, Will thought to himself as he washed his hands.

By the time he returned Hannibal was lying on his back, eyes open and covers next to him turned down, awaiting Will’s return. Will slid between the sheets and let Hannibal pull him into his arms.

“You know, I’ve had animals less anxious about my whereabouts than you,” he teased.

Hannibal passed a hand over Will’s back, fingers following the bumps of his spine. Silence stretched between them. Will had begun to wonder if Hannibal had already dropped off to sleep when he spoke.

“So often I worry that you won’t be here when I wake. That during the night you’ll have gone,” Hannibal said, “or that you weren’t truly here at all, and were instead some pleasant dream I created to pass the time.”

Will pushed himself up onto his elbow. He kissed Hannibal, slow and deep, until the hand that was resting on his back was gripping him tightly and Hannibal’s breathing had gone shallow.

Will sucked at his lower lip and then drew back, allowing his forehead to rest against Hannibal’s.

“I’m real and I’m not going anywhere,” Will said. “No matter how many times we argue about the dogs getting on the furniture, or you wake me up with your goddamn harpsichord, or any tiny problem you might obsess over. I’m not going to walk out on you, okay? I want to be here.”

Hannibal nodded, mouth drawn tight as though he feared what might come out if he tried to speak. Will dipped his head and kissed away the strained look threatening to creep onto his face.

“Go back to sleep, cher. I’ll be here in the morning. I promise.”

“Of course.”

Will laid down once more, head resting on his chest. He could hear Hannibal’s heart pound beneath his ear. For a long while Will lay there, awake and smoothing a hand down Hannibal’s side until the tension drained from his limbs.

In the morning, Will snuck out of bed just long enough to brush his teeth and put the coffee on. True to his word he returned to bed after; slipping his arm around Hannibal’s waist and snuggling up. Waiting, for the first time, for Hannibal to return from sleep.


Prompts closed, thank you!

anonymous asked:

Hello, hello! Can I request some almost kisses with the chocobros, please? Like s/o and chocobro are about to share a kiss but then someone or something interrupts them?

Noctis

The two of you were sitting on the roof of the motel in Longwythe. The night was dark, and the stars dotted the sky. You were looking for him and found him there, alone, and decided to ask him what was going on.

“Nothing,” was his quiet reply. You nodded, figuring he didn’t want to press the issue.

After a beat, he spoke again.

“I’m just not sure about this wedding,” he confessed. You turned to him with questioning eyes. He continued, “I mean, I’ve known Luna a long time. And we’re friends, but…I don’t think either of us are in love with each other.”

“What about the peace treaty?” you asked, your heart beating faster and faster. You’d always had a bit of a crush on Noctis, and this confession of his was shocking, to say the least.

He shrugged. “I have no choice but to go through with it,” he conceded, more to himself than to you. “But I’ve always wondered what it would be like if I could choose my own fate, rather than have it chosen for me…”

He turned to you and that’s when you realized how close he was. Your breath hitched as he drew closer and closer, his lips nearly grazing yours—

The sound of a door swinging open made you jump back. Gladio’s voice rang out, “Hey! Are you two up here? We’re playing King’s Knight in the room if you want to join.”

Noctis blushed and hastily rose to his feet. “Yeah, we’re coming,” he called back, holding a hand out for you, his expression almost sad. “Come on, let’s go.”

Prompto

You were at Wiz’ outpost, helping one of the farm hands feed the chocobos. One had taken a particular liking to you, and you stroked its beak as it ate the greens out of your other palm.

“Wow!” Prompto exclaimed, clambering over. “Look at these chocobos! Aren’t they amazing?”

You laughed and scratched at its jowls. “They sure are.”

“Maybe one day I’ll own a chocobo farm,” Prompto thought out loud. “I think I’d be pretty good at it.”

You elbowed him lightly, a grin on your face. “You definitely have the right attitude for it. But I don’t know if you’d be able to keep up with these guys.”

Prompto bristled. “What do you mean? I’m sure I’ve got what it takes!” He started babbling on about chocobo care, and you started laughing as he went from being dead serious to outright ridiculous. You started laughing so hard that you almost fell over, and Prompto caught you as you started to stumble.

“S-sorry about that,” you said between giggles. “I’m not normally this clumsy.”

“It’s okay,” he shrugged, and you noticed he hadn’t let go of you yet. You looked at him intently and he seemed to be asking you a question with his eyes. Your faces got closer, and he was about to kiss you when the chocobo you had been feeding squawked loudly in Prompto’s face.

“Okay, okay,” he let you go, his hands coming up defensively. “I get it, big guy. No touching.”

You laughed and pet the chocobo’s head, turning to Prompto with a grin. “It’s okay. Next time, we can try that when he’s not around.”

Gladio

You’d been neighbours with Gladio for a long time. You were sitting in his living room waiting for the others to show up so you could all celebrate your promotion at work. They were due to arrive any minute, and you and Gladio were playing King’s Knight to kill time.

“Oh, hold on,” Gladio paused the game, rising to his feet from his seat on the couch. “I have something for you.”

“For me?” you repeated, cocking your head to the side. “What for?”

“Your promotion is a big deal,” he called from the other room. You heard the sound of shuffling, and then he reappeared with a small box in his hand.

You eyed him curiously. “What is this?”

“Open it,” he suggested casually, leaning back against the couch to watch your expression.

You untied the ribbon and opened the box. Inside was a silver necklace with a simple clear gem. It was stunning. “Gladio, this is too much, I can’t accept this!”

He shook his head, and took the box from you. He gestured for you to turn around, and he helped you put it on. Your fingers skimmed across it as he fixed the clasp, and you turned again to face him.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, smiling. “It’s beautiful.” You leaned forward and kissed him on his stubbly cheek. When you pulled away, he was looking at you with half-lidded eyes. You moved toward him again, and you could feel his breath on your lips when the buzzer for his apartment echoed throughout the room.

He sighed. “Come on,” he helped you off the couch with a wink. “We can continue this later.”

Ignis

You had decided that you were going to cook for everyone that night. Ignis was always the one slaving over the stove, so you figured you would give him a break and prepare a nice meal for the guys at camp.

It didn’t stop him from hovering over you while you were cooking. You weren’t sure if he was scrutinizing or if he was just casually observing, but his eyes on you definitely made you nervous for more than one reason.

“Can you give me a little bit of space?” you asked meekly, as you stirred the pot for the stew you were cooking.

Ignis smirked slightly. “Is my presence that much of an affront?”

“No!” you replied quickly. “I’m just nervous with you watching me. You kind of have that way about you, you know.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“You can’t possibly not know how you are,” you replied, a hand coming down to rest on your jutted hip. “You’re just so prim and proper and always seem to have everything together all the time. I don’t get how you do it.”

He shrugged. “It was part of my upbringing I suppose. May I try a taste?”

You conceded and handed him the spoon. He leaned across you and tasted a sample. He licked his lips (you gulped) and turned to you, relinquishing the spoon. “It’s exquisite.”

“Thanks,” you squeaked, unsure how to deal with the compliment. You noticed that he hadn’t really moved away at all, and if anything he was moving even closer. Just as he tilted his head and you closed your eyes, a chorus of shouts came from by the fire.

“When’s the food gonna be ready?” Noctis called, and Prompto snickered. They’d been watching the whole time.

Ignis cleared his throat. “Momentarily, Highness.”

You just blushed furiously and went back to stirring. But Ignis stayed by your side anyway and helped you finish cooking dinner.

The Guitarist 

Chapter Two

 A/N Yep this is the second, it gets smutty at the end. Like full on, beware. 

Harry sat in his dark car, hidden from sight and deciding what to do. The problem with knowing the address was not knowing which actual apartment number Piper was in. It had been a few days, Harry had driven past her block several times, not seeing her and having no other way of contact. He sat fidgeting in his car for about twenty minutes, before his heard perked up, watching the door swing open, Piper walked out looking fresh and slightly annoyed. Harry immediately smiled and got out of his car, walking up to where she was going through her letter box. She pulled out a newspaper from the box, Harry’s face fell when he saw his and her photo planted on the first page, she shoved the paper under her arm once investigating the photo. Piper then noticed Harry and scoffed, slamming her mail box shut and crossing her arms across her chest strongly.

“What would you like Harry?” her tongue was icy and he shifted in his position.

“Just coming to see how you are.” He said earnestly.

“Hmm, did you bring any paps with you this time?” She was clearly pissed off and Harry sensed not to push it. He sighed heavily and took a step towards her.

“I’m really sorry about that. I didn’t know they had followed my driver.” Harry tried to reason but Piper just shrugged her shoulders, staring him down.

“This is why I didn’t want to even talk to you when I saw you in the crowd. Bad publicity, give the band a worse reputation.” Piper was annoyed, more at herself than Harry. She had promised that when she saw him standing at the show that she would ignore him.

“You have a good following, I think your band will be big.” Harry avoided the first point of her argument, a skill developed over many interviewers.

“Whatever, go away pretty boy.” Harry stood his ground, wanting to actually talk with her.

“Look, it won’t be like that next time-“

“Next time, you think there is a next time after the other night? Look Harry, I had fun but I don’t want to be in the media like that.” Piper knew that perhaps some recognition from the press would give her band more of a following, but her fear resided in that it would bring the worst type of following.

“Please, I want to have fun again. I haven’t laughed like that in so long.” Harry looked her in the eye. Piper looked behind them, nobody was around. Her fears seemed to disappear in a smile of his pouty and dusty rose lips.

“Alright. Come upstairs then-“

“Oh! I didn’t- I just-“ Piper cut him off and opened the door to the apartments.

“I said don’t flatter yourself.” Harry eagerly followed, his footsteps gaining on hers as he walked beside her to the lifts. As they waited he admired her slightly damp hair, the curls taking their natural wild course, his eyes trailed down to her figure hugging band shirt that acted as a dress, just reaching above her knee. Piper coughed and Harry’s eyes shot up meeting her stare, he could feel his cheeks redden as they silently got into the lift. Harry paid attention to the floor and tried to keep his eyes in front of him as Piper’s figure became obvious to him. The lift opened and Harry followed Piper out, trying to keep his eyes ahead. He didn’t usually stare at women, but Piper enticed his senses. She stopped outside a door, pressing her back to it.

“I have to warn you, it’s got pieces of unfinished music strewn across everywhere, so beware.” Harry smiled and nodded, he didn’t care how messy her apartment was. Piper looked into his eyes and Harry had an urge to tuck her hair behind her ear, so he did. She looked caught off guard and Harry felt accomplished watching her cheeks redden slightly.  Piper turned around, feeling Harry’s warm presence behind her as she unlocked the door.

The door opened and Harry bound in, his eye being caught by a wall of guitars. It ranged from white to black, all hung up with records underneath them. He saw a black guitar connected to an amp with unfinished music sheets next to it, he walked over, unable to help himself and picked up the guitar. Piper was intrigued to see if he knew anything. His fingers plucked the strings and placed them in a chord pattern.

“Can you play something for me?” Harry asked, Piper was taken aback but shuffled over, picking up countless sheets of paper on her way. Harry pulled out a scrap bit of paper with messily scrawled chord progressions. Piper sat down closely to him, her bare knee touching his jeaned one. Harry showed her the piece of paper and her eyes looked from guitar to paper and back again before taking the guitar from him and adjusting her fingers and testing out the riff.

“It’s pretty simple but with a few tweaks, it could sound really good.” Piper played the riff again, adding her own twang to the piece.

“You keep it and make something beautiful from it.” Harry pushed the music towards her and she smiled but shook her head.

“I can’t do that, it’s your creation.” Piper felt flattered and tried to shake it off, annoyed at herself again.

“Please, I want to her what you make of it.” Piper accepted the piece and straightened it out, standing up she put it away in her guitar case.

“Can I take you out to lunch?” Piper’s face fell and she drew a deep breath. She wanted to say yes, she was somewhat intrigued by the surprising mystery that was Harry Styles. But she was petrified of the inevitable media lurking anywhere Harry was.

“Okay, um, let me go change.” Harry nodded and felt himself go giddy on the inside. Harry wondered around her apartment as she disappeared into the bedroom. He leaned over a vase attempting to get a better look at the photos on the wall, he leant in further, bumping the potter with his hip.

“Fuck.” He cursed loudly and then immediately dropped his hands to the pot to steady it.

“What was that?” Piper’s voice loudly boomed, a slight growl of annoyance to it.

“Nothing!” Harry hastily removed his hands from the vase and stepped back, looking towards the bedroom that had half of Piper’s body hanging out of it, glaring at him. Harry cheesily grinned back, noticing she was holding clothing up to her. She wasn’t dressed. Harry gulped and turned his head back to the pictures.

“Harry, come in here.” Piper’s voice was softer and Harry quirked his head towards the bedroom, opening the door and walking in. Band paraphernalia adorned the room and it smelt strongly of her sweet, soft smell. Harry inhaled and looked towards Piper, her back was on display as she held her hair away from her neck.

“Can you zip me?” Harry nodded, although she couldn’t see. Piper wore a short black dress, simple but beautiful.

Harry grabbed onto her hips out of instinct and started to zip up the dress, he paused momentarily half way, realising she had no bra on. He breathed in and zipped the dress up further. Piper fluffed out her hair and turned to face Harry, his breath hitched in his throat.

“Thank you.” Harry nodded, his hands still on her waist.

Lunch passed seemingly without paparazzi and they shared a close, intimate lunch. Piper’s tongue cause Harry to equally crack up laughing at her wit and gape at her sudden change in tone as she would openly judge somebody in a way that made Harry laugh. He thinks he was attracted to her dry sense of humour, although Piper didn’t really see why she was funny. They bantered back and forth, though Harry couldn’t tell if she was having a dig by calling him Pretty Boy. They took a drive in Harry’s car and Piper demanded the aux chord, blasting loud music that Harry started headbanging too. The paps took a few photos of them in the car but they lost them by they pulled up to Piper’s apartment block, laughing and singing along. Piper had already invited Harry back and they both got out the car, high of each-others presence. Piper felt weird around him, but the kind of weird that keeps pulling you in. It was a strange and strong mutual attraction they shared, that despite knowing each other for such a small amount of time, grew stronger with every banter and bicker. They reached Piper’s apartment and Piper grabbed Harry’s hand and led him to the kitchen, pushing his back towards the counter.

“I… uh.” Piper seemed lost for words and Harry grabbed her face, kissing her lips softly as her hands hung freely before moving up to touch his hair. They disconnected for a moment, looking into each-other’s eyes. Harry bit his lip, having wanted to kiss her since the first time he saw her the other night.

“You are a little, aggressive, giggling minx, you know that?” Harry growled under his breath, smiling also and Piper kissed him, silencing him. She bit his lip and he gasped, knowing she had lived up to Harry’s words. Her hands slid to his dress shirt, pulling it out of his jeans and fumbling with the buttons. Harry unintentionally thrusted his hips forward, meeting Pipers in the middle. Piper groaned at the contact and ripped at Harry’s shirt, annoyed with the buttons. Harry pulled his shirt off and dragged Piper closer to him, grabbing her hand and leading her to her room.

“What do you think is going to happen Pretty Boy?” She asked, slightly breathless, cheeks red and burning.

“I don’t know Piper, you tell me?” Harry remarked and pushed her up against the edge of her bed, feeling the edge of her dress, allowing his hand to slide up and down her thigh.

“Not so mouthy now are you?” Harry nibbled at her neck, his full senses coming over him. Piper moaned a reply, breathing short as if trying to get her words together.

“Harry…” Piper’s voice was lacy and distant as Harry’s hand trailed up her dress.

“Turn around.” Piper turned and Harry’s hand traced her dress and began to unzip it from the top. He shrugged it off her shoulders, revealing her tattoos and her back, he took a deep breath and let it drop to the floor. Piper’s lace underwear was revealed and her braless state became highly apparent to Harry. He traced his hands down her back, placing them on her hips, digging his fingers into the lace. Piper turned around and kissed him, her boobs pressing up against Harry’s bare chest. She bit his neck and ran her hands down his chest, she felt for the button of his pants and sunk slowly to her knees, kissing his chest on the way. Piper placed a gentle kiss on Harry’s fern tattoos and looked innocently up at him.

“What do you want me to do, pretty boy?” Harry couldn’t talk and instead accidently thrusted his hips forward in anticipation again. Piper smirked and unbuckled his jeans, pulling them down with his underwear. Harry uttered a swear word and gulped, waiting for Piper to do something, she sat back on her knees and just looked at his length as she grasped it. Something in her eyes told Harry she hadn’t seen one quite as big as his, he couldn’t help but smirk down at her.

“Hmm, flattery might not get you places, but this certainly will.” Piper remarked and slid her hand firmly up and down his length, shuffling closer and opening her mouth, teasingly licking the tip. Harry groaned and moved his hand down to her hair, attempting to get her to do more. Piper looked up at him, he was staring down at her, biting his lip and she slid her hand down again and his face contorted into a mixture of pleasure and annoyance that he was being teased. Piper opened her mouth and encased her mouth with his throbbing dick. She bobbed her head slowly, working him into her mouth and down her throat. He gasped from above, closing his eyes and letting his hands get lost in her tangled mess. Piper cupped his balls and Harry almost jumped, relishing in the pleasure it brought. Piper drew in a deep breath and slid her mouth further onto his length, she stopped and Harry could feel her throat relax and she pushed him further down her throat. Pipers nose touched Harry’s pubic bone, unable to breathe, but not choking. Harry looked down at her in awe, their eyes meeting as Piper drew her mouth back from him.

Piper went back for more, but Harry stopped her by grabbing her hair and pulling, gesturing for her to stand up. Piper stood silently as Harry grazed his eyes shamelessly over her body, Piper stepped closer and grabbed his hands, putting them on her boobs. He squeezed and pushed her back, lightly landing on the bed as he hovered over her, travelling his hand down to her underwear. He rubbed softly on her covered clit, she gasped and he felt her wetness leaking through, dampening his fingers. He grabbed her boob again, squeezing and attached his lips to her neck, the other hand rubbing her through her underwear. Harry pulled her underwear down and grabbed her thigh, spreading it for him as he worked two fingers inside her. Piper writhed beneath him, and he was turned on further by her soft moans escaping her lips.

Piper brought her leg closer to his side as she felt herself near an orgasm, Harry pumped faster, brushing his fingers against her g-spot. Piper was in a moment of vulnerability and had no harsh or cheeky remark. Her mouth hung open as he bit her neck, brushing against her clit with his thumb.

“Harry, please.” She gasped, her breathing short and whiney. Harry smirked, feeling like he had the upper hand as he accentuated the movements of his hand, making her moan loudly. Piper felt a wave wash over her and she clenched around his fingers, moaning and gasping as he slowed his movements. She grinded against his fingers for a moment, feeling the ecstasy move throughout her body. Piper moved her leg and pushed his chest, making him fall on his side as she straddled him, grinding slowly on his dick.

“Hmm it appears you really want me, pretty boy?” Piper didn’t need an answer as Harry’s hardened length said it all. Piper grinded down once more before grabbing his dick and rubbing it against her entrance before sinking down slowly onto him. Piper closed her eyes and moved slowly up and down, working her hips. Harry met her hips, not used to being on the bottom but enjoying the way her hips were grinding down on his. He looked at her face, her breathing slightly gasping, but no moans escaping her pretty face. Harry groaned as she moved up and down. Harry decided she needed to moan, decided he needed to hear her cute little gasps. He slid his arms around her waist and flipped them, he pinned her hands to the mattress and wiggled her legs open with his hips.

“You aren’t moaning enough.” Harry growled, bucking his hips powerfully into hers. Her mouth hung open in shock as he began to thrust solidly into her.

“I – fuck” Piper tried to remark in a smart tone but couldn’t form how to say it with Harry’s blissfully good hips. Harry squeezed her hands and drew his length out slowly before thrusting quickly back in, causing Piper to make a squeak that turned into a low moan. She moaned louder as his pace changed into long, hard thrusts, Harry could feel the pressure building and closed his eyes as he thrusted. He knew he had to pull out, his carelessness costing him.

“I have to pull out.” Harry gasped and Piper frowned, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist.

“No, please, don’t. I’m on the pill, please Harry.” Piper whined, her voice loose and needy, reminiscent of her drunk state the other night. Piper bucked her hips up, needing Harry to move and please her. She was in a desperate state of need and desire. Harry nuzzled his face into her neck and thrust slowly, building up his pace. They both moaned loudly and Harry felt his stomach tighten as he thrust harder into her.

“Fuck.” Harry moaned loudly, thrusting once more, making Piper moan. His orgasm bucketed through him and he moaned softly, feeling the warmth of Piper. Piper moaned in his ear as he pulled out and laid exasperated on the mattress, Piper pulled a doona over them and smirked at him.

“Not bad, pretty boy.”

A School of Fire and Shadow (Part 1)

Here it is! The first part of my new series! Please comment and send me feedback, thank you all so much for reading!!

Tagging: @rhysand-and-rowan @rugrat-mama @rowanismybae (let me know if you want to be tagged in future parts!)

TOG x ACOTAR crossover - Hogwarts au

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If Aelin Galathynius wasn’t already dreadfully excited at the thought of attending Hogwarts, she definitely became so the minute she ran through the 9 ¾ barrier. Her first steps onto the platform felt like she was walking on clouds instead of the hard cement. Rhoe and Evalin, Aelin’s flustered parents, could hardly keep up with the young eleven-year-old as she weaved through the crowd - somehow maneuvering around people even with a trolley stuffed with trunks being pushed in front of her. People practically jumped out of the way as she passed, pulling children close to save them from wheels rolling over little feet.

The Galathynius’ muttered quick apologies to disgruntled parents as they rushed to catch up to their little witchling. Unfortunately, the witch and her muggle husband were too late, which they realized as soon as they saw the overturned cart in the middle of a ten foot clearing of people. Their daughter stood with her hands on her hips - a stance she was getting too good at assuming - and bickering with a white-haired young wizard who was picking himself up from the ground.

“You’re crazy!” He exclaimed, brushing off his robes - generic black, so he must be a first year without a house yet.

Aelin scoffed, gesturing towards her upset cart with a incredibly expectant expression. “Excuse me, you are the one who ran in front of my trolley like a dementor is on your heels. The least you could do is help me put it back together again.”

The sneer that overtook the boy’s face does nothing more than send Aelin’s eyes rolling. “Well, princess, I believe you are the one who was hurtling around with reckless abandon. It surely is not my fault your cart ran over me!”

“Oh, no!” Aelin cooed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Did I accidentally hurt the itty bitty baby?” She mocked.

Rhoe and Evalin finally reach their daughter, her mother barely able to contain the squirming puppy in her arms. Rhoe set a hand on Aelin’s shoulder, a firm order to stand down, as the event had begun to gather a crowd. Evalin expertly slipped the small dog into the young witch’s arms, prohibiting the girl from starting any real fight.

The wizard scowled once more, tugged on the lapels of his robe self-righteously, and stalked away towards the quickly filling up train. Aelin’s parents made quick work of reassembling their daughter’s cart, and quickly pushed her and the dog towards the luggage and animal cars. Once they had her nicely packed away, they each kissed her on the cheek.

“Please try not to get into too many fights, Fireheart,” Her mother pleaded, her eyes shining with worry for her daughter’s safety.

Rhoe’s eyes however, were shining with mischief. “At least not right away.” Aelin grinned up at her father, hugged both her parents, and made an empty promise to play nice. Her mother just shook her head.

Suddenly, three long pulls from the horn alerted the family that the train was about to leave. Aelin was pushed hurriedly towards the door, which shut promptly behind her. Leaning out the window, she waved to her parents as the Hogwarts Express began to slowly move. She waited until Rhoe and Evalin were out of sight before turning to seek out a compartment, a late decision that she soon comes to regret.

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EXO’s Reaction to Finding Your Sketchbook

Xiumin:

Xiumin would be really interested in finding out about this hobby of yours. He’d casually flip through the pages, looking up at you innocently when you asked him where he had found it. One of his favorite pastimes would quickly become watching you draw as he sipped his coffee.

Chen:

Not making a big deal out if it, Chen would bring up your drawings during a meal. “When did you start drawing?” he’d ask suddenly, surprising you with his interest. He’d listen intently, and at the end request you draw him a picture. When you showed him your simple but cute caricature of him he’d be all smiles.

Baekhyun:

The exact opposite of Chen in this situation, Baekhyun would let out a loud exclamation when he found your notebook, causing you to roll your eyes. “Wait–these are so good though!” he’d say, dramatically gesturing to your art and almost ripping the pages in excitement. It wasn’t until you agreed to draw him something that he’d calm down.

Chanyeol:

Chanyeol would keep finding your notebook a secret, admiring the pages and treating them carefully as to not smudge the pictures. It wasn’t until he came upon you drawing one day that he’d sit down and watch you, eventually confessing that he had looked through one of your journals and that he loved your style.

Lay:

Lay would immediately want to watch you draw, and would compose a few “drawing songs” for you. He’d be excited to see what you would come up with while you drew to his music and would even frame a few of his favorites, grinning as he hung them up where everyone could see.

D.O:

Already finding you cute, D.O would think you’re even more adorable when he found your sketchbook of little doodles and drawings. He’d smile up at you when you caught him looking through it, quietly complimenting your style. He’d hesitantly request a sketch; when you showed him the finished product he wouldn’t be able to stop grinning, making sure to keep the picture somewhere safe.

Suho:

Though Suho would enjoy finding your sketches, he wouldn’t mention it to you. He didn’t want you knowing that he had looked through it in case he wasn’t supposed to. You would notice however that he’d always be watching you when you drew, his eyes full of wonder as his they never left the paper.

Kai:

As soon as Kai found your book he’d run out with it, pages flapping as he bounced with excitement. “I didn’t know you could draw! Draw me!” he’d say excitedly, grinning. You’d hesitantly agree, warning him that it wouldn’t be a masterpiece.  When you showed him your finished product, his eyes would widen and he’d let out a dramatic “wah” of amazement.

Sehun:

Sehun would smile to himself as he flipped through the pages, careful not to tear or smudge them. He’d bring it up while you two were hanging out, making sure to point out the particular drawings that he liked. He wouldn’t request anything, but would instead watch you draw, claiming it relaxed him. In reality, he just loved seeing you so focused on one thing.

it’s too cold outside for angels to fly, chapter 1

A/N: The long-anticipated guardian angel!Andrew fic! Warnings for child abuse, though nothing too graphic.

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Nathaniel Abram Wesninski is born on a blustery night in January to a mother with regret in her eyes and a father with danger in his smile. Andrew takes one look at the baby, crinkled and screaming and gross as newborns tend to be, and knows he’s going to be trouble.

“Trade me,” he orders Renee, whose current charge is a giggling delight of green eyes and tousled brown hair. Andrew knows Jean won’t be an untroubled kid - untroubled kids don’t need guardian angels. Still, learning French would probably be easier than trying to keep an eye on this brat.

“Now that wouldn’t be very fair to Jean, would it?” Renee smiles beatifically and Andrew rolls his eyes. “Besides,” Renee says as floats a little closer to peer down at the baby, who quiets and stares at her with wide eyes. “Nathaniel is a sweetie.”

Andrew frowns at the baby, who, apparently now disinterested in the glowing woman hovering over its crib, sticks its fist in its mouth. It looks over at Andrew, icy blue eyes piercing. Andrew’s frown deepens.

Renee turns back toward Andrew, a case file now in her hands. “I need to get back to Jean,” she says, and holds out the folder. Andrew glares at it. Renee sighs. “He needs you, Andrew.”

Andrew takes the folder. Renee smiles. The baby giggles, and Andrew glares at it.

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don’t fret, Hunk fixes the scissors

someone pointed out that Lance is growing a mullet so I had to do this

(Lance actually doesn’t mind growing a mullet, but Hunk was making a Rover 2.0 for Pidge’s birthday so being a good bro he took it upon himself to distract Pidge. Look how it ended up for him.)

(Keef is 2cute2handle)

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*****SPOILER WARNING!!!! GO NO FURTHER IF YOU HAVEN’T PLAYED BATIM CHAPTER 3********


OHMYGOSH BENDY AND THE INK MACHINE CHAPTER 3 WAS FREAKIN AMAZING!!!!! I haaaad to draw some fanart of corrupted Alice. Before I wondered if Joey Drew had tried to fuse himself with Bendy but now I’m freaking CONVINCED he did! Also I miss my sunshine child Boris ;-; I hope I can save my lil buddy in Chapter 4

anonymous asked:

Geonosis, instead of letting them be executed, ObiWan decideds to break the chains because come on, they didn't take the Force from them! He can still break those damn chains, he's a gosh darn Jedi Master!

His blood was boiling in cold and raw anger, itching beneath his skin like the ever present sensation of roaring Force. It wasn’t light and it wasn’t dark, utterly gray in its sensation as it crossed his skin and Obi-Wan glared up at Yan Dooku with his speech as Anakin and Amidala were restrained beside him.

“I am so tired of selfish speeches and so tired of these GAMES!” He snarled out, cutting through the crowd and Dooku. “You stand there and say you’re for justice you selfish abandoning pompous hut’uun!”

Breaking chains are not a difficult task and as Obi-Wan jumped, he had a moment to wonder where his sudden cold rage had come from before he grasped the chain keeping him to the pillar and drew himself further up and ramming a Force enhanced boot through the weakest link and promptly snapping it.

He fell to the arena sand and landed in a crouch, swinging the now cut of chain above his head and tearing through Anakin’s and Padme’s in one strong go, bits of the pillar falling down on boths heads.

“Nicely done mas-”

“Anakin, for once in your life, listen to me, take Amidala and get the hell out of here.” Obi-Wan growled quietly, eyes narrowed at the balcony where the members from Trade Federation were throwing a tantrum.

It was Dooku who held his eyes though.

Traitor to Jedi. Traitor to the Republic. Traitor to all of Qui-Gon Jinn’s memory.

His lips drew back in a tiny snarl and Dooku jerked to a bit, eyes widening a bit in realization before he seemed to calm himself.

If Obi-Wan could have seen himself, he would have seen the same lip snarl he had given Maul ten years ago.

“Master?” Anakin’s voice sounded wounded.

“Our job is clear. We are Jedi, your duty is to protect Amidala. I was sent here to find the aggressors. I found them, now my duty is to deal with them. I trust you to do yours with the devotion required to be a Jedi knight if this is still the path you wish to follow.” Obi-Wan offered, his voice like ice. It seemed to occur to the Trade Federation that making an enemy out of the ginger haired knight was a potentially dangerous action as they changed their tunes from outrage to fear and plans of escape.

Obi-Wan rolled his shoulders.  “And I found a Sith… now what was that name I was given after Naboo…” He mock mused before he snapped his hands apart, breaking the chains around them in one easy pull. “Oh right, Sith slayer.”

()()()

In the end, Obi-Wan’s not sure when the rest of the Jedi arrived or when the clone army came to Geonosis, but he knows as he holds the saber to Yan Dooku’s throat that whatever plot was hatched to happen here, it has not fully unfolded.

There are too many political factions still detained by the Order and yes, Jango Fett escaping into the galaxy with his son is a tiny niggle of worry but doesn’t feel catastrophic, doesn’t feel like the full on tethering disaster he had been sensing for weeks and months.

“Hmm, intervened you seem to have Master Kenobi.”   Yoda hummed beside him as he stared at his former padawan with a tired expression as Mace slapped the Force suppressant handcuffs onto the older man and dragged him away to a ship.

“And you seem to have brought a slave army to Geonosis.” Obi-Wan returned coldly.

“Needed they were but speaking they are to Senator Amidala at the moment one of them is.” Yoda glanced up at him. “Find out more about them we will, fight for their rights Senator Amidala will, with help if needed.”

Obi-Wan grunted then slowly glanced to where Anakin was standing, staring forlornly at Padme’s back as she spoke to several of the clones who were no longer wearing their helmets. “…Excuse me master, I have a padawan to speak to.” He murmured, settling his saber to his belt and then slowly limping over to the blond.

Said man looked up at him in surprise then smiled unsurely.

“…I won’t blame you if you leave the path now Anakin.” Obi-Wan whispered, voice low for their benefit. “If she’s your future then go now and grasp the love you know will make you happy.” He smiled gently.

Anakin blinked in surprise and then visibly hesitated.

“She could help you free slaves, get the Senate involved.” Obi-Wan continued quietly.

The dark clothed padawan looked down at his feet and caught sight of Obi-Wan’s saber sliced thigh instead, staring at it with wide eyes.

Then he looked back up and shook his head. “No. No my path is here. With you. By your side.” He smiled and gave Padme a glance. “…Beside… I think… I think I’d always come second if I went with her… second to her work.” He swallowed.

Obi-Wan blinked then reached out, squeezing his padawan’s shoulder. “…I knew a woman like that. Fell in love with her too myself.” He smiled, bringing his padawan closer as Anakin stared at him in surprise before smiling in understanding. “They’re amazing women.”

“That they are.” Anakin glanced one last time at Padme’s back. “Utterly astounding…” He settled his arm around Obi-Wan and guided his master towards the medics.

The Great Gymnast | Tom Holland

Summary: In attempts to prepare herself for her next meet, Tom Holland offers his assistance and helps the great gymnast perfect her flaws…

Warning: little tension

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Type: Oneshot

Requested: @tomhollabackatchya

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