it's exactly how i imagined it

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Is this where I give a speech? Ask you to die for me? No thanks. 

I say we shove the Remnant down the Archon’s throat, and maybe that buys us a chance. All of us. We get the whole cluster to pile on. Everyone in Heleus has earned some fucking payback. 

Imagine if
  • Belle: So what's in the west wing
  • Lumiere: Oh, it's a magical rose that our very existence and future depends on
  • Cogsworth: The enchantress who cursed us left it behind and if you touch it, all the petals might fall off and we'll be stuck as inanimate objects forever
  • Belle: Oh alright
  • Belle: Thanks for letting me know
  • Belle: I'll be sure to stay clear of the west wing since I know exactly what's in there and how it affects all of you
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mistrel-fox created an awesome crossover with gf and fma, also did these amazing drawings. Oh man the ideas are so great.

With the twins losing both of their limbs, I imagined GrunkleStan being the suit of armor and well….. I got waaay too deep into this.

METAL GRUNK

and it’s all your fault MISTREL

bonus-

Rumor
  • Minho: There's a rumor going around, you know.
  • You: What rumor?
  • Minho: Apparently there's this guy who really likes you but doesnt have the guts to tell you.
  • You: Who is it?
  • Minho: He'd kill me if I told you.
  • You: I thought we were best friends.
  • Minho: He's also one of my best friends.
  • You: Minho, you're only other best friends are Thomas, and Newt and it's definitely not one of them.
  • -
  • Thomas: Hey (Y/N), I heard about the guy who's in love with you.
  • You: Oh, so he's in love with me?
  • Newt: No he isnt.
  • You: Can't you shanks just admit that there is no guy. If there were, you'd at the least give me a name.
  • Thomas: Mm, no names. But you know him. *winks*
  • (walk away)
  • You: I know everyone in the bloody glade.
  • -
  • Minho: Do you want to know more about your secret admirer?
  • You: Not really.
  • Minho: And why not?
  • You: Because you shanks are playing with me.
  • -
  • Newt: You alright?
  • You: *laughs* Just doing my best to stay away from the boys and their secret admirer crap.
  • Newt: Don't think you have one?
  • You: Have you met the boys? Of course not. Besides if there were, I dont understand why he wouldn't talk to me.
  • Newt: Maybe he's afraid you won't like him back.
  • You: How will he ever know if he wont talk to me?
  • Newt: Give the shank a break, he's a shy one.
  • You: So you know him?
  • Newt: *under his breath* Better than you'd think.
  • -
  • You: The hints you gave me about the guy.. Are they true?
  • Minho: Yeah he's a shy dude, one of my best friends and won't shut up about you when you're not around.
  • You: I think I have a clue about who it is.
  • Minho: It's not all that hard to tell if your pay attention to the way he looks at you.
  • You: What if it's the guy I'm thinking of?
  • Minho: I think you know exactly who he is, (Y/N).
  • -
  • You: Guess what? I found out who the secret admirer is.
  • Newt: Oh..how?
  • You: Doesn't matter. Do you think now I know he'll grow a pair and ask me out?
  • Newt: If he does, will you say yes?
  • You: Only if he stops referring to himself in the third person.
  • Newt: Okay (Y/N), would you like to go out with me?
  • You: Y'know I always had a thing for boys with accents.
I have often thought that the sum of who you are as a person and the state your life is in at any given moment is a lot like a long mathematical formula. The numbers in it are the key people and events that have shaped you as a person and the symbols represent how they affected you. Sometimes they will add to you and sometimes they will take away from you… Sometimes they divide you and other times they will multiply your happiness greatly… And so, the answer at the end of all that is the person you are and the value your life holds to you as of that moment… And just like in mathematics, that end result is the sum of all that came before it; all those people and events and the various ways they affected your life up until that point. If you were to look back and imagine changing any one of them – or even removing them from the equation altogether – you can see exactly how the remaining factors would have affected you and know just how different you would have been in the end…
When I look at my life and its events laid out in order, I not only see the overwhelmingly positive affect that meeting you had on me as a person – I also notice something else… something quite profound.
There was a point not long after you came into my life where I had a lot taken from me. It was a great loss and it reduced me to one of the lowest points in my life… And when I look back on it and I remove you from the equation; if I look at the value my life would have held at that point… I see that without you – it would have been nothing…
And I guess what I’m trying to say in a very roundabout way is….
I think you saved my life.

the guy playing Shadow in the new American Gods tv series looks like the kind of person i would want to pat me on the shoulder and softly tell me everything is going to be okay

BTS Saying they love you for the first time

Request: Could you please do one where BTS say I love you for the first time?

Hope you like it! :) 


Jin: 

You were on one of your first dates which was in an unknown little cafe that Jin knew no one really knew about so you could freely enjoy yourselves there without being scared of saesangs. As you were talking Jin would notice how cute and attractive you were when just talking about mundane things such as how your day went. In that moment Jin would softly smile to himself before speaking his mind aloud.

“I love you.” 

Originally posted by jjilljj

Rapmon: 

You and Namjoon were in his room and he was showing you some of the songs he was working on. As you were quietly listening and admiring his work Namjoon was admiring you. Seeing you appreciate his music and music in general made him realise how much of a perfect match you two were. Namjoon was examining you when you suddenly began bobbing your head to the music without realising which made Namjoon chuckle to himself.

“Moments like these make me realise why I love you.”

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Suga:

It would take him ages before he is able to finally say the words to you since he finds it so difficult to share his feelings so openly. He’d say it at the most random time. Like when you were cuddling on the sofa as a boring show played on the TV. He would notice you slowly become sleepy as you snuggle in deeper into his neck. He would see all of your features and he would feel his stomach erupting in butterflies, something that doesn’t happen very often and before he knew it a smile crawled onto his face.

“…I love you so damn much.” 

Originally posted by chimchams

J-Hope: 

You were hanging out together just talking and joking around as usual. He would say some random joke and you would erupt in laughter because seeing him smile alone would make you happy. He would on the other hand just stare at your smile and would realise that all it took for him to be happy was seeing you happy, in that moment he wanted you to know what a big impact you make on him since he wanted you to know how important you were to him.

“Loving you is all I need.” 

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Jimin:

Jimin would tell you how much he loves you all the time, almost everything you did made him fall for you even more and he wasn’t embarrassed to tell you how much he loved you. The first time he ever said it was when he dropped you off near your house, as you were beginning to walk away he felt a sudden urge to let you know how much you mean to him.

“You know I love you right?”

Originally posted by minblush

Jungkook: 

Since he is still young he’d find it quiet embarrassing to tell you. He’d have pretty bad timing as he would over think it too much. When you two were spending the day together all he would be thinking about is how to tell you and when and how because he knew it was time. He would zone out a lot more than usual and he’d randomly become red. As you were talking he’d just blurt it out interrupting you unintentionally as he just wanted it out of his system. 

“I love you!”

Originally posted by ken-z-the-aesthetic-queen

V:

You were visiting the dorms and decided to both cook for the others together. As you were cooking you would occasionally scold him as he is very hopeless when it comes to cooking. However you would also keep on praising him as it was so easy to notice how hard and sincerely he was trying to help. As you were getting one of the ingredients his face would light up as he admired how you tolerated his randomness and playfulness. He could just see how well you worked together. With a huge grin on his face he would let you know exactly what he was thinking.

“You make it so easy to love you.”

Originally posted by kimthwriter


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Your Move

The nine times Simon and Baz prank each other and the one time they don’t

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Epilogue

April 1

Simon

I find the letter at the foot of my bed when I wake up.

 

Simon,

 

I don’t know exactly how to say this

I’ve been sitting here staring at the blank page for ten minutes

Why did you have to be the Mage’s Heir?

I wish this didn’t have to be so hard to say

Crowley, this is ridiculous

We’ve lived together all this time and

Bet you thought I hated you

I don’t hate you

I can’t even explain what I

Why did we have to be enemies?

Fuck it.

 

I love you Simon Snow.

 

Baz

He finds me outside the dining hall, and when he storms towards me I see the letter in his hand. I brace myself.

Simon

“When did you even write this?” I begin.

           Baz looks taken aback.  “What does that have to do with anything?”

           “And why did you have to write it today?”

           “It’s April Fool’s Day, Snow,” he tells me, “or did you forget already?”

           “That’s just it,” I say, my voice getting louder. “Why would you write something like this on a day where it could be a prank?”

           “For exactly that reason.”

           “Well, what am I supposed to think?”

           He gives me a look.  “Think whatever you want, Snow,” he shrugs, “I’ve made my move, just focus on making yours.”

           I glare up at him a second longer.  His eyes are gray and deep and almost sad.

           His mouth is right there, and his lips look soft like his hair.

           I wonder if he’s noticed where I’m looking.

Baz

I wonder if he’ll reach up…

           Or if I’ll have to reach down…

           Or if I’m even brave enough…

Simon

I’m not brave enough.

           I step back while I still can, before I’ve been staring at his mouth too long or before one of us closes the distance.

           I wish I had some sort of parting phrase, something more eloquent than “fuck you”, but I don’t.

           So I turn and walk away, feeling his eyes bore into my back, feeling that same magnetic tension I’d felt when I’d left him to cry away his own nightmares.

           I wait until I’m around the corner before I start running.

Baz

Maybe a love letter is a lame April Fool’s Day prank, but when else am I supposed to tell him? When else would he take it with a grain of salt?

           Except he didn’t take it with a grain of salt, even today.

           I hope it makes him hate me.  I hope he burns it in front of me.  I hope he makes me burn it with my own fire.

           I wish he would just break my heart and leave it at that.

           Because the only thing worse than knowing he hates me is not knowing.

Simon

I could have kissed him.

           I wanted to kiss him.

           Why?

           I’m outside when I run out of breath and I lean against an ivy-covered wall before pulling my phone out of my pocket and dialing Penny’s number.

           “Hello?”

           “Penny?”

           “Hey Simon, what’s up?”

           I squeeze my eyes shut.  “You’ve got to help me.”

           “Why, what’s wrong?”

           “I…”

           “What?”

           “I almost kissed Baz.”

Penelope

I find Simon sitting on the ground against a wall, and the grass is wet but I join him anyway and wait for him to speak.

           “What’s wrong with me, Penny?”

           I shoot him a look.  “Nothing’s wrong with you, Simon,” I assure him, “you’re just scared.”

           “Baz hates me.”

           I don’t answer.

           “And I hate him, right?”

           “If you have to ask me, then you probably don’t.”

           “But I must,” he insists, “I always have.”

           “Things change.”

           “Not this.”

           “Where is this even coming from?” I ask.  He hands me a folded slip of paper.  A letter, and even though it’s not signed, it’s clear who wrote it.  

           “It was on my bed this morning.”

           “You do realize this is probably a prank, right?”

           “But that’s just it,” he sits forward urgently, “I can’t tell.”

           “Simon,” I tell him firmly, “if he does feel this way, then what better day to tell you than on a day you might not realize it’s true?”

           “But why wouldn’t he want me to realize?”

           “Oh, I don’t know,” I scoff, “maybe because you’ve been mortal enemies your whole life and he’s supposed to kill you and it would be bad enough if he thought you hated him but even worse if you didn’t?”

           He doesn’t respond, weighing the possibility in his mind.

           “Quick question.”

           “What?”

           “Who almost kissed whom?”

           He shakes his head.  “I’m not really sure anymore.”

           “Did you want to kiss him?”

           It’s a long moment before he gives the slightest of nods.  “Why would I want that, Penny?”

           I put a hand on his knee.  “Oh, Si,” I murmur sympathetically, “you know why.”

Baz

I only go to the room for a minute after lunch to grab a jacket, but when I get there, there’s a note on my bed.

Baz,

 

I love you too.

 

Simon

Of course I do.  How could I have doubted for a second that I did?

Baz

I avoid him for the rest of the day, spending most of it wandering the catacombs and when that gets boring, the Wavering Wood.  I climb to the top of the highest tree I can find and close my eyes, trying to remember how it felt yesterday.

           I don’t know if I should be reading into the note or not, but that’s probably my own fault.  I did it to him, so he did it to me, all on the one day of the year dedicated to practical jokes.

           Yet neither of us have actually said April Fool’s.

           I wait as long as I can to return to our room for the night, and by then it’s dark already.  Simon doesn’t appear to have come up yet, but the window is open, so he must have been here since I found his note.

           As I stare at the window, something dark and long swoops through the outside air lazily.

           I venture closer, and it swings by again, but this time I see what it is.  A dragon’s tail.

           Part of me wants to yank it hard and send him tumbling (his wings would save him anyway, no harm done), but I just poke my head out the window and find Simon on the roof, his tail dangling over the edge.

           “What in Merlin’s name are you doing up there?”

           “Turns out I like high places,” he replies without looking at me.  I should go back inside (I don’t have anything else to say), but the sky is clear tonight and the moon is hitting his curls in a new way and I could study them for hours.

           “What are you looking at?” he asks when he catches me staring.

           I shake myself out of my trance.  “Nothing,” I say, ducking to retreat back in.

           “You should come up.”

           “What?”

           “Up here, it’s a great view.”

           “I can see just fine from here, Snow.”

           “Yeah, but…” he trails off, still gazing out over the grounds, “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

           “You can come down if you want to talk to me.”

           “Where’s the fun in that?”  He shoots me a shy smile like he’s not sure if it’s allowed. “Seriously, just get out here.”

           I peer over the windowsill to the moat.  “I’ll fall.”

           “No you won’t,” Simon scoffs, “I’ve seen you climb.”

           “And I fell.”

           “I’d catch you.”

           He won’t look at me again but I can tell he’s not going to take no for an answer.

           I look anywhere but down or at him as I scramble over the sill and up onto the roof, not taking the offered hand but not slapping it away either as I might have done yesterday.

           One almost-kiss and you’d think the world was turned upside-down.

           Well, two almost-kisses.

           I settle into place beside him, anchoring my feet so I won’t slide down the angled roof.  It’s really not the most comfortable position, and the night air is colder up here, but now that I’m here I can see what he was talking about.  The Wood is like a quilt draped over the land and the hills roll like waves into the distance.  “Not a bad view,” I concede.

           “Told you.”

           “It would be a shame if I were to push you off the roof right now.”

           “You won’t.”

           “You sure?”

           “Yes.”

           “Why?”

           “You just won’t.”

           I should, just to prove him wrong. Yesterday I might have.

           “Baz?”

           “Yes?”

           “Why haven’t we teamed up before?”

           I give a dark laugh.  “It might have something to do with being mortal enemies.”

           “Is that what we are?”

           “Well, it’s no secret that the Old Families want me to kill you.”

           “So why haven’t you?”

           “Are you getting impatient, Snow?”

           “You’ve had every opportunity, but even the times that you have legitimately tried, you’ve ended up saving me.”

           “I’ll make a note to stop doing that.”

           “Please don’t.”

           “I doubt we’d make a very good team, Snow,” I chuckle quietly.

           He looks genuinely curious.  “Why not?”

           “I think there has to be a certain level of trust in a team.”

           “I trust you.”

           I raise an incredulous eyebrow at him.  “I sold you out to a goblin yesterday, and now you trust me?”

           “It seems that way.”

           “Maybe that’s the reason we wouldn’t make a good team, because of your horrible decision-making skills.”

           Simon just laughs.  “You weren’t actually trying to kill me, and besides, look how it turned out.”

           My mind jumps straight to the almost-kiss at the top of the tree and I’m suddenly grateful for the darkness hiding my blush. “What do you mean?”

           “You killing that goblin,” he practically gushes, “that was incredible!”

           I shrug.  “Goblins are stupid, it wasn’t exactly difficult.”

           “Exactly. Imagine if we’d teamed up years ago, the Insidious Humdrum would be long gone by now.”

           “How boring our lives would be.”

           “We wouldn’t have to be enemies.”

           I look down at my legs.  “We’d still have to be enemies.”

           “We could be unlikely friends.”

           “No we couldn’t.”

           He glances at me carefully.  “Maybe not,” he agrees after a pause.

           Maybe he could be alright with friends, but I don’t know if I ever could.

           Fuck the Families.  Fuck the Mage.  Fuck the roles we’ve been given and the parts we have to play.  Fuck it all.  I just want you, Simon Snow.

           “Baz?”

           “Hm?”

           “Why did you have to write that letter today?”

           I don’t know if I’m shivering from the cold or the question, or both.  “I’ve already told you why.”

           “Why couldn’t you have written it tomorrow?”

           I cast him a sideways glance.  “You know that April Fool’s Day isn’t the one designated day of the year that I’m able to lie to you, right?  Saying it any other day wouldn’t make it true.”

           “If it were true,” he says slowly, “today would be the perfect day to say it without the risk of being taken seriously, right?”

           I shrug carefully.  “I suppose.”

           “Baz?”

           “What?”

           He looks me right in the eye.  “Did you mean it?”

           I hold his gaze.  “Why are you expecting the truth?”

           “Because I trust you.”

           “That’s right, I’d forgotten.”

           He waits expectantly.

           “It doesn’t matter what I say,” I sigh, “you won’t believe me.”  It’s the grave I’ve dug myself.

           “Baz?”

           I don’t answer, just meet his eyes.

           “Did you ever consider,” he murmurs, “even for a moment, the possibility that your letter would mean something to me?”

           I don’t speak, I can’t.

           “Or that maybe my note wasn’t a prank?”

           I gulp.  “The thought crossed my mind, but it was too ridiculous to entertain.”

           He shifts fractionally closer but I can already feel the energy start to crackle between us.  “It’s not that ridiculous.”

           “What are you saying?”

           Simon’s eyes are dark like indigo, his hair framed by the moon behind him.  “I think…”

           I can’t breathe as I wait for him to finish.

Simon

I don’t know if I can say it.  Writing it down is one thing, but saying it face-to-face, and this close…

           Baz’s eyes are silver, illuminated by the moon behind me.

 

Baz

“Do you know why I woke you from the nightmares?” he says suddenly, and I want to slap him for changing the subject.  (And then kiss his cheek.)  (And then kiss his mouth.)

           “Because I was keeping you from your beauty rest?”

           “Because you were scared, and… it hurt me to see you hurting like that.”

           He won’t look at me again, and I want to take his chin in my hand and make him meet my eye, but I stay still and wait.

           “When you had the nightmares,” he eventually continues, “you didn’t just say no a lot.”

           I already know where this is going.  “What else did I say?”

           “My name.  Simon.”

           Figures.  “I was afraid of that,” I nod.

           “Can I ask what you were dreaming about?”

           It takes a long time for me to answer.  “I had to kill you.”

           “And did you?”

           Just the thought brings tears to my eyes.

           “You don’t have to…”

           “Yes.  I did.” He’s silent as I take a ragged breath. “That’s why it’s my worst nightmare. I know I’ve been told all my life that I have to kill you, but if it ever really came to it, I want to think that I’d be brave enough to refuse.  But in my nightmares, I always give in.  Sometimes you kill me at the same time, and then at least I know I won’t have to carry on living in a world without you…”

“After I woke you,” he says a minute later, his voice getting quieter and quieter, “I hated myself for what I’d done to you.  I wanted to comfort you, to hold you until you fell asleep again, but I was too afraid.  When I walked away, it was like someone was ripping a piece out of me, and then I hated myself even more.  I thought the feeling would go away, but it didn’t.”  He looks me in the eye, and he looks terrified.  “It still hasn’t.”

He’s only inches away.  There’s tears in his eyes to match mine.  

“I think…” Simon moves even closer, “I think I meant what I wrote.”

My heart goes quiet, but I’ve never felt more alive.

“I know,” I whisper, “that I meant what I wrote.”

It’s taking everything in me right now not to fall against him.

I don’t miss his eyes as they flicker to my mouth and back up. When he speaks it’s less than a breath. “May I…”

“Please.”

He takes a handful of my shirt and pulls me down to him.

Simon

Baz tastes like citrus and wood smoke and I’m immediately lost in the scent.  His mouth is softer than I could have imagined and I want to be gentle, to move slowly, but I can’t stop myself from opening his mouth with mine.  I feel his sigh vibrate against my chin as I deepen the kiss and oh, it’s not enough.  I want to hear every sound he has, to explore every inch of him, to stay here forever discovering.  I know right now that I’ll never get enough.

Baz

Simon kisses me like he’s starving, like he can’t get enough, yet he’s gentle.  His mouth is slow and deep, and my hand is in his curls before I even know what I’m doing, angling his head and moving slow, like we have nothing but time.  The tears are spilling over from my eyes and I can feel the moisture of his own tears on his cheeks, but we’re both kissing through our grins, giddy and desperate for more.

Simon

Breaking away from him is like pulling the plug on life support, but he stays no more than a breath away.

“Are you shaking?” I whisper.

“It’s cold up here, Simon,” he murmurs back.  “Not everyone has an internal furnace like you apparently do.”

I grin and wrap my wings around the two of us.  “Call me that again.”

He presses a gentle kiss to my mouth.  “Simon,” he breathes, and I can’t stop myself from pulling him in again.

Baz keeps whispering my name between kisses, and I keep falling more and more in love with him.

First Time for Everything

Request: Can you do a one about the first time the boys call batmom “mom” plz :3

I wrote a part two to this which is here

                                                       Dick

The first time Dick called you mom you and Bruce weren’t even married yet.  It was kind of a surprise.  Bruce had decided that he wanted you to meet all his sons, and Dick was the only one to voluntarily do so.

You two spent the day together and it was definitely fun.  So when you had to leave, Dick wrapped himself around and said “Bye mom!” And then he realized what he just said.  And oh was he embarrassed.  He started getting flustered and stuttering over an apology.

You just laughed it off and hugged him.  “Dick it’s ok.  I’m honored that you see me as a motherly figure.”  After the he just called you mom from then on out.  

                                                        Tim

By the time Tim called you mom you and Bruce were married.  When he called you mom it was pretty hilarious.  When said it he was barely awake.  He had been staying up really late, and knowing him you knew he needed coffee.  So you brought him some.  

Or at least you tried to.  By the time you got there he had fallen asleep.  So you decided to take him to bed.  It took a lot of work dragging him into bed, but you eventually did it.  

You kissed him on the forehead and were about to leave, but then he grabbed onto your wrist.  All you could hear was him whisper “I love you Mommy.”  And then he went back to sleeping.  At least not for long cause your laughing woke him up.

                                                      Damian

You never really thought that Damian would ever get around to seeing you as his mom, or anywhere near that.  Surprisingly it ended up happening.  At a really bad time.

The boys had gone out to patrol, leaving you home alone.  You were in the kitchen when you had been knocked out.  Next thing you knew, you were blindfolded and tied up somewhere.  Your blindfold was removed to reveal that Talia Al Ghul had taken you.  

“You are ruining everything.  You are taking MY beloved.”  she sneered at you.  She lunged to attack you but stopped when  a cry was heard.  “MOTHER!”  Damian had showed up.  It hurt that he saw only Talia as his mother.  But you understood.  Talia walked to her son, only to be pushed away.  Damian ran to you and untied you.  “Mother are you ok?”

You were shocked.  Not as much as Talia.  She was shocked that you were able to ruin even her son.  He hugged you and whispered, “I was worried that we would not find you.”

You felt pride.  Pride in the fact that you were able to show your son love he never had.  Pride that he saw you as his mother.  

                                                       Jason

It didn’t really seem like Jason liked you.  At all.  You tried your best to get him to tolerate you at the least, but it was hard when he was never around.  It had been longer than usual, which worried you.  

You went to his apartment to check on him.  You unlocked the door and went in, dropping everything when you heard his anguished screams.  Running into his room, you saw him thrashing around on the bed and sounding as if he was in pain.  

Sliding into his bed, you cradled his body, softly calling out his name.  He gasped and sat up, looking at you in disbelief.  “Mom?”  God he sounded so small and all you could do was  hug reassure him that you were here. He sobbed, and all you could think was how Jason had finally accepted you as his mother.  

A/N: So I wasn’t exactly sure if anon wanted an imagine or a oneshot so I did it to my best of knowledge.  Also I don’t really know what’s happening with Tumblr mobile, so if its glitchy idk. 

❝ I Promise... ❞

Plot: You’re being bullied at your school but rapmon doesn’t know, but when one day he decides to surprise you and pick you up, he sees you get bullied and saves you

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Words count: 1,8k+

Genre: Angst and fluff

For anon, I hope you like it! 

-kyu.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

Originally posted by yoonseok

Is there anything that’s perfect? Body, grades, life? This was something that weighed heavy on your mind. It wasn’t something odd to think about at your age but it was something weird to be thinking off around 2am in the morning. Turning for the for nth time, you finally drifted to sleep but was pulled out of your sleep by the sound of your alarm clock. Your daily routine kicked in which involved; brushing teeth, bathing, getting dressed, sorting out hair and then looking at your phone for your morning message.

From Joonie

Have fun at school today baby. I will see you later at the studio. Love you lots.

‘School…’ You sigh heavily as you look at the purplish bruise on your inner arm, ‘How fun.’

Getting on the bus, you sank deep into your seat and put on your earphones. The calming music vibrated into your ears as you looked out the window at the moving scenery. The morning bus drives were always your favourite thing during the day, apart from seeing Namjoon. Tapping your finger melodically on your thigh, you felt your earphones begin ripped out.

Here we go, The thought rang through your mind.

‘Morning brat.’ A familiar voice sneered, ‘Did you sleep well?’

‘Y-yes, Jihoon.’ You stutter, looking down in your lap.

‘Speak louder you idiot! Someone of us aren’t used to mouse talk.’ Lee Jihoon, your classmate and personal bully, asked.

‘Yes!’ Your voice more firm.

‘Ooooo look at that, little miss mouse has a bite.’ Jihoon pushed your head, resulting in it hitting the widow slightly as the bus came to a stop, ‘Well see you later mouse.’

Grabbing your things, you all but ran out the bus. Truth be told, you hated attending school, well just the current one you were attending at the moment. You never understood why you were bullied, you never bothered anyone. You did as you were told and moved on with life. Rubbing your head, you bumped into someone which caused you too freeze

‘Jihoon?’ The voice asked and instantly calmed you down.

‘Do you even have to ask.’ You sigh looking up at your best friend, Yerim.

‘I don’t understand why you don’t just report them, Y/N.’ She huffed.

‘Because if I do that then they will be more angry.’ You reasoned, looking at the bruise in your inner wrist.

‘Has Namjoon seen that?’ Yerim asked with a raised brow.

‘No and he will never see it.’ You pull down your jersey sleeve and walked to class.

The bruise was given to you a few days ago by Jihoon and his band of misfits. It was still slightly sore but only when force was used by that hand. One would say it was unethical for a boy to bully a girl, but it wasn’t just him. Within the group there were four girls who made your life a living hell. Peace couldn’t even be achieved in the bathroom because they would be around.

From Joonie

Was the bus ride fun?

To Joonie

Same old same old, could have been better.

From Joonie

Are you okay, babe? You sound offish.

To Joonie

I am okay baby, I have to go to class. See you later ^^

Locking your phone, you slipped it into your backpack to only hear a snicker behind you, ‘How cute. Busy telling the boyf about your day?’

‘Yes.’ Your response short as you tried to walk pass them but only to be shoved into the wall.

‘Hey hold up, what’s the rush buttercup?’ Seunghee asked, ‘It must be so burdensome to be a student while your boyfriend is already an adult. Talk about being a babysitter.’ The others laughed at the comment, ‘Are you sure he isn’t paid by your parents to look after you, so you don’t  go running into moving traffic?’

Just then the bell rang and you bolted from the scene before they could rip into you anymore. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes as you sat in class. The day dragged with lessons and hourly bully checks. Eventually the final bell rang and you were on the bus towards Namjoon. Getting off you sighed, you were exhausted mentally and physically. Your back still hurt from being thrown into the wall earlier.

‘Babe!’ Your prince beamed.

‘Hey Joonie.’ You smile as he came to hug you, you just placed your hand on his chest, ‘Ahhh no hugs.’

‘What?’ Why?’ He asked with a raised brow? ‘I haven’t seen you all day.’

He pouted at the rejection while a little chuckle left your lips, ‘I hmmmm just had gym so I am all sweaty. Do you want a sweaty hug?’

‘It’s not like I haven’t been sweaty with you before.’ A naughty grimace spread upon his face as the dimples appeared.

‘Namjoon!’ You hit his chest playfully to only wince at the pain that shot up your arm, ‘Ahh!’

‘What?’ He grabbed your arm, ‘Baby are you okay?’

‘No no, just my wrist.’

‘Are you hurt?’

He was about to lift your sleeve before you ripped it from his touch, ‘No it’s nothing. I am sure I just hit you in a weird manner. Probably from those sculpted pecks.’

‘Ha ha ha, very funny,’ He now held your clothed wrist delicately, placing a soft kiss on it, ‘Are you sure you okay?’

‘My wrist is fine.’ You reassured.

He took your face in his hands and caressed your cheeks with his thumbs, ‘I am talking about you in general, not your wrist baby girl. You have been very offish for the past few days. Is everything good? Home? School?’ He looked deep into your eyes, ‘You know you can tell me anything, Y/N.’

At that moment you wanted to spill everything out to him. You wanted to scream out your irritations and frustrations to the world. But you rather not tell him. He was your boyfriend, not your counsellor. Sighing, you placed a delicate kiss on his lips before breaking apart and giving him the biggest smile you could ever muster.

‘I am okay, baby.’ You said for the nth time, ‘But I have to go home now.’

‘But you just got here!’ He whined.

‘I have tons of school work.’ You stated, ‘I am sorry. But I will see you this weekend, okay?’

‘Why not tomorrow?’

‘I might finish late and I rather not take the bus.’

With that, you said your goodbyes and split ways. Truth be the matter, you just didn’t want to tell him you might be late due to the issues at school because he would want to know why and all that. Arriving at home, you took some meds and went straight to bed. The evening sky was quickly replaced with the morning one. Soon the daily routine kicked in. Bus bullying, scolding from best friend but you tired your best avoiding your offenders.

Walking, you suddenly tripped due to someone, ‘Some would say you are avoiding us Y/N-ah.’

‘And we don’t like being avoided.’ Seunghee added, bending down and tilting your chin up, ‘I’m sure you are used to that feeling though.’

‘Wh-why are you all doing this?’ Your voice cracked, a car pulling up in the parking lot a few feet away.

‘Ahhhh it’s fun?’ Jihoon questioned, a person emerging from the sleek car and walking towards the group of people, ’Does that qualify as a viable answer?’

‘I would say so.’ Another chuckled, ‘Unless you want a soppy answer. Do you want a soppy answer?’

You remained silent, ‘Well do you?!’

‘Y-yes.’ Your voice shook at the force in Seunghee’s question.

‘Look at that, she is actually talking back.’ She pushed you down before standing up.

Your body was in pain. Your back still ached from yesterday and your wrist was on fire due to having to hold yourself up. Picking yourself up, you no longer lay down but sat up straight and looked up towards them. They were once your friends, people you cared about when you were younger but something changed. You weren’t sure and you knew they would never tell you because they left you all alone. Attending school with the people you once cared for was something that was the toughest for you.

‘What? All talk and no bark?’ Jihoon sneered.

‘Maybe she needs a lesson, Hoon-ah.’ Seunghee urged.

‘Or maybe you all need a hit in the head.’ A voice broke the conversation, causing your heart to sink into your chest and them to turn their heads towards the person.

’N-namjoon?’ You asked.

‘Get the fuck away from Y/N!’ Your boyfriend threatened.

‘And what if we don’t?’ Jihoon stood up from himself, ‘Not like you can do anything about it, ahjussi.’

Before Namjoon could make a logical thought in his head, his first went ramming into the younger males face. Jihoon flew to the floor due to the impact that was applied to his cheek, ‘The next person to talk ill towards me gets something way worse then that punch, do you hear me?’

‘Y-yes.’ The others stuttered.

‘I am your senior and elder, show some respect you punks!’ He spat, ‘Next time I see anyone of you around Y/N or even looking at her, I will personally end you. Understood?’ They all nodded, ‘Now beat it before things get ugly.’

With shuffled footwork, they ran down the halls as you tried to get up, ‘Ah..AH!’

‘Wait wait baby,’ He picked you up in bridal style, ‘Let me help you.’

‘What are you doing here?’ You asked as he placed you down on a bench, and took a seat.

‘I wanted to come fetch you since you said you didn’t wanna take the late bus, and it’s a good thing I did,’ He looked at you, ‘What was all that?’

‘Nothing, just friends being friends.’

‘Y/N, I maybe a few years out of school but I ain’t that old to know that those weren’t friends. Are you being bullied?’

‘I would say casual teasing.’ You said softly.

‘Casual teasing doesn’t have one on the floor, thats called physical assault.’ He corrected, ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’

‘I don’t know…’ The lie seemed to sound more real then anything.

‘So suffering in silence was your best option?’ He asked with a raised brow, ‘Listen to me Y/N Y/L/N, I am your boyfriend.’

‘Exactly you are my boyf-’

‘A boyfriend that wants to protect and keep you safe. I can’t do that when you keep things from me, so promise me something.’

‘What?’

‘Promise me you will tell me anything that is troubling you. Whether its friends, family or life. I need to know because what if I didn’t come at the time that I did, imagine what would have happened?! How could I live with myself knowing that something like that happened right under my nose-’

Namjoon was shut up by your soft lips on his. Within seconds, his plump ones kissed you back with the utter most delicate touch. Enveloping yours, you placed a hand on his knee and gave it a reassign squeeze before pulling apart and pressing your foreheads together and whispering softly.

‘I promise…’

anonymous asked:

Wow thank you for posting that! It's actually pretty funny to imagine Steve at a con, being surrounded by all these people dressed up as people he works with. I actually did know about Steve's job as an artist for Captain America comics, but I'd never heard of Tony cosplaying as himself? How does that work? Do people just assume he's a normal guy and totally not the real superhero that he looks exactly like?

Oh, my dear anon, please allow me to tell you about Iron Man v1 #72. You can tell even before you read it that it is THE BEST COMIC because its title is “Convention of Fear!” with an exclamation point and everything. (Okay, it’s not actually the best comic, but it’s pretty funny.) And, yes, people assume he’s just a regular guy and totally not the real Iron Man. 

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roseslights  asked:

follow up to the last anon imagine tho allura's like "lesbian? That's the prettiest name I've ever heard!!!" She incorporates it into her title "Hello, I am Allura, lesbian princess of Altea," the paladins don't have the heart to tell her that's not exactly how you would use the word but other alien species have no clue what it means. They think it's some sort of title and diplomacy has never gone smoother. ("She's not just a princess, she's a /lesbian/ princess! She must be really powerful!!")

im gonna cry i LOVE this, l o l

anonymous asked:

I had... a TERRIBLE THOUGHT. So dark can bend and twist the reality around him right right so what if he can change his appearance even if its just for a short time, and imagine if he makes himself look like dr iplier (dark being a social manipulator would know exactly how to impersonate him) and the host comes into the doctors office and they chat for a little while and the host is all relaxed and nice and while hes vulnerable dark strikes

Okay but consider:

The Host sits in Dr. Iplier’s office, guard down and relaxed, content to chatter quietly about Wilford and Bim’s most recent tv antics. And Dr. Iplier hums here and there, fond smile adorning his face, eyes so very warm.

He’s changing his bandage, gentle hands ghosting across the Host’s cheeks, lightly brushing against his hair. The Host purrs, practically melting into his touch. The doctor ties off the fresh cloth around his eyes, wiping the old blood off his cheeks and then rinsing it off his own hands.

And then he comes back, carefully takes the Host’s chin in his hand and the sudden, terrible pain that hits him at the contact takes him by surprise. He tries to flinch away, but Dr. Iplier holds tight, his grip tightening. There’s a terrible ringing in the air and a chill courses through the Host’s spine when the temperature drops. He can’t see it, but he knows that the color in the room is bleeding away, replaced by grays and blacks.

It’s still Dr. Iplier holding onto his chin, the warmth in his eyes overtaken with something too close to mocking, and it’s Dr. Iplier, voice warped and echoing, who says,

“Oh my dear Host, if only there was someone who loved you.”

Scratch - Part 2 - (Steve x Reader)

Originally posted by naih-reedus

Summary: (Y/N) and Steve have been best friends since New York, so when when they are both going through a dry spell they agree to a friends with benefits relationship.

A/N: I’m really enjoying writing this series. I think it might be because it’s one of the more lighthearted ones I’ve written. Not that I don’t promise to toy with your emotions later on, but for the most part it fun to write.

Warnings: light smut I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Part 1

“How was the mission,” Nat asks not looking up from the television as I made my way into the living area of the compound.

“No questions until I’ve slept for at least a week,” I mumble letting my duffle hit the floor rather loudly.

“That bad,” Steve says from somewhere in the kitchen.

I glare at him as I slowly walk closer to where he stood and without saying a word take the beer he was holding in his hand and take a long swig.

“You know what,” I say stepping away from him. “I think I might take a shower first. I’ve had this itch I just can’t seam to reach,” a small smirk finds its way to my lips when I see Steve’s hand move to readjust his jeans. “Hopefully a long hot shower will help get rid of it.”

“Don’t forget,” Nat calls out. “Fury expects you to call in with your report by seven.”

“Don’t worry,” I say backing out of the room. “Five hours should be enough to get over this itch.”

Steve was giving me a stern look as I took another sip of the beer I had taken from him. Before I was out of sight I quickly winked at him and turned around to make my way to my room.

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ASD alternatives to ‘Danse gets a boner over modding’ headcanons

- Sole asks Danse a generic power armour question and suddenly he’s infodumping like mad and they’re quickly realising that the question may have been a mistake.

- “Danse, you either let me modify this rifle on my own or you get out of the workshop” muffled agreement followed by twitching and grumbling as Sole uses the impractical adhesive AGAIN.

- Dislikes Sole picking up junk because they always pick up the WRONG junk. It would be much more beneficial if they took to scavenging more military-grade circuit boards and less teddy bears.

- Danse spending all day (and sometimes all night) working on power armour/weapons when he’s not out with Sole. He often forgets to eat or get enough sleep because he becomes so engrossed, so Sole has to ask Codsworth to pester him out of his daze every once in a while.

- Doesn’t always understand that when someone compliments his laser rifle, they don’t necessarily want an in-depth description of exactly how it functions at maximum efficiency.

- Is very proud of all of his modifications and eagerly indulges Sole in the exact process of improving each item. Sole happily encourages him despite barely understanding anything that he’s saying.

- “Danse, its 4 in the morning, go to sleep” “No, I’m sorry, I’m pretty sure I didn’t imagine that dent in the left thigh plate of my power armour, I need to perform a full examination of the surface for clarification”

- Becoming firm friends with Sturges and spending most of his time at sanctuary in the workshop with him, comparing notes and generally tinkering with whatever they’ve managed to find in the wasteland. Lots of special interest bonding involving gruff duets to diamond city radio songs as they work, rigorous testing of every power armour model, and most likely mild drinking competitions.

The Muse - The Cosplay Competition

After you were akumatized, people began to cosplay as the Colormancer in conventions. Alya and Marinette selected the best ones, and after a competition, this was the winner. You could see the person had made some artistic changes to the outfit, but you had to admit they had outdone themselves making an outfit about the exact moment the Colormancer absorbed the colors from something or someone.