life is too short to waste it with fighting all the time

House Rules (M)

Originally posted by nnochu

Summary: Frustration over recent political changes sets you off, and your loving husband helps you see the error of your ways.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 7,492

Warning: Dom!Yoongi, husband/wife relationship, teasing, punishment, edging, ass play, dirty talk, political themes

A/N: I could probably add more warnings. Rest assured, this is not vanilla. Enjoy!

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Sisters in the snow

posted by reddit user MCDexX

I remember it like it was yesterday, although it was decades ago.

My sister and I had been fighting again, like we did so often, like I suspect most sisters do at that age.

This fight got more heated than usual. I screamed an obscenity at my sister before turning to storm out of the room, but then my neck suddenly whipped back painfully and I realised she was yanking my hair. In pain and shock, I spun around and slapped her hard across the face.

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Part four of my quotes collection is dedicated to the artists! This one is a little bit longer, but this is because there were so many good artists and quotes I couldn’t pick a select few. As always, I hope you enjoy these quotes!

Leonardo da Vinci

  • “You can have no dominion greater or less than that over yourself.”
  • “Learning never exhausts the mind.”
  • “Time abides long enough for those who make use of it.”
  • “It’s easier to resist at the beginning than at the end.”
  • “I love those who can smile in trouble, who can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. ‘Tis the business of little minds to shrink, but they whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves their conduct, will pursue their principles unto death.”

Vincent van Gogh

  • “What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?”
  • “Great things are done by a series of small things brought together.”
  • “The way to know life is to love many things.”
  • “Even the knowledge of my own fallibility cannot keep me from making mistakes. Only when I fall do I get up again.”
  • “One must work and dare if one really wants to live.”
  • “It is better to be high-spirited even though one makes more mistakes, than to be narrow-minded and all too prudent.”
  • “The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others.”
  • “Do not quench your inspiration and your imagination; do not become the slave of your model.”
  • “Love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well.”
  • “As we advance in life it becomes more and more difficult, but in fighting the difficulties the inmost strength of the heart is developed.”

Florence Scovel Shinn

  • “Every great work, every big accomplishment, has been brought into manifestation through holding to the vision, and often just before the big achievement, comes apparent failure and discouragement.”
  • “You will be a failure, until you impress the subconscious with the conviction you are a success. This is done by making an affirmation which 'clicks.'”

Camille Pissarro

  • “It is absurd to look for perfection.”
  • “Everything is beautiful, all that matters is to be able to interpret.”
  • “Don’t be afraid in nature: one must be bold, at the risk of having been deceived and making mistakes.”
  • “When you do a thing with your whole soul and everything that is noble within you, you always find your counterpart.”

Pablo Picasso

  • “Inspiration exists, but it has to find us working.”
  • “Action is the foundational key to all success.”
  • “Everything you can imagine is real.”
  • “Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone.”
  • “I am always doing that which I cannot do, in order that I may learn how to do it.”
  • “He can who thinks he can, and he can’t who thinks he can’t. This is an inexorable, indisputable law.”
  • “Our goals can only be reached through a vehicle of a plan, in which we must fervently believe, and upon which we must vigorously act. There is no other route to success.”

Andy Warhol

  • “They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.”
  • “People need to be made more aware of the need to work at learning how to live because life is so quick and sometimes it goes away too quickly.”

Salvador Dali

  • “Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings.”
  • “Have no fear of perfection - you’ll never reach it.”
  • “Mistakes are almost always of a sacred nature. Never try to correct them. On the contrary: rationalize them, understand them thoroughly. After that, it will be possible for you to sublimate them.”

Georgia O’Keeffe

  • “I’ve been absolutely terrified every moment of my life - and I’ve never let it keep me from doing a single thing I wanted to do.”
  • “You get whatever accomplishment you are willing to declare.”

Artemisia Gentileschi

  • “As long as I live I will have control over my being.”

Henri Matisse

  • “Creativity takes courage.”
  • “You study, you learn, but you guard the original naïveté. It has to be within you, as desire for drink is within the drunkard or love is within the lover.”
  • “There are always flowers for those who want to see them.”
  • “He who loves, flies, runs, and rejoices; he is free and nothing holds him back.”
  • “Instinct must be thwarted just as one prunes the branches of a tree so that it will grow better.”

Corita Kent

  • “Flowers grow out of dark moments.”
  • “Life is a succession of moments, to live each one is to succeed.”
  • “Love the moment and the energy of that moment will spread beyond all boundaries.”

Michaelangelo

  • “Faith in oneself is the best and safest course.”
  • “A beautiful thing never gives so much pain as does failing to hear and see it.”
  • “There is no greater harm than that of time wasted.”
  • “The greater danger for most of us lies not in setting our aim too high and falling short; but in setting our aim too low, and achieving our mark.”
  • “Every beauty which is seen here by persons of perception resembles more than anything else that celestial source from which we all are come.”

anonymous asked:

How about the lions becoming human or whatever race with a side of langst?

Fuck yes!!!!!! Mama Blue to the rescue!!!!!! :D
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The new ability had come out of nowhere. One minute Pidge was frustrated with a new upgrade, and the next a human version of her Lion was pointing out what was wrong with the programming.
After that, a human form became available to Black, Yellow, and even Red. Green looked quite similar to Pidge’s mother, Colleen. Black explained that they chose their form based on an important female figure in their Paladin’s life, with a few differences. Like Green having bright lime colored hair and golden eyes.
The hair color matched the Lion’s metal, and all of their eyes were golden. They were a physical manifestation of their own Quintessence, while their metal bodies stayed put.
And yet, Blue still didn’t have her human form. That function was damaged, and she’d had no time to repair it since she’d been reactivated.
Lance didn’t blame her one bit, but he did feel slightly jealous every time he saw Hunk and Yellow, a bubbly yet bulky blonde reminiscent of Hunk’s mother, chatting away and baking in the kitchen or Keith actually laughing while training with Red, who may have been short and slim figured but was fast on her feet.
What really hurt, was that nobody seemed to care about it. Their Lions took his place as the friendly guy to the team. Pidge had Green to keep her active, Hunk had Yellow to soothe his anxiety, Shiro had Black to calm his flashbacks or nightmares, Keith had Red to tell him when to stop training for the day.
Nobody needed him around anymore.
Most of his time was spent in Blue’s cockpit, blurting out his frustrations and worries and fears while she hummed to him to calm him, upset she couldn’t assure his worth with words like she wished to do. He didn’t know if anybody even noticed that he was hardly around anymore, aside from missions. He kept it too himself, knowing that the Lions made his team happy, he couldn’t be selfish and beg for attention. He was raised better than that.
The tipping point was during a mission to destroy a Galran main support ship. They had formed Voltron to fight back, but that’s where everything went to Hell. An overcharged laser cannon hit Blue, inflicting horrifying damage and actually snapping the leg off of the main body. They were forced to split up, Blue returning to her previous Lion form but unable to move as her pilot wasn’t responsive.
Blue was sent flying at high speeds into a planet so very very far away from her sisters, crashing into a black ocean that felt thick and heavy against her metal skin as they sunk to the planet’s ice cold core.
Her Lance was bleeding, badly. He was burnt and sliced up from the electricity of the laser. She drew in power from the sludgy ocean and forced herself to form a human body inside her own cockpit. Fluffy, curly blue hair bounced around her tan shoulders as her slim, twiggy body smoothed out her blue t-shirt and jean shorts, grimacing at the sticky dark red liquid staining her bare feet.
Wasting no time, she hurried to where her first aid kit was stored and pulled out everything, more than a little frantic. She almost slid on the bloody floor while dashing back, but she caught herself and pulled away his armor, leaving him in his black undersuit. She’d left a working light on before she’d shifted, as it was pitch dark outside her windows, and proceeded to tend to the burns and slashes carefully.
She pulled him onto the floor with her, and tucked his head onto her chest, purring soothingly, light glinting off of her golden eyes. She tilted her head back to look at the ceiling.
She hoped her sisters found them soon.
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If you want a part two, let me know! Instead, have this Mama Blue and langst ;)
I’ve gotta go cook dinner right now, but I’ll be back in a bit!
:3

I’m a feminist because...

I’m a feminist because everyone should be.

Growing up, my parents would always tell me to be properly dressed around my brothers. Never mind that they were walking around in short boxer briefs, it was me who had to be presentable. I was the girl, after all.

In school, I was always taught that the way I dressed affected a boy’s education. I was taught that the slight peek of my shoulder was enough to get me sent to the head office. It was much too distracting, because after all, a boy’s education had to be more important than a girl’s. At least, that was what they were teaching me.

This is why I’m a feminist.

I’m a feminist because it is 2017, and when I talk about how unfair it is that a professional athlete gets to walk away from the accusation of raping a girl without a single ding to their career, I’m some sort of radical that needs to calm down. Because that poor girl’s life will never be the same, but said athlete’s career is perfectly intact.

I’m a feminist because my aunt says things like, “Oh, those feminists, they just need to shave their armpits and get over it.” Because somehow the grooming of my body hair has everything to do with the rights I’m fighting for.

I’m a feminist because people still think you must have a vagina to be considered a woman.

I’m a feminist because I am 20 years old, and when I tell people I’m not sure I want to have kids, they look at me like I just defied all womankind.

I’m a feminist because when mothers choose to work rather than stay at home with their children, they aren’t doing “enough.”

I’m a feminist because when fathers choose to stay at home with their children rather than work, they somehow aren’t as “manly.”

I’m a feminist because parents still won’t let their sons play with Barbies.

I’m a feminist because young boys are taught that crying is bad. Showing emotion is bad, better to bottle it up and never feel. If you cry, you’re a girl, and no one wants to be a girl.

I’m a feminist because when my family talks about the Women’s March that happened yesterday, they say things like, “What’s protesting going to change?” and “They’re honestly just wasting their time. Nobody’s going to listen to them.” Never mind that the country we are living in found its freedom through protesting—No Taxation Without Representation. But I suppose that’s okay. It was men protesting then.

I’m a feminist because when my aunt saw a picture of a man marching with women yesterday, she snorted and said, “What’s he doing there? Doesn’t he have something better to do?” Her seven year old son was sitting next to her.

I’m a feminist because a highly qualified politician lost the presidential election to a less than mediocre businessman who based his campaign on misogyny, racism, bigotry, and slander. Because this country would rather see an over privileged, racist, homophobic, white man, whose years of experience sums up to zero, in office rather than a woman whose qualifications are more than his will ever be. Because I somehow have to have years of experience before I can even get my first job, but Donald Trump can get sworn into office without a single day of political experience.

I’m a feminist because the President of the United States speaks vilely of women and all minorities, and I’m the terrible one for disliking him.

I’m a feminist because I get made fun of for being a feminist.

I’m a feminist because I want the next generation of girls to live in a better world than mine.

I’m a feminist for these reasons and so many others.

I’m a feminist because everyone should be.

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Character Design is an important part of any movie, but few use it to map out character design as well as Howl’s Moving Castle

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anonymous asked:

Well that post about kisame and shark characteristics said the hoshigaki females would be generally bigger, more muscular etc. So just, kisame sees the pink headed blob from behind and like ew a weak one but then she turns around and bam memories of his mother accidentally breaking tables/doors/walls come to mind bam he's in love

I should absolutely definitely totally be finishing the next chapter of reverse right now what have you done

Nagato looks like he’s about to start stabbing people, which Kisame thinks likely isn’t the best way to walk into a peace conference with Konoha.

“Obito,” he says tightly, as the volume of Konan and Yahiko’s bickering increases. “I am very fond of you, but if you don’t stop complaining I won’t be held accountable for my actions.”

Obito rolls his eye, but he does stop fidgeting with his shakujo, sinking back flat on his feet rather than poised on the balls of his toes, and Kisame allows a fraction of the tension in his shoulders to ease. Having their resident powerhouse to slightly wound isn’t good for the nerves.

“Fond,” Obito says instead, pulling a face. “Gee, thanks.”

Nagato looks exasperated, and turns to his partner with a huff, but Kisame has been walking between Konan and Yahiko and Sasori and Deidara since they left Ame; he’s had more than enough of couple quarrels for the next lifetime and change, so he squeezes past their honorable(-ish) leaders and makes tracks for the clear field they agreed on for negotiations, figuring he may as well scout the area. Nagato will likely do one better as soon as he gets his head out of his ass, being a sensor and all, but for now Kisame steps out of the trees and takes a quick glance around the field. It looks like it would make a good battlefield in another life, open and free of most obstructions, but as it is there’s only a single other figure visible.

Deciding he may as well be friendly, Kisame puts on his best smile, trying not to show too many extra teeth, then slings Samehada over his shoulder and wanders towards the kunoichi inspecting a lone outcropping of boulders. She’s small, lean, with short pink hair held back by a Konoha hitai-ate. Almost despite himself, Kisame feels a flicker of resignation, expecting another weak, stuttering, flailing girl. Objectively, he’s well aware that most kunoichi can’t be held to the standards of the Hoshigaki Clan, but Kisame grew up with women who were a good two heads taller than him and twice as broad, all muscle, and able to break a table in half without a thought. Anything less invokes an instinctive distaste, and—

The small, pretty kunoichi makes a sound of deep frustration, rears back, and punches the boulders hard.

It’s probably upwards of six tons of rock, and with one direct blow the entire formation shatters into dust.

Kisame’s jaw drops, and he practically trips over his own feet. Oh, he thinks, and then Oh! And maybe she’s not quite as tall or broad as his mother and sister but as she spins to face him he realizes she’s nowhere near delicate. Those are thick muscles, just as honed as his own, and the way she balances herself says she knows exactly how to use them.

“A kunoichi!” Kisame says, utterly delighted.

The young woman eyes him like he just said something dumb. “Haruno Sakura,” she says, like it’s a warning.

It might be, but Kisame’s been so focused on Ame and helping rebuild Akatsuki after Madara’s attempt to corrupt it that he hasn’t had time to leaf through the Bingo Book lately. Now he wishes he had, because wow.

“You!” he repeats. “You’re a real kunoichi!”

Sakura blinks, taking half a step back as she falls out of her fighting stance, and she looks startled and just a little flattered. “Um?”

“Could you bench press me?” Kisame presses, already advancing in anticipation.

Baffled, Sakura blinks at him for a moment, then snorts, tugs up her fingerless gloves, and cracks her knuckles. “Why not,” she asks in bemusement, and Kisame wastes no time leaping for her.


(“Oh gods, really?” Nagato demands, pressing his hands over his face in clear despair as the remaining members of Akatsuki file into the meadow.

Obito just snorts. “At least he’s having fun,” he says dryly, and a surreptitious glance across the field shows that Kakashi is watching his student toss around a deadly, homicidal missing-nin with no small amount of horror.

Obito would absolutely be lying if he said that didn’t factor in to the way he catches Nagato’s arm and keeps him from marching over to corral their wayward swordsman. When Nagato shoots him a look of deep betrayal, Obito offers him a smirk, tipping one shoulder in a shrug. “I thought you were the one who was so invested in peace by any means, Nagato.”

Nagato groans, and the hands go back over his face. “She’s using him as a weight, Obito! And he’s letting her!”

“True love comes in many forms,” Obito says, mock-wisely, and doesn’t even try to dodge the smack that Nagato aims at his head.)

And when I’m gone... - Bruce Wayne/Batfam x Reader

Summary : The Batfamily’s reaction to your death…

I just wanted to write a sad piece today, because of reasons, so…yeah. Hope you’ll still like it, and that it’s not too shitty :

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You promised you’d fight, and fight you did. With all your energy…but it wasn’t enough. It took you away from them anyway.

As Jason would say : “Cancer’s a bitch”. 

This sickness was wickedly cruel. It gave so much false hope to your children and husband…A few days before you died, you were getting better, doctors were hopeful, you started to really have a chance. You felt better than you ever did in that last year, and you thought that maybe, just maybe, you’d get to see your babies grow up into the wonderful adults you were sure they’d became, and you were going to be able to grow old with your Bruce. However, the disease had another idea, and after this almost miraculous recovery…you got worst than ever and were dead before the end of the week.

Cancer’s a bitch. 

In the span of a short little year, it had taken you to the grave, and left behind six broken men. Or rather, two men and four boys who would have to learn how to be men without you. 

Alfred Pennyworth. Since the very first day Bruce took you home, he considered you part of the family, going to the extent of telling you more than once that he loved you like a daughter. After all, you were the one that gave a little light to Bruce’s world at the time, and the only one able to deal with his shit every hours of the day, never giving up on him. Just because of that, he couldn’t do anything else but love you. Besides, you two had multiple taste in common, and you spent countless nights watching theater, playing chess, talking about anything and everything. You were one of his favorite people in the World. He loved the way you always spoke your mind, but were never mean or unfair. He loved how your smile and jokes could suddenly turn your sons and husband’s frown upside down. He just loved your presence in general. Right before you died, you were playing a particularly suspenseful game of chess with him, and he couldn’t find the will to put it away, even though you were now gone since over a month…Every time he passed next to it, a game forever unfinished, he couldn’t hold his tears. Oh he missed you so dearly…

Richard Grayson. Dickie. Your eldest son. He remembered when he arrived in Wayne Manor and met you for the first time. You were so gentle, so nice and beautiful, that he wasn’t able to stop the smile shining on his face. You were the first to make him smile since his parents’ death, and you would continue to provoke such reactions in him. The day he asked you if it was ok to call you “mom”, and if his own mother would be mad at him if he did…You pulled him into the best hug he ever had. Comforting, loving, caring. A mother’s embrace. He knew from that day on you’d always get his back, and you always did indeed. When he learned that you were very sick, he acted like everything was OK. He kept smiling, laughing and making terrible jokes, for your sake. He knew you, he knew you couldn’t bear the thought of any of your loved one to be sad. So he kept a facade, and he did a great job doing so…He also took care of you, trying to return all those years you took care of him. Carrying you to your bed, just as you did for him. Attempting to cook your favorite meals, just like you did when he was sad. He gave you a compliment every day, just like you did to boost his confidence before he went to school. He was actually pretty sure that, if sometimes he was a bit cocky, it was because his mommy kept saying he was the best…You gave him one of the best advice once, telling him that to avoid feeling sad, at the end of each day, he should write what he was thankful for in a notebook. Your name appeared on it every time. On your funeral, he left all of his notebooks in your casket, and didn’t start another one for a long time. Writing those things made him think of you, and the memory of your death were just too recent. Now that you were gone, he didn’t had to keep a fake face…and every time he tried to write what he was thankful for, the paper just got soaked with his tears…

Jason Todd. Jay. When Bruce told you the story of that little boy who was trying to steal the wheels off of the batmobile, you were impressed. Kid had to be quite fearless to try and steal the Batman’s wheels…And when he came home with your husband, you knew he was special. He had a difficult life before (and after) becoming Robin, and many thing messed his mind up…Fortunately for him, he always thought, you had a talent to mend broken people. You never gave up on him, and he’d never stop loving you for that. No matter what, you always had time for him, and you were the only one threw his life that ever listened that much what he said. He could tell you anything. He told you everything. When he got hurt, mentally or physically, you were there. When he got into a fight with Bruce, you were there. When he thought he was worthless, you were there. When he died you visited him everyday, you were there. When he came back to life, you were there. When he started to kill, you were still there. Of course, you told him multiple time to stop his murderous vigilante ways, but…He was a stubborn guy. Even when he was a total ass to you though, you never left, you never told him to leave…You were just always there, his rock. He was sure he would have killed himself since a long time if you never had been part of his life. So when you got diagnosed with cancer, he was there for you. He wasn’t as good as Dick to hide how much pain he was in to see you like this…But he was there. He settled his differences with Bruce, they were talking again. He wanted to make you happy…He moved back in the mansion after your death, and made it his life goal to always be the shoulder his brothers, father, and loved butler could cry on, trying to follow your exemple as best he could. Hoping that, wherever you were, you were proud of him. He never touched a gun again. 

Timothy Drake. Timmy. The nine year old boy who knocked on your door and, without introducing himself, told you : “I know you’re Batman’s wife”. In your opinion, he was the smartest man in the whole world, and you often told him. You used to spent hours just the two of you, building robots and other machines, talking about things people could do to improve the world. With you, he never felt like he wasn’t good enough. He was always in Jason and Dick’s shadow…Except when with you. You gave him as much love and support you gave the others, if not a bit more, because you thought he didn’t have enough. You knew which words to say to make him feel better, wether he had a heartbreak, or was badly hurt because of his Red Robin activities. You taught him so much. About so many things. From computers and hacking to how to express his feelings better. From fighting techniques to how to bake the best cookies ever…In his eyes, you were the best person to ever walked this Earth. So much shit happened to you, and yet, you always stayed strong for them. For him. When he learned of your disease, he destroyed everything in his bedroom in a fit of rage and sadness…You came to him and took him in your arms for hours, not letting go until he felt a bit better. Just like his brothers, he tried to take care of you as best he could, to try and give back what you gave him…But there was so much you gave him, he was afraid you’d never know how much he was grateful, how much he loved you. You were always so supportive…You never mocked him for anything. Like when he told you he would love to be a singer…You encouraged him. And at your funerals, he sang a song he wrote for and about you when he was twelve. It was childish, a bit naive, pretty bad really…But it made everyone smile. 

Damian Wayne. Dami’. Though he was calling you “Oumi” (”mum” in arabic) only since a few short years, he loved you more than anything. You taught him how to love, and how it felt to be loved. Truly loved. Even at the beginning, when he acted like he hated you, you kept coming back to him. You kept asking how he was, baking him his favorite cakes and such…You were so annoying, he couldn’t resist you. He even went to the extent of playing stupid board games with you, watching Disney films and just spending time with you in general, enjoying your company above all. He made tons of effort to be a good boy when you were here. When you were around him, he felt his heart was a little bit lighter. You had the same effect on him than you had on his father. You just made them happier by your mere presence. You made them want to be better. Just for you. He just loved you. He’d never admit it though. Well, that wasn’t really true. When the news of your sickness slapped him in the face, there wasn’t a day without him telling or showing you how much he cared about you. Though his first action was to punch the doctor who said you didn’t had much to live in the face…During the time you were ill, the only way for him to fall asleep was if you ran your soothing hands threw his hair. He didn’t want to waste time by sleeping. He didn’t want you to go. Not now. Not so soon. He needed you so much. You knew it, and he knew it was killing you (figure of speech…) to see him like that, and so he tried to follow Dick’s model. To be honest, he often tried to follow Dick’s actions…And he did a pretty good job. He made sure that, before you died, you knew that he was going to be a good man thanks to you. At your funeral, he drew your favorite scene from your favorite Disney film, and laid it in your casket. He often came to see your grave, staying to talk to you. Once a month, he left a drawing of something you liked. 

And finally, Bruce Wayne. Your Bruce. The love of your life. You first met him at the police headquarters, right after his parents died. You were a bit younger than him, about 6 years old. You were there because your father, for reasons you never knew, murdered your mother and siblings before committing suicide, leaving you the sole survivor also for reasons you never knew. And that’s what drew you two together, both orphans, both witnessing their family’s death. Except that you never had an “Alfred”, and you grew up in the tough neighborhood that was “the Narrows”. You visited the Wayne mansion often though, and Bruce “secretly” helped you financially all threw your life. “Secretly”…you weren’t stupid, the sudden scholarship you had for prestigious universities and such, well, you knew they came from him. When you turned twenty, you became his. Twenty two, first kid. Thirty, got married…You two almost always been friends, and around each others. You had a similar tragic backstory, and yet, you were so much different than Bruce. For starter, you were often smiling. You always had the words to get him in a good mood. When he was being a total prick to you, you told him off, but you never left him. Not once. You were always at his side. You taught him how to feel again. You gave him a reason to live other than to protect Gotham. You always laughed saying that you were “the light in his darkness”, joking about how cheesy it was…but it was true. You were the light in his darkness, always bringing him back from the edge of that damn well in the worst of times. You were the love of his life…His world started to shatter the day he sat with you in that doctor’s office, and he understood your days were numbered. He did everything in his power to make the remnant of your life the best ever. He always took good care of you, even if sometimes he wasn’t there because of his work and nightly activities, he always came back to you at the end of the day…But during this year, he almost never left you. Your boys and him took a turn each night to watch over Gotham, and you saw him more than you ever did. He was always touching you in some way, trying to smile as much as he could…Doing his best, really, to make everything perfect. Until one day, his World shattered completely. You were his world. With you gone…He was at your side when you took your last breath, and tried to revive you for almost 6 hours non-stop. He couldn’t let you go, he couldn’t watch someone else he loved more than his own life die again. You couldn’t die like that. You were getting better…He buried you, digging the hole himself, next to his parents. Visiting you every day. He delved into his work, and into Batman more than ever, trying to forget his pain. But he couldn’t, he simply couldn’t, and more often than not, he found himself wanting to scream at the top of his lungs how it should have been him, not you. What did you ever do but bring happiness to the people around you ? You weren’t suppose to ever leave him, not so soon…Without you, things were bleak again. Dark. Sad. Violent. Every memories of you stinging his heart, every picture around the house making him want to go back in time and hold you in his arms again. He still had the reflex to reach for you on your side of the bed each morning…He forbid Alfred to wash the sheets, as long as your smell lingered around, he wouldn’t change them. The only things keeping him grounded anymore were your sons. In all of their actions, he saw a part of you, and he held onto that as hard as he could. He couldn’t let you go yet. Hell, he was lying to himself if he thought he could ever let you go…You were the love of his life. You would remain a burning hole in his heart, forever. 

You left six broken men behind you, and unfortunately, for the first time since you entered their life, you couldn’t help any of them getting better. You were gone. They’d never get better. 

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About three months after your death, Damian came down to the bat cave, a letter in his hand, and tears in his eyes. 

It was a letter from you, he found it while sorting some of your stuffs. And, unable to read it out loud, his throat too tight from sadness, he gave it to his father. Bruce took the piece of paper with shaky hands, and, in front of his sons and adopted father, he started reading it : 

“Hey guys, 

I just wanted to write a quick note, just in case I don’t find time to tell you before…Well. You know before what.  

I love all of you. So much. So much it hurts. And I wish I didn’t had to go…But I know that I do. Life is funny like that sometimes.

Alfred, thank you so much for taking care of me, for being the father I never had. When I’m gone, please, keep taking care of my babies…And of Bruce. Don’t let him burry himself in work. Don’t let him go back to his old ways, brooding and sulking all the time. And force him to eat solid food. 

Dickie, Jay, Timmy and Dami…I am so SO proud of you all. You’re the funniest, smartest, most amazing, loving, caring…and annoying people I know. I could add more words to describe how perfect you all are, but I fear I’ll run out of time…There’s so much thing to tell about all of you. When I’m gone, don’t give up. Stay strong. I know it’s easy for me to say that, because I won’t be the one suffering…And I know the feeling of loosing someone dear. But you have to keep going. Together. There’s no word in the English langage that can describe how much I love you. 

Bruce, my love, you can’t and don’t even imagine how happy you made me. I know you thought you didn’t deserve me, or that you weren’t doing enough…but believe me when I say you’ve never been nothing short of perfect. Your love made me strong, not the opposite. I will always love you, no matter what, and again, I lack words to tell you how much…But know this my love, and please believe me, since that first kiss we shared so many years ago, there hasn’t been a day in my life I regretted my decision. There hasn’t been a day in my life I didn’t thank God or whoever is up there for putting you in my life. You’re truly the best man I know. Your parents would be more than proud. And when I’m gone, please, remember the good times we had, drown yourself in them, and don’t jump into that fucking dark well again. 

All of you, you’re a family, never forget it. Take care of each others, don’t leave anyone behind, or I’ll come back to haunt your asses…

I’ll see you again, promise

Love (understatement of the year), 

Your “Batmom” 

PS : my secret ingredient for my chocolat chip cookies is *unreadable scribbles*

PPS : I know it was you who paid for my years at university, Bruce. “

As Bruce raised his head to look at his beloved ones, tears unable to stay away, he softly smiled. You were the best, and you will always be. 

You left behind you six broken men who could never feel whole again without you, six broken men who were part of a puzzle where the best piece was missing…But they knew that if they stuck together, one day, not now, probably not before a very long time, they could stand tall and strong again. If they relied on each other, they could make it. Besides, you did promise you’d see them again some day…

The End  

Kwami Swap AU gone dark - Part 1, Origins
Part 1 (you are here!), Part 2

I have to warn you, this is gonna be a hella long post. I’m sorry.

So, I can’t believe how long it took me but I finally realized why I don’t particularly enjoy how the Kwami swap AU is usually portrayed. Or better, I do enjoy it, but in a highly specific setting: the “Akuma somehow gets them to swap powers" one. That, I love. It has so much comedic and character insight potential, how could I not love it? Nothing like getting to walk a mile in someone else’s shoes to better understand them, right? No, what perplexed me was the other kind of Kwami Swap. The “they get the opposite Miraculous from the get go”.

So far, I’ve only seen this AU played out as something fluffy, but I’m talking past the cutesy idea of seeing our heroes in each other’s suits and roles.What could the actual implications of such an idea be, put realistically (as much as you can when talking about a fictional work) into the show’s canon? Because to me that would be a proper nightmare on so many levels that it’s actually kind of interesting. And this, really, is the whole point of this post. Brace yourself, it gets depressing.

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The Truth Comes Out

Pairing: Dean x Reader 

Word Count: 2,352

Summary: The reader’s quiet night at home is interrupted when Dean shows up looking bruised and bloody. 


“Thank god I live alone.” You grumble to yourself, thankful no one’s around to witness your behavior. You’re lazily sitting on your kitchen counter in a ridiculous onesie stuffing your face.

You twist open an Oreo, put a scoop of chocolate ice cream then add whipped cream and chocolate syrup. While singing along to the radio, you smoosh the Oreo back together and shove it into your mouth.

You’re really baffled as to why you’re not married yet. Your boyfriend would be crazy to not lock down all of this sexiness. Realizing it’s almost time for a new episode of Scandal, you make way towards the couch.

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boyfriend!johnny
  • annoying
  • so annoying you wonder how you even manage to date him sometimes
  • you introduce him to people as your “significant annoyance”
  • boy does he test your patience
  • and boy does he do it often
  • teases you constantly about your height
  • puts things on high shelves so you can’t reach
  • watches you suffer
  • calls you short while you attempt to get it
  • “shut up johnny I am average height !!!”
  • “since when is average height 3’5” dwarf”
  • “I will end your life tree man !!”

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Pairing: Iwaizumi/Oikawa

From: iwa-chan
lol cant believe you did that

To: iwa-chan
yeah bet you really miss me, huh?

From: iwa-chan
yeah

Some numbers never get deleted from phones.

It was a secret that Oikawa had kept for years. He actually runs into the problem of having too many contacts and so will delete them when they’re no longer of use. It happens; some people come into his life, very few stay. People he’s dated, people he’s fallen in love with, people he’s hooked up with, people whose homework he’s copied have come and gone from his phone, but some numbers never get deleted.

Even the number of the worst break up he ever had to go through:

Iwaizumi Hajime.

Twenty two years of friendship came to an abrupt and painful halt after a four year relationship ended, two years passing before Oikawa accidentally–honest to god, accidentally–sent a text to Iwaizumi instead of Kuroo. It had been one of the normal awkward ‘you too’ to someone in an inappropriate situation; really, it wasn’t that interesting or funny, but Iwaizumi’s answer made Oikawa feel like that was a once in a lifetime thing.

They’d survived long distance through college, but somehow living together drove them apart. They’d slept over at each other’s so often they assumed it wouldn’t be a drastic change, but what Oikawa hadn’t anticipated was that by living with Iwaizumi, he’d see all the things Iwaizumi never would’ve told him about. 

He’d tried to ignore it, but his forced happiness only pissed off Iwaizumi. By trying to reassure himself that all the opportunities Iwaizumi gave up for him weren’t wasted, he seemed to inadvertantly cause him to miss more and guilt trip the person who was unintentionally guilt tripping him. And then they started fighting, yelling at each other until their voices were hoarse and Iwaizumi croaked that he’d be the one to move out. 

Oikawa still hated himself every single day for not stopping him.

Three days later, he was still staring at that text. At Iwaizumi admitting he missed him, at their short, albeit more or less natural seeming conversation. Three days later, his heart was still fluttering and he still found himself smiling because more than a boyfriend or love of his life, he’d lost his best friend and had never really recuperated. 

Chewing on his bottom lip, his thumb hovered over his keyboard. He wanted to strike up a conversation again, but didn’t know how. Asking him out to lunch after three days of silence was too weird. Bringing up another stupid thing he did was too obvious. Iwaizumi was the one person he could talk to without ever once thinking about it, but suddenly charismatic Oikawa had no idea how to converse. 

It broke his heart almost more than Iwaizumi’s yeah had. 

Giving a frustrated groan, he tossed his phone aside and ran his fingers through his hair. He collapsed onto the couch and stared up at the ceiling. Was Iwaizumi dating? Did he still live in that apartment above the 7-11? Did he still wear his favorite but ratty old Godzilla shirt? Was he still a messy eater?

Had he fallen in love with someone else?

Breath seizing in his chest, Oikawa pushed himself up and grabbed his keys. He needed closure. He couldn’t spend the rest of his life hypothesizing about Iwaizumi’s ending; he needed something concrete to drive it through his head that they were over.

Or he needed a second chance, just another chance to make sure he wouldn’t mess up the greatest thing in his life.

Blood pounding in his ears, Oikawa yanked his door open. A mass of black hair made him instantly think Kuro? but the whiff of mint instantly made his stomach drop, much like the way his body to the ground with Iwaizumi’s on top of it.

Grunting in pain, Oikawa winced and reached a hand up to his head, shifting uncomfortably. His legs were tangled with Iwaizumi’s and a certain shift caused something to dig into Oikawa’s hip in a rather unpleasant way. He jerked, but when he opened his eyes to see Iwaizumi looking at him, nothing else mattered.

He swallowed.

“…Iwa-chan,” he managed in a tight voice. “You…”

He trailed off.

“…Why are you here?”

“Dumbass.”

Iwaizumi glared but gave a soft smile. Oikawa’s stomach lurched because it was the same smile. The smile when they were sixteen and Iwaizumi told him he was proud to be his ace, the smile when they were eighteen and Iwaizumi confessed to him, the smile when they were twenty one and Iwaizumi was there to watch him get recruited to play professionally.

The smile that reminded Oikawa that no matter how much time passed, some things never changed, some feelings never falter.

“…Like I said. I missed you.”

My Hero

Pairing - Pietro Maximoff x Female Reader

Word Count- 1089

A/N - I literally have zero request you guys. I really need some!! also this is shit lmao sorry

“All of these patients volunteered.”

Bullshit.

They could try and pass it off as civic duty, heroism, whatever. These people did not volunteer. They were forced here for the protection of their families and their country. 

It was a different story for Y/N, however. 

Both of her parents were HYDRA agents. Her father had died during a scrap with some SHIELD agents and she had been left with her mother at the age of ten. She showed no signs of loving her daughter. She never had. As soon as her father was out of the picture, Y/N was automatically put under testing. She was the first official HYDRA experiment.

When she was twelve, she developed Absorption. She could control and master anything she touched. They labeled her a success and she became somewhat of a super solider, only used for drastic missions. Most of the time she was stuck in a cell with nothing but a few books. Then the Maximoff twins were moved next to her.

The walls were thin and voices could carry over easily. The first time Y/N talked to Pietro was when he started to show signs of super speed. She could hear him hitting the walls, trying to stop it.

“Fighting it doesn’t help,” Her voice made Pietro jump. He had forgotten there were other experiments. “Just let it happen and grow. It hurts less.”

It was silent for a long time. Y/N figured that he couldn’t hear her and her attempt to help had been wasted. She heard another bump against the wall. “How long have you been here?” A thick accent carried over to her. He did hear her. 

“I was raised here.” She replied.

“I’m sorry.”

And that was it. 

Over the next few months, they became closer. She would read him chapters of the books she had stored in her tiny cell. He would talk about his sister, what happened to his parents. They never saw each other until they were forced out onto a mission together. Of course, Y/N thought Pietro was gorgeous. His hair was swept lazily to the side, streaks of blonde slowly starting to appear in his dark brown hair. Just another side effect. 

They walked out of the base next to each other, preparing to do whatever they had to do to survive. Y/N glanced at Pietro and give him a tiny smile. “I gotta say, Speedy, I always pictured you as a ginger.”

A smile spread across his face. “You’re just as fascinating and entrancing as I imagined.”

After that, a little bit of butterflies were in the pair’s stomachs every time they talked. A crush. A stupid crush on someone they would never be able to be completely happy with. And yet it just kept inevitably growing. Growing and growing until it became too big to extinguish. They were both fucked.

Then he disappeared. 

Y/N was never told where he went. He had gone on a mission with his sister and never came back. She tried to not feel heart-broken, but she couldn’t drown out the silence from the cell next to her. He was gone. Probably dead. She would never seem him again. 

Week after week, everything built up inside her like a bomb waiting to explode. She had to get out of here. She couldn’t be trapped here any longer. She didn’t want to, but she had to get a little blood on her hands to get out. 

Y/N killed fifteen agents, one of which was her mother. She managed to break out a few fellow experiments, but not all. That was too risky. 

She got as far away from the base as she could before realizing that she didn’t know what to do next. She had no family, no friends. The only person she cared about was more than likely dead. She had no money, no clothes, no shelter. What the hell was she going to do?

She was forced into a life of crime. Stealing food, living on the streets. There was nothing. She was miserable, but it was better than the hell she had been placed in before. 

One dark night, Y/N had been searching frantically for some sort of shelter. It was raining and cold. She barely had any heat seeming as she owned no coat or jacket. She watched her breath float out in front of her. Fuck. She was freezing. She could barely feel her legs. She was going to die out here.  

She felt her strength slip away and sunk down to the pavement.
She woke up in a hospital. 

Or was it a hospital? It looked a bit more.. private? No, this wasn’t a hospital. This was a bedroom. She tried to take in her surroundings, the bright lights making her flinch. She had to figure out where she was. She took in a sharp breath as her feet hit the cold floor, but trudged over to the door and slowly peaked out.

There was no sign of anyone else. A long hallway stretched out to an elevator. She looked out a window and noticed how high she was off the ground. Was this a tower? Where the hell was she? 

“Y/N, you’re awake." 

A familiar thick accent broke her out of confusion.

Y/N spun around and her eyes met with the boy who she thought was dead. His hair was blonde now, any trace of brown was erased. He was in some sort of suit. Was she dreaming? No, she couldn’t be. This felt too real.

"Pietro?” Her voice broke. Damn it. 

He gave her a timid smile. “Did you miss me?”

She let out a choked sob and hugged him. He was alive. She hadn’t left for nothing. 

“Where the hell are we?” She asked, causing him to laugh. 

“Stark Tower,” Pietro brushed a piece of hair out of her face. “It’s a long story, but the short version is I’m working with the Avengers.”

Her face twisted into confusion. “How did you find me?”

“I can’t really explain it,” He bit his lip. “I got an urge to go look for you. I didn’t know why. I thought you were still trapped at the base. I felt like something was wrong and you needed me. And you did.”

Y/N smiled. “You’re my hero, Speedy.”

Lips Like Liquor


Scenario: Your friend really should’ve taken your phone. Now you’ve drunk texted Yoongi and there’s no turning back.

A/N: @zicosbabymamma here it is, boo. As pure usual, I’m a grumpy Gus about this. At first I liked it, but now I’m not so sure. It is what it is and I at least hope you enjoyed it.

Genre: Suga x Reader

Words: 6009

Disclaimers: As always, the gifs used are not mine and belong to their rightful owners!!

Warnings: Smut. Smutty Smut Smut.

Originally posted by gotjimin

You hadn’t regretted the dozens of texts you sent as much as you did when you saw him enter the bar. A dark blue baseball cap pulled low over his eyes as they scanned the dozens of faces. No doubt looking for a hint of your location inside the crowded room.  

You were trying to become one with the pleather booth. Not giving a damn about the food crumbs stuck between the headboard and seat or the old smell of sweat and booze stained inside the broken cracks. The only thing your drunk ass cared about was not being spotted; groaning inwardly at your idiotic idea to keep your phone on you.  

The regret not weighing enough to stop you from sending him that first text:

Let’s fuck.

You’d received “Kekekeke” almost seconds later. Only to send him another message that informed him what you’d implied wasn’t a joke. You wanted him, and wanted him for months, but you were just his friend. Your texts back of, “Yoongi, I just want to feel you one time. Just once. Please. We don’t have to mention it after…” Making him call you seconds after you sent it.

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The Liffey

Characters: Jimin and You

Word Count: 2,841

Genre: Sorta Angsty/Fluff/One Shot?

Summary: two hardworking souls meet at a pub…

Y/N, meet me tonight at The Liffey. I’ll be waiting outside for you. -Jimin

The text message he had sent had been on your mind all day. Out of nowhere, he… of all people had decided to text you.

It wasn’t too long ago when you tried to confess your feelings to him and you were turned down. Since then, you have tried your best to forget him. You buried yourself in school and work. You took up running so you could clear your mind.  You even considered moving away but even that was too extreme for you.

Why now? You wondered. You fought every urge to go and see him but you found yourself in your car, headed to the pub anyways.

This is a mistake You thought as you parked your car.

You finally made it outside to the pub where he was waiting for you. The pub was starting to show signs of aging but it was still a favorite place for the locals. From what you remembered, the Liffey had low prices, good beer, and was a great place to unwind after a stressful day.

Today was different though. You were positive that you were going to die from seeing him again. Were you being dramatic? Absolutely.


Years ago you guys met here. It was a random night with just you and your close friends but out of nowhere a stranger caught your eye. Back then, Jimin was shy and you used to make fun of how nervous he was when he first went up to ask for your name. That night, you and Jimin spent the whole evening talking and you were in awe of how sweet he was and how comfortable he made you feel.

He sat in front of you and listened to everything you had to say. You learned about how he was a singer and a dancer and he learned about your dream of going to school, finishing and becoming a doctor to make your parents proud.

When it was time to go, he asked for your number.

That night was only the beginning. A few days later, you guys met up again.

After a few drinks, you guys continued to open up to each other.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” you asked

“No, we actually broke up a while ago. Why? Do you have a boyfriend?” He asked

“Same here, actually…we’re broken up.”

“What happened?”

You shrugged your shoulders and looked away for a moment. To think about it didn’t make you sad but it was a topic you had not thought or shared about in a while to anyone.

“Life… I guess.”

“That tends to happen a lot”

You looked at Jimin.

“Can I tell you something?” You asked

“Go for it” He replied

You took a deep breath.

“All my life I saw my parents struggling. We didn’t have a lot of money and I always felt like I couldn’t do anything even though they sacrificed so much for me… I was never the smartest student, but I knew that if I worked and studied hard, I could go to a good school, get a good job and be able to pay my family back for always being there for me. I know I deserve to be happy, but when I was in a relationship, it really distracted me from achieving my dream of helping my parents and so I had to end it”

“Wow” Jimin replied

“Sorry  I didn’t mean to go on about my sob story”

“No, no, these are the kinds of things that help shape who you are, and quite honestly, I like who you are. I mean, I know we’ve only met a few times, but I can tell that you are a much better person than most of the other people I have known my whole life.

You blushed for a moment

“Thank you”

“What for?”

“For understanding”

He flashed you a smile but you couldn’t help but wonder

“What about you? You seem like a great guy, what happened to you and your relationship?”

“Ah, now that is an interesting tale. You ready?”

“Ohh, do tell”

“Like I said the other day, I’m a singer and a dancer. While most see this as a hobby, I see it as my life. Most people I’ve met, well let’s just say they have a hard time believing that I will get anywhere. My ex was one of those people. She was never supportive and always made me feel like I was wasting my time. And so one day I leave early from practice and I’m walking down the street and then I see her with another guy!

Your eyes were wide open.

“No!”

“Yeah! They were out eating lunch and everything!”

“Did you go up to them?”

He laughed “No, let me finish Y/n”

“All the time that we were together, I had never seen her smile and look so happy. It then occurred to me that I was never going to be able to give her or anyone that and I realized that day that being in a relationship wasn’t going to work for me if I was serious about my career.”

“Were you in love?” You asked.

He ran his hand through his hair. The question caught him off guard and he seemed deep in thought.

“I think love is interesting in that it never ends up like how you think it will” He replied.

“What do you mean by that?” you asked.

“I mean, it is usually when you least expect it… or when you’re not looking… falling in love just sorta creeps up on you. With her, I don’t think it was love. Or, true love? I mean, what she did was wrong but I thought about it and had to think about why she did it. I was never home. I was always in the studio. She must have been so lonely and I caused that.”

You understood that all too well.

I guess we’re just not meant for love” You joked.

“Hey! I’m quite capable! I just have a lot of goals to achieve before I can settle down!” He laughed.

You raised a glass. “Well then, dreams first… then love! Here’s to us and our dedication!”

He laughed again and raised his glass with you.


Soon, meeting up together became a regular thing for the two of you.

As the months and then years rolled around, you tried to fight your feelings. It was subtle at first and you didn’t think too much about it but then you began to notice the little things about him that just made you crazy. For all the time you spent together, you knew you were falling for him.

For one, you fell in love with how hard of a worker he was. He would always call you late at night to ask how school was going and then he would tell you about how he was still in the studio practicing. If you told him to go take a rest he would refuse until he got his dance moves correct. Once he was satisfied, he would ask you to come out with him for drinks at The Liffey to celebrate his victory. With no room to dance at the table, the both of you would laugh the night away as he would try to show you his moves anyways while he was seated down.

You also fell for his cute charms. He was always laughing and smiling; he was never upset with you or anyone and he always tried to make you laugh when he knew school wasn’t going the way you liked. He was your support system for when you felt like giving up and you were his too.

‘You really like him don’t you?” Your friend asked

Jimin instantly came to mind but you played it off.

“Who?” You replied with a smile

“Ah, Y/N, don’t lie to me! I see you randomly smiling like a crazy person all the time! You guys need to learn how to live properly and give each other a chance before it’s too late! You both work too hard and deserve to be happy!”

You knew your friend was right but with life and all its complexities… the timing wasn’t right. You also weren’t sure about how he felt about you. While he drove you mad, you didn’t know where he stood with you. You both still had your dreams to achieve and love would have to wait. At least that’s what you both agreed on.


The last time you saw him was short. Outside of the Liffey, you both stood in the parking lot before bidding each other good bye.

“I guess this is it Y/n”

“I guess so. You’re going to leave tomorrow for sure?”

“Yeah… Our flight leaves a little after 10. My group and I finally have a chance at becoming a real big thing. Can you believe it?”

He was right. There had been so much buzz about him that you couldn’t help but feel proud of him.

“I’m really happy for you. I know how hard you have been working for this”

He ran his hand through his hair and smiled.

“Thank you for believing in me Y/N. You don’t know how much I appreciate all the support you have given me.”

He leaned in and gave you a hug.

“Promise me you’ll work hard and finish school”

You nodded as you wrapped your arms around him and held him tight.

“I probably won’t get to see you for a while.” He said.

You rested your head against his chest.

“I know” You replied.

“I’m sorry Y/N…”

At this point you were trying to fight back tears.

“Jimin… Before you go, there’s something that I’ve been wanting to tell you…”

You lifted your head to look at him.

“I know we said dreams first.. But I can’t do this anymore. I just want to let you know that I have fallen in love with you Jimin. For all the time we have spent together… I can’t be the only one, right?”

Jimin looked at you shocked.

“Y/N, I…. we can’t….”

You felt this coming, but there was no real way to prepare yourself for this. You tried to make him understand.

“I know, but after all this time… don’t we deserve to know? Don’t I deserve to know? I’ve told you everything and yet I have no idea how you feel about me. I’m not trying to stop you from following your dream… I just want to know if you feel the same way”

“Y/N…”

“Do you really not feel anything?

Jimin couldn’t do anything but stare at you.

“I have to go”

Go? You couldn’t believe that was all he had to say.

“Wait!”

You tugged at his sweater.

“ Kiss me” You said.

“What?”

“Jimin, kiss me. Kiss me now and if you feel absolutely nothing at all… Then I can leave knowing that…but just know that if you walk away, then we’ll never know what we could have been…”

He looked at you with sorrow in his eyes. You were both so close, yet, he pulled away and apologized.

“I’m sorry Y/N”

He walked away and you were left by yourself.


You saw Jimin sitting outside. Dressed in all black, he looked deep in thought. For a moment, you were even afraid to approach him. For years you thought about going back to visit. But of course your fear of possibly facing him again steered you away. You almost turned around to make a run for it but you were too late.

“Y/n! I’m so glad you could make it!”

Shit You thought

“Jimin… long time no see”

He got up and you braced yourself for what was to come.  He smiled and gave you a hug. The last time he hugged you, you didn’t want to let go. Now that he was back in your arms, you felt your tears coming up.

“Y/n, is there something wrong?”

You were quick to tell a lie.

“It’s nothing. I think my allergies are just acting up again. Let’s go get a drink, yeah?”

You lead the way and he followed.

Sitting inside together was just like old times.

“How have you been Y/N? I heard you bought your parents a new car!”

You laughed.

“Who told you!?”

“Wait, you really did? I was just joking!”

“What?! Are you saying you didn’t think I could?”

Jimin flung his body around as he laughed.

“No, no! It’s just that it’s so crazy how time has flown by. I mean, 5 years ago we were in here talking about our hopes and dreams. And now we’re living them.”

It was true. Everything that you both set out to do was completed. You had finished school and found a great job. Jimin was a big star and making headlines everywhere.

“What about you, mister big super star? How have you been?” You asked.

“Getting ready for another world tour soon!” He said with a smile.

The both of you sat in awe for a moment. To say both your accomplishments out loud felt good.

You took a sip of your drink.

“We’ve both come such a long way, haven’t we?”

Jimin ran his hand through his hair… A gesture of his that you had missed seeing so much.

“We really did”

He held out his glass “To us! For never giving up on our dreams”

You raised your glass. “To us”

You both smiled at each other for a while. To be so close together again was almost unreal.

“I really missed you Jimin”

“I missed you too”

He took another sip from his glass.

“Speaking of us… Y/N, I want to apologize for leaving you like that that one night”

Oh no, not this.

“We don’t have to talk about that”

“Please. That’s why I wanted to meet you today. I want to explain why I acted the way I did.”

You didn’t want to be reminded of that night again and so you tried to stop him.

“Really, it’s fine Jimin.”

For once, you saw Jimin get a little frustrated.

“No, you don’t understand. I often came back here to think about what would have happened if I just kissed you that one night. Like maybe if I did, you and I wouldn’t have missed out on so much”

Confusion struck your face.

“What are you saying?”

“I was so scared Y/N. I thought so much about your dreams and then my dreams… and I couldn’t do that to us. I didn’t want to become a distraction to you and school. I also couldn’t live with the idea of you ever feeling lonely if we were together and if I was gone at the studio for days on end.”

At that moment, you finally understood. All this time, he had been living with what you said in his head. From the beginning of when you first started talking to each other… he remembered why you had ended your other relationship and just now you remembered again why he ended his. He didn’t want history to repeat itself again.  

“After all this time, I thought that you just didn’t feel that way about me..”

He shook his head

“I wanted to kiss you so badly but I was afraid that if I did I would never be able to let you go. I wish I could just go back in time and kiss you. Kiss you and make us work. With you by my side, maybe the past few years wouldn’t have been so hard. Thinking of you was the only thing that kept me going..”

He looked at you and you saw him filled with so much regret.

“I was and am still very much in love with you Y/N. It’s not too late for us, right?”

Fear crept inside of you.

“It’s still going to be a challenge with us working and being away from each other”

“I know but I’m willing to make this work if you are.”

You looked at him and you knew he meant it. You nodded your head and smiled.

“Okay”

“You mean it?

“Dreams first, then love” You reminded him. “With our dreams fulfilled and out of the way now, I’m pretty sure it’s time that we gave love another try.”

The biggest smile grew on his face. He got up from his seat and came to you. He gently wrapped his hands around you and readied you for a kiss.

“Y/N, you are my biggest dream and I love you.”

As his lips touched yours, your heart fluttered at how sweet his kiss tasted. The kiss that you had been waiting for was finally happening and it was everything and more than what you expected. With both your busy schedules, you knew things would be tough, but with him by your side you knew things would be okay.


A/N: You best believe I made a fanfic about the pub he was at when they were in Ireland. Also, i’m feeling a little sad so I’m not sure what the hell I wrote. The ending was probably crap too but oh well. i’m just bleh

Strictly Professional (Final)

Summary: You and Misha discuss the backlash that you received after fans and the media find out about your relationship.

Pairing: Misha x Publicist/PA!Reader

Warnings: minor angst, smutty smut, nsfw gifs below the cut!

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A/N: I am SO SO SORRY it took me so long to get this out! losing motivation is a bitch, fam, I’m telling you. anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this series; I know I did!! <3333

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Originally posted by bubblemish

Misha returned from the bathroom a few minutes later, his face falling when his eyes landed on your crying form.

“Y/N? What happened, what’s wrong?!” he asked, frantic as he rushed over to you. He sat beside you on the couch, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you close.

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Awkward
ao3

Summary : In which Claire asks Castiel to be her father for a day. And Cas wants to bring Dean with him.

A/N : Because Dean and Cas being dads to Claire together is one of my favourite canon concepts :)) (sorry this one’s so long, idk how to do chapters)

“Dean, I can’t do this alone.”

Cas’s huge eyes, as blue as ever, were glaring at him, half pleading, half challenging. Dean knew he wouldn’t last much longer if he kept looking at him like that. But he would not give in to this.

“It needs a team effort -”

“Yeah that’s a great way to put it, Cas, but NO. Claire called you, I am nowhere in this whole picture. No way am I gonna be the scapegoat in one of your father-daughter feuds again.”

“Claire isn’t my daughter, Dean. She just needs some help at school. Something about bringing your father….”

“Yeah well that’s what she has Jody for. Besides if it’s bring-your-father-to-school day, I still don’t see how I come into this.”

Castiel sighed audibly. “Because, Dean, I’m nervous, and I wouldn’t know how to act, and I don’t want to let Claire down. Again.” He averted his eyes. “And you’re the only one I can think of to take with me.”

Dean just glared back at him.

“Look, I would have asked Sam, but he’s busy with some research, he couldn’t make it.”

“Well screw Sam! Wait. Did you really ask him to father Claore with you?”

Cas furrowed his brows. “No, just to help me at Claire’s school. But if that’s how you want to put it -”

Dean blushed. “No! Eww. Gross. That would have been awkward.”

Castiel was still staring at him wide-eyed. “Right. So. Will you come with me or not?”

After a long silence (and a lot more staring), Dean sighed and went to fetch Baby, muttering “- cant’t believe I actually thought I could win this.”

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ROWAELIN FANFIC

Ah, it has been a while, and for that I am sorry, I am also sorry about how short this one is. This is a oneshot, but I do have more ideas up my sleve. Keep sending in requests and give feedback! 

She had been through enough, training was not necessary at the time, to hell with what Rowan said.

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anonymous asked:

I need some angst... Hanzo, Genji and Zarya's trying to find their s/o who is fighting talon soldiers, and when do find them, they end getting shot right front of them... But somehow ending surviving.

Hanzo


He keeps to the rooftops, far removed from the chaos in the streets. His sonic arrows show him a path through the worst of it and when he stumbles over his teammates, cornered and trying to find their way back to the point, he helps as best he can. McCree waves a thanks at him when he shoots an attacker that would have flanked him but Hanzo barely sees. He’s searching, wasting his sonic equipment to save those crucial few seconds. The terrain is dominated by narrow alleys winding between high buildings that cast perpetual twilight on the streets below and carry echoes until their source is all but indeterminable. What he needs is visual confirmation, that’s the only way he’s ever going to find you in time. The last thing he heard from you was your frantic request for backup, the comm line breaking before you could pass on your position. He didn’t wait for Reinhardt’s permission to go look for you, knows there’s a lecture about teamwork in stock for him, but his team has things under control. You might still be in trouble.

Another arrow loosened and finally your silhouette appears before his eyes, unmistakably alive. Just a little more, around this chimney, he almost slips because he doesn’t look where he’s going, keeps his eyes on you, fearing you might disappear. He spots the man taking aim behind you before you do. And though he shouts, screams in fact so loud his lungs feel like bursting, he’s too far away for you to hear. The gunshot overcasts the sonic waves of his arrow, he’s blind to your fate, doesn’t know if you’ve been hit, if you’re still alive.
He trips over his feet the last metres, falls down the roof, not bothering to catch his fall, grabbing an arrow instead and ramming it into the enemy’s head, clean through his skull until the tip pierces his throat from the inside. He gurgles, falls over and Hanzo has to push his lifeless body to prevent it from falling on you.

You’re unconscious, but your hands are covered in blood, you must have tried to still the bleeding, which means you were still alive when you fell. Hanzo sinks to his knees at your side, searches for your pulse and doesn’t find it in his panic. Nothing, except his own heart hammering in his throat. His vision swims, the spot where the bullet struck in almost the exact same place where he impaled Genji nearly two decades ago, the blood-soaked fabric of your clothes clinging to your skin just as it did back then. He thinks he can smell the dojo, the wood and fibre, the incense, as he presses down on the gaping wound, blood squelching through his fingers. He’s doing it wrong, there’s more he ought to do but he can’t remember, doesn’t know, because all he sees is you and Genji, dying underneath his hands.

When his brother touches his shoulder he nearly screams.

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