like literally anything she could say to him

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  • He never made a comment about Diana not being able to do anything because “She is a woman.”
  • When he said “I can’t let you do this,” he wasn’t underestimating her powers nor thinking he could control her. He was just stating that Ares might NOT exist so Diana might be after a human being.
  • HE WATCHED THE ‘SHIELD’ MOVE AND WITHOUT DIANA EVEN GIVING HIM A HINT, USED IT IN THE BATTLE. SHOUTING, ‘DIANA, SHIELD’
  • when squad said they weren’t worried about Diana, that she could take care of herself, they were worried about him, he didn’t go like “Oh come on i can protect myself too.”
  • When Diana became angry at Steve because she thought Ares affected him too, he didn’t say anything hurtful, he just pointed where the guy is and literally said “GO THERE.”
  • When Diana said men are useful but not necessary for pleasure, he didn’t make any stupid comment nor deny it.
  • He never judged or made fun of Diana for not knowing ‘normal’ stuff, instead he explained them.
  • He kept his promises.
  • During “No Man’s Land” scene, although he said noone was able to cross that place, he didn’t mean it because Diana was a woman. He was just simply stating the facts.
  • However when Diana said “It’s what i’m going to do” and started fighting, HE WENT AFTER HER TO HELP. He could just sit there until Diana finished taking everyone down, you know.
  • Whenever Diana went fighting, he was always supportive, never said things like “No, i’ll go,” or “Let me come with you.” First shield, then warehouse. He just stands there and nods.
  • HE FOUGHT WITH AMAZONS.
  • When he told Diana to stand back and Diana saved him from the bullets, he didn’t become grumpy. Instead he was like “LEAD THE WAY.”
  • He tried to convince Diana that even if people aren’t controlled by Ares and even if they are pieces of shits, she still needs to save the world.
  • He literally told her what is important is what you believe in and that somehow became Diana’s motto. When she remembered his words, although she was still so angry and sad because of his death, she embraced love for humanity once again.

PS:feel free to add to the list.

On My Love update: I’ve been busy with school lately and haven’t been able to write much, but I think that I’ll divide the chapter after all. The update will come out sooner that way too!

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NCT 127 reaction to you (an idol) choosing them as your ideal type

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Anon: Hi there~ Reaction of NCT 127 when you ( an idol ) choose him as an ideal type :) Thank youuu ❤️

I had so much fun writing this! A lot of people have been anticipating this post so I hope you like it :-) tell me what ya think x

(this was a post scheduled for 01/02/17 so won’t be found of the masterlist yet. i’ll remove this message when it has been added :-) )


Taeil:

Originally posted by taeilmun

“-what? Really? Oh, oh, oh, thank you”

Taeil would get super blushy when the MC told him that you picked him as your ideal type. He wouldn’t be used to compliments and wouldn’t know how to respond or react. His cheeks would flush furiously, and he’d looked to the ground stuttering out a quiet thank you. For the rest of the day, he’d think about what you said and every time his heart would flutter and he’d be all cute and smiley awe.


Johnny:

Originally posted by nakamotens

“Ah! Y/N! Good choice!”

Every time I read reactions like this, people always make out Johnny to be some kind of flirter whose like “hit me up” or “aren’t I everyone’s ideal type?”. And although to some degree, I agree, I think he wouldn’t flirt too much or be too overly confident. He’d grin and jokingly tell you that you made a good choice, and you’d be able to see him blush a bit at the compliment. I don’t think he’d drag it on or basque in it for too long though.


Taeyong:

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

“Huh? Me? Me? She chose me?”

You know that huh sound that Taeyong makes when he’s surprised? Yeah, that was literally the first thought that came into my head for me haha. He wouldn’t be able to comprehend how someone so successful and talented like you, someone who could literally have your pick of anyone, would pick a rookie like him. He’d point to himself questioningly and his members would laugh at him, pushing his shoulder lightly. If he ever saw you at an awards ceremony or backstage, he’d definitely be all blushy and quiet around you.


Yuta:

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

Yuta wouldn’t even say anything. Like seriously. Probably, he’d act like he had been told this millions of times before, acting like a cocky little shit. His charming smile would be plastered on his face and he’d look to the camera and wink sending a kiss, receiving a load of joke punches and cringes from the other members. Inside he’d be internally screaming and jumping for joy, since you were his crush and this basically meant he was yours too.


Doyoung:

Originally posted by 1aeil

“Awe, thank you Y/N! Thank you, thank you”

Again Taeil would be lost for words. He wouldn’t be shy over it but wouldn’t be arrogant over it either. Smiling sweetly, he’d nod briefly and laughing at the boys who were complaining that you had chose the wrong person as your ideal type. Subconsciously, he’d be rubbing the palms of his hands on his legs slowly in attempt to wipe of the sweat on his hands, and his heart would be pumping hard with adrenaline.


Jaehyun:

Originally posted by nctech

He’d do a little fist pump which would only make the MC and members laugh at him even more. They’d take it in a jokingly way, as if he was just acting. But really, he’d be totally flattered and stunned. He had spoken before about you and how he admired you and you were his ideal type, so finding out that you felt the same way would excite him about the future even more. Maybe he’d be able to date you one day…?


WinWin:

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

Whenever gets complimented, he always does aegyo and will raise his shoulders innocently and blush A LOT. So I don’t think this would be any different if you said he was your ideal type. In fact it’d be worse! As everyone awe’d at him and gave him a pat on the back, he’d suddenly break out with some aegyo and send the camera hearts and kisses, sending all his love to you.


Mark:

Originally posted by haechannie

Mark would laugh nervously, knowing fully well that after the radio interview finished, he’d be mercifully teased and mocked by his hyungs and Haechan because that kid does not hold back lmao same He wouldn’t be able to hold back a small gasp, shocked as to why you would ever chose him when the likes of older, more mature and talented idols were around. Thanking you, he’d fidget uncomfortably for the rest of the interview, anticipating the next time he’d meet you and how things might change.


Haechan:

Originally posted by rapgodty

“Hyung! Y/N chose me and not you! Haha!”

Like Mark, Haechan would laugh, but he’d do it thinking it was some kind of prank. When he was told that it serious and 100% true, he’d be shocked and would sit in his chair, eyes wide in shock and his mouth hanging open. This’d be a complete surprise to him and he’d never expect to be chosen for anyone’s ideal type. He’d then resort to doing a small happy dance and teasing his members about how you chose him instead of them.

anonymous asked:

Okay angstyy anon here. How about "please talk to me" with injured/hurt ladybug? Thank you!

(Thanks to @edendaphne @hchano and @midnightstarlightwrites for helping me brainstorm this one!) 

Ladybug cradled her arm to her chest and bit back a sob of pain.

It had been a mistake.

She should have been smart, she should have waited for Chat to arrive. He was the melee fighter, not her. As much as it killed her sometimes to watch him dive in head first, there was no denying that there was a logic to their partnership. He was designed to take the brunt of the damage while she was supposed to be the attacker.

She had never really put a lot of thought into how much protection the suit could give her. She had never needed to before.

She heard the hurried sound of footsteps darting into the alley behind her, but she didn’t know if she had it in her to run away.

“Ladybug!”

She would know that voice anywhere. He was the reason she was cowering here in the first place.

“Ladybug are you ok?” Adrien said, his breath coming hard and fast from his sprint to chase after her.

She didn’t say anything, tears trailing down her cheeks as she continued to clutch at her injured arm.

She was a failure.

The footsteps stopped and she could feel him drop to the ground behind her.

“Ladybug?” Adrien said again, placing his hand hesitantly on her shoulder.

A choked sob of pain, and exhaustion, and shame forced its way out of her throat and she huddled down further. He shouldn’t see her like this. No one should ever see her like this. She was supposed to be a hero, not a sad, broken girl who literally almost let her infatuation get her killed.

She felt Adrien pull his hand back as if he had been burned, and then hear him shift around so that he was kneeling in front of her.

“Hey, it’s ok,” he said tenderly, “it’s going to be ok.” He reached up and gently brushed her bangs away from her face and she couldn’t resist the pull of his gaze. His smile was kind and calm, but his eyes shone with worry. “Please,” he begged softly, “talk to me.”

“Adrien,” she sobbed, sagging forward into his arms.

“It’s alright, I’ve got you,” he soothed, holding he;2r loosely so as not to jostle her injury. “How badly are you hurt, do you need to go to a hospital?”

She shook her head, seeking comfort in his embrace. “No, I can’t. The Akuma-”

“Can wait,” he interrupted. “What matters right now is are you ok?” He pulled away from her slightly, his hands coming to cradle her face.

“I’m… I’m ok, but I think my arm is broken.”

He nodded pulling off his overshirt and wrapping it around her to make a makeshift sling.

“Don’t drop your transformation, it will be worse for you if you do. Luckily it will all be good as new once you use your powers. It shouldn’t be too hard to get the akuma back to you.”

“I need to call Chat,” she said fumbling for her yo-yo, but Adrien grabbed her hand and held her still.

“He already knows, just relax. We need to get you somewhere safer than this.”

A fresh round of tears burned down her cheeks.

“I am sorry, I am so sorry,” she cried, burying her face into his tee-shirt.  

“What are you talking about? You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I do I failed!”

“What are you talking about? You are a hero, you saved me.”

“And I was so caught up in trying to impress you that I almost got myself killed! Or worse! I could have lost my miraculous! And now I don’t even know if I can fight. I’m letting down everyone! You, Chat-”

“Hey,” he interrupted, “you haven’t let down anyone. Least of all me.”

She let out a small gasp as he wiped the tears away from her eyes. She felt herself flush under the weight of his smile, his thumbs reverently tracing along her cheeks.

“You… you were trying to impress me?” he asked breathlessly.

“I… well I…” the words died in her throat as he leaned closer, his eyes boring into hers, “yes,” she whispered.

“Why would you do that?” he murmured, his lips pausing just a hair’s breadth away from her own.

“Because.. Because I-” she leaned in the rest of the way. Everything faded except for the glorious sensation of his mouth moving against hers, his hands still cupping her face, holding her as if terrified that she would disappear. He tasted like chocolate and mint and cream, like a rich drink that you just want to savor as it warms you. He nibbled hesitantly on her lower lip and she deepened the kiss, losing herself in the feel of him. He pressed forward, one arm wrapping around her back and she broke away with a cry of pain, her arm trapped between them.

“Sorry! I’m sorry,” he stammered, awkwardly petting her upper arm. “This problem isn’t the right time for… well…” he coughed, his face going scarlet.

He stood and helped her to her feet as well. “We should get you someplace safe and deal with that akuma.” He began leading her out of the alley and back towards the main street towards a familiar cafe. He put an arm around her shoulder and she couldn’t resist leaning her head against him as he guided her into the small shop. It wasn’t until he was settling her down into a chair by the shops fire, the various staff and patrons whispering excitedly at her presence, that his words actually registered.

“I thought you said Chat was dealing with the akuma?” she asked, confused.

“He’s been a little preoccupied,” Adrien laughed nervously, “but I think it’s time he got to work on fetching a butterfly for you, don’t you think My Lady?”

“Adrien?” she gasped, eyes going wide as she stared at him.

He smiled- wide, and happy, and just a little sheepish. He brought her fingertips to his lips and gave them a delicate kiss.

“We’ll talk when I get back,” he said with a wink, the turned and hurried out.

5

I wasn’t going to bother uploading this since it’s in the zine, but then I remembered I wrote a crack fic to go with it. It’s under the cut.

Warning: I know nothing about soccer. I know nothing about writing.

Rated T for minor cussing lol

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Some thoughts on that episode

- lashana is such a good actress. in the first scene when escalus shows up she’s literally almost biting out the dialogue and it’s such an amazing mix of contempt and smugness. basically her face whenever escalus says anything is gold. she’s just 100% not here for his bullshit
- isabella is a feminist and a badass and when escalus made that comment about women and gossip she looked like she was about to slap him and same tbh
- lord montague casually shooting at benvolio with a crossbow was more entertaining than I thought it would be
- torrance coombs and ebonee noel are two supremely attractive humans
- rosalines betrothal dress was so beautiful I had to take a minute to breathe
- we were BLESSED with rosvolio. i could literally talk about them forever but one moment in particular murdered me. when benvolio and rapist mcfuckface were grappling and rapist mcfuckface fell to his death and rosaline looked so distraught DID YOU SEE BENS REACTION. He seemed so in awe of her compassion and you could see his eyes soften and im in so deep with these two its frankly embarrassing.

Honestly the best part of that whole episode was when Skye went back to Ward and apologised and told him her real name.

Like Skye had no reason to this, she really had no need for him anymore and no need to put up with the charade. She could have just went on that metro with Jemma and go continue the OP without him or leave the framework or hell she doesnt owe him anything she could have just shot him right there and then to get rid of him or tell him to buzz off tbh. 

But no she literally went back, apologised in such a sympathetic tone BEC HE WAS PROTECTING HER AND OTHER INHUMANS AND SHE DIDNT WANT HIM TO FEEL GUILTY FOR PUTTING VIJAY AT RISK, and when he asked her name, she literally told him the truth like SHE HAS NO REASON TO TELL HIM THE TRUTH. And then Ward literally smiles when she says her name and is so accepting he literally doesnt care bec he loves her.

THIS IS WHAT WE SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN AGES AGO.

anonymous asked:

Male companions react to a fem!sole who's chubby and self conscious about it?

(just so ppl know they sent a separate ask for Kent and Edward) Every time Kent Connolly is mentioned, I think about the time my sister called him Kenneth and it makes me laaaauuugghhh.

Codsworth: He knew that they were self conscious before, and he always told her that she look perfectly fine and that he thoroughly enjoyed her. 

Danse: Sole confessed to Danse that she were more than a little self conscious about her weight. Danse just looked at her without saying anything, after a little while he sighed and put his hand on her shoulder, “soldier, I can assure you, your size couldn’t change my feelings toward you what so ever.” He made sure to give her strong eye contact so that she knew he was sincere. “You’re excellent the way you are, and if anyone’s superficial enough to not want to associate with you because of the way you look, then they simply don’t deserve your company anyway.” 

Deacon: “Jeez boss, tell me how ya REALLY feel why dontcha..” Sole gave Deacon a confused look, she had just told him how she really felt about herself, she didn’t mention anything about him. He looked at her and slapped his own tummy, “if you think you look bad, I can’t even imagine what you must think of me!” He continued on being dramatic, and the entire time Sole was just, “????” After awhile he finally said, “so you realize how ridiculous that sounds right?” He crossed his arms and looked at her with a smile on his face, “no really, you look f i n e. I know it’ll take some time, but I’ll do whatever it takes to help you to look at yourself with confidence.”  Afterward he just wrapped one arm around her shoulder and told her it was time for them to head out. 

Dogmeat: He loves her no matter what size or shape she is!!!!!

Edward: He looked at her with confusion, did Sole really think about her weight like that? He didn’t say anything, he was thinking to himself. After a little while, he looked at her right in the eye and said, “I just want you to know, when we first met, I really thought you looked damn pristine compared to everyone else I’ve met, and I work for the Cabots,” he paused, “how you think of yourself isn’t really my business, but I just want you to know that I personally think you look good.” His voice kind of trailed off, he wasn’t entirely sure if what he was saying sounded weird or out of place. “Anyway, don’t worry about it too much, really.” 

Gage: “What, are you forreal?” For a moment, Gage doubted that she was telling the truth when she said she was self conscious about her weight. Once he realized that she meant it, he gave her a heavy sigh. “Boss, I really can’t stress this enough, no one really cares about whatcha look like.” He gestured to some nearby raiders, “have you seen some of these guys? They’ve got nothing on you.” He told her not to worry about it, and that he thinks she looks good no matter what. 

Hancock: Hancock was no stranger to being self conscious about one’s looks, but he was always confident in his personality. Once Sole had told him how she felt about her own appearance, he gave her the most genuine smile. “D’ya think I’d really care about that? You’re perfect the way you are,” he embraced her in a hug, “and I wouldn’t change a single thing about you.” He fell silent and just held her for a little while. After he let her go, he looked her up and down and looked like he was in deep thought. “I don’t know, I don’t think I could even dream of someone more ideal than you.” He smirked at her and told her that the next time she doubted her looks, she should tell him and he’ll make her feel brighter than the sun. (in my mind Hancock likes a particularly soft girl anyway sooo)

Kent: “No kidding?” Kent didn’t really know why she was telling him this now, his initial thought was maybe she didn’t think she was fit enough to be the silver shroud. Because of this thought he went off on a big spiel on how the Silver Shroud can look like what ever, and how anyone who wants to be him can be if they want to and that no one should tell them otherwise. After his big ol’ speech, he just sat there smiling at her. He didn’t really get what she meant, but she appreciated his enthusiasm. 

MacCready: Sole had told him that she was self conscious about her weight, and it took some time for it to register what she meant in MacCready’s mind. Never in his life did he really care about his or other people’s looks. Yeah sure some particular people would catch his eye but that was about it. He put his hands on her face and looked her in the eye, “listen to me. No matter what, and no matter what anyone says or thinks.. You. Look. Great.” His voice was serious, and she could feel how hard he was trying to get his words to her. “Just because some douche bag doesn’t think you’re attractive, won’t stop you from being attractive. And if someone actually says anything to you regarding your weight, just you watch, I’ll teach them a lesson. Count on it.” He let her go and turned his back to her and shrugged, “at least, I like the way you look anyway…. *awkward cough*” 

Nick: Once Sole had told him how she felt about herself, Nick gave her a compassionate look. He rubbed what was left of his face and looked at her. “You should know, that never once, in all the time that we’ve known each other, did I think you looked bad or, big.” He paused for a moment, to let what he said sink in. “You shouldn’t care about what people think you look like, besides, most people these days only care about your personality or how well you can survive.” 

Preston: Ever since Sole told him about how she felt about her weight, Preston made a conscious effort to compliment her often. He knew he couldn’t change how she felt about herself, but he wanted to make sure she knew how he felt about her. It wasn’t often enough to be annoying, but Sole always appreciated any compliments he gave her. When she first told him how she felt, he didn’t even say anything, he just embraced her immediately. He didn’t say anything afterward either, he just hugged her and that was that. She understood what he was doing once he started the compliments, but she didn’t mind it. Preston likes to care for people in subtle ways, which this was just another one of those things. 

Strong: He could not care less about it, all he cares about is how strong she is lol

X6-88: X6 literally never in his existence considered paying attention to someone’s weight. Sole has time and time again showed him just how strong her and her personality is, and that’s all that mattered to him, and he made sure she knew that. He, almost angrily, told her just how highly he really sees her, which was really confusing to Sole, considering how he said it. After all that he just, dropped the subject, quickly. He told her not to worry about it too much.

Obsessions (Peter Parker x Reader)

Originally posted by lcarenpage

Word count: 1544

Pairing: peter parker x reader 

AN: You can read part two and three here

 Letting out a sigh as the cool night air nipped at your skin, causing you to pull the jacket you were wearing tighter around your body. Looking over at your sister who was looking down at her phone and where she was walking simultaneously, checking for updates on the sightings of Spider-man.

Your sister is obsessed with Spider-man and trying to meet him and when you say obsessed you don’t mean it lightly. She goes on these “hunts” I guess you could call them for Spider-man and you just happen to get dragged along with her. It’s not like you hate the guy, you’d just rather be doing literally anything else than following your sister around the streets just so she can catch a glimpse of the masked vigilante. And he was all she talked about. Instead of obsessing over bands or a famous actor like most teens, your sister took the more dangerous option of a hobby and decided to walk around the city in hopes of stumbling across the spider guy, which means she was basically looking for trouble. You knew you could be home right now but you didn’t like knowing that your sister was walking the streets at night alone, so you dragged yourself along on her little expeditions.

“Hey sis, maybe we should head back home now…I mean it’s getting pretty late.” There was this uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach that you couldn’t shake, like something terrible was about to happen. 

Your sister stopped walking, turning to look at you with an annoyed expression. “Ugh why are you worrying all the time. I don’t even ask you to come with me on these things you just do anyways. Go home if it’s bothering you that much." 

Taking a deep breath, trying to control your anger you spoke calmly towards her even though you wanted to scream at her after the attitude she just gave you, you knew she wouldn’t agree if you took that option. "I’m just protecting you okay, it’s not safe for us to be out this late, especially alone. Please can we go back now, I promise we can do this again tomorrow…" 

Giving in she sulked but nodded her head nonetheless. "Fine. But we’re doing this again tomorrow." Leading the way as she turned around with her arms crossed, changing her direction to back home. Rolling your eyes at her bratty behaviour you followed along, sometimes you just couldn’t believe that she was older than you. That she was the nineteen year old and you were the one who was seventeen. 

You eventually made it outside your apartment complex, relief washing over you as you felt the safety of being home. Your sister wasted no time in entering the complex, but you were distracted by a sound coming from the alley behind you. 

Gulping visibly you turned around, almost letting out a scream at what you saw but it was muffled by two large grubby hands that had now grabbed you and pulled you into the alley. You were alone and there was no way your sister would have noticed your absence already, her head was always stuck in the clouds. 

 Hot tears ran down your face as you were roughly slammed into a brick wall, trying to free yourself from the strangers grip as you thrashed your legs around like a madman. But it was no use, you couldn’t escape his strong grip. But that didn’t make you give up hope as you continued to try and escape the mans grasp, attempting to scream out for help. 

 "Shut the fuck up before I blow a bullet into your brains.” The man snarled as he pulled out a gun from his jacket and pressed it against your temple. Whimpers left your mouth at the feeling, this was it, you were going to die. You let out a shaky breath as you waited for the man to speak again…but he never did. 

 Instead you felt his body being ripped off of your own and thrown into a wall. Your eyes widened at the sight before you as you tried to get your breathing back to a steady pace. Looking around for the person who saved you, your eyes connected with the masked ones of spider-man. Yup…Spider-Man. 

Letting out a sigh of relief you straightened up, coming off from against the wall. The masked hero moved towards you slowly as if he was worried that he’d scare you away. “Are you alright miss?” Concern was laced in his voice which sounded younger than you expected. He sounded around your age, like a teenager. 

“U-uh yes, thank you. For saving me and all." You didn’t know how to react, no one ever tells you how to have a conversation with a superhero. Your vision travelled down to the concreted ground as you avoided the mans gaze.

"It’s what I do. Ya know, friendly neighbourhood Spider-man and all that." He chuckled nervously, reaching his arm up behind his head. Wondering why he seemed so nervous you looked up at him once again, raising an eyebrow at his strange behaviour. "You’re a lot different than I expected." 

"W-what do you mean?” He stuttered his words out and you couldn’t help yourself from finding it really cute. Yes, you found the mighty superhero that you’d been complaining about all day cute. What the hell was going on. "It’s just that, you sound so young. Like a teenager.“ 

Letting out a chuckle at your words the boy leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. "Well you’re not exactly old yourself." 

You couldn’t help but laugh at his words, maybe he wasn’t so bad after all. "Touche." 

He was closer to you now so that you could get a better look at him and all the details on his suit. "What’s your name?" 

"I’m Y/N. I would ask for yours but I know you have a secret identity and all that." 

"Do you need help getting home Y/N?”

“I actually live right here, just in that window up there. Just have back luck I guess." You exclaimed as you pointed up at your window.

"I’ll give you a ride." Looking over your shoulder at the boy, you looked at him in confusion. You gave him a puzzled look, what on earth did he mean? "What are you talking ab-" 

Before you could finish your sentence Spider-man had grabbed you by the waist and shot his web shooter at your window, swinging you both up onto the fire escape outside of it. Your body was frozen as he put you down, still shaken up from the unexpected "ride”. 

He opened the window for you as he helped you get inside, you seemed to come back to reality as your feet touched the carpeted floors. “What the fuck was that?!" 

The boy slid through the window after you, chuckling at your words and stunned expression. "Relax, I just was helping you out." 

"Don’t ever do that again, or at least give a girl some warning next time. You can’t just fling people up to their windows unexpectedly.”

“Sorry about that. So what were you doing out this late at night anyway?" He asked as he looked around your room, walking up to take a closer look at the posters that hung on your wall. Without thinking much of your words, you answered honestly. "Looking for you." 

Looking back at you abruptly you could imagine the confusion displayed on his face. "What?" Your eyes widened realising what you said as you rushed out an explanation, stumbling over your words. "Well not me really. My older sister has a huge crush on you-no it’s more of an obsession really. And she always wants to go out and find you which I know is dangerous anyway but she even goes at night which is so unsafe. So I follow along so she doesn’t get herself killed. But it’s looks like I’m the one who should be looking out." 

He leaned back against the wall, the tone of his voice telling you he was currently wearing a cocky grin. "I didn’t realise I had fans that dedicated." Rolling your eyes at his ego as you sat on the edge of your bed. "Her obsession is scary really. If she knew you were in my bedroom right now…” You chuckled to yourself as you thought of the expression that would be on her face if she found out you had Spider-man in your room and not her.

“You’re not gonna say anything…are you?" The superhero questioned worriedly as he moved to stand in front of you. Smirking at his question you sighed as you leaned back on your sheets, staring up at the ceiling as you responded. "Nah that’s not my style." 

Nodding his head Spider-man glanced at the clock that sat on your bedside table, showing that it was in fact really late and he should probably be heading home now. "I-I gotta go, but maybe I’ll see you around?" He asked hopefully as he made his way over to the window. Turning your head and smiling at the boy, you couldn’t help but find yourself wanting to see him again too. "Maybe. See ya Spider-guy.”

anonymous asked:

hc's for the paladins with a touch-starved s/o who needs a lot of long hugs and physical affection? (my mom doesn't hug me enough lol)

SHIRO:

  • He loves this about his s/o, but he won’t admit it. He likes to give them lots and lots of hugs! He loves the warmth they give off when they hug/cuddle.
  • He prefers to do the cuddling in private courters but he doesn’t mind hugging/hand holding, ya know the small things, in public. He has to show off that his s/o is his in one way or another.
  • Every night before bed, they have a mandatory cuddle session to satisfy his s/o’s needs. Let me just say the requirements are met.
  • He likes to have his s/o sit on his lap while he’s reading. It’s super comforting to both of them!

KEITH: 

  • This takes his a second to get used too, being him and all, but when he gets past the awkward stage he enjoys it! Just like Shiro, he’ll never tell his s/o that.
  • He always has an arm on/around his s/o if they’re near by and if it’s not bothering anyone. He doesn’t mind PDA all the much if it doesn’t bother anyone else. Of course he doesn’t go crazy, just a peck on the cheek or a  chaste kiss that lingers for a moment. Nothing more than that.
  • They have cuddle sessions in the morning and night if they can. At night they, take their showers and relax in each others arms just talking about whatever they like, then they slowly fall asleep.
  • Footsie is a reoccurring thing with these two. It’s a simple and somewhat secretive way to show appreciation for each other until Lance calls them out on it and embarrassing the shit out of Keith.

LANCE: 

  • He’s told his s/o on multiple occasions that he loves the fact they crave psychical attention. He feels like he’s needed and he likes that a lot.
  • Constant PDA with these two! Everyone takes turns at telling them to get a room, but alas, that’s never going to happen.
  • Constant snuggle parties! No matter the time of day, if there’s some free time, you can guarantee that they’re cuddling somewhere in the castle.
  • He gets a little jealous when he see’s his s/o hugging someone else. ‘That’s my job!’ is what he thinks and he doesn’t hide it all that well. You can see him turn green with jealously, his s/o has to remind him that they’re allowed to hug their friends but he’s the person they only enjoy cuddling with. Such a child this one.

PIDGE:

  • She’s doesn’t have an opinion on her s/o’s craving for psychical attention. She of course complies with their wishes and doesn’t mind the hugging and cuddling. 
  • These guys prefer to cuddle the morning just when they wake up and are all sleepy. Pidge loves her s/o’s sleepy face and thinks it’s adorable. She wouldn’t say anything about it though, maybe one day.
  • She doesn’t care for PDA too much, she does allow somethings, but not too often. She feels that the intimate things should be kept private.

HUNK:

  • He, along with Shiro and Keith, like this part about this s/o. He’s literally a giant teddy bear, how could he not like it! It’s also great for his s/o!
  • He’s constantly hugging his s/o, if you need him to do something, you’re gonna need to literally rip they apart.
  • They only cuddle in public, but they keep the more intimate things private. They also kiss each other on the cheek and hold hands a lot as well.
  • His favorite thing is to cuddle with his s/o, it just makes him so happy. He gets to hold the person he loves most, of course he’s happy!
Silver Balls- Eisuke Ichinomiya (NSFW)

The story of an undrunken Eisuke getting controlled and commanded by his drunken girlfriend! This is my first smut on Tumblr, and I’m sure there’s some scope for improvement. Readers and followers, if you wish to suggest areas for improvement, feel free to message me! 😁


It was Christmas Eve, and the Penthouse was beautifully decorated, complete with the huge Christmas tree and gold and silver colored decorations. _____, boyfriend Eisuke and the other bidders were having a really good time with all the food and drinks……until….

She got horribly drunk, no sorry, was gotten horribly drunk by two huge criminals – Ota and Baba. She started swirling the champagne bottle, as her dopamine levels scooted high and higher; so high that she could not keep herself from stumbling and falling. After stumbling two times over the sofa and falling thrice on an extremely annoyed Eisuke, she sat quietly in her place.

“How dare you get her so drunk?!” Eisuke asked Ota and Baba furiously.

“Not our fault. You are the one who came late. Else you would’ve stopped her. Or maybe us.” Baba replied with a wink.

“Yesssss…..Eiiiiisukkeeeee, it’s…it’s not…their fault at….all…haha!!” she said, laughing a bit and taking another sip from the almost empty champagne bottle in her hand.

“Oh god _________! You’re terribly drunk, let’s go back to our suite.” He snatched the bottle from her hand while the others giggled.

“Nooooo Eisukeeeee pleaseeeeeee lemme drink some moreeeee….”

“Not at all! Cummon now!” he said sternly, trying to get her off the sofa.

Just the Ota’s phone rang. And that’s when the huge disaster of the evening took place.

All my friends are Heathens, take it slow….Wait for them to ask you who you know….

Please don’t make any sudden move; you don’t know the half of the abuse…”

 

The ringtone played on. Ota kept the phone aside, when _____ got up from her seat and started singing,

“Yes my man’s an asshole, takes it slowwww…..”

Eisuke stared at her, bewildered, body frozen, and eyes wide with shock. The other bidders looked more than amused at this.

“Woo hoo _______. That’s so nice! Keep going!!” Ota cheered while Baba and Mamoru laughed.

“Yes my man’s an asshole, takes it slowwww……

Wait for him to ask…me….where to fuck!

Please don’t make any s…s…sudden moooveee……

You don’t know….haha….he’s got nice balls too!” she sang, much to Eisuke’s dismay. He stood where he was mouth slightly agape.

“Oho Eisuke….the kid sings like…hella well!” Mamoru commented.

“I never knew she had it in her!” Soryu said, with a mischievous smirk which earned him an angry glare from Eisuke.

“_______, stop that please.” Eisuke said getting up and pulling her towards their suite.

“Naawwwww Eisuke, bad boyyyyyy!!!” she slurred and got away from him, moving back until she stumbled and hit the Christmas tree. Thank goodness she was drunk; else the tree would have been down upon her. But what happened now was the worst. Or the future best. The small force caused a few decoration balls to fall off the top of the tree and ____ managed to catch some of them. She started giggling, formulating more incoherent words for putting into the song.

“Yes my man’s an asshole takes it slowww…..

He’s got great balls like these silver balls….!” she sang, squeezing the balls in an absolute vulgar manner, causing the bidders to laugh even more; whereas Eisuke grew red. She continued taking that as a token of appreciation….

“Yes my man’s an asshole takes it sloww…..

He’s got great balls like these silver balls….!

He don’t care, what time it is, which room…..!

He once fucked me on the table toooo!!”

That was the end of it for Eisuke. Face redder than a tomato, he forcefully pulled _____ and dragged her towards their suite.

“Heyyy Eisukkkiiiieee lemmmee sinnggg….Eisukeee you asshole!!” she whined constantly and tried to escape his grasp.

“Cummon Eisuke let us hear her sweet voice.” Baba said grinning.

“Shut up! Just shut up, okay!!” Eisuke said, out of sheer embarrassment.

“Heyy cummon _______, tell us more about what he does.” Ota said.

“Oh yes….he once put a cheesecake on my….-“she started again, but Eisuke cut her off immediately.

“No ________, no! You aren’t going to say a word after this!” he shouted, opened the door and pushed her inside, hearing the amused laughs of the others as he did so.

“Yes Eisuke…you’re an asshole…!”

Eisuke sighed. It irritated him to have such vulgar things about him heard by others; more because they came from _____’s mouth. But ______ was certainly in mood for some fun. She pulled him by his tie and both of them fell back onto the bed.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asked, trying to get up and push her away. But she pulled him back against herself and started kissing his jaws and neck.

“____, please stop this and go to sleep.” Eisuke tried to stop her, but failed. She straddled his torso and started kissing his lips, her eyes showing a sense of roguery. Eisuke froze. Just what was happening? The hell was this drunken woman up to?! When did she become so damn bold?! And so utterly shameless?! His hands rested on her waist, temporarily allowing her advances; until his neurons got back into function. He started kissing her back, clearly tasting the remnants of champagne on her lips. _____ moved her hands up and down his chest, thighs and upper arms. He started pulling the zip of her dress when she smacked his hand.

“Ouch…”

“Bad boy, very….bad…boy…Eisuke!” she scolded and got off him. He tried to hold her back by her wrist but she shook him off anyways.

“What are you upto baby? You get me this hot and now you’re leaving?” he said, the annoyance apparent in his voice.

“Who said I was leaving, huh?” she replied stumbling a bit, but gaining balance. Before Eisuke could open his mouth to say anything further, quick as a flash, she took off her dress and threw it off in a random direction. Surprise for him. Eisuke-0, ____-1.

His literally stared at her, pupils dilated and mouth dry. And he would be lying if he said ‘he wasn’t thrilled’or ‘this is nothing!’ Never had _____ been so bold. If she had, then he’d definitely not seen it. But oh god, she did look sexy, so sexy that he wouldn’t mind chaining her to the bed and having his way with her; roughly.He looked like a hungry, horny wolf, which hadn’t mated since months and was seeing a potential mate for the first time. He propped himself up, ready to take off his own clothes, but she pushed him and straddled him once again. “Bad boys don’t get their candy….so soon!” she said, biting her lip seductively. She grinded her hips and he groaned.

“____, I swear stop it!” he growled in a low tone. This further amused the inebriated girl. She pulled Eisuke’s hands above his head and held them there, surprisingly with a lot of strength. Eisuke tried breaking the constraint so that he could teach his little vixen how to behave, but all in vain. She was stronger than he’d expected. This display of strength was new for him. He never knew a drunken woman could be this strong.

“____, do you know what effect doing this can have?” he asked, raising a brow. He was trying his best to be patient. He didn’t want to have rough sex with her in a drunken state. But this goddamned woman was driving him crazy; he doubted if he could further contain the hungry inner beast.

“I’ve know ya for quite sometime ‘suke. And I just know what all you can do!” she cooed, with a smirk. Unzipping his trousers, she pulled them down, along with his expensive black Emporio Armani boxers, revealing something far more precious- his heated erection.

“Looks like someone’s yearning for  friction…..” ____ said, licking her lips. Eisuke gulped as the remaining blood from his head, rushed downwards. He was caught in a spell, a sexy spell that she had cast on him. She flicked his erection.

“Ow heck!” he almost shouted. _____ giggled. “Please don’t do that….it hurts…”

She did it once again, harder this time. “Fuck!” he shouted, “Stop it you damn woman!” She laughed wickedly. Eisuke Ichinomiya was under he control tonight. So were his Silver Balls. She finally released his wrists and pulled his trousers and boxer off his legs. Eisuke looked at her, secretly anticipating her next move. She looked into his eyes and slid herself down his body, until her face came in contact with his cock.She gave it one slick lick.

“Ahhh….”Eisuke groaned lightly. She slowly took his entire cock into her mouth and started sucking on it.

“Oh -fuck……!” he moaned, kicking his right leg hard. Despite of how cold, narcissistic and oblivious he appeared on the outside, he hated to admit, he was sensitive down there. And _____ was driving him crazy. She was his personal Achilles’ heel. She was the only one who could make him vulnerable; while being so vulnerable herself.

“Ah…ah…._________! Oh god please!” he moaned, running one his hands through ________’s hair.

She smiled. He was helpless and she’d made him like that! It was good to see Eisuke Ichinomiya lose control once a while. She redoubled her efforts and sucked harder.

“Fuckkk…….” he growled. Eisuke’s hands were now free but he couldn’t even move. His head was buried into the pillow and his eyes rolled back into his brain. She had brought out the most vulnerable, sensitive and weak him. Someone whom the others won’t ever believe to be Eisuke Ichinomiya.

“________….I’m there, I’m t-there!” he roughly breathed out. And ______ stopped her caresses. Just as he was about to cum.

“What…..why?” he asked, his eyes holding an expression of longing in them.

“Bad boy Eisuke, you have to admit some things today.” she said, winking at him.

Eisuke furrowed his brows. Him? Admitting things? As if…..

“Me?” he questioned.

“Yes baby boy. YOU.” she said, “Firstly, admit it that you….are…an…asshole.

“What? NEVER!” he said defiantly. She took his cock out of her mouth and looked up at him, batting her eyelashes.

“_____ no fair. Don’t stop please!” he begged.

“Admit it then.”

“No! No! Never!” he said, with a smirk.

“No? Really?” she said, kissing his balls, blatantly paying no attention to his erect member, which desperately needed friction.His smirk immediately disappeared. Eisuke was too tired, too embarrassed to stroke himself. Rather, he was still in shock, as far as her boldness was concerned. He wanted this. He wanted this badly. Wanted to reach his high. He wanted her body. Setting aside all his pride, for the first and perhaps the last time, he said, “Yes _____, yes. I admit that I’m an asshole.”

She smiled and started sucking him again as a reward. He gave out a satisfied moan.

“Number two. Admit it that you are…actually…liking this!” she said

“Yes! Yes! I like this! I like this so damn much!” he moaned.

“Third, admit it that you consider each and every inch of yourself as mine”

“Ah….ah….yes…oh _______, Yes!” he shouted, nearing his high again.

“Now beg for it.”, _____ said, sucking harder.

“I…ah….d-don’t just beg….oh!” he said, moaning in reflex.

“So you won’t eh?” she said coyly and sucked him the hardest she could.

“Fuck yes! Aahhh….I want you please! _____, I want y-you so bad!” he almost screamed in pleasure. That was it for Eisuke. He couldn’t take anymore of the teasing. THIS was what he did to ______ everytime. He made her beg. He made her moan and writhe helplessly. He made her scream in desperation and ecstasy. But today, that privilege was not on his cards. He was under her control.

______ left Eisuke’s cock and straddled him once again. He opened his eyes and looked into hers, wondering why she’d stopped inspite of him having put up with her demands. She let her lips find his while he hugged her flush to his still clothed chest.

“Take me”, she asserted.

She was willing to give herself to him. She was being incredibly susceptible, inspite of knowing Eisuke could punish her in the worst way. That was LOVE for Eisuke. He kissed her and shifted her to his side, opening his shirt buttons whilst never taking it off. Positioning his hardness at her wet entrance, he slowly pushed in. Spooning was something Eisuke had never tried. But heck, it felt amazing! Eisuke’s thrusts were short, yet passionate. His face buried in the crook of ______’s neck.

“Suki….suki….ahhhh….Eisuke! I’m close!” she screamed.

“Ah baby, I’m close too”, Eisuke moaned along. Every time his cock entered her, it made a weird and erotic squelching sound, which added to their combined arousals.

“Eisuke…please!!! I’m cumming!”

“Hah…wait for me baby..ah!”

“Ahh no, I c-can’t take it E-Eisuke, please!”

“Yes baby…..”

“Suki…EISUKE!!”, _____ screamed loudly as she came.

“Fuck _____!!”, Eisuke groaned into her ears as his orgasm shook his core, his hips coming to a steady halt after the final few thrusts. Finally, coming so hard was worth every bit of the teasing! Both of them tried to catch their breaths as their arousal seeped out of _____.

“Eisuke, baby are you okay?” she asked as she turned to face him.

“Yeah” he managed to say through his harsh pants, “that was amazing ____!”

_____ blushed a bit.

“Seems that her high is wearing out”, thought Eisuke.

“I love you Eisuke”, ____ said, giving him small pecks across his jaws and collarbones. Eisuke propped himself on his elbows and took off his blazer and shirt, both of which were horribly creased and drenched with sweat. ____ pulled the comforter on their warm bodies. Today had been amazing for both of them. Eisuke pulled her flush against himself, enjoying the soft feeling of her body.

“I admit one more thing _____. I’m madly in love with you. You make me behave like a horny bastard there, I so damn love you.”, he said, his cheeks flushing a light shade of red. ____ smiled as sleep overcame her. Eisuke continued stroking her hair even after she’d slept. She had been so bold today. Heck, if he’d only recorded everything; she’d definitely forget it all in the morning and wouldn’t believe him! But then, it was a good thing to tease her about. All thanks to Ota’s ringtone and the guys who got her drunk. Sneaky bastards. Eisuke chuckled a bit as he remembered some of the lyrics of what ____ sang.

“How senseless!”, he thought. Thank goodness he stopped her in time, else she would’ve definitely blurted out the entire cheesecake incident to those guys.

“You’d better be ready for a punishment sweetheart, for getting drunk and calling me an asshole, for making me admit embarrassing things, for speaking too much in front of the guys and for stripping me off my pride.”

But, that was all for some other time. Right now, Eisuke focused his gaze  on her contented face. It was one in  a million, and he’d never give her up. For anyone. For anything.


The True Epilogue (a Harry Potter fanfic)

*in which all my ships are true and things are great*

Several pairs of curious eyes followed the family of five as they pushed through the crowd at Kings Cross Station toward the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Atop the packed trolleys that the parents pushed were two cages- one containing a beautiful snowy owl and the other a badger, which made grumpy noises every few seconds.
“Hang in there, Comet,” the black-haired boy said placatingly. “I know it’s no fun, but you’ve got to behave.”
“I don’t know why you had to bring the stupid thing anyway,” his brother said, rolling his eyes. “It’s not on the approved list.”
“Yes, but he’s injured!”
“All your pets are or were injured.”
“And he has separation anxiety!”
“I bet they’ll take it away from you.”
“James!” their father scolded as Matthew’s bright blue eyes widened in fear. “Don’t say things like that. Your dad and I wrote to Headmistress McGonagall in advance, and she said it was fine.” Draco put a hand on Matthew’s shoulder. “No one is going to take Comet away.”
“Hey,” Harry said suddenly, “there’s Ginny, Luna, and the girls.” The youngest Potter shrieked and made to run toward the family friends, but Draco grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
“Callisto Ariana Potter, what have we told you about running off?” he scolded. She smiled cheekily.
“Not to do it, I think.”
“Well, you think right. Look, here they are now, anyway.” The other family reached them, and there were cheerful greetings all around.
“So, shall we cross over?” Luna asked, and Ginny nodded. Their oldest daughter, Nymphadora, took a step forward, but her sister exclaimed, “Wait!” Nym raised an eye brow.
“What is it, Gillian?” The redhead bounced excitedly on her toes as she answered.
“This is Matty and my first year going through as actual students, so we should get to go first!” Matt held up both hands to show that he was not a part of this. Nym was already squinting, though.
“I say, whoever gets through first gets through first,” she said challengingly. She and Gillian turned and raced for the barrier together, disappearing through it within a second of each other. Ginny sighed in exasperation, pushing a trolley forward to follow them. Luna only looked amused as she trailed after her wife. Callisto tugged on Draco’s sleeve.
“I thought you said no running,” she told him, frowning.
“Yes, but I can’t control what they do. They’re not my children.” This argument lost its value, though, when James pushed ahead through the barrier as well. Harry groaned.
“I promise I’ll talk to him, Callie,” he said to avoid the rising complaints. The rest of the family followed James.
“Can I go this year, Daddy?” Callie asked. Harry shook his head with a chuckle.
“Just one more year, sweetheart.” She scowled and stamped the ground.
“Dad?” Matt said as James boarded the train with Nym (though Gillian stayed behind to wait). “Do you know what House I’m gonna be in?” Harry smiled and shook his head.
“No one knows for sure ahead of time,” he said, “but I know you’ll be great no matter what.”
“And luckily,” Draco added, “you know kids in every House, so you’ll always have someone to talk to.” Callie tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder.
“I’m gonna be a Slytherin,” she said confidently. A little bit of pride shone in Draco’s eyes.
“I don’t doubt it.”
“Alright, Matt. Go on and take your stuff,” Harry said gently. “You and Gillian should get on board. You don’t want to get left behind. Matt nodded and moved toward the train, then swiveled and threw himself into his father’s arms.
"I’m gonna miss you,” he said. Harry hugged him hard.
“I’ll miss you too, kiddo.” Matt hugged Draco too, and then he and Gillian got their stuff and waded through the small crowd to the train door.
“We’ll write!” Draco called after him.
“Every day, if you want!” Harry added. Matt gave them a slightly wavering grin before disappearing.
__________

Matthew thought he was ready for the Sorting. He thought he’d either be in Gryffindor, like Harry, or Slytherin like Draco. He definitely was not expecting the Sorting Hat to yell out “HUFFLEPUFF!” the moment it touched his head. To ecstatic cheers from his new Housemates, he made his way dazedly toward the Hufflepuff table. He’d heard Hufflepuffs called ‘duffers’ and 'goody two-shoes’ and even once 'the stoner House’, none of which sounded very positive to Matt. Still, he put on a brave face. A cobalt-haired Teddy Lupin clapped him on the back as he sat down.
“Glad to have you, Matt!” he enthused. That’s right! Teddy’s a Hufflepuff, and he’s not so bad. This thought didn’t erase his disappointment entirely, but it did help. What helped even more was hearing another shout of “HUFFLEPUFF!” immediately following a call of “Weasley, Gillian”. Matt broke into a grin as his best friend sat beside him.
“I can’t believe I’m a Hufflepuff,” he stage-whispered to her. Surprisingly, she rolled her eyes and laughed.
“Oh, please. Like you could have been anything else.” His eyebrows furrowed.
“What do you mean?”
“Let’s see. For starters, you’re a vegetarian. You always get one of your dads to take you to random volunteer things. You never let anyone get away with saying mean things. You take in injured animals- you’ve literally got twenty different pets now, if you hadn’t noticed- and your favorite just happens to be a badger, the symbol of Hufflepuff House. Honestly, if you’d been sorted anywhere else, I would have died of surprise.” Matt laughed.
“Well, when you put it like that.”
Any remaining worries he had about his Sorting vanished the moment they stepped foot in the common room. It was vastly wide and round, with honey-colored walls. The lighting was a mixture of natural light coming through the circular windows and and a warmer, golden light shining from within glass spheres on intricately carved stands. The room itself felt like mid-autumn and laughter. Best of all, there were animals. Matt suddenly understood why the Headmistress had given in to his parents’ request to accept Comet so quickly. There were maybe two dozen creatures- some magical (like a pixie and a clutter of puffskeins), some nonmagical (like a hawk, a dog, a rabbit, and a beautiful peacock). Matt heard a loud noise and turned.
“Comet!” The excited badger barreled across the room and into his legs. Matt crooned as he and Gillian bent down to pet it. A few of their new Housemates crowded around to coo at the addition to their strange zoo.
“I think this little guy will be happy here,” Teddy said. “As far as I know, we’ve never had a badger. Which is honestly ridiculous, given our symbol.” Matt laughed. I think I’m gonna like it here.
__________

James had never felt so ashamed and rejected. The words still echoed in his head. “Not the right fit,” they had said. He, James Alexander Potter, wasn’t the right fit for Gryffindor seeker. It was humiliating. After all, his own dad had supposedly been the best seeker Gryffindor ever had, and Draco had been his Slytherin counterpart. Yet James had failed.
It wasn’t that James was vain or inflexible- when they said he’d make a better chaser, he’d tried out with all his effort and scored the spot. It was a matter of belonging. James, the oldest, was the only one of the Potter children who wasn’t the biological child of either parent. Matt was Harry’s- as anyone could see by the untamable hair and the awkward knobby knees. Callie was Draco’s- again apparent by the blonde hair and the confident ambition. James was alone with his plain brown hair and hazel eyes and his (apparent) lack of Seeking skills. To add insult to injury, this meant he was the only one with no blood ties to the Lovegood/Weasley family, which had been interwoven with the Potters’ in the cases of Matt and Callie, as well as Nym and Gillian. In any case, he wasn’t sure what to do now. He had no other way to prove himself worthy of being the son of the Chosen One.
“You know it doesn’t matter to them,” Aiden Finnigan told him. “Your dads, I mean. You’re their son, and they love you.” They were in the Gryffindor common room that evening, and James gazed into the fire, only half-listening as he dwelled on his own shame. He sighed.
“Yeah, I know. It’s just… man, you know I don’t normally care what people think of me, but this is different. People look at Matt and they see Harry Potter. They don’t even act much alike, but Matt’s got the look and that’s enough for everyone. Me, what have I got?”
“Bravery, willingness, an open mind, a mischievous nature, and great taste in friends.” James looked up from the fire for the first time in ten minutes, a ghost of a smile crossing his face, and gave his best friend a light push.
“Hey, I’m serious,” Aiden continued. “I mean, I’m not much like either of my dads. I mean, I’ve been told I look like a Finnigan, but I definitely don’t act like one. And Dad #2 likes to joke that I got my extreme height from him, even though I don’t carry any of his blood. I don’t act much like him either. And that doesn’t bother me. We’re not meant to be pale echoes of our parents anyway; we’re meant to find and shape our own identities.” James nodded.
“I suppose you’re right.”
“As always.”
“Oh, shut it.”
A few days later, James’s owl showed up at breakfast with a letter from Harry.

Jamie-
I heard you made the Quidditch team, and I’m so proud of you! I knew you could do it if you wanted to- I’ve watched you fly, and you’re fantastic. Make sure to keep your nerves in check before games, okay? Ron can vouch for the fact that anxiety is a Quidditch player’s worst enemy. I’m not worried, though. Oh, I wish your Grandpa James could see you now. You know I never got to see him play, but he was a Chaser too in his day- don’t know if I ever told you that. He was also a hell of a prankster, just like you. McGonagall won’t tell you anything, because she can’t be seen condoning troublemaking, but if you see Fred floating around, he’ll tell you all the use he and George got out of the Marauders Map when they were students. Grandpa James is the one known as Prongs. I wish I could show you the map personally, but it went blank when Teddy’s dad died- he was the last Marauder standing; they called him Moony. Sorry, I’ve gone off on a tangent. My point is, we’re all proud of you, and your grandparents would be too. Lots of love,
-Dad

James was stunned. His grandfather, the one he had been named for, was a Gryffindor chaser? How had he not known? He re-read the note once, twice. It appeared that he was a bit of a Potter after all. He was curious about this Map thing too; he’d better find Fred.
__________

Ben was tired. Okay, maybe that was an understatement. “Exhausted” might have worked better; “barely functioning” was near perfect. He was tired because it was midnight and he was sitting in the hallway outside his common room. He was physically capable of going inside and lying down in his nice warm bed to sleep, but he could never do that. Neither could the thirteen other Slytherins sitting out in the hallway with him, including Nym. A prefect had come out three times now to order them all to bed, but no one budged.
“I’m not stepping foot in that place until they change the password,” Ben had told her the third time she came out. She had thrown up her hands and not come back, which earned Ben a few pats on the back.
The hallway was quiet enough that Ben could hear the footsteps long before anyone appeared down the far end.
“Someone’s coming,” he whispered. Everyone tensed. Would they be punished for this? Ben hoped not, but he needn’t have worried. He let out a breath of relief when he saw Teddy Lupin heading toward them. The Head Boy had probably been summoned to help mitigate the situation.
“What’s going on here, guys?” he asked.
“The new password is offensive,” a fifth year girl answered, “and we’re not going in until they change it.” Teddy Lupin frowned- not at those in the hallway, of course, but rather at the situation.
“Oh? What’s the password?”
“Clean blood,” Nym spat disgustedly. Teddy only sighed outwardly, but his hair turning scarlet was a clear sign of his true anger.
“Alright, well we can’t have you lot just sitting in the hallway, so you’ll have to come stay with us for the night.” There were hesitant nods all around, and the beginnings of smiles on a few faces. Staying with the Hufflepuffs…
Before we go, I have to check who’s coming. Your prefects gave me the list of absent students. Please say 'here’ when I call your name. Jade Moorland?“
"Here,” said the fifth-year who’d spoken up earlier.
“Nymphadora Weasley?”
“Here,” Nym said, and Teddy smiled. He’d always seemed fond of the younger girl, though maybe it was because she bore his mother’s name.
“Joshua Bingham?”
“Here.” Teddy went on down the list, ending with “Benjamin Wood?”
“Here,” Ben answered.
“Alright, that’s everyone. Come on, you all!”
Ben liked the Hufflepuff common room. He liked how friendly everyone was. He liked the peacock, Heracles, who seemed to like him too. There were even more things he liked the next day: for instance, how a cluster of Ravenclaws took turns shooting charms at the Slytherin door, trying to change the password or else get it to open without one. Or how, when that failed, the Gryffindors- led by their prefect, who happened to be Ben’s older sister, Elizabeth- attempted to forcibly remove the door entirely. This series of tries failed as well, but it stirred up enough commotion to draw in the Headmistress and she, upon understanding the problem, rectified it immediately, to great cheers from all parties. Ben hugged his sibling.
“Thanks for the help, Lizzy,” he said.
“Any time, little brother. It’s a good thing you guys did here today, pushing for change. Dads will be proud.”
“Think so?”
“I know so. You’ll probably make prefect next year too.” Ben laughed.
“Oh, D1 would love that.” He imagined Percy’s face when he learned that both of his children were now prefects like he had been, and Ben felt a warm rush in his stomach. I’d love that too, he thought to himself. Lizzy just grinned.
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Daisy hadn’t meant to start crying in the middle of Charms class; she just couldn’t hold it back anymore. She’d been trying to control her distress since the letter had arrived that morning from her father, letting her know that Grandpa Vernon didn’t want them coming over for Christmas that year or, it seemed, any year following. Of course, Dudley hadn’t explicitly told his daughter why they were no longer welcome, but she wasn’t dumb enough that she couldn’t figure it out on her own: it was because she had magic. It was already her second year at Hogwarts, but at holiday time last year her grandparents hadn’t known yet. Now they did, and Grandpa didn’t want to see her anymore.
She cried silently, with her head down, but her fellow Ravenclaws didn’t miss her shaking shoulders, and the room got quiet. Anna Granger-Weasley, her closest friend and the only one who knew what had happened, put a comforting hand on Daisy’s back.
“I know it’s not the same,” she whispered, so as not to disturb the rest of the class, “but you guys are totally coming to our Holiday gathering instead.” Daisy turned her head to look at Anna with teary eyes.
“We are?”
“Oh, absolutely. It’s a huge get-together that we do every year in James and Matt’s backyard. My Granny Molly makes twice as much food as we need, even though there’s already thirty-three of us in total. Uncle Percy drinks too much mulled wine and then goes on a rant about something or other, except none of it makes sense. Aunt Ginny and Uncle Oliver fight over which of their Quidditch teams are better- Ginny plays Chaser for the Holyhead Harpies and Oliver is Keeper for Puddlemere United. Uncle George tells us stories about Fred and him when they were students together. Aiden’s little sister Mallory, Professor Longbottom’s daughter Bex, and Callie sometimes decide to put on some silly show. It’s all great fun.” Daisy smiled weakly.
“Sounds great. You sure there’s room for me and my mum and dad?” Anna laughed softly.
“There’s always more room at a Weasley party, and the Potters’ backyard is distinctly huge.”
“I suppose that’s true.”
Daisy tried to grin after that, but Anna could probably tell she wasn’t back at 100%, because at lunch she started up a game.
“It’s called the Story Game. We take turns adding a sentence to a story as we go along. The sentences have to make grammatical sense, but the plot can be as strange or random as you want.”
“Ooh, sounds fun. Can we join in?” Daisy and Anna looked up to see Matt, Gillian, and Nym sliding in beside them (The school had recently switched to an open-seating policy to maintain camaraderie between the Houses).
“Yeah, sure,” Daisy said, scooting to make more room.
“Alright, I’ll start,” Anna said eagerly. She drummed her fingers in thought for a moment. “Okay. Once, there was an old, grumpy sorcerer who lived in a cave on a mountain.” Gillian jumped in next.
“The people at the base of the mountain believed that if you brought the sorcerer a gift that he liked, he would grant you a wish in exchange.”
“Every day,” Matt added, “Someone took a gift up the mountain, but the sorcerer didn’t like any of them.”
“Then a new woman moved to the town below,” Daisy inserted nervously, hoping she was doing this right.
“She heard about the man on the mountain, but nothing about his powers,” Nym put in. Anna’s eyes brightened as she saw where Nym was going with this.
“The woman thought the man must be lonely and perhaps cold all by himself, so she took a warm blanket and a fresh batch of cookies and brought them to him,” she said.
“The man was touched by her genuine generosity,” Gillian said, “and he offered her anything she wanted.”
“She thought for a long while, and finally she decided,” Matt contributed.
“And she asked, 'Can you put some brains in my son Tobias’s head, because he hasn’t got any.”
Anna snorted at the mention of her brother, and suddenly the whole group had dissolved into laughter.
“You can n-never tell Toby about this,” Daisy choked out between giggles. They all shook their heads in agreement, still fighting to contain the wave of mirth.
“This is why you’re my favorite,” Anna informed Daisy gleefully, and Daisy grinned. These really are the people I want to spend my holidays with, she realized.
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Aiden’s heart started racing the second the blood red envelope landed in front of him at breakfast. He elbowed James, eyes wide with horror.
“It’s a Howler,” he said with a voice full of dread. James gave a sympathetic smile.
“It might not be so bad. Maybe it’s some really good news, or maybe it’s just a prank from someone. You haven’t done anything wrong, have you?” Aiden shrugged.
“I mean, we did turn all Professor Longbottom’s gardening things pink and sparkly last week, but he didn’t seem to mind. I think he even sent a set home to Bex, who I’m sure was thrilled. It was an innocent bit of fun.” James smiled at the memory, but the smile dropped from his face almost immediately.
“Dude, it’s smoking at the edges.” Aiden jolted in alarm.
“Just open it, before it’s too late,” James counseled. Aiden took a deep breath, squeezed his eyes shut, and tore the envelope open.
When he heard his ten-year-old sister Mallory’s voice ring out, he thought he was safe. Just a prank after all. But then he heard her words.

“AIDEN OH MY GOD, I JUST FINISHED THE NEW SEASON OF NEVATERIA AND YOU’LL NEVER BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED!!! STEVEN AND MABEL KISSED, AND THE SHIFTMEN KILLED CODY, AND JONATHAN TOLD CHRIS THAT HE COULDN’T SEE BEA ANYMORE. I’M DYING AND I HAD TO TELL YOU. OKAY, BYE!!!”

For a moment, there was dead silence in the Great Hall, and then a hundred people started shouting at once. They were all muggleborns or half-bloods who watched Nevateria, the current most popular sci-fi show, and they were all furious at Aiden.
“I’m sorry!” he yelled. “I didn’t ask her to tell me!” James frowned.
“What was all that about?” he asked. Oh. Aiden had forgotten that, even though James’s dad was raised by Muggles, they didn’t watch television very often.
“It’s a show,” he tried to explain. “One of the best shows. And Mallory just spoiled it for everyone.”
“Ah.”
Aiden was shamed by his non-pureblood peers for the rest of the day. It might have continued on longer, except that Toby Granger-Weasley ran up to him in the hallway after his last class, out of breath, and exclaimed, “The Room of Requirement can generate wifi!”
“What?!”
“AND it can be a movie theater!”
“You’re joking.”
“I’m not! It’s officially the weekend. Let’s round everybody up and marathon Nevateria together, my guy! I’ve got Anna waiting in there so the room stays put. Whoever you pass, send them that way. We can get a few house elves to bring snacks. There’s tons of space, so if they want to watch too, that’s fine. Come on, let’s go!” Toby, Aiden, and James took off down the hallway together.
“Brilliant, you are!” Aiden exclaimed while they ran. “This is why you’re a Ravenclaw!”
The plan worked seamlessly. Everyone interested gathered in the Room of Requirement, sitting in movie theater seats, and they got the show to play. Several house elves carried around food and drink for those who wanted it, though a group of Hufflepuffs convinced two to sit down and watch for a while. It turned out Missy didn’t like it much, but Pokey was absolutely entranced. He babbled nonstop about the brilliance of it to his unfortunate neighbor, who happened to be Matt. Matt was too pleased at seeing a house elf freely enthuse about an interest to care. They all had a great time, and all the animosity toward Aiden ended. It was definitely a good day.
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There would certainly be more struggles ahead for the Potters, Granger-Weasleys, (Lovegood-)Weasleys, Finnigans, Woods, Longbottom, Lupin, and Dursley, but they didn’t have to worry. They were one huge team, a family, and they could handle anything. Well, almost anything. It turned out there was still a limit on how many animals a single person could bring into the school, which was a problem for Matt, who found himself missing his other creatures.
“You know, when they say don’t do something,” James said oh-so-helpfully, “they just mean don’t get caught doing it.” Matt shoved his brother, insisting that he wasn’t like that, but in the end he snuck all his animals into the castle, with help from Callie. Family meant helping each other, even if it’s helping them break school rules… didn’t it?

The One With A Once Broken Heart

Pairing: Jace Wayland x Reader

Summary: Magnus spells your broken heart back to new but it comes at a price, one Jace can’t come to terms with and will do anything to undo, not knowing that undoing it has it’s own price. 

A/N: riverdale imagines soon!!!

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“Whoa, y/n,” Magnus says, watching you with concerned eyes, “Everyone’s looking for you.”

“I don’t care,” you say in a choked sob, “I don’t-“

“Shhh,” Magnus sighs, pulling you into a hug, “It’s okay,” he says, running his fingers through your hair, “Shhh,” he hums gently.

“No, Magnus, I – I can’t-“

“I know,” he says, looking into your eyes. You sink into his arms as he pulls you through a portal and suddenly you’re sitting on the floor of his apartment, huddled together.

“Make it stop,” you cry, burying your face in his shoulder, “Please.”

“I know it hurts,” he says softly, “But it’ll get better.”

“What’s going on?” Alec asks, walking into Magnus’ apartment, “I got your text. Did you find… y/n,” he sighs, spotting you on the floor as Magnus stands up, walking over to him and pulling him aside.

“She’s drunk. Alec, she’s completely heartbroken. Are you sure Jace-“

“Jace isn’t going to change his mind. He’s convinced he’s protecting her from himself. Ever since he found out he’s got demon blood he’s been pushing everyone away but I never expected him to do… this-“ he nods towards you.

“What did he do?” Magnus asks.

“He dumped her,” Alec says, “She thought she’d give him some room to cool off and that she could fix it the next morning but when she found him in the morning, he was in bed with a Seelie.”

Magnus pinches the bridge of his nose, “His self-destructive behaviour is no longer just self-destructive,” he looks over at you, “I sensed her aura, Alec. I – I haven’t seen or felt that kind of pain in so long.”

“Can you help her?” Alec asks, “She won’t talk to me, she think I’ll just tell Jace. She needs someone, Magnus,” Alec pleads.

“Of course,” Mangus nods, “I’ll take care of it.”

“I’ll let everyone know we found her,” Alec says, pressing a kiss to Magnus’ cheek as he leaves.

Magnus waits until Alec’s gone to crouch down beside you, “Why don’t I fix you a drink?” he says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You grab his hand when he stands up, “Please, Magnus, make it go away,” you sob.

“I will,” he sighs, “It’ll be okay.”

He returns a little later, hesitantly handing you a drink, “Have this. Nothing like a cup of hot chocolate,” he clicks his tongue, “And a variation of booze mixed in.”

You down it quickly, “Magnus,” you say, your voice shaking slightly despite having calmed down, “I’m gonna need more than booze.”

“I know,” he nods, “Sleep it off. We can talk in the morning.”


“Well, where is she?” Jace asks Alec, “You said Magnus would bring her in this morning.”

“He’ll be here in a second, so I suggest you leave,” Alec says stiffly, “The last thing we need is for her to spiral out of control at the sight of you.”

“I’m not going anywhere until I see she’s okay,” Jace says, his jaw tense.

“I’m fine,” you say, walking over to him. Magnus stands next to Alec, watching you intently.

Jace’s eyes search you, for any sign of you being hurt and you smile softly, “I’m fine, Jace.”

You turn to look at Alec and Magnus, “I do, however, need a hot shower,” you inhale deeply, “Thank you, Magnus,” you say sincerely before heading upstairs.

Jace walks over to him, eyeing him curiously, “What did you do?”

“I simply told her that her anger would do her no good,” Magnus lies.

“Two days ago, she threw a lamp at my head,” Jace frowns, “What did you do? Really?

Magnus turns away from Jace, “I have to go, Alec. Let me know if there are any problems,” he say quickly, portalling out before Jace can press him any further.

“Well, whatever he did, it worked,” Alec says positively, “She seems okay.”

“Too okay,” Jace says grimly.

“Do you want her to be heartbroken over you?” Alec scoffs.

“Of course not,” Jace shakes his head, “But feeling too much, it’s always been her weakness. For her to be adjusting so well… it’s like she’s not herself.”

Alec rolls his eyes, “Just admit it. You were enjoying the drama.”

“Yeah, it was great breaking the heart of the girl I love,” he says sarcastically, “Oh, and it was great having things thrown at me.”

“I’m not here to kink shame you, man,” Alec teases. Jace groans, walking off in the direction you’d disappeared.


“I thought I’d find you up here,” Jace says, sitting beside you in the rooftop garden. You shift away from him slightly, discomforted by the warmth of his skin against yours. It unsettled you for reasons you couldn’t explain.

Jace notices but pretends not to, looking up at the stars.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine, Jace,” you nod.

“I – I’m sorry,” he mumbles, “I never meant to hurt you the way I did.”

“I know,” you say, smiling at him, “You always try to seem like a heartbreaker but you never actually enjoy it, do you?”

He frowns, deeply, “You… seem different.”

“I’m happy,” you say, rolling your eyes, “Crazy, I know. Overdramatic me… is actually carefree for once.”

“And what brought on that development?”

“Realization? Clarification?” you shrug, unsure, “Whatever it is, I’m glad.”

“Well, I don’t mean to rain on your parade but I’m not finding it as easy,” he says.

“You jumped into bed with someone the second after you dumped me,” you raise a brow.

“I knew it would make you hate me and I needed you to… back then. But after going crazy looking for you for 2 days, I – I can’t lose you again,” he says, “I know it’s crazy to ask but is there a way you can forgive me? A way we can be together again?”

You inhale sharply, standing up. Jace stands up, taking your hand in his and staring at you intently.

You look at your hand in his, pulling it away quickly and slipping it into your pocket.

“Jace, look,” you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. You rest your hand against his cheek, hesitantly, “I forgive you, I do. There isn’t a bone in my body that hates you.”

“But?” Jace furrows his brows together.

“But I just don’t feel… that way… about you,” you say, “Anymore,” you add quickly.

“You don’t feel that way?” he snaps, grabbing your arm, “Seriously, what did Magnus do to you?”

“Nothing,” you huff, pushing his arm away, “Were you happy when I was suffering?”

“Wha- No!” he throws his arms up in frustration, “But this isn’t you! Y/N, we were in love. I love you. You can’t just not feel that anymore!”

“Well, I don’t!” you snap, “I don’t want to talk about this anymore, okay?”

You storm off but you could hear him following you down the stairs. Your walk turns into a slow jog until you’re in the control room.

“Everyone, out!” he yells, staring at you.

“What are you doing?” Alec grumbles, walking to his side.

“You need to get Magnus here now,” Jace demands, “And make him undo whatever he’d done.”

“What are you-“

“NOW!” Jace shouts, storming towards you. He stops inches from your face, “Spit it out, what did you do? What did he do to you?”

“I took her pain away,” Magnus says, stepping through a portal to Alec’s side, “I took away her suffering, her heartbreak… because I’d never seen anything like it, Jace. What you did to her was literally unbearable for her – she wouldn’t have been able to take it and I don’t know what she would’ve done if we hadn’t found her. If I hadn’t done what I did.”

“WHAT DID YOU DO?!” Jace yells

“He made me forget,” you say softly.

“What?” Jace mumbles, “H-how could you-“

“I asked him to,” you say, turning Jace to face you, “He spelled me before I fell asleep and I felt… peace. Because I’d forgotten everything you made me feel. I couldn’t remember any of it, Jace and I’m glad because it only hurt. There was nothing else, just hurt and pain. And when I woke up I begged him to make it permanent. And he did.”

Jace stares at you with bloodshot eyes, tears rolling down his face, “No,” he shakes his head.

“I’m sorry,” you say, watching him cry. You felt something in the pit of your stomach but it simmers quickly, “But this is for the best.”


“Take the spell off,” Alec says, “It’s been weeks. She’ll be okay now, right?” Alec inhales sharply, “Jace is wrecked. I mean, she talks to him and she’s fine around him but every time there’s even the tiniest spark or tension, she makes a run for it. It’s like she’s willing to be his friend but only if they both act like they didn’t date to begin with, which is easy for her because she can’t really remember, but you should see Jace’s face every time it happens.”

“I wish I could, Alexander, but I can’t take it off without her permission. That’s not how it works,” Magnus answers him.

“She’ll never agree to take it off,” Alec sighs, squeezing his eyes shut, “Isn’t there any other way?”

Magnus stay silent, biting his lip and avoiding Alec’s eyes.

“What?” Alec asks, “There’s another way. What is it?”

“Alexander…”

“Magnus, please,” Alec insists.

“It can be broken if she feels what she felt before, again. But she has to let herself,” Magnus finally says, turning to face Magnus, “But I don’t think it’s wise you tell Jace this information – you know how he can be.”

“He won’t have to,” Jace says, barging in, “What do you mean she has to feel it again?”

Magnus purses his lips together, crossing his arms over his chest, “I’m sorry, Jace.”

“Fine,” he huffs, “I’ll figure it out myself,” he says, storming off. Jace raps his knuckles against your door, leaning against the frame.

“What’s up?” you ask, checking yourself out in the mirror.

“Why are you all dressed up?” Jace asks, studying you curiously.

“What? Is it too much?” you ask, worried.

“No, I mean, you look really pretty but what for? Demons don’t exactly care what you look like when you kill them,” he laughs.

“Oh, right,” you turn to face him, biting your lip, “We were supposed to go demon hunting,” you sigh, “Can we go later tonight? I kind of have a date.”

“A date?!” he exclaims, his eyes wide.

“Yeah,” you sigh, “I hope that’s not too weird. I know you were pretty pissed off about Magnus spelling me but I mean, it’s almost been a month,” you say.

Jace inhales sharply, “Sure,” he nods, glumly, “Why don’t you wear that necklace I bought you? I always liked it with the dress you’re wearing.”

“Good idea,” you smile, picking it up off your dresser.

“Here, let me help you,” he says, taking it out of your hands. He sweeps your hair onto your shoulder, placing it on your neck. His touch sends tingles down your spine. You pull away from him, “It’s okay, I g-got it,” you stammer, nervously, trying to keep your composure.

Jace watches you in frustration, “What’s up with you? Ever since we broke up you haven’t been able to stand within a few meters of me.”

“It’s not like t-that! It’s nothing,” you shake your head, pulling your jacket on, “I have to go.”

“Hey,” Jace grabs your arm, “Tell me what’s going on? I thought this spell was meant to make you less mad at me?”

You struggle against him, pressing your back to the wall, “I’m not mad at you.”

“Then what is it?” he asks softly, walking over and resting a hand on your cheek, “Why are you so distant?”

Jace’s eyes search yours for any hint of what was going on. You feel yourself choking up, unable to move.

“You’re scared to feel for me again,” he sighs, finally figuring it out, “That’s how you break the spell, isn’t it? If you feel those things again. Which is why you won’t let yourself,” he breathes in deeply, “That’s why you won’t let me touch you or look me in the eye or spend more than a few hours with me at a time.”

“Jace, don’t,” you plead when you notice him leaning in but it’s already too late. You feel his lips brush against yours, his hands letting you go. You could’ve pulled away, you could’ve run off, but you don’t, you remain still, moving your lips against his.

You could feel the rush of emotions coming back, hitting you in waves and you push him away.

“Y/N,” he says softly.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” you yell, shoving him back by his chest, “You couldn’t just let me be happy, could you?!”

Jace tries to a hide a smile relieved to see you were back; the real you.

“Don’t smile!” you grunt, hitting him with your pillow.

He laughs louder this time, staring at you in disbelief.

“That was too easy,” he says, “I thought I was going to have to drag you to every place I ever took you.”

“You – are – such – an –asshole,” you yell each word as you snack him with a pillow. He holds up an arm in defence, plucking it out of your grasp and tossing it onto your bed.

“You’ll thank me for it later,” he says firmly.

“Maybe, but you’re going to hate yourself for it,” you say harshly, “Because at least that version of me could forgive you whereas I never could,” you say with narrowed eyes.

“You’ll forgive me with time,” he says, more to reassure himself than you.

Somewhere deep down, Jace had doubted bringing you back would only make you hate him more. When you kissed him back it had disappeared but there you were, staring him in the face, telling him you wouldn’t love him again.

“I would rather you hate me and be yourself than like me and forget everything we’ve ever been through. Everything you ever felt for me,” he says, his eyes pained.

“Do you know how selfish that is?” you cry.

“Well then I’m selfish, okay? When it comes to you I’m selfish and I’m sorry but I have denied myself so much – but you? I can never let you go,” he pleads.

“Well, what changed? You still have demon blood!”

“Well, now I know that instead of being scared of hurting you, I can protect you.”

“I don’t need your protection,” you spit.

“Well, maybe I need yours,” he says softly, “I am so tired and exhausted of being in this body; of being me. You’re the only good thing about me and I’m sorry but I can’t let you go. I thought I could, I thought that was best but I can’t do it.”

“I can keep getting my heart broken every time you change your mind about what’s right and what’s wrong, Jace! You slept with someone else!”

“And I’m sorry,” he cries, “I wish I could take it back but I can’t. Just tell me how to fix it.”

“I don’t know,” you sigh in defeat, “I wish I did, I-“ you take his hand in yours, “I know how much you’re struggling and I want to help and I want to fix you and I want us to be together but I can’t after what you did. It hurts too much.”

“So what are you saying?”

“Maybe with time that feeling will go away, Jace but right now,” you take your hand out of his, “I can’t be with you.”

All Caryl interactions in Season 7 (indirect or direct) and what it means:


Season 7 Episode 1: The Day Will Come When You Won’t Be:
Daryl, injured and hopeless, kneeling, facing potential death, thinks of mostly Carol in his potentially last moments. He could be about to die any second here and he thinks of her, mostly. He remembers the Terminus hug (5x01) and he remembers when he gave her a shoulder massage (3x01). 


Now, let’s think: Why would he remember those specific moments out of any other? Terminus reunion was probably because that was the happiest he’s been. He lost Carol out of his own control (like he has with his mom and Merle), he, perhaps, even though she was dead. He thought he would never see her again. He missed her so much. 
But then, he sees her. She FOUND him. She SAVED them. There she was, in all her precious flesh, apprehensive, wondering how they would all react. The woman he loves is alive and she found them, in a hopeless world. She found them. Happiness can exist even in that world. As hopeless as it seems, in the misery of it all, they reunited. 
And he runs to her. He hugs her so tight, lifts her off the ground. Teary eyed. So happy. Nuzzles her. Just can’t get enough of her. 
‘’ You’re here. You found me. You’re here again. I’m never going to let you out of my sight, I love you. ‘’ (he didn’t say those words specifically, but with his actions, his facial expressions, says it all.)

Why did he remember Terminus? Because of everything I stated above.

Why did he remember giving her a shoulder massage? He was bringing her comfort. He was going out of his way to do something for somebody he loves (something he’s never done for anyone else, I may add). She looks at him with a huge smile and he stops. ‘’ We should get back… ‘’ he says.
‘’ Pretty romantic. Wanna screw around? ‘’ she asks. 
He scoffs. He looks back at her almost like ‘’ wait… is she serious? ‘’ and instead, they both laugh. 

Slow burn, people. Slow burn. 
Why did he remember the shoulder massage? Because it was physical affection. It was him bringing her comfort. His memories with Carol, his happiest one’s, are ones that include physical touch. He could have remembered literally anything else. But he didn’t. He remembered memories that include him initiating, all on his own, physical touch and affection. THOSE are Daryl’s happiest moments. 

Moving on. That was Caryl interaction in Season 7 Episode 1. It was indirect, but it was there. In his last thoughts (for all he knew), he thought of Carol.

Season 7 Episode 9: Rock In The Road:

Rick: Did you find Carol?
Morgan: I did, yeah.
Daryl: Where is she? Is she okay?
Morgan looking at Daryl: Well, she was here and then she left. 
*If you notice, Daryl stops in his tracks. No movement. None. You cannot even tell he’s breathing. 
Morgan: You know, she wasn’t too happy with me following her. She wanted to get away from us. From everyone.
*Daryl starts pacing side by side*
Morgan: But when I found her, she was shot.
*Daryl stops moving again*
Morgan: Just a graze, I got her back here, they got doctors. They good. 
Daryl: *angry, grunt voice, almost snarling* Was it them? 
Morgan: It was. 
Morgan: She had crossed with some of them and one of them followed her and tried to kill her.
*Shot of Daryl’s face, who swallows as he’s told someone tried to kill Carol. He looks very angry and upset.*
Morgan, who by the way is looking straight at Daryl, almost with an apologetic look, continues on saying:
I killed him. I had to. Carol was here. She got help. *looks at Daryl*
Morgan: Now she’s gone. 
Daryl: Looks sad and destroyed, confused. 
*Shot of Rick also looking at Daryl.

Now… this scene wasn’t for nothing. This was to show how close Daryl and Carol are and how others around them, even others who don’t know them that well (Morgan) know how close they are and how important Carol is to Daryl. This scene had Daryl pacing, frozen, swallowing, angry, concerned and sad. This? It wasn’t for nothing. This was yet another indirect Caryl scene that didn’t necessarily need to be there and wouldn’t have been there had they planned on erasing Caryl.

Moving on to one of our favorite episodes (yes?)

Season 7 Episode 10: New Best Friends: 

Scene 1: Daryl brings up Carol out of nowhere. (Necessary? No.)
It starts off with…
Daryl: Hey. Where’d you go in them trucks?
*Morgan walks over*
Daryl: You went to see them, right? 
Morgan: Yeah. 
Daryl: Part of your deal?
*Morgan looks away*
Daryl: What the hell is wrong with you?
Daryl: You’re bleeding. They did that to you. You know what they are.
Morgan: I do. 
Daryl: You know…if Carol were here, she saw all that, if she knew Abraham… and Glenn… she’d be leading us right to them, ready to kill them all.
*evaluate Daryl’s voice… his voice is low. Almost angry. Snarling. Almost mocking Morgan.
*Morgan is quite obviously a bit offended*
Morgan: She would. And that’s why she left, man.
*Daryl, looking at him with anger and walks away*


This scene, was it necessary? No. What did it show? That Daryl is thinking of Carol. He knows her. He knows how badass she is and how she takes no shit. He admires her. He’s PROUD of her. He knows this woman is fierce and he has no problems randomly letting Morgan know. Out of nowhere. Because he is thinking of her.

Scene 2: Richard set up a plan to get Carol killed in the hopes to push Ezekiel to want to fight. Let’s skip that dialogue and get to what matters.

Richard: It’s just some loner he met 
Richard: Sometimes he brings food their way.
Daryl: Why don’t they live in The Kingdom?
Richard: I don’t know. She lives out there, she’ll die out there.
Daryl: … it’s a woman?
Richard: Does that matter? She’s got more balls then you and me. She’s gonna die either way.
*Notice the sounds, the music* 
Richard: When the saviors come and find their buddies dead, if they know their elbow from their asshole, they can follow an obvious spore. They are going to go to the weapons cash and into the cabin. They are going to attack this woman. 
Daryl: What’s her name?
Richard: Maybe they kill her, maybe they don’t. But it’s going to show Ezekiel what he needs to do. 
Daryl: Her name. What is it?
Richard: She’s tough. Maybe she’ll live.
Daryl: *raises his voice* Say her damn name!
Richard: … Carol. I hoped you didn’t know her. But I didn’t think you’d care. Cause you know what needs to happen.
Daryl: No.
Richard: Maybe she’ll live. Look this is how this can happen. This is how we can get rid of the saviors. This is how we all can have a future (A future for Daryl without Carol? NO. That’s what the show is saying).
Richard: She’s living out there alone just waiting to die.
Daryl: *raises voice again, walking away* NO.
Richard: If we don’t do anything, a hell of a lot more people are going to die, people who want to live.
Daryl: *immediately turns around and gets right up to Richard’s voice* 
You stay the hell away from Carol, you hear me? 

Saviors driving up, Richard still wants to go with his plan and Daryl, realizing that he’s going to do it, throws Richard to the ground, beating him up. 

After, Richard talks some more nonsense, prompting Daryl to say:
‘’ She gets hurt, she dies, she catches a fever… she gets taken out by a walker… she gets hit by lightening. Anything. Anything happens to her, I’ll kill you. ‘’

Was this scene necessary? No. This scene just showed us how much Daryl loves Carol and how she is the most important thing in the world to Daryl. That’s not for no reason. Nothing is wasted screen time. This is to remind us, after all this time, Daryl still loves Carol and will protect her by any means necessary, even if it means beating or killing someone. 

Scene 3: The Grand Reunion:

*We see Carol opening her door and is just looking annoyed. Ezekiel and his people are there. Carol says she only opened the door because they tripped her wire. Jerry gives her cobbler, she takes it and tells them to go.*

*She’s seen sitting down, picking up a romance novel called Denim Dreams, when she hears a knock on her door*

*She opens the door, ready to rip Zekeyboy a new asshole, when she loses her breath, realizing it’s Daryl* 
Who, by the way, is wearing denim and so is Carol.

Daryl is looking apprehensive. Sad. Carol is beginning to cry. She walks forward in his arms and he hugs her back with one arm (because crossbow on his arm), he sniffles and moves her arm gently to look at her. Because he needs to know. He needs to know why she left. 

Daryl: Jesus took us to The Kingdom. Morgan said you just left… I was out here. I saw you.
Daryl: *voice breaks* Why’d you go?
Carol: I had to.


This scene shows us how upset and devastated Daryl was finding out she left. 
This scene highlights to us, again, how important she is to him. How much she matters and how much he loves her. How much he doesn’t feel okay when she’s gone away.

Scene 4: 

Carol: I couldn’t lose any of them. I couldn’t lose you. 
* Daryl raises his head to look right at her*
Carol: I couldn’t kill them. I could. I would, if they hurt any of our people, anymore of them… that’s what I would do. And there wouldn’t be anything left of me after that.
Carol: The Saviors. Did they come?
Daryl: …. Yeah.
Carol: *crying* Did anyone get hurt? Is everybody okay? Did the saviors… is everybody back HOME okay?
Daryl: *hesitating* 
Carol: Daryl.
Daryl: They came. We got em all. Made a deal with the rest of them like Ezekiel. Everyone’s alright. *Carol here is starting to breathe more easy… and Daryl reassures her again… ‘’ Everyone’s alright ‘’ in such a comforting voice. 
Carol: *crying out of happiness with a huge smile*
Daryl: We gonna eat or, or I got to be a king or somethin’ to get food around here?
Carol: *laughs* softly responds ‘’ shut up ‘’.
She brings the food over and pours some in Daryl’s bowl. Looking at him. Smiling.
Daryl: Ezekiel. Is he okay?
Carol: Yeah, I think he is.
*Daryl starts eating, has wonderful table manners around Carol by the way and meanwhile, she’s smiling at him, barely taking her eyes off of him


This scene. All of this here, is important. This is Daryl lying to Carol because he loves her. Sounds weird, right? Hear me out.
This is Daryl, who just finished hearing that the woman he loves couldn’t kill anymore because she was afraid there would be nothing left of her after that. 
Daryl lies because he wants to keep her safe. Protected. Away from this war. He lies because he loves her, and like Norman said ‘’ He doesn’t want her to get hurt and fuck her up basically. ‘’. 
This is a selfless act. This was for her. Him and Team Family could benefit from having Carol fight alongside them. Hell, Daryl even brought up Carol’s badassery to Morgan. He knows she could help them win. He knows she’d be a huge benefit and asset. But he doesn’t care. 
Not at her expense. He needs her. He needs her alive and healthy. If this means potentially sacrificing everyone else’s life, so be it. They can find another way. They can find another way that doesn’t involve the woman he loves. For her.

Scene 5: 

Daryl is walking out of the house when he suddenly turns around and looks at Carol for a second. She looks awkward, putting her hands in a pocket. Daryl doesn’t want to leave. But he knows he has to. So, he walks to her and gives her a hug. She grabs his hair and he puts his face down in her shoulder. We see Carol, her face, clearly shows she doesn’t want Daryl to leave. 
She nuzzles his shoulder and breathes him in. You can hear her. This is incredibly intimate. Neither of them want to let go, but Daryl knows he has to. Every moment that he lingers is tempting him to stay more and more. He knows he has to go. So he raises his hand up her back and moves away, looking right in her eyes… ‘’ Watch out for yourself, alright? ‘’ he says, in a very quiet voice. 
He walks away, without turning around. Because he knows he can’t stay. Not yet. 
Carol, however, is about to go back inside before she turns around. She’s struggling. She wants to go after him. She wants him to stay. (Melissa McBride confirmed that Carol was obviously struggling with Daryl leaving) 
But she goes inside anyway. 
(May I add that the music, to me, was pretty romantic? I loved the sounds. So calm, gentle and loving.)

Scene 6:

Morgan confirms that Daryl is holding onto Carol. Daryl is holding onto Carol because he loves her. 

Moving along to…

Season 7 Episode 12: Say Yes: 
(This is more a parallel)
Rick says to Michonne: ‘’ I can’t lose you. We say that to the one’s we love. ‘’
Carol just got done telling Daryl that she couldn’t lose him in Episode 10. 
Because she loves Daryl. Daryl’s actions prove that he can’t lose Carol. Because he loves her.


Season 7 Episode 13: Bury Me Here:

Carol knows something wasn’t right. Why did Jesus bring the group to The Kingdom… what happened? She can’t sleep. She goes to find Morgan.

Carol: Why did Jesus bring Daryl and everyone else at The Kingdom? 
Morgan: They, um… They wanted to see if we could all start working together on things. 
*Carol getting teary eyed* The saviors are still here. They are not fighting with The Kingdom. Daryl said they beat em back at Alexandria… Is that true? That they made a deal with em? Is everyone okay? Just tell me if it’s true.
Morgan: You need to talk to Daryl about that… You wanted me to keep the whole story about you from everybody. Told me not to say where you were and I did what you asked. Daryl didn’t find you because of me. And what was said between you and him was said between you and him. I will go with you to Alexandria if you want to make the trip. If you want to talk to them. 
You shouldn’t go alone. 
You found what you wanted, right? You got away from everyone. Is it what you wanted? Or was it just too late to get away?
*Carol is crying at this point*


This scene is also important because it shows that no, Carol didn’t really want to be away from everyone. Especially not Daryl. This conversation was mostly about Daryl here and Morgan understands what’s going on. She already loved Daryl. She already loves him. It was confirmed Carol was running away from love. Carol was running away from Daryl. That’s what was happening in Season 6. 

It was also confirmed by Melissa McBride, that when Morgan does tell Carol what happened at the end of the episode, Carol was thinking of Daryl and how she’s sorry that he felt he couldn’t tell her.

And now… here we are, rolling into Episode 16 and her running away? It’s done. The ‘’ One Way ‘’ sign was pointing backwards, away from The Kingdom. She calls Alexandria her ‘’ home ‘’… but there’s someone there specifically. Daryl. 

The best is coming. Her and Morgan’s arc is officially closing. Carol is fighting alongside them. She will reunite with Team Family in Season 8. She will reunite with Daryl in Season 8. It’s been set up for us to see them have a conversation about this. Season 8 is a NEW chapter. Caryl is coming, slowly. But it’s coming. 
Also, we have a great reputation with season premieres for Caryl. ;) 

Stay strong, guys. Season 7 DID show us that Daryl loves Carol and Carol loves Daryl. 



hairdryerss  asked:

why dont you like william?

Besides the whole “I think I’m better than everyone else” mentality he’s got going on, he literally told Vilde that she wasn’t good enough to be with him and that, in turn, caused her to spiral into depression and eating disorders. Or, do people just forget that happened?? And before someone goes on and says “oh but he apologized” let’s not forget that he only apologized because Noora said she would go out with him if he did. 

The entire beginning of that whole relationship with Noora was disgusting. Blackmailing her into dating him? Sorry, I just don’t find that romantic. Sending her unwanted texts such as “you look so fucking hot in that top” and everything, when she was making it blatantly clear that she wasn’t interested, could actually classify as sexual harassment. He borderline stalked her until she agreed to go out with him. It’s not a healthy start to a relationship, and I’m not here for it. And when he thought she slept with Nico, he wouldn’t even stop to listen to her. He literally tore away from her and refused to hear anything, even though she didn’t even say she slept with him. All she said was “I don’t know.” 

And from the little of the relationship we saw in Season 3, it doesn’t exactly sound like he changed much. 

Sure, he had his moments that were sweet, but that doesn’t take away from the complete douche he is, and that Noora should have stuck to her guns and not gone out with him.

Also he looks like emo Spiderman. 

Find Someone Better. Pt2-

Angst Angst Angst! Today we find out who broke our readers heart😏
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You simply ignored the call and placed your phone face down on the table. Right now, you weren’t in the mood to talk to anyone about anything. That was until your neighbour knocked on your door.

‘Hi! I just thought I’d come say hey because you’re never here anymore and I missed our little girl to girl chats and sleepovers!’ You smiled at her kindness and instantly began craving companionship. You motioned for her to come in and set about making glasses of iced coffee for the pair of you.

You handed her the glass and she immediately clocked your hand. ‘Oh where’s your ring? Did you lose it? Oh I bet he’s out buying you a better one right now!’

You let out an awkward laugh and sat beside her, ‘Yeah, it’s actually over.’ You said, voice steady as always, as you were determined not to break.

The face of your roommate turned from a smile into a scowl as she took in your words. 'What? WHAT? No? Why?’ She asked. She had always been a good friend to you and you were completely comfortable with unloading on her.

You sank back in your chair and let out a deep sigh. 'There’s just too much pressure… Pressure to behave the right way, pressure to look the right way. I’m not the idol, he is. And I was made to feel like one, being told my dress is too short, don’t go out drinking with your friends… just random crap like that. Why should my behaviour reflect on him? I’m my own person aren’t I? I make my own decisions don’t I? You have no idea how it feels constantly being watched by his fans, it’s creepy, I felt restricted…’

As you spoke to her explaining what had happened you shivered, the air around you suddenly feeling cold giving you chills. Maybe it was because the thought of everything that gave you the chills, but you shrugged it off as 'just your imagination.’ After all, that’s what he used to say when you complained of being followed by fans in public…

You took another breath as your friend sat beside you wide eyed. She must’ve been wondering what was going on in your head as you’d completely zoned out.

You shook yourself out of your daze and continued. 'Then when he was away we’d hardly speak, we were physical less and less, then our actual conversation became nonexistent… like he’d come home and go straight to bed or get changed and say he was going out and that was it. But the last straw was when he went away and didn’t even tell me. He literally just left a note. And that was it, I sat and I waited for him to come home and he didn’t even apologise, he didn’t even say anything, so I gave him the ring back and I left…’

She sat with her mouth practically on the flooor, she could feel your emotion even if you weren’t showing it in your face. 'But, you always seemed so happy… My god, I’m so sorry!’ She said placing a hand on your own.

'Hey… I’ll get over it, it’s not meant to be.’ You replied with a soft smile on your face. Inside you felt like you wanted to cry but you would never let yourself.

Your neighbour stayed with you for a good couple of hours. She stayed a chatted with you, letting you know she was always there for you.

For the next week you tried to keep yourself out of the public eye. You spent pretty much the entire week hidden behind a pair of sunglasses hoping nobody would recognise you.

It had only been a week but you’d already been photographed without your ring and it was plastered all over a Kpop trash magazine. You never wanted any of this, you were fuming, seething with anger that these people who didn’t even know you felt they could freely pass judgement when they had no idea.

Everyone thought he was the angel and you were the one causing trouble for their precious 'oppa’. Nobody ever thought he could be the one in the wrong, it was always you.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You were sick of receiving bitchy tweets, having people shout at you in the street, sick of people trying to butt into your private business, but the magazine cover was the last straw.

You promised yourself you were done with him, but you knew he was the only one who’d be able to stop this, so you caved in and pulled out your phone, finally returning his endless calls.

-Dialling: Hoseok.- ………


Part 3 up soon! 😬

anonymous asked:

Also, i don't think C is perceptive when it comes to other's feelings about her. We saw that with L. Literally in every episode L was having the hearteyes with her and it was so apparent that she was into her, and EVEN when she was like "I care about you", C was like "...Okay" and she was so surprised when she kissed her. lol it's a very interesting and kind of funny trait of hers.

It really is, nonny!  I think Clarke and romantic feelings in general is really interesting, because on the one hand she’s really good at identifying her own non-romance related emotions but on the other hand she’s remarkably bad at recognizing romantic feelings– either from others or within herself– until the absolute last minute.

Going all the way back to season one, I think Clarke was the first one to recognize that she actually sort of liked Bellamy as a person and didn’t just reluctantly trust him.  By the time they were debating whether or not to leave the dropship she would have been like “This is Bellamy and he is my friend whether he likes it or not,” whereas Bellamy would have been like “This is Clarke and she is Great but she probably hates me and just sees me as a useful human to have around so we’re maybe sort of friends but not really and also her hair is very pretty” because Bellamy is a goddamn disaster when it comes to literally any of his own emotions while Clarke is decent at anything that’s not romance.  By the time Clarke tore across Camp Jaha to jump into Bellamy’s arms, she definitely would have been able to say “I love Bellamy.”  Not romantically at that point, but she loved him and she’s the sort of person who is able to name that emotion without much trouble.  Bellamy, on the other hand, would have been like “Clarke is my favorite non-Octavia person and idk maybe you could call that love but it’s definitely one-sided because I care a lot about her and I don’t know if she feels the same way about me.”

It’s important to stop here and note that Bellamy’s inability to pick up on how much Clarke loves him is not really anyone’s fault, it’s just that Clarke doesn’t really feel the need to sit around and talk about it (she loves him, what more is there to say?) and Bellamy has not really experienced that sort of direct, open love (everything with his mom and Octavia is bound up in fear and secrets) so it’s mostly just a very understandable miscommunication.  Hell, when Clarke says “Because I can’t lose you too,” she’s surprised Bellamy needs her to say it, and he’s just like, flabbergasted that she sees him as that important.

So in terms of Bellamy and Clarke, I would say that Clarke was the first one to realize she loved him, but Bellamy was the first to realize he was in love.  For Clarke it was a much more straightforward process from enemies to allies to friends to Best Friends Forever, but Bellamy’s low self-esteem and discomfort with someone loving him outside of his utility to them made it harder for him to recognize what mutual love looks like.

But, as you say, Clarke is astonishingly bad at recognizing when someone else has romantic feelings for her– and at recognizing her own romantic feelings– and Bellamy is no different for her.  She’s actually very good at recognizing and acting on sexual desire, as we see with her relationship with Niylah, but when it’s something bigger, something that involves mushy feelings and butterflies, she just…ignores it.  She’s a champ at compartmentalizing her feelings, but she is especially focused on locking up feelings that edge towards romance as we saw with both Finn and L.exa.  

Bellamy, however, is just like “yeah I fell out of the In Love With Clarke tree and hit every goddamn branch on the way down ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.”

But now Clarke is starting to suspect that Bellamy is in love with her and I think her firm refusal to deal with that is both in character and an indication that she’s got some mushy, butterfly-adjacent feelings about him that she’s just not ready to sort out yet.  

The First Christmas

500 followers celebration 2nd place - Gabriel x Reader - Fluff - 1k+ words

Summary: Gabriel tells the story of the first Christmas.
Pairing: Angel Gabriel x Reader 
Warnings: Fluff with a little bit of angst. Gif isn’t mine. 
Word counting: 1k+


“Are you ready?” Gabriel looked down at the little girl, enjoying the privacy his magical bubble gave them momentarily.

“Yes.” She affirmed, her large eyes fixed on him.

“Okay, then.” He made a dramatic pause and cleaned his throat like he was about to tell the greatest of the stories. “It was just a regular day in heaven, everything was just fine, and Father came to talk to me. “

Y/N watched the archangel with her huge childish Y/E/C eyes, enchanted by his voice.

“He looked at me and said: Son. I have an important mission for you.” He made a deeper voice. “And I said: of course Father. And he said: Because I know you are the smartest ass in this holy place…”

“Dad!” She exclaimed. “That’s not what he said.”

He pouted, rolling his eyes.

“He didn’t say it with these exact same words, but I’m sure he meant it.”  He affirmed., “Can I continue?”

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anonymous asked:

Can yo do ship for Nobunaga x MC ? C:

Nobunaga/MC

  • Who’s the cuddler?: Nobunaga, but he tries to act like he’s making a reach to do it. GOSH, MC, I guess if you WANT me to lay on your lap I WILL… So NEEDY… MC is tired af.
  • Who makes the bed?: Nobunaga, but that’s because he sleeps in later than MC. He’s horrible in the morning, but he pays for the good food by cleaning up here and there. He’s grumpy after he’s done his chore, but he eats the whole meal she sets out for him.
  • Who wakes up first?: MC, always–Nobunaga sleeps in as long as he can like a lazing cat. 
  • Who has the weird taste in music?: Oda Nobunaga went through this Emo Ass Phase and was a pretentious 13-year-old who listened to American alternative bands. “I Write Sins Not Tragedies” comes on the radio and he cannot help himself, it’s literally embarrassing.
  • Who sings in the shower?: Nobunaga, but like, MC can’t say anything because he’s actually a really good singer? Could belt a beautiful rock ballad perfectly (he was a choir kid).
  • Who cries during movies?: Both of them, though Nobunaga tries really hard not to–MC lets him hide his face in her shoulder because, “I’m not crying, I just don’t want to watch the rest of this stupid movie!”
  • Who spends the most while out shopping?: Nobunaga because… why shouldn’t he? He has money, he’s gonna spend it. MC sort of wishes he wouldn’t splurge so much, but she looks good in this dress so he doesn’t care? Sold, he’s taking it.
  • Who kisses more roughly?: Nobunaga, but MC quickly learns to bite back to keep up–he likes it that way.
  • Who is more dominate?: Usually Nobunaga, but with his power, he likes to give the lead to MC at times. Nobunaga likes being spoiled.
  • My rating of the ship from 1-10?: I feel sort of half-and-half on this pair. I think there was a lot of possible potential, but I’m not so fond of how his main route actually went about their development. I liked that MC was willing to stand up to him and (despite another caste issue) was willing to defy being swayed by his material way of winning her favor. But I feel MC just didn’t quite steel herself just enough, and I think she lets Nobunaga get away with certain things he shouldn’t? It’s also another issue of a clash of morals (because MC rarely changes from her “war is bad my father died”), so I think the end product of the route was also sort of… bland? Anticlimactic, even. However, I actually quite liked the beginning of the route and some of their moments together, so I find it better than some. I can give it a 6/10.