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!

But since you all have been waiting so long, here’s a preview of Chapter 6! :D

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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.

Treat You Better | Peter Parker

Summary: Based on the song Treat You Better by Shawn Mendes (duh. You could figure that out by just reading the title.) Peter Parker has had a crush on the reader since the beginning of middle school but the reader already has a boyfriend who, if you can’t tell by the title, treats her like crap. One night, Peter decided the reader’s boyfriend has gone too far…

Warning: LANGUAGE AND (SOME) ABUSIVE CONTENT!

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Type: Song Inspired Oneshot

Requested: anonymously 

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A/N: Wrote this up quicker than I thought. Hope everyone enjoys it!


Originally posted by sexy-stan

Peter Parker’s Point of View:

I knew. I knew from the very moment my eyes fell on Y/N, I knew I was a goner. It had only taken me a week to realize that I was head over heels for a girl I didn’t even know. All I knew about her was that she went to my school, she was in my history class, and that I was already madly in love with her.

I don’t know. Maybe it was the way her hair flowed aimlessly over her shoulders, or the way her eyes twinkled in the sunlight. Or maybe the way her lips curved into the perfect smile, that would just melt my heart. The way she aced every class effortlessly or made everyone around her smile and laugh. This girl was perfect. There was only one problem:

She had a boyfriend.

The two had met her first year of high school. She was a freshmen and he was a sophomore. The two were complete opposites but everyone encouraged them for their relationship to take place, saying: “Opposites attract.”

Let me tell you something. That is not always the case. These two were so different. They were fire and ice, darkness vs light, cold vs hot, day vs night, water and oil. They just didn’t seem like a fitting couple.

Of course, neither of them knew it at the time so they started dating three months into the school year. He would flirt with her and she would blush back. It was your typical cliche movie romance story.

I won’t lie to you
I know he’s just not right for you
And you can tell me if I’m off
But I see it on your face
When you say that he’s the one that you want
And you’re spending all your time
In this wrong situation
And anytime you want it to stop

We never talked but I wish we did. Now here we were, our second year into high school and this is were things started to get a little rough. Y/N came into school one day changed. She looked differently almost and certainly acted differently. She didn’t smile once that day.

I know I can treat you better than he can
And any girl like you deserves a gentleman
Tell me why are we wasting time
On all your wasted crying
When you should be with me instead
I know I can treat you better
Better than he can

We had been assigned as lab partners that year in chemistry class together. She came in one day with a split lip. When I asked her what happened, she replied with: “I-I fell down.” 

It didn’t take me long to figure out that her boyfriend was physically abusing her. I made note of this whenever I saw them together. Whenever he would put his arm around he shoulder, she would tense up and be all stiff. Whenever he tried to kiss her, she would always try to turn her head away from him. 

They also fought constantly. It became a daily ritual for them almost. It made me wonder why they didn’t just break up already. She deserved so much more. I didn’t understand why she stayed with a guy like him, a guy that physically abused her and said mean things to her. I wished she would just leave him.

I’ll stop time for you
The second you say you’d like me too
I just wanna give you the loving that you’re missing
Baby, just to wake up with you
Would be everything I need and this could be so different
Tell me what you want to do

I would do anything for her. Literally anything. I would give anything for her.  But I never even rounded enough courage to talk to her. It was always a simple: “Hello Peter,” in the hallways or in class. No other word was spoke between the two of us.

Over time, the odd couple’s relationship had gotten more rocky and unstable. Y/N almost never smiled and she seemed depressed. It made me extra angry every time I saw her boyfriend treating her like shit in school or outside of school. I wanted to help her. 

It wasn’t until Liz’s Party that I decided to do something. As soon as Ned and I walked in that door, Y/N approached us with a smile on her face. It was the first time I had seen her smile in a long time.

“Hi Peter. Ned,” she nodded. I couldn’t help but smile and admire her face as she talked to me for a few minutes. This was the first real conversation we had together. 

What I didn’t notice was her boyfriend eyeing us on the other side of the room. He had somehow managed to buy a few cans of beer earlier that night and had drunk all of them before arriving at this party. 

‘Cause I know I can treat you better than he can
And any girl like you deserves a gentleman
Tell me why are we wasting time
On all your wasted crying
When you should be with me instead
I know I can treat you better
Better than he can

I stiffened in posture when I saw the big guy walking towards us. He stumbled a little bit but found his way over to the two of us. “Hey babe. This little twig bothering you?”

She rolled her eyes at him as he laced his arm around her shoulder. “No, he’s my friend.” She shoved his arm off her shoulder. He smacked her ass and she jumped, wincing at his actions. 

“Care to show her some respect?” I asked. He chuckled and fiercely grabbed Y/N upper arm.

“You come with me,” he dragged her outside Liz’s house and I couldn’t help but watch as they fought. Though I couldn’t hear them over Flash’s music, I could visible see the anger and frustration surging through both of their eyes.

I made my way over to the window just in time to see his hand come crashing down onto her face. She fell to the ground from the amount of force and she began to cry softly to herself. That’s when I decided to step in.

I opened the screen door and made my way over to her. I placed my arm on her and she winced. “Ssh. Ssh. Ssh. It’s okay. I got you.” I stood to my feet and turned around. “Stay away from her. You don’t deserve a woman like her. She deserves so much better.”

“Uh-huh. And what are you going to do about it?” I swung my fist and it collided with his jaw. He stumbled back and cursed me out, but I didn’t care. I told him to get lost and he did. 

When I turned around, Y/N was gone. I searched the house but couldn’t find her. I was about to give up and just go home all together when I spotted her on the curb of the street. I slowly approached her and sat down next to her as she cried.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get there sooner,” I said.

“I am just glad you got there. I couldn’t imagine what he would have done if you hadn’t–” she stopped herself. She shook her head free of those thoughts. “Whatever. It doesn’t matter any more. It’s over. We are through.”

“Well I am glad then.” She looked at me in question so I explained myself. “I saw the way he treated you and I didn’t like it. He treated you like shit. Guys are suppose to respect women and care for them, not tear them down. He didn’t deserve you. You are worth a million of him. You deserve so much better.”

“Thanks Peter. That really means a lot to me,” she said, sniffing up her tears. I smiled kindly at her, showing I meant no harm and that I respected her for who she was. 

Give me a sign
Take my hand, we’ll be fine
Promise I won’t let you down
Just know that you don’t
Have to do this alone
Promise I’ll never let you down

“I just want you to know, that when you are ready, I will be waiting for you. I promise to treat you better than he ever did. I will treat you with respect and love. But I am always here for you and I will wait. I will wait for you because honestly, I don’t want anybody else.”

A small sincere smile arose onto her lips and she laced her hand with mine. She rest her head on my shoulder and sighed, breathing in the fresh air the night had produced. I raised her hand to my lips and gently kissed her knuckles. 

'Cause I know I can treat you better than he can
And any girl like you deserves a gentleman
Tell me why are we wasting time
On all your wasted crying
When you should be with me instead
I know I can treat you better
Better than he can

At that moment, I think we both knew. The future would be kind to us and we were so grateful it was. Everything was going to be okay. Everything was going to be alright. 

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.

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Doomed — Min Yoongi (05)

Words: 2834

Warnings: demon!Yoongi + angst (a lot of it; prepare your hearts)

Description: Dating a demon is not at all what you thought it would be like…

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“She’s pregnant.”

You stood there, shocked. You couldn’t believe it. Was he lying? Why would he lie about this?

Out of the people that stood around you, Yoongi was the first one to speak up.

“What the hell do you mean ‘she’s pregnant?’”

“I mean, she’s pregnant, Yoongi.” Lehun tells his nephew.

How could you be pregnant? If you were pregnant, wouldn’t you have known?

You didn’t know what to say. What could you say?

“Oh my gosh.” You hear Taehyung say.

“No. She can’t be pregnant. She can’t.” Yoongi speaks, running his fingers through his hair.

Lehun look at you, shocked. The expression on his face was probably the same expression on yours.

Lehun looked to Yoongi, who looked stressed. “Min Yoongi. You messed up. Badly.”

Sure, this was an unplanned pregnancy, but why were they acting like someone just died or something?

“This is why demons shouldn’t have relationships with humans. How could you get her pregnant?” Lehun asked.

“It seems like I’m the most responsible one in the family.” Wonho rolled his eyes.

“We need to do something about this. The baby has to go.” Lehun says.

Your eyes widened at his words.

“No!” You tell him, crossing your arms over your stomach. “Why are you guys making such a big deal about this? I’m carrying a baby, not a dragon or something.”

“It might as well be a dragon.” Wonho sighed.

“Y/n…” Yoongi trailed off. You looked up at him. He looked genuinely worried. “You can not have this baby.”

“I’m not getting rid of it.” You say. “Y/n, you have to. You have to get rid of it. You can’t have it.” Yoongi tells you.

“No. I know this was unplanned but I am not having an abortion. I won’t give up this baby, Yoongi.” You said.

“Y/n, you don’t get it.” Namjoon says. “I don’t. Please enlighten me.” You turned to face your friend.

“You’re a human. Yoongi is a demon. What do you think the baby is?” Lehun asks, not letting Namjoon speak.

“I don’t know.” You answered, honestly. “I don’t care. It’s a baby. A child. I’m not letting anything happen to it.” You looked at the elder man.

“Y/n,” Yoongi spoke up, taking one of your hands in his. “You can’t have this baby. I won’t let you do it.”

You raised your eyebrow before pulling your hand away from him. “I’m not letting you or anyone else take this baby from me, Yoongi.”

Yoongi looked into your eyes, trying to plead with you. “I’m serious, y/n. You can’t have the baby.”

“I can't—” You started, but stopped once someone grabbed your arm and spun you to face him. Lehun. “Let go of me!” You tell him. He didn’t let go. His grip was painful on your arm.

“That baby is worse than any demon. It’s worse than Yoongi. Worse than Wonho. And worse than me. We’re not letting that thing live!” He tells you.

You tried to pull away from his grip, but it was too tight. “You’re not having this baby. You’re not.” Lehun says.

“Let me go!” You yelled, but he still didn’t listen. His nails were digging into your flesh, surely creating wounds.

You felt hot tears starting to pour from your eyes. You looked over at Yoongi, who just stood there. He still looked worried, but did nothing to help you.

“Are you just gonna stand there?” You asked him, tears pouring down your eyes.

“Y/n…” He trailed off. “You can’t have this baby.”

Is that what he cares about? He didn’t care that you were crying, or in pain. All he cared about was getting rid of the baby.

“I’m not—” You started, but Lehun tightened his grip on your arm, causing you to yell out in pain. You look down to see blood streaming down your arm.

Tears streamed down your face and Yoongi didn’t look like he was going to help you anytime soon. You looked at Hoseok, the first boy who stood beside you.

He saw the tears in your eyes and immediately jumped into action, prying Lehun’s hand away from you.

Once his hand was off, you took a step back, crashing into Taehyung who wrapped his arms around you. Comforting you as you cried.

“Look!” Lehun says, grabbing your arm once again. He took your arm in his hand, inspecting it. His grip wasn’t as tight as before.

You look at your arm to see—nothing. Nothing was there, except the now dry blood that had cascaded down your arm before.

There were no cuts, or marks from not long ago when Lehun had dug his nails into your skin. It healed. It healed so fast.

“Look, she’s healing. The baby is giving her abilities. It has to go.” Lehun tells everyone.

You pulled your arm away from him, returning to your spot in Taehyung’s arms.

“Y/n…” Yoongi starts. You didn’t want to hear it. You know that he would just try to convince you to give up the baby.

You turned around, facing Taehyung as his arms were still wrapped around you.

“Take me home. Please.” You asked him, tears running down your cheeks.

Taehyung looked at Yoongi before looking back at you.

“Come on, lets go.”


“I have to go to the doctor, don’t I?” You asked as you, Taehyung and Hoseok sat on the couch in your apartment.

“Not unless you want the doctors to see that you have a demon baby inside of you.” Tae tells you.

“So how am I supposed to make sure that the baby is okay?” You ask. “You don’t.” Hoseok answers.

You sighed, looking at the two boys.

“How come you two don’t want me to get rid of the baby? Everyone else seems to.” You say.

“Because I love kids.” Taehyung smiles. “And I love Tae.” Hoseok also smiled.

Taehyung looked at Hoseok, smile still on his face. “I love you too, man.”

“Why is everyone so angry about it? It’s just a baby. What damage can it really do?” You questioned.

Both boys looked at you, raising their eyebrows.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Yoongi didn’t tell you, did he?” Taehyung asked. “Tell me what?” You asked.

Hoseok scoffed. “Of course he didn’t tell you.” He sighed. “Why does he insist on keeping things from her?” He asked Tae, who just shrugged.

“I’m confused.” You announced.

“Y/n,” Hoseok starts, looking up at you with soft eyes. “The reason that demons and humans aren’t supposed to be in relationships is because if the human gets pregnant, the baby can kill her.”

“What do you mean by kill?” You asked, trying not to assume the worse—even though you know what he meant.

“I mean kill. As in, you could die, y/n.”

“That explains why Yoongi doesn’t want me to keep the baby, but what about Lehun? He doesn’t care about me at all, so why would he want me to get rid of it?”

“Because it’s a cross breed between a human and a demon. There haven’t been many cases of these type of babies, but the ones that we’ve heard about were terrible. They went on killing sprees. Killing humans and demons. That’s why they established the rule that humans and demons can’t have relationships.” Hoseok explains.

“And because that baby gives you abilities. You saw how you healed earlier.” Taehyung explains. “While that baby is inside of you, you’ll be able to do things that you’ve never done before.” He says.

“Like what?”

“You can heal, obviously. And you have super-demon strength! And you can teleport. You just have to learn first.” He says. “Oh!” He says, getting up excitedly. “You can control people. You know, like Yoongi and Lehun do. And maybe you’ll even be able to read minds like me!” He smiles.

“That is, if she doesn’t die.” Someone says. You all turned your heads to see Yoongi, who had literally appeared out of nowhere.

You sighed, not saying anything.

You were mad at him. How could you not be? Even if he didn’t want you to have the baby, he just stood there watching while Lehun grabbed you. He didn’t do anything about it. Isn’t Yoongi supposed to protect you?

No one wanted to speak up after Yoongi spoke, but Taehyung did it anyways. “Why are always so negative? You have to look on the positive side sometimes.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes at Taehyung. “Positive my ass. Nothing is positive about this situation.” He says.

“You’re so grumpy all the time. You’re gonna be a dad. Let loose, man.” Taehyung smiles, lightly nudging Yoongi with his elbow.

“I’m not going to be a dad. Y/n is getting rid of that baby.” Yoongi says.

You stood up, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m not.” You huffed.

“You are.” Yoongi takes a step closer to you, causing you to take a step back. “I’m not.” You repeated.

“Hyung,” Hoseok starts. “It’s just a baby.”

“It’s not ‘just a baby.’ It’s a demon baby. It can kill her. And it can kill all of us.” Yoongi says, looking at his friend.

“I don’t care. I’m not getting rid of it.” You say.

Yoongi looked back at you. Instead of worry in his eyes, like you had seen earlier, his eyes were now full of anger. He stared at you, eyes piercing your skin. You felt like if he looked at you any longer, you would crack.

You showed no signs of giving up the baby. You weren’t going to do it. You couldn’t do it. Even if it kills you, it’s just a baby. It’s your baby.

Yoongi groaned before turning to face his two friends.

“Namjoon is waiting for you, Hoseok. He says he has to follow his human to a party and your human will be there too.” He says.

Hoseok also groaned, sighing. “Why are Jungkook and Jimin such party animals?” He asked himself.

“I’m glad my human isn’t like that. He’s a chill guy. He’s really corny though. You should meet him, y/n. He’s good company.” Taehyung explains.

“You talk about Jin so much. Why don’t you go marry him?” Yoongi rolled his eyes.

“I wouldn’t mind being married to a handsome guy.” Taehyung smiles.

“Come on, Tae. You can come with Namjoon and I.” Hoseok says, grabbing Taehyung’s arm and pulling him away.

“Wait.” Taehyung says, pulling away from Hoseok. He walked over to you, embracing you in a tight hug.

He pulled away, looking at you.

“I won’t let him take this baby away. It’s not happening.” You thought, not saying it out loud. You knew that Taehyung heard you anyways.

He smiled and nodded before walking back to Hoseok. They left your apartment, leaving you and Yoongi alone.

For the first time, you actually didn’t want to be alone with Yoongi.

It was silent for a few minutes.

“So, we’re just gonna stand here in silence?” You asked, sighing.

“You don’t want to listen to anything I have to say. What’s the point of talking?” Yoongi asks.

“You’re right.” You say, turning around to walk to your room.

As soon as you took your first step, Yoongi grabbed your arm, turning you back around.

“Don’t touch me.” You tell him, pulling your arm away from him.

Yoongi laughed and shook his head. “You’re mad at me now? For what?” He asks.

“Because you’re an asshole.” You stated.

“H—” Yoongi don’t get to to finish his sentence before you spoke. “Lehun was hurting me. You did nothing about it. I was in pain, Yoongi. Aren’t you supposed to protect me?”

“I co—” “And on top of that, you’re trying to make me get rid of the baby.” You say.

“The baby could kill you.” Yoongi tells you. “So what? I’d rather die than knowing my baby died because of me.” You said.

“You’re so stubborn, y/n. You asked if I’m supposed to protect you—well yes. Yes, I am supposed to protect you. And I’m trying to do that, but you won’t let me.” He explains.

“It’s a child, Yoongi. It’s a person. I’m not letting it die.” You tell him.  

“Well I’m not letting you die, y/n.”

You rolled your eyes.

Yoongi took a step closer to you, hands tucked into fists. “Y/n, if you don’t get an abortion, I swear I'll—”

“You’ll what? Hit me? I’d like to see you try.” You scoffed, not believing that he would do such a thing.

“Why don’t you listen, y/n? You could die! This baby could kill you! I’m not letting that happen.”

“I’m not letting you take the baby away.” You tell him. “What’s your problem, Yoongi? Don’t you feel anything? The baby is yours. You’re going to be a dad. Shouldn’t you be happy?” You ask.

“I would be happy if you being pregnant didn’t mean that you’d have to die.” He says.

“Taehyung is right. You need to stop being so negative. Yes, there’s a chance that I could die, but there’s also a chance that I won’t.” You point out.

“I’m not taking that risk. I’m not letting you die.” Yoongi says. “If you died, everything would fall apart, y/n.”

“But you’d have a beautiful child.”

“I’m not sure how much I’d like the child if it was the reason that you died.” He says, honestly.

“Don’t say that!” You said, lightly hitting Yoongi’s chest. “Yoongi, no matter what, this is your baby. You can’t tell me that you’re not even a little bit excited. Isn’t it exciting to be a parent?”

Yoongi shook his head. “I don’t want a child if it means that you would die.”

“Why are you like this? Can’t you think about something other than me?” You ask.

“No. I can’t. I love you, y/n. You’re my whole world, my whole life. I’m not letting you get taken away from me so easily. That’s why you can not have this baby.” He says.

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Well, I’m keeping it and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Once again, you turned around to your room, but Yoongi grabbed your arm, pulling you back. When he turned you around, your faces were only inches apart. You could feel his breath against your face. His eyes gazing into yours, searching for any sign that would make you agree with him.

“No! Y/n, no! You’re going to get rid of that baby. Now.” He says, tightening his grasp on your arm. “No!” You yelled, pulling your arm away from him. You felt tears form at the brim of your eyes.

He looked at you like you were crazy. How were you able to pull away from his grasp if he was holding on so tightly? Maybe it was the strength ability that Taehyung was telling you about.

Without saying anything else to him, you ran into your room. You were about to close the door, but Yoongi pushed it open, his force sending you tumbling backwards.

“Y/n, I’m serious. We’re going to get rid of this baby now.” He says in a stern voice.

“We’re not.” You said.

He took steps towards you, but with every step he took forward, you took a step backwards.

He reached his hand out to touch you, but you hit his hand, pushing it down. “Don’t touch me!” You yelled.

“Y/n, stop it! We have to get rid of it.” He tells you.

You shook your head, repeating the word “no” over and over. “Get out, Yoongi. I don’t want you here.” You say to him.

“What? No. I’m not leaving, y/n.”

“I don’t want you to stay. Just leave. Go stay at Namjoon and Hobi’s house or something. I don’t want you here.” You repeated.

“No.” He says.

“Yoongi, just get out!” You yelled, pointing towards the door. As you pointed to the door, the door slammed shut, causing your eyes to widen.

Yoongi looked at the door before looking at you with wide eye. “Y/n…you—” He didn’t get to finish his sentence before you spoke, tears rolling down your face.

“Leave. Please, just leave.” You pleaded, looking down at the ground.

A couple of seconds passed, as if Yoongi was going to say something, but he didn’t. He sighed before turning around and walking to the door.

You looked at his back as he walked. When he got to the door, he turned around, looking at you. Neither of you said anything. After that, he left. He walked out the door, not bothering to close it.

A few moments later, you heard the front door open and close, meaning that he left through there.

You sat down on your bed, tears falling down.

You wanted Yoongi to leave, so when he was finally gone, why did you feel so empty?

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.

Hogwarts! Joshua

Requested by anon: “can you write seventeen hogwarts au? Joshua is possible?”

  • everyone knew about Joshua Hong 
  • the perfect perfect
  • he was a fifth year Hufflepuff 
  • same house and year as you 
  • so you saw him often as you both shared classes 
  • it came as no surprise when he was chosen as a prefect 
  • but he was surprisingly cool, letting minor things go if it didn’t endanger anyone or if it was for special occasions 
  • especially if they were his friends, he just couldn’t say no to them 
  • everyone’s favorite prefect because he was so nice and liked giving warnings rather than punishments 
  • caught out past curfew by a few minutes, 
  • he’d show you a secret passage to getting back to the dorms without running into teachers 
  • if you passed him on the train, he’d stop to compliment you after asking you how your summer went 
  • and no surprise he knew the lady pushing the trolley around on a first name basis 
  • and asking her how her family was and everything 
  • and complimenting her uniform
  • she always slipped him chocolate frog cards he didn’t have for his collection 
  • and he’d thank her and buy out half the trolley before sharing it with all the kids in the next few carriages 
  • Joshua was good at everything, smart and friendly too 
  • not a single person could find something wrong with the guy or criticize him in any way 
  • no matter what house someone was in, they new Joshua Hong
  • because the guy did everything 
  • perfect exam scores in charms, potions, DATDA, transfiguration, herbology 
  • you name it, Hong Jisoo did well in it 
  • and he was so nice to everyone and a gentleman wherever he went  
  • holding open doors to classrooms for people or picking up fallen quills or books that people dropped and returning it to them with a small smile 
  • one time a girl accidentally set the quill she was writing with on fire from a wayward charm 
  • Joshua had quickly extinguished it with aguamenti and gave her a new quill 
  • suffice to say, plenty of witches had crushes on him 
  • and no one could hate the guy for anything 
  • literally, if you tried hating him, Joshua somehow managed to make you like him 
  • disliked him for being too smart? 
  • he’d say he wasn’t really smart, he just tries hard to study his best and he has smart friends who show him how to do stuff 
  • and then talk about some random episode of spongebob bc it’s Joshua
  • which plenty of people wouldn’t understand except the other muggle borns 
  • he’d be a huge dork quoting random episodes and just being a meme 
  • everyone was always asking him for advice or to look over their homework for them 
  • and although he never lets anyone copy his 
  • goody two shoes you know
  • he somehow had the time to always give advice to everyone and save their grade 
  • he played as a chaser for Hufflepuff’s Quidditch team too 
  • it wasn’t enough to be intelligent, he was athletic and dedicated too
  • spending even stormy days out in the field practicing long after some of his teammates had called it quits 
  • looked damn fine in quidditch robes too yes 
  • in his third year, he had led the Hufflepuff team to victory 
  • scored 30 points in the last minutes before their seeker finally caught the snitch, bringing the score to 270-300 
  • he was every teacher’s favorite too 
  • they couldn’t help it 
  • he was always offering to help out teachers with anything they may need 
  • although he didn’t sit in the front of any of his classes 
  • and he was too quiet to raise his hand to answer any questions sometimes 
  • if a teacher ever made the mistake of assuming Joshua wasn’t listening to the question 
  • they got roasted as Joshua Hong not only got the question right, but probably corrected some error they made in their lecture earlier 
  • which he would only point out in the most respectful and polite way
  • “Professor, did you mean to say aconite or monkshood instead of mandragora?“ 
  • and if no one knew the answer to a question 
  • all Joshua needed was a glance from the teacher and he’d have the correct answer ready to go 
  • the boy sang in chorus too 
  • his voice was heavenly 
  • some magical entity had to have graced Joshua with every goddamn talent in the universe 
  • he supposedly played guitar amazingly well 
  • only his dorm mates knew though, he always packed his guitar in his trunk somehow 
  • and brought it out to play sometimes 
  • it always surprised everyone when they found out he was muggle born
  • like he was too good at everything wtf how have you only been doing magic for a few years 
  • but no one dared say anything about it 
  • bc he had so many friends from all the houses 
  • say something mean about Joshua or just something even remotely critical 
  • and like five different people will interject saying how he’s basically a human unicorn 
  • and how dare you call Shua anything but the perfect prefect 
  • and he could easily beat anyone in a duel if his friends dragged him into one 
  • and probably profusely apologize while bowing at ninety degrees and helping bandage and heal any injuries he may have caused 
  • it was theorized he might have a time-turner 
  • how else could he get all his papers done and still manage quidditch practice and chorus? 
  • and also reorganizing textbooks in the library with his wand while the librarian recommended him books he hadn’t read before since he had read many of them 
  • and helping the kitchen elves by explaining the concept of lactose intolerance and gluten free and other things that helped people with dietary restrictions and food allergies feel comfortable eating all food 
  • he also helped an elf who once tripped over the recently mopped floor
  • Madam Pomfrey was always glowing about Shua bc he always brought students who were sick flowers and books to read and always gave her chocolates 
  • he also was often seen consoling random paintings and ghosts in Hogwarts and he knew all of them by their first names 
  • and while some people wanted to hate Joshua 
  • he could say a few words and any negative feelings you had toward him were gone 
  • “You really deserved that win, you guys have been practicing so hard lately on the quidditch field, good job!“ 
  • "How did you you come up with a way to start your potions paper so well? I should be asking you to edit mine." 
  • "you have to show me that spell you did the other day with the lights and confetti, I want to use it for a friend’s birthday.”
  • “My owl? Oh his name is Flufferson, I have a picture do you want to see? He’s probably somewhere flying around, enjoying the fresh air, the cutie.”
  • “I have a puppy at home, it’s a Maltese and I named it Sebongie, I think it’s a cute name." 
  • on weekends, you could probably see Joshua buying sugar quills for some third years who had forgotten their silver sickles or bronze knuts
  • or in the common room teaching kids how to use his iPhone to watch YouTube and anime 
  • always with his group of friends from all the houses 
  • his group of friends was big, 13 of them in all 
  • his best friends were Jeonghan from slytherin and Seungcheol from Gryffindor since they were all the same age 
  • one time, Jeonghan had tried to prank some Hufflepuff students by hexing their book bags into releasing a bunch of little rubber snakes 
  • but he was caught by Joshua 
  • and Joshua made him apologize 
  • you don’t mess with Joshua’s kids 
  • the next day Jeonghan’s clothes kept dropping rubber snakes everywhere
  • "SHUA YOU BETTER FIX MY CLOTHES I CANT WALK INTO POTIONS WITH THESE THINGS WORMING THROUGH MY UNDERWEAR”
  • Joshua would hide his laughter behind his hand and then compose himself 
  • “That should actually keep you awake in potions then." 
  • and everyone around them would be dying from laughter and patting Joshua on the back 
  • for a gentleman the guy knew how to be savage sometimes 
  • ofc as a fifth year in Hufflepuff you knew Joshua 
  • you even sat pretty close to him in charms 
  • and although you couldn’t hate the guy 
  • it gets low key annoying when your friends always act like his biggest fan
  • "Shua’s practicing down at the quidditch field, GET THE SIGNS GIRLS!" 
  • "We have a transfiguration exam y'all what are you doing?" 
  • "Supporting our Hong Jisoo, y/n. The quidditch match is next weekend and we want to beat the slimy smiles off of those Slytherins’ faces." 
  • one day in charms the professor had to assign a partner project 
  • naturally everyone paired up 
  • and you’re like chill I’ll just ask
  • you look around and all your friends are already paired up 
  • and of course you’re like great forever alone that’s me I need to get me an even number of friends… 
  • "Y/n do you need a partner?” Joshua asks you from the seat two students down from you 
  • and everyone goes quiet
  • because Joshua usually always partners up with one of his friends 
  • and you look to his normal friend group 
  • and see sure enough all of them have partners too 
  • “Sure, Joshua.” You say scrunching your nose
  • at least you’ll actually have a partner who tries and doesn’t make you do all the work by yourself (LIKE LAST TIME COUGH COUGH YOUR FRIEND) 
  • you both decide to meet at the library the next weekend to work on it 
  • “OMG y/n Joshua never asks anyone outside his friend group. What if he likes you?!?!? You guys would be such a power couple ACK." 
  • "Shut up.” you laugh and playfully hit your friend’s arm while packing your book bag 
  • “I’m not pretty enough for everyone’s golden gentleman Joshua, he was just being nice because you all ditched me." 
  • "I’m glad we did, make me the maid of honor at your wedding and thank me later." 
  • when you reach the library, Joshua is already there talking to Jeonghan 
  • "The girl in your charms class? Well whatever we can hang out next weekend. But Shua that assignment isn’t due in weeks… makes sense the both of you are smart aleks." 
  • you clear your throat 
  • "welp bye Joshua, oh and we’re all getting butter beer later at hogsmeade don’t forget." 
  • Joshua laughs and waves Jeonghan goodbye 
  • "it’s a nice day, should we sit out by the lake and say hi to the giant squid?" 
  • "sure I guess" 
  • you didn’t want to have a crush on Joshua 
  • bc then you’d be one of those girls, the ones always trailing behind him and trying to get his attention 
  • and walking by fluttering their eyelashes and saying "Hey Joshua." 
  • but as you were both crossing the grounds to the lake 
  • you kept giving him sideways glances 
  • the way his light brown hair became lightly tousled in the breeze - or his small smile 
  • or the gentle humming of a song you weren’t familiar with 
  • Focus you’re working on an assignment geez 
  • you both sat down at the edge of the lake and brainstormed ideas for your project 
  • and somewhere along the way the convo shifted to just talking about summer and your home 
  • "You’re muggle born too? Then have you ever watched Naruto?" 
  • Joshua was a dork you realized, a cute one 
  • "Sebongie? Yea I miss her like crazy, I was tempted to bring her in my trunk but I have Flufferson already." 
  • ah shit 
  • you were starting to like like Joshua 
  • he was too nice and cute especially when talking about his pets and how they brightened his day 
  • or the many hilarious adventures he had with his friends 
  • or how he missed his family 
  • he was a good listener too 
  • you talked about your hamster at home 
  • it loved eating carrots and you had originally wanted to name it mochi 
  • but you had settled for Carrot after it’s favorite food 
  • and you told Joshua about how you had always loved playing quidditch with your family but you never tried out for the Hufflepuff team 
  • his friends must have caught on to your feelings before Joshua did, Joshua was kind of clueless about all the crushes people had on him
  • Jeonghan ended up putting his arm on your shoulder while walking to the library to meet up with Joshua 
  • "You should just tell him you like him." 
  • "and get a pity rejection, lmao in what world would I do that Jeonghan.”
  • “Suit yourself.” He said giving you a sly smile 
  • right before shoving you into a broom closet 
  • and locking the damn door behind you 
  • “JEONGHAN YOU’RE DEAD YOU HEAR ME." 
  • "You should thank your friend later, she told me about your little crush on our Shua, luckily for you I approve." 
  • you tried unlocking the door with your wand but to no avail 
  • you even tried picking the lock with a hairpin 
  • "Hey y/n listen to this." 
  • "Jeonghan I’m telling the head of slytherin later get ready for your ass whooping." 
  • but you hear someone running down the hallway outside the door 
  • "Jeonghan what do you mean y/n got in an accident? Where is she?" 
  • you go dead silent, it’s Joshua 
  • "Yah, look you came running and everything if you like her just tell her geez." 
  • you hold your breath as you hear what Joshua says next 
  • "She probably doesn’t like me back ok? I’m not good at these things, she’s cute and interesting and I’m boring and I don’t know ok Jeonghan, just tell me where she is no time for jokes we have to work on the project.”
  • “alright, I’d like to just say that you brought this upon yourself and you can thank me later." 
  • "what are you talking about Jeonghan-" 
  • and the closet door clicks open and Jeonghan pushes Joshua, where he bumps into you sending the both of you sprawling on the floor and the door slams shut yet again
  • "THIS IS FOR THOSE SNAKES SHUA I ALWAYS GET THE LAST LAUGH. See you two later…" 
  • Joshua picks himself up and helps you up 
  • and even in the dim closet you can see him blushing like crazy 
  • you’re probably no better you feel like you have a fever that won’t. go. away. Goddamnit. 
  • "Jeonghan underestimates me.” He said giving a nervous chuckle and reaching for his wand 
  • he easily unlocks the door 
  • and Jeonghan is out there bending over dying of laughter 
  • and both you and Joshua are just blushing like crazy and awkwardly standing next to each other 
  • “Did you hear everything?” Joshua says so quietly it’s almost a whisper - “yes?” You say 
  • Joshua’s eyes widen and he gives Jeonghan (who’s still laughing even harder now at the sight of the two of you) a glare 
  • Joshua points his wand at Jeonghan LIKE boi I’ll be seeing you later - Jeonghan runs away cackling down the hallway 
  • “You can just pretend it didn’t happen.” Joshua says flustered looking everywhere but your face 
  • “I’ll understand if you don’t like me ba-" 
  • "It was driving me crazy did you really not know I like you too Joshua?” Wow did I just say that, stupid stupid stupid whyyyyy you think to yourself
  • he looks up at you in surprise 
  • “Wait really? Jeonghan isn’t paying you to say that right?" 
  • "lmao no I’m going to murder Jeonghan after this." 
  • "I’d help you but he’s my best friend so…" 
  • "Do you want to maybe just get a butter beer at Hogsmeade instead?" 
  • "I’d love to." 
  • and from then on you two were known as darling couple 
  • Hogwarts’ gentleman Joshua and you 
  • basically everyone’s relationship goals 
  • and your friend groups both took responsibility for getting you two together
  • Joshua would send you little notes that were folded into cranes and bewitched to float over to your desk 
  • and everyone would sigh and think how sickeningly adorable seeing you read his message 
  • and looking at all the little hearts he had doodled during class 
  • "Joshua Hong, let me repeat the question.” The professor would say 
  • “I never usually have to ask you twice what’s wrong?" 
  • "Joshua got a girlfriend, professor." 
  • and the whole class would burst out laughing with you and Joshua blushing like crazy and his friends wolf whistling 
  • you’d walk with each other to your next class with your hand in his 
  • "Get a room Shua, no one needs to see this.” Jeonghan smirked as he walked towards the potions classroom in the dungeons - you and Joshua both just ignore him 
  • “Let’s hex his clothes again with those snakes." 
  • "Better yet, can we lock him in a broom closet?" 
  • "Deal." 
  • and you both walk into your next class, plotting Jeonghan’s imminent doom together

Originally posted by junsbug


MASTERLIST

~ admin jess

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.

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.”

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!
Tyler Seguin - Healing

Originally posted by tylerseguin-stars

Word Count: 1564

Warnings: Cursing

Part One / Part Two


It’s been ten months since you last saw Tyler. Ten months since the big break up that made you change your entire lifestyle. The two of you lived off of each other when you were together. He took you everywhere he went, to every game. Even got you a job through the team so you could do so. You lived in the same house and slept in the same bed. This went on for three years. Until one day he came home plastered drunk. Making an argument out of nothing. You don’t even remember how it started. You just remember leaving and never looking back.

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Drawn Together [Chapter 2]

“Sometimes, change is what we need.” || Masterlist || Playlist

Summary: Madeleine has just moved to Hemlock Grove along with her father. From the beginning she feels a strange connection with Roman. At first they think it is a simple attraction but they discover there is something stronger between them and they don’t understand why. Along with the series of attacks and the feelings Roman awakes in her she also has to deal with her own family secrets.
Pairing: Roman Godfrey x OC (Roman Godfrey x Madeleine)
Warnings: mild swearing, implied smut.
Word count: 2,571
Tags: @eringva @frozenhuntress67
A/N: Thanks for all your notes in the first chapter, I’m so happy with the support it received! I’m currently working with the songs I listen while I’m writing so I can post my playlist. Oh, and btw, the scene of the car will be in the next chapter, not in this one, lol! Once again, english is not my native language so I’m sorry if there are some mistakes. If someone wants to be tagged just send me an ask. Thanks for reading! :)


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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.

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:

okay okay, but how about FO4 companions react to seeing a dragon?

Cait: Various swear words escaped Cait as the giant dragon flew past. Afterwards she just looked to Sole, expecting them to say something. They were equally as baffled. 

Curie: Curie said something in French under her breath, as the dragon passed them. She quickly looked to Sole with wide eyes and a smile on her face, “ARE YOU SEEING THIS?!” She was excited. 

Codsworth: Somehow not that surprised, “I suppose radiation could make just about anything.”

Danse: Rather than being worried about it being a DRAGON, he worried about the damage it could do. He warned Sole that they should get away from it as soon as possible, and notify the Brotherhood that a new creature is roaming the commonwealth. 

Deacon: Didn’t say anything for a moment. He nudged Sole, “how much you wanna bet I can tame that beast.” 

Dogmeat: Too scared to even bark at it

Gage: As the dragon appeared, he yelled a loud, “WHAT.” After it had flown by and was out of sight, Gage rubbed his face, “I think I really need a break…” 

Hancock: He didn’t say anything until the dragon had passed, then he laughed loudly. “I think I really need to lay off the jet. Was that real?” 

MacCready: He was actually really excited, seeing a dragon made him feel like he was in a comic book! 

Nick: Held on to his hat as the giant dragon flew above them. His mouth was agape as he watched it, after it flew by, all Nick could say was, “I want to make a witty joke but I’m so bewildered that I got nothin’.” 

Piper: She wanted to chase after it, a literal goddamn dragon would make for one hell of a scoop. 

Preston: He really could not think of anything to say in that moment. He refused to believe what he was seeing was real, maybe the radiation finally got to him.. 

Strong: Sole had to stop Strong from trying to fight the dragon with his bare fists…

X6-88: “I don’t- what is-” X6 had a hard time using his words. He eventually gave up and decided to just report the dragon to the institute. 

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?

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.

Why Ichigo/Orihime is completely unconvincing

There’s just so much wrong with Ichigo and Orihime ending up together, I can’t understand how IchiHime fans are completely fine with how their story played out. 

1- Ichigo never shows feelings for Orihime that are beyond friendship, right until the very end of the manga.

There has never been a moment in the manga that shows on Ichigo’s side that he cares for Orihime as more than a friend. He cares for her, but what’s disappointing to see is that there’s no special place that Orihime holds. She doesn’t have that inseparable emotional bond with him like Rukia does, she’s not the rival that still sacrifices everything to help him like Ishida, she never made a pact with Ichigo to protect him til’ the very end like Chad. 

The fact that Kubo himself never included any insight on Ichigo’s feelings for Orihime is what makes me feel like he never planned it out properly; he has Orihime and Ishida discussing how ‘to Kurosaki, Rukia isn’t just a friend. She’s a very special person to him,’ as well as countless little poems in Ichigo’s perspective ‘I wonder if I can keep up with the speed of the world without you in it’, ‘that’s right, nothing else can change my world’. 

— I’m not saying that Orihime needs to do something extraordinary or sacrifice herself further for Ichigo, she’s a wonderful companion and Ichigo cares for her, but to be the main characters love interest? There’s nothing that allows the readers to see through Ichigo’s eyes and what he sees in her, no moment that makes us go ‘Ah, he really values her, she’s special to him’. Which brings me on to my next point:

2- Rukia and Ichigo’s relationship and emotional bond set the bar too high for Ichigo and Orihime.

What I think is that Kubo really, really loved Ichigo and Rukia’s relationship. He loved their moments of connection, their talks, their sacrifice for each other. He loves Rukia to death as a character, and I think he just felt really good writing and expanding Rukia and Ichigo’s moments and lines. I don’t think he realised how deep he made their bond seem, how inseparable, and when he tried to include the aspect of Orihime’s feelings for Ichigo, it didn’t work too well because it felt so bland and insubstantial compared to this thing Ichigo has for Rukia.

Every single emotional scene for Ichigo, his powers, wanting to protect people, his mother’s death (!!!) has always been with Rukia. He talks to her, which I think is so, so freaking important. She listens, understands, and I cannot get over Memories in the Rain. It was so difficult for Ichigo to explain his mother’s death and Rukia handles it beautifully, makes it a moment he remembers ages later. I think that was the chapter that did it for me - they share such deep, personal moments together that just aren’t there for Ichigo and Orihime.

It’s plain to see that Rukia is literally someone he can’t live without, their bond is so much deeper than friendship or romance - their souls are connected. She understands what’s going through his mind without words, she makes him happy, Orihime says it herself. She chases his fears away, with words. They have their dramatic moments but what I love is that they build each other up through words. Ichigo talks to her when he tries to save her in Soul Society, tells her that he is going to rescue her, no matter what. He sees her afterwards, tells her it’s fine if she wants to stay, she can, he smiles at her, thinks ‘looking at her now, I remember exactly why I wanted to save her so much,’ - not because she gave him his powers, or because he owed her, but because he just wants to see her happy. 

I could go on and on about Rukia’s importance in Ichigo’s life, but the bottom line is that Rukia is and will always be the focal point in Ichigo’s life. It’s always Rukia. Orihime notices it herself, it brings her to tears because she can’t replace Rukia, she doesn’t know how to give strength to Ichigo.

It’s just such a strange, sad dynamic to have Orihime so infatuated with Ichigo, only for him to have such a deep, emotional bond with someone else. It’s unfair and terribly cruel to her. Kubo should have either limited the interactions between Ichigo and Rukia or included more emotional ones with Orihime and Ichigo.

3 - Orihime is not close to Ichigo at all.

By that I mean that she knows so little about him. Their interactions beyond fighting and saving are so minimal and emotionally disconnected that it’s impossible to see these two actually have a conversation about something. The things that Orihime knows about Ichigo are always second hand (Ichigo’s mother’s death from Tatsuki, him getting his Shinigami powers from Rukia, his desire to get his powers back from the Fullbringers. She’s never at the forefront of anything when Ichigo needs help. 

4 - Orihime admires/idolises Ichigo too much to get close to him.

She sees him as her protector, someone strong and brave and I guess that’s why she likes him? It’s never really clear. Why is she so in love with this grumpy orange-haired highschool kid that she’s willing to give her life away to help him?She says she wants to heal all his pain, but she doesn’t know what pains him in the first place?

They’re not close at the beginning, Ichigo refers to her as Tatsuki’s best friend, and Orihime is always seen to have funny fantasies and dreams about him. Later on, their interactions are very stilted and awkward. She bumbles and flushes around him, which is fine, there’s nothing wrong with that, and Ichigo kind of just…ignores it? To me, they don’t fit well at all, at least now how Kubo shows the sides to their characters.

Orihime is so bright and caring, why can’t she really talk to Ichigo about his worries outside of battle? Why do their interactions have to be comic relief (her dress, which was extremely awkward)? Does Ichigo even know anything about her beyond her family situation? Does he even bother to talk to her about something casual? 

Ichigo is not always strong, he can’t always play the protector for her. The Hueco Mundo arc was a great example - she screamed out for his help, he had to rise to help her. Earlier on, when the Arrancars invaded, he couldn’t protect his friends and he had to apologise to her for failing to protect her. It just screams power imbalance - she couldn’t protect him either, when her powers are more suited to it. Why didn’t she apologise, too?

Maybe it was supposed to be romantic, it didn’t work for me. It’s just funny how the stark comparison to Rukia and Ichigo, where she gives him strength and hope through her words, where he’s comfortable showing her his weakness with the hollow mask is so much more natural. 

5 - She feels jealous of Rukia’s relationship with Ichigo.

Not just her breakdown, but panels that Kubo drew which show her watching Ichigo looking down at Rukia while she’s healing, emotion so clearly in his eyes, and turning away. It’s just — why make her jealous of Rukia if Rukia and Ichigo are supposed to be just friendship? It complicates everything and it makes the readers think ‘Oh, Rukia and Ichigo must have something going on if Orihime is jealous of her. Ichigo must really care about Rukia.’ 

6 - Ichigo is not good for Orihime.

The fact that her insecurities are never cleared makes me laugh. She ends up marrying this dude who still sees Rukia on the daily - she’s still facing those feelings of jealousy. Rukia is so clearly his kindred soul, if he wants to marry someone else and have them sit through watching their husband share such a deep connection with another person, then that’s absolute shitty of Kubo.

He makes her feel “inadequate”, literally, because she can never compare to Rukia. It’s just. Why. So cruel to her, there’s literally nothing she can do about it. He’s always pushing her to the back, never facing her full on like a normal person. It’s always over his shoulder ‘Stay here, Inoue’ and I just— ugh. She’s so wonderful. Beautiful, happy. She deserves someone who will laugh at her jokes, taste her funny food (come on, Kubo. You could have had like a two-page spread where she feeds Ichigo something weird and they have a laugh over it, something natural), makes her clothes (ahh, Ishida.)

I’m not here to promote Ishida/Orihime, but she’s so natural around him. He thinks about her, considers her feelings. She protects him with her shield, fights beside him as an equal, not ‘Inoue, you’re on defence. I’m counting on you.’ 

7 - There’s no development for Orihime.

I don’t know what she got out of Bleach, tbh. She went in infatuated with this image of Ichigo in her head, came out in the same position. She’s endured painful feelings of jealousy, helplessness, meeting other people. She made bonds with people, like Ishida, or Ulquiorra, who could have developed her character in some way. Made her think that hey, I’m worth someone directing all their attention and feelings towards me, too. I’m worth being thought about, considered. Ichigo literally does not have the time of day to notice her feelings for him, her jealousy. He’s oblivious or preoccupied and unforgiving about it. 

She’s forced to wear some seriously provocative clothing by Urahara, in which she is clearly uncomfortable, just to get his attention. He doesn’t even say anything to her. Chad has to say, ‘Yo, Ichigo. What do you think of Inoue’s clothes?’. It’s so freaking embarrassing and awkward for her that I really want her to leave Ichigo behind. He’s not worth it.

I know that Bleach is a Shounen manga, but seriously. Kubo tried to incorporate some romance when he really didn’t have the right idea of how to go about it and ended up butchering Orihime’s character, Ichigo and Orihime’s pretty solid friendship, and left the reader feeling baited with Rukia/Ichigo. In his head, friendships are sacrifice, you changed my world, for her I’ll go through a thousand blades, that’s the man you are in my heart, show them that despair can’t stop you while romantic love is Orihime pouring her heart out to the guy that still doesn’t know how to pronounce her first name.

Whatever floats your boat, shippers.