look i make more of him :)

I NEED TO DRAW HAPPY PICTURES OF FLUG INSTEAD OF HIM
SU FF ER I N G OML
EDIT: OH MY GOD I GAVE HIM 6 FINGERS, I FIXED IT
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Do you think He tian is clingly

HE TIAN? CLINGY ??? 

OF COURSE HE ISSSSSSSSS!!!!!! 

HE CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF MO GUAN SHAN

TIANSHAN 5EVAH!!!

LONG ASS HE TIAN POST.  

FIRST MEETING. CAN’T STOP STARING AT GUAN SHAN’S LIPS. 

GIVES NO FUCKS THAT GUAN SHAN ALMOST MURDERED ZHAN. ALL HE TIAN WANTS IS FOR GUAN SHAN TO COOK SOME DELICIOUS FOOD FOR HIM. 

KNOWS HIS FAMILY BACKGROUND. KNOW HIS PHONE NUMBER. 

WANTS TO TOUCH HIS BALLS. ANY EXCUSE. HE GIVES NO FUCKS ABOUT REVENGE. HE TIAN WANTS TO JUST  TOUCH GUAN SHAN’S BALLS. 

MAKES UP SHIT JUST TO GET CLOSE TO HIM. 

TOUCHING LIPS BECAUSE HE TIAN IS OBSESSED WITH GUAN SHAN’S LIPS. 

COULDN’T RESIT TO GRAB HIS BOOBS. 

AT SCHOOL JUST CHILLING WITH THE BAE

GIVING HIM CUTE NICKNAMES. 

THE KISS. HE COULDN’T RESIST. HE FINALLY CAUGHT THOSE LIPS. 

DEFENDING HIS BOYFRIEND’S HONOR. 

TENDER MOMENT. HAND TOUCHING. I WISH I HAD A BOYFRIEND WHO LOOKED AT ME LIKE HE TIAN LOOKS AT MO GUAN SHAN. 

THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO GO ON A DATE. 

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our little family pt.5 | park jimin

Originally posted by jinsthighs

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever.

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5

AN: SO I though this was going to be the last part BUT it’s not, I’m so sorry but the next part definitely will and again I’m so sorry for the wait, things had been a little rough at school with exams and just life *ugh* but I hope you enjoy this!

“Hey, what’s wrong man?” Taehyung asked worriedly, as Jimin sat down in front of him, his head buried in his hands as he let out a long sigh.

It had been a couple days since he’d last seen you, and honestly it was destroying him. Every day he’d go to Jieun’s preschool, expecting to see you there, but you weren’t.

But in all honesty, even if you were, he didn’t know what he’d do. What would he say to you after what happened? Would he act like it never happened? Would he bring it up? Would you bring it up?

“I–” he started before grumbling, “I just don’t know what to do Taehyung-ah.”

Prying Jimin’s hands away from his face, Taehyung looked at the boy and teased, “It’d be easier for me to help if you told me what’s actually going on.”

Jimin gave him a look, before sighing again and spilling out everything that happened in the last 3 weeks. From the day he met you,m to the club incident and to last Friday, to where Jimin had messed up big time.

“So you were about to kiss her and then you just..didn’t?” Taehyung asked in disbelief, “Are you freaking crazy? Why?!

"I–” Jimin exasperated before taking a breath, “I couldn’t do that to her.”

He stirred the small spoon he held in his coffee cup as he continued, “I didn’t want to because she deserves someone much more than me. She doesn’t deserve to be held back with someone who’s a single father and–”

“Did she say that?” Taehyung interrupted softly making Jimin look up at him with widened eyes.

“Did she say she didn’t want to be with you? Because I think it’s up to her whether she thinks you’re deserving or not and in all honesty man? You’re hell of a good guy.” Taehyung finished, with a proud smile on his face.

“Just look at the way you raised Jieun. She’s one of the most beautiful kids I know and the sweetest too? Why? Because of you.” Taehyung said softly, making Jimin chuckle, “Even after Herim left you, you still stayed strong. Why wouldn’t she deserve you?”

At the sound of Jieun’s mothers name and Jimin’s ex, he grimaced slightly although Taehyung didn’t give him anytime to ponder upon her when he started again, “You just need to trust yourself more, give yourself more credit Jimin-ah.” Taehyung advised, looking at Jimin with a sympathetic look in his eyes.

Jimin simply nodded, his mouth opening to say something as he looked up from his drink, when he saw a familiar figure walk through, his breath hitching at the sight. His gaze quickly followed you as you walked up to the cash register, fiddling with your sleeves, a habit he had noticed you often had, as you quietly ordered.

Taehyung looked to where Jimin was intently gazing upon when his own eyes widened, a bright smile of disbelief appearing on his face, when your name slipped out of his mouth.

Jimin looked at Taehyung in bewilderment when you suddenly turned around, your eyes meeting Taehyung’s as the smile you returned made Jimins lips part in surprise.

“Wai-” he started anxiously when Taehyung jumped out of his seat and started to walk towards you, quickly engulfing your small body into his arms as he hugged you tightly, making small giggles spill out of you.

Jimin quickly stood up, his eyes still furrowed in confusion as he stared at the scene in front of him.

H-how did Taehyung know you?

But just as he was trying to sort his thoughts out, he had failed to notice that the both of you were approaching him. You looked up away from Taehyung, a wide smile still on your face as when suddenly you felt your breath being knocked out of you, your eyes widening as you stood there in shock.

Jimin stared back at you, a similar expression on his own face when you saw him gulp nervously, his eyes darting towards Taehyung as you noticed him look at the two of you in confusion.

“Hey Y/N.” Jimin said anxiously, his voice cracking at the slightest as Taehyung choked on his spit beside you.

“Wait, you two know each other already?” Taehyung said in disbelief as you simply stared at Jimin in front of you.

It was as if you didn’t hear what Taehyung had said. Not when Jimin was in front of you, looking almost as good as he did the other day, making you want to rip out your hair in frustration. You didn’t know how you felt then. Were you upset because of what happened last Friday? Did you feel betrayed? Were you mad at him or yourself, for making assumptions that were prone to be false.

“Taehyung-ah. Remember I told you Jieun’s going to school now?” Jimin started when suddenly Taehyung’s eyes widened, when Jimin continued, trailing off at the end, “Y/N’s her teacher…”

Everything connected in Taehyung’s mind like puzzle pieces as he gaped at the two of you for a second before getting himself together, afraid the situation was going to get more awkward than it already was.

“Wha–Wow! The world is such a small place isn’t it?!” Taehyung exclaimed as you found yourself giving him a tight smile in response.

“Well, I never knew you too knew each other. I met Y/N is college, I think sophomore year?  Remember all the good times Y/N? You wouldn’t believe me, but Y/N sure was a party girl.” Taehyung joked, wrapping his arm around your shoulder playfully and nudging your arm, causing you to crack an embarrased smile at him.

I mean it was literally impossible to not smile back when Taehyung’s smile was simply contagious. Just as you were about to joke back, you heard your name being called by the barista as you quickly excused yourself to go get your order, leaving the two boys alone again.

“This is crazy.” Taehyung muttered as soon as you were out of ear-shot, sitting back down next to Jimin, who simply shot him a glare.

“Why didn’t you tell me you knew her already?!” he asked to what Taehyung scoffed, “It’s not like you ever told me her name!”

Jimin started to retort but shut his mouth quickly when he realized Taehyung was right.

“But Jimin,  If I were to give you one thing, you sure know how to pick your women.”

“Yah! Kim Taehyung!”

“Hey! Y/N! Wait up!” a voice called behind you as you walked out the coffee shop, stopping at the sound of your name.

Turning around you saw Jimin shooting you a awkward smile as he made his way towards you, a nervous step in his walk.

“Hey.” you said in a small voice as you gripped the cup in your hand.

“A-are you busy or?” he asked slowly before you shook your head.

“Not really, but I was planning on going back home. I had some stuff to do since I’m going back to school in a couple days.” you replied, a sense of hope filling you as soon as Jimin smiled widely at you in response.

“That’s good.” he nodded to himself, before adding uncertainy,“ C-Can I walk you home?”

The two of you walked down the street, the sun shining in the corner as the light breeze enveloped the two of you as you both continued talking to each other, falling back into a comfortable balance, neither of you mentioning what had happened just days ago.

“Yea, so that actually happened.” you laughed, as Jimin looked at you in complete surprise.

“He just kissed you.” Jimin said blankly.

“Well he was drunk, but goodness, his face when I told him the next day was priceless.” You said.

“Man, never thought Taehyung was a wild one.” Jimin snorted, making you retort, “Taehyung was always a wild one.”

Your apartment quickly came into view as you rounded the corner when suddenly Jimin spoke up.

“I’m sorry by the way.” Jimin said softly, as you froze, your eyes nervously looking up at him, immediately dreading the next few words about to come out of his mouth.

“About last Friday, I should've–”

“Jimin, it’s okay really. Mistakes happen.” you replied quickly, not wanting to hear his explanation. Not wanting to know why he had rejected you and why he hadn’t kissed you.

Jimin’s eyes immediately widened as he shook his head,“ Y/N! N-No…I mean..It wasn’t a mista–”

You hesitatingly touched his arm, making him stop mid-sentence as he looked at you, before you said tightly, not looking up at him, “It’s fine Jimin. I understand, really.”

As you quickly mumbled a silent goodbye, you turned around and started to walk towards your apartment door when Jimin asked.

“Do you?”

As his words shot through you, you looked back at him in confusion, your heart racing at the way Jimin was staring at you, his brown eyes boring into your soul.

“Do you understand, really?”

“Jimin, I don’t understand what you’re trying to say–”

“Y/N, I care about you.”

You felt your heart stop in your chest as your hands faltered on the railing you didn’t realize you had been holding so tightly. Lips parting, your could feel your throat go dry as no words would come out, your mind still trying to process the words that had left his mouth.

But before you could do anything else, Jimin took a couple strides towards you and before you knew it, he had pulled you into his chest. His arms wrapped around your waist as he brought you closer to him, his shaky breath fanning your bare shoulder, making the hairs rise on your arms at the closeness.

“A lot.” he added in a light whisper, his grip tightening around you as words made you shiver.

Since last Friday, you never thought you’d needed Jimin this close to you ever again, but at that moment you knew, you’d always want him this close to you, for as long as you possibly could.

Pulling away, his hand intertwined with yours as he gave you small squeeze before smiling at you softly. At that moment you waned to tell him to stay, but your tongue restricted you of any speech and soon he waved you goodbye and walked down the street, leaving you feeling breathless. You slowly leaned across your front door, your hand reaching out to your chest as you could feel your heart thumping.

What had just happened?

You were lying down on the couch, your legs sprawled around as pillows and blankets were messily spread around, while you blinked through your sleepy eyes as you the bright lights filled the room through your blinds.

Did you seriously fall asleep on the couch?

You looked at the clock as the hand pointed to 5 when you moaned, cursing yourself for waking up so early. Just then you heard your phone ring, making you grown in annoyance as you dug through your couch and its gaps in attempts to find the ringing device. Without looking at the caller ID, you put the phone to your ear as you mumbled, your voice groggy, “Hello?”

“Y/N?” a voice said hurriedly, making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion as you quickly looked at the caller ID. Your eyes widened as you suddenly sat up straight, the memories from yesterday flooding in as you pulled back the phone back to your ear.

“Jimin?”

“Hey, I know it’s a really bad time, but I need your help, please.” he begged, the rawness in his voice making you full of worry.

“Jimin, what happened? I-Is something wrong?” you blurted, getting up from the couch as you quickly shrugged on a jacket you had laying on the couch.

“No..I mean yes… It’s just- can you take care of Jieun today? It’s just s-someone I know got into an accident and I need to see them but I don’t want to take Jieun there with me and Yura isn’t in town this week an–”

Letting out a silent sigh of relief, you replied immediately, “Of course Jimin. Of course I’ll take care of Jieun. God, I thought something happened to yo–” you sputtered when you realized what you were saying, your words trailing off as your face flushed in embarrassment.

But to your relief, Jimin hadn’t noticed as he let out a long sigh, “Oh thank you. Thank you so much Y/N. I’ll be there in 20 minutes.” and before you could say anything back, he ended the call.

You looked around your apartment, resting a hand on your hip before sighing, “Time to actually clean this place.”

Hearing the loud knock, you opened the door to see Jimin and a sleepy Jieun still in her banana pajamas. Holding back your chuckles, you noticed as she tightly clutched a small brown teddy bear in her right hand.

You smiled at her softly before you slowly bent down and cupped her round face within your hands. She blinked at you before a sleepy smile made it’s way to her face, “Hi Ms. Y/N.”

“Hey Jieun-ah.” you whispered softly when you slowly pulled her towards you, her arms automatically wrapping themselves around your neck as you lifted her up into your arms. Her head rested in the crook of your neck as you slowly felt her breathing even, her eyes fluttering close.

You looked back towards Jimin when your lips turned into a small frown, noticing how his eyes were sunken in as his hair was disheveled, his face tight as the tiredness was evident.

“Is everything alright?” you asked softly, grabbing Jieun’s things from him and setting them down beside you.

He shook his head before sighing, “Not really, but I hope so.”

A small silence hung over the two of you, when you spoke up again, as you hesitantly took his hand in yours. He looked up at you in surprise but didn’t pull away as his fingers slowly held yours.

“Don’t stress too much Jimin-ah.” you whispered, squeezing his hand gently, “And don’t worry about Jieun, I’ll take care of her just as well, I promise.”

Jimin’s gaze immediately softened at you, as he suddenly looked at you in a way that had you reminded of yesterday, your insides melting all over again. His brown eyes had you mesmerized on the spot, as you could feel yourself getting pulled into them as the long, torturous seconds passed. But before you could say anything else, you suddenly felt his hands wrap around your waist as he pulled you into his embrace.

His grip on your waist tightened as you felt him sigh in what seemed like content to you, your heart hammering away as your head rested against his chest, the sound of his heartbeat echoing in your ear. You nervously looked up at him, afraid your face would give all your feelings away but he simply smiled softly at you when he turned around and looked at Jieun.

Placing a gentle kiss on her head, he whispered, “Don’t bother Y/N too much, okay sweetie? And be safe. Daddy will be back faster than you know it.”

Jieun hummed happily in response as she simply nestled further into your arms, making you chuckle softly. Looking back at you, Jimin gently tucked your the stray strands that fell out of your ponytail back behind your ear before he pulled you closer to him, your breath hitching in your throat at the sudden closeness.

His plush lips brushed your forehead, kissing it firmly, the sensation sending tingles down your body as the intimacy of the kiss had your knees turning weak.He pulled back slowly as he gave you a smile that made you want to crawl into a small ball in the corner of your room, his gaze making you feel something that was almost indescribable.

“You too. Take care, okay? And call me if anything happens, I’ll be there.” he whispered as his hands still cradled your face, his fingers tracing small circles on your cheeks.

You nodded, your tongue tied in your mouth as he let out an airy chuckle, releasing you and Jieun from his hold before bidding you goodbye. You waited for his car to disappear down your street before you closed the door behind you, a shy smile on your face as you held Jieun closer to you.

“Oh Jieun-ah, why does your dad do this to me, huh?” you whispered more so to yourself, blushing slightly as you grabbed her things and took it upstairs. Reaching your room, you gently placed Jieun down on the bed, pulling up the covers to her neck when suddenly her hand gripped your wrist.

“Ms. L/N, please don’t go.” she mumbled quietly, her eyes still close as she tugged on you harder. You sighed in defeat, a small smile on your face as you got into the covers, pulling Jieun’s small body into yours as she immediately moved into your warmth.

You smiled in adoration as you kissed her forehead softly, your heart swelling at the little girl in front of you. Brushing her hair back from her face, soft exhales left her rosy lips as you found your eyes take in the look of peace on her face.

You’d often wondered where Jieun got her nose from, her eyes and smile an exact copy of Jimin’s. But it had then hit you slowly that it probably came from her mom, someone’s existence you’d completely managed to have forgotten.

You sighed as you slightly shifted in the bed, your lips tilting downwards. You wondered how she was. Was she pretty? She must’ve been  if Jimin liked her and had Jieun, who looked like an actual doll. Did he love her? And did he still love her?

Moreover, did he like you?

You wanted to ignore those thoughts but you couldn’t help but wonder if he did. I mean, the way he was treating you meant something, right? With what happened yesterday, it only made sense. But it still had you scared. This was completely new territory for you, it being years since you had dated someone.

Brushing away the thought, you pulled Jieun in closer to you, her small hands grabbing onto your sweater as she hummed in slight content, making a happy smile spread across your face as you immediately forgot your troubles.

It was one of your dreams honestly. To have a child. It might seem like a typical thing. One dates, gets married, then has kids, it’s a process. But to you, ever since you were a kid and were an only child you’d always love being with smaller kids. No matter who they were, you’d always care for others, just as if you were their biological sister.

But you weren’t sure why Jieun made you genuinely happy. Was it because of Jimin? You used to think so, but you felt otherwise. You felt that it was because of Jieun you had fallen for Jimin and not the other way around. Jieun was the spitting image of the perfect daughter you’d always wanted, while Jimin was everything you had wanted in a guy.

And you didn’t know what had scared you more.

It takes so much more strength to say it than Yousef thinks it should. It shouldn’t be this hard- he’s never had a problem admitting when he wrong or guilty or any of that stuff. He’s never had a problem confiding in others when he’s hurting.

And yet.

“I messed up.”

Then the words are out there and Elias’s back tenses for a split second, before he relaxes and cranes his neck to meet Yousef’s eyes.

“Is this going to make me want to never speak to you again?” Elias sits on the corner of his bed, staring calmly up at Yousef as he shuffles by the close entryway of the bedroom. And he’s so grateful that the other boys have gone and left, and he can just have this moment with his best friend, even if it might be the last. “Is it about Sana?”

The name is enough to make his chest tighten. Sana. Sana who hates him now.

“Yeah,” Yousef drags a hand through his messy hair, “It’s about her. I like her, man.”

“So does everyone.”

“No,” he responds and winces, “I mean I like her a lot. She’s sort of like- all I think about lately? Not in a weird way… just… I like her.”

“You like her,” Elias looks up at the ceiling, probably cursing the bro-code gods or whatever, “I shouldn’t be having this conversation until Sana’s at least 30.”

Yousef thinks about Sana at thirty for a moment and sees flashes of dark eyes and wild kids running around and Yousef making dinner as Sana stands beside him laughing.

It’s a pipe dream.

“Doesn’t matter. I messed up. Do you remember Sana’s blonde friend? Noora?” Elias nods and his face got a lot more wary, “I kissed her. The day of the karaoke party. I think Sana saw. And now she won’t even look at me, man.”

“Rough,” Elias intones dryly, laying back on the bed, “What do you want me to do about it?”

“I don’t know. Give me some advice man. What should I do?”

Elias sits up and cocks his brow, “You made out with a chick in front of Sana, put her in an awful mood all week, and you want me how to tell you how to get her to forgive you? My sister?”

Yousef slumps, “I guess not. I just don’t-”

“Sana is all about action. Words don’t mean anything to her.” Elias nods at him, “That’s all I’m saying. Now do you want to play some video games and pretend like this conversation never happened so I don’t feel the need to kick your ass?”

Yousef grabs the controller and mentally starts mapping out his next move.

i look at how it takes ONE small quote by a nobody to make fans come together like mama bears to defend and fight for Louis and I am thinking of Sony and how they should realise the kind of support Louis has is not comparable to anyone in the band and the more they shit on him the more we get angry and defensive so maybe, just maybe, they should *** ** and start treating louis like a human being&an artist so we turn this hate into $$$$$ which is all they care about after all. Deal?

anonymous asked:

I've been on the fence as to whether Gabe is alive or dead(more leaning towards him being alive cause season 12 stuff) but oh my gosh your theory makes perfect sense? like im now questioning why I ever doubted it him being alive?

people will always jump on the “if you think he’s alive you’re in denial!!!” bandwagon without actually looking at…at the content. i feel weird when people label my observations as meta writing, because i’m literally just looking at what we’ve been provided and applying logic

i can almost 100% guarantee you, if robbie had stayed on the writing staff, he would’ve brought gabriel back. i AM happy, however, that gabe wasn’t brought back this particular season!

Anonymous said:

I dont know if it’s just me? but Gabriel always sorta reminded me of Genie from Aladdin lmao I have no idea why

i haven’t seen aladdin in over a decade but all i can really remember is this and it fits

Anonymous said:

It annoys me that people think that Gabriel can’t fight. What about the Darkness or the Leviathan? I mean, he’s an archangel, “heaven’s greatest weapon”. He’s really just a badass in disguise.

in their defense, he was raised to be a messenger, so if anything

he’s really great at it he’s just too lazy

or, just like his dad,

he’ll just get someone else to do it for him

So, my new Xbox One Elite controller came in today (hooray for Amazon Prime!) and I will say I’m actually quite pleased with it - the buttons are new (yay no more mushy A and B buttons, lol) and changing out d-pad so it’s just the 4 directions has made my Seraphim swapping so much more accurate it’s amazing.  I’ve had issues with the 360 d-pad and accidentally swapping in Lailah or Edna when I actually wanted Mikleo or Dezel/Zaveid instead, and having that precision when I use the d-pad has made me so much happier.  Also:

But that’s not why you’re reading this post.  Because obviously, if I got a new controller, I continued The Grand Adventure of Edgelord Puppy and Fanservice Kitty, and you’re here for screenshot gems like these:

Oops.  Maybe telling the assassin-popstar that the Seraphim are ghosts was a bad idea.  But no?  Not your flavor?  Or maybe something like these might be (behind a cut because this post is getting long):

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Guess who wrote some more Steve/Tony/Bucky/Natasha???? It’s me. Why.


God, this safe house had seen better days.

Steve wrinkled his nose at the tiny cot and moldy-smelling sheets and wondered if he could handle staying awake one more day.

“I need the bathroom right now immediately,” Tony began, and hustled in the direction Natasha had pointed in.

Bucky put his hands on his hips and looked around, frowning. “Would it make you feel better or worse to know that Hydra had worse?”

“Shut up,” Natasha said tiredly, prepared to flop onto the cot, then apparently thought better of it and sat down on the floor.

Steve followed suit. He was quite tired. Who knew that accepting Tony’s offer to go with him on a trip to a public speaking event meant that they’d get chased down by both AIM and Hydra? At least they had been wearing casual clothes and sneakers. Tony had had to ditch his suit jacket and steal a hoodie to try and blend in with the crowd, and he was still wearing his loafers.

“You okay, Tony?” Steve asked after realizing they hadn’t heard him in quite some time.

Both Bucky and Natasha turned toward the bathroom door in concern when no response was forthcoming.

“…Tony?” Steve asked again, getting to his feet.

The doorknob jiggled and then there was a sad-sounding squeak. “Oh no.”

Bucky and Natasha were immediately on their feet as well. “What?!”

“Are you okay?”

“No,” Tony said, honestly sounding like he might cry. “I can’t get out because the doorknob broke.”

“Aw,” Natasha whispered, looking amused and sympathetic all at once. She smacked Steve’s shoulder with the back of her hand. “Help him, Steve.”

Steve didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed the knob on their side.

“…You fucking idiot,” Bucky whispered gleefully as he gaped down at the doorknob in his hand.

“Steve?” Tony asked plaintively.

“Just—just a second, honey,” Steve said, turning back to Natasha with wild eyes and motioning at the door.

Natasha rolled her eyes and sighed. “My gear won’t help if there isn’t a lock to pick.”

“What?” Tony’s voice went higher in pitch. “What are you talking about, what do you mean there isn’t a lock—”

“Get in the bathtub, sweetheart,” Bucky sighed.

“What why? What’s going on?”

Get in the bathtub.

There was a pause as they listened to him shuffle around, and then, “Why am I in the bathtub?”

Bucky slammed his heel into what was left of the doorknob, causing the wood around it to shatter and the door to burst inward. Tony yelped as it ricocheted off the tub, ducking further into it and covering his head against the splinters.

Bucky stepped into the bathroom and reached down to scoop him up despite the lack of space usually needed to do so. “I gotcha, doll.”

“What a hellish day,” Tony complained, hiding his face against Bucky’s shoulder. “Everyone should cuddle me.”

“We can do that,” Natasha answered immediately, elbowing Steve in the side. “Steve.

He looked at her in confusion. “Wh—oh,” he whispered, looking around wildly, then hid the doorknob under the cot.

“Gimme,” Natasha said with just a touch of murder.

Bucky held his hands up to allow her to curl around Tony on his lap. “You know you don’t have to use the murder voice, right? You and Tony weigh, like. Five pounds.” He patted the floor beside him for Steve. “Especially when you spread out over both our laps.”

“I weigh at least five pounds all by myself,” Tony grumbled. He plopped his feet into Steve’s lap. “Rub these please.”

Steve gently pulled off one loafer and grimaced. “Aw, honey.

Natasha and Bucky whipped around to look and let out sympathetic sounds when they saw his bloody sock. And he hadn’t even complained once.

“I think there’s supposed to be a first-aid kit here,” Natasha offered, standing again. “Hold tight, Tony.”

Tony muttered to himself about how he’d been holding her tight, but whatever. Bucky and Steve fought valiantly not to find that adorable and failed. She returned shortly with what was quite possibly the tiniest first-aid kit they’d ever seen. It did have bandages and Neosporin though, so Steve didn’t judge it too harshly, instead delicately peeling off Tony’s sock.

“Ow,” Tony couldn’t help but whimper, hiding his face in Bucky’s shoulder again.

“Shh, honey, I’m sorry,” Steve murmured, grimacing at all the burst blisters on Tony’s foot. “We’ll get this fixed up.”

“What do you mean ‘we,’” Natasha began, because she was disgusted by feet, only to jolt backward. “Jesus Christ.

Bucky scowled at her, lifting a hand to pat Tony’s back as he tried to pull his foot away so she didn’t have to see it. Luckily Steve had gotten a good grip of his ankle the moment he’d seen Natasha look in his direction.

“I mean. Oh dear,” Natasha said haltingly, opening the Neosporin. “Why didn’t you say anything, Tony?”

“We needed to get to cover.”

Steve smiled sadly. “You did a good job, honey.”

“Gross, gross, gross,” Natasha whispered, squirting Neosporin on all of his blisters. “C’mon, Steve.”

Steve began bandaging his foot carefully. “We’ve got you, Tony.”

“’m sorry,” Tony said softly, shoulders sagging. “This was supposed to be fun. I was gonna take you guys out to dinner. Maybe see a show. Just… do something that wasn’t life-threatening for once.”

“It’s not your fault,” Natasha said immediately. “You can still do that when this blows over, too. We can even go for something exotic and heinously expensive.”

Bucky hurried to agree with her. “Yeah, doll, let’s try something new.”

“Right,” Steve added after Natasha prodded his shoulder impatiently. “I’m trying to concentrate, Natasha.”

Tony choked on a sad laugh. “I must look bad if you’re all agreeing to something heinously expensive.”

“Fine,” Steve sighed, rolling his eyes. “Just ridiculously expensive then. Will you stop moving your foot?”

“You guys are mean. I’m breaking up with you. I’m going to date Sam, Bruce, and Thor instead.”

“You love to dress Natasha up too much to break up with her,” Bucky began.

“Thor would look good in dresses too!” Tony burst out.

While Bucky and Steve were stunned, Natasha just shrugged. “No, it’s true. He’s just sad most Midgardian dresses won’t fit him.”

Bucky and Steve choked.


“What the fuck, Natasha?!” Steve and Bucky shouted the next day as she raced away, carrying Tony on her back.

“You snooze, you lose, suckers!” Natasha called back over Tony’s giggles, grinning when he wrapped his arms around her shoulders tighter and urged her faster.

Smitten Kitten (Shifter!Stuckony)(Chapter One)

I couldn’t wait to post this first chapter for you guys, I am on a freaking ROLL writing lately, so here we go!

I tagged everyone who liked/reblogged/commented on my post earlier, so if you would like to added to or taken off the tag list LET ME KNOW!!

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I hope you guys enjoy this, its my first attempt at a shifter!fic, and I had fun writing it.

MASTERLIST

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The elevator to the common area pinged open and the team poured out, all in varying levels of injured, all several steps past pissed off.

“That should have been easy! Instead it was a clusterfuck!!” Natasha fumed, the smoke pouring from her mouth with the words making everyone else uneasy. “What the hell went wrong?”

“Hey honey, why don’t you shift back all the way so you don’t accidentally light my couch on fire like you did last week?” Tony called from his position in Steve’s arms, cradled close to the big blonds chest.

“Tony, just be quiet and let us check you over.” Bucky interjected, and sent a steely eyed glare at Natasha. “Shift down, dragon lady. Steve, put him on the couch.”

Steve set Tony down carefully, ripping his shirt in one easy pull, showing the mess of bruises and cuts that decorated his ribs.

Damn it, Tony.” Clint flew in through the window, still partial shifted in his hawk form, tucking his giant wings behind him. “We told you to stay back. You could have seriously gotten hurt!”

“Oh yeah.” Tony rolled his eyes. “Tell the man in the suit with weapons to stay back and let the animals handle it. That sounds like a great idea.”

“Yeah well, if you would have listened you wouldn’t be all banged up, would you?” Clint pointed out, shifting back entirely into his human form, the wings and golden eyes disappearing. “Tasha, shift down baby, you’re smoking up the room.” He grabbed a blanket for her, and Natasha took a deep breath, the scales on her body rippling and shimmering and disappearing, claws retracting, and within a minute she stood at her usual five-two, green eyes and red hair. It was a far cry from her dragon, and everybody relaxed once she was wrapped in a blanket and headed to the kitchen to make coffee.

“Anything broken?” Steve asked and Bucky felt Tony’s ribs gingerly, mindful of the bruising, his fingers probing gently, blue eyes worried.

“Nothing cracked, just some hard bruising. What were you thinking?” His voice dropped into a growl, his Wolf still close to the surface and Tony swallowed hard, pushing back the wave of want at the sound.

“I didn’t want you guys to get hurt. So I stepped in.”

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Bittersweet

» Part two

She likes the sad eyes, bad guys
Mouth full of white lies
Kissing in the corridor
But quick to tell her goodbye

Author: amsimaria
Word count: 7,3K
Feature: Jimin x Reader (mentions of other BTS members)
Genre: Angst/Slight smut (Rated M)
Warnings: Slight violence, Mentions of sexual acts, Punk Jimin, Depression, Swearing, Addiction, Soft drugs use, Smut, (Jimin’s a kind of a Jerk in this part).  

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Pillowtalk (M)

Originally posted by yoonmyeon

Genre: Smut

Summary: Namjoon was the one, once upon a time. He can’t come back into your life and expect things to go back to normal. You’re happy with Hoseok, and no random visit in the middle of the night is gonna stop that..right? (Previously posted on Suganeedsanap)

Warnings:
Cheating

Word Count: 2,860

Written by: Admin Jaefairy

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The Night Ahead (Part 2)

summary: bucky came out of cryostasis after just a few months. with the help of steve, he’s trying to piece the fractions of his mind back together. while flipping through old HYDRA files, he remembers something from his days as the winter soldier: you.

pairing: bucky x reader (sort of?? it’s complicated)

series contains: angsty angst, sadness, bucky reliving memories as the Winter Soldier, violence, people die a lot, bucky trying to cope, really awful translations of German, Russian, and Romanian (thanks to google translate i apologize in advance)

a/n: thank you for all the nice comments and love for this fic! i appreciate it and love you all for it. hopefully this part is just as enjoyable as the first, and it’s now from the reader’s perspective. also, i had issues with the tags last time. almost half of the people didn’t end up getting tagged? so hopefully tumblr isn’t an asshole this time. MASTER LIST | PART ONE

Originally posted by multi-fandom-imagines13

The Belmont Inn sat in solidarity upon one of the many hills located in rural Montana. Looking upon the Inn from the town nestled in the valley below, there’s a single winding road that reached the Inn’s entrance. The Inn itself had been around since the early 1900s but received a facelift a couple of years ago. It was one of those buildings that were created with the intent to merge with the surrounding environment rather than stand out. Made from spruce wood, both the inside as well as the outside reminded people of the old country. It was impressive, but an overall simple architectural feat. It was one of my favorite places.

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Tending to the Fire; Part 3. {Nessian}

Originally posted by kareligomleeek

Part 3 to my collab with @throne-of-ashes-and-beauty, you can read part 1 here and part 2 (by Shelby of @throne-of-ashes-and-beauty) here. Part 3 is from Nesta’s POV, and features a drunk Cass. I adored writing this one. Enjoy, beautiful people.


I had seen Cassian drunk before, but I had never seen him being carried by Azriel as he sloppily flung his legs around trying to break free. The Shadowsinger looked like he was not only annoyed, but struggling to keep the other Illyrian in the air.

He spotted Rhysand’s townhouse and swooped low, dropping Cassian in the front lawn as soon as he got close enough. Cassian hit the grass with a soft thud, and lied face down, unmoving.

Azriel turned around and halted at the sight of Elain and I staring at him from the bench in the middle of the garden.

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carb0ns  asked:

Do U think bakugou and deku will end up being friends at the end??? Like them doing teamwork and taking out the villains together? Also do u think bakugou will apologize to deku after all what he did to him in the past?

At the moment, Katsuki is still a bit stubborn about being friends with Izuku, so I’m still not entirely sure if they’ll be friend friends at the end. 

I can see Katsuki and Izuku working together as the Wonder Duo like All Might has been foreshadowing for a while; with Deku being the rescuer and Katsuki the main brawler of the two who helps them win the battles. Although, working together doesn’t classify as friendship, unfortunately, unless reciprocated from both sides.

Izuku clearly wants to be friends with Katsuki, though its up to Katsuki to make that happen, and while he is changing and their relationship is slowly developing, I think there still needs to be more groundwork laid out for a friendship to happen between them. 

With all the panels they’ve had together and the manga always going back to focus on their broken relationship every once in a while, it looks like Hori is already working on that so anything can happen.

Do you think Bakugou will apologize to Deku after all he did to him in the past?

Bakugou isn’t the type of guy who would apologize with words. He has way too much pride, so if he does apologize to Deku (which I’m hoping for as well), he would probably show it through his actions. Kinda like how he paid Kirishima back for his camera with his money without saying sorry.

I can definitely see Katsuki’s apology to Izuku as something like him jumping in front of Izuku to take a hit, or helping him out now that Izuku has been burdened with the huge responsibility of One for All. 

Katsuki is already helping Izuku out now, actually. He’s giving him advice about how to fight when he used to be pissed about Izuku using his moves, and I think that alone is already a big step towards the mending of their relationship.

Welcome Home, Sweetheart

Originally posted by thing-you-do-with-that-thing

Pairing: Jensen x daughter!Reader
Word count: 1,150

Part 5 of Letters From the Dead

Y/N started school today. I think I was more emotional than her. She was so determined to do this all on her own, and then she looked up at me. Maybe she saw that I needed it, but she took my hand and let me walk her in.

Now it really hits how big she’s getting.


The next morning after breakfast, Jensen declared it was a father/daughter bonding day. You’d stared at him like he’d grown a third eye. That just wasn’t something you were used to. JJ told you that it was fun, and to ask for ice cream. That wasn’t a bad idea, either.

Your first stop was to get you some stuff to make your room feel a bit more like home. Walking in, you’d been looking down, so you didn’t even know the name of the damn store. He was pushing the cart, and you were walking next to him. “So, uh, what’s your favorite color?” He asked awkwardly.

“Y/F/C.” You shrugged. “You know, we could have ordered this online, and saved you having to come shopping with a teenager.”

Jensen laughed, shaking his head. “Dan did offer to do this part, actually.” He glanced at you before turning down the aisle of sheets. “Told her I had 14 years to make up for. Gotta start somewhere.” His voice was somewhat sad. “Hey, where did you think I was all this time?” He asked you once you’d started looking over the different colors.

Pausing, you shrugged and glanced at him. “I didn’t.” You told him honestly, your eyes going back to the middle row. You were debating between two colors, and scrunching your face. “I never knew anything but it being mom and me for a long time. I asked her once, when I was really little. There was a daddy daughter dance thing. I went with my best friend and her dad. After that, I didn’t need to know. I was happy.”

He nodded. “Well, I’m glad you weren’t torn up or something about it.”

“This!” You smiled, grabbing some sheets. Looking over at him, you weren’t sure how he meant that. “Was that…sarcasm?” You asked, putting the package in the basket.

“No! No. Promise.” He chuckled. “I feel bad enough as it is, I’d feel worse if you spent your life thinking I’d like…abandoned you or something.” That made sense to you.

As you started moving towards the bedding sets, you finally blurted out the question you had been wanting to ask. “Why weren’t you there?” You asked gently, not looking at him.

Jensen stopped. “She never told you?” You looked up at him and shook your head. “We broke up so I could focus on my career. I still cared about her, and wanted to stay friends. Suddenly, she stopped returning my calls.” He sighed. “In the letters that your mom wrote, that the lawyer gave me, she said she wanted me to live my dream. That she knew I’d go back and do the right thing. I’d be there for you guys, and she wanted me to better my life for whoever I made a life with.” Your eyes fell, feeling like you’d invaded on that life. “She’s right, though.” He told you. “I would have gone right back.” You couldn’t tell if he wished he had known or not.

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loki-horsediddler  asked:

So, I'm sitting here trying to do some crafts and my dog keeps coming up and distracting me and wanting to play ball or cuddle.. So, imagine here with me (since it keeps playing in my head).. Stiles trying to make something or just busy working and Derek in full wolf shift just trying to get his attention because "Come on Stiles! You've been working all morning! Look how cute I am and you could totally be paying me attention instead of all that stuff." and then Derek just falling on his stuff.

Originally posted by patchismyhusband

This is a wholesome and amusing image and I shall cherish it always. 

I love this even more with the thought Derek is just….so fucking bad at telling Stiles he wants attention….and he knows Stiles can’t resist him when he’s on his back, begging for belly rubs (”if you tell anyone I like this….” “yeah yeah, throat, teeth, I know the drill”) but at the end of the day Derek is just Derek and if sitting on Stiles’ paperwork is how he’s got to play it, he’s going to sit on that paperwork. He’s still every bit of the asshole Stiles fell in love with, after all. It wouldn’t do not to play dirty. 

I just have soooo many questions

Like, did the balloon squad have any issues during the last week? Because papa bakkoush said something like “you’re together, so everything’s okay now?” what does that mean?? Did they get mad at him for not helping them at the fight? WHY didn’t he help them at the fight? And why did they leave without him? And why does yousef keep looking so guiltily at sana? Does he know she has feeling for him? But if he does know, why did he kiss noora? Is he a jerk? And what were the boys going to do? Because it was pretty clear that they lied about playing football. And does elias know what’s going on with sana and yousef? And if he does, is he mad at yousef? Or is he going to help him? WHAT’S GOING ON???

Man, i thought after the hiatus everything would make sense but now i’m even more confused than i was before.

Dorky/Goofy Shawn

Dorky/Goofy Shawn would include….

- Him tripping and catching himself and looking around with flushed cheeks, making sure no one saw
- Scratching the back of his neck when he talks to you because he’s so nervous
- His cheeks turning even more red from embarrassment when you tease him
- “Do you wanna hear a knock-knock joke?”
- Squealing when he’s excited
- Public embarrassment is his biggest fear
- Making ugly faces in selfies with you
- “Wait, no! Delete that, I look gross.”
- Him trying to impress you and failing
- “Can I have one more chance?”
- he says pouting his lip out
- “Did you guys see my girlfriends new selfie on the gram?! Because damn, my girl looks hella hot.”
- He says as he fans himself
- Meeting his idols and then totally being a fangirl once you get home
- “What filter should I use for this pic with Niall?”

an au

hi i’ve fallen in love with the idea of a frankenstein monster type sportacus, but instead of robbie having made him, sporp was actually abandoned by his original creator and left to die but good news he finds robbie who’s Terrified of him but figures out that he means no harm and them coexisting and just.. I’ve a lot for this