main road as well

hey have i ever told y’all about my cursed apartment building

cursed how, you say???? well, here’s the thing: no-one can fuckin see it. let me explain further

  • i live in a tiny flat in a big red brick building with huge windows. it has a driveway with two columns on either side - not a thing you usually see in this area. it is opposite a bus stop and several corner shops. it is on a main, busy road. most significantly, it is attached to a church. a well-known church with a big pink sign on the front.
  • all things that would make it easy to spot, right???? like if i gave that list of distinguishing features to someone along with my address then they’d be able to find my flat easily, right??? well APPARENTLY NOT
  • we have never once had a delivery to our flat (outside of the usual postal service) where we haven’t been called by a lost courier 
  • usually, they are about thirty seconds away. “i’m by the church and i don’t know where to go from here,” they say. so we tell them, “it’s the building right next to the church!! the one you’re outside. that church. it’s the next building along. it’s opposite a bus stop and it has a driveway with two big columns.” 
  • without fail, they call back 5-10 minutes later, still lost.
  • i have answered calls from both lost delivery people and friends where i’ve been able to see them standing in front of the driveway, from my window
  • a friend of mine once drove past my building three times, while on the phone to me, getting increasingly panicked that she couldn’t figure out where she was going. she parked in a nearby road and i had to walk to her car and guide her to the driveway
  • however, my flatmate and i found this place when we were flat-hunting first time, no trouble, and we don’t know what that means other than i guess this place chose us and the rent is so cheap because the estate agents were so relieved to find the first people in a thousand years who could actually see this fuckin building
  • today a food delivery person called me to say he was outside the church, was told to go to the next building along, (a 20 second journey on foot) and arrived at my door 20 minutes later, saying, “sorry, i went to the back of this building by mistake. weird right???”
  • this building doesn’t have a back
  • it backs onto the rest of the church it doesn’t have a back where did he go

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Victor, Yuuri, and Yurio are looking at colleges when Victor sees a sign for a marathon and decides to join it with Yurio. Yuuri is holding a sign labeled 'kiss me i'm a skater' on the sidelines and Victor gets very distracted during the race.

Viktor Nikiforov, retired 5-time consecutive World Champion of Men’s Figure Skating, has recently announced that he will be participating in the 2018 St Lidwina Marathon on April 16. Nikiforov reportedly has taken up long-distance running as a hobby alongside coaching his husband, 2017 World Champion and Grand Prix Winner Yuuri Katsuki as well as 2016 Grand Prix Winner Yuri Plisetsky. Plisetsky is also running the marathon alongside Nikiforov, while Katsuki will be cheering at the halfway mark on the St Lidwina University campus. [MORE]

The screaming at the St Lidwina University Thunder Tunnel is, for lack of a better word, thunderous. 

Yurio had been looking at the university as a prospective applicant, and they’d lined up the visit so that they could get a campus tour and attend an admissions info session alongside participating in the marathon the next day. They were even staying at a small Airbnb just off-campus, tucked above a cosy little cafe called Charlotte’s Corner. St Lidwina was a sweet little New England college town already beginning to be warmed by spring, and Yurio had loved it.

Well, at least, he was scowling a lot less than usual. Puberty had hit Yurio like a truck, and as a consequence he liked to act extra surly to compensate for his sudden lack of grace on the ice. But when the blond had looked up at the red-brick and marble-pillar majesty that was Founders Hall, the admissions and administrative building of the liberal arts college at the university, none of that surliness had been on his face.

That had been yesterday. Today, a different sort of energy hums in the air. Yuuri is convinced most of the students piled up on the metal barriers by the main road are already well on their way to drunk if not already there. Their screams are deafening, and the bright colours of their signs flash wildly in the mid-morning sun.

Viktor and Yurio would be coming by in one of the middle groups, Yuuri knows, so they’ll be here sooner or later. He elbows his way into the crowds gathered at the barrier until he’s managed to squeeze himself up against the metal, between a girl holding a sign that says “Live Long and Prosper” and a boy with a sign that says “Kiss Me, I’m from Texas”. 

Yuuri has his own sign, of course, and he has it up just as another wave of runners begin to appear around the bend.

The screaming gets louder

Yuuri almost drops his sign in an attempt to cover his ears. Had he ever been this loud while at Wayne State? Maybe he should have had something to drink before coming out here. The girl next to him is jumping up and down now, offering high-fives to the marathon runners as they go by. Someone has come by and planted a solid smooch on the cheek of the boy from Texas. 

Yuuri himself offers a couple high-fives to passing runners who recognise him. He shouts some encouragement to them as they go past, but his voice feels oddly drowned out in the overwhelming sound.

And then he sees them both rounding the bend, and his heart picks up a little at the sight.

Yuri is wearing a loose black tank and short leopard-print shorts, his hair tied up and his expression determined. He high-fives a couple people, and offers a quick peck to a girl waving a sign that says “Kiss Me, I’m a Cat Person”. But for the most part he’s focused on the road ahead.

Viktor, on the other hand, is craning his head every which way for a sign of Yuuri. And he’s running shirtless, the white t-shirt he’d started with now uselessly draped over his shoulders. His hair is clipped out of his face and he seems to be covered in sweat, but there’s an intoxicating flush in his cheeks that has a lot of people surrounding Yuuri clamouring for him to come over and kiss them.

And Yuuri’s not about to let that happen.

Viktor!” he shouts, waving his sign. Viktor looks over, his expression lighting up at the sight as he jogs by. 

“Yuuri!” he breathes. He looks like he wants to say more, but is too exhausted to do anything else other than grab Yuuri by the back of his head and bring him in for the hottest, sweatiest, and most disgusting kiss they’ve ever shared in their life. The world falls away all the same, all the noise and screaming around them narrowing into a tunnel of sound surrounding the two of them.

Viktor’s shirt tugs a little. Yurio is dragging him away. Yuuri is dimly aware that he’s now halfway over the barrier. His sign has dropped away somewhere.

“You should go,” he breathes absently against Viktor’s lips.

“Don’t wanna,” mutters Viktor.

“You need to finish the race,” Yuuri says. “We can pick this up later.”

“Promise?” asks Viktor.

Yuuri nods. His fingers linger a moment longer on Viktor’s cheek after he’s pulled back, and then his husband is racing away, sunlight glinting off his ring. Just before he fades from view, Viktor turns back and blows him a kiss, and Yuuri catches it with a grin.

“Wow.” He hears it just to his left, and turns to see the girl staring at him, wide-eyed. He can feel the eyes of everyone nearby on him, now, striking a match to the fire spreading rapidly across his cheeks. 

“That was adorable,” someone remarks. “Can’t wait to see it break the internet.”

And then they return to the screaming, and Yuuri hopes (in vain, he knows) that Phichit won’t find any videos of him and Viktor by the end of the hour.

Rick Martin for BuzzFeed

Viktor Nikiforov and Yuuri Katsuki continue to be #relationshipgoals as Katsuki was spotted giving out some, ahem, encouragement as a spectator of the St Lidwina Marathon this past Monday.

The St Lidwina University Thunder Tunnel is a longstanding tradition of the Marathon, being located at the halfway point on the route. It offers runners a significant milestone as well as encouragement to continue the route. Katsuki was spotted at the Thunder Tunnel at around 11:30AM holding a sign that says ‘Kiss Me, I’m a Figure Skater’ and offering high-fives and encouragement to the runners that passed by.

Well, until his husband, retired five-time consecutive World Champion Viktor Nikiforov showed up with their son (in all but name) Yuri Plisetsky.

Nikiforov clearly read Katsuki’s sign and decided to take him up on the offer.

Very enthusiastically.

And of course Katsuki was very enthusiastically reciprocating.

I mean, can we blame them? Nikiforov was running shirtless by that point in the race. #thethirstisrealfolks

Eventually Plisetsky pulled Nikiforov back to the marathon at hand, and the two managed to complete with the rest of the runners.

Nikiforov repeatedly beat his personal best time by six minutes despite having been distracted by his husband along the way.

We’re sure they celebrated this little victory in their own little way afterwards. 

In the Mist - Chapter 1


Nowhere in Particular

Most people had horses or wagons to get them from one place to the next, but all Jamie had to rely on were his own two feet. He was an avid horseman, and he had ridden and trained more horses than he could count. But here, he had few things of value and none of them would give him enough for a horse.

He didn’t have any real destination, so he simply took a step, and then another. Eventually he stumbled onto what he assumed to be a main road. It was evident that many people came through there, based on the abundance of hoofprints and footsteps. He hoped that if he followed it long enough, he would come across some sort of community.

It was already dark when he left the station, and there was no telling what sort of danger lingered in the brush in daylight, let alone the dark. He walked until he found shelter in a hollow tree just off the main road. It wasn’t much, but it was dry and he was well hidden from prying eyes. He hoped that it would also be enough to protect him from anything lurking in the shadows.

He was no stranger to living outdoors, but that was a place he knew well. He knew nothing of this place apart from what he’d seen in the short time he’d been here. This was a world of all new fauna, people, customs, and traditions.

He pulled the tartan from his pack and wrapped himself in it. The highlander way of life had been wiped out long before he was born, but highlander he was. The wearing of kilts had been outlawed in Scotland, but this was a whole new place. The whole purpose of people coming here was to live freely and the way that they wanted.

Still, he didn’t want to draw attention to himself, already a stranger in strange place.

“One day.” He smiled as he ran his fingers across the fabric, remembering all those he left behind.

He took solace in the night sky, small specks of light littered among the empty void. Proving that no matter what, there was light. That there would always be hope.

Black gave way gray, and the birds came to life in song, signaling the start of a new day.

The forest floor was shrouded in a heavy fog, reducing visibility to a minimum. Jamie would have to wait until it cleared just a bit before he resumed his journey.

But there was something there, barely visible.

He thought it must’ve been a squirrel making it’s way from tree to tree, but the closer it came, the clearer it was.

It wasn’t a thing, but a person. A woman.

She was dressed in a white garment that was hardly modest. Dark curls surrounded her head, as wild as the world around them. Her pale skin seemed to glow, just a bit. He couldn’t make out her face, but he imagined it was just as perfect as the rest of her.

It looked as if she were dancing, blissfully unaware of her surroundings. Perhaps just happy to be alive.

And then just as quickly as she appeared, she vanished.

He rubbed his eyes and looked again, but there was nothing but the mist.

The fog had cleared, and once again Jamie was headed into an unknown future.

He couldn’t help but think about the woman he saw in the early hours of the morning. Or if he had even seen her at all. Perhaps she had never even been there, and his mind made her up out of painful solitude.

What did it mean? Was it a sign? A vision? Or was being alone simply driving him mad?

Either way, she wasn’t likely to leave his mind any time soon. He had no idea who she was or what she was, but by God she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. His heart fluttered as his mind wandered back to the moment when he’d seen her.

He shook his head, laughing at himself. “Yer a fool, Fraser.”

After what felt like days of walking, Jamie finally, finally, found paradise. A small tavern with a few outbuildings surrounding it. He received many sideways glances and looks of disgust, but he was so tired and hungry he didn’t care.

“What can I get you?” Came a soft voice from behind the bar.

“Anything that’s edible.” He laughed, while searching his pack for the little money he had left.

When she returned with his meal, he was so focused on the food, he hadn’t even looked up.

But after a few bites he finally glanced at the hand that fed him, and nearly choked as a result.

It was her.

That morning, he hadn’t even seen her face. But he was sure it was her.

“Are you alright?” She asked, trying her best not to laugh at his ridiculous face.

“Fine.” He choked out, along with wet eyes and a red face.

It hasn’t even been ten minutes and ye’ve already made a fool of yerself.

She crossed her arms and smiled as he took a swig of ale. “Good, It’d be a shame if you died without paying.”

He had finished his supper long ago, and they were the only two who remained. She was everything he imagined her to be, and more. She was no ordinary woman, and with each passing minute, she only became more interesting. More beautiful. More perfect.

“So where are you headed?” She asked with her head propped in her hand.

“Nowhere in particular.” He smiled as he gazed into deep amber eyes, losing himself in them. “To be honest, I haven’t any place to go.”

She frowned and paused, deciding whether or not to speak her mind.

“Well, I have an extra room upstairs. You’re welcome to stay there until you figure it out.” She hardly knew the man. He had come out of nowhere, resembling the lowliest of beggars. Yet there was something about him, something that drew her to him. He was handsome, and charming. There was no doubting that. But it was as if he didn’t even know it. He was so kind and genuine, nowhere near the same as the other men that came through.

“I haven’t anything to pay ye with!” He exclaimed, eyes wide. He never wanted to leave, but he wouldn’t take advantage her like this.

“Well I can’t let you just sleep in the dirt, can I?” She smiled and turned to clear away the mess of her departed patrons.

“Aye, ye could. I could be a killer for all you know.” He quipped.

“Are you?” Her voice was steady, confident.

“No…” He mumbled.

“Then there’s nothing to worry about.” She flashed him a smile and motioned for him to follow her once everything had been put away.

He clenched his jaw, bit his tongue, and did as he was bid.

She lead him to the back of the tavern, up some stairs and stopped outside a large door. The room was small, but it had a bed and a fireplace, which was more than Jamie could have asked for.

“You can stay here until you have a place.”

He stood there, completely dumbfounded.

“I have nothing to give ye.” He tried again, he didn’t want to impose. He had nothing to pay her with, and she was willingly giving him food and board. And to a stranger at that.

“You will.” She smirked, and turned to leave, but hesitated, glancing at him over her shoulder.

“What’s your name?”

“James, but ye can call me Jamie.”

“Goodnight, Jamie.” She smiled, and then disappeared into the confines of her own room.

“Goodnight, Sassenach.” He whispered into the empty darkness. He didn’t even know her name.

I'm Glad It's You (Dad!Tony / Steve Rogers x Reader)

Summary: While shopping, Y/N comes across a celebrity who seems to take an unusual liking to her.


Sighing, you pushed your shopping trolley along the aisle. You put all your might into nudging the trolley around the corner. Suddenly, you heard a crash, followed by your trolley spinning out of control. You hurried around the corner to see what you hit, only to see a man lying on the floor, groaning in pain.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, sir! Are you alright!” you exclaimed, reaching your arm out to help him up.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine, really. Been through worse,” he chuckled, standing up. That’s when you saw his face, and you stepped back in shock.

“Well, I’d say so, you’re Iron Man!” you exclaimed, only to be met by him shushing you.

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First Meeting - Jaewon/One Fluff

Originally posted by fy-jay-dok2

I’ll be honest, I didn’t know who Jaewon was, but I did my research and he actually seems pretty sweet. I downloaded one of his songs too, because I searched him on Youtube. I think it was with Beenzino? I like Beenzino, and now have another rapper to like, so thank you anon x

Word count: 1320

Genre: Fluff

Finally, you could go home after that long and stressful day. Your boss had you running here and there far more than usual. Your boss was also in one of their weird moods, so you had to refill them with coffee every hour or so just to make sure they were still alive. You just couldn’t wait to sit down, even if it was on a train, and maybe have a nap.

When you got on the train, though, you realised that it wasn’t going to be that way at all. It was absolutely packed full of people, and as you scanned up and down the carriage you knew that you wouldn’t be sitting down. Moving to the nearest loop which hung from the trains ceiling, you grabbed on before the train began to move.

Way to ruin your day just that little further. On the worst days, there were never seats on the train. It was just the rule, or that’s how it appeared.

You pulled out your phone to see a text from your boss.

‘You’ve got to come in early tomorrow. I don’t want you a second late after eight AM. Bring coffee.’

“Aish.” You snarled, locking your phone and shoving it into your bag.

“Are you alright?” Was heard from above you, causing you to turn. This is when you first met eyes with him: Jung Jaewon.

Of course, you didn’t know at that second who he was or eventually how much he would mean to you, but what you did know was that he was gorgeous. His dark hair hung down naturally, his jumper baggy on his arms. And, oh, how you feel for those eyes the second you clashed with them. Warm eyes that seemed so inviting.

“Is there something on my face?” He chuckled (a laugh more beautiful than you’d ever heard before), wiping around his soft lips.

Your eyes widened, realising that you’d been staring, “Ah, no. Sorry, I’m just tired.”


“Yeah. My boss is a little… bossy.”

Again, he laughed lightly, “The clues in the name I guess.”

“I guess I was stupid enough to work for somebody like that anyway.” You huffed, looking around the carriage.

“I’m Jaewon.” He said, causing you to turn and look at him shooting you a smile which suddenly made your day ten times better.

“I’m Y/N.” You replied, mirroring the smile he gave you, “So, Jaewon, do you make conversation with everyone on public transport?”

“Only the pretty ones, Y/N.” He answered, a smirk growing on his face.

You felt your cheeks heat up as you looked down on at your shoes, worn from all the strutting about at work. This is when the lights began to flicker on the train, causing everyone to gasp.

“Ah, what’s going on with them?” Jaewon muttered lightly. As these words floated out of him, you couldn’t help but keep your eyes fixed to his lips. You studied the way they moved, wrapped around each vowel. Your eyes then travelled up to study his whole face, and you believed at that second that you’d never see anybody so beautiful.

You felt your hand begin to loosen up on the loop as you began to truly admire Jaewon. His hair, his eyes, his nose, his cheekbones. Those lips. But as soon as you felt yourself relaxing, the train jolted and came to an abrupt stop.

Screams could be heard from around you as people’s bags fell over, or they bumped into the person next to them. Nobody fell over. Nobody, that was, but you and Jaewon. When the light’s turned on, it revealed the mess that was surrounding you all. Along with some people’s groceries, Jaewon and you were on the floor, you lying on top of him. You were so wrapped up in looking at his face that when the train stopped, you fell straight into him and took him down to the floor with you.

You pushed up, looking down at him, “Ah, I’m sorry.”

Again, that smirk grew on his face as Jaewon pushed himself up then offered his hand out to you, in a mess on the floor. You graciously accepted his hand (which was surprisingly soft) and brushed yourself down.

‘We seem to be experiencing some technical difficulties. I’m afraid that you will all have to get off now. Don’t worry, though, because-’ The announcer carried on speaking, but as Jaewon leaned in close to you ear, you could hear nothing but what he was about to say.

“You must have been staring again, right Y/N?” He chuckled, before slinging an arm over your shoulder and walking off the train with you as soon as the doors opened, “Aigoo, looks like we’re stuck in,” Jaewon looked up at the sign, “Ilsang station.”

“This was my stop anyway.” You replied, the two of you walking to the exit.

“Oh, really? My stop didn’t arrive yet.” He said as you both left. Quickly, he rushed in front of you and placed a hand on each of your shoulders, forcing you to stop walking, “Perhaps it was fate that the train stopped here.”

“U-Uh, I’m not sure.” You answered, your eyes wide. As quickly as the hands landed on your shoulders, though, Jaewon dropped them down and the two of you continued walking.

“Do you live far from here?” He asked, looking up at the darkening sky.

You pointed towards an alley way, “If I walk down there, ten minutes away,” You then pointed towards a main road, “If I walk that way, thirty.”

“Well, let me walk you back. It’s getting late, it would only be right of me to do it.” He said.

“Ah, you don’t have to do that. I’ve walked home at this time on many occasions before.”

“Let’s call it compensations for you using me as your cushion back there when the train stopped.”

You turned to look at Jaewon, your brows furrowed, “Really? I didn’t mean to!”

He turned to you, a grin on his face. The grin slowly faded though, and became a more honest smile, the look in his eyes changing, “Just let me walk you home. I want to make sure you’re safe.”

After a few moments of thought, you nodded, agreeing to his suggestion. The two of you chattered on the way back about work. Jaewon revealed to you that he was a trainee rapper, with a dream of doing what he loved as a living every day. You must admit, this man you’d just met on the train became more and more beautiful, more and more perfect by the second.

Finally, you made it back to yours and Jaewon’s hands slipped into his pockets.

“Well, I’m glad I came to see you off. I’ll sleep easy tonight.” He said, the same genuine smile on his face, “Good night.” He nodded, turning to walk down the street.

“Jaewon, wait.” You called, making him stop and turn back to you, “Do you like tea?”

He chuckled, jogging back up to see you. The two of you stood on your doorstep, just looking at each other, deep into each other’s eyes. This is when his arm wrapped around your shoulder again, turning you so the both of you walked into your house.

“I knew you wouldn’t want me to go. I saw it in your eyes.”

You made Jaewon and you tea, and soon enough you were sitting on the sofa together and laughing like you had known each other for years. Maybe it was fate that the train stopped, or that there were no spare seats. How else would you have met the man of your dreams? That night, you slept well, with Jaewon’s arms around you as the two of you fell asleep on your couch, exhausted from getting to know each other. Never would you forget your first meeting with Jung Jaewon.


Request: A lot of you suggested me to write this one. Based on this imagine x

Pairing: X-Men x Reader (Non-Romantic).

Warnings: Slight violence (what comes with action) and language

Fandom: X-Men, Marvel.

Note: This is a parallel world where the X-Men stayed together after the First Class events. Also this is super long, I just wanted to do my best.

Originally posted by mrcalebljones

(Where’s my poor Beast?😢).

The day was gorgeous, a flawless blue sky was illuminated by a bright sun, on normal terms you could say that it was going to be a perfect time to go for a walk or something but right now what was happening was far from good.

Everyone had probably abandoned the city by that time, but you were still there. Smoke from explosions and gunshots filled the air; the government tried to stop the robots some unknown suspect had liberated however they were too much to handle for simple humans, so the only solution was to rely on mutants.

You were a mutant, yes, though keeping it secret was the best for now since what occurred in Cuba a few years ago. Despite this, there were lots of mutants who didn’t want to hide, the X-Men being one of those cases. This group even helped the humans to combat threats that were too big for them, in fact, they were helping right now.

¿What were you doing in the middle of such battle? You were trying to escape from the area you were at the time it all started, but a big blast destroyed a building leaving debris on the way, making impossible go out through the safest road. Well, the only left option was the main street where the fight took place. Your plan was simple: avoid obstacles, protect yourself and get out of there quick safe and sound. Nevertheless, your inner hero told you it was time to help when a horde of those killing machines surrounded the group of mutants.

“Shit!” You heard a blonde guy shouting; you weren’t far from their position after all.

“Charles! What the hell are we going to do now?” A blue woman yelled at one man in a wheelchair. ¿What was he doing there? Right now that didn’t matter.

You couldn’t lose more time; you ran to the middle of the warzone and placed your hands on the floor, the X-Men didn’t seem to notice your presence. Your eyes glowed bright green and the energy of plants flood through your veins, taking a deep breath you raised your hands to the sky freeing all the power you could. Big tree trunks broke the pavement and grew as long as you pleased intertwining each other to form a protective barrier, just before the robots could get to the heroes.

“What the fuck is this?” Erik exclaimed after a brief moment of shock. “It looks like we’re not alone my friend” Charles answered calmly, the team never understood how he could be serene in these situations. The telepath laid two fingers on his right temple to locate their new ally.

“Hello, my name is Charles Xavier” You listened to a voice in your head, that certainly wasn’t yours.

“Well, hello mister Xavier. Sorry for being disrespectful but it’s hard to keep a trees barrier if I’m not fully concentrating” And it was true, every second you spent having this little mental chat with him your head would suffer waves of pain. Also, the stupid machines were firing their guns to the plants, so you had to replace the damaged ones and try to maintain them strong.

“Sorry, I just wanted to ask you, ¿for how long you can you stay with this wall up?” You groaned lightly as one blast destroyed another tree.

“Just a couple minutes more, you better act quick” The pain was unbearable, so you dropped the conversation hoping they did something soon.

Charles looked at the team and let out a sigh. “Out there is a fellow mutant trying to help, this protection won’t last long. We must elaborate a plan”.

After a few minutes, they were all set with an almost perfect combat tactic: take down as many enemies as you can and don’t get yourself killed. “My friend, you can let go” You heard the same voice who had talked to you early, and that’s what you did. All the plants went back to the earth, and their energy came back to your body.

“Now!” Someone screamed. They attacked with all they had and even you helped; tying villains with vines, growing trees to stab your opponents with branches until there was no more danger.

You breathed deeply to recover some air. It was as if you had run a marathon but you never felt so good for being tired. Ready to leave you started to walk away but somebody tapped your shoulder softly. When you turned, you found a ginger haired boy smiling at you.

“Hey Green, there’s someone who wants to talk to you.” A little giggled escaped your lips from his nickname. He took your hand and led you to that “someone”. The man in the wheelchair who you recognized as Charles Xavier greeted you with a smile.

“I never had the pleasure to know your name” The telepath commented, and the others looked at you expectantly.

“My name is Y/N Y/L/N.” You replied, cheeks a little red from the sudden attention. “Well Y/N, we are all grateful that you helped us today… And also, we wanted to ask you if you would like to be part of our team” He proposed, looking at his teammates who nodded in approval.

“I…I don’t know” You muttered, ¿did they desired you to be on the team?

“Oh c'mon Y/N, your mutation is amazing! You could help us a lot” The blue woman stated. “Yes Y/N, please” Begged a blue and furry guy.

“O-Okay” You agreed. Maybe it would be good, maybe you belonged with them.

“Cool! What about a nickname for our new friend?” A blonde guy spoke with a little smirk on his face.

“¡I got one!” The girl who later you learned was Raven chirped, “¡Green Fury!”.

“Welcome to the X-Men, Green Fury” Charles announced and the only thing you could do was smile.

Hey guys, thank you so much for reading❤ It took me a lot of effort to complete this but I did it! You can request something if you want, my askbox is open. Also don’t hesitate to tell me about any mistakes you find.

This is dedicated to:


request: an imagine where he helps you babysit your four cousins
a/n: i used completely random names so i mean ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“So, why were you super vague when I called earlier?” Shawn asked, buclking his seatbelt after you picked him up from his house. 

You glanced at him, smirking. “Well, you know how my parents are going on that weekend trip with my aunt and uncle?” You turned onto the main road and drove past the turn for your house. “Well, they forgot to mention to me that my aunt didn’t call the babysitter until this morning, and apperantly they have plans.” You looked at your boyfriend. “I assume you know where this is going?”

“We have to babysit four children?” He asked, snorting.

“You betcha!” You pulled into your aunt’s driveway, smiling as you saw your parents rushing to their car. “Let’s go!”

You two got out of the car and walked up the path to the front door. “Hey!” You smiled, walking into the house.

“Thank God you said you’d babysit!” Your aunt praised, kissing you on the cheek. She was holding her youngest, a boy named Tyler, who was 4 months. He happily sat on your hip, and your aunt and uncle raced after your parents so they weren’t late to the plans they had. 

Walking inside, you passed the baby to Shawn, and tip-toed down the hall to your other cousins’ rooms. The oldest, McKenna, was 14, and she was probably going to stay in her room for the entire day. You poked your head into her room, and saw her sitting on her bed, texting. “Hey, your parents left.” You said, and she just hummed in response. 

Closing her door, you moved to the other two. They were twins, both boys. Opening their door, you saw them making a mess with Legos on their floor. “Hello, boys.” You smiled, walking into the room. 

Christian and Connor, identical twins. They absolutely adored you, and they both cheered when they realized who you were. “Did you bring your boyfriend?” Connor asked, with a sour tone. He wasn’t a fan of someone taking your attention away from them. The boys were 5, and you often visited them after school, so they were like younger brothers. 

“Yes, be nice to him.” You giggled, leading them into the living room, where Shawn was playing with the baby.

Two hours later, the baby was taking a nap, McKenna still hadn’t come out of her room, and Shawn was building something with the twins. You grabbed an apple and made your way to McKenna’s room. Walking inside, you sat acoss from her on the bed. “Come hang out with Shawn and I. I think your brothers want him to play aa game and they want you to play, too.”

“Ugh, fine.” She locked her phone and followed you into the living room. Shwan looked up at her, and smiled. 

You sat on the couch behind Shawn, and he leaned back, so he was leaning againt your calves. “What game are you guys playing?” You asked, beginning to play with Shawn’s hair. 

“Mopoly!” Christian said, he still couldn’t properly say Monopoly, but you got the gist. 

“Ooh, fun!” You snickered, and McKenna picked a playing piece.

You watched them play for a bit, until you heard the garage door open. “Your parents are home!” You stood up, and Shawn followed, intertwining your hands together.

You greeted your parents, aunt and uncle at the door, and left not too long after summarizing what you all did while they were gone. “That was fun, pick me up before you babysit them again.” Shawn pecked your lips before getting out of the car. “Love you.”

“Love you, too, babe. See you.” You backed out of Shawn’s driveway and headed home.

send a request in here :D i’ll probably post some more on Thurday and then on Friday for sure :) 

We Don’t Talk Anymore (L.H.)

A/N: the lyrics in this song are so amazing and I love the angst of the video

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I overdosed. Should’ve known your love was a game. Now I can’t get you out of my brain. Ooo, it’s such a shame.

I couldn’t even count all of the times that I’ve reread all of our messages, looked at all of our pictures, watched all the small little videos we had together. It’s saddening to think about how we went from talking to each other every single moment of the day, to practically becoming strangers with no communication between us.
I sighed as I reached the bottom of our text messages. The last message being something that he had sent to me.

It’s better this way.

I couldn’t even be mad about what it said either because it was true.
As much as I loved him and missed him, I knew that we were better off without each other. He was toxic and every fiber in my being had sent warning signs, flashing it as a precaution as to not get so close to him, but did I listen? Obviously not if I’m sulking about it.

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thinking about my otps in the shower and i noticed a trend:

  1. one of them is usually dead
  2. probably because they were killed by the other
  3. and the other one is forever depressed after that
  4. dysfunctional relationship to the maxxxx
  5. daddy issues
  6. dead mothers
  7. probably involves some kind of dystopian/humanity issues
  8. or moral dilemmas 
  9. or both
  10. im fucked (up)

anonymous asked:

They should come visit Florida! It's horribly hot this time of year- but the beaches are nice. Very few super villains, too!


DP: I have no idea how you thought that three grown men in spandex pilled on a small scooter is discrete, but yeah, there is a work part in this vacation.

Don’t be afraid. Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 931

Y/N- your name

B/N- boy name

Hours had gone by and a lot of tears and pushing occurred in the delivery room. You still had a few more pushes to go before your little one would be here.  You had a few moments to catch your breath and you looked to your right as your husband stroked a few stray hairs from your face. His metal hand was in a tight fist at his side. He was so nervous about this. You knew that he hated to not have control over something that you were involved in, and he had no control over in you delivering your guy’s first child right now.

“Bucky? You alright?”

“I’m not the one you need to be worrying about, Y/N. Are you-“ He cut short at the sight of you scrunching your face as another contraction hit you hard and you began to cry out.

“Alright, Y/N,” your doctor coaxed you, “Just a few more good pushes and we should be there. Go ahead and push!” You did as instructed and dug your nails into Bucky’s hand as you pushed for a few more minutes. “You’re doing great, Y/N! Keep going. Almost there…” There came a sudden release and you finally relaxed your grip on Bucky. His hand returned to your cheek and calmed you by stroking your skin again.

“You did it, darling!” Bucky leaned over and lightly pressed his lips to yours as you felt all of the tension in your body relax. “I’m so proud of you, baby.” The sound of crying rang out in the room and the two of you look over to see the doctor holding a chubby cheeked infant.

“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Barnes. You have a baby boy!” They cut the baby’s cord and got him all cleaned up before they laid him in your arms. You spoke softly to him as you watched his small icy blue eyes dance around, taking in the world. Bucky remained pretty quiet, his own icy blue eyes did the opposite and stayed focused on you and the small infant. The doctor’s checked everything over and had left the room before Bucky finally spoke.

“He’s so small.” He scooted forward just a little more to see the face of his son better.

“He’ll get bigger, Buck. Seven pounds is pretty average, sweetheart.” He smiled a little and nodded in agreement. “Hold your arms out, Buck.” He started to raise his arms to take the baby, but quickly retreated and his eyes grew wide at the sight of his metal arm so close to his son.

“I can’t,” he shook his head slightly, “I can’t take him. I don’t want to hurt him.”

“Bucky, you won’t hurt him. Let me put him in your other arm then. Don’t be afraid, sweetheart.” He held out his natural arm and you placed the baby right in the crook, him settling into the wrapped space of his father’s arm. He fussed a little and Bucky went rigid. “Just relax. He’s just getting used to you.” You saw his shoulders drop little by little as he settled. His eyes were locked onto the little face.

“Hey buddy,” a tear fell over the edge of his eye and he smiled, “Hey B/N. We’re alright aren’t we?” His metal hand came up slowly and rested underneath the baby, allowing himself to support the tiny weight.  “We’re gonna be okay, aren’t we?”

“I’d say so.” You smiled and rested your hand on the back of his neck, messaging the stress away. “We are going to be just fine.”


“You ready, Buck?”

“Yeah, I’m coming.” Bucky trotted down the gravel driveway of your new house and made his way to your car. “Can’t be late to pick up our son on his first day of Kindergarten can we?” He gave a quick wink while you started the engine and headed out to the main road.  “So, how does this work?”

“Well, we go into the school and wait for him by his classroom and when school is over, he’ll come out into the hallway and then we’ll bring him home.”

“Sounds good.” The school was not far from your home, so the next thing you know, you are pulling into the school parking lot. Other parents were heading into the entrance and you and Bucky followed suit. You saw other parents stop and wait at other doors on your way to B/N’s class. You had about five minutes until class was out, so you and he made small talk with another couple whose daughter was in the same class, and then the door finally opened. Small heads and backpacks came running through the hall and finally a head of curly black hair came walking through the door.

“Mom!” Your son came running up to you and grabbed you around your leg.

“Hey, B/N! Look who else is here.” You son’s eyes grew even wider at the sight of Bucky.

“Dad’s here!” he squealed and practically leapt into Bucky’s arms, both of them. Bucky didn’t flinch at the thought of his metal arm ruffling his son’s hair or giving him a high five when his son told him all about going on the big swing, already a daredevil like his dad.

“You ready to head home, buddy?” Buck set him back on his feet and B/N reached up and wrapped his hand around Bucky’s metal fingers and you just laughed at the memory of Bucky being so afraid to hurt this little boy, and followed your husband and son back outside to your car.

ryleigh-and-cats  asked:

Hmmm... So I have this idea the Nursey has never been on a traditional date (dinner and a movie). Dex is like "well I could help you with that. We could go the local drive in theater. You know just bros helping bros out. (And totally not my lame attempt to woo you. God, please don't see how much of nerd I am) ." Basically a fake dating/boyfriend, mutual pining, and miscommunication tropes galore.

(((Sooo…. This ended up being more of a FIC-let than a drabble. I hope that’s okay. I’m also going to post it to AO3 and maybe continue it there to be a oneshot. We’ll see. Thanks again for the prompt @ryleigh-and-crazy. I hope you enjoy it, and I hope to get prompts from you again!))


On the floor, leaning against the green couch, Nursey swipes right on a cute blonde he’s seen around campus and within seconds, the screen lights up. ‘It’s a Match!’ Tinder declares and Nursey hums, opening up a new message. He’s unaware of his surroundings. The World Cup is on, but it’s a game he’s not particularly interested in. So he found himself on the dating app. It wasn’t that he was lonely, per say. But… He /was/ lonely.

“So. Where are you taking her?”

“What?” Nursey asks, snapping out of it for a moment, unaware he’s being watched.

“The girl. You’re taking her on a date right?” Dex asks after taking a swig of his beer. He’s sitting over Nursey on the green couch, glancing at his screen, his cheeks pink. He sounds bored, and a little drunk, a glazed over look on his face.

“Uh… I guess. I was just thinking of inviting her to the kegster.”

There was a dangerous silence.

“You’re inviting a girl you want to DATE to a kegster?”

“Yeah I thought it would be ch-”

“Derek Malik Nurse if you say chill, I swear to all that is holy…”

“Okay, so not a Kegster. What do you suggest, almighty Dex, Love Guru?”

There’s a pause, and for a minute, Derek worries he’s hit a soft spot. But then comes the eloquent answer.

“Dinner and a movie. Duh.”

Nursey makes a face, looking up at Dex in confusion.

“You’re kidding. You’ve never heard the phrase ‘Dinner and a movie’?”

“I just… It seems old fashioned.”

“It is the perfect date, and I will prove it.”


“Tomorrow night. What are you doing?”

“I mean I didn’t have any plan–”

“Tomorrow night, then. Dinner. Movie.”

And with that, the fate of the next night was sealed. Dex stood on wobbly feet and more or less marched to the door. “ ‘M going back to the dorm.” he murmured. Nursey watched him go and looked down at his phone, the ‘It’s a Match!’ screen still present. He put it down and looked up at the screen, smiling to himself. He had a date.

The next day, Nursey woke up late, almost completely forgetting the conversation he and Dex had the night before. He jumped out of bed, threw on the nearest articles of clothing, grabbed his bag, and ran to class. The day went by slowly after that, and Nursey had plenty of time to think. Maybe last night had been a joke. Dex had been rather drunk… That reminded him, he should have sent him a text making sure he got back safely. Oh well. He was sure the other would be fine.

By the end of the day, Nursey was almost completely convinced that the ‘date’ wouldn’t be happening. Dex had been drunk, and he’d been chirping him. As simple as that. This thought stayed constant while Nursey walked to the Haus. He was just planning in hanging out there, since he obviously had no plans. Which… made it all the more surprising to see Dex waiting for him, standing next to his rusted old pick-up truck, dressed rather nicely.

“You’re late.”


“And you’re under-dressed. I sure hope you don’t treat that poor blonde this way.”

Nursey flushed and scratched the back of his head, “I missed my alarm.” He admitted. “I can go change…”

Dex smirked, thinking about it. Did he really want to watch poor Nursey jog back to campus? Mmm…. On any other day, yes. But, he had reservations after all.

“No. You can borrow one of Jack’s shirts. At least you had the decency to wear your nice jeans.” Dex chirped.

Nursey shook his head and hustled into the Haus, returning moments later with a plaid shirt on that was honestly too big for him, but it was nicer than the threadbare tshirt he had been wearing. He even put some water in his hair and tried to tame his curls. He met Dex out front by his truck and was shocked to see that Dex opened the door for him to get in.

Dex strolled over to his side of the car, humming to himself as he did so. Nursey buckled himself up and watched how calm and collected Dex seemed to be. Shit. He was suave as hell. Opening the door for him. He was going to get grade ‘A’ wined and dined, wasn’t he? Dex slipped into his seat, buckling up, and put the car into drive.

“You should plug in your phone.”


“Plug in your phone. All I have is Boston’s finest channels and oldies.”

“You’re serious? You hate my music. You call it, and I quote, ‘new age bullshit.’ “ Nursey stated, incredulous.

Dex chuckled, driving through campus to the main road. “Yeah, well, it’s a date. You have to put up with what your date likes. That’s kind of the point of a relationship.”

“Whatever you say…” Nursey mumbled, plugging in his phone and selecting his Dex approved mix. A.K.A the songs that Dex hadn’t openly criticized when they hung out, or the ones he actually tapped his toe to. Dex’s grip on the steeringwheel loosened. Nursey smiled, relaxing a bit and sinking into his seat.

“So, where are you taking me?”

“There’s a cool place on the edge of town… A restaurant. And there’s a drive in theatre near it.”

“A drive in? I thought those were practically extinct!”


Nursey shook his head and chuckled. “Alright, Dex. I’m just along for the ride, learning from the /master/.”

“Hey, no chirping on a date.”

“If that’s true, I’ll walk back to campus.”

Soon, Dex pulled up to a quaint little diner, it wasn’t extraordinarily fancy, but it was quirky and memorable. The kind of thing Nursey went gaga for. Damn, Dex had planned this out well. They walked into the diner and were greeted by a cheery waitress who sat them down and took their orders. The diner was homey and comfortable. It was perfect, and honestly, Nursey was dumbstruck. How had Dex been able to come up with a date this brilliant? It really baffled him, and he couldn’t find it in himself to complain, because he was having a fabulous time.

Dex was confident, funny, and suave in a way Nursey supposed he’d always been, it was just in a new light. He wondered how Dex didn’t have a girlfriend yet. The boy was perfect. The kind you would take home to your mother. His mother would love Dex, actually.

“You’re being quiet.” Dex noticed. “Are you falling for me?” he chirped, chuckling heartily.

“You wish. This is good, but we’ve still got a movie to watch. And besides, I don’t put out on the first date.” Nursey teased, batting his eyelashes innocently.

“Good to know.” Dex replied, not sounding convinced.

Nursey threw a napkin at Dex, flushing lightly.

Dex looked at his watch and hummed. “Movie starts in 15. We should head over.” He said, standing and taking out his wallet.

“William Poindexter, you are not going to pay for my dinner on a fake date.”

“Oh, I most certainly am.”

There was no point in arguing. Dex practically sprinted to the front of the store and had his wallet out before Nursey got to his feet. He shook his head and followed behind him as they walked to the truck.

“I’m paying for the movie.”

“You’re not, actually.”

“Come /on/, Dex. You have to let me at least go Dutch.”

“You’re not paying, because it’s free.”


“Yeah, man. It’s a community run drive in. We get in for free with our Samwell IDs.” Dex laughed, pulling into the parking lot and settling on a spot with a good view. An attendant showed up moments later with portable speakers that you used to listen to the movie with.

“This is so cool.” Nursey felt himself say without thinking.

“Yeah?” Dex asked, preening, with a broad smile.

“Yeah.” Nursey admitted shyly.

“I figured you’d like it.”

“I do. A lot. This… This is a really good date.”

“I know.”

“You know?”

“Yeah. I planned it specifically for you. I would hope it was good.”

“You realize this is the best date I’ve ever been on, right?”



It was quiet, the speakers yet to be turned on. The only sound came from the idling engine and their breathing. Nursey swallowed and exhaled slowly.

“Specifically for me. So… This…”

“This is a date. A real one. At least for me.”



Nursey nodded silently and cleared his throat.

“I thought you were kidding, originally. Or just drunk.”

“Ever heard of liquid courage?

Nursey let out a chuckle at that, followed by Dex, who was focused on Nursey, his gaze intent. Dex let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding in. His lips felt dry and his heart was beating quickly. Had he done something wrong? Nursey was quiet. Too quiet. This was too much, too soon. He shouldn’t have gone to such lengths on the first date. Fuck, he was in trouble. His mind whirred with ways this had gone wrong, and the doubts in his head were so loud, he almost didn’t hear Nursey speak.

“So, it looks like I’m going to have to break my promise.”

“What? To the blonde girl?”

“Well, I’m deleting Tinder, if that’s what you mean. But, no. I lied, earlier tonight.”

“About… what?”

“I am totally putting out on this date.”

pizzalovin-mae  asked:

((trying again.)) Early one morning, Mae left her home, yawning. The usual breakfast just wasn't going to cut it. She wanted some donuts. Luckily there was a donut place nearby, so she decided to try it out. Entering the store, she saw a rabbit girl behind the counter and with a smile, she approached her.

Before Judy Hopps enrolled in Police School, before she became the one to change up Zootopia, she had a much more simple life. She had to work hard to earn the money to get into the Police Academy. While on one path, she worked elsewhere, this is an alternate Miss Hopps. One who elected to earn her keep in her local town working at a small donuts place that was known county wide for good donuts and pastries. On the main road, it often got many partakers as well as people who traveled to get some.

What lay ahead for this Miss Hopps is unknown. It was, after all, her first day working there. Eager to stay earning her keep to hopefully one day enter the academy, the 19 year old Miss Hopps was setting out some donuts under the display cases of the counter.

“Hello there Miss!” She greeted warmly. “How may I help you today?” The wide-rumped rabbit inquired as she peered over the counter towards the cat.


Khagir Dharreus ‘the reaper’ Awé rules Vonavet for his brother and as a reward for his efforts in the Darkplace war and the Arcan Wars. Vonavet is the second Tiefling city to be founded on the surface of Rúmerion with the intent to be a home to setup a larger Tiefling military force. Vonavet is carved from a granite plateau on the seafront and the Arcanopolis can be seen from the palace or city walls on a clear morning. On these morning Dharreus climbs to the top of the palace to stare at the ruined city in a meditative contemplation. 

In the centre of the city is the Prince’s palace known as the Akai-tsuno or in common the Red Horns, due to the red granite stone and two large triangular based towers on either end of the palace . The Palace sits in the centre of a large semi circle plaza facing the sea and all of the city’s main roads lead back to the plaza and the palace. 

It is well known among the Tiefling, and even the Drow or those who know the stories, that Khagir Dharreus’ favourite weapon is his Kama known as ‘unholy blight’. The Khagir has chosen to incorporate his beloved weapon into the sigil of the city itself which is white flying on a field of red. 

Like his brother and many rich Tiefling Lords, Khagir Dharreus also has his own harem too. However rather than simply focusing on reproducing more Tieflings to become warriors or to increase the population Khagir Dharreus is only hiring specific women with unique qualities to be part of his hareem. Though it is unknown to his brother the Khagan, Khagir Dharreus believes that the Tiefling people need to embrace their darker hellish side, this will give them an edge in the fight against the Drow and finally wipe them off the face of Rúmerion. He keeps and trains these unique Tieflings in the secret catacombs built under the city. The Tiefling Ladies who live in the Khagir’s Hareem are the most well paid of any Hareem in the Horn Empire. Though many are warriors by trade, most have taken this money and reinvested it setting up trade business and have invested heavily in the southern part of the city, expanding Vonavet’s dock yard. By doing this these entrepreneurial Tieflings have allowed the Horn Empire to expand its trading influence and has only brought further prosperity to the city and to the Tiefling people. 

Calvin X Reader - Crazy Ex Boyfriend

A/N This imagine is a bit more “real” so if you are easily triggered or whatever, please don’t read. Very dramatic and shit so TW I guess. I was just itching to write something with some substance. Enjoy though. 

You held your purse close to your body, and your keys firmly between your fingers, as you made your way to the car parked in the back of the lot, Calvin still in the store checking out. It was the middle of November and the power was out on your side of town due to storms, leaving you without an open grocery store within 10 miles. 

As much as you didn’t want to drive across town for bread, Calvin’s had decided eating the last of it while you were at work was a great idea. Now 11pm, in one of the worst areas in your city, you were just itching to get back to the comfort of your dark home.

Keys in the car door you started to pull it open when something stop it. You looked up to see a hand on the door frame, holding it back.

“Hey, [Y/N]” slurred an eerily familiar voice, “Long time no see.”

Your eyes slowly drifted up till they met with cold blue ones you new too well, the smell of fresh alcohol filling your nose. The sight sent shivers down your spine

Without hesitation you pulled out your phone, never taking your eyes off the man in front of you, and quickly dialed Calvin as quick as you could, backing up from your car. 

The man smirked and closed the door, stumbling towards you, “Hey, babe, hey. Calm down it’s just me.” he weakly calmed.

The phone rang and you prayed that the brown haired boy just inside the store would pick up in your time of need.

Angered by your lack of communication the mans expression shifted.

“Put the phone down, [Y/N]. I just want to catch up,” he urged, quickening his strides towards you.

He was now within reaching distance and you knew you needed to get out. You turned on your heels and dashed back towards the store, keeping sure to hold your phone to your ear as it rang. Quickly not slowing your pace you turned around to see the man behind you, slowly but surely catching up. Waves of fear ripped through your body and you pushed yourself harder to get as far away as possible.

Suddenly you heard a voice on the other line, and you heart jumped for joy.

“Hey, I’m almost out. Just got to pay, what’s up?” Calvin asked calmly.

“Calvin, Calvin! Please hurry,” you pleaded into the phone, struggling for breath, “Seth is fucking out here and he’s following me!”

The door to the store was so close but so far as this point and you just prayed you could make it. 

Those prayers were crushed instantly as you felt a hand grab onto your wrist and yank you back till you were hidden between lines of cars.

“Calvin!” you yelled before the phone was ripped from your hand, and you were pinned against one of the random cars.

You whined as your shoulders hit metal, and tears threatened to spill from your eyes. 

“Please Seth. Don’t hurt me.” you begged shielding yourself as best you could.

He got close to your face and smiled the smell of alcohol fuming off of him, “Why would I hurt a pretty girl like you?” he asked with a toothy grin. 

Flash backs of when you and Seth were together plagued your mind, memories of your first kiss, to your first beating resurfacing. 

“That’s never stopped you before,” you choked, refraining from looking him in the eye, fearing the worst

This obviously hit a cord somewhere in the man and he growled lowly pushing down harder on your shoulders, “I fucking loved you and you left me for that fucking shit head!”

Though fear consumed your body you felt hatred flow through you at his remark.

“You fucking hit me!” you screamed pushing against his hands but not getting very far, “Yeah, you’re right! You did fucking love me, and then you hit me!” 

Tears did spill this time and you could feel them trailing down your cheeks and onto your shirt.

Seth’s brow lowered in a scowl and you instantly regretted your out burst, fearing the consequences.

The large man rolled his hand into a tight fist and held it to your jaw, moving closer to your face.

“I’ll do it again if you dont shut your fucking mouth, skank,” he hissed through his teeth.

The tears kept falling as you turned your head away from him, eyes shut tight.

“Just get away! What do you even want?” you finally asked through choppy breaths.

“I fucking need you, [Y/N]. And we both know, no one will ever love you as much as I do.” he spat into your ear.

You were about to bite back when you heard someone yelling your name in the disatnce.

“Calvin.” you whispered to yourself.

“[Y/N]!” you heard him call closer this time.

You began to fill with joy realizing you weren’t doomed. 

“Calvin!” you repeated, yelling this time before Seth shoved his hand over your mouth.

You pulled at the mans hands but to no avail, and hoped Calvin had heard you. A few seconds passed before he called your name again, this time clear as day. You tried to scream past the mans hand but just a squeak was audible.

Suddenly you could see Calvin making his way towards the car you were behind and you began to thrash violently, desperate for his attention.

Seth took his other hand and tried to hold you back, but not before Calvin turned his head in your direction and his eyes widened. 

He ran towards the two of you, and Seth tried his best to run in the opposite direction with you still in his arms, but he didn’t get far before Calvin grabbed the back of his hoodie and yanked him backwards.

This caused Seth to loosen his grip giving you the chance to pull away and run. You ran a good few meters before turning around to see Calvin shoving the drunken man to the ground and kicking him in his stomach multiple times. 

Quickly Calvin ran towards you, and grabbed your hand leading you to the car, both of you picking up the pace as you ran.

Luckily when you got back to the car, Calvin found the keys still in the door where you had left them, and you both quickly jumped in. 

Starting the car without a second thought, Calvin pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main road, going well over 50mph in a 35. 

Once you were well away from the store Calvin spoke up, keeping his eyes on the road, “Are you okay?” he ask lowly.

You leaned your head against the window and watched the buildings go by and shrugged.

“He still has my phone.” you muttered to no one in particular, just remembering the misfortune.

Calvin smiled to himself lightly, before reaching into his pocket and tossing it into your lap

“How did you get this?” you asked unlocking it to find it all intact aside from a few scratches on the sides. 

Calvin looked over at you for a second and sighed, “He had it in his coat pocket. It fell out when I threw him down. Grabbed it before we dipped.” 

The fact that Calvin was so calm made you calm as well, your breath slow and your brain relaxing.

After a moment of silence you turned to Calvin and sat your hand on his thigh, “I’m just so glad you showed up. I didn’t know what he wanted but I wanted nothing to do with it. I’m sorry for getting in that situation and worrying you. I just-”

“Babe, don’t worry. It’s not your fault,” he assured you cutting you off, “I’m just glad you’re okay. I was so worried he was going to hurt you again, and I would have never forgave myself if he did.”

You cheeks became red as Calvin spewed his care for you, and it made your heart warm. 

“I’m okay though. It’s all okay.” you said, only half believing yourself.

You hadn’t seen Seth in over a year, and you thought he was just a part of your past. You knew after that relationship you’d never be the same but having to deal with him once again, really put a wrench in your recovery process. 

“Don’t worry. It won’t happen again. I promise.” the brown eyed boy assured you. 

“You can’t promise that. You have to keep promises, and you don’t know what could happen, Calvin. Really, you don’t have to promise that.”

Calvin shifted in his sheet and his brow lowered.

“[Y/N], I fucking promise. He will never hurt you again. I can’t let that happen. It would fuck us both up too much. Just take my word for it. I promise.” he explained in a low tone.

As much as you didn’t want to, you did take his word for it, and you couldn’t help but smile at how much Calvin cared for you. It reminded you how much better off you were now and how much happier you were now with someone who you loved and adored.

anonymous asked:

relationship headcanons for mc & jumin c: pls

  • Jumin and MC love to travel. Whether it’s personal vacations or business trips, they want to see the world with each other. Jumin shows MC his favorite restaurants and gets them into museums after closing so they can enjoy them alone, and MC likes to explore with him. They love sharing these experiences with each other, it brings them closer. But, they never try to stay away from home too long, they have to take care of Elizabeth 3rd, after all.
  • Despite getting married, some tabloids remain as fixated as ever on Jumin’s sexuality and still run rumors about Jumin being gay. MC finds them online sometimes, or Zen or Seven will take pictures of tabloid magazines at the store and send the articles to them. They think they’re hilarious, and they enjoy gently teasing Jumin about it. He gets a bit annoyed at it, but he loves that MC is able to find some humor in them. They have a cute laugh.
    • (A bonus, if applicable:
      “jumin… i have something important to tell you.”
      “what is it?”
      “i… i’m gay.”
      “of course you are. you’re my husband. we’ve been married for two years already”
      “now I know this may come as a shock–”
      “we’re celebrating our anniversary right now
      “I hope you can accept me for who I am.”
      “… are you finished?”
      and then jumin leans over to kiss mc and says “good, because now i can tell you that i’m in love with a man.”
      mc pretends to be shocked but he loves it when jumin plays along)
  • MC is very in-tune with Jumin’s emotions. They know that, if he has a bad day at work (they usually find out because he always calls them on his way home to tell them about his day), the best thing to do is leave him alone for about an hour, and when he’s ready for company they hug him very close and both stay quiet, relaxing in each other’s presence. When they finally break apart (although not for long, Jumin loves to hold them), they order up his favorite meal for dinner.
  • MC sometimes goes to the C&R office building to surprise Jumin with lunch they made. He’s always touched, and cancels any plans he had during his lunch break so he can enjoy his meal with them.
  • MC tried teaching Jumin to drive. They went out one evening to the C&R parking garage, and it went pretty went pretty well, Jumin did a great job with MC giving encouragement and advice when needed. Until they decided to head out to the main roads, and they learned Jumin does not perform well when there are so many things that can go wrong while driving. He overthinks, and as a result he almost hit at least two pedestrians, ran three red lights, and almost ran into a street vendor. They decided he would need more practice somewhere without people.
  • One of the first dates MC and Jumin went on together was to a ballet, and Jumin noticed how much MC enjoyed themselves, so he began donating money to the performing arts, like orchestras, ballet troupes, and opera companies. He wants MC to be able to enjoy them, and he knows they’re underfunded. He and MC go out to see one of these groups perform at least once a month.

Chesil Beach Wave (Portland, UK)

This wave crashed on February 5th 2014, during the relentless barrage of storms that hit the UK one after another. 

These storms were apparently caused by a shift in the pattern of the jet stream- a current of fast moving air in the upper atmosphere. The jet stream became very strong over the north Atlantic Ocean and North America, an event linked to the ‘polar vortex’ and big freezes of North America.  This strengthened Jet Stream encouraged fierce winter storms to approach the UK, breaking many existing records on file for extreme weather and causing many millions of pounds worth of damage.

To put the wave above into perspective, that bank of shingle (pebbles) is almost as tall as that pub. The little things on the green ledge are actually whole picnic tables dragged up and smashed to pieces by the wave… and the 'river’ in the second gif? Well that’s a main road.

See the original video here to see the roar as the wave breaches the bank and the beer barrels float down the road!

vincent-gris-deactivated2014121  asked:

I'm sorry if I missed it in your settings tag, but I was wondering if you had any sources for the design of fictional modern cities. I've been looking for a while now and I'm not sure if I've been using the wrong keywords for my searches or something.

  • Water & History: Your city will probably be near water or a river will probably run through it, depending on the technology available and when the city was built. Most pre-industrial cities had to be built near water unless the engineers could make something like an aqueduct that carried enough water to support a significant population. Establish the history of your city to establish where the water is. If your city was built recently, it can be farther away from water.
  • Layout: Again, the history will come into play here. A lot of cities start out as settlements without any organization and grow from there. Over time, more organized systems are introduced (mainly in the US) and there is more planning, thus making a city have a grid-like street system. Sometimes cities start out as towns that were planned to have a specific layout (like many suburbs in the US). Figure out the layout of your city and establish the main roads as well as the main or most well-known area.
  • Monuments and Landmarks: Every major city has something about it, whether it’s a building or a sculpture or a bridge, that makes it unique. Give your city something like this. 
  • Transportation: You’ll need to come up with some ways of public transportation. Trains, buses,and taxis are common. Map out the train system and give it a name that residents can call it.
  • Nicknames: A lot of cities have nicknames. These can come from songs, monuments, a historical event, etc. and places within the city may have nicknames as well. An example would be a highway or a specific area.
  • Geography: This goes back to the water point, but you also have to decide some other geographical points. Is your city landlocked or coastal? What geographical landmarks are nearby? Is it hilly or flat?
  • Climate: To figure out the climate, I would say base it off a city that is in a similar geographical location.
  • Appearance: Cities have different flairs to them. Is your city bright with lights? Foggy? Is the architecture modern and gentrified? Or historical? Is the architecture mostly art-deco? Victorian?
  • Culture: A lot of cities are multi-ethnic and multi-linguistic. Think about the demographics of your city and whether there are neighborhoods that are primarily attributed to one culture.
  • Events: The cultures found in your city go in with the events that occur, but you also have to think about other events that may be specific to that city. Think about any celebrations that may take place, any holidays recognized in the city, and any other events that are not holidays (music festivals and sports games, for example).