o how i enjoy the light

Jonathan Byers imagine:  You’re trapped  in The Upside Down with Will (part 1)

“Jonathan!! Please help us!!” Jonathan gasped and sat up straight in his bed. With wide eyes he looked around his room. That voice, it sounded exactly like his girlfriend (y/n)’s voice. He slowly got to his feet and looked around again.

“…(y/n)?” Jonathan’s voice was close to a whisper. He could have sworn that he heard your voice but very quickly became concerned when he realized how scared and desperate you sounded.

“Jonathan!!” Your voice resonated through his room with much more clarity this time and Jonathan’s chest tightened as his heart rate sped up and tears welled in his eyes.

“(y/n)!! Tell me where you  are!” Jonathan yelled, the feeling of helplessness taking over him. He didn’t care if his mom heard or if his yelling sounded frightening. He only wanted to find you. As expected, Joyce barged in looking just as frightened as her oldest son.

“Honey, honey what’s going on? What’s wrong?!” she asked almost hysterically.
Jonathan whirled around and grabbed his mother’s shoulders.

“I heard (y/n).” he said, swallowing hard. Joyce’s eyes widened as tears sprang to  her eyes.

“What if-” Joyce was cut off when a few of the Christmas lights lit up in the living room and were moving around. The two immediately ran into the living room and watched in awe as the room lit up even more. “What if she’s with Will…” Joyce whispered to herself. Jonathan slowly looked at her than back to the lights.

“(y/n), if you’re here, please please give us a sign!” said Jonathan as he tried to hold it together. All was quiet for a moment until they looked to the wall where Joye had painted the alphabet. Then, one by one, one light went off above certain letters, spelling something out just as Will had done just yesterday.

“p…r…o…t…e…c…t…i…n…g…”  Jonathan held his breath as Joyce clasped a trembling hand over her mouth as four more lights blinked.


“Oh-oh my god,” said Joyce shakily. “(y/n), are you and Will alive?” Jonathan watched the lights intensely, hoping, praying that they were okay.

“y…e…s…”  Joyce nearly fell to the ground with relief. If Jonathan wasn’t there to catch her then she would have.

“Are you safe?” Jonathan asked. He dreaded the answer that would come, because he was almost certain what it would be.

“N…O…” Jonathan nearly cried as the lights throughout the house started to blink violently, almost like they were panicked.

“What do we do? How can we help you two??” Cried Joyce, who was now completely leaning on Jonathan. Then, every light turned off all at once and all went quiet again. Jonathan looked down with tears in his eyes. (y/n) was trapped in God knows where and with Will and she has been protecting him…but from what?

(I hope all of you enjoyed this! If this gets enough good feedback then I’ll definitely be writing more parts!)

Little Freak

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Warnings: sexual mentions, stripping (sorta)

Summary: Crowley p.o.v. of dancer!reader when watching her at the club. When her song choice is a little too much for Crowley how does he react?

Author’s note: I was trying to write a sequel to Decisions….but the King won’t leave me alone! So please enjoy this oneshot as I guess this is what I needed to write. haha.

 A bell rung and the lights in the club were dimmed. The stage lit up, multicolored strobe lights aimed at the red velvet curtain. The same curtain Crowley knew Y/n would be coming from. 

   Crowley turned back towards the bartender from his bar seat and grabbed his whiskey, barely offering the lady behind the counter much more than a simple nod. The glass was cool to the touch, although he knew the drink would do nothing to ease his urges, but he could as hell try. 

   He crossed the room as slowly as he could manage with a beating heart to take his seat in front of the stage. The leather cushioned chair was seated front and center, and he couldn’t wait to see the show.  It wasn’t every night Y/n preformed.

   When the announcer said your name, Crowley sat up a little straighter, eyes locked on platform before him. The music started not long after that : Lil Freak by Usher ft. Nicki Minaj. Crowley didn’t much care for the song but he did care a lot for the way you moved when it came on.

    He watched you walk out onto the stage in the most sinful outfit yet. Tiny bits of red and black leather wrapped around your torso that lead into the smallest thong Crowley had ever seen, you were wearing black stiletto heels that could probably kill a man, and you were carrying a whip.

   Crowley watched as you gripped the pole with one hand, and look around the room teasingly. He knew the moment your eyes landed on him because you smiled wickedly just as the music picked up, your mouth moving in the most sinister, seductive way to the first line:

      Do you want me to get you something, Daddy?

  Crowley almost groaned out loud, was that a dare he could call you out on?As he watched you slide down the pole your back braced against it as you cracked the whip across the floor. Turning your hips rolling to the beat, he swore his heart would exploded as you crawled a few inches, giving the room the full view of your gorgeous ass. You flipped back up your hair like a fan around you as your ass bounced to the music.

    Crowley did groan then, as he watched you work- his outburst being swallowed by the music. Though, he could have sworn you knew because you moved a little faster and more sensual than before. 

Originally posted by vsfsgifs

       …Cause you too fine to be single, aren’t you girl?..

  You spun around the pole like it was your lover, and that’s why Crowley loved watching you. Loved the way your body moved just so to the beat, the way you felt the music, how you acted out your song of the night.  As the song carried through and got more energetic, so did your movements as you worked the pole.

        ..if you fucking with me.. really fucking with me..

  Oh, if you really wanted Crowley to ‘fuck with you’, he’d be happy to oblige. Just watching your body, he was more than ready to show you exactly why you shouldn’t be tempting him as you were. 

   When you got up, placing your hands to the inside of your thighs and rolling your body up, Crowley nearly swore a blue streak. Suddenly, it was very hot in the room for him, but that wasn’t a surprise to Crowley. In fact, the whole room was instantly watching you, drawn into your trance. 

Originally posted by thisgirlisunderconstruction

      Crowley knew you liked the attention, that you liked that you captured everyone’s eyes on your body and felt pleasure when they missed you on stage. He watched as you came through a twist and motion back to the curtain as more girls emerged to join you.

  ..Hey girl I see you like that, you jumped right on it….

    They all came over to you as you danced and pretend to spank them with the whip and grind on each other. They were a little too handsie for Crowley’s taste, but he didn’t like anyone being able to touch you. 

Originally posted by x-girl-love-x

   ….And now you’re in the corner kissing on a girl…

   The dance was sweet torture for Crowley. Watching you be so seductive towards a crowd had always been hard, but this was ridiculous. When you walked off stage, Crowley was feeling mighty uncomfortable. His pants were too tight for the hard on you’d caused, and he was hell bent on making you fix it. He was tired of hiding how much he ached for you.

   You’d been dancing around each other for ages now. Him always present for your dances, and you always dancing to tease him, but tonight you’d pushed too far. Finding his resolve, he stood heading directly towards the dancers’ area, the bouncers not giving him a second glance. He was the king after all. King’s didn’t play nice, and he was growing tired of waiting politely for you to notice him.

    If you wanted to be a little freak, Crowley would show you how. 

The Janitor and the Music Teacher

So like idk if this is good or if it just isn’t but I’m gonna post it so you guys can say if you like it or not I guess haha

Beca Mitchell put the mop back into the bucket with a sigh. She’d finished this corridor, finally, although she had taken a little longer than usual. Miss Beale was teaching a music class in the classroom closest to where she was standing, and the melody was simply uplifting, filling every crevice of the corridor as well as the classroom.

Beca loved music.

She loved the tunes, the backing, the melodies and the lyrics. Everything. She loved instruments, too. The sleek look of the violin, a shining silver flute. Her favourite, however, was the piano. The melodies the piano could play was what kept Beca going, most nights. Beca admired anyone who could press down on the ivory keys, with just the right tempo to keep up with, and make music.

Like Miss Beale.

Beca thought Miss Beale of some form of royalty amongst the other teachers. She admired how many instruments the woman could play, her bright blue eyes, even her red hair was perfect. She was perfect. The perfect teacher. She was nice to every student, whether they liked her or they hated her, and she could play almost anything she was given. She had a talent that Beca only in her wildest dreams could she wish to possess. The talent of music. Sometimes, like today, Beca stood outside her classroom and just watched. She watched and she listened and she admired. Sometimes Miss Beale caught her, too. And, of course, Miss Beale smiled sweetly, and Beca would redden and look down at her cleaning. So far she has learnt that anything that sounded happy in music was in major key and anything that sounded sad was in minor key. She has been especially proud of herself when she listened to a piece of music and could tell it was in major key, even before the students had put their hands up.

But, as per usual, Beca was fast to leave when the bell went, always afraid that Miss Beale would shout at her for watching the lesson without permission.

A few days later, and after Beca had accidentally been caught moving about slightly to the music, Miss Beale actually walked over to the door.

“Shit!” Beca exclaimed, rushing to pick up a rag to make it seem that she was actually doing her job.

Miss Beale watched her amusedly, a smirk on her face, as the shorter brunette almost knocked over her bucket of water in her haste to clean ANYTHING.

“You’re Beca, right? Beca the janitor.” Miss Beale asked her, and Beca stiffened, too scared to look up.

“Y-Yes Ma'am.”

Beca glanced upwards at the redhead, who’s grin was so wide that it made Beca slightly at ease.

“Do you wanna come in?”

Oh. Well, that made sense. Miss Beale just wanted her to clean the classroom. “Sorry, Ma'am, I’m only allowed to clean classrooms when no students are in there,”

“Not for that reason! I’m not leaving here until you come in, so…”

Beca looked down again, knowing she had been intruding and watching for far too long now. “Uh, no, Ma'am, my job…”

Miss Beale laughed, and god, her laugh was one of the nicest melodies the brunette had ever heard. “I know you don’t need to clean anything until after lunch, Beca. You’re done for the morning, right?”

Beca was not about to lie to a teacher like Miss Beale. “Yes, Ma'am.”

“So come in, you can watch at the back if you feel more comfortable.”

Beca bit her lip. “Th-Thank you, Ma'am. That’s really kind of you.”

“Of course,” Miss Beale chirped, opening the door wider and letting Beca quietly slip in.

The brunette sat down on the floor in the very back corner of the room, barely believing what was happening. She was being allowed to actually sit through a music lesson, and Miss Beale had actually spoken to her. It was almost like being in school again. But this time, everyone wasn’t laughing at her when she got the answer wrong. Beca smiled happily as she watched Miss Beale play a piece of music on the piano whilst a student accompanied her with their violin.

When the lesson was over, Beca stayed in her corner, half hoping Miss Beale would forget about her and she could slip out.

“Beca?” Miss Beale called, and Beca shot up with wide eyes.

“Y-Yes, Ma'am?”

Miss Beale chuckled. “It’s cute that you call me ma'am, but Chloe is fine.”

“Chloe.” Beca tried out, the name rolling off of her tongue with ease. “I like your name.” She smiled. Beca looked down shyly. “H-how do you spell it?”

Miss Beale gave her a slightly confused, slightly scrutinising look, but replied happily and confidently. “C-H-L-O-E.”

Beca recognised the sound of four of five letters.

“You can come closer, I don’t bite,” Chloe chuckled. “Did you enjoy the lesson?”

Beca’s eyes seemed to light up at the question, and she treaded carefully in her used converse.

“Yes, Ma-Chloe. It was…really good.” Beca replied lamely, not knowing what else to say without sounding like a total freak.

Chloe smiled brightly. “Good! Do you like music?”

“Yes. I love it.”

Chloe tilted her head and smiled even brighter. “Can you play?”

Beca looked down and her shoulders deflated slightly. “No. I don’t know how.”

“Oh…” Chloe’s smile slipped from her face and she looked sad for a second, before smiling again. “I can teach you!”

“Really?” Beca asked quietly, barely believing why she was hearing. She could feel the joy rising in her and the lump in her throats beginning to form.

“Of course!” Chloe grinned. “How about today after school?”

Chloe could see that Beca looked like she was about to cry and she stepped closer, suddenly producing a tissue and putting her hand on Beca’s back. Beca sniffled loudly and let a watery smile grace her features.

“Th-Thank you, Chloe. That means a lot to me,” the brunette bit her lip and caught Chloe’s eyes to try and show her gratitude. She sniffled again but refused the tissues Chloe was offering her.

“Tonight at 4:30?”

“She probably won’t even turn up.” Beca muttered her thought out loud, but Chloe heard it.

The redhead looked concerned, then affronted, then sad. “What makes you think that?”

“Im sorry, ma'am, it’s just…nobody else really talks to me, unless they have to.” Beca’s eyes were at her feet, looking reprimanded.

“Why’s that? And I told you to call me Chloe.”

Beca only shrugged. “I’m sorry, Chloe.”

“That’s okay,” Chloe replied easily. “So, today at 4:30.”

“Sounds good.”

“And what instrument do you wanna learn?”

All of them, Beca thought. “I like the sound of the piano.”

“Piano it is!”

Chloe found the janitor slightly odd, but intriguing. It was almost like talking to a little kid, or one of her students. Beca seemed to think she was constantly crossing the line, almost like talking to people as a whole was new to her. But Chloe was determined to show the brunette that she wasn’t going to bail on her, Beca already seemed incredibly vulnerable as it is. She looked up at the clock and saw it was 4:35, and she sighed, thinking Beca really wasn’t going to show up. She looked out to the door again and found Beca just waiting. Chloe frowned and got up, opening the door.

“You could’ve just knocked, you know,”

Beca jumped. “Sorry,” she said quickly.

“It’s fine, just next time come right in,” Chloe smiled.

They both sat down at the piano, and Chloe took in the way Beca’s eyes seemed to gloss over as she saw the keys, and her wrist twitched.

“You can touch it, Beca. Go ahead,”

Hesitantly, the small brunette pressed down on a key and grinned as it made a noise. She pressed down again on another, and another, before doing two at once. Chloe watched her, finding it amusing how Beca seemed just like a little kid trying a piano out for the first time. Soon, Beca was playing an awful combination of notes and smiling happily.

“You like the piano, huh?”

Beca looked at Chloe and nodded. “Yes. It’s my favourite instrument. I’ve never been allowed to play one before.”

Suddenly, Beca blushed and looked down at her lamp, as if she had given away too much information. Chloe gave her another scrutinising look. She wanted to find out why Beca had never been allowed to before. She wanted to find out why she seemed so timid all the time.

“Well, now’s your chance. Do you wanna start by learning the notes?”

Beca nodded. “Yes, please.”

Chloe produced a sheet of music that had a row of notes perfectly drawn on them.

“There are acronyms that we use to remember the notes. The most common ones are Every Good Boy Deserves Football, E, G, B, D, F, which are the lines in a stave. This is the stave,” Chloe pointed to the five lines on the row. “And FACE. F, A, C, E. those are the spaces in between the lines. Are you with me so far?”

Not really.

Beca nodded.

“Great! So I’m gonna tell you what each note is and I want you to write it underneath, okay?” She was given a pen. Beca’s heart sped up. This was it. Chloe was gonna find her weird now and kick her out.

“Okay, so, A,”

Beca startled. She knew a. A was in her name.  Beca wrote


In childlike writing.

Chloe furrowed her eyebrows, but didn’t say anything. 


Beca refrained the urge to smile. That was in her name as well.




This was easy, Beca thought. She knew all the letters already.


Beca stiffened, panicking. She put the pen to the paper, but couldn’t write anything down. She didn’t know how to write it or even what it looked like. She looked down and her eyebrows furrowed deeply in worry.

“Beca? The letter d,”

Chloe watched in concern as Beca’s eyes darted around. The redhead sighed internally. She thinks she knows what was going on.

Deciding to test her theory, Chloe got up and wrote the word lace on the whiteboard.

“What does this say?” She asked kindly.

Beca’s eyes widened. All of those letters were in her name, so she sounded them out how they were said in her name.

“Lllllaakeh.” She said hesitantly, and by the look on Chloe’s face, it wasn’t right.

“Lace, Beca. It says lace.”

Beca bowed her head in embarrassment, trying not to cry. Chloe sat down next to her, moving to place a hand on Beca’s back, but the brunette flinched violently, so Chloe was fast to place her hand back on her lap again.

“Beca…” Chloe said softly. “Do you know how to read?”

Beca went incredibly red, and her eyes gathered with tears. She was jittery for a short moment, before jumping up and making to leave the room.

“Beca? Please-”

“I shouldn’t have- I’m sorry, I…” she ran out before Chloe could do anything.

“Wait.” Chloe sighed, wincing as the door slammed shut.

She hadn’t meant to insult Beca. Or make her upset. Chloe wasn’t even sure what had happened. One minute they had been comfortably talking and Chloe had been showing her the keys, but the next Chloe asked something personal, TOO personal, and Beca fled. Maybe Beca really didn’t know how to read, and was extremely self-conscious of it. Chloe would have to find out tomorrow.

anonymous asked:

hello! hope to see some good writing from you :) may I have a few headcanons of any 3 overwatch characters (your pick ;3c) going out on a random midnight drive with their s/o because they both couldn't sleep? (can they drive, how far they will drive, what they'd talk about etc.)

Hi!! I hope you don’t mind but I chose my three faves: McCree, D.va and Tracer. I hope you enjoy!


  • You lay there restless in your bed, watching the light of the cars outside dance about the ceiling.
        ~ “Hey, cowboy?”
        ~ “Yeah, darl?”
        ~ “I can’t sleep…”
  • The two of you shamelessly walked outside in your pyjamas and clambered into Jesse’s pick-up truck (because he’s cliche like that).
  • He turned on the engine and the radio played softly. Nights like this made you appreciate the little things a whole lot more.You enjoyed seeing the street lights fly by on the high way.
  • A familiar tune came on the station and you smiled at Jesse. He told you how the song reminds him of you and how they don’t classics like that song anymore.
  • Every different song opened up a new topic of conversation about music, how everything nowadays sounds the same, how certain artists had changed the world of music forever and how he could never be tired of hearing you sing his favourite songs.
  • All in all, the night just seemed to make you fall in love with him all over again.


  • By the time Hana had finished her final round of gaming for the night, you were still wide awake and waiting for her to come up
  • She didn’t expect you to be awake and when she saw you, her first reaction was to ask if you were feeling okay. You nodded softly and just assured her you weren’t tired.
  • Grinning, she looked at her watch and told you she had a couple more hours before her energy crash. You took this as a hint - midnight drives were almost tradition for you two.
  • Hana didn’t have her license yet and so you offered to drive. When she asked where you were planning to go, you only smiled and assured her she’d see in a minute.
  • In the meantime, you allowed her to vent about how stressful gaming was, how bad her teams were, how the servers had poor connection and how she only wanted to keep getting better
  • By the time she was done, you had already arrived at your destination. Both of you laughed
        ~ “Midnight McDonald’s date?” 
        ~ “One of the best dates there are.”


  • Cold sweat dripped down your body… yet another nightmare. Lena was right there beside you, rubbing your arm and telling you that it was okay.
  • You didn’t know what it was recently but sleeping was becoming near impossible with the amount of nightmares you were having.
        ~ “Come on, love. I know exactly where to take you to calm down.”
  • She helped you to the car, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders and a weak smile on your face
  • The ride was short but sweet as your girlfriend let you talk about the horrors of sleeping and what it was that was keeping you up.
  • Lena walked you along this path and the two of you sat beneath a willow tree. Opposite you was a lake. You watched as the moon and the stars played idly on the surface of the water.
  • You sat there, cuddled close to her. There was nothing but the two of you at a place you tranquil that it was enough to leave you at peace. It was the calmest you’d felt in a long time.

anonymous asked:

Ouma, Nagito, Makoto, Fujisaki, Shuichi and Ki-bo playing horror games with their S/O?

Omg I love horror games although most of my friends don’t, I hope you enjoy!

Request: Ouma, Nagito, Makoto, Fujisaki, Shuuichi and Kiibo playing horror games with their S/O

Kokichi Ouma:

Five Nights At Freddy’s

- “Ouma - kun it’s just a mechanical bear…”


- “Check the door!”

- He quickly flicks the light on to find Bonnie standing in the door way

- “Nope.”

- He presses the button and closes the door

- “This is so stressful S/O - chan how do you play this for fun?”

- He flicks the camera’s back up and looks around

- “I find it fun”

- As soon as he flicks the camera down, Chica is there ready to jumpscare him

- He literally falls off his chair so you quickly catch him

- “What. The. Hell. Just. Happened.”

- “You died Ouma - kun, see you’re in the suit now” You point to the game over screen and he sighs

- “So…. Wanna play the other 4 games and an RPG version of it which is cute?”


- “Scared?”

- “Nishishi~ I’m a liar S/O - chan, I was…. Faking my reactions so you’d have fun…”

- You wrap your arms around him and give him a quick kiss on the cheek

- “Okay then, I’ll play with you this time though!”

- He sure prefers that option more

Nagito Komaeda:

Resident Evil Series

- “Komaeda - kun! Let’s play Resident Evil 6 together okay?”

- After showing him how the controls work the two of you begin

- He picks the first campaign and each time there’s something that references past games you make sure to explain it to him

- He’s not really the type to be scared of games, he knows it’s all fictional

- Except when a jumpscare happens

- He just sort of leans back a bit before trying to kill the creature

- “S/O - san, do you find this fun?”

- “Yeah! Most people say it’s stupid, oh pick up that herb, but I like this game!”

- After completing one campaign he seems somewhat bored so you quickly spring into action

- “You can play Resident Evil 7 now! It’s better in VR so…”

- You put on the goggles for him and again explain the controls to him

- He seems a lot more scared now, he even flinches at times

- “This is amazing! It’s almost like I’m the- AAH!”

-You can’t help but giggle, it’s rare for him to scream

- At one point he lifts the goggles and looks around the room

- “You know, I much rather prefer this house rather than that weird… Haunted one… But the story is good! I wonder what awaits me!”

- “Well, knowing your luck, you’ll finish the game by the end of the day

- He gives you the goggles for a bit and the two of you keep switching until eventually you reach the ending

Makoto Naegi:

The Witch’s House

- An.. RPG horror game? Well it’s not something he’d usually play but you seemed really keen to show him so… What could go wrong


- He’s screaming within like 5 minutes

- “Naegi - kun just go into the next room!”


- You have to quickly lean over and save him

- Once you’re safe he lets out a sigh of relief and you just start laughing

- “How about I turn the lights off?”

- “NO!”

- “Awh, I’m just teasing!”

- “You said you liked this game! It’s scary!”

- “Duh! I do like it, there’s 2 endings you can get so come on!”

- He screams again when a painting attacks him

- It takes a while but he finally gets one ending

- “No way! They killed her?!”

- “Go get the second ending!”

- Once he does he stares at you in shock

- “What a twist! I was not expecting that!”

- “It’s good right?”

- “Oh don’t get me wrong S/O - san, I’m still going to be sleeping with a night lamp on because of you but… Yeah!”

- You laugh and give him a hug

Chihiro Fujisaki:


- You asked him if he’s sure that he wants to play it

- “Mm… I want to try and beat it…”

- You make sure you sit next to him as he skillfully moves around the map

- The first page was quite easy to find, he was so happy!

- You kept cheering for him 

- … And then Slender man appeared

- “Hyaaa!”

- He instantly clings to your arm and hides, pressing his forehead to your arm

- “He’s creepy…”

 - “Haha, awh it’s okay Fujisaki - kun I’ll protect you!”

- He watches you play for a while, never letting go of your arm

- You offer him another go from time to time but he kindly declines telling you he prefers watching you play

- He decides that he’s not a fan of horror games and will most definitely not be playing this game again

- You make sure he’s okay seeing as he’s still clinging onto your arm

- “Hey Fujisaki - kun, how about I make us a nice cup of hot chocolate each and then we can play a game that you like?”

- He nods and quickly closes the game, he doesn’t want to delete it because you like it and that would just be mean!

- The two of you then play one of his games and he tells you all about it even going as far as saying how some things were programmed into it

Shuuichi Saihara:


- Horror games? He hasn’t really played games but if you want to then he can try

- You tell him that in this game you’re a journalist investigating a psychiatric hospital and that automatically sparks his interest

- You can see that he’s shaking, maybe it wasn’t the best idea to turn the lights off….

- When there’s a particularly scary moment he jumps a little and then clings onto you

- You giggle and pat his arms

- “This is… Why is it so scary… Ah…”

- “You know there’s a sequel right?”

- “A SEQUEL?!”

- “Yeah wanna play the demo?”

- “Um… After we finish the first one”

- “Okie dokie!”

- Surprisingly he’s quite good at the game even though he takes quite a long time to come out of his hiding spot, just to be extra careful 

- The jumpscares are what get him the most but he comments how he likes the general environment seeing as it sends shivers down his spine

- He offers you to play from time to time

- “This is…. Quite different from the novels I read but… I can see why you enjoy this S/O - san”

- If he seems particularly scared you make sure to hold his hand which he squeezes occasionally


Corpse Party

- Horror games? He never played anything like that

- You made a joke suggesting you should just plug the device into him


- After a brief explanation of no it’s just a joke you hand him the PSP

- It takes him a while to figure out what each button does but he gets the hang of it soon

- He seems quite relaxed at the start of Chapter 1… Until the end that is


- He’s the kind of person who would question the actions of the protagonists

- “Why would you split up that is obviously a bad idea!”

- “What? Why would you do something you found on the internet?”

- When the plot twist happens it takes him a while to process what just happened

- “Wait no that’s not… But… But why?!”

- You can basically hear cogs turning in his head as he tries to figure it out

- You make sure to tell him to save regularly because there’s a lot of bad endings

- Bad endings? He’s intrigued now

- He spends ages trying to 100% complete the game and when he finally does he’s very proud to tell you that

- “Um… I’m really happy for you Kiibo - kun!… There’s a lot more games though haha…”

- “Let’s play them all!… Just don’t leave me alone please”

- Who knew robots could get scared

anonymous asked:

What are the S boys' soft spots when it comes to their s/o?

//oh boy the Sakamaki bros
–Admin Red


-his soft spot for his s/o would most likely show up more when they’re by themselves, but it might show up in the limo too. His would probably be, surprisingly, how they react when he quote unquote protects them. He’d keep close in the limo and secretly watch out for them at school so they don’t get kidnapped or bit by someone else. If they’re bullied the bullies just slowly disappear. He gets relentlessly teased by the others, mainly the triplets, for being greedy when they figure it out. Though none of them openly oppose him and bite his s/o


-oh boy. A soft spot for him would be really hard to see. Since he’s such a perfectionist he’d try to hide it, but he has a soft spot for just the way his s/o acts, even if they’re defiant. He actually secretly enjoys watching their actions cause those eyes to spark or light up with happiness or passion or anger, or how animated they get if they get in the heat of debating something. They might know about it. Since he sometimes tends to zone out during debates because he’s watching them.


-oh hmmm, he’d probably have a soft spot for how you talk maybe? I picture his s/o having some type of accent that really comes out when they’re arguing with him or something. He’d probably be the most open about it though. Just asking them to speak for hours to listen or intentionally getting into arguments with them to get that accent to flip out.


-your eyes. Yeah I know that sounds cheesy but Kanato enjoys how expressive you are with them. So much so that he even gave up trying to get you to be apart of his doll collection because then those expressive eyes would be dull and lifeless and he maybe just a tiny little bit just a small amount never wants those to go away.


-Their lips. Surprisingly, it’s not the breasts but the lips because you tell him he’s the best with them and that they love him and maybe he can’t really say it all too well himself but hearing it from their lips makes his cold dead heart swell just a little bit. He also may or may not have specifically learned to lip read so that when he sees them he can read what they are saying even if they say it under their breath.


Their hair. If they try to cut any of it off he would throw a fit and confiscate all and any sort of scissors, as well as their wallet so they can’t go out and get a haircut at some hair salon. No one bothers to help his s/o find a place usually so they just sort of give up. And then he just quietly runs his fingers through it. He also has a soft spot for their personality, and is especially glad that they didn’t break and change like most of the other brides would do.

anonymous asked:

How do you think Itach would react to a s/o that conspired with Shisui to prank him? Not a lot but sometimes, maybe even letting Sasuke into it?

Lmaoooo I don’t think Itachi would mind too much. As long as it was in the name of fun, and not entirely malicious. And not when he was working or busy. You can tell when Itachi has a lot on his plate. You can just feel the stress radiating off of him. It’s best not to try to and prank him at these times. He doesn’t find it amusing. He’ll glare, and that glare is scary

Luckily, Shisui is good about gauging Itachi’s demeanor. So he knows the right time for pranks. Shisui’s favorite prank by far was getting the s/o to subtly paint Itachi’s nails with one of those polishes that changes color in the sun while he was asleep. He goes to work the next morning with pink nails. 

This has to be executed with furtive talent though. Itachi is a light sleeper and wakes up fast. He’s a shinobi, after all. Shisui probably had to help the s/o, bc he’s sly and silent as a mouse

Sasuke pretends he doesn’t like pranking his brother but he enjoys it. Once the prank is done he starts blaming everyone else though. He swears that “I told ______ not to do it” or “I told Shisui it was a stupid idea” all while trying to hold back a smirk

Overall though, Itachi would appreciate a prankster s/o, but there’s a limit to how much he can take. Don’t make it an every day occurrence and certainly don’t do anything that could damage his reputation (the pink nails thing went a little too far. He was not happy about that) But he just makes it so easy. Shisui and the s/o think he needs to lighten up a little. That’s why the gotta prank him every now and then

anonymous asked:

Hiiiiiiii admin! Im so happy you are willing to write a sequel of that cheating scenario yieeh! Please make a happy ending this time. They forgive their s/o something like that? It's up to you on how you want the story will go :'---) Grazie mille ♡

Hi dear! I’m finally here, sorry if it took some time! I don’t know if you’ve read my other post (you can found it under #cheating or something similar) but in the end I’ve decided to introduce a second s/o. I hope you enjoy it either way, because I’ve had a lot of fun writing this!


Kasamatsu Yukio


Kasamatsu was walking down a crowded street absentmindedly. It was winter and light snow fell from the dark sky, shining thanks to the city lights and giving everything a giddy and special atmosphere. Couples and group of friends chatted excitedly in their colorful coats and thought up plans for the near holidays; children squashed their faces against the shop windows pointing at toys and planning their letters to Santa.

He sighed, with the mouth covered by a blue scarf and took a small detour passing through a slightly less crowded park. It was then, that he heard an unusual sound. Looking around, he finally found where it was coming from.

You were seated on the roadside, curled up in your light jacket and with red cheeks. You were sobbing quietly and big tears rolled down your face, hidden between the knees. Next to you, there was an half empty plastic glass with…something in it.

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dankdipper  asked:

hey earlier you said you had read lots of gr8 klance fics lately, got any recs? ive just about read thru all of my bookmarks (rip) Thanks pal !!

I DO !

Don’t Break Connection, Baby- Keith is a sex call operator and Lance calls him as a prank at first but then keeps calling to talk and goofy around and it’s actually super sweet as well as wonderfully smutty?? I’m obsessed w this rn ngl, my friend recced it and its so great! 10/10! smother me in this and light me on fire! 

Flirting With Death- Grim reaper Keith who stops Lance from dying and honestly I am so here for grim reaper au’s, its really good and I’m pumped 2 read more ! lit boi !

How Keith Met Lance- a fun short cute funny fic,, its just nice 2 read n its got lil bit o spice at the end w is much appreciated *wiggles brows*

The Message- I really enjoyed reading this but warning gets a lil bit angsty n I’m weak n cant deal w bad this happening lmao,, but it’s a v good story tho w rlly lovely development between Lance and Keith, I haven’t finished it yet but Im like 30 chapters in n its great 

These are the fics I’ve read n loved lately! Enjoy friendo~

Anonymous said: How Sasuke and itachi sound jealously react to the reader fangirling over a celebrity, or other male?

A/N: I really loved this idea and enjoyed writing this for you! I hope that you don’t mind that I made it into a headcanon’s. But anyway, thank you sooo much for your request! Please enjoy what I have come up with! - Admin Kat 💟

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Headcanons for Sasuke Jealously Reacting Over His S/O Fangirling Over a Celebrity or Someone Else:

- Primarily, Sasuke would pretend as though it doesn’t bother him, but really, let’s get real… this shit bothers him.
- He’d make it out that he doesn’t care or make fun or the celebrity or the individual.
- “You think he’s something to make a big deal out of?” he’d murmur with shut eyes, leaned effortlessly against a wall.
- “Naruto? What’s there to be proud of? He’s an imbucile. What he did wasn’t even that big of a deal…” he’d scoff out.
- He’d act all cool and indifferent about it, but it’d totally damage his ego and even make him feel a bit insecure.
- He’d jump to jealousy right away, totally denying it, though.
- “There’s no way in hell that I’d be jealous of Naruto.” when in reality, he really is.
- I believe he’d be the type to act out harshly, - not in a way to damage you physically, but probably emotionally-.
- “Who cares what you think, anyway…
- He’d be a million times more brooding and grouchy.
- I think he’d grow a lot more possessive over his s/o, like, he’d want their attention and if he was around the person in question that his s/o was fangirling over, he’d totally swing an arm around them, - even though usually he doesn’t, because he claimed to them that there was nothing to prove before, so it’d raise questions -.
- He’d totally grumble to himself when he’s alone.
- “Who freaking cares about that dimwit anyway? Not me…
- “I have Sharingan. Who cares about damn Byakugan?
- “Damn you Narutoooo!
- I think he’d secretly vow to kill your celebrity crush, tbh.
- He would be more hands on, and less indifferent over time: Like, his temper would flare more easily, he would interrupt your conversation with the other individual when you’re around them, and he’d totally kiss your neck and not be so nonchalant with his approach to gaining your attention.
- “Pffftttt! What a loser!
- He may even be harsh about it.
- “Get a life! Is there anything else that you do than talk about that loser?
- He’d probably give you the silent treatment, honestly. You’d basically have to pester him for three days straight to even get a grunt out of him!
- He’d be particularly miffed if they fangirled over someone he didn’t really see as a threat or somebody to be idolized.
- He wouldn’t want to hear even a little mentioning over his s/o’s favourite celebrity or some other person.

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Headcanons for Itachi Jealously Reacting Over His S/O Fangirling Over a Celebrity or Someone Else:

- I don’t entirely think that Itachi would get jealous, it’s rare that he jumps to such an unnecessary emotion or reaction.
- Firstly, he would register it as idolization and respect that it’s just a little crush or that they’re appreciating something about them.
- However… Even Itachi Uchiha has his own limits within this area. Like, if the fangirling got to a level where it seemed as though they wished to be with that individual, he would question to himself if they were truly happy with him.
- He’s rather perseptive, - which I state all about Itachi-, so he would be able to determine quite clearly what stage this ‘fangirling’ was about this celebrity or individual.
- Harmless fangirling is fine, but overboard 'I want to date him/her’ would bother him, because he’d question whether they were satisfied within the relationship or not.
- I believe that Itachi would happily sit and listen to his s/o rant over a fandom or something: He knows that the fictional character isn’t real, or that the way they’re speaking over someone’s abilities or characteristics mesmerized them.
- He would probably give them a tender closed eye smile, like a kitten, but not say very much as there isn’t much to really add, in his case.
- If it grew too far, Itachi would certainly process the information and weigh whether it was just a 'spur of the moment’ sort of thing, and he would sit his s/o down to tell them how this made him feel and that it really did bother him.
- If things grew too far, he would silently remind his s/o that they’re his. An example of this would be: His s/o blabbering over someone really cool and he’d softly kiss them after they were done, ensuring that they knew he was still here.
- If he was bothered about it, initially he wouldn’t really show any evidence of it; you’d have to really know him in order to depict how he was feeling.
- He wouldn’t let it get to his head, it wouldn’t really damage his ego or make him feel self-conscious, because he knows his s/o loves him, and it’s probably nothing serious.
- “Tell me about his abilities. What were they like?
- He’d enjoy the way their face lights up, enjoy their happiness.
- If they commented on how ’hot’ someone was, the red flags would wave in his head. He wouldn’t like it, but if it wasn’t so repetitive, he wouldn’t bring it up.
- “Kisame is remarkable in his own fashion, but not as remarkable as other’s abilities.” he’d drone out.
- If it was constant, then it would begin to bug Itachi and there would be some major signs.
- “(Y/N), I would like to speak to you over something. I promise you that I am not here to heckle you or lecture you, or conduct an intervention, but please… listen to me carefully, as I will only say this once.” he’d state, beckoning to the seat beside himself.
- It would only be in extreme cases like “I’d totally have sex with him/her” or “I wouldn’t mind that person on top of me”, that it’d bother Itachi and rouse him to anger.
- If he grows angry, he’d be silent: It’d be rare to rouse him to lash out verbally.
- “If you’re so inclined to be involved with them, then be my guest. But remember, you’re taken. However remember, you’re taken… If that still applies.
- I believe that maybe it’d be in his aura that something was bothering him, so you may be able to depict that something’s up.
- Sometimes he may find it immature, but again, he’d only state so if he was pushed to it.
- Itachi would not grow very possessive of his s/o when they fangirl, it happens and sometimes people slip up and say shit, but if it’s on purpose to rouse a reaction from him, he wouldn’t appreciate it; and with that also duly noted, he wouldn’t appreciate it if it was constant, either.

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s o o n y o u n g // s c e n a r i o 

Originally posted by jongdaeshighnote

word count: 1,618 

genre: soft precious fluff + light mentions of smut 

synopsis: soonyoung has been away for awhile, and upon his return can he only muse over how badly he wants to see you.

✎ so i am definitely still working on that seokmin request, but for the time being here’s some hosh fluff to satisfy. excuse the cheesiness, I HOPE YALL ENJOY AND HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT! 

He shuffled through the doorway with dreariness pulling in the resemblance of ash fingers at his clothing, sinuous grooves of muscle festering up an ache that travelled from the stretch down his thighs to the tautness embedded in his spine. The leather strap that hugged his shoulder slipped like melted butter toward the floor, balled fists rising to rub the heavy quilt of exhaustion from his pretty eyes.

 A certain silence had coalesced with the dimly lit silver that splashed along the apartment walls, tinging the corners of his mind with memories of your arms that were always so tight around his waist, and your scent that wallowed in sweet peach mixed with cream.

The keys pulled out the lock, door clicking shut ever so softly in case you’d slipped between the seams of sheer darkness and calm breathing. He kicked his bag next to the shoe rack while feeling a chill prickle up his neck, remembering how it felt to have your cheek cushioned against his shoulder and strawberry lips lightly brushing the sensitive skin of his neck. 

Your breathing would even sooner than later whenever his hold on you became certain, and he found himself easing back into the silk linen much easier when you had fallen asleep before him. He sauntered over to the fridge to examine the contents, though quelling the growl in his stomach was hardly what he craved, hardly what feathered up his sore muscles and chest of pumping cotton.

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anonymous asked:

How would Byakuya/Shunsui/Shinji react if someone kidnapped their s/o and leave behind note "s/o's name is mine now, not yours", written in blood? (Can you do for all 3 of them, please?)

I hope these are alright– maybe not my best writing ever. This definitely helped me look at the characters a lot differently, though! ~V


  • Byakuya, as always, keeps his cool exterior. Beneath the surface, it’s an entirely different story. As he folds up the note and mentally prepares himself, Byakuya can barely see straight through his rage. He’ll be locked into an adrenaline-fueled autopilot—his fingers will go numb, his jaw clenched tight. Perhaps he may not look it, but Byakuya is blindingly furious.
  • He’s less calculating than expected, but Byakuya is not above enlisting others in order to retrieve his S/O. He won’t ask for help—he will demand participation. It’s likely that those very close to him can see little traces of his anger and will slyly help to keep him steady without hurting his pride too much.
  • Once Byakuya locates whoever abducted his partner, there will be no room for explanations or mercy. All he cares about is getting his S/O back—so much, in fact, I imagine his sense of legality may… bend. The kidnapper will most certainly end up dead. The death will be quick, lack any sense of hesitation. This may be the one moment where a fraction of Byakuya’s anger (and subsequent relief) is actually visible. The abductor would never enjoy spring blossoms again—had they lived.


  • Shunsui is terribly difficult to read in this situation. He’ll seem almost… unconcerned, making light little quips about how perhaps he finally drove his S/O away or how he always seems to misplace things. However, like Byakuya, Shunsui knows how to bluff and stifle everything bubbling beneath the surface. It’s not just anger—it’s panic and an immediacy.
  • Shunsui is mildly calculating—he’ll know what to do, where to go, how to enact a plan. You’d better believe that Ukitake will be right there with him. (And possibly the only one who sees Shunsui lose his temper once they’re alone to discuss options.)
  • Shunsui gets his lover back, and he makes absolutely sure to get his before turning over the abductor to the powers that be. He’s happy to have his partner back, but the kidnapper will probably be scared for life and develop an uncomfortable and overwhelming fear of hairy men and flowers.


  • I don’t want to sound repetitive, but I think Shinji would be similarly hard to read. Those around him would know how he was feeling, but Shinji himself is so calculating and absorbed in figuring out a plan that it may not necessary show in a huge display of anger and worry. But those feelings are there, and he’s going to act the moment he finds his solution.
  • Shinji goes alone. He may not take someone with him, but others are equally reluctant to go along—this man is on edge. His posture stays in its relaxed state, save for white knuckles the whole time and an eerie absence of grins.
  • The kidnapper is going to get it—they made Shinji play cat and mouse, they’re going to get the same. I’m not sure he’d kill them, but probably. It would depend on the state of his S/O. Regardless, they will suffer. The abductor will develop an extreme distaste for jazz and ties.

miriammtthis  asked:

Bruh! I just found your art recently and I can't believe I haven't followed you sooner! Your execution of colors and lighting is fantastic! Plus I love your headcanon Harry and his scar, more along the lines of how I pictured it when I first read the books! Cheers mate!

Thank you! This means a lot! :) I’m glad you enjoy the colors and lighting from my paintings and my headcanon of Harry. I have so many ideas that goes beyond only portraits, I wish one day I will put those ideas on a canvas. The support I have really motivates me :O Thanks!

anonymous asked:

Not gonna lie, I was scrolling through the tags and saw you and the other anti touken blog. Gotta say, I really like that yall arent afraid to express your distaste for touka or touken. Normally people who even remotely put touka or touken in a bad light are verbally crucified and its like, wow. So both of yall keep up the work :) Ill definitely enjoy checking your pages lol. I didn't agree with the chapter either tbh, and I also ship hidekane but I definitely can see w/o the shipping goggles.

Thank you, this actually means a lot to me and my boyfriend! (Hes the other anti-touken blog) We most definitely will keep doing what we are doing, at least until the fandom understands how terrible she is.
Thank you so much again, this message put a smile on my face! 💙

anonymous asked:

Hey~ can i get a scenario with tatara, ayato and uta falling in love with a shy human and telling their s/o feelings + first kiss? >///<

You have no idea how hard it is to write this without making the characters too OOC. Reading this will probably make you forget that Tokyo Ghoul is a tragedy rather than a light-hearted romance manga lol. But other than that, please read and enjoy!


Concealed in the shadows of the night, Tatara stood on the top of the three-story library building. He was not alone though. Perched on the edge of the roof yet somehow still hidden from sight, Eto was swinging her legs as she watched the streets below.

“So this is what you’ve been doing for the past two months! To think that someone like you can harbor romantic feelings,” she chimed. “Especially for a human!”

Tatara narrowed his eyes but remained silent. Seeing this, Eto let out a snicker, but before she could say another word, a familiar figure exited the building. On instinct, Tatara took a step forward.

Eto hummed.

“So this is the person! So shy and cute - at least you have good taste! Now go get ‘em!”

Ignoring the encouragement, Tatara took off into the night right on their tail. As he silently and distantly escorted them back to their home, he could not help but flashback to the first time he saw them walking to the library on a cold February night. Since then he had become some sort of unspoken bodyguard, guiding them home from afar and watching over their well-being from any greedy ghouls looking for dinner.

And good thing he came tonight.

Tatara watched as a hand suddenly shot out from a dark alley and latched onto the person’s arm, pulling them into the shadows. A scream was reduced to muffled yells, and hearing this, Tatara felt his blood boil. Wasting no time, he jumped across buildings until he reached the alleyway and leaped down, landing swiftly between the ghoul and the human.

With an emotionless expression, Tatara looked down at the human who had been thrown to the ground. “Cover your eyes,” he instructed.

The human trembled but obeyed, and with that, Tatara turned to the ghoul and attacked with no mercy. It did not take long before the ghoul was reduced to slaughtered meat, and Tatara returned to the human and carried them away from the gruesome scene. Once he notified that they were safe, they uncovered their eyes but instantly stumbled backwards with fear.

“Y-You’re a ghoul, aren’t you?” they stammered. “P-Please, I–”

“I won’t eat you.”

They stared at them with wide eyes filled with confusion. “You… won’t?”

“No.” Before they could even register his movements, he appeared right before them. “Because I will protect you.”

And with that, he leaned down and pressed his lips onto theirs.


Ayato was sprawled across his bed, his mind occupied with the same person for the past five hours. It was currently 8 PM and he had no mission to go on, meaning he was stuck with nothing but his thoughts, and frankly his thoughts were a mess at the moment.

Why do they look so nice? he asked himself silently as he laid on his stomach. Why does their hair look so soft? Why are their eyes so brown, so deep that he could stare into them forever?

Ayato let out a frustrated groan into his pillow. No matter how hard he tried to forget for the past two months, he could not stop thinking about that person… that human. He was infatuated with a human. Ayato could not believe himself. He was stupid for liking a human, for liking the way their cheeks flushed when they accidentally bumped into him during their first encounter, for liking the way they stammered an apology and nearly tripped when trying to flee from his solid gaze, for liking the way they–

Ayato could not take it anymore. Without a word, he leaped out of his bed, escaped from his room, and slipped out the Aogiri hideout.

It did not take long before he reached his destination: the building roof beside the apartment of a certain somebody who Ayato could not keep his mind off of. And somehow by a stroke of luck, that somebody was standing alone on their balcony right now, gazing at the streets below them.

Unable to take it anymore, Ayato leaped down from the roof and landed skillfully onto the terrace. Before the human could yell out, he raised a finger to his lips, and they nodded weakly.

“Y-You’re a ghoul, aren’t you?” they whispered, voice faltering. “P-Please don’t eat me. I-I still have school a-and I need to–”

Ayato give them an annoyed expression. “Hah? I’m not going to eat you.”

“… What?”

“Ugh, humans. Listen up ‘cause I’m only gonna say this once.” Ayato shot the other a stern look but upon seeing the blush that illuminated their cheeks, he immediately lost his confidence. “Wait… I just, uh… I just want you to know that, uh…” Ayato wanted to kick himself when he noticed the confused expression on their face. “Why is this so hard? I’m just gonna say it ‘kay? I really like you so be mine! I mean, please be mine! No, you better be mine! Argh, forget it!”

In a flurry of movements, Ayato plowed forward and crashed his lips onto theirs, savoring the sweetness of their mouth. At first they stilled, completely shocked at what was happening, but as the seconds flew by, they could not help but melt into the kiss.

Finally they both slowly pulled away

“So what’s it gonna be?” he asked. “It better be a yes.”

The human seemed to be torn between the decision, contemplating whether they should accept being in a relationship with a ghoul and avoid getting eaten, or reject him and risk the chance of becoming his next meal.

After what felt like eternity to Ayato, the answer finally came with a hesitant nod. An accomplished grin appeared on the teen’s features as he tackled his new partner with a side hug.

“Yeah, it better be a yes!”


Their first encounter had happened on a stormy day. Uta had just returned to HySy and was about to go in when his ears picked up the sound of footsteps hurrying down the street, and when he looked over, there was a human young human dashing down the block towards his direction. Because they did not carry an umbrella, their clothes and their bag were soaked to the seams.

It had all happened in a blur. Uta invited them in, they stammered out a thank you, and the two of them waited out the storm together.

Six months had passed since then. The human occasionally dropped by every few weeks since then, but for the past two months they hadn’t been coming. Uta didn’t think much of it though; they were probably busy with school or work, and it wasn’t like he couldn’t manage without seeing them. But in all honesty, they added a little variety to his dull days and it was pleasant to have someone else around to speak with, even if they were a simple human.

Today was calm. He was in his own company, sketching a design for his most recent customer when a ‘ding’ resonated throughout the store. Looking up, he was mildly surprised to see that the person who walked in was not a ghoul but the human who he hadn’t seen for nearly two months.

“Ah, hello Uta-san,” they greeted.

“Hello. It’s been a while.”

The bell chimed as they shut the door and ventured further into the shop until they were standing a meter from Uta.

“I apologize for not visiting – my parents have been strict on my schedule but now that exams are done, I can finally come by.”

“That’s nice to hear.”

A silence filled the room following Uta’s reply. Finding this odd, he looked up to see that they were staring at the floor quietly with a luminescent blush on their cheeks. “Is something wrong?”

Hearing this, they shifted awkwardly in their position, still averting his gaze. “It’s just… well… during those two months when I couldn’t see you, I-I realized that, um… that I missed you. Like I really, really missed you and, um, I guess what I’m trying to say is…

I like you.”

For some reason, Uta did not feel surprised. Was it because he, for some unknown reason, expected this? It would make sense why they used to drop by so frequently, why they seemed to lighten up whenever they stepped into the room, why they suddenly turned embarrassed or self-conscious whenever their eyes locked with his. Now it all connected. But a human with a ghoul? He didn’t need a liability; furthermore if anyone – especially the CCG – found out then they could be in serious danger.

Ah… so now he was concerned with their safety too?

Uta didn’t realize that he had been so in thought that a long moment of silence had already passed. The tension in the air seemed to have been too much because a sniffle sounded, and it was then that Uta registered tears free-falling down the other’s cheeks.

“N-Nevermind,” they stammered. “Forget I said anyth–”

“I like you too.”

The words flowed smoothly out of his mouth before he could even realize it, but it was too late to retract them. At the sound of this, their eyes widened and their jaw dropped in shock.

Since he was already this deep, Uta decided that treading another step further couldn’t hurt. Calmly and gently, he reached out and placed a hand softly on the base of their neck, pulling them towards him before he leaned forward and captured their lips.

Somehow, somewhere along the way, he had grown emotionally invested, and now it was becoming clear to him. But maybe for now, he’ll just enjoy the ride.

This took forever and it was super long but I hope that it suited your liking ^^

anonymous asked:

Everybody's getting flowercrowns ahhh. How would TFP Ratchet react to his s/o giving him one?

ratchet.. the light of my life, the reason i live, the sweetest bean, the-

Ratchet (TFP)

  • He’d be very flustered and pretend like he didn’t want to have to wear it. However, he doesn’t put up a fight when you make him crouch down so you can put it on his head. He’s embarrassed, sure, but he rather quickly grows used to having it on him and even begins to enjoy it. It’s an unfamiliar weight added to his head but it soon soothes into being unnoticed by him. 

  • The fact that the crown is so light makes him completely forget he’s wearing it, so when the other ‘Bots show up after a successful scouting for energon, they are moving back and forth between the ground bridge in order to take it all. They don’t notice Ratchet right away, either; too busy with their work, which Ratchet is, of course, alright with. But when the relieved bots finally finish packing it all up, they return as a group… And stare Ratchet down.

  • When Arcee makes a jeering comment about them “not being the only ones to have found a little surprise,” Ratchet suddenly remembers he’s been giving orders and directives to his team while wearing a flower crown on the top of his head. He grumbles to himself and instead of removing the crown, only tells the others to frag off and let him be. They all laugh, but a flustered, flower-donning Ratchet is reluctant to take the pretty accessory off until he absolutely needs to. He thanks you for the gift later that night, complementing it with a kiss to your cheek.

Flame/Forest Spirit AU

Part 1/3
rated: T
(T for tame. so tame i’m not even gonna rate it M. no coarse language. no nsfw. this is a friggin fairy tale.)
This was a forest of hungry wolves, but she almost had forgotten one crucial thing: she was just as hungry, for life and love and light, and the day she would give up protecting what she loved had yet to be born into existence.

This one is, of course, inspired by Mashima’s latest Twitter Doodle! Tbh I’m totally in love with the story and how it turned out, and I hope you’ll love it as much as me :> You seemed very excited about it and it made me so happy!!! Enjoy! \(°o°)/

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Darkness had been lurking in the forest.

It was watching her from the shadows as she left the safety of her home, and Lucy felt the fur of her tail stand up against her will, felt as if something was crawling up her skin and waiting for her to make a mistake.

But she was the guardian of this forest, and those who inhabited it.

She had heard the outcry, felt the confusion and agitation of her home: something had crashed right into their middle. An intruder, who’d brought flames.

But no matter who this stranger was, she would be there to greet him; to offer help if it was needed, protection should he want it, and resistance if all kindness failed. Oh, she would be lying if she said she wasn’t scared, but she was the keeper of peace, and the only one who could take care of this.

Everyone depended on her, like they always did, and she could not let them down more than she already had.

And so she marched on through the thick forest, feeling the soft, damp ground beneath her bare feet and silently thanking the branches and roots which parted for her. In the distance, she could see light flickering through the branches where there should have been nothing but darkness.

It got hotter the closer she came, singed treetrunks and slivered wood everything she encountered until she stepped into what was now a little clearing. It had been forest like everything in these parts, but now the ground was churned and the trees uprooted.

Lucy could feel their pain and confusion lingering in the earth and air, closing her eyes as she tried to reach out to them. She needed to take care of this fire.

Reopening her eyes, Lucy let them wander over the chaos in front of her. The fire was burning away at the ground, now only sizzling at the edges, but the center was still burning strong. She could feel the darkness at her back, and suddenly the fire’s warmth seemed a lot more appealing. Even the forest itself seemed to be drawn to it now, with the danger creeping up on them from all sides. Lucy shivered, pulling one of her many cloaks tighter around herself.

That was when she felt it, though, as she concentrated her magic on the flames, feeling them consciously for the first time: it was alive. The fire was alive.

It burned curiously, though she could feel the confusion in the nervous flicker of its flames.

Lucy was nervous too, yet she took a hesitant step forward and took a deep breath. Smoke scratched at the inside of her throat, drying it up and making her voice the tiniest bit scratchy.

“Hello,” she called out with as much calm as she managed, “Who are you?”

The flames flickered to new life, and Lucy felt as if something (the fire itself, perhaps) was watching her intently.

“I can help you,” she tried again, “I am the spirit guardian of this forest, and I offer my protection if you desire it.”

That was when something moved, right where the flames burned strongest. It seemed as if the fire was shrinking in on itself, drawing back from the earth to crawl back towards its source and tower upwards. In stunned silence, Lucy watched as the fire gained form, a human-like shape, yet it seemed unsure of what it was doing. Something that might have been a head turned towards her, and she felt its stare again, from an eye-less face of flame.

Hesitantly, she smiled – and the fire smiled back.

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