oh god what have i drawn

What the fuck are you doing

As my character makes her way towards the place where an attack happened, together with a dragonborn and Mako (yes, the Roadhog Mako) she sees something on the road.

DM; ‘roll perception to see what it is.’

Me; ‘sure, shouldnt be too hard’

I roll a 1, because of course i do.

DM; *laughs* 'Okay, so as you walk towards the road, you see something large standing in the middle of the path, and youre convinced its a giant.

Me; 'for gods sake, okay’. My character proceeds to run forwards with my sword drawn, screaming towards the 'giant’, as she gets grabbed by her shoulders by the NPCs.

Mako; 'what the fuck are you doing?’

Me; 'there’s a giant there, we have to kill it!’

Mako: ’ thats your cart?!’

Me; 'oh… proceed’

Realtalk: Beauty and the Beast

((Spoilers: DUH))

Okay, but jokes about bad CGI wolves aside, Disney’s latest live action remake just served to remind me what didn’t work in the last few films. Keep in mind this is all my opinion and you don’t have to agree to any of it.

I could appreciate the effort they took in better explaining the lore. The classic film implied Beast could be as young as 11 when the curse took effect for them to be wasting away for “ten years” (as stated in the original Be Our Guest), and a lot of people were left puzzling as to how exactly an entire town failed to notice the ominous castle sitting on their outskirts for all those years. But as with all the other remakes Disney also attempted to flesh out the characters, usually in the form of a heavy backstory, and this is where they always seem to fall flat for me.

This is the main problem I have with live action: they seem to struggle in deciding which tone they want to run with. Do they want to prove they can play with darker and more sombre themes? Those poignant backstories and frequent deaths in the families would suggest so. But then they turn right around and try to emulate the cartoon almost frame for frame. Suddenly the action sequences, one-liners, and visual gags look too hammy and out of place, especially when juxtaposed with the aforementioned Dark Subjects. This isn’t helped by the uncanny valley characters at all.

I’m sure some kids out there find all of this enjoyable and see no problem with the new films (though personally if I saw that CG Lumiere as a child I would have run screaming out of the theatre), but all I could think as I watched Beast tear through the tower pining and singing his heart out was:

“Holy shit Disney, you should remake Hunchback of Notre Dame.”

Think about it: they could play with dark themes all they wanted and it wouldn’t feel out of place at all. The animated film was already one of Disney’s heaviest, in fact I feel it’s been swept under the rug as a result of its heavier tone. The characters themselves are some of Disney’s most subdued and wouldn’t be terribly difficult to translate into live action without changing too much, and they could go nuts with the special effects and locations all they want because it’s got everything.

Medieval city? Check. Tall, ominous towers? Check. Spectacular views for breaking out into song? Check. Political/social commentary still relevant today? Check. Vibrant/fictional locales to pour their CGI budget into? Check. They’ve got one of the best villains in that movie, whether you love to hate him or just … love … him … if you’re one of those weirdos.

But that brings up another point: if they did rework it, I want them to go really dark with it. I’m talking taking cues from their friends in Germany and Der Glöckner von Notre Dame, a musical that managed to preserve a majority of the film while also capturing the weight of the original novel.

Don’t try to redeem Frollo like you did with Maleficent. Preserve all the slimy, misguided, despicable facets of his personality. Don’t gloss over the political commentary of gypsies in Paris, and highlight Clopin’s juxtaposed sides as a result–willing to do whatever it takes to survive even if it means stealing and murdering. We already have one of the most badass women out there in Esmeralda, and finally one who isn’t a damned princess that needs her sparkly dress. Give Phoebus a bigger role, give us time to really see the conflict between his role in society and his moral compass. Focus on Quasimodo’s internal struggle, torn between his curiosity and love for the outside world, but also his blind loyalty and affection to the one man who raised him his entire life.

And for f**k’s sake those gargoyles better be hallucinations to illustrate the toll a lifetime of solitude has taken on the poor guy or I am going to flip some heavy Medieval tables.

And finally Esmeralda dies. No-one gets the girl. Phoebus fails at his job, people get hurt as a result, and he can’t even save the love of his life. And Quasimodo is left utterly broken hearted and alone, with neither his father figure or his friends by his side. The movie ends as the stage play did: with our hunchback carrying the gyspy in his arms in a sad nod to the iconic “Sanctuary!” scene, walking away into the dark unknown, presumably to die as he did in the novel, with Esmeralda in his arms. A sombre Clopin, knocked back down to a beggar (if not dead as well during the seige), narrates the closing scene.

Because life sucks and that’s what you get for attempting to turn a Victor Hugo Novel into anything less than a tragedy.

TL;DR: Disney remake HoND. I double-dog-dare you.

(Oh my god I have not drawn these guys in literal ages. It felt so weird!)

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Art School | Sophie Roach (Austin, TX)

Drawing and painting her way through an imaginative landscape of intricate and visual entanglements is Austin native, Sophie Roach.  Her artwork has endlessly covered  surfaces from– guitars, beer cans, Vans, to entire rooms.  And if that isn’t already insanely rad, her organic approach and laid back attitude make her not only incredibly humble, but also a super awesome collaborator.  While finishing up one mural and starting up new projects, we had the chance to ask Sophie a few questions about her art, her career, and her approach – from finding her voice, attacking a mural, to digging the quietude one might find as a mail person hah!  

Photographs courtesy of the artist. 

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I’m back from hell a week of exams, so I finally finished those ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و There are some more in my inbox but they’re pretty much [character] + one expression over and over, so this will probably be the last batch for now (though I want to finish the rest of them when I’m bored or have some free time) oh and one more thing

THE REQUESTS HAVE BEEN CLOSED FOR A FEW WEEKS NOW

I thought that fact was pretty clear after I made that one post, but I’m STILL getting requests, so I’m just reminding you I haven’t been accepting them for some time now

hope-film submitted: HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAB!!! You’re really an amazing person who deserves nothing but love and appreciation for everything you do. I first followed you because I wanted more bts content but I really wasn’t expecting you to be as wonderful as you are. Even though i mostly talk to you on anon you’re the absolute best when it comes to interacting with your followers. Never short of the advise, attitude and memes. So really thanks for being you; talented, honest, helpful, sassy, hilarious, inspirational, beautiful and so much more!!

couldn’t get you a cake but hope you enjoy this SAB-wish instead ; ) ♡♡♡♡♡

(sab-wich drawn by @puzzlepeace ^^ )

OH MY GODNSDVDKBNDKLFNGV I ACTUALLY SCREAMED YOU HAVE NO IDEA 

I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY JUST THANK YOU SO MUCH AND THANK YOU TO THE ARTIST SNFJDKNF I JUST OH MY GOD I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS I AM SO HONOURED AND THANKFUL AND JUST !!!!!!!! TO EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU I DON’T KNOW WHAT I COULD SAY TO FULLY EXPRESS IT I’M ABOUT TO CRY. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SUCH SWEET WORDS FJDKLGND ILY

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Better This Way (Chapter Seven)

Man this chapter is rough. Also, Trigger Warning– at the end of the chapter Wade mentions/implies past attempts at suicide. It’s nothing graphic, it’s like two lines just be careful, alright?

I am fully prepared for you guys to yell at me for this one.

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE

Tissues, guys. Grab them.
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Peter wasn’t waiting on their usual roof top for patrol the next night, but it only took Wade about half an hour to find him, tracking the hero down by following the sirens towards the other side of town.

“Spidey!” He yelled and dropped into the middle of what was basically a brawl as Spider Man tried to help the police corral what had started as a disagreement at a soccer game and spilled out onto the street as a full fledged riot. “Why didn’t you call me if you were having this much fun?’

Peter yelled something back that Wade didn’t quite catch, but he was too busy subduing rioters, complaining to himself about how much easier this had all been back when nobody cared if he killed people. But noooo if he wanted to be anything close to a hero, and not on Spideys or the Avengers shit list,  he had to use non-lethal methods, so Wade just started clocking people as they came at him, flattening them with a punch, then zip tieing them to whichever pole or chunk of fence or parking meter he came across.

Peter was throwing webs at people, their hands, their feet, whatever it took to get them down and out of the riot as the police eventually started making headway in rounding everyone up.

Finally it was just Wade and Peter left in front of the soccer arena, the last few police cruisers pulling away with their prisoners, news vans leaving the scene now that the excitement was over.

“Thank you!” Several police officers called as they headed out, honking their horns or flashing their lights in thanks and even though Wade waved back–always surprisingly thrilled when the law enforcement was cheering for him, not yelling at him– Peter didn’t wave at all.

In fact, the minute the parking lot was empty, the second Wade turned to Peter to say something–

–Peter shot a pile of webbing at him, knocking him into the wall and leaving him stuck, several inches of web plastered over his waist and up his chest, keeping him completely immobile.

“Uh Spidey—”

“Don’t fucking talk to me.” Peter snarled, and jerked around to leave, shooting away into the air and leaving Wade trussed up and helpless against the arena wall.

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Ni Times
  • INFJ: I want to learn how to play the piano
  • ESTP: That's great, why don't you take some less-
  • INFJ: I've been wanting to play the piano since I was six, I've always had a special relationship with music
  • ESTP: Uhm well, all the more reasons to take-
  • INFJ: I've been drawn to piano since I can remember. I love music, I love playing, I love watching the hands of people as they play, oh my god have you seen their hands?
  • ESTP: Yeah, they're pretty impressive, so why don't you just-
  • INFJ: They're amazing, I wish I could be like them. I really really really want to play the piano, I'm tired of waiting
  • ESTP: Great! Just take some lessons then, I know a guy that can help you. I'll call him
  • INFJ: Call? Lessons? You mean now? Now as in RIGHT NOW? What if this is just a phase, what if I don't have the patience, what if I find out I don't like it or am not good enough? IT'S TOO SOON! WE MUST NOT RUSH INTO THINGS!!
  • ESTP: ...
  • ESTP: Didn't you say you have been dreaming to play the piano since you were six?
  • INFJ: Yeah?
  • ESTP: How is 15 years TOO SOON???
the soulmate au- part 1

hey! it’s your favourite constantly on-hiatus mod trash!!! and here i am with the most garbage au yet. there’ll be a second part (hopefully), so heads up. love you all and stay safe!

  • amelie’s first words to her are ‘va te faire foutre.’
  • or, for an english translation, fuck you. a true french romance.
  • the line-skipping girl looks at her, shocked. amelie sneers.
  • ‘quoi? you understand this, but you do not understand basic courtesy?’
  • a slow smile creeps over the girl’s face. amelie scowls at her, teeth bared.
  • ‘on the contrary.’
  • oh, fuck.
  • amelie stares at her in disbelief. ‘you have got to be kidding me.’
  • ‘hi, soulmate.’
  • ‘impossible.’ amelie growls. ‘let me see your arm.’
  • the girl shrugs, rolls up her sleeve. written in elegant, swooping handwriting are those very words. amelie hisses in disgust.
  • ‘a brit. what will papa think?’
  • ‘whoa there! i’d like to think we’re not so bad. ‘sides, you’re one to talk about courtesy when you’ve made me live with this on me chalk.’
  • amelie squints, uncomprehending. ‘quoi?’
  • ‘chalk farm. y’know, arm.’
  • ‘you are a child.’ amelie has a sudden thought. ‘quelle âge a tu? you look twelve.’
  • ‘twenty-six. ignoring the jab.’
  • ‘merde.’
  • ‘what? how old are you?’
  • ‘thirty-three.’
  • ‘christ, you’re a fucking dinosaur.’
  • amelie sighs at her. she’s panicking inwardly- this can’t be happening. not now, after gérard. ‘tu me gonfles.’
  • ‘rude. so tell me, soulmate-’
  • ‘no. listen to me.’
  • she closes her mouth and looks at her.
  • ‘we-’ amelie gestures- ‘might be soulmates, but it means nothing. nothing. don’t speak to me again.’
  • and then amelie gets in a car and drives off, tires screeching.
  • ‘well, this has been a complete shitfuck,’ the girl says cheerfully, and then walks off.
  • unfortunately, gabriel reyes can read his sister all too well. when she steps out of the car, looking pale and drawn, he sweeps her over to the side of the mansion and squints at her suspiciously.
  • ‘quoi?’
  • ‘you look weird.’
  • ‘so do you. i’m just too polite to say something about it.’
  • ‘on the contrary,’ he says with a grin, but it falters when she flinches. and then it returns full force.
  • ‘oh my god.’
  • ‘no, gabriel.’
  • ‘don’t full-name me. oh my god. you met them.’
  • ‘i’m afraid i have no idea what you’re talking about.’
  • ‘your soulmate, dummy.’
  • dummy?’
  • ‘stop changing the subject. who is it?’
  • amelie sighs, sits on a bench. ‘a brit.’
  • ‘ooh.’
  • ‘no. i told her to never speak to me again.’
  • ‘harsh.’
  • ‘necessary.’ she looks tired.
  • ‘okay.’
  • she blinks at him in surprise. ‘you’re not going to push it?’
  • ‘nah,’ he says. ‘you’ll talk to me if you’re ready.’
  • she smiles, pulls him into an affectionate half-hug. ‘merci.’
  • ‘sure.’
  • soulmates have always been a sore topic, ever since the lacroix family adopted sombra, a skittish kid with a burn scar over her tattoo, too precise to be anything but deliberate. ‘it’s hypothesised that it was an introductory sentence,’ the social worker at the orphanage had said. ‘most of these cases involve- well, let’s just say it was likely a girl’s name.’
  • not to mention the time when amelie’s fiancé gérard had found his soulmate on the night he proposed, and had broken off the engagement two weeks before the wedding with a half-hearted apology.
  • fuck him, anyways.
  • she goes inside and sips cafe au lait and tries not to think about it.
  • and this goes on for two weeks, until finally sombra confronts her in the kitchen.
  • ‘listen, hermana. i don’t know who this girl is, who said what’s written on your arm. but you know what? you should maybe stop being such a baby about it and go and find her.’
  • amelie looks at her flatly. ‘i don’t want a soulmate.’
  • ‘fine! that’s fine! but obviously it’s been fucking you up lately. i know the gérard thing was a clusterfuck, but you should consider it. and it’s your choice. but i’ve grown up not even knowing- hell, anyone could be my soulmate- and i’ve wished sometimes that i could at least know. and if it doesn’t work out, who gives a damn? you’re fine as hell, sis. catch someone else.’
  • amelie just blinks at her, and then sighs. ‘okay.’
  • ‘what?’
  • ‘i’ll give it a try.’
  • ‘hell yeah!’ gabe pops out from behind the counter
  • gabriel reyes-’
  • and so amelie tracks her down.
  • ‘lena oxton,’ gabe reads from over sombra’s shoulder. ‘and her picture- ooh, she’s cute.’
  • amelie examines her nails and fakes disinterest. ‘is she? i didn’t notice.’
  • ‘she runs an international crime syndicate.’ sombra says.
  • what?’
  • ‘joking, joking. just making sure you were paying attention.’
  • amelie shoots her the middle finger.
  • ‘and she’s in paris right now, probably. here’s her- oh my god! it has her number!’
  • ‘it’s 2 am,’ amelie warns.
  • ‘don’t be such a coward. i’m going to-’
  • no-’
  • and then the phone beeps. gabe holds it above his head, grinning, as amelie swipes for it. 
  • she picks up on the third ring, voice sleep-scratchy through the phone.
  • ‘lo?’
  • ‘bonjour.’
  • a pause. ‘please tell me this isn’t who i think it is.’
  • ‘yes. it’s me.’
  • you’re so dramatic, sombra mouths. amelie ignores her.
  • ‘um. okay?’
  • ‘i’d like to talk to you.’
  • the rustle of blankets. ‘sure. what’s up?’
  • ‘you’re my soulmate,’ amelie says bluntly. ‘and i’d like to consider pursuing an… affiliation.’
  • gabe rolls his eyes.
  • ‘hell does that mean?’
  • ‘she means,’ sombra says abruptly, and amelie sends her a panicked glare, ‘that you’re cute and she wants to hit that.’
  • ‘um…?’
  • ‘my apologies. my sister.’
  • ‘okay. this is going to sound weird- what’s your name?’
  • ‘amelie. amelie lacroix.’
  • ‘like…’ and amelie waits for her to say ‘giant corporation,’ or ‘corrupt political family, but instead: ‘the soda?’
  • quoi?’
  • sombra cackles. ‘the soda! jesus, amiga!’
  • ‘no,’ amelie says mournfully, ‘like the prime minister.’
  • ‘ah. shit.’
  • ‘pardon?’
  • ‘that explains why you’re so pretty.’
  • gabe swoons. amelie flips him off.
  • there’s the click of typing. ‘ooh. an affair in the family? corruption, scandals left and right- well, i guess that explains my words.’
  • sombra grins at that. ‘speaking of, what are those?’
  • ‘oh? these? fuck you.’
  • sombra recoils. ‘excuse me?’
  • ‘no, those are mine. except in french.’
  • ‘hold up,’ gabe pipes up. ‘your first words to your soulmate were ‘fuck you’?’
  • amelie has a headache. ‘yes or no.’
  • ‘what?’
  • ‘to the… affiliation.’
  • ‘god, you’re so awkward,’ sombra says.
  • ‘oh, that? sure.’
  • ‘ah.’
  • an awkward silence.
  • ‘well, i’ll see you. tomorrow, 9 am, near that one crêpe shop near the eiffel?’
  • ‘oui.’
  • ‘got it. cheers, love.’
  • amelie blushes fiercely. sombra lets out an ‘ooh’.
  • ‘it’s a date,’ amelie says finally, and there’s a quiet laugh.
  • ‘it’s a date.’
Who Cares

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: After seeing you in your fake fed suit, Dean decides he needs you as soon as possible, no matter where that is.

Word Count: 487

Warnings: Impala sex, smut, NSFW gif below the cut, canon-typical Dean mocking Sam

Submitted by: @cyrilconnelly

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anonymous asked:

a prompt: spock standing close to the captains chair + accidental touching

the working title of this fic was “touchy touchy” if that tells you anything ghfjdks

Loud and Clear (read it on ao3 here)

“Hey, Spock? Could you come over here and look at this report for a second?”

Spock turned promptly from his station at the sound of his captain’s voice, catching sight of Jim’s bright smile before anything else. Spock nodded once and briskly walked over to stand at the side of the captain’s chair, placing a hand on the back of it yet still hyper-aware of making sure he did not touch Jim. However, Jim immediately leaned back, his bare neck resting against the knuckle of Spock’s thumb. He could not find it in himself to move away.

“So, see, it says here that Kollona is a desert planet, right? And I know we’re still a few days away from it, but I was doing some reading up on it and read that it has an extensive rainforest? Which would not make sense at all, obviously, but…” Jim’s voice faded out in Spock’s ears as he suddenly got a bright flash of thought through their skin to skin contact.

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Pictures of You (Cole Sprouse)

Originally posted by paranoid-papi

Pairing: Cole Sprouse x Photographer!Reader

Warning: Cursing

Summary: You and Cole have been dating for a while and he’s head over heels just like you. He is constantly posting photos about you and just being all and all cute. During one of his interviews, when asked about you, he confesses that he’s missed you since you’ve been out working on your photography somewhere else.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: This is my first Cole Sprouse fic and it was requested by a cute anon who said, “Can you do a Cole Sprouse one shot where you’re a photographer and you two are dating and he’s always posting about you and you two are really cute and it’s all fluffy and people are always him about you in interviews and he’s all blushy 💛💛😩and your tom holland imagines are awesome lmao💛💛”

Masterlist Request a Prompt


“So, all I’ve seen on your Instagram are pictures of your girlfriend.” The host who was interviewing Cole stated, only to cause a blush to rise to Cole’s cheeks.

You smiled as you watched him on the television, knowing that the host’s statement was true.

“Well, I do post a lot about Y/n and I’ve been doing it even more lately because she’s been working on her photography in China. She actually just got a job with National Geographic.” Cole said proudly as the audience clapped. “Aw, thanks. I’ll tell her you all are proud.”

You laughed softly as your cheeks started to heat up at the fact that Cole was gushing about you on television.

“You two are so charming.” The host smiled. “How long have you two been together?”

“We’ve been together for two years.” Cole replied. “Our two year anniversary is today, actually.” An choir of awe came from the audience as Cole turned even more red. “Yeah, but she’s in China so we were going to do a skype date.”

“That’s so cute. But before we change the subject, everyone here at the studio has a bit of a surprise for you.”

That was your cue to go. You picked up a cardboard cutout of yourself and headed onto the stage, making sure to cover yourself so Cole couldn’t see you.

“Oh my god!” Cole laughed. “You guys must think I’m too lonely!”

“Well, we thought it’d be a great idea to bring Y/n for you so you wouldn’t feel so alone.” The host explained. “Why don’t you go ahead and take her from our intern?”

“Yeah, sure. Okay.” Cole replied, shaking his head as he rose from his seat. “I still can’t believe you got me this.”

His hands brushed yours as he took the cardboard cutout from you, only to drop it when he laid eyes on your smiling face.

“Y/n!” He cried, pulling you into a hug and lifting you into the air as you lost yourself in a fit of giggles.

“Well, hello to you too.” You smiled as he set you down and placed a kiss on your cheek.

“When- when did you get here?” Cole stammered as the crowd and host watched you two in silence.

“A few hours ago. I would’ve called, but that would’ve ruined the surprise.” You stated, taking Cole’s hand in yours before leading him back to the couch he was previously sitting on.

“Thank you so much for coming, Y/N.” The host said.

“Thank you for having me.”

“So, two years. That is a long time to date so young.”

“Well, it doesn’t feel all that long. I mean, we started dating right when I was finishing up college and now here we are, both with amazing jobs and still together.”

“That’s just amazing. Most couples your age don’t stay together very long. I mean, when I was in my twenties I had a new boyfriend every other week.”

You chuckled along with the audience and Cole. “Well, we always joke that we act like an older couple because of how we get along and how things just fall into place at home. But, lately it’s been hard to be so far away.”

“The only thing you didn’t tell her was that every time I start to see you on Skype, no matter how far you are, I know- I know that I’m in love with you.” Cole said, placing a hand on yours with a smile.

“Yes, even though I’m far away, we both know I’ll always stay right alongside you.” You replied, putting your hand on his.

“Now, I’d like to play a little game with you two. If you look in front of you on the table, there’s two whiteboards and markers.” the host explained. “We are going to play the newlywed game.”

“Awesome.” You smiled as you retrieved your marker and board.

“Alright, first question. What is Cole’s favorite food? You guys will show your boards on the count of three.”

You wrote down your answer and looked at Cole with a smile. “This question is easy.”

“Okay. Count of three. One, two, three.”

You and Cole showed your boards and laughed as you got the same answer.

“Okay! Good job! Next question, what is Y/N’s favorite thing to photograph?”

You smiled and wrote down your answer as Cole tried to look over your shoulder, causing you to move and hide your board.

“One, two, three!”

You shook your head with a chuckle as you looked at Cole’s board, an answer very different from your answer of nature.

“What?!” Cole exclaimed between chuckles. “You take so many pictures of me! How can I not say me?”

“You were so off, baby.”

“Okay, so Cole is obviously a little vain.” The host joked. “Let’s move on to the next question. Cole loves to bake, what is his specialty?”

“Cake.” You stated, a little cake drawn in the corner of your board as Cole nudged you.

“Man, you really know Cole, but obviously he needs to work on his facts.”

“It’s not my fault she has so many pictures of me!”

“Okay, okay, new question. Who is Y/N’s favorite artist? Hint; the artist is not a photographer.”

“Frida Kahlo.” You both said in unison, showing your boards on the count.

“Alright, Cole’s catching up. We have time for two more questions.” The host smiled. “First question, what is the one chick flick Cole secretly loves?”

“The Notebook. A classic.” You stated before he could say anything when the count was called. “We watched it together on our fourth date cause I asked him to watch it with me and he cried before confessing he’d seen it before a few times even though he said he never had.”

The host laughed. “That’s phenomenal. Alright, the last and final question; what has Y/N been dying to ask Cole?”

“Oh, god. I have no idea. I’m not even going to write something down.” Cole stated.

“No, write something.” You told him with a smile.

“Okay. Fine.”

“Show the boards on the count of three. One, two, three!”

On Cole’s board was a drawing of you and him with flowers surrounding you and on yours it said, “Will you marry me?” with a ring drawn on it.

“Do you mean that?” Cole asked, his jaw hanging low in shock.

“Yes! Of course! I know it’s not a normal proposal, but when have we ever been normal?”

“Let’s get married! Oh my god, baby, let’s get married.” Cole exclaimed, pulling you towards him before locking lips with you and the audience went wild.

All that waiting and all those pictures he posted of you to get to that point seemed like nothing to Cole in that moment. 

anonymous asked:

omG please please do their first kiss

I sure hope you meant snowbaz bc that is what i drew. 

i don’t have the book, i foisted it on my friend as soon as i was done so she could be forcefed the awesome read it. as such I only remember the gist of their first kiss scene, mostly the angst. 

and that folks is the first time ive ever drawn anyone or anything kissing oh my god how do jaws and necks work

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~Day 11 of Halloween~

Happy’s POV

“Daddy! You put them in too long!!” Kida and Marie whined. Well, mainly Kida since Marie was only 4 and didn’t really understand how burning the marshmallows were a bad thing. Kida being 6 and headstrong like her mother, scolded me for burning them and Marie followed her example by putting her hands on her hips and giving me a very terrifying look for a 4 year old.


“I know, princesses. I’ll make up another batch.” I said trying to appease them. They seemed satisfied with that answer and stopped glaring at me. I sighed in relief and started on melting more marshmallows making sure to pay extra attention to them so they wouldn’t burn. I already had the other ingredients out to make the oreo rice krispie treats.


I took the marshmallows out and and had the girls help me mix everything together. We put it in the pan for it to set then we started on our second project, Pudding Monster packs.


We started off with making a big batch of vanilla pudding that I had to stop the girls from eating. We put them in five separate bowls, giving each bowl a different color before putting them in little half cups.


Next was the fun step, we all went to the table and I gave all of us sharpies. We each had an equal amount leaving some for you when you got home. We drew faces on the cups and made them into monsters.


We made all sorts of monsters and once the faces were done we put a layer of sprinkles on top just for fun. The girls and I had fun and set them in the fridge after we made their faces.


After that, I started cutting the set Rice krispie treats into different shaped tombstones. The girls were coloring in a coloring book so I wasn’t paying too close attention, until I heard Marie start meowing. I turned around to find Marie coloring her nose with the sharpie, having already drawn whiskers on her face.


“Fuck! No!” I dropped the knife onto the Krispie treats and quickly came over to grab the sharpie from her then the one from Kida as I noticed she was drawing tiger stripes on her arm. I picked up mine too and put them in a drawer.


Fuck…. The girls were scary but you, you were a whole new level of scary and you were going to kill me for this. Oh god… what was I going to do?


“Okay princesses… bathroom!” I told them and ushered them in there. I set Kida on the toilet and took a washcloth out. I got it wet and put soap on it, I took Kida’s arm and gently tried to get the stripes off.


After about a minute of trying, nothing happened and I stopped. I set the washcloth down with a sigh. I wasn’t even going to try with Marie. I was definitely dead as soon as you got home which apparently was now since the front door was opening.


“Mommy!” Kida and Marie screamed and ran to greet you. I trailed behind slowly.


“What happened to you two?” I heard you laugh, and I smiled. Maybe you wouldn’t be mad. I saw you kneeling next to the girls with a smile. “My little monsters, giving daddy a heart attack, huh?”


The girls giggled and you laughed too. Apparently all three of you knew me way too well. You picked up Marie and put her on your hip while taking Kida’s hand and lead them to our bedroom. I followed behind and watched as you set them on the bed. Going to your vanity, you grabbed makeup remover and somehow managed to gently wipe off the sharpie.


“Oil based makeup remover.” You answered the question you knew I had. You smirked at me and winked.


“I love you.” I told you.


“I love you too.” You smiled and blew me a kiss, the girls giggled at that.


“Momma! We made you treats!” Marie told her.


“You did?” You asked excitedly. “Well, let’s go see!” You helped them off the bed after you finished wiping the sharpie off. They each took one of your hands and lead you to the kitchen, you pecked my lips quickly as you passed.


They showed you the monster pudding cups first which you adored. Then the showed you the krispie treats that I hadn’t even finished cutting. You laughed and had me and the girls sit at the table. You finished cutting the treats then grabbed the icing I already had made.


You brought them both over and separated them evenly for the girls and then took some for us. You brought our plate over and sat on my lap, kissing me softly. I smiled and pulled you into a deep kiss.


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Paint Me Like One of Your French Girls

Request: What if the reader was an animation student (I’m an animation student in Ohio) and she had an assignment for a class where she needs a nude model? So she asks Steve to be her model and she had him do a few sexual poses. (I just need some gold old smut and some thigh riding xD…) I can always request something else, if need be!

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Thigh Riding (one of my damn weaknesses), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), language. Watch your ovaries, ladies.

Originally posted by luvinchris




Going to school, as an avenger, was no easy task. Going to school isn’t easy as it is, I have to save the world on the side, too! Sleep isn’t coming to me very easy these days.

The time currently reads 2:33AM and I’m wide awake.

I’ve been trying to sleep for the past hour and a half, and it’s been fighting me. Sleep isn’t going to be coming any time soon.

Groaning, I drag myself out of bed, and run down to the kitchen for a glass of water.

On to the way to the kitchen, I hear someone grunting coming from the training room.

‘I’d know that sound anywhere.’

Walking into the training room,  I lean up against the wall. This is always a pretty sight. I could watch this all day long.

“You just gonna stand there and stare, (Y/N)?” Steve turns and smiles at me.

Sweat beads drip down his temple and into his tight shirt. (You know the one ;)

“S-sorry Steve, it’s kinda hard not to.” Chuckling, he unwraps his hands after his assault on the punching bag.

“It’s alright, (Y/N). Can’t sleep?”

“No, sleep avoids me at all costs these days.”

“I understand, doll. Did you need something?” Blushing, I play with the hem of my shirt.

“Um, I didn’t, but now that I think about it, maybe you could help me with something?”

“Sure, (Y/N) what can I help you with?”

“I have a project in my class due next week and I haven’t even started it yet, I haven’t had any inspiration. But I think I just did.”

He chuckles.

“Alright, what do you need me to do?”

“Well, don’t look so excited yet, you might not want to once I tell you what I need.”

“Well I’m sure it can’t be that bad.”

“I need a nude model.”

Steve looks up, stopping unwrapping his hands in the middle of his second one.

“A nude model? Like, naked?”

I laugh, he’s so cute.

“Yes, Steve. That’s what nude means.”

“Uh, um. Are you sure you want me?”

‘Oh God…oh God, oh boy do I…’

“Of course I WANT to, Steve. I wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t. Like I said, I didn’t have inspiration, but I just struck it.”

He drinks out of his water bottle.

“Uh, a-alright. When do we do this?” I can tell he’s really nervous.

“Steve, you don’t have to if you don’t want to..I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”

“It’s alright, (Y/N), I’ll be fine. We can do this.” I feel like he’s trying to convince himself, rather than tell me.

“Alright, you wanna do this right now? We’re both exhausted but having trouble finding sleep, why not try to get some type of work done.”

Steve smiles.

“Alright, doll. Lead the way.” Steve runs his fingers through his hair, carrying his water bottle with him.

“Come on then” Steve follows me.

-

Steve and I make it to my room where I keep all my art supplies.

“Alright Steve, let’s get this done.” Steve gulps and looks up at you through his eyelashes.

“That means you need to get nude, Stevie.”

“O-oh, okay.”

“I’ll turn around if that makes you feel better.” I turn my back to him to give him some privacy.

I hear him rustle around with his clothes before he speaks.

“I-I’m ready.”

I turn around and ho-ly shit. God this man is so fucking gorgeous, like my God.

“O-okay. Sorry, I’m gonna try to be professional about this,” My eyes drag over him one more time. “But oh my, God..this is gonna be difficult.” Steve has a deep blush going on, from his neck to his ears to his face.

“Don’t be shy, Steve. Believe me, you have nothing to be nervous about. Wow.”

He drags his lip between his teeth.

“Alright, (Y/N) whats my first pose?” Oh yeah, we’re doing work.

“Um, just sit on the bed for now, almost like you’ve just come out of bed and are trying to wake yourself up.”

He sits down, he has his legs pushed together, as if he’s trying to keep himself hidden.

“Steve, the whole point of a nude model is the NUDE part.” I smirk and raise my eyebrow.

He draws in a big breath and spreads his legs, his large member (even when it’s soft) lays flaccid against  his leg. He hangs to the left, I take note.

‘Oh my, Captain. He must be massive.’

I drag my lip between my teeth, and getting to work. As I’ve drawn him, I’ve noticed his dick has started to harden.

‘Oh God I should have known this was going to be so fucking hard, no pun intended, me.’

I clench my thighs together, trying to relieve some pressure.

“Alright Steve, I have an idea.”

He leans up, resting his elbows on his knees.

“What do you need me to do, doll?” His voice has gotten deeper, sexier. If that was even possible.

“Would you be willing to do some sex positions for me?” His eyebrow raises.

“Sex positions? How am I supposed to do that alone?” I chuckle.

“I’ll show you, Stevie.”

Guiding him as best as I can into some, rather compromising positions, I begin to draw him.

He is standing up now, with his cock in his right hand, and I’ve told him to make it look like he’s thrusting into someones tight, wet heat. Oh God at this point, my cunt is soaked. I need him, I need something. I can’t even focus right now. His cock is so hard…so long and so thick…fuck this, I want him.

“S-Steve?”

He turns his head to look at me.

“Yeah?”

“I have another idea.”
“Tell me.” He’s almost breathless, and I can tell he’s becoming desperate too.

“Sit down on the bed, lean back on your arms and spread your legs.

He does what I ask, no questions asked.

Oh how I want nothing more than to jump on top of him, and slide my wet pussy down his massive cock.

But I wanna play a bit first, if he’ll allow it…

“I-I wanna try something…is that okay?”

“Do whatever you need, doll.” I know that’s a welcoming invitation.

Stripping out of my own clothes, all except panties, I understood why he was so shy. This is nerve wracking.

However, seeing his reaction tells me I have nothing to worry about.

“Have you ever had someone ride your thigh, Steve?” Biting my lip, I bring myself on top of him, straddling his left thigh.

“No…can’t say I have, (Y/N) but I have a feeling it’s going to be quite a beautiful site.”

I bring myself down on his thigh, the friction from his thigh and my panties against my cunt is almost too much to bear.

“Oh fuck, Steve.” He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer to him, bringing his mouth to mine, our tongues dance together, battling for dominance.

I begin to grind myself against his thigh, slowly at first, back and forth, back and forth until I feel myself about to cum. He can tell I’m close as I go faster and faster, chasing that sweet release.

He suddenly flips me over, stopping my assault on his thigh.

“F-fuck Stevie, why did you stop me?” he growls.

“If you’re gonna come you’re gonna cum around my cock. I saw the way you were admiring it, doll. What, never seen a cock as big as this?” He grabs his cock and smacks it against my clit a few times.

“God, Steve please. Please fuck me.” I’m never one to beg for anything, but I need this…

He smirks.

“You never answered me, (Y/N)”

“No Steve, I’ve never seen a cock as big or as pretty as yours and I want in inside of me, so deep.” He groans, and shoves his cock into me. Slowly at first, then a little faster.

“More Steve, I can take all of it, I want it all.”

“Yeah? You want me balls deep inside your cunt baby?”

God vulgar Steve is a good Steve.

“Yes, please, all the way.” He does just that, all the way until his balls lay against my ass.

Thats when he starts going rough. Hard, rough, fast. This is pure raw fucking and nothing more.

And it’s so fucking hot.

“God Steve I’m about to cum!”

“Yes baby, let it out, don’t hold back. Cum on my cock, I’m right behind you.”

A few more sloppy thrusts later we’re both coming apart at the same time.

“God that was amazing, doll…”

“Oh yes, God that was everything I was hoping it would be…”

“You’ve thought about sleeping with me before, doll?”

“Oh God so many times, Captain.” I say captain a little seductively.

He takes in a sharp intake of breath. I smirk, looking into his eyes.

“Oh? Someone likes to be called captain in the bedroom, too hmm? Oh man, I can’t wait till our next time.” I run my finger down his spine.

“If you don’t behave yourself doll we’re gonna have round two before you’re ready…”

I laugh and kiss him on the cheek.

“Did you get what you needed before we got distracted, doll?”

“Yes, Cap. It’s perfect…thank you.”

We lay down in my bed, still nude.

“Stay with me for the night?”

“I’ll stay with you forever.” We end the night with a deep, passionate kiss.

I have a feeling I’ll get an A+ ;)

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anonymous asked:

Gladio breaking up with his s/o before they're setting off on the account of knowing how dangerous it'll be even though he's crazy for them. But then Insomnia falls and he can't reach them and vice versa. During the 10 years of darkness they meet, Gladio still nursing a flame for his s/o. He finds his former s/o did move on but they never fell in love again. They never found anyone they connected with as well as they did with Gladio and tell him as such.

This was such a good idea Nonnie, I had fun writing it! Though I’m sorry it’s so long.I hope you enjoy!

Gladio x Reader
SFW
WC: 4160 

-

“What do you mean I can’t go with you?” 

The voice felt like a thousand knives piercing his heart. He had never heard so much pain in it before, even after their long time together, and it was all because of him. Gladio could hardly bare to look at you, your pained expression only plunging the knife in deeper.

“You heard me. I can’t let you go. It’s far too dangerous, there’s a chance that we won’t make it back alive. I can’t let you suffer the same fate.”

“Oh great, you can’t let me suffer that fate, but I have to be okay with you swanning off to your possible death?”

Gladio frowned, his gaze finally dropping to the floor. He knew that this was going to happen, that you wouldn’t just agree without a fight. It was one of the reasons he loved you so god damn much. Your spirt and passion were definitely what drew him to you, and then bam that was it. Like a moth drawn to a flame, he couldn’t deny his feelings. You were his partner, always there to lend an ear after a stressful day, to get feisty and stand up for yourself and sometimes even him, to stay together and just be. But now, when that connection might put you in danger? Never. Not on his watch.

“It’s my duty. It isn’t yours. I know you won’t understand-”

“Oh no I understand just fine Gladiolus. I understand.” There was venom in your words now, choosing to cling to anger rather than the crippling heart ache you knew was just lurking underneath your angry words.

“You don’t think I’ll last five minutes out there do you? So what, you’re just going to… to walk away from me? From us?”

Gladio winced at your words, as if they were causing him physical pain. It certainly felt like they were, right to his heart. All that training, and this person can get me defenceless and vulnerable in under five minutes

He dreaded saying what he had to next. He knew the anguish it would cause, for he would feel it too. He knew just what face they would make, knew that there surely could be no coming back from this.

But it’s my dutyAnd I can’t drag them down with me, it was never their choice. He tried to tell himself for the millionth time, none of those times ever making him feel even remotely better. Yet he still lifted his head to look you directly in your eyes as it was the least he could do. Your warm, bright eyes alight with such passion and anger…

Gods above he was really going to fucking miss you.

“I guess that I am. If it keeps you safe.”

You were stunned for a few seconds, frozen at the confirmation of your worst fears. But there it was. He was leaving you, and that was that. Gladio watched as the light dimmed from your eyes and your shoulders slumped, as if this very conversation had aged you. Sucked all the fight from your body.

He hated himself that he did that to you. Bile rose in his throat, and it took every ounce of strength he had not to rush over to you, to take you in his arms and tell you he wouldn’t leave. Anything to see the hurt go away.

“I see.” Is all you said, your voice breaking on the last word. Gladio took a step forward without thinking, hand outstretched to rest on your shoulder, such a familiar and warm feeling. But he stopped in his tracks as you stepped back, like the one move repulsed you.  

“Then I guess… this is goodbye then Gladio.” And with that you turned, all the energy and anger completely zapped from your body, leaving room for the crippling emptiness to work its way around. You felt numb.

Gladio watched with a heavy heart as his lover walked away from him, slowly becoming a speck in the distance, never once looking back.

-

He was struggling to stay calm, his stomach a whirling pit of nausea as he strode forcefully over to the regalia, the others in tow.

Insomnia Falls.

The words whirled round his brain until they were a blur, until they had lost all meaning. He was only certain of one thing, they had to get back. It was hard to attempt to keep calm on the outside, telling Noctis to not worry just yet. But god damn it was he feeling the same.

I said to stay because they’d be safer… tch, what a fucking fool.

His heart was beating furiously, and although Ignis was really putting his foot down it just didn’t seem anywhere near fast enough. He’d left his lover in Insomnia, he had really thought that it would have been the safest place for them… if anything had happened… The guilt would be too much. And what had become of his sister? If he were to lose his only family… both you and her…

“Why? Why does he have to die?” The furious voice of Noctis came from the left side of Gladiolus, and although he was feeling something similar, a spark of anger prompted his reply.

Don’t say that! Don’t say that until we know for sure! There’s always a chance.”

Noctis blinked at his sudden outburst, not realising that he was saying those words for Noctis just as much as he was for himself. Nothing has been confirmed yet, we don’t know yet… He played it over in his mind like a mantra, the only thing he focused on. They couldn’t be dead… not yet.

“Gladiolus is right, we need to see for ourselves.” Ignis agreed from the front of the car, also oblivious to the other reasons to his words of comfort.

“I guess you’re right…” Noctis muttered.

I pray to the six I am.

Finally the car stopped with a lurch and Gladio was the first one out in the pouring rain. Nothing could stop him now. He charged forward, swinging his great sword with a power he didn’t know he had, thoughts of you and Iris the only thing he could focus on. The few imperial guards stationed around the side entrance had no chance. Gladio cut through them as if they were nothing, as if he was slicing through the fog.

“Gladio! Watch it!” Prompto called, but the dark haired man was already on it, knocking the on coming guard flying and out of the way.

“Uh… looks like you’ve got this!” Prompto amended sheepishly, and carried on with his own attack.

Rain drenched his shirt through, his hair sticking to his face as he fought but nothing could keep him from his goal. And finally they reached the hill over looking Insomnia, over looking their home. He stood silently, sending his sword away as he watched the smoke rise to the sky from the destroyed city. And he knew in his heart, that all was lost.

-

10 years. 10 freaking years had passed, and still there was no sign of Noctis. Gladiolus was beginning to get impatient, but Ignis as always was the voice of reason, saying they had no clue what was happening to him in this time, and they just had to wait.

But Gladio was sick of waiting. The nights had stretched on and on until the sun just didn’t rise anymore, daemons appearing from every path except for the few remaining safe heavens. He just wanted it to be over, wanted everyone safe. He thought back to Iris, staying once more in the safety of Lestallum. Thank the gods she had been safe on that fateful day. Though, someone else hadn’t been that lucky…

The familiar feeling of dread and guilt swirled in his stomach.

Yep, it had been 10 years. But not a single one of those years had diminished what he had felt for his lover. Not a day passed where he didn’t think about them, where he didn’t wish he could go back and change his choice. Where he didn’t ask for their forgiveness.

I would change it all, I was wrong to make you stay. I would take it all back in an instant, I promise.

After coming into contact with Iris, Gladio had searched everywhere for his lover. Every place the group had gone to, he asked locals about you, showed them a small picture of the both of you he hadn’t been able to let go. It was crinkled and faded, worn from the numerous time he had shoved it in and out of his pocket. But he had never let go, and never stopped looking until… until the darkness fell. However, he had never truly moved on. There was just no one else who lighted that passion in him like you had, that spurred him on like you had, that was anything at all like you. There was no replacement for you, he had well and truly lost you. And it had all been his fault. Had he not been duty bound to protect Noctis, he would have walked away.

The young prince would never have known how hard it had been for Gladio to see him retreat into his shell after Luna had died. How he had needed Noctis to stand up for himself, to continue with his task, to persevere as best he could. Because Gladio had had to do it, so he could continue to protect Noctis. And seeing the prince so locked away just brought it all back for him. When he lost his someone.

The familiar anger bubbled in his veins, an easier way to deal with the pain he still felt after all this time. “Argh!” He cried, swinging his fist into the first tree he could find in the empty wasteland.

Where are those daemons, I need to fight with something right now.

As if answering his prayers, a noise that resembled a steely door dragging on its hinges echoed behind him. Turning around, he watched one giant red fist reach out of the swirling purple floor, a sword following it.

A red giant.

Hell yes.

The daemon finally pulled itself out of the ground, shrieking and swinging its sword menacingly. It was a lot bigger than any other red giant Gladio had faced, but at the moment, he didn’t care. Anger had built up like it so usually did when he thought about his past mistake, a mistake that had cost you your life, that it clouded his better judgement. Without waiting to assess the situation, Gladio ran straight in to the fight, brandishing his sword and aiming straight for the giant’s head. It shrieked and swung for him, a huge fist barely dodging the man. But he wasn’t perturbed, and used that moment to jump up and bring his sword down on the monster’s wrist. It wailed in pain as Gladio landed on his feet easily.

Huh, ridiculous. He almost scoffed.

His muscles sang at the feeling of being used, his body coiled and ready to spring. He could feel the anger slowly leaving his body with every swing of his sword, as it so usually did when fighting daemons. It made him feel so much better – much more able to deal with his emotions. With the familiar feeling of his anger evaporating, Gladio went in for one last strike – but failed to notice the opposite arm swinging towards him.

Ugh!” Gladio huffed as he collided with the giant’s arm, the wind rushing behind him as he flew through the air and struck one of the trees in the waste land. The impact winded him, causing him to cough as he struggled to catch his breath. Footsteps shook the ground beneath him as the giant strode ever closer.

Shit… I can’t die here, get up! Never give in!

Even chanting his mantra, the man struggled to get to his feet, his sword suddenly feeling so heavy in his hands. The giant finally loomed above him, ready to strike once more.

No… this can’t be it.

Suddenly there was another sound, drawing the giant’s attention away from the winded man on the ground. Looking up Gladio saw it – a figure, streaking through the night. He couldn’t place it, it definitely wasn’t Iggy who although was adept at fighting daemons, couldn’t jump so gracefully through the air such as this silhouette was. Prompto – well, grace wasn’t that guys forte.

The shadow quickly dodged through the air, missing an attack from the giant by mere inches. Winded as he was, Gladio still found himself to be impressed by the sheer grace and speed this person had. It couldn’t have even been Aranea, their armour wasn’t the same. And yet, watching their graceful attack on the giant with a short sword, Gladio couldn’t shake the feeling that this person was so familiar.

Who the heck are you?

The shadow danced around the giant to stand behind its back, and leapt into the air, sword brandished ready. In one swift move they had plunged it into the beast’s back, and with a great shrill the daemon fell to the ground, dissolving into the same purple goo in which it had appeared.

Without realising it, Gladio had managed to regain his normal breathing pattern and had been watching the figure move with an astounded expression. Finally, he managed to get to his feet and headed towards the figure ready to thank them, but their voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Not usually like you to need my help, big guy.”  The person stepped forward, removing their protective face guard finally. And Gladio’s knees gave way, hitting the floor with a dull sound.

[N…Name]…?”

With a tentative smile, you stepped forward towards the slumped figure. He was exactly the same as you remembered him – in top physical form of course, though he seemed to have acquired more scars than you remembered. Still sans shirt, and still with hair that he stubbornly refused to get cut, now with an added ponytail. You couldn’t help it – a brilliant smile broke out on you face, remembering how you used to run your fingers through those black tresses, teasing him about how it would just get in his eyes while fighting and that he’d look like a daemon soon.

Gladio’s eyes were shinning, wet from the tears collecting in the corners of his eyes. He couldn’t believe it, there they were, stood right in front of him. Alive. It was like his heart had imploded, years of regret and guilt, love and longing had just burst through his self-inflicted barricade. It was too much.

“[Name]…” He breathed again, like your name was just a wonder to even be saying again.

“Wow, no one has called me that in a long time.”

Gently, you stepped forward towards Gladio, your hand outstretched to rest on his shoulder. But before you could, he caught hold of your hand and pulled you towards him, pulling you in a tight hug. You didn’t complain, your arms looping around his shoulders, burying your face into his neck and his ever growing mane. He still smelled the same. Familiar, warm. Your Gladio.

You weren’t sure how long you both stayed there, arms wrapped around each other. It was like you had been starved of each other’s touch, neither of you wanted to let go. And you were pretty sure you could feel Gladio’s silent tears drop into your hair. After a while you pulled back, remembering where you were and that another Red Giant could pop up at anytime. As you pulled back you could see the desperation in Gladio’s eyes – he wasn’t ready to let you go yet. And that thought alone made you feel warm in a way you hadn’t done for a long time.

“We should get out of here.” You suggested, and finally Gladio stood up, wiping any stray remaining tears away.

“I know a place.”

-

The old café had really been decked out, boxes of ammo lying around rather than tables and chairs, but you and Gladio managed to find some seats from somewhere. When the both of you arrived at Hammerhead, a tall man in aviators and a shorter blonde man had gone to greet Gladio, but he just waved his hand as if to say not now, later. The blonde man’s gaze had followed you quizzically.

You guessed Gladio hadn’t mentioned you to them.

“Who are they?” You asked as you sat down inside the warm repurposed café.

“Oh, they are my friends who I left on my journey with.” Gladio was a little hesitant to talk about this subject you could tell. The last time you guys had seen each other…

“Oh… well, I’ve heard about what has happened to the king of course. The star scourge… I never would have guessed anything like this would have happened.” You gave Gladio a sly smile. “Never would have guessed that one day you’d be relying on me to save your life either.”

At that, a spark finally twinkled in Gladio’s eyes – a familiar one.

“Well, I had done most of the work for you beforehand of course.” He grinned at you, his usual cheeky grin that you had loved so much.

“Get lost, had you even touched it?” You teased back.

“Of course, you only had to hit it twice.”

Your heart was racing. It was just like old times, like how your relationship had been before all of this had started. It was crazy how much you had missed it.

Gladio’s warm brown eyes never left yours, but his smile faded slightly. You knew what was coming.

“What… what happened?” His voice was soft, though still as deep and as gruff as you remembered it.

“It… well, it all went wrong as you know when the Nifs decided to throw the treaty out of the window. But while they were out wrecking things I… I managed to slip away in the carnage. I got out. Battered and bruised, but I got out.”

Seemingly without thinking, Gladio’s large hand came to rest atop yours.

“I just ran. Kept going until I came to somewhere with other people in it. I got questions of course, but I decided to change my name. I didn’t want to be tracked down by the empire or anything similar. And Gladio…I tried. I really tried to get a hold of you but I couldn’t for some reason. You were probably travelling all over on your ‘quest with the prince’ as you put it.”

You could feel his hand tighten on top of yours, and you knew in an instant he blamed himself. And of course, you were right.

All these years I have been moping… while my lover was still out there? Gladio could feel himself getting angry at his own actions, but had to stop himself in an instant. There is your lover now. Alive. In front of you! And at that thought, his annoyance left. He focused solely on you.

“So how did you… how did you get to be so good at fighting?”

You had to repress a smirk at that one.

“I decided I couldn’t just sit back and do nothing. Also, if I ever was caught by the empire I wanted a way to fight back. So I asked a few hunters to train me, and I’ve been slaying daemons ever since.”

“You…you’re a hunter?”

“I am indeed, Rank 10 I’ll have you know.” You told him proudly.

Gladio was impressed. He was beyond impressed. Though he wasn’t really surprised.

That is just like them… not to take things sitting down. What did I expect, them to cower for 10 years? The fondness he felt for you and the love just overwhelmed him. Gods did he want to kiss you right then and there. But he stopped, an odd and unwelcome thought striking him.

“So, did you ever… y’know. Did you meet someone?” It was very rare for Gladio to ever become nervous, but this was definitely one of those times. He was almost afraid of the answer.

The question made you smile.

“No… I mean, I stopped thinking I’d ever be able to track you down but… there was never anyone else for me. How about you?” You felt the same as he did, nervous to know the answer. But it came as a big relief to you as he shook his head.

“There never could be anyone else for me. [Name], I searched for you too. I wanted to know if you had made it out of there, but I was asking by your old name not knowing you would change it. Oh, and I also used this.” Gladio withdrew his hand to search for something in his pocket, finally setting the item down in front of you. Picking it up, you gasped.

“You kept this…?”

It was an old looking photo now, worn down and faded. The two of you stood in front of the castle gates smiling into the camera as some stranger you had stopped took the photo. Gladio’s hair was so short… and you had changed so much over the years.

“No wonder they didn’t recognise me.” You whispered, voice thick with emotion.

“Yeah, we are pretty different now.”

Gently you gave the photo back to Gladio, unable to stop the tears from gathering in your eyes. He noticed straight away of course, the look sending shocks down his spine. It was true you may have both changed, but Gladio would have recognised that look anywhere. It transported him back, all the way to 10 years ago, when he told you he was leaving.

And without another moments thought, he was out of his chair and by your side, pulling you up into his arms once more. It was so warm, so cosy and familiar, so right.

“[Name], I know it’s taken 10 years but I know we were destined to find each other again. Can we please… please give it another go?” His voice was quiet, you could hear the regret in his tone, knew the desperation he felt. You felt it too.

“Of course Gladio. I’ve never connected with someone like I have you, not in 10 whole years.” You smiled, giddy with the feeling of surprise and love for the man in your arms.

Well, I never would have guessed this would happen when I woke up this morning.

“Uh… hey.” An awkward voice cut through your moment, and you and Gladio reluctantly let go of each other to face the voice. It was the blonde haired boy from earlier, looking rather sheepish and terribly embarrassed.

“Sorry to interrupt, but Gladio I’ve just got a call from Talcott. Noctis is back.”

Even though you hadn’t really known the king that much, or as he was back then the prince, you knew how big of a deal his return was. Everyone would. It signified the possible end of the star scourge.

“Thank you Prompto, I’ll be out in a minute.”

The guy called Prompto nodded, then scurried off back outside. You turned to face Gladio once more, feeling his excitement from the prospect of the king’s return. He gazed at you also, his hand resting on either one of your shoulders.

“I know it’s only been a short while, but when Noctis returns I will need to leave-”

“Oh no, no way Gladiolus Amicitia. You are not doing this to me again, especially not after we have just found each other. I’m going with you.”

“[Name], no. We’ve just found each other – exactly! I can’t lose you again.”

“Gladio, I can do this. I’ve gotten stronger, just trust me on this.”

Gladio held you at arms length, looking straight into your [e/c] eyes. There it was, that oh so familiar passion, that determination that he loved so much. Sure, physically you may have changed, but you were still that head strong, loving person he had fallen for all those years ago. And your words echoed in his brain, causing him to think back on his last mistake and the words he had thought to himself mere hours ago – ‘I would take it all back in an instant, I promise.’

He heaved a sigh, but when he looked at you once more he was smiling.

“It’s gonna be hard work.”

“Great.”

“It’ll be dangerous.”

Excellent.”

“It will probably be the most gruelling fight of your life.”

“Bring it on.”

Gladio shook his head and smiled.

“And that is why I love you.”

Then he brought his lips down to yours for a swift kiss. They would go to this last battle together, and fight together. But that was the part that mattered most, after 10 whole years apart, they were finally going to be together again. And that made Gladio feel stronger than ever.

Movies? Sleep! - Miniminter Imagine

Y/N - Your Name

H/C - Hair Colour

Warnings? : None

Pairings : Miniminter x Y/N

Word Count : 889

Requested? : Yes! Submitted by @cracraforfandoms it’s not exactly what you requested but I hope you enjoy! X

I was in dire need to get this video done. When I say dire need, I mean that I asked my followers on twitter half an hour ago and came to the conclusion that I needed to upload seeing that I haven’t uploaded on my main channel in at least two days and even though my subscribers understand why, it just makes me feel like crap that I didn’t upload anything for them.

I let out an exasperated sigh as I plop down onto my gaming chair that was a GXRacer. Looking around at my desk, I decide to set up my tripod and camera.

Just as I go to start my intro, a knock comes from outside my room. “Come in!” I shout, I swivel around in my seat to see who it is. Instantly, silver locks emerge from the door and I feel my lips spread into a smile since it was my boyfriend of nearly two years, Simon Minter. “Oh my god. Hey babe! I thought you were filming with one of the guys today?” I ask the lanky male as I wrap my arms around him.

“They had to cancel unfortunately, so here I am!” Simon exclaims, not letting go of me.

“Si, please I need to film this video and I can’t do that if you just keep on holding onto me like a koala in a tree!” I exclaim to him.

“But Y/N I don’t want to let you go! I’ve missed you and I want to cuddle and watch some movies!” He whines to me and buries his head in my hair.

“We can do that,” Simon’s face lights up when I say the first half of the sentence. “After I record my video for my main channel and edit it,” I finish and his face just changes entirely.

“But?” Simon pleads.

“No buts Simon! Even if you have a good one I still need to record!” I speak sternly, raising my brows at him. Simon then pulls a sad face, the very one which he knows I cannot resist. “Fine! How about we make an agreement? You join the video, then after we are finished recording we can do whatever you want.” I reason with him and place my palms on his chest and glance up at him. His lips curve into a smile and he finally lets me go so I can get another gaming chair so both of us can sit down while filming.

“What video are we doing?!” Simon inquires to me while shouting.

“Uh, we can do a most likely to thingy,” I say while wheeling the chair into my room and I see Simon sat on my chair who was already scribbling down on paper our names. “Babe, how eager are you to be a teddy bear huh?” I question him and sit down next to him while also checking the camera.

“Y/N we’ve been going out for nearly two years, I think you would know by now!” Simon laughs, which causes me to let out a chuckle. Simon places a quick peck on my cheek and we get started into the video.

—-

After at least half an hour of filming, I turn off the camera and I face Simon who has a wide grin on his face that could rival the Cheshire Cat. “What film?” I ask with a sigh knowing that I would most likely fall asleep during the movie.

“You’ll see, I’m going to set it up. How about you get some snacks from the kitchen Y/N?” Simon speaks mischievously. I simply nod with a raised brow, confused with the tone since there wasn’t any movie genres that I wasn’t fond of. I shrug my shoulders and head down my stairs towards the kitchen, heading directly for my snack cupboard for when Simon and I have movie nights and similar things.

Not even paying attention to what I was getting, I grab a few bags and venture back upstairs towards my room to find Simon on the bed and the curtains drawn along with the only light emitting from the screen in front of him. I throw the snacks at my boyfriend and he makes a hilarious noise when a bag of Yorkie buttons hit him in the face. “Oh my god, Si I am so sorry,” I say with my left hand covering my mouth in attempt to try and not laugh at my boyfriend. He flips me off which causes me to let out my laughter and I launch myself into the bed.

Instantly, an arm wraps around my torso and I adjust my head so it’s on his chest. “This is great,” Simon mentions as he begins to tangle his fingers into my H/C locks.

Simon starts the movie and instantly with him playing with my hair I can already feel my eyes dropping and this didn’t help with the sleepless nights lately. Maybe I can just fall asleep, just this once during a movie. “Tired?” Simon asks me with a hushed tone, I mumble and incoherent thing that even I didn’t know what it was. He takes that as an answer and tightens his grip around me and adjusts himself and that was when I began to drift off to the sound of people talking in the distance.

Flowers For You - Sungwoon Au

- Admin Xion 

Originally posted by fatenumberfor


requested!
also i love this sm

Reader as a flower shop owner, gives out a single flower daily to passerbys and hands one to Sungwoon (if you could add in, Seongwoo, Jihoon and Daniel). They become smitten by the flower shop owner and go their everyday. Might pull a move on them.




- okay so you own a flower shop
- and lets pretend you have owned this shop for about 5 years or so
- and there’s always some remaining flowers left over
- and theres always someones day you can cheer up
- flowers is a simple gift that can express a lot
- from the colour, to the shape, and to that small little card
- and despite flowers may die at one point
- it’s a life worth giving to someone else
- or yourself
- so you began giving out a single left over flower out to passing by strangers
- either because you liked their smile
- or they looked like they were having a bad day
- the reason always varied
- so you were closing the shop and noticed you almost forgot to give a flower
- you headed over to the counter and chose the pink tulip that laid at the side of the table
- and just as you were about to exit the store to hand it off to someone
- a customer walks in
- “oh, welcome!” you happily greeted but
- you noticed their expression was a bit gloom
- and you know where this always goes
- a funeral
- “i’d like a small bouquet,” the high school student spoke
- from his uniform, he seemed to be going to the same school as you
- but he’s a grade higher so you rarely see him through the hallways
- “do you have any special occasion for this? and anything in particular you’d like?” you questioned as you suddenly became nervous
- “my friend really likes this girl and doesn’t know how to pick out a ,” the male spoke as he chuckled a bit
- “oh, i’m so sorry. the flowers can either be a custom made bouquet or one already on the sides,” you spoke softly
- he nodded as he slowly observed each and every flower and chose the small red roses as he came to the cashier and paid
- you noticed two people outside sitting on the outside seating area
- and one in your eyes stood out to you
- he kept on laughing and was able to cheer up the guy beside him whom looked like having a bad day
- “oh, that’s sungwoon, if you were wondering. and the guy beside him is jihoon and seongwoo, and i’m daniel. y/n right? you go to shujin?” he asks as he laid a $30 onto the table
- “sungwoon? as in ha sungwoon? i used to go to middle school with him,” you spoke as you opened the cash register and gave him $7 back
- “he’s a really nice friend,” he spoke as he took his flower
- just as he was about to leave a sudden wave of urgent-ness(?) was flown over you
- “hey daniel,” you spoke
- “hm?”
- “this is gonna sound weird as fuck but stick with me okay?”
- “sure”
- “can you give this tulip to sungwoon? sometimes i have remaining flowers from a bouquet and i’ll give them out to people whom i think is nice or looks like they have a bad day,” you blurted as you suddenly felt an embarrassment wave hit you like a truck that wants to blow up
- “sure, i’ll make sure i’ll tell him that,” daniel spoke with a small chuckle
- you handed him off the pink tulip as he left the store
- from the store window you can see him handing it off as woojin smiled warmly
- they all teased him as they all walked off together
- tiME SKIP HOP JUMP
- so you were at school this time
- and someone was covering your shift at the shop
- when lunch came you saw a familiar group of faces
- daniel, jihoon, seongwoo and sungwoon
- they all made eye contact with you as you suddenly looked away and began shaking your leg for some odd reason
- you looked forward to the time you can get back into the shop again
- it was like your home
- you felt warm and safe in there
- after school ended
- you rushed towards there
- and as you got there you saw those four boys purchasing more flowers
- “damn this girl must be spoiled with cute guys and good flowers,” you thought to yourself
- you entered as they all turned their attention towards you
- “HI IM SEONGWOO” seongwoo blurted out loudly
- “IM JIHOON” jihoon added on
- “A-AND IM S-SUNGWOON,” sungwoon stuttered [in which you found adorable]
- “hello !” you said warmly as you went behind the counter
- the other employee there was a close friend of yours
- well more like close family friend
- so she wouldn’t have classes when you do so thats why she can take over
- “buying more flowers?” you asked as you placed on your apron
- “mmhm! sungwoon here has a bIGGG cru-”
- “shhh” jihoon said as he slapped daniel
- “hEY DONT HIT YOUR HYUNG LIKE THAT YOU-”
- “you what?” jihoon asked as he rose an eyebrow at seongwoo
- “ahh fuck,” seongwoo groaned
- you slightly laughed to their odds and quirks of their friendship
- “who are the flowers for??” you asked
- “someoneee,” sungwoon said as he took out his wallet
- “it’s for valentines day,” daniel said as he coughed cASUALLY
- “damm, this girl must be special,” you said
- “hey y/n right?” sungwoon asked
- suddenly at the corner of your eyes you can see daniel, jihoon and seongwoo slowly backing away from the store
- “mmhm, weren’t we in the same class throughout middle school?” you asked in a happy tone that came out naturally
- “yup! it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” he stated as a small smile appeared on his face
- “oh my god i remember when we used to make all these goals and wishes for the future, those were insane,” you spoke as sungwoon paid for the flowers and you gave him his change
- “they were, but you were also the dreamer type, so,”
- “awhh you remembered that,”
- “of course i did, i mean- you always talked about owning a flower shop,”
- “and thanks for that flower yesterday, it was beautiful,” he spoke. memories came flooding back into your mind of all the times you and sungwoon hung out together. you both extremely enjoyed your time together but when highschool hit, you both parted ways and his name seemed to be a faded memory in your mind
- “anyways, is it for an celebration or something?” you asked
- “nah, valentines day is tomorrow,” he spoke
- “oH FUCK REALLY?” you asked, completely forgetting that tomorrow was valentines
- “dude theres legit valentines decorations in the hallways, are you still asleep 24/7?”
- “y u p”
- “wahh still a dweeb,”
- “fuck off sungwoon,”
- “never,” he teased
- “anyways, i should get going,” sungwoon spoke
- you nodded as he headed off with his friends
- TIME SKIP
- you went to school like normal but this time you could vISABLY see a bunch of couples and shit because of the valentines day theme ¡ [i love being single]
- but during lunch you were told to go to room 208 for some odd reason
- opening the door you saw a bunch of the familiar flowers from the bouquet, from the shop all laid down nicely onto the floor as you made your way through the pathway, like a fairy tale
- you were greeted with sungwoon who was a bit flustered but you found it cute in some way
- “uhh, do you remember that assignment we did in 5th grade on what we want in the future?” he asked as he scratched the back of his neck
- “mmhm, and how i said i didnt want my sheet of paper and gave it to you, but told you not to open it 5 years later,”
- “told me not to open it 5 years later,” you both said in synced
- “well, it’s been 5 years and i opened it,”
- “oh god, i still remember what i wrote,” you said with the slightest chuckle as you could feel your cheeks burning from embarrassment
- “i wrote how i wanted to have a boyfriend like you in the future,” you mumbled to yourself
- “well, you know what i wrote?” he asks
- you shook your head as he grabs a piece of folded paper from his back pocket and hands it off to you
- you slowly open the piece of paper as you saw a picture drawn and coloured in pencil crayons of a boy and a girl holding hands with a heart in the middle
- “i want y/n to be my girlfriend in the future!” the paper said