oooh i love you

anonymous asked:

im just going to confess something here: i love when misha or jensen starts a joke and then the other one finishes it, in a way. i don't know if you get me? thanks for reading this tho :)

Oooh no – I get you! And I love it too!

Like when one says something snarky,  so the other plays right along …

Or when they tell that same damn story a million FUCKING times, and the other always has to give a performance just so we all know what they’re talking about …  never realizing that YES, WE ALWAYS KNOW WHAT THE FUCK THEY’RE TALKING ABOUT!

Or when they just forget that other people are around at all …

Or when they take turns telling the same story, finding new ways to tease each other as they go …

Or when they use props to help make a joke …

Or the times that you’re pretty sure they scripted something– just for an easy laugh …

Or when they actually have a script right in front of them,  but they both get the same idea on how to make it funnier …

But most of all,  I love the times when it’s obvious that they know the other so damn well,  that they don’t even have to be making eye contact in order to make us crack up…

So yeah,  Nonny– I totally get you.

😉

anonymous asked:

Oooh, if you could, for the couples meme I would LOVE to see G with Swan Queen. If you're comfortable with nsfw I think I would die. Or just undies. Or clothes. Whichever. I'd love it either way. Preferably Regina on the bottom, but I'd accept whatever you're comfortable with. You're my favorite Swan Queen artist.

It’s super funny that the only asks I got about the couples meme was for pose G. 

That being said I COULDN’T NOT DO BOTH (also thank you so much - I don’t draw for SQ much anymore but I’m so thankful that people still follow me because of the art I’ve done).

Swan Queen had a super rough week. ;__; I feel like we all need a little joy. Heads and chins up, SQ. 

NSFW here 

Bilgewaters-shadows Meme

To all the fat or chubby girls that are self-conscious:

Go to the closest mirror and look at yourself. Look at those cute chubby cheeks. Poke them. Aren’t they amazing? They are so cute and beautiful.
Look at your eyes - maybe they look boring from far away, but if you get a close look you see the galaxies in them. Go! Look at it! They’re gorgeous!
And your hair! Oooh your hair! It is sooo pretty! Look at it! It doesn’t matter if it’s straight or curly or something in between. If it’s smooth or very messy! It’s so beautiful!
Now go further - look at your body. At your sweet chubby arms. Do you know how many people they have comforted? How many soft and warm hugs you’ve given people? Oooh I’d love to be hugged by you!
And your belly - is it big? Yes? No? It doesn’t matter. Poke it. Isn’t it soft? It’s so nice to sit on your lap when you’re like some soft and amazing pillow! You are just all soft and sweet and aaah I love you so much!!
And your legs. Do you think they’re too short? Too long? Too fat? Nah. Your legs are amazing! Think of those cute little fluffly animals with fluffy legs or paws. Do you think their legs are ugly? No. So why should yours be?
You’re gorgeous.
No, maybe you are not skinny, maybe you are not the standard model. But you are so beautiful and pretty.
Stop looking at what’s wrong, and start looking at what’s beautiful.
Because there is so much more.

Shipppp babbyyy-

Geno (loverofpiggies) and reaper (renrink)

Bois name is Lorelai yeah I knowww, shhh, he kinda does that anyway I guess?

Anywayyy, this kid mannn, he is dead inside and doesn’t care anymoRE. Usually he keeps his cloak thingyyyy closed completely but I opened it a lil so you could kinda see his clothes underneath.

The ends of his cloak thing trail off in some weird smoke ooor something ??? And his scarf is constantly movng like wind is blowing, not that much but I wanted to show that there are two sides to it aND that ittt goes off in little strands of the fabric that usually fade away, like smoke or steam does, idk how to describe it

His right eye glitches from time to time but not usually, it happens more often when he is feeling more emotions.

I’ve heard that is you touch Reaper you diE so this kid inherited that, so don’t touch hiMm. He is kinda depressed looking an dead inside but if he likes something oor whatev he gets happy and cyOOOT.

Regardless of if you justify Itachi’s decisions or not…

Dude is scary as hell.

However horrible the massacre was he can still stomach it. It’s one thing to accept something or view it as necessary. It’s another thing to actually carry out the task yourself. To physically be able to hold your weapon and wield it against everyone you personally know without faltering. To look at the innocent children and say to yourself this is necessary.

It’s like if I was stranded on an island with the corpse of my best friend and cannibalism was my only option to stay alive…I might just die. Cannibalism my be necessary to stay alive. But bro, I probably couldn’t physically do it. What if I had to resort to cannibalism to save my sister? Shit bro, we both might die.

Itachi is so calm and thoughtful. It’s just chilling to think about what he is capable of doing. It’s chilling to think about how far he’ll go to save Sasuke.. It’s chilling to think how he enacts those decisions with unwavering precision.

The Idea

Word Count: 3468 (This is the danger you run with sending me Steve requests, okay?)

Request(s):  “Thought; spontaneously dragging Steve of Bucky into random makeout sessions throughout the day and then just leaving him out of breath as you continue in with your business” AND “ OMG burden of proof was tooooo CUTE!! I saw that the request had an ‘or Steve’ as well!! Please please please please!! But like you’re actually in a relationship, and just blushy flustered Steve– oh lord Sarah, please!!” 

Warnings: Language, weird threats, and much kissing

A/N: Hey, guys, remember me? IT’S A MIRACLE! I finally finished something. Oh my God. It’s been so long. I may have forgotten how to do this. I’m getting nervous. 

Bucky Version

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

“Are you kidding me, man? That’s a great idea! I’m happy for you.”

Sam’s voice reached you as if through a long tunnel as you turned the corner into the kitchen, eyes still half closed with sleep, hair very much disheveled. The wide, hopeful grin on Steve’s face brought a sparkle to his eyes and drew a blissful sigh from your lips. Both men stiffened in surprise as your happy sound alerted them of your presence, and Sam pursed his lips to hide a smile as he turned to search aimlessly through the cabinets. Steve cleared his throat nervously, but when he turned to face you his expression was bright and open.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he said with a soft smile as you shuffled sleepily into his open arms.

“Mornin,” you mumbled, your voice muffled as you snuggled into his chest.

“The sun only rises for you, love and light of my life,” Sam called to you, earning an eye roll from Steve and a quiet giggle from you.

“Are we that gross?” you asked thoughtfully, lifting your head to look up at Steve.

“I sincerely hope not.”

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anonymous asked:

Hey have you ever heard of the Transcendence AU? If not, then I really reccommend you check it out, it's really amazing and open to a lot of ideas and Head Cannons. If you use the non-app version of Tumblr, there will be a link to the Summary Page at the top where you can get a gist of the AU. If you have heard of it or you look at it and love it too, could you possibly make art for it? The AU is always open to submissions and questions. I hope you like it!

AAaaaaaah oh man. Oooh boy. I love this AU. It was what got me into the Gravity Falls fandom like- 2 years ago. 

anonymous asked:

Oooh, I love your art! For the art meme, if you do end up doing it, Shiro and Lance in A2

thank you! also i’ve decided to give up on shading i’ve got too many of these to do lol

simplyshelbs16xoxo  asked:

OKAY. I need writing advice now. Since I haven't gone through all your works, I'm not sure if you've ever written a regency piece before but if you have, do you have any general advice on going about it? (I have been prompted this and I don't wanna mess it up.)

My first writing advice customer lol! First of all, yes I have written Regency era AU. It’s actually my longest sherlolly fic! It’s called Benefits of Boredomhttp://archiveofourown.org/works/3340565/chapters/7306391 There it is in case you feel like diving into a long one lol.

Anyway, I do remember having to do a fair bit of research for that one. (Including beekeeping, which just FYI was VERY different back then!) Partly it depends on what your prompt is about specifically. But venturing a guess, I’d imagine you need resources on courtship and social behavior. I remember finding some good resources online for that stuff. Wish I had saved them, but if you google something like “regency era courtship” you should find info. It’s often extensive though, so it can be hard to sift through. I remember there being seemingly endless details about the ins and outs of things like courtship and engagement. So depending on your plot, make your search specific. Like, “regency ball etiquette” or “regency popular dances.” Stuff like that. 😉 

badboy!hyuck x nerd!mark

-bet all of you were thinking of bad boy!mark hm

-WRONG

-have you seen that one fanart of markhyuck in the chewing gum era where hyuck had his arm around mark and mark looked so innocent with his lil circle rimmed glasses and was holding hyuck’s hand that belonged to the arm that was around mark

-did that make sense

-who knows

-i dont

-even tho mark is older, he’s basically hyuck’s bitch let’s be like 1000000% real

-he’s the dominant one in the relationship

-nobody even knows how they started dating

-the most innocent boy in school with the bad boy

-so cliCHE

-hyuck reads people really easily

-and poor mark runs around with his heart on his sleeve and hyuck’s seen him get his heart broken one too many times and he couldnt take it anymore

-mark blushes sososososo easily and hyuck always takes advantage of that

-will call mark babe anytime anywhere

-”hey, what’d you get for question 2, babe?”

-”d-dont call me that at school!”

-”aw im sorry babe, i didnt know it affected you this much”

-donghyuck’s a fuckboy confirmed

-mark probably tries to tutor hyuck but hyuck always tries to pull some shit

-”STOP TRYING TO MAKE OUT WITH ME IM HERE TO HELP YOU STUDY”

-they end up making out anyway

-mark turns bright red at any type of contact

-donghyuck could put his arm around mark and mark would just immediately redden

-donghyuck’s the jealous type

-but it’s lowkey bc he has to stay cool!!!1!!1!!! cant let mark hyung know im jealous!!!!1!!111

-you know that cliche thing where person a slams their hand on like the wall or locker and pins person b against the wall

-sbfvsjdbfh hyuck does that to mark for fun

-donghyuck smirking is art and mark goe swehjbdsfkgbhjds,kf every time he smirks

-mark is such a precious lil angel in donghyuck’s eyes with his lil circle rimmed glasses and his soft pink hair donghyuck wants to protect him from everything dsfgvsjbfabhskjd

-soFT SMILES FROM MARK MELTS HYUCK’S COLD HEART

-there’s a saying around school: “mark’s the only thing donghyuck loves” and tbh theyre right

-sure hyuck’s friends with the dream team but mark’s just different, ya know?

-they can just lock eyes and theyll both know what theyre thinking

-if hyuck ever gets into fights you better fuckin believe mark’s there to patch his boyfriend up!!1!

-sometimes hyuck will just end up at mark’s house with bruises and a cut lip and give mark a heart attack

-hyuck just really likes when mark takes care of him

-”sit still hyuck, i cant get rid of the blood if you dont stop moving”

-”and if i dont?”

-sassy mark is a thing hyuck thoroughly enjoys

-”if you dont fuckin sit your dumbass down and shut the fuck up im going to throw you out of my house and dump you”

-”shit babe ok”

-most of the fights hyuck gets into is for mark now

-ever since they started dating

-if someone says shit about mark, they better be ready for hyuck to beat their ass

-”hyuck you gotta stop getting into fights for me!”

-”this wASNT FOR YOU THIS TIME”

-”ok then why did you get into another fight?”

-”… he threatened to steal you away from me”

-”… bitch you are so dumb”

-”i-”

-”SO DUMB”

-donghyuck would do anything for mark honestly

-mark could ask him for the galaxy and donghyuck would find a way to do so

-mark likes wearing his leather jackets

-and hyuck’s friends tease him when they see mark wearing his jacket or when it smells like mark

-”hey donghyuck where’s your jacket?”

-”uh….” *mark runs over waving donghyuck’s math homework with his jacket around him*

-whenever mark wears donghyuck’s clothes, donghyuck’s brain goes eshfkavsjdbfkygsdfjdbshkf

-donghyuck on the inside: “mark looks so smol and cute wearing my jacket… he is drowning in it and i am drowning in my feelings for him… oH NO HERE HE COMES I NEED TO SAY SOMETHING TO LET HIM KNOW I APPRECIATE HIM”

-donghyuck on the outside: “lol hey hoe wanna hang out after school”

-sweaterpaws mark is a common occurrence in the winter and doNGHYUCK CANT HANDLE THIS

-mark steals hyuck’s sweaters all the time

-hyuck started buying bigger size sweaters so whenever mark wears them, he’s basically drowning in them

-but then hyuck also drowns in them so mark likes holding hyuck’s sweaterpaws hands

-SCREECHES CAN YOU IMAGINE DONGHYUCK WITH A LIP PIERCING

-mark probably likes to tug on it lightly while they kiss

-it drives mark absolutely insane when hyuck plays with his lip piercing

-whenever hyuck licks his piercing mark just pouNCES ON HIM

-MARK FINDS HIS LIP PIERCING SO HOT

-mark is a jealous hoe too

-whenever girls look at hyuck, mark’ll grab his arm and put it around him

-when mark pushes up his glasses up his nose bridge hyuck just meLTS BECAUSE MARK LOOKS LIKE SUCH A SMOL BEAN AND MARK ALWAYS HAS THIS LIL SMILE ON HIS FACE AND SDAFJKJGVADSBHKDBSF

-mark the type to kiss donghyuck’s cuts so they can ‘heal faster’

-donghyuck gets a lot of nightmares so he tends to sleep over at mark’s a lot

-or have late skype calls

-mark doesnt mind at all when he wakes up at 3 am to his ringtone

-late nights always simmer donghyuck down to a slow boil and he becomes mellow and malleable and all his barriers just come tumbling down and mark just falls in love with him over and over again every time they talk at late nights

-whenever hyuck has a nightmare and he’s sleeping over, mark will wake up before hyuck does

-and he’ll look over sleepily and wakes donghyuck up slowly

-and theyll stay awake for like an hour or however long it takes donghyuck to calm down

-if anyone saw donghyuck the way he was after a nightmare, they’d never look at him the same

-he’s just so pliable and weak at times like that

-usually it’s hyuck pulling mark onto his lap but when the nightmare’s really bad, mark will pull hyuck onto his lap

-mark’s mom loves donghyuck like he’s family

-”so when are you and donghyuck getting married?”

-”mOooOoOoOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11!!!1!!!!”

-hyuck likes peppering kisses on mark’s lips until he cant take it anymore and pulls hyuck by the collar to press their lips together

-pstt hyuck likes it when mark tangles his fingers in his hair

-whenever hyuck is yelling at his friends and mark comes swoopin in he turns into mush

-”YOURE SUCH A FUCKIN IDIOT I CANT BELIEVE YOU-”

-“hi hyuck! why’re you yelling?”

-“oOoH HI BABE I LOVE YOU HOW WAS YOUR DAY”

-bad boy!hyuck becomes such a softie for his baby boy nerd!mark ;-;

madamecricket  asked:

SidonxLink headcanon: little Sidon didn't remember much from when he met the Champion, not his name or his face, but something stuck with him all those years afterward: the awe he felt at the Champion's sheer *coolness*. His confidence, his courage, his kindness, his dedication to heroism... it left such an impression on young Sidon that he vowed to be like the Champion one day. After 100 years of dedicated self-improvement, he finally got to leave the same impression on the Champion.

((Oooh yes! I love this allot! Ha ha give me more :D if you ever send more, send it here or to my other blog @thetimidservant! lol I might make a SidLink blog.. yup! Or a Sidon one that doubles as SidLink.

chipmunkwithwings  asked:

so something like: nathan waking up to find he must have gone to vlads in his wolf form, curled up on the bed like a big puppy and now he has no clothes, and vlad is in the kitchen making him a big breakfast.

Oh gosh, this is so close to an actual scene in the book you have no idea haha hmmmmmm lemme think.


The world looked different through the eyes of a wolf. Often times what seemed irrational to the human part of the brain, could make perfect sense to the part that insisted four legs were better than two.

He tried again, digging his claws in and trying to fit his snout under the door. He could smell what he wanted on the other side, and he was determined to get to it, even if he had to dig his way through the flagstone to do so.

The door opened with an irritated jerk, and the occupant looked around then down. The part of him that insisted two legs and opposable thumbs were useful traits to have, recognized the vampire as Vlad. The rest of his lunar addled brain simply thought of him as his. His vampire. His person. His.

Vlad opened the door farther to let the giant wolf into the room, sighing heavily when the wolf brushed up against him and left a trail of fur from shins to hip bone. He didn’t even bother trying to brush it off. 

“You’re supposed to be out running through the forest.” He said, somewhat reproachfully.

The wolf made a low sound deep in his chest flicking his ears to convey his displeasure with the current outside world. He didn’t so much mind the rain, but lightning still made him skittish.

“Oh fine, come on then.” Vlad muttered, padding back toward his darkened bedroom and crawling back into the gargantuan overstuffed bed they’d been sharing these past few months. He held the cover open, expecting him to settle at his back as he had done several times before, but after some consideration he settled neatly at the foot of the bed, resting his head on the vampire’s feet.

“You are so weird.” Vlad said, but even the canine part of Nathan’s brain could hear the smile in his voice. He snuffled softly in response, breathing in the room, the familiar scents that were so uniquely Vlad enveloping him in a warm happy haze. Hey lay still for a while, listening to the other man drift between wakefulness and sleep, watching the moon through the still open window, letting the sounds of the forest drift in.

 This, the wolf knew, was happiness.

(#)

Morning broke, and Nathan awoke with it. There was a brief moment of disorientation where he wondered where he was before some hazy recollection connected, matching up the missing dots between canine and human brain.

“Oh gods,” he muttered, realizing that he was curled up, not in their bed, but at the foot of it. “Ugh.”

He’d heard of puppy love but sometimes the wolf really took it too far.

Vlad appeared at the doorway, dressed down in only a pair of black trousers and a white shirt and casual waistcoat, his sungoggles perched atop his head. “Mornin’. Feeling a little rough, are we?”

“If that was a pun,” Nathan rasped out, struggling to work moisture into his mouth as he sat up on the edge of the bed, “then you can fuck right off.”

The vampire chuckled, crossing over the short space and pressing a mug into Nathan’s hands.

“Oooh I love you.”

“Are you talking to me or the coffee?” Vlad asked, wryly, grunting when Nathan reached out and pulled him against him, nuzzling his face against Vlad’s abdomen and trying to drink his coffee at the same time.

“Don’t make me choose.”

“Hmm,” Vlad hummed in response, lifting his hands to run them through Nathan’s unruly hair, nails dragging over his scalp in that oh so pleasant way. “You don’t have any clothes in here you know.”

“Oh no, what a shame.” Nathan deadpanned, leaning further into the touch.“I’ll just have to stay here. In your bed all day. Naked.”

The vampire snorted, allowing himself to be manhandled as Nathan set aside the mug and began unbuttoning his waistcoat. “Some of us have things to do you know.”

“Yes,”Nathan agreed as he wrapped both arms around Vlad’s waist and toppled him unceremoniously onto the bed. “Me.”

Victor and Yuuri are the kind of couple who’d plan to propose to each other on the exact same day and Yuuri pulls Victor to the side with a “Victor, there’s something I wanna ask you–” as he’s taking out the little velvet box and Victor just goes “oh no”. And Yuuri gets all insecure because does he not want to, is this rejection, is it too soon? And he gets all small and toys with the box in his hands, stumbling over his words to make it better because imsorryitsokaywedonthavetoifyourenotcomfortable but Victor stops him, grabbing him by the shoulders like “no, no, I mean—"and he takes out a ring from his coat pocket "I was going to slip this into your drink tonight at dinner” and then they both start crying and they’re touching foreheads as they put the rings on each other and I’m dying in the back because I love them

anonymous asked:

Cn & lb's weapons have Internet access & untraceable IPs so when they're bored on patrol they livesteam & do random shit on youtube & bc of that everyone sees them as people not just heroes & sometimes alya gets in on it & they stream to the ladyblog

have you guys ever seen that shipping video that thomas sanders and jon cozart did? this is p much based off that xD

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

Summary: “We’ve noticed something interesting going on. An alarming number of people seem to ship Ladybug and I.”“

Yeah, it’s tricky stuff shipping real life people. People expect us to be romantically compatible. But are we?”

An exclusive Ladyblog Livestream Event with Ladybug and Chat Noir where they decide once and for all whether Ladynoir is a compatible (and acceptable) ship. Remember to like comment and subscribe!


“Okay, guys. Act natural, and remember this is just for fun. You guys cool with doing your own intro and everything?”

Ladybug scoffed. “Are you kidding? You’re giving him control of an entire video, he’s totally fine.”

“You can literally make fun of me until the end of time, I don’t care. Do you know how much I’ve fantasized about doing a YouTube tag?” Chat Noir bounced in his seat a little bit and cracked his knuckles. “I am beyond ready.”

Ladybug jutted a thumb at him and smirked at Alya. “See? I think we’ll be good.”

Alya snorted and finished setting up her phone on the little tripod mount she bought specifically for the occasion. Her hands were shaking a little bit because she was still finding it hard to believe that Ladybug and Chat Noir were actually sitting in her living room, not even a few feet away from her. 

It had always been her dream to do a Livestream to the Ladyblog that wasn’t just focusing on the superheroics. Yes it was always exciting to get details on fights, on their powers, on what goes through their heads in the middle of battles, but at the end of the day they were still the same age as Alya. She wanted to have the chance to just do something silly with them. News reporters very rarely treated them like the teenagers they were, and Alya was sure that her followers would get a kick out of them doing something humorous on camera. She’d made a whole blog post about it one night when she was sleep deprived and not thinking before she typed. 

But two days later, when she caught them right after another akuma fight, Ladybug pointed her out of the crowd and mentioned that they both saw the post she’d made. “Feel free to ring us up when you have an idea for a video,” she grinned.

It was almost too good to be true, but Alya wasn’t going to let go of an opportunity like this. The amount of views and followers she’d get after this would be astronomical. She was practically vibrating. “Alright, you crazy kids, I’m gonna read off the questions for you once you start. Whenever you’re ready.”

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Watching the Princess Bride I kept thinking about how awesome it would be for Cas to use his pop culture knowledge and start saying “As You Wish” to Dean. But then I realised that he doesn’t need to say “As You Wish” because he already has his own version.

“Of Course”.

anonymous asked:

Can I please request a scenario/minific for a soulmate au on Seven? In this au, people don't see in color until they meet their soulmate.

Oooh I love your idea, nonnie! Thank you for your request!

If you’re reading this now, I’d probably be on hiatus. This is one of those requests that I could actually write from the top of my head, so I managed to finish this quickly.

Lololol. I’m rambling again. Anyway, I hope this is okay, and please enjoy!

~Nao

Soulmate AU : Colors

The sky is blue on clear, sunny days.

Apples are either red, yellow, or green.

Oranges are… well, orange.

But how would you actually describe color when all you see are shades of white, gray, and black?

A theoretical study says that parallel universes exist, but the current technology we have is still too inferior to prove that theory.

If it really exists, then would there be a world wherein people could see color from birth? In my end of the spectrum, you don’t get to enjoy the full visual experience until you find your soulmate, or, as others would say, your true mate.

However, in a world where there are billions of people, finding the fated person for you is like finding a needle in a haystack — most people couldn’t find them and instead settle with somebody they could get along with and have half the fun their whole lives. Mismatched mates can still see colors, but only when they’re together.

Of course, not all soulmate pairings are perfect and absolute — there are some that don’t work out, and then there are some that just stay as friends. But because their souls have already met in this lifetime, they would still be able to see colors.

Only a few people find their destined mates in a lifetime, and my parents were one of the lucky couples who had met each other from childhood and had been inseparable ever since.

However, being the child of a mated pair doesn’t grant you the ability to see colors either— everything is still gray.

It’s especially frustrating when one or both of your parents is an artist — in my case, both of them are — and they ask you to hand the red paint or the orange pen and you see that everything is unlabeled. My parents weren’t insensitive per se, but they sometimes forget that I couldn’t see colors like they do.

I’ve always been curious about colors, and had been obsessing over them ever since. And of course, by extension, I’d also been crazy about finding my soulmate someday. Heck, there were even times in my childhood where I would pray nightly, wishing, asking god to let me meet my soulmate soon.  

Of course, I’ve also tried mingling and dating before, but it never really worked. I’d been losing hope of ever meeting my soulmate, but then one day, I met him — even for just a fleeting moment.

It was during one of my travels abroad that I met him. I don’t remember his face anymore, but it was his unusual hair color that stood out the most — it was red. My mom said it was scarlet, but hey, I can’t really tell them apart.


Five years ago…

It was a warm, summer day in Seoul, and I had wandered out of the hotel in search for some ice pops from the convenience store to cool off. I was wearing my earphones back then and had unwittingly crossed the street during a green light, when somebody jerked me back and I was surprised when I saw a car speed inches away from me.

“ARE YOU STUPID?!? YOU COULD’VE GOTTEN YOURSELF KILLED!!!“ my savior shouts at me after he pulls the earbuds from my ears, but I couldn’t focus on what he was saying — I was seeing colors for the first time!

The boy who saved me looked a bit shocked as well, judging by the wide-eyed look he gave me. People had started to gather around us by this time, but neither of us spoke after that, merely studying each other’s faces.

An ambulance came shortly after, and we were both treated for minor injuries. I tried talking with him, asking for his name and such, but he was awfully quiet. Was he angry at me? I couldn’t really tell, but I wanted to at least know his name.

My mom came after the hospital called her, and was scolding me for being so careless. She thanked the boy for saving me and handed him some cash as thanks. He refused at first, but she insisted, so he quietly thanked her and we left. I tried looking for him the next day, but I couldn’t find him anymore.

I could see colors for the weeks that followed, but my colorless vision eventually came back after a few months.


Five years later….

“Stay back, or I’ll activate the bomb and all of us will die!“ Unknown shouted as he held me hostage, keeping Seven from apprehending him.

Seven looked as surprised as I was, and for the second time in my life, I could see in full color and met the boy who saved my life that one fateful day — it was Luciel Choi, a.k.a 707.

anonymous asked:

“Do you want this? Why don’t you beg for it, hm?” I'm a sucker for 'tough guys' being broken. If you could!!! Could you do Jesse making Hanzo beg? I love begging so much.

“Do you want this? Why don’t you beg for it, hm?“

Hanzo tried not to groan at the words Jesse growled into his ears as the cowboy palmed him through his jeans. He could barely hear his lover over the pounding of the music, shaking the walls of tight bathroom stall they were squished into. Outside in the main hall, their team mates danced, partied, drank, celebrated a successful mission and the one year anniversary of the recall. Lucio was DJing, Lena was no doubt pouring everyone another round of shots, his brother dancing like a fool with Hana. But they were a distant memory to Hanzo now, they didn’t matter. There was only one thing on his mind; Jesse McCree.

He bit down on Jesse’s shoulder to keep from moaning, not that it would have been heard over the steady bass. His hands were heavy on Hanzo’s already throbbing member, his need tearing him apart. He loved and hated this game they played, where Jesse broke him down without a second thought, making him weak at the knees and needy with their teammates so near by. But the rush was intoxicating, and it was utterly blissful to drop his guard and let the cowboy control him.

“P-please,” he groaned, trying to rub up into McCree’s hand.

The cowboy grinned, voice dark and low. “Please what sugar? I dunno what ya want if ya don’t use yer words.”

To emphasize his point, he gave Hanzo a hard squeeze, and the archer cried out, gripping him tight. “Touch me!” He yelped, panting hard. “Give it to me, something, please! Don’t make me wait!”

McCree let a low groan leave him lips before growling, “oooh fuck I love when you beg, sweetheart. I’ll give ya what ya want, but ya gotta work for it first. Can ya do that?”

Hanzo nodded weakly, body trembling with desire.

“Good. Now get on your knees and show me why you deserve it.”