When Taehyung and Jungkook sign Jimin up for Tinder as a joke, they never thought they’d find the Agust D’s account. Jimin is not as impressed. He’s been through enough heartbreaks in the past to know it’s too good to be true. There’s no way his idol likes him, especially with that profile picture. Will Jimin’s messy relationship history get in the way of his happiness?
But why does it matter? He’s not actually talking to Min Yoongi.
Hi!! So I really wanted to try making a social media AU so here it is! Please let me know if you want to see more. I have the first few chapters mostly done and more planned after, but if you want me to continue I will! The second chapter should be up shortly so please look forward to that.
1) From the very first scene of the film Robots is able to establish its wonderfully creative world through an incredible sense of visuals and place. You understand from the very first frame that we are in a different world.
2) There are so many jokes in this film I didn’t understand as a kid.
Mrs. Copperbottom [after Mr. Copperbottom missed the delivery of the baby]: “But that’s okay, MAKING the baby is the fun part.”
[Smooth jazz plays.]
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3) See note #2.
Mrs. Copperbottom: “Honey? What’s that extra piece?”
Mr. Copperbottom: Oh. Oh, no, they always put in an extra…[Takes a good look at the piece. Chuckles.] We did want a boy, right?
4) Growing up with young Rodney not only clearly illustrates his hope/optimism/creativity but it also helps get the audience fully invested in his character and driving motivations. When Rodney really starts inventing/getting into inventing - when he finds his passion - you just root for him more. There’s a little bit of Rodney in each of us I think.
5) Stanley Tucci is a treat as Mr. Copperbottom. He is able to fully communicate his love for son Rodney in just a few lines, but you can also tell when something is concerning him. He doesn’t get a lot of time to shine, but through Tucci’s vocals he is one of the most memorable character in the films.
6) Ewan McGregor as Rodney Copperbottom.
McGregor is able to translate what we have learned about Rodney up tot his point - his optimism, passion, hope and drive - and amplify it considerably. It’s this character who we journey with throughout the film. His stakes are our stakes and McGregor is able to get the audience on his side. There’s a certain sense of naivety to Rodney’s attitudes in the big city but what’s important is that these never come across as annoying but instead are a nice source of conflict. All in all McGregor is I think an underrated part of an underrated film and I truly enjoy his role here.
7) The scene where Rodney uses Robot City’s public transportation is incredibly imaginative. It’s the thing I love about animation at its strongest: pure imagination.
8) Robin Williams as Fender
As Aladdin so iconically proved, Williams’ was made for animation. This film is no different, as his continuous energy and humor MAKE Fender as memorable as he is. A wonderful scene stealer with some great moments of friendship with Rodney, Fender is a lot of fun.
9) Greg Kinear as Ratchet.
Ratchet is a slick and fun villain made all the better by Kinnear’s cool vocals. You love to hate him as his charisma, style, and fun are reminiscent of Hades from Disney’s Hercules. Like the rest of the movie he’s just a lot of fun.
10) There’s this wonderful sense of old school slapstick and fun which permeates every moment of the film. It might not often support the plot but it’s just so freaking fun you don’t care. Almost like an old Chuck Jones cartoon, it’s just one great gag after another.
11) There is this incredible sense of place to Madame Gasket’s chop shop. Wickedly evil, as soon as we enter through visuals and even music the filmmakers establish that this is not a place you want to be in.
12) Jim Broadbent as Madame Gasket.
By completely letting go of any sense of ego Broadbent is able to be wonderfully villainous in this film. A cartoon villain in the best sense, more so than even Ratchet. You have to remind yourself that it’s Broadbent doing the voice regularly because he just embraces Gasket’s villainy so totally.
13) Amanda Bynes as Piper.
Like Williams and Broadbent, Bynes has an energy to her tailor made for animation. It infects her character and is a perfect fit for the part, making Piper a wonderful treat in the film.
14) So. Man. Butt. Jokes. So. Freaking. Fast.
15) I’m suck a sucker for found family dynamics, which is why I am so invested in Rodney and the the Outmodes together. There is this nice family dynamic established among the Outmodes very soon after meeting them, but they chose to be with each other. They’re lost, rusty, weird, but they can be that way together. I dig it.
16) I love this.
Rodney [after venting to Fender]: “If you burden your friends soon you won’t have any left.”
Fender: “What are you, a fortune cookie!? That’s what friends are for!”
17) The scene where Rodney is fixing up all the bots in town is not only wonderfully positive but also filled with that strong sense of humor I mentioned in note #10.
18) This line always stuck with me as a kid, I’m not sure why.
Madame Gasket [to Ratchet]: “Think! Use those brains I stole for you!”
19) The entire gag where Rodney is posing as a count and Bender as his manservant is an excellent example of the film’s energy and humor. There is just this wild sense of fun which can be seen in the scene which defines the whole film.
20) So when the opening credits started I saw Natasha Lyonne’s name…
And I thought to myself, “Wait, she’s in this movie?” Well it turns out, she is.
21) Halle Berry as Cappy.
Cappy isn’t really a developed character, I don’t think. She exists primarily as a moral compass juxtaposition against Ratchet who he lusts after, as a plot device to get Rodney out of trouble, and a shoehorned in love interest which is barely developed. This is not a criticism of Halle Berry’s performance, as I do think she’s good in the part. But what can we really say about Cappy? What can we say about her personality? That she’s…good? That’s about it. She’s a good guy. I could choke this poorly developed female character to sexism in the industry but the film also gave us Piper and Aunt Fanny and Mrs. Copperbottom who are all memorable characters in their own right. I just don’t really see the point for Cappy unfortunately.
22) The moment with the dominoes is brief but another fine example of visual excellence.
23) Mel Brooks as Bigweld.
Brooks is a legend of the film industry both in front and behind the camera. As an actor he brings his wonderful sense of enthusiasm to the part, but also plays Bigweld’s jadedness remarkably well. You can tell how hurt he is in just a few words, but when he decides to pick himself up by the bootstraps and continue on Brooks is even more fun in the part.
24) I love this. You really understand just how much Mr. Copperbottom loves Rodney in just a few words.
Rodney [talking to his dad on the phone]: “I’m really sorry I let you down.”
Mr. Copperbottom: “No no no no no. You could NEVER let me down, son.”
25) Rodney’s ride on Bigweld continues the excellence in imagination and visuals the film has shown through a gripping set piece. With a wonderful sense of creativity and madcap fun throughout, the scene even lands a few surprises your way which make it all the more enjoyable.
26) The upgraded team is actually something which I think is really freaking cool. I just dig the visuals of it.
27) …what just happened?
29) I’m a sucker for bringing a twist to a trope, so the way this scene handles “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” is great.
Bigweld [when their friends are in trouble]: “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” … [Rodney grabs Bigweld and cuts loose a support their on, acting as a giant pendulum to take out the bad guys.]
Bigweld: “THIS ISN’T WHAT I WAS THINKING AT ALL!”
30) This ending is a little cheesy but I dig it. It’s really fun, with a nice energy and good heart to it.
Crank[after Rodney’s dad starts playing music]: “Well, there goes our happing ending.”
Fender: “No! It’s a fusion of Jazz and Funk. It’s called JUNK!”
Robots is an underrated animated gym filled with a nice heart and an insane sense of humor. It’s voice acting and visual design are standout elements and al in all the film is just incredibly fun. Go watch it if you haven’t.
Some HP!Pevensie headcannons for @western-woods I had so many ideas I thought I would write them all down here!
• is one of the best Quidditch players Hogwarts has ever seen
• plays as Keeper for the Hufflepuff team
• his favourite subject is Defence Against the Dark Arts as he likes to think that someday, if the moment came, he would be able to protect his friends and family from harm
• sneaks his siblings into the kitchens when they’re feeling lonely or sad - says a good biscuit always clears your neves and wipes away the tears
• got a detention once for punching a fourth year Ravenclaw who peter caught calling Lucy and her friends horrible names
• for some reason, Dumbledore gave him a lollipop afterwards
• he still doesn’t understand why??
• is truly abysmal at Transfiguration, but Susan helps him with his homework and studies
• breaks his wand every couple of years - usually by sitting on it - and Ed then makes a little coffin and gravestone for them all
• and Lucy occasionally looks out the window of their house and gets all upset by the row of dirt mounds that lines the edge of their garden
• Slytherin Prefect and #proud
• has never once gotten a detention - unlike her siblings
• excels at Transfiguration and Charms as she likes the practicality of both subjects
• is pretty much guaranteed to be Head Girl in her seventh year
• but cannot, for the life of her, understand why Qudditch is so fun??? like, it’s just throwing some magical footballs into hoops???
• violates the common room rule and invites her siblings for a gossip into the Slytherin common room every Friday evening because she really does get bored of studying and looks forward to that one evening ALL WEEK
• and she goes all out of this get-together
• there’s cakes and tea and all the sweets you could think of
• literally everyone is jealous too
• although, the one subject she is absolutely terrible at is Herbology - because plants should not talk, or make any noise for that matter
• she doesn’t think it, but she is definitely the most popular girl in school. everyone just seems to be in awe of her 24/7
• wizarding chess champ
• (and muggle chess champ too, but he doesn’t like to brag)
• most of the time Ravenclaw wins the house cup just because of his pure brilliance
• is also seeker for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team
• every time he gets house points, everyone is still chill because he’s just a modest and cool guy
• is the best at Astrology as he loves to look at the stars and loves them all for their little quirks and uniqueness
• and likes Potions too, but dislikes the Latin names that a lot of the ingredients have
• sometimes gets REALLY homesick and turns up in the middle of the night at the Hufflepuff Common room door looking for his brother
• after a couple (more like a dozen) biscuits and a hug he seems to get a little better
• he hates Divination - he’s not bad at it, but hates that it judges people based on their pasts and foretold futures
• constantly wants to show the writers of the Daily Prophet what’s right
• the bravest and purest cinnamon roll Gryffindor has ever seen
• literally apologised to the guy Peter punched after he called her names
• then punched him as well
• all the staff were so confused with the two normally kind and not-violent siblings that night??? was it something in their food???
• spends most of her spare time in the Owlery writing anonymous letters of happiness and telling her owl to post them randomly to someone who wasn’t having a particularly good day
• she also writes in the prettiest cursive ever (who can write that pretty with such a scratchy old quill???)
• excels at Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology as she is the gentlest being to have ever existed, but also is keen to meet as many of the most dangerous breeds and species as possible
• once stole some cakes from one of Susan’s little tea parties and gave them to lonely looking first years
• what was a small competition between herself and Peter where they battled each other on who could tell the best dad jokes turned into a school wide tournament and constantly interrupted extra-curricular activities
• loves to explore Hogsmeade instead of browsing through the shops on school trips
Pairing: Bill x Reader Prompt: Your friends convince you to let loose and go out for a night of clubbing and drinking, only to wake up the next morning in bed with your- apparently- newly wed husband.
“C’mon, (Y/n)! You never go out with us anymore!” your friends begged you desperately trying to get you to turn your attention away from your paperwork that- just as desperate as your friends- needed to get done. You were drowning in all kinds of documents that your boss had asked you to take care of because he was too lazy to do it himself. You weren’t going to deny that your friends constantly pestering you about going out was getting on your last nerve.
You spin around, slamming your hand on the desk on top of your documents,”Fine! If I go will you guys leave me alone to get this done!?”
“We promise!” the three of them grinned happily, grabbing at your limbs and pulling you off determined to get you dolled up for your night of misadventures.
“It’ll be fun!” they said.
They might as well have told you.”Its been a while since you’ve made a bad decision so make the biggest one of your life tonight!”
Laying there with the thin white sheets draped over your naked body, you could only stare at the sleeping figure beside you. A very attractive man in his mid to late twenties. He was a dirt blonde with light skin, his long eyelashes resting against those prominent cheek bones, his nose was slightly pointed and his lips were rosy and parted as he breathed lightly in his sleep. He was a tall and slender figure with the same white sheets that draped you, covered him from the waist down.
He was very handsome… but it wasn’t just his attractive features that had you paralyzed. It was the that thing. That thing on his left hand that rested over his chest as it rose and fell with his every breath. That gold band hugging his ring finger… And the one on your finger to match his.
Headcanon that the batboys totally act like regular brothers, Dick tags his brothers in embarrassing Facebook pictures, Jason gives wedgies, Tim has middle child syndrome, and Damien secretly looks up to all of them but would never say it so acts like he hates them.
-they all take awful pictures of each other when they aren’t looking and then send them to each other
-Damian and Tim steal sweaters from the older two and in retaliation Dick and Jason steal theirs but they’re more like cropped tops than sweaters
-they take care of each other when one of them is sick (“shut up Drake, you sound like a dying animal. Eat this soup.” “It’s just bronchitis, I’ll be fine” “Timbit, you’re sick, just rest ‘Kay?” “Or else I’ll make you go to sleep.” “Jason, I’m sick, please don’t drug me or something.”)
-they have tons of inside jokes that they’ll refer to on patrol and Bruce (or whoever is patrolling with them) is left like ???what???
-they run background checks on a boy/girlfriend before they let their brother on a date (and then tease said brother relentlessly- especially if it’s a first date)
Requested by @snail-the-turtle : Can you please make one where Sherlock gets home to find you in 221B wrapped up in his trench coat because you’re scared of the thunder and lighting and the power had gone out & anon: Sherlock x reader. The reader falls sleep waiting for Sherlock to come home from a case. She thought he forgot her birthday. But he didn’t one out
Pairing: Sherlock x reader.
Word count: 1.870
Warnings: I kind of stereotyped half of England, sorry about that. Also, self-conscious Sherlock.
A/N: I’m feeling fluffy this weekend. Also, this is special to certain someone who’s birthday was this week (you know who you are).
London was usually a bad weather place; in fact, England was a bad weather place. When the sun came out, everyone went out too. One could see people sunbathing all over the place, whether it was on their own property or at the public park, but it was almost a law to go out when the sun wasn’t covered with clouds.
The weather was also a common topic of British conversations; in fact, everyone spoke about the weather as it was the most interesting subject on the planet, therefore Sherlock found out about the storm coming way before it happened.
Sherlock was at Lestrade’s office, fixing some files for the inspector to deliver as a solved case and explaining to him what and how to say it. The Inspector was paying his full attention to everything Sherlock said, but couldn’t stand the temptation of mentioning how grey the sky looked from the window in his office.
“It will be a thunderstorm,” Donovan added as she stormed inside the office. “The freak should go now before the power goes off and there are no cabbies left.”
Sherlock ignored her, as usual, but Lestrade agreed. “Besides, isn’t it (Y/N)’s birthday?” The inspector added.
Could you do one with muggle!reader that lives inside Newts case and helps him with the creatures but the gang hadnt met her yet so theyre really curious about her but Tina’s apprehensive cuz of her being a muggle? Even more cuz they’re together? - Anon
I actually really liked this one
ALSO we are going to pretend in this imagine that Jacob somehow got out of being obliviated
ALSO the ending might have been a bit abrupt but that’s what you’re getting this time sorry lol
One thing was vastly different about you. Something MACUSA would not allow, but of course something Queenie would love and support.
You were a muggle. (Or, No-Maj in American terms).
You were indeed from Britain, so you and Newt’s relationship was legal there. But Newt decided he absolutely couldn’t survive in America without knowing you were with him, and your relationship became illegal as soon as Newt stepped off the boat with you in his case.
Yes, once Newt knew about the law in America that says a wizard cannot be in a romantic relationship with a No-Maj, he knew it was not safe for you to be seen with him; and told you it was best to stay in the case for now. You knew it was for the best too, so you did so without protest.
When Graves confiscated Newt’s case at MACUSA, he became a nervous wreck. When Tina thought Newt was quietly weeping in the corner of the cell because of his creatures, it was actually (mostly, anyway. We all know Noot loves his creatures too, but not as much as you) because he was terrified of the thought of you getting discovered and obliviated so you would not remember him.
Newt couldn’t picture a world without you.
After that whole messy situation, and Newt saw the love Jacob and Queenie shared, he realized there was no reason to keep you hidden from them anymore. He carefully explained it to Tina, Queenie, and Jacob. Queenie and Jacob were very excited to meet you, but law-abiding Tina was a tad hesitant.
As Newt was about to climb down into his case to bring you up, Tina began to speak. “Newt, you’ve been keeping a No-Maj girl in your case? And you brought her to America? And, even worse, you’re a couple!?”
Newt looked up at her. “Yes. I love her. Her name’s Y/N, by the way. Her and I both knew the risk we were taking when we came to America, but that didn’t prevent us from coming, did it?”
Tina nodded and sighed. “Newt. It’s illegal.”
Newt looked at Tina with a ‘seriously’ face. “Tina. Look behind you.”
Tina looked behind her and saw Queenie standing with Jacob. Oh, right. Her sister fell in love with a No-Maj. “I know…” but she had clearly forgotten. “But, that doesn’t give you an excuse to why you have kept her hidden from us this entire time.”
“I’m sorry, Tina, but after you turned me and my creatures and Jacob into MACUSA where my creatures could have been killed and Y/N could have been obliviated, you didn’t seem like someone I trust and could show my muggle girlfriend too.” (I had to throw some sassy™ Newt in there)
Tina’s eyes widened and she frowned.
“I’m afraid he’s got you there, Teenie. Now come on Newt! I want to meet your lovely Y/N,” Queenie said excitedly.
Newt smiled and went down into his case.
**A few minutes later**
Newt got back out of the case, and stuck down a hand to help you up. “Everyone, this is Y/N. My love.”
You stepped out of the case and observed your surroundings. You haven’t seen the real world since you had arrived in New York.
You grinned at everyone. “Hello, everyone.” You walked over to Queenie and stuck out a hand. “You must be Queenie. Just as gorgeous as Newt has described.”
She giggled and shook your hand. “Aw, thanks sweetie. Newt’s quite the lucky man to have a girl such as you.”
You went to Jacob. “Ah, and your my fellow muggle. Or, No-Maj. Jacob, isn’t it? I remember hearing you with Newt in the case.”
He smiled and also shook your hand. “Yeah, I am. It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.”
You approached Tina. “And you’re Tina, if I’m not mistaken.”
She shook your hand with less enthusiasm as Queenie or Jacob. “Yes. I must ask, why did you come with Newt all the way to America when you knew the risk you were taking?”
You glanced back at Newt.
“She asked me the same thing, love.”
You turned back to Tina as Newt came up behind you and placed an arm around your waist. “Because we love each other. More than anything. Newt here can hardly stand being apart from me for a day, and the same goes for me. I was willing to come to America because he needs more help with his creatures than you might think. We prefer to be only a moment away from each other. Not an ocean.” (Hamilton reference *wink*)
Tina’s stern look softened when she saw the way Newt looked at you as you spoke. She realized you and Newt truly loved each other and needed each other. “I guess if my sister can have a No-Maj boyfriend, I suppose Newt can have a No-Maj girlfriend. I’m sorry if I seemed rude at first…”
You smiled sympathetically. “It’s fine.”
Newt suddenly pulled you in for a kiss, which you gladly responded to but pulled away rather quickly.
They all laughed.
“Newt! Don’t start snogging with me in front of them! I thought you had manners,” you joked and kissed his nose.
Please let me know what you thought of it and what I could do better next time!
Harry imagine where he turns up at your door after you guys broke up. I really hope you guys will like this imagine and that you’ll set aside the time to read it. :) A lot of fluff and emotions ahead, no mature content aside from some harsh words.
Again, picture is not mine. Some beautiful member of the internet blessed us with it.
It had been two weeks since I had last seen Harry and one week since he had last tried to call me. Our break up had been a messy one, filled with screaming and crying. Words were shouted neither of us could ever truly mean and when I had finally cried that I wanted our relationship to be over, Harry was just as surprised as I was. And yet I didn’t take it back. And he didn’t try to stop me. I somewhat calmly went upstairs, packed the few belongings I had at brought to his place, and left without a word of goodbye.
I traveled back to my hometown and moved in with my old flatmate. She still owned the same apartment I had lived in when Harry had first come around and swept me off my feet. After dating for two months I agreed to go to London with him, which now I knew had been a mistake. Moving in with someone after knowing them for so short had not been a smart move. Literally. Soon what had once been a loving relationship turned into two people trying to adjust to each other’s lifestyles and utterly failing at it. After his band got back on the road, it was like I was in a relationship with a ghost. The distance felt unbearable and with time differences and crappy internet connection, not even the few skype calls that we made could change that.
I wasn’t any happier being away from him now, but I comforted myself with the thought that at least I didn’t have to try and pretend to be anymore. After sulking in bed for a week, mourning my failed relationship, I was ready to move on. I still loved Harry with everything I had, truly. But after ignoring the first few voice messages of him sobbing into his phone I received messages of him lulling how glad he was that I had finally fucked off, how much better he was doing, that it would be as easy as counting to three to find a new girl to take my place. It hurt of course, but if he was fine without me than why shouldn’t I be alright without him?
“Is it okay if I leave you alone tonight?” my flatmate Kylie asked standing in the doorway.
“Sure, why wouldn’t it be?” I responded, folding the shirt I was currently holding.
“You’ve been crying on a daily basis when all of a sudden you just stopped all together. It’s not normal. I’m kind of waiting for you to snap and explode or something.”
“What would seem normal to you then?” I asked with a laugh.
She jokingly tapped her finger to her chin. “Maybe you begging me to go egg his fancy ass house.”
“Not gonna happen,” I giggled while shaking my head. “But seriously, I’m alright. And I’ll survive a night without you hovering over me like a mother hen.”
Kylie threw her head back at that and laughed: “So it’s okay for the mother hen to go out for the night?”
“Of course it is,” I assured.
“You’re sure? I can stay if-”
“I’m sure,” I interrupted. “Just because my world ended doesn’t mean yours has to as well.”
She rolled her eyes. “Shit like that’s what makes me worry about you.”
“I’m joking,” I protested..
“Only half heartily.”
She gave me another long look before grinning confidently. “How hot do I look?”
“Very,” I complimented. “Your date is going to struggle keeping it in his pants tonight.”
“Great, that’s the look I was going for.”
After she left I decided to treat myself a little and make some popcorn. Once settled on our couch I pressed the play button on the telly and soon found an action movie I hadn’t seen in a long time. All in all, I felt pretty good about myself.
I jumped when the doorbell rang. The sky had long turned dark and one look at my phone told me that it was almost 11pm. Who was ringing people’s doorbells at this time? It was unlikely that Kylie had forgotten her key and she would’ve told me if she had invited someone over, right? I reached for a fork that was laying on our coffee table after lunch which would weakly serve me as a weapon before my feet carried me hesitantly to the door. It only took one quick peek through the keyhole for me to pull the door open.
I had spend the last weeks forcing myself not to think about him until it had come to the point where his face was almost a blur in my mind. Looking at him now I couldn’t understand how that could’ve possibly happen. How could I ever forget how beautiful he was? His big but delicate hands, his strong, muscular arms and broad shoulders. His neck, who’s skin I knew was so warm after kissing it multiple times. The shape of his face, blessed with cheekbones to die for. And his brown, full curls, shorter than I remembered them, but just as soft looking. The gentle pink of his kissable lips and lastly his eyes. Those mesmerizing, enchanting, green eyes.
I was too stunned to say something. He had often laughed and blushed when I confessed how his looks took my breath away, but I hadn’t been kidding. My brain was too shocked to form a proper sentence. So instead I took a second look at him. And that changed my entire view.
His eyes were bloodshot, muting the green and held a unmistakable sadness. His eyelids looked twice their size as they were swollen and the skin beneath his eye resembled black shadows. His lips were bitten, dry and not half as full as I could’ve sworn they used to be when I kissed them. The curls hung in a mess, falling barley far enough to cover his frowned forehead. His face seemed more narrow and the veins on his neck were more visible than usually. His shoulders slacked, his arms hang limply by his sides and his knuckles were blue from bruising.
My breath hitched at how transformed he looked. Not at all like the man I had left behind.
“Harry?” I asked, my voice nothing above whimper. Given the transition he had gone through, I truly felt like I had to ask if it was really him.
“Y/N”, he croaked out and that was it.
I opened my arms and he practically fell into them. Harry shamelessly sobbed into my shoulder, wetting my flannel as I gently combed my fingers through his hair. My nails slightly scratched the skin of his neck, but it did little to calm him down.
“What happened?” I whispered. “Harry? What’s wrong, my love? Are you hurt?”
He didn’t answer, instead his sobs increased and I moved my arms to his shoulders, trying to loosen his hold to check if he was injured. When he didn’t budge I sighed and pressed a kiss to his cheek. His skin felt so cold.
“Come on. Let me get you inside. You’re freezing.”
Finally he allowed me to carefully pull away from him and take hold of his hands, pulling him inside. I lead him to the small living room and sat him down on the couch, getting into a kneeling position in front of him. Normally he would joke about how I could have “at least bought him dinner first”, but right now there was nothing even remotely sexual to my position. I rested my hands on his thighs, moving them in soothing circles.
“Harry, please tell me what happened.”
All I got as response was a shake of his head and more tears falling from his eyes. I didn’t know what to do. I was supposed to hate him, like I somehow had only hours ago. But now with him crying in front of me I couldn’t help but forget everything instantly and just want to care for him, hide him away and be the shield between him and whatever it had been that had hurt him so badly. There was something about Harry that had me want to bundle him up in a blanked whenever I saw him even remotely upset.
“Harry, please try to calm down,” I begged when he hiccuped. “I can’t stand seeing you like this. I’ll go and get you a cup of tea, alright? It’ll warm you up and ease you a little. Please, in the meantime try to relax. Okay?”
He sniffed loudly and then nodded. I got up and went to the kitchen. The water couldn’t boil fast enough and I nervously tapped my fingers on the sink. When it finally did, I quickly filled two cups and walked back. Harry obviously hadn’t calmed down. I suppressed a sigh as I placed the two cups on the coffee table and sat down next to my ex boyfriend.
“What can I do to make it better?” I asked quietly. “Tell me, please. I’m loosing my mind, seeing you this way.”
“Everything”, he started, voice so thin I almost missed it. “Everything is wrong, Y/N.”
He looked up and his eyes met mine, knocking every remaining ounce of anger still in me right on out.
“Come here”, I whispered and pulled him against me again. “I don’t want to push you,” I mumbled softly and I felt him shake his head in a nod. Goosebumps rose on my skin upon feeling his sobs against my chest. “We won’t speak right now. Let me turn on the TV and you can take your time to calm down. Maybe sleep a little. You look like you haven’t in days, my love. And when you wake up and feel more rested, we can look into making whatever got you upset go away, alright?”
“You’re letting me stay?” he murmured, avoiding my eyes. His voice broke halfway through the sentence.
Was I? The rational part of my brain screamed at me not to. But my heart had already found it’s familiar place where it had spent the last few months; right in his hands.
“Pass me the remote.”
We watched a movie in silence, neither of us paying much attention. Harry’s sobs lessened after a while and at some point we moved from our sitting position into me lying on my back and Harry laying half on top of me, his arms wrapped around my waist tightly. I stroke his hair and rested my cheek against his forehead. Though it felt like we were making a mistake, my heart squeezed almost painfully when he pressed a soft kiss against the skin of my cheek. I felt like every cell in my body awakened from a long sleep and I couldn’t deny how good it felt to have his body heat keeping me warm, instead of a blanket. Halfway through the film I could hear him snore quietly.
I must’ve fallen asleep too because a loud “I’m back!” call ripped me out of unconsciousness. My hand instantly moved to Harry’s neck and I was relieved when I found that he hadn’t woken up.
“I’m in here”, I murmured, hoping Kylie would hear me.
“I must tell you about what happened when I- Wait,” she stopped in her tracks when her eyes landed on the man lying on top of me. My cheeks burned and I tried to avoid her gaze.
She cleared her throat. “Tell me this isn’t what’s his face, but some hot dude you hooked up with to get over him.”
I gave her an awkward smile. “I would if it were true.”
“Y/N!” she yelled and I winced, covering Harry’s ear that wasn’t pressed against my collarbones. “What is he doing here? Why did you even let him inside this house?”
“Shh, please, you’re gonna wake him up.”
“So?” she exclaimed, not lowering her voice, “He’s the asshole over whom you have been bawling your eyes out and now what? He just shows up at your door? Really? Has he realized what big of a prick he is? What the hell, he’s such a-”
“Please don’t do this right now,” I interrupted her and shifted uncomfortably under her stare, “He showed up as a complete mess, what was I supposed to do? Nothing’s forgiven but how could I turn him away? Please, give him a break.”
She huffed and shook her head. “I may refrain from killing him right now. But only because I’m wearing heels.”
“Thanks,” I whispered, lifting my hand to wound my fingers into his curls. He looked so peaceful when he slept. And so adorable. So utterly handsome.
“Don’t look at him like that,” my friend’s voice interrupted my staring.
“Look at him like what?”
“With those eyes that scream how in love with him you are.”
I shook my head and rolled my eyes. “Not that you’ve seen what mine went like, how did your night go?”
She allowed me the change of subject with an eye roll. “I’ll give you the short version now and the long, funny one tomorrow. It was amazing.”
“Yeah, me too.” She smiled. “Anyway, I’m going to bed now. Have a good snuggle then.”
“Yeah alright, good night.”
“Tomorrow it’s either you kicking him out, or me!” she called from the stairs. I shook my head and groaned quietly.
“She’s right, you know.”
I looked down to see Harry awake, moving awkwardly off of me and into a sitting position. I found myself wishing he wouldn’t have, missing his warmth already.
“How much of this did you hear?” I asked, crossing my arms over my stomach to keep from reaching out for him.
“Enough,” he mumbled, his voice hoarse.
I sat up too and scooted back to lean against the armrest and to put space between us.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N”, he interrupted me. “I’m a piece of shit, I know that. I’m the biggest asshole walking this wor-”
“Stop, Harry, stop. You’re none of that.”
“Yeah, I am,” he contradicted me. “I don’t deserve your comfort just like you don’t deserve my burden. I- oh gosh I completely ruined your evening. Why do I always fuck everything up? I’m-”
“What happened?” I interrupted his rambling. “What did you mean when you said everything was wrong?”
He shrugged, brushing some strands out of his face.
“Everything built up I guess,” he sniffed and I hoped he wouldn’t cry again. It took all I had not to brush the remaining wetness from his tears off his cheeks.
“Breaking up with you was horrible, Y/N. Not a day passed without me regretting it so much my heart hurt. You could probably tell by my voice messages I left-”
“You mean the ones where you told me how much better off you were?”
“Shit,” Harry rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands, “you must know that I didn’t mean that at all. That was the alcohol speaking.”
“You got drunk during the week?”
“What was I supposed to do with myself, knowing that you being gone was all my fault? I missed you so much, Y/N. I can’t even form the right words to explain how much it hurt to be without you.”
“I missed you, too, Harry”, I admitted and he gave me a small smile. “I don’t understand what happened to us.”
“I know it sounds lame but I was under so much stress and I wrongly took it all out on you. The pressure my job brings was just so much and though I love my family, they were constantly giving me a hard time about how I didn’t visit or call them often enough and that is true, but it still bugged me having to hear it all the time. I knew how unhappy I was making you by being gone all the time and that resulted into me feeling like crap.”
“Which then resulted into you behaving horrible around me.”
Harry bit his lip and nodded. “Pretty much. Like I said, I’m an asshole.”
“You’re not, baby,” I told him, looking away in embarrassment when the pet name slipped my lips. It didn’t go unnoticed by him and he cleared his throat. I was glad when he continued without addressing it.
“I just feel lost, Y/N. I don’t have a clue who I am anymore.”
“You’re Harry,” I whispered with a frown and in a bold move took his hand in mine. My thumbs gently caressed the back of his palms. “You are by far the best possible human being I know. A human, Harry. Though you seem to disagree, you actually don’t have to be perfect. It’s okay if you can’t deal with everything and endure all that pressure. The fault isn’t yours, it’s your job’s and your family’s attitude. You’re always so kind and so considerate with everybody’s feelings, I wish the world would give you some of it back.”
He squeezed my hands and his eyes shone with fresh tears. “See this is exactly why I had to see you. You always know the right words to mend me.”
A blush formed on my cheeks and I looked down at our fingers, intwined once again.
“But I don’t deserve it,” Harry continued. “I don’t deserve you. Y/N I’m so sorry about everything I said that night and in those stupid voice messages I left you. You have to believe me that I would take it all back! I didn’t mean a single word I said and I am so pissed at myself for not stopping you from leaving. The image of you walking through that door and away from me has replayed in my mind and broken my heart so many times, you can’t even imagine.”
“Then why didn’t you fight for me?” I asked, swallowing down my own tears that tried to form in my eyes and spill onto my cheeks.
“I wanted to, baby,” he whispered, putting my heart back into pieces by calling me that. “Believe me, I did. But I felt so awful, Y/N. I knew how unhappy I made you and I didn’t want that for you anymore. Especially after you didn’t return any call I left. Not even the ones where I was crying. I thought you really must be done with me if you can even ignore those.”
“I was hurting, Harry. I needed time away from you to clear my head and when I was ready to talk about us all I got from was you rambling on about how much better your life was ever since I wasn’t part of it anymore.”
“I’m so sorry,” Harry shook his head and squeezed my hand. My body tensed when he reached up and stroke over my cheek with the back of his hand, the gesture used to be so common between us, but now he quickly let his hand fall back to his lap. “I’ve never been more of a mess than since you left. Asshole that I am, I thought that you were fine and wanted to let you know that I was too.”
“Oh, Harry… you’re such an idiot,” I breathed, “How could I be remotely happy without you by my side?”
“I hope you couldn’t,” he whispered, a shy smile gracing his lips. “I miss you.”
“I miss you so much.”
Harry slowly raised his arm again and gently cradled my cheek.
“Y/N, baby, do you think you could forgive me?” he asked quietly, “I know I messed up big time, but I promise you, I can do better and I will. I’ll make sure that I’m home more and that I’ll take the time to listen to you. I’d even learn how to use the bloody washing machine if that’s what it takes. Anything, but please, come back to me.”
I leaned into his hand and looked down, both of my hands holding his free one tightly, afraid he would disappear again if I didn’t. When I spoke, my voice hitched with happiness.
“If you ever say what you said to me that night again, I’m gone for good. I mean it.”
“I promise I won’t,” he swore, shaking his head. His mesmerizing eyes didn’t leave mine as he urged me to believe him. “I will never disappoint you like this again, I swear. I-”
Not needing to hear any more, I let go of his hand and grabbed his face, pressing my needy lips to his. I didn’t care how desperate I seemed, clinging on to him and particularly nestling myself onto his lap. Though I could feel his surprise, he immediately kissed back, just as urgently as I did. Oh, how I missed this. Feeling his warm and soft lips against mine, his tongue lick against my bottom lip, begging me to allow him in, which I of course granted. It didn’t go unnoticed by me that his lover lips felt slightly rougher than it normally had, but I didn’t care. Instead I deepened the kiss in hopes I could mend the torn skin. Harry’s hands held my waist, keeping me pressed against him. My heart felt like it would burst at any minute and my head was cloudy. Kissing him after missing his taste so badly resembled the feeling you get when you burst through the surface of water after having been under for too long. Though breathing wasn’t easy with his mouth pressed to mine, my lungs never felt fuller. Neither of us seemed ready to break the kiss and he moaned lowly when my clothed crotch rubbed against his. When we pulled away we were both smiling so wide our cheeks hurt.
“I love you,” I promised him. “That could’ve never faded away.”
“I love you, too” Harry assured, pressing a small kiss to my nose before pulling away again. “For alway.”
“That’s all I want,” I giggled happily and leaned in to kiss his cheek.
Harry hummed in content and cradled me tighter against his chest.
“Does that mean you’ll protect me when your friend tries to kick me out tomorrow?”
Hope you liked it! This is an imagine that I’ve had for a very long time and that I have rewritten a bunch of times. Feedback is welcome and so are requests! :)
Anonymous said: Could you do dating yugyeom or youngjae or bambam or jinyoung? (Got7 hoe lmao)
A/N: I’ll be posting the Yugyeom and Youngjae ones really soon💕 Hope you like thiss
•Okay okay okay •This man may have a fuckboy persona •But I can assure you •He’d be the sweetest boyfriend ever •On your first date •He’d be so shy •And try to act all mature and serious •Although he’d see you notice his sudden change of behavior •And would try to crack up some jokes •But at the same time •"OKAY YOU’VE LIKED HER FOR SO LONG DON’T MESS THIS UP, DON’T MESS THIS UP-“ •He’d try and be all smooth and stuff •"No,no.. Please babe, let me pay” •But would fail miserably very quickly •"Oh shit… I fOrGoT mY wALLet" •Don’t worry tho •He’d get comfortable very quickly •And would be his usual happy, never out of energy, cocky self in no time •Which I don’t know if it’s a good thing or not.. •He’s the very protective, jealous type of boyfriend •So, he’d never want to leave you alone with the guys •But also because, •As soon as he left the room •"Hey Y/N.. how do you put up with him?“ •"I don’t” •"Y/N I HEARD THAT!!“ •When he got mad •Probably for the stupidest reasons •He’d never be in the mood to fight •He’d just be very pouty and bitchy •Like a puppy that needs attention •"Oh I see how it is.. You’d rather spend time with Jackson than your boyfriend okay!” •Although as soon as you gave him your full attention.. •"No,no! Go cuddle Jackson hmmm" •You know how they say that couples always have deep late night convos? •Well, •Conversations with BamBam •Especially late at night •Would be quite the opposite of that •"Sa-say it again!“ •"Kunpimook Bhuwakul?” •"AHAHAHAHAHAHA" •"Y/N?? What’s so funny??“ •Okay, •Being in a relationship with this man child would be amazing •You get my point •Peace✌🏻
Sorry for the wait on this one, guys. My muses had abandoned me for a while but it looks like they’re back. So let’s get this show back on the road!
Summary: Your roommate Sebastian is the typical frat boy, overly confident and constantly partying and flirting with any girl that isn’t you. He stands for everything you hate so why can’t you stop that silly crush you have on him?
Sebastian knows you two have nothing in common, you like books and staying at home and you never even drink or go to any of the parties on campus. You’re nothing like the girls he usually falls for so why can’t he stop that stupid crush he has on you?
This chapter: The awkward morning after and what happens when Sebastian is the one who gets drunk?
Word count: 3848
NSFW 18+ for the entire fic. No warnings for this chapter, this is just slow burn and fluff. More smut is on the way in the next chapter ;)
Sebastian peeked his head around the corner of his bedroom door before carefully stepping out into the living room. He was relieved to find the couch empty. He’d been hoping you already left for class so he could avoid the confrontation this morning.
But he found you standing by the kitchen sink drinking from your Harry Potter coffee mug. Your wet hair curling over your shoulders and wearing nothing but a jeans and a small top.
‘Good morning,’ his voice came out a little hesitant.
You instantly turned away from him, unable to look him in the eyes. He noticed the blush crawling up on your cheeks and the way your body tensed up.
‘Is everything okay?’ he asked.
‘Please stay away from me. Oh god, I can’t even look at you right now,’ you covered your face with your hands and turned your back to him,’ I am so embarrassed, Sebastian, and I’m so, so sorry about last night.’
‘Ah, so you remember,’ there was a hint of a smile in his tone.
‘There is absolutely nothing to be sorry for though,’ he reassured you.
He was pacing behind you, trying to get you to face him but you kept turning away, until he carefully took your hand and forced you to turn around,’ Hey, look at me.’
summary: When your father contacts Tom to protect you, he just sees a spoiled, rich girl from Upper East Side. But behind designer clothes, exclusive parties and expensive champagne there’s a lonely girl with a big heart. [from the story] “Keep your hands off that dress” you screamed “That dress was a gift from Donatella Versace. She made it for my eighteenth birthday. I bet you can’t even spell ‘Versace’” One of the twins rolled his eyes at your statement “Tom, I’ll give you fifteen dollars if you let me punch her”
NEXT CHAPTER: 18/OCT/2017
Harrison was walking in a dark alley, while smoking a Marlboro Gold. New York that autumn was colder than usual and the leather jacket he was wearing could barely warm him up. He nodded towards a few people he knew and stopped in front of the entrance of the old garage. “Harrison Osterfiled” someone in the dark greeted him “Long time no see, bud” Harrison kept his eye peeled and then smiled widely “Jacob” he chuckled “always surrounded by nice people” Jacob moved a few more steps further and stopped under a street light. He was wearing a brown fur coat and a pair of black trouser, hanged on the belt, Harrison could see a holster that shielded a Magnum calibre forty-five, in his hand a Cuban cigar. Beside him, a Slavic girl who wore just a little black dress and dizzying high heels. Her black hair contrasted the pale complexion. “As always” he chuckled “She’s Svetlana”. Harrison and the girl exchanged a malicious smile. “Are you still in around doing business?” Jacob asked. The blonde guy looked at his feet and kicked a pebble far from him “Sometime. Yesterday I received a call from Don Pietro” he looked back at him “He still needs my help. I think it’s something big.” Jacob nodded and puffed off his cigar “Well, good luck. Even if you don’t need it. He is one of the best man I know, one of the only I trust” He explained to the girl who was listlessly playing with a lock of hair. The conversation was interrupted by the garage’s shutter. In that exact moment, Regina Lewis made his way toward Harrison. She was wearing a red dress that exposed her long legs. The last time Harrison saw her, he had her legs fastened around his hips while she was leaving marks on his back. “Hi Harrison” she said with a mischievous smile as she gave Jacob a quick glance “Don Pietro is ready to talk to you”. Harrison didn’t reply, he just gave a quick wink to Jacob and followed Regina into the garage. “How’s things Hazzy? You never called me back” she said swinging on her heels. His eyes were glued on her hips. She was a very attractive woman, with amazing blond hair and deep green eyes. “I’ve been busy” he cut her short “Here and there” Regina was clever enough to understand and she didn’t add anything more. They walked through a long and badly illuminated corridor. The interior was humid and Harrison shrugged his shoulders, he almost forgot how Don Pietro’s studio was. Regina stopped in front of a huge door with golden handles. “Call me when you’re not too busy. My phone number is still the same” Harrison gave her a soft – and fake – smile and a flick on her cheek. “Sure, doll” he would never call her. Regina gave him one last glance before turning around to reach her desk. The blond guy passed a hand through his hair and sighed. He opened the door and took a step into the room. Don Pietro’s studio was still the same: in the middle of the room there was a huge desk and, behind it, a marble chimney where he placed family pictures. But the object that always captured his attention was the Persian carpet on the floor. Harrison swore that he has never seen anything that precious. “Harrison! Che piacere, siediti (What a pleasure, take a seat)” Don Pietro welcomed him with open arms “How are you?” Don Pietro was a man of fifty years old with clever eyes hidden by his designer glasses and a charming smile. He had a strong Italian accent, but no one could say exactly from which part of the South, probably Sicily. “I’m fine, thanks” Harrison said one seated on the chair in front of Don Pietro “I’ve been pretty busy” Don Pietro looked at him into his eyes, trying to read his thoughts “Uhm, ho capito (I understand). Well, ragazzo mio (my boy) I have a job for you” “Sure, tell me about it” Harrison rubbed his hands. “You see” Don Pietro started, between his lips a cigarette “I have an unfinished business with a gentleman. Today, my men had to kidnap his daughter but they failed.” “Do you want me to capture her?” Don Pietro had a puff of cigarette and gave him a wink. “Consider it done” he snigged.
Tom Holland entered the building with a confused look painted on his face. The note on his paper said “Y/L/N Company, Seventh Floor”. He looked around one more time before getting into the elevator. The lift was full of businessmen and secretaries wearing suit and tie and the air smelled like Chanel N°5 mixed with Hugo Boss. Tom felt like a fish out of water. When he reached the seventh floor, Tom breathed again. On the seventh floor, there were a few studios of architects, a design lab and Mr. Y/L/N office. Tom didn’t know what he was doing there. He was just a twenty-four years boy from Bronx who worked as a bodyguard. He opened the main door and his gaze was immediately capture by the prestigious of the room. Every small object costed a fortune, more than he could ever afford in his whole life. His eyes laid on the brunette secretary who was typing something on her brand new laptop. “Ehm… excuse me. Have an appointment with Mr. Y/L” “Mr. Y/L/N is waiting for you in your studio, Mr. Holland” she interrupted him, her eyes never left the screen of her computer. Without adding a word, Tom turned and approached the luxury door, he knocked and waited. “Come on in” Mr. Y/L/N said from the other part of the door. Tom passed his hand through his hair one last time trying to fix his look as much as he could before lower the handle and enter the room. Mr. Y/L/N’s studio wasn’t like the rest of the building: walls were white and in the middle of the room a metallic desk ruled the space. Mr Y/L/N was seating at his desk, he was signing some papers when his eyes laid on Thomas. “Mr. Holland, the man I wanted to see” he stood up and shook his hand “Nice to meet you” “It’s my pleasure” Tom said. “Please, take a seat. I think we’ll have a long conversation” Thomas sat in front of him while Mr. Y/L/N was spilling some brandy in an elegant glass. “Oh, I don’t drink while I’m working” Tom stopped him, trying to be as polite as he could. That brandy looked expensive but he really wanted to give Mr. Y/L/N a good impression. “Well, more brandy for me” Mr. Y/L/N joked “Listen, Tom. Can I call you Tom?” Thomas nodded as the rich tycoon took a seat “Well, first of all I want to let you know that we already met” Tom nodded again “It was two months ago, if I’m not mistaken. At the court.” “Yes, it was. I have to tell you, I was pretty impressed by how you tackle that mad man with the gun. I really think you are the right man for this job” “I hope so” Mr. Y/L/N chuckled “I’m sure you are. But before telling you what you have to do you swear that no one will ever know about this conversation. All right?” “You have my word. I’m all ears”
I just noticed that Keith’s is so long oh my godh save me.
•ok so when he first meets you he tries flirting, and just omg
•you give him a look and he kinda tilts his head because he usually doesn’t get responses like that?? people either swoon or walk away
•Pidge was the only one that knew you were deaf, refused to tell Lance. Let you in on the joke of course
•everyone expected a huge reaction out of him when he found it but he actually laughed really loud and then when he knew you were the one forever
•felt super bad that you ended up coming to space with them, he knew it was hard to communicate in general with people who don’t speak ASL, and now here you are communication with ALIENS
•didn’t want you to come because you deserved to be home safe and sound and being deaf isn’t good when at war
•anything could happen and you would be able to hear things above or behind or around you
•someone laughed at you because you weren’t answering someone and he screeched so loud that maybe if you tried hard enough you could actually hear it
•he saw you around the garrison a few times but never got the chance to actually say anything to you
•when he and Shiro were talking in the hallway about Shiros graduation party Keith saw you and wanted to go say hi but didn’t want to be rude to Shiro
•"uh Keith? You awake?“
•keith blushes and snaps at him like yes of course but that person over there is my soulmate please
•when he first met you like actually met you, you had been one of the first medical scientists to find Shiro, and watched as your coworkers put him to sleep although you disobeyed and lowered the dose
•thanks to you he would’ve been asleep a lot longer than he had
•when keith came in and saw Shiro he saw you and was speechless but everything was interrupted by lance and you all left. you showed up at his shack a lot later on though
•oh my gosh, okay he finds out because you’re best friends with a cousin of Hunks and Hunk was like, “yknow she can’t,,,,hear, right?” And he literally blows a fuse and shuts down because he was talking behind you the whole time about shiro while you were checking on him
•he doesn’t mind that you’re deaf of course, but he’s extremely stubborn and impatient and it takes him so much effort to learn ASL
•turns out you had a handbook with you the entire time so some people can ask you certain things on the medical/scientific field
•he tried learning by going around space and searching for stores that had things from Earth and all he found was the alphabet
•omg he loves you so much if someone were to ever be cruel to you because you didn’t respond he would chew them out SO FAST
•he asked pidge and coran at one point if there was an easier way for the two of your to communicate, or if there was a way to get you to hear again
•you ended up refusing because you love your life just the way it is, and don’t really want to change anything
•but you’ll use it when around others who don’t know ASL, which is a lot of the time
•you and him were in the same grade and were assigned to a project together on the analysis of every planet, and you disappeared for one period, and you both met up in the library during study and you slid him a GIANT, packet of papers with information that even he didn’t know
•turns out since you couldn’t really do much, due to your hearing, you spent time learning about the planets and were obsessed with them
•he asked you how you knew so much information and you wrote down that you’re deaf and can’t hear anything he’s saying at the moment
•oomgndndn he wanted to cry
•you were so sweet and smart and so gorgeous in his eyes
•he smiled and you guys wrote back and forth the rest of the period
•ended up taking online lessons for ASL, but would most likely not ask to fix your hearing unless you wanted it
•once someone gave you a dirty look because you didn’t respond to them and he looked them straight in the eyes and asked them “can you NOT?”
•he already knew ASL, his mother worked at a living center, and a lot of blind and deaf people worked there so he learned both Braille and ASL.
•didn’t know you were deaf at first but you signed and he nodded and started signing too
•he panicked and Lance thought he said something mean by accident to you and basically slapped hunk on the back of the neck
•you reassured him that everything was fine, but not a lot of people knew ASL and it was a first in the garrison (that isn’t a teacher)
•oh wait I forgot but you had met at Class Day, where basically the seniors in the garrison receive their scholarships, and everyone was in the auditorium
•SCREECH once you guys went to get McDonald’s at 3AM, and he fell asleep in the passenger seat,
•this didn’t work out for you because he’s the talker in your relationship
•you literally panicked and slapped Hunk in the throat and he cried
•you laughed for hours and you’ll never forget that day
•pidge found out and laughed so much that they took out their laptop and typed out every word of your story while PISSING themself
•so obvious but Pidge would totally try to invent something for you so you can hear
•like, they’d be nervous that you wouldn’t want it and would instead just ask you if you’d test it
•you end up testing it and at first it didn’t work, but once it was fixed you tried again and you could actually hear
•you were so overwhelmed that you began to ugly sob because it was just great. finally being able to hear the voices of people you’ve been around for for so so long
•you aren’t so used to it, especially speaking and hearing your own voice so you usually stick to using sign language
•ok so you met Lance way after you met Pidge and he flirted with you (also you didn’t know Pidge was in disguise) so Pidge was mad
•kicked him in the balls because they were trying to hold it in but he’s been flirting with you for 6 minutes now
•heard an alien question your hand movements and sent their grapple to their forehead because their tone was a bit wrong
•HDNDNNDNDJD ALLURA DIDNT UNDERSTAND WHY YOU COULDNT HEAR
•and she leaned in and with the most straight face ever she said “what have they done to you.”
•hunk was so shocked and just amused that he fell to the ground whimpering because it was so funny
•he skipped laughing and went straight to crying
sirius request! looking after sirius after a full moon (maybe he gets some bad cuts or something?), just sleepy sirius fluff please
A/N: it’s been quite some time since i wrote a proper imagine. hope this lives up to your expectations!
They were late.
Usually, after a full moon, they would come to their dorm between four or five in the morning, right after Remus would change back so they could take him back to his bed and take care of him. You knew about Remus, of course, because you were in a relationship with Sirius for quite a long time, it was obvious you should know. The werewolf himself told you. After that, you wanted to help, but they (mostly Sirius) obviously didn’t accept that, so you were cursed with waiting in the common room for them without even sleeping. I mean, how could you? Knowing that your boyfriend was exposing himself to danger, that was enough to keep you up all night.
But today was different. They were later than usual and it was starting to worry you. Were they all right? Did they stay with Remus a bit so he could come back to his senses?
Biting your nails, you started walking in the room from corner to corner, now being awake more than ever.
Not so long after, you hear the portrait hole open and immediately rush over there to see what took them so long. And when you saw them you realised it wasn’t just Remus who was injured, but Sirius as well. They were both helped to walk by James and Peter.
“Oh, my goodness! Are you alright? Merlin, what happened?” you asked franatically, trying to reach and help them.
“It’s nothing, love, just some cuts,” Sirius whispered with his eyes closed.
“Can I help with something? Remus, are you okay?”
“I’ve been better, thank you, Y/N,” he coughed. James helped him to the stairs leading to their dorm and you took Sirius.
“I think you should take care of Sirius, Y/N, we’ll be fine with Remus,” James said quietly. Remus nodded, even though it hurt him. You swallowed and watched them climb the stairs until you could no longer see them, and then turned to your boyfriend, hugging him.
“I was so worried, I thought something happened because you were late!” you said into the crook of his neck.
“As much as I love to embrace you, darling, it hurts, could you pleaseー” he groaned.
“Yes, yes, of course, I’m sorry,” you mumbled, pulling away. “I just missed you.”
He gave you a weak but sincere smile. “I missed you too, sweetheart.”
“Is it alright if I take you to my dorm?“ you asked frowning and cupping his face with you hands gently.
“Take me on a date first, Merlin,” he joked, smiling cheekily. “That is more than alright,” he said and you smiled. Even now, when he was injured, he was able to crack a joke. The love you had for this man was unimaginable. You put a hand around his torso very carefully and helped him climb the stairs.
Once in your room, he sat on your bed quietly, careful not to wake up your dorm mates. He put his head on the pillow and closed his eyes.
“Sirius, let me help you with those cuts, please.” You ran a hand through his hair.
“Please keep doing that,” he whispered.
“I know you’re hurting, I wanna help. You can sleep after, it won’t last long.”
He groaned, but stood up nonetheless, with his eyes closed still. “Hurry, please. I feel like I could go into hibernation right now.” You looked at him in awe; he was the cutest human being you have ever seen, he never failed to amaze you.
“I’ll try my best, I promise.” You smiled and kissed him briefly, but the moment you wanted to take your wand, he pulled you back into a long, passionate kiss and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Sirius, I’m trying to help you,” you said when you pulled away.
“Oh, you don’t know how much this helps,” he said and reached out to kiss you again, but you put your hand on his mouth.
“A minute. That’s all it takes, then I’ll do whatever you want me to do.” You took your wand and began to mumble healing spells.
He smirked. “Now, don’t say that, love, you might end up regretting it,” he tried to say that in a confident tone, but a loud yawn interrupted him in mid sentence. You merely laughed.
After you finished with the healing spells you kissed his cheek. “Done, now put your head on the pillow and sleep.” You laughed.
“Only if you cuddle with me. And do that thing with my hair.
He layed back on the bed with you and pulled you close. You started running your hands through his long and soft hair. “What, this?” you whispered. Your faces were so close, you could feel his breath on yours. At your touch he closed his eyes and moaned.
“Yeah, keep doing that. It feels great,” he said, pulling you even closer and resting his head on your chest.
“Goodnight, Sirius,” you whispered, kissing his forehead.
“Night, Y/N. I love you,” he mumbled against your chest.
You smiled, still running a hand through his hair. “I love you too,” you said, but he was already snoring.
Symphogear AXZ has given me so many emotions about the Illuminati alchemists, my heart can’t take it ;_; Cagliostro and Prelati are so loyal and care for Saint-Germain so much and Saint-Germain cares about them back and just the fact that the “villains” are so loving and protective towards each other throws me for a loop because I want our heroes to succeed but at the same time I don’t want them to hurt these antagonists… this season is tearing me apart
Please can someone explain to me why there’s this fandom thing where Obi Wan is nothing but angst and sads for 20 straight years on Tatooine?
I mean yes, of course, obviously, there would be angst, and grief, and pain, and feelings of failure and insecurity and loss of self.
as a canon (from what I’ve seen anyway) INFJ, his initial response wouldn’t be playing All By Myself on repeat for 20 straight years while sobbing into a cup of Bantha milk. After a trauma, an INFJ goes into an Ni-Ti loop where the emotional/intuitive part of the brain shuts down to let the logical side take over for a while. Obi Wan had his mission to protect Luke and his transition to a new planet/way of life happening so his primary mindset would have been Get Shit Done and save the feels for later when he was prepared to deal with them.
Nothing in canon makes me believe that the majority of his 20 years as a desert hermit were about being a sad, bitter, lonely man. If you watch A New Hope, you see a man who is witty, sarcastic, kind, and calm. He speaks of the time Before the Empire with sadness for what was lost, but not bitterness or anger.
Basically what I’m saying is give me Obi Wan on Tatooine being himself- the man who winked and witticized his way out of death and imprisonment a million times, who always found something to laugh about or make fun of even in the most difficult situations. Give me Obi Wan finally getting his sense of adventure back and finding a cave only a Jedi could access, where he practices with his ‘saber for days on end with no interruption- not because he’s running from his past, but because he loves ‘saberplay and relishes the chance to do it without interruption. Give me Obi Wan learning every local superstition he can and using them to play practical jokes that always end up leaving the people better off than they were before. Give me Obi Wan choosing to become a local myth because of the cosmic irony. I want him finally hearing Qui Gon’s voice for the first time and laughing about it for three straight days because he’s so pleased to have his master back. Let me see him sneaking around at night bringing down the Hutts and local gangs in secret. Let me see him try to keep a straight face when he walks through town and hears people talking about a mysterious wizard who destroys evil and champions the weak.
I feel for angsty, lonely, learning-to-cope-after-Mustafar Obi Wan but I am desperate for sneaky, witty, Jedi-in-disguise-and-loving-it Obi Wan, because that’s who he is.
“Someone opened another florist down the road and I’m losing customers so I’m checking out the competition undercover” AU
“You came in once and asked for some flowers for your girlfriend/wife/partner/etc and I made an inappropriate joke about how your relationship must be in trouble then you informed me they were for their grave and now I feel stupid, I’m so so sorry and now you come in each year and ask for the same flowers for them and I feel worse each time I see you” AU
“Aren’t you that hot florist I see down the road sometimes? Why are you in my florist shop?” AU
“You’d really suit a flower crown, please let me make you one” AU
“Which flowers best convey the message ‘I think I should cook dinner tonight because, no offense, but your cooking sucks and makes me sick’?” AU
“So you’re the one who decided opening a tattoo parlour beside a florist was a good idea?” AU
“Why do you buy lilies every Wednesday morning at 10am?” AU
“When you first came in I made a joke about guys buying flowers but I know that was a stupid joke to make really, why on earth did I say it? You’re actually very pretty” AU
“Did you know you just bought a gay/bi/pan/trans/etc flag in roses?” AU
“You want me to make a flower display for your shop but I’ve been watching you across the street since you opened up the shop and I think I have a crush” AU