pointless bickering

Gladly ; Tom Holland

WARNINGS: nsfw !!, themes of hate sex-ish, protected sex, slight oral (female receiving), things escalating v quickly, 

summary: professor!Tom au


A/N: i bet my dog you guys will want part two of this,, it was so weird never mentioning ‘tom’ but rather just ‘mr holland’

Hearing the bell ring as you sat on the floor and hidden between the shelves of books in the library indicated that the vacant period has ended. You peeked to see everyone pick up their books and drag themselves out the room; but of course knowing that the next subject was English, your impish behavior meant for you to stay a little longer and intentionally end up arriving behind schedule.

It wasn’t after twenty minutes when you finally ambled out the library in the direction to the scheduled room. You cautiously turned the door knob praying that Mr. Holland still hasn’t arrived shortly realizing that if he catches you tardy one more time he’d definitely send you in detention for a month, as what he intimidated.

Unluckily as you had opened the door you were greeted with the recognizable accent that echoed in the room. Mr. Holland stood across yards away listing down terms with a chalk on the blackboard however pausing his discussion one your presence had entered the room. “Now that is the perfect example of immoral behavior,” He pointed out in front, pushing back his glasses before giving a displeased look.

Although you were fucked you definitely were not intimidated by it –thinking it was just a month of detention, how worse can it get?

Mr. Holland had clearly drawn attention to as you made your way at the back where you were seated. You slumped into your seat and threw your bag in front and barely attending to Mr. Holland’s lecture. “Miss Y/L/N, care to explain?” With many pairs of eyes gazed at you, it lead you rather flustered and incapable of speaking.

The entire room was hushed as the intimidating silence was coercing you. “And that better not be another implausible excuse about your dog, god help me if so,” afterwards you blatantly rolling your eyes at Mr. Holland. “You never learn anything don’t you, Miss Y/L/N?” His false assertion irritating you more as he shook his head, expressing his annoyance.

But believe it or not it wasn’t always bickering between the two of you. For once you actually admired Mr. Holland’s intellect; he definitely was smart, hence why he got a degree at an early age and began teaching, making him the youngest out of all the professors in the campus –and who’s just two years older than you.

You were even one of the best students in his class, receiving multiple praises from him time to time; however he began disregarding you after catching you cut class –which wasn’t his class –with your former boyfriend, and for no reason he began failing you in class. Although you did try reasoning his unjust system, he barely gave a rationale still leaving you with nothing.

So rather than further protesting you decided to let him have it and by that means of reifying what he had been labeling you as, thus, the start of the pointless bickering and disagreements. 

Anyways you deliberately kept yawning whenever you caught Mr. Holland glancing at your area, knowing well how much he hates impudence. “Miss Y/L/N did you even have a hint of what we were discussing about today, or were you sat there unmindful like the little brat you are?” He coarsely publicized in the entire room as you remained silent. “I though so too,” he affirmed.

For the rest of the period you were speechless out of humiliation but finally, after a while of sitting tight, the bell finally rang. “Remember the essay is due on Monday and I expect everyone to pass,” he reminded followed by, “class is dismissed, everyone may go.” As he walked back to the teachers desk and took his seat while you hurriedly slung your bag over your shoulder. “I meant everyone except for Miss Y/L/N.”

You grumbled, “come on, really?” before falling back to your seat as you saw everyone exiting from the room. “Yes really, now please take a seat in front,” as Mr. Holland indicated for you to seat across from his desk, you sighed having no choice rather than to walk in front and take the seat athwart from him. 

He leaned towards you, pushing back his glasses before speaking up, “you do know I can get you suspended for the multiple tardiness,” he threatened with his face expressionless and his voice unsympathetic. Immediately you reacted, “I thought it was just a month of detention? That’s unfair, you never informed me about this shit.”

“Language, Miss Y/L/N,” he prompted but it only left you more enraged. “Oh kiss my ass. It wasn’t my fault in the first place you started this whole mess because you were failing me in your subject for no goddamn reason,” you argued. “You were cutting class in the middle of the day with your douche of a boyfriend!” 

A bewildering expression crossed upon your face, “that wasn’t even your class. I never skipped your subject and yet you attempted on failing me!” You dissented. “Yes but sooner you began purposely flunking your academics and performance leaving me no choice than to suspend you, love.” And shuddering instantly once you heard him call you by a nickname, you then stood up with your face leaning closer to his as you looked directly at him. “First of all don’t call me that, I have a last name. And second, all I can say is a big fuck you.”

“Gladly.” was all you heard from Mr. Holland and questioning what it meant but sooner finding out after feeling a pair of lips collide with yours. And as much as you did hate him, your actions seemed to not have any plans upon defying him. So rather than shoving him and halting this far-fetched scenario, your body decided to keep this ongoing –because you were definitely lying if you said you did not want this.

His hands yanks on the hem of our shirt pulling it over without any permissions and tossing it beside. Then he deepens into the kiss, harshly and slobbery bruising your lower lip whilst discards his blazer and unbuttons his polo. Meanwhile you unbuttoned your pants, sliding them off and pushing them aside on the floor leaving you only in your undergarments and exposed as ever.

As things were definitely escalating quickly, you felt Mr. Holland’s lips trail descending over to your neck. He hungrily bit onto the sensitive skin forcefully sucking and assuring he repeated those actions several times until the area exhibited the multiple red bruises. You hissed along the way as your hands stripped his polo revealing his perfectly toned body. 

Mr. Holland had unclasp your bra and throwing it aside before feeling a wave of cold air hit your perky breasts, which sent goosebumps over your skin. His fingers proceeded over your sensitively stiff nipples, pinching and tugging it making you stifle a moan. “God isn’t you body just breathtaking?” He attempted to compliment though you completed ignored it. “Shut up, we’re just horny.”

The next thing Mr. Holland had done was forcing you on his desk, pushing aside all the unwanted objects placed, as your body bent over it. Immediately he tugged over your lace panties that eventually dropped down around your ankles giving a magnificent view of your ass. He gave a nice firm smack over one cheek as his fingers ran over your folds behind, gradually titillating you, as your arms extended over the edge of the desk.

Since you were facing the opposite side, you were blinded with Mr. Hollands actions unbeknownst to what he could do next. You felt a pair of lips hungrily lick you from behind as a pair of hands spread your ass further. His lips lapped over your entrance increasing the wetness that was forming between your legs.

You felt Mr. Holland’s breaths brush against your core as his tongue delve into you. He hummed as you continued to take delight with his actions with your fingers gripping on the edge of the desk and attempting to conceal faint moans coming out from your lips. “Can’t believe you’re agreeing to all of this, Y/N,” it was weird enough you were fucking your professor but it was somehow weirder when you heard your first name roll from his mouth.

There was a pause between the two of you making you impatient and look back to see him fumbling on his wallet in search for something. Finally seeing as he pulled out a familiar packet of condom. “You’re seriously like those cocky douches who carry a condom in the wallet?” You retorted whilst he was in the process of tearing up the packet with his teeth, “I’m not being cocky, I heard it was a sign of luck.”

Then he unbuckled his pants, pulling it down with his briefs and a clear seeing a view of his length spring out. It was definitely erect and hurriedly, he had rolled the lubricated latex over his hard on.

And at most immediately he penetrated himself inside you, making you grasp tighter into the desk and instinctively clench around him as you were unprepared. Like before, you nevertheless kept choking in your moans unwilling to give in and indicate a sign of pleasure nor’ satisfaction –since you do both ‘hate’ each other. “Come on just fucking moan for me already.” Mr. Holland groaned.

He continued to ram into you as he yanked fistfuls of your hair with one hand making you throw your head back and finally moan aloud from the forceful actions “Oh f-fuck you,” you cussed as he leered in delight after finally hearing something leave from your lips that suggested a sense of pleasure. “But hell you’re so fucking tight,” he dug his fingers, with the other hand, onto the skin of your ass making you hiss at the pleasurable pain.

The room was filled with your screams, Mr. Holland’s pants, and the skin slapping that was created between the two of you –and it was quite a turn on per se. Though he paused again for a moment, panting before speaking up. “Turn around,” he ordered in which case you obeyed, shifting from your once upright position to a supine one. 

Again, he had spread your legs wide, inserting himself inside you and continuing to roughly pound into you.Your hands reached over on Mr. Holland’s waist and digging your nails onto his hips as he pulled his hips down harder. To add to your nearing climax that’s building up in your system, his fingers reached over to your clit giving a forceful knead on it. “Fuck,” you cursed under your breath.

“I t-think I’m close,” you cried out arching your back and clawing onto the desk. Then you began dissolving into euphoria as you neared an orgasm, feeling waves of explosions coarse through your veins. Your teeth sunken onto your lower lip as you clenched your walls around his dick afterwards hearing a loud groan from Mr. Holland. “God that was fucking tight.”

Gradually the rhythm Mr. Holland once had with his thrust began fading as time began slowing down. “Oh fuck you, I’m going to come.” You whimpered as the tension became unbearable with your attempts of holding down your climax. “You’re already doing it, darling,” he cockily winked as his propels became sloppier by the second.

And with no minute wasted, Mr. Holland began decelerating his pace though making sure to pound into you harder. You threw your head back as you finally released around him, giving a loud sigh before trying to catch your normal breaths –subsequently, after a few more thrusts, Mr. Holland came too. “Okay that was so wrong yet felt so right,” he pants before pulling himself out after having to unload.

“I still hate you and nothing has changed,” you reminded, helping your self down and off his desk searching for your clothes that was scattered in the room. “Yeah definitely. I still hate you and uh, nothing definitely has changed between the- you know, two of us.” He stammered whilst buttoning his pants up, “but even if we do hate each other, would you agree on a date?”

Without thinking twice you answered. “No,” before fixing your things and preparing to leave the room. “We shall never speak of this and god help me if we ever fall into a situation like this ever again, got it?” As he nodded in agreement. 

idk id this was crappy, sorry if so ):


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anonymous asked:

If you could to write Tim and Damian make amends, how would ya? What each boy needs to do to end their feud?

What the boys need to do is find common ground and realize that they’re not a different as they like to pretend and to get past their initial bad impressions.

Damian needs to see that Tim isn’t the “spare” Robin. He’s not just the kid who fast talked his way into the family but has the skills and the attitude to back him up. In addition, Damian needs to stop comparing himself to Tim because despite Damian’s big talk about Tim’s worthlessness (which he does still feel is partially true) he spent a lot of his early years trying to compete with Tim’s calm competence. Damian has now grown up and grown to be a much more caring character and he NEEDS to realize that he and Tim share a lot of the same vulnerabilities and, while Tim brushes a lot of them off, Damian’s words do weigh down on him.

Interestingly enough, I can flip a lot of that back on Tim. He needs to see that Damian has grown beyond the murderous Demon Spawn and has become a caring and heroic Robin in his own right. He needs to stop blaming Damian for everything that goes wrong and, be more like Dick, and acknowledging Dami’s strengths and not his failings. He also needs to see that his dismissiveness of Damian’s growth is really hurtful for the kid who is trying is best to move past his old self. Tim downplaying Dami’s improvement is really hurting the kid’s esteem and, of course, making him lash out in anger at Tim.

Really, the boys need to be put in a situation, preferably alone, where they’re able to really see each other as fellow Robins and brothers. See how Tim’s insecurities are weighing him down and leading him towards self-destruction and understand that Damian hides behind a lot of bluster because he’s so afraid that he’ll regress back to an Al Ghul and is trying hard to be the best hero he can be. The ideal situation for me would have been Damian being the one to notice something was fishy about Tim’s death and following the clues to locate his brother in a parallel to Tim’s journey in Red Robin. This would have allowed Dami to appreciate how much Tim went through and be angry at the fam for giving up on Tim so easily when they all moved heaven and earth to save him.

 Damian would lead the mission to save Tim (maybe with some Titans too?) and Tim would be overwhelmed that it was Damian of all people who believed in him. Tim use the time home to adjust with Damian helping him, Tim will really see how much Damian has improved and slowly reintegrate into life with Damian serving as a major support. Slowly life becomes normal again and Tim and Damian fall back into bantering but this time it’s fun with no bite and mostly out of habit. They’ll never cuddle like Dick or be open like Steph but they understand that the other has Seen Things and they can understand what it’s like to try and live up to that impossible legacy. They patrol together, Tim giving advice on hideaways and detective moves. Damian nags Tim when he falls into his neglectful spirals, replacing his coffee with relaxing tea and making his stupid big brother go to bed.

anonymous asked:

The sugar daddy headcanons were so good I'm gonna... cry.....,,,,,,,,...... is there some way u could do more headcanons please for it? Maybe this time with stuff like: sugar daddy to lover type stuff? Old hope that's not confusing!! With 76, reaper and mccree again? Ilyyy

When the sugar daddy’s nut so good that you tear up

I kind of understand what you’re asking (or, at least, I think I do) so I shall try provide what you desperately thirst for. >:0


Continuation of this: https://overwatch-imagines-hub.tumblr.com/post/160723237469/hopefully-requests-are-open-can-i-ask-for-sugar

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Soldier 76

  • It really wouldn’t be surprising if it went from a sugar daddy/baby relationship to a romantic one
  • You guys have already the companionship piece down and the sex is great
  • The relationship probably just kind of evolves into romance over time
  • Expensive dinners at restaurants turn into home cooked meals
  • Trips to the movie theater turn into movie marathons at either of your places
  • Sex isn’t really a necessity anymore
  • Instead there’s a lot more cuddling and kissing after dates instead
  • Neither is buying/paying things for you but he still does it every once in a while
  • Is still always taking care of you, though you take care of him too
  • Where he was closed off about his work and life before, he now isn’t
  • You both have a couple drawers of your own things at each other’s place and take turns staying the night at each other’s houses
  • He doesn’t make you leave when he has to go to work like he used to; instead he’ll save you breakfast in the fridge and kiss your forehead before he heads out
  • When he comes home and collapses in bed, you make sure his shoes and visor/glasses and uncomfortable jacket get taken off, then make sure he has a blanket over him
  • On the days he doesn’t work, you let him sleep in while you make breakfast and even tidy up his house a bit for him (it’s a little messy after three straight weeks of work)
  • He does the same for you when he’s staying at your place

Reaper

  • He slipped up and mentioned his feelings for you at some point
  • He freaked out right afterwards and tried to tell you that it wouldn’t happen again and that he was sorry and just to forget everything he said
  • You gotta shut him up with a kiss, probably
  • Afterwards, not much is different, except he’s way more open with his feelings and pampers you way more than before
  • If that second part’s possible
  • Still pays for your things and sets up expensive dates until unless you tell him not to
  • He probably has you move in with him so he gets to be around you more
  • Sex becomes a rare thing; it’s mostly heavy cuddling and warm kisses 24/7
  • Also becomes hella protective, which was another side of himself that he hid from you as a sugar daddy
  • He’s an absolute lovebird, straight from a cheesy rom-com
  • It’s almost ridiculous but it’s also amazingly adorable on the big, bulky, usually edgy and intimidating man

McCree

  • As soon as he realizes he’s catching cooties feelings, he tries to replace you
  • Even goes so far as trying to make you hate him so you leave him
  • Of course, you’re smart and his personality change is the most obvious thing ever, so you’re not about to go down without a fight
  • So you set up an elaborate plan of seducing him and getting him a little tipsy so he tells you what’s wrong
  • It works but tipsy Jesse also realizes what you’re up to when you start asking odd questions, so an argument breaks out
  • And that’s when he slips up and tells you the big news
  • He’s got the romantic feelin’s for his baby
  • And when you’re quiet with surprise, he kisses you to prove it
  • Jesse does everything but kiss his sugar babies on the mouth
  • Boy is he good at kissing too
  • That night’s one of tipsy, giddy romping
  • Instead of rough and fast, he goes slow and takes his time to kiss and touch every inch of your body
  • So much kissing
  • He’s gotta make up for all that time he hasn’t been kissing you
  • God he loves kissing you
  • From then on, his favorite thing is kissing your sweet little lips
  • He gives you the cutest and most random nicknames ever
  • No longer presses you/buys you things to keep up with beauty standards; his favorite thing is seeing your messy hair and your smeared makeup/unwashed face in the morning while wearing his shirt and/or hat when you come out to breakfast
  • Totally cooks for you all the time, whenever he gets the chance
  • Still buys you little gifts and spa trips and short vacations (that he joins you on, of course) whenever you show the slightest sign of stress
  • Way more protective of you than before, if possible
  • Also gets jealous easily but hides it well until he can pout later when you’re alone
  • Half of your stuff is now at his place and he loves to spend most of his free time at yours
  • You have a key to his place
  • While he loves a completely obedient sugar baby, in a relationship he loves those pointless little bickering moments and end up in chuckles and sweet smooches
  • K I S S E S
Ankle Biter | 02

pairing: taehyung x reader - single dad! au

warnings/genre: major fluff, major angst, smut eventually I’m sure because of my thirsty ass

summary: You swear that your job sucks, except for the guy who keeps coming in every morning to order himself a black coffee, and his kid a strawberry milk and chocolate muffin. When you and Taehyung have an awkward run-in at the cafe thanks to his kid, feelings start to emerge and so do the secrets.

words: 5.8k

playlist | 01 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | epilogue  

moodboards: before & after

warning for this chapter: dirty, filthy sin I’m so sorry it’s @memecook‘s fault, she told me to just keep sinning so I did


“Y/N.”

You looked up, eyebrows pulled together as you concentrated on trying to get a drop of espresso out of this damn machine before you threw it in the garbage; one last measly attempt to save yourself $200 because you knew Bea would just take it out of your paycheck anyway.

Taehyung stood there, and for the second day in a row without Taeji. He must’ve noticed your immediate confusion, his eyes looking down at his side themselves and stuttering out, “O-oh, he’s with his grandparents for the weekend.” You only nodded at his answer, looking back down at the broken machine.

You begin, “Look, Taehyung, I’m-” at the same time Taehyung says, “Can I ask you something?” The two of you stare at each other for a minute, before smiles replace the frowns on your faces. 

“Let me clean up, I’ll be out in a second.” You smile, heat rising to your cheeks as you turn away and wipe your hands on your white apron. “Looks like you’ve got an admirer, Y/N,” a voice says, and you look to the side of the kitchen to see Bea and Seol standing by the ovens. They had obviously witnessed your little encounter with Taehyung just now, little smirks playing on their faces and curiosity in their waiting eyes. 

Scoffing, you ignore their words and untie your apron to hang it up on the wall. Admirer? You had one of those in the 4th grade. What did he want to ask you? Your head was spinning with questions as you walked down the hallway to meet Taehyung at the register. When you finally rounded the corner, you saw the grimace on his face quickly change to one of a newfound happiness, a boxy grin engraving itself into his face.

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anonymous asked:

namjin #15

oh man i am so sorry this took so long!! i’ve been having a writer’s block of sorts (more like a life block) for the past few weeks, but anyway, i hope you enjoy this!! thank you for requesting ^3^

15. “i made your favorite.” + namjin

Sometimes, Seokjin felt at peace when he was baking.

The not having to think about what he had to do when was he kneading dough settled his nerves. The feeling of the starchy mass underneath his fingertips was in a weird way, extremely comforting. The dough was putty in his hands and he had full control.

Seokjin liked having control.

Especially when it came to his younger boyfriend Namjoon.

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anonymous asked:

Can i get a scenario where Azusa is verrrrryyyyyyy angry?

The Mukami brothers were usually pretty close and got along well, this was not one of those days. Ruki, Kou, and Yuma were arguing about how someone stole Kou’s microphone. Azusa, the anxious vampire that he is stood in a corner, repeatedly whispering for them to stop, but the Mukami’s didn’t hear him or were just ignoring him. After getting angrier and angrier of their pointless argument from his bickering brothers he had finally had enough.

“Shut, the fuck up Kou. No one stole your goddamn microphone!!” Azusa screamed without stuttering.

The entire room was silent. The Mukami brothers stared at him in surprise, they had never seen him not stutter before. After a few moments passed Ruki nodded his head calmly, “okay,” he said. Yuma, Kou and Ruki walked separate directions from each other as Azusa seethed, confused on why they listened to him without talking back. 

“Wait…. What?” Azusa said.

aylx-art3mis  asked:

Late att night with Draco and Ginny.

this is a muggle au for the @slytherdornet and @hprarepairnet be mine challenge!

  • ginny was used to draco coming to her soccer practices. 
  • he started to watch her after she scored the winning goal beating his school weeks ago.
  • at first, it was a little discomforting.
  • but now she was more uncomfortable if he did not show.
  • he would distract her on the field because he was so good looking.
  • and it wasn’t like they didn’t talk.
  • they talked all the time after the games, though it was more bickering than anything.
  • ginny was attracted to him, more than she cared to admit.
  • and he seemed to be interested in her for whatever reason.
  • draco malfoy was a part the wealthiest family in town - her family hated his family.
  • it was a mutual feeling on the malfoy side.
  • he was totally off-limits, which only intrigued ginny more.
  • her game ended late, and as she walked out of the locker room, he was leaning against the wall waiting for her and smoking a cigarette.
  • “took you long enough, ginevra,” he said slowly, “i have been freezing my ass off for a good twenty minutes.”
  • “i had to shower, thank you,” she said back hotly, “and i didn’t ask you to wait for me. i never do.”
  • she ran her shoulder into his arm as she pushed past him.
  • she was relieved when she heard his footsteps following her.
  • “you don’t have to ask, because i already know you want me to,” he drawled, “let’s not go back to this pointless bickering.”
  • “but that’s what we do best.”
  • no ginevra, it shouldn’t be.”
  • she stopped walking and slowly turned around to look up at him.
  • they were standing incredibly close, too close.
  • it made goosebumps rise on ginny’s forearm.
  • “it’s ginny,” she practically whispered, “how many times do i have to tell you?”
  • “ginevra’s more authentic. you are the type of person to have an authentic name.”
  • she didn’t say anything; she let him continue.
  • “do you know what day it is?” he asked her.
  • tuesday, she thought to herself, but she didn’t answer him.
  • “it’s valentine’s day. i knew you had a game, so i didn’t ask you out sooner. you would have said no anyway. do you want to get a soda?”
  • his offer made her snort.
  • he raised his brow and threw his cigarette down to put it out.
  • “what’s so funny?” he asked.
  • “you’re the type of prep boy that stalks a girl from another school and smokes, and you’re asking me to go out for a soda? are we living in the ‘60s?”
  • he smirked.
  • “i do not stalk you ginevra, we are friends. you said so last week.”
  • she rolled her eyes.
  • “i only said that so you could take the hint and leave me alone.”
  • she hated lying, but it was becoming easier.
  • “whatever makes you feel better,” he replied.
  • “shut up.”
  • he chuckled to himself.
  • “so should i offer you a cold beer instead? we could go get some fake ids. beer is super romantic.”
  • “yeah, just like a soda.”
  • she didn’t realize she had moved closer to him until she felt his hand wrap gently around her forearm.
  • he bent down and whispered into her ear, “so what’s your answer, ginny? yes or no?”
  • his hot breath on her ear made her shiver, along with the fact that he finally called her ginny instead of ginevra.
  • yes,” she whispered back, “i’ve been waiting for you to ask for weeks now.” 

bia-barbosa2105  asked:

In a conversation between me and my brother of 8 years: So I explained to him te hole story of svtfoe cause he told me to and then he asked me: B: Are Star and Marco dating in season 3? M: No B: They should. They're meant for each other! M: I know right?! After this I started loving my brother a little more...I think this means that even children ship starco!!

Truly everyone* ships Starco!

*except for those people who have different tastes whose opinion should be respected without spiraling into pointless and immature fandom bickering.

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The three Goddesses were walking towards him, deep in conversation. Une, the other twin of the Moon Goddesses, and Diena, Goddess of Daylight, were like sisters to Seirye. Hellion of course had his opinions of them, especially Une, which he’d never quite gotten along with.

They halted as they at last noticed his presence, as did the bright smiles on their faces.

Une: “You still owe me money from the Grand Game, Hellion.”
Hellion: “Is that so? I assume you have some proof?”
Une: “Oh, you little piece o,-”
Hellion: “-I’ll take that as a no.”
Diena: “…What did you expect for the God of deception?”
Une: “To show some respect. Seirye, make him pay for it.”
Seirye: “I doubt he’ll listen, Une.”
Une: “You’re the only one he does.”
Hellion: “I don’t have the time, nor the interest to listen to your pointless bickering.”
Une: “Then how about you parade away?”
Hellion: “I’d like to talk with Seirye. Alone.”
Une: “Not before you pay the toll.”
Seirye: …
Une: Fine, have your talk. You can also tell him how positively handsome he looks, just like you did to us seconds ago.”
Diena:Une.”

They left them alone, murmuring something as the walked away. When he at last spoke, his words were a lethal caress,

Hellion: “Positively handsome?”

bane340-deactivated20170705  asked:

So, only a couple of months in, and Titans already has a crossover with Teen Titans and Deathstroke. I'm having "The Culling" Flashbacks. Your thoughts on the subject?

While I’m annoyed by the inclusion of a crossover this soon… it’s fortunately a lot better than that (so far, at least). Unlike Teen Titans and Legion Lost, the Lazarus Contract at least connects books that WOULD have a connection with one another - Titans, Teen Titans, and Deathstroke. The motivations of the characters are clear and straightforward and there is neither too much pointless bickering or wasted time - each issue is building on the previous one and providing some new information to advance the story.

What good is a heart if it just breaks into pieces?
I rather stay heartless than just cope with feelings
Just need somebody that will love me for me
take the good with the ugly
because not everything in a relationship
is all strawberries and rainbows
see when it rains it pours so my question is: is you with me or what?
If you are then get the umbrella while I get the raincoats
gotta weather the storm so I’ll X-men out the equation
while I trust you to be my black panther
have faith that you’ll be able to provide me
with security, warmth, and comfort
Need somebody that will treat me as a priority instead of an option
I refuse to be disrespected and disrespect myself by
letting someone play with my heart and try and buy me
as if my love can be sold at an auction
When arguments ensue we gotta be able to reason
you say “I hear you” but did you actually listen?
Guess we’ll find out based on
how your words correspond with your actions
I’m not for the pointless bickering back and forth
without some type of compromising
but you know what they say: when the going gets tough
the tough get going, just goes to show
that people are only in your life for seasons
went from our love heating up during Winter
only to fall once it hit Autumn and I was committed
but like Autumn leaves we were heady, gold, pure but limited
Did we do everything that we could?
We were simple but beautiful
so do you want me to move on without you?
—  Without You

anonymous asked:

Hi! Read them rules (and as a coming-soon bnha blog, i was thinking the same thing loool I applaud you💖) Can I request a scenario (or hcs if you're busy) of Todoroki calling his fem! S/o only for him to hear that they were in the middle of a bad argument with her parents, who can be like Endeavor at times. Idk im thinking he'd try to take them out from the situation or comfort his s/o but yeah! Love your blog smmmm!

omg tysm!! I really liked the request because it gave me a lot of inspo♡ and you should totally send me your user when you make the blog!
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It was the same stupid things that always set your parents off, and provoked a stream of pointless bickering. Your parents didn’t believe in you becoming a hero because you didn’t have a flashy or powerful quirk, as a matter of fact it was a miracle you got into UA with such a “weak and pathetic quirk” as your parents would say. But all in all, you were determined to become a hero because it was all you ever dreamed of as a child, to one day save many lives and have people look up to you wishing to be exactly like you, that is what you desired most. Your parents hated that dream because they could only see you dying in your line of work but that wasn’t going to stop you. “I’d rather die a hero and know I did some good in this world rather than sit on my ass and do nothing.” You always found yourself saying this in every pointless argument you and your parents had.
“Y/n, it’s time to wake up and come back to reality!” Your mom yelled at you. You folded your arms in frustration.
God, not this again. You thought to yourself. Why is it so hard for my parents to just accept this and move on?!
“This is just a phase, you’ll get over this soon. You don’t need to risk your life y/n.” Your dad added to the conversation. Every damn word they kept saying was nudging you closer and closer to blowing up in their faces. You were trying with everything you had to keep your cool but they just kept dragging on and on… Until finally, you lost it.
“SHUT UP, WILL YOU!” You screamed in their faces. Peer shocked washed over both of their faces as their mouths fell open. A sudden buzz of your phone caught you off guard. You pulled out your phone and saw that your boyfriend Todoroki was calling you. You quickly glance up at your parents that look like their about to rip off your head.
“I have to take this, sorry.” You mumbled as you walked out the kitchen and proceeded to your bedroom. You could hear their muffled voices as you left. You didn’t want to hear anymore of their bullshit anyways.
“Hey, what’s up?” You answer as you quietly shut your door. You sound frustrated and Todoroki immediately picks up on it.
“Hey y/n.” Todoroki hesitates for a few seconds, “Are you okay?” He asks with a soft voice. Just those words were enough to make you start to ball your eyes out. You were just so overwhelmed with everything.
“Hey hey hey, y/n. Talk to me.” Todoroki spoke gently. You take a couple deep breaths before trying to speak.
“It’s just,” You gasp for air as tears stream down your rosy cheeks. “My parents… They just don’t.. Understand.” You sniffled.
“I’m coming over, be there in 5 minutes. You’re gonna be okay.” Todoroki reassured as he hung up.
You wiped away the few tears that were still on your face and took a deep breath before leaving your room. You hoped your parents wouldn’t have anymore to say to you, you couldn’t take anymore of what they had to say. Their words were so destructive. You managed to make it to the front door without your parents noticing you and you sat on the step outside as you waited for your boyfriend. You held your legs close and buried your head in them. What if they’re right? Maybe i’m better off if i’m just, nothing. Your thoughts were all over the place. You jolted as you felt someone put their arm around you. It was Todoroki. You immediately teared up as he pulled you in for a hug. He gently stroked your hair.
“It’s gonna be okay y/n, I’m here now.” He whispered in you ear. His presence was so reassuring. You let out a giant sob in an attempt to speak. You felt your throat close up, and your chest went tight. It felt like your heart was crumbling to dust, leaving you gasping for air every few seconds.
“I just want them to stop,” You clenched hard onto Todoroki’s shirt as you whimpered, “I don’t think I can take another minute of them putting me down. I just want to help people, why is that so bad?” You cried out. Todoroki rubbed your back as you hugged.
“Don’t let them get to you, or crush that dream of yours, you hear me?” Todoroki spoke with a calm, gentle voice.
“I believe in you, isn’t that enough?” He smiled as he kissed your forehead. You looked up at him with watery eyes and gave him a warm smile.
“Todoroki,” You buried your head in his chest, “I love you, more than anything in this world.” You spoke with a glowing smile. He pulled away the few awkward strands of hair on your face, tucking them behind your ears.
“I love you too.”

  • Madara: Now, after a hundred years of waiting, I'm going to defeat you, and then I'll destroy the world!
  • Hashirama: Why would you want to do that?
  • Madara: What?
  • Hashirama: What's the point in destroying the world? What do you gain from it?
  • Madara: I... don't understand the question.
  • Hashirama: Look, you must have a reason for wanting to destroy the world. Otherwise this whole arc was just pointless bickering.
  • Madara: Of course I have a reason!
  • Hashirama: Goodie. Do you feel like sharing it with the class?
  • Madara: No. It's a secret!
Chaotic Ships

1. Conflicting

“My girlfriend is adorable,” Green huffed in pride as he hugged Leaf’s waist. A proud smile curled his lips as he kissed the strands of the shorter girl’s soft brown hair.

As for Leaf, she only dropped her head down and sighed in embarrassment.

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Gilgamesh: Finally! After 10 years of waiting, I’m going to destroy the world! 
Rin: Why would you want to do that? 
Gilgamesh: What? 
Rin: What’s the point in destroying the world? What do you gain from it? 
Gilgamesh: …I don’t understand the question. 
Rin: Look, you must have some reason for wanting to destroy the world. Otherwise, this whole mess was just pointless bickering! 
Gilgamesh: Of course I have a reason! 
Rin: Oh, goodie! Do you feel like sharing it with the class? 
Gilgamesh: No, it’s a secret. 
Rin: You’re the most disappointing movie villain since General Grievous.