red stare head

griffiee  asked:

So I absolutely love Bughead (who doesn't?) and I need more fanfics. Could you possibly write something where all of their friends don't approve of their relationship because Jughead doesn't seem to care but it slowly grows on them as the relationship goes on?

Thanks so much! I Got you!

Betty and jughead, the oddest pair to walk Riverdale halls since Dilton Doiley had landed that model from Sweden.

Jughead Jones was all types of dark and moody, keeping his head down and a permanent grimace on his usually grumpy face, Betty Cooper on the other hand, was sunshine wrapped up in a pretty blonde bottle, always willing to lend a hand or a smile to absolutely anyone.

So when the pair came out to the school as a couple, the response was not positive. Almost everyone would awkwardly stare at Betty when she clung to jugheads arm chatting his ear off as he nodded absently. and when he showed up at football games, lurking in the corners to watch her cheer they were both on the receiving end of some disapproving stares. The support their relationship received left nothing to be desired.

Veronica lodge was no exception, she had pulled Betty out of her booth at pops shooting Jughead a challenging look, as archie slid in across from him. Dragging Betty to the counter, she placed a comforting hand on her best friends shoulder.

“Betty, we have to talk.”

Raising a brow, Betty quirked an unamused smile

“I kinda caught that when you dragged me away from my boyfriend. What’s up?”

“It’s about Jughead..”

“No.” Betty cut her off

Pleading eyes caught Betty’s

“Betty just listen.”

“No. I’m not doing this with you, you’re my best friend v and I love you, but we are not discussing my relationship, we’ve already done this countless times.” Betty turned to leave by Ronnie grabbed her wrist.

“You deserve someone who cares about you, someone who actually wants to be with you, I love Jughead too Betty, but he isn’t made for relationships. You know that.” Shaking her head, Betty leaned against the counter. While Veronica was grilling the blonde, archie had taken it upon himself to share his opinions with jughead.

“She’s a great girl, betty I mean.” Archie said anxiously

Jugheads face turned to stone

“Yeah, I know. That’s why I’m dating her.” His tone was even and calculated as he stared the red head in the eyes.

“Is that why?” Archie challenged.

Placing his burger on his plate Jughead leveled Archie

“What’s that supposed to mean ..pal?”

Archie looked serious now, no longer nervous just concerned.

“Look jug, you’re my best friend but so is Betty and people… well people are talking. They’re saying you’re only dating Betty because you feel bad, you don’t really care about her, you just owe her for getting your dad a job.”

Jugheads knuckles turned white as he clutched the table so tight he thought he might splinter the wood.

“Me and Betty don’t pay attention to gossip, we know how we feel and that’s what matters.”

Archie shook his head , unconvinced

“does she?” his eyes moved to the blonde walking over to the table the raven haired girl shaking her head as they reached the two boys.

“Juggie, can you walk me home, I’m not feeling too well.” Betty said quietly. He just nodded, stuffing his text book in his bag and grabbing her water bottle. He placed his hand on the small of her back, gently shoving her to the door.

“I’ll see you guys at school.” She threw over her shoulder.

As soon as they hit the street, Jughead grabbed her backpack out of her hands and thread his fingers through hers. She smiled at him weakly and he returned it giving her fingers a squeeze.

“Are you really feeling sick or just sick of our annoying friends?”

She giggled “a little bit of both, I think I’m just tired is all, Alice cooper has decided her youngest daughter can not get Bs so the studying has been upped quite a bit.” She leaned into his shoulder as they walked.

“Well Jughead jones has decided his girlfriend can get whatever grades she wants as long as she gets the appropriate amount of sleep.” He said raising a brow at her as she twisted to see his face.

Reaching up she pressed her lips to his and they fell into familiar conversation about their plans for this weekend, too soon they arrived at her door and his hands went to her waist, he took a deep breathe ducking his eyes to meet hers

“I love you, you know that right?“he asked seriously

She smiled her heartbreakingly gorgeous smile, eyes lighting up as she placed her hands on his cheeks

"I know. I love you too, so much.”

When they kissed, he felt the same warm, safe essence of home that was purely Betty. He felt her getting more and more passionate and he could the moan that escaped his lips. Sliding his hands lower in her hips he tugged her center to his. Gasping into his mouth as his lips moved to her neck, nipping lightly

“Juggie” she whispered

“Betty.” He returned, panting slightly in her ear

All too soon the familiar porch light turned on and he knew Hal had heard the pair.

“Okay Juliet, time to return to your tower.” He said pecking her lips one more time.

She giggled moving to the door, “I’ll see you tommorow Romeo.” He turned throwing her a wink and a lazy wave. Before she called his name causing him to turn back.

“We’re okay. We always are.” She smiled showing off her pearly whites.

He laughed and returned her smile

“We’re okay. We always are.”


The next day at school, the pair was greeted by the familiar, questioning stares and the faces of their friends.

Cheryl was ranting about the fact that one of the vixens had dyed their hair pink.

“Our uniforms are blue! Blue! No one can pull off pink hair, literally no one.”

“I bet Betty could.” Everyone’s eyes snapped to Jughead who was smiling down at the blushing blonde connected to his arm. Looking up he noticed everyone’s eyes on his and shrugged “s'true”

Who knew Jughead could be cute? Veronica sure didn’t, And by the looks on everyone else’s face they didn’t either.

The cute just kept happening and Veronica and Archie were certainly confused.

At lunch Betty had started coughing, choking on the apple she was eating. Jughead had nearly broken an ankle reaching for the water in his bag, after she had calmed down he was rubbing her back soothingly “no more apples for you” he had said dropping a quick kiss to her lips.

During free period, they had all decided to hang out in the blue and gold office. Leaning back on the couch Veronica close to Archie, Kevin had started laughing.

“I’m guessing this is jugheads station.” The desk was covered in a mess of paperwork and food wrappers but what caught the most attention was the framed picture of Betty and jughead as kids, sitting in a tree house holding hands displayed proudly amongst the mess.
Archie chuckled “is this Betty’s doing?” He gestured towards the photo.

Jughead shook his head

“No I put that there. It’s my desk.”

It went quiet in the tiny office, minus Cheryl’s declaration of

“That’s hashtag cute.”

Archie and Veronica shared a glance.

The final straw was when, the group was walking home. Archie had asked Jughead to come over and play video games with him. Betty was wrapped up in his jacket and she went to take it off, She lived next door so it wasn’t that far a walk to brave the cold. Jughead immediately placed his hands on her shoulders keeping the jacket firmly in place.
“I don’t think so. Keep it on, it’s cold out. Don’t need you getting sick, I’ll pick it up tonight.” Then with a smile he was walking into the Andrews house.

An hour later Veronica was laying in Betty’s bed reading the newest glamour magazine, her brain on something entirely different

“What was with jughead today?” She blurted out

Betty looked up from painting her toes, a confused expression on her face.

“What do you mean? He seemed fine to me.”

Veronica shook her head

“No I mean he’s fine, it’s just he was extra… lovey today.”

Smiling gently at her friend Betty turned back to her toes.

“He’s always like that, you just never payed attention before.”

Staring at the beautiful blonde girl next door in front of her, she couldn’t help but think

Maybe Betty was right, maybe she just wasn’t looking hard enough.

Love hides in mysterious places.

Just a dream


Originally posted by songsoftheheartless

Authors Note: I am doing a sentence prompt, “It was just a dream” because Archie feels mkay? So on with the story! :)

Warnings: I don’t think there are any, just nightmares

Archie, Betty, Jughead, and Y/N had been best friends since childhood. The summer before Jason was killed, Archie and Jughead grew apart, and from that, Y/N, along with Betty, grew apart from Archie. Y/N and Betty spent most of their time together their freshman year of high school, and the summer Jason was killed, they grew closer than ever. The week before school, when Veronica Lodge came to town, something tragic happened for the second time that summer in peaceful old Riverdale. Y/N went missing, and a few days later, they found her parents’ bodies in her old house. 

“911, what is your emergency?” 

“Hello, I’d like to report a missing person, she’s been found.”

“What is your name sir? Can you ID her?”

“My name is Archie Andrews, and the girl’s name is Y/N Y/L/N.”

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minghao and eunwoo moments for anon and myself

Writing Prompt #18

Wow! So I got my very first actual writing prompt from @katyaseyeballnecklace!

So, thank you so much, Love! Hope this works for you.

“I’ll walk you home.”

Oh…As an aside…“FRED LIIIIIIIIIVESSSSSS!” For the sake of this story, at least.


It had been three months. Ninety days since his idiot of a younger brother had, rather horrendously, caused the heartbreak of one Hermione Granger. And, quite frankly, Fred had yet to even begin forgiving the great prat. The professional prankster wasn’t quite clear on all the details, but had gleaned enough information from their dear friend Harry to know that it was completely Ronald’s fault. Even Harry was angry with the youngest Weasley son, and, according to Harry, it was unlikely his two friends would ever reconcile their previously romantic relationship.

Just fine with Fred. Gave him a chance to insert himself more firmly in the brilliant witch’s life. Or, it would have been fine, had Hermione not been so miserable since.

It was probably the first weekend since the schism had sprung between Ron and Hermione that her famous bushy head had arrived on their doorstep. Fred and George had welcomed her, Fred so surprised to find she’d finally accepted their offers that all he could do was state for a moment. The moment was ruined, of course, when his dear, not nearly as handsome twin had called out for their mother. The brothers found themselves shoved unceremoniously to the sides as the plump woman who had raised them bolted out the door to scoop a crying and apologetic Hermione into her arms.

Now they all sat at the table, the meal beginning to wind down and the tension that had been bubbling up since Ron had entered the dining room and found a familiar face sitting at the table nestled firmly between the twins. There had been an icy moment of silence before Molly Weasley had snatched up Ron to help her set up. No one wanted to discuss the obnoxious elephant in the room. The obnoxious, red-headed, elephant in the room.

Turned out they didn’t need to. The person in question did it himself. The Trio had been chatting tensely amongst themselves for a little while as other conversations rose and fell around them, but one sentence managed to find itself out in the open during a lull in all other conversations.

“Merlin’s beard, woman! Can’t you just get off your high horse and forget it already! It wasn’t even that big of a deal!”

Silence took hold of the Weasley’s dining area as each red head stared in shock at either their youngest son/brother, or the witch that had been a mainstay at their table since they were eleven. Fred’s eyes were glued to her, staring with ever growing concern as the seconds ticked by. As Ron’s face brightened red and his shoulders began to stoop and slouch, her face hardened and her spine stretched straight. If she opened her mouth to speak now, Fred knew a river of righteous venom would pour out. But she never got the chance. The room seemed to explode with activity.

“Ronald Weasley!” came the scolding tone from their mother. “Why you little shite! Do you have any idea…” began Ginny. Harry and Arthur were caught in the middle trying to calm everyone down, while George wrapped a protective arm over Hermione’s shoulders before spatting his own displeasure across the table at Ron. Following George’s lead this time, Fred wrapped his own arm around the young woman’s waist, but instead of letting his prat brother have the lashing he deserved he was far too focused on the changes occurring on Hermione’s face as all the commotion writhed around them.

“Let’s take a walk,” he said, standing and trying to pull her along, waiting for her to stand on her own. She turned her face to stare at him for a moment, wide eyed, before quietly nodding and rising to stand with him and quietly escaping the Weasley’s home.

They walked quietly through the garden, not saying much, just waiting for the noise in the house to calm down before they returned. Fred watched her surreptitiously as they walked, and continued to do so as they paused, Hermione seeming to stare through the Burrow, deep in thought. “He…I wasn’t enough. I wasn’t good enough…” She mumbled. Fred let out a disgusted huff and reached out to pat her head, dragging his fingers over her bushy, tangling hair. “He’s an idiot, and you’re brilliant. He just doesn’t know how to handle all that brilliance, is all.”

Hermione huffed out a half-hearted laugh and glanced up at him, a small smile flickering on her lips before fading again. His own grin at the sight of it faded a bit, too before he took a deep breath. “I’ll walk you home,” he said tentatively. She blinked up at him in surprise before waving a hand dismissively. “Fred, it’s only a couple of blocks from the apparition point to my house. I’ll be fine…”

Fred shook his head, adopting a very serious expression. “Only a couple of blocks in the middle of the night, Merlin knows where…”

“I know where…”

“Who knows what kinds of ruffians could be lying in wait!”

“I assure you I’ll be quite safe…”

“What kind of gentleman would I be to let a fair maiden such as yourself-”

Hermione let out a scoff at that.

“-Wander off on her own. No, a true gentleman would see you to your doorstep!”

Hermione looked up at him disbelieving. “Fred Weasley. A gentleman?”

Fred grinned rogishly down at her with a wink. “Of course.”

Hermione rolled her eyes and shook her head once before looking back up at him. “Very well, Fred. I will accept your offer.”

Fred grinned again, reaching out to take her hand for side along. “Don’t worry about Mum and Ginny. I’ll let them know I took you home and you’ll floo or owl them when you can. They’ll understand.” Hermione, who had been glancing at the house again nodded before closing her eyes, taking a deep breath, and concentrating on their destination.

The pair reappeared with a ‘pop’ in an alley just a few blocks from Hermione’s flat. It was quiet as they walked, so Fred filled the silence with mindless chatter, telling Hermione some of the funnier little incidents that had occurred in the shop, little children swarming their store and causing havoc for their frazzled parents.

By the time they’d reached Hermione’s door, he had her covering her mouth, suppressing laughter so as to not bother her neighbors. She slid her key into her lock and paused, glancing up at her red headed companion, who wore a crooked smile as he waited for her to escape into the safety of her flat. She stood, staring in thought for a moment as Fred stood before her before she reached up to place one hand against his cheek. He blinked in surprise as she lifted up on her tip toes to place a soft kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, Fred,” she said softly before backing away and escaping through her door.

Fred stared in shock at the door for a moment or two before another grin creeped across his features once more. He bounced on the balls of his feet a couple times before turning around and making his way down the hall.

This was just fine with Fred, indeed.

Fate is calling – [ SatoSei oneshot] –

“Satoshi, your Uncle Tobio and Uncle Shouyou will come over later. Make sure you clean your room okay? And take a bath afterwards.” Iwaizumi Tooru informed his only son, Iwaizumi Satoshi, before he went back to the sink and continue his chore of washing the dishes. Satoshi, age 7, looked up from his PSP with wide eyes and his mouth hanged open.

“Will Shouri and Sen come too?! It’s been ages!” Satoshi beamed and jumped up from the couch which sent the empty packets of chips flying around him, he ignored his father’s look of disapproval as he trotted towards the stairs. The kid ran upstairs to his room and did what his father had ordered, clean his room and take a bath. It took him around an hour and a half to finish and after that, he put on his favorite shirt and shorts and he ran back downstairs only to be greeted by none other than his favorite playmates, the Kageyama twins, Shouri and Senshou, both aged 6.

“Satoshiiiii!” the twins ran towards him and he met them midway so they all crashed against each other and the three of them sat on the floor, laughing.

“Can we play with your PS4 again, Satoshi?! We haven’t finished that stage where we have to steal the chimera’s horn! Can we?! Can we please?!” Shouri asked him with wide eyes and Sen was nodding vigorously beside his twin. They looked so cute while they begged and Satoshi only laughed before nodding his yes. The twins raced each other upstairs and Satoshi turned around to follow them when he heard his father gasp and cooed.

Curious, Satoshi looked back at the small huddle at their living room couch. His father was smiling at a bundle that his uncle Shouyou was currently carrying and his uncle Tobio was patting the bundle’s top. Satoshi scrunched his nose as he trotted towards them, his eyes curious as he pulled at his father’s shirt to get his attention.

“What’s up with you guys? Is that a dog?” Satoshi blinked at his father’s indignant gasp and his uncles’ laugh.

“Satoshi! That’s not a dog!” Tooru swatted his son’s head as he turned to apologize to the Kageyama couple. Shouyou only chuckled as he knelt down so Satoshi could see what he was holding. Shouyou lifted the hood of the jacket to reveal a sleeping child with red hair and a flushed face.

“His fever is almost gone and we were on our way back from the hospital when the twins wanted to pay you guys a visit.” Shouyou explained and the red head squirmed on his dad’s shoulders. Satoshi’s eyes were wide as he stared at the new kid in front of him, his hand moved on its own and he poked the kid’s cheeks.

Blue and purple eyes flew open almost immediately and the red head stared at him. Satoshi pulled his arm away as he stood there and stared as well. He heard his father gasp upon seeing the child’s heterochromia eyes and the adults continued their conversation as Satoshi furiously blinked. He felt a small tug at the bottom of his heart but he paid no heed to it at the moment as he was content on staring at the twins’ youngest brother, heck, he didn’t even know that they had a youngest.

Satoshi’s fingers itched to pinch at those full cheeks but he held back. His uncle said the kid was recovering from a fever and he didn’t want him to cry or feel uncomfortable because of him. He was about to turn around and check on the twins when suddenly, the little one’s arm flew up and he grabbed Satoshi’s shirt. Shouyou, Tobio and Tooru stopped talking and stared at the kids, they were silent as they waited for something to happen.

Satoshi turned around at the sudden movement and he saw the little one squirm out of his father’s hold. Shouyou put him down gently and the little one wobbled for a bit before standing up straight, he was still holding on to Satoshi’s shirt and he walked towards the taller kid. The red head stared up at Satoshi with wide eyes, his face was still flushed and his hold on Satoshi’s shirt tightened the longer he stared at him.

“Uhm..” Satoshi looked up at his father and Tooru only covered his mouth to hide his smile. He looked at his uncle Shouyou but the latter only stood up and faced his husband.

“Uhm.. Uncle Tobio? Did I do something bad?” Satoshi looked at his uncle Tobio next and the dark-haired man knelt down beside his youngest son. He smiled at Satoshi as Tobio ruffled his son’s red hair.

“I think he wants to tell you his name. Is that correct, baby?” Tobio turned towards his son and the red head puffed his flushed cheeks before nodding once. Satoshi’s heart squeezed at the cuteness in front of him but he held himself back, he didn’t want to display such impolite behavior when his uncles were around.

“So uhm.. How old is he by the way?”” Satoshi asked as knelt in front of the kid and took the small hand against his own, the little one started wiggling his tiny fingers against Satoshi’s palm which made him laugh.

“He turned two a month ago.” Tobio answered as he stood up again and went towards his husband’s side.

“I’m 5 years older. Wow.” Satoshi laughed as the little one grabbed Satoshi’s hair and pulled lightly but it only made him smile.

“What’s his name then?” Satoshi raised his head towards the adults but the one who answered was the kid currently sitting on his lap.

“Seiji! Seiji!” the kid chanted his own name and it was the cutest voice Satoshi has ever heard, his head snapped back at the little one and he found out it was a mistake.

Oh, but it was a mistake he would gladly do all over again.

Seiji’s smile was so bright Satoshi felt his heart do a hundred backflips and it felt like his veins were tied up against each other as he continued his staring. The little one started giggling before he raised his hands towards Satoshi.

“Up! Up! Seiji up!” the little one demanded to be lifted and Satoshi shook his head before doing what Seiji wanted. He lifted him up and carried his small form against his chest before standing up.

“Play with him and his brothers for a bit, Satoshi, okay? I’ll call you when your snacks are ready.” Tooru told his son as he and the Kageyama couple went towards the kitchen to talk some more.

Satoshi made his way upstairs while carrying the small kid, Seiji felt so light against him and the kid was emitting a slight warmth that made Satoshi hum. The little one wrapped his small arms against Satoshi’s neck and sighed before leaning his head against Satoshi’s shoulder. He could feel the small huffs of warm breath against his neck and it sent shivers down his spine. He thought nothing of it before he opened his bedroom door and they both entered the room.

Oh, this day turned out to be the best day of his life.

anonymous asked:

Chocobros finding out that their s/o (gender neutral, if that's okay?) is a spy sent by Ardyn (bonus if s/o is also Ardyn's lover)

Oh Gucci Hobo finally gets some love, how fun! I hope that I’ve gotten better at writing the guy. (I almost cried writing this, the Chocobros only deserve nice things, I am a monster!) (ᗒᗩᗕ)՞




Noctis glanced around, the wrecked battlefield of Tenebrae around him, he watched, he watched as Ardyn ran through Lunafreya.  When his blurry eyes landed on you before him, he let out a sigh of relief, “Y/N.”

Your lip lifted in a sneer, “My gods, you look horrid. Is this anyway for a future king to look?”

Noctis stared in shock, he had never heard you speak this way. Only for his eyes to turned to Ardyn appearing not far beside you. “Y/n…what?”

Ardyn placed a hand around your waist, as he pulled you close, “Are you still playing this little game, Y/N?”

You gave a playful pout to the red head man, “I was just about to tell him, no fair.”

“What…what is he talking about?” Noctis groaned, as you stepped from Ardyn’s hold, kneeling beside the injured Prince.

“Are you so behind?” You asked, stroking his hair, before grabbing a fistful. “I can not begin to tell you how annoying it was to be with you four idiots day in and day out.”

Noctis stared in shock, as black begun to creep into the whites of your eyes, as you leaned close. Pressing a kiss to the man’s lips before dropping his head to the ground.

“You can have a dead Oracle for a wife, I no longer find any enjoyment of being with a failure of a Prince.” You cackle, standing to walk back over to Ardyn’s side.

Noctis groaned, the pain in his body had long since disappeared, as he glared at you in Ardyn’s embrace. “Y/n…why?”

You chuckled over your shoulder, “Why should I settle for a foolish Prince, when I can have a King?”



“Prompto! Prompto!”

Prompto groaned as he heard your call, the last thing he remembered was being toss off the train car by Noctis, because Ardyn…


Blue eyes snapped open, as he looked around, a cell of some sorts, and he was strapped to a ‘Y’ shaped device, that was making it difficult for him to breathe. His eyes roaming the room, before falling on you standing before him. “Y/N?”

You smiled up to Prompto, only to gasp as you felt a pair of arms around your torso from behind. Your gaze staring in the shocked hurtful gaze of the blonde man before you.

“Y/n, don’t be so rude to our guest.” Ardyn chuckled slinking his way from the shadows, pulling you into an embrace, your back to his chest.

Prompto stared in horror, a  worried smile on his lips, “Y/N, is this some kind of joke?”

Ardyn smirked to the young man, before grabbing your chin turning you to him, devouring your mouth as you melted into the kiss. The elder man breaking the kiss, as you held yourself close to him, “1st rule of the war young Prompto, always know who is on your side.”

Prompto stared directly into your eyes, your gaze never wavering from his own, even as a smirk appeared on your bruise lips.

“Come. my dear, it seems that Prompto has quite a bit to think about.” Ardyn chuckled, as he lead you out the room a hand to the small of your back.

Prompto glared at the spot where you stood, he refused to cry.



You jumped as you saw Gladiolus’ be shoved away with such ease by Ravus, watching at the men stared each other down within the base. Only to turn as you heard the displacement of magic.

“I’d say that’s far enough, a hand your Highness?” Ardyn called.

Noctis sneered at the red head man, “Not from you.”

Your eyes never left Ardyn as he moved around the field, playing his cards. Claiming he could take away the army, before waving Ravus away.

“Fare thee well, Your Majesty, and safe travels.” Ardyn replied, only to stop as he turned glancing over his shoulder. “My Dear, are you coming?”

Gladiolus and the others stared as you moved over to the red head man standing by his side. “Y/N what the hell are you doing?”

Ardyn chuckled as he grabbed your chin turning you to face him, “You’ve done well to bring them this far, yet I have another need for you.”

Gladiolus stared in horror at the adoration on your face, as you looked up to the elder man. Only to watch as your eyes turned to him with a glare, a look that would haunt him, as it was the last look you gave him, before being escorted away by the red headed man.



Ignis groaned, a searing pain in his face, he couldn’t place what happened. He tried to open his eyes, but found that his left eye was sealed shut, from his right he could see through the blood rushing down his face, you, running toward him, a weak call of your name spilling from his lips.

“Ignis…” You called, as you kneeled beside the man, carefully not to touch him.

“Y/n, are you safe, are you unharmed?” He called, beyond his pain. He must have looked a mess, sprawled out before you, his face burning with pain. You kept fading from his vision, yet he did notice the flash of the over the top white coat, “Y/N, move!”

You turned to glance behind you, only to be greeted by Ardyn, “Oh, hello, my love.” You  beam to the red head man.

Ignis stared in shock, how could he have not seen it before, Ardyn never targeted you, only the others, “You were working with him all along?”

You turned back, lifting the blinding man’s chin, “Took you long enough, and I considered you the smart one.”

Ignis growled, as he turned his head from your grasp, watching as you stood alongside Ardyn.

“What do you think we should do with him?” Ardyn inquired an arm around your shoulder.

You thought about it, focusing on the one eye glaring at you beyond the blood, “Leave him, either he’ll die here, or he’ll just be a burden to the others. Either way, I don’t have to pretend to give a care for any of them.”

Ignis glared at the two of you, his wounds no longer a concern, the pain he felt in his heart was hundreds of times worse. His vision begun to fade into shapes, as you left arm in arm with Ardyn, Ignis’ world went black.

*In a magical Valoran bar in the middle of a crossroad that leads everyone*

Rakan: guys guys guys, there is no discussion my girl is THE best wifu…

Tryndamere: *slaming his fist on the table* My Ashe is a QUEEN brave and strong you can’t beat that!!

Phanteon: *trhowing a glass to the ground* Insolent fool!!! What about a goddesses? An armor fiery goddes?! Your argument is void!!

Garen: Come on men, we all know the perfect wifu is a woman that can move your world, challenge you every step, makes you wonder what is rigth or wrong and have a brigth red head….

*everyone stare at him*

Garen: not that I have a wifu or anything of the sort *drinks from his mug*

Vi: you guys are the worst… discussing women like they are objects, shame on you!

*everyone feels guilty for a moment*

Vi: Besidws Cupcake eould totally wipe the floor whit yoyr thrash wifus


I Know You

Paring: Natasha x Reader

Characters: The Avengers

TW: Blood, Violence, mentions Torture, Kidnapping, angst

Summary: You were taken from Natasha a long time ago, and your paths cross again.

A/N: I apologize, i deeply apologize.  

The night that you were kidnapped shook all of the avengers hard. Who ever took you knew that it would impact the Avengers a lot. There was no evidence, no trace of who took you or where you were taken. There was only broken glass and damaged hearts left behind. 

Clint lost his best friend, Steve and Bucky lost their dear friend, Tony lost his little sister figure, Wanda lost her training partner, Sam lost his average mile partner, Natasha lost her best friend, her sole mate, the love her of her life, her loving girlfriend. 

Everyone coped to the loss of y/n differently, but the tower had defiantly changed. Everything was quieter, your laugh didn’t echo through the halls anymore, there were no more chocolate chip pancakes on Sunday morning. No more movie nights when there was a big thunderstorm. No more group hugs, or pranks, no more strip poker and beer pong tournaments. 

When the mission to Siberia came around it had been 2 years sense you had been pronounced missing, 6 months sense you were pronounced dead.

The quiet quinjet was filled with anxiety, one person was more anxious than the others. Tony knew, Tony knew everything about Agent 124. He stumbled upon her while looking through HYDRA files. He knew everything she could do, everything they did to her. He found the base you were kept and made Fury promise not to send Clint, Bucky or Natasha with on the mission. 

When the time came to fulfill their mission, everyone was sent despite Tony’s protests. 

The quinjet flew over the base, making the team shudder at the sight. Bucky clenched his fists as he and Steve got on parachutes. Steve saluted as he and his best friend jumped out of the plane.  

The rest of the Avengers waited till they landed in the woods to start their attack. Everyone fought their way to the base, and into it. 

Clint was the first to meet y/n. You cornered him, and laughed as he yelled at you to snap out of it. 

“Who is y/n?” you said through gritted teeth and threw him hard against the concrete wall, knocking him out. You picked up his com carelessly, and threw it on the ground, stepping on it just to make sure it was dead. 

You ran into Steve next, and like Clint he refused to fight you. You kicked the shield out of his reach and into the wall. He stared at his shield, which was now halfway into a concrete wall. He marveled at your strength, but it also but a new sense of fear into him. He pressed his com while trying to fight you off of him. 

“She’s unstoppable, they did something to her, she isn’t who she used to be” Steve called out before getting knocked to the ground. A chorus of ‘who’s’ replied very concerned. 

“Its y/n, she’s HYDRA now” He said before slipping unconscious. You smirked at the shouts you heard around the base, you laughed at the sobs that raked through a woman’s body, just a room to your left. You picked up the ear piece and repeated the mantra that had been driven into your head for 2 years.

“Hail Hydra” Then you crushed the com. You ran into the room to your right to find the ex winter soldier standing there, his metal arm hitting the moonlight. 

“Hello Soldier” You said with a smirk, but it quickly died as you were thrown into the wall. Bucky called for back up as your head spun. You heard heels clicking in the distance, a familiar sent wafted through the room. You snapped your eyes open and stared at the red head. She stared you, your heart pounded in your chest, your mouth opened to say something but nothing came out. 

‘She’s your mission, she left you’ The voice in your head said. You groaned as you pushed your self up off the ground. You picked up a gun and advanced toward her. You moved your arm quickly to shoot the winter soldier in the shoulder and the leg, leaving him to fall to the ground. 

What ever your head told you to do, for some reason you couldn’t. As soon as you made contact with her fair skin your head began to pound. Piercing images flashed past your mind. You staggered back as she kicked your chest. 

The next thing you know your pinned against the wall and hands were on your throat choking you. You struggled to breath as the memories filled your mind. Tears blurred your vision as you sunk to you knees. 

“Natasha? “ You croaked holding your side, where you had been tazered by Natasha. 

Natasha dropped her act and tears spilled down her cheeks and collapsed in front of you. Her hands cupped your cheeks and pulled you into a deep kiss. 

“Darling, your okay, your okay” She pulled you close to her chest as you continued to sob. 

“I’m sorry, i’m so sorry, all of this is my fault” You sobbed over and over again. 

From that night on she never let you out of her arms reach, she couldn’t lose you again. 

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Gosh golly gee, Bruce. I wonder who he learned that from.

annabanella  asked:

❛ can i sell my feelings on ebay? i don’t want them anymore. ❜

The red head Scot stares at the student, and gives a tired sigh. He places the paper he was reviewing down on the table, tapping his pen against the oak desk a few times. He gestures to one of the chairs that isn’t currently being occupied by a box, and massages the bridge of his nose a few time. 

“The answer is no.” He reaches over for his cup of cold coffee and takes one gulp out of it before settling it back down. Good lord, he should start printing the map of the campus and highlight where the counsellor rooms are just to let people know that his expertise are not in giving life guidance or any of those motivational crap advises.  

“This isn’t my field of expertise, but lets be real, you don’t care and either way I am obligated by my job to give you some sort of guidance in whatever your problem is.” With it, he sighs once more - he realise that he’s been doing this a lot lately - and wave his hand, a gesture for the other to expand and explain more on why they don’t want their emotions. 

The Car Bet Where James Potter (Stupidly) Wear's Laces

Summary: Mid 6th year when everyone’s favourite idiots drive a car at night cause someone lost a bet.

For hpdwsh, whose prompts are perfection.


“I can’t believe they lost.” Says the hollow voice of the black haired, glasses wearing driver at the wheel.

“We can!” Announces a gleeful Sirius Black, “Now step on it man! We’re wasting daylight!”

“Sirius it’s 11 o’clock at night”

“Shut up, Evans or I’ll throw you out of the car”

“No need.” Says Lily Evans, reaching for the handle with an exasperated sigh “I’ll leave now, thanks”.

“If she’s leaving, I’m leaving” reasons Remus Lupin from the backseat.

“Me to” spits Peter through a mouthful of sandwich.

“I’m leaving to.” And James Potter has got the door half open before a hand reaches out and pulls him back into the car.

“No one’s leaving” instructs Sirius, “A bets a bet Prongs, now step on it”

“Remind me again why I’m here exactly?” A dry female voice asks from the front seat.

“Because Lily, no one here knows how to drive a muggle car” Remus Lupin choruses as he shoves Sirius’s elbow out from his stomach.

“But Potter does” Lily says with far to much certainty for someone who has known said James Potter for six years.

“Why would you say th- ow Sirius!”

“Because he’s driving?!”

“What does that have to with anyth- MOONY THAT WAS MY NOSE”

“Lily. relax. I can totally drive this car”

“Potter I have about as much faith in you driving this car as I have in Sirius beating Remus in a game of chess”


“Lily I can drive this car with my mere belief of me being able to drive this car. I’m that good.” Said James smugly, his eyebrows raised.

“Ah yes, so good in fact that you bet that the Chudley Cannons-the worst team in Wizarding England by the way- would beat the Hollyhead Harpies- the best team in Wizarding England in fact- by 260-70.”

“Well” James scratched his head awkwardly, “that was a fluke.”


“Are we driving or not” asked Peter Pettigrew through another mouthful of sandwich, dodging Remus’s punch as it soared past it’s intended target (a one Sirius Black).

“Driving. Lily how do I start it” said James Potter with a final air and looking around at the wheel and surrounding buttons with an air of concentration.

“This is so stu- ow!” She shrieks as a stray leg hits her in the back of the head.

“Padfoot I just want-”


“Turn the key to start the engine” She says and he obliges after several minutes of pushing and twisting various knobs.

“Sirius stop biting my hand!”


“Now put you foot on the little pedal and-”

“What the fuck Sirius!”


“WILL YOU TWO STOP THAT” both fighting boys in the back seat froze as the furious red head stared them down with enough fury to kill a dragon, however, she does not get to glare for long as the car suddenly goes shooting forward at top speed, narrowly avoiding a tree.

“WHAT THE FU-” Sirius Black falls forward onto Lily Evans’s lap at the sudden movement and Remus Lupin nearly takes a chunk out of his butt as he flys forward as well, knocking poor Peter’s sandwich from his hand and onto the floor, taking its owner with it.

“JAMES STOP” screams Lily, as she clutches the seat and tries to pull Sirius’s face from her robes.

“HOW” cries back a terrified James, as he jerks the wheel in a desperate effort to gain control.

“TAKE YOUR FOOT OFF THE PEDAL” she roars as Remus’s head rams in between her shoulder blades.


“THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING LACES FOR” Sirius asks, not unreasonably.

“THE FUCK ARE YOU NOT WEARING LACES FOR” James yells back, jerking the car away from yet another tree.

“STOP THE CAR” squeals Remus, rather girlishly they will all say later, as Peter whimpers from where he has become trapped under the seat.

“HOW” cries James again as they hit a tree root and spin out of control.

“GET OUT OF THE FORREST” hollers Lily.

“HOW” bellows James

“GET THAT ON A T-SHIRT WHY DON’T YOU?! TURN THE WHEEL YOU BLITHERING IDIOT” screams the red head, laying down the law.
James, realising that he actually must do something in order to prevent certain death, turns the wheel and out of the Forrest they charge, only to promptly sail toward a large castle wall.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH” all five passengers are screaming loudly as the stone wall gains on them.

“REMUS, UNHOOK POTTER’S LACES” thunders Lily, trying to take control of the wheel as James twists it frantically away from the very solid looking wall.

Remus, ever the one to listen to orders, lunges forward, only to fall head first into Peters discarded sandwich.

“SHAME MOONY” laughs Sirius and Lily hits him on the head.



“REMUS COULD YOU PASS MY SANDWICH” asks a voice from under the seat that everyone rightly ignores.


“WHAT CAT” yells James, swerving again and looking terrified.

“I’m just messin’ with ya, there wasn’t a cat.” Sniggers Sirius, only to be hit even harder by Lily and kicked by Remus who still had his face in the sandwich.

“JAMES WATCH OUT” screams Lily, but it was to late. James, in his panic about the imaginary cat, had steered them right into the lake.

“WE’RE GOING TO DROWN” shrieked James, really, really girlishly as they began to slowly sink, “EVANS, THERE’S NO TIME, KISS ME” he lunges at her with puckered lips and she punches him on the nose,

“We’re not drowning you imbecile. Look”

And indeed they weren’t, the giant squid, upset at being woken at this hour, was roughly pulling them up and onto the grass. They weren’t even that wet, just their shoes and (thankfully) the pedal had malfunctioned so the car wouldn’t start even with James still pushing the pedal.

“My God” whispered Peter.

“Bloody hell” breathed Remus, sticking his head up, covered in egg and tomato.

“Merlin Almighty” echoed Sirius.

“Fucking idiots” said Lily, breathing hard.

“Uhhhh, Evans, you broke the theme.” Complained Sirius, putting his head onto her lap only to be shoved off and onto the hand brake.

“The theme of what, Black? Stupidity?”

“No, of wonderment.”

“I’ll show you wonderment you buffoon!”

“When Evans? Charms classroom, seven o’clock tomorrow? Better not tell James, yeah?”

“Fuck you Sirius” James says through a bloody nose.


“Shit, it’s McGonagall” groaned Remus, but Sirius just beams and leaps from the car, swagger having survived the ride.


“Professor we have a perfectly good explanation, you see, Evans here wanted to live on the wild side for a little while so we-”


“Sure, sure Evans, anyway…”


Series: RWBY
Characters: Pyrrha, Summer, Penny, Amber
Cover pic by @eternally-riley / @ask-the-team-rwby


That was the last thing she heard…it was…was Ruby…calling out for her. Her body felt so heavy…everything hurt, though only for a moment…then she started to feel numb. She couldn’t open her eyes…there was nothing but a numb darkness.

“Pyrrha Nikos…” a new voice spoke. “Open your eyes…”

Pyrrha groaned in pain and slowly forced her eyes open. She found herself kneeling in the middle of a large field of green grass, the only thing of note is the woman standing before her…where Cinder stood before- The warrior girl cringed and grabbed at her chest as a sharp pain surged through her. There was no arrow…Pyrrha looked down and saw a hole in her chest, the hole lightly glowing red. She poked the hole and gasped as her finger slipped inside her chest.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. It’s very…uncomfortable…” the woman before her said softly.

Pyrrha pulled her hand away and she looked up at the young woman and gasped. It was Ruby…no…no it wasn’t. The woman was dressed in a pure white cloak, and a black, longer version of Ruby’s combat skirt. Pyrrha looked up at her, meeting her silver-eyed gaze.

The woman smiled and reached down, holding out a hand to help Pyrrha up. Pyrrha slowly reached out and took the woman’s hand. The woman smiled and easily pulled the warrior girl to her feet.

“Who are you?” Pyrrha asked softly, breaking the serene silence of the place. “Where am I?”

“I am Summer Rose,” the woman answered almost regally. “And y-”

“You’re Ruby’s mom!” Pyrrha suddenly exclaimed interrupting her.

The woman, Summer, stopped and looked down at Pyrrha. “What gives you that idea? The cloak…the silver eyes…or the name?” she deadpanned.

Pyrrha blushed nervously and rubbed the back of her head. “Sorry…anyway, where am I? Am I…dead?”

“Yes.” Summer nodded solemnly. “Are you okay?”

Pyrrha put a hand on her chest, feeling her forefinger press into the devit. “I…I will be…so this is…heaven?”

Summer rocked on her feet and shrugged. “I guess? It’s the place where good people come after they die…and yet it’s fairly sparse here.”

Pyrrha looked around confused. “So…heaven is a field?”

“Eh…think of this as an entry room.” As Summer spoke she turned her head, as if something Pyrrha couldn’t see had caught her attention. As she moved, Pyrrha noticed something that was hidden before…a lightly glowing silver line across her throat. Before she could say anything, Summer once again presented her hand. “Take my hand.”

It wasn’t an offer…but an order. Pyrrha took a deep breath and took Summer’s hand in her own. Summer smiled a little…then suddenly, pure white, the world became a blur and it felt like the ground dropped from underneath Pyrrha’s feet. It only lasted a moment, but it left the young girl dizzy when she hit solid ground again. She fell forward and clung to Summer’s arm, until her stomach caught up with her.

“Wh-what was that?” Pyrrha asked as she calmed her breathing.

“How one gets around here. Exhilarating, right?” Summer said with a laugh.

Pyrrha slowly stood up straight again and looked around. They were now standing in a hallway, doors spanning the infinite length on both sides. Pyrrha counted about six that were open…the others were closed. Behind Summer was a large steel door.

“This is what I call the crossroads…here there’s a door for every person who’s lived and died…” Summer explained with a grand wave of her hand. “The open ones hold the spirits of those who have died and risen here. You may explore if you wish…but don’t intrude.”

Pyrrha nodded and walked past Summer, intend on discovering what the large gate was, but first she had to pass the rooms. The first one she came across was metal, and beyond it was a sight Pyrrha dreaded. It was a small lab, just a large computer…and a metal chair. In the chair sat a red headed girl, her body lit with pulsating green lines. Though, three softly glowing green lines stood out…one across her chest, the next around her waist, and the third clean through her arm.

Pyrrha gasped and stepped back, her hands flying to her mouth. “Penny…” she mumbled softly.

At the sound of her name, the living android opened her eyes and looked up. Her face was emotionless as she slowly stood and walked up to the door.

The two red heads stared in silence for a few moments, Pyrrha ready to cry, and Penny appearing emotionless, as if she was trying to process the person who stood before her. Pyrrha was the first to break the silence. “P-Penny…I…I’m so sorry…I-I didn-”

“You shouldn’t be here,” Penny suddenly said, interrupting the taller girl. Pyrrha shook her head, trying to hold back her tears. She took a shaky breath, though before she could use it to defend herself, Penny continued. “You shouldn’t be here…it’s too early for you.”

“…it was too early for you too Penny…” Pyrrha said with a gulp, trying to keep her voice steady.

Penny smile and suddenly hugged Pyrrha, wrapping her arms around the larger girl’s torso. “It’s okay…I know you didn’t mean to. And…and we can become friends here…you’ll be my friend, right?”

Pyrrha paused, unsure for a moment…though she knew she didn’t have it in her to say no. “Yes…I’d be happy to be your friend…I’ll visit you as often as I can…”

Penny smiled and jumped a little excitedly before letting go and stepping back. Pyrrha waved to Penny as the girl returned to her chair, then the warrior moved on.

The next door was a simple inn door, that led to a rundown room. Laying on the bed in plain sight with his back to the door was a man in a white suit with orange hair, on the small nightstand beside him rested a bowler hat, and a cane. Pyrrha’s eyes went wide when she realized who she was looking at.

“Roman Torchwick! What’s he doing here?!?” she suddenly demanded of Summer. “I thought you said this place was for good people!”

Summer looked at the man who tried to kill her daughter and simply shrug. “We don’t get to decide who’s good and who isn’t.”

“Then who does?”

At that question Summer turned her gaze to the ceiling, as if to address an unseen god. “Crazy people you will never meet…and yet you’ll be constantly questioning their sanity.”

Pyrrha looked at the still man for a few moments, trying to find his…mark…but there was nothing. Or nothing she could see. Summer sighed a little and clamped a hand on Pyrrha’s shoulder, leading her away from the villian’s door.

The older woman tried to usher her past a similar wooden door, but was forced to stop when the occupant inside called out for her. “Summer? Who’s come now?”

Pyrrha looked over to find Amber standing in the doorway, an orange hole in her chest, same as Pyrrha’s. Their eyes met…and Amber smiled sadly. “Ah…Pyrrha Nikos. I’d like to thank you…for trying to save Fall’s power from Cinder.”

Pyrrha stared down at the outstretched hand Amber presented her. “But I failed…Cinder got the power…killed me…and nearly destroyed Vale…”

Suddenly two hands were clamped on her shoulder. One belonged to Summer, the other to Amber, and they both had comforting smiles on their faces.

“Oh…dear Pyrrha, you did wonderfully. You put your life on the line for both the people you cared about, and the innocent people of the world, that’s all anyone could ever have asked of you, because that’s all you ever had to give,” Amber said in a gentle voice. “You were very brave…braver than most. Don’t feel sad, you did just fine.”

Pyrrha looked up at the former fall maiden, and smiled. “Th-thank you…”

Amber nodded and Pyrrha continued moving down the hall. Only three open doors remained, but only one was occupied, the other two was a standard couple’s bedroom, and her own dorm room. The occupied one was an office door, slightly cracked open, from beyond Pyrrha could hear the sound of keystrokes. She glanced back at Summer with curiosity, then very slowly, pushed the door open enough for her to peek inside. It opened up to an office of all things, a black haired man sat at a large desk, typing away at an old style computer. The man stopped and turned his head at the sound of the opening door, Pyrrha could see a smile before Summer pulled her back.

The older woman carefully returned the door to its cracked positions. “I told you…don’t intrude…” she scolded softly.

“Who…who was that?” Pyrrha asked, her curiosity getting the best of her. “What was he doing?”

Summer sighed and looked on sadly at the door. “That is a great man who died far before his time. As for what he’s doing? He’s watching his creation outlive him, and be loved by many.”

Pyrrha nodded, taking a hint from Summer’s somber tone that it would be best not to ask anything more about the man in the office. The warrior girl stepped away from the door, then walked down the hall to find herself standing at the large steel gate. “What is this?”

Summer smiled and stepped forward, putting a hand on the metal. “This is where the living world meets the dead. Here…we can cross over…and watch the loved ones we left behind.”

Pyrrha reached out and touched the door…it was warm, like the sun on a bright summer’s day. “We can…we can visit them?”

“We can watch them,” Summer confirmed. “Would you like me to show you? It’s kinda…disorientating the first time.”

Pyrrha nodded and took Summer’s hand. The older woman smiled, then looked at the door. She spoke only one word, Ruby, before pushing on the door. The door opened into darkness and sucked Summer in, dragging Pyrrha along. This wasn’t like before. The two were consumed by darkness as they fell down. Pyrrha covered her face with her free arm, her hand squeezing Summer’s…she was afraid what would happen if she let go.

After what felt like minutes of falling, they slowed to a stop and the world formed around them. Pyrrha found herself in the snow covered forests of Patch. She pulled her hand from Summer’s and looked around, finding the area free of Grimm and peaceful. Four people walked past, all of whom Pyrrha would know anywhere. Ruby…Nora…Ren…and…and Jaune. Ruby and Nora were joking around, Ren just watching the small girls with a small smile, and Jaune walked in front.

“Jaune…” Pyrrha spoke softly, her voice would crack if she spoke any louder.

The boy stopped for a moment and looked back. “Did you all hear that?” he asked.

Nora and Ren looked around then shook their heads. “It’s all silent Jaune…no Grimm around, no animals either,” Ren said.

Ruby instead turned to look towards the two spirits out of the corner of her eyes. “N-no Jaune…we should keep going…”

All three nodded and Ruby moved ahead, walking on now silently. Her companions stared at the girl in red, surprised by her sudden change of attitude, but she was right, they had to keep moving…get far enough away before anyone came after them.

Pyrrha watched them walk off, Summer just chuckling. “I swear…sometimes that girl can see us.”

“…you said…we can watch those we left behind?” Pyrrha asked softly. When Summer nodded, the young warrior continued speaking. “…what if…we don’t want to leave?”

Summer smiled and put a hand on Pyrrha’s shoulder. “You can stay…and watch…for as long as you want…no one would fault you. It’s hard…I know it is. Go on, catch up to them.”

Pyrrha pulled away from Summer and ran after her friends, she knew they couldn’t see her…or hear her…but just being near them, knowing they’re okay, it put her mind at ease. Summer smiled and calmly followed, intent on watching over her daughter while she was without her team, as she had for so long before.


Originally posted by wolfeimagines


A/N Third part to “This is War” and “Battlefield” Hope you like it I suck at endings so please don’t hate me lol. There will only be one more part! Please request! I do almost all team wolf characters so not just Liam.

Warnings: Uhmm swearing maybe some spelling errors

My made up meaning for reign that goes with this story

Reign- Time Together As A Couple


To Rule

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Flash Fic--More disturbing than funny

(Another one of those moments where I should feel a modicum of shame but I don’t.  I remember reading somewhere about how Akashi broke the shorty alliance and then–)

The atmosphere on court was tense, everyone holding their breath as Kuroko came out.  It was their last chance, their final gambit, and Riko looked to be biting her lip to the point of bleeding.

“Tetsuya,” Akashi looked smug, that imperial air about him not even fading–especially after that dunk he did that crushed Seirin’s morale.

“Akashi-kun,” Kuroko stared the red head down. There was a fire in his eyes, an anger if the others wanted to pin an emotion to it.  Kagami swallowed, body tense.

“I told you, Tetsuya,” Akashi said, “you’re merely a–”

“Akashi-kun, stop right there, I have something to say,” Kuroko took a deep breath.  "We’re breaking up.“  The entire court fell quiet, Seirin and Rakuzan both wearing expressions of disbelief.  That didn’t match up to the expression Akashi wore.  It was an odd mixture of shock, sadness, fear–it was something one wouldn’t expect to see on the Captain of Rakuzan’s face.

"Is this a joke?” Kagami asked, nudging a rather dumbfounded Hayama in the side.

“I-I’m not sure, Captain never–”

“Tetsuya why!?  I’ve been nothing but a faithful lover, I’ve made sure to send you things, remember important dates!”

It wasn’t a joke, apparently, and how Akashi desperately grabbed Kuroko’s hands and looked ready to die was more disturbing then it was funny.  "I know that Akashi-kun but…I just can’t stand it!“ Kuroko was frowning.  "That fact that you can dunk when we’re almost the same height makes me think about my own insecurities when surrounded by people who are taller than me!  Remember that alliance we made back in middle school!”  Akashi reeled back and the expression on his face was traumatizing.  Kagami kind of wanted a brain wipe.

“R-Reo, Chihiro, come here!” Akashi was panicking.  "Come here and cut off my legs, I don’t deserve them!“

"Sei-chan, don’t be hasty now!”

“What kind of teeth do you want on the saw or should we be responsible and send you to the hospital for it?”

“Don’t encourage him Hiro-chan!”

Rakuzan was in an uproar, trying to calm their hysterical captain.  Kagami approached Kuroko, leaning on his shoulder, “Are you really breaking up with him?”

“Not really.”

You bastard, Kagami thought as he watched the now humorous spectacle on court.

solid-metal-gay  asked:

((Hey! Thanks for the follow!)) Roxanne Dubois was walking home from Stark's pond, messing around with her blood red hair when she noticed a boy smoking a cigarette and leaning against the wall of a nearby building. She walked over to the boy and stood beside him."Hey you're Christophe right?" She asked,extending her hand to the other's,smiling softly. "I've seen you at school but i never got to meet you. The name's Roxanne Dubois" She said, waiting for the boy to shake her hand.

(no problem :) ))   Christophe looked up at the red head, staring at her a moment before replying. He was barely in school so it was hard for him to remember some people. Shrugging lightly, he shook her hand. “It’s nice to meet you as well.” he eventually replied.