see that look on her face

Our paladin planning to break her oath

Paladin OOC: “If I’m going out, I’m going out big, you can’t unring the bell.”

Paladin (Who is a dragonborn): “As I’m pinning her down I lean over her and whisper “Die” before using my breath weapon at point blank range.“

DM: "I’ll count that as an automatic crit. The room starts to smell like burning flesh, and her face starts to look like Anakin Skywalker’s.”

The rest of us had to role to see if we threw up from the smell.

Next Round:

Paladin: “I’m going to hold her hands down with my knees, throw my shield to the side, and two hand my flaming axe on her face.”

DM: “Okay, roll to attack.”

Paladin: “…Nat 20.”

DM: “Okay, roll double the fire damage since you’re basically attacking a 3rd degree burn victim.”

Paladin: “Okay I rolled 44 damage.”

DM: “Wow okay. You slam your flaming axe down into her head again, and again, and again. The amount of blood and facial tissue spraying around the room is more than you would find on a battle field, even the barbarian looks horrified at the massacre going on in the corner.”

Paladin OOC: “Hey, I said I was going out big.”

BTS Reaction - When their daughter gets jealous of affection/requested

Anonymous said: Bangtan reaction when their little daughter gets jealous of him when they kiss or hug their wife(kid is their both) ^^ Hope you get what I mean 😂



“I’ll see you later, babe.” Jungkook said as he pulled you close to him and kissed your lips. There was a small whimper below the two of you and Jungkook looked down, spotting his daughter staring up at the two of you with a pout on her face. He leaned down to pick her up, and planted a big kiss on her chubby cheek.

“Aw, there’s no reason to get mad. Daddy loves you just as much.”


You were making breakfast for yours and Namjoon’s three year old daughter, Seol, when he walked in and playfully grabbed you by your wrist. He pulled you into a quick kiss, and interlocked your fingers before planting a kiss on your knuckles. Your daughter squealed and said, “Daddy, no!”

“Oh, why not? She was mine first,” he laughed before hoisting your daughter up and kissing her forehead.


He had just gotten back from tour and you were standing at the gate of his plane, gripping yours and Hoseok’s four year old daughter’s hand. His mom stood slightly behind you, also anticipating Hoseok’s return. When you saw him, you said to your daughter, “Stay with grandma, Na Ri.” Before rushing to your husband and hopping into his arms. Fingers interlocked, your daughter ran from his mom and stopped short before saying, “I want you to hug me like you hugged mommy.”

“Of course, baby. I missed you so much.” Hoseok said with his arms wide open, then wrapping up his daughter in hugs and kisses.


It was early morning, and you and Jimin were awake and laying in bed. You were still sleepy and kept turning over and burrowing into your husband. He put his arm around you and held you close, before kissing your head. All was quiet before the two of you heard a little voice say, “Can you snuggle me like you snuggle with Mommy?” 

“C’mere, baby girl. We’ll snuggle with ya.”


The two of you had just finished doing the dishes when he got a call from the studio asking him to come in and finish up some choreography. He agreed, and kissed you before gently pulling you into a hug while mumbling, “Sorry, I’ll be back soon.” Your twin daughters started to giggle and kept looking at their parents. Jin smiled and hugged his little girls tightly.

“What are you two laughing at? I can’t give my love a kiss and a hug?”


You were helping your husband pack for the beginning of a short leg of the Wings Tour. He’d be back in two weeks - but it stunk going that long without him. You held your one year old daughter in your arms as you handed Tae a folded shirt. “I know you’re upset, I won’t be gone very long, I promise.” He said, pulling you towards him and kissing your lips. Your daughter began to whimper, signaling that she was about to cry. Taehyung laughed and brushed the hair from his daughter’s forehead.

“What, sweetheart? Are you going to miss me too, baby? I’ll be back soon, I promise.” He said, making funny faces at his daughter to try to cheer her up.


The three of you were in the car on the way to a doctor’s appointment. Today was the day you were getting an ultrasound to check on your second child’s health. You and Suga decided it would be okay to have your four year old come along to see her baby brother. During the car ride, Suga held tightly onto your hand and your baby girl blurted, “Daddy, I want you to hold my hand like that.”

Suga laughed and reached into the back seat to take hold of his little girl’s hand for the duration of the car ride. “See? All better.”

im emo this killed me

anonymous asked:

Hello,what at do you think about Gray willing to use lost iced shell? Did he know he was going to use it when he promised Juvia an answer?

No, I truly don’t think he had planned to use it at all at that time. 

To me, this does not look like the face of a man who is thinking, “yeah, I’m going to kill myself, and erase myself from Juvia and everyone’s memories forever. Can’t wait!” 

No, to me, he looks happy and confident. He had something else planned to defeat both END and Zeref (and I hope we see Gray properly fight in the next few chapters to finally show off more of his devil slaying magic). Plus, if he had intended all along to use lost iced shell, there would be no reason at all for him to bring up Juvia’s feelings, and tell her to expect an answer after the war. If he was planning on sacrificing himself, he would never have broached the subject in the first place, because there would have been no “after the war” for him. 

So, I think he learned Lost Iced Shell during Avatar as a last resort move. Should everything go to shit, well then, at least he could always fall back on this. And the fact that he upgraded it, so that his memory would be forgotten, was out of consideration for his friends, and certainly for Juvia. He knew it would hurt them, and that was always his biggest reason to not use it previously.

That’s why I firmly believe this doesn’t have any connection/affect chapter 453 at all, or the promise to give Juvia an answer. I feel like Mashima wasn’t thinking that deeply about any of this beyond: 499 (and the aftermath, with Gray going on a rampage) was meant to show how much Gray cares about Juvia, and strongly hint at his reciprocal love for her; while 522 and 523 were meant to patch up the rift created by Gray and Natsu attacking each other/redeem Gray for targeting Natsu for being END, and show how much Gray loves Natsu/show that these guys truly are best friends. 

So, Gray’s attempted sacrifices in chapters 499 and 523 were meant to highlight Gray’s most important relationships: The one with the girl he loves, and the one with his best friend. That’s it. 

In any case, I’m just glad Natsu is always there (whether physically, or as a reminder in Gray’s head) to stop Gray from performing iced shell, because really, Gray? Really? (and really, Mashima? Iced shell? AGAIN?) I get the rationale behind it, but if he thinks magically removing himself from people’s memories would seriously ever really fully work (especially on someone like Juvia), then he is sadly mistaken lol.

[.gif by @hilariesjeffrey]

This beautiful, sincere, real smile here is so important.

Carol was in tears over her family, over the fact that the Saviors came. She was kicking herself and blaming herself that she wasn’t there to protect them…

She starts hating herself in that moment and Daryl’s not having any of that. So not only does he lie and protect her from that grief and guilt - but he can’t bear seeing her in pain so much, that he tries to “lighten the mood” on top of that. Desperately, he tells a lame joke, teases her, and Carol just bursts into this full, genuine smile. And she giggles.

Her face hasn’t looked like this in ages. In fact, the last time her expression was one of this much real joy was:

[.gif by @benkylorensolo]

And yet again, that was all because of Daryl. Because he was showing her affection and love and she thought it was adorable. It warms her heart when Daryl expresses that he cares about her - in any way - and that is still true to this day.

Even with the bleak place she’s in now, even with everything she’s been through, even though she was trying to run from the very love he was showing her - Daryl can still make Carol smile and laugh.

Even when she’s sobbing and in pain, Daryl is capable of bringing out that smiling, giggling schoolgirl in her.

EXO Reaction when a fan they met at a fan meeting becomes a new idol year later

Xoxo, Ara~
/I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise


*Composes something for you* “She supported me so much, I should do the same. I hope she likes this song… would be nice to hear her sing it”


*Always shows his support and admiration* “You did it man! You made it so far, I’m proud of you!”


*Enjoys the music so much* “Woah~ So good… that face looks familiar tho… wasn’t she.. an EXO-L? Woah… our fans are so talented.. this is amazing”


*Hugs him every time he sees him at events* “Look at you! I still remember when you were a baby. Now let me hug you my friend!” 


*Become friends real fast* “Hey! Are you practicing? Do you want to practice together” *And he always helps*


*Has been there since she told him she wanted to become a star* “Wow! Look at you! You look like an idol now! No… you are an idol now!”


*Gets ready for his fan and meet* “I wonder if this is okay… will he recognize me? I hope he does, it’s my turn to support him now.”


*Gives him advice from man to man* “And this is how manly man look even manlier”


*Who’s the fangirl now* “Ahhh she’ so pretty! I want to talk to her more… her music is everything!”


*Even though they aren’t that close, he knows it’s hard the way to become a star. He he is always silently supporting and slowly becomes like a mentor*


*Really excited* “Omg it’s you!!! We met remember?! I’m so happy that you are here, we’ll be best friends!”


*Everytime they ask him about you in interviews he says how proud he is of you* “We met a while ago but she never told me she was auditioning. Now that I see her here I’m so proud that she made it so far…..”

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

Hey you know what would make all this better?

Is if in the finale, Carol hops off her horse after riding into battle and slaying, and when Daryl sees her standing there he looks her up and down - like a parallel to the “You look ridiculous” scene. but instead of making a weird face he gets breathless and gulps and Carol looks at him smirking. :D

geniebjones  asked:

Bts reaction to his female best friend suddenly grabbing his arm and pretending he's her boyfriend to get a guy to stop flirting with her pweez

Here you go!~ I hope you like it/ this is what you would want:


“We’d look good together, right?” A man had approached you as you were waiting for your friend, Jin to pick you up from the cinema. 

“W-what, ah …” He laughed at your stuttered words as he continued to hold you near the wall when finally you heard a car pull up from behind you.


It was Jin’s voice. He’d save you, thank god. 

Turning to face him, Jin stood, staring at the man and smirking, he had heard his attempts to win you over, and was not impressed.

“Who are you? Can’t you see i’m busy with her here, get lost.” The man spoke and rolled his eyes, Jin stepping forward and walking over to you, pushing the guy aside as he grabbed your wrist. Pulling you to him and holding you at arms length, he brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear as he spoke, “Get in the car babe” he said lightly, kissing your forehead as he looked over to the guy.

“Hey, dude, I’m sorry, I didn’t know she was yours, I-” The man was cut off as Jin spoke lowly.

“Do that again and you’re done for.” 

Originally posted by beagletae


Staring down the guy holding your wrist as you clawed at his jacket sleeve, Yoongi slipped his hand over your shoulder. 

“Who’s this babe?” He’d ask, his eyes wandering the guy’s form and his lips forming a small smirk.

“Ah, Yoongi …” You started, the guy’s grip on you loosening quickly.

Sighing, Yoongi played with your hair, looking over at the man again, “I don’t think you should be trying to play with my girlfriend- okay?” 

Originally posted by beui

Going into town with Hoseok, your best friend, was supposed to be fun. You were going to pick up some food and have a good day, yet when a man approached you and asked for your name and number, things turned bad. 

“Sorry, I don’t think I should” You explained, him turning angry quickly.

“You’re a bitch. Just give me your phone.” He said, trying to take your phone from your hands.

“M-my boyfriend’s coming! Hoseok-ah!” You half yelled as he came round the corner carrying the coffee you asked him for. 

“Fuck you, you’re lyin-” 

“You didn’t just swear at my girlfriend did you, asshole?” Hoseok glared at the man, his usual smile turning into a frown. 

“Woa- Calm- calm down no, i was … just asking for directions, ain’t that right?” The man asked you, his eyes widening. 

“Hoseok! Don’t leave me again” You played on your emotions, clinging to Hoseok’s arm as he stared at the man. 

The man turned and walked away quickly, Hoseok hugging you as the man looked back, Hoseok waving him away sarcastically.

Originally posted by jinful

“No- sorr-” You said quietly as a Namjoon walked behind the man opposite you, seemingly trying to ask you out. 

“Who are you?” Namjoon asked blankly, staring at the man trying to hold you hand. 

“Hey, back off.” The man turned, your face reddening as he finally grabbed your hand. 

“This sleazy prick …” Namjoon muttered, the man getting madder.

“Hey! Fuck yo-” The mans words were cut off as Namjoon kissed you lightly, smirking at the man as he dropped your hand.

“Sorry about him (Y/N), some guys don’t know that no means no, come on sweetheart.” He took your hand in his as the man’s jaw dropped. 

Originally posted by simondismydaddy

When shopping with Jimin, neither you or him expected to pick anyone up that day, yet as you were looking at clothes whilst he was paying for a new shirt, a man decided to approach you- and persistently flirt with you. As Jimin returned bag in hand, the man was still here, this time making the mistake of letting Jimin hear one of his provocative statements. 

“You should back to my house, I’ve got a lot to show you-”

“Jimin!” You called, so glad to see him as he stared at the man in disbelief, his tongue in the side of his mouth, his anger seething. 

“Hey, I bought you that lingerie baby” He said casually, passing his bag over to you, “It’s time to go, say bye to this friend here~” He said slyly as he slipped his hand in yours, pulling you away quickly, the man staring in disbelief; his face turning red. 

Originally posted by gotjimin

On Tae’s day off he’d asked you to go to the beach with him, with his cute smile and small plead you’d accepted, yet when you got there it wasn’t what either of you had expected. As you walked to the beach front with Tae, an older man stared at you from his place on the sand. Both you and Taehyung had noticed, and as you became closer, the man continued to stare. Around 45 minutes later both of you had forgotten and were having fun. Tae ran to the water, as you laid on your towel, eyes closed in relaxation. A grey shadow was cast over your body as you opened your eyes, sitting up instantly as the man from earlier stared at your under-dressed body. 

“C-can I help you?” You asked, locking his gaze and he smiled lightly.

“I think you can. You and me at the beach front hotel, 8pm?” He asked, painting his face with a smirk as the sand thudded quickly from behind the man. 

“I don’t think so, you creep.” Taehyung’s voice filled the awkward air as he stared at the man in disgust. 

His damp hair framed his face prettily as his grey t-shirt clung to his skin, the man felt intimidated by Taehyung as he knelt next to you, his hand placed lightly on your inner thigh. 

“Don’t talk to my girlfriend ever again.” He said monotonously, glaring at the man who turned away quickly.

Originally posted by bwipsul

Coming back from cafe counter with both your and his drinks in his hands, he didn’t expect to see a random guy occupy the seat next to you, trying to engage an obviously unwanted conversation with you. 

“(Y/N)?” Jungkook called out, handing you your iced drink and he stood, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. 

“S-see, I told you … my boyfriends here” You explained to the man as he looks up, seeing Jungkook looking directly at him expectantly. 

The man stood up and fled from his seat, leaving you to explain the situation to him. 

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid


Ok, so this is a imagine that I’ve had in my head for a while now. Enjoy, My Lovelies. xx

Tag list: @hamartiamacguffin @illisea @thegreatficmaster @lovemesomepie85 @torn-and-frayed

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Dean looked up as the Y/C/H hunter walked into the viewing room. Her hair fell loosely around her face, the soft Hollywood curls framing it perfectly. His eyes wandered over her body, the way her jeans hugged her arse perfectly, the black tank she wore that was slightly see through, the deep red bra underneath that showed off some of her best assets. Her silver cross hung down over the top of her breasts, the diamonds shining in the light. Her heels clicked on the polished concrete floor, he glanced down at the ankle boots, that was a new looked. The look was Y/N all over, but a sexed up Y/N. He frowned at the duffels in her hand.


‘Ah, sort of.’

His frown only deepened as he watched her carefully. She wasn’t a huge talker on her best of days. Sure, she chatted and laughed, but she was quiet compared to most women.

‘Sort of?’

‘I’m heading home for a few days. There’s a couple of funerals happening and I want to make sure the deaths are nothing.’

‘Home as in LA?’

She nodded, ‘I’ll see you in a couple of weeks,’ she smiled, turning to leave.

‘We’ll come with you,’ Dean said quickly jumping up.

‘Dean,’ she sighed, turning back to face him.

‘It’ll be great. Maybe we can hit Vegas on the way back. Besides I have been to LA in ages.’

‘It’s really not a good idea.’

‘It’s a great idea. Sammy!’ he called ignoring Y/N’s groan. ‘Gear up, we’re going to LA!’

‘Can I talk you out of it?’


‘Fine,’ she sighed, looking over at Sam as he walked in. ‘But we do this my way, you follow my rules and I take the lead on this hunt.’

Dean looked at her raised an eyebrow as he crossed his arms over his chest. She raised an eyebrow, giving him an amused smile, but he didn’t falter on his stance.

‘This is my home turf, Dean. It’s nothing like you’ve ever experienced. You can’t walk in claiming to be Fed’s and think it will get you what you want. All it’ll do is get you shot.’

Dean frowned as his arms fell to his side, reluctantly but nodded. Watching silently as she walked towards the garage.

‘And we take my car,’ she called over her shoulder.

‘Oh, hell no!’ he growled, following close behind her.

She turned suddenly, causing him to crash into her slightly. His hands automatically coming up to grab her waist and steady them both. His breath hitched slightly at how close she was. How much closer he wanted her.

‘Then you’re following behind me, Sweetheart,’ she smiled, before stepping out of his hands.

Two days later, they arrived in LA. Dean followed closely behind Y/N’s 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle SS, the midnight blue paint job changing colours in the light. Blue one minute, black the next. He refused to let it - let her - out of his sight. Not that it mattered, you could hear her car from a couple of miles away. It was a thing of pure beauty.

She pulled into a carpark out the front of a cream coloured building with a garage attached on the side. He took in the large sign that was painted on the wall, “Toretto’s Market and Café.”

Y/N got out her car slowly, pushing her sunglasses onto the top of her head. Shifting her hair from her face. Sam and Dean following, waiting quietly.

A tall slim brunette woman broke away from a small group of people who had been standing out the front watching as they pulled up. She rushed over to Y/N and wrapped her arms around her tightly, the two women talking quietly.

Sam and Dean exchanged a look before the two made their way towards her quietly. They continued to watch as a blue-eyed man, with sandy blonde hair kissed her cheek, pulling her into a hug.

‘Hey, Girl,’ he smiled into her neck. ‘Been a while.’

‘Too long,’ she grinned, hugging him back.

The exchanges were emotional, loving and completely unexpected. For this kind of reception, Dean would have thought she would have stayed in LA. Not many hunters leave or even hunt when they have this kind of bond holding them back.

The hugs and tears stopped and Dean went to talk when Sam stopped him. The guy Y/N had called Brian stepped aside and she looked up at the man leaning against the building, his foot resting back against the cream wall, his arms crossed over his chest. Dean took him in, he was huge. His bald head and dark eyes only making him more dangerous. He didn’t want the guy near Y/N, he was worried he’d break her if he touched her. Sure, she was tough as nails, but she was fragile and she could break. And he’d be damned if he’d let that happen.

The guy’s eyes never left Y/N’s. They bored into hers with so much emotion and yet Dean had no idea what he thinking. Y/N knew though, he could see it in the change of her body, the way she shifted.

‘Hey, Dom,’ she said, quietly.

He pushed off the wall and rushed over, his feet pounding the pavement. Dean expected Y/N to flinch the way he charged towards her, but she barely noticed. Dom’s arms wrapping her in a rib crushing hugged as his lips pressed into her neck. Dean watched with a stirring of jealously and anger at how he touched her. Sure, there was nothing sexual happening. His hands behave, but there was something about it. About him. The two obviously had a history. One he hoped was buried and permanently.

‘She’s in good shape,’ he commented, huskily as he finally let go of her, running a hand along the body of Y/N’s car. ‘Had a paint job.’

‘Yeah, red was so last season,’ she smiled, softly.

‘What brings you back?’ he questioned, turning to face her.

‘Heard some bitch stole my title and I wanted a chance to take it back.’

Dean looked at Y/N’s face, the emotionless expression she wore. The look she got when she was being careful with what and how she said things. These guys obviously had no clue about hunting.

Dom glanced over at the two Winchesters raising an eyebrow as he looked back at Y/N.

‘I needed someone cheering me on,’ she smiled. ‘Especially if it’s your arse I’m kicking in the process.’

‘So you brought two busters with a crap car that wouldn’t last the mile?’

‘Hey,’ Dean growled. ‘You leave Baby outta this.’

‘Baby?’ Dom laughed, his voice deep and throaty as he looked to Y/N once more.

‘Dom,’ she warned, a small smile playing on her lips as she tried to fight it off.

‘He named his car, Baby.’

‘It’s better than him naming other things,’ she offered with a shrug.

Dom’s eyes seemed to darken further as he glared dangerously at Dean. A jealous possessiveness crossed the man’s face, giving Dean a good amount of satisfaction, if he thought the two were sleeping together he may not try for anything with Y/N.

‘I can understand naming a thing of beauty, a car that is nothing but perfection. A 10 second car. But that…’ he questioned, gesturing to the impala. ‘I’m surprised you haven’t worked your magic, Y/N.’

‘What makes you think she hasn’t?’ Dean questioned.

Y/N bit her lip trying to hide a smile, as someone in among the group chuckled. Suddenly, Dean felt as if he’d made a huge mistake by asking. Like he should have already known the whole way along.

‘Because if my girl had of worked her magic, Baby, would be sounding like that,’ the man smiled icily, pointing to Y/N’s car. ‘Not like your heap of junk is now. Because she would have fixed the timing on that thing. The carburettor would have been adjusted and its idling issue fixed.’

‘There’s nothing-.’

‘Yeah, there is,’ Y/N sighed. ‘But you get mad when I go near it.’

Dean gaped at her, his car was fine. Wasn’t it?

‘If Y/N had of touched it, we would have heard Baby coming a mile away. Bit like Y/N. She always did like to let people know when she was coming,’ Dom smirked.

Dean felt his face darken as the guy looked at Y/N. The small smile that played on her lips as she watched the guy closely.

‘But none of that’s the issue,’ Dom said quietly. ‘Why are you here?’ he questioned, looking at Y/N.

‘I told you.’

‘No, you didn’t.’

‘Because people are dying, because I want to help. Because I can’t lose my family.’

‘Family? Familia? What family? You left!’ Dom growled, walking over towards her, standing right in her face. Something she didn’t normally tolerate. Anyone else she would have put down. ‘You have no right being here, coming back,’ he spun, storming off towards the building.

‘Dom,’ she sighed. ‘They were my family too.’

‘You left!’ he yelled, spinning to face her. He stormed back towards her, getting into her face once more. ‘You don’t leave family, you don’t turn your back on them!’

‘I didn’t have a choice!’ she screamed, standing her ground as the giant bulk of muscle bore down on her. ‘I had to do it. I had to go the way I did. There was no way you would have let me if I told you.’

Dean watched shocked, he’d never seen this much emotion coming from her, this much pain. This much desperation. There was more in those few moments then there had been since they met.

‘Damn straight! We stay together, we ride together, we die together,’ he growled.

‘It wasn’t that simple! I couldn’t stay, I couldn’t just carry on knowing what killed him was still out there!’

‘Then you come to me! You tell me what’s going on and you let me help! You don’t run off in the middle of the night and leave us thinking you were dead.’

Dean watched as she wiped tears from her cheeks as she looked at the man, her chest heaving.

‘You don’t leave me thinking, my girl is dead,’ Dom said quietly, as he looked down at her, he reached up and tenderly brushed more tears from her cheeks. ‘I could have helped.’

Y/N shook her head, ‘No, Dom. You couldn’t, not with this. It’s so far out your league it’s not even a speck in the mirror.’

‘You have no do idea what I’m capable of,’ he hissed.

‘I think I do, I know you better than anyone.’

Something changed in Dom’s face as he watched her intently. It softened, became tender momentarily before it changed once more. Angry, curious, scared.

‘Is this to do with you coming back?’

Y/N nodded.

‘With the others?’

Y/N nodded nervously, ‘Stay out of it,’ she warned. ‘Now, I’m assuming you weren’t dumb enough to mess with my house while I was gone?’

‘It’s fine,’ Mia promised.

Y/N looked over at the Winchesters, her tear stained face breaking Dean’s heart. He wanted nothing more than to wrap her in a hug and kiss her head till she calmed down. To beat the guy senseless that caused the pain in the first place. He wanted nothing more than to take her then and there, against the car too but that wasn’t about to happen. She gestured to the car and the boys nodded, opening their doors.

‘Y/N?’ Dom called as she pulled the door of her car open.

She stopped and looked at him, waiting for him to go on.

‘Tonight, 11pm. I win, you tell me what’s going on.’

fitzsimmonsaf  asked:

for brotp week lincoln and jemma (and i've always thought bobbi would be interesting with them too so it's like a medical/bio brotp)

  • The first time Lincoln truly talks to Jemma Simmons is when she isn’t wearing a shirt.
  • She isn’t wearing a shirt and he’s applying a salve on her abdomen, over the mass of black and blue that dot her skin, when he notices that the wound on her cheek had started to bleed through the bandage.
  • He grits his teeth, and focuses back on her stomach.
  • “Well, what’s the diagnosis, Dr. Campbell?”
  • He freezes.
  • Jemma Simmons has just been captured and tortured, forced to be medically examined by someone other than herself, and now she’s teasing him.
  • “Well, Dr. Dr. Simmons, I think you’re gonna live.”
  • (He quickly looks up to see the faintest hint of a smile on her face, and he doesn’t know if it’s because he called her Dr. Dr. or because he teased her back.)
  • (It really doesn’t matter.)

  • they quickly become friends, asking each other questions and debating the answers.
  • Sometimes Bobbi jumps in and they spend hours discussing whatever a scientist, biologist, and a doctor can discuss.
  • (Fitz, Hunter, and Daisy often sit with them, but often don’t understand what the hell’s going on is that even a real word?!)
  •  it’s nice, this little club they have going on.

  • And then Bobbi leaves.
  • And then Lincoln dies.
  • And now Jemma’s all alone.


anonymous asked:

Prompt: On the way to rescue his sister hekapoo from st olgas, tom meetsprincess marco and is so into her and her revolutionary ways he just has to save her too?

Sure! I had a lot of fun with this one and I hope you like it! It was such a cute Idea and I love the whole St. Ogal’s angle! I really wanna see St. Ogal’s Tom lol. I hope you enjoy the story!


Tom took off down the hallways looking left and right, trying to find the familiar face. He stopped when he heard a banging coming from one of the cells, like somebody was trying to break the door down. Tom smirked and rolled his eyes, that HAD to be Hakapoo. So he ran to the sound, but was drawn back when he didn’t recognize the face. Tom peered in the room and saw a brown-haired princess pounding at the door with a heavy looking candlestick. As soon as she saw Tom she held it behind her back, backing away.

“I’m not doing anything.” She lied obviously, backing further away. Tom tilted his head and then processed what she was thinking.

“Oh! No it’s okay, I’m not going to get you in trouble.” Tom promised. “I just… heard the sound and thought you were somebody else.” Tom explained. “I’m uh… I’m Tom.” Tom smiled a bit nervously through the bars in the door.

“What are you? Some sort of wayward sentry?” The princess asked. “You aren’t doing your job very well.” She accused. Tom laughed.

“No, I’m not on the St. O’s staff, I’m here on a rescue mission of sorts.” Tom explained. “You?” He asked.

“What does it look like?” She responded sarcastically. Tom blushed, assuming he should have known why a princess was there. She was quiet for a moment before looking up. “I’m Marco by the way. Princess Marco Diaz.” She introduced. Tom perked up.

“I know you! You’re the one who started the rebellion.” Tom identified. Marco nodded and slid down to the floor, sighing.

“Yeah but I got busted.” She admitted. “I’d finish the rebellion if I could get this STUPID DOOR OPEN!” Marco hissed, shooting up and kicking the door one last time. Tom watched her for a moment and played with his thumbs.

“I… I could get you out?” He offered. Marco looked up confused.

“You’d do that? How?” She asked. Tom ducked down to be next to the lock and opened the bag of things he brought with him, assuming he would need some of it to break in and out of this place. He took out a screwdriver and a fork and started working the big lock. Marco gave the demon confused looks. “A fork?” She asked, curiously.

“It’s a big lock.” Tom responded. He kept working at it.

“How long does this usually take?” Marco asked. Tom rolled his eyes.

“It’s not exactly easy.” He defended himself, and kept playing with the lock. “So how long have you been locked up here?” Tom asked, trying to break the tension. Marco shrugged and flicked the bars of her cell.

“A few weeks. Ever since the rebellion really.” She responded.

“And have you toned the fighting down?” Tom asked, meaning for it to be a joke. But the princess took it seriously.

“Not one bit. In fact I stirred up so much commotion here, half the staff left.” She said proudly. Tom smiled a little bit.
“Wow that’s… actually pretty awesome.” Tom laughed quietly. “You just fight for what you think’s right, huh?” He asked. Marco nodded. “That’s pretty cool, not a lot of people would do tat. They’d be too scared of the consequences.” Tom explained. He worked the lock for about fifteen more minutes in silence until it clicked open. Tom smiled proudly and opened the door. “Okay, you’re out.” Tom smiled. Marco fled from the cell and turned to look at the demon. She beamed and pulled him close to give a light kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you, Tom.” She told him. “You served well.” She smiled. Despite being a rebellious girl, and the opposite of what St. Ogal’s wanted to make young girls, she still had a proper outward demeanor. She kept her royalty appearance and upfront attitude, but that didn’t come close to defining her whole character.

Tom blushed deeply and rubbed his cheek. “N-no problem…” He mumbled. “You need help busting out of here?” He asked. “I just need to scoop up my older sister and then we’re gonna take off, I can help you if you want? This isn’t the first time I broke into this place.” Tom explained. He kept laughing at himself and felt his face burn bright red. What was going on with him today? Tom smiled awkwardly and rubbed the back of his head.

“I don’t want to ring you out. You already helped so much.” Marco assured.

“All I did was pick a lock.” Tom reminded. Marco smiled and looked behind her, to check for guards.

“Okay, I’ll help you find you sister, and then you can help me escape the school.” Marco suggested. Tom smiled and looked victorious for getting the princess to stay.

“Sounds like a deal!” He beamed. Marco grabbed Tom’s hand and pulled him down the hall and up the stairs.

“These are the cells for the older students.” She said. “You said your sister was older, she should be here.” Marco explained. Tom went from door to door looking for the fire deity. He made a face when he came to the right cell and banged on the door.

“Hekapoo! It’s me!” He whisper-called. His sister shot up and ran to the door.

“Tom! Thank god! I’ve been rolling with these posers and I’ve just about had it.” She cried. Tom rolled his eyes when he saw she was nowhere near brainwashed. He picked the lock, it took the same amount of time as the last and let Hekapoo out. “Tom? Who is this?” Hekapoo asked. Tom looked over at Marco.

“Oh! She’s Princess Marco. I’m helping her escape.” Tom explained.

“Is she going to slow us down?” Hekapoo asked. Tom made a pleading face with his sister.

“Hekapoo please!” He whispered so the princess wouldn’t hear. “I came here to save you! The least you can do is help me out with this.” He begged. Hekapoo raised an eyebrow and looked her brother up and down.

“I think I know what’s going on here.” She smirked. “Okay, let’s go, I’m strong enough to get passed their field with my personal scissors. I made them for this exact occasion. But we might be chased, so tell your princess to keep up.” Hekapoo teased.

“Don’t worry about me.” Marco smiled, Tom grinned at her and Hekapoo opened a portal.

“Alright let’s go!”

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Bonus: Qrow’s thoughts before their match begins…

She felt her body straighten as her heart began to beat frantically with excitement. Her face couldn’t fight the immense elation she felt, and for the first time in years, felt a genuine smile lay into her lips. The blood under her skin began boiling as she fully faced him, Schwarz and Rot being gently caressed by the pads of her fingers. Her brows furrowed as her smile grew wider with each step he took.

Summer could hear Salem talking, but it was all muddled in her head. Something about not seeing a SEW fight in years or something to that accord. It didn’t matter what she had to say. Her focus was entirely on Qrow, tracing the lines of his muscles with her eyes, taking in his assertive stance, memorizing the look of sheer excitement on his face. He was too much for Summer to bear. Her body began to ache with need, feeling herself getting close to an edge that she desired to jump off of. Looking into his eyes, she saw it. The same, burning, primal need. The pent up emotion, aggression, and frustration was going to vent, allowing the pressure that they both seemed to have endured and built up for years release and subside. He yearned for her, just as she did for him. Her face grew hot with anticipation, feeling as though they had been waiting for Salem’s command for eons.

In a brief moment, Summer realized something very vital about herself and how she felt toward Qrow. She did not just need him. She wanted him. In how many senses, she couldn’t place in that very instance. She knew, however, she wanted no one but him, here and now, and was going to enjoy receiving every last drop that he had to offer.



His hand squeezed and relaxed in a rhythmic fashion, fingers curled around the hilt of his sword and Summer Rose across the room from his position. Qrow had been ansy for months now, but now he just felt like he was being teased.

Had Salem caught him? Could she read his mind? Qrow wasn’t an idiot. He knew that certainly wasn’t true, but yet here he was, facing a small woman who was giving him a sultry, ‘come hither’ look, ready to throw herself into battle with him and he could barely stand it. She had seen his interest in her and was using it to toy with him. To be fair, he hadn’t made it very subtle 

Gods he wanted to fight her. He wanted to find out what was so special about a SEW, anyway. Were they really that powerful?


Was that really it?

A gnawing feeling tossed around in the pit of his stomach and all through his chest. It was an irritating ache that had been present since he encountered this woman. He admitted that Summer was nothing like anyone he had encountered before. She was talked up to be this martyr; this hero of Remnant who was going to save the world…but, no. Summer was nothing like that. At least, he didn’t think so, and Qrow was often a great judge of character and intentions.

She willingly came with him, has been nothing short of, well, pleasant, and now she looked as if a wish of hers was coming true.

Qrow just couldn’t place her. Who was she? What was she thinking? Would he even get a chance to find out? Good Gods, why did he want to find out!?

A growl rumbled through his chest and in an instant, he couldn’t deny it. Summer Rose had a hold on him. No woman had even kept his attention this long or invaded his mind for with such an intensity without stripping her clothes first. He didn’t just want to fight her. He was interested in her. Looking at her now, he found her utterly irresistible.

He wanted her. He wanted her more than he ever wanted a woman…and he was going to get her.


s-e-kwan  asked:

The Mukami's reaction when they see a male classmate asking Yui out to the movies? This makes Yui surprised, then perplexed and then thoughtful. And she has an expression which says "He's so kind to invite me out to the movies and I really want to go, but those guys (Mukami's) will definitely not allow me. Wait, it actually doesn't matter, they only see me as food. So they wouldn't care who I hang out with like Kou does with his fans". Do you think you can do internal monologues?

Ruki: That face… It seems like she does know her place, but it would be better if she were to say no. Such a troublesome Livestock, must I train her again?

Kou: Eh… M Neko-chan looks like she might agree to this? That’s not fair! I’m the idol, and the only one that is suppose to ask her out though…! Argh…!

Yuma: Why the fuck is she looking at him like that? Is Sow actually gonna say yes or some shit? Like hell that will happen… Tch, what does that guy have?

Azusa: She… Eve-san is… She isn’t going to say… yes, is she…? I would take her out… if she wants… but why isn’t she answering… him yet…?

Are you ashamed of what I’ve done?” she dared to ask.
His brow creased. “Why would you ever think that?”
She couldn’t quite look him in the eye as she ran a finger down the blanket. “Are you?”
Aedion was silent long enough that she lifted her head - but found him gazing toward the door, as though he could see through it, across the city, to the captain. When he turned to her, his handsome face was open - soft in a way she doubted many ever saw. “Never,” he said. “I could never be ashamed of you.”
She doubted that, and when she twisted away, he gently grabbed her chin, forcing her eyes to him.
“You survived; I survived. We’re together again. I once begged the gods to let me see you - if only for a moment. To see you and know you’d made it. Just once; that was all I ever hoped for.”
She couldn’t stop the tears that began slipping down her face.
“Whatever you had to do to survive, whatever you did from spite or rage or selfishness … I don’t give a damn. You’re here - and you’re perfect. You always were, and you always will be.
—  Queen of Shadows by Sarah J. Maas

The Constant 

1772 words 

May and Fitz have a talk about Daisy leaving. 

takes place in 4a, after Daisy gets back 

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“Sorry,” Daisy gasps, her whole body clenching in a brief panic. Fitz had surprised her in the kitchen—she’d flinched, sloshing coffee on his shirt.

He huffs out a sigh, looking down at the stain. But May could clearly see that the frustration on his face had been there before the spill. “It’s alright—”

“No, no, I- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean- You just- I-I’ll go, sorry.”

Daisy quickly moves out of the kitchen, head ducked, coffee gripped tight between her hands. Perhaps luckily, there was no one around to witness the scene, besides May, who sits at the table, sipping tea.

Fitz growls something beneath his breath, rips a paper towel from the holder a little too forcefully. He wets it in the sink and starts dabbing at his shirt, all the while muttering. About what, May can’t hear.

Resigned, May stands. It pains her to get involved, but there’s clearly something wrong here. She hasn’t seen Daisy so skittish in a long time. Maybe ever. And Fitz—well, he’s always grumpy. But something about this doesn’t sit right on her tongue.

May first makes her way to the cupboard, pulls out a bottle of vinegar, and pours some on a washcloth. Fitz crinkles his nose when she offers it over.

“I hate the smell of vinegar.”

She offers it again. “You want that stain to come out?”

He takes the cloth reluctantly, face pinched in disgust as he dabs his shirt.

May leans back against the counter, watching him for a moment. “So what exactly did you say to her?”

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anonymous asked:

Could you do You were waving at your friend behind me but I got confused and waved back at you and now I’m dying of embarrassment but you think it’s cute With Veronica Lodge please

You smile, waving at your friend from across the courtyard, trying to get her to notice that you were saving her a seat. She finally notices and starts walking over, but not before your attention is caught by another hand waving back at you. Raising a brow, you look down, seeing Veronica Lodge smiling and waving rather excitedly at you.

Before you can wave back, your best friend passes her, and Veronica suddenly blushes, lowering her hand and whispering something to Betty. Clearly, she’s embarrassed, and you bite back the smile that wants to split your face in two. Once your friend has sat down, you tell her you’ll be right back, standing and heading straight for Veronica’s table.

Her eyes raise in surprise when you lean on the blue metal picnic table, clearly staring at her. “Hey, Veronica. Sorry for confusing you back there, but don’t feel embarrassed, it was really cute. Umm, maybe you’d…want to study later today? For that science test?”

She stares at you for a long moment, a bit confused until you give her a look that tells her to play along. Nodding, she smiles back at you. “Yeah, of course. How about…after lunch? I’ve got a free period then. We could go to the library.”

You nod, shooting her a finger gun as you start back towards your own table. “Sounds like a plan. I’ll see you then, Lodge.” Once you’ve turned around, you give your friend the thumbs up, making her snort. Studying wasn’t the only thing you and Veronica would be doing. 

Originally posted by alectightwood

As much as I loved the hand nuzzle scene in 4x3 I’ve gotta admit my favorite scene of s4 so far might actually be the one in 4x1 when Clarke is grieving over l.exa and Kane does a double take after seeing the look on Bellamy’s face.

I mean, Kane had to have already known about Bellamy’s feelings after everything he did to get Clarke back in 3x2, and it couldn’t have just been an accident that he glanced over at Bellamy after hearing Clarke’s words to her mom.

But seeing Bellamy in this moment, openly staring at Clarke while his heart is silently breaking, you can tell how taken aback Kane is by how deep Bellamy’s feelings truly go. He literally sees into Bellamy’s soul with that two second glance and it just kills me every time.