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The Chatwalk

Alya was furious.

“It’s not about competition, it’s about journalistic integrity!” The redhead shouted at an unfortunate classmate, who was eyeing the nearby table and contemplating whether it would offer any protection from the irate teenager. “I spend hours documenting Ladybug’s fights, interviewing the victims… Not SNOOPING.”

She jabbed her finger at the phone’s small screen, which displayed a series of blurry photographs. Alya selected one and zoomed in until the pixels resembled abstract art.

“And I certainly don’t fake material for attention! See here, and here,” she gestured at the screen. “This is clearly a costume, and not even a good one at that.“

Marinette held back a giggle. She felt sorry for the unfortunate ninth year student, who was shrinking under Alya’s rage, but wasn’t about to become the target of her friend’s… attention.

A bell rang, signaling the start of school. Alya’s victim took off running, and the two girls made their way to the morning’s first class.

Alya threw her bag down on the desk. "It’s nothing more than a gossip column, and a bad one at that. I can’t believe everyone is falling for this - this trash.”

Adrien and Nino simultaneously turned around to face her, startled by the loud smack of books on wood next to their ears.

“What’s going on?” Adrien whispered as Ms. Bustier walked into the classroom.

“Good morning, everyone! Now, as I mentioned yesterday, we are beginning the new history unit today,” the teacher announced, cutting off Alya just as she took a deep breath in preparation for another rant.

The Ladyblogger’s anger hadn’t faded by the end of the school day, and she ranted to Marinette as they walked back to the Dupain-Cheng bakery. Alya criticized every aspect of the new website, Chatwalk, that had appeared online last night, from the design (“Lime text on a black background? Are they trying to make readers go blind?”) to the content (“Selling creepy photos is a massive abuse of the journalistic platform!”).

Marinette sympathized. She really did. As Ladybug, she’d dealt with enough unwanted media attention, from wannabe stalkers to badly written explicit fanfiction submitted to the Ladyblog (Alya rejected each piece, but not before making her friend read excerpts from the more amusing stories). Still, it was funny to see her friend’s obsessive anger as she refreshed the website, checking for new content to pick apart for flaws, which was already pretty amusing in itself.

Alya froze in the bakery entrance and held out her phone. “You gotta see this.”

Marinette took it, and immediately felt the photo burn itself into her retinas. She wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. The screen displayed a surprisingly well-photoshopped image of a blond boy (Adrien, his figure was unmistakeable), pinned against a brick wall by Chat Noir… who was kissing him passionately.  


Adrien leaned back in his chair, admiring his work displayed on the computer. Who knew that the photo editing he’d been forced to learn (“It’s important to understand all aspects of photography, even after the model’s work is finished,” his father had lectured) would come in handy?

He didn’t know who had created The Chatwalk, and he was sure it wouldn’t be up for very long - copyright complaints were already pouring in from irate photographers whose work had been ‘borrowed’ by the site - but, as Chat Noir, Adrien felt an obligation to ensure that it lived on in memory.

After all, it wouldn’t do to disappoint his fans.


The Chatwalk on AO3

“Well if goldfish aren’t supposed to live in bowls then why did the ancient chinese keep them in there for thousands of years?” is a question people give me as a “Gotcha!” when I try to explain this concept to them, and it grinds my gears and here’s why.

The ancient Chinese did not keep goldfish in bowls.

They were kept in ponds. With flowing water. And moved to small bowls for display purposes for a short time when guests were expected to view them. They did not live in the bowls. Because the bowls would cloud and the fish would die of poisoning from their own feces. This is why your pet goldfish when you were 6 died in 3 days.

I love fish, and I hate people enacting animal cruelty on them because “they’re just fish!”. Imagine making your dog live in its kennel all it’s life and never cleaning it? That’s the life you’re dooming that fish to live. Just because it’s a fish doesn’t mean it deserves this kind of treatment.

And don’t even get me started on bettas and the disgusting conditions they’re put in. Hint: rice paddies may have been shallow but they still had open, flowing water. Your betta needs at least 5 gallons and a filter.

EMPOWERMENT

Things that are actually empowering to women and girls:

1. Physicality
becoming physically stronger empowers us. exercising your body not only makes your body stronger and more powerful, but it brings discipline and helps you connect with your body instead of disconnect.
being able to physically be at a location is empowering. feminists should be fighting to make all places accessible to disabled women.
disabled women should also have access to any type of exercises and physical therapy they can do. i would especially like to see more public pools having more physical therapy programs. swimming is a great way to exercise for strength while not putting any gravitational or impact on your body

2. Knowledge

Knowledge is empowering. having knowledge about how our own bodies work is empowering. women and girls who are.knowledgeable are not easily misled. in this vein, learning how to properly debate arguments and think critically about yours and others words and beliefs is empowering. having the ability to trust yourself comes with gaining knowledge.

3. Access to Fulfilling Work.

work that feeds our love and passion is empowering. workplaces with atmospheres where everyone is happy and excited to work with women are empowering. workplaces free from sexual attacks empower women. women stimulating their minds and souls is empowering. women doing the work they find stimulating gives us a sense of purpose.

many women of all different walks of life have a high propensity for art. charging them with female representation in media will empower us all by putting forth the huge diversity that women display as human beings with full experiences and lives and stories to tell.

evidence shows that the least depressed cohort of women are the ones who work and who are financially independent, not the married housewives.

4. Reproductive and Sexual Rights.

women having control over our own.reproduction is empowering. women having orgasms and thinking about our own pleasure during sex is empowering. women accepting their own physical form and refusing to be disrespected by men who find them unacceptable because of their physical form is empowering. women refusing intercourse if it does nothing for their pleasure or they dont want to take the risk is empowering. women not being forced to sell their own bodies is empowering. women having control over OUR OWN BODIES is freedom.

Things that are NOT empowering to girls and women:

1. Femininity

being small, delicate, and on display is not empowering and it never will be. wearing high heels damages our feet and is not empowering. wearing makeup because society does not believe we as women are acceptable without it is not empowering. having long and/or fake nails limits the use of our hands and is not empowering. our collective bodies are not for men to look at and enjoy as they go about their day in comfortable, dignified clothing.

kindness, nurturing, and the desire to help others are good qualities in moderation, and they should be thouhght of as sex-neutral qualities everyone should work on, not just women. women are not the only ones who should be expected to be nurturing and giving.

aspiring for smallness is the opposite of enpowering. women need to eat. women are allowed to grow. our goal should be comfort and health, not emancipation and fragility.

2. Self-objectification

our hands are for doing tasks and our feet are for mobility. our faces are to house our brains and feed us, not a thing for men to find either acceptable or unacceptable to look at. every part of our bodies are for OUR use, not for the use of others. we exist for ourselves. our bodies are not naturally political and they are all acceptable and worthy of humanity, no matter what they look like or what issues they have.

3. Submission

Submissiveness is not empowering. lowering your worth until it is under the worth you give someone elses humanity is self-harm. humiliation and degredation arise out of the degraders sense of superiority over the one submitting to him. being treated as inferior will never empower anyone.

4. Marriage and Traditional Nuclear Family

marriage is a contract of ownership where women take on the last name of men. nuclear families are an extension of male ownership to not only include women but the children they objectify as their legacy of power. men expect women to raise children while they work, but women have goals and dreams too. men expect women to drop these goals and sacrifice only their lives to raise children that men see as their property and investment. men leave the majority of menial housework and micro-cleaning to women. marriage and nuclear families will never be empowering.

5. Outside Control over Reproduction.

up to and including abortion. ALSO involving lack of access to childcare and paid leave. this one explains itself.

6. The Sex Industry.

Mens entitlement over females and our bodies will NEVER be empowering and MUST end.

Now, can people stop using this word for things that ARENT giving women any actual power? Glad we had this talk.

anonymous asked:

Ok but imagine a sick Lance getting injured but he's delusional so he doesn't tell anyone and just completely forgets about it until someone else notices all the blood, and then he's like "oh right, that, lol"

“Oops,” Lance said with a lopsided smile, feeling Keith’s hand slip from his feverish forehead to the slice-wound in his side.

“What the hell do you mean, ‘oops?!’ Lance! Stay awake!” Keith slapped Lance’s cheeks, but it did nothing to rouse the unconscious boy. They’d have a talk once his ass was out of a healing pod.

Back to You | JJ

Pairing: Cheater!Jungkook X Reader

Summary: {Based off Cheater!Series} Jungkook cheats on y/n with her best friend and she finds out. What will happen when Jungkook tries to fix things after not seeing her for the past three years?

Genre: Fluff, ANGST, smut

Warnings: YALL KNOW ITS SMUT SO SHIT BOUT TO GO DOWN

Word Count: 3.7k

Note: To the anon that requested this I’m so sorry it took this long to get it up. I just wanted to make sure if was perfect. Hope you like it!

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Small devotional acts.

  • Be a loving and nurturing friend
  • Pamper yourself often
  • Paint 
  • Get peacock-feather earrings
  • Be nice to any kids you run into 
  • Get some temporary tattoos
  • Fight for love and marriage equality
  • Plant fragrant flowers near your home
  • Smile at strangers
  • Get some metallic pens
  • Embrace being the mom friend - always have snacks at the ready
  • Buy a nice set of sheets
  • Donate to charities that help those without family support
  • Drink an herbal/floral tea
  • Add more sparkly things to your life
  • Eat an apple
  • Go cloud watching
  • Blast the AC then get cozy under some blankets
  • Wear that outfit you love that also scares you a little
  • Burn a scented candle
  • Support small artists and display their work in your home!
  • Strengthen your relationships - romantic or platonic
  • Go on more walks, take time to smell the flowers
  • Gold!
  • Always notice little ones that seem a bit lost, and take a minute to make sure they’re okay
  • Support those in or escaping abusive situations
  • Listen to music that empowers you
  • Buy a succulent plant
  • Wear those sunglasses wherever you want
  • Buy yourself that extra goody you always think about while at the store
  • Get more iced drinks 

ok, like i was rewatching “say goodbye” (i know i said i was watching it last week too, i rewatch it way too much :P) and it friggin glitched after jack got a nosebleed. the audio was working, but the video got stuck on jack smiling directly at the camera.

i hate Anti…..

Iwaoi fluff Headcanons.

I am an absolute hoe for Iwa [and Oikawa I guess] Ask anyone of my mutuals or my friends, they know. Be it his personality, character, quirks; no matter what people may thik of him, I love this boy with my life. Also, Iwaoi is my absolute favourite ship, and since I need something to do while I suffer from writer’s block for chapter 2 of Drowning in my Demons, have this post dedicated to my precious cinnamon buns. So, if you love Iwa [And his Tofu-nugget] as much as I do, sit back and enjoy these little headcanons I came up with.


  • Iwa is definitely the cuddly-type. He loves snuggling in bed, hugging his Godzilla plushie when he’s alone while having some popcorn watching movies. Occasionally, he falls asleep mid-way through the movie, but that’s a rare feat, when this happens, his mom tends to laugh it off and help tuck him snuggly into his bed. However, when Oikawa comes over and they share a bed, he is the small spoon while Tooru is the big spoon. He always ends up nuzzling into the bigger’s chest, and Tooru lovingly stroking his hair. He secretly takes photographs of the raven and sets it as his wallpaper.
  • When reversed and Iwa sleeps over at Oikawa’s house, he never brings his own clothes. I get that people usually see Oikawa to be the type to steal Iwa’s clothes, but for me, I imagine Iwa to mock Tooru’s dreadful fashion sense but steal his hoodies anyway. Tooru has no complaints and lets his boyfriend do what he wants; he secretly loves it because Haji just looks good in over-sized clothes.  
  • Also, bonus, Iwa smacking Tooru with the long-ass sleeves rather than headbutting him. Tooru retaliates by tickling Hajime till he gives in. They collapse onto the bed and Tooru apologises with forehead kisses.
  • When Iwa wakes up, he can barely open his eyes, he expects Tooru to be in bed with him, so when he isn’t, he will very softly call for him. Tooru finds it adorable and showers him with kisses. But when they do wake up in bed together, he will cuddle as close as he can to Oikawa who would probably be using his phone.
  • Tooru trying the face-swap filter on snapchat with Iwa, and casually saying, “These would be what our children would like.” Iwa is a fucking mess and Oikawa is laughing so hard. Also, Oikawa has at least 341 pictures of Iwa with the puppy filter, the fact that he’s eyes are closed most of the time makes it a hundred times funnier. He sends them to Mattsun and Makki, and even those two find Iwa adorable. 
  • Hajime trying to get out of bed but Tooru won’t let him. He’s using kisses and cuddles as a distraction.
  • My headcanon is that Tooru gets sick easily because of how much milkbread he eats. He most commonly gets a flu or a bad cold but they quickly go away after a few days. As for Hajime, he hardly falls ill, but when he does, it’s the most heartbreaking thing. Once he was running an abnormally high fever and had to stay overnight at the hospital? Oikawa spent an entire day trying to perfect a soup and his favourite Agedashi Tofu before bringing it to the raven. Iwa is extremely thankful and promises him kisses when he gets better.
  • Iwa has a dwarf bunny that he loves with all he has, instead of calling it Godzilla, he calls it Tofu because of how white and fragile she is. She was actually a present from his mom as a replacement for not getting him a puppy; he doesn’t mind and is just happy he has something to take care of. He spends hours grooming her fur in his bed and sometimes, she accompanies him as he watches a movie. Iwa has trained her to sit and lie down and even hop. She is also incredibly intelligent given the fact that she will squeak for attention. She is a good bunny and loves Tooru as well, Iwaizumi’s mom jokingly said it’s like Tofu is their shared child.
  • Oikawa’s and Iwaizumi’s mother sharing cute things their sons did for the other. How Hajime was learning to make milkbread to give it to Tooru on his birthday, and how Oikawa had suggested building a blanket fort before watching Godzilla together. They are close friends and the biggest shippers.
  • When they have the house to themselves, Iwa is the one preparing breakfast, Tooru tries distracting him with a lot of kissing and hugs from behind and now the pancakes are burning. They have a heated make-out session on the countertop before they actually realise the smell of smoke.
  • They take baths in the bathtub together. They end up having a splash war and wetting the entire bathroom. Sometimes Iwa sits in Oikawa’s lap while the brunette washes his hair and hugs him. He also takes this rare chance to leave a few hickies. 
  • Blanket forts being their childhood tradition. Oikawa decorating the blanket fort with fairy lights and throwing in as many pillows as he could possibly find. When Iwa comes over, he has his laptop all prepared with their favourite snacks. Oikawa likes watching Iwa quote lines from the movie, Hajime has no idea he’s paying more attention to him than the actual movie. And it’s best if it stays that way.
  • Hardcore Mario kart wars, there is no fluff, only profanities, cusses and death.
  • Oikawa will tease Hajime with his cereal by holding the box as high as he can, he has lanky limbs so Iwa can’t reach them. As payback, he sneaks out while Oikawa is sleeping before getting a cup of cold water and pouring it on his face, not forgetting to say, “WHO’S THE SHORT ONE NOW ASSHOLE??”
  • Hajime has freckles all over his body; and sometimes he’s really insecure about them. Tooru assures him it’s fine and makes sure to kiss all of them.
  • Look me in the goddamn eye and tell me these two don’t sit together on the bus to training camps and shit. Because I swear, they will sit together and even share ear pieces, sometimes they doze off and fall asleep, Iwa usually resting on Oikawa’s broader shoulders.
  • Iwa likes collecting succulents and small plants. He displays them on his desk or by his window-sill. He gives them names and Tooru thinks it’s both funny and cute.
  • Have some cute flustered Iwa when Tooru calls him babe in front of the team. And also, the entire team letting out whoops and cheers and Iwa just wants to hide in a hole. Sometimes they stare at each other like love-struck idiots and the Matsuhana duo use this amazing opportunity to tease them. Tooru coming up from behind to give Hajime a surprise kiss.
  • Tooru finding every excuse to hold Hajime’s hand, and Iwa giving in.
  • They once went to build-a-bear together and made a stuffed crocodile that Iwa for some odd reasons says is a Zoey. Iwa has it next to his Godzilla plushie.
  • Having so many cheesy dates. A picnic date, stargazing, to the aquarium, the zoo, a waterpark. These two have the cutest most romantic dates and everyone is jealous. Bonus if they get each other presents.
  • Iwa tackling the fuck out of Oikawa after not having seen him for months. Tooru laughs and tries his best to force out a “Did you miss me?” as Iwa lays on his chest. IWaizumi saying in a dead-serious tone, “Of course I did.”
  • During winter, they like cuddling by the fireplace, Iwa is mumbling on about how flippin cold it is, and Tooru just watching him go on endearingly. They have a huge blanket out and everything along with some hot cocoa. Half-way during their cuddling session, Tooru starts kissing Hajime’s neck. He heats up and ask what the hell is he doing and Tooru just smirking saying he’s helping him warm up. Hajime is upset cause it worked.
  • Hajime has cute soft sneezes.
  • Before they fall asleep, Tooru likes singing for Iwa. Some of his favourites are You are my Sunshine, Can’t help falling in love and All of the stars. He may not have the best voice but Iwa loves it either way.
  • When Iwa starts falling asleep, Tooru quietly whispers a sweet “I love you” before dozing off too.

I’m dedicating this to some of the few friends I’ve made here, [I’m so sorry if you don’t consider me to be one] and just overall really sweet people.

@aunnoo , @rosaliaisabawse , @exella@trashytacosan

anonymous asked:

Oooh can you write about the reader surprising Gabe with the news that she's pregnant ( I don't mind how you do it) ❤

((So….saw this figurine…and was like…I could see like gifting Gabe this and…it snowballed from there http://www.bowbrookstudios.co.uk/graphics/1375.jpg ))

‘I have a surprise for you. Our room, 6 PM sharp. Got it?’

‘Yea yeah. See you then.’

‘Love you, grumpy.’

‘Love you too, ditzy.’

Excited butterflies fluttered around in your stomach as you placed your phone down, fingers unconsciously settling onto your lower abdomen. A giddy grin tugged at your lips as your hands gently smoothed over the area, over the baby, your baby. Dr. Villeneuve had told you that you were seven weeks along after you had gone in requesting an antiemetic for the ‘stomach bug’ you thought you had picked up from a mission in Seoul. While the doctor had started the paperwork to have you transferred to administrative and desk duties, you asked for a short hold so that you could inform Gabriel of the information before the temporary transfer landed on his desk. That was yesterday.

Today you had taken a day of personal time and ventured into Geneva; picking up items for tonight’s special surprise for the man. Groceries for dinner, a pregnancy test, as well as a gift box and a special surprise you had stumbled upon on your way back to the headquarters. Reluctantly you pulled your hands away from the bulge that was beginning to distend from your lower stomach and ran them over the wrapped gift box. You had chosen to encase the surprise in his favorite colors; black wrapping paper, silver ribbons and a giant deep purple bow placed at the top right hand corner of the box. Was it a bit overdramatic? Maybe. But so were they and any good news deserved to be celebrated in a grandiose way. Especially this.

Glancing at your phone you stared at the numbers that blinked back at you. 4:12 PM. Nodding your head you rolled up the sleeves of your blouse as you began the prep work for the dinner.


“Ah! Gabe? Stop stop stop! Don’t move!”

You hurriedly picked up the bowl of hand tossed salad and placed it on the table next to the feta and spinach crusted salmon, turning on the heel of your foot and jogging towards the door. You couldn’t hide the giddy grin that spread across your face as you caught sight of Gabriel, the man sniffing the air slightly, brow furrowed. Stopping in front of him, you watched the expression on his face change as he caught sight of you, his mildly confused look shifting into a small, surprised smile. You had decided to spruce up your appearance while the salmon cooked; you had changed into a soft pink midi dress, an apron still tied loosely around your waist. You had even applied a bit of makeup, a sweep of gloss across your lips, eyeliner and mascara on your eyes, a naturally excited blush on your cheeks. Fishing your phone from the apron’s front pocket, you pulled it out and glanced at the time before giving a hearty nod. 5:46 PM.

“Good job”, you praised taking a half step forward and giggling softly when Gabriel opened his arms up for you.

You moved into his embrace, humming happily as you were enveloped by his warmth, your arms wrapping tight around him. It felt like you were practically buzzing with excitement, Gabriel dipping his head down and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He still smelt like his cologne from this morning, dressed in his dark slacks and hoodie, the beanie pulled down over his head of loose curls.

“Dressed up and dinner”, Gabe murmured against the top of your head pulling back just enough so he could look down at you. Your heart melted as his eyes connected with yours, a tender sweetness in his gaze as he stared at you. These were the moments that you absolutely adored; the way the Gabe could look at you and make it feel like you were the center of the universe, mirthful warmth filling you from the top of your head to the soles of your feet, every part of you feeling completely enraptured by him. He would be such a good father. That thought made even more butterflies fill your insides. “What’s the occasion, cariño?”

“I have a surprise for you”, you practically hummed, standing on your tiptoes and placing a soft kiss against his jawline. Pulling away from his arms, you gently laced your hands with his and pulled Gabe further into the apartment. “Ta-da! My specialty salmon and freshly tossed salad. But surprise first!”

Glancing over your shoulder you watched Gabe’s brows shoot up in surprise before the dark skinned man’s expression morphed into one of pure adoration and curiosity. Walking in front of him, you moved to the other side of the dining room table and pulled out your chair for him. You waited until he was sitting to slide the black wrapped gift in front of him, your face burning darker as your heart began to speed up. You gnawed slightly on your bottom lip as he made a show of taking his time, his glance and smirk that he threw your way making that obvious. You pouted briefly before he assented, the soft, rich baritone of his chuckle sending shivers up and down your spine. Your hands laid against your lower abdomen again, whether to quell the explosion of butterflies or subconsciously touch where the true surprise laid, you didn’t know.

“A card”, Gabe questioned as he pulled off the lid, tissue paper hiding the other gifts that laid in wait. Your heart was thundering in your chest as you watched him pick up the handwritten card, the pregnancy test taped to the back of it. “Let’s see… ‘Owl bet you’ll be excited by this!’…really Y/N?”

“Keep reading!”

“So–oh my god–so have a hoot and rip the rest of this paper up”, Gabriel finished with a snicker, glancing at your blushing face from over the card. You motioned at the box, trying to contain your giddiness as he easily pulled the crinkling tissue paper away. “You really are something else querida…you know th—-”

It felt like your heart might burst as he finally tore through the black and purple tissue paper, his hands stilling as he looked from the gift back up to you and back. Your smile was practically splitting your face as you watched his reaction to the figurines you had purchased. He had only torn half the paper off, only revealing one of the finely sculpted and painted barn owls, the male. Gabriel’s love of owls was no secret to you, on missions he could name various species of the birds, securing dates at local sanctuaries and even having a picture of a snowy owl as the background to his cell phone. His hands quickly tore through the rest of the paper quickly, jaw going slack as he stared at the figurine you had given him. The base of the clay item was made to look like a three, the dips and hollows in the barks expertly sculpted and painted to look like an oak tree. Two adult barn owls stood on the left and right branch of the base; black eyes, tan and white feathered body and faces looking so lifelike that a slight nudge might make them take off. In between the adults sat one chick, feathers cream colored and fluffy, the clay baby bird somehow looking soft as its real world counterpart.

“You like it”, you questioned only to squeak as Gabe’s arms wrapped around your center, yanking you into his lap. He was grinning as he pressed multiple kisses against the back of your head and side of your cheek. You giggled breathily, arms resting over his as he nuzzled into the back of your neck, hand moving into the scraps of discarded paper and finding the small stick that had accidentally been tossed to the side.

“I love it”, Gabriel stated quickly, honestly, one of his hands lifting up and gently stroking the case. He was clearly enthralled by the statue, but with this one last piece it would pull the rest of this together.

“I…I have one last thing for you”, you stated quickly, the words tumbling out of your lips quickly. You grabbed his hand with your empty one before dropping the pregnancy test in his hand. He lifted it so that he could see it over your shoulder, freezing perfectly still as his eyes read the small digital display. Giddiness welled up in your chest as you felt him begin to turn you in his lap, his eyes meeting yours as you tried to resist the quiver that wanted to take over your vocal chords. “Surprise!”

“En serio”, he asked, voice breathless, dark eyes shimmering with unshed tears. You nodded, your own eyes prickling as tears threatened to fall from your own eyes, dipping your head forward to press against his.

He was shaking, his lips crashing into yours as emotions overcame him, his arms wrapping around you bruisingly tight before quickly releasing you, his hands moving to your abdomen. He pulled away from your lips, a few tears rolling down his cheeks as he stared and touched your stomach, thumbs moving in slow circles near your belly button. Your hands lifted to his cheeks, pushing his tears away as you nuzzled against him. Children were dreamy talk to the both of you, neither one of you genuinely knowing if you could get pregnant. The both of you had been exposed to acrid, volatile chemicals, various physical injuries and even slight radiation. Combined with Gabriel’s genetic modifications through SEP, there were so many unknowns that could possibly prevent it and yet…

“How many weeks”, Gabriel asked when he found his voice again, the rich baritone thick with emotion. His large hands still rested against your middle, the warmth of his skin easily bleeding through the fabric of the apron and dress.   

“Seven weeks”, you answered instantly, giving a watery giggle as his eyes lifted up to you in shock. You could see another question forming in his mind and answered it before he could ask. “I found out yesterday, the doc already has my paperwork ready to go…asked her to wait so I could surprise you with the news.”

Gabriel gave a slight bark of laughter as he leaned his head up and pressed a hard kiss to your lips once more.

“Best fucking surprise ever.”

Birthday

Terribly sorry I haven’t written something for you guys in a while! Unfortunately, I hit a stump in my life and my motivation to write was a bit…off. But I hope you enjoy this!

Please let me know if there are any grammatical errors so I can fix them and make the story more immersive. I also welcome feeback, opinions, and ideas, so please feel free to message me, send an ask, or send a suggestion! Thank you! (Also, after a few questions, Iuop is not a gem from any TV shows! They are their own species! But I would like to leave their appearance to your imagination!)

Enjoy!

(By the way, their name is pronouced ee-oh-p.)

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• In all of their years of serving their Perud, their beloved ruler, they would never have thought themselves to be the ambassador, nor to be living on a death-planet with humans. •

The smaller infant male was tugging on Iuop’s hand as soon as they entered the house. It - or, as the humans preferred, “he” - seemed to completely ignore the warning Iuop had given his family (which was to not touch their surface), as well as the report they had written to their superior that they just barely grabbed before it could fall to the ground.

Iuop would have glared if it wasn’t so much of a human thing to do.

• Humans were disgusting, hideous creatures, that would surely become extinct in a few decades. It was absolutely amazing they had any form of advanced science and civilization at all. •

“I have told you not to touch my surface.” Iuop pulled their hand away, in a less rude way so as not to ‘harm’ the human. “What is it you want?”

“We’ve been waiting for you!” He shouted in his small infant voice. Iuop never quite understood why humans could never choose a volume and tone and keep it. “Come on! I wanna blow out my candles.”

In the most dense manner Iuop had ever witnessed, the human replaced it’s small, greasy hand upon their index and ring finger and began dragging them into the room where they ate.

“Waiting? What time-wasting activity do you people want me to-”

Iuop went silent.

• The only good things that came out of humans - well, no one would admit it, but… •

“Ah! There they are!” The adult male, the smaller’s producer, exclaimed in relief.

The room was decorated in colorful papers, some tied together spelling - ah, what was that word? Iuop’s English wasn’t amazing; perhaps ‘happy’ - ‘Happy Boothday’. Attached to the chair the child quickly sat in were two floating circular fabrics. Iuop wondered if the objects floated like the sky machines did.

“What…is this?” Iuop asked slowly, for fear of another daft human answer. They glared into the adult male’s eyes.

He raised one strip of hair above his eye higher than the other - a sign that Iuop couldn’t quite dechiper yet. “It’s a birthday party, of course.” Then, in a lower and heavier tone that startled Iuop, “You…know what a birthday is, don’t you?”

“Ah! I’ve got it! I’ve got it!” The adult female - the child’s other producer, why does it need two? - interrupted Iuop’s reply and dashed into the room, with quivering arms as she carried a large…rectangle. It was covered in a red pattern around the edge, with an image of the child and his animal companion in the center. Atop the image were the words Iuop kept seeing - ‘Happy Boo-’…erm, wait - 'Happy Birthday’.

“Honey, please, you’ll drop the cake.” The adult male chuckled, stepping forward to help the female lower the shape onto the flat wooden surface. The two set it in front of the child, whose eyes sparkled like a freshly cut diamond. He spread his mouth to display his small bones - a motion that, yet again, Iuop did not understand.

'Cake? Birthday?’ Iuop knew that humans were ridiculously confusing, but they’d handled it well thus far. Now they were feeling quite lost.

“Everyone! Cake time!” The female called into the house. Iuop listened in curiousity and fear as voices appeared and footsteps echoed. Suddenly, the small room was filling up with other humans. Iuop had to retreat into the corner to avoid being touched.

Then, the chatter of over a dozen humans was continued- although quieter - as the light in the room clicked off, and after a few intimidating moments, small specks of fire came to life on the rectangle. They illuminated the child’s face, as well as the human faces nearby. The red-orange glow shined weakly on Iuop’s pink surface, turning it a deep shade of orange.

They gazed at their surface in wonder; what a sight! They would have never suspected that light could dye!

“Quite home-y, isn’t it?” Iuop looked up and found themselves next to the adult male of the house. “Fire light is one of the wonders of the world in my opinion.”

“Fire light…you light your objects on fire?” Iuop’s voice was smaller than they wanted it to be.

“Well, yes.” The male watched the child shift in his seat. “Tell me, Iuop, you don’t know what a birthday is, do you?”

“I do not…”

“It’s when we celebrate the day we were born. Not just when humanity was made, no, we don’t know that. The day we as individuals were brought to life.” The tips of his mouth rose slightly, making him look calm and peaceful. “We use these days to signify how long we’ve been alive. They are also tradition, and we give the person gifts and trinkets to celebrate.”

“You…You…celebrate the years you haven’t died in?” Iuop asked in horror. “That’s the most depressing thing I’ve heard about humans.”

The male blinked. Then he laughed - a sound indicating joy. “I guess when you put it like that, it is kind of weird, huh? But that’s not the main reason. I believe the biggest reason for birthdays is to celebrate our own humanity.

“I mean, what’s truly special or important or symbolic about the day you came to life? Perhaps it’s important to yourself, but to others? No one should care. But we do. We congratulate each other on another year of growing, learning, and changing. No one is really the exact same person two years in a row. We all change in some way, and really the ability to adapt and grow is another factor of what makes us all human. So yeah, we like to celebrate another year of being human.”

Iuop couldn’t think of a reply. Their whole perspective had suddenly and irreversibly changed - they wanted to say the room was spinning, but it was instead completely still. They watched in silence as the whole room began giggling and chanting:

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Teddie, happy birthday to you!”

All of the humans started clapping and cheering as the child - Teddie - puffed out a gust of air that doused the fires. There was more happy talking until one of the older children shouted, “What’d ya wish for Teddie?!”

Teddie giggled. “I wished that we could all be together forever!”

Everyone made an expressive noise and murmured, “How cute…” or “Such a sweetheart…” After that, they all collectively turned towards the meal-preparing room, laughing and chatting once again.

Iuop glanced towards the male next to him only to find him following the group. “Wait!” They shouted.

The male turned. “Yes Iuop? What can I do for you?”

“I…” Iuop clenched their hand, then unclenched it. “Would you remind me of your name?”

His eyes twinkled. “It’s Dr. Elliot Allen. But you may call me Elliot, or Eli if you prefer, I don’t mind. My wife’s name is Isla, and our son’s is Teddie. Do you want to meet everyone else in the distant family? They’ve all been talking about you and have wanted to say something, but we asked them not to talk with you for your sake. We can remove that rule if you’d like.”

Iuop took a deep breath, then, with a quick look into the room containing the smiling humans, they found themselves mimicing the male - Elliot’s mouth motion. Somehow it made them happy.

“Yes. I’d be delighted.”

Dr. Elliot repeated the happy motion. “Then follow me.”

The two walked down the hallway for a second in silence until, just before they entered the room, Dr. Elliot asked, “Iuop, may I ask you a personal question?”

“I suppose.”

“What exactly are you made of? I mean, it’s a gem of course, but what kind? Do you know?”

“Oh…I’m made of…ah, in English, I think it’s called 'kunzite’. The people from my sector are all made of pink gems. My generation was all kunzite gems.”

“Your sector?”

“Yes, all of my species is sorted into different sectors on our planet based on what color they are. I am from Sector…oh. Actually, the name doesn’t translate into English at all.”

“Does your planet have a form of leadership? Are certain sectors favored over others?”

“Well, each sector has its best qualites and its worst. My sector is best in…”

For the rest of the evening, though they wanted to meet the other humans, Dr. Elliot and Iuop discussed their planets. And it was some of the most best conversation Iuop had ever been in - completely worth the scolding from their superior after not turning in their report. But it was alright; they had some changes in the opinion of humans to make anyway…

• The best thing to come out of humanity is definitely their capability to share the traits and spirit of being 'human’. It’s what has made them some of the best allies for emotional planets, and it’s what has made them one of the best planets so far discovered. •

Exo’s reaction to you flinching during an argument

Request:  hi i was hoping i could get exo’s and got7’s reactions to their s/o flinching during a fight due to a rather unpleasant past relationship?? (they thought they were gonna get hurt) (also i hope this doesn’t break the rules for requests!!)

*TRIGGER WARNING: Harmful Past relationship. Exo in no way harm you. 

Minseok/Xiumin

This was your first real argument after he came back from tour in Hong Kong and you were beginning to doubt if you could handle his absence for so long. “Minseok, I come back to an empty house, empty bed, for months. You have the boys, the fans.” Minseok subconsciously steps towards you, his voice rising momentarily before you flinch quickly. He would freeze and feel his heart break, all arguments forgotten as he cautiously opens his arms for you. You’d run into his hug immediately and feel his hands soothingly rubbing your back, kissing the side of your head. Hours would pass as you both sat down and talked it out, past and future, promising to be there for each other. 

“Not all my relationships were as happy and loving as you Minseok…but I do love you”

“I would Never touch you like that. Ever.

Originally posted by katherine8595

Junmyeon/Suho

Junmyeon would come back to you after a very hard day of almost everything going wrong at SM. As he walked in late you jokingly complained “Junmyeon I can’t believe you made me wait longer for dinner” and he looked up at you frustrated, snapping “Look if I’m really that much of a burden, you should eat alone” before shame crashed through him at his words and your small step back. Junmyeon would immediately slowly approach you, hands up as his eyes filled, sighing in relief when you tucked your head into the crook of his neck and breathing your scent shakily in. He’d apologise in the softest voice, explaining his troublesome day but not excusing his treatment of you before you’d frame his face, showing your forgiveness.

“Junmyeon, you are not a burden. To me or anyone.”

“I’m so sorry jagi, I shouldn’t have snapped, I appreciate you completely.”

Originally posted by daenso

Yixing/Lay

Yixing and you rarely argued as you both trusted each other’s decisions and choices however it was the last straw for you when Yixing yet again pushed himself impossibly far and fainted. You’d plead with him “Baobei, please have a break, lighten your load! I cant take watching you get weaker!” but all Yixing could think of was the expectations of all those who supported him and his own determination. He would gesture to the side emotively as he argued back watching your eyes flicker to his hand and close. Sorrow filled him at your past, rushing to gather you up against his warm chest as his familiar voice calmly soothed and comforted you. Sitting you down and brushing your tears away, he swore he would watch his health.

“I never want you to feel like that again y/n. I will always be here for you.”

Originally posted by killeryixing


Baekhyun

Baekhyun being the cheerful, playful man he is would rarely have reason to argue with you but he can’t always be happy. It would be a day where he wakes up tired, too tired to put that warm smile on his face and you’d be aware of the sudden shift. Being 6 month into this relationship you’d be clueless on how to help, trying to make him laugh or cuddle him which would only cause him to groan “Can you just leave me alone for now.” as he began to push you aside with his long hands, making you curl into yourself. His usually bright eyes would widen at the sight and he would tentatively stroke over your back, speaking in hushed tones to relax you. He’d hold you on his lap for a long time as both of you find quiet contentment in one another.

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Jongdae/Chen

Jongdae is the member who always looks out for the others, and tries to look after them to his best ability. Walking in on a brewing argument between Jongdae and Junmyeon, you’d quickly step forward to break it up before something was said that would escalate the situation. Jongdae would shake your hand off his broad shoulder, frustrated and trying to get across how he felt a little taken for granted before Junmyeon took him by the shoulders to turn him towards you, looking down with your shoulders shaking. Junmyeon would quietly leave as Jongdae would realise how he had taken you for granted, repeating all the things he loved about you as he held your hands, smiling that unique grin that made your heart melt.

“I’m an idiot jagya, You’re always just trying to help. Thank you.” 

Originally posted by lullabyun

Chanyeol

You hadn’t meant to delete the track. Chanyeol always let you mess around and compose your own songs on his laptop, almost communicating with each other through music. Your finger had slipped and when Chanyeol came home and found out, he groaned loudly into his hands and berated you. When you told him what track it was, he stood up fast “The title track. You deleted the title track.”. You knew he hadn’t meant to but his height, usually endearing and clumsy, was intimidating when standing so fast, reminding you of your past. Lowering your head with your hands clenched you would feel his arms envelop you; murmuring into your hair how he’d just make another, that maybe you’d like help compose it.

“Please don’t feel intimidated jagiya, Let’d have some hot chocolate, then we can start our song.”

Originally posted by porkdo-bi


Kyungsoo

Kyungsoo is another who wouldn’t argue often, being very self aware and introspective. However when he told you of the news of his new romantic drama and the possibility of a heated scene, you were happy for him but couldn’t help that insecurity that welled up. You’d quietly say “Please don’t… what if she’s perfect for you”.Kyungsoo would bring his large hand up to bring you into him to reassure you but seeing you back away quickly at his hand cause his face to fall, his heart to fill as he held up his hands to wait for when you were ready to be held by him. Seeing each other’s misunderstanding would bring you into a long hug, his hands smoothing down your waist gently. 

“You are the only one I’d imagine. I promise you that.”

Originally posted by kyungsuhos


Jongin/Kai

Jongin would be frustrated at how reluctant you were to go public. He would perfectly understand your cautiousness and apprehension but when he sat you down with a picnic and ask softly again you could only softly refuse. You’d feel awful but the thought of all the cameras, the invasion of privacy, you just couldn’t. Dragging his rich brown hair back in confusion, he replied sharply “It’s not about that, its about showing the world it’s you I love, in order for us to move forward!”. Hearing only his sharp tone, you’d drop your head, leaning away before his soft hands tilted your face gently up to look into his calm brown eyes, his small cheek dimple on display as he smiled reassuringly at you.

“Okay y/n we’ll do this on your time, I’ll wait with you.”

Originally posted by k-pop-crazy


Sehun

This argument happened after Sehun noticed how much you liked to hang out with his hyungs. He trusted you and them completely, he knew how much you loved him just as you knew how much he loved him. The issue was that you would tease him about being younger, being the maknae with them. So today he would snap, angrily telling you “If i’m so young, such a baby, why’re you even here. I’m 23.” You’d avoid his eyes, immediately making yourself smaller. Sehun would instantly curse himself at his temper, sitting down and coaxing you to cuddle him on the sofa. You understood where his annoyance came from and promised him he was very much someone you respected and loved. 

“I mean, I admit I can be childish…but not all the time…”

“You’re the most loyal, caring and genuine man i know Sehun.”

Originally posted by r-velvets

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Admin C- I hope this is what you wanted Anonnie! ! It’s certainly more angsty but I feel all the members would be comforting in their own ways.  If you liked this please feel free to come request more.

Justin foley

Song: rockabye by clean bandit (it helps more if you listen to an acoustic or slow version)

I stroked Justin’s hair as he laid his head on my stomach and cried softly. I loved comforting him, he used to hate coming to me thinking he was a burden but now I was the first person he turned to. His breath slowed down and the tears stopped as I continued to play with his hair.

“Remember the first time we met?” He smiled. I hummed a yes in response.

“Can you do that again?” He whispered. I smiled softly as I thought about the first time we had met.

I walked out of class to grab a notebook I had left in my locker. Suddenly I passed the boys locker room and heard someone crying and breathing heavily. I debated on whether I should go in or not. What if someone was changing? But what if they where hurt and needed help. That made me forget all the possibilities and walk in without hesitation. I came to view with someone sitting on one of the benches hunched over so there back was to me, they where wearing the familiar light blue basketball school jersey. I recognized the person, Justin foley, I had him in a few classes but we never really talked. He was crying and breathing heavily. I quickly walked up to him and kneeled down besides him.

“Are you okay?” I spoke softly making sure not to startle him.

“Panic attack.” He quickly answered as he struggled to calm his breathing. It didn’t seem to help I grabbed his hand gently, I had seen this happen to my younger sister plenty of times so it didn’t feel weird helping him. I didn’t realize it until he was holding my hand back that I had laced our fingers together.

"It’ll be alright, it’s just a panic attack, just breath.” I reassured him. He continued to breath heavily. Usually when my sister couldn’t stop I could only stop it one other way.

"Um this is how I usually calm my sister okay.” I spoke softly as I drew shapes on his arm. I started singing rockabye by clean bandit.

"Oh love no ones ever gonna hurt you love.” I sang, my soft voice filling up the empty locker room. I was so focused on singing that I didn’t notice Justin was now calm. When I finished the song his watery red eyes where on me observing me. He wiped his tear stained cheeks as a calm expression took over his face.

“Thank you.” He whispered. I nodded as I was walking away but then I felt his hand grab my hand and push me back.

"Where are you going.” He frowned. I didn’t need him to get another panic attack so I decided to stay with him. After that we became friends. He told me why he had been crying and how that had caused his panic attack. From then on I always comforted him when something happened at home. After a while we started dating.

I finished singing the song as I looked down at Justin. Snores escaped from the small smile he was displaying, he had fallen asleep. I turned off the light as I cuddled into him.

Originally posted by du-dreckstuck

I thought I lost you // SHAWN MENDES

Overview: Y/n is in a car accident and Shawn leaves one of his concerts to be with her.

Requested: nope


I tried peeling my eyes open but the harsh light made them snap shut again. Groaning, pain traveled up my body as I tried to move to a more comfortable position.

“Shh, stay still. You’re in a lot of pain,” A soft voice told me, gently moving my blankets back over me from when they fell previously. Finally being able to open my eyes I looked around the room I was in.

“Where am I?” I asked, voice scratchy. The room was small and completely white. A machine beeped near my head but it hurt to move to look at it.

“You’re in hospital,” a nurse tells me, looking up from the clipboard to meet my eyes. “You we’re in a serious car accident but you’re stable now.” She pushes her glasses up from where they were sliding down her nose. Her dark hair was tied back in a bun and she looked a few years older then what I was.

“Okay,” I murmur, my gaze moving to the small, fourth story window displaying the park down below. My head felt as though I had been hit by a truck, ironic as I was in a car accident, and my body felt like mush when I tried to move it.

“You woke up just in time for you to receive more pain killers, you’ll be getting them around every 4 hours. Dr Samaro will be in later this evening also to check in just to make sure everything’s okay after the surgery.” She tells me, putting a fluid into the drip connected to me.

“I had surgery?” I asked dazed, the information taking a while to process.

“You had a couple shattered ribs, one of the bones was pressing into your lungs which nearly ruptured it so we had to operate to fix it. You also suffered from a mild concussion and also a small fracture in your left knee,”

“Wow,” my mind was blank and all I wanted to do was sleep.

“Your family has arrived, but right now I’m going to give you a medication that will help you sleep as you must be in a lot of pain,”

I nod my head, letting out a little “Mmh,” in agreement before sleep pulls me under.

Quiet chatter brings me out of the haze I was in. The room is darker than what it was before, creating faint shadows from the light against the faces of the two people who stand beside my bed.

“Y/n,” A women closet to me says, smiling at me softly. “I’m Dr Samaro, I operated on you this morning. I’m here to check how you’re feeling?”

“Alright I guess, the pain killers are working,” I chuckle slightly but think better of it when my ribs protest in pain.

“That’s good. All seems fine after the surgery, no internal bleeding or infections yet. They’re going to bring dinner round in half an hour and I advise that you eat in small mouthfuls okay?” I can detect a slight British accent when she speaks.

“Cool,” I say tiredly, looking up at her.

“There’s also someone here to see you in the waiting room, you can see them if you would like too?”

“Yes please,” I say, immediately perking up.

She nods and turns away, the nurse following swift behind her, the door shutting on her way out.

A minute later it reopens.

“Y/n, shit, Y/n,” Shawn appears, rushing over to my bed, grabbing my hand in his warm ones. “What did you do to yourself, huh?’ he kisses my forehead gently before kneeling down to be eye level with me.

“I’m fine,” I say, voice still raspy. His brown eyes lock with mine, filled with concern and fear for what could have happened. “It’s okay Shawn, I’m here,”

Tears well in his eyes and he brings my hand up to kiss my knuckles. “You scared the shit out of me! I was on stage then suddenly Andrew pulled me off to the side to tell me that you’d been in a car accident, critical condition, and quite possibly could die,”

My breathe falters. “Die?” I question, my voice just above a whisper.

“I left the arena immediately and booked a flight from Los Angeles to Toronto and I’ve been in the waiting room ever since. I got here a little before you first woke up but they wanted you to rest a bit more. Andrew got here a couple hours ago and mum and dad are coming in the morning with Aaliyah,”

I wipe away a tear that’s making its way down his cheek.

“God, I so thought that this was it. I thought I lost you,” more tears spill from him causing my own eyes to water.

“You didn’t loose me,” I attempt to say strongly but my voice tremors.

Shawn smiles, trying to pull himself together. “It just scared me, thinking that you could just be here one day and the next gone,”

“I know baby but you can’t think like that,” I say softly, my thumb stroking his hand.

“I’m sorry, I’m a mess,” he chuckles. “You’re the one in pain and I’m acting like this,”

“It just shows you care,” I say trying not to laugh as it hurts my ribs.

“As soon as I heard I was running, I was like lightning,” He says, proud at how fast he got here, making me grin.

“I bet you were,”

“Or the flash,” he has a thoughtful expression for a second. “I’m defiantly the flash,”

Originally posted by griersnash

Questionable love.

Word count: 1.256

Requested: Yes.

Warnings: Angst before the fluff.


It was everywhere; on Twitter, on Instagram and even on your Facebook dashboard. When your eyes first landed on those unpleasant pictures, you felt utterly confused. You rushed to check the date. Maybe they could be last year’s and not recent. But the date was stating otherwise and your insides turned. It couldn’t be true. You and Harry’s relationship was something completely refreshing for the both of you and your happy faces never gave away that there were problems between the two of you. The fact that it was a secret one never really bothered you. Harry had recommended going public but your doubts were understood by him and he never pressured more.

Maybe you had it wrong. Maybe you were not Harry’s number one anymore. Because if you were, those pictures of him wouldn’t exist in the first place. The next thing you felt, was devastation. You knew your decision to keep your relationship a secret would be appreciated but in the end, Harry would not be able to keep doing it. But you thought you knew him. You thought he would come to you and express his thoughts about this and he wouldn’t go behind your back and do what he did. He wouldn’t go behind your back and hold hands with Kendall.

Going up to pack your bags and maybe leave a note behind for Harry to find, was a thought that passed your mind but you were not like that. You wanted to confront him. You wanted to deal with the situation and listen to what he had to tell you about this. You wouldn’t run away. And this is what you did. You waited for Harry to come home and then you could let all your thoughts and frustration out. What you hadn’t planned though, was for your tears to start running down your cheeks like a waterfall. You quietly promised you wouldn’t allow yourself to cry in front of Harry. You didn’t want to show him what his actions did to you, even though it would teach him a hell of a lesson.

After one more hour, you were curled up in your blanket and you heard the bedroom door open. He was here. He was home. The time had come. Suddenly, you knew that something was off because he didn’t greet you with a kiss; heck he didn’t even look in your eyes. You knew he knew he was in big trouble and he knew you knew it too. Not bearing the deafening silence anymore, you decided to speak up first.

“Got anything to tell me?”, you said sternly.

“Y/N-“, he said, hating the tone of your voice. He hated making you upset; he hated making you feel small and he definitely hated it when it was all his fault.

“Keep this in mind: Don’t think about lying to me. Not even for a split second”, you warned and you wished he got the hint.

“Baby, I would never lie to yeh. I am determined to talk to yeh about everythin’ that happened”, he said and you felt a bit better but the bitter feelings were still present.

“You can begin then”, you stated and sat up straight. You really wanted to hear what he had to tell you. You were never one to go down without a fight and surely you were never one who wouldn’t listen to both sides of one story.

“What yeh saw on the social media, is somethin’ terribly made up. I would never do such a thing to us. Yeh should know that by now. Jeff thought that if I appeared with Kendall, that would boost our popularity and percentages. It has nothin’ to do with yeh and it surely has nothin’ to do with us. It is just a publicity stunt. Which will end soon”, he started, and you listened. You knew how these things worked. But what still bothered you was the fact that Harry never informed you.

“Okay. I understand that. But what I can’t let sink in just yet, is why you never mentioned something to me. Instead, you left me here, to find out about this through some nasty photographs and thinking what I did wrong. Why?”, you said and you tried to calm your spilling tears.

“No baby. Yeh have to believe meh. I admit that I should have let yeh know about this but it had nothin’ to do with yeh. I beg of yeh to believe meh”, he said and he seemed truthful. Maybe you had gone too far. But what would he do if he was in your shoes? You were so flooded with thoughts. Maybe some were unnecessary but they kept coming.

“Harry, I want you to feel comfortable around me about anything. I can’t go on and be updated about what’s happening to you via social media. That is what your fans do and I am your girlfriend. That is what makes me different”, you said and looked at your hands. It felt good to let all your thinking out because you were feeling like you would burst.

“Y/N, trust meh. Yeh are the most important thing to meh. And I already feel like shit fo’ not tellin’ yeh. But it won’t happen again. And this fake promotional stuff is about to be ended right now”, he said, kissing your knuckles and fetching his cell phone.

“Harry, what are you doing?”, you asked and you got your answer a minute later.

“Yes? Jeff? This is Harry. Look, I am afraid I can’t be seen with Kendall anymore. I think I have someone else in mind”, he said looking towards your direction and making you raise your eyebrows.

“Ok, see yeh tomorrow.”, then it hit you. He had mentioned something about your relationship. Did he really do that just now?

“Harry, are you serious?”, you said, trying to hide the small smile being displayed on your lips.

“Well, people need to know I am taken. What do yeh say?”, was he really asking you to go public? Yes, he was. But what you could only focus on, was the shine on his bright eyes which told you that he loved you and he wished to show the world you were his and he was yours.

“Yes. Ok. I am in”, you said and Harry instantly planted his lips on yours. It was a big step for you, since you knew what would follow but you had the hope and the certainty that Harry would make it feel more than right.

“Harry, what will happen if your fans don’t like me? I mean I am no model or actress and I feel li-“, Harry’s index finger shushed you.

“Nonsense. They will love yeh like I do. Okay maybe less than meh”, he said and cuddled you close to his chest. You couldn’t help but giggle and snuggle up closer to him.

“Is that so? I think I am flattered”, you contemplated and he pretended to be shocked.

“Do yeh doubt meh confession?”, he said and started tickling you. Loud laughter escaped your lips and you wanted nothing more than to get out of his grip.

“Ok ok I don’t!” you shouted and he stopped. Instead, he hugged you again and started stroking your arm, while kissing you and making sure you wouldn’t question his love for him.

“I swear Y/N, I will never give yeh the chance to doubt meh love”, you heard Harry say and you smiled through his shirt,

“You better don’t”.


Another completed request! I want to deeply thank all of you who request things and give me the opportunity to write more. Also, thank you for liking my work and being patient with me. Requests are still open and I would be glad if I hear from you. Stay lovely people!

anonymous asked:

Nathalie and Chat Noir "Are you always this quiet?"

He stalked back and forth across the foyer, his heavy boots echoing against the marble flooring. His baton was clenched between his fingers, obviously ready to be on the defensive. 

“As I have said before this really is unnecessary.” 

The hero glared at her, then resumed his agitated pacing. 

Nathalie pursed her lips in a small display of irritation. She really did have more important things to be doing than cowering like some damsel in her employer’s front hallway. This was hardly the first time she had earned the wrath of a disgruntled Gabriel employee- or in this case potential employee. She certainly so no need to stress over the situation simply because this one had been granted temporary super powers. 

“What happened?” Chat Noir ask, his eye still dutifully scanning between the various points of entry.

“Pardon?”

“The akuma. Why is it targeting you?” 

Nathalie blinked. “I can only assume due to lacking sense of personal responsibility.” 

“What?” the hero finally looked at her with a puzzled frown. 

“I denied him a job,” Nathalie stated bluntly.

The boy’s brow furrowed his lips curling in a thoughtful pout. “Was he qualified?”

Nathalie smirked. “I doubt anyone who has an emotional meltdown from a simple failed job interview is qualified to work directly under Gabriel Agreste.” 

“You may have a point,” he muttered. He flipped open a com screen on his weapon,  pressed a few buttons and frowned before returning back to his vigilant guard duty. 

Nathalie studied the hero, seeing as how she had nothing better to do given that her tablet was in her office and the boy had made it exceedingly clear that she was not to leave his line of sight. Given that she had seen footage of the teen heroes literally toppling national monuments she didn’t feel it was worth arguing over it. 

He was younger than she would have thought, and was surprised that she had never picked up on that from the footage. Maybe 16 at most? He carried himself with authority, seemingly relatively nonplussed by his current surroundings, meaning he probably came from money himself. Of course that may just come from the security of having superpowers. 

He was more sullen than she would have imagined too. In the last 3 months since Ladybug and Chat Noir had arrived on the scene in Paris she had watched more than her fair share of new reports on the power couple. Both Gabriel and Adrien seemed to follow their exploits religiously, a strange nerdy hobby they could possibly bond over if they ever communicated for more than 5 minutes a day. Chat Noir had always seemed to be the more outgoing of the two. All smiles and jokes and self-assurance. Perhaps it was a show for the cameras. 

“Are you always this quiet?” she asked. 

“What?” he whirled around, eyes wide with the same expression of teen aged guilt that Adrien used to have when she would catch him trying to climb out the window. 

She didn’t repeat the question. He had obviously heard her. Instead she just raised on eyebrow slightly and waiting. 

He turned away, hopping nervously from foot to foot. “Just focused on the job Miss,” he said, his voice dropping about a half octave in pitch. 

Odd, but Nathalie figured she might as well try to take advantage of this unexpected sign of weakness. 

“While I appreciate your help, I really don’t see what the harm is in my returning to my office.” 

“No!” he said, his voice returning to it’s usual timbre as he tensed in irritation. “You are going to stay here where I can protect you. That office is a bottleneck, it’s too risky.” 

Nathalie gave him her most intimidating stare. “Listen, young man, I can assue you that-” 

“I am not losing anyone else!” he yelled whirling on her again, his brilliant green eyes blazing with a defiant expression that she knew almost as well as her own name. One that she normally associated with a much more familiar set of eyes in a different shade of green. 

Her expression didn’t change as she mentally catalogued all the facts at her disposal. 

It made sense, it a horribly tragic sort of way. 

She knew that she would need to process this more fully later, probably with a bottle of wine, but right now she needed to make a decision, one that she wouldn’t be able to take back if she chose wrong. 

She adjusted her glasses, forcing herself to give him the tight smile that she normally reserved for particularly irritating clients who it’s simply easier to humor. It was a look he would know well. 

“Whatever you think is best, Mr. Noir,” she said flatly, holding his gaze with practiced indifference. 

He visibly relaxed turning back to the door to wait for the coming enemy. When a few moments had passed and he hadn’t tried to steal so much as a glace behind her she finally allowed her expression to drop, her mind racing with a million questions. 

What on earth was she supposed to do now?


4 word prompt drabbles. Not taking new ones just finishing the ones I have now. 

lovegoodz  asked:

lala my babe what are your unpopular opinions about the harry potter fandom?

omg. what aren’t they? nina, you know the right questions to ask. i’m literally so salty about everything in the books. tbh this is gonna turn more into an anti jkr post so if anyone is sensitive about rowling hate, scroll down.

  • jkr is such a terrible “feminist” as she calls herself, because she treats her female characters so poorly.
  • cho is just basically treated like shit because she’s soft and gentle? like, way to be a hypocrite, rowling (she called lewis a sexist for his treatment of susan and hasn’t even read the books and she’s literally doing the same exact shit).
  • she didn’t bat an eyelash when lavender brown, a explicitly described as black, was whitewashed in the films, it’s not like she treated lavender any better as she killed lavender off in the battle of hogwarts but there you go.
  • she hated and mistreated pansy just because she’s a nasty slytherin girl, like, that’s a child, have her grow up, have her learn from her mistakes, have her develop, who the hell hurt you so much that you can’t give a girl like pansy a redemption arc???
  • tonks deserved so much better but the fuck with that incest shit with her crushing on her cousin (in a pottermore story)?? like, damn, guess i know now where cc came up with her incest obsession.
  • the patil twins are basically ignored by rowling. they’re kind of there for woc brownie points but rowling couldn’t even be bothered to confirm whether the twins died or not at the end of the battle of hogwarts.
  • hermione is literally the worst. i hate hermione so much. she’s just so annoying and so high and mighty and it’s like, fuck off, nobody cares.
  • in the entire series there are about 15 poc characters (angelina johnson, alicia spinnet, bane the centaur, blaise zabini, cho, dean, duncan inglebee, fred weasley ii, gweong jones, kingsley shacklebolt, lavender brown, lee jordan, padma and parvati patil, and roxanne) and only a handful of them even have speaking lines. there are a total of 772 characters. only 15 have been worth being mentioned as poc, even less than that even have speaking roles. gonna let that speak for itself.
  • rowling literally fucking apologized for snape’s death and i’m like, the death of a white supremacist parallel, bullying, prejudiced, narrow-minded man who fucking hated kids that he worked with and didn’t give a damn about the child of the woman that he was fucking obsessed over (do not give me that “but he was james’s son so snape wasn’t obligated to like harry” bullshit, snape could totally have had harry close to him as his last tie to lily and could have tried to protect harry as that would have been lily’s wish). i understand that it’s tradition to apologize for some death on the anniversary of the war or whatever but maybe you should apologize for deaths of characters that weren’t such assholes???
  • also, the fact that rowling could give such a shitty guy a redemption arc (that a lot of people in the fandom fawn over!!!) yet draco, a child, was mistreated and straight up hated by rowling just because he grew up in a bigoted, close-minded household and didn’t know any better and ended up in slytherin and only continued to follow voldemort out of fear for voldie and his father and he’s such a great and three-dimensional character yet rowling constantly hates him for ????? being a slytherin???
  • which, like, what the fuck is up with rowling and hating on slytherins?? she acts like they’re terrible people yet gave us some pretty complex characters coming out of that house and it’s like, if your intent was to make us hate slytherin just because you do, it didn’t work.
  • the goblins are heavily coded as jewish and just the fact that literally the only jewish rep in the entire series are a bunch of goblins that work in banks just blows. my. fucking. mind. wow. as if jewish people haven’t experienced enough antisemitism in europe as it is now they’re gross and greedy goblins. yup. rowling is great.
  • how is it that draco, a child who is so very obviously suffering from depression, is seen as evil and terrible because of his mental illness (because his depression is what makes him “go crazy” and paranoia is a punchline to rowling) yet everyone who had to spend 12 years in azkaban (who all happen to be her favorite characters) and had to go through a shit ton of terrible crap somehow come out perfect and unaffected. like, not only is that a gross display of ableism but an insane lack of understanding of anything psychological. and, sirius, the only person who even displayed a small amount of mental instability was killed off so. ableism.
  • i am so mad about dumbledore. what the fuck, rowling, what the fuck? rowling is nowhere near being an ally as literally her only hp books character (i’ll talk about fantastic beasts in a mo) that’s confirmed as gay was confirmed so several years later in an interview (as if rita skeeter wouldn’t have figured that shit out asap??) and he’s an evil dude because of the fact that he’s gay and rowling explains his rejection of his homosexuality as being asexual and like, that’s not how it fucking works, rowling. first, you can’t turn off your sexuality like that, and second, asexuality isn’t just what you call being celibate or whatever.
  • the fact that werewolves are supposed to represent hiv+ gays. oh. my. g o d. wha t  t h e  f u ck???? what the fuck is that? oh my g o d. i can’t even handle this. i’m going to the next bullet point because the homophobia is destroying my soul.
  • gonna continue with the homophobia with the fact that rowling has a gay character in fantastic beasts that’s a fucking piece of shit and a total abuser and oh, look at that, played by an abuser. and little miss “i don’t support aggressors” literally supported an abuser playing the character. like. oh my god. look, i never gave a rat’s patootie about johnny depp or amber heard before the abuse allegations came out but olivia benson taught me better than to veer on the side of the alleged abuser just because he’s famous and the victim is bisexual and settled the court case with money.
  • eurocentrism is a real thing and rowling just seems to love to show that off. how the fuck are you gonna tell me that in the entire world there would be 11 wizarding schools and 3 of them would be in europe?? you know what, how the fuck are you gonna tell me that europe itself would have only 3 schools??? do you not understand that europe, the home of nationalism, would have almost one school per fucking country?? do you not understand that most of the european countries turn their nose in the air to each other because they all think that they’re better than each other and that they wouldn’t all totally have their own schools??? maybe benelux would share their own school, the uk would share their own school (although don’t doubt that the scottish would say a big fuck you to england and block all of the non-scottish kids out of hogwarts and force the rest of the uk to make their own new school at some point), and a few other places would share but literally do not tell me that spain, who cannot stand france, would share a fucking school with the french. like, i know a lot of hp fans are american but xenophobia in europe is a big thing. racism isn’t as big a deal as xenophobia (racism still exists, but it’s not a big an issue as it is in the u.s. as europe is predominately white unlike the u.s. which is super mixed)
  • but, on to the other wizarding schools. don’t tell me that latin america would have one fucking school for all of latin america. like, do you not understand that latin america is a mix of spanish, indigenous, african, and asian with different forms of ancient practices and brujeria that wouldn’t mix well with each other??? brazil doesn’t even fucking speak spanish!!!!!! brazil, with it’s large ass population of portuguese-speakers would need their own school while the caribbean would need their own school (if not two, because don’t tell me that a school full of cubans, puerto ricans, and dominicans wouldn’t be fucking insane and need to be divided), mexico would probably need their own school, and central and south american would need at least two other schools. and that’s just latin america. you can imagine how many schools asia would need what with most of southeast asia not being able to share a school (china and north korea would definitely have their own schools, don’t fight me), south asia having completely different practices than southeast, and the middle east would have to divide several schools between each other. and africa would need several schools. and australians??? jk never even mentioned them if i remember correctly????
  • eurocentrism mixed in with cultural appropriation and straight up racism is what i call ilvermorny. how the fuck are you gonna tell me that white racists are gonna be okay with sending their kids over to a school of native american magic. no, actually, how the fuck are you gonna tell me that native americans are gonna be okay with sharing their magic? magic that is so sacred and has so many rules and isn’t some fucking fictional fantasy to actual native americans but is complete reality to them??? and they’re going to be totally okay with a bunch of white people (people who’s ancestors committed mass genocides full of native americans because they wanted fucking land and power and gold and gave no fucks for the real human beings that were the natives because they weren’t apparently civilized and therefor weren’t real human beings) coming and putting a school where sacred native magic is taught in boston of all places??? rowling, you didn’t even try to research this shit.
  • boston wouldn’t even be where the new england wizarding school would be in. it would be in fucking salem, massachusetts. fight me if you disagree but i will fight back so hard on that shit. midwest would have its own school. the south would have one. texas would have its own school because fuck texas, nobody wants them. and florida would have its own school because where the fuck are we in?? the south?? north cuba?? who fucking knows. and let’s not forget louisianna would have its own school and the african americans in the north would have their own school too and asians in the u.s.??? their own schools. and the native americans would have a shit ton of smaller schools because there are different tribes with different histories and some wouldn’t be able to share a school because of those differences like in asia.
  • and canada would have two schools because fuck you if you think that french canadians (read: quebec) would willingly share a school with english canadians and don’t tell me that canada wouldn’t have tried pushing everyone into one school where the question of “what about french-speakers? what about us catholics? we’re magicians but we’re still good french catholics and we’re sure as hell not practicing protestantism”. and actually, i’m wrong. it would be three schools as indigenous people in canada fucking exist.
  • i’m done with the school shit (not done but at least on this post). like, okay, tell me how the fuck fantastic beasts takes place in harlem yet even the fucking extras are a bunch of crackers? i’m sorry jk, i didn’t realize that the jazz age wasn’t led by black people and that harlem hasn’t been hsitorically black. thank you, a white english woman, for teaching me that. thank you very much.
  • how the fuck is it that we have native american-based magic being used and yet not one single fucking native american in the entire movie? tell me. i want a good ass explanation for that shit because so far the only one i’m thinking of is that rowling just supports cultural appropriation.
  • how the fuck is it that newt schammander is seen as an angel when he literally was the one to begin werewolf oppression? oppression of the people that are supposed to be hiv+ gays??
  • an abuse victim is literally turned into a fucking monster and then killed. i cannot fathom this shit.
  • the film is supposed to be a parallel to racism yet cracker cast.

i think i’m done for now. now excuse me as i go scream because i just can’t. fight me on anything but i swear to god i am pissed and i will not be kind. i am done with jk rowling’s horseshit. absolute horseshit.