so i heard you like yellow

i am holding hands with a girl at the pet store. i love how her voice changes when she speaks to different animals. round and bubbly for the angelfish, high and breathy for the calico kittens, sonorous and slithery for the python. she loves them all, even the great hairy tarantula that makes me cringe. 

i am holding hands with this girl whose halo of hair glows banana yellow under the heat lamps in the reptile section, who offers her index finger to teething kittens. she asks “can’t we have one?” in the voice she uses for only me. a voice i can’t describe without using her name, but i imagine joan of arc heard something similar the day she picked up a sword. she is still holding my hand, and i feel like i’d sink into cartoon quicksand if i let go. so i don’t.

“are you two… together?”

this is not unfamiliar, but the woman’s voice, the voice she has chosen, is angrily acidic. this woman has laced her tone with arsenic, without even a passive aggressive teaspoon of sugar to hide her poison. she inhales, puffing herself up like a frightened lizard before her final words. 

“there are children here, you know.” 

in the future, i think of a thousand things to say. we were children too. two girls holding hands after school. two girls holding hands at the movie theatre, two girls in a booth at tony’s pizza, two girls sharing awkward first kisses after two solo cups of wine in someone else’s backyard. two girls holding kittens at a pet store on a saturday afternoon. 

i know now that they see us through funhouse mirrors: distorted, disturbed, our monstrous bodies taking too much space, spoiling innocent spaces with our imposing sexualities. our innocence never ours to begin with.

even with this, there is nowhere i would rather be than holding hands with her in a pet store, with her voice like rain on a hot day, her peach lips blowing kisses for fish, her grip tightening as if to say “i dare you to take this away from me.”

it’s not about that i know how to do laundry. it’s that when i was four i knew how to fold clothes; small hands working alongside my mother, while my older brother sat and played with his toys. it’s that i know what kind of detergent works but my father guesses. it’s that in my freshman year of college i had a line of boys who needed me to show them how to use the machine. it’s that the first door they knocked on belonged to me. it’s that they expected me to know.

it’s not that i know how to cook. it’s that the biggest christmas present i got was a little plastic kitchenette i never used except to climb on. it’s that my brother used it more, his hands ghosting over pink buttons and yellow dials. it’s that when my work needs cake for a birthday, they turn to me. i get it from costco. i don’t even like cooking. a boy burns popcorn in the dorm microwave and laughs. a week later, i do the same thing, and he snorts at me, “just crossed you off my wife list.” it’s that i had heard something like this so many times before that i laughed, too.

it’s not that i don’t love being feminine. it’s that i came home with bruises from trying to be a trick rider on my bike and heard the word “tomboy,” felt my little mouth say, “but i’m not a boy, i’m a girl”. it’s that they laughed. it’s that until i was sitting in my pretty dress and smiling with a big pretty smile and blinking my big pretty eyes, i wasn’t given back the title “girl”. it’s that until i wore makeup and styled my hair i was bullied; it’s that when i don’t wear makeup i’m a slob, that my mental health diagnosis hangs on the hook of being dressed up. it’s that my therapist sees me returning to bright red lipstick and tells me i am looking happier and i have to explain that i am more sad than i have ever been. it’s that i dress myself in as many layers as i can every time i ride a train because it’s better to be laughed at than harassed. 

it’s not that i know how to clean, it’s that my brother’s chores were outside where i wanted to be, and mine were inside. it’s that i would have weeded the garden better than he did if they had just let me. it’s that i am put in charge of fixing other’s messes, expected to comply without complaint.

it’s not that i can’t open the jar. it’s that you ask my brother first every time. it’s that i am pushed into docile positions, trained to believe that my body when it’s strong and healthy is ugly, trained into being less, weaker. it’s that the jar is also science, is also engineering, is also every job, every opportunity. it’s that you laugh faster when he tells a joke, that you take him seriously but wave off me, that when he raises his voice he’s assertive but when i do i’m hysterical. the jar is getting into a car with a stranger as a driver and wondering if this is our last ride. the jar is knowing that if something happens to us, it’s our fault. 

it’s that i’m weak and i don’t know if it’s because i just am or i was trained to be. it’s that we need to sit pretty with our pretty smiles and our pretty words trapped pretty and silent in our throats, our hands restless but pretty when idle, our bodies vessels for nothing but a future white dress. it’s that we are taught someone else needs to open the jar for us.

here’s the secret: run metal lids under hot water, they’ll expand faster than the glass they’re around. here’s the secret: when you keep us under hot water, we do more than boil. we expand over our edges. and we learn how to open our mouths, our claws, our screams hanging in kites over cities. just give me a chance. give me a chance when i am four when i am seven when i am twenty-three. i promise i can be amazing. give me the jar. i’ll show you something.

bismuth is the biggest fountain of wasted potential in all of su.

  • she’s a viewpoint on the war who isn’t caught up in idolising and mourning rose quartz. even in just the special she had, she told us so much about rose that pearl, garnet etc had just never said. imagine how different steven’s character arc could have been if he’d had bismuth there to talk to about this stuff.
  • her design. like, that is honestly one of the most unique character designs on tv right now. freaking RAINBOW DREADLOCKS! that’s just so cool.
  • bismuth meeting peridot and lapis. i mean bismuth and lapis is HUGE because of how lapis got poofed, and then the shared experience of being trapped for 6000 years by people you trusted. on the flip side, bismuth and peridot are fellow tech-orientated rebels, imagine what they could get up to together!
  • (”wait. you called yellow diamond WHAT?” “a clod.” “to her face?!” “well, over the official diamond communication line…” “you used the official diamond line?! peridot, listen, that is one of the coolest things i have ever heard.” “i know, i’m pretty great.”)
  • bismuth and amethyst! bismuth is so huge on the “you can be anyone you want to be” thing, and you can see how that would affect amethyst. like, look at what happened in the special - bismuth didn’t even question amethyst’s size, she just said that it was nice to have another quartz around and was impressed by amethyst’s whip. there is so much potential for such a great friendship to be struck up there.
  • (like. if we’re not going to go the ame/dot route, thanks zuke, then amethyst/bismuth? hello? it’s right there?)
  • FUSIONS. give me a caring, thoughtful and powerful garnet/bismuth. give me an elegant engineer pearl/bismuth. give me a flexible, scrappy amethyst/bismuth. give me a conflicted but ultimately heroic steven/bismuth. give me a total macgyver level genius peridot/bismuth. lapis/bismuth we can probably skip though. maybe in a few hundred years when lapis is feeling better, but maybe never.
  • bismuth meets connie. they both think the other is awesome. bismuth makes connie her own sword. connie is so happy. she introduces bismuth to the fantasy and sci-fi genres in return.
  • (”that’s ridiculous! he’s a dog AND a copter, you can’t ask him to just be one!” “i know! the military-industrial complex is so corrupt, using individuals as pawns in the pursuit of endlessly escalating conflict without a thought for the effects on those people!” “EXACTLY! connie, you’re saying what we’re all thinking!”)
  • bismuth and greg would be… interesting. i’m not sure i have the words for it rn? but yeah. really interesting.
  • bismuth and the corrupted gems, oh my god! how would she feel, seeing her friends and foes alike turned into mindless monsters, knowing that for thousands of years the cgs have been trying to save them to no avail?
  • bismuth vs jasper. the two big buff warrior ladies duking it out for what they believe in, becoming worthy opponents.

just… so much potential…

Post-Kerberos! Matt HC

★ When the rebellion group helped him escape, he just ended up sticking with them and eventually became one of the best fighters there???

★ He doesn’t have any idea where his dad is, but scavenges through old Galran tech to hopefully find out.

★ The group is pretty much amazed by humans and low-key terrified of them bc of Matt 

★ He dislocated his shoulder once and the group was like, “it’s horrible to see another one go,,,,” and Matt was just like “???? i can put it back in place????” 

  • Matt: Guys,,,,stop crying,,,,this can be fixed,,,,,
  • Rebellion leader: i saw a dear friend die bc of that, there is no survival
  • Matt: *silently puts in back in place*

★ He has a scar over his right eye bc of the Galra

★ The Galra also found out he needed glasses and basically went, “well we can’t have The Champions friend like this!” and injected some weird shit into his eyes. Matt no longer needs glasses, but his eyes change colors depending on his mood and who he’s talking too

★ Matt, talking to keith as his eyes turn red: And so– why the fuck are you pulling out your sword?

Keith, seeing Matt’s eyes turning yellow as he talks to Hunk: “Uhm guys? Are we sure that Matt isn’t Galra?”

  • “I am right here”

★ When he first heard of Voltron his main thought was, “Well that sounds lit” but when he hears that ‘The Champion’ aka Shiro is their leader, he immediately turns into that Mr.Krabs meme

★ Somehow some people find a picture of the paladins and everybody is just “???? the tiny one resembles matt”

★ Matt automatically realizes it’s Katie and that the red paladin is Keith and just,,,screams for roughly 5 hrs

★ Why is everyone he knows up in space? He has no fucking clue but w/e

★ Makes it a personal mission to track down Voltron for himself and the rebellion

★ They end up showing up eventually to make allies

★ The Paladins talk to some civilians first, so Allura and Coran meet up with the Rebellion leader

  • “Number 5?! How’d you get here so quickly??” “Funny story actually,,,”
  • The real Pidge shows up like 0.5 seconds later
  • Pidge//Katie, tearfully: “MATT”
  • Matt, nearly sobbing: Oh shit waddup

★ Keith screams at him for a solid 10 minutes before tearing up

  • “It’s okay. I know you’re gay and texan already, Keith”
  • “I fucking hate you”

★ There’s a tie between whether Pidge or Shiro cried more

★ Allura: I’m princess Allura and you are?
    Matt:
single and willing–i meAN MATT

 ★ **Takes in Katie’s appearance** “Well, one of us is going to have to change”

★ **Inspecting Shiro’s arm** “Yo, your weapon is just a bitch slap”

★ “,,,,,you guys do realize Allura just picked your lions off of your clothes right???” “No she–holy shit”

★ “whY DON’T YOUR LIONS HAVE SEAT BELTS?! YOU’RE GONNA DIE AT 6 SHIRO”

  • He essentially spends his time pointing out problems with basically everything tbh

★ “Why does Voltron represent the olympic rings??”

★ He realizes Keith has a crush on Lance in like a couple of days

  • “weLL I HEARD YOU GOT A SPECIAL SOMEONE ON THE SIDE, KEITH”
  • “Listen here, you piece of shit”

★ Slowly comes to the realization that he likes both Shiro and Allura

  • “Coran have you ever heard of a pickle?”

★ He helps Coran around the castle and stuff

  • “And this is the Teludav” “Y’all have fucking teletubbies here?”

★ Him and Hunk team up to annoy Shiro and Lance with puns

  • “I’m just over the moon with excitement”
  • “Aren’t you glad i’m not lion in the cold depths of space??”

★ Him and Slav get along pretty well

  • Shiro hates it

★ “In this timeline, there is a 42% chance of you getting together with the two of them.” “Thanks buddy”

★ “Why did you choose five kids to defend the universe there’s so many ways this could go wrong”

★ Him and Hunk set up the lions to play “What’s new pussycat?” 7 times with one “It’s not unusual” before resuming ‘What’s new pussycat?’

  • “For years, scientist have wondered if you can make 3 teens, 1 adult, and 3 aliens weep tears of joy by playing Tom Jones’ “It’s not unusual”.”

★ Lance is amazed by how smooth his skin is

  • Like, you’ve been in space for 2 years???? And majority of that was with the Galra??? Tell me your secret

★ Everyone figures out Matt’s crush on both Allura and Shiro and try to get them together

  • One plan consisted of a rock, 15 cups of nunvil, and a very upset bounty group.

★ Matt actually likes nunvil

★ The Lions all take a liking to him and everyone would be salty, but he looks adorable when he talks to them so they deal with it

★ Pidge voice: I’ve banned Hunk because he kept messing with my shit but now—
    Matt voice: yO I GOT MARIO KART RUNNING ON THIS

★ He appreciates the fact that Hunk points out all the weird shit that’s going on while everyone else just accepts it

★ “Do you think i could install the internet to my mind?”
★ **sees all the upgrades Pidge added to Green** “yO—YO!”

★ Anytime Shiro or Allura do anything remotely romantic to him, ‘What the heck i gotta do’ starts blasting from the Green Lion

★  Allura called his ears cute once, and nobody saw him for 6 hrs until Lance found him frantically grabbing Altean romance novels while whispering, “what does it mean?!”

★ They go to a planet where it’s considered normal to have more than one partner

  • Coran convinces the newly dubbed “Poly triangle” to pretend they’re actually dating for reasons unknown
  • They pull it off so well that the Aliens eventually ask when they’re gonna get married
  • Everyone had vastly different reactions

★ “You guys are fighting Zarkon right? Why don’t you just turn him Zarkoff?”

★ Hunk voice: Um, guys, what are those things?
    Obviously annoyed Matt voice: Aliens. 
    Different ranges of offended Allura, Coran and Keith voices: Excuse me?

★ “I’m fucking tired. beam me up, Scotty”

★ Keith, kneeling down on one knee: “Matt, Allura, will you do me the honor of marrying my stupid brother?”

★ “Voltron? More like Dabtron.”

  • “How do I return a brother?”

★ “caTCH THESE GAY HANDS ZARKON”

★ Tried to convince Shiro to let him Pidge and Hunk install a laser gun sound effect or the lightsaber noise to his arm

★ Once, he finally found the courage to tell Shiro and Allura that he liked them but they mistook it as him saying he enjoyed their company or smth along those lines

  • He tried to throw himself out the airlock afterwards

★ Lotor eventually shows up and everyone is tense bc he’s shown interest in the Blue Lion

★ Lotor sees Matt, and just pushes Lance out of the way: Hello there ;)

  • Everyone pretends not to notice Shiro’s eye twitch and Allura breaking the weapon she was holding
  • Lance was offended at first but seeing their reactions made it worth it

★ Matt is oblvious to Lotor’s attempts though

  • Everytime he gets close, Matt just assumes it’s some weird galra thing

★ “Raindrops on roses, Allura’s white hair, Shiro’s back muscles and Allura’s eyes. These two could probably kick his ass and they’re a few of Matt’s favorite things”

★ Obviously exasperated Pidge voice: You guys just need to bone
    Stern Matt voice: What did you say?
    Pleading Hunk voice: Please don’t say it again
    Not Caring Pidge voice: I said you guys need to bone
    Shocked, Furious Matt voice: B O N E!?

★ They visit a planet with very tall aliens and of course shenanigans ensure

★ Keith voice: Y’know Allura, Shiro, you should probably hold Matt’s hand, so he can’t get lost everyone around here is pretty tall

  • **Disappointed, obviously knows what you’re doing Shiro Glare**
  • Completely oblivious, already grabbing Matt’s hand Allura voice: Of course! We wouldn’t want that!”
  • **Undignified, silent squeal from Matt**

★ Hunk voice: The stars sure are beautiful tonight
    Lance voice: Y’know what else is beautiful?
    Pidge and Keith voices: A loving relationship between Matt, Shiro and Allura

★ Eventually, the time comes where there’s a serious fight that both Shiro and Allura have to go through alone, and Matt freaks tf out and terribly confesses to the both of them:

  • “Okay, listen tf up. I can’t do that dramatic thing where I pull you down and kiss you and say, ‘Come back to me’ since there’s two of you. But I will say that I love you both, and if you dont come back i’m taking out the entire Galran Empire myself”

★ Allura and Shiro are both shocked but Matt is already fast walking away so they can’t say anything

  • They come back and make a beeline for him
  • “LISTNE IVE KNOWN HIM LONGER PRINCESS”
  • “I QUIZNAKING SAVED YOUR BUTT BACK THERE I GET TO KISS HIM FIRST”
  • Allura makes it to him first

★ Keith cries, Pidge and Hunk pull out a confetti cannon they made for this occasion, Lance falls to his knees in victory, Coran pulls out a cake. Everything is good in the Universe.


[Read Part One// Pre! Kerberos! Matt HC here!]

Do Kyungsoo//Denouement

Summary: The world is black and white to everyone. At least, until they reach 18, and realise who their soulmate is or meet them for the first time - and then colour will burst into their life, one shade at a time. You’ve been desperate to graduate high school and move away, but you can’t run from fate. - ft. big brother Yixing 
Scenario: Soulmate!au 
Word Count: 5,977

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anonymous asked:

do you have any fluffy peter & tony headcanons or anything tbh because im having a horrible day and im so anxious i feel like im gonna explode

(Okay I told myself I was gonna take a break from writing today but u know what. U deserve Good Tony and Peter Writing so,,,,I’m gonna do my best with that. Hope u feel better soon my friend, and I hope this helps in some way x)



His hands were shaking against the prompt cards he held in an iron-clad grip.


It was stupid, really. Ridiculous. He’d battled monsters and stopped bombs and yet here he was, getting worked up over a damn science presentation.

And there wasn’t even any reason why. He was good at science. Brilliant, if he did say so himself. And the whole school was full of science nerds like him, so it wasn’t as if he was going to get laughed off stage, either.


So why the damn hell did he feel so…awful?


Pull yourself together, Spiderman, he told himself, shaking his head a little and peaking out from behind the wings to watch the speech that was currently being given by another of his classmates. It was a mandatory thing in order for everyone to get a grade. Each of them had to present an idea or a theory to the rest of their year and put points that were for and against it. At the end, other kids asked questions, drilled you, probably started giggling and whispering if you couldn’t answer one of their godawful comments-

Ugh. He felt vaguely sick.


He’d been on edge the whole day just thinking about it. There were, what, a hundred faces, maybe more, in the audience? Including Flash, who was sat at the back, just waiting for Peter to slip up so he could laugh loudly or boo or something.

He could barely even think straight. His mind was all fuzzy and his palms were too sweaty. It felt like his lungs weren’t working properly anymore.

This sucked.


“Hey kid,”


Peter jerked wildly as someone stepped up to his shoulder. God, he’d been so out of it he hadn’t even heard them, what the hell was wrong with him-

“I- uh, hi Mr-” he turned, looking over and expecting to see a teacher. 

“Tony?” he said incredulously, as his brain registered the tinted yellow glasses and carefully sculpted van dyke.

“The one and only,” Tony replied absently, as he peered out through the wings and looked at the boy onstage, “you next?” He asked.

“I…what-you-how?” Peter spluttered, “what are you doing here?”

Tony looked at him, before shrugging. If Peter wasn’t mistaken, he almost looked sheepish. “You mentioned this thing, uh, a few days ago in the labs? I didn’t have anything on, so I though I’d come, show a bit of moral support, you know the drill,” he muttered. “How you feeling? You ready? Nervous?”

Peter opened his mouth, but the assurance failed to come out. He was a notoriously bad liar, after all.
Plus, his vocal cords didn’t really seem to be working very well right now. Which, considering what he was about to go up and do, was Very Very Bad.

Tony looked him up and down, noting the quivering hands, slightly green face and general expression of terror before sighing and pulling the sunglasses off his nose in order to place them on the bridge of Peter’s. “Okay, Peter, today you are not Peter. Today, you are me, and I am about to give a heart-raising, mind-blowing, showstopping speech on…” he peered down, reading the top of Peter’s card, “effective and innovative designs to contribute toward a greener society,” 

Peter just nodded, looking up at Tony through the yellow lenses.

“First thing,” Tony began, raising a hand and wandering backward, before gesturing around the place, “you gotta own the room, kid. Movement is important. Hands, feet, eyes- don’t just stand there like a lemon and read off the prompts. You wanna get a good grade? You engage the audience,” he stepped forward, pointing at Peter’s eye, and then his own, “eye contact. Always do the eye contact. Kinda terrifying, admittedly, but you only need to do it for a second. You’re not gonna stare em down like they’re trying to rob a bank here, okay, you’re just catching their eye. Showing them you’re focused, like you’re talking to them specifically. Keep moving around, look at everyone.”

He stopped. Grabbed Peter’s shoulder. “So, Mr Stark, how do you begin your speech?”

Peter stopped, caught off guard like a rabbit in the headlights. “Uhhhhh-”

“Okay, well for starters, I definitely don’t do that,” Tony shook his head, pushing the glasses a little further up Peter’s nose as they began to slip down. “You wanna begin with something simple. Casual. This isn’t a funeral service. You’re just putting an idea across. ‘hello everybody’ will suffice. I’d say open with a joke, but I don’t think you’re ready for that yet.”

Peter had to agree on that one. He took another look over to the side, and noticed the boy was beginning to wrap up. 

Oh, hell. He was next.

Tony noticed, too, and he let his other hand rest on Peter’s shoulder as well, so that he was gripping Peter between both hands. “Listen, kid. Stick to the basics. Eye contact. Movement. Keep it light, and don’t focus too hard on individuals. It’ll only freak you out. You’re gonna do great, kid. Honestly, you’re definitely the smartest one out there, you got nothing to worry about.”

“People are gonna laugh,” Peter muttered, looking down at his feet. God, Flash- Flash was gonna be a total ass, he could predict it perfectly. Peter would pause, just for a moment, and Flash would do something stupid like laugh or make a stupid noise and then it would throw Peter off-

“No-one’s gonna laugh, Kid,” Tony said, before his eyes narrowed. “Unless there’s someone who’s planning on ruining it for you. Is there?”

“I dunno, Flash said some stuff earlier, but… I dunno,” Peter mumbled, biting his lip. He wished he’d been ill today. Or HYDRA had decided to attack a Macy’s or something. At least that would have been a genuine excuse.

“Flash, huh?” Tony mused quietly, peering out into the audience, “greasy looking pussy at the back, right?”

Peter laughed nervously, nodding. “Uh, yeah, that’s the one.”

Tony pulled a face, and then nodded to himself. “Okay. Okay, cool. Well listen, I’ll make sure Flash isn’t a problem, alright? Don’t worry about him.”


A sudden wave of applause filled the auditorium, and signalled Peter’s turn up. 

“Big breath. Come on, you’ll kick ass. You’re Spiderman. Or you can be me, just for a few minutes, if that’ll make it easier,” Tony assured him, patting his cheek  and smiling.


“-And now, it is my great pleasure to present to you, Peter Parker!” The Principal announced, and another round of applause burst out.

Okay. Showtime.


“Wait, kid, sunglasses!” Tony caught him before he could move, sliding them back off his face with a grin, “they’re a tad too big for you. Don’t want them sliding off whilst you’re deep in the middle of solving the world’s energy crisis.”

Peter huffed out a nervous laugh, and then did as Tony said, taking a long, deep breath before turning away and walking slowly toward the main stage.


He could do this. Tony did it all the time. He could be Tony, just for five and a half minutes, right? Tony had said he could.


His hands were still shaking a little as he stepped in front of everyone, but he felt a little braver. A little prouder. Maybe even confident.


At the back of the hall, he watched Tony slip in through the doors, more inconspicuous than Peter had ever seen him as he wandered toward the back row and grabbed a chair, leaning over the back of it and whispering something into-

Peter sighed, unable to hold back the little grin of satisfaction as Flash’s head turned to look up at him, eyes widening in a hilarious fashion as he realised, yet again, he was being told off by Tony Stark.

It was even more amusing to watch the colour drain from his face as Tony continued to whisper in his ear. He watched as Flash nodded a little jerkily, and then Tony smiled, before stepping back and leaning against the back wall, right in the middle where Peter could see him.


He grinned up when Peter made eye contact, and Peter smiled back.


He could do this.




“You did it!” 


Peter turned, smile on his face as he watched Tony jog up toward him, hands raised in a thumbs-up as he grinned over. Luckily, the presentation had been at the last period, and so Peter was free to get the fuck out and finally relax for the first time that day.

“Yeah- I think it went…well,” Peter admitted happily.

 Tony pulled a face, letting his arm fall across Peter’s shoulders and squeeze. “Uhm, you did more than ‘well’, kid- you totally blew everyone else out of the water.”

“You didn’t even see everyone else, Tony.”

He felt the shrugging gesture Tony made beside him. “I’m gonna go ahead and assume here, kid. You were great. Very Tony Stark-ish. Except with less narcissism and more genuine-ness, y’know? Never would’ve guessed you were nervous.”

Peter grimaced. “I thought I was gonna throw up the entire time.”

“Well then, you are a remarkable actor, Mr Parker,” Tony told him, “hey, how about doing my speech for me this weekend at the charity gala I am being forcibly blackmailed into attending? I have a busy schedule of sleeping and eating and I don’t want it disturbed.”

Peter laughed, giving Tony a shove, “thanks, but if it’s all the same with you, I’m never going to give a speech ever again. That was crazy. Everyone stares at you. What the hell?”

“Yeah, when you’re the only person talking in a huge auditorium, people tend to do that,” Tony huffed, shaking his head, “so damn rude of them.”

“It really is,” Peter agreed, hiking his bag up a little further on to his shoulder before turning to tony, a grin beginning to form on his face. “Hey- what did you tell Flash, by the way?”

Tony tapped his nose secretively. “None of your business.”

“Aw, come on, I see him most, it’s more my business than yours.”

“Hey, maybe I just like him. Maybe I was having a catch up, Peter, huh? You’re not special, I might be secretly mentoring him, too.”

Peter rolled his eyes, shoving Tony playfully and then grabbing his arm before he went careering to the floor. “Whoops- superstrength.”

“That was a threat, wasn’t it? I feel threatened. Again. Physical threats, this time, too- it’s getting worse-”

“Tony,” Peter whined frustratedly, “please tell me.”

Tony stopped, hand half-way to reaching his car door before turning to look back at Peter. “I told him if he made a single sound, I’d hack the school system and turn all his A* into C’s,” he admitted, before adding “is that bad? I don’t know- I tend to threaten both adults and kids alike, what can I say, I’m all about equality,” 

Peter watched, smile on his face as Tony jumped into his car and pulled his shades back on. “You did good, kid. I’ll see you ‘round,” he said, shooting Peter another thumbs up before revving the engine and pulling out of the car park.

Peter watched, shaking his head fondly. He felt kinda exhausted- the day had been stressful as fuck, and it had taken it out of him. But hey- at least it was over. And at least it hadn’t turned into a full-blown panic attack, either. That would’ve just been embarrassing.

“Thanks, Tony,” Peter muttered, waving cheerily over at a still rather horrified looking Flash from across the road before beginning to make his way down the drive.



“Wait. You got a lift?”


Peter turned, watching as Tony reversed back to him and raised an eyebrow at him curiously from the open window.

“Sorry, I don’t get in cars with strangers,” Peter deadpanned, beginning to walk forward again, hiding a fond grin as Tony just rolled forward and followed him.

“Uhh,” Tony made a face, turning around and shuffling in his car for a second before pulling out something. It was a bag of kisses, a few of them already eaten, with the wrappers thrown back in the bag. “I got candy?”

Peter broke his deadpan stare a second later, in order to laugh. Tony was a fucking idiot, honestly. “Right, okay, I’ve been convinced,” he declared, before sliding over the bonnet and opening the door on the other side.

As soon as he’d fallen in, Tony flicked him on the ear. “Ow!” He yelped, looking betrayed.

“Don’t slide your dirty school jeans over my car, you heathen,” Tony scolded, before turning back to the road and stepping on accelerate. “And don’t touch my radio. We’re listening to my music, not yours.”

Peter groaned, “ugh, but your music taste is-”

“Unless you want to get forcibly removed from this vehicle, I suggest you quit running your mouth, boy,” 

Peter looked over to him. There was silence for a stretch, before Peter muttered, “Metallica sucks.”

“RIGHT,” Tony pulled his sunglasses off, chucking them at Peter’s chest and then moving his hand to the dash where all his modified features sat, “that’s it, you’re getting ejected, buh-bye demon child-”

“TONY NO I’M SORRY I DIDN’T M-”

SU Theory: The Use Of Feeling Blue? - Their Use *IS*Feeling Blue!!

I’m going to start off by saying this is going to sound absolutely insane, but please please hear me out until the end. 

That Will Be All starts things off by revealing Blue Diamond, immediately shown crying over the loss of Pink Diamond. 

Now that is one stark contrast from what we originally saw of her back in The Answer

She was hardened then, willing to shatter a gem, even if that gem saved the life of a valued member of her court. Imagine disregarding a selfless act like that? That is ice cold.

But now, she’s broken. Thousands of years later, we learn, after having a taste of her own medicine, that all she does is spend time going back and forth between the Earth and the Zoo.

She abandons her post so much that Yellow had to come check on the zoo to catch her there again, and starts to sing a song to try to make her feel better.

It’s pretty clear that Blue is content mourning Pink forever, even willing to abandon her position as leader to do it. That’s some serious regret. 

And when Yellow suggests forgetting about Pink?

Nah. That’s not happening. It’s pretty clear Blue is having serious trouble letting go of the past. She seems to desperately want a do-over.

We’ve seen this character dynamic before.

I suspect the color parallels between Greg/Pearl and Yellow/Blue Diamond in Mr. Greg and this episode are foreshadowing.

Greg is Yellow, and Pearl is Blue. Pearl was unable to let go of the past, unable to get over losing Rose. Blue Diamond can’t accept having lost Pink. Even the names of their lost loved ones is the same name in different languages, it can’t get much more in your face than that really. They even fucking color coded it for us.

Greg helped Pearl move on after having been considered an enemy by Pearl for ages. Yellow Diamond is shown consistently trying to help Blue, doing anything in her power to do so, despite Blue’s clear disdain of Yellow’s efforts. 

But that’s where the similarities end, after that we end up with some interesting contrasts:

In Mr Greg, Steven was singing them a song that reminded them they’re all family, and how they needed someone who knew what they’re going through.

But in That Will Be All?

There’s empathy in the song, sure, Yellow understands Blue’s pain, but 

She’s lying to herself. She hasn’t moved on at all. Her repeating of the question ”What’s the use of feeling?” at the end implies she curses her own emotions for being so hard to repress. That’s why she wants to destroy the planet and forget about Pink altogether. They’re not talking anything out, Yellow is trying to push Blue along. Push herself along. She grasps the railing turning away from Blue Diamond as though in shame, here she was claiming to be above it all yet the moment she lets herself remember just a bit, she deteriorates. As though it’s the first time she’s allowing herself to feel anything about Pink’s death in thousands of years.

So the difference is, Steven’s song was about getting closure, while Yellow’s is more about repressing and damning the emotions that she can’t resolve. She was just projecting onto Blue.

That’s not all though. 

Greg was able to heal part of the pain of losing Rose by raising Steven, by telling him about his mom, by re-living his memories of his dead wifu with his son. What i mean is, having his son there to share in the pain of missing Rose helped a lot. Helps both of them a lot.

And as for Pearl, whenever she needed to, she could bring up a hologram of Rose and literally re-live her PTSD memories ad nauseum to get them all out of her system. In a way, she did get her do-over. She, at the very least, got to work out how to say goodbye, so that by the time she and Greg squashed the beef, she was ready and could finally move on to Mystery Girl.

But with the Diamonds? it’s a much more tragic picture. Yellow is in denial and wants to rush through/repress her pain and destroy the things that remind her of her loss. She refuses to face it. Blue on the other hand just can’t stop facing it. Not until she gets some sort of closure like Pearl. But that’s impossible, right?

I thought so too, until I heard this line;

WHAT!?

Hold the fuck up. Employ????? Blue wants to employ the Rose Quartz line? 

ALL OF THEM!??

Why?!?  Welp, hold on to your butts;

Yellow Diamond sings two pertinent verses: 

“Why would you want to employ her
Subjects that destroyed her?
Why keep up her silly
Zoo? Oh, tell me
What’s the use of feeling, Blue?“

and

“An army has a use
They can go and fight a war
A Sapphire has a use
She can tell you what it’s for
An Agate terrifies
A Lapis terraforms“

Yellow is juxtaposing the use of the Rose Quartz gems, as well as other gems in their society, with the use of emotions. What has Steven Universe been teaching us this whole time about emotions? What can they help you do? 

Heal. 

What else have we seen that heals things? 

Tears.

Blue claims she wants to go to Earth to preserve specimens. 

But what if she’s looking for her do-over instead? What if her regret and depression are so deep, they’ve driven her to want to go down to Earth to find Pink’s shards and have the Rose Quartz line, the entire line, cry on them? 

BONUS:

Whatever happens, the Rose Quartz line’s healing tears can be used to fix other huge, previously unsolvable problems:

About a Girl [1]

Originally posted by itsrapmonster

Namjoon: dad!au & CEO!au

Meet the new nanny.


You stared up from the slip of paper that you held in your hand, an address scribbled on it. This was it. This was the building that your newest employer resided in. You took a deep breath before pushing into the buildings revolving door. 

Upon entering you noticed a security guard at a desk a few feet away. Whoever had hired you sure lived in a nice place to warrant security in the building. The man gave you a slight smile, “Can I help you ma’am?”

You nodded, “Yes please. I’m here for Kim Namjoon. He lives in apartment 441.”

The man grabbed a clipboard, flipping through a couple pages. “Could you tell me your name?”

“Y/FN/LN.”

“Ah, yes. Miss Y/LN.” He put down the clipboard as his smile became a little more sincere. “You’re the new nanny to little miss Jangmi I hear. She’s a good girl, I can’t imagine she will give you much trouble. It’s her father you’ll wanna watch out for.”

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Handmade Gold - Jongin

Originally posted by k-pop-crazy

Will you love me even if I’m not the one for you?”

Genre: Angst & fluff | Soulmate!AU, Requested.

Pairing: kaiXreader

Word Count: 7.9k


More than anything, you wanted to see that day that your boyfriend’s eyes flashed a liquid golden color and for you to feel your own do the same.

But it wouldn’t happen.

It never would.

Your boyfriend assured you that nothing could take the two of you away from each other but the mark that covered his ring finger was another reminder.

His finger was covered in thin black elegant circles and swirls whereas yours was harsh blue thick lines that were almost like stripes down your finger.

That was the thing.

You weren’t each other’s soulmates.

Because if you were, his eyes would change to a golden color and the tattoo-like mark on your finger would match.

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Bumblebee

Humans are Weird - Part 2

~Here’s the second part to a series of shorts I may publish! Hope you enjoy!~


Xylion stood in front of the Cabin section, the four humans standing behind him. Zellnor had tasked him with showing them around. While not his favorite task, he guessed it’d go to him. He was one of Zellnor’s good friends, but still, he was nervous around the humans. Who knew what’d they do to him if given the choice?

“So your name is Xylion?” HUman Jennifer asked, moving into his path.

Xylion felt his spines stand on end. “Y-yes!” He stuttered, his whole body standing on end.

Human Jennifer bared the white bones once more. “That’s a really nice name!”

Xylion felt embarrassment fill him. If he was the same species as Zellnor, he probably would’ve been yellow or pink. He was glad he wasn’t, though. “Thank you, Human Jennifer.”

Human Jennifer’s face seemed to turn red. However, it wasn’t in embarrassment, it was in anger. “Call me Jenny.” They choked out, her mouth barely moving and her voice strained.

“Do you need to see the doctor? She’s quite nice. I think you need a check up.” Xylion said, fear filling him.

Human Jennif- Jenny shook their head. “I’m fine. I just don’t really like being called Jennifer. Besides, we’re friends now, you can call me Jenny!”

Xylion was confused. They were…friends? Human Fredrick sighed. “Ignore Jenny, she is pretty social and always trusts everyone.”

Human Jenny glared at him. “Shut up, Freddie.”

Human Fredrick’s fleshy parts on the side of his head seemed to turn red along with his neck. Was he dying too? Xylion wasn’t sure he’d be able to handle this!

“Not you too! Do you need to go to the hospital too, Human Fredrick?” He cried, holding himself back from shaking him violently so he’d tell him.

Human Fredrick’s face only turned red in response. Xylion was about to die. How could he keep a watch on the humans when they were already dying? He was a terrible-!

He stopped when he heard laughing. While not normal for his species, he recognized it well. He turned around and looked at Human Isaac, who was clutching his chest and on the floor, laughter spilling out of his mouth. Xylion stared at him, and saw him choking on air. “I- I can’t breath!” He said, laughing throughout his whole sentence.

Xylion narrowed his eyes at him. “What is causing your laughter, Human Isaac?”

Human Mason sighed as he kicked Human Isaac. Xylion almost screamed. Why would he injure his fellow crew member? “Get up, idiot.”

Human Isaac listened, rubbing the spot Human Mason had kicked him. “Dude, why? I’m sorry that Xylion doesn’t know what blushing is!”

Xylion reeled back. Blushing? What was that? Human Isaac threw his appendage at him. “See? Look at that expression!”

“What is…blushing, did you all it?”

Human Fredrick seemed to have recovered some. He cleared his throat before pushing his goggles up further. “It is something humans do when embarrassed. It’s nothing life threatening, but it certainly can betray your feelings. For example, Zellnor is one of the Charies, correct?”

“Yes, why?”

“Well, Zellnor’s species is known for changing the color of their skin when they are feeling a certain emotion. Red for anger, green for sickness, dark green for jealousy, yellow for embarrassment, pink for love, etcetera. Blushing is kind of like that, humans’ skin turns red when they are embarrassed. It can happen a lot to some people, or hardly at all for others. And, the dark the skin, the less likely you can see the blush. At least, so I’ve heard.” Human Fredrick finished, tapping his chin.

Xylion nodded. “Makes sense, I guess.”

“Anything else you want to ask?” Human Fredrick questioned, corssing his appendages. 

“Yes, a few, actually. Why do you wear goggles?”

“You mean my glasses? They help me see. My eyes aren’t as good as the normal for humans, so I have to wear glasses to help me see.”

“And those appendages?”

“Are you talking about our arms and hands?” Human Jenny asked, holding out the appendages.

“So they are called arms…and the smaller ones?”

“Well, all of it together is a hand, but this part here is called the palm, these a fingers, and this is a thumb.” Human Jenny explained, pointing to each part.

“I see..”

“Anything else?” Human Isaac asked, his mouth pulled upwards, but not baring those terrible white things.

“What is inside your mouth?”

“You mean teeth?” Human Isaac scoffed, showing them off.

“Those aren’t teeth.”

“Ours are more filed down.” Human Fredrick said, adjusting his glasses once more. “We don’t tear into the flesh of out food. Not any more, anyways.”

Xylion was slightly scared. “And last but not least, why are there so many different colors of you all?”

Human Mason stiffened. Human Fredrick cast him a worried glance before answering. “Well, the different hemispheres on Earth are hotter or colder. The colder the area, the lighter the skin has to be so it can absorb more Vitamin D. And the darker it is, the less they have to absorb because they always absorb so much.”

“I see…”

“Anything else?” Human Jenny asked, baring her teeth.

“What is that?”

“What?”

“That thing you keep doing.”

“You mean smiling?”

“That’s what you call it?”


Next part will come out later…hope you enjoyed this part.

I will fly with no fear

desc; punk!phil takes care of his boyfriend, dan’s, son while dan is at a meeting. dan’s son comes home from school crying and its up to phil “on some level im deathly afraid of children” lester to save the day.

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a/n; thank you to @andromedalester for betaing this 2am explosion of words and dubbing it ‘SO GOSH DANG SUTE’ i love u v much em ty or helping me out <33  

 gender rolls are the only bad type of bread


The door swung open and hit the doorframe with a resonating crack. Phil perked his ears up from his bowl of cereal and looked over, just in time to see Finn crawl onto the couch next to him. The kindergartner snuggled into his arm and Phil made sure to set the bowl away.

Finn almost never touched him, still not understanding why Phil had moved in with him and his father, Dan. He hadn’t expected a smidge of affection this early on – being the stranger, in Finn’s home – and made sure to wrap his tattoo clad arms around the somber boy.

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anonymous asked:

Marinette is wearing a flower in her hair and bee!Chloé cant control herself for the Marichat tropes.

im glad that maribee!marichat tropes are becoming a thing :P

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“Okay, so it says I need to get a package of puff pastry.”

Marinette snorted and spoke with her mouth full. “Strike one. Store bought puff pastry is abominable.”

Queen Bee frowned. “Obviously I would get the expensive kind.”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s all sub-par. You gotta make that stuff from scratch otherwise what’s the point?”

“Not all of us live in a professional bakery, Marinette!”

Marinette stuck her tongue out. “That sounds like a ‘you’ problem.”

Queen Bee plucked up some of the mille-feuille crumbs from her plate and threw them in Marinette’s hair, laughing when the girl screamed in outrage. “Don’t sass me, I’m a superhero!”

Marinette shoved a foot against Queen Bee’s thigh, jokingly trying to shove her from her dainty perch on her balcony railing. “I’m giving you my professional opinion.”

“No.” Queen Bee reached over and tapped her on the nose. “You’re making things difficult by not giving me the recipe for these things and forcing me to do research.”

Marinette shrugged. “Family recipe. Sworn to secrecy. Sorry, my dear.”

“I wouldn’t tell anyone! Surely you’d trust me over anyone else.”

“Your sterling commitment to civic duty is not enough of a reason.”

Queen Bee pouted and handed Marinette’s phone back to her. “Fine. I’ll just starve then.”

“Or you could just come back during opening hours and buy some.”

Queen Bee smirked. “Why would I do that if I can just tap on your window and get some for free?”

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Okay, but can you imagine the reputation that the paladins of Voltron will start getting around the intergalactic bars nunvillaries after a while? Give it a few months, and there will be some aliens gathered around a table going like:

“Have you heard about the new Voltron pilots? Holy quiznak, do not mess with them. Any of them. I mean, yeah, the one in black makes sense. There’s a reason some people call him Champion.”

And multiple eyes widen around the table and there’s a whisper of, “Champion? Champion is a Voltron pilot?”

And the first alien nods and goes, “But no, don’t mess with ANY of them. I mean, the red one and blue one bicker like Trallarian hellcats, but if you mess with either one the other will blindside you so fast you’ll get whiplash.”

Another alien nods and takes up the tale. “It’s true, definitely. But don’t insult the yellow one, either. I mean, don’t even call him fat, which is true. ESPECIALLY do not call him stupid. Red and blue will FIGHT over which one gets to beat you harder.”

“It’s true,” an alien with a deep voice asserts. “I heard it with several of my earholes.”

Various assenting voices around the table. Then a tiny voice pipes up in a near-whisper, “But the worst one is the one in green.”

Everyone turns to look at the new speaker, eyes and eye-parts wide.

Tiny alien nods solemnly. “If you mess with the green one, all of the rest will come after you.”

Nods, shudders, fervent agreements. “Even the one with the mustache, the one who usually tries to hold them back, will just stand there and watch them do it.” “My cousin Vini died.” “DO NOT TOUCH THE GREEN ONE.”

And they all drink their nunvill and try not to cry.

anonymous asked:

we live in adjacent apartments and our bedrooms are on opposite sides of a very thin wall and one night i heard you crying(betty) and talked to you through the wall AU

Jughead slammed through the front door of his shitty one bedroom apartment, kicking the empty pizza box half way across the living room and chucking his keys angrily at the Tarantino poster hanging loosely by scotch tape on his center wall.

Today sucked. Scratch that this month sucked. With his editor breathing down his neck about publishing his next novel and Jellybean nearly flunking out of her senior year his stress levels were through the roof, he was trying desperately to get through to his little sister how important it was to graduate but considering the fact that he never had the only thing his prodding accomplished was making himself look like an even bigger hypocrite. His father begged him to come home, even for just a little, just to help out with Jellybean and the new baby.

Yeah did he mention his 46 year old mother had just had a baby, Considering the fact that he was 26 there was quite big age gap. He couldn’t come home though, not until he finished his novel, not until he had enough money to help them.

Throwing himself on his bed, he shut his eyes, praying that sleep would come to him tonight, just for an hour please. However the slamming of his next door neighbors apartment door and the sudden crash of glass had him nearly tumbling out of bed at the sheer force. He hesistated, should he go make sure everything’s okay? It could be a murderer or a burglary, he’d never met his neighbor, only seen flashes of her blonde ponytail in passing but he did know she was a tiny thing. His decision was made however when he heard sniffles against the wall, the sound of a mattress creaking and soft crying. She was alive atleast, that was a good thing.

Jughead couldn’t help it, pressing his ear against the wall, her small gasps and shudders were utterly heartbreaking. He placed his fingers on the wall and before he knew if he was speaking, his volume raised and clear

“Ya know, things may seem shitty now but… it’ll get better…it has too.” He winced at his words, way to be assuring Jughead, he was certain he had creeped her out by her lack of response, great. Elevator rides were gonna be so fun now.

“I’ve been waiting for it to get better for years. Maybe sometimes it just doesn’t.”

Jughead stiffened at her response, the watery voice and thud of her head against his hand pressed on the wall. He wasn’t used to being the positive one, he was known for his sardonic humor and ever present scowl.

“Well.. if he doesn’t want to treat you right he doesn’t appreciate you.”

He was rewarded by the sound of a slight giggle
“Who’s he? If you’re referring to the slamming of the door that was my mother. I’ll agree with you, she does have the anger of a grown man. I’m sorry by the way, I know it’s late, I tried to tell her she couldn’t come over but she does what she wants. I’ve never met you before have I? You’re my neighbor and I don’t even know your name.”

Jughead smiled although he knew she couldn’t see it
“Names Jughead, Jughead Jones. Nice to informally meet you through the walls”

Her giggle was his new favorite sound
“Im Betty Cooper. Sorry for crying on your wall”

“Don’t worry about it. My wall is your wall. Care to explain why you were crying in the first place. Me and the wall won’t judge.”

He could practically feel her smiling against the paper thin wall
“My mom disapproves of my choices. I teach at a pretty run down school. You know how some of the elementary schools are in New York I’m sure, she says I’m being reckless. She had a job lined up for me in the town I grew up in, but I wanted to make a difference, I wanted to help kids. That’s what tonight’s fight was about, she wants me to come home, but I am home. Those kids are my life.”

Jugheads chest tightened, he had grown up in the worst part of town, he had always prayed for a teacher to care about him, someone who would actually help him learn. Apparently Betty Cooper was that kind of teacher.

Clearing his throat Jughead answered
“I know all about disappointing family. I’m an author. You don’t get much more disappointing then that.”

Jughead heard hands slap against the wall
“You’re a writer? That’s amazing. You’ll let me read something sometime.. or maybe you’ll let the wall read something.” She laughed shyly, a tinge of hope in her tone, he knew he could never say no to her.

“Sure.”

Betty tapped on the wall
“Maybe you could let me read it now? I won’t be able to sleep. I could come pick it up right now?” She sounded so excited Jughead couldn’t help but laugh

“I thought this was your therapy session.”

He smirked when she tssked impatiently
“That’s what the guidance counselors for, so can I come over?”

Jughead was already rummaging through likes of paperwork when she asked
“How bout I bring it to you? I’m coming now.”

“Okay!” He heard the springs on her mattress squeak. Here goes nothing.

Jughead locked his door and moved to knock on Betty’s door, barely touching the wood before or sprung open. She was beautiful, even with watery red eyes and a messy blonde ponytail, he’d never seen anything so pretty in his life.

“Hi” she grinned

He smiled back “hi”

Suddenly he was being pulled into her impeccably clean apartment, flowers and candles everywhere. She plopped onto the light yellow couch with the spotless white trim, she was staring up at him expectantly. He couldn’t keep the smile off of his face

“What?” He questioned

“Read to me.” She sniffled, burying herself deeper into the couch and patting the space beside her

“That wasn’t part of the deal” the dark haired boy quirked a playful eyebrow

Betty pouted, clasping her hands
“Please, it’ll make me feel better. You don’t want me crying on your wall again do you?”

Jughead stared for a moment before dropping beside her

“No Betty Cooper, I do not want that one bit.”

Bonded ch.3

Here is part 3 and all I can say is finally. I know that I am slow with updates but I am ahving an hard time wrting, sorry. Also I’m not going to update for a week because I’m going on holiday and there is not wifi where I’m going.

Anyway, I hope you like it and feedbacks are always appreciated, seriously, feedbacks are the only thing that keeps going.

Sorry for the crappy english, I try.

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Tell me if you wanna be tagged

Originally posted by puxlineel

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Going to school was the last thing that you wanted. You wanted to stay in bed for the whole morning, but you couldn’t, mostly because you woke up in a bed that wasn’t yours.

You and Liam were good friends and knew that he liked Hayden, so you didn’t understand why you woke up naked in his bed. After all the embarrassment, you remembered that Malia and Lydia brought you to dance on a school night and that you had to go to school.

What you learned from that experience was that Liam was a real gentleman, he offered you one of his t-shirt and cooked you breakfast.

You woke up earlier than usual so when you were under the shower you had time to think. How will change the relationship between you and Liam? What will you tell Scott? He would obviously understand that, you were pretty sure that for a werewolf you smelled like Liam even after the shower.

When you got out, you dried yourself quickly and got dressed, mentally thanking yourself for wearing pants the night before.

You looked at yourself in the mirror. All the makeup vanished under the shower and the magic was over. Your boring self was back. You sighed, looking away from your face and gathered your hair in an almost decent bun.

The journey from Liam’s house to school was awkward and silent. As much as you hated buses, in that moment you would have preferred to be your whole life on a bus than staying there with Liam.

When the bus stopped in front of your school, you got up from your seat and ran away, giving Liam no chances to talk about what happened.

When you pushed the school’s doors you sighed in relief. You gripped tighter your bag and walked to your locker.

You grabbed your books and tried to squeeze them in your bag.

“How does Lydia do this?”

A body meaning violently at your side made you jump. You lifted your head. Theo was looking at you, fuming. His eyes were on fire and even if you couldn’t see his hands, you knew that his claws were probably out. Even if you were worried about him, you had to be cold and distant with him, for your own health.

You turned your face to your locker and pretended to look for something.

“What do you want Theo?”

You heard a little growl coming from him, but you stayed in your position.

“Oh, the princess woke up on the wrong side of the bed, maybe even not hers?”

You felt your cheeks on fire at Theo’s comment and slammed your locker shut.

“What is your problem, Theo?”

“You smell like Liam.”

“So what? Are you jealous?”

If looks could kill in that moment, you would probably be on fire. Theo’s eyes shined yellow for a second.

“Jealous? Of you? Why would I be jealous of you when I have a girlfriend like Tracey.”

Theo looked at you one last time and then walked past you.

You felt tears sting in your eyes. The worst part of that was that you knew he was right, he was completely right, you couldn’t compete with Tracey.

You felt someone grab your arm and drag you in a room, then close the door.

When you looked up at the person you were surprise.

“Liam?”

Liam didn’t say anything, he just reached you and hugged you tightly. You buried your face in his shoulder.

“You love him,” he whispered.

“I do.”


@steph-oliveira @twisted1ginger @hazftcor @sassbooger @pinkleopardss @rebelliousreckless 

Prince!Wonwoo

Originally posted by wonnhao

  • I think we first need to take into consideration those Diamond Edge photos of him
  • YOU KNOW WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT
  • THOSE REALLY PRINCELY ONES
  • Anyway
  • Yeah just imagine that for a minute
  • But doesn’t want to dress in those fancy clothes all the time
  • the dress shirts feel too restricting and the pants always feels a little tight, and god why is this jacket so heavy does it really need all these extra frills
  • has a special love for cats
  • there’s five cats in the castle that roam around because as a child, Wonwoo found them wandering outside and brought them in
  • they’re very special to Wonwoo, so special in fact that he kind of hired some staff to just watch over the cats
  • also explores the large garden, admiring the beautiful flowers
  • even ask the garden staff about the various plants and he continues to ask questions about it to the point that the staff isn’t even working anymore
  • friends with the neighboring princes
  • there’s a group chat for the 13 of them that is just them complaining about all the work load as well as the various antics the princes do
  • like one time Wonwoo received a snap from Soonyoung at 2 in the morning showing that he was visiting Prince Jihoon and all Wonwoo saw was Soonyoung dumping water on a sleeping Jihoon before running away
  • didn’t hear from Soonyoung for a few days after that
  • Wonwoo’s favorite writers happen to be in some of the neighboring kingdoms, so sometimes Wonwoo will legit take a flight to Joshua’s kingdom just so he can get a copy of the author’s new work that hasn’t been released in his kingdom yet
  • Receives a snap from Joshua that’s a pic of Wonwoo’s back and Joshua screaming
  • “YOU’RE IN MY KINGDOM AND YOU AREN’T EVEN VISITING ME”
  • Wonwoo also gets hamburgers from Minghao’s kingdom because they have the best cattle raising there
  • So whenever Wonwoo’s family is visiting Minghao’s, at the dinner table you see everyone eating fine sirloin steak and then Wonwoo’s chowing down on a huge hamburger that looks like everything is about to fall out
  • in the gc: let’s go out to eat together, which kingdom should we go to
  • wonwoo: MINGHAO’S
  • everyone: WE’RE NOT EATING BURGERS AGAIN
  • is scared of Seungcheols two giant dogs
  • ‘wonwoo just come out of the car’
  • ‘NO’
  • ‘they just like you’
  • ‘I DON’T LIKE THEM’
  • ‘WONWOO’
  • ‘MAKE THEM GO AWAY’
  • met you when he was visiting Joshua
  • well he wasn’t visiting Joshua it was just his favorite author was having a book signing so he played it as though he was visiting Joshua
  • but Wonwoo was being led to the back patio where Joshua was
  • and he heard this laughter, so saccharine and enticing
  • when he fully stepped out onto the patio, when he saw you so perfectly dressed in a bright yellow sundress that touched the floor, a simple jacket hung onto your shoulders, your hair elegantly pulled back with loose pieces hanging down
  • Wonwoo fell
  • Literally
  • With his eyes glued onto you, he forgot that there was a small step to get down onto the main ground so he plunged to the ground
  • It was silent for a still moment as a staff member helped Wonwoo up, but once Wonwoo composed himself, Joshua burst out into laughter while you turned your head and tried to stop yourself from laughing by covering your mouth
  • After all the laughter was out, Joshua introduced you
  • You were the eldest daughter of the military general in Joshua’s kingdom
  • Joshua excused himself as he was being called by his parents, so you and Wonwoo sat in silence, almost awkward since you two didn’t know each other
  • ‘do you like cats’
  • You were so perplexed by the question for a moment before you broke out into a smile, ‘I love cats’
  • And so for five minutes Wonwoo is showing you pictures of his cat and suddenly the awkwardness is gone, now you two are playfully bickering over something trivial
  • and for once, Wonwoo is feeling his heart thump loudly in his chest as you give him a wide smile
  • Joshua comes back soon, sliding back in his chair as he looks at you, ‘our parents are really stressing me out with the whole engagement’
  • Wonwoo freezes ‘engagement?’
  • ‘Oh I forgot to tell you, y/n is my fiancée’
  • Wonwoo feels this pierce in his heart, he knew it was trivial to feel a bit of resentment towards Joshua just because he grew a crush on his wife to be but Wonwoo couldn’t help the feeling
  • For months after, you and Wonwoo grew closer through texts and various run ins at formal events, but as you two grew closer, Wonwoo’s feelings increased
  • He began to get jealous, he was jealous of seeing Joshua stand next to you, holding your hand, putting his hand on your waist, he fumed in his head when he heard Joshua introduce you as his ‘fiancée’
  • During one of the ball events, Wonwoo decided to blow off some steam on one of the open balconies, he bickered with himself in his head over the fact that you were Joshua’s not his.
  • ‘Lonely?’
  • Wonwoo watched as you approached the spot next to him and he knew he had to get it out, the more he held it in, the more it’s going to ruin him
  • ‘I like you. I like you so much but you’re engaged to Joshua and what I’m doing is entirely wrong and for all I know I’m raging war against Joshua’s family over you but I like you’
  • You’re leaning your back against the edge of the balcony, taking in what Wonwoo said and for a minute he thinks you’re going to yell at him, say that you’re Joshua’s, but instead you say the four words he’s always wanted to hear
  • ‘I like you too.’
  • And he’s never wanted to kiss you so badly before but then it hits him, he’s betraying one of his best friends
  • He’s betraying Joshua, probably the nicest guy out of all 13 of the princes
  • And Wonwoo rejects your mutual feelings but then you do something that makes him high confused
  • You’re laughing for like five straight minutes before you finally calm down
  • ‘the engagement isn’t real. Well to our parents it’s real but Joshua and I see each other as sibllings, we grew up together, I beat him at sword fighting and I really can’t date a guy who thinks doing the pindrop every 5 seconds makes him look cool. And besides, Shua’s dating someone but don’t tell him I said that’
  • Suddenly, the weight is lifted off of Wonwoo’s shoulders and finally he can’t help but to grasp your lips with his
  • Before you knew it, You and Joshua publicly announced the end of your engagement
  • Wonwoo, wanting to be like all the romantics in his novels, set out to your house where he brought over ten of his staff to carry bouquets to your door, that day he asked your parents for approval to court you
  • and honestly your parents couldn’t refuse bc like hello a prince with over ten bouquets what an ideal man
  • but you’re just like ‘yeah this is the guy that can scarf down five hamburgers in one setting how ideal’
  • for a while you and Wonwoo remained in a long distance relationship until Joshua got really fed up with Wonwoo talking about how much he missed you so Joshua practically begged you to move
  • but you’re like ‘Joshua I work for your kingdom, I just can’t move’
  • and whelp guess what, suddenly you’re being relocated to Wonwoo’s kingdom to act as a military representative for your father
  • Wonwoo’s all happy and when you come, you’re greeted with his face and his five cats
  • It’s kind of taboo for you to be sleeping in the same bed as Wonwoo before marriage so just imagine Wonwoo peeking his head out of your room at four in the morning before he dashes out to go to his room
  • And to be honest all the staff and his parents know but no one tell him because it’s funny watching him run on the security cameras
  • Will in fact break into your military meetings and because he’s the prince, everyone is standing up and greeting him but you’re just sitting there like ‘Wonwoo I’m working!’
  • ‘but I wanted to have lunch at Minghao’s’
  • ‘HAVE LUNCH BY YOURSELF’
  • After almost three years of his antics with you, Wonwoo’s family host a large ball where Wonwoo announced his engagement with you and he gives this little speech where the whole time, he stares at you while stating how much the past years have been the best of his life
  • Has a very simple wedding, royal families attended and a few friends, and when you walk down the aisle, Wonwoo swears his breath stopped completely
  • ‘stop telling people that Wonwoo’
  • ‘but it’s true, you looked so beautiful’
  • A few months later, after being crowned king and you his queen, you announced to him in the middle of the night, as he was just about to fall asleep after a stressful day
  • ‘im pregnant’
  • And he’s up, he’s wide awake now, he’s screaming, his knights ran in thinking there was a break in
  • Prince Wonwoo loves you dearly, even more so now that you are carrying his child. He even agrees to take you to Minghao’s to feast (but it’s more for his benefit). Anyway, love the king as much as he loves hamburgers. But to be honest, Wonwoo would drop burgers for you any day.
Wildflowers

Based on this image from @gladiocats
Gladio x Reader, drabble
SFW

Of all the places you’d traveled, Cape Caem was probably one of your favourites. It was calm and peaceful. And after the Empire attack on Insomnia and the death of Jared, that was definitely something that you needed.

You were wandering around the lighthouse, taking in the view along the horizon. From your perch, you spotted a patch of wild flowers growing down closer to the road. You wandered over, looking at them with awe.

There were so many colours–pinks, purples, yellows. They were so beautiful, you figured you’d pick a few and find a makeshift vase to brighten up the house. Once you’d picked a sizeable bouquet, you made your way back to the old cabin to keep them fresh.

As you were searching the kitchen for a vase or a pot, you heard a throat clearing behind you. You turned to see Gladio standing by the threshold, arms crossed, an amused smirk on his face.

“What are you doing?”

“What’s it look like?” you replied cheekily. “If I don’t find something for the flowers, they’ll wilt.”

He nodded and meandered over. “What kind of flowers are those?”

You shrugged. “A few pansies, some lilies, and look–” you grinned. “Even a gladiolus.”

He rolled his eyes as you winked at him. And then you got a great idea.

“Can I put it in your hair?”

He did a small double take. “What?”

You pouted, giving your best puppy-dog-eyes impression. “Please, babe? Don’t you love me?”

He rolled his eyes even harder this time and lowered his head so that it was easier for you to reach. You clapped excitedly and took the flower, gently placing the stem behind his ear so it sat right at his temple.

“You look beautiful,” you gave him a genuine smile, cradling his face in your hands. He surged forward and kissed you, and you felt his lips curve upwards against yours. He pulled away, leaving you breathless.

“I love you, you dork. You know that?”

You blushed, feeling the heat creep up your neck. “I love you too, big guy.” Your eyes briefly wandered around to the other rooms of the house. “I wonder where Prompto is. I wonder if I can steal his camera. This can’t go undocumented.”

Gladio playfully groaned, but then suddenly you were swept off your feet and hauled over his shoulder. You shrieked, and he swatted your ass as he easily carried you upstairs.

“You can find him later,” he said dismissively. “You’ve had your fun, and now it’s my turn.”

You giggled. “Fine. But you have to keep the flower in your hair.”

Without hesitation, he replied, “Deal.”

after all this time

prompt: the reader has a crush on Severus just like he did with lily. 

parring: young severus snape x reader

warning: none

words: 1355

requested by: @inkhearted-23

a/n: I never really got a harry potter character ask so I hope I did well. feedback appreciated. enjoy!

Originally posted by datura-riot


“Y/n we will be friends forever right?” a six years old Severus asked you as the both of you lay in the middle of a meadow full of yellow flowers. 

“always,” you told him and held his little chubby hands. You heard your mom calling and Severus heard his calling as well, it was time to for super. 

Severus and you were friends as long you can remember, you were inseparable, the both stood up for each other no matter what. Even thought you came from a pureblood family and Severus came from a half-blood your family’s got along well. 

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