such a good face why isn't there more of it everywhere

Assassin!Harry (Part 2)

Harry is a trained, experienced assassin hired to kill Y/N but ends up, to his horror, starting to fall for her. 

You can read part one here.


Y/N closed her dorm room door behind her, thankful that her roommate was spending the night with a friend in another room. She put her back to the cool wood of the door and slid down against it, landing on the floor with her arms wrapped around her knees. She wished she had been brave enough to invite Harry in, but something told her that spending more than 10 minutes in the tiny room was not something Harry would have been cut out for. If his nice, expensive truck was any indication, Y/N assumed that Harry was much more accustomed to an easy, lavish lifestyle than to dorm cells and broke college students.

As she went through the motions of getting ready to go to bed, Y/N realized that she wasn’t at all tired like she normally is after a long day at the daycare. She was exhausted when the last little boy was picked up, but being with Harry for the few minutes she was with him woke her up like a splash of cold water on her face. She smiled to herself, exhilarated with the feeling of butterflies in her stomach.

When she crawled into bed, she knew that she would not be falling asleep right away. However, she welcomed this newfound restlessness that came with her introduction to Harry. Every night for the past month, she had fallen asleep sad and borderline physically sick thinking about the cessation of her most recent relationship. She tried to think of other things, of course, but the memories of her last few weeks with her ex-boyfriend and how he treated her haunted her ceaselessly, and there was nothing she could do about it. She wondered if Harry would treat her well, something with which she was unfamiliar, and as she lay there in the dark, she decided that he would. She didn’t know him very well, of course, but for the first time in weeks she was going to fall asleep thinking about something that made her happy. What was the harm in assuming, for imagination’s sake, that Harry would be the kindest, most thoughtful boyfriend ever?

Y/N giggled to herself, staring at the ceiling in the dark. She couldn’t help but laugh as she realized that her thoughts were typical of an eighth grade girl–imaginative, hopeful, and far too exaggerated. But she didn’t care, because she was finally excited about something. She drifted off to sleep thinking about how desperately she wanted to see Harry again, and she hoped that he wanted to see her too.

Keep reading

the day after we break up

@ariaisprobablynotonfire submitted:  omg hello hi here i am again !! honestly, thanks for being so nice to me even though i’m hella awkward :D anyways, i watched the show one more time on netflix a few months ago, and until now, the pain from the show still hasn’t faded away, so i thought, hey, why don’t i drag you all with me? (heh, sorry) so here, have an angsty red fic :>

(this is literally the longest thing i’ve ever written my entire life. hope you like it!)

WARNING: a little blood, angst (like a fuckton), and swearing

“Sans? Are you listening?”

“‘course i am, doll, whaddaya take me for?”

But he wasn’t of course. Not even a little bit. The sky was clear, shimmering with stars, and the park was almost completely devoid of people save for the two of you. His eye sockets were looking far, far away, and your voice halted. He obviously didn’t care. You looked down at the cup of coffee in your hands, suddenly feeling small. You fiddled with the cup, watching the liquid sloshing around inside. You felt like you were choking, but you took a deep breath and forced back the sudden onslaught of sadness.

Birds were singing, flowers were blooming; it really was a beautiful day, and now that the sun had set, it was an even more beautiful night. A pity– you can’t think about anything else other than the heaviness in your chest, and the overwhelming grief that he was going to leave you soon. He hadn’t said anything directly, but you could see it, clear as day.

He shied away from your kisses, responded with nods whenever you said you loved him, and you knew that it was just a matter of time until it all ends. You always thought that you had more time, that maybe something would come up and he would change his mind, but something told you that today is the day it ends, that today is the last day he’ll be yours, and you, his.

You stood up abruptly, dusting off your pants. He glanced up at you in surprise, before standing up as well. “what is it?” He asked, not even looking at you.

Stars, it hurt.

You pressed your hand to his cheek, gently tilting his face so his eyes could meet yours. You smiled and kissed him, eyelids fluttering shut as you felt him leaning into you. You broke away with a sigh, as you kissed him on the cheek and stepped back.

There was clear conflict in his eyes, and part of you didn’t want him to end it just yet, yet part of you also wanted him to end it now, to rip the plaster off so you could begin healing. Your heart was pounding in your chest as your eyes desperately flicked over his appearance, greedily taking in every detail, knowing that this might be the last time you’ll drink him in and know that his smile was meant for you. The silver of the zipper of his hoodie shown in the sun, his red shirt just barely seen from under it. Red, dark red, only barely darker than the color of your soul when he had pulled it out and showed you. it means determination, he had said after you asked if colors had meaning. i wonder what you’re determined for, he added, before kissing you with wild abandon, until all thoughts of your soul fled from your mind.

But what good was your determination now, if you couldn’t even convince him to stay?

“doll, sweetheart, i’m sorry.”

Oh. Here it comes. You were actually expecting that he’d change his mind at the last second, like he’d done so many times. Seems like this really is it.

You forced yourself to look up, taking deep breaths, pushing the tears back. Not now. Not yet. You’ll cry, you’ll grieve, but not now. Not while he can still see you.

“you and i both know, that this,” he motioned, dragging his finger from you to him. “it just ain’t workin’ anymore. i don’t wanna keep lying to myself and say that the reason why i’m staying is because i still love you, because i don’t. not anymore.”

Oh shit. Oh shit. The tears welled up in your eyes and you nodded. (Also, what the fuck did he just say?) You knew that for some time now, but hearing it from him made it real and so, so painful. Your breathing was now completely erratic, and you nodded, unable to use your words properly. You felt the cool breeze sting your now wet cheeks, tears steaming down. When did you start crying?

“sweet- (y/n), hey, please don’t cry.” His voice was tinged with panic, but he knew he couldn’t drag this out for any longer without hurting you more.

If he was going to be honest, he hasn’t loved you for a long time now. Four years seemed like an eternity to some, and even more so to him.

It was a gradual thing. He didn’t just wake up one day and think, hey, i don’t love you anymore. No. Eventually, you stopped being so important to him, your name on his list of priorities slowly sinking.

He always told himself that he’d stay for one last time, and leave in the morning, but he kept breaking his word.

But now he’d do it. He just needed to courage to see it through until the end, to wipe your tears and say that everything would be fine; he owed you at least that much. Now however, that small amount of courage he had earlier was quickly dissipating in the presence of your wide eyes and your tear-stained cheeks. He looked away.

You opened your mouth to say something, but he didn’t hear whatever it was, because he teleported away like an asshole.

He knew that. But it didn’t stop him. An hour later, the world faded away.

He opened his eyes and you were in his arms, tangled up in his bed.

A load. A fucking load. Just his fucking luck. Why now? Why today? What the fuck, Frisk?

He let the day continue, broke up with you again, then walked around. A good hour had passed since he left, and he sat on an empty bench, relishing the sudden sense of freedom he felt. He felt frustration rise in him as the stars faded to black once more and he woke up in bed again.

He pushed you off and started yelling. That might be the harshest way he’d broken up with you, but it got the job done, with you running out the house crying, as his brother glared at him from across the table during breakfast. It was no secret that Papyrus was especially fond of you, as you had humored his cooking style and occasionally joined work outs with him and Undyne. He didn’t say anything though, only glaring at him disappointedly, even as he made his way out of the house.

Night came faster than he anticipated, and he decided to watch the television. There were reruns of your favorite show airing, and his thoughts drifted to you. He found that he didn’t care.

The clock shifted to 8:27, and the world reset once more.


How long has it been? It felt like it’s been a month since everything constantly reset, a month since he started teleporting out of bed the moment he woke up. He started breaking up with you through text now, and you would never respond. He was at the park, the park where he first broke up with you, and it was silent. Everything seemed plain, empty.

Why was it that when you were here with him, everything sparkled? Why was it that even as you cried, the world was vibrant and full of life? And lastly, why did everything feel so dull without you?

8:25, read the clock on his phone. His lockscreen was still a picture of you, smiling and laughing and shining. He missed you. But no, he can’t, he wont let his resolve crumble. Not now, not ever. 

“Sans!” He heard your voice call out, and he looked up to see you smiling and waving at him. You had a scarf on, and a black coat, which he recognized as the one he bought a week (well, technically, a month already) ago. Why were you smiling at him? Did he not– oh. A quick glance at his phone told him he hadn’t broken up with you today. He must’ve forgotten. He waved, a small grin on his face. For some reason, the world seemed brighter.

He glanced at his phone again. 8:26.

You crossed the road, eyes still on him, still smiling, still shining, when all of a sudden, there was a car, and you hit the ground.

His eye sockets widened. Your blood was everywhere, and he watched your soul gently float over your motionless body and shattered.


The world reset.


His first thought when he woke up was that it wasn’t Frisk. His second thought was you.

Were you doing it on purpose? No, if you knew, then you wouldn’t die. You would know better. You wouldn’t greet him and smile at him with so much love if you had known all the things he’d done. What was he supposed to do?

He let the next few resets do their thing, observing you. Every time you died, the moment your soul shattered, the world would reset. After gaining all the information he could from that scene, he then spent the next few resets watching Frisk. All the time, Frisk would be doing the same thing, unable to realize that something was going on. The only thing that convinced him it wasn’t Frisk was because they were laughing when 8:27 rolled around before he found himself in bed once more.

He closed his eye sockets.



You’ve already died fifty-eight times.

Today would be your fifty-ninth death. After all that time, he realized one thing: every time your soul shattered, his would start cracking. After the crack reached the bottom of his soul, the world would reset. An interesting theory he derived from this was that if the world didn’t reset every time you died, he would start turning to dust. Unfortunately, it only bought him, what? Half a second before the world reset?

It didn’t matter.

Today, he’s going to save you. He’s going to save you, and kiss you, and apologize. He’s going to do something he’s never done before– interfere.

He can’t believe it took him another series of resets (that you were most likely unaware that you were causing) for him to realize that he loved you still. That even after all this time, he was still in love with you.


He was standing on the exact same spot that you had seen him on, his magic ready to whisk you both away. You were already on your way to him. He took a deep breath, magic ready.



Focusing on your soul and his, he performed the most dangerous shortcut he’d ever done and pulled you both through the void.

Light flooded your senses, and you felt Sans wrap his arms around you. “Sans?” You whispered, voice muffled by his shirt as he clung to you desperately. “Sans, what’s wrong?”

Your eyes have adjusted, and it took you some time before you realized that you were underground, or more specifically, at their house in Snowdin. You brought your hand to his skull, and another on his back. He was crying.


He stood up straight, faintly red tears still streaming down his face. His hands moved to cup your face, touching his forehead to yours, closing his eye sockets. “I love you,” he rasped, his voice rough and thick with emotion. “I love you.”

You smiled. “Sans, I love–”


You took a step back, unknowingly activating a trap. Something pierced your chest, and you saw Sans cry out in horror as you felt your blood stream down your chest.

Your soul shattered.


He woke up in bed again. He just drew you closer, crying silently into your shoulder. This seemed to be the reason you woke up, and you turned to face him, placing your hand on his cheek and a soft smile on your lips. “Hey,” you whispered. “What’s wrong?”

He shook his head. “nothing,” he tried to play it off. “i love you.”

Your eyes seemed to shine. Everything about you seemed to shine, and he loved it. He loved you so much, but he couldn’t save you. Why can’t he save you? Why?

He watched you roll your eyes and smile comfortingly, pulling him closer.

Every time he closed his eye sockets he saw you dying, and he could still hear your voice whispering his name seconds before you died. The most recent one was the worst, with your blood on his clothes and his face, and a terrified, confused look in your eyes.

He looked at the clock on the bedside table. 6:30 am.

He had time.


He had too much time.

You’ve died one hundred and three times. He can’t save you- no matter what he does, you always die at 8:27. No matter where he takes you, your soul shatters at exactly 8:27 pm. He can’t. He feels so tired.

On this day, he doesn’t do anything to stop it. He stayed with you the whole time, making you breakfast, hugging you while you were turned around, kissing you while you weren’t looking.

In the afternoon, he apologized for being so distant, and promised he’d change. You forgave him and kissed him, which may have led to something more than kissing, heh. When you told him you wanted to take a walk at seven in the evening, he said he’d go with you, keeping you within his line of sight the whole time.

The one moment he looked away, you fell to the ground, blood pooling around you quickly. A quick assessment of the environment told him it was a stray bullet, and as he moved to wrap his arms around you, a crowd of people had already gathered, all calling the police.

You were smiling, looking at him like he was your sun and your stars, your light, your anchor, your everything. You were saying something, but he couldn’t hear you. Something dropped onto your cheek. His tears? When had he started crying?

You reached up to wipe his tears, your hand warm and alive, and he can’t believe that in a few more minutes you’ll be cold and gone and lifeless please no he can’t he can’t lose you please no please-

You moved your hand to his chest and mouthed, breathe.


Sirens? Why was it so loud-

“Sir, please let go of her! We need to get to the hospital!”

He held her tighter.



Something hit the back of his head. The world turned to black.



He woke up in a pale hallway.

Papyrus was sitting beside him, still as a statue. There was a slight ache at the back of his head, and his vision was hazy. There was a clock in front of him. It read 11:33 pm.

He cried of relief.


Papyrus later explained that you were still in the middle of surgery, and that you had at least a seventy percent chance of survival.

Seventy percent. He’ll take it any day.

The clock now read 12:04 pm. It’s been a long time since he last saw midnight. He stands up and walks outside and looks at the stars. They remind him of you.

For the first time in his life, he prayed.

He prayed to anyone listening, and asked, begged them to save you.

If the anyone thought that a skeleton crying in the middle of the parking lot was strange, they said nothing.


Frisk came by with Toriel some time in the morning. The surgery was already over, and at this point, it was all just a waiting game. He saw you lying on the hospital bed, pale and patched up, but alive. He never thought he’d be this happy over seeing you breathing.

Frisk was ten years old now, and though they were young, their eyes held a sense of maturity that he was sure was caused by the resets. He should feel strange that he, a twenty-seven year old monster, considers this child as one of his closest friends, but he doesn’t. After all, they’ve known each other for so much more longer than anyone else did, if you counted the resets.

He told them of the loads you had caused and how you were unaware of them. Frisk’s theory was that while you were determined, you weren’t determined enough. This most likely contributed to the fact that you didn’t remember, because your loads only went halfway.

why would she be determined to come back? He’d asked.

Well, Frisk paused, pouting a little bit. She loves you. And when you love someone and you have to leave, you’d want to say goodbye to them first. Maybe she wanted to see you one more time.

Frisk left with Toriel soon afterwards, saying that they still had school to attend. The butterscotch pie they left remained untouched; he wanted you to have it. You always wanted to try Toriel’s cooking, but there was never a chance for you to do so.

There, he thought. Now you have to come back. Now you have to wake up.

When the doctors said you might not wake up anytime soon, he cried again.


It was May now.

For him, it was April 29 for a very long time. He still finds it strange (and a little bit unfair) that time now moved forward even without you.

It’s been a week, and you still haven’t woken up. He hasn’t lost hope.

He wants, no, he needs you to wake up. He needs to hold you, and kiss you and wake up with you and stars, he missed you.

Why won’t you wake up?


It was almost June by the time you woke up.

He was moping around in your hospital room, talking to you as if you could hear him (don’t judge– a nurse told him that sometimes, the patient actually hears the words that everyone else says. He thought you might be worried about how everyone was doing like you always were.) and occasionally taking a break to eat his burger.

He always brought food for two, just in case you woke up and realized you were hungry. If you didn’t, well, aside for his disappointment, it would be fine, since y'know, more for him. Still he found himself hoping you’d wake up and eat the other burger, his own hunger be damned.

He continued his tale on how Alphys was trying to convince him to work with her in the lab again, laughing to himself because honestly, as long as you were stuck in this room, he wasn’t going anywhere else. Then he moved on to tell you about Papyrus’ second year at culinary school, and how every week, the food got increasingly fancy. At this point, he could probably sell his meal for a hundred dollars, and people would tip him more. “maybe i should ask boss to consider opening a restaurant,” he mused, fiddling with your hand.

“Probably,” you replied, eyes only barely opened, and a smile on your lips. Your voice was raspy from disuse, but your resounding laugh was as magical as ever. “Hello, Sans.”

He grinned, his grip on your hand growing tighter by the second.

“hello, sweetheart.”

the tortoise’s two cents:  Holy hell, I love this!  Gah, my heart went out to the Reader, and I love how the Determination to Reset was handled–wanting to tell him goodbye one last time.  I’m a sucker for anything to do with Reset’ing, and damn, watching Red yell at her in bed to break up, to just texting her the words, to realizing he didn’t know what he had until it was gone… it was a wonderful transition.  And it kept me guessing!  I thought it was Frisk, too, at first–but nope, Readz just couldn’t avoid death.  

This was so good!  And I love me some heavy angst with a fuzzy ending.  <3  Thanks for sending this my way!  =D  

anonymous asked:

Okay I just saw that post you reblogged about how Americans have privilege everywhere they go just because they are American, and while this is true, it really only holds true for white Americans. This seems to make the assumption that all Americans stand the same, Where that just isn't reality. Like someone stated in the reblogs, can you really say that the Native Americans here who have been oppressed for hundreds of years, who live in poverty today because of this, have privilege?

(Cont.)can you say the same for the black people brought here in chains that face the effects of racism every day? Those who are beaten threatened, killed, because of their skin. Can you say they have privilege? Sure in other parts of the world being an American is something that gives you an advantage (and I agree. This is true for /white/ Americans) but racism is something that exists in many parts of the world and is hard to escape, so I think that undermines much of the so called privilege 

Like I understand the point, but it’s just not realistic and you can’t apply generalizations like that to all the people in such a diverse country. 

Um, when I said Americans, it meant anyone born and raised in the United States of America. Sorry you guys have such massive problems with each other but anyone who was born and raised in a country is from that country, no matter what their ethnic origins are.

what youre not realising is that: if you’re American = you possess automatic coolness almost everywhere else in the world. A good European example is Tia Taylor (an American) on Youtube who tells her African American fans that since she’s treated so well in Italy, they shouldn’t worry about coming over and beign treated badly because of their race: they wouldn’t have to, they’re American. But on the other hand black Italians have a harder time of life in Italy. You couldn’t tell who was from where if you stood them side by side, apart from maybe how they dress/what they own, why they’re here and where they live, which are usually more than not factors indicated by wealth and cultural background. Large and by, African Americans coming over from America are reporting that they’re treated much better here than they were in their own country, while European black people continue to suffer racism etc. That’s American privilege already, right there.

Secondly while we’re at it, African American/Native American votes and passports (as well as white Americans of course, since they vote too) are the most powerful in the world. The US elections are given priority coverage in Europe* and whoever the American public votes for will affect the whole world. you know sometimes you guys vote like that really isn’t the case. America has its finger in every pie politically and militarily. And being from that superpower? That’s called privilege.

So in conclusion, I can so generalise. An American can go abroad and talk over a Moldovan, a Bangladeshi, probably a Brit at this point too at the world table, no matter what their race. Racism exists everywhere; it’s not that that makes you special, it’s your wealth. Your internal affairs are none of our business, but apparently our internal affairs are yours, so excuse me if I remain skeptical of your denial of your own power.

*yeah I mention Europe a lot, because W Europe is where I live.

Award Season: A Tom Holland Imagine

when you break up with Spider-Man, it’s not like you can just move on.

summary: as an up and coming actress, you attend a roundtable panel with your director, Brie Larson, and other young actors and directors. Unfortunately, your ex-boyfriend is also making the award show circuit and happens to be sitting across from you at your panel. oh, and play it cool too because no one has any idea you’ve dated. 

pairing: tom holland x reader

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

I remember you saying that one of your favorites hotmess aus was the laundry mat one where the person puts their clothes into the washer and it's full of blood, would you be willing to write it for my birthday today involving Minhyuk? You really don't have to since my birthday isn't that significant but I would just like to see how you'd interpret it for Minhyuk. Murderer, assassin, clumsy college student that ran into the door and got a nosebleed

you’re right, this is absolutely one of my favorites!! 
i wrote it for jun once before, but you know what it’s your birthday and you deserve this au if you want it!!! hope your birthday is stellar!!!~~

  • so it’s like 7 am and you’re at the laundromat because it’s empty, literally no one gets up this early to do chores, so you have the whole place to yourself which is good because tbh laundry can get kind of weird to do with 30 other people watching you fold your underwear
  • and plus you get to put on your headphones and dance around as badly as you want while you wait for your stuff to get washed
  • which is exactly what you do after getting everything in the washer
  • and you don’t notice the other person come in, shirt stained and soaked with blood, obviously disoriented and very v e r y much in pain
  • and you’re just ,,,,,,,,,dancing it the heck away. listening to monsta x because wow they’re really good???? why haven’t they won on music shows yet- anyway
  • this bloody person, who is trying to fish coins out of their pocket to no avail, sees you and is like “h-help,,,,,”
  • but your ears are blocked so you don’t even know he’s there
  • not until you suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder and you freeze in fear and your first instinct is whoever’s hand it belongs to must be a ghost because no one else is here and therefore the only plausible reaction is to punch this ghost
  • which is what you do, you land a swing right into the persons chest and when you do you realize no ghost,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,can have a physical body so holY SHIT YOU JUST HIT SOMEONE
  • and when you turn around you see all the blood and your eyes almost fall out of your head you’re like “DID I DO THAT???”
  • and the bloody boy is in too much pain to answer and you’re like oh no oh no oh no and you quickly put your hand on his back to support him and move him to one of the benches and you’re like “wait here!!!” and you run to find a towel or something to help stop the bleeding but all there is is paper towels from the bathroom??? and you’re like this will have to do
  • and you get a whole wad of the it and run back and try to dab at the blood on this boy’s face and hands and you’re apologizing one hundred times you didn’t know hitting someone in the chest made them bleed so hard
  • but only when the person sort of regains their composure does he manage to give you a really weak smile and he’s like
  • “you,,,,,,didn’t make me bleed. i ,,,,,, got a really bad nosebleed on my morning run,,,,,,,,,and this was the first place i saw,,,,,,,,so,,,,,,,,”
  • and you’re like oH so my punch???? didn’t almost kill you
  • and he’s like no,,,,,,but it did hurt and you’re like sORRY
  • and he’s like “im minhyuk by the way,,,,,,” and you tell him your name too and you’re like “did you want to wash your shirt since it has blood on it??” and he nods and explains that he can’t really walk back into his building like this. his roommates will think he’s crazy
  • and you’re like “here let me wash it as an apology for punching you when you were already,,,,,,,,,,well,,,,,,,you know.”
  •  and he gives a small laugh but says he has some coins it’s fine but you’re like no no i have to do this
  • and you can’t believe it but you’re pulling a bloody shirt out of some cute boys arms in the middle of the morning like what is happening
  • but you get it in the washer and there’s blood everywhere and you’re like yikes
  • but then you see minhyuk is just sitting there. shirtless,,,,,,and you look away quickly when he catches your eye and you try to focus on the washer
  • but minhyuk is like “oh,,,,,by the way were you dancing when i came in?” and you’re like UH,,,,,kinda,,,,,,, but it’s embarrassing so forget it
  • and minhyuk is like “i like to dance too! what song were you listening to?”
  • and you get out your phone and sit back beside him and hand him an earphone and put the song back on
  • and you guys go through your playlist and when you look up it’s kind of silly to see him sitting there with paper towel stuck up his nose to make sure the bleeding doesn’t start again
  • but also your arm brushes against his bare skin and you get goosebumps because right right shirtless,,,,
  • but minhyuk doesn’t even seem to notice,he just scoots closer to you and says that he knows the dances to most of these songs
  • and once your laundry is done and so is minhyuk’s shirt
  • you put everything in the dryer, minhyuk insists on helping but you get shy about him seeing your laundry so you’re like just rest,,,,,,,
  • and minhyuk’s dries faster because it’s one shirt and when he slips it back on he thanks you for helping him out
  • and you’re like no problem!!! sorry for,,,,,,,punching you again but minhyuk just laughs - this time much louder and with more happiness behind it
  • and you notice how cute he looks when he laughs, and how he throws his whole head back like,,,,,,,how adorable
  • and he’s like “it’s ok, im used to it i live with 6 other guys!” and you’re like woah what 
  • and minhyuk nods and he’s like “i want to help you carry your laundry but i have to go because ive been gone for too long, but -”
  • and he motions to your phone and you hand it to him and he puts in his contact and gives it back like “but let’s meet up sometime! maybe we can go play dance dance revolution or something hehe” and you’re like h eY,,,,are you making fun of me
  • and minhyuk is grinning like no no i think your dancing was cute, i wanna see more
  • and you’re like sH,,,,,,,,,but he only nods and is like “text me when you’re free, we can go dancing or get something to eat. ill try not to get a nosebleed.” 
  • and you giggle at his joke as he flashes a peace sign and leaves
  • and you’re standing there with only the sound of the drying machine
  • well until you the woman who runs the place comes by and looks at the blood on the floor and is like “what have you been up to?” and you’re like I CAN EXPLAIN 
A wrestle in the rubble


His crush was getting out of hand.

Beside him, Steve was trying to keep his laughter under control but there was only so much the punk could do while literally shaking from repressed laughter.

There was so much he wanted to say, to do, but there was one thing in his path, one bridge he couldn’t cross.

Their secret identities.

In a team of superheroes, they all knew each other pretty well, could joke without hitting too many sore spots, chat over the coms like an old band of friends. But they didn’t know who everyone actually was. Which name was written on the letter box in front of their house, what name they were called by their friends when they were living a nice, normal life among their peers.

They could all make assumptions but there was only so much you could guess from small hints and slips. There was no way Bucky was going to mess with it by knocking on some poor guy’s door and asking him if he was spending his free time fighting super villains.

One way to blow his own cover, for fuck’s sake.

But damn, if there was one person capable of making him do it, it definitely was Iron Man.

Sitting in front of them and beside the Black Widow, the armored hero was talking with her in such an easy way it was a small wonder. The Widow was many things, but talkative wasn’t one of them, yet she had a weird kind of relationship with Iron Man. One could almost call it friendship if the Black Widow hadn’t been involved. Everyone knew the woman didn’t do friendship. Yet, the way she kept reaching out to touch the metal covered thigh, a small, almost not there, smile pulling the corner of her lips. She was looking at the helmet like she knew who was behind it, and maybe she did.

With a groan, Bucky crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, or what was left of it. It wasn’t that he was jealous but he couldn’t help but wish he and Iron Man were that much at ease, the one that was on the other end of Iron Man’s laugh, the one that made him laugh in the first place. The one that made his voice change that slightest bit that meant the man behind the mask was smiling. The one that touched that metal covered thigh and leant in to whisper something closer to the man’s ear.

He wanted it so hard, wanted to know so bad, it was a physical pain. Like a blow to the chest.

Steve elbowed him..

“What about that cutie you talked about the other day?”

Yeah, right. Knife. Wound. Twist it. Nice blow, Stevie.

With a grunt, Bucky stood and moved to another piece of rubble farther away to sit. He didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to remember that he actually had crushes on two fucking people and he could have none of them.

Not that the guy at the coffee shop was any superhero, mind you, but he was a damn civilian to begin with.  And Bucky was actually doing a dangerous job. He had seen enough families crying their eyes out when someone had to tell them they wouldn’t see their wife, husband, sister, brother, daughter or son anymore. And he wasn’t sure if anyone on the team could actually inform a family about that kind of significant event. But even aside from all that, he didn’t want to burden anyone with himself as a boyfriend, or even as a friend. He wasn’t all rainbow and sunshine, more like Brooding & Co.

This guy was the kind you didn’t want to see cry. Ever.

Well, maybe some creepy crappy guy out there did want to but he, actually, did not. There was so much brilliance in his eyes he didn’t want to imagine a world with them dimmed by grief or brightened by tears. His beauty when they sparkled with mischief each time he was about to tell one of his damn jokes, pun or innuendo, was worth waking up at six o’clock in the morning.

The loud clank of Iron Man’s boots startled him out of his thoughts. He raised his head, eyes falling on the smooth expanse of metal that was the man’s helmet. Gold and red. Such beautiful colors. He hadn’t thought it at first, convinced it was arrogant but getting to know Iron Man changed his mind.

“Cleaning arrived?” he asked, clearing his throat when he heard his own cracked voice.

“Nah,” came the computerized voice, “I just saw how you left Cap. Trouble in paradise?”

Behind his thick goggles, Bucky blinked and answered without thinking

“If anything, I wouldn’t call living with Cap a paradise. A coffee and a cinnamon roll, that would be the paradise. Having to kick his ass each time he does something reckless? More like a chore.”

That tore a startled laugh out of Iron Man which made Bucky’s lips twitch slightly. He shifted to leave enough space for the big man to sit beside him and patted the spot without looking at him.

“Sit down.”

“Asked so nicely, how could I refuse?”

The snort came out naturally and he let him settle, the sound of iron against concrete grating against his sensitive hearing.

“So, why did you run away from the Widow? Realized she’s gonna eat ya?”

This time, the elbow that dug into his ribs was made of iron and particularly pointy. He yelped and swatted the arm away with a glare. Knowing it wasn’t going to be noticed behind his goggles only made him more annoyed.

“Asshole,” he grumbled.

Beside him, the armor whirred and whistled as Iron Man extended his right leg, leaning slightly backward to rest his elbows on the concrete. He almost looked at ease. Almost.

Bucky’s smirk hadn’t gone unnoticed and he was sure Iron Man was actually glaring at him. It seems like they were taking turns now, to Bucky’s satisfaction.

“Ah, I see,” Bucky drawled, eyeing the injured leg. “I wouldn’t want the Widow as a caregiver either.”

“At least you understand.”

The relieved sigh made him smile even wider.

“No, I don’t.”

Beside him, the helmet made a sound when it turned toward him, he felt like he was being glared at.

“What makes you think I’m better than her?” Said Bucky, a mischievous smile on his lips as he turned slightly to the left, towards the rest of the team, where Steve was now talking with Hawkeye and Widow. The Winter Soldier took a big intake of breath and yelled: “Hey, Wido-”.

The air was knocked right out of him when a red and gold armor tackled him to the ground with a shout of betrayal.


It had taken quite a lot of determination to wake up the day after the fight.

When the cleaning team had come, they had helped as much as they could. Before, at the beginning, they would have started clearing away the rubble right away after the fight. But after one particularly bad event where someone had swiped the wrong piece of rubble, they preferred to wait. It was apparently a good thing.

People liked responsible heroes accepting that they weren’t perfect and needed to be guided when they were not fighting. Good publicity. And a time of rest after the fight. It wasn’t even expected of them to actually help with the cleaning but, once again, good publicity.

That and their conscious, too. They just couldn’t leave the battlefield to the others without helping themselves. Except when one or more of them were actually badly injured.

They had finished around two in the morning. Which meant barely three to four hours of sleep before he had to wake up again, sore everywhere and feeling like someone was trying to drill a hole in his skull.

The good thing was that now he had a good, warm coffee in his hands. He was sitting in his usual spot at the coffee shop and waiting for his curly haired wonder to make an appearance.

The weather outside was pretty cold, making him hope that Iron Man had stayed at home and wasn’t wandering around with an injured leg. All he wanted to do was to barge into the guy’s house and take care of him like he used to with Steve back in the day. But he didn’t knew the fella’s name, nor did he knew where he lived, so there was that.

At least he had the possibility of seeing his small miracle this morning.

But said small wonder was late.

If he had to believe his phone, he was approximately twelve minutes late. And that was a lot. Bucky was at his second coffee, his knee jerking chaotically under the table, nerves tensing at the prospect of not seeing Cutie this time. The tenseness was nothing in the light of the fear that came crawling up to him.

He was a mother-hen, he knew that, he couldn’t help but take care of those he cared about and both the Iron Man and curly haired wonder were among them. What if he was actually hurt somewhere? Sick, maybe? Unless… unless he had found another coffee shop? And Bucky would never know?

He lowered his eyes, glaring into his cup.

Twenty-two minutes after his usual arrival, though, curly haired wonder came through the door.

Bucky let out a relieved sigh and settled comfortably in his booth, trying to stare without being too obvious. Damn, the guy was a sight for sore eyes and a tired soul.

Today, he was wearing one of those relaxed outfits that screamed “expensive” yet looked simple. A nice fitting pair of jeans that hugged his thighs just the right way, showed off muscles and revealed a trim, delicious waist. The shirt fitted tight enough to let his imagination run wild and the jacket highlighted the wide, strong shoulders. Sunglasses hid the warm eyes, the bright, warm brown.

Bucky still couldn’t quite find the right shade. Some days, sunny days, they were a whiskey shade that brightened his face so much. And when he smiled, it was a wonder in itself, the soldier couldn’t help but stare. Other days, they were a warm, deep shade of brown that spread heat through Bucky’s chest, making him feel all soft and weak in the knees.

Walking slowly in his sneakers, Cutie ran a hand through his soft, curly, dark hair and Bucky had to sip his coffee to keep himself from moaning dumbly in want. Damn what would he give to do it himself. Carding his fingers through the thick curls on top of that handsome face, maybe go a little farther down and brush against the neatly trimmed goatee. And then run his thumb along those damnable lips.

As if aware of being stared at, Cutie turned his head toward him.

For a full second, Bucky was sure they made eye-contact. It was hard to say, what with the sunglasses, but Cutie was definitely looking his way.

With a small smile, feeling braver than he had felt the days before, he reached up and carded his hand through his own hair, feeling the long strands running between his fingers. Staring at him with his mouth agape before catching himself, Cutie snorted loud enough for Bucky to hear him. Bucky shot one of his charming smiles and winked at him, hoping to get a reaction but the barista called Cutie’s attention and that was it.

Grumbling lightly into his coffee, Bucky let it go for now. It wasn’t his best move, maybe, but at least he made him laugh, or close to it. It was still something.

Shame those glasses were there though, he would have loved to see how his eyes had crinkled and the golden sparkles in them.

“Hey,” the voice was warm and he could almost hear the smile in it. And it was right there when he raised his head, looking at Cutie coming his way in careful steps, he was limping a little bit, maybe the reason for his lateness ? “the seat’s tak-”

The yelp was almost as charming as the way he had time to catch a glimpse of the wide opened eyes when the guy slipped on the floor and fell.

All Bucky could do was to grab the cup of coffee before it went down too and spilled it’s hot content on its hot owner.

It took him a full second before what happened hit him entirely and he looked down. Sprawled on the floor, his glasses askew, looking like he couldn’t believe what had happen to him, was Cutie.

“You okay, down there?” He asked, still holding the coffee and not knowing how exactly this was his life.

The groan he got in answer was oddly expressive. Setting the coffee cup on the table, he helped the guy stand and guided him to the seat next to him.

Rubbing his sore leg, wonder-boy side-eyed him.

“So… you saved the coffee first?”

Holy shit, the irony was biting and Bucky shouldn’t love it that much. And that slight grin curving the man’s lips was doing funny things to his belly. That was actually concerning.

Fighting to keep his composure, Bucky drawled: “Their coffee’s worth the trouble…”

The sunglasses folded on the jacket’s front pocket, Bucky had an open view to those wonderful eyes. And they went comically wide as the guy put a hand on his chest, acting dramatically offended.

“I should be annoyed,” he said slowly. He then dropped the act and finished with a shrug: “but you’re actually right.”

Bringing his coffee cup toward him, Cutie gulped down half of it and winced at the heat but looked a little bit better for wear.

He was apparently one of those guys that felt better the instant coffee touched their tongue. Not that Bucky could talk, considering he was one of them too. Even if, sometimes, hot cocoa had his preferences.

“So… you’re clumsy like that all the time or it was just for me and you were hoping I’d catch you?”

Beside him, the man squawked and elbowed him, the hard bone hitting between his ribs with awful accuracy.

Yelping, Bucky swatted the arm away with a glare, rubbing his sore side with his other hand.

He was still glaring when he realized Cutie was staring at him, wide eyed before a low smirk started to creep his way to his lips. The mischievous look was less appealing now that it was directed at him.

“You know,” he said while leaning toward him with the look of the cat that got the cream, “I always wondered how your eyes looked when you were glaring at us behind your goggles.”

And just like that, Bucky knew he was well and truly fucked. But he was very much happy to be.


Later that day, while walking down the street toward Steve and Bucky’s place, they came across the newspapers.

They were all full of pictures of Iron Man and the Winter Soldier wrestling in the rubble. Some were shouting about irresponsible heroes, others were already speaking of a rift in the team, of dissension. Those with a good angle and a view on the Winter Soldier’s lower face had another hypothesis.

Obviously laughing his ass off, the feared Winter Soldier was trying to free himself with the efficiency of a three year old. The title and the text below were sweet as sugar.

In the following hour, it found itself stapled to Bucky’s bedroom’s wall next to his headboard.

You can find this story on AO3!

anonymous asked:

Hey I love your blog!!! It's really great and I love to see what you post! Can I make a request? I don't want to sound like every body else who wants to make requests but I'm socially awkward. Can you maybe do all companions reacting to m or f SoulSurvivor proposing marriage to them? I'm sorry if you have already done it. Anyways please keep up the great work! I'm happy to see one that isn't just reblogs now days!❤️

Thank you so much! I know the blog’s been a bit dormant lately but I’m trying to find time to write for you lovelies again and encouragement like this always helps a lot so thanks friend! <3

Cait - She stares at them with wide eyes and her mouth slightly agape in shock. Sole is proposing to her? What the fuck? This had to be some kind of cruel joke. They could have anyone in the Commonwealth so why the fuck would they be proposing to her of all people? “Nice try, Sole. But I’m not fallin’ for one o’ yer jokes.” She goes to walk away, but immediately stops when she realises her words sparked that flash of hurt in their eyes. “Wait, are ya serious? Ya actually want to marry me?” When they nod and tell her exactly what they feel for her, she feels herself go a bit dizzy and has to kneel down in front of them to stop from keeling over face first. She stares into their eyes, seeing everything she needs to see within them, before murmuring “Yes” and immediately grinning at the feeling the amazing feeling the realisation sparked in her chest.

Codsworth - ERROR>CANNOT PROCESS VOICE/DIALOGUE INTERPHASE>REQUESTING CLARIFICATION “Sir/mum? C-can you repeat that please?” They were proposing. Actually proposing. To him. His optical units flex uselessly, expanding and shrinking while his metal appendages flutter at his sides. The Pride of General Atomics felt like anything but as he stared at Sole and processed their words. But before he knew it, he was already talking. “Sir/mum, I-I…yes.”

Curie - “Why are you kneeling, monsieur/madam? Are you injured?” She doesn’t understand at first, but when Sole pulls out the golden ring and gazes up at her with the cutest smile on their face and a question in their eyes, it clicks. “Oh! You are proposing to me?” Her hand flies to her mouth as her eyes start brimming with glittering tears. “Yes! Yes I will marry you, my love!” She enfolds Sole in the biggest hug, pressing delicate kisses everywhere on their face before letting them slip the beautiful ring on her finger.

Danse - He would give almost anything to have been asked instead to recite the Brotherhood’s initiation pledge, or hell, even Scribe Neriah’s biological reports on her pet specimens. But who was he kidding? He’s wanted this ever since he first told Sole that he loved them. Before answering, he’d hastily climb out of his power armour and take Sole’s hand in his while looking them in the eye. “Yes.”

Deacon - Two eyebrows raise high above his glasses as he watches Sole get down on one knee and reveal the gleaming golden ring. For the first time in his life, he’s left completely speechless. He doesn’t make a move or a sound for a few moments while he tries to wrap his head around the prospect of marrying the person he loves. But when his mind inevitably reboots, the grin on his face is all the answer Sole needs before slipping on the ring.

Dogmeat - Head tilts and a curious sniff of the ring. What on earth did Sole want him to do with this tiny, awfully shiny thing? He runs off to bring back his favourite big red ball, plopping it down at Sole’s feet and looking up at them expectantly. Now that’s a toy worthy of the pupper’s attention.

Gage - Marriage had never crossed his mind. Ever. But the prospect seems so good when offered from Sole’s sweet lips. So much so, that he can’t help himself as he pulls them up from their kneel, pulls them flush with his body and presses his lips soundly to theirs. By the way he squeezes their ass affectionately, they have his answer.

Hancock - Despite knowing that this is all he could ever have wanted in his life – a person to love, to come home to, to be his purpose for living – he’d still feel unworthy of them. Yes on the outside he doesn’t give a damn about being a ghoul, a murderer, a junky, but on the inside, he can’t lie to himself about how Sole surely deserves better than him. But they were asking him and everything Sole says and does is not without them meaning to, so he must be doing something right to have won their heart. The thought makes him smile widely and gives him the courage to lean down and kiss them softly, whispering his answer on their lips.

MacCready - He’d start blushing like a lighthouse when Sole gets down on one knee and presents the golden ring for him, their smile making him sway where he stands. For the first time in a long time, his usually steady hands start shaking like a junkie on psycho. He takes a shuddering breath, wipes at his eyes that totally are not watering, and musters up the biggest smile. “Hell yeah I’ll marry you.”

Nick Valentine - For him, everything and anything romantic died back with the human Nick Valentine so many years ago. So it was a shock when he was lucky enough to find Sole, but he’s even more stunned when they finally propose to him. On the one hand, he wants to say no – they need to find someone better for themselves than him. Someone human, someone warm and actually snuggle-able for cold nights and rainy days. But then he realised that to say no to them would be selfishly satisfying his guilt for being a synth, because after all, they already do all those things the human Nick would do and who is he to question Sole’s love for him. So with an upturn of his lips and newly brightened gaze, he’ll swipe off his fedora, lean down and whisper against their soft lips “Yes.”

Piper Wright - She gasps and freezes when she sees the ring, her hand covering her mouth as she stares at them. “Blue. Blue what are you doing?” Her voice shakes and her vision goes all blurry when they say the three words that threatened to turn her world upside down in the most wonderful of ways. Blue wants to marry her. Her. The most annoying, hard headed, troublesome person in the entire Commonwealth and they – a wonderful, beautiful, perfect human being – want to marry her? “Blue,” She forces out on a shuddering whisper. “I love you so much…but, are you sure? Like, really sure? I mean…I’m me and you’re you and…I…” Was rambling. She was rambling. Great. But the way they look at her makes her weak and when they reaffirm their feelings for her, it’s settled. “Yes!” She squeaks, throwing herself at them and enfolding them in a bone-crushing hug. But then she realises something and pulls back to look them in the eye. “Shots not telling Nat.”

Preston Garvey - Tears. Oh so many tears. He’d laugh a little, cry a little and most definitely scoop Sole up in the biggest, tightest hug he could while murmuring “Yes” over and over again in their ear. He never knew he could smile so much and he most certainly never expected the giant hole in his heart to be sewn shut just by the single most important person in the Commonwealth speaking three little, beautiful words to him.

Strong - He gets a little irritated, what with Sole trying awfully hard to squeeze on this tiny and very breakable little shiny piece of what he could make out was most likely a piece of garbage they’re always collecting. “STOP, TINY HUMAN!” After being badgered by Sole a long time afterwards, he’ll relent to wearing the damn thing around his neck. Although the exact significance him wearing it to Sole is still lost on him, he’ll make sure he doesn’t lose it.

X6-88 - When he realised just what it was Sole was doing, he’d have to bite his lip to keep it from trembling. He knew what they shared together was special, but marriage? To Sole? Only to them? Hell yeah. He had no idea how badly he wanted it until the word was out of his mouth on a barely audible breath “Yes.”

Hopeless Fountain Kingdom sentence starters
  • "He said one day I'd realize why I don't have any friends."
  • "I find myself alone at night unless I'm having sex."
  • "He can make me golden."
  • "I don't let him touch me anymore."
  • "I'm not something to butter up and taste when you get bored."
  • "I have spent too many nights on dirty bathroom floors."
  • "Please don't go away."
  • "It's too late."
  • "I can't stop thinking that I almost gave you everything."
  • "Now the whole thing's finished and I can't stop wishing that I never gave you anything."
  • "You wrote 100 letters just for me and I find them in my closet in the pockets of my jeans."
  • "Now I'm constantly reminded of the time I was 19."
  • "He said 'please don't go away',I said 'it's too late.'"
  • "I almost gave you everything."
  • "I can't stop wishing that I never gave you anything."
  • "I know how to play, I know this game."
  • "It's all the same."
  • "He'll never stay, they never do."
  • "If I keep my eyes closed, he feels just like you."
  • "You've been replaced."
  • "I'm face to face with someone new."
  • "Would've gave it all for you."
  • "Tell me where I went wrong."
  • "Tell me how to move on."
  • "They don't realize that I'm thinking about you."
  • "Can you hear my heartbeat fucking kickin'?"
  • "You best believe that I got something on my sleeve."
  • "I walk my talk, no time for wishful thinking."
  • "You thought that you were the boss tonight, but I can put up one good fight."
  • "I can put on a show."
  • "This is Heaven in hiding."
  • "I don't have no time for conversation."
  • "A girl like me is new for you."
  • "I can tell you mean it cause you're shaking."
  • "I'm Heaven in hiding."
  • "He tried to phone me, but I never have time."
  • "He said that I never listen, but I don't even try."
  • "Everywhere I go, I got a million different people tryna' kick it."
  • "I'm still alone in my mind."
  • "Baby, as soon as you meet me, you'll wish that you never did."
  • "I got into some trouble with that drink in my veins."
  • "I got a problem with parties 'cause it's loud in my brain."
  • "I can never say sorry 'cause I won't take the blame."
  • "I know I always go missing."
  • "You ask why I'm distant,oh, I'm runnin' away."
  • "I know you're dying to meet me."
  • "I know you wanna slip under my armor."
  • "I don't wanna fight right now."
  • "Been through the ups and the downs with me."
  • "Got a whole lot of love, but you don't wanna spread it 'round with me."
  • "Never pick up, never call me."
  • "You know we're runnin' out of time."
  • "Need to know that you're mine."
  • "I want you to love me now or never."
  • "I'm callin' it a night now."
  • "Wishin' you were 'round with me, but you're in a different town than me."
  • "We've been through it all, but you could never spit it out for me."
  • "Tryna talk to a wall, but you could never tear it down for me."
  • "I need you to make your mind up."
  • "I've missed your calls for months it seems."
  • "Don't realize how mean I can be."
  • "I can sometimes treat the people that I love like jewelry."
  • "I didn't mean to try you on."
  • "I still know your birthday and your mother's favorite song."
  • "Sorry that I can't believe that anybody ever really starts to fall in love with me."
  • "Sorry I could be so blind."
  • "Didn't mean to leave you and all of the things that we had behind."
  • "I run away when things are good."
  • "Never really understood the way you laid your eyes on me, in ways that no one ever could."
  • "So it seems I broke your heart, my ignorance has struck again."
  • "I failed to see it from the start, and tore you open 'til the end."
  • "Someone will love you, but someone isn't me."
  • "There's a place where love conquers all."
  • "Don't trust the moon, she's always changing."
  • "The shores bend and break for her and she begs to be loved."
  • "Nothing here is as it seems."
  • "Sun is coming up."
  • "I get the message, you wish I was dead."
  • "Please don't take this as a threat."
  • "If you don't love me no more, then lie."
  • "I'm about four minutes from a heart attack."
  • "I think you make me a maniac."
  • "We both been here since we seventeen."
  • "Here we go, fist fight in a limousine."
  • "We both hope there's something, but we both keep fronting."
  • "Damn, if these walls could talk."
  • "I ain't your baby no more."
  • "Told my new roommate not to let you in."
  • "Got a boy back home in Michigan and it tastes like Jack when I'm kissing him."
  • "I never really liked his friends."
  • "Now he's gone and he's calling me a bitch again."
  • "He wants me in the kitchen with a dinner plate."
  • "I believe that we're meant to be."
  • "Jealousy gets the best of me."
  • "I don't mean to frustrate, but I always make the same mistakes."
  • "I'm bad at love."
  • "You can't blame me for trying."
  • "I'd be lyin' sayin' you were the one that could finally fix me."
  • "Got a girl with California eyes, and I thought that she could really be the one this time."
  • "I never got the chance to make her mine."
  • "She fell in love with little thin white lines."
  • "We never told no one, but we look so cute."
  • "Both got way better things to do."
  • "I always think about her when I'm riding through."
  • "I'm in too deep."
  • "I don't mean to frustrate."
  • "I always make the same mistakes."
  • "I'm bad at love, but you can't blame me for trying."
  • "You were the one."
  • "I know that you're afraid I'm gonna walk away."
  • "I know that you're afraid I'm gonna walk away each time the feeling fades."
  • "I don't give a damn what you say to me."
  • "There ain't no time for games with me."
  • "I'm moving on."
  • "I am not the type to be out past dawn."
  • "Can't fuck up my vibe."
  • "Motherfucker, don't play with me."
  • "Women don't play no games."
  • "She doesn't kiss me on the mouth anymore."
  • "It's more intimate, than she thinks we should get."
  • "She doesn't look me in the eyes anymore, too scared of what she'll see."
  • "We're not lovers, we're just strangers."
  • "She doesn't call me on the phone anymore."
  • "She doesn't let me have control anymore."
  • "I must've crossed a line, I must've lost my mind."
  • "When I wake up all alone, and I'm thinking of your skin, I remember what you told me."
  • "I miss the mornings with you laying in my bed."
  • "I miss the thought of a forever, you and me."
  • "All you're missing is my body."
  • "We're not lovers, we're just strangers with the same damn hunger to be touched, to be loved, to feel anything at all."
  • "I woke up to another mess in the living room."
  • "Conversation's getting hard."
  • "Nobody seems to ask about me anymore, and nobody seems to care 'bout anything I think."
  • "Everybody, look at me!"
  • "I'm faded away, you know, I used to be on fire."
  • "I'm standin' in the ashes of who I used to be."
  • "I used to be a darling starlet like a centerpiece, had the whole world wrapped around my ring."
  • "It's my own anxiety that makes the conversation hard."
  • "Nobody ever cares 'bout anything I think."
  • "I should eat my feelings."
  • "I still let everyone down."
  • "I'm too much to handle, I shine too bright."
  • "I don't wanna wake it up; the devil in me."
  • "Boy, you make it look so easy."
  • "Promise that I'm gonna call you back in five."
  • "Yeah, I've known that girl for like my whole life."
  • "The truth hurts, but secrets kill."
  • "Still here, there must be something real."
  • "You know the good die young, but so did this."
  • "It must be better than I think it is."
  • "Gimme those eyes, it's easy to forgive."
  • "You and all your friends all hate me."
  • "You're better when I'm not around."
  • "I can't help the way you made me."
  • "The good die young, but so did this, so it must be better than I think it is."
  • "I hope hopeless changes over time."
Wanna One as romcom cliches

Minhyun: fake dating

  • agrees to date you so that you don’t look like a total loser when you accidentally run into your ex and his new s/o in that really popular cafe that literally everyone frequents
  • for some reason your ex ends up popping up everywhere after that and as much as Minhyun would love to help you, he realizes that he may or may not be falling in love with you and can’t take just being your fake boyfriend anymore
  • distances himself from you because he doesn’t know how to just come out and say he can’t “date” you without exposing his feelings
  • does nothing but nod when you get mad and yell at him for making you look like a fool in front of your ex smh nice guy minhyun sighs
  • accepts you back after you cool off like it was nothing
  • protests you meeting your ex to talk right after he breaks up with his s/o
  • cant explain why so he lets you go in the end
  • you get back with your ex and minhyun just keeps his distance and watches passively from the sideline
  • until your ex decided to throw you away again
  • so when you show up at minhyun’s place all misty eyed and crestfallen he can’t just sit idly
  • so he sits you down on his sofa, turns on your favourite movie, gives you a pint of ice cream and leaves
  • yes leaves
  • and you’re like “!!! um hello sir where are you going”
  • and he just tells you to eat your ice cream and cry if you need to
  • and he comes back later with a bruise on his cheek the size of, well, a fist
  • and you’re like “did you just go fight him oh my god”
  • and he was like “i wasnt going to, i was just gonna go tell him off, but when he opened the door there was someone with him and i just–”
  • your face kinda drops when you hear that there was someone else w your ex already “oh…”
  • minhyun keeps going despite your expression, “i couldn’t let him do that to you, you’re sugar and spice and paprika and vinegar and–”
  • you can’t help but laugh at the idiot
  • “vinegar? really?”
  • “it’s a good cleaning agent!”
  • “anyways, what im trying to say is that you’re so amazing and you deserve nothing less than perfection”
  • you scoff at him at this point
  • “im serious, you deserve to be with a guy who knows your favourite movie, who has ice cream on hand for whenever you’re down, who listens to all of your problems; even if they’re about other guys, and still loves you anyways”
  • at this point you kind of put 2 and 2 together, “minhyun, are you–”
  • “dont say it! because if you say it then i wont be able to pretend like it never happened. i’m not the type of guy to swoop in and try and pick up someone who just had their heart broken yenno” nice guy minhyun im sobbing
  • your heart is racing because why didn’t i ever notice he liked me??
  • minhyun notices your internal struggle, “okay, no more of this, let’s just watch the movie”
  • he grabs a blanket and tucks you all in nice and cozy
  • and you’re like !!! bc he’s so attentive
  • you didn’t even notice you were cold bc of the ice cream
  • but he did
  • bc he’s always noticed everything that had to do with you
  • he casually slings his arm around you and pulls you in so you’re resting on his shoulder
  • you’re blushing like crazy
  • minhyun just chuckles and shakes his head at you “you can calm down, im not some wild animal that’s gonna pounce on you at any second, just relax”
  • you’re lowkey disapponted oops
  • it isn’t long before you drift off to sleep and when you do minhyun releases the breath he’s been holding
  • he takes the forgotten ice cream container away and stops the movie
  • he picks you up and carries you to his room to let you sleep on his bed instead of the lumpy couch
  • he smiles at how cute you are all wrapped up in his blanket
  • “you’re going to be the death of me”

1/11 (the rest will be up soon!) Jisung | Sungwoon | Minhyun | Seongwoo | Jaehwan | Daniel | Jihoon | Woojin | Jinyoung | Daewhi | Guanlin

anonymous asked:

I do t know if you ask box is open if not sorry but could you do a Keith x a self conscious reader with freckles and at some point Keith tries to kiss all of them on your face to make you feel better and it's just really fluffy and precious PS I love your work and sorry again if your ask box isn't opened or if your busy... heh...

So sorry for your wait on this one, nonny! I have been suuuuper busy with work lately and haven’t really had much time to devote to the blog. Also, I think I might have taken my own twist on this ask, sorry if it’s a little different from what you were originally thinking but I hope it’s still something you enjoy! 

~ Snowy 

Keith x Reader - Freckles 

Keep reading

for @hpminorcharnet creation event: canon relationships

↳ percy weasley x audrey weasley 

  • they literally ran into each other
  • that’s how they tell the story to their kids every anniversary after they’ve had a few glasses of red wine and they’re deliriously happy
  • it makes their kids giddy to see their usually so well put together parents so loose
  • audrey always says that, “you father just swept me off my feet.” and percy always laughs, tugging at her hair, straightening her curls out into a frizzy nightmare (something that if she was soberer would drive her mad)
  • they’re both so smitten with each other, even after more than decade of marriage, two kids, stressful jobs, and the occasional, unavoidable tragedy that the story leaves molly sighing wistfully and lucy rolling her eyes but smiling

Keep reading

Hamlet: A very short and abridged version (Act 4)

Act 1 Act 2 Act 3

Scene I

The Queen’s room with the King and Guildencrantz

Claudius: Hey, honey. You’re a bit pale. What happened?
Gertrude: *shocked* Hamlet came in, screamed obscenities and killed Polonius. (Nervous breakdown, I tell you. Nervous breakdown.)
Claudius: *pats her head* Oh, Guildencrantz make sure that we get rid of him and everything will be fine. Let’s go to some friends. (What friends? Valium and alcohol? Opium?)

Scene II

Somewhere in the castle

Hamlet: Yes, I hid the body.
Guildencrantz: Where is it?
Hamlet: Lol. Nope. Mad! (And at this point I truly believe it. Being quite cheery for killing his almost father-in-law. Not giving a damn about his ex. Hiding a cadaver for fun.)
Guildencrantz: *sigh* Eh?

Scene III

Claudius: The guards looked everywhere, but they couldn’t find the body. Where is it?
Hamlet: Lalalala, you won’t ever find Polonius until you smell him.
Claudius: *pats Hamlet with a fake smile* Hamlet. You’re not well. We will send you to England with your friends. Only for your best. Get well! (Only that you make this seem new, but you plotted it for a while. And Hamlet new already anyway. But hey, better tell everything twice. 😉)
Hamlet: Cool! Bye!

Scene IV

A field somewhere in Denmark

Fortinbras (heir to Norway, was also tricked out of his throne by his uncle taking over, sounds familiar?): Hey, you Captain. Can you go to the King and tell him that we’ll march through Denmark on our way to war with Poland? Thanks! (FORTINBRAS!!!! MY FAV!!!!! *heart eyes* The best of the best! The one that they cut in every second production! The coolest of them all. – The only good thing about Benedict’s Hamlet was that they kept Fortinbras and gave him a great coat. THAT COAT! AND FORTINBRAS!)

The same field, Hamlet walks by (Denmark isn’t bigger than a shoe box by this account)

Hamlet: Oh, so many soldiers. Who is their commander and why?
Soldier: Fortinbras of Norway and we’ll conquer Poland.
Hamlet (on his own): I have to move forward with my revenge, as does he with his. Never lose focus.

Scene V

Queen: Oh please, don’t make me speak with Ophelia. I can’t bear it. How is she?
Horatio: Well, broken-hearted. Mad with grief.

Horatio brings in Ophelia

Ophelia *sings, mad with grief and barely coherent*: My brother’s gone, my boyfriend broke my heart, and then my dad was slain. *sobs*
King: Hey, how are you? *gently takes her hand and tries to sooth her* (I think for once there is an actual kind reaction from him. Ophelia’s situation is THAT horrible, that it melts even the coldest and lights the darkest of hearts. Who has no pity for her has no heart.)
Ophelia: I only hope that everyone is happy, not like me who can’t do anything but cry. Goodnight. *sad-smile* *leaves*
King: Oh god, please, Horatio. Follow her and make sure that she is well. – Oh Gertrude, this breaks my heart. To see the nice and kind Ophelia affected by sorrow that way. (You didn’t think twice when it was about Hamlet though, right?)
A guy storms in: Oh, god! Laertes is coming. With an army. And he is furious! (Laertes is back! After two or three hours! Hey, and somehow he doesn’t like that his family was destroyed by Hamlet’s and Claudius petty revenge game. Let’s see who’s side he takes!)

King: Not me. Hamlet was it!

Ophelia comes in with some flowers.

Laertes: Oh god. Pheli! (Honestly. Just reading and writing this makes me cry. I can’t find any funny responses or anything. Just imagine being a guy who goes on to university in high spirits. Comes back a few weeks later, because he heard his dad was murdered. And then he sees his sister. His little sister that was always something like his sunshine and she doesn’t even recognise him. Torn apart and driven made by grief.)
Ophelia: Here, everyone. Have some flowers. I miss my dad so much!
Claudius: Okay, Laertes. I feel your grief. Chose now. We can plot together to get revenge for your family.
Laertes: YES!

Scene VI

Letter from Hamlet to Horatio: Dear Horatio, had some fun with pirates. Guildencrantz are still going to England *winky face*. I’m back in Denmark. Come to me as soon as possible. – He, who you know is yours – Hamlet (If you ever wondered about the “Hamlet and Horatio are gay”-thing.)

Scene VII:

Laertes and Claudius work out a plan (because that went well so far)

Laertes: Tell me again, why didn’t you kill Hamlet if you know it was him?
Claudius: Because I actually truly love my wife and it would break her heart, beside it looks bad for me as a king. (You can totally make up which of the parts is more important. Claudius the guy, who did everything for love or Claudius the ruthless-powerhungry villain. Shapes the whole play and makes nearly equal sense.)
messenger brings in a letter: Hamlet is back and wants to meet you!
Laertes: He. Destroyed. My. Family.
Claudius: Yes, and I have a plan! Just tell me you’ll do anything for revenge!
Laertes: Yes.
Claudius: I know you are the best fencer – far better than Hamlet, so we’ll set up a match. To be sure we’ll poison your weapon and if that’s not enough we’ll have a drink with poison set aside for Hamlet as well. (Claudius doesn’t take chances. )
Laertes: Yes!

Gertrude comes in: Ophelia drowned.
Laertes: No more tears!

Act 5

Mission Mistletoe

 Prompt: The whole team is tired of you and Peter not confessing your feelings so tony takes the matter into his own hands.

a/n: yes I know I’m late in the Christmas fics but better late than sorry right? merry Christmas and happy holidays love you<3

warning: kissing 

Originally posted by iammoana

Originally posted by samazkma

 There are only 3 days till Christmas and all of the avengers were spread across the couches in the tv room. Watching Christmas movies since Stevie and Bucky missed a couple good ones.

Everyone in the tower was all in the holiday spirit. Especially Tony. He loved throwing parties and never missed an occasion to party. He didn't need to have the reason or know the holiday to throw a party. But this year he didn't want to throw one. He thought it would be nice if we just spent the holiday in peace. 

So here you are cuddling with Peter and sipping hot cocoa. Since Bucky and Sam were being babies and wanted a blanket each,  you had to share with Peter. Which you didn't mind at all.

 It would be a lie if you said that you didn’t have a slight crush on Peter. Okay, maybe slight isn’t the right word its more of a huge crush on him. 

“what do we watch next?” sam asked as he walked to the kitchen. “how about the grinch?” you suggested “yeah that’s a classic” Peter said smiling at you. 

“why did you call us here Tony?” Steve asked as the walked in the meeting room.

“yeah, and why isn't Y/n and Peter here? Shouldn't they be here too?” Clint asked getting a nod from Natasha who was sitting next to Sam and in front of him.

“ okay okay one question at a time,” Tony said as he plopped a blueberry in his mouth “ this meeting is actually about them" 

"what do you mean” Steve asked confused “ well didn't you guys ever notice the way they look at each other and how in love they are?” everyone nodded “ so what?” Steve said and Tony sighed “ so we have to get them together because it’s really annoyingly cute,” Tony said gagging in the end.

“what would like us to do?” Loki asked, “ thought you would never ask,” Tony said his grin getting wider. 

“mama bird come in mama bird,” said Tony into his walkie-talkie.  "Mama bird here over,“ Clint said hiding in the vents. 

"Will you idiots stop with these stupid code names and start!"Loki whispered/screamed. 

"calm down reindeer we need to know if the coast is clear” Loki rolled his eyes at Tony. 

“Ok, Doritos is the coast clear?” Clint asked, “who is Doritos?"Steve asked, "is that a reference?”

“Argg its gonna be a long night,” Loki said rubbing his temple. 

“ok everyone listens up it is the last time I'm gonna say it”. Tony said in the walkie talkie.

“we each have a bag full of mistletoes and we have to hang them all over the building. We have to put them everywhere, we have to make sure that Y/n and Peter walk under one and kiss." 

"this better work Stark” Sam commented as he placed the mistletoes.

“Why is there so many mistletoes in here?” you asked as you walked in the kitchen, luckily you didn’t walk into one with someone. 

“To get in the holiday spirit that’s all,” Tony said sipping his coffee. 

The kitchen was quite a bit too quiet well for the avengers at lease. Until you heard someone arguing. You and Natasha looked at each other with a raised eyebrows and looked at Tony who simply shrugged in response. 

The three of you went to the living room where you saw Clint and Loki under a MISLETOE. 

You couldn’t help but laugh at the situation since you knew that Clint isn’t very fond of Loki after the incident that happened in New York. Even if Loki had changed his ways Clint didn’t care, Loki was staying in the avenger’s tower because Thor had invited him to spend the holiday here.

You and Natasha looked at each other and burst of laughter. Tony had a hard time controlling it as well he had to cover his laughter in coughs since Loki and Clint glared at him the first time.

“what’s all the ruckus about? some people want to sleep” sam walked out with a very sleepy peter. who looked really cute with his bed hair and a sleepy smile. “Shit,” you thought “ it’s not the time to get distracted by Peter’s cuteness”

“oooh,” sam said with a huge grin on his face “ Loki the god of mischief has to kiss Legolas,” he said amused.

“I will not kiss this pathetic mortal” Loki hissed. “ same here and who you calling pathetic?” Clint walked in front of Loki chest raised. 

A loud booming voice was heard when turned you saw Thor get out of the elevator “ what is the problem fellow companions?” thor said frowning. He was a big puppy in a god’s body. 

“Loki and Clint walked under a mistletoe together and according to the ritual they have to kiss, ” Peter said matter of factly “but they don’t want to”. Thor laughed as he understood the situation and told Loki to just over with it. Loki and Clint kissed well it was more of a peck “ I  gotta wash my mouth with bleach now” Clint said walking away. 

During the day everyone was kissing everyone. After Loki and Clint, Steve and Tony had to kiss, then sam and bucky and then Natasha and Y/n. 

It was funny, but a bit annoying that you never got to do it Peter with you, you knew that he liked you but he never admitted it. 

You were on your way to your room when you bumped into Peter himself. You looked at him and smiled. 

Just when you about to leave someone called you “ Where do you think you’re going young lady” a voice came from behind you. It’s was Tony. 

“uhh, hi Tony,” you said “oh cut the slack Y/n, You know you and Peter are standing under a mistletoe” he pointed above both of your head. 

You looked at Peter he was beet red and you bet you were too, “ what are you waiting for” Tony asked with a raised eyebrow. 

You turned towards Peter as if you asked him if it was ok for you to kiss him. He looked at you asking for permission as well.

You smiled and leaned in, so did Peter. 

His lips were soft and the kiss was sweet but it still gave you butterflies. You didn’t want to stop but you had to just as you were about to pull away  Peter pulled you by the waist and kissed you again but more passionately this time, and you wrapped your hands around his neck. 

You broke the kiss when you remembered that Tony was still there. You looked at Peter still blushing not knowing what to say. “Y-y/n would you go out with me?” Peter asked, you pecked his lips and said yes(obviously).

“finally” Tony yelled “ It’s a Christmas miracle" 

In which Peter Quill isn't a 100% Dick (Star-Lord x Reader)

I specifically wrote this so that there are NO SPOILERS for those who haven’t seen the movie yet! 

But seriously go see it if you haven’t. I’m going to marry this man. 

**2 YEARS LATER UPDATE: Now gender neutral with less shitty writing

You weren’t surprised to wake up alone. Someone who referred to himself as “Star-lord” definitely was not the type to stick around for morning-after-cuddling. No. You’d known how it’d go from the moment you stepped foot on his ship. You would have sloppy, drunken sex—which you did—he would pass out immediately after—which he did—and then you would find yourself where you were now. Alone in bed, covered by a grungy blanket.

It wasn’t a big place and you could hear him rustling around above you. He was humming to himself and probably pacing as he waited for you to make your exit. At least he was polite enough to let you sleep. You sighed and looked around. No clocks or windows. Just a small flickering light on the ceiling, and a huge mess everywhere else.

“Slob,” you yawned as you stretched. He wasn’t the most courteous host so you weren’t bothered to feel guilty about about overstaying your welcome. After last night, you were going to take your sweet time.

There were garments strewn all over the floor. Some his, most yours, as it seemed he’d probably decided to recycle the outfit he’d worn last night. You didn’t know how you remembered what he’d worn, especially when the image of his chiseled body burned itself in your mind…definitely not something you expected from a man who was clearly experienced with copious amounts of alcohol. But nonetheless, the red leather jacket, gray shirt and brown pants were all gone, leaving behind a lone pair of ratty boxer briefs.

Keep reading

winterlullaby  asked:

Hi! 0 w0)/ Can I request a fluff scenario with Izumi where his sensible s/o keeps arguing with their parents (they keep shouting at them saying that they are useless and they start to get depressed) and one day Izumi finds them crying, after hearing what happened he starts comforting them and they are surprised to see him acting like that because usually he's cold to everyone (s/o included). I hope you understand what I mean ;-; I apologize since english isn't my native language ^^'

reliable boyfriend izumi !!!!! and oops this got into angst territory rather than fluff ugh i’m so sorry once i’m aboard the angst train i don’t stop……… this request had so much angst potential so i went a bit overboard haha….. but izumi’s all cute and worried (in his own weird way) so please forgive me….
anyway @aki-yan you probably want to see that too ! - mod mademoiselle

Honestly, you didn’t know why you started crying here and now.

The roof of the school was deserted, at that time of the day. Everyone was going back home, laughing and chatting happily. Maybe that’s why you were crying. You were still feeling hurt from the confrontation with your parents the day before. The worst was that no one seemed to care you were in pain. The entire world was happy, far away from you.
You felt so alone.

The wind started to blow, but you didn’t notice. Nothing mattered. You were reliving those painful moments endlessly, wondering if you were really useless. Down in the courtyard, you could faintly make up some of your classmates. They were loudly joking around, probably not noticing you weren’t there. Maybe your parents were right, maybe you were so useless no one would mind if you were gone…
The roof was pretty high. You were wondering, maybe, if you jumped… ? Would you die from it ? Probably, after all there were rumors of a student doing exactly that, although you weren’t sure that ever happened…

Maybe that was just curiosity. Or maybe you were really hurting that much. But you stood up, legs numb and trembling from staying curled up in a weird position for so long. Your steps took you to the flimsy barrier preventing you to jump. You leaned on it, staring at the ground. The roof really was high… Your head was even starting to spin. Everyone looked pretty small and insignificant…

You bent a bit more. The ground looked so far yet so close… You were wondering how it would feel like to fall when you heard a weird metallic sound.
Then it hit you. The barrier was too flimsy. It wouldn’t hold.
And then you heard him. “Watch it !”

You didn’t even have time to react : someone had rushed to you and was pushing you away. Strong hands had gripped your hips and were carrying you away. He almost stumbled trying to run backwards, but you didn’t care. Because right under your eyes, the barrier on which you were leaning had caved in a bit. What if you were still holding it… Would you have… ? Your thoughts were interrupted : your savior was shouting at you.

“Are you crazy ?! What the hell were you thinking ?!” He spun you around, and your heart sank a bit in your chest when you saw him. Your boyfriend was staring at you. His lips were trembling, and his fingers were digging in your shoulders. You suddenly remembered he tried to call you several times, but you got absorbed in your gloomy thoughts and forgot to call back…

“I’m—“ He cut you off immediately. His cheeks were getting so red, and he was shouting right at your face.

“What were you intending to do ?! Do you know what would have happened if I didn’t come to push you away just in time ?!” You just blinked in response, causing tears to roll down your cheek.

“I’m sorry…” He didn’t even seem to listen to you and just kept going, hissing furiously.

“Besides, what even were you doing here in the first place ?! Crying here by yourself ? Do you know what I was doing in the meantime ?!” You shook your head as best as you could. One tear fell on his forearm, not that he seemed to notice.

“I was going crazy, that’s what I was doing ! I was looking for you everywhere in this entire fucking school ! And here you were, leaning over faulty barriers ?!” You were about to apologize again, but you found enough courage to look at his face. And then you were suddenly reduced to silence.

He was crying too. His eyes looked furious, yet his cheeks were wet and his mouth was contorted in a small grimace. Your shoulders were going numb with how strongly he was holding them, but you didn’t exactly notice. It was the first time you’d ever seen him like that…

“Izumi…” you whispered. He didn’t answer, instead holding you close in a strong motion. You couldn’t breathe, but it was strangely comforting. No, it was more than that. It was like you finally had a place where you belong. Izumi’s heart was angrily thumping, in his chest, and the regular sound soothed you. When your boyfriend kissed you, his lips were rough against yours and tasted salty. But you didn’t mind. You didn’t mind at all.

When he finally let you go, he took a sharp steadying breath. He looked a bit calmer, but you could still see how worried he was in his eyes. “Don’t ever do something like that to me again. Promise.” You weakly nodded.

“I promise.” He nodded in his turn, visibly relieved. His eyes were all puffy, though, and he was looking so pale…

“I thought I was going to lose it. Please, please, please, come to me next time. I need you by my side, okay… ?” For a moment, he looked so vulnerable… Your hand found your way to his cheek, where your thumb gently wiped away a fresh tear. You were crying again too, but his tears mattered more than yours.

“I’m so sorry… I’ll come to you, promise. I’ll never do that again.” He kissed you again, but this time it was a soft and gentle kiss.

“Good”, he whispered before taking your hand in his. His thumb gently caressed your skin in calming motions, and he quickly wiped his face with the back of his free hand before grabbing your stuff and leading you to the stairs.

“We’re going back to my house and you’re staying with me.” You just nodded at his curt order. You really needed him right now. But maybe… maybe he needed you just as much as you did.
Maybe it was the desperate way his hand was clinging to yours. Maybe it was the worried looks he was sending your way when you weren’t looking. Maybe it was the fact he was so agitated yet happy he found you.

He didn’t say anything else on the way back to his place. His fingers just tightly held yours. But he stopped on a bridge, and looked at the sunset. You did too. And then he looked your way and just smiled. It was a shy, worried little smile. But you loved it nonetheless.
You smiled back. Because no matter the pains and hardships, he was always here with you, holding your hand through it all. And he won’t ever let you go, for better or for worse.

aniseandspearmint  asked:

For the AU meme: Anakin isn't human. How does that alter things? IDK what other species, there are so many to choose from... Twi'lek? Firrerreo? Togruta? Mirialan? Your choice!

… this is actually kind of hard because Star Wars sort of sucks at providing anything in the way of in-depth nonhuman cultures in the movies (and honestly is sort of hit-or-miss on in-depth movie culture in general, imo), which are pretty much all my reference points aside from Wookiepedia soooooo in honor of Wookiepedia I GUESS WE’RE GOING WITH WOOKIE!ANAKIN. >___>

  • For starters, Qui-Gon finds a very unhappy nine year-old Wookie SWEATING TO DEATH in a Tatooine junkshop. The amount of grooming/brushing-out-the-undercoat that Anakin and Shmi both have to do is just d e p r e s s i n g. AND LET’S TALK ABOUT THE SAND, AND EVERYWHERE IT GETS. “You’re a slave?” Padmé asks in shock after C-3PO translates, because C-3PO was definitely more important to finish when it was Wookie!Shmi needing him. Wookie throats can’t vocalize Basic and Shyriiwook is not a commonly-understood language on Tatooine. Tatooine is not commonly a place where Wookies ARE. “The young sir is a person, and his name is Anakin,” C-3PO supplies in translation of Anakin’s dissatisfied rumble-trill. 
  • Since Wookies have a much longer lifespan than humans, the Council is like “… okay, TECHNICALLY he’s not REALLY too old so I GUESS he might still grow out of the fear and attachment thing” and is a little less paranoid about him in general. Anakin is smol and fluffy, okay: they’re Jedi, but they’re not made of STONE. SMOL AND FLUFFY PADAWAN WITH SMOL AND FLUFFY PADAWAN BRAID. AND LOOK AT THAT CUTE FACE, FOR FORCE’S SAKE. 
  • Obi-Wan is immediately resigned to being outgrown by his smol and fluffy padawan from day one. There are no illusions that Anakin might not outgrow him by a million miles. Also, now he has to learn Shyriiwook, and Obi-Wan is Not Good At Shyriiwook but he does his best. Palpatine, meanwhile, completely fails to notice Anakin at all. Yes, yes, impressive midichlorian count and “Chosen One” mythos and all, but Wookies are WOOKIES. Maul was one thing, but a WOOKIE? They’re stupid, hulking beasts that can’t even speak BASIC, for Force’s sake. “Cowardly and angry” is only useful in an apprentice who can wield a damn lightsaber without using it as a club. This is really just proof of how low the Order has sunk, that they could mistake THIS pathetic little creature for their SAVIOR. It’s actually rather amusing, in fact. And no, this definitely won’t backfire for him in any way whatsoever, why would you ever think so? “Sweet Force, Anakin,” Obi-Wan says, staring at the fucking MASSIVE lightsaber that his preteen padawan has built. Anakin waves it and beheads four training dummies in one fell swoop. And nearly Obi-Wan, whoops. “SWEET FORCE, ANAKIN.” 
  • Tiny Togruta padawan Ahsoka Tano constantly perching on her huge-ass Wookie master’s shoulders. Tiny Togruta padawan Ahsoka Tano constantly using her huge-ass Wookie master’s shoulders as a LAUNCHPAD to rain down JEDI HELL on a droideka. THRILLED CLONE SOLDIERS WATCHING THEIR HUGE-ASS WOOKIE GENERAL SHRED A WHOLE DROID BATTALION LIKE SO MUCH SPACE TISSUE PAPER. 
  • Also, Wookies and humans are not genetically compatible, so Padmé and Anakin are both eventually going to be VERY CONFUSED when she gets pregnant with adorable but weirdly short only-mostly-Wookie twins. Very, VERY confused. Wait, no, actually this does sound like how his mom explained conception to him, Anakin thinks; never mind. “IT DOES NOT SOUND LIKE HOW MY MOM EXPLAINED IT TO ME,” Padmé says. 
Until Dawn Headcannons
  • Update #2
  • Matt: To me he seems like the kind of guy who adores Marvel/DC/ Superhero movies. Why? I have no idea. But I can't help but imagine him at Halloween being the most excited (behind Josh of course) and just dressing up as whatever superhero he can think of. Ever since he was a child he's been doing it and can even talk the others into joining him in a group costume sort of thing. (Ex: Mike as Batman, Matt as Robin, Emily as Catwoman, Jessica as Harley Quinn, Josh as The Joker, Chris as Riddler, and Ashley as Poison Ivy) On his Tumblr is ALL SUPERHEO stuff. Not even kidding either. (Some can be other funny stuff, but mostly Superheros.) He reblogs a lot of Chris' stuff and Jessica's.
  • Bonus: Total dog person. Power bottom. Tall (5'11)
  • Chris: We all know Chris is a huge nerdy boy who can't get off his phone to save his life. So I think he has a Tumblr (Let's say they all do actually). He's the one who secretly has one, no one knows he has one, but they all follow him without realizing it and always try to talk him into getting one so they all can follow him. He just rolls his eyes and says 'Maybe some time bro.' And they never once find out he has one. On this he reblogs the shit out nerdy stuff he likes (Video games, TV shows, Movies, etc.) and a lot of relationship bull crap that he insists is he thinks is stupid but has a secret love for corny/cheesey things and because of this blog he reblogs a LOT of it.
  • Bonus: He is SO a Dog Person. And I could see him a bit on the chubbier side, just not like, huge. Tall (6'2)
  • Josh: Just like Matt he adores Halloween, maybe a bit more than Matt. By a bit more I mean he goes crazy when it comes to decorating and his entire house becomes one huge haunted house every year and he pays people to actually hide around his huge house and scare people in the middle of one of his infamous Halloween parties. Sometimes he gets so into decorating that he actually forgets to dress up once October 31st comes and goes to get a last minute costume that he always somehow, in such little time, makes look fabulous, even more than Chris's which is usually just cardboard on his chest and he calls himself a knight, so it's easy to outdo him. Hard to outdo Jessica and Emily though, they both go all out. Josh's Tumblr is just full of Halloween shit all year round with the occasional favorite TV show posts/Couples. (Hannigram 5ever)
  • Bonus: He is SO a Cat Person. And I can see him being slighter taller and thin. Also; Power Bottom/Top. Tall (6'4)
  • Jessica: We all know that Jessica is the Queen B, Cheerleader, Homecoming Queen, all that. SO of COURSE she would have an Instagram. I mean seriously, if we follow along with the stereotype she DEF has one. But! Her Instagram is a bit. . .different. I feel like Jessica is a cosplayer and actually enjoys dressing up like her favorite characters, doing make tutorials, all of that. I can see her being the Fangirl of the group and swooning over ships and head cannons and whatever the new trend is on Tumblr or Twitter. And she sends Emily Anon love all the time without revealing who she is.
  • Bonus: Cat Person. Average (5'6)
  • Emily: 4.0 Bitch. She is a know an all, as we can see in the game. But I have a feeling she is actually a bit insecure but tries to hide it by false confidence and knows that she isn't the best but is always trying her hardest. (Strict parents, perhaps?) She constantly posts on her Twitter and Tumblr new fashion ideas and life hacks which Jessica reblogs the hell out of. She reblogs the hell out of Jessica's make up tutorials all the time and always puts a heart in the tags.
  • Bonus: Cat Person. Tall-ish (5'8)
  • Ashley: Ah yes, the girl I wish I didn't relate to but I do. Except I'm way funnier just sayin'. She is a writer as said in the game. So I can imagine her, Sam and Jessica getting along famously, all three of them work together on a lot of projects and Ashley, being the writer will write fanfictions for Jessica and have Sam illustrate them for her. Her Tumblr is full of fanfics, reblogs of her favorite couples, and art Sam has done for her fanfics.
  • Bonus: Cat person, Short (5'2).
  • Sam: I can see her being an artist, and she, like Ashley and Jessica, absolutely adore shipping and head cannons of all sorts and will always read Ashley's work and reblog them for her followers to see and then she normally illustrates the hell out of whatever couple Ashley had written about. And of course she also posts vegan recipes and how to keep healthy and selfies of her climbing trips. On another 'secret' blog of hers (Josh totally found it) She draws pictures of her friends in different couplings, her favorites to draw are Josh/Chris and Ashley/Her. When Josh found that blog she threatened to beat him up if he ever tells anyone about it. (Chris secretly found it and using his fake blog loves to reblog the stuff)
  • Bonus: Dog Person. Average height (5'5)
  • Mike: I can totally see Mike being a theater buff, fighting for the role to play as Romeo in the school reenactment of Romeo and Juliet (Whom of which he always gets Jessica to try out for) I can see his Tumblr being full of nerdy/cute things from famous plays and characters in those plays. He reblogs the shit out of Matt's stuff and without realizing it, Chris' stuff. He sends Josh a lot of prank ideas as well which of course he helps Josh with to do to the girls and/or Chris.
  • Bonus: Cat person. (idk why. . .it fits) Tall (6'6)
  • Beth: I can see her as more of the athletic type of girl. She is always trying out for the school teams and has done every sport there is. She's not the biggest fan of Halloween but loves to see Josh so excited about it. (Though when he hides skeletons everywhere and screams SKELETON WAR she hates his guts.) Her Tumblr is just full of sport life hacks and how to keep healthy. She reblogs a lot of Sam's Vegan recipe posts and Hannah's intellectual/serious posts.
  • Bonus: Dog Person. Tall-ish (5'8)
  • Hannah: Hannah I can being a huge nerd, but the really serious kind. Her blog is full of feminist ideals and how to be equals, she believes everyone should be treated the same not one person is better than the others. Her blog involves a lot of political ideas and how the world should be working and dissing the economy on several posts. She posts a lot of things that can actually help people and always lends a hand to her followers when asked a question. She reblogs a lot of Sam's climbing posts, and some of Josh's silly posts.
  • Bonus: Cat Person. Tall-ish (5'7)
  • Mike/Ashley: Very very rare pairing. But I believe the two of the mare actually pretty good friends behind everyone's backs and Mike constantly compliments Ashley's writings or acting skills when she helps him practice while everyone else is busy or doesn't want to deal with his over dramatic crap. It's a platonic relationship, they go out for coffee a lot and listen to one another go on and on about their days, actually listening to one another.
  • Sam/Ashley: I ship it, everyone should ship it. My head cannon for these two would be that they are constantly bickering about something small and everyone always makes them make up and kiss/hug. Samantha has the biggest crush on Ashley but because Ashley supposedly likes Chris she backs off a bit and just fantasizes and draws. Ashley of course likes her back and wishes that she could tell her but her parents are homophobic and she's too scared to come out. Sam's parents know that she is a lesbian and accept her for who she is.
  • Chris/Josh: For these two I can see them accidentally being together. Everyone actually believes the two of them are together and every time they try to get with a girl the girls asks 'Why?' and 'Aren't you with Josh/Chris?' which confuses the fuck out of these two babies but they insist they're not but no one believes them. I can see them just lying around, drinking, playing video games and sneaking kisses to one another every once in awhile, always insisting no homo until one day it goes full homo. Also, they are both meme loving shits and scream JOHN CENA to one another all the time, or whatever the most famous famous meme is at the time. (Josh walked around with a 'Promblem?' mask on for 3 months until Sam finally ripped it off of his face and destroyed it.)
  • Mike/Josh: These two are constantly pranking one another, there is no boundary and sometime they can hurt each other from the prank but they do it all in fun, neither of them are upset with the other, they just try to find a way to one up one another. I can see the two of them hanging out and actually comparing problems and helping one another solve them and being really good friends.
  • Matt/Mike: 'If I had to choose a dude' Is what Mike likes to call Matt, making the other boy always glare and flip him off while Mike whispers 'I love you' to him. I feel like they'd have a great back and forth to one another and always keep each other on their toes, always waiting for the lighthearted insults from the other. I can see the two of them being the douchebags at parties that jump off the roof into the pool while holding hands and then complaining about things together. (Ex: Emily, Girls in general)
  • Mike/Jessica: Like in the game Mike cares more about Jessica than anything it seems and would do anything for her, but I see them more in a brotherly love way? Like, I adore them together but I can also see them just acting like brother/sister. Still one of OTPs, but I can see them like that. Mike constantly gives Jess flowers and candies and snuggles with her whenever she asks or is in the mood and just worships every part of her like he would die without it, emotionally and physically. I can also see him being the one to fix her hair if she's tired or there's no mirror around for her to fix it herself.
  • Mike/Sam: Even though they are different in almost every way I can so see them together or (like Jessica) in a brother/sister type way. I adore this pairing as well and like them in any way really. I can see the two of them making plans to go climbing together and do dangerous stunts that the others are too chickenshit to try. They secretly cuddle when the other is feeling vulnerable and feel like it's something personal that the other's shouldn't know about and are content. None of it ruins anything so they don't see the point. They care about each other's well being.
  • Josh/Sam: These two I have a small head cannon for; They are best friends due to Hannah, meeting they instantly hit it off and Josh may hold some feelings for her but she has told him on various occasions she thinks of him like a brother. He doesn't mind. She realizes they have a connection, but knows it would never work due to her feelings for Ashley and Josh's for Chris.
  • Chris/Sam: These two of course joke around constantly and are always pushing each other's buttons and making terrible jokes (mostly on Sam's end) and are the people who can go from playful to serious in an instant during their conversations. They sometimes talk about deep, personal matters that Chris tries to shy away from but Sam pulls him right back in, knowing this was important for both of them and in the end they leave feeling relieved and thankful for the other.
The fault in our ARMYs(it's okay, I cringed at the title too)
  • BEWAre it'S VerY LoNG!!!!!
  • OHOHOOHOOO~. So a couple weeks ago, I wanted t write something. A couple weeks ago I was afraid of getting hate. A couple weeks ago, we still had a problem. But I honestly don't care about getting hate anymore, but the fact that it had to come to a point like this before I spoke out? I'm really sorry. Nevertheless, I'm going to speak out now. Let's address the first problem.
  • BTS in Sweden and Germany:
  • - Rap Monster was CHASED into a changing room and ARMYs kept following and trying to peek inside.
  • - Jimin was approached by a girl at an ungodly hour, she shoved her phone in his face, asking for a picture. Being the polite muffin he is, he tried to say "ah-ah no.." But bitches gonna be bitches : )
  • - NEXT UP (yup, there's more), Jin and Kookie were chased down the street by ARMYs they tried to run away no- they were sprinting away but this ARMY followed after them "like a wild animal"
  • -V, my precious baby angel, (I'm not saying that he never gets angry, but he's good with his idol image) Got visibly mad, he looked on the verge of tears
  • -YOONGI had to SHOUT to get the ARMY's away.
  • May I remind you that this was their VACATION, they were trying to relax before they went to a French, New York(Newark really) AND LA KCON. After a comeback, 3 mv's, concert stages and all the fucking promotion, OUR BABIES CANNOT GET A BREAK???? This is exactly what happened in Mexico with them last year. "Fans" threw PHONES at them.DO YOU WANNA KNOW THE BEST PART? Their excuses lmao "If you saw BTS, you would want to talk to them" : )))) these are shit excuses from shit people.
  • PLEASE NOTE: These bitches do not represent the ENTIRE European ARMYs and International ARMY fan base. but they do put on an image and just hint to changes that must be made. BTS, and every other idol or famous person, they are all people, normal people like you and I. So treat them as such, not as fucking ZOO ANIMALS. Also, I hope y'all know how dehumanizing it is to be greeted with a phone.. Like wherever they go, people don't look at them through their eyes, they take a video of it. It's not always fun to be treated like a lab animal, guys.
  • Why don't we talk about army's in general. Okay,
  • @overdosescenarios wrote something like this too and they got hate for it.
  • - ARMY is a big fan base but guess what? THEY ARE NOT THE ONLY BIG FANBASE. (Surprise Surprise) But regardless, SOME army's have this disgusting habit of thinking ARMY's or BTS are above any other groups...huh..weird.
  • - Not all ARMYs but we have a habit of doing this other thing, any video, regardless if it's kpop or whatever, some ARMY comments something and other flock there saying "OMG ARMY" or "JIMIN GOT NO JAMS XDDdDDDDDddd" like ???? Yes I know you're excited to see a fellow ARMY but come oN. Even on Seventeen's "pretty U" they were all over there saying that the video resembled "RUN". Sorry, it really didn't. Like...I guess seventeen ran? But that's it though. Also Carats are like the chillest FANBASE but they got peeved at all the ARMYS. Because if it wasn't someone calling out the resemblance, it was an ARMY apologizing or a CARAT addressing the problem. And you had to scroll all the way down before you reached a comment that addressed the hard work SEVENTEEN put into THEIR video. Smh
  • - DO NOT cOMMEnT EVERYWHERE. It's okay to comment but a good 150 of you flock when someone either has an ARMY shirt, or the word BTS is mentioned. Like one or two, fine. Good.BTS is so great. ITs just cursed by a really annoying FANBASE.
  • - Don't call V an alien, Don't say RM breaks everything, don't do shit like that. They don't like to be known as that stuff It's like getting the superlative for "weirdest kid" in High School. That should not be their legacy, okay?
  • - Don't hate on other groups and DON'T HATE OF OUR MEMBERS. YO I saw people giving v a hard time. What that boiiii ever do to you, huh? Tayang's song wasn't for him. Idols aren't perfect okay?
  • - Don't get mad when BTS isn't included in react videos. I saw so many comments on Buzzfeed about "WHY ISN'T BTS HERE". And I have an answer, BTS isn't the only kpop group worth a mention.
  • - You gotta understand that Rap mon and Suga and Hobi aren't the only good rappers out there. I know that calling Chanyeol (I love yeolie but really lmao) a better rapper than them is a damn disgrace but there are other talented people. And if you are only into BTS and you're calling them better rappers, better dancers, better singers, then you aren't a real fan bruh.
  • BTS started off small, they made their way up and in no way am I,or other good army's letting those little shits crap all over it. THere are people who don't even wanna join our fandom because of the bad apples. Just cut it out please. I don't know if it's new army's or the ones that got in from FineBros or Buzzfeed *shivers* but just stop.
  • Sorry for the rant.

artofroleplaying  asked:

i'm sorry but i'm going to grab some tea and sit at your feet too because you're such a cute little storyteller please bless us with more fluffy wolfstar headcanons

Omg you’re so sweet, thank you so much!! Okay so I’ll just go ahead and do another Everyone Lives AU no one can stop me, and this time let’s try fluffy winter!headcanons;

  • The thing Remus would never admit to anyone is that the cold weather worsens the ache in his bones. It’s a sort of chronic pain that sneaks up on him on the colder days and causes his leg muscles to lock up, another token from his lycanthropy where his legs have taken one too many hits from the Wolf, and it hinders his movements. For the most part he’s used to it and knows how to hide his wince and where to apply his weight. He hid it for so long and no one ever noticed. Until Sirius did.
  • It was sometime in their later Hogwarts years, around the winter holidays when people would run around throwing snowballs and trying to tackle each other into the snow. Remus was used to play games with the other Marauders and run around in warmer weather, but after half an hour out in the snow the pain became a bit much. He let Peter land a snowball on him and disqualified himself with a joke and a shouted insult, then discretely limped over to the sheltered benches. He planned on excusing himself to their Common Room as soon as the pain ebbed away but Sirius cornered him first, and demanded to know what was wrong with his leg.
  • Remus, knowing that he couldn’t lie to his best friend and crush of many years, told Sirius the truth and made him promise not to bring it up with the others bc he didn’t want them treating him any differently or worrying more
  • Cue Sirius Smitten Black nodding solemnly then trying to come up with ideas to reduce the pain
  • “Did you try healing charms, Moony? Or maybe a potion from Madam Pomfrey?”
  • “It doesn’t work, Padfoot, I’ve tried. I just need to rest it for a bit and keep myself warm.” Remus smiled while trying to sneakily message his right knee. He caught Sirius watching his hand and stopped immediately, not wanting to worry him further. “Get back to Prongs and Wormtail, I’m just going to kip in the common room then meet you for dinner.”
  • Sirius rolled his eyes then shouted “Jamesy, Moons and I are off to the tower. Take care of the rat for me.” And James and Peter shouted insults and goodbyes back at them, while Sirius offered Remus his hand and a warm smile. “Come on, and don’t give me that look. I’ve got a Moony to warm up.”
  • And Remus simply blushed and took the offered hand
  • Fast forward a few years, they’re dating and living together, and Sirius never forgets that the colder months can be less than kind to his boyfriend, but that Remus adores them anyway. Remus loves wearing oversized sweaters and having hot tea by the fireplace and watching the world turn a fluffy white, and Sirius refuses to let the pain take this joy away from Remus
  • What I’m trying to say is that Sirius turns into a protective -well, more protective- mother hen in the winter months and Remus finds it slightly irritating but mostly endearing
  • Sirius buys their flat a ridiculous amount of warm fuzzy blankets and drapes one at every couch and chair. He stocks up the fireplace every time the fire dims a bit, which makes Remus sigh contently, and buys hot water bottles that conveniently appear on Remus’s desk or by his side of the bed -much to Remus’s fond exasperation
  • Remus lets Sirius give him leg messages and rewards the tender care with hugs and kisses
  • They’re the dorky couple that wears matching scarves and ugly sweaters, and Sirius even gifts Remus a beanie one Christmas. The beanie looks great covering his boyfriend’s wild curls and Sirius is even more in love and has heart eyes for days 
  • One day he gives Remus socks that he knitted, and Remus actually wears them after he’s done laughing bc “Oh my god, was it you who talked Lily into learning how to knit? Is that why Harry was drowning in that scarf earlier?”
  • “Shut up, Moony, it was a bonding exercise and Evans loved it.” Sirius grumbles but he’s smiling too
  • They spend a lot of the time snuggled up on their living room couch, Remus with a book in hand and his fingers carding gently through Sirius’s hair, and Sirius with his head resting against Remus’s chest, listening sleepily to his boyfriend’s quiet reading
  • So. Much. Cuddling. 
  • One day they make hot chocolate from scratch bc it was snowing too hard to leave the house. Remus watches with a soft smile as Sirius melts the chocolate and talks a mile a minute about flavoring, then walks over to where Sirius is standing and puts his arms around Sirius’s waist, head resting against the back of his neck. Sirius smiles real big but continues talking, until Remus murmurs that he loves him and brushes a soft kiss against his nape. At which point Sirius stutters and turns a pretty shade of red
  • Sirius Black doesn’t blush often but when it happens it’s a work of art and Remus is extremely pleased with himself for it
  • Another thing I need you to consider is mistletoe. Everywhere. Remus hangs up the first sprig at the kitchen door and feels accomplished when he snogs Sirius there a few hours later. But then Sirius fills every doorway in the house with mistletoe and lounges against them like the world’s most arrogant siren, waiting for Remus to pass through and face his fate. Just.. so much kissing under the mistletoe
  • Also omg they exchange cute nose kisses when the weather causes one of them to flush red with the cold, and they hold hands while wearing thick mittens. Such losers!
  • Bonus; Sirius wears some of Remus’s huge sweaters sometimes and he looks so adorable Remus hugs him for a full minute, muttering how “No one has the right to look this good in a sodden sweater.” 

Aaaand I’ll stop here although I can go on about this for ages, I’m not sure if this is exactly what you had in mind but I really hope you liked it!! 


100 Theme Drabble Challenge featuring HopeLight

previous themes

childhood; the au where Hope and Light are childhood friends, and there’s certainly no other feelings involved…especially during Christmas…

Keep reading