that other guy he's going to be slashed with

horror movie opening scene
  • white girl: i dont like this abandoned insane asylum, zack.
  • white boy: come on, amanda, 10 years ago tonight, the famous blood skull killer committed his last murder right here and then vanished.
  • white girl: you're just trying to scare me.
  • white boy: lmao
  • they continue walking for a few seconds
  • *white couple hears noise*
  • white girl: babe what that??
  • white boy: i'll go investigate
  • *leaves her alone*
  • *choking noises*
  • white girl: zack!!!
  • white boy: ha ha just kidding!
  • white girl: asshole!
  • white boy: im just playin babe
  • white girl: that wasnt funny but ur still cute
  • *playful kiss*
  • *things turn sexy*
  • *hear noise*
  • white boy: i'll go investigate
  • *he leaves and then there's a silence for a long time*
  • *maybe a thud*
  • white girl: zack! this isnt funny anymore zack!
  • *she walks and he dead*
  • white girl: ahhh!!
  • *killer shows up with sickle or quirky weapon that distinguishes him from other horror movie villains*
  • white girl: ahhh!!!
  • *white girl runs*
  • *dead end*
  • *hides*
  • *thinks she free n safe*
  • *guy catches her*
  • *cuts her*
  • *she dead*
  • opening title slashes across screen: BLOOD SLICE IN 3-D

jathis  asked:

But imagine someone slashing his beautiful face omg.

Here’s what I envisioned: Kylo is making his way through a crowd to get to his private limo. There’s too many people crowding around, Hux is close but is temporary distracted when a flood of fans push through the wall of men holding them back. One of the fanatical fans get close enough to Kylo, pulling out a knife and effectively slashing up the side of his face. At Kylo’s cry Hux tackles the guy before he can do more damage. Furious (he failed, he doesn’t failure well) Hux proceeds to violently beat the assailant unconscious (not dead, the other men pulled him off before it got to that.). 

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Without A Trace

Originally posted by lilygarlands

Prompt: The reader is a member of the BAU and they are working a case where the victims all look a lot like her. Hotch wants her to stay and work the case from HQ because he’s trying to protect her. She refuses to do this and ends up arguing with him until he lets her go with the team. During the case, she gets abducted just like everyone had feared (shocking lol), and it’s up to the team to find her.

A/N: Ok so this is my first fic for the criminal minds fandom and I’m just hoping that it’s alright. I like it, but I guess we will see. This is just the first part of a four or five part series just depending on how people react. Not as much HotchXReader goodness in this part, but I promise it’s coming. This is mostly set up for the next part. Hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: details about abduction, some murder details but nothing too gruesome.

Rating: T

Words: 2.5K

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4


The BAU had been called in to work a case in Raleigh, North Carolina. Eight women had been abducted and murdered over the past three weeks, the newest victim discovered this morning. There was a two day cooling off period between kill, then the third day a body would turn up and another woman would go missing. The victims had all been found on various park benches around Raleigh. All eight victims had sustained seven long cuts down their backs, a deep slash to the throat that severed the carotid artery which was the COD, and their abdomens were torn open. There had also been signs of other forms of torture present on the victims as well: cut from various other surgical tools, cigarette burns, electrical torture, and sexual assault. It seemed like this guy was using any method of torture he could think of. During the briefing, Reid pointed out a fact that immediately unsettled everyone at the roundtable. The victims all bore an uncanny resemblance to you. All of them had (Y/H/L) (Y/H/C) hair, were about (Y/H), and all had been career driven women. Three were corporate lawyers, three had been college professors, one had been a publishing agent, and the most recent victim had been a successful TV reporter. The media coverage of all the murders had skyrocketed after her death and the press had given him a name: The Raleigh Ripper. Hotch told the team to grab their go bags and that wheels would be up in thirty. As the team rushed to grab their things, Aaron hung back to have a word with you. “Maybe you should sit this one out.”

“Why? Just because I fit his type? I’ve fit into plenty of serial killer’s victim pools before and I’ve never sat back and let the rest of you handle it,” you argued.

“I’m just trying to keep you safe.”

“And I’m just trying to do my job,” you shot back, “Aaron, I’m not going to be benched because this sicko has a thing for (Y/H) (Y/H/C) women? I’m going to help catch him.” Hotch seemed a bit taken aback by your outburst. You never used his first name in the workplace.

“Fine, but you’ll go nowhere alone. You will be accompanied by a partner on every part of this assignment and if there is any sign that the unsub has taken an interest in you I will assign you a police detail. Am I clear?” he spoke firmly, staring you down the whole time. You knew that look. He wasn’t going to budge.

“Fine,” you replied and walked away. Hotch sighed, rubbing his hands over his face in frustration before following you out. That should’ve been the end of the whole thing. You would have worked the case and caught the unsub without being stalked and abducted, but there are times when all plans, no matter how perfect fail. This happened to be one those times. You and Morgan were coming out of the autopsy for the most recent victim. After confirming COD was the same and examining the torture, you and Morgan were headed back to the police station to meet up with the rest of the team when a man approached you asking for directions. He was a white man, mid to late thirties, tall, and dark brown hair. He’d asked you if you knew how to get to some grocery store that was supposed to be somewhere near the M.E.’s office. “Uh, sorry I’m not from around here, but maybe-” you’d tried to politely suggest that he walk inside and ask the receptionist, when you’d turned away from him to point to the door, making your first mistake. As soon as your head had swiveled away from him, the man had grabbed you from behind trying to cover your mouth with one hand and the other wrapped around your waist lifting you off of the ground. You could tell there was a rag in his hand and you assumed it was doused in chloroform. “Derek!” You screamed, as you ripped his hand away from your mouth and kicked your feet trying to get him to drop you. Morgan came around the SUV in record time, gun drawn and trained on your attacker.

“FBI! Let her go!” Morgan shouted. This seemed to scare the man into submission. He roughly threw you toward Derek and took off down the alley. You felt the chloroform that had managed to get into your system start to take effect as you started to feel woozy and sleepy. You managed to catch yourself with your hands, so you didn’t face plant on the cold concrete. “Damn it. (Y/N) you ok?” Morgan asked kneeling down next to you.

“I’ll be fine. Did he get away?” you asked grabbing both his arms and letting him help you off of the ground.

“Yes, but we’ll get him. C’mon let’s get you back to the station,” he replied, sliding your arm over his shoulder and walking you over to the SUV.

“You should’ve gone after him instead of helping me. I’m fine,” you said, hand shaking slightly as you buckled your seatbelt.

“Mama, if I chased him down he could’ve circled back and run off with you, then where would we be? You’d be in the clutches of the unsub and Hotch would have my head on a platter for not thinking about what was actually important: the victim in this case you,” Derek said trying to reason with you. He ran around to the driver’s side and climbed in.

“I know. It just feels like he got away because of me,” you muttered, leaning your head against the window.

“(Y/N) it’s not your fault. If you and I can put what we saw together, we might have enough for a composite sketch to release to the media to warn people so that he can’t hurt any more women,” he replied trying to ease your mind. You gave him a small smile. The ride back to the station was relatively quiet, you and Morgan talked about what the unsub had looked like trying to keep the image fresh in both of your minds. When you finally reached the station, you were dreading going inside and facing Hotch. Morgan helped you out of the car, arm winding around your waist to keep you steady because you were still pretty woozy. Walking into the station, Hotch immediately rushed over to the two of you.

“What happened?” he demanded, slinging your other arm over his shoulder.

“Guys, I’m fine. I can walk,” you protested as they basically carried you into the briefing room where the boards had been set up.

“She got attacked when we were coming out of the M.E.’s office from the autopsy,” Morgan said as they gently set you down on the couch.

“Are you ok?” Aaron asked as he knelt down in front of you concern clearly present in his eyes. 


“I’m fine. He, uh, was just asking for directions to some market or something. When I turned my head to look for it, he grabbed me and covered my mouth with a rag. I think it had chloroform on it or something like it at the very least. Morgan came running when I screamed and scared him off,” you explained, grabbing your head which was starting to hurt.  

“Do you remember anything about what he looked like?” JJ asked as she walked over with some water and an ibuprofen.

“Yeah, he was tall, white, dark brown hair and in his mid to late thirties,” you replied, taking the water and medicine from her.

“I think between the two of us we have enough for a composite,” Derek added. You nodded, glancing over at Hotch whose eyes hadn’t stopped studied you since you walked in a few minutes ago.

“We’ll grab one of the sketch artists and have you both sit down with them. JJ, round up some of the reporters and give them the sketch when it’s done,” Hotch delegated. Everyone nodded. Rossi left to go find one of the sketch artists, and Reid went back to his map trying to come up with a geographical profile. Hotch looked over at Morgan who was leaning against the wall. “Morgan, you’re with (Y/N). I’m going to get her a protective detail to stand outside her hotel room, and I want you with her at all times.”

“Hotch, c’mon this is ridiculous,” you protested.

“Clearly it’s not. Look what’s already happened. If you don’t like my orders I’ll have you on the next flight back to Quantico,” Hotch snapped. You flinched back a bit.

“I’m going to give you two a minute and I’ll go help Rossi,” Morgan said and darted out the door and dragging Reid with him. Your eyes followed them out and then flicked back over to glare at Hotch.

“What the hell, Aaron?”

“I’m just-”

“Trying to keep me safe? That’s bullshit, you’ve never done this before and you always try to keep the team safe.”

“You’ve never been almost kidnapped before.”

“And that somehow changes the equation for you?”

“Yes!” he said roughly, thrusting a hand through his hair.

“Aaron, I’m going to say this one time: Do not treat me like a victim, because makes me feel like that’s all I am.” you spat.

“I’m not-”

“Yes, you are! It’s making me feel weak and like you don’t think that I’m good at my job. You’re making me feel inferior!” You shouted and stormed out of the room.

“(Y/N) wait-”

“Let her go, Aaron,” Rossi said, walking back in. Neither you or Hotch had noticed that he had been standing outside the door.

“Dave, I’m just-”

“I know, and I think deep down she knows that too. But right now you need to let her calm down and process what just happened,” Rossi said, trying to calm his friend. Hotch sighed and ran a hand through his hair again. “Everything ok?”

“She’s so stubborn,” he muttered, chuckling humorlessly.

“So are you,” Rossi pointed out sitting next to him. Aaron rolled his eyes.

“I’m just trying to do my job and keep the team safe.”

“The team or (Y/N)?”

“Same thing,” Aaron answered, walking up to the map and studying it.

“Uh huh,” Rossi chuckled, “So how long have you been interested in her?” he asked casually.

“Not relevant,” Hotch replied, dodging the question and willing the slight blush to disappear from his cheeks.

“Aaron-”

“Awhile alright?”

“And you haven’t acted on this because?”

“Because she’s an attractive, young woman and I’m an older divorced man with a child. Why would she possibly want anything to do with me outside of a work setting or a casual team get together?” Hotch grumbled. Rossi stared at him almost incredulously. “It doesn’t matter. Let’s just focus on the case so we can go home. I need coffee,” he muttered, walking out the door. David watched him go and shook his head.

“If only you’d notice she looks at you the same way you look at her,” he said and followed Hotch, noting his own need for coffee. You tried not to look at Hotch as he passed you by, headed directly toward the break room in pursuit of coffee you assumed. You were being childish and fuming, you were well aware of that; however, you felt your actions were somewhat justified. You didn’t care whether or not you had been attacked, you weren’t the victim and didn’t deserve to be treated like one. You especially didn’t want to be treated like one by the man you work so hard to impress and get to notice you.

“How ya holding up girl?” Prentis asked, standing beside you.

“Why does everyone keep asking me that?” you fumed crossing your arms.

“Because you just-”

“If anyone brings up that stupid attack again, I’m going to-”

“You and I both know you’re not actually upset that people keep asking if you’re ok. You’re upset about something that Hotch said to you,” she said effectively cutting you off. You drew back from her hugging your arms around yourself. “You don’t need to be a profiler to figure out that you’re really into him, and I do not mean that you respect and admire him. I mean into him, into him.”

“If you don’t need to be a profiler, then why hasn’t he figured it out yet,” you muttered. Emily gave you a sympathetic smile.

“He probably has but he’s brushing it off as something else because he doesn’t think that you would ever be interested in him.”

“Why does he-”

“Can we ever really explain anything men do?” Emily asked. You rolled your eyes smiling and shrugged your shoulders. “Exactly. I know that he made you angry, and I don’t know exactly what he said but based on your attitude I can make a pretty good guess. He’s not trying to make you feel inferior or that you’re at fault in some way here. He’s just frustrated that someone he cares for very deeply was in harm’s way and he wasn’t there to stop it or help you. If he’s being unreasonable or being too much of an alpha male for his own good and he’s driving you insane, just know it’s his own special way of telling you he cares.”

“I just-”

“We found out who’s been taken,” JJ interrupted rushing in with a new photo and pinning it to the board.

“Oh god!” you gasped, eyes widening.

“What do you know her?” JJ asked.

“No, that’s the M.E. that was performing the autopsies,” you muttered, pacing when it suddenly hit you. “He was on his way to kidnap her when he saw me and deemed me more convenient,” you said absolutely horrified. “I think he might have worked in all the buildings in some fashion. Janitor, electrician, IT guy, something.”

“We did profile that he worked with his hands,” JJ mentioned looking through one of the files that were spread out on the table.

“Where’s Hotch?”

“I think I saw him walk out for some fresh air with Rossi a minute ago,” Emily said gesturing over her shoulder.

“Have Garcia look into anyone who’s worked in all the victim’s workplaces in the past couple of months. He’s gotta be finding out about these women’s schedules somehow. I’ll run and tell Hotch,” you said starting to walk outside.

“I’ll go-”

“Emily please don’t. I’m literally just walking outside,” you pleaded. Emily glanced to look over at JJ who was nowhere to be found because she’d wandered over to Reid helping look over the geographical profile and was on the phone with Garcia. “Just come right back and don’t talk to strangers,” she finally conceded. You rolled your eyes at her and ran outside.

“Hotch? Rossi? I think we-” you said, but suddenly realized that neither of them was out here. You glanced around looking for them. You groaned in frustration and turned to walk back inside when someone tasered you in the back. You shrieked in pain, falling to the ground. You landed with a loud thud on the concrete and groaned. Out of your peripheral, his face came into view.

“Too bad, you didn’t just come with me earlier. Much less painful that way,” he snickered, covering your face with the rag and dragged you back into an alleyway. You tried to scream and fight, but you felt yourself fading in and out of consciousness until your whole world went back. Noticing that you were out cold, the unsub reached into your blazer pocket and took your credentials. He tucked a handwritten note into one side and threw it back toward the doors of the station. He tossed you in the back of his service truck and drove off. The whole abduction took less than three minutes, and you were gone without a trace.

anonymous asked:

Just wanted to ask. Why do you think Lance would be a Slytherin?

The Slytherin traits are cunning, resourcefulness and ambition. I feel Lance exudes these more so than the traits of the other houses.

We see cunning in Lance’s tactical approach at combat. Especially visible inside the Balmera in season 1. He’s crafty and schemeing, not just because you can’t exactly go Rambo in the Balmera because you might hurt it, but because this is his MO. Keith is the close combat specialist, well along-side Shiro, of the group. They have no problem going ham egg and cheese on the bad guys. Lance does, he is the ranged specialist, not suited to close combat. Go in hacking and slashing? No, close the bay doors. How do we get by these sentries? Easy, cause a distraction. Lance doesn’t have the luxury of bruting his way through his enemies, so he improvises. He’s either gonna trick you into playing yourself, or just pick you off.

This kinda goes along with my argument for cunning. While Lance isn’t on the same level of intelligence as Pidge or Hunk, we see he IS resourceful in his own respect. He uses his cunning and quick thinking to offer clever ways to overcome obstacles. Keith you can’t just go in there waving your sword around, I have a better idea I just thought of. Lance is gonna survey the situation (if he can) and come up with a solution suited to his style of combat. 

You can’t tell me Lance isn’t ambitious. Lance achieved his dream at the Garrison of being a fighter pilot. Though it’s stated that he only achieved it because Keith left, it doesn’t diminish his hard work and determination to make it there. With Keith present, he still would have been second in his class. Second! Keith is considered the greatest pilot of his generation and Lance is SECOND I don’t know about you but that’s saying something. But Lance didn’t just get handed this position, he worked for it. Hard I’m sure. His desire to achieve his dreams is strong. He is extremely ambitious.

I’m not saying that Lance doesn’t display other emphasizing traits of the other houses, I’m just saying that he meets the criteria of Slytherin a lot more to me than any other. This is my own personal headcanon, I’m not here stamping my foot down and whining that you can’t headcanon him as something else. Lance, to me, is a Slytherin. To you he might be a Gryffindor or a Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff and that’s fine. Honestly Lance could probably just shuffle around in the houses if he wanted to. He is a WELL rounded character, very balanced. 

Kissing Buddies | Nakamoto Yuta

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the prompt: hiii can you write a scenario where yuta and you are friends w/ benefits until one day he confesses to you (fluff but with a bit of angst)???

words: 1314

category: fluff

author note: I wrote this whole scenario but it turned out rlly messy and angsty so i rewrote it and now I’m really happy with the result!

- destinee

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

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Sodapop x reader--Requested from prompt list

Once again @emilyyyyyyy-0 has requested a wonderful, but long writing soooooo I’m just gonna leave it here for your enjoyment.

“I just want to be alone right now.”, “Run, and don’t look back.”, “Don’t you ever do that again!” & “It’s okay baby, I’m here for you.”

You and Soda haven’t been as happy as you usually are. You’ve been fighting constantly because he won’t stop flirting with girls. You work at the DX with him and it seems he’s flirting with girls more than just for business. You’re not “jealous”, you’re angry that he ignores you and flirts while you’re right there.

“It’s just hard to sit there and watch while you flirt endlessly with girls you barely know!” you yell at him.

“Baby, you know it’s just for business. The girls like coming there because they get attention.” Soda puts his hand on your knee, which you promptly push away.

“What if I want attention?! You ignore me while we’re at work.”

“Well…I don’t mean to.” He give you his best puppy dog eyes.

You furrow your eyebrows. “You don’t mean to? I’m always there! How in the hell do you just forget about me?”  

“It’s not forgetting–”

You interrupt him. “No, it’s ignoring. You do it and act like I”m not yours for the sake of attention from a few girls.”

“(Y/N), you’re blowing this way out of proportion.”

You huff out a long breath. “I am not! I just want you to treat me like your girlfriend everywhere, not just here or whenever it’s convenient for you.” Soda gets up and walks out of the room with a slam of his bedroom door.

You cradle up in the numerous pillows and blankets adorning the bed. You hate fighting with Sodapop, it always leaves you drained. But sometimes he just doesn’t understand how you feel. It’s hard when he refuses to listen.

A knocking at the door startles you. Pony pops his head in. “(Y/N)…uhhh–you doing okay?”

Your voice croaks, “Soda sent you, didn’t he?” Pony nods.

“I just want to be alone right now.” You put your face under the blanket

“If you need anything, tell me.” 

“Okay, Pony.”


When nighttime comes around, you leave because you don’t want to sleep anywhere near Sodapop. You don’t even take the truck or anything, you just grab your coat. When Darry asks you where you’re going, you reply with “Out”.

You’re walking down the road, far from the Curtis house. You wonder while you walk if you can just go to Buck’s place for the night and make Dallas sleep on the floor. But your mind goes blank as soon as you hear the roar of an engine followed by laughter. Socs. 

You try to walk a little faster, but of course the car catches up with you. You turn slightly to see how many there are. Five. Five guys to be exact. You swallow hard. Soc guys are usually up to no good at this hour.  

“Hey! Baby girl!” one of the guys calls out to you. You put your head down. You hear the car stop and the engine shut off. Then you turn to see all five guys rushing at you.

One taller Soc catches up with you and grabs you by the wrist. “We got us a greaser girl here, you guys.” The car isn’t far from where you all are so they usher you back towards it. The tall Soc hands you off to another one with shockingly blue eyes. He forces you to sit on the hood of the car.

“Now,” says the tall Soc. “What’s a pretty girl like you doin’ out here so late?” 

“I’m going home.” you lie. You wish you were with Dallas right now. Hell, you wish you could even be with Sodapop. Just anywhere but here.

A Soc with horse-like teeth begins to rub his palm up and down your thigh. You recoil in disgust, which results in him gripping you harder. You begin to feel your heartbeat everywhere.

The blue-eyed Soc leans forward and kisses you harshly, gripping the back of your neck to force you into the kiss. You push him away. The tall Soc pulls out a blade. He cuts brutally into your leg resulting in a sharp scream. He, then, cuts you across your chin, in an attempt to quiet you. He slashes your forearm. Horse-teeth smiles and stops your screaming with a kiss. These guy are going to–

(Y/N)!” You hear a voice shriek. You push Horse-teeth away and scream out. “I’m comin’, baby!” Sodapop. Hopefully he wasn’t stupid enough to come by himself like you were. You see him and 3 others running towards you. Your throat feels tight. You look at Horse-teeth and the other Socs, who look startled.

Suddenly, a punch is thrown at the blue-eyed Soc, knocking him to the ground. Someone grabs your hand, and you try to pull away. But he turns you around and you see his face. It’s Soda. It’s really him. He pulls you in close, petting your hair.

“Baby, I-I–” Sodapop’s comforting voice is silenced by a Soc’s powerful fist. You start towards him but he quickly gets on his feet. “(Y/N). I need you to run. Run, and don’t look back. Pony’s at home. You’ll be okay.” You nod and run as fast as you can home. The adrenaline rushing through your veins seems to guide you straight there.

You open the door, breathless. Blood is dripping down your face, your arm, and leg. Pony looks you up and down then ushers you to the couch.

You’re surprisingly calm, but Ponyboy isn’t. 

“You hungry (Y/N)? You thirsty? I’ll get you a glass of water.”

“Pony,” you say in a slow voice. “If you freak out, I’ll freak out. Breathe then get me some water.” He sits next to you and breathes deeply. He sighs. 

“How are you able to stay calm when you’re bleeding all over?”

You take a deep, slow breath. “I’ve lived here for 9 months, Pony. I know when I need to stay calm.” He gives you a small smile.

Soda, Two-bit, Steve, and Darry come in and practically fall to the floor. You sit up abruptly, pain shooting up your leg. You hiss in pain and Soda’s gaze darts to you. He hurries over to your still-bleeding form and picks you up bridal style. He carries you to the bathroom. 

Soda sits on the toilet with you on his leg. He grabs the peroxide and bandages. Sodapop cleans you face and arm up, trying to cause you little to no pain.

“(Y/N) I’m gonna need you to shimmy yourself out of those jeans. I have to clean it and wrap the bandages around it.” You nod and he helps you stand. You wiggle yourself out of your blood stained jeans. He sits you down on the toilet while he kneels in front of you on the floor.

“Don’t you ever do that again.” he says quietly. The rest of the time while he cleans you up, you both remain silent. When he’s done, Soda puts his hands on your knees. His eyes stare deeply into yours. “Look (Y/N). I-I’m so sorry. I know I flirt a lot, but it’s for business. The girls like the attention, so they keep coming back. The boss likes the money. You know how it goes.”

You nod your head. “I know, Soda, but–”

“I love you, (Y/N). And if you want me to stop the flirting, I will. If you want me to quit, I will. Just say the word and I will. I’ll do anything if it means that my girl doesn’t feel bad about herself.” It’s then that tears decide to form in your eyes and drip down your cheeks.

“Please don’t cry. Your tears tell me that I’m doing something wrong. I haven’t done shit right since I met you.”

“No,” you say through your tears. “You are doing everything a girl could ask. More than that. I just–I’m selfish. I want you all to myself. I love you, too, Sodapop.”

His eyes look glassy, like they’re about to spill tears too. “There’s nothing selfish about wanting my love.”

“You’ve given me your love and more. I just wanted your attention at work because I’m jealous. Those girls are way prettier than me. They’re nicer than me. They’d treat you way better.”

“Oh hush. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me. When Mom and Dad died, I felt so broken and torn up that I didn’t want to do anything. But you make me so happy, I could die right here, right now and I know I’ll die happy.”

You cry harder and he pulls you to him. “Come on, babe, let’s go to bed.” He picks you up again, pulls the covers back on his bed, and places you onto the bed gently. He lays down beside you.

Your mind begins to race. “Soda?”

“Yeah (Y/N)?”

“Those guys were going to do something to me. It wasn’t going to be good either.” You begin to shake and you whimper, remembering how close that blade was and how it felt to be cut by it. Soda wraps you in an embrace, your face cuddled up to his chest and his arms around your waist. 

He kisses your hair. “It’s okay baby, I’m here for you.”

Can I trust you? -Shance Week Bonus Day 8

So I hope I did a pretty good Galra!SHiro. It was pretty short. Hope you enjoy it.

Altean!Lance/Galra!Shiro or Altean!Shiro

“Lance, look out!” Keith’s voice rang as the room around the Altean prince started to come down. Lance was frozen as he watched a part of the roof came closer when he was shoved out of the way. He slammed into the wall, out of the way and he could feel something hovering over him. He opened his eyes and looked up to see golden eyes looking back down at him. Galra golden eyes. He pressed himself closer to the wall and tried to reach his Bayard, when he hesitated. The person on top of him was human. He had black hair cropped short but white fringe hanging in front of his forehead. The scar on his nose was so prominent on his face. He noticed that his left arm was made of metal. It was nothing like Sendak’s arm, it was sleeker, minus the claws it had. Noticing the prince’s attention, the human looked down at him and gave him a smirk, revealing the fangs he had.

“Can’t have his highness getting hurt now can we?”

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Snowball Fight With A Stranger- Shadowhunters (Alec Lightwood)

Pairing: Alec x Reader(no gender)

Requested by: Anonymous

Request:  If you’re still taking requests, could you do an alec/reader one based on this first meeting prompt “i meant for that snowball to hit my friend but you came around the corner at the last second and now we’re having a snowball fight”

Warning(s): Fluff

A/N: Sorry for the wait, darling! and remember to be careful during snowball fights people, the snow shouldn’t have any stones or ice in them, or else they can do a lot of damage! I hope you like it^^ ENJOY! 

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Originally posted by strictlys

*gifs not mine* 

Snow had finally fallen in New York, and I couldn’t be happier. I was on my way home from work at the bookstore a few blocks down, when I spotted some very familiar figures hiding behind a bench, chuckling among themselves. 

 Slowly I snuck up on them, their attention obviously elsewhere, but just as I was only a couple of meters away from them, something hit me in my shoulder. Quickly looking down I noticed snow sticking to my jacket. 

 «Ha! I got you.» Yet another one of my friends shouted from another bench not far away. 

 «Snowball fight?» I shouted at them, to which they eagerly nodded. 

 «Well, count me in!» I shouted back at them as I swiftly scooped up a handful of snow, forming it into a ball. 

«You’re on my team, Y/n.» I nodded and jogged over to my team, throwing my bag together with the others. 

 ~ 

We had somehow moved away from the benches and towards one of the buildings during our fight, in which I had gotten some solid hits in if I could say so myself. Not that they hadn’t either. 

 When one of my friends on the other team had hit me in the neck not long ago, some of the snow had slipped down into my jacket, distracting me enough for them to get another hit in.

 I took another pre made snowball into my hands, getting ready to throw it at my friend who was standing by the corner of the building, a snowball in the making in his hands. With as much power I could muster I threw the snowball at him, but just to my luck he saw it coming and ducked, only for my snowball to hit a guy coming around the corner.

 The guy I had hit slowly turned his head to look at me, a murderous look on his face. Slowly he crouched down to the ground, picket up some snow, all the while keeping eye contact with me. 

 My friends around me had gotten awfully silent. Without me noticing it, the guy had made a snowball and before I could react the snowball came hurdling towards with an amazing speed, hitting me in the head. 

Luckily it was a soft one.   

The guy I had hit started laughing, his eyes twinkling in joy. Soon he was playing with us, throwing ball after ball without a miss. We were all having a lot of fun, and the snowball fight which had started out as long distance, turned into close combat.

 We had started with proper snowballs what we now threw was more just whatever snow we got up from the ground in whatever shape we managed to shape it in before we had to throw them. 

 All of a sudden without me managing to react one of my friends collided with the new guy, who had at one point said his name was Alec, and Alec stumbled into me, making me fall to the ground, with him on top of me. Both of us started wide eyed at each other were we lay with our faces inches apart, the «snowball» fight still going on around us. 

 Our noses brushed against each other when Alec moved slightly above me so he wouldn’t crush me below him. 

We both chuckled, both trying to get up at the same time. 

That was until one of my friends yet again managed to bump into a half sitting slash laying on top of me Alec with little balance, making him yet again fall on top of me, only this time it wasn’t just our noses that bumped; it was our lips.

anonymous asked:

Okay but imagine this: Yuuri standing up for transboy Yurio and comforting him after JJ misgendered him

OMG THO please wouldn’t this be great and SUCH a good moment for the two of them? 

IDK how much personal interaction JJ and Yurio have had with one another, but obviously it’s enough for Yurio to know he’s an obnoxious little pissant and for JJ to know that boy has boobs and GOD does Yurio not have the fucking time for this today? He’s too pissed/upset at/worried about his, he’s freaked out from that fucking ANXIETY ATTACK he just had on the ice and honest to God if he wasn’t about to go to his interview (and wasn’t on camera) he’d tear that fuckboy a brand new gaping asshole

BUT YUURI DAMNIT, Yuuri heard this shit someone tossed over at his rival-slash-son and fuck you that’s not gonna fly the kid has enough stress without someone coming in to HIS home country where life is probably hard enough being trans and probably pretty fucking closeted TBH. His little ladies first remark to any one else just sounds like guys teasing each other with the general misogyny that they’re taught so early but Yuurio figures if he knows and Victor knows surely some of the others know too and he’s gonna corner that asshole and…NOT rip him a new asshole cause even an impassioned Yuuri is still not a screamer (out of bed i mean what) or a violent man but he’s gonna give JJ a twenty minute scolding in the locker room because do you HEAR yourself? Do you really wanna get on YURI PLISETSKY’S bad side that boy will take a skate blade to your throat while you sleep and even if he WASNT the vindictive type WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU that’s just so cruel who taught you to be such a sexist little nitwit cause it sure wasn’t your mother have some respect Yurio is a smart BOY he’s a good kid and he’s probably going to whoop your ass this round and if I hear you make any remarks about being ‘beat by a girl’ or some shit then me and my sasquatch of a boyfriend will find you


….and that’s when i realized you said “comforting” and not “confronting” and suddenly the entire subject of this ask changes I’m sorry Nonnie I’m American and still in a thanksgiving turkey coma but HEY YOU JUST GAVE ME A GREAT FIC IDEA CAN I WRITE THIS?

anonymous asked:

I just read a post about the different Splinters, and the OP basically went on and on about how 2012 Splinter was the crappiest ever. No parent is perfect, but I guess they think Splinter actually disciplining his children is abuse. True, he wasn't fully honest about the issue with him and Shredder/Shen, but he is flawed and I'm sure had justifiable reasons. But implying he's abusive I think is taking it too far.

I too saw that, and that is the views of others, I cannot change that, but I do understand both points.

See in Asia, their discipline is way stricter then ours, which is why it may look like abuse to those who do not understand the Japanese culture and their ways. Ill assume that OP is an american, like myself, and if not, so sorry about that. Which is why they see it as abuse. I see it as discipline and do not hold Yoshi accountable for his actions.

We must remember, he was BORN and RAISED in japan, he was TRAINED under a MASTER just like the turtles. He is going off by what his SENSEI brought to him, just as the turtles might one day do with their children, and I believe the turtles will have that kind of happiness, cause why the hell not. Turtles deserve that too.

Anyways, I can see why others see that Splinter is abusive, they dont understand. And thats okay. He may have done wrong, but in his eyes, he thought he was doing right, and he is FAR FROM PERFECT, but he has been caring and loving. I have multiple examples of where his father side takes control. Not with just Leo either. He has given each son his time and attention, maybe not a lot of the times, but as I always say, the fans gotta do some work to, they wont show a lot of moments on screen, due to plot, time, ect. So thats where we fans take the time to make those little father to son moments happen off screen, if that makes sense at all.

Here let me list some examples:

Leo:

Season 1- 3: He was always there for guidance, no matter what, he always let Leo vent and express how he was feeling, his worries about being leader and he was there to give advice when needed, he was also there to help with Leo’s girl problem when it made itself known, Splinter may let Leo express his feelings, but he will be the most stern towards his oldest son, for the fact that Leo is the oldest. But I never saw much of his “abuse” come out in the later seasons. If you actually notice, Splinter becomes more trusting of Leo’s actions and decisions with every season, he stops questioning, and in return Leo flourishes into the Leader he is now.

Season 4: I wanted to sepreate this season from the other three, for the soul fact that even in spirit, Splinter was still with Leo. In a way, he was making Leo sane through the space arc, he was healing his son, even though he wasnt actually there. Leo was broken, and still needed his father, and I really think in spirit, Splinter was there. Even if it was just a hologram.

Raph:

Seaons 1-3: These seasons really focused on Splinter and him scolding Raph about his anger issues, which considering what happened with him and his own past, I can see why Splinter is so hard on his hot headed son, deep down he’s terrified of Raph going through that kinda thing. He probably even sees Shredder when Raph starts going crazy with such anger towards Leo. Its why he was always on Raph, and maybe he could of handled that better, but in his own way he was struggling to prevent history repeating itself. The last thing he could bare is to see that happen to his own children.

Season 4: We actually recieved a nice little episode that had a Raph and Splinter scene, but instead of the usual anger stuff, he actually helped Raph to overcome his phobia. And that was a nice change. It was great to see that dad side come out again.

Donnie:

Now here is where it gets tricky.

Season 1: We had an episode of where Donnie was trying something new, of course it didnt have much of splinter in it except for when he’s okaying his sons request about his new weapon, but I remember at the end where Donnie’s brothers were about to become Kraang toast, Splinter came in and gave Donatello the hard truth and said when Donnie really needed to hear at that point, which gave his son the….confidence? he strongly needed.

Season 2: Splinter was there when Donnie was obsessing with April, of course seeing your son beating himself up over his first friend, can make any parent intervene. He taught Donnie a lesson and in the end when Donnie was about to loose hope, he said to Donnie the famous words, “Never give up hope” which gave Donnie the hope he needed. So in his own way, he was always there for Donnie.

Now in the other two seasons, there wasnt many moments of Donnie and him that I can remember, now if you guys have any you can remember then feel free to add some! 

Mikey:

Now here comes the baby of the family, of course he had moments with master Splinter in season 1, but we must not forget the moment in season 3 where Splinter go hurt by Slash and Mikey was willing to stay with him, right by his side, it was a small moment, but it was a moment. Also lets not forget the emotional moment at the season 3 finale.

Mikey had more emotional moments with Splinter then all of them if you wanna get more technical about it. Even though it wasnt shown a lot, we know Mikey and Splinter had some moments.

Mikey and Donnie with Rat Daddy:

Lets also not forget the amount of hugs they do

Season 1:

Season 2:

Season 3:

Season 4:

Not only he was a father to his own boys but he also took in April as his own, trained her, and considered her as his child.

And of course his bond with his own blood child. The child he thought he would never see again…

I can list a lot about the 2012 Splinter, yes he disciplines tough, but his love is unconditional, he’s always there when they needed him, wheather it was a kick in the butt or wise words, he is always there, no matter what.

He is no abuser, if he was abusive, he wouldnt dare let the turtles express their feelings like they do with no consequences, no if he was abusive, he’d be Shredder. Calling Splinter abusive is basically calling him Shredder.

There is a big, A HUGE difference between abuse, and being a strict father.

Compare Splinter with how Shredder treated Karai, then talk, and if they still say Splinter is an “abusive” father, then thats their opinions, let them be. We cant do nothing more to change that.

Also theres one more thing I love to add to this…..

About Splinter focusing on Leo, thats not just in TMNT 2012, if you venture back theres multple verses where its Splinter with Leo. 

Hell thats what 2003 vers was mainly about, was Leo and Splinter, but mainly Leo. There were only a few episodes where I saw Splinter connect with his other sons, so dont hold that to just the 2012 Splinter, because EVERY version is that way, Leo HAS ALWAYS been the one that Splinter mainly focuses on, and it makes sense, Leo is and will always be the leader, so of course he will always be the one who gets more attention, more pressure, and more moments, sorry that i burst that bubble. But I did. I did my history. So dont go there, dont use that as some reason to say Splinter 2012 can go to hell, and bull like that. 

I dont care if you hate him or like him, but dont single him out in that department, finish your research, I mean for god sakes watch the 2003 vers, That one is the main one that focuses on Leo!!! I think thats why its my least favorite verse. It drove me bonkers. haha. And the IDW I dislike really, I think thats actually the only Splinter I actually dont like. 

Okay I think my damage is done here.

No offences was intended, sorry if you got offended. If you wanna discuss more stuff like this or fangirl with me, feel free to inbox me!

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            PRISON BREAK STARTERS, PT. 1. ( ep. 1 - 11 )
           /  death, murder, gore.

‘ you’re telling me you’re gonna walk outta here and i’m never gonna see it again? ’
‘ i don’t have a few years. wish to hell i did. ’
‘ i didn’t want you to come. go home. i didn’t want you to see this. ’
‘ you don’t have a violent bone in your body. ’
‘ he just rolled over. he didn’t put up a fight. ’
‘ i didn’t kill that man. ’
‘ i believe in being part of the solution. not the problem. ’
‘ i’ve got news for you. “trust me” means absolutely zero inside these walls. ’
‘ you spooked her. ’
‘ you’ve got too much potential to be screwing up your life like this. ’
‘ you two have the most dysfunctional idea of love i’ve ever seen. ’
‘ i will not be cowed into forsaking my beliefs. not by you, not by anybody. ’
‘ in a month’s time, i’ll be dead. ’
‘ you’re already dead to me. ’
‘ you’ve been checking up on me. ’
‘ i’m an anchor. all i’ll do is drag them down with me. ’
‘ getting outside these walls is just the beginning. ’
‘ you’re anticipating every one of my moves three moves in advance. ’
‘ you’re one hell of a strategist. ’
‘ he may run this place during the day, but i run it during the night. ’
‘ you don’t gotta look for trouble. it finds you. ’
‘ the man’s a five-time felon. he had no credibility. ’
‘ my whole life has always been crazy and noisy. ’
‘ if he testifies, a lot of people are going down. including me. ’
‘ we’ve known each other a long time… it would be a shame if anything happened to your kids. ’
‘ you want me to fight, i’ll fight. ’
‘ all i need is a weapon. ’
‘ i got a good mind to slash you open right now. ’
‘ your luck just ran out. you chose the wrong side. ’
‘ i never pulled the trigger. that guy was already dead. ’
‘ you’re a dead man! do you hear me? you’re a dead man! ’
‘ they’re gonna kill your boy like they killed mine. ’
‘ do what you need to do to make this go away. ’
‘ if i give you that information, i’m a dead man. ’
‘ do’t make me lie to you. please. ’
‘ you kill him, you kill our ticket out of here. ’
‘ if you were a decent man, and you really loved her, you’d let her live her life. ’
‘ i’m looking to do some damage. i want to do it slow  —  inflict the maximum amount of pain so a guy wishes he’d die, and get it over with, but just can’t quite get there… ’
‘ you’re one sick puppy, you know that? ’
‘ i figured i could play their game and watch him die, or take matters into my
own hands. ’
‘ the world would be better without him. ’
‘ why would i want anyone to watch me die? ’
‘ i know you’re scared. i am too. but please put the gun down. ’
‘ i had to see if you could keep a secret. ’
‘ you wouldn’t be human if you weren’t scared in a place like this. ’
‘ we could cut off all his limbs. he still wouldn’t talk. ’
‘ don’t make this any harder than it needs to be. ’
‘ you renege now and i’m gonna cut you. so you better take care of your business, or i will take care of you. ’
‘ has he threatened you? ’
‘ he deserves punishment as much as the rest of these guys. ’
‘ you know you’re gonna get killed in here, right? if you’re not careful. ’
‘ if we’re gonna pull this off, we need to take one of them out. ’
‘ you’re up against much bigger fish than me. ’
‘ i’d made my peace, then you give me the one thing a man in my situation shouldn’t have. hope. and now that’s gonna be taken away. ’
‘ not even a week here and you’re working it like an old con. ’
‘ i have a little unfinished work to take care of. ’
‘ i abandoned him a long time ago. ’
‘ we’re pissing someone off. when people start breaking the law, you know you’re getting warm. ’
‘ i think it’s time we stopped beating around the bush and go after the damn bush. ’
‘ the chair isn’t the only way to take a man’s life in prison. ’
‘ there’s three things for certain in life  —  death, taxes and count. ’
‘ you probably heard stories about me. they’re not all true. ’
‘ i told you not to apologise. it makes you look weak. ’
‘ i ain’t messing with no diablo. ’
‘ i got enough enemies already. ’
‘ i’m not gonna hurt nobody. i’m a part of the team now. ’
‘ i’m gonna be very clear here, because you and i face an evolutionary gap. you ain’t gonna hurt this man. ’
‘ just don’t make a scene, okay? he gets very uncomfortable with this thing. ’
‘ if you’re trying to calm me down, you’re doing a terrible job. ’
‘ he’s a good guy but he doesn’t understand that you gotta grab the situation by the gonads and take control. ’
‘ you ask too many questions. ’
‘ i’m gonna take care of him myself. ’
‘ you’re not gonna kill him. ’
‘ just have a little faith. ’
‘ we’ve gotta get him on board. ’
‘ how is this okay? someone just tried to kill us! ’
‘ i hope you don’t feel like you owe me anything. ’
‘ i didn’t touch the murder weapon. ’
‘ i am not a stalker. ’
‘ he doesn’t fit the profile. ’
‘ if you go out there, they’ll gun you down. ’
‘ i imagine heads would’ve rolled if he hadn’t been caught. ’
‘ this is a matter for the police. ’
‘ i turned my back on him because i didn’t wanna make waves. it was just easier to look the other way. ’
‘ i used to think he was some kind of conspiracy theory whacko. turns out maybe he was right. ’
‘ what they’re saying about me  —  it’s not true. ’
‘ they killed her. right in front of me. right in front of my eyes. ’
‘ people have killed for a lot less. ’
‘ if you think you’re getting up in this, you’ve got another thing coming. ’
‘ we have to do it in order to keep our sanity. ’
‘ it’s in my nature to want to help. ’
‘ you and i may be stuck together in this little dance, but i call the shots. ’
‘ i’m kinda short on friends in here, in case you haven’t noticed. ’
‘ i need to get out. right now. while i’ve still got my life. ’
‘ if i come all the way out there and this turns out to be a waste of my time, i’m gonna castrate you. ’
‘ you gotta hand the reins over to me now so that i can save your ass. ’
‘ before you pull the trigger, look that son of a bitch in the eyes and tell him i said goodbye. ’
‘ i don’t like getting attached to things if i know they won’t last. ’
‘ i think there’s cynicism and there’s realism. ’
‘ i tell you all about me and you don’t tell me you’re married? ’
‘ you know how many pints of blood the human body has? the answer is ten. ten pints. ’
‘ you decide whose life is more valuable. ’
‘ that’s prison, yo. ’
‘ if you try and swing that piece of lumber at me, it’s gonna feel like your arm is ripping out of its socket. ’
‘ i need you to steal something back that was stolen from me. ’
‘ you’re telling me i have to wait until she dies before i see her? ’
‘ you dragged these people into this knowing that you had no clue how to get them out. ’
‘ their deaths are on your head. you made this mess. nobody else. you. ’
‘ the questions you have about me… there are answers. ’
‘ we’ve got too many people. one of them has to go. ’

2

Axl Rose imagine (requested)

“Axl, Slash’s place is around the corner, you can’t…” Axl cut you short by pulling you closer to him and placing a soft kiss on your lips. You couldn’t help but melt into the kiss immediately. Axl pulled back and gave you a sweet smile. “I can’t help it, baby. Your beautiful lips are too tempting to resist” he said. “Don’t sweet-talk me, Axl.” He pecked your lips again. “It’s true though.”

You smiled at each other happily. You’ve been dating for almost a week now and both of you were in seventh heaven since that day. At first you’ve been scared it might harm your friendship but it turned out that you’ve made the right decision. Your friends didn’t know about the two of you though - you knew they would try to give you lectures about how this would destroy your friendship and Axl was scared they might try to tell you that he wasn’t any good for you although you’ve tried to reassure him that this would never happen. You knew him better than anyone else. Nevertheless you weren’t ready to let anyone else know about you, you wanted to enjoy your time together without someone always interfering.

It was hard not to be glued together all the time but you had plans with the other guys tonight. Axl gave your hand one last squeeze before he let go of you and knocked at Slash’s door. Soon the black curly head appeared at the entrance with a huge smile. “Axl, (Y/N), come inside!” He hugged both of you quickly. “What are our plans for tonight?” you asked cheerily. “Duff suggested to stay home and just hang out instead of painting the town.” “Sounds great” Axl said, at least as good-humored as you. Slash raised his eyebrows. “Are you drunk already or why are you in such a good temper?” “Just happy to see you guys again” you said, Slash chuckled. “Right, after all it’s been two days since we last saw each other.” “You said it!” You followed Slash into the living room and glanced at Axl only to see that he’s already been looking at you the whole time. He winked at you. A simple gesture like that was enough to make you grin like a Cheshire cat since you were so in love with each other.

You joined Steven, Duff and Izzy in the living room.

“You got here together?” Duff asked. “Obviously, yeah” Axl said with a chuckle. Izzy lit himself a cigarette and gave you a smile. “How have you been lately?” “Oh you mean since the day before yesterday where we last saw each other?” you asked jokingly. Duff handed you a bottle of vodka. “Here, in case you’re thirsty for something liquid.” You took the bottle from him with a frown. “Thanks, I guess?” “You seem very happy lately” Izzy mentioned, Steven nodded. “You could almost compete against me with how cheery you are today!” “I’m just having a real good time” you mentioned casually with a shrug. Axl cleared his throat. “So… are we actually gonna do anything special or just chill here?” “I know what we could do. Let’s play a game” Duff suggested with a smirk. Since you were in a great mood you didn’t think of any possible consequences when you cheered: “I’d love to! What kinda game?” Slash groaned. “A game? What the fuck, guys.” “It’s not going to be some fucking board game, Slash” Duff reassured him and shared a laugh with Steven when he said: “An adult game for responsible adults like we are.” Steven wiggled his eyebrows. “Maybe we should get some more ladies then.” Duff looked at you and grinned. “Oh, one is more than enough.” Only now you realized that you and Axl might be stuck between a rock and a hard place. You glanced at him shortly, he made a helpless face. “Oh my… what game is it?” Izzy asked and he didn’t seem all too excited. “Truth or dare” Duff announced. Your face turned pale immediately. Out of all the things you could have done tonight playing truth or dare probably was the worst option.

“Come on, (Y/N), take the last sip. We need a bottle” Duff said. You gulped and drank up what was left, then placed the bottle on the table you sat at. Whilst Duff spinned the bottle you felt someone taking your hand. You turned your head to look at Axl, he was focused on the bottle though but you could see a hint of a smile upon his lips when he squeezed your hand lightly.

“(Y/N)! Your turn!”

Everybody’s eyes were on you, you looked down on the bottle which pointed exactly at you. Duff gave you a smirk and you weren’t sure what his game was but at this very moment you simply knew he suspected that something was going on between Axl and you. Maybe you just got paranoid but you couldn’t risk to take truth and being asked a question whose answer would reveal everything.

“Fuck you, Duffy” you said with a chuckle. “I choose dare.” “Well, that’s brave. And also very, very stupid.” “This would be the perfect moment to get up and run away, (Y/N)” Izzy mumbled. You gulped. “Probably.” “Alright.” Duff pointed at Slash. “I dare you to give Slash a blowjob.” Steven burst into laughter, as well as Izzy and Slash. You sent Duff a glare. “You gotta be kidding me!” Axl chuckled. “I don’t think you should take that serious.” Duff shook his head. “I’m dead serious, buddy.” He nodded at Slash. “And I don’t think Slash would be very upset about it.” Slash smirked. “Not really. Blowjob is blowjob.” “Maybe she’s not drunk enough yet” Steven supposed. “Maybe (Y/N) just won’t suck everybody’s dick for fun” Axl growled. “Why’d you care?” Duff asked. Axl rolled his eyes. “Maybe I’m the only one here who’s not being a dickhead. (Y/N) doesn’t want to do it.” “Oh, I think (Y/N) would be up for shit like that at any time” Duff talked back. “You could give me a handjob instead” Slash suggested which caused another fit of laughter. You were close to tears when you looked at Axl. He returned the look and sighed. “Okay, shut the fuck up everybody. There is a reason why (Y/N) won’t do it.” “She can’t handle a dick my size” Slash said which caused everyone to laugh once more. You rolled your eyes. You were tired of playing hide and seek all the time and since they would not pay attention to what you were saying you simply wrapped your arms around Axl’s neck and kissed him passionately in front of everyone. First you thought Axl would push you away but he kissed you back and pulled you even closer to him. When you let go of each other it was deadly silent for a moment until Duff proclaimed: “I knew it! I fucking knew it!” “What the hell is going on?” Slash asked. “What do you mean, you knew it?” Steven asked, his eyes still glued to Axl and you. Izzy met you with disbelief. “How long have you been dating? Is that why you’re so happy?” Axl rolled his eyes at Duff when he started laughing. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you, asshole?” “Hey! That was the only way to find out if something was going on without actually asking you.” Steven nudged his shoulder. “Damn clever, Duffy.” “Why didn’t you tell us though?” Izzy wanted to know. “We thought you’d keep telling us that it was a bad idea and so on” you explained. “A bad idea? To me you’ve always been like a couple” Duff mentioned. “It was about time that you start dating.”

For the rest of the night you decided not to play any more games and simply hung out together. Axl put an arm around your shoulder and gave you a sweet smile. “I’m so glad you kissed me” he whispered into your ear. “It feels like a weight was lifted from my shoulders.” You pecked his lips. “And I’m glad you stood up for me, baby.” “Stop flirting when we’re around!” Duff complained. “Hey, it’s thanks to you that you guys know about us. Now you gotta deal with the consequences.” Duff poked his tongue out at you and what he said next caused everyone to laugh: “You’re really made for each other. You’re both a pain in the ass.”

(GN'R hiding Izzy’s proposal to you)

Lately any time you got home after Izzy, when you walked in the door he immediately became skittish and would stop whatever he was doing. In the five years you’d known your boyfriend he had never acted this way; something was up, but you just didn’t know what. You figured you’d find out when all of you went to Axl’s later that night for a small get together.

Walking into your bedroom Izzy practically jumped out of his skin hearing you walk into the room. “Hey, babe, you ready to go to Axl’s? I’m just going to fix up my makeup and we can head out” Izzy nodded his head as you walked into your small bathroom. With your blush brush in hand you walked back into the bedroom curious to see what Izzy would do, as expected when he heard your voice he nearly fell off the bed. “Izzy! What is going on?!”

Izzy looked up at you nervously trying his best to hide it with a smile. “Nothing, Y/N, why do you ask? Hurry up; we gotta get goin’ honey, you look great!”

You knew something was up and you had every intention of fully interrogating the rest of the guys tonight. The ride to Axl’s place was awkwardly silent; Izzy didn’t even try and hold your hand, he kept both hands gripped to the steering wheel and keeping his eyes only on the road not once looking at you.

Upon arriving at the house, you grabbed your boyfriend’s hand, which was clammy and uncontrollably shaky, while you waited for someone to open the door. After ringing the doorbell three times and knocking twice Axl finally opened the door, greeting you both with smiles. After saying your hello’s to everyone you pulled Axl off to the side to talk to him. “Okay, you know Izzy better than anyone. He’s being strange, he’s skittish and can barely stand to be in the same room as me lately… What’s going on with him?!”

Axl dodged eye contact staring at his hands, thinking a while before he spoke to you. “Nothing’s going on with him, Y/N. You’re just over thinking things again, don’t sweat it! Let’s go grab you a drink, that’ll set your mind at ease.”

Axl told Duff to go fetch you a drink, you still weren’t satisfied with the information you were getting from Izzy or Axl. You snuck into the kitchen to sneak up on Duff and ask him about the whole thing, maybe he would know something. You grabbed Duff’s arm and heard him mumble “shit” under his breath before taking a sip of the drink supposedly for you. “Duff, is Izzy cheating on me?”
Spitting out the clear liquid he had just gulped rather than sipped, he looked at you with the most utter disbelief. “Are you kidding me?! Izzy cheatin’ on YOU?! What type a drugs are you on the guy plans on marr…. Shit, here’s your drink, I gotta piss.”

Duff shoved the almost empty cup into your hand as he fled from the kitchen, leaving you there alone even more confused as you’d been previously. Slash and Steven walked into the kitchen together and they stopped talking immediately as they saw you, attempting to turn around and walk out. Before they were able to get both feet out of the kitchen, you pretended you needed help preparing food. “Wait! Guys, I need help with this over here… Please?”

Slash and Steven exchanged uneasy glances at each other before hesitantly coming to help you. “What can we help ya with, Y/N? We don’t know anything about Izzy.” Steven grinned at you pretending he wasn’t hiding something while Slash elbowed him in the ribcage.

Placing your hands on your hips you looked at them with a glare, then stomping your foot on the floor throwing a rare temper tantrum. “Why can’t any of you idiots just tell me what’s going on?!”

Slash tried to hold back his chuckles after witnessing you acting like a five year old before peeking out into the living room; walking back over to you and covering your eyes. Steven made faces in front of you making sure you couldn’t see anything before Slash further guided you into what you assumed was the living room. “I’ll tell ya what’s goin’ on.”

Slash took his hand off your eyes to uncover what all of the secrecy had been about for the past few weeks. Izzy was in the middle of the living room down on one knee, holding a small black velvet box in his hand. Before you had fully even gotten up to your boyfriend, you were covering your mouth and your eyes were filling with tears. “Y/N; will you make me the happiest man, no luckiest man, well happiest man too… Ah shit, baby will you marry me?”

In too much shock to be able to speak you nodded your head for what seemed like forever until Izzy slipped the ring onto your delicate finger. After much celebrating throughout the night; while you cuddled up next to your fiancé admiring your ring, you decided to tell all five how you felt about their secrecy leading up to the action. “All of you suck! I thought Izzy was cheating on me, I thought all of you were hiding it from me to save me from getting hurt, and all of you are fuckers!” You looked up at Izzy and plugged his nose. “Especially you!!”

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“See you tomorrow at practice,” The guys tell Slash as you begin parting ways after a long night of drinking, “Bye Y/N, you two stay out of trouble.” Axl waving as you all go the opposite direction. Slashes hand is gripping yours tightly, as you both make small talk..

“I’ve never seen people take so many shots,” You giggle thinking about how the boys had easily thrown down nine or ten shots on top of beer galore. “I guess I know now why every time you call me on tour you sound so smashed.” You look up at him a smile on your face.

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Bad Boy BTS- Shades of Grey- Hoseok (Part 8)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 , Part 9

Your whole body moved when the man shook you by your hair, but you never broke eye contact with Hoseok. You were terrified, but you tried to tell him without speaking, that you weren’t blaming him, that none of this had been his fault, and that you were thankful, for he had tried to protect you from those men as best as he could.

“I SAID BACK AGAINST THAT WALL!” The man yelled at the boys, who all stood up. They walked towards the wall, standing against it, with panic in their eyes. You could see the expression of disgust on Jin’s face, and the anger boiling inside Suga’s veins, as they stared at the man holding you, and you realized, they cared about you.

So much for bad boys. You muttered with a bitter laugh. You couldn’t believe it, these guys, who had a reputation for being ruthless troublemakers, who were thought to be nothing but the lowliest of people, cared more about you than your parents did, the parents who had abandoned you at home, for an unknown length of time, being a minor, and hadn’t actually even bothered to call you up to check on you.

“Please let her go…” Begged Hoseok, falling to his knees. He knew there wasn’t much he could do. If he tried anything, he would either be stopped by the other men, or the man would slash your neck, and he would lose you forever. Although at this moment he didn’t know what would be worse for you, death, or whatever those guys were planning to do to you. His insides churned at the sole thought of it, and he wanted to be sick.

“We will let her go… once we are done with her. I promise we will return her back safely once we have had our fun… Well, as safe as can be anyway.” He told him with a disgusting evil laugh, which reminded you of the villains in old movies. It would have been almost comical, had he not been threatening to rape you and who knows what else.

You began sobbing desperately, covering your face with your hands. The man laughed cruelly, and once again, pressed the blade a  little harder into your neck, drawing blood. You could feel its warmth rolling down your neck, and staining your t-shirt. You looked at Hoseok once more, trying to remember every feature of his face, for comfort, and just in case you never got to see him again.

The man pulled on you harshly, hurting your scalp, to get you to stand up, and you obeyed immediately, pursing your lips tightly so you wouldn’t squeal out loud from the pain and fear. You stumbled, as he continued to grab you in such a way that meant you had to bend over. You had never been put in such a submissive position before, and honestly, you didn’t like it.

The man lowered his knife, and began walking towards his friends, when out of the blue, he was knocked on the side of the head, and he fell over, pulling you down with him, but his hand loosened almost immediately.

You scrambled to your knees, and backed away as quickly as you could. You lifted your head, and saw Namjoon straddling the man that had held you captive before, and punching him fiercely on the face, over and over again, until his knuckles were as red as the man’s bloody face.

At that same instant, the boys pulled themselves away from the wall, and the fight resumed, except that this time, your boys had the upper hand. You backed away further against one of the pillars, and noticed a man knocked out against a wall, the man Namjoon had been fighting. You smiled, Namjoon was smart, he could have made a move earlier, but he waited until the knife was safely away from you to fight, and no one had seen it coming.

You felt a sudden wave of relief wash over you, and for some reason logic cannot explain, you began crying even harder. You were safe now, your boys had saved you.

The intruders ran off, picking up the unconscious members of the gang, cursing and yelling at your boys, who stood weak, and bloody, but victorious. You ran towards Hoseok faster than you ever thought you could run, and held him tightly.

“Hoseok… Hoseok…” You cried into his arms, as he held you tightly.

“I’m so sorry Y/N… So so sorry… I should have never brought you here… “ he cried, unable to keep up the tough act anymore. His heart was shattering, falling in pieces to the ground. He began shaking, his whole body trembled with fear of what could have been, and relief, adrenaline slowly moving out of  his veins.

“It’s okay, I am okay.” You told him, as he held you tightly.

You watched the guys nod at each other, and begin to clear up the area, taking away the things they needed to take back. You watched Suga pour beer over a cut, and you almost opened your mouth to argue with him that it was probably not the best idea, but you kept it shut. He must have done this many times, and until they could get back home and tend to their wounds, cheap beer would do you guessed.

Hoseok looked at Jin, and mouthed something you couldn’t see, but Jin nodded, and grabbed his car keys. Suga sighed, and began walking towards Namjoon.

Hoseok began walking with you, but you could see him limp, so you put yourself under his arm, and helped him support his body weight with your body. He thanked you softly. Even beaten up like this, his face was still beautiful.

The drive back to your house was silent and uncomfortable, and every now and again you could see Jin checking his face in the mirror, and hissing at the sight, it was borderline hilarious how that seemed to be the only thing he cared about.

Hoseok grabbed your hand tightly in his, but he continued to look ahead at the road, you felt blood still trickling down your neck.

Jin followed Hoseok’s directions, and parked outside your house, grabbing his phone and beginning to text someone. Hoseok opened the door, and once again helped you out. You walked up the steps to your house, and opened the door. Hoseok followed you inside.

You walked up to the kitchen, to grab something to clean your wound with, but Hoseok took the disinfectant from your hand, and with the help of a cotton bud, he gently cleaned the wound. He didn’t speak, but you could see shame and guilt in his eyes.

“Hoseok… Will you stay with me tonight?” You asked him, looking at him, sat beside you on the sofa, still gently dabbing at your neck, trying to clean off all the blood, before placing a gauze on your neck, to make sure no bacteria could enter it, and the wound wouldn’t re open.

“No.” He whispered shortly, without looking you in the eyes. Your eyes widened, your heart dropped.

“Why not?” you asked him. He looked at your eyes briefly, before looking away.

“I can’t. I can’t see you again Y/N. I am too dangerous for you. Look at what happened tonight. You are not safe with me. You could have been killed, or raped, or worse. I don’t want to know. I can’t see you again.” He yelled, as he stood up abruptly, dropping the cotton in his hands.

“Hoseok you can’t be serious! You saved me tonight! Without you I’d be dead!” You replied, tears beginning to well up in your eyes. The sight of your tears made his heart ache, but he had to stay strong.

“WITHOUT ME YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN SAFE!” He yelled back, running his hands through his hair. You flinched at the sound of his raised voice.

“Please don’t leave me Hoseok… I don’t want to be alone tonight… Please… Don’t you love me?” You asked him, large, crystal clear tears rolling down your face, your bottom lip quivered.  Hoseok looked away.

“I do love you. That’s why I’m doing this. I’m sorry Y/N… Stay safe… Goodbye.” He replied quickly, before darting out the door, and back into the car.

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Thomas’ sweater was fighting me so it turned in to a one piece, he seems to really enjoy those anyway. I figured, Life gives me lemons.. make Avocados.

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I’ve been living in this apartment with my mom for 10 years now

I’ve seen a lot of things and heard a lot too…

these are my apartment adventures

one time when I was 7 this stressed 30 year old woman knocked on the door and asked for my UNO cards and 5 hours later she happily returned them

Whenever my Albanian neighbors gets pissed at me they play loud ass music that has lots of artistic clanging in it

last week I heard “you better stop eating all the damn fucking cheese” and then a guy go “whatever”


The Albanian guy from downstairs was outside trying to get a dent out of his car and was like “Some person ran into my car and look at this big dent, I don’t understand this big dent. So mean of them” and I was like awkwardly “yes that’s very rude, I’m sorry”

My brother broke our toilet by falling out of the shower and cracking it up, my mom started crying while throwing towels everywhere hysterically, we knocked on the neighbors door and he shut off the water but he was like “Lol how’d you manage this?” and my tall ass brother was like “my body”

The Albanian guy from downstairs was singing to his daughter like the “monkeys jumping on the bed” thing and she was giggling so loud and I almost started crying because of how cute it was

These two brother’s lock each other out and bang on their front door yelling and they are like 16 and 18 and it’s fucking childish and you can hear the sound so clearly so one day I opened my door and was like “CAN YOU NOT” and he was like “BUT IM LOCKED OUT” and I just shut my door sassily and the excessive banging stopped and my mom was like “what if he slashes your tires??”

Same guy was standing on top of his car shirtless smoking some cigs and yelling “WE DON’T NEED SCHOOL” and all these guys were standing by his car going like “yeah” “yeah” “yeaaaah”

This guy was standing out in the hallway holding a tv and he was an obvious fuck boy and he was on his phone saying “i have the tv for Netflix and chill”

Unknown boxer briefs always chill in the parking lot and I always wonder if someone is stripping down in the parking lot at night

Once this little boy had to take out the trash in like a foot of snow and he was wearing shorts so I ran to him and asked if I could carry him to the trash bins, while carrying him I realized he must of at least been 7, and that I was carrying a heavy young boy, and it was extremely awkward but he was wearing shorts and he would of had to trudge through all that snow!!! And I almost dropped him but we made it and then I carried him the whole way back and then he ran inside and I was just like “I probably ruined that young man’s pride” because I was like 13 at the time and trying to carry some growing boy through the snow

Reylo Discussion

Originally posted by magicalelvenpotatocat

Just stares deeply into her soul. Maybe into her mind. Not even taking the chance to kill her.

Originally posted by the-garbage-chute

He is in so much pain, but yet he has to have one more look at Rey..Before he sees her again in the future..


Originally posted by starwarsgethyped

It pisses me off when people say Kylo was trying to kill Rey– that was not happening at all.I don’t get it. I don’t. In a visual story book Kylo says that he doesn’t want to kill Rey. There you go antis. It’s a canon book too. And questions about the book has had a response from Rian Johnson, who said it is canon material. I’m sure you’ve all gone through this situation where some idiot says “Kylo tried to kill Rey!” In this gif above he’s just trying to disarm arm her somehow, and most of the fight he’s *defending* himself. Many people go to the scene as when Kylo threw Rey into the tree with the Force. Again, this was only a defensive come back. Rey was the one *posing as a threat* and was not leaving without a fight. She was trying to *shoot* him. Because I mean.. She’s mad. And emotionally unstable right now. She calls him a monster, which has to hurt. And it does, when he says “Han Solo can’t save you” his voice cracks, and you can just tell he’s more than upset. He’s devastated. He then punches himself which takes an emotional toll in Rey. The sight makes her… Upset. And pain makes him stronger in the Force of the Dark side. And I’m sure that killing her was not in his mind for him to kill her, or even fight her. Maybe-but only to see how she fights. Who knows. Kylo wants to teach her. And when he was leaning over her, speaking in this beseeching voice that she needs a teacher and he wants to show her the ways of the Force. That was not: I WANT TO KILL YOU!!! It was I don’t really want to kill you.And while she connected with the Force, he just watched with that intense gaze. (The first gif) Wtf. ( I LOVE IT) What baddie does this to the enemy? And something that hits me is why did Rey close her eyes and not do anything for a long moment when this ‘monster’ is hovering over you, breathing heavily, waiting for your next move. Maybe even a response like: “Yes, I’ll let you be my teacher… But under one condition…” (I wish, and he wished too) Does or did Rey trust him in that moment or did she know that he wouldn’t kill her? Did she think this was some sort of game? And when Rey was defusing his lightsaber–oh my– they were holding each other’s arm. Like Rey is defusing the Dark. Maybe this symbolizes when the Dark side is destroyed?You’d think they’d just slash at each other’s faces and cut their hands off or something like that if they *both* truly hated each other. They don’t- especially Kylo. But no–faces close together, holding on to each other.Like..it looked like they were going to freaking kiss (I WANTED IT TO HAPPEN SO BADLY) while Rey defuses his lightsaber. I think Kylo just gives up and lets her.He was just too weak, Rey was burning his energy. He has been deeply injured, physically and emotionally. It’s almost like they know each other, two ‘enemies’ fighting in this snowy white forest as the base is about to explode and their staring into each other’s eyes and holding arms. They’ve only just met, and there having this sexual ambiance going about. And when Rey leaves, as the ground separates them, they share this deep glance. And it almost looks like Rey is sorry. And Kylo isn’t even freaking mad. HES NOT MAD AT ALL!!! OMG!! Rey sees that. His face is like ‘ I’m sorry’ ‘come back, save me’ That glance means so much, like we’ll see each other in the future. (Reylo has already started guys. It’s sure going to pick up again in Episode 8, and *there going to have an interesting relationship moving forward) Rey looks like she really regrets slashing his face, after all she was tempted in the Dark sides powers. And ahem… Don’t forget that Rey looks back, when she is about to go on the Falcon, she quickly*looks* back- to see if he is alive, being taken away. If she didn’t give a damn, she wouldn’t of bothered to look back. BUT SHE DID. In TFA novel it is said that his men are their and taking him. Also in the TFA novel Snoke says to Ren that he has compassion for her. It’s canon material and his compassion for her definitely shows. He has a dark obsession for her. And the thing is, this fight relates to Obi-Wan and Anakin. Which is very interesting. That’s another day, another post, to explain that one…