the cat who walks by himself

The Cliched Best Friend Story

IMAGINE: Blaise is best friend to (Y/N) and Draco. He’s also the best friend who sees everything between the two. He’s made it his sole mission to make sure that (Y/N) and Draco end up together. 

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warnings:  none. fluff? 

words: 1586 

‘Maybe it was just how they acted around each other. Like their souls knew each other from years ago. They clicked. They were best friends. They belonged to each other.’ 

Blaise walked into the common room and was met with a familiar sight, “Well don’t you two look awfully cozy.” (Y/N) and Draco looked up from the couch and directed their gazes to Blaise and then to their intertwined legs. (Y/N) went back to reading her textbook while Draco gave Blaise a withering glare.

Blaise smiled at his best friends and sat down opposite of the couch they were sitting on, “Did you hear that Potter back talked to Snape again?” He received a semi-interested noise from (Y/N), however she never removed her focus from the book. Draco, once again ignored his friend, more interested in playing with (Y/N)’s hair and reading his newspaper.

Blaise leaned back and folded his arms across his chest. He watched in enjoyment as Draco leaned back more on the couch, now slouching however his legs and arms still managing to touch (Y/N)’s. She leaned back into the new position, this now allowed her to see his newspaper as well. This was one of Blaise’s pastimes, observing people especially (Y//N) and Draco. No matter what they said or denied, he truly believed that his two best friends were together. No one can stand Draco for that long, even if they were best friends since they were born. Everyone agreed that they’re somehow together, everyone in Hogwarts has the unofficial bet: ‘When Will (Y/N) and Draco finally admit that they love each other?’. Even Trelawney said that (Y/N) and Draco were highly compatible because their zodiac signs complimented each other which earned eyerolls from the two.

She brought out the best in Draco -the caring and protective side that no one hardly sees, but whenever she’s around or whenever (Y/N) is threatened, Draco will not back down until he hexes them to death, or get his father to liquify the said person’s accounts. He brought out the best in her too. She wasn’t the nicest Slytherin, but she was the most charming one in their house, making even the most hostile Gryffindor wouldn’t be able to deny her a favour if she asked.

Blaise was brought out of his musing when (Y/N) exclaimed in her seat, causing a very much startled Draco to look at her and drop the newspaper. “Is everything okay?”

(Y/N) nodded eagerly, she jumped up from the couch and ran to grab a quill and a piece of parchment, she mumbled to herself for a couple of minutes while scribbling hurriedly. “(Y/N)?” Draco said to her when she finally stopped writing.

She looked at him with a bright smile, one that he couldn’t help but copy, “Sorry. It’s just for the research that my father wants me to do. I found the article that can help it.”

Draco nodded, “I still don’t get why you’re doing this. Your father owns the law firm.”

(Y/N) arched her right brow and looked at Draco, “How many times do I have to tell you that I want to get accepted through my own volition, not because of my surname?”

“Is that supposed to be a dig at me,” Draco smirked and (Y/N) nodded. “That hurts,” he placed a hand on his heart and frowned.

“Shut it Malfoy,” she sat down next to him and looked at the newspaper. “Four across is wrong,” she spoke. Frowning, she looked at the words and the clues, “Got it.”

“It’s not wrong,” Draco bit back, then looked at the paper and frowned. He discreetly waved his wand and (Y/N) caught the action which caused her to laugh. “Don’t tell me what it is.”

They sat there for a good minute, all the while Blaise looking on, a small smile on his face. He watched as (Y/N) scooted closer to Draco, “I have a secret to tell you.”

Draco looked away from the paper, “What is it?”

(Y/N) looked at Blaise and winked, leaned in and whispered something in Draco’s ear. “(Y/N)! I told you not to tell me!”

She fell back into the couch laughing with her eyes closed. (Y/N) opened them again and saw that Draco was pouting, she wrapped her arms around her best friend. “I’m sorry.” She pulled him tighter, then once their faces were a hairsbreadth apart, a grin broke out of her face, “Not!” (Y/N) pushed Draco back into the couch and took off running.


Blaise watched as his two best friends tried ran around the common room, eventually exiting out of it and continuing their childish activity outside. Right then, sitting on the green leather couch, Blaise promised to himself that he would do anything to make sure that those two ended up together.

Conversations rang across the Great Hall, scrapes of knives against toast were also heard. Blaise walked into the hall, a plan in his mind. Last night, he asked Theo what he thought of the plan, all he received was an eye roll, then two minutes later a snore. He took it as an approval. Walking towards his table with confidence he watched as (Y/N) and Draco had their conversation as they sat around their group of friends. Even from the door he could see that their conversation only revolve around them.

“Draco,” he greeted as he sat down, then turned to (Y/N) and did the same. “I need a favour.”

Draco removed his focus from (Y/N) and looked at Blaise, “What is it?”

“There’s this girl that mother’s trying to set me up with and she’s travelled all the way from Italy to have a date with me.”

“I thought you were dating Ginny?” (Y/N) asked, gesturing her head towards the Gryffindor girl.

“I am. Mother won’t believe me that I’m dating a Weasley. So what do you say mate?” Blaise knew that jealousy was the cure to unspoken love. Just a drop will ensure that those two will proclaim their feelings to each other. Unless they were too stubborn too. Blaise hadn’t thought of that, he forgot how prideful the pair of snakes were.

Draco looked at (Y/N) who merely shrugged, “I can’t.”


“I don’t think my girlfriend will appreciate me going on a date with another woman.”

GIRLFRIEND? “Girlfriend?’ Blaise squeaked out. Draco had a girlfriend? A girlfriend. A girl who willingly wants to spend time with Malfoy?

Draco looked at his friend as if Blaise was the dumbest being alive, “Yeah,” he slowly nodded then gestured to (Y/N). “My girlfriend.”

Blaise turned to (Y/N) who had a slight blush and a smile on her face. “Whe..How…Whaaa?”

“Blaise, for the love of god you come from one of the most prestigious families in the world and you can’t even formulate a basic sentence?” (Y/N) remarked and she was rewarded with a low chuckle from Draco.

“But you said that you guys weren’t dating.”

“We said that two years ago,” (Y/N) looked at Blaise. “Are you well? Do you need to go see Madam Pomfrey?”

“When did this happen?”

“A year and a half ago,” Draco answered.


(Y/N) scrunched up her nose, not wanting to tell the story. It wasn’t embarrassing or anything but she knew if she told Blaise, then Blaise would tell Ginny, then Ginny would tell Ron then so on. Just as she was about to open her mouth, the bell rang. She gathered up her belongings, “Sorry must run off. Potions. Snape.” Draco soon followed and nodded his head towards his befuddled friend.

Blaise sat there for a good five minutes trying to figure just how he managed to miss the fact that his two best friends were dating for almost two years. Granted that they were both the most private people that Blaise ever knew and that (Y/N) hardly ever let anyone know anything about her. It took him 13 years to finally know her middle name and that was only because he broke into her father’s office and looked through documents.

“Mr. Zabini, I do hope that you plan on going to your classes and not catching flies all day with your mouth,” Dumbledore’s voice broke him out of his thoughts. He nodded and gave his thanks to the headmaster. As he walked to Potions, he still wondered how he missed the fact that his best friends were dating under his nose. Then a memory came to him.

It was around a year ago, he had detention with Flitwick on a Thursday and as he made his way after dinner he grumbled to himself. After his detention he made his way back to the dorm when he heard noises from one of the other classrooms. Quietly and sneakily as he could, Blaise walked up to the room and opened it slowly. He saw a familiar head, Dracos’ head specifically, and someone else’s. He couldn’t figure who it was.

If he stayed there for maybe another minute he would have figured out but he was rudely interrupted by Filch’s cat. The last thing he saw was brown hair and the last thing he heard was a breathy ‘Malfoy.’

Realisation came to him, “Bloody fuck. It was (Y/N) and Draco.” He blurted out not noticing that he was in Potions and opened the door. Eyes were on him, including (Y/N)’s and Draco’s.

“Mr. Zabini, detention with me this evening.” Snape bit out sharply. “Get to your seat.”

RIP To My Youth pt. 2

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: It’s the next day and despite the nerves, Y/N is ready to show off her new look to everyone at school. How will they react? With the Vixens tryouts right around the corner and unwelcomed run-ins with Jughead, support from other members of the scooby gang will be needed.

Warnings: Just a few swears it’s all good. 

Word Count: 4343 (Yeah I know it’s pretty long so yano, make yourself a cup of tea, sit down, get comfy and give it a read)

You know in those cliché teen movies where the protagonist walks through the halls of their high school and it’s all in slow motion with some kind of empowering music playing in the background and it’s just completely over dramatic? 

Well, that’s pretty much exactly what I felt like walking into school today, whether that was a good thing or not was an entirely different issue. I was turning heads, to say the least; I put so much effort into my appearance today that I kinda felt like if I didn’t achieve this response I would have completely failed. I tried my best to keep up a confident demeanour, and to my surprise, I was holding up rather well. I think that little pep talk I had with myself in the mirror this morning might have actually worked, hell yes.  

 My burgundy dress clung to my body as I glided down the hallway, ignoring the stares I was receiving a little further up I could see Archie, Ronnie and Kevin in a group by their lockers, they were deep in conversation and hadn’t spotted me yet. Unfortunately for me, in order to get to them, I was going to have to walk past the vast majority of the football team, who were all laughing about something in a group by their lockers.

 My heart sped up and I could feel my pulse quicken, I prayed they wouldn’t say anything as my usual encounters with them usually involved them teasing me in some petty juvenile way. 

As I passed them I held my breath and to my dismay but also surprisingly I was met with a symphony of cat calls, without thinking I turned my head to look at them, I made direct eye contact with the big man on campus himself Reggie Mantle, he just looked at me arms folded leaning against his locker and smirked. I was surprised because usually, he’d call me a freak or something uncreative like Wednesday Adams which Jughead and I had both been called numerous times throughout our years here.  I rolled my eyes rising above it and quickly made my way over to the three familiar faces by the lockers.

 “OH MY GOD” Veronica nearly yelled as she eyed me up and down when I stood next to her, “oh my god is right, YES why didn’t you tell us you were going all extreme makeover, that dress and your hair is literally giving me life right now” Kevin said with a look of amazement in his eyes. “Well, I thought I needed a little change,” I said laughing at the look on their faces. “You look amazing Y/N, I can’t get over this” Ronnie continued, she proceeded to literally poke me in the face, I looked at her as if to say ‘what the hell are you doing’, “sorry I just had to make sure this was real” a big smile was now painted across her face. “I think you broke Archie” Kevin motioned to the red headed boy whose mouth was wide open. Kevin’s words immediately brought Archie out of whatever strange trance he was in “H-hey Y/N, sorry it’s just really weird seeing you look so, so” Archie started “So hot!” Veronica finished. This made all of us laugh in unison.

“I was actually wondering if you two would come shopping with me this weekend, If I’m going to keep up this look I’m gonna need help from the experts” I motioned towards Kevin and Ronnie. “Of course! We will be your fashion fairy godparents, ready to give you all the style advice and direction you need” Veronica said looking at Kevin who nodded in approval of her statement.  

“Thank you guys so much” I breathed a sigh of relief, “Sorry Arch, I’d ask you too but I don’t think girly shopping trips are really your forte” I said looking at Archie.

 “Don’t worry no offence taken you’re right, but maybe I can meet you guys at Pop’s afterwards?” Archie replied. “But of course Archiekins, after a day of retail therapy Pop’s milkshakes are the only way to regain one’s strength” Veronica answered.

 “Oh my god I completely forgot to mention, Cheryl’s having a party at her house this Saturday too, apparently her parents are heading out of town to meet with a private investigator and she’s throwing a party to celebrate her mother giving her back the River Vixens and the new recruit she’s picking after school, so naturally I got the whole gang invited, Veronica Lodge does not disappoint” Ronnie said clapping her hands and grinning, this was met with the rest of us grinning excitedly and thanking her.

 However all I could now think of was that damn audition today, I’d almost forgotten about it, this news of a party being thrown practically in honour of the new recruit was enough to turn the butterflies in my stomach into grenades. The bell signalling the start of first period cut off this thought and brought me right back into reality. “Oh god, we’d better get going, see you guys in the student lounge at lunch break?” Kevin asked, we all agreed to meet there and went our separate ways.

 What class did I have first today? Shit, it was English. My stomach dropped and the grenades started exploding in a far fiercer manor. Jughead was in this class, what the hell was I going to do. Taking a deep breath I started walking rather slowly, in some last ditch effort to delay what was to come; however, in the back of my mind, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to escape the inevitable.  

 By the time I reached my class everyone was already inside and the teacher had begun talking, great if I wasn’t nervous enough to see Jughead I’d have to do the awkward “dash to my seat/ apologise for being late” stunt.

 I took a deep breath and quickly opened the door to the classroom, like ripping off a Band-Aid. Walking in I looked at the teacher who had a surprised look on her face, “ah sorry I’m late Mrs Jackson” I said, before I could scan the room for a seat, the teacher quickly added “oh I didn’t know we were getting a new student today, why isn’t there an office aid with you?”

 What the fuck, did she really think I was a new student; honestly I didn’t think I looked THAT different. Then again she was pretty damn old, needless to say, I was still rather embarrassed. I heard some muffled laughs coming from the students already seated, ignoring them I looked at my teacher, in hope of her getting a better look at my face “Uh Mrs Jackson, it’s Y/N Y/L/N, I’ve been in this class all year” I said trying to sound as polite as possible, the muffled laughter continued “oh so It is! I’m so sorry dear you look quite different today, please take a seat and try not to be late next time” I gave her a flat smile and turned to scan the room.

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Pairing: Kang Daniel/reader (third person)

Word count: 3,775

Rating: 18+ for language, vanilla sexual content, cat facts and shitty jokes/outdated memes

Summary: It’s the hottest day of the year but that’s not to say that things can’t get hotter

A/N: This is just self-indulgent, unedited porn because the thirst is too fucking real my dudes

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anonymous asked:

how would dating daniel be like pls ♡ ?

Originally posted by euigeon

- dating daniel is like dating a kid LOL

- aka two kids bc seongwoo would be every where w daniel 

- and somehow, u get pulled into the mess too 

- also

- walking his cat

- ‘’uhm,,,i don’t think ur cat likes this…’’

- ‘’nonsense!! she does!!’’

- cue the two of u looking back and his cat is just laying there and daniel is just dragging her 

- aka cue the second hand embarrassment u have LMFAO 

- ‘’why am i dating u again’’ 

- ‘’uhm bc u love me??” 

- ‘’listen,,,who the hell walks their cat?!?!?” 

- ‘’mE EXCUSE U’’

- also, cute goodmorning texts!! 

- and goodnight ones!! 

- even if he’s running late, he never fails to send u a goodmorning text and reminding u to have a good day

- and also making sure that u ate breakfast and slept well 

- whenever he knows u take the closing shift, he makes sure to always wait for u and to walk home w you no matter how tired he may be

- he couldn’t live with himself if something happened to u 

- even if he walked to ur house or apartment idk - he makes sure to see u get in the house or whatever to make sure ur safe!!

- if there happens to be a time where u have to walk home alone (which is rare) 

- he would send seongwoo or anyone that he trusts to walk u home 

- and tells u to send him texts on when u leave and when u get home so he knows ur safe

 - a true angel 

- cuddles!!

- lots and lots of it

- and expect a lot of skinship 

- hand holding like 25/8 

- even if his hands get sweaty or yours does idk he won’t let go lol 

- ‘’daniel,,,let go-’’

- ‘’no’’ 

- ‘’but-’’

- ‘’no now shh lets go look at cats’’ 

- loves to shower u in aegyo even if its cringy lol 

- ‘’jirit jirit jirit jirit’’ 

- doesn’t like to show off pda much in public because he believes it should be something intimate between the two of u if that makes sense lolol 

- but loves loves loves giving you forehead kisses 

- believes they show much more affection and sincerity 

- likes to take you out a lot

- like going to see cats at the pet store or animal shelter lol 

- cafe dates!! 

- likes to go cafe hunting to see who can find the best cafe 

- and also the best latte designs

- also likes to explore around seoul and what kind of things that it can offer

- also,,trying out some good bbq and street food

- dates can range from cooking at home to bowling to see whoever would win to fancy dates in nice restaurants

- likes to spend lots of stuff on u bc he thinks that u deserve the best!! 

- ‘’i got this for u bc it reminded me of u!!!” 

- ur personal photographer 

- loves loves taking pics of u - secretly to save or whenever u wanted

- likes taking lots of pics bc he wants to keep them as memories and to see them whenever he misses u 

- also, takes u out shopping a lot LOL 

- isn’t really big on couple items like shirts or sweaters or whatever

- but likes to have matching phone charms, bracelets, or socks idk 

- fights are also rare with daniel 

- most of the time, you two try to talk it out because a relationship is all about communication and trust so,, 

- u too love each other too much to fight lmao 

- but if you do, it would be because of miscommunication between the two of you or pent up frustrations 

- if it escalates to something serious, he would be the one to walk out the door first or lock himself inside the bedroom 

- because he would want to leave before he would say something he regretted and he rather leave than watch the relationship to fall apart

- of course, him leaving would either make you really mad or burst into tears because you would believe he was tired of you 

- comes back out or home (if he was out) after a few hours and calming down

- and wants to talk it out because he believes that its better to resolve stuff quicker than dragging it out 

- comes up to backhugs you and won’t let go until the two of u talk it out

- once u forgive each other, the two of u would spent it snuggling in bed 

- ‘’bc i miss ur touch and i don’t want us to fight again’’ 

- ok on the topic of this, if u were ever upset, he would do his best to find out why

- the type to not leave until u tell him why

- even if u don’t tell him right away, he would stay w u bc he cares about u sososo much and the thought of u being upset hurts him 

- eventually u do bc who can resist this angel?? 

- the type to kiss away ur tears, no matter how cheesy he thinks it is bc all he is focused on is to make u feel better

- and will do what it takes to make u feel better

- please stan him he deserves it so much :(( 


The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas, to me, is analogous to the human condition. Wherein we realize that the human mind is capable of being this blissfully idyllic place but seldom is. Most, if not all, humans know suffering. Most humans do nothing about this suffering, they let it brood in the dark recesses of their mind and front that they’re happy (idyllic). This is in line with The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas because, if you haven’t read or listened to the short story yet, it is about the utopian society that derives its prosperity and happiness from the suffering of one abused, starved and neglected child who is locked away in some forgotten alley of the city of Omelas.

So how does this tie into the Spring Day music video? Well it’s clear that all of BTS in this music video know suffering, they are all seen at various points in time looking somber. They were children in Omelas, the peaceful city where people know no suffering yet they do. In Omelas each child around the age of 14 learns of the suffering child. When BTS each learn of this child individually, unlike the rest of the Omelasians who are able to prioritize their happiness over the suffering of the child, BTS can’t they sympathize with it rather. They understand its pain as they too have suffered for some reason (individual to each member and probably related to I NEED U). This sympathy is what makes them different. That is what makes them the ones who walk away from Omelas. There is no room in Omelas for them (no vacancy).

The shoes in this case. Symbolize ascension. Those who live in Omelas are unenlightened without the idea of what pain, suffering or struggle are. The shoes, high about the ground where the people of Omelas walk, represent enlightenment, something the ones who walk away from Omelas obtain. That is because these people understand both happiness and pain. The duality of life. The good and the bad.

Also, as many have pointed out with the shoes. Jimin introduces us to them by the ocean. This is a connection to the Sewol Ferry sinking. For those who don’t know or need a refresher, the Sewol Ferry tragedy happened April 16th, 2014, wherein 304 passengers, mainly secondary school students, died. This event is deeply ingrained in the collective memory of South Korea and effected much of their daily life, even going so far as to effect governmental policies. We know that this music video is a nod to this tragedy as BTS said so themselves. The shoes that are found at the ocean by Jimin are probably the shoes of one of the passengers who died that day. These shoes then, that are hanging above the earth and represent enlightenment, represent the Sewol ferry victims and how they are too enlightened above us as they understand the good and tragic in life in ways we will never. They are like the ones who walk away from Omelas because they knew great happiness from out life but also great tragedy.

I would like to talk about the train as well. Mainly in that Jungkook sees himself of the train. I believe this to be a reference to Schrödinger’s cat. Schrödinger’s cat is a thought exercise in quantum mechanics where in a cat, a radioactive source, a Geiger counter (thing that measures radioactivity) and a flask of poison are in a box. When the Geiger counter registers even just one atom decaying (a small amount of radioactivity) a hammer breaks the flask, effectively killing the cat. What Schrödinger hypothesized was then at any given point in time the cat is both alive and dead in the box. The radioactive element may or may not decay, this means the cat may or may not die. Of course when you look in the box you will either see and alive cat, or a dead cat but not both but you don’t know which you will see till you look.

In the case of the train, it goes a little something like this: for a Jungkook to see himself on the train, the him on the train must be dead. In the music video a Jungkook leaves the train, runs through some of the other MV sets, including the laundry room, and then sees the train again. This is the alive Jungkook leaving the train then seeing the dead Jungkook on the train. Further, after alive Jungkook see’s dead Jungkook, they camera pans to the Jungkook on the train whose lips are very blue and corpse like and who closes his eyes and does the same. Namjoon, who they show next also on the train, does the same. I think that then this train is a symbol for the afterlife. There are many literary cases of a train being a symbol as a transportation system to the afterlife, perhaps a good example of this is in Harry Potter when dead Harry meets Albus at a train station before being resurrected.  However, in this particular context, they are not so much dead as they are releasing the pain they feel. They are releasing their pain and struggles, that is why the Jimin from the train hangs up the shoes because they are releasing some of the pain they all feel in the aftermath of the Sewol tragedy. This is also why the ‘alive’ Jungkook is seen smiling.

I think this is in line with a photo that circulated from the teasers where there was a ‘map’ of the BTS music videos that were branching. This is due to a multiple universe theory, commonly refered to as the many-universes interpretation or simply as many worlds. On this map there were multiple timelines where different music videos were connected and some were not at all. This leads me to believe that the multiple universe theory is cannon and in this particular timeline they actually live!

Anyways, that’s just what I think is going on in this mv. I hope I phrased it all well for you so you can make sense of it too! It is a very beautiful music video and BTS once again has used many literary devices to make us armys think!


If you want, we could be together?

I’ve gotten so many positive reactions I just had to write more! I did do a bit of editing on the original, and then added some.

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“If you want, we could be together?”

The question caught Marinette off-guard for a variety of reasons. First off, the fact that Adrien was the one asking her was causing her brain to short circuit in all manner of ways. Second, the whole situation was so bizarre she was having trouble wrapping her head around it. She had a stalker. Not Nathaniel-I-have-a-schoolboy-crush-on-you kind of stalker. A bone fide life-threatening stalker. And just in time for Valentine’s Day too.

She opened her mouth and began to stutter, not quite sure what to say or how to respond.

“That’s perfect! Even if having a boyfriend alone isn’t enough to deter him having Adrien Agreste as your boyfriend will have to be more than enough!”

Marinette turned to glare at Alya who was triumphantly looking between the two of them. Her friend’s phone was out, suspiciously upright in a way that it wasn’t when she was just texting.

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Some fun One Punch Man prompts:
  • Saitama’s ordered by the HA to have a physical. His abnormal bodily functions cause the doctor to storm out angrily after his equipment explodes on Saitama.
  • Zombieman is actually eighty years old and accidentally uses “old man” slang. 

  • Genos replaces his earrings with ear tunnels. Saitama sticks his fingers in one for laughs but it gets stuck.

  • Sonic has a really weird collection of pig-related merchandise and everyone is really confused by it.

  • Fubuki and Mumen bond over their shared fear of ranking up in the Hero Association

  • Saitama grows a beard and Genos screams.

  • King plays with his action figures of himself, Genos, Saitama, Mumen and Fubuki. In his fantasies, he’s a cool superhero that likes anime and it’s not weird at all. Saitama walks in on him and ends up joining in.
  • Metal Bat takes his sister to see the latest Sweet Mask movie. To his horror, they end up sitting next to the blue-haired star himself in the theater.

  • Tatsumaki has a cat and it’s literally the only thing she truly cares about.

  • Genos gets an armor upgrade that makes him appear to be overweight. The new design gets lots of backlash, but everyone who knows him thinks he looks fine.

  • Every S-Rank actually knows King’s actually a fake. They just play along so the public will think there’s at least one more hero strong enough to be S-Class.
  • Sonic shaves his head to make him more aerodynamic. Saitama thinks he’s stealing his look.
  • Genos sucks his thumb when he sleeps because it subconsciously reminds him of a simpler, more comfortable time.
  • Sweet Mask takes a week-long break from his complicated schedule and realizes he has no idea how to have fun. He ends up barging in on King and demands he shows him how these “gaming video programs” work.

  • Genos searches for Mumen to properly thank him for trying his best fighting the Sea King.

  • One of Caped Baldy’s haters watches their own child run up to Saitama and fanboy over how cool it was when he punched a monster and saved them the other day. Saitama, as usual, is great at talking to a kid and the parent is very conflicted.

  • Saitama and Genos attend a rigged trivia game show and somehow end up winning.

  • 16-year old Genos arguing about his aesthetic to a suffering Kuseno.
Sir Hugsalot

This one’s for Precious, @saved-by-the-notepad​, because she she deserves a lot of hugs and a Hugsalot of her own <3

Monsoon was a neutral season in the Avengers Tower. While summer meant hogging the pools and cribbing about sunburns, fall meant Natasha glaring at anyone talking about Halloween (Clint simply said Budapest, like that explained all of Natasha’s quirks), and spring was Thor’s paradise while the others watched out for Loki. Winter, by unspoken agreement, was nobody’s favorite.

But monsoon, that was the neutral zone. There was no rule during monsoon, except for Clint’s rules because an unleashed and unrestricted Clint was always a danger to the constantly bleak Avengers PR. Other than those, there were no rules and no set traditions that came to be. It was a quiet season, one where even the loudest ruckus was always tinged by a subdued air. There was no rhyme or reason to it, but Tony always reckoned that it was the rain that brought it. Rain was always moody to the genius; it always flitted between being playful and alive, and morose and stoic. Tony often caught Steve or Thor gazing at the windows, watching a lone raindrop trickle down. Like they were watching some invisible reflection cry.

It was a neutral zone, but not one that Tony always felt comfortable about. He knew his team well enough, despite what a suspicious Hill said, to say that they were all sad creatures wrapped in manic energy and insane power. They weren’t happy by nature, no matter what people saw in a boisterous Thor or a cheeky Clint. Or maybe they were and the job sucked that out of him. He didn’t really know. All he knew was that they had enough of rain dampening their moods on a general range.

He knew that. He also knew that it wasn’t something changeable. But it never sat well with him, as he watched them brood openly - the way he did in hiding in his workshop. 

This irk was fine as it was, if Tony’s itch for some madness hadn’t combined with it one dark evening. He had been watching Steve surreptitiously, as one does when hoping to avoid being caught red handed by the greatest crush of one’s life. The supersoldier had been gazing listlessly at the window, a sketchbook in hand and lost expression on his face. Steve’s sketches reflected his moods, Tony knew that. He also knew that at the moment, Steve’s sketches would be the personification of melancholy. 

It had been sheer dumb luck, as he would explain to Rhodey later, that Natasha and Bruce had been watching Big Hero 6 at that time. Natasha had a strange affection to animation and Bruce was the only one who never acted weird about it, so it was a routine between them to watch an animated movie on the quiet nights. 

“ Hairy baby! Hairy baaaby!”, a lilting robotic voice drew his attention to the large screen and Tony watched as a loopy Baymax petting a grumpy but purring cat with an adoring expression.

“Health care, your pers… personal Baymax companion..” the adorably drunk sounding big balloon of fluff reminded Hiro and…

Tony sat up straight and felt a lightening zing in his brain. His mind raced through the concept and its implications. A personal care provider, he thought with growing excitement. A walking marshmallow who could do the things that Tony knew his team needed but couldn’t do for them himself. The hugging and the caring and the comforting…

“Yess,” Tony hissed in excitement and raised an eyebrow when both Bruce and Natasha shushed him without looking back from their spot. Scrambling to his feet and mind already working over the idea, Tony shot one last look at a somber looking Steve and shot out of the floor with his workshop in mind.

He was going to make monsoon happy goddammit, even if he had to engineer a Disney character modification for it.


“It’s Big Foot,” Sam said after an hour of observing Tony’s masterpiece. Tony’s eye twitched and he suppressed the urge to pour his smoothie down Sam’s head with great restraint. Great restraint.

“It’s not Big Foot,” Tony said in what he thought was a perfectly reasonable tone but Sam’s raised eyebrow hinted that it wasn’t coming out too well, “It’s a StarkPal. A companion with the highest emotional, physical, and mental health care giving capability.”

“It still looks like Big Foot,” Sam shrugged and Tony shot an unrepentant Rhodey a glare from his stool for inflicting this one him. When he had asked Rhodey to come by to see his latest invention, he had not expected him to bring his new boyfriend and Tony’s not-so-secret-secret-friend-and-teammate with him. In an attempt to play civil, Tony had asked Sam for his opinion on the invention.

Biggest mistake of his life in the past three days.

“It looks non threatening,” Tony retorted and Sam shot him a wry look.

“It has an armor. It’s literally wearing an armor,” he pointed as the seven foot tall bot that had a golden armor. Thankfully, it wasn’t metal and seemed more like padding than anything else.

“It looks majestic,” Tony hissed, because he had a thing for armors. Surprising to no one.

“It looks like a Yeti who just got knighted,” Rhodey offered from the workshop couch and Tony really, truly hoped that his best friend would be bitten by that missing bug that Tony forgot to take out last week,

“It’s not…it’s a care companion!” Tony gestured towards the white and gold bot with large blue eyes. That was totally not inspired from any supersoldier.

“I’m not saying it’s not cool,” Sam said with a small grin and hopped up to circle around the bot with sharp eyes, “It’s pretty cool. And sure, the idea is pretty awesome, even if you got it from Disney.”

“They totally got Hiro from me,” Tony countered and Sam raised his hands in mock surrender even though his eyes were warm and laughing.

“Sure, man,” he nodded and looked back over his shoulder at Rhodey, “So, what are we calling Tony’s latest love gift for Steve?”

“It’s NOT a -” Tony bit out with widened eyes but Rhodey spoke over him.

“Dunno,” Rhodey looked thoughtful, “It looks very Arthurian. Should have an appropriate name.”

“Hmm,” Sam hummed, “Kinda like a knight?”

“Yeah,” Rhodey nodded and looked at Tony, “Any suggestions, lover boy?”

Tony ignored the lover boy comment and tilted his head at the bot which was now scanning the three occupants of the place.


“Meh,” Sam wrinkled his nose.

“Lancelot?” Rhodey suggested and the others made unimpressed faces.


“No magic,” Tony quipped and remembered the last time magic brought them trouble. Steve was super mad at him that time, for endangering himself and -

“You seem sad,” the bot spoke up and Tony saw Sam jump a bit while Rhodey blinked.


“My scans and calculations indicate that you are experiencing an emotion,” the bot explained, gazing calmly at Tony, “It says in my database that the emotion is sadness.”

“Um,” Tony cleared his throat and carefully did not look at the others, “No, I’m -”

“My solutions include a variety of activities and dietary implements, along with conversation with your preferred humans. Or me,” the bot continued, “The first on my list of activities seem to be hugging.”

“Oh no, no , no -” Tony was cut off when the knight-bot stepped forward and carefully embraced him in a warm hug.

“There, there,” the bot cooed and patted the genius on his head while gently swaying with him in its arms. 

“Oh my god,” Sam whispered in an awed tone and Tony tried to get out of the hug but it just…felt…good.

“I think,” Rhodey said after a minute, in his smug tone, “we have a name.”

Tony just knew that his magnificent invention was doomed to have the cheesiest name in history.


“Meet Sir Hugsalot”

Hugsalot waved in a half circular hand motion and then did it again when Clint waved back with an amused expression.

“Is this…what is this?” Bruce asked as he took in the seven foot armored marshmallow like bot, “Is this your version of Baymax?”

“It’s an improved version of Baymax,” Tony corrected as though offended and Bruce shared a quick look with Natasha, “This is a StarkPal. Fully functional, real, and marketable.”

“Wait, you’re selling robot friends now?” Clint asked with a choked laugh as he observed Hugsalot with curious eyes.

“Not…yet,” Tony hedged before continuing, “This is a prototype, and I thought, who better to test on than my favorite pigs?”

“We’re you favorite?” Natasha asked deadpanned and Tony winked at her like the completely reckless man he was.

“My favorite guinea pigs,” Tony corrected and moved a bit when Thor came forward to poke at Hugsalot.

“Hello, Sir Hugsalot,” Thor boomed and extended an arm to the bot, “It is an honor to meet you.”

“Hello, Thor,” Hugsalot replied in a voice that Tony thought sounded a bit like Leonard Nimoy, “I must complement you on your attire today. You look resplendent in this shade of red.”

“You taught it to flirt?” Natasha raised an eyebrow at Tony but Thor simply laughed with joy, always liking it when somebody complemented him.

“Tony, he is a great companion indeed!” Thor turned to Tony and clapped him on the back before turning to Hugsalot.

“Well, this is going to be entertaining,” Clint commented and Tony noticed that Steve had been the only one to stay silent through the entire demonstration, noting the supersoldier watching the bot with an unreadable expression.


Hugsalot, or Hugsie as Clint shortened it, was a hit among the Avengers. It was almost creepy if you thought about it but he had become a faster friend to them than any human had.

He would quietly help Bruce with his balcony garden, talking in soft tones about the latest opera music Bruce was listening to. He would gently provide foot massages and hum lullabies to Natasha as they huddled on the couch. He would help Clint do target practice and would never flinch when Clint tried the cliched apple trick on him. With Thor he would listen endlessly to the numerous battle stories and sometimes laments of romance, always offering warm hugs by the end.

But it was Steve that piqued Tony’s curiosity. Hugsalot simply sat with Steve and did nothing. They would sit together on the roof, Steve sketching the sunset and Hugsie staying quiet beside him. They would spend hours in Steve’s suite, where Steve drew Hugsie on canvas and the bot patiently stayed the perfect muse. Steve never really DID anything with Hugsie. He would never ask for hugs or accept them when offered. He was always polite, always kind with the bot, but he never interacted with it the way Tony had intended for.

And Steve still sat by the window, watching raindrops trickle down the glass.

It ate away at Tony for three weeks, making him feel disappointed with himself and dejected at Steve’s unchanged sadness. He felt incompetent. It was the worst feeling he could feel.

Finally, after three weeks, he lost his patience and cornered Steve in the gym.

“So, you don’t like him?”

Steve looked up from the bag he was decimating and then continued with his boxing.


“Hugsalot,” Tony gestured impatiently in the air, “You don’t like him?”

“I never said that,” Steve replied calmly and screw it, Tony never liked calm all that much anyway. He neatly steps between Steve and the bag and raises an eyebrow at the fist that almost hits him. Almost.

“Really?” Steve asked, panting with adrenaline and eyes a stormy azure, narrowing slightly at Tony’s action, “Really, Tony?”

“You wouldn’t hit me,” Tony dismissed the idea with a flick of his hand and stared up at Steve, “Important point is that you don’t like Hugsalot. Which is weird because he’s programmed to be likeable. Natasha likes him, and she doesn’t like most people.”

“She likes you too,” Steve quipped, moving away with grace as he resigned himself to unwrap his hands.

“Yeah, well I’m incomparable, that’s different,” Tony grinned, “I’m an acquired taste and you guys have acquired me by now.”

“Acquired taste,” Steve repeated and shook his head with a small huff of a chuckle, “Like wasabi.”

“You think that would hurt me, but it won’t,” Tony snorted, “Wasabi is a food of the gods according to Thor.”

“Thor…” Steve started to say and Tony raised an eyebrow with a smirk, daring him to say it, but Steve simply rolled his eyes, “ right, of course.”

“Of course,” Tony echoes with a slightly softer grin and then turns quiet for a minute, watching as Steve goes about drinking his water.

It aches him with the fervor of a physical wound, the inability to be useful or helpful to this man. This man, who Tony knows has shouldered more burden than anyone should be allowed. This man who can decimate a reinforced punching bag with the same ferocity as the gentleness he uses to brush strokes on a plain canvas. This man who had captured all of Tony’s expectations and rules and thrown them out the window the minute he had met him. 

This man whom Tony was madly in love with, for every reason he could thinks of.

“I don’t - “ Tony began and exhaled in a shuddering breath as he collected his disappointed thoughts even as Steve eyed him blankly, “I don’t know what to do.”

Steve doesn’t speak, patient and quiet in his silence and Tony tries again

“I don’t know how to help,” he spoke miserably, shifting his gaze away from Steve and glaring at the floor, “How to fix anything. I don’t know…emotions. They’re too, they’re too hooded for me. I’m not an onion guy, Steve and emotions and feelings, they’re like onions. You have to peel back layer after layer. Sometimes people even wonder if I have any. Emotions, I mean, not onions. But I’ve made enough people cry so I’m guessing I do.”

He took a stuttering breath and continued, looking up but not meeting Steve’s eyes completely.

“Monsoons are neutral for us,” he said and he knew he was blabbering, knew he wouldn’t make sense but he had to get it out, “I mean, we don’t have anything against the rains. It rains, it becomes cloudy, we shrug and move on. We don’t really do anything during monsoons, not here. We’re not…we’re not monsoon people.”

“But,” he drags a hand through his hair and laughs weakly, “it does rain. And it screws up our lives sometimes, that wet blanket. It’s not something we see all that well, because we think, oh if I stay inside and don’t go out, I won’t be drenched. The rain won’t affect me. But it still does, because it always does. It’s stupid and it’s pointless and it doesn’t have any logic but it does. Like a lone raindrop on a window pane, it drags us down.”

Pulling on all of his reserves in courage, Tony looked at Steve, actually looked at him and spoke.

“The thing though,” he said, “the thing to remember though, Cap, is that it’s just one of the seasons. And it can’t rain forever.”

“Tony -” Steve’s eyes are bright, too bright, too wide and Tony has never been able to resist them, even for his stupid hugging bots.

“I wanted you to have a friend,” he said, dragging the words out from some dark cavern of his soul, “You have us, yes, but…it doesn’t seem enough. I wanted you to have more. Somebody who wasn’t screwed up and who, for once, didn’t need you to carry their burden or take care of them.”

“I wanted you to have a friend and I created Hugsalot,” Tony said with a shaky, weak grin.

It’s back to silence and Tony has never done well with it. He has always been noise, always been action,but this, this is all Steve. And for this man, Tony would be anything.

“I wanted him to be you,” Steve said after a while, too long a while and Tony’s eyes shot up to meet the azure ones that haunted his dreams and made them too.

“What?” he croaked out and Steve let out a small, shaky grin.

“You made me another me, Tony,” he said and Tony - he was gobsmacked. He simply stared at Steve and felt all the silenced thoughts crashing back on him. The eyes, the personality, the warmth of hugs, the idea of a golden armor to protect the bot, the mannerisms. God, he had created his own Steve.

“I wanted him to be you,” Steve said again and Tony was lost, he was always lost when it came to Steve.

“That’s…that’s a bad idea,” Tony chuckled wetly because what were they discussing anymore. What were they talking about?

“Always liked bad ideas,” Steve shrugged, an easy grin on his face, as though his eyes weren’t shining and his face wasn’t brightening, “Did everything good based on bad ideas.”

“I’m not good at,” Tony waved his hand a bit, “caring.”

“I disagree,” Steve said and tilted his head with a fond expression.

“Or being a friend.”

“Definitely disagree,” Steve chuckled and Tony felt an ache settle, calm down in him.

“Or hugging”

“That,” Steve quipped and finally, finally took a step forward, coming closer to Tony and staring back at him with the fondest expression, “remains a theory to be tested.”

“Yeah?” Tony was definitely not sounding choked but Steve simply nodded, a fringe of blonde hair falling onto his forehead.

“Yeah, and you said something about us being your favorite guinea pigs,” Steve replied and opened his arms with a cheeky expression that had Tony choking out a laugh.

“Guinea pig,” Tony muttered and stumbled forward, unbalanced and yet more steady than ever as he steps up and into a pair of arms that…

…that feel warmer and better than any Hugsalot could ever be.

Steve hummed and tightened his hold lightly, breathing in when TOny snuggled closer into Steve’s chest, burying his face into the man’s chest.

“See?” Steve whispered into Tony’s hair, soft and easy and almost happy, “theory disproved. You’re great at hugging.”

Tony let out a sound, something embarrassing he’s sure, but he didn’t let go and stayed, wrapping his arms tighter around Steve’s waist.

For this man, he would disprove every theory they knew.


Hugsie still lives with the ragtag group of seasonal superheroes who turn out to actually be perennial monsoon people. They’re all a bit damp, a bit of wet blankets, and definitely lone raindrops down window panes. But they also stick around for the clouds to clear and the rainbow that comes out after that.

Well, as Clint says, it’s as good as being hugged by your personal hugging pal.

I hope that this didn’t turn out to be an absolute mess. Lots of love, Precious darling <3 Hope you have a better week ahead :D

Homestuck Characters as Let's Players Because I've Jumped the Shark
  • John: Has been at it for years and has a lot of subscribers because of it, everyone posts gifs of him reacting to different games talking about how pure and sweet he is, when he is none of those things
  • Rose: Does reviews and extensive walkthroughs. Very to the point, but will also set time aside to completely wreck a shitty game design or a nonsense plot with snarky commentary.
  • Dave: Nobody really knows why he has five million subs. He doesn't even use face cam or a decent mic, he just records 10 minutes of pure self indulgent monologue over any random video game. What's this guys secret?
  • Jade: "hey guys! welcome my weekly animal jam stream! counterstrike is pushed back a week because i got banned from my favorite server because they thought i was hacking...but that's okay! how are you doing today everyone?"
  • Jane: Gets a lot of hate from people who think she's completely sold out to her main source of sponsorship, when really she just supports the product
  • Jake: One of those European Youtubers that uses a crap ton of slang from his country of origin and has a near incoherent accent. Fails to grasp stealth based games. He also does a lot of live action videos of him taking different YouTube challenges of dubious levels of safety
  • Roxy: "Yeah, this is your average RPGMaker MV based game, the sprites are the basic pack you get in the game and they forgot to sync up the walk cycles on the NPCs so they aren't running into eachother all the time...OH MY GOD A CAT IM GONNA GO PET IT!"
  • Dirk: Professional editor, doesn't have his own channel but he does occasionally show up in videos with Jake and Roxy, to the point where fans know who he is. Doesn't really want to have his own channel because he feels that would involve pandering to the intelligence of the average Youtube user. Has far too many self image issues to put himself out there as anything more than just the dude behind the scenes making everything click.

anonymous asked:

16 for your favorite ships?

I love choosing my own, ships, thank you! I couldn’t decide but then I remembered just how obsessed I’ve been with Miraculous Ladybug for the past week.

16. “If you want, we could be together?”

“If you want, we could be together?”

 The question caught Marinette off-guard for a variety of reasons. First off, the fact that Adrien was asking her was causing her brain to short circuit in all manner of ways. Second, the whole situation was so bizarre she was having trouble wrapping her head around it. She had a stalker. Not Nathaniel-I-have-a-schoolboy-crush-on-you kind of stalker. A bone fide life-threatening stalker. And just in time for Valentine’s Day too.

She opened her mouth and began to stutter, not quite sure what to say or how to respond.

“That’s perfect! Even if having a boyfriend isn’t enough to deter him having Adrien Agreste as your boyfriend will have to be enough!”

Marinette turned to glare at Alya who was triumphantly looking between the two of them. 

“I still don’t see why it’s such a big deal. I get stalkers all the time and daddy doesn’t even throw a fit anymore,” Chloe said from behind. Alya rolled her eyes and Marinette turned around to face the other girl.

“My family’s not rich or important like yours, Chloe,” Marinette started to explain. “A stalker is nothing to blink an eye at.”

Adrien stepped forward, placing a hand on Marinette’s shoulder.

“Yeah, especially not when he’s not even been akumatized yet. We have to handle the situation very carefully.”

“Or, y’know dude, just wait for Ladybug and Chat Noir to show up,” Nino said from his seat. 

Marinette nervously laughed as Adrien scratched the back of his head.

Sitting at her desk, Marinette sighed. She had had to take down all of Adrien’s posters again, seeing as how he was going to be coming over to eat dinner with her family. She was just about to start on homework when there was a knocking on her window. She yelped and fell out of her chair before she realized who it was.

None other than the black cat of Paris himself was standing on her windowsill, waving at her. Marinette rolled her eyes and got up, walking over to the window. She opened it and moved out of the way for him to come rolling in.

“What are you doing here?” She asked hands on her hips.

“I thought I’d stop by, see how you’re doing,” Chat Noir said, pouting.

Marinette rolled her eyes and sat back at her desk.

“I’m doing as well as you could expect what with a stalker and a fake boyfriend,” she said.

Chat Noir perched himself on a seat and spun in a circle.

“Fake boyfriend, I hadn’t heard about that!”

And that’s all for now–I will be coming back and finishing this, turning it into a full-fledged fic

Concept: Smokepaw coming back to haunt ShadowClan as a ghost, trailing behind the Clan as they cross the mountains. Nightwing always sees him out of the corner of her eye, and when she goes to sleep she can feel his tongue rasp across her ears.

Smokepaw appearing against the trees at night while ShadowClan builds their new camp. Certain spots in the territory are cold to the touch, like something had rested there before vanishing. The kits tell their parents about the apprentice with the weird scar across his back and up his neck who gave them hunting tips. The only time someone sees Smokepaw clearly is when one of them dies and he takes their spirit to StarClan, and even then the only one who sees him is Oakfur- his old mentor.

Blackstar refusing to believe that they’re being haunted (after all, why would a ShadowClan cat feel the need to bother them? StarClan is waiting) until one day he finally goes on a walk by himself and realizes something he can’t see clearly is following him.

“What do you want?” He asks. “How can I put you at peace?”

It’s a whisper through the trees, not a voice, that answers him. My name.

“I suppose you think you’ve earned it,” he answers, “dying like that. Will you leave us alone if I give it to you? Every time you pop up, Nightwing grieves harder. It’s no good- it’s not right.”


“Then come a bit closer.”

The name Smokefoot is said to be whispered throughout the territory, despite Blackstar being the only warrior around to hear it. Nightwing feels her son by her side as she goes to sleep that night, but never again.

Smokefoot never haunts them again.

Land of All | Epilogue

Originally posted by dureowanni

You’ve been told that the Land of All is a myth. A place of beauty that could never exist in this cruel world you call home, but you believe that there is always something beautiful in everything that is ugly. But your life held nothing but ugly, and it would be nothing but ugly. You would never belong in the Land of All, yet you somehow found yourself in that beauty. Such beauty existed, and you hated the idea of being the one to destroy it.

Word Count: 1231

Group: Bangtan Boys

Member: Kim Taehyung

Genre: Romance and Angst

A/N: Thank you so much for sticking with this series. I hope you enjoyed reading this just as much as I did writing it! See you guys later.

Gray Eyes

Taehyung lied on the floor in silence, eyes closed, head resting on his pillow. The apartment was eerily quiet, which was weird because he didn’t live alone in his apartment anymore. As if she had read Taehyung’s questions, he felt a soft, fuzzy poke to his cheek. He kept his eyes closed, hoping to get in some sleep before the guys would come and take him out for drinks.

Another poke.

Taehyung sighed, turning to his side away from her. This is what happens when he questions where she is. He knew she walked around to face him again. He couldn’t hear her, she was quiet when she walked, but he knew she moved to the other side. And, as he predicted, another poke, and another sigh. Opening his eyes, he was met with a familiar pair of different colored eyes. One sky blue, and the other grass green.

“What?” he asked the black feline, hearing her purr shortly after his question. “You already ate, so I’m not feeding you again.” The cat meowed. “No,” he replied, feeling stupid for having an actual conversation with his new roommate. He watched her move towards him, rubbing her face against his before curling herself under his chin. He sighed for the third time. “I’m not a fan of you.” The cat only purred.

Taehyung took her in for very obvious reasons. She reminded him of you.

It’s been about a year and a half since you left, and he wasn’t going to lie when he said it hurt like hell. He had never felt so broken—hell, he didn’t feel as broken when Minji betrayed him. He fell in love with you, and he never got the chance to tell you. He remembered you breaking the kiss, leaving him breathless. You pressed your forehead against his and whispered those three words. Then, when he opened his eyes, you were gone—as if you never existed.

For weeks, Taehyung barely ate, slept, left his apartment all together. The guys tried to get him out of the room, brought him food hoping he would eat, and not matter how many times they tried, they never made any progress in building Taehyung back up. Then, he met her.

The little feline that he found practically dying outside his window on the fire escape. Originally, Taehyung was going to let the small cat die, but when she opened her eyes, he found himself taking in the cat and keeping her. This cat. This needy cat, would build Taehyung back to who he was over time, and he would go back to hanging out with the guys, seeing the relief to have their friend back in their eyes.

The cat was a reminder that what you did, you did it to save him and everyone who lived in All. That is what he would come to terms with half a year after you left. He would never say die because he could never bring himself to believe that you died trying to save him. That you died at all. You were alive, somewhere, happy—

The sound of his door opening caught his attention. “Tae, we’re just going to drink here. Turns out Jungkook is still too young to be allowed in bars,” Jimin said, closing the door behind him.

“Wow, who would have guessed,” he said, unable to help himself as he pet the black cat nuzzled against his neck.

“Shut up,” Jimin said, walking up to Taehyung, giving him a light kick on his leg. “Let’s go buy the alcohol.”

“You can go by yourself. They give you bags to put them in,” he said, scratching the cats head, watching her head follow his fingers. He smirked in amusement.

“I’m not buy one case, Tae. Get your lazy ass up, and let’s go,” Jimin replied, slight agitation in his tone.

Taehyung groaned, forcing himself up off the ground, earning another meow from the cat. “Blame Jimin,” he told her, making his way towards the front door where his friend was waiting.

“Still haven’t given her a name yet?” Jimin asked as the two left his apartment.

“Cat,” he said, making his way down the hall towards the flight of stairs.

“Cat,” Jimin repeated, taking two steps at a time down the staircase. “Cat, the cat.”

“Easy and simple,” Taehyung replied, opening the door that lead him outside where the parked car would be waiting.

“You are such an idiot,” Jimin sighed as the two of them made their way towards the black car parked along the curb.

“Ha. It’s genius and you’re just mad you didn’t think of it first,” Taehyung argued, climbing into the passenger seat.

“Yeah, so mad.” Jimin started the car, putting the car in drive, and drove the car onto the street towards the store.

The drive was quiet—a calm quiet that Taehyung was used to when he drove with Jimin. It was always comforting, and it helped Taehyung relax. After several minutes of driving, Jimin came to a stop along the curb next to the familiar store where they would always buy alcohol. The two climbed out of the car, Jimin walking around the car in quick strides to meet Taehyung as they made their way towards the entrance of the small convenience store.

“Do you already know what to buy?” Taehyung asked, opening the door for Jimin before entering the store.

Jimin made his way towards the aisle where the alcohol resided. “Yup,” he replied in a lazily, emphasizing the word obnoxiously. “Find some snacks for us, I’ll grab the drinks,” he told Taehyung, going down an aisle and leaving the brunette alone.

Taehyung sighed. “When did I become the snack boy?” Taehyung asked in a whisper, making his way down a random aisle. He really didn’t know what he should be grabbing, so as he made his way down each aisle, he grabbed whatever looked appealing to him. The rest of the guys can eat whatever he picked, and if they didn’t like it, they can starve—

Someone bumped into Taehyung, causing him to drop all his items. Cursing to himself, he bent down to pick up his snacks. “I’m so sorry,” a voice said, from behind him.

“It’s fine,” he replied, picking up the chocolate bar. He got to his feet, turning around to face the culprit who ran into him. “I wasn’t paying attention.” His eyes landed on the chocolate bar he had picked out earlier. He took it, eyes traveling up to meet with a familiar pair of gray ones. He felt as if time had stopped for him. You—she—this person standing in front of him looked so much like you. There were similar features she had that reminded him of you. Just little changes, but he still saw you in her, and he couldn’t stop his heart from racing, or his breath catching in his throat.

“Are you okay?” she asked, cocking her head slightly to the side in confusion.

Taehyung opened his mouth to reply, but no words came out.

“Tae, let’s go,” Jimin called from behind her.

Finally, Taehyung could speak. “Right,” was all he said. “Goodbye,” he muttered to her, and she smiled. A smile that was yours. He could have sworn his heart stopped.

“Goodbye,” she began, moving to the side for Taehyung, “I hope to see you around.”

< Chapter XII 

Imagine the Doctor finding out you’d been getting hassled everyday by a group of guys on your daily walk home. They mostly just cat call you and whistle and stuff, but the Doctor gets adorably pissed. After chasing them off, the Doctor grumbles to himself until you make it back to the TARDIS.

“The little… Daleks!”

“Oh they’re on the same level as Daleks now, are they?”

“Of course! No one gets to mess with you except me.”

I want Charles and Aaron being extremely awkward around each other at first

I want them to be professionally cool around each other at the office but totally crushing on

I want Charles thinking he’s not good enough to be with Aaron

I want Aaron thinking the same thing with Charles

I want them to be super timid on their first date (which isn’t really a date. They needed to go over statistics over dinner)

I want Lee to get over his awkwardness, decide to just risk it, and ask Burr if he’d like to go out to eat that weekend

I want Burr to stutter before squeaking out a tiny “yes”

I want their first OFFICIAL date to go exceedingly well

I want them to walk down the street and Lee just slowly puts his hand in Burr’s.

I want Burr to smile to himself before gripping Lee’s hand back

I want Lee to be a blushing stuttering mess after said hand holding

I want Burr to confess everything to his daughter Theo, who is totally supportive of her dad

I want Lee to confess everything to his cat, who (he believes) is totally supportive

I want their first kiss to be more a peck really, but it leaves both of them reeling

I want Washington to be the first one to notice how they actually stand each other now

I want Lee to invite Aaron over for a few drinks a couple of weeks into their relationship

I want things to escalate a bit

I want both of them having to show up to work the next day with shirts buttoned up all the way to hide the hickeys

I want them to just all of the sudden be in a relationship. They literally don’t tell anyone that they’re in a relationship and all of the sudden, they’re always together smiling and laughing

I want Theo to meet Lee and sit him down by the shoulders and give the coldest glare a ten year old girl can give

I want Lee to be terrified when Theo gives him the “if you hurt my daddy” speech, because he knows she would not hesitate to snap his neck

I want Burr to have to smother a grin at this point

I want Leeburr to be in a happy relationship OK??? (( @the-great-gay-jatsby Merry Christmas like 10 months in advance 😂😂)


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From The Marks We Bear series (complete): AU of The Order of the Phoenix in which Harry pursues a relationship with Draco Malfoy.

2. Dementor kiss by Ladtheove [E, 109.6k]

When Draco Malfoy escapes from his cell in Azkaban, the ministry has no choice but to send his best Auror, Harry Potter, to find him. Between the walls of the world’s toughest prison, Harry discovers not only the origin of the most terrifying creatures, but a love against time.

3. Post Tenebras Lux by Cjblack [E, 102.1k]

It had been five years since the light had fallen under the Dark Lord’s reign. The Wizarding World assumed Harry Potter had been murdered by Voldemort days after his capture; few knew the truth. And sometimes the truth can be much, much worse. 

4. Just Not Cut Out for Torture by @whimsicaldragonette [T, 58k]

The summer before 7th year, a restless Harry Potter is captured and taken to Malfoy Manor. Together, he and Draco Malfoy escape to Grimmauld place, where they are instructed to stay put while the Order takes care of more urgent business. Left out of the Horcrux hunt, they hatch their own plans to defeat Voldemort. 

5. The Ancient and Most Noble House of Black by Zakaira [E, 55.2k]

The Ancient and Most Noble House of Black has wards so ancient they have a mind of their own when it comes to who they choose to let in. One night, Draco Malfoy seeks refuge in his family home, on his mother’s side. But it isn’t only a place to sleep Draco wants and an unsuspecting Harry Potter is upstairs asleep in his bed. 

6. Blood, Fangs, and Annoying Blonds by @dracomysunshinechild [E, 41.8k]

There’s something different about Malfoy, much to Harry’s chargrin. What baffles the brunet the most however, is the sudden infatuation the Slytherin seems to have with him. On top of everything, why does Malfoy continue to stare at him like he’s a walking feast on legs? This is going to be a very interesting year. 

7. Colour Me In by littlemuffinshipper [M, 25.5k]

It’s a year and a half after Draco Malfoy escapes his house that he stumbles across Harry Potter, an idiotic painter who can’t dance to save his life. Draco tries to push Harry away, but fate keeps pushing them back together. So Draco is stuck with this gay painter and a blonde haired girl who has a cat named Honey. Whether it’s the gummy bears or the record player, Draco finds himself not only falling in love, but also mending all of his wounds from the past.

8. In Your Arms, Rests My World by @l0vegl0wsinthedark​ [E, 24.2k]

Harry presses his mouth to Malfoy’s forehead; he wants to tell him that he’ll never leave, that he wouldn’t dream of it. “You make me feel safe, Potter.” Malfoy whispers. “You keep me safe.”
From From Then, Until Now series

9. Before My Hopeless Sight by @dwell-the-brave [T, 18.2k]

After dropping his twin sons, Albus and Scorpius, at King’s Cross for the start of their second year at Hogwarts, Harry is informed hours later that both boys have disappeared. Gathering together his friends, he attempts to track down who might have taken them, and find out why. With great reluctance, he calls upon the help of the boy’s other father, who Harry exiled from their lives years ago - Draco Malfoy. 
HD Family Fest 2016 

10. Like Real People Do by @ughcas [E, 18k]

It all started with a hand holding hex. And things… well, things escalated from there. 

other months

easilyaddicted  asked:

"Mob is alive."

(hey this is kinda angsty sorry i tried to make it nice but my hands like to write angst im sorry)

“Mob is alive.”

The entire room exhales, a trickle of nervous energy escaping in tiny rivulets with every passing moment. There’s a hand on Reigen’s shoulder, a shaky breath leaves Ritsu, weary tears mist over Teruki’s eyes. Mob is alive. He’s alive. He’s alive.

The past hours (day? Week? Month? Year? How long had it been since Shigeo was admitted to the hospital?) had been the hardest hours of their lives. A handful of those close to Mob had been contacted, now clustered together in the corner of the waiting room. Nobody knew what to expect– there had been a lot of blood, according to those who were there. He’d gone unconscious… a lightning quick zap of enormous psychic power had left a moon-crater in the street. Thank god no one else was hurt.

Thank god Mob is alive.

“His breathing is regular…” the doctor’s voice fades in and out with the static in the room. The tension remains, though slightly less than before. “…Had to medically induce a coma… internal bleeding… should be fine…”

The Kageyama’s follow the doctor to a private room where more information and paperwork await, leaving in the waiting room Reigen, Serizawa, Teruki and… her.

She sits slightly apart from the rest. For once in her life she is… unsure.

“He’s alive,” she says, as if it were some sort of way to place the guilt off her shoulders. She’d seen the flowers. She’d heard his voice over the phone. She knew the signs of a confession.

A tiny hysterical laugh leaves Reigen, who can’t stop hugging himself in his seat, a hand covering his mouth, eyes distant. “He is. He is.”

Serizawa’s hand leaves Reigen’s shoulder, only to return after a few moments. His eyes are vacant too, but in a different, wandering way. No words leave him. His knuckles are white.

“Of course he’s alive,” Teruki says, as if he hadn’t openly wept five times already, as if he isn’t about to do so again. “He’s Kageyama Shigeo. He’s amazing.”

And he really is amazing. Nobody in the entire world seems to know it. Mob, the kid who has all the power in the world. Mob, the kid who only wants to hold someone’s hand and walk in the sunset. Mob, the kid who has seen so much and says so little. Mob, the kid who values the life of a cat and a stranger far more than himself.

Her hands ball up into fists.

It isn’t fair.

She takes a deep breath.

He’s alive. This isn’t on her now. He’s alive. She can rest easy now. He’s alive. Surely he’ll forgive her. He’s alive.

Mob is alive.

(Send me a word or sentence starter and ill write a mp100 quick fic!)