the colouring is just really nice on his face

RFA with an MC who is seeing colour for the first time!

inspired by one of @anyway-i-love-vanderwood minor trio reactions (because I have no requests and I honestly think this is the cutest idea). 

I made this an MC with complete colour blindness- also known as achromatopsia- which is the most severe form of colour blindness and results in seeing only in monochrome (black and white). 


✮ you both got your eye surgeries at the same time 
✮ he was so excited to see you completely and he was smiling so wide as you both saw each other in the waiting room of the clinic 
✮ you haven’t said anything yet 
✮ he asks you what you’re thinking about 
✮ you just 
✮ “your eyes. what colour are they?” 
✮ ‘they’re purple’ “I love them. I love purple.” 
✮ is blushing so hard and he just hugs you super hard 
✮ holds your hand while you slowly walk outside 
✮ he doesn’t wanna overwhelm you 
✮ gets excited with you as you run around looking at everything
✮ he cries a lil he’s just so happy for you 


✎ you decided to surprise her at work with a really colourful outfit (that, admittedly, looks a little ridiculous) 
✎ it takes you a while to get to the cafe because ‘wow! those flowers are so pretty’ ‘what colour is that person’s shirt?’ 
✎ when she sees you she’s kinda surprised because you don’t usually wear colours because you don’t know what they actually look like 
✎ she goes up to you and is like ‘MC your outfit is very… different’ 
✎ but you’re smile is bigger than your face 
✎ and you say that the colour of the walls is very nice 
✎ ‘yeah, thanks’ 
✎ doesn’t realise at first 
✎ you just stand there staring at her for a while until she gets it 
✎ ‘wait,,,, whAT’ 
✎ hugs you and spins you around 
✎ is super giddy when you tell her you love her eyes 


✽ is sitting in front of you 
✽ you’re looking around like ‘woah wtf’ 
✽ and he’s like ‘MC look at me! look at me!’ 
✽ because that’s just what he’s like 
✽ you look at him with bright eyes 
✽ and then,,, ‘your hair is the same’ 
✽ is kinda disheartened until you grab his face and just stare really closely at his eyes 
✽ ‘woahhhh’
✽ ‘what colour are you eyes?’ 
✽ he’s super excited and proud when he tells you they’re red
✽ admires your amazed expression as you kinda tilt his head to look at different perspective 
✽ is so excited to take you everywhere and loves how excited you get 
✽ tries to brag to all his fellow actors that you can now see colour 
✽ and they don’t really get it?? 
✽ and zen just realises how everyone takes colour for granted~~ 


₩ he paid for the surgery 
₩ of course 
₩ when you see him you’re like ???
₩ ‘jumin it didn’t work??!’ yikes 
₩ he’s like ‘wtf are you talking about i will SUE THIS HOSPITAL’ 
₩ then the doctor comes in with a colour chart and you’re like 
₩ ‘oh,,,’
₩ ‘oHH’
₩ and then look back at jumin and you’re like 
₩ ‘your hair and eyes are black,,, you’re still as beautiful as I remember!!’
₩ and he’s just ‘omggg’
₩ holds your hand and lets you drag him around 
₩ he loves listening to you rant on about all the colours and how pretty they are 
₩ even if he already knows 
₩ he admires how beautifully you describe everything 


⌨  made you a pair of those sunglasses (i have no idea if this would work with full colour blindness but,,, we’re doin it anyway) 
⌨  he puts them on you while you’re sitting face to face 
⌨  you have your eyes closed when he’s putting them on and then open them after
⌨  you practically lunge at him 
⌨  he yells he was not expecting that 
⌨  you just kind of stroke his hair and lie on him looking at it 
⌨  he is s h o o k 
⌨  he thought you were cute before?
⌨  bAM 
⌨  cuteness level x38927839257
⌨  he doesn’t really wanna go outside so he’s like 
⌨  ‘my monitor is super HD you can just see all the colours in the comfort of our house!’ 
⌨  you drag him outside 
⌨  he decides that it was definitely worth it 
⌨  he gets excited with you 
⌨  you’re like ‘the grass is so… gREEN?!’ 
⌨  and he like forgets what the world was like and goes ‘omg yOU’RE RIGHT’ 
⌨  ‘seven why did you get glasses like that?’ 
⌨  immediately tries to take the glasses off 


Sharp. [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

Summary: Hey! Could you do a Bucky X reader where the reader has wolverine powers? The reader is a new recruit and no one knows about her powers until she saves Bucky out on the field and when they come back she shuts down and won’t speak until Bucky kisses her? The rest is up to you P.S love your writing ❤️

Warnings: angst? don’t know.

I got way too stressed out over this fic and I don’t know why.

When Nick Fury personally escorted you into the tower, Bucky was the only one who was present. It was still one of his first few months there, and so the team were not authorized to not take him on missions as yet.

Quiet, reserved, non-approachable. All the adjectives that could describe him when he had first entered the Avengers Tower, and probably still could be described as. 

So when he noticed himself in your fidgeting fingers and downcast eyes, he took it upon himself to make sure you weren’t as astray as he was. He’d be your best friend and he’d do the same as Bruce had done for him- made him feel accepted.

He figured that maybe you both could be friends, that maybe you’ll learn the ways of the Avengers together. Maybe you’ll grow together in the tower, and make sure the other was safe. And so as he approached you with a kind smile and warm eyes, Nick was a little taken aback, but he soon realised that he knew what kind of a spirit Bucky was.

“Hi,” he said nervously.

As your eyes looked up at his, he was positive he felt his world cease. Because you had the most stunning eyes he had most probably ever seen.

Uhh-” He scurried to collect his thoughts before he made a fool of himself. “-umm.

And when you gave him a tiny wisp of a smile he felt like his heart would bolt out of his chest because damn it, if it wasn’t the most uplifting things he had seen in a while.

And that just laid the foundations of what cemented your friendship. The myriad of small things you both would do for each other, owing to the fact that to the both of you, the other undoubtedly one of the best people they knew. 

Sometimes you’d bring him his laundry and sometimes he’d pass you the remote to watch whatever you pleased when you sat down next to him on the couch. Sometimes you’d help him with making breakfast for the others and sometimes he’d buy your favourite kind of cookies without being asked to. Sometimes you’d just sit there in silence with him and sometimes he’d do nothing too, just occasionally look at you to find you staring ahead peacefully and that’d be enough for him.

After a few more months of strenuous training with the rest of the Avengers, it just occurred to him that he was still clueless as to why you were asked to join the team.

He knew of your healing properties, but he suspected that that wasn’t all. He’d ask Steve, but Steve would just reply with the tenuous shake of his head and a ‘You’ll see it later’. 

And so when the time did come, neither of you were braced for it. 

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You broke him

Oh my goodness, that really makes me happy to know! Wally is actually one of my favourite characters (comic wise cause I’m not up to date with the series yet!) and thank you for sending in this request. I’m not sure how it came to be like this but I think I had a fun time writing this request of yours! Hope you enjoy!


Also current votes for my Disney Au series: Dick has 5 votes and Damian has 4 votes. Those who sent in their votes to my ask, your votes have been accounted for! Thank you! If any of you still want to vote, go ahead and drop a vote!

“Come on, a little part of you had to see this coming, Barry.” Iris glances at Barry who is still a tad bit gob smack after accidentally walking in to Wally and you making out passionately. He had never run out so fast in his life – not even when he had to run around the continent to save several people. “I mean; how did you not see this coming years ago?”

“Huh.” Barry says dumbly. It seems as if he still cannot move on from the image he had just seen. Iris’s question rings in his ears. How in the world did he not see that coming? Barry has always known the two of you are very close but that had been it. Wally is close to quite a lot of girls and the way he treats you is also the same way he treats other girls, there really is nothing special with how he treats you when Barry compares it to how he treats, Artemis or even M’gann, for example.

Iris chuckles and that chuckle turns in to a full blown laughter (that she really tried hard to keep down) because the looks on both Wally’s and your face are just priceless. But what still blows Barry’s mind is the fact that Wally is holding your hand in his, fingers laced together.

“Y/N and I would like to apologize for you walking in on us…” Wally clears his throat and you lean close to his shoulder, to laugh quietly, starting to feel the embarrassment. It really is embarrassing to have Barry walking in on the both of you – Wally had been on the verge of taking off your shirt too and you know for sure Barry had seen Wally’s hand up your shirt too and your cheeks flush when you realize he might have seen everything in slow motion. “I swear I locked the door.”

Iris snorts and shakes her head. “You probably did; Barry has this habit of just walking through.” Iris dismisses Wally’s excuse. She was once a teenager too and she definitely has her fair shares of making out with her previous boyfriends and having Joe walking in on her and her ex-boyfriend too. More than she can count so really, this is something she understands. “So long as you guys take care not to get too carried away, I don’t quite mind.” Iris shrugs.

You turn to look at Wally, nudging him slightly with your elbow. Wally turns to you and you mouthed ‘best aunt ever’ causing Wally to grin at you, nodding his head in agreement. “Well,” He turns to look at Barry and frowns. “What’s up with Uncle Barry?” He raises one of his eyebrows.

Iris glances at Barry whose expression is stuck between a grimace and a smile so she chuckles once more. “Oh, he just didn’t see the two of you happening.” Iris comments and you look at Barry. Wally does the same too and blink a couple of times.

“Really, Uncle Barr? You really did not see this coming? How?” Wally asks exasperatedly. He thought his feelings for you had been really obvious – he certainly was not able to hide it carefully enough from you although you grew up with men whose detective skills are highly impeccable.

Iris lets out a laugh with a head toss of her hair. “I honestly don’t know – you my darling boy aren’t really as subtle as you may think.” Iris teases Wally causing the latter to snort and roll his eyes playfully.

“I feel like I got caught doing something I was not supposed to be doing.” You laugh quietly but now that Iris had helped diffuse the awkward air around the three of you, you are no longer feeling embarrassed. Instead, you find the entire thing a little bit funny. Judging by the look on Barry’s face, it looks as if the both of you had broken him.

If this had been your family and if any of your brothers had walked in on Wally and you, you will definitely not be hearing the end of it. Not even when you are dying – even then they will probably bring this up too, just for the fun of it. You can already imagine the look on Alfred’s face and not to mention, Bruce’s face too! It would be so horrifying for you.

Though you doubt Wally would come out of it unscathed. The moment your brothers had found out you are currently together with Wally, Dick had some colourful word choices for his best friend. It was the typical – “if you ever hurt Y/N, I will make sure you regret it, Wally West.” Sort of thing and it is really nice to know that your brothers all care of you in their own ways.

“How about you two run along now? I think Barry just needs a little bit of time to wrap this around his head.” Iris side-glances her husband, shaking her head.

Wally turns to look at you. “Shall we, my lady?” He winks exaggeratedly at you and you laugh, shoving him playfully before nodding your head. “We’ll be back later, Aunt Iris!” Wally tells Iris who simply nod her head, walking over to her husband, intending to snap him out of his stupor.

“Does this mean I am going to be related to The Batman?” Barry’s star struck voice is the last thing you hear as Wally pulls you out of the house, intending to bring you away for a nice date. You could only laugh.  

Siblings Bonds

Rating: K+
Summary: The Vongola are a close-knit group, the Guardians especially. They are the ones who watch over Lambo and take care of him, and so it’s only inevitable that he begins to address them, one by one, as his siblings. 

It was only natural, really, that Tsuna was the first person Lambo felt comfortable calling brother. He lived with him and Tsuna was often the person who took care of him. So when Lambo was six, sitting at the kitchen table with his crayons and paper, he decided he created a masterpiece that Tsuna just had to see.


It took a minute for the brunette to appear, an expression of slight exasperation on his face. “What is it, Lambo?”

“Look at Lambo-san’s drawing!” Lambo picked up the paper and held it out. “Isn’t it the best?”

Tsuna leaned closer and examined the colourful characters. Based on how many stick figures there were, he figured it was a drawing of all the members of their household, though he could only identify a couple of them.

“It’s really nice, Lambo. Want me to put it on the fridge?”

Lambo nodded eagerly and Tsuna went over to the appliance. He found a spare magnet and used it to attach the paper to the collection of drawings that were already there, a combination of I-Pin’s and Lambo’s work. “There. Though we’re going to have to find a new place for your art soon…a fridge is supposed to be a fridge, not a museum.”

Lambo’s stomach gave a rumble and he promptly stuck a hand into his thick, curly black hair. He pulled out a bag of gumballs, but before he could take one out Tsuna snagged it from his hands. “Those are Lambo-san’s!” he cried angrily.

“You can’t always be eating candy,” chided Tsuna. “Besides, dinner will be in a couple of hours. If you’re hungry, I’ll make you a snack.”

He perked up at that. “Okay! Thanks, Tsuna-nii.”

It was a few seconds of looking in the fridge that Tsuna suddenly realized what the child was calling him. He jerked his head up and asked, “What’d you say?”

Lambo gave him a weird look. “Lambo-san said thanks.”

“No, after that!”

“…Tsuna-nii?” spoke Lambo innocently, and when the wide smile crossed the brunette’s face, he wasn’t quite sure why he was suddenly so happy.

And that was the day he officially gained his first brother.

“Are you ready, Lambo?”

The seven-year-old made a fist and punched the middle of his baseball glove. “Ready!” he called, eyes narrowed in concentration.

Yamamoto gripped his baseball and got into his pitching stance. Though his natural instinct was to throw it as hard and fast as he could, he managed to tone down his throw for the small child. “Here we go!”

The ball sailed through the air in a perfect arc. Lambo kept his eyes on it, shuffling his feet as he tried to imagine where the ball would land. He stuck out his glove, by instead of the ball landing neatly inside it hit the ground with thud.

“Darn.” Lambo’s face fell. “I’m not very good at this.”

“You don’t have to be,” said Yamamoto with a gentle smile. “We’re just having some fun. That’s what matters.”

“I guess so,” he sighed. He picked up the ball and tossed it back to Yamamoto, who easily caught it with his baseball glove. He wound up and threw it, but it went too high and sailed past the treeline of the forest that made up the back end of the park.

“Sorry.” Yamamoto smiled sheepishly.

“I got it!” Lambo raced across the grass and towards the trees. He pushed aside some branches and stepped through the tall grass. He found the baseball sitting a few feet away and he hurried towards it.


The soft snarl caused Lambo to freeze, hand hovering over the white ball. He looked up and locked eyes with a raccoon, who lurked in the bushes, watching him with gleaming eyes. “Um…hi,” he greeted, feeling relief that it wasn’t a more dangerous forest creature. “Hey!” he called over his shoulder. “Guess what!”

“What?” came Yamamoto’s amused reply.

“I found a raccoon!” Lambo glanced back at the critter, who was now crawling slowly towards him. The child took notice of the white foam that surrounded its mouth and the menacing way it moved. His eyes widened and he scrambled back in fear. “Take-nii-!”

But Yamamoto was already flying through the trees. Startled by the sudden, much larger intruder, the raccoon snarled and took off. Yamamoto glowered after it before crouching down near the shaken boy. “Are you okay?” he asked urgently, taking Lambo’s arm and checking it for any bites or scratches. “Did it get you?”

“Nuh-uh.” Lambo latched onto Yamamoto’s hand and the older boy helped him up. “What was wrong with it?”

“It probably had rabies,” said Yamamoto, leading Lambo out of the forest. “Raccoons are nocturnal creatures. That means they come out during the night. So if you ever see one during the day, stay away from it.”

“Okay.” Lambo peeked over his shoulder. “Your ball is still in there.”

“That’s okay.” Yamamoto ruffled his hair. “I’ve got lots more at home. I don’t know about you, but I think I’ll stay out of there for a while.”

“Me too. Thanks for coming to get me…I didn’t know something was wrong with it.”

“Don’t worry about it. Besides, an older brother has to look after his younger brother, right?”

Lambo beamed. “Uh-huh.”

And this was the day he officially gained his second brother.

“Kyoko! Kyoko! I want ice-cream!” whined Lambo, pulling on the hem of the redhead’s shirt pleadingly. “Pleeeaaassseee?”

“You can’t have ice-cream this late, Lambo-kun,” said Kyoko patiently, tugging the seven-year-old along the street. “We should have been home an hour ago.”

Lambo looked up at the dark sky. A few stars were starting to appear and the streetlights were on and flickering. It was also getting colder and he didn’t have a jacket with him. “Alright,” he muttered, disappointed. “But can we get some next time?”

Kyoko smiled down at him. “Of course.” She inspected his face and giggled. “You’re going to need a bath.”

Lambo wrinkled his nose. “Why?”

“You’re all sticky from the candy you ate at the movies.”

Poking at his face, he could feel sticky patches around his mouth and on his cheeks. His hair was also rather sticky, due to the amount of candy he had stuffed into his raven curls. “Okay,” he agreed. It was never good to leave his hair unwashed for very long, anyway.

It was eleven by the time they reached the Sasagawa household. Kyoko unlocked the front door and the two headed inside. “Onii-san, we’re back!” she called, setting her purse down by the door.

Ryohei stepped into the front hall from the kitchen, a disapproving frown on his lips. “You were supposed to be back an hour ago. I was just about to go out and look for you.”

“Sorry,” Kyoko apologized. “We were out later than we expected.”

“The movie was looooooong,” stressed Lambo.

Kyoko giggled. “Exactly.”

Ryohei’s stern posture softened. “Well, you’re back safe, and that’s what matters. But next time, if you’re going to be late, call.”

The redhead nodded. “Sure.” A yawn escaped her and she quickly covered her mouth. “Guess I’m beat. Come on, Lambo-kun. Time for your bath.”

“I can do it,” volunteered Ryohei. “You go to bed.”

“I can do it,” protested Lambo.

“You can’t get all that EXTREME hair by yourself,” said Ryohei cheerfully, coming over and swinging the boy into his arms.

Kyoko smiled. “Thanks, onii-san. Goodnight, Lambo-kun.”

“Night!” Lambo waved after his friend as Ryohei carried him to the bathroom. He set the child on the floor and turned the taps. Water started gushing into the tub and Lambo frowned at it. “It needs bubbles.” He went over to the cabinet and opened it. He found the familiar colourful bottle of bath bubbles that Kyoko saved just for him and I-Pin when they came over for sleepovers. “Bubbles!”

“Don’t put a lot in,” cautioned Ryohei. “We don’t want an EXTREME bubble flood.”

Lambo uncapped the bottle and tipped it slightly over the edge of the tub. Purple liquid oozed out and splashed into the water, where it started to foam up and create a mass of white sweet-smelling bubbles. “There!” he said, proud that he did not overdo it this time.

“Good job.” Ryohei took the bottle and set it on the countertop. “That should be enough water for you to get in now.”

“‘kay.” Lambo stuck his hand under the running water to test the temperature. Deeming it not too hot and not too cold, he wrestled out of his dark jeans and cow-print shirt. He yanked off his socks and was about to climb into the tub when he remembered something. “Oh, wait.” He shook his head wildly, and candy of all kinds tumbled from his curls, landing on the floor. His horns soon followed, and after a bit of tugging he liberated a large lollipop. “There!”

Ryohei stared at the pile of candy in amusement as the child settled into the water. “I wish my hair could EXTREMELY hold stuff.”

Lambo blinked. “It can’t?”


“Maybe that’s 'cause you don’t have curls.”

Ryohei laughed. “Maybe.” He knelt down by the edge of the tub and picked up the plastic pitcher. He filled it with water and used it to wet Lambo’s hair. “What did you and Kyoko do today?”

“We went to the park, and then we ate some yummy food, and then we took a walk, and we ate some more yummy food, and then we went to the movies which was really looooooooong.” Lambo used his hands to craft shapes in the mounds of bubbles that surrounded him. “And I-Pin couldn’t come 'cause she’s sick.”

“I’m sure she’ll get better in no time,” said Ryohei, squirting some shampoo into his hand and lathering up the thick black curls. “I think it’s time for an EXTREME haircut.”

Lambo wrinkled his nose. “That’s what Stupidera says. I don’t wanna haircut.”

“If you let it grow any longer it’s going to cover your face. Then how would you eat?”

Lambo’s eyes widened. He hadn’t thought of that. “Um…well, maybe I’ll get a really small haircut. Maybe.”

After a few more rinses and a good dose of conditioner, Lambo was finally squeaky clean. Ryohei hoisted the child out of the tub and gave him a towel. “Where are your pajamas?”

“In my bag, in Kyoko’s room.”

“I’ll get them. You dry off.” Ryohei picked up Lambo’s stash of candy and left the bathroom.

“'kay.” Lambo scrubbed at his hair and face, trying to catch the water droplets before they hit the ground. When he decided he was dry enough, he fit the towel over his head and pretended he was a ghost, moving blindly about the bathroom. The door creaked open a minute later and he shouted, “Boo!”

“What do we have here?” said Ryohei, playing along. “And where did Lambo go?”

“I ate him!” Lambo said in a creepy voice.

“Well, then I guess I’m going to have to make you spit him out.”

Ryohei swooped down and threw the towel-covered boy over his shoulder. Lambo squealed and kicked, trying to escape the teen’s strong grip. “It’s me!”

“Lambo?” Ryohei set the boy to the floor and pulled the towel down so that he could see his face. “It is you. You make an EXTREME ghost.”

Lambo giggled. “I fooled you!”

“You did.” Ryohei handed Lambo his pajamas. “Kyoko is already sleeping, so how about you sleep with me tonight?”

“Okay.” Lambo wiggled into his cow-print pajamas. “But I’m gonna kick you if you snore.”

“Then I guess I won’t snore.” Ryohei lifted the seven-year-old up and exited the bathroom.

Lambo wrapped his arms around the teen’s neck and buried his head into his shoulder. “Ryo-nii, will you read me a bedtime story?”

Surprised for only a moment, a soft smile crossed Ryohei’s face. “I’d love too, Lambo.”

And that was the night he officially gained a third brother.

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{PART 3: Final} Betrayal // Jay Park

Originally posted by lavender-kills

Pairing: Jay x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: Jay begs you to do what he deems is the right thing. Can you forgive someone for the most hurtful act of betrayal?

A/N: This is the last instalment of a small 3 part series! Thanks to everyone who messaged me and told me how much they enjoyed the first two parts. I hope this part lives up to the others excitement!

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3: Final}

“I can’t believe I’m doing this” you repeated to yourself over and over in your head as you tapped your foot impatiently underneath the restaurant table.

Against your better judgement, you decided that you had no other choice but to take Jay up on his offer to meet him for lunch the next day. Although you pretty much hated the ground he walked upon, even though you would rather drink an entire bottle of bleach than to have to be in his company for any longer than necessary; you knew that you had to tell him about your pregnancy - and you realised that as soon as you saw the look on his face when he met you in the supermarket. You had specifically arrived 30 minutes before you were due to meet Jay to try and talk yourself out of telling him he was the father of your unborn child, but the longer you sat at the reserved table – the more you knew that you had to do the right thing and let him know. No matter how much of a bad taste it left in your mouth, you had to have this talk with him and tell him your intentions for the child’s future – and how you planned for Jay to not have a single input in it.

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Crushing Waters [Part 4]

Hahahahaha my fingers hurt so much

Part 1 & Part 3 


“Gross,” He admitted, frowning. His mouth felt and tasted really weird. He shook his head and groaned as the room spun around them rapidly, fingernails digging into the blanket someone-was it Allura? Pidge? He sniffed the blanket, it was Pidge-had thrown around him. He felt something tear under his nails, “Feels like I just got run over and dunked in a river.”

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Nameless memory

I was talking with @unxpctedlygreat about how we saw many photos of the Holts before they left, but none of the whole family together. And it’s not like no one could take their photo, since there were people in the background *couhgh*Keithand Shiro*couch*. So we bounced ideas, I asked if I could write them, and this fic came to be!

Pre-Kerberos. It’s kind of hinted kidge, but can also be seen as platonic only

The Holts were gathered not far from the shuttle, taking turn behind the camera. Half the family was leaving for space after all, so they all wanted some kind of memento for the long months to come. Katie didn’t know what to feel at this point, proud of her family, but dreading their time apart. As they were waiting for their latest Polaroid to be done, Colleen sighed.

“What’s wrong dear?” Sam asked, taking his wife’s hand and rubbing his thumb against her palm.

“It’s just too bad we won’t get to have a full family photo. Guess I’ll have to settle for the one with you three,” she smiled at him.

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(Gif not mine but writing is)

The Disguise

You watched your boyfriend Newt, as he sat at his desk. Hunched over whilst he scribbled away at his book draft.
You had met him by chance whilst he was searching for an injured creature, never forgetting his surprised expression when he discovered that you had beaten him to it and had started caring for it yourself. Since then your relationship had grown closer and you now traveled with him, helping him care for his creatures. 
Newt was a tall man covered in freckles, his green eyes partially hidden by his messy reddish brown hair. He wore a light brown waistcoat, white shirt and dark trousers. 

Walking around the work shed you talk to a small creature that resembled a leafy twig, which happily sat in your hand. “What do you think Pickett?” you ask it playfully. “Do you think Newt will actually stop working and join me for dinner?” the bowtruckle responded with a high-pitched giggle as he jumped into the pocket of Newt’s blue jacket, which hung on a coat stand. 
“Ofcourse Pickett would be on your side.” you heard Newt mumble with a smile as he continues to write in his notebook. You laugh at his remark. Walking towards his chair you place a kiss on Newt’s cheek before saying softy “Come up when you’re ready.”

As you are walking away from him, Newt reaches forward and gently pulls on your arm so you sit on his lap. “Just try and stop me.” he says with a smile kissing the tip of your nose. Wrapping his arms around you he draws you into a hug as his chin rests on your shoulder. It was nice just stay there for a few moments, completely content with how happy you were in each another’s arms. Snapping back to reality Newt sighed loudly. 
“What’s wrong?” you asked as you looked at his face in confusion.  He had an expression that reflected worry and disappointment. 

“You know how I built the new water enclosure because there is a kelpie in need?”
You nodded as you remember how excited you are to see the new creature. Newt hesitated for a moment before continuing. “(Y/N),  it’s that kelpie who needs our help. I’ve um… Kind of met this one before and it did not go well. I tried to get it into the case before but I made a silly mistake and spooked it. I really didn’t mean to and you know how kelpies are. It’ll recognise me next time and won’t trust me.” he frowned. 
“But from what you’ve told me, we need to save it.” you say looking at him. You could see a determination in his eyes as he looked at you. “What? Me? Newt, you know I’m not skilled enough to get the creature into the case on my own. I need your knowledge and expertise. Maybe it won’t recognise you.” you say with panic in your voice as you step off of his lap. 
“You know that kelpies have excellent memories. It will instantly recognise me. Besides I have tried a couple of times. I just… I really don’t see another way to capture it.” Newt said turning in his chair to face you. 

Looking around you catch your reflection in the mirror at the other side of the room. You must have been in such a rush this morning that you did not finish your makeup.
“Don’t worry we’ll think of something.” you say, staring at your reflection in the mirror as you put on your lipstick. Your eyes focus on the colour, how it made you feel more confident. The red lipstick would go nice with a green outfit… Green. An idea creeps into your mind as you turned around and focused on Newt’s green eyes. A wide grin spread across your face. 

“What?” Newt said in a puzzled voice as he watched the change in your expression. 
“Well… What if you went as someone else. So the kelpie did not know it was you.” you theorise, walking back towards him. 
“Possibly. Like a disguise?” Newt’s expression became one of curiosity.
“Exactly” you say as you lean forward and kiss him. The red colour of your lipstick transferring onto his lips. You look at his face with this new addition of colour, contemplating the possibility before nodding to yourself. 
“I think I have an idea.” you say excitedly before grabbing Newt’s arm and dragging him before the mirror. 

You both looked in the mirror, staring at your reflections. Newt’s eyes widened with the sudden realisation of your idea. 
“(Y/N) you can’t be serious?” he questioned with a chuckle as he nervously ran his fingers through his hair. 
“Why not. It will be fun. You’d look unrecognisable to the creature but still be there to help me. The makeup and clothes will not restrict you from doing what you do best. Besides I’m going to need a chaperone for where the kelpie is and I am not strong enough to get the bridle over its head.” you explain. 
Deep down Newt knew that you were right. Despite still being undecided he sighed “Ok, I’ll give it a go.“ 

In your apartment, you laid a dark green dress that was too big for you but might fit Newt onto your bed. You had purchased a short dark red wig and organised various bits of makeup on your dressing table. The case opened and Newt stepped out of it, he had just finished feeding all of the creatures. "Are you ready?” you ask smiling at him. Nervously he nodded. Sitting him down you apply the makeup onto his face with great precision. You smiled as the lipstick exaggerated the fullness of his lips and the eye makeup framed his eyes perfectly. “I’ll just go and grab a bridle.” you say as you dash into the hallway whilst Newt put the dress and wig on. 

You froze as you caught a glimpse of him when you walked back into your bedroom. He was nearly unrecognisable and completely gorgeous. The wig suited him perfectly and the dress gave him a slightly more shapely figure. 
“How can you look this pretty so effortlessly?” you ask, giggling with excitement. He chuckled whilst blushing in response. 
“Not as pretty as you. Do you really think that this will work?” he asked nervously. 
“Newt, you know that if you don’t believe it, then the kelpie definitely won’t. Trust me it will definitely work.” you say smiling at him. Feeling a bit more confident, a grin spreads onto his face as well. 

To get to the lake where the kelpie calls home, the pair of you needed to walk through a small village on the very outskirts of the English countryside. You held the case with one hand and your other arm was linked with Newt’s. Some people briefly looked as you passed them. Seeing as you were two pretty ladies, it was more men that stared compared to women. As you walked you could feel Newt trembling slightly with nerves. 
Leaning your face towards his ear you whispered “Don’t worry, you are doing really well.” You gently stroke Newt’s arm in reassurance, causing him to smile. 

Now past the village, you both start to walk through a field. Suddenly Newt tugs on your arm to stop your steps. You look at him and see a look of anger and annoyance on his face. 
“How do you do it?” he asks, his eyes burning into your confused ones. “I don’t know how you do it. Constantly being judged by everyone you pass. Gazed upon by men with their hungry eyes.” You smile as your cheeks start blushing.
“Don’t worry. You’re just feeling self conscious.” you reply. It was obvious that his experience through the village had struck a nerve with Newt. He didn’t realise how much you were looked at in public, by men in particular. You had never seen him jealous before. 

Facing him you look Newt over, paying particular attention to his stance. The walk through the village was a test run. He still moved too much like himself.
“Before we go any further we need to work on your movements. You are still moving the same and the kelpie is going to pick up on that.” you tell him. He knew that you were speaking the truth. 
“What do you suggest?” he asked with a skeptical look. You thought for a minute as you looked at his figure. He still looked uncomfortable as he pulled at the dress he was wearing and fiddled with the hair of his wig. You needed to word your response carefully and in a way he would understand perfectly. 
“You need to move with more grace… Imagine how an occamy moves. They swish and sway with ease. Try to move more fluidly and focus on the weightlessness of your steps. Try and copy me.” you reassured him. He started to copy you as you moved elegantly through the field, both of your dresses sweeping over the spring grass. It looked as if you were both walking on air. Your arms elongated with poise. 
You watched Newt as he then attempted it without your assistance. Smiling at your hard work, you took his hand in his as you said “Let’s go.”

Finally you were at the lake. The sunlight danced on the fresh water as birds sung in nearby trees. However the water was still, and there was no sign of the creature anywhere. You remembered Newt telling you about a large kelpie in Loch Ness that had developed a thirst for publicity. You did not know if this was true for all of its kind but there was only one way to find out. 
Facing Newt you start to speak loudly. “Oh dear, it is such a shame. I was hoping that there was a kelpie here I could show you. It is ofcourse one of the most beautiful creatures in the world.” Newt smiled as you both spotted a pair of eyes and the faint silhouette of horse’s head start to rise out of the lake with curiousity. 

Newt carefully watched you as you slowly began to approach the kelpie as it began to emerge from the water. It stared at Newt, who to make sure he was not recognised, began to swish his dress and produced a high-pitched giggle. You laughed a little at the sound. The plan was working so far. The kelpie thought that it was luring you to be devoured, when actually you were luring it to its own capture. The kelpie’s body was nearly completely out of the water and only about a metre in front of you. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Newt sneaking up behind it with soundless steps. To keep the kelpie preoccupied you reach your hand out towards it, almost touching it. 
Suddenly Newt jumped onto the kelpie’s back, causing it to buck. Using all his strength he kept a firm grip on its mane. However he swiftly put a bridle over its head with a placement charm. You stood ready with the case wide open in your hands. Now more docile with the bridle over its head, Newt steered the kelpie in to case before promptly falling off onto the floor. 
Snapping the case shut quickly, you could now breathe a sigh of relief. 

You looked at Newt and giggled. He was breathless, his wig tilted to the side with frizzy curls out of place and his makeup smudged. The bottom of his dress was ripped in the initial struggle with the kelpie. He looked up at you, smiling with pride. 
“Thank you” he panted. 

Enamored | [ PART 3 ]

“I know Luke, and I know that deep down he needs someone like you. I know you’re not talking right now and I also know that I barely know you but I know you can make him stable and help him come out of his shell. You can make him, him again, because he needs that, he really does.”

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary:  Or, the one where in an alternate universe it’s not out of the norm to be buying humans-especially sex slaves-for auction. Luke Hemmings, a very high profiled boss in one of the best selling businesses in the world, just so happens to buy the most cheapest sex slave there is, that makes the media go wild and follow his every move.

Aurora Palvin is the sex slave who has been in the auction since she turned sixteen, thankfully she has been bought by the Luke Hemmings and to say she is scared is an understatement. She has to learn to deal with the pressure of society and Luke’s strict rules.

Now what happens when two different worlds collide? Find out in  Enamored.

part one | part two 

Aurora walked around the house, going into every room that she seen previously before. She let her fingers dance around every piece of furniture, every unusual object that perked her interest or anything shiny that came across her vision. She had wonder everywhere on the first floor; her bare feet gliding amongst the heated wooden floor as she let her eyes continuously trail around the empty space around her.

Her feet carried her towards a window to the left side of foyer where she stared outside, her lips hanging open from the gorgeous view in front of her. Aurora never got a good view of the backyard, she only caught little glimpses of it, and even when she did she knew that it would look beautiful and she wasn’t wrong.

The grass was cut low and a very alluring green colour, there was also a ton of trees that covered the expense of the yard, and enough gave privacy due to the huge windows surrounding the house. Even after the long lean trees it was the swimming pool and hot tub that sparked so much interest in Aurora. It was so beautifully sculptured and stunning that Aurora couldn’t help but feel excited, she couldn’t wait until the day where she would be able to dive into the pool and wonder through the trees as the short grass tickled her feet.  

“Aurora,” A soft voice said in the quiet atmosphere that caused Aurora’s head to turn away from the window and turn towards the voice. The woman that brought her food yesterday night was standing before her with a small smile on her lips.

“So that is your name?” She spoke again before taking a few steps towards her; Aurora let a small smile tug on the ends of her lips as she turned away from the window and twisted her body towards the woman.

“Uh yes, that’s my name,” Aurora said, her head bowing slightly as she turned her head towards the ground, her chestnut hair trailing behind her.

“No need to be shy dear,” The woman said before reaching Aurora, and taking her hand in hers. “My name is Sofia, but you can call me Sophie.” That made Aurora’s smile become wider, her gaze flicked up from off of the around and towards Sophie, a gentle smile was also plastered on her lips.

“Why don’t you come with me,” She said, her head nodding towards the kitchen, which only made Aurora nod her head gently before following Sophie to where she was taking her.

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anonymous asked:

I just read your story and it's amazing!! 💗And I was just wondering if you could do a scene where Louis wants to be the big spoon for once? (Like a little ficlit?)

“Really?” Harry asks disbelievingly, one eyebrow raised. He leans back against the headboard, folding one of his arms behind his head just for the way Louis’ eyes dart to his biceps for a millisecond. “Really?”

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Our True Love - Chapter 7

A/N: So here comes the seventh chapter! Yes, Bucky is in this one. I hope that you will enjoy this story! (Sorry in advance for any grammatical errors in my stories!)

Previous Chapter(s): Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: None
Word count: 1,603
Summary: Reader and Bucky doesn’t get along well after his marriage to Rosaline. Will her friendship with Bucky last or will they crumble and fade?

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Richard insisted that he walks me home after dinner tonight.

It wasn’t that far from the restaurant where we just had our dinner. But he wanted to walk me home anyways because he does get worried over me. Harry was such a nice and cool guy. He seems calm and collected and is really passionate about his job. The best part about that dinner was watching Richard’s eyes sparkle as he talks with Harry. They are getting closer and closer.  

“So, Rosaline told me what happened.” He says while tucking his hands into his pocket. My heart drops and I feel the colour drain from my face. Oh gosh. I’m dead aren’t I? Richard is really protective of Rosaline.

“Thank you.” I look up at him surprised. He scratches the growing stubble on his jaw before tucking his hand back into his pocket.

“She took your advice and gave Bucky another chance. They are talking things out now to see how to deal with their issues.” He looks at me with that sparkling green eyes of his. Relief washes over me.

“I’m sorry I did that to her. I should have been gentler.” He laughs before wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

“If you didn’t, then she would have still been the stubborn sheep that she is.” I smile at him. I wrap my coat around my body to cover myself from the chills.

“I’m glad things are going to be better between them now.” I answer truthfully, even though there is a little sting behind those words.

“You’re okay with it?” He asks me with a curious tone. I look at him surprised.

“What do you mean? Of course, I am.” I say blinking at him curiously back. He runs his fingers through my hair once.

“I see the way you look at Bucky. Or even the way you talk about him. You care for him more than as a friend. Remember that night when I called?” He asks gripping a little on the ends of my hair. I nod slowly.

“You don’t think he has feelings for you too?” He asks me straight on. I feel the whole world shift. Memories of our time spent together come flooding into me all at once and I feel faint. I can physically feel the pain in my head thinking of that mere possibility. But, I brush it off as soon as I gain control of my mind again.

“No, B… Bucky wouldn’t. We’re just friends. That’s all.” I say brushing my hair away from my face. I can still feel Richard’s eyes on me.

“All right then.” He answers.

When I open the door to my apartment, it was pitch black. I blink before looking at the lights in the hall. Richard looks at me.

“What is it?” He asks. Fear creeps up into me.

“I left the kitchen light on when I went to the restaurant.” Richard looks at me before pulling me away from the door.

“Let me check. Stay here.” Richard says as he walks in. I bite my lower lip and follow after him anyways.

“Who’s there?” Richard suddenly calls out. I quickly stand next to him to see a figure lying down on my couch. When the figure moves I gasp.

“Bucky? What are you doing here?!” I ask. I turn on the living room lights. He’s wearing his combat suit with weapons around his body still. He sits up on the couch.

“And how’d you get in here??” I ask angry at him.

“I wanted to see you, Y/N. You weren’t in the office. And you’d think I need keys to get into your home?” He says while looking at me with a serious face.

His hair a little tangled here and there. Small stains around his suit and neck as well. Must’ve been another nasty mission. I scan around his body to make sure that there are no injuries on him. Looks like he is good this time.

“No, I left the office early because I had dinner with Richard and his friend.” I say while looking back at Richard. The atmosphere in the living room suddenly turning a little dark. I look back over at Bucky who is wearing a rather angry expression.

“James, why aren’t you back home with Rosy? I thought you both worked things out?” He asks putting on a dark smile.

“We did. I just wanted to see Y/N.” Bucky says while reaching for my arm to pull me behind him after he stood up. I look at him confused.

“Is that so? Shouldn’t you go and see your wife first after coming home from a mission?” Richard asks again, keeping that strain on his voice.

“It is my business who I go and see first. I thought I told you to keep away from Y/N.” Bucky’s voice a little threatening. Richard’s smile turns into a laugh.

“Is it really your business to tell me what to do? Or even to tell her what to do?” Richard says calling out to me. I was speechless. Afraid if I step in, I might make things worse. Bucky glances over at me before back at Richard.

“I’m keeping her safe from you. I don’t want her getting hurt.” Bucky threatens again. I shift my attention back and forth to Bucky and Richard. What does Bucky mean by that?  

“Safe from what? The chance of her falling in love with me? Who’s the one hurting who here?” Richard says approaching Bucky boldly. I gasp, surprised at what Richard had said. Even Bucky seems to jolt back from that comment.

“You just stay away from her, you hear me?!” Bucky yells while grabbing onto Richard’s shirt and pulling him in to stare him down. He really looked like he’s about to put a bullet in Richard’s head. I quickly reach up to pull Bucky’s arm away from Richard.

“Stop it! Bucky! Let him go!” I shout at him. Bucky looks at me before tossing Richard down onto the floor.

“I told you to not get involved with him anymore, didn’t I??” Bucky turns to yell at me. I move past him and down to help Richard back up on his feet. I check and see if he had hurt himself anywhere.

“I can be with whoever I want to, Bucky. Why are you so angry at him?” I yell back as loud as Bucky did to me. I can see the anger erupting from inside of Bucky. Enough of this pointless cat fight. I turn to look at Richard.

“And you! Why are you also so crossed with Bucky? Isn’t it enough that Rosy and Bucky made up with each other?” I yell at Richard. Richard widens his eyes while looking at me. He didn’t expect that I would yell at him either. Even Bucky was surprised to see me yell at him.

“Both of you need to stop this nonsense. I don’t want either of you harbour such a deadly atmosphere whenever you see each other. I don’t like getting caught up in it!” I say as I pull both him and Richard out towards the door.

I push them out with all of my might to the point that it even surprised me that it worked. Both of them are bigger and taller than me after all. They look at me, clearly surprised to see me so angry. I look over at Bucky.

“You! Stop being so harsh to your brother-in-law! I don’t know why you hate him so much, but I don’t like you treating your family like that!” I look over at Richard.

“And you! You too need to stop always being so angry at your brother-in-law. If you want your sister to be happy, then you need to find a way to get along. Stop trying to show who’s better than who!” I say angrily.

“Until you both make it work as well, I will not talk to either of you. Go camping, handcuff to each other, whatever. Just go and work things out together!” I say as I slam the door shut. I hear a loud knock on the door as both of them call out for me. Then I hear a loud shouting before stomping footsteps down the hallway.

I slide down the door of my apartment while holding my forehead in my hand. I have a spinning headache. I’m tired of this. Tired of my own mixed emotions about Bucky. Tired of Bucky’s outbursts and Richard’s hatred towards him. Tired of being caught up in their fights. Tired of being yelled at by Bucky for no reason. It feels like one after another, after another.

I need a break.

“Y/N…” I hear Bucky calling me out from the other side of the door. I sit up, surprised that he’s still here.

“I’m sorry.” He continues. I remain quiet. His voice sounds broken.

“I’ll do what it takes to make you happy again.”

Tears cloud my vision. I wipe them away from my eyes and breathe out. I hear Bucky leaning against the door himself. A few moments of silence. Did he leave?

“Just, please don’t push me out of your life again…”

That comment made my heart flutter and break at the same time. I wanted to throw open the door, hold him and tell him that I will always be there for him. To tell him that I would never leave him ever again because of how heart-broken he sounded when he said that.

But when I did end up opening the door, he was gone.

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A/N: Let me know what you think and if you are liking this series so far or not. I hope you enjoyed it! Thank you for reading. <3 

Next chapter coming soon!

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anonymous asked:

Sole has a thing for Romanced deeks eyes

 His eyes are so pretty jgndksjajkfj.

  •  He was in a corner of the HQ reading a sort of comic book, it was pretty weird. Some kid lost his mom so he and his brother tried and revive her but they failed so now his little bro has a rad bod, Craziest thing
  •  It was pretty dim in the area so he took his glasses off to read better.
  • Sole just finished typing in a report and looked around for Deaks. They found him in a corner, holding the book and squinting at it.
  •  They grabbed a nearby lantern and walked towards him. They sat it down near him and they sat beside him.
  •  He was in the middle of a pretty good fighting scene, the older brother was fighting this one transforming dude, pretty intense. He saw a pair of eyes looking at him from the left side of the book. Creepy 
  •  He continued trying to read while ignoring Sole beside him. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he doggy-eared the page of the book and closed it, tossing it on the ground.
  •  He looked at them with a small twinge of anger in his head “What, something on my face?”
  •  “ You have pretty nice eyes, I like em’” They said with whole honesty. They where pretty happy he wasn’t covering them up, They really liked those pretty blue-grey coloured eyes.
  •   He looked at Sole with confusion on his face before remembering that he had not been wearing them for this whole time, even when Sole brought in the lantern. 
  •  A pinkish hue was starting to take over the tan of his face Deacon totally has a bad sunglasses tan hahahhah and he quickly put his sunglasses back on.
  •  He didn’t say a word but just kept on reading and he covered his mouth his his hand. 
  •  He secretly smiled at the compliment, Sole seemed to notice and they gave a grin as they kissed his beautiful bald head pfffff [Deacon Loved That]

anonymous asked:

do you have any resources for an artist that wants to start doing fan art? I usually do real life modeled stuff but I love so many fandoms and want to start but im so afraid of not having recognizable characters :/

to be completely honest: i learned to be able to draw Tony Stark (and…also learned to draw In General) by Drawing Robert John Downey Junior 6.3 billion times and staring at his face  and trying to make my tony the best tony that I could, so. my number one tip would be to find a character that you like enough to stare at and deconstruct and reconstruct until 3am and then Do That. if you’re already good at likenesses, Excellent!!! I Am Not

one thing I tend to do when I’m about to do fanart for a character that i’m not As Familiar With is I’ll do a search for art of them on tumblr or google. Maybe those people’s art styles will be completely different from yours, but it’s helpful to see what other people have picked up on as being that character’s Most Recognizable Traits! For tony, it tends to be big eyes with long lower lashes and his goatee. Everything else is p much up to the artist! your version of the character will probably change as you draw them (unless you’re trying to stay as deliberately close to the source material as you can)

when i started, I was working with Zero Understanding of how Any Face worked, so you’re already ahead! here are some of my first tonys:

first lil dude is a liTTLE ROUGH but that’s okay, wonky but still looks like a tony. he has a goatee and we’re doing alright

then i did like……actual studies of what the guy was supposed to look like as a real life 3d human person, which helped, and also figured out that I didn’t even need proper hair colour if i just…….made his face have the lashes and the goatee, which was nice. My tony has a square for a face and a fun chin!

then i got comfy and decided i could do whatever i wanted!! Everyone’s drawing of the character you choose is going to look a little different, so fandom tends to generally be pretty good at picking up on who it is from little clues! I’ve seen a lot of captain america art that’s just. A Blonde Guy with a white star on his blue shirt and everyone got who it was, so it’s really just about picking a couple of things that stand out about that character and working with that!

You don’t have to worry about your version of this character looking like everyone else’s, either! I’ve followed people before specifically because their version of a character was super different from other ones I’d seen, and i thought that was cool! Fanart is primarily for Fun, so pick someone you like and draw them in a way that makes You happy!! I hope this helped a little bit! have fun and good luck pal

Love You Till the End of Time

Summary: Female Reader is a secret sniper, shadowing the FAHC. What happens when they start dating Ryan without either of them knowing the others secret lives? Also reader and the Fake AH Crew are immortal.

Warnings: sex, talk of murder/actual murder (no gore), swearing.. 

Author’s note: I’ve had this written for a while, I just had to get around to posting it, and figuring how to get the thing that says, ‘keep reading’ because this is a long one. Also Jack is trans in this, and Ray is only in this slightly. Also 10pts. if you catch my Geoff IRL joke, and 14overated pts. if you catch the RVB joke.. :) 

Chapters: 7 - Completed.  

Chapter 1

You were on the roof of a building, staking out the Fake AH. You weren’t there to make any hits, you were just there to cover them. Whether they knew it or not didn’t matter. You were currently following BM Vagabond through your scope, just watching him make a deal with a guy he was talking to. You were too far away from them to get spotted, but your scope had a long enough zoom to be able to see them fine.

You were always intrigued by The Mad King, BM Vagabond, The Mad Mercenary. You’d never seen him without his mask, but you imagined he was handsome. Which if he did take his mask off it would throw people for a loop. Talk on the street was that he wore it to protect his face and shield a scar or some other thing that made his face almost grotesque. But you thought he was handsome, even with the mask on.

By day you were an artist, painting the macabre. It’s a wonder no one ever questioned you. By night you were a sniper. Also side note was that fact that you were immortal, or else you wouldn’t be doing this right now. You would be trying to lead the simplest of lives, but you couldn’t die and it helped when you lived in Los Santos. You listened to your ear piece, having hacked into their frequency. It meant you could hear them but they couldn’t hear you. You silently watched the Vagabond, walk back and forth with the guy. You could see the guy getting impatient and you knew he wasn’t gonna go for it.

You aimed you scope at his head, ready to take him out. You didn’t pull the trigger though, instead you clipped on your red laser beam, and waited for the crew to say something. It was just the Mad King in the room with the guy but you knew Geoff and Jack were somewhere around there, as well as Michael. You still didn’t know Vagabond’s first name, you just knew him by his many street names but you’d always been intrigued with him and the crew.

You figured since you couldn’t see Gavino, he was probably running security and on comms. You slowly exhaled a breath as you heard Vagabond’s voice through your ear piece, “Listen here, you’re gonna take this deal or you’re going down.” He said, his voice icy. You couldn’t hear what the other guy said but then you watched him pull out his gun. He pointed it at the Mad King and you almost felt bad for him. There’s no way he’s gonna live to carry out his action.

You heard Geoff on the ear piece, “You need us to come in?” When you didn’t hear him respond you figured it was a no, as he was currently in a staring match with the guy who held him a gun point. You moved your scope up above Mad King, to see Geoff in the windowed room with his gun drawn, waiting.

You moved back down to focus on the man in front of Mad King when you heard him say, “You really don’t want to do this.” You smirked, that’s what you were waiting for. The guy in front of Mad King tilted his head and cocked his gun. You flicked on your red beam and aimed it at his gun and traveled it slowly down his hand and stopped at his heart. The guy started shaking and looking all around but the Vagabond didn’t move at all. “Damn he’s got a good poker face.” You muttered. The guy dropped his grip on the gun and Vagabond stepped in, taking it from him. He pistol whipped the guy out cold and you shut off your beam. You saw Vagabond turn towards where he thought it came from and he spoke clearly through his ear piece. “Geoff, did you?” “No man, it’s not us.” “Well whoever they are, we should send them a gift basket.” You heard Geoff laugh at this, “Yeah, we should.”

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anonymous asked:

prompt: Virgil learning how to cook in a attempt to prove his self worth and leaves food everywhere anonymously and the other sides find out it's him (cue blushing Virgil)

aah thanks, this is cute! hope you like it!

It felt pretty bad, if Virgil was honest, not knowing how to cook when everyone else did. He sometimes caught glimpses of the other sides in the kitchen - Roman singing Disney songs at the stove, Patton baking some sort of cake for the rest of them just because he could, Logan making the healthiest meal he could… and then there was Virgil, who could barely make toast without making one side black. He wanted to be better at cooking, able to at least cook a basic meal, but he had never learned. However, in light of recent events, he thought that if the others were really going to try and include him more, then he could at least prove he was worth it.

It was slow going at first. It took weeks of sneaking into the kitchen when the others weren’t around - he wasn’t doing anything bad, he just wanted to surprise the others by cooking a meal one night, and countless books and websites, but eventually, Virgil surprised himself by learning to make food he never thought he’d be able to make. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, least of all himself, but he was proud of what he’d accomplished. He finally felt like he had something to contribute to his unconventional family.

Despite what he’d achieved, though, Virgil felt a slight unease when he though of making a dinner for the others. What if they didn’t like it? What if they thought he was looking for compliments. Jeez, he knew he was the literal embodiment of anxiety, but did he really have to be anxious about every single thing? Apparently so.

After seconds and seconds of intense debating, Virgil came to the conclusion that if doing something nice for the others face-to-face was too anxiety-inducing, then he’d do it anonymously. He would make foods that the others liked, and leave it out so they’d find it. It seemed like the perfect solution.

The first thing he made was a batch of chocolate chip cookies. Just something simple, to gauge their reaction. As soon as they were out of the oven, he left them out on the table in the living room, resisting the urge to grab one for himself as he sat, headphones in, at the top of the stairs, where it was nice and dark.

A few minutes later, Prince came down the stairs, nearly tripping over Anxiety, who he was not expecting to see out of his room.

“Woah, didn’t see you there, Brad Pitiful,” Roman quipped, the nickname now endearing rather than spiteful. “Didn’t you hear Patton calling? He said he found cookies on the table. Coming?”

Virgil hid a small smile. If Patton had called the others down, it must mean that he liked the cookies, right? “Sure, why not?”

When the pair reached the dining room, the happy look on Patton’s face confirmed Virgil’s hopes. “Guys, someone made these cookies and they’re really good! Who do you think it was?”

“I don’t know,” replied Roman, taking one. “Seeing as it wasn’t you or me, and probably not Anxiety, as I’m pretty sure he can’t cook-”

“I’m right here!” Virgil cut in, slightly offended.

“I know. I’m stating facts, not being mean. As I was saying, it’s probably either Logan or Thomas. They are delightful, though. Try one, Anxiety. Sorry- Virgil. They’re nice, aren’t they?”

“Yeah, they’re good,” replied Virgil, taking a bite and going back upstairs, a sense of pride in his chest. He had done something good for once!

Over the next few days, Virgil continued to leave food around for the others, ranging from Logan’s favourite snack, flapjacks, to a bowl of beef, pork and chicken stew for Roman, to cupcakes for Patton, to something big for all of them. Eventually, over lunch one afternoon, Logan spoke up, clearing his throat.

“So, as you all know, over the past few days, someone has been leaving food around for the four of us. Or rather, the three of us. I find it to be a very kind gesture, personally. There is one issue, though: how on Earth did you think that no one would know it was you, Virgil?”

Virgil choked on his drink, coughing and sputtering as he looked at Logan. “I… what?”

“Oh, come on. Did you really think you were being discreet?” Prince chimed in. “You were the only one who didn’t get anything left out for them. It was kind of obvious.”

“Oh. Well… I… yeah, I did. Point is?” Virgil managed to get out, not sure how to react to the attention.

“I didn’t know you could cook,” Roman stated.

“I thought it was really nice of you. When did you learn how to cook, and why were you leaving things out?” Patton asked, smiling.

“Oh, I just looked at some books and websites and… stuff. I didn’t want to do it face to face, in case you didn’t like it, or you thought I just wanted compliments or whatever,” replied Virgil, a faint blush colouring his cheeks at the compliment.

“That’s amazing, Virgil! You should definitely cook more often, you’re really good at it, and you don’t have to be afraid of making dinner for us. We’re your family!” Patton encouraged.

“I agree!” Prince declared.

“Likewise,” commented Logan.

Virgil was definitely blushing now.


i got 2 questions along the lines of ‘how do you come up with character designs?’ so eyy, let’s use yuzu as an example coz he’s the newest

1. he’s for an rp that’s monster themed, so i brainstormed (wikipedia rabbit hole’d) a bunch of mythological creatures and monsters. castor&pollux ended up being used for something else, and since i already have osgar (scottish, a kelpie) i thought i’d check out some yokai. i ended up with dodomeki (new to me) and futakuchi-onna (an old fav)

2. little doodles of both ideas - my base idea for the character was that he was a baker coz he didn’t sleep much (either coz his eyes were always open or coz he was always hungry). i abandoned the dodomeki version pretty quickly coz it’s a text thing and i didn’t want to deal with drawing or writing and keeping track of hundreds of eyes lmao. so i went with futakuchi-onna instead - one of the traits is that it has long hair that can be used like hands so i knew he needed longish hair, but too long was too similar to emile, so i thought it might be neat to have him with shorter hair that he wished he could cut, but wasn’t really able to

3. i drew this twice coz my goddamn laptop froze, but basically just bullet poinrs i decided as i designed him in full. he’s a scrawny dude coz his head mouth eats everything, so i wanted him to look like he didn’t quite fit into clothes for people his height. he has glasses/dark eyes coz he barely sleeps, a hat to cover his second mouth, and warm coloured vaguely mori inspired clothes coz he’s a nice warm guy. kinda shy, so face is sort of covered. stuff like that

basically i just have a suuuuuper simple concept in mind and work around that! try and have a rough idea of what your character’s personality is and you can work around that. ie: emile is flighty and easy going -> long shapes, haphazardly picked clothes, light colours, vs georgie who is more serious and sturdy -> more rectangular shaped, darker colours, specifically picked clothes instead of whatever’s clean lol

i hope that sort of answers your question!!

i don’t believe in magic, usually

pairing: Kenny Omega/Female OC
warnings: none. two part update, part 2 is smut, this is not
a/n: inspired by a lot of things, but mostly how adorable Kenny is. mostly. anyways, if you guys have any sentence prompts for NJPW ppl, i’ll write it, promise. 

Originally posted by toosweetme


She doesn’t look up at first, too consumed with finishing her set of squats. She’s only just hit 170lbs across the back, the most she’s ever done, and she’ll be damned if she lets some weirdo ruin her training. She isn’t completely alone here, either— one of her training partners is over on the dumbbells, which means if she needs back up… he’s right there.

But the person she turns to isn’t a fan. He looks… eerily familiar.

“Teri Arakawa?” It’s said more as a question now, and slowly she begins to recognise who stands in front of her. Curly hair mismatched in colour, some tendrils pale blonde, others dark grey, and eyes so blue they put her nerves on edge.

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