the disappearing foot

anonymous asked:

Okay but imagine tiny!les amis in the first year of primary school singing 'revolting children' from mathilda the musical.



  • Very competitive, especially in subjects he loves, like history
  • Impossibly eloquent for an 8 year old. Impressive vocabulary and rhetoric
  • The best at designing and organising games and make-beliefs, with costumes, action and high stakes


  • Insists on reading everything within reach, even books that aren’t suitable for his age. Mathilda is his ultimate role model
  • Brings insects, snails, and the like in jars for show and tell, knows all the latin names etc etc
  • Calm and reliable, but also king of the Stone Cold Roast. That kid is savage and goes for the kill


  • The kid who trades pokemon cards, marbles, pogs, or whatever it is kids trade these days. He’s very proud of his collection.
  • Once watched a PG 10 movie and talked about it for 3 months
  • Will fuck you up and get into fights if you mock his friends


  • The class clown but also really smart because he reads a lot and actually likes learning when he’s not obligated to
  • Dyscalculic as fuck, thus sucks at maths. He was scared people would make fun of him, but they’re really cool and helpful about it
  • Knows all the current memes for some ungodly reason. Help this child


  • It doesn’t matter what people say, cure-all kisses are real and if you say they’re not, you’re a liar
  • Brings his own lunch box because of food allergies. His mom prepares the cutest lunches anyway, and everyone’s a bit jealous
  • Loves golden star stickers so much. All the stickers, actually


  • Every party trick condensed in one kid, be it the milk snorting or juggling
  • So many novelty band-aids
  • So generous and kind, you have no idea. He’ll give you up to the tooth he’s just lost if you needed 2€ from the Tooth-Fairy


  • Really likes French lessons because they get to learn poems by heart and recite them, even though they’re really really shy
  • The school once called their parents because Jehan had “unusual and morbid hobbies” after they found a dead bird and organised a very dramatic funeral for it
  • Will stand up to bullies with every inch of their tiny intrepid body


  • Makes a lot of little origamis in class
  • Adores geography more than anything else, because learning about other people and their culture and what’s going on in other places is fascinating
  • Is very protective of younger kids, even though he’s not that old himself.


  • Knows absolutely everyone from the youngest batch of pupils to some adults who are part of the school staff it’s just??
  • He looks a lot older than he actually is and is a bit intimidating like that, but he’s actually a huge softy
  • Merciless in PE. He /will/ destroy you. He didn’t come here to make friends, okay? Friendships disappear once you step foot on a football field

Fang: “I’LL FUCKING- Oh, it’s you guys.

Netta: Yeah, it’s us. And, good, you aren’t crazy anymore!

Springs: “To-Toxy, y-your e-eye..and y-your ch-chest..AND y-your si-side..

Toxy: “I’m fine!

Cherry: “Ya don’t look so fine..

The Labyrinth Chapter 7

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin

Length: 1730

Summary: Finding an injured boy collapsing in front of your house, you decide to help him, only to find out he’s associated with some underground business. After that fateful night, you surprisingly find him in the new class you had just transferred into.

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10  Chapter 11  Chapter 12 || Jin Trailer ||

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

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channie-pcy-deactivated20170323  asked:

10 with chanyeol please! Much love 💕☺️

You have to give your best friend some credit; she simply had a talent for something you could never accomplish yourself.

And that talent was children.

Communicating with them, playing with them, taking care of them, all of these things were part of your friend, Eunhee’s, career as an elementary school teacher. She could simply connect with them on a level you could never understand.

You, on the other hand, weren’t so blessed in the kid department.

It wasn’t that you were terrible with children, but you certainly didn’t have a habit of making deep connections with them. It was something you admired, but secretly envied about your best friend.

Today, you had received a text during your lunch break at work that Eunhee needed a hand moving several boxes into her new classroom.

Sent: Why can’t you ask another staff member? I’m sure there is at least one male teacher who can move all of your textbooks and supplies for you.

Eunhee: I just got hired here a few weeks ago and barely know anyone. It’d be so awkward. Pleeeease?

Sent: Alright, fine. But you owe me an ice cream run for this.

Eunhee: Deal

You sighed, disappointed that you let yourself give up another meal so easily. You packed your office belongings and signed out before heading to the parking garage and driving in the direction of Eunhee’s school.

When you arrived, it wasn’t long at all before your ears were so graciously welcomed by the nightmarish shrieks and screams of the children in Eunhee’s classroom. You warily slid the wooden door open, the cacophonous noise of children causing your ears to ring in discomfort. You saw Eunhee kneeling next to a bookshelf, attempting to comfort a sobbing child. She quickly looked over her shoulder and nodded for you to come closer. You looked to the side to see the classroom in mass hysteria: crayons and colored paper being thrown in all directions, a boy holding a teddy bear just out of reach of a seriously pissed off little girl, and one poor kid attempting to get a significant amount of tacky glue off of his arms.

“Seems like you really needed the help, then.” You gave Eunhee a wide-eyed, sympathetic look as she stood up.

“You have no idea.” She rubbed her temples, sighing in distress. “Can you move those three boxes into the closet a few doors down from my classroom? They’re extras and- Kwangmin I said not to eat that! Don’t put that in your mouth!-

You turned your attention to the back of the glass where a rather chubby little boy was angling a bottle of glue, preparing to dunk its sticky white contents down his throat. He paused in his actions as soon as he heard Eunhee’s yells.

“Sorry about that- it’s a new class, which means new teaching strategies.” She turned back to you with a huff, “I don’t have enough storage to keep those boxes in here and they’re taking up too much space.”

“Sure, I can do that.” You smiled at her reassuringly and she left you to tend to the three cardboard boxes, strutting across the room to stop the one called Kwangmin from ingesting the bottle of glue.

You blinked several times, trying to wrap your head around why anyone would want to put themselves through this kind of hell and call it a career, but you knew that this was Eunhee’s speciality, and you were pretty damn sure there was nothing she couldn’t handle.

You turned your attention back to the boxes, but as you leaned to pick them up, you came to the irritating realization that they were about thirty pounds heavier than you thought they were. After an excessive amount of effort, you lifted them to stack on top of each other before heaving them into your arms. With the boxes pressed against your cheek and your vision obscured, you staggered out of the noisy classroom and out into the hallway.

Geezus, what in the world does an elementary school teacher keep in these things that makes them so damn heavy?

You turned stumbled up and down the hall, trying to locate where the storage closet was with little success. The strain on your arms was beginning to wear at your strength, and you began to pick up your speed in an attempt to reach your aimless destination quicker.

You were panting as you rounded a corner, the muscles in your arms just about to give out when-


You crashed right into a wall.

“Oh my god, are you okay?”

A wall that apparently, talked.

“Here, let me take some of those off your hands.”

The voice that sounded in front of you was surprisingly deep, smooth even. It then hit you that you had, in fact, run into another human being. A significant amount of pressure was released from your arms, and your shoulders lifted with the new sense of relief.

With two of the boxes no longer covering your vision, your eyes looked up to meet a pair of large, gleaming brown ones. The man’s attractiveness physically caught you off guard and you jerked backwards, dropping the remaining box in your arms as a result.

“Oh, god, I’m sorry- I should’ve taken that one as well.” The stranger knelt down to the ground, placing the boxes he was carrying on the floor and placing third one onto the stack.

You could only stare at his movements in shock. He shuffled to pick up the hefty cargo, and you used the moment to take in his appearance.

He was handsome with a capital H. And it made your heartbeat quicken at a painful rate.

His hair was a wavy chestnut, and his curls formed little wisps that framed his large, black glasses. He was tall, tall enough to make you feel intimidated if it wasn’t for his gentle demeanor. He had on a simple button-up with rolled up sleeves, along with a pair of dark skinny jeans that accentuated his height, especially now that he was standing up.

Oh god, he’s standing up.

You shook yourself from your thoughts, mentally scolding yourself for being such a whimsical flirt.

“No- It was my- But I- You didn’t-” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, centering your attention on getting a coherent sentence out in your flustered state. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to run into you. You certainly don’t have to carry those for me-”

“No, it’s fine,” His smile was radiant, internally melting you into a puddle. “These are headed for the storage closet, right?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but your words failed you. You simply nodded.

He smiled again and nodded for you to follow him down the hall as he began to walk away. As he turned his back, you smacked yourself in the forehead several times. You had never wanted to disappear out of pure embarrassment so badly before.

You trailed behind the handsome stranger for a little while before he stopped in front of a pair of double doors. He slid them open with his foot and disappeared inside for a few moments. You could only stare down at your hands, twiddling your thumbs and mentally kicking yourself over and over. Once he returned, he closed the door and held out his hand, gesturing back the way you had come.

“My name is Chanyeol, by the way. Can I walk you back to the class?”

“Oh, um sure,” You dipped your head in gratitude. “I don’t work here though, I’m just here to help a friend of mine.”

“Oh, I’m not a teacher either,” Chanyeol grinned sheepishly at the floor as the two of you began to make your way back to Eunhee’s classroom. “My brother has a kid that goes here, and he needed me to pick him up.”

“Really? What’s his kid’s name?”

You and Chanyeol made it to the classroom door, the chaotic noise greeting you as you pulled it open.

“Kwang-” Chanyeol’s face fell as soon as he looked out across the classroom, just in time to see the kid that Eunhee had stopped from chugging glue earlier, puking up a cream-colored substance all over the carpeted floor.


Eunhee was immediately at the kid’s side, helping him breathe during his relapse of regurgitation.  Chanyeol wasted no time in darting across the space to be at his side. You pulled out your phone, ready to call for an ambulance as you watched the two adults frantically tend to the sickly child.

Several minutes later, you could finally let out a sigh of relief at the situation being resolved. Eunhee said there was no need for an ambulance, as Chanyeol had tended to the kid himself, making sure he was able to breathe properly, and even spending several minutes calming the child down. You had never seen a man speak so coaxingly to children before. If Chanyeol wasn’t already causing your heart to flutter, that certainly did the trick.

Chanyeol had called his brother over, and he was able to take poor Kwangmin home. Eunhee rushed back to her classroom to settle the impending chaos, leaving you and Chanyeol alone at the front gate of the school.

There was an awkward, tensioned silence between the two of you, but Chanyeol broke it as he noticed how stressed you looked.

“Are you alright? You look extremely pale.” He put his hands delicately on your shoulders, his expression coated in concern.

“No- I’m alright. I’ve just… Had a very stressful day.” You couldn’t help but admit to yourself that you were feeling lightheaded. “I came here as soon as Eunhee asked me to, so I didn’t have a chance to eat lunch-”

“Let me take you to get something to eat, then.” His tone was evidently worried.

“No, Chanyeol, it’s really okay, I don’t have my wallet on me-” You did your best to shrug off his hands from your shoulders, but they remained firmly in place.

He shook his head, shooting down your protests. “It’ll be on me, it’s the least I can do after the incident my friend’s kid caused. But, there is a way you can pay me back for the meal.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion.

“I’ve told you my name, but you never told me yours.” His lips curled up into a cheeky grin and you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a short laugh.

“It’s (y/n),” You couldn’t help it, his smile was contagious.

“Alright then, Ms. (y/n), I know a great noodle shop just down the street from here. Allow me to be your chauffeur.” Chanyeol backed away from you just enough to do a faux, formal bow.

He then straightened himself and extended his arm for you to take.

“Sounds delightful.”  You looped your arm around his elbow, letting him lead you towards the parking lot.

You had to stop yourself from gaping once you made it to his car. A sleek, silver Mercedes Benz. Chanyeol ushered you to the passenger side and opened the door for you like a gentleman. You nodded your thanks and scooted inside, the silky black leather enveloping you with a sense of luxury. Once he made it into the driver’s seat, Chanyeol looked to you and sent you a soft smile. You returned it, not expecting what he did next: in the blink of an eye, Chanyeol had leaned in abnormally close to you, reaching behind you for the seatbelt.

Your cheeks heated instantly as you felt his body warmth radiating off of him. Chanyeol then pulled the seatbelt over your shoulders and locked it into place with a sharp click.

He shifted back into his seat with a charismatic smile. “All set?”

“All set.” You prayed to God that your voice didn’t give away how flustered you were in that moment. “Let me text Eunhee that I’m going out for lunch.”

Chanyeol nodded to you as he started the car. You quickly unlocked your phone and began typing to your best friend.

Sent: Heading out to lunch with Chanyeol, the guy you met earlier. I should be back in a half-hour <3

Eunhee: Go get ‘em, tiger~ He comes to pick up Kwangmin regularly, so I know you’re in good hands. He’s a keeper, (y/n)

Sent: What makes you say that?

Eunhee: You know what they say~

Sent: ..?

Eunhee: Ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.

Originally posted by takeachansoo

A/N: I got sooooo carried away with this but rn I am in intense pain and only thoughts of my darling bias can console me. I hope this turned out alright for you hun!! (couldn’t find a gif of Chanyeol in glasses rip) I wanted to get something posted before the school week began to I hope this can make up for a lack of DA at least a little bit x~x


Just a small bite

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin


One Shot

A/N: I am starting to go through all the requests.Slowly I hope to finish them and make space for new.I hope you like this one and sorry for any mistakes. Gifs aren’t mine. This is from ‘your’ POV.

Requested by: Anonymous 

Request: “Hey can u please do a BTS Jimin Au just the boys where ONLY Jimin is a werewolf and he gets angry easily and can barely ever control himself and one blood moon or eclipse or something he completely loses control and goes on a killing spree and almost kills JungKook then somewhere in the story finds out the Female alpha who bit him then they become mates….? 

Word count:  4,617

Warnings: blood.

  It wasn’t easy to be different, it wasn’t easy to be a creature many feared.You were born this way and couldn’t change it, not only that but fate had chosen to give you all the power it had. From your first cry you were a werewolf, since you reached the age of 10 you were an alpha.

  Many thought it was strange, a female being an alpha?Yet no matter what they thought no one could say anything, you were the one with all the power.You had the whole pack in your hand and could do with them whatever you wanted. 

  You did go to school everyday like a normal person, except the fact that almost all the time you had people of your pack around you.Slowly as you go older you started noticing that most of the wolves in your pack ,that were the same age as you found mates.They were in love and happy, you on the other hand had only yourself.

  Yet since little you had your eye on one boy, a very charming one.He was supper adorable, but once he started growing up his chubby cheeks turned into a sharp jawline.His body was strong and muscular.People started calling him the strongest guy on school grounds.Most were afraid to talk to him and his friends, but girls still drooled over them. With each day passing you were starting to think about him even more that usual.But you never told anyone, you couldn’t. How would your pack react to you falling in love with a human. 

  You were only at the age of 16 when you realized what he had done to your heart.The thing is, you couldn’t speak to him at all.Your pack members were always with you, trying to protect you from possible harm that might befall you.His friends were always around him as well. One night you finished school latter than expected.

“I have to go to the bathroom.”you looked at the males of your pack

“Ok, let’s go.”the boy with dark green hair got pulled back by another 

“Where the hell do you think you are going?The girls bathroom?”he pushed him on a chair “Sit your ass down Jack.”

“You are a total ass you know that right Mark.”he growled at the the brown haired boy

“Relax you too.If Jenny wasn’t on a class trip she would have gone with Y/N.Let’s just wait.”

“Thank you B.”this person had been with you since you became an alpha.He was super cool and chill most of the time and you liked to call him B, even if it was just a letter.His hair was a bit longer than the others and jet black 

“What if something happens to her?” Jack jumped of the chair 

“Are you underestimating an alpha?” asked B with an amazed look on his face

“It’s not that…”he sat back down and you patted his back with a smile

“I will be fine Jack. Just wait a bit for me, ok?”he nodded and you left the classroom

  The bathroom was empty, maybe because you were the only ones left in the building. You washed your hands and stopped the running water, turning towards the second stall from the window towards the door.Reaching inside your bag you pulled out a few big bandaids and slipped them under the door. As you opened the bathroom, footsteps were heard and someone pulled you back inside.The lights suddenly turned off.You found yourself in someone’s lap, he was strong and definitely hurt.The foot steps disappeared shortly.The man that was behind you sighed and his body relaxed. You turned around and gasped, his name escaping your lips.

“Park Jimin!” 

“How can you see me in the dark Y/N?”he asked 

“How can you?”you returned the question 

“I recognized your voice.”

“Me…me too.” judging by the smell in the air you looked at his face and arms “You are hurt.”

“You must really have good eyesight.”

  You reached in your bag again and pulled out a disinfecting spray and treated all of his wounds. He relaxed after everything was over and the stinging sensation passed by.

“I was shocked when you pulled me back.”you told him

“I was shocked when you slid the bandaids under the door.You are really amazing aren’t you.Why do you have a whole pharmacy in your bag though?”

“My pac-, I mean my friends fight like cubs most of the time.”you giggled and reached out “Let’s get going.”he agreed and you tried to pull him up.Sadly his body was heavier that you thought and slipping you fell on top of him, hitting your head with his. “Oh my god.”you looked at him “Are you ok?” dismissing the light kiss that happened, which he obviously didn’t notice.

“I am, are you?”he asked getting up this time on his own and helping you as well

“Yeah, I am ok.”you blushed a bit 

 Once you walked out in the corridor you saw that the lights were all on.Loud footsteps echoed again.

“Shit, they are back!”you grabbed his sleeve and tugged a bit 

“No, it’s ok.It’s not them.”

“JIMIN!”a bunch of boys yelled, obviously his friends 

“Y/N!”you heard your name and soon your boys came as well

“What happened here.”asked the pretty boy of the school, Jin, he did look pissed off “Who the hell are you?”he looked at you

“Y/N are you ok?”asked B 

“What the hell is your problem!?” hissed Mark

“I want to know the same thing.Why was she with our leader?”asked Namjoon

“Careful who you are talking to!” Mark was supper angry, but Jack pulled him back

“Let’s go.”

“Wait…Y/N…”B’s voice trembled “Is this….”everyone looked at you and noticed the blood onto his fingers, his eyes moved to Jimin noticing the same substance onto his lips as well.Suddenly B’s mind traveled to all kinds of places. “You little…” 

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Brotzly Week Day #5: ‘Angst’

@victorluvsalice this is one of the most horrifying prompts i’ve ever received. I’M GONNA DO IT.

i stabbed my soul in the face 17 times to write this but i hope you enjoy (….y’know what, that might be the wrong word)

WARNING: this is quite psychological horror-y, there’s angst and betrayal and sad things and it’s gonna end on a sad but not world-ending note (NO MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH OR BREAK UPS I PROMISE)

He’s running. He’s running faster than he’s ever run before and it’s still not fast enough. Not fast enough to cover any distance. Not fast enough to leave the footsteps behind. Not fast enough to leave the image behind, the one burned into his retinas.

His symbol. The Icarus symbol. Printed in red ink on paper he wasn’t supposed to find in a hiding place where he wasn’t supposed to look.

Where Todd knew he had no reason to look.

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Guardian (VIII)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jongdae / Baekhyun

Rating: PG

Word Count: 3,324

Summary:  You keep seeing the same guy everywhere you go. In the coffee shop, on the streets, in your philosophy class. It’s getting to the point where you think he’s stalking you - only to realize that maybe there’s something much more mysterious at play here. (AU: Chen is your guardian angel)

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‘Angela in Wonderland’ AU Part 2

  • The forest Angela wonders in is dark. The twisted trees all looming above. She feels something watching her, and turns every corner waiting for a monster to attack.
  • “You look interesting. Lost, amgia?”
  • Twisting on the tips of her toes, Angela spies a wide grin in the darkness, flashing needle sharp teeth. The body of purple shadow shifts into light. Revealing a large black cat with stripes of purple down its back.
  • Angela tries to explain that she’s lost, but the cat waves its paw easily. She knows, and disappears into a tree trunk only to speak beside her shoulder. A shadow floating in the air as she starts to drift down a path.
  • The cat calls itself Sombra, and Angela finds it unnerving but not without placing her trust in her. They steady begin to walk out of the forest. 
  • “I’m not Mercy. Why do they think I am? I can’t bring someone back from the dead.”
  • The cat’s eyes are purple and large, grinning with secrets.
  • “I think you can only be if you want to be, amiga.”
  • Before Angela can ask what that means, the cat disappears and her foot steps into a clearing. A sort of party that went wrong decorates a table. A man sits on the edge of the table. Bowed over and showing only his green hair and a top hat with a blue ribbon tied to it. His hands run a stone along a sword, and he looks up at her presence. Gasping in awe at the sight of her.
  • “Mercy?” 

anonymous asked:

dreville + 370?

“You know, it’s okay to cry.” Draco whispered. 

Neville pushed his husband on the shoulder. “Shut up, I know that.” 

“I mean, it’s a children’s movie but that’s still okay,” Draco mocked. That time he was met with a pillow to the face. He grabbed the pillow and yanked, pulling it to the other side of the bed, and with it, Neville. He manged to steal a kiss before Neville wriggled away. 

They were then met with an aggravated shushing and a moment later a small pair of bright brown eyes was glaring at them from the foot of the bed. “Would you two please pipe down, I am trying to watch the movie!” 

They stifled their smiles and nodded solemnly. “We’re sorry, pumpkin,” Neville said, placating the four year old. She glared at them a moment longer before turning around and disappearing behind the foot board. 

Draco leaned in closed to Neville, so as not to disturb their daughter. “Remind me again why we asked Granger to surrogate?” And for the second time that night, he had a face full of pillow.

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Rookie Mistakes - Jason Todd x Reader

Request: It’s not a Christmas prompt so I was wondering if you could write about Jason’s finding out there’s a new vigilante in town and stalking her outside her costume? Like he intentionally bump into her and flirt and later convince her not to do that stuff because it’s dangerous? Also while fighting alongside her at night without her knowing it’s him?

Sorry this took so long love! I’m a terrible human being who can’t force herself to write on a regular basis. But hey! It’s longer than most of them!

Words: 1024

He’d met you on the rooftops a week ago.

You’d been struggling to beat up one of Penguin’s goons when Jason had shown up and given you some much needed assistance. By the way you’d been fighting, Jason figured you were new to the vigilante game.

And no offense to you, but you really shouldn’t be fighting in the first place. This city is full of thugs and villains who won’t hesitate to kill a would-be superhero if given the chance. And if you keep fighting like you were the other night, you will get killed.

The thug had knocked you to the ground and was prepared to shoot. He would have killed you had Jason not shot the gun out of the thug’s hand at the last second. While the thug was distracted by his weapon disappearing, you pulled your foot behind his leg and knocked him to the ground.

Jason knocked the guy out before turning to help you to your feet.

“Name’s Red Hood,” he’d said when you took his hand. “You looked like you could use some help.”

“I had it under control,” you huffed as he pulled you up.

“Sure you did, Princess.”

“It’s Impact, thank you for asking.”

“Oh, excuse me. Princess Impact.”

You shot him a slight death glare that would have been more intimidating had you not been wearing a mask. “Are you going to take him in, or should I?”

“I’ll get him,” he said as he walked over to the unconscious thug. “You know, you really shouldn’t be out here alone. This is dangerous work.”

“Thanks for the advice, Red, but that seems pretty hypocritical of you. Since you’re running around out here alone.”

“But the thing is, Princess—”


“—I actually know what I’m doing. You’ll get yourself killed if you keep up like this,” he picked up the thug and slung him over his shoulder. “For your own good, leave this crazy game now.”

“I know you fight for something, Mr. Red Hood. And I want you to know I’m fighting for something, too. And I won’t give it up that easily,” you said before disappearing off the side of the building.

Worry had crept up in Jason’s stomach. He had to convince you to leave this life before it was too late. But who were you really?

Just as he was about to carry the thug to the GCPD, he noticed something lying on the rooftop where you’d been knocked down. He bent over and picked up a broken hair tie with a couple of strands of hair clinging to it. He smirked to himself.

This is how he would find you.

With a sigh of exhaustion you plop down into your couch. Work had left you absolutely exhausted, and you’re still sore from last week’s exciting encounter, but you’re still determined to patrol the city tonight. You even have your costume laid out on the coffee table ready to go.

You just need a nap first.

It feels like you’re eyes have only been closed for a few seconds when a tapping on your window startles you. You open your eyes to see what it is only to see that you’re sitting in darkness.

Apparently you did take a nap.

The tapping on your window continues while your eyes adjust and wake up. You stand up and make your way towards the window, swearing to yourself when you stumble over your shoes and your shin rams the coffee table.

By the time you make it to the window, the tapping is really starting to annoy you. You fling the window up without looking out first. You’re prepared to shoo away a random bird or something. So when a familiar red hood pops his head in your apartment, you can’t help but scream in surprise and stumble backwards into the couch.

“You missing something, Princess?” the Red Hood asks as he crawls into your living room.

“What are you—”

“Y/N L/N, I’ve come here to tell you that being Impact is a very bad idea.”

“This city needs help—wait,” you knit your eyebrows together. “How did you—”

“Find out who you really are? Why, I’m holding it in my hand,” he flashes a hair tie at you; you swear you can practically hear the smirk under his hood. As soon as you recognize where it came from, your eyes widen, and you glance at your costume on the coffee table. “First rule of playing hero,” he says, “Never leave evidence behind.”

“And why do you care so much? What does it matter to you whether I patrol the city or not? There are at least five of you out there on a regular basis. What’s one more?”

“The difference is that we have all been trained for this. It’s no place for an innocent. You can make a difference some other way.”

“If it bothers you that much, then train me,” you say. You’re really starting to lose patience with this guy.

“What?” Red Hood actually looks surprised.

“I said if it bother you that much, train me yourself,” you stand up and walk up to him so that your chest is only a few inches away from his. Even though you still have to crane your neck up to look at his face, you feel more confident than you did before. “Train me. Because I promise that no amount of ‘convincing’ will prevent me from trying to change this city.”

The two of you stare at each other for several minutes in silence. The tension between the two of you is thick enough you could cut it with a knife. When the Red Hood speaks, he’s raised his hands to his helmet.

“Fine,” he says before taking off the mask to reveal an extremely handsome young man with a white streak in his hair and blue-green eyes that show much more age than his body. “I can tell you’re serious about this. So my name is Jason, and I’ll be your vigilante mentor. Our first lesson will be ‘How to Not Get Killed in Action.’”

Being Human ||Seventeen 95line Au Part 1

{A/N} Hey guys, so this fic is partially based off the tv show Being Human, but mainly the only thing that’s the same is supernatural beings sharing a house in an attempt to try and appear normal to the outside world. There is a werewolf and a ghost like in the show, but the other two are something else that will be revealed later. 95line will be the main characters, so you will see them the most, but the other members will pop up occasionally. Also I know the picture has Jeonghan’s shorter hair, but in the story he still has his long hair.

You stared at the door. You had to try again. It hadn’t worked yet, but you needed it too. You needed to believe that it would work because the alternative was too painful for you to bare. You took a deep breath. (Well technically you did. Breathing isn’t exactly something you can do anymore, but you can still do the action and somehow it still feels like you are breathing even though it’s physically impossible) It gave you enough confidence to make your way across the room to the door. 

Standing just a few feet in front of the door, you began to raise your hand out in front of you. You watched as your hand disappeared through it. This is a good sign. Although, it has happened before and it still didn’t work. But, you couldn’t think of that right now. You needed to focus on this. You took a step forward and your foot disappeared through the door now too. 

“Here goes nothing,” you say out loud. It didn’t matter that Hoshi was sitting on the couch 10 feet from you. He had never heard, or even seen you once in the years that he has lived here. So you paid no mind to him and whatever he was watching on the TV. You walked the rest of the way through the door.

OH CHEESES!” You found yourself, once again, standing at the bottom of the stairs. Any time you try to leave the house you always end up back here. At the spot where you died. You don’t remember exactly how it happened, you just remember falling. Then it was like you woke up, except you weren’t ever asleep. It was like you woke up from living. You know you had hit your head though, that’s what actually killed you. You saw your own body, lying there dead on the ground, until people came and took it away. You watched while your mother sat next to your body crying and then cowering in your step father’s chest, unable to watch as they stuffed you, her eighteen year old daughter, in a black bag and took you away. 

They moved out soon after and there have been several people to live here since then. Although they all left not long after moving in because they claimed the house was haunted. Not that they were wrong, the house was haunted. By you. But it’s not like anyone in the real world had believed them. You don’t know why they were so upset either. It’s not like you ever hurt anyone, you would never hurt another living creature. You just wanted to be noticed, be touched. You just wanted to feel something, some connection of any sort with someone, you didn’t even care who. But that would never happen. You are a ghost. A ghost who can’t even leave from the house she died in. Even if there was a way for a ghost to have that connection with someone that you so desperately craved, you would never be able to find it while stuck in this house. This house. Where the only people you saw were the occasional new residents, oblivious to anything even being there, until they were scared out of their minds that the lights would start switching on and off or the house would lightly shake like there was a small earthquake occurring. 

Hoshi had been around the longest, but that’s just because he’s the house’s landlord now. He bought the house from your mom and step-father after your death and now he rents it out. So, he’s not around enough to be scared off by you and this house, although, you’re sure it must be frustrating for him to be constantly going through tenants because they get scared off all the time. You feel bad, but you can’t help it. You just want someone to see you and you aren’t going to give up hope that one day it could happen, so you keep on trying. 

Hoshi checks the time on his phone and a look of worry comes across his face. You have to admit he is very adorable, but also attractive aswell. You’d think chubby cheeks wouldn’t be attractive on a man, but oh lord does he pull it off. You never had a boyfriend when you were alive, not even a first kiss, which makes your desire to have a connection with another person so much more powerful. You were shy, a bit naive, and quite sheltered from other people when you were alive so it made connecting with other people hard, but you wish that if you had had a boyfriend when you were alive that he would have been like Hoshi. He was cute, happy and from what you have seen he’s one of the sweetest boys you’ve ever seen, even if he wasn’t always truthful, especially when people come to look at the house before they decide to rent it or not. 

While you were daydreaming about him, Hoshi had turned off the Tv and begun cleaning up the room. 

“I should’ve been paying more attention to the time. They are going to be here in an hour and I still have to make sure the pipes are still working properly.”

Whoops. Okay maybe you had gotten really frustrated last week after trying desperately to communicate with the last tenant and maybe several of the pipes all over the house had burst, as a result. Atleast no one was hurt. Just one really freaked out tenant who left the next day. Wait, did he say someone’s coming? You’re surprised. Usually it takes him a bit longer to find someone interested in renting the house. 

You leave Hoshi downstairs to finish his work, while you wander upstairs to sit by your old window. The view is of the front of the house. You can see the road, a few neighboring houses, even part of the sky. Since the house is near the main part of the city, most of the houses are crowded close together here, so the houses across the street block the rest of the sky from your view. You can’t even see the sunset in this house because of them. 

A car pulls up on the street in front of the house and parks. You assume it’s the new tenants that Hoshi is expecting. The house doesn’t have much of front yard, so the street isn’t far from the window. You see three figures emerge from the car, all guys. One has short black hair and is in a simple T shirt and some jeans. Another has long black hair and is wearing a hat, so you can’t see his face. You can’t see the face of the third one either. He is in a black sweatshirt with the hood pulled up over his head, but you can see bits of brown hair peaking out from under his hood. 

You head downstairs. You like being there for the house tour. It gives you the chance to get to see how the new tenants are and to backtalk Hoshi when he lies to the tenants to make the house look better than it actually is. You would never have the courage to speak to someone in real life like you do to him and the tenants, but since no one actually can hear you, it doesn’t bother you and it even gives you a little entertainment in your otherwise boring existence.

You stood at the bottom of the stairs playing with your sweater paws in your over-sized sweater that you died in, so it’s now a permanent part of your outfit for the foreseeable future. The doorbell rang and Hoshi answered the door. 

“Hi, I’m Hoshi, the owner. Please come into the livingroom.” The three stepped into the livingroom and their eyes scanned what they could see of the house. When their eyes looked in your direction, you could’ve sworn that you had made eye contact with each of them for a second or two, but you knew better than to jump to those conclusions. No one else could ever see you and these boys are no different. 

“Hello Hoshi, I’m Jeonghan.” It was the one that was wearing the hat. Wow, they were all very nice to look at. So nice that you didn’t want to remove your eyes from any of their beauty. If looks could kill the dead again, you would be a goner just from a glace at one of them. Jeonghan’s face was very fair and his hair looked so shiny and smooth that you bet it feels like silk; you wanted to run your hands through it. He even has a kind of heavenly glow coming from his skin. “That’s Seungcheol by the door, but we call him S. Coups.” He gestured to the man with the short black hair. Now that you can see him closer you notice his muscles. They are huge and they look amazing peeping out from under his shirt sleeves. “And this is my brother, Joshua” He gestured to the one in the hood, who was currently standing off to the side of the room, just out of reach from the sunlight. If you were alive, looking at Joshua would have made your heart stop. He has a fair face just like his brother, only instead of a heavenly glow it was almost like he had a dark aura surrounding him. Although that was overseen the second he gave Hoshi a smile and a slight head bow. His smile was addicting to you, no it was more like a magnet. It attracted you to him, made you want to come closer, even though his smile obviously wasn’t directed at you. You stayed where you were and Hoshi began his tour. 

He took them through the kitchen and the dining room which where the only other things on this level other than the living room and a bathroom.

“This is the kitchen, it has tile counter tops and its cupboards are oak wood. The last tenants had me replace the fridge so this one is brand new.” He said as he tried to direct their gazes around the room. 

“Ha! New. That’s funny Hoshi. New to the house, yes, but I wouldn’t count a fridge you bought off the street for probably 50 bucks as actually new.”

Hoshi had kept his tour going, oblivious to you or what you had said. You were to his side sitting on one of the counter tops. The three other guys standing not far to your other side. While you were talking, it seemed like their eyes were flashing over to you occasionally, then back to Hoshi or other places around the room. S. Coups even took another look at the fridge after you had mentioned it. That’s a weird coincidence. Maybe they are more open to presences than other people and can somewhat like subconsciously sense you and what you say. Hopefully you can manipulate this a bit more before they decide to move out like everyone else, that is if they even decide to stay in the first place. 

Hoshi led them back into the living room and to the bottom of the stairs. You stayed just to his side as you were before, only now the three guys were standing to your side, while the stairs began at your other side. They had a great view of your death spot from where they were standing. 

“Ah yeah, the tile on the stairs is broken here at the bottom. The owners before me were trying to take some furniture up the stairs and one fell back down and broke the tile there. I haven’t been able to fix it, yet. Sorry.”

“Pffft furniture. I didn’t realize a daughter was a piece of furniture, Hoshi. Also aren’t you legally supposed to disclose when a death happens on the premises? If anyone ever found out about you hiding my death from them before they move in, you could end up in alot of trouble” You turned to look back at the guys. They were all staring at you, wide eyed. You. Not behind you. Not at Hoshi to the side of you. At you. You were shocked. 

“Omigod, can you guys see me?!” You walked a little closer to them and all their eyes left you and were obviously trying to avoid you. They were trying to look at Hoshi and listen to whatever he was talking about at the moment aswell. But, you couldn’t care less what he was talking about. THEY COULD SEE YOU! How?

“Hey, I know you can see me. How can you see me? No one else can. Hey, don’t ignore me. I don’t care if Hoshi is going to think you’re crazy. Someone answer me. Please?” They still tried to avoid your eyes and focus on Hoshi, who was apparently the only one in the room who didn’t know you were there. Actually, the other two avoided your gaze, but Joshua, he looked you right in the eyes. But, it was only for a moment. Then Hoshi was leading the three of them up the stairs and he broke the eye contact to follow, just behind Jeonghan. They all made extra care to avoid the dent you made in the floor when you died, except Hoshi, he, as always, just walked through it. Finally, someone has seen you! You’re not going to let this chance just slip through your fingers. They need to become the new tenants. They just have to.

[a/n]- The idea for these characters came from reading stories on the account @95boysbe. I love all her writing and while I was reading her newest series I got the idea to make this series.

Be More Chill AU Paralyzed Jake AU

During the fire at his party Jake got caught under the building as it was collapsing and by the time they took him to the hospital he had lost all feeling in his legs. He’s now permanently paralyzed from the waist down and Rich feels awful. Not only does Jake not have his parents or a house anymore but now he doesn’t even have his legs. After The Play where Jake realizes with a SQUIP he’ll be able walk again and wanting to have control over at least one thing in his life he guilts Rich into helping him find another dealer for SQUIP after the guy from Foot Locker disappears. Rich knows this is a bad idea but he wants to do anything to try and fix his friendship with Jake.

anonymous asked:

12 and dexnurse?

12. The one where soulmates can heal each other’s wounds.

Dex sighs as he climbs the steps to their room. They’ve been told that their ability to sense each other’s injuries is abnormal, but by now he’s so used to knowing when and where Nurse is hurt that it doesn’t seem out of the ordinary.

“Do I even want to know what it was this time?” he asks when he gets into their room, dropping his bag on his desk and sitting on the bed next to Nursey.

“It wasn’t my fault,” Nursey protests.

Dex tugs his sock off and shakes his head at the forming bruise on Nursey’s foot. He runs his fingers along it, watching as the bruise slowly disappears. His own foot twinges a little as he heals the injury, another thing they’ve been told is abnormal. But they’re used to it. They’ve accepted that they’re more in tune to each other’s bodies than most soulmates.

“Thanks,” Nursey says when Dex is done.

Dex leans in for a thank you kiss and squeezes Nursey’s ankle.

“Can you try to go one day without getting hurt now?” he chirps.

Nursey sighs dramatically but smiles anyway.

“Maybe I purposely trip over things just to give you a reason to touch me,” he says.

“I’m your boyfriend, dummy,” Dex says. “You don’t have to purposely hurt yourself. I’ll touch you whenever you want.”

“Whenever I want?” Nursey asks lewdly, wiggling his eyebrows.

Dex snorts and tackles Nursey backwards. Nursey tries to wrestle back, but Dex has the upper hand and pins him to the bed. He leans in for a filthy kiss and relishes in the way Nursey gives in to him so easily.

“Whenever you want,” he promises.

Soulmates Part. 3

I know it took too long but here it’s the third part.

This is where we left off:

Without being able to stop,  he turned to the left, right beside the kitchen and it was as if he knew what he was looking for. The pull was too strong to avoid walking towards the woman that was talking with the flea-bag. He smelled the woman and groaned. Why did she smell so good? Why did she look so perfect? Why wasn’t she Kagome?

He realized the exact moment she felt him because her body became tense and she looked around slightly. And he saw her turn as if it was in slow motion. He was only a couple of steps away and every single presence and sound that was not this woman disappeared. 

First her foot turned toward him, then the rest of her body followed as if it was a wave reaching the shore. Her ponytail swished as her face darted in his direction and that was the moment he stared into the most beautiful grey eyes he had ever seen. It took them a couple of seconds to recognize each other. Because at the same time the hurricane of his own emotions hit him, so did hers.

Chapter three is here:


Chapter three


Chapter three

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anonymous asked:

Any chance I could prompt you for some good old fashioned jackrabbit mating smut? Mainly, Bunny courting an oblivious Jack leading up to his rut in hope of making Jack his mate/doe. Thanks, I love you, bye! <3

So I couldn’t make it a one shot… But here is the beginning. I’ll add more to this as I get it written. Hope it’s to you liking! Smut is still to come!

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