this was so fun to voice omg

What if...

“Plagg, claws out.”

“Huh? Wait, Adrieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee—!”

-

He’s so tired. So dead tired.

He’s so tired that he can barely function.

Still, as the model Agreste son, he has to make sure to uphold his image, just as his father taught him.

So he straightens his back and adjusts the strap of his backpack against his shoulder, and enters the classroom.

His classmates are all quiet but he doesn’t mind. He’s too sleepy to care.

He stifles a yawn and takes his seat next to Nino, giving him a casual, “hey.”

“Uhh?” Nino responds blankly.

Huh, he must be sleepy too. What a true bro.

He turns around to greet Marinette and Alya.

Alya is gaping and has her hand out like she’s texting on her phone. But her phone seems to have fallen on her desk.

Marinette is staring at him like he’d grown fifty-seven heads and laid an egg.

Seems just like usual then.

“Good morning,” he says to them, hoping the smile he offers them doesn’t look too tired.

Marinette’s eyes widen like he just sprouted an additional fifty-eighth head.

He has no energy to contemplate that so he turns around and lays his head on his desk, hoping to catch a few Z’s before roll-call.

And it’s roll-call that wakes him only a few minutes later.

“Adrien Agreste,” the voice of Miss Bustier calls out.

So he raises his hand and says—

And then he is jolted awake when Marinette starts screaming from behind him.


What if… Adrien was so sleepy that he just walks into class as Chat Noir?

Marichat May (What If…)

Father

“Where’s Malfoy?” The vacant spot next to professor Sinistra immediately caught his eye. Usually he was greeted every morning with a “Late for breakfast again now, are we? You know you could just set an alarm for once like a normal person.” And Harry would respond with something among the lines of “I’m not a normal person, I’m the chosen one.” Then Malfoy would roll his eyes while Harry did a dramatic hair flip.

He always loved seeing Malfoy struggle to suppress a smile every time he did that, and had gotten quite accustomed to their morning ritual.

“Called in sick this morning. Migraine I believe.” Answered professor Mcgonagall.

“Odd. I don’t believe he’s ever been sick since he started working here.” Professor Sinistra looked a bit worried.

“Shouldn’t someone go check on him?”

“Yes, excellent idea Harry. Why don’t you go bring our favorite Slytherin a nice cup of tea? Maybe mention you still haven’t bought an alarm clock while you’re at it.” Neville always made comments like these and Harry still didn’t know why. He and Malfoy seemed to get along just fine but as soon as Harry suggested Neville should go to him to run an errand or something he always sent Harry instead.

“Uhm, well I don’t think I’ll bother him with my non existing shopping habits but I’ll go and have a look. If someone could cover the first couple of minutes of my second years…?”

“Yes of course Harry.” Sounded the answer from Neville, professor Mcgonagall and Flitwick, who exchanged some knowing looks with each other.

“Right then… I’ll go pay him a visit…” Harry gave his colleagues a strange look.

“You go do that Potter.”

“A task right up your alley.”

“Remember to be safe!” Called Neville after him. Sometimes Harry didn’t really get his co-workers. After giving them another questioning look Harry walked off towards the dungeons. It was too early to deal with their weird behaviour.


“Malfoy? Malfoy are you in there?” Harry got no response, but when he pressed his ear to the door he could hear heavy, irregular breathing. Someone was in there at least, and if it wasn’t Malfoy then Harry had to chase the intruder out. And if it was Malfoy then he might be in dire need of help since he didn’t answer.

He decided to open the door.

“Malfoy? Are you in here? I brought tea… “ Harry looked around in the room. It didn’t look like Malfoy was suffering from migraine. The torches on the sides of the walls were burning brightly and illuminated a true mess of a room. Clothes, books, quills and a couple of empty wine bottles decorated the floor.

“Malfoy?” The blond man sat on the middle of his king-sized bed on the far end of the room. He was hugging his knees, and stared out of the window looking out into the great lake. He didn’t respond.

Harry took some tentative steps towards the bed, careful not to trod on anything. “Are you alright? Minerva said…”

His words got stuck in his throat. The closer he got the more he saw. Malfoy was clutching a ministry letter in his hands, the date above the writing told Harry it had arrived the day before. But what shook him the most was that Malfoy was crying.

Silent tears were running down his face, showing no sign of stopping any time soon.

“What happened?” Harry put down the steaming mug of tea on the nightstand, shocked. The last time he’d seen Malfoy cry was during sixth year in the bathroom, just before he cocked everything up by nearly murdering him.

Something bad must have happened. Something really bad.

“What’s wrong?” His voice was barely above a whisper. He felt nerves pool in his gut waiting for the answer.

What could have upset Malfoy so much? What on earth could possibly have the power to break the man who even after the war and the trials hadn’t been broken. The man who had turned Slytherin from a mouldy and disgusting mess into a proud and fierce house again. The man who had been so strong that even Ron had started to admire his character, though he would never admit it.

“He’s reopening his case. He’s blaming everything on me. Everything.” Malfoy drew a couple of shaky breaths. He looked like he could pass out any moment.

Harry suddenly felt his insides turn to ice. It had been ten years since the trials. Ten years. That meant convicts could now ask for a do-over of their case.

He pried the ministry letter from Malfoy’s cramped up hands and read. His frozen insides fell out. Lucius Malfoy was pleading not-guilty, on the grounds that his son had forced him to join Voldemort’s ranks. His own son. He was blaming everything on his own son.

“I won’t let them do this to you. I won’t let them force you to re-live everything, I won’t.” Harry crumbled up the letter in his shaking hands. He wanted to punch something, or floo to the ministry and tell them exactly why this was not happening, or…

“Please leave.” Sniffled Malfoy. “I need to be alone right now.” It broke Harry’s heart that the man thought Harry could leave him alone when he was in such a high state of distress. If ever there had been a moment when Malfoy should not be alone, it was now.

Malfoy tried to wipe the tears from his eyes, tried to recompose himself. Harry caught his hands. “Don’t. Don’t do that. He betrayed you. He is your father and he betrayed you. You’re allowed to be upset.”

“I’m not, Potter.” He tried to free his hands while avoiding Harry’s gaze. “I’m fucking not, I should have been in class ten minutes ago. I can’t… “

“You can. Fuck you Malfoy, for thinking that you don’t even deserve to be upset about this.” Malfoy tried to pull his hands free again, and this time Harry pulled back. Without much resistance Malfoy fell towards Harry, who let go of his hands and wrapped him into a hug.

“Shove it Malfoy.” He kicked off his shoes and sat down on the bed, holding Malfoy tightly wrapped in his arms. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Malfoy didn’t protest anymore, suddenly he felt all of his energy drain away. He’d barely survived the first trials, repeating everything… It was too much to ask. He didn’t even have the energy to feel ashamed for crying in front of his former rival, his current crush.

He caved and he caved hard. “He is my dad.” Malfoy buried his head in the crook of Harry’s neck, his voice broken by tears. “What kind of monster do you have to be, in order to make your own father hate you?”


So I thought it might be fun to write a piece of this story every time I hit a memorable number of followers, in this case that’s 250. Is that a good idea not? Please tell me I have zero judgement skills.

I have reached 350 followers! Omg thank you guys! You can now you can read part two here

for 400 followers part 3 is here!

If you want more parts then you can follow me!

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OLDCODEX’s “Fixed Engine” Song List

SLEEPY LIFE OF SERVAMP OVA 3-TRANSLATION

Rejoice my fellow Sevamp lovers! I have been asked a couple of times for this and I just wanted to say thank you for all the nice messages and even the mentions in the tags where you guys liked the translations I was able to provide.
THANK YOU SO MUCH! ヽ(=^・ω・^=)丿Thank you for being patient and also being the most awesome fandom! ☆*:.。. o(≧▽≦)o .。.:*☆

Wow…I can’t believe I managed to translate all the OVAs. At first I never thought that I would actually start on translating these, I mean, I was sure that a famous subbing group will pick them up. I wasn’t confident to translate them but I did my best,  not everything went well because I’m still not so advanced at Japanese and everything that I did required a lot of dictionary look up and searching references in sentences (When it comes to slang or short forms I’m not good at them…Audio material is also much tougher to translate…)
But all in all, I learned new phrases along the way :D
This OVA in particular was the most challenging of them all, so please, if you have time, look at my translation notes and comments :)

ENJOY THE VIDEO EVERYONE!

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My 20 year old Idol Husband - [Day 11 - It’s Definitely You]

20 yr old Jungkook, at the top of his idol boyband career, has a secret only he & his bandmates know – An underground relationship, with you, a girl he met at a fanmeeting. Things get a little out of hand and you find out you’re pregnant.

Read: Day 1 / Day 2 / Day 3 / Day 4 / Day 5 / Day 6 / Day 7 / Day 8 / Day 9 / Day 10 / Day 11

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I wanted to just do some quick sketches tonight to practice expressions since i tend to struggle with both subtle and extreme emotions. I ended up doing some character scenes from some of my fanfictions since I am so so grateful to the authors for writing them, they’ve been bringing me a lot of joy… and pain, but mostly joy!

And Nearly Letting Go by @uncannycookie​ is a huge fav of mine, I love their writing so so much, especially how they write Mob. They’ve managed to capture some of the more jagged edges of his personality that I think make him fascinating. Plus it’s killing me, I am on the edge of my seat omg

A Breach of Trust by @phantomrose96 *internal sobbing* Okay, so like I’m slowly making my way through this one cause I have to keep stopping to read fluff cause I swear to god it makes me feel like my heart is being crushed. The writing is phenomenal, super creative premise, very dramatic and plot heavy. It’s just pure excellence and I will get there and read it all *external sobbing*

The Accelerated Velocity of Terminological Inexactitutde by @logicalbookthief Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, this is like one of my favourite tropes ever and I’m loving it! I’m so weak for this character dynamic. The way the author writes Teruki is a lot of fun, even if it’s not so fun for him sometimes hahaha

It Runs in the Family by @fireflysummers I’ve heard where this story is going and let me tell you it hits so many of my pings I am giddy with excitement. The writing is fantastic! The character’s voices are really well done and I am so so sold on the premise I have accepted it as headcanon. The dynamics have so much potential I am so excited!

Go, go read! They are all great and there are mooooooore!

dating nct yuta!!121!! (again, on the right blog this time.)

yakisoba prince :“)
• takoyaki prince :”)
• YUTA is literally SO PRETTY YOU CANT HELP YOURSELF JUST, STARING AT HIM.
• yuta LOVES TO TELL YOU HOW PRETTY YOU ARE.
• YUTA IS SO SWEET
• YUTA SEES FLOWERS DURING HIS OVERSEA TRIPS AND TAKES PICTURES OF THEM AND SENDS THEM TO YOU BC THEY’RE BEAUTIFUL, BUT NOT AS BEAUTIFUL AS YOU.
• HE BUYS YOU LOTS OF MEANINGFUL AND SOME, REALLY UNMEANINGFUL THINGS. HE LOVES BUYING STUFF FOR YOU, BUT NOT ENOUGH TO SPOIL YOU. BC YUTA ISN’T ABOUT THAT LIFE.
• hansol is the best friend
• HANSOL LITERALLY ALWAYS MAKES FUN OF YOU AND YUTA. MAINLY YUTA. IT’S SO FUNNY
• “hansol, stop making fun of my boyfriend”
• “HE THOUGHT DRAGONITE WAS THE EVOLVED FORM OF CHARAMANDER. HE’S SO- YUTA FIGHT ME.”
• “IT’S ORANGE. THEY’RE BOTH ORANGE.” -yuta
• YUTA is super SWEET AND NICE AND GREAT
• but sassy
• let’s talk about his sass
• on a sass scale from 1-10, yuta is a jisung.
• “yuta, what are you wearing in this mv wth”
• “at least i can work it more than you can :”)“
• “this jacket brings out my shit personality”
• “baby, you don’t need a jacket for that :”)“
• "yuta, that drawing looks so weird, you should start over”
• “whoever drew your face should start over :”)“
• you hear johnny and hansol and jaehyun and mark yelling "BOOM. ROASTED.” in the background, every, time.
• yuta doesn’t know what it means. but he likes it.
• girl group dances with yuta is a thing
• dances with yuta is a thing
• dances with the bassbot members is a thing
• of course along with that, them laughing at you is also a thing
• sharing ear buds w yuta :“)
• GOING INTO CUTE KOREAN STATIONARY SHOPS W YUTA
• going sightseeing w together is one of you guys’ favorite things
• pictures pictures pictures
• yall are so photogenic like wth :’) im attacked
• ok but you know that moment when you feel all empty, hopeless and angry all of the sudden? yuta is the person you call or text and he comforts you and it makes you feel so much better
• that was random but it popped up and it’s such a yuta thing
• serious when he needs to be, happy and funny when he needs to be
• such boyfriend material
• YOU KNOW HOW MOST GUYS ARE LIKE "EW TAMPONS/PADS???? I CAN’T DO THAT THAT’S EMBARRASSING BABE”?
• YUTA LEGIT DOES NOT CARE, YOU NEED IT? HE’LL GET IT.
• but he’s not the type of boyfriend that things outside of the boy and gets you chocolate and sweets and ice cream.
• you ask for tampons/pads? that’s all the boy will get you :“)
• of course that doesn’t mean that he won’t get you all those things if you ask, he definitely will whine a bit but get it for you
• cuddles with yuta are almost nonexistent, meaning-
• you guys don’t cuddle but it’s technically a cuddle, like, he hugs you while you guys are laying down but it’s not a cuddle, YOU KNOW
• kisses w yuta are mainly on the forehead or nose.
• random english and japanese speaking
• yuta doesn’t like you fangirling over other groups or other idols in general
• he pretends to hate it when you fangirl or overly compliment an nct member, but he doesn’t really mind, as long as it’s not taeyong, bc if you fangirl over taeyong, it’s legit
• YOU GUYS RAISE A PUPPY TOGETHER
• IT’S YOUR NON OFFICIAL BABY
• YOU GUYS NAMED IT "mochi”
• you guys are like a newly wed couple
• YOU GUYS CO-SEND OUT HOLIDAY CARDS
• YOU GUYS HAVE A CALENDAR TOGETHER
• YOU GUYS SPEND SO MUCH TIME TOGETHER IT’S WEIRD TO SEE YOU GUYS NOT TOGETHER EXCEPT WHEN THE BOYS HAVE A CONCERT OVERSEAS
• MOVIE NIGHTS W YUTA ARE GREAT
• but it’s like baby sitting bc-
• “jaemin, why are you here”
• “….jeno.”
• “……what the heck jisung.”
• “this is our date night-”
• “who am i kidding, we can’t have a normal date night ever as long as im an nct member”
• saying “i love you” doesn’t really surface in your conversations too much, but it does from time to time, mainly over text or call. or when he’s been away for a long time and you first see him after him being away, or when he’s leaving for a concert or a company trip.
• he calls you “baby” a lot
• bc you’re his baby ;“)
• lots of dates in the park or just walking around town
• you call him "prince”
• bc he’s your prince ;“)
• or yuta. bc. his name’s yuta. and vise versa. pet names are pretty common too tho.
• not much, but you guys often go stargazing too
• omgggg story time, FIRST SNOW W YUTA
• ok so in korea, there’s this saying about love and the first snow fall of the year and seeing it with them. idk how it exactly goes but you get the gist of it
• ok so, you two were out on a coffee date, cute, small, little meeting. it was fun and kind of meaningless bc it hasn’t been too long since you guys first started going out.
• yuta liked you since you two first met, but not in a love way, like a friend, and vise versa but those feelings grew little by little as you two began seeing more of each other.
• so here you guys were, in a coffee shop, on the third coldest day of the year so far, reaching almost negative 10 degrees. drinking coffee.
• it was fun, there wasn’t very much talking but it was comforting and warm.
• you guys finished your coffee and started to head outside when suddenly there was a loud cheer on the other side of the street. someone yelled "SNOW! SNOW!” and you two looked up and there it was. snow.
• yuta smiled at you, but you were too busy admiring the snow and touching each little snowflake that your hands could reach.
• yuta them realized that his heart was beating and he didn’t feel cold at all in negative 10 degree weather when he was with you.
• you smiled at yuta and waddled back towards him like a little girl who was seeing snow for the first time in her life.
• you snuggled back up towards yuta and smiled “it got cold”
• yuta hugged you and wrapped his arms around you like a large drape.
• :“) that day was the day that yuta fell in love with you :”)
• OK IF Y'ALL MAKE FUN OF THE BOY’S CHIN ONE MORE TIME, YOU WILL CATCH THESE FISTS.
• he’s so friggin insecure bc people made such a big freaking deal out of it omg
• he always is looking in the mirror if he’s not looking at the crazy comments online and it just makes you so sad bc it’s still yuta. the guy in front of you is still yuta, so what’s the problem?
• he comes to you but yuta’s the type of boyfriend who doesn’t like voicing out his problems (like serious ones where he seriously is hurt) he just laughs and plays with you and that’s stress relief for him
• ofc you don’t shove the problem in the poor boy’s face if he doesn’t want to talk about it and is struggling alone. but you do hint at it and you don’t do it to make him feel uncomfortable, you DO IT BC YOU LOVE HIM AND WANT HIM TO BE HAPPY AND STOP COVERING UP HIS BEAUTIFUL FACE WITH A MASK.
• ok, yuta teaches you weird phrases in japanese, and tells you the wrong meaning for them.
• LIKE IT’S SO FUNNY, HE TEACHES YOU THE WORD FOR LIKE, “THE CORN CHURNS THY BUTTER”, AND LIES TO YOU AND TELLS YOU THAT IT MEANS “the soft glistening of the river water that reflects itself on the high sky”
• YUTA IS LITERALLY SUCH A WEIRDO.
• HE’S SO STUBBORN IN A GOOD YET LAID BACK WAY AND HE’S ALSO THE BOYFRIEND THAT’S LIKE SUPER SASSY BUT IS REALLY LAID BACK LIKE
• “let’s go outside.”
• “no, you stupid girl, it’s hot. im not about to sweat the hair dye out of my hair.”
•"please”
• “ok”
• YOU GUYS READ FANFICTION TOGETHER AND THERE IS LITERALLY NO SHAME
• “i wouldn’t do that” AND YOU LOOK AT HIM AND YOU’RE LIKE “yes you would, tf, you did this two days ago”
• YOU GUYS READ IT JUST TO MAKE FUN OF IT/HIM
• so many cute selfiessss
• you guys buy drinks together, selfie, you guys are out for coffee, selfie, you’re at his concert, selfie, you’re in a cafe together, selfie.
• HE HAS SO MANY PICTURES OF YOU THAT YOU’RE UNAWARE OF. HE TAKES SO MANY OFF GUARD PICTURES BUT HE LOVES THEM SO MUCH BC HE LOVES YOU AND HIS LOVE FOR YOU IS PURE.
• yuta is super open on his opinions unless they’re mean opinions, but still, and he is not afraid to tell you that he thinks you’re completely wrong and list the 12 reasons why he thinks so.
• “why are you even an idol, just be a lawyer”
• YUTA TEXTS YOU A BIT. YOU GUYS PREFER MEETING IN PERSON BUT YOU GUYS TEXT MORE THAN CALLING.
• “did u eat”, “no”, “why”, “because my friend took me to a yakisoba place and every time i look at it, it feels like im in a restaurant that cooks and serves your hair”, “bye”
• THERE IS A DEFINITE HEART NEXT TO YOUR NAME ON HIS PHONE, LIKE A TINY ONE, OR A STAR. DEPENDS MORE ON WHAT YOU LIKE.
• yuta is a dog person he is not a cat person he is an outgoing doggie person
• HE WANTED TO RAISE A PUPPY WITH YOU BUT YOU GUYS DIDN’T EVEN CONSIDER IT FOR A LONG TIME BC “OH GOD THE RESPONSIBILITY” -yuta
• but as it says so above like 40495967 bullets ago, you guys did get a lil pup and her name is mochi.
• why is teasing mark w yuta so much fun :“)
• doyoung is always on the verge of fighting yuta to the death bc he thinks that he can be sassier than yuta
• he could be, but yuta is naturally sassy, frankly there’s nothing doyoung can do at this point, he must give up
• yuta doesn’t read much but he loves it when you read stuff out loud to him it’s just, soothing
• you guys eat chicken together a lot it’s great
• YOU GUYS SHARE ONE DRINK ALMOST EVERY TIME
• you guys take lots of selfies of you guys in traditional clothing
• YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTE BC SOMETIMES YOU GUYS PRETEND THAT YOU’RE IN A CHICKEN OR SODA CF AND YOU GUYS DO THE CHEESY COMMERCIAL LINES LIKE “so fresh, you won’t know what hit you”
• HE ALWAYS SAYS THAT YOUR EYES SEEM LIKE THEY’RE SPARKLING ALL THE TIME
• yuta tries to cook but most of the time he’s just like “order delivery”
• GROCERY SHOPPING W YUTA IS RARE BUT GOOD
• “WE NEED THIS”
• “NO. WE DO NOT NEED A BOILED EGG DISPENSER. STOP.”
• YUTA UNKNOWINGLY TOUCHES YOUR HAND A LOT AND HOLDS IT
• WHEN YUTA SAYS “I LOVE YOU” IT’S USUALLY MIXED IN W SOMETHING STUPID OR SOMETHING WEIRD BUT IT’S ALWAYS PURE AND GOOD
• BAKING W YUTA. YOU WISH THAT WAS A THING. WELL IT KINDA IS BUT THERE’S ALWAYS ANOTHER MEMBER OR TWO THERE BC PEOPLE DON’T TRUST YOU TWO TO DO STUFF ALONE, ESP THINGS THAT INVOLVE THE STOVE AND FIRE.
• NAKAMOTO YUTA NEEDS TO SMILE AND HE IS SMILING BC OF YOU AND YOU GIVE HIM HAPPINESS AND EVERYONE APPRECIATES YOU BC HE APPRECIATES YOU AND THAT’S ALL THAT MATTERS. MAKE HIM HAPPY. MARRY HIM.
• i forgot. weird adlibs, puns, and pick up lines. oddly, it brings yuta a lot of joy even though he’s like “ew stop that’s so gross”

OK ACTUALLY. IT DIDN’T DELETE EVERYTHING; MY PHONE’S JUST TRASH. I HOPE THIS IS OK. I THINK IT’S A LOT SHORTER THAN NORMAL AND PROBABLY NOT THE BEST THAT I’VE WRITTEN BUT I’LL HOPEFULLY DO SOMETHING MORE GRAND AND EXCITING FOR MY NEXT POST!!! THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO REQUESTED YUTA AND FOR THE PEOPLE WHO REQUESTED OTHER MEMBERS, THEY’RE ON THE WAY! ♡♡♡
EVERYONE ENJOY YOUR BREAKS AND DON’T STRESS TOO MUCH BC OF FINALS!!!
- jenny

you were gone//remus x reader

request: Hellloo :) I was wondering if I could request a remus x reader where the reader is having a nightmare where something happend to remus, so she walks over to his dorm. But it was full moon , so none of the boys were there. When they come back the reader sleeps in remus’ bed and I’m not sure how it should end. I leave it to you. Thanks already if you write it 🤗

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He was running. She didn’t know what he was running from but it was loud, and he was vulnerable. She felt like she was watching through glass, her nose pressed against it as her shaky breath fogged up the surface-but she could do nothing. She could only watch. The unknown terror was getting louder and faster, and Remus was sprinting as fast as he could, when he tripped over a tree root and-

Y/N woke up with a gasp. She grabbed her duvet to make sure it was real, and counted to ten. Her other dorm-mates were all still in deep slumber, as she sat up, breathing heavily. Hair cascaded down her sweaty face, and damp eyes blinked rapidly.

It wasn’t real, she thought. Just a dream. It wasn’t real.

..but she still has to check.

She hastily gets out of her messy bed, and power walks to the boys dorms, jumping at every tiny creak. She doesn’t bother knocking, and is excited to see her boy. Her Remus. He will be there, she thinks.

Except he’s not.

She starts to sweat again, taking shallow, panicky breaths, willing herself not to cry. He’s just gone to the loo, right? The other boys must be here.

She goes round checking each bed, but finds every one empty. She tries to convince herself that they’ve just gone on some sort of kitchen raid, but something doesn’t seem quite right.

Y/N stumbles to Remus’s bed, grabbing one of his sweaters, and deeply breathing in his scent of old books and chocolate.

Just a prank. Just a silly prank. Again and again this repeats in her head, but she doesn’t quite believe it. She had never felt so alone, when she cried herself to sleep that night.

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Y/N woke to the sound of a gentle voice. ‘Hey, come on darling, wake up, hey, come on m'sweet girl..’

‘R-Remus?’ She stutters, opening her sleepy eyes, and staring into his chocolate coloured ones.

‘Yes, yes it’s me love. You’re okay, you’re okay. I’m so sorry love.’

'W-Where were you.. I-I was so scared..’

'Hey, it’s okay, I’m okay my love, I’m here.’

James, Sirius and Peter watching from the background, exchanging worried glances.

'Listen, Y/N… I’m a werewolf. That’s where I was last night. Transforming. The boys are animagus, to help me through my transformations. Love, I understand if you don’t want to see me anymore… I-I just, I trust you more than anyone to tell you the truth, and I..’

'I love you too.’

'What? Erm, I mean, me too! Not like, I love me too, but I love.. argh, never mind.’ Remus says, ducking his head.

'Remus, I’m so glad you told me. I would never reject you over a thing like that.’

'We’ll leave you two alone..’ Remus could hear the smirk in James’s voice.

'Yeah have all kinds of…fun.’

Sirius had pink hair for the rest of the day. Don’t mess with Remus’s girl.

SORRY IT WAS SO SHORT AND SHIT OMG

Fighting Crime with Peter Parker Would Include...

  • screaming
  • constant screaming
  • bad guy coming toward you?
  • SCREAM
  • bad guy takes peter?
  • BOTH OF YOU SCREAMING
  • you save peter
  • HAPPY SCREAMS
  • ppl always thinking you and peter are
  • 1. dating
  • 2. out doing drugs
  • bc you both come to school EXHAUSTED after a night out
  • and like
  • omg
  • imagine spiderman meeting you
  • and you’re just like
  • wtf why do you sound like peter
  • AND HIS VOICE CRACKS AND HE’S LIKE
  • wHAT WAIT ARE YOU Y/N
  • and you take off your mask like
  • ye lmao
  • and peter’s like
  • omg
  • and like
  • you both try to be responsible heroes and stuff
  • but you’re also children
  • so sometimes you hang onto peter while he
  • does the spider thing around buildings
  • and it’s so fun
  • and you use your powers and peter’s always so
  • in awe of how cool you are
  • and you’re like
  • peter omg
  • i’m not cool
  • and he’s just like
  • DUDE
  • YES YOU ARE
  • and you’re a better fighter than peter is
  • so when you’re up against a bad guy
  • he gets so worried and runs toward you
  • but you literally just pin this random guy to the ground in four seconds
  • and turn to peter like
  • ‘did you need something’
  • and hIS HEART BEATS SO FAST BC
  • HOW ARE YOU SO COOL
  • HOW DID HE END UP FIGHTING CRIME WITH THIS COOL ASS PERSON
  • ok and like
  • sometimes you and peter will be done with some giant battle
  • and you’re both like
  • how tf are we alive
  • and then you suddenly perk up like something’s wrong
  • and peter’s like
  • are you okay??
  • and you just turn to him and say
  • i forgot we had calc homework
  • but he lets you copy his
  • because that’s the kind of guy peter parker is
Dating Song Mino Would Include...
  • waking up in his arms
  • morning kisses 
  • his even huskier, deeper morning voice (omg)
  • making fun of him would be 90% of your entertainment 
  • him being shy when you give him back hugs
  • his “kim woobin” eyebrows 
  • him coming home and complaining that Seungyoon told him to stop eating a lot again
  • late night dates in the city and eating at the food stands 
  • him coming to you to ask how many underwears he should pack
  • him having a religious experience every time he eats your food (even if it doesn’t taste good, he’ll pretend )
  • you catching him admiring your beauty
  • he would curse so much during sex omg
  • hot, passionate sex when he’s frustrated
  • slow, lingering, teasing sex on a regular 
  • him being the cute jealous type when you hang around his band members too much
  • his ugly agyeo 
  • having pyo jihoon over basically everyday 
  • whenever you’re mad at him, he’ll do stupid dances to make you laugh
  • your neck kisses being his weakness 
  • when you’re at his families house, you can make fun of him and talk sh*t about him w his sister
  • him being too shy to kiss his mom infront of you
  • him making up stupid raps and rapping them to you to make you laugh before you guys sleep 

(admin s)

I’m done with 8 seconds out of a 1 minute video. XDDDD OMG WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO

Anyways, here’s a preview of the Sakuya project I’m doing! And YES, that’s his singing voice. LEGIT singing voice. LISTEN TO IT AND BE CAPTIVATED <3 HAHA!

Tagging @adeslowmoqueen and @crazyanime3 because you might wanna daydream bout this already… and @mikoe24 and @lawlicht4eva because Marginal4 xDDD <3

anonymous asked:

“Look person, I’m sorry I ran you over with my car but maybe you should stay in the bike lane DON’T EVEN THINK OF TAKING ME TO COURT I DON’T CARE IF YOU’R E A LAWYER… shit” AU for Klaine, pretty please?😇

OMG I had so much fun with this one. So…

Klaine / Rated T

“So you know how we joked about me being able to ace law school after all the studying I helped you with back in undergrad?” Blaine’s voice carries to Sebastian’s ears as he slides into his seat at their high top table, situated in their usual corner at the bar about a block or two from the apartment they share. Blaine figures they’ll move to their own places once things get serious with romantic partners or something, but for now… well, they can afford a much nicer place together than they would alone, and to be honest, it’s kind of nice living with your best friend.

Sebastian raises a brow as he takes the beer Blaine slides to him, steadying the glass before opening his mouth to speak. “You better not have dragged me out to the bar just to tell me you’re giving up on your dreams to follow in my footsteps, Anderson. Cause I swear if you throw in the towel just cause that douchebag didn’t like your fucking wonderful composition, I will kick your ass myself-”

Before he can get too riled up, Blaine cuts his friend off with a laughing grin. “Whoa, Bas, calm down! I’m not giving up on my dreams. For the record, I don’t really care what Mr. Hafton thought of my proposal. I’m going to polish it a bit and present it to a different director when the opportunity comes. Anyway…” he lifts his own tall draft and takes a swig before continuing. “Let me tell you how I proved just how much of your schooling my musical brain retained, shall I? It all started with a shitload of traffic…”

Blaine knew better than to ride his bike on such a day. The weather wasn’t the problem- in fact, it was absolutely beautiful out- which was causing the actual issue that Blaine faced. It was the first nice day in a solid two weeks of terrible weather, and everyone was hell bent and determined to enjoy it. That meant that everyone was traveling, trying to get out in the sun, and leaving work as early as possible to boot.

Being a composer for Broadway, Blaine didn’t have a set work schedule, However, Blaine’s clients did have a certain schedule to follow, and Blaine had to fit himself into those schedules. It was best for him to squeeze his meetings into the time between sleep, other meetings, casting calls, and actual performances. Usually, Blaine found himself traveling home just before the early crowd left work, but today…

Well, today people were leaving earlier than usual, which meant Blaine and his bike were hitting all the congestion leaving the city. And New York didn’t have the nicest drivers. Or pedestrians, to be honest.

Even as Blaine had made it out of the main city and into the outskirts where he and Bas shared their apartment, he was still surrounded by traffic and eager pedestrians who didn’t want to share an inch of the sidewalk with his narrow bike path. Of course, the traffic was mostly stand-still, so he wasn’t too worried about being hit, but there was always that fear when the traffic did shift.

During a big shift in traffic, Blaine came up to a jogger with a double-wide stroller on the sidewalk. His narrow path was encroached upon by the stroller, and the woman jogging wasn’t paying any attention to the width of her precious cargo. Blaine panicked. He jerked his handlebars, pitched sideways, and next thing he knew he felt the hot impact of metal before sliding to the ground in a heap, landing painfully atop his bike, a handlebar poking sharply into his gut.

“Hold up, hold up,” Sebastian interrupts, throwing Blaine an incredulous look. “You swerved into traffic instead of side-swiping the stroller?!” Forest green eyes flash with a sort of hunger for justice, and Blaine looks at his friend as if he’s lost his mind.

When Sebastian doesn’t relent, Blaine rolls his eyes and sighs, giving into his friend’s need for more information. Bas always does demand all the details so he can figure out the full case. Oh, what Blaine wouldn’t give for the pompous teen who was only concerned about getting a little action. That Sebastian was so much easier to deal with. Lawyer Sebastian takes himself so much more seriously, and it’s absolutely exhausting sometimes…

“Yes, Bas, I avoided the fucking stroller with two small children inside. I’m not a monster like you!” Blaine mutters darkly about his horrible taste in friends even as Sebastian opens his mouth to retort.

Thankfully, their appetizer platter comes out then, so Bas is interrupted by the waiter asking if they need anything else. “Not just yet,” Blaine answers, kicking Bas under the table when the lawyer snickers at him.

Back to business, Sebastian eyes Blaine seriously even while the composer struggles with a mozzarella stick, cheese oozing out in a lava-hot string to attempt to scald Blaine’s lips off. “It’s a man-eat-man world, Killer. You have to be ruthless to survive. That woman should have paid better attention and kept her kids safe. Not your problem if she failed as a mother.”

Blaine spares a disgusted look for his best friend before directing Sebastian’s attention back to his story. “Right. Like I said, there can only be one devil incarnate, and you already filled that role rather perfectly. Anyway…”

The sound of brakes straining in the new warmth of the weather made Blaine groan in a sort of mutual frustration before a honking horn sounded in the not-so-far distance and Blaine actually cursed a little under his breath. He’d just been hit by a car for Christ’s sake! He’d have thought that might trump getting home a little earlier than normal.

Apparently Blaine had forgotten how heartless New Yorkers starved for sunlight could be, though, as he shifted to sitting only to stare at a haughty looking man in a very nice three-piece suit, staring down at him with a quirked brow visible just above reflective sunglasses that Blaine was sure were very designer and very expensive. “Oh for the love of…”

Blaine’s muttering was interrupted by an irritated exhale and a quick spout off about how Blaine was the person in the wrong. “Look, uh, you,” the guy started, tone like a wasp but voice smooth like Blaine thought he’d like to hear in a bedroom setting. It was very confusing for his body and brain, to say the least. It didn’t help that Blaine was pretty sure his left elbow and possibly shin were bleeding and the stinging was becoming distracting. “I’m sorry I hit you, but, maybe you should have followed the law and stayed in the bike lane?”

It was like the man was speaking to a toddler, and that made something in Blaine’s brain snap. He didn’t care how hot the pissed off guy was, what with his gravity-defying hair and daring fashion sense- that suit wasn’t even a shade of blue that Blaine had a name for!- the guy was being a dick. It wasn’t Blaine’s fault that he’d been in too much of a hurry to get home from… whatever swanky city job he did and wasn’t paying attention to the pedestrian traffic.

So, Blaine told him as much.

“Uh, how ‘bout no?” The man gaped at him, sunglasses perched lower on his nose so he could stare at Blaine with stunning eyes of the greenest blue. Blaine wouldn’t be distracted, though. He had a diva to dethrone, it would seem. “The bike path here is very narrow and often crosses routes with both pedestrians and vehicles. It is the responsibility of all parties to be aware of each other. I was well aware of my surroundings, but a jogger was not paying attention and ran me off my path with her double-wide stroller. Which, I might add, had two babies in it.”

The man didn’t look as bothered by that as Blaine had been, but he didn’t look like he didn’t care at all, as Blaine suspected Bas would were he present. At least this guy wasn’t completely heartless. “Traffic was stopped, thus you should not have been going very fast at all once it started up again. You shouldn’t have had any problem reacting to my falling into your lane, and yet…” Blaine angrily motioned to his bike, and his leg which was awkwardly positioned under him and somewhat inside of the bicycle. It was starting to get rather sore, but he wasn’t exactly sure how to un-pretzel himself without some help.

Tall, poised, and prissy gave him a once over and licked his lips before responding. “Are you some kind of law-student or something?” he asked, that brow quirking even higher. “Whatever. I don’t care. You still don’t have an argument here! I didn’t do anything wro-“

“Oh tell me you started throwing random data at him,” Bas interrupts, a gleeful light in his eye. He’s getting really into the story and Blaine can’t help but grin. He has to admit, he had no idea if he even had any sort of case against the guy, but he knew how to bullshit like he did. Thanks to all that studying with Bas.

Cracking his knuckles, Blaine smirks almost as good as Sebastian as he nods his head proudly. “Of course I did. Told him about law four fifty-seven A of chapter sixteen in the New York Vehicular-Pedestrian code that states how any vehicle driving under ten miles an hour is responsible should it collide with a pedestrian, including cyclists.”

Sebastian is howling now while Blaine explains a couple more laws that he made up, and even a fictitious court case, only to be interrupted by a clearing throat.

“Are you quite finished celebrating your dastardliness?” the voice asks, and Blaine opens his eyes to stare into the greenest blue he’s ever seen, again cocking that brow at him, but this time looking amused rather than angry or intimidated.

Kurt pulls his chair out and joins the pair at their table, less dressed up than the previous day. “Sorry, Kurt,” Blaine says, a laugh still on his voice as he flashes the fashion writer slash actor a warm smile. “Bas was at the office late last night and I didn’t get to talk to him until today. He didn’t know our story til now.”

Sebastian, for his part, has started coughing from his laughing fit. It seems that adding Kurt to the mix just made it even worse. “Is he going to make it?” Kurt asks, not actually looking all that concerned. The middle finger shot his way answers his question, though, and Kurt simply motions for his own beer and helps himself to a potato skin. “Did you tell him how you ended up at my place with a broken bike and a sore ass afterward? Or how I rubbed out the muscle spasm in your thigh?”

The grin that curls on Kurt’s face is absolutely evil while Sebastian wheezes for air. Blaine kind of loves it. “Oh my God!” Sebastian exhales, glaring at both of them. “How in the hell do you go from threatening lawsuits to fucking?!”

That was loud. Blaine winces as half the bar turns to stare at them, while Kurt starts to go red and Bas just keeps staring incredulously at them.

“Nobody said anything about fucking!” Blaine squeaks, while Kurt responds at the same time with “I’m just that good, I guess.”

Oh, and Blaine is sure he’s red enough to make a tomato jealous, but he’s also so turned on he might die. Shit. And Kurt and Bas are getting along like old friends, sparring verbally without any issue. It’s actually amazing. Bas doesn’t get along this well with, well, anyone!

“So, anyway,” Blaine says once he can speak again. “Thanks for making me help you get through law school I guess? And, uh, don’t expect to see my bike around the apartment any time soon. It kinda died, and I don’t think I want to tempt fate twice.”

Blaine got his accidental chance at love or whatever Kurt might be. He doesn’t think he’d get so lucky next time. Best to leave the biking to ruthless people who would have taken out the stroller.

anonymous asked:

Can you do a headcanon thingy for Ravus or Gladio who's trying to court very shy and gentle person but ending up scaring a shit out of them and Luna or Iris have to "save the day"?

My thought process literally went from “aw, so cute!” to “HAHA OMG” - I had fun with this one, even if I don’t think it conveys exactly what I was thinking, haha~

Not All Heroes Wear Capes

Gladiolus:

It’s well known by all that Gladio is a generally intimidating person. He’s very boisterous and has a commanding presence, so those that are naturally on the quieter side tend to find him… overwhelming to say the least. Not only that, but he has the whole Amicitia-name-thing to make him even more intimidating, as if he needs that.

Gladio’s voice is loud and deep, which can be unnerving for introverts. He definitely thrives off of being around other people. While trying to impress someone, Gladio would end up getting very caught up in himself, telling a lot of stories, laughing a lot, and giving them teasing little pushes or slaps of affection on their back. Just imagine the shy, tiny little thing getting knocked around by big old Gladio. Poor baby is going to need some saving.

As long as Iris is around, the person Gladio is interested in can breathe easy. Iris would be willing to intervene, pulling him aside to quietly scold him, telling him he’s not winning any points. However, intervention wouldn’t be immediate. She’d want to get the temperature of the situation, only jumping in once Gladio started telling his goary, rather inappropriate battle stories. He’d be trying to lighten the mood, but… no. It’s weird. That’s not the proper way to win someone’s affections. Iris wouldn’t only intervene with Gladio though; she’d be willing to talk directly with his interest, gently asking them how they feel about Gladio. She would continually reassure them that he’s a great guy who means well, he’s just in need of a second chance.

Ravus:

Unlike Gladio, Ravus isn’t as great with being around people. He’s very shy and to himself - when he’s interested in someone, it would be very difficult for him to approach them. If they were shy, things would be even more frightening for him because he wouldn’t be sure how to carry on a conversation without making it extremely awkward.

Luna would end up becoming somewhat of a security blanket to poor Ravus, assuming she wasn’t already. She’s able to keep a conversation running smoothly and is so incredibly loved by those around her. In all honesty, Ravus would admire her deeply for these qualities, but he’d also be rather jealous.

When it comes to his interest, Ravus would desperately try to keep the conversation going; he loves being around them even if he isn’t extremely comfortable. This would be when he’d say something so stupidly awkward he’d be wishing he could just die then and there. Luna would then jump in, smoothing out whatever he said, explaining it with the eloquence Ravus always dreamed of achieving. He would be so thankful for his sister, deeply hoping she’d always be around. Ravus just doesn’t understand how to win over those he likes. Luna tells him to be himself because they will love him for who he is, but he’s not entirely certain who that person is himself.