when they were rivals

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Hearts Don’t Break Around Here (Remus x Reader)

What can i say? Ed’s new album inspired this xx listen to the song here


She is the sweetest thing that I know

You should see the way she holds me when the lights go low

Shakes my soul like a pot hole, every time

Took my heart upon a one-way trip

Guess she went wandering off with it

Unlike most women I know

This one will bring it back whole

Daisies, daisies perched upon your forehead

Oh my baby, lately I know

You had known Remus since you were a first year; he was best friends with your twin brother, Sirius. Everyone knew that you were both head over heels for each other since second year — it was now fifth year and everyone was pretty much tired of how oblivious the two of you were.

If anyone asked you if you had feelings for the tall marauder you would blush furiously and timidly say no. But you knew that you were lying, you had a crush on him since second year and you hoped to have the courage to profess your feelings to him one day, but were afraid to do so for the sake of your friendship.

If anyone asked him if he had feelings for the youngest Black sibling (youngest by twelve minutes but Sirius dubbed you as the baby of the family) he would nervously say no, that it would be wrong to have romantic feelings for his best friend’s younger sister; inside his mind it was different, he wish he could go on and on about how wonderful you were, how your laugh was his favorite sound and how he was definitely sure that you were sweeter than chocolate.

That every night I’ll kiss you you’ll say in my ear

Oh we’re in love aren’t we?

Hands in your hair, fingers and thumbs baby

I feel safe when you’re holding me near

Love the way that you conquer your fear

You know hearts don’t break around here

Oh yeah yeah yeah , yeah yeah yeah yeah

 Study dates were a Friday night ritual for the two of you, even though neither one dared to say the word date out loud. This particular Friday you had come down with a terrible cold and could barely walk straight.

“Y/N, you really should rest, I’m sure your professors will understand if you miss class today, hell I’ll even make it sound that you’re dying so they don’t give you any problems.” Lily said as she put a hand up to your clammy forehead.

“I’m not upset about missing class…” you mumbled.

“I’m sure Remus will understand that you can’t make it to your weekly library date.”

“It’s not a date.”

“Then what do you call the love sick lingering gazes?” she teased.

“Sod off, Evans.” You muttered as you sank deeper into your blankets.

“Love you too! I’ll see you later, okay?” you simply nodded as she left.

A couple of hours past which were mostly spent sleeping on and off, by dinner time you were starting to feel a bit better and were about to fall asleep once again when a knock woke you up.

“Come in!” You hoarsely called back. You heard a faintly “Alohomora” and Remus came in with a tray of food.

“Hope you’re feeling better.” He said as he made his way to your bed, gently setting down the tray on your lap.

“Now I am.” You replied, smiling broadly. He had made you some chicken broth and tea.

“Just so you know, Pads and Prongs were very close to starting a vigil for you…” he said chuckling. You arched an eyebrow in response, prompting him to go on.

“Lily really did sell the story of you being on your deathbed, you would think that Sirius would know if his twin was truly dying but he claimed that the twin telepathy wasn’t working properly because it was raining today.”

You snorted, shaking your head as you picture the scene, but were thankful that Remus was the brains of the group and that he was kind enough to come and check on you.

“I figured you didn’t want a Sirius induced headache so I set up a few more spells so he wouldn’t be able to come into the girl’s dormitories.”

“Remus, have I ever told you how much I love you?” you said gratefully but quickly turned a deep red once you realized what you had said. He simply looked down and smiled, running his hand through his already messy light brown hair.

You finished your meal and asked Remus if he could bring you another blanket, he quickly went to get you one.

“Scoot over,” he said. You were confused but did as you were told.

“Remus, I don’t want to get you to get sick!” you protested, not because you didn’t want to cuddle with him, but because you really didn’t want to get him sick.

“Don’t worry Y/N, I’m a healthy wolf.” He said with a lopsided grin.

“That was one of the worst wolf jokes…What would the guys say? You can kiss your comedy club goodbye.”

“Well aren’t you the funny one tonight.” And so you spent the rest of the night bantering and laughing. He had his arm around you, protecting you from the world, your head on his chest. You fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

 She is the river flow in Orwell

And tin wind chimes used for doorbells

Fields and trees and her smell, fill my lungs

Spent my summer time beside her

And the rest of the year the same

She is the flint that sparks the lighter

And the fuel that will hold the flame

Oh roses roses laid upon your bed spread

Oh my, hold this, oh this, I know

 Not that Remus needed any confirmation that he was in love with you, but the moment he took a whiff of his Amorentia potion, the smell of your shampoo, chocolate, and caramel coffee overwhelmed his senses and prompted a deep blush to cover his pale face.

“So does it smell like my sister’s fruity shampoo or no? perhaps like the sickly sweet coffee she drinks?” Sirius said as he smirked at Remus knowingly.

“Not now Sirius…”

“I’m just saying, I wouldn’t mind having you as a brother-in-law.”

Remus, Sirius and James left Potions class, both of them were teasing Remus but stopped once they sat down in the Great Hall next to you and Lily. You happily waved to the boys and after a few minutes someone tapped your shoulder. You saw Sirius glaring at whoever was behind you and how Remus had a confused looked on his face.

“Y/N Black.” Called the voice from behind you.

“Lucius Malfoy.” You said as you turned around, of course you would have recognized that snobbish voice anywhere. You had been introduced to the Malfoy family when you and Sirius started Hogwarts but since you three were sorted into rivaling houses, the pureblood friendship that your parents had hope for had vanished. Or so you had thought.

“Will you do me the honor of accompanying me for a short walk?” he said offering you his hand while throwing your brother a condescending smirk.

“What if I say no?”

“Trust me, this is not an offer you can refuse, darling.” The way he said darling made your skin crawl, you decided to go with him just so he would leave you alone. Your friends threw you worried glances and you saw how James had to place a hand on Sirius’s shoulder to stop him from attacking Malfoy, you also noticed how Remus was also glaring at Lucius. Yeah, it was better to humor the Malfoy snob than have Sirius expelled because of a fight.

After a few minutes of  walking in silence, Lucius spoke up.

“I don’t understand why you mingle with those sorts of people.”

“Well, one of them is my brother.” You said curtly.

“But the mudbloods, Lupin and the Evans girl?”

“What about them?”

“As if you don’t know what I mean, with such a pretty face, being a blood traitor is something I could easily ignored.”

“Excuse me?” you said, stopping in the middle of the hallway.

“All I’m saying is that out of you and your so called brother, the only one worth saving and keeping pure is you. What do you say if we got to know each better at the next Hogsmeade visit? “When hell freezes over, Malfoy.” And with that you spun around and went straight to the Gryffindor common room, no longer hungry.

Once your friends got back and saw you sitting by the fire with a scowl on your face they knew that whatever Malfoy wanted was nothing good, and they were right.

“So, what did that git want?” Sirius asked as soon as he spotted you.

“He basically told me that I should consider the Black family ‘motto’ and that by dating him I could atone for being a blood traitor.” The room went silenced as you said, good thing it was only the marauders, Lily and you in the common room because you didn’t want anyone else to witness Sirius’s reaction. In an instant he drew out his wand, James tackled him as Remus shouted expelliarmus.

“HOW DARE HE? JAMES GET OFF ME, I NEED TO GO AND KILL THAT WEASEL.” James was currently sitting on top of Sirius, Remus had his wand with a scowl on his face and Lily just looked apprehensively at the situation.

“Sirius, I said no, he’s a horrible human being. I mean he basically told me what mother is always telling us, to remain pure. I’m not stupid, I obviously turned him down.” You said, putting on a smile for your brother so he could calm down.

You all calmed Sirius down, and soon enough him and James were planning a prank on him while Remus watched you carefully. You were far too quiet and he was starting to worry.

You excused yourself and headed towards the astronomy tower. Lucius words did get to you, it hurt that he spoke of your brother and of your friends in such a way, especially of Remus. You didn’t even realize that hot tears were cascading down your cheeks, it wasn’t until someone placed a handkerchief on your lap that you looked up and were met with a familiar pair of green eyes.

“Thank you.”

“Always.” Remus murmured as he pulled you into a hug, your tears soaking his dark red sweater, as he rubbed soothing circles on your back.

In that moment you fell harder for him, if that was even possible. 

A couple of weeks passed after the Lucius incident, and soon enough the whole school found out that you had turned down one of the most prominent pure blood heirs. Sure enough, Lucius would throw snide remarks your way whenever he would see you, usually you didn’t let that bother you, although Sirius hexed him at least five times over the past two weeks, whereas Remus didn’t like you being alone in fear that the spiteful Slytherin would hurt you in anyway.

Remus and you were making your way towards the library, it was a Wednesday night but the full moon fell on a Friday this month so you had to rearrange your weekly study date. You were laughing at something Remus said when you were harshly shoved aside by someone’s shoulder, your books flew out of your arms and next thing you know, Remus had Lucius pinned down against the wall, wand drawn out and pointed menacingly towards his neck.

It took you a good five minutes to coax Remus off of the now scared looking Lucius. As soon as Remus lowered his wand, he ran off.

“Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you did he?” Remus asked, scanning you over for any sign of injuries.

“You could’ve gotten expelled if you attacked him! What were you thinking?” you asked with a voice full of worry. Remus started laughing.

“Moony! This isn’t funny!”

“Love, I would get expelled in a heartbeat if it meant that no one would ever hurt you.” You didn’t know what to say, his eyes shone with sincerity and love. It was in that moment that you realized that the boy in front of you saw you the same way that you saw him. You hugged him tightly and he did the same, he looked down and asked you if you were really okay, instead of responding, you acted on instinct. Heart hammering wildly, you rose on your tiptoes and kissed his lips. You heard him gasp into the kiss but he started kissing you back in a heart beat, you were both smiling into the kiss once you realized that you both felt the same way.

“I guess we ought to thank that git for this, huh?” Remus said as he took your hand into his.

“I would say yes but he’s already too full of himself…”

Later on that night when you came back to the common room, hand in hand, the whole room did a double take from your faces to your intertwined hands.

“IT WAS ABOUT DAMN TIME!” Sirius shouted as he and James came sprinting down the stairs. Lily squealed as both you and Remus blushed furiously.

“Now Remus, I know that you could easily tear me apart with your furry little problem and all, but if you hurt my sister…” Sirius said, smiling at the both of you. Remus simply chuckled and shook his hand. The rest of the night was spent as usual, only this time around Remus didn’t let go of your hand at all.

Well I found love in the inside

The arms of a woman I know

She is the lighthouse in the night that will safely guide me home

And I’m not scared of passing over

Or the thought of growing old

Because from now until I go

Every night I’ll kiss you you’ll say in my ear

Oh we’re in love aren’t we?

Hands in your hair, fingers and thumbs baby

I feel safe when you’re holding me near

Love the way that you conquer your fear

You know hearts don’t break around here

Oh yeah yeah

Many full moons had passed as you and Remus began dating, the current one came and went, you still weren’t allowed to accompany the rest of the guys into the shrieking shack but you waited for them to return so you could tend to Remus’s injuries. It was around dawn when Remus came stumbling in, dark circles under his eyes, but overall it didn’t look as bad as other moons. You gently dabbed at the wounds on his face and tucked him in. As you were about to leave he grabbed your wrist.

“Stay with me, love? I missed you.” You nodded, a loving smile on your face.

A few minutes passed by, you thought he had fallen asleep but you were surprised when he nudged you.

“I love you.” He said as he kissed the top of your head with a smile.

“I love you too, now get some rest, I’ll be here when you wake up.” You answered back, snuggling closer to him as he wrapped his arm around you.

You both fell asleep intertwine in each other’s warmth and love.

I feel safe when you’re holding me near

Love the way that you conquer your fear

You know hearts don’t break around here

Oh yeah yeah

You know hearts don’t break around here

Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah

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“Tell me again.”

They were all lying in bed. Rosie was happily napping on top of the two men, who were staring up at the ceiling smiling and chatting the day away. John had stared at Sherlock and when prompted by the other, he started to rattle off all the things he loved about him.

“You’re quite full of yourself Mr. Holmes.”

Sherlock scoffed. “Indulge me, John. Please.”

John rolled his eyes and let out an exaggerated sigh. “Oh fine, whatever Sherlock wants, Sherlock gets.”

Sherlock smiled and moved Rosie up so that her face would be buried in the crook of his neck. Her soft breaths tickling at the skin of his neck. John was stroking her hair to help her stay asleep.

“Let’s see, let’s see…I love your hair. I’ve always loved it. I love the way it looks when you wake up. I love the way it looks when you style it, although I don’t appreciate how long you take to do it, love. I adore your curls so very much, Sherlock. I love that they’re on your head, and I love that you wear them so well.”

Sherlock’s face was as red as could possibly be. John laughed, showing all his teeth this time. Sherlock liked the fact that he was so happy. That he finally felt good enough to laugh with him.

“Okay, okay. I love your eyes. I absolutely love your eyes, Sherlock. I love the fact that they’re so expressive on you. Even when you think you’re being this stone-cold detective, your eyes always give you away. They’re so blue, sometimes they’re a mixture of blue and green, they’re absolutely stunning, Sherlock.”

Sherlock rolled over so that Rosie and he were now nose-to-nose so that John wouldn’t see just how much he made him blush. The baby’s breath smelled like the formula she drank an hour ago, and Sherlock pressed a tiny kiss to her button-nose.

“Anything else, John?” Sherlock’s voice was as soft as he could will it, careful not to wake the baby up.

“You know how I feel about you, Sherlock. You know I love being with you, that I love waking up to your face in the morning. You’re so fucking gorgeous, Sherlock. God, I don’t think there’s enough words to help you fully understand how captivated I am with you. Look at me now, I don’t think anyone could ever make me smile like I am now.”

Sherlock propped his head up, his blush lessened so that his cheeks looked relatively normal. His elbow rested underneath his head and his other arm now wrapped around Rosie’s tiny body. He stared at John and yes, it was true that he loved Sherlock like he’s never loved before. But does John truly know the extent of how much John was loved and needed? He waited for the conversation to die away. John hadn’t said anything, and Sherlock was waiting for John to say something. Sherlock closed his eyes and sighed. Oh John…

“Aren’t you going to ask me?”

John’s brows furrowed and he turned to face Sherlock. “Ask you what?”

Sherlock’s mouth hung open. “John! Aren’t you going to ask me what I love about you?”

“Oh. Well, it’s probably a short list.”

“John, I can’t believe you just said that to me.” Sherlock immediately sat up and grabbed Rosie in his arms. He walked off with her and then returned shortly. He laid right next to John and made sure that the man’s eyes were on him.

“John, do you know what I love about you?”

John shook his head. Sherlock’s hands hovered above his face and landed on his cheeks. “I love your cheeks so much, so round and soft. I love your face. You have the face of a soldier, and I don’t just mean because of the army. I hope that when you look into the mirror you see the most handsome man on earth, because that’s how I feel every time I see you.”

Sherlock placed two kisses to both of John’s cheek. He moved to John’s hair and ran his hand through it.

“And this hair. John your hair so perfect to me! So, blond and shiny. You usually wear it like you’re still in the army, but can I tell you now that I really, really love what you’ve done with it recently. You look so handsome, I wish you’d believe me when I tell you.”

Sherlock kissed John’s smiling lips and moved down to his stomach. John watched with careful eyes as Sherlock pulled his shirt up and kissed the pudge. John blushed and threw his hands to his face.

“Christ, Sherlock.”

“John, I know you hate it, I see the way you stare at yourself when you think I’m not watching. John, my conductor of light, love of my life, one of the things I love the most about you is this pudge. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’re perfect the way you are. I love the way your shirts show this little softness whenever you tuck them in, or sit down. Do you know how proud I am when I see this?”

“How proud?”

“I am so immensely proud of you, John! When I met you, you were rivaling me in being thin. I see this, as well as your scars, as progress to how far you’ve come. You’re so much stronger than you think you are John. Do not think for a second that you are anything less than perfect to me, do you understand?”

John’s eyes were wide at Sherlock’s words. They were glassy too and that nearly moved the brunet to tears. Sherlock smiled at John’s shock and kissed him on the mouth, he pulled away and saw that John’s mouth was still open. He kissed him again and again until John finally responded. When they pulled away, Sherlock moved to rest his head on John’s stomach when he heard John’s low voice say,

“Tell me again.”  

“Yes, John. I’ll tell you again and again until you understand how dear you are to me.”

When John thought he wasn’t looking, Sherlock spotted the lonely tear roll down his cheek and frown. This man deserved all the love in the world.

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EXO reaction to when their rival pack takes their mate

Xiumin: Would tell Alphas to declare war on the rival pack and help D.O plan out the war and army
“No one takes my mate”

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Luhan: Expect the rival pack city to be burn down into pieces when Luhan finds you. 
“Who told you to take my baby. I warned you”

Originally posted by meiren-menglu

Kris: Since he is one of the alpha, he will and won’t hesitate to immediately declare war
“Be prepare for your city to burn down to pieces. I won’t give you mercy” 

Originally posted by byuny

Lay: Yixing is usually never angry, but taking his mate will make him explode. Taking the lead hunter, Baekhyun and the hunters, Sehun and Chanyeol, he will hunt down the rival pack til the end of the earth
“Where is my baby girl? You chose the wrong decision to take her”  

Originally posted by lullabyun

Chen: Chen is very cheerful on most days, but the day when he found out that the rival pack took you, the cheerfulness was replaced by the thought of killing every single one in the rival pack. 
“You dare to try me? Don’t beg for forgiveness when I rip your heart into pieces”

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Baekhyun: Not that worried, because he saw when they took you. baekhyun followed them when they took, not wanting to attack when you were taken because the whole rival pack was there and he was the only one at the moment. Expect him to inform the whole pack and telling them the location where you have been taken. 
“You think you can outsmart me. I am not the lead hunter for nothing”

Originally posted by blondejongin

Chanyeol: Chanyeol is very very very protective when it comes to you. He may not be the lead hunter, but he got some skills. He would ask Kris to help him form a coup d’etat on the rival pack.
“It’s time we get rid of you anyway” 

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

D.O: If Kyungsoo turn into satansoo when the Beagle line annoys him, he will do more than turn into satansoo when he finds out the rival pack took you.
“They are really testing my limits today” 

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

Tao: Tao is considered one of the warriors in the pack alongside Kai. He will do more than Wushu the rival pack’s ass if they have any
“they really didn’t think their plans and consequences through. Guess I have to show them” 

Originally posted by lil-duckling

Kai: Jongin loves his mate dearly like any other mate would, so it wouldn’t be a surprise if he rips everyone in the rival pack who was in the plan to take you
“Try me again and I’ll rip everyone in the whole pack” 

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

Sehun: Like everyone in the EXO Pack, Sehun is very protective of what is his. You are on another level and when he found you have been kidnapped by the rival pack, he will run out informing the alphas, lead hunter and hunters to help him 
“Now my hand is covered in some worthless peasant’s blood”

Originally posted by r-velvets

missminimontie  asked:

Can you draw "Garmalouse" shipping? Lmfao, You don't have to though xD (I'm very weird.)

It’s okay rarepairs are very welcome here, here you go~

Garmadon and Clouse would have had a lot of competitive banter when they were rivals, and sarcasm. Lots of sarcasm

drarrry-potter  asked:

draco, do you wish you knew how difficult harry's home life was back when you guys were "rivals"?

Draco: Fervently. I mean, I don’t think it would have changed me intrinsically because, yes, I am completely aware that I was an utter arsehole back then–

Harry: *gently* Draco…

Draco: But yes, I wish so, so much that I’d known. If nothing else, it’d have helped me gauge him better as a person. I’d have known all of his heroics was all real, and not put on. Nobody who goes through everything he did with those Muggles would then have the energy left to pretend to be some brave lion.

Harry: *laughs* Oh god, I wasn’t a brave lion, I was just reckless as fuck.

Draco: You’re literally the bravest person I know. And the kindest.

Harry: *disbelieving snort*

Draco: *fiercely* You don’t get it. Nobody can withstand the kind of abuse you did and still turn out to be someone so effortlessly kind and that’s one of the reasons I love you.

Harry: *softly* I love you too, darling.

anonymous asked:

Can you like imagine a scenario where Yuu resurrects Akane and first thing he does is grab onto Mika and be like "I heard about your little crush but guess what? HE'S MINE BITCH!" and everyone loses their shit because that was his real reason for wanting to bring her back.

I love the headcanon of Yuu and Akane being love rivals when they were kids.

But I think Yuu would wait for her to… well, catch up on everything, before doing something like that lol.

One day he’s like “I guess I won” and she simply stares at him and sighs “I can’t believe you’re 4 years older than me now and I’m still more mature than you.”

anonymous asked:

Have any Yandere blueberry headcannon???

Yes! I’ve actually thought about this for a while:

- Sans is the older brother. 

- He took care of Papy by himself when they were younger. Papyrus was the only family he had. This might play into why he’s so attached to Papyrus.

- I don’t think he considers Muffet a possible love rival. Maybe Muffet took them in when they were young and homeless? Either way Muffet and Papyrus don’t have romantic feelings toward eachother. Sans still sees her as a threat, bc she could notice something wrong with Papy and take him away from Sans. (Maybe he also harbors some resentment from early years, bc even though Muffet helped, she intruded on the tiny world of just Papyrus and himself.)

- Maybe Papyrus is kind of a loner. He has friends, but they’re not that close. Not close enough for him to ask for help. He’s also sure they won’t believe him. So he’s suffering quietly.

- Sans knows this fact. He’s equally guilty and happy about it. Guilty because he wants Papyrus to be well-liked and popular. (But he also thinks that nobody is worth Papyrus’ time.) Happy because that means there’s less chance Papy will be taken from him. He can be everything that Papyrus needs. He is everything that Papyrus needs. 

- In short, Sans is guilty about having to scare/hurt Papyrus, but not guilty enough to override his need to keep Papyrus to himself.

anonymous asked:

Prompt?: So I've been thinking with Keith actually having to lead Voltron, Lance is probably going to give Keith a hard time. While Keith is just putting all this pressure on himself, ending up making himself sick but being all secretive because he's the leader now and he can't be weak. So on night Lance can't sleep and is wandering around and ends up finding feverish Keith having a mini breakdown just miserable. Lance feels terrible for not realizing this has been on him too and fusses over him

This will be short, but it’s a great prompt, thank you for wanting me to write it!


Lance missed Shiro more than he felt comfortable admitting. Keith was doing a great job as the black paladin, though Lance could never let him know that, but all the same, Shiro was his friend, and he missed him. He rolled over in his bed, looking at the clock. 4:03 a.m. He sighed. Another one of those nights, he figured.

Lance threw the covers off his body and stood, deciding that maybe a cup of something hot might help him sleep. However, as he walked past the training room to the kitchen, he heard footsteps. 

Instantly, he bristled. He wished suddenly that he’d brought his bayard, but settled for grabbing the nearest object he could find–which happened to be a decorative plant–and rounded the corner. 

“What are you doing, Lance?” Keith asked. 

“I, uh,” Lance stammered, “was up to get a drink. I heard someone in here, and I thought I might have to… you know… fight ‘em off?” 

Keith blinked. “With a plant?”

Lance set it down quickly. “That’s not important,” he shook his head. “Why are you up?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” Keith replied simply, but something in his tone… “You should go back to bed. We’ve got training early tomorrow.”

“Are you okay?” Lance asked. The question caught Keith off guard.

“Of course, why?”

“Because,” Lance replied gently, stepping forward, “Your hands are shaking, and you’re breathing fast.” 

“I’m fine,” Keith said authoritatively.

“Don’t use that tone on me; you know it won’t work,” Lance brushed him off.

“It should work, though,” Keith argued. “Shiro could do it. You always listened to Shiro.”

“What are you talking about?” Lance asked. “Are you mad at me or something?”

“No,” Keith objected, “I just… You listened to Shiro. Everyone listened to Shiro. He was the leader. And now he’s not here. And I’m here. And I’m supposed to somehow fill his shoes, but how can anyone expect me to do that?”

Lance had never thought before that maybe his insubordination toward Keith had been having an impact. They’d had a sort of mutual understanding as rivals when they were equals, but now that Keith was the leader…

No. There was no way that Lance’s actions alone had spurred this reaction in someone like Keith. 

On a gut feeling, Lance reached out and brushed Keith’s bangs out of his face to touch his forehead.

“You’re running a little hot there, buddy,” Lance informed him affectionately. 

“I’m fine,” Keith repeated. 

“Come on,” Lance instructed, guiding Keith up and letting him lean against him for support, “You need to go to bed.”

“Training starts in an hour, and I’ve got to get ready–”

“Hunk can lead training; you know he’s more than capable,” Lance reassured. “You’ve got to take care of yourself, okay? Even though you’re our leader. Especially now that you’re our leader. We need you, mullet.”

Keith closed his eyes and let Lance lead him to bed, depositing him on the edge. 

“Why do you tie your stupid laces so tight,” Lance muttered. Keith looked down to find Lance struggling with his shoes.

“Here, I can–”

“No, no,” Lance argued, “I’m doing it.” Finally, Lance settled for yanking Keith’s shoes off without even untying the laces. 

“You can deal with those after you’ve had some sleep,” Lance grumbled. 

“I could have just untied my shoes, Lance.”

“I handled it.”

“They’re going to be impossible now that you’ve destroyed the knots.”

Goodnight.” Lance turned out the light, but paused in the doorway. “For the record, I don’t think you should worry. You don’t have the authority that Shiro had, sure. But we trust you. Not every leader is a commander, Keith. When you get down to it, when it matters, we all trust you enough to follow wherever you lead.”

Lance left, and Keith fell deeply asleep for the first time in a long time.

Rivalry romance with Yukio:

Originally posted by manganimae

  • You’ve both been rivals since elementary/primary school
  • Always coming in joint first place at the science fair until 5th grade when he won 
  • You won the year after
  • It’s been back and forth over everything since then
  • You also became exorcists together and were competitive throughout cram school
  • Both of you being the youngest people to become exorcists
  • You clarifying that you were actually the youngest because he was two months older then you
  • Loving his pissed off face more then anything
  • Receiving the same amount of marks on the entrance exam 
  • Both winning a scholarship
  • Being in the advanced classes and being seated next to each other 
  • This also means your partners when ever the teacher asks you to buddy up
  • Also being a cram school instructor
  • Backing each other up on missions
  • Being annoyed with each other over every little detail
  • Worrying when one of you gets hurt
  • Despite being rivals, you two were kinda close and could talk to each other due to always being around each other
  • Being paired together on a school project 
  • Getting into a squabble over it
  • ‘Y/N-chan, you shouldn’t shout so much, your forehead will permanently crease like that.”
  • “Yeah well, sorry I can’t look cute when I’m mad, like you!”
  • “At least I don-um…did you just say I was cute?”
  • “N-no…I said you were…”
  • Things became awkward after that
  • You didn’t speak much after that
  • You both missed talking…and even missed arguing
  • He broke the silence
  • Confessing his feelings for you
  • Eventually a happy relationship blossomed 
  • You worked together in piece from then on
  • Apart from the your academic minds clashed 
  • “Yukio…I love you.”
  • “…..”
  • “…..”
  • “SEE YOU IN CHEMISTRY! *slams door shut*

Originally posted by sarahlachapelle

ImagineDaily Database: Tony Stark

Originally posted by widowshields

MCU BASIC PROFILE

Real Name:  Anthony Edward Stark

Alias: Iron Man.

Citizenship: American.

Date of Birth: May 29, 1970.

Relatives: Howard Stark and Maria Stark. (both died in 1991).

Abilities: Genius level intellect, master engineer, master scientist, hacker, expert businessman, expert tactician, martial artist, marksman, pilot, multilingualism.

Others information:

  • The armors no longer use Stark’s arc reactor as a power source. Instead, the suits each have their own individual arc reactor 
  • Tony had a surgery to remove the sharps in his body, therefore removing his arc reactor off his chest for good. 
  • Tony has post-traumatic stress disorder.
  • Tony chose to pour millions into mental health research, to create a non-invasive non-pharmaceutical therapy technology.
  • 4 years old - made his first circuit board. 7 years old - built a V8 motorbike engine. 16 years old - won the 4th Annual M.I.T. Robot Design Award. 17 years old graduated MIT at the top of his class.


COMICS EARTH-616 PROFILE

Real Name:  Anthony Edward Stark

Alias: Iron Man.

Citizenship: Bulgarian, American.

Date of Birth: unknow. Born between March 21 and April 19.

Biological Relatives: mother Amanda Armstrong (was a SHIELD agent); father Jude Unknow Last Name (Hydra double-agent at SHIELD).

Adoptive Relatives: father Howard Stark (deceased); mother Maria Stark (deceased); brother Arno Stark.

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Things I need to know:
  • When did Kuroo and Bokuto meet?
  • Were they rivals before they became friends or was it bro at first sight?
  • Did they know each other before high school?
  • Did Kuroo get friend jealous his second year when Akaashi started hanging out with them?
  • Did Bokuto know Akaashi before high school?
  • Do they all hang out together outside of training camps?
  • Are Kuroo and Bokuto going to college together?

anonymous asked:

dino and enma trying to win back their fiance after humiliating her and breaking things off ANGST and a lot of begging in the boys part please?

COMPLETE

Hehe, hope you enjoy!

// Admin Chrome

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Dino:

“What do you mean you don’t want me anymore?” Your voice cracked, but Dino’s glare didn’t falter. Tears were pooling at your eyes, but Dino wouldn’t be swayed. He was pissed.

“What do you think I mean? I don’t want someone who is only using me for my money,” The both you were outside, Dino having dragged you out of the restaurant by the arm. You undoubtedly had bruise marks on your arm from his grip. “Leave, and don’t ever step a foot around me again.”

It seemed his words were the last blow, since the tears were now falling freely down your face. Sobs were pouring out of you, but you couldn’t stop. Your face was hot, feeling the burn of humiliation set in at being dumped in such a public space.

“D-Dino, I didn’t do any-”

“Just leave already, I don’t want a gold digger like you anywhere near me.” You flinched at Dino’s words, such a contrast to the usual romantic and sweet sentences that you were usually showered in. Taking a step back, and wiping your face on your jacket sleeve, you pulled off your engagement ring.

Holding out your hand for Dino to take it, yet he rolled his eyes at you.

“Keep the ring, I don’t want it anymore.” Even though you knew it was impossible, your heart cracked even more. You offered a shaky smile at him, your glassy eyes looking tired.

“Please be happy, Dino.” Your words hung in the air as you walked away from the love of your life.

-~-

It was days after that Dino realized that he had been given false information. Money had been gradually going missing from the Cavallone bank account, yet no one knew from where. Then a subordinate of his had suggested that it could have been you, his lover, since you were the only outsider that was in close proximity with the family. However, after his outburst, it had come back that someone had betrayed them from the inside.

It was too late.

After months of searching, Dino had found you. You were now a waitress at a small restaurant that got a decent amount of business. You were tired, he could see it in your eyes. The smile you gave customers wasn’t as bright as it had once been. Dino felt his gut tighten at that thought.

He went in, and was sat at one of the tables. He waited, his heart beating out of his chest, for you to finally come around. Every step that had you draw closer to him was only making the beating get louder in his ears.

Then, you were right in front of him.

Your eyes, hair, face were all the same as he had remembered. He remembered staring into your eyes before you both fell asleep at night, remembered twirling your hair on his fingers to make you laugh, remembered running his fingertips down your skin just to see you twist your face in pleasure.

Dino missed you so much.

So, when you had finally met his eyes, the world had stopped. Your eyes had widened, bigger than he had ever seen, and he could see the panic set in. You dropped your notebook and pen, planning to make a run for it, but Dino was way ahead of you. His hand had enclosed around your wrist before you could make it that far.

“Please, [Name], just listen to me!” He pleaded, but you were having none of it. You scratched at his hand, leaving marks behind, Limbs were flying everywhere, and you didn’t even process the men in black suits surrounding you as Dino picked you up, your feet flying every other way.

“Let me explain, please!” You had never heard him beg like this before. However, you still couldn’t bring yourself to listen to him.

Enma:

Enma was proud of you. You had taken it upon yourself to help around the mansion, assisting in cleaning and cooking. Seeing you wanting to make the jobs of the staff less hectic made him love you even more. That was why when he heard the rumor, he hadn’t believed it.

You had been cleaning and organizing around the mansion since Enma was very specific when you could go out (really, rival families were vicious). It hadn’t occurred to you that some of the maids were getting angry that you were “replacing” them. You had gotten close with one of the new chefs, since he was a bit younger than you, but he knew how to make some great dishes (and you wanted to try and make some for Enma).

You saw the new guy as a little brother of sorts, and you knew that he only saw you in a sisterly way as well. That was why it was confusing as to why Enma had suddenly dragged you out of the kitchen when you were in a deep discussion about different pastas with the new chef. You could tell he was angry, too, as the grip on his hand was getting tighter and tighter as he dragged you down the hall.

“Enma! Stop, it seriously hurts!” Enma let go suddenly, after your cries of protest. His back was facing you, but you could see how his shoulders were tense, him holding back his anger.

“I want you to leave.” What?

“What? Why? Enma, what’s wron-”

“Leave! I don’t want a whore who sleeps with my workers in my house!” His booming voice echoed throughout the hall, and all the workers bustling about stopped dead in their tracks, frozen by the sheer frustration in his voice. You didn’t say anything, your chest tightening and your eyes watering. One sob had managed to escape you before you were darting down the halls, wanting to leave this place as fast as you could.

-~-

Of course it had been a lie. There was really no way that you would have slept with him, Enma should have known that. He was left feeling stupid and frustrated with himself months following the incident. He had fucked everything up.

The maids had been whispering about the affair. Enma should have known that it was juts a mindless rumor, but after seeing the two of you so close that day, Enma couldn’t help the jealousy bubbling up inside of him finally exploding.

That didn’t excuse him, however. That was why he was trying desperately to get you back. The Shimon family had been following you for weeks, tracking your movements, and trying to get you to come back. Enma was no doubt behind it all.

It had come to the point where Enma had visited you himself. Once you opened your door, and you saw the familiar face, you tried to slam the door in his face. However, Enma was too strong, easily pushing himself into your little home.

“I don’t want to hear it!” You were yelling, and the tears were threatening to come back. You had done your best to not think about what Enma had said to you. Now, being in front of him once again, it only brought the memories back full force.

“[Name], please… just listen.” His eyes were staring right into yours. You saw the exhaustion and the sadness clouding his vision. He looked so alone, and you just wanted to go back into his arms, and never let go.

But, the words just kept repeating over and over in your head.

“I’m sorry…I can’t…” You whispered.

I love this, if any of ya’ll are Yandere Simulator fans such as I, then you may be interested in this photo.


So, when Yandere Dev released the rival introduction video, a lot of people were hating on Kizana Sunobu. Either because she was replacing Kokona or the fanbase just generally didn’t like her. Now, the very talented artist who drew the rival girls shown in the rival introduction video drew a response picture as you can see above which makes her look like she is almost lamenting these turn of events.


We can tell through the rival introduction video that she has a very confident and egotistical personality. This is also shown through the way she dresses, talks, positions herself, etc… But this image shows us, the Yandere Simulator community, a different side of her. A side of a more vulnerable and fragile Kizana. The Kizana that she hides underneath her massive ego and bubbly personality is a completely different girl, and I personally love this, not only because it sheds some light on Kizana’s backstory, but her softer side.

From Rivals to Lovers - Minhyuk

Word Count: 1658

Genre: Fluff

A/N: guys i’m actually a terrible human being i haven’t posted in so long and i keep promising y’all scenarios and i’m really sorry. hopefully i’ll be able to write more this week since i’m on spring break. but anyway, thanks anon for requesting this was fun to write even though i probably didn’t do minhyuk justice.


“Again from the top,” Minhyuk’s voice rings out in the empty studio, and you internally groan as you get back into position, your muscles sore from the nearly seven hours of practice you’ve already endured.

Most girls would kill to be in your situation: practicing alone with a sweaty, shirtless Minhyuk, who was arguably the best dancer in the studio, into the wee hours of morning.

But not you. Ever since Minhyuk had joined the studio three years ago, you hadn’t liked him. Not one bit. At first no one had thought that he would ever amount to much: he was an utter klutz with two left feet, and was more of a nuisance than anything else. Minhyuk, however, was determined to succeed, locking himself in the studio for hours on end to perfect even the most basic moves, and while his progress didn’t show much at first, he slowly began to blossom into the beautiful and talented dancer he is today. As he climbed up the ranks in the studio, you began to take notice of the once clumsy boy who seemed dead set on making a name for himself, and you quickly became aware that your title of best dancer in the studio was at risk. It was when you realized this that your arch rivalry with Minhyuk truly began. Neither of you really said out loud that that’s what your relationship was, but you both knew it: constantly one upping one another during class, silently watching one another from afar to pick up on new skills, and trying to be the last one to leave the studio and the first one to arrive. As competition season came around, your competitive streak only got more heated as you consistently tried to outplace one another. By then, the entire studio had become well aware of the fact that the two of you didn’t get along, though everyone seemed to think that if you looked past your rivalry for two seconds, you would actually like the guy. Perhaps that was why your instructor had put in you in the situation you’re in now: partnered with Minhyuk for the duet competition that’s coming up in a few weeks.

The jazz track that you’re dancing to begins to blare from the speakers, and you let yourself get lost in the music, hoping that it will distract you from the fact that Minhyuk’s hands rest on your hips and that his face is still contorted into a cheesy grin even after this many hours of practice. As the two of you move about the room, you can’t deny the fact that you look pretty damn good dancing the routine together, somehow managing to channel your rivalry into a kind of onstage chemistry that is as electrifying as it is mesmerizing. When you reach the last part of the song, Minhyuk moves to spin and then dip you, but somehow you end up leaning too far back into the dip, and the next thing you know you’re on the floor with Minhyuk on top of you.

“Aish, sorry,” he says as you look up at him.

“It was my fault,” you stutter, refusing to meet his eyes, suddenly hyper aware of the awkward position you’re in.

“Erm, could you get off of me now?” you ask when he shows no signs of moving, choosing instead to stare down at you with an unreadable expression.

“In a minute,” he replies, and you see a shadow of doubt cross his face, “but first I’m going to do something I should have done a long time ago.” Before his words have time to register in your head, he’s leaning down towards you to tentatively press his lips against your own. Your eyes widen in surprise. You’re kissing Minhyuk. Your arch rival. {though you can’t deny that many a time he’s been the cause of an unexplained fluttering in your chest} Nonetheless you feel yourself jerk back, the implications of the situation too much for you to process, especially when Minhyuk’s on top of you and his mouth is covering your own.

But he’s persistent, molding his lips to yours again, pleadingly, almost as if he’s asking you, begging you to see him as more than just the boy that had gone from being an uncoordinated klutz to your only competition. And before you know what you’re doing, or why the thought of kissing Minhyuk in the middle of an empty studio at 3 in the morning no longer repulses you, you kiss him back. Your lips move against one another gently, as if you’re both afraid that this moment will just become another forgotten fantasy if you take things too far, too fast. You don’t realize that your hands have moved from their place on the linoleum floor to his neck, or the that Minhyuk is periodically smiling into the kiss as if noticing every few seconds that this is real. That he has finally worked up the courage to let you see that you mean something to him beyond the confines of a dance studio. That he can feel your steady heartbeat against his own wildly thumping chest. That his feelings no longer live on a one way street. When you finally break apart, Minhyuk stares down at you with a dazed look in his eyes, but a grin on his face nonetheless.

“Wow,” you say, feeling a blush starting to form on your cheeks.

“Well,” he replies, his eyes never leaving yours, “it took me long enough.”

“Well then,” you say smirking, “I guess we have to make up for lost time.” And with that, you’re pulling him back down toward you, the jazz track still playing in the background forgotten entirely as you get lost in the feeling of one another.


Needless to say, following the events of the night in the studio, you and Minhyuk become inseparable.  Lazing around with each other in sweats after particularly grueling weeks, discovering new places to eat around town, calling one another at random intervals just to share a stupid joke or something that reminded one of you of the other.

Life at the studio will never be the same, because while the competitive spirit between you will never truly die, all you know is that it’s a lot more fun to practice into ungodly hours of night with your boyfriend beside you than with the Minhyuk you used to know. Not to mention the fact that everyone at the studio, and you mean everyone, is so excited at the fact that the two best dancers have finally become the power couple that had been the object of countless studio bets.


You’ve spent eight blissful months together when you get the call.

“Meet me at the studio, I have something to tell you,” Minhyuk says, his voice a mix of anxiety and excitement.

“What? Why what hap-” the phone line goes dead, signaling that he hung up. You huff in annoyance, but hurry to the studio nonetheless as your curiosity has gotten the best of you yet again. As you burst through the doors of the studio, you find Minhyuk waiting for you, wringing his hands with an unreadable expression on his face. When he sees you, he wastes no time jogging over, placing his hands on your shoulders as he says the one thing that you know will change your future together forever.

“Fantagio recruited me as a trainee and they want me to move to Seoul.” The words spill out of his mouth without warning, his eyes desperately seeking out yours and searching them for the answer to the unsaid question that hangs in the air.

Your mouth opens, but instead of voicing the thoughts that are racing through your head at a million miles a minute, you lean forward and press it against Minhyuk’s. Perhaps because you know that a kiss will be able to speak volumes more than words can ever convey. Perhaps because you want to take every opportunity you have before this kiss (which has become almost as normal as breathing, and which sometimes feels as necessary) becomes a ghost of the past. When you finally pull away, you look your boyfriend square in the eye and whisper the one word that you know, deep down, he needs to hear, “Go.”


It’s been a year since you last saw Minhyuk. Since you parted ways as friends, even though you’ll always be so much more. A year since you’ve felt his steady heartbeat against your own. Since you’ve welcomed the embrace of his arms and forgotten that anything existed beyond their threshold. You’ve kept in touch, but you both feel the pain of talking to your first love and knowing that things will never be the same. So when you open your mailbox to find an envelope that smells like his cologne and his has his familiar scrawl across the front, you don’t know what to think at first. Upon opening it, you discover front row tickets to the event he’s been waiting his whole life for: his debut.You find yourself grinning as you stare down at the tickets in your hands, remembering a time when you were rivals and would make bets on who would reach this milestone first, after all, it was this shared dream that made you so competitive in the first place.

Two weeks later when you stand in the crowd and watch your formal rival perform effortlessly on the night before the next chapter of his life, you can’t help but think that’s he’s outshined you once and for all. Nor can you help the smile that creeps across your face as you realize that the pang of jealousy that you would have once felt in your stomach has been replaced by an undying pride for the clumsy little boy from the studio who’s finally making his dreams a reality.

whipbogard  asked:

Would it be okay to ask for a JayDick buddy cop au? :x

Anything for you whippy <3

This is lightly based off the challenge from B99. 

Wanna Bet?

“Guess who just solved the Richardson case?” Jason swaggered into the conference room, file in his hand. He tossed it down on the table, going up to the white board at the front of the room and replacing the 90 written under his last name to a 91. 

Dick’s arms were crossed, pretending to be pissed. “Awesome,” he said. “While you were working on that, I took care of the Deliccui case, the Boyardo case, the Montoya case, and the missing puppy case.” Dick pulled the files out of his bag along with a newspaper. His smiling face was on on front page, holding a little girl and her lost puppy. 

A few of the people in the room whooped and some “oohed” at them. Dick walked up to the front of the room, plucked the marker out of Jason’s hand and replaced the 90 under his own last name with a 94. 

“Better get ready,” Dick said as he set the marker down. “I hear your speech writing skills could use some work.” 

“Don’t put your suit up just yet, Grayson,” Jason replied. “This bet isn’t over until one of us hits one hundred.”

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anonymous asked:

Dramione? :)

this is for the @slytherdornet new beginnings challenge!

  • draco malfoy had always been in love with hermione granger.
  • and hermione granger had always been in love with draco malfoy.
  • the only problem was that their relationship had to be a secret for years.
  • their lives depended on it.
  • but now that the war was over, they could have a fresh start.
  • they did not have to hide it anymore; the whole world could know now since draco’s name was cleared.
  • but they were both nervous, they were so nervous that they wondered if it was even worth it.
  • so now draco sat on hermione’s couch while she paced across the room. 
  • “i don’t know if i can do this. i don’t know how they will react,” she fretted, “maybe our love is better private.”
  • draco was quiet for a moment, but he finally decided to vocalize the thought that had been eating away at him for years.
  • “are you ashamed of me?” 
  • hermione stopped in her tracks and slowly turned her head around to gaze at him.
  • “no,” she replied quietly, “of course not. i just know they will be angry.”
  • “they will forgive you, they love you.”
  • hermione sighed and finally took a seat next to draco.
  • he grabbed her hand and rubbed his thumb reassuringly over her knuckles.
  • “they don’t need to forgive me for being with you,” she clarified, “they will need to forgive me for keeping it a secret for so long. for keeping it a secret when we were all apparently rivals with you. they will have a hard time accepting that i didn’t tell them sooner.”
  • “you had no choice.”
  • “we always have a choice.”
  • their foreheads were now touching, and hermione’s eyes were closed.
  • draco took this as an opportunity to study her face.
  • she took one deep breath and then broke free from their connection.
  • “i’m going to send an owl for them to come now,” she explained quickly, “better now than never.”
  • draco stayed quiet.
  • he watched her as she wrote, and then he watched as his owl flew away.
  • “how quick do you think they will get here?” he asked her.
  • “quickly. we drop everything when we need each other.”
  • draco nodded, and he was reminded again of how jealous he had been about their friendship. he wanted that kind of friendship his whole life.
  • it was only minutes later when harry and ron flooed in. 
  • ron recoiled slightly when he walked into the room and caught sight of draco, but harry did not respond. he seemed abnormally calm.
  • “what is he doing here?” ron probed.
  • hermione took a shaky breath; draco put his hand on her knee.
  • ron’s eyes bulged; harry exhaled.
  • “i’ve known,” harry said suddenly, “i’ve always known.”
  • “you’ve always known what?” ron started, “you can’t mean..”
  • “yes,” hermione interrupted softly, “we are together, we have always been together.”
  • draco got up and walked toward harry. he put his hand on his shoulder and nodded.
  • harry returned the nod.
  • he then turned in ron’s direction and held out his hand.
  • ron looked at it skeptically, but then he looked up at hermione’s nervous face, and his face softened.
  • he then firmly took draco’s hand and shook it, and draco thought it was appropriate then to say what he always wanted.
  • “to a new friendship, ron weasley.” 
Who’s He’s Not Pt.3 [Oh Sehun Scenario]

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Summary: After having dated Sehun for a while you move in together but that decision quickly changes your life.
Pairing: Sehun x Reader (You)
Type: Dramatic, angsty, mafia kinda feels
Word Count: 1503

Despite what the two gang leaders had told you, you doubted that you would make it out alive of this whole predicament whether or not you had cooperated with whatever it was they wanted from you. You’ve seen enough mafia movies to know how this ends and you didn’t like the thought of it but you weren’t going to get your hopes up on your murderous boyfriend coming to your rescue.

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