youre still so tiny

anonymous asked:

Martha Wayne and the robins though

i have Strongly Considered doing a version of the time travel fic where Martha and Thomas come to the future instead of the reverse, and while Martha is fun Thomas is A GODDAMN NIGHTMARE by which i mean completely fucking hilarious to anyone who is not his mortified son

“No, no, this can’t be your girlfriend, I thought that was your girlfriend. What did I teach you about picking on people your own size? Look, I’m sure she’s very nice but I want grandkids and if you get her pregnant she’ll be more baby than woman. She’ll die. I’m a doctor. Neither of them are your girlfriend? So is this your boyfriend? I’m not mad, I know I just said I want grandkids but this is the future, right? You can have some test tube babies. Science is amazing. Or you can adopt, I don’t mind adoption. You already adopted? What do you mean, ‘technically’, do I have grandkids or not, help me out here, I went through all the trouble of traveling to the cyberpunk future and so far I’m underwhelmed. Hand me a small child so I can feed him candy and teach him old-timey cusses.”

Favourite part of Hurt choreo in Japan - XiuChen @ front center of stage body rolls while looking at each other

uhhh im late but i had these saved anyways

you’ve had three mugs of herbal tea while sitting by your tiny fireplace and you still feel so lost and sad but then you look at the window and you notice there’s a light snow outside and suddenly you understand you’re just in the rough patch of your own indie film.

you’re completely irrevocably in love with your best friend but he likes a girl you guys know except he actually loves you too but thinks you’re not gay and things go horribly until you talk it all out and realize it’ll all be alright.

you see some person on the street and you know that you will NEVER see them again but there is something so momentarily startling about them that you imagine an entire life with them but then somebody bumps into you while getting on the subway train and you keep moving.

when you’re moody as fuck and you can’t tell if you wanna be happy or if you wanna curse the world and tell it to fuck right off so you manage to do both while you drive your car with the windows down and scream the words to every song.

when you and your gay girlfriend are sitting on your balcony in an urban area but you have flowers all over the place so it feels like a small forest and you make eye contact while she’s reading her book and you’re checking your phone and it’s so clear you’re in love.

love is fleeting and maybe you’ll never say that you love each other out loud but you both know its true, right here and right now, so you’ll keep living life and moving forward with each other during the late night drives and midday fist fights at arby’s you keep getting in with strangers.

you’re an 18th century lesbian vampire and you’re so tired of living until you meet this really weird girl but you think you would do anything for her and her ragtag group of friends if it means you can look at the smile on her face again.

you woke up one day and realized that you never actually did any of the things that you always wanted to in those books you keep stacked in your dusty library of an apartment and you decide that now is your time so you pack your bags buy a ticket and end up in a new country to do everything you’ve always wanted for a month.

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Rhett roleplaying as a jerk and trying his best to insult Link’s appearance. Three separate attempts. (x)

{ the act of empathy }

promptokay so could you do a poly!hamilsquad where like the reader came from a bad family and something happens one day that reminds them of it and the squad comforts them and they talk and it ends in fluff and stuff? you don’t have to if you don’t feel like it, it was just an idea

t/w: reader is a victim of emotional + some physical abuse, please read with caution. some hurtful insults. 

a/n: this was a little tricky to write. i hope this is what you meant when you said “bad family.” if not, just let me know and maybe i can write something else up.

if there are any other trigger warnings you think i need to add, please let me know! 

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For the first half of your life, you felt like you were trapped in a cage. You felt like a prisoner in your own home, a victim of an honorable thief. 

You weren’t familiar with the picture of the doting mother and father, willing to do whatever necessary for their child. You weren’t familiar with the idea of a mother who helped her child deal with their problems while being able to solve their own. You weren’t familiar with the promise of a mother who loved you no matter what you did.

Your mother didn’t always tell you that she loved you, but she did remember to tell you that she wished you were dead.

If you didn’t clean your room, she’d call you a failure. If you washed the dishes too slow, she’d insist that you’d never amount to anything good in this life. The smallest thing to you was the biggest infraction in her mind and if you told her how her words made you feel, she scoffed. 

“You’re too sensitive,” she would dismiss you coldly. “You know I don’t mean it.”

If you asked too many questions or even angered her in the slightest way, there was the underlying worry that she would hit you. This fear became a reality. She slapped you once. You remembered the night perfectly. You were sixteen years old and as you placed ice on your cheek, you realized that the physical pain didn’t hurt as much as the emotional pain.

She could apologize and kiss you the next day, but the dull pain was still there. The outline of her hand seemed to sink into your skin after she slapped you.

They say there’s nothing like a mother’s love, but if this was her idea of love, then you wanted nothing of it.

You moved out as soon as you could. You went to New York for college. Despite leaving your old life behind, her words rang constantly in your mind. She had shaped you into the person you were today and not for the better. 

When you first met your boys, you found yourself regressing to your old ways. For the longest time, you had trouble sleeping. For the longest time, you found yourself waking up into a constant state of fear. You remembered how many dates you canceled because you were on the brink of an anxiety attack.

Your boys were patient, but your mother still seemed to follow you to New York. 

Your boys had asked about your family. You never told them much. They learned not to ask too many questions. At the mention of your mother, you seemed to grow sad. Herc had noticed the faraway look in your eye when he first mentioned her and he made sure not to ask again.

Alex had noticed the confused look in your eye when he had first told you that you were beautiful. He figured it was just because you were surprised. He didn’t realize that was the first time you had been complimented since you left home. 

John and Laf noticed how you might get worried over small things. Laf remembered how once you freaked out because you hadn’t finished making dinner before he came home. John noticed if you were late, you’d apologize profusely until he reassured you that everything was alright. They were too focused on making sure you were okay in the moment to ask what you were really afraid of. 

You wished you weren’t this way, but your wishes weren’t always fulfilled. You just tried to appreciate the good days when they came. The days where you slept the whole night or the days where you didn’t hear the voice telling you how you were worthless were enough. Those quiet victories kept you going.

You woke up with that mindset. Today could be a good day if you let it play out in full. After all, you were in New York, far away from your mother, and safe with your boys.

You sat up in bed, looked at the time. It was a little past eight. You tossed your hair up into a bun and looked down at what you were wearing–an old sweatshirt from your college and a pair of shorts. You hummed as you headed to the kitchen. Your boys were up before you, scattered about your loft. You smiled at each of them, gave them a little wave, before going into the kitchen and making breakfast. 

“Did you buy eggs when you went out, Herc?” You called, pulling out the waffle iron from your cupboards. 

“Yep!” He called back. You rubbed your eyes once more, before opening the fridge. You pulled out the carton of milk, the container of eggs, and the waffle mix. “Did you find it, princess?”

“Yeah, thank you!” 

You boiled the water to make oatmeal and got a pot of coffee ready for Alex. Then, you pulled out a big bowl to put your ingredients in for your waffles. You cracked the eggs, poured in milk, measured your mix, and whisked it all together. You felt a little smile on your face once the mixture was smooth and the lumps were gone. You started to pour the batter into the hot waffle iron and patiently waited for it to cook.

“Morning, baby girl.” John hummed. He brushed some of the waffle mix off of your cheek, giving you a sweet little smile. Before you could ask why he did that, he kissed your cheek. “These for us?” He pointed to the waffles.

“Nope, it’s all for me.” You added another waffle to the top of your growing stack, slipping the golden waffle off of the spatula. You laughed a little. “Back off, Jack.” 

John chuckled, snuck his arms around your waist. “Will you at least save a couple for us?” 

“You can have the oatmeal. Why do you think I made some?“ You teased. When he pressed a few kisses to your neck, you felt your heart warm up a little. “You must really want some, huh?”

John’s kisses grew in number. “Want a little more than that.” 

You laughed a little. “Make up your mind. Me or the waffles.”

“You, every time.” 

You bit your lip a little, a soft tint of red filling your cheeks. You were flattered. Every time these boys complimented you or showed you how important you were to them, all you could do was smile. Accepting their compliments and love was hard at first, but it had grown a little easier with time.

“If you keep kissing me, I won’t be able to finish these. Some of us have to eat, you know.”

“I’ll kiss you later then.” 

“Promise?”

“Of course.” John pulled away, giving you one last kiss on the lips before he left the kitchen. 

You added a few more waffles to your stack before walking with them to the table. Your boys helped you set the table once you announced you were all done. Kisses were exchanged between the five of you as you started to eat. Alex kissed the back of your hand with sticky lips, but you still smiled at the gesture. 

Mornings like these, you felt normal. Mornings like these, you felt happy. They were so rare and so sweet. You popped another piece of waffle into your mouth before staring ahead.

“Love?” Herc asked, giving you a look. You looked adorable–he couldn’t deny that–but that zoned out look in your eye had been there for so long. “You there?” 

You looked up at him with a start, your chin in the palm of your hand. “S-Sorry.” 

Laf patted your knee from where he sat beside you. “Thank you for the breakfast, mon cher.” 

You beamed, biting into another big piece of waffle. “Yeah. Of course.” 

“Why don’t I clean up?”

You nodded, thankfully. Laf kissed the top of your head before taking his plate and yours once you were both finished. John stacked up the other plates to make it easier for Laf when he came back from the kitchen. You figured you could take it yourself. You didn’t mind. You took the three other plates and grabbed a glass while you were at it. 

Unfortunately, you turned and backed up a little too quickly. You dropped the glass on accident, flinching at the crash it made. The glass scattered along the tile in the kitchen. You cursed under your breath, quickly set the plates down on the counter.

“I-I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me -” 

All the while, Laf was standing just in front of you. You started to pick up some of the larger pieces of glass, but you decided against it. When you looked up at Laf, he had his hand raised up slightly. Your eyes widened.

You suddenly felt sixteen again. You could feel your mother’s glare on you. You heard her invectives, heard the bitterness in her voice, heard her rant about all the pain you called her.

You tried to fight it. The scene felt too familiar. You remembered the hand that raised slightly with the intention to hit you. You remembered how your mother’s hand came crashing down across your face.

You tried to tell yourself, Laf wouldn’t do that. Laf wouldn’t hit you, but a louder voice told you that he would. 

You naturally recoiled, took a step back, and brought your hands to cover your face. 

Laf frowned at the sight of you. The other boys too looked confused as they watched your movements. 

Laf stepped around the broken glass, gently brought your hands down. You were shaking slightly. He bent down, trying to make eye contact with you, but you had your eyes shut tight. You hadn’t moved from where you stood. He heard you let out a quiet whimper and it broke his heart.

“My love?” Laf whispered. He swallowed. “I-I’m not going to hit you.” 

You looked up at him, a quiet voice telling you to be afraid. You took a tiny step back. Your hands were still connected, so sweetly intertwined, but you were still tense. You were still scared. Laf bit his lip. 

“I was just reaching for the broom.” He said softly. Your eyes followed to what he was referring to. You relaxed slightly. You just misunderstood what had happened. Laf’s not going to hit you. Laf’s not going to hit you.

You nodded slowly. You slipped your hands out of his. You didn’t realize you were crying until Laf asked Herc to get you some tissues. You felt the hot tears run down your face, rushed to wipe them away. You tried to pull yourself together. Your brain was already trying to think of a lie that would be enough for the boys to forget about what happened.

Herc approached you carefully and his voice brought you out of your thoughts. “(Y/N)?” 

You looked up at him, sniffling still. You warily took the tissue he offered you. You dabbed at your eyes before quietly saying, “Y-Yes?” 

“Can I ask you something?” He whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His eyes were full of love and concern.

“Mm.” You said tightly and managed a tight nod. Herc took your hand, rubbed his thumb along the back of your hand.

“Did someone … hurt you?” He asked, a little unsure. “In the past, maybe?”

You looked around the room. Laf was holding the broom, but his eyes were on you. John and Alex exchanged nervous looks, but soon they looked at you in concern. You looked up at Herc nervously. He knew you well enough to know that meant yes. 

“What happened?”

You shifted a little uncomfortably. You could hear your mother’s words ring a little louder in your head.

“You’re too sensitive. I’ve done nothing but love you! H-How could you say that about me?!”

Herc watched you carefully. You had that far away look in your eye. 

“Don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. I’m sure it’s hard to talk about.”

He was right. It was hard to talk about, but you figured it needed to be said.

“My mom,” You began softly. “I guess, it’s, um, more emotional than physical abuse,“ You rubbed you hands together. “Well, it was. I haven’t seen her in … years.”

You bit your lip. “I know I should have told you sooner -” You felt your throat tighten and your eyes water again. “I just … d-didn’t know how you would take it? I guess? It’s hard to tell people about it because usually they don’t believe me. T-They look for scars or bruises and I don’t have any here -” You pointed to your skin. “But, they’re still there and it hurts just as much.”

You sniffed more until your vision was blurred with tears. The words got caught in your throat. You looked up at Herc once more. You opened your mouth and closed it. You tried to hold back a sob, but it still seemed to escape.

“Can I give you a hug, baby?” He asked you gently. 

You nodded, wrapped your arms around his torso. He wrapped his arms around you and you buried your face in his chest.

Laf’s hands were shaking slightly. John noticed. He nudged Alex to go over to him. Alex complied and crossed the room to see Laf.

They spoke quietly in French while Herc and John comforted you. 

She thinks I would hit her. I-I wouldn’t. I’d n-never hurt her.” 

“I know, Laf. Give her a minute. It’s not your fault.” Alex bit his lip. “You didn’t know. None of us did.” 

When Laf didn’t seem to believe him, Alex took his hand. He tried to think of what Laf needed to hear in this moment. The words found their way to him like always.

“We know you’d never hurt us.” Alex said as firmly as he could. He knew it to be true.

That seemed to bring Laf back.

“Are you okay now?” 

“I’m more worried about her.”

Alex helped him sweep the broken glass up. By the time it was cleaned up, Herc had moved you over to the couch. You were in Herc’s lap, holding onto him until John sat beside you. He took your hand. 

“Can you call Laf and Alex, please?” You whispered. John was quick to go and grab them.

You curled up closer to Herc, closed your eyes. The couch sunk a little from the weight of John when he came back beside you. John kissed the top of your head. When you opened your eyes, Laf and Alex were in front of you, sitting on the coffee table. Laf looked nervous. Alex looked to you. 

“A-Are you okay?” Alex asked you softly. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

You sniffed, nodded a little. “My mom wasn’t always very … nice to me. She was, um, really manipulative and hurtful and I just never liked being at home. She would humiliate me publicly and insult me, but then she’d insist she didn’t mean it.” You shifted. “Um,” You felt your eyes water again. “There was this one time …This one time she slapped me and -”

You bit your lip and shook your head. “I-I just knew she meant it then.”

Tears rushed down your cheeks and you shook in Herc’s embrace.

Each of your boys tensed–-Laf especially. 

“Is that why you got scared when I raised my hand?” He whispered. 

“A l-little, yeah.” You said weakly. “But not of you! J-Just of what you could do.” Your voice was soft, still small, but the boys understood. 

Laf knelt down in front of you. “You must know I would never want to hurt you.” He whispered, his hand comfortingly on your knee. “I love you, mon cher. I would never d-do anything to hurt you.”

When you looked down at him, his eyes were glassy. You brushed away your own tears and tried to calm down. You managed to give him a little smile, despite the war between the two voices in your head. There was your mother’s and then there was Laf’s.

He wasn’t lying. He loved you. Laf wasn’t your mother. None of these boys were your mother.

“I-I know.” You let out a soft sigh. “I was just reminded of my mom and what she did to me.” 

“Baby girl, you didn’t deserve that.” John reassured you, pulling you into a tight hug. “I’m so sorry.” 

“I-It’s not your fault,” You managed a weak smile. “You all have never hurt me.” You looked down at your hands, rubbing them together a little nervously. “You’ve done nothing but love me and I love you for it.” 

“We’re never going to treat you how your mom treated you.” Alex promised you, looking you right in the eye. “We don’t want you to feel afraid of us or just afraid in general.” 

You just nodded, felt your shoulders relax, felt a huge burden roll off your chest.

Herc pushed your hair out of your eyes and you buried your face in his neck. “Is there something we do that triggers you? Or something other people do that reminds you of your mom?” 

“I’m not too sure, but I’ll let you know if something really bothers me.” You promised, sitting up a little straighter. 

“Just want to make sure you’re okay, darling.” Alex hummed. 

You nodded, looked at Laf.

“Laf?” You reached forward, brought his eyes to yours. You cupped his face, rested your forehead against his. “I know you won’t hurt me.” 

Relief washed over him and he visibly relaxed. A burden was removed from his heart and his mind.

Laf pulled you into a soft kiss and then into a tight hug. You breathed out a sigh of relief in time with Laf.

“I-I did not mean to frighten you, mon cher.” He said, holding you close to his chest. You snuggled deeper into his hold, relaxed in his embrace. “You must know that.”

“I do. I k-know.” You whispered. “I love you.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek and sat back in between John and Herc. You looked at Hercules, then John, and then at Alex who still sat across from you beside Laf. “I love you all.”

“Baby?” John kissed your cheek and took your hand. “Anything else you want to tell us?” 

You bit your lip and slowly shook your head. “I’m just sorry that I didn’t tell you sooner.” 

“No, it’s okay.” Alex insisted. “It was your place to tell us when. You don’t owe us anything, love.”

“We’re just glad that you did.” Herc reassured you. You smiled up at him and he kissed the top of your head. You closed your eyes and leaned into him a little more. “Now, we can love you better.” 

“You guys already love me so much.” You whispered, a little blush creeping into your cheeks. “H-How could you possibly love me anymore?” 

“Just let us show you.” John gave you a sweet smile.

“Y-You don’t need to do that.” 

“Too bad, mon cher.” Laf chuckled a little. He reached over and pulled you into his chest. You bit your lip, trying not to smile as you all squeezed onto the couch. You were on Laf’s lap. Alex squeezed beside Laf at the end of the couch and leaned forward to kiss your temple. “We love you very much.” 

“We won’t let anyone hurt you ever again, darling.” Alex rested his head on Laf’s shoulder, but he comfortingly rubbed your shoulder. “And we won’t hurt you. Ever.“

“That’s right.” John finalized. He rested his head on Herc’s shoulder but leaned over to take your hand. He squeezed it comfortingly. Your heart warmed as Herc pressed soft kisses to your neck and shoulder. 

You were tangled into each other in a matter of moments, soft kisses being placed all over your cheeks, neck, and lips as each moment passed. Your boys held you close and you nuzzled your face in the crooks of their necks, taking in everything about them, soaking up the love and security they brought you. 

Somehow you ended up curled into Alex. His heartbeat thumped softly as you rested your head against his chest. You kissed him, pulling him down shyly before pulling away and wrapping your arms around his torso.

“Thank you” was all you could find yourself saying. It felt horribly inadequate. You wished there was a better phrase that expressed how thankful you were, but they saw it in your eyes. They saw it in the way you looked at them. 

And for the first time in a long time, you found yourself free of the cage that your mother had you trapped in. 

REQUESTED: “How about a fluffy Credence x Reader where he really notices for the first time how much smaller Reader’s hands are than his and finds himself feeling all protective”

Warnings: Mentions of past abuse

Word Count: 1,052


Quiet days with Credence were your absolute favorite. He was always most confident when it was just the two of you, gaining the comfort he needed to act exactly how he wanted without wariness lingering in his every movement. Today was one of those days where you both just basked in one another’s company. It was deep into the winter, and you were huddled up together against the cold in a couch next to the fireplace. He was cradled gently between your open legs with his head on your chest, closing his eyes contentedly at the rise and fall of your chest under his cheek as he turned his face out to the fire.

Credence’s favorite thing about lying close to (or in this case, on) you was that he could trace his hands along every one of your curves, and you were usually doing the same thing. Today was no different. You had a hand in his hair, gently scratching at his scalp and eliciting soft hums from him, and the other was trailing up and down his back and sides. Credence, on the other hand, let his fingers trail lightly over your legs before gripping more firmly at your thigh and dragging it up to your hip. At your side, he let his fingers take over most of the work, letting them tickle under your shirt. He then let himself follow the length of your arm and then spread his fingers to hold your hand in his.

It was here that he stopped, falling still. Some part of him, of course, had already acknowledged this, but Credence couldn’t help but stifle a warm, beautiful glowing kind of feeling spreading in his chest as he acknowledged anew exactly how much smaller you were than him. Your hand was resting daintily in his, almost lost in the way his had folded to hold it. He kept moving his hand into different positions to see how your hand would fit inside. He was overcome with how adorable it was, and how much he liked it, and he really liked the giggle that escaped you when you realized what he was doing.

After considering all this, Credence also felt a surge of defensiveness as he considered how someone could so easily hurt someone so small. After all, he had been hurt, and he wasn’t small. How much easier would it be to injure you? He felt a twinge of anger at the idea of anyone trying to harm you and made a silent vow to protect you always.

You shifted a little underneath him, so he propped his chin up, still holding your hand rather defensively now, to look up at you. Your head was tilted curiously at him. Of course you had noticed a change in his demeanor; you knew him better than anyone else did (and he knew you just as well). You had noted the shift from lazy touches to stiffer, tenser ones. “What’s wrong?” Your voice was raspy from having not used it in a while, and Credence was once again stilled by how precious you were.

He nosed your collar bone before placing a kiss there. “I was just thinking about how small you are, ‘s all.” He noted that his voice was equally as raspy as yours and a little more shy, since he wasn’t confessing the whole truth.

You smiled gently down at him, closing your eyes and drawing him up so you could rest your chin on the top of his head. He trailed light kisses across your shoulder, still gripping your hand fiercely in his. He liked the feeling of your soft breaths moving his hair around, but he was still mostly taken with your tiny hand, so tiny, and—“Credence, no one is going to hurt me, you know.”

Credence didn’t look up at you this time. “But someone could.”

You sighed softly, not in exasperation but in thought, as you considered your answer. “Anyone could hurt anybody, Credence. It’s not right or good, but it’s true.”

Credence’s voice came out even softer than before, barely above a whisper. “But I really don’t want anyone to hurt you.”

You brought your other hand to the back of his head, spreading your fingers into his hair, pulling gently, and shifted your face down so that you could press soft kisses against the top of his head. Credence noticed so clearly now how soft everything about you was. “And no one will, Credence. You’re strong enough to protect me—more than strong enough, really—and I trust you to.”

Credence looked up at you then, and you were always fond of that light they had in them, that intelligence, that curiosity. He was always…noticing, always present, always aware. It was unnerving and inspiring, and you loved that about him. You also found that you loved the protective hardness that had begun to form in his eyes and solidified the longer he looked at you. “You really trust me to protect you? After everything I’ve done?”

You knew he was still upset about how out of control he’d been in New York and that he thought about it often, and you knew it would always be a concern for him. But you never minded reassuring him that it didn’t bother you and that it didn’t change how you felt for him or how you two were together. “Of course I do, Credence. You would protect me, wouldn’t you?”

That edge was back in his eyes. “You know I would.” His voice was raspy, but this time from emotion.

“Then I trust you to.” Your smile was bright, and soft. You were always soft, Credence thought, and he knew that wasn’t such a bad thing. He raised himself up high enough so that he could hover above you briefly before pressing his lips to yours firmly. He felt you smile into the kiss as you brought your hand to his face with reverence, cradling it like he was something holy, and continued holding his hand with the other one, never letting go. With great fondness, he noted the smallness of your hands again and found that their diminutive size was a marvelous thing—he liked how long a trail your finger had to make to trace his jaw.


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“This is the only time I want him to be like me. I want him to be selfish.”

- Droplets ch. 13

This spoke to me on a personal level.

anonymous asked:

MAS + truth spell, with angst

y e S, YES, YESSSSSSS!!!!

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“I actually really like cats.”

Ace stares at him, interrupted in the middle of a stirring tale of how he and Sabo used to pull cat tails and then scamper when they were turned on, and Sabo blinks, a frown coming to his face. He pushes his fingers curiously against his mouth, unable to deny the small surge of concern that trickles through him. “I didn’t- mean to say that.”

“What do you mean?” Ace asks, and Sabo takes a breath and means to say well I don’t like cats, actually-

“I didn’t want to tell the truth just then and I did.”

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27 August 2017

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omg okay wow i’m not even joking, but it took me an hour to scour for selifes- because i never take them, searching for them was such a workout abhdsfjn, mars thanks for providing me such agony. also a rare sighting of me before my bangs?? ( i can’t believe this was taken this jan ლ( ¯ ロ ¯ “ლ))

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so this is a shipping tag? (i’m still confused send help) so let me know who i should be shipped with in bts (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) (tell me your honest opinions!╰(*´︶`*)╯)

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tagging my beautiful mutuals (let me see your faces (ღ˘ ⌣ ˘ღ)!!): @hobifulstudies @gloomstudy @wastedstudies (lmao how many times has kalice been tagged already) @staestudy @chrissiestudies @slaypjm @ttstudys (you guys don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable <3)

This Ivy Evergreen, she’s a DnD character of mine. She’s an expert trapmaster, even if she has bad memory issues and will sometimes fall into her own traps. She speaks with a Russian accent and she also speaks in broken English. Everyone in my group loves her and is greatly annoyed by her at the same time, it’s awesome.


This mischievous girl belongs to @silcatian 

How better to get rid of your foes, than with a little fire

I Love You (Simon)

Requested?: In a way
Warnings?: Smut and Fluff
Pairing: Simon and Reader

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Y/N POV


I have been over at the Sidemen house all day, spending time with my boyfriend. He’s been super cuddly and touchy today.

He even made sure to have all his videos done for the day, so that he could spend the enter day with me. Which is unbelievably sweet of him.

Currently we are laying on his bed, cuddling and watching reruns of ‘How I Met Your Mother.’ Undoubtedly his favorite show.

“How are your hands so tiny?” I hear Simon ask, holding my hand up to his.

“My hands are not tiny, you’re hands are just large.” I say, looking at him

“Well you know what they say about large hands.” He says, wiggling his eyebrows

“No, I don’t know.” I say jokingly “Please tell me again.”

“Well if I must tell you again.” He says, rolling on top of me “A man with large hands, has a large penis.”

“Oh really?” I ask looking up at him “I don’t think that’s true.”

I then gently bite my bottom lip, to keep myself from smiling. I know that what I’m saying is a lie. I just want to see what he will do about it.

“That’s a lie and you know that.” He mumbles, moving his face so it’s just an inch above mine. “I’ll even prove it to you.”

“Prove it to me then.” I whisper, looking him directly in the eyes

He then brings his lips to mine on a passionate kiss. These are the types of kisses that I love the most.

The ones that just prove how much he loves me and I love him.

I then feel his hand on my stomach, pushing my shirt up. Before long both of our shirts are off.

I then flip us back over so that I am on top.

“I want to see if what you said is true.” I say moving down, so I am level with his dick.

I look up at him and then pull down his joggers along with his boxers.

“Well I guess what they say is right.” I say before taking him into my mouth.

This makes him let out a groan mixed with a moan. One of my favorite sounds he ever makes.

I then begin to slowly give him a blow job.

“Y/N…” he stutters out “Quit, I don’t want to cum this way.”

I then lift my head up, only to be placed back down onto the bed.

I’m now laying on my back, with Simon hovering over me.

He reaches over into the bedside table and pulls out a condom, sliding it on.

Simon then pushes himself into me. Before he starts moving, he laces one of his hands with mine. Using the other hand to prop himself up.

“Si, you have to move.” I mumble, with my eyes closed.

“Open you’re eyes though.” He whispers, moving his hips

I do my best to keep my eyes open. Though I am in so much pleasure.

What is happening between us two right now is not fucking, he is making love to me.

Before long I can feel myself reaching my high. Simon not far behind me.

He slowly pulls out of me, disposing of the condom.

Both of us out of breath, he just pulls me into him.

“I love you so much.” He whispers into my hair

“I love you too.” I whisper, burying my head into his chest.

Simon then sits and stands up, before heading towards the bathroom.

“Stay here.” He says, disappearing through the door.

Typical of him. Just get up and leave after something so intimate. But I know that he will be back and will cuddle with me for the rest of the night.

After about twenty minutes, Simon comes back into the room. He picks me up, bridal style, and brings me into the bathroom.

Where he has drawn a bath and dropped in a rose scented and rose petal bath bomb. He also has the main lights turned off and just has candles lighting up the room.

“Figured you would want to take a relaxing bath after that.” He says setting me down

“Only if you will join me.” I say looking at him

“I will, if you want me to.” He says, kissing my forehead.

“I want you to.” I say walking towards the tub.

I let him get in first, before I get it in. Once I’m in, I’m sitting in between his legs with my back pressed to his chest.

Simon takes my hands in his again.

“I still don’t see how your hands are so tiny.” He says, comparing them for the second time tonight.

“Si, we’ve been over this already.” I say softly “My hands are not tiny, yours are just large.”

“Come on, no one hands are that tiny.” He says as he bends the top of his fingers over mine. “See they’re tiny.”

I let out a sigh “Fine, I’ll let you win this time. But don’t think you will always win.”

“Promise I won’t.” He says, kissing the side of my head.

After what feels like hours, I feel Simon start to move. He then gets out and tells me to stay where I am.

He leaves the room for only a few minutes before returning with a fluffy towel.

Pulling me out of the tub, he wraps me in the towel. Gently drying me, before helping into the clothes he brought in for me.

Which consists of a pair of
His sweatpants and his top.

“Now we are ready for bed.” Simon say before picking me up again and bringing me back to the bed.

He lays me down, before cuddling up to me again.

The rest of the night is spent cuddling in his bed. Just talking and joking. All while ‘How I Met Your Mother’ is on in the background.

Around midnight is when I feel my eyelids start to droop a little. But before I fall completely asleep I hear Simon say one last thing.

“I love you so much, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” He whispers, kissing my forehead again.

I’m guessing he thought I was asleep, because soon after I can hear the sound of his soft snores.

“I love you too Si.” I whisper, kissing his cheek.

I then cuddle back into him, falling asleep.

I still don’t know what I did to deserve a boyfriend like him.

anonymous asked:

H-hi! I had a request, and I really hope it is no trouble, but I was wondering if you could do a Loki x reader insert, but instead it's one sided. The reader has Hanahaki Disease (fake). It's where someone has unreturned feelings, and flowers start to build up in their lungs and they start to cough them up, and if they don't go into surgery, they die from choking on flowers. Maybe the reader starts to act funny and the avengers find out one day when the reader has a coughing fit? T-thank you!

Pairing: Loki x Reader (one sided)
Fandom: MCU
Warnings: angst

A/N: of course it is no trouble, my love! I honestly hope I did this one justice. My heart broke a little, thinking about this entire situation, but yeah.. I hope it’s alright <33

                                                         *****

Falling in love with someone who didn’t love you was a curse itself. It was usually accompanied by a lot of crying, doubting yourself, food and alcohol. That’s what every other person did. The normal thing.

But of course, that’s not what would happen to you.

No, you wouldn’t be that lucky. You had to get a freaking DISEASE from it.

Sure, coughing up flowers was better than coughing up blood, or at least that’s what one of your friends had once said, when you had talked about this sickness, way before you had it. 

At least it looked prettier.. In a.. sick way.

But you knew that, sooner or later, it would kill you.

The coughing fits were getting worse and more and more flowers were building up in your lungs.

But surgery was expensive and you didn’t have the money for it.

Sure, you were friends with all of the Avengers and one word would probably be enough for them to pull some strings, so you’d get the surgery for free, but you didn’t want them to know about any of it. Because if they knew, they’d ask who it is, that you fell in love with. Who didn’t love you back..

And you weren’t ready to tell them that this person was none other than Loki. 

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as much as i loved tiny yamato in these episodes the real gem was awkward teen kakashi like

“the fuck is a tenzou”

“the fuck is happening”

“the fuck am i”

“the fuck is she”

he’s just so totally done for the entire episode it’s beautiful

Long Distance with Jin

So I made a post about this yesterday and everyone said I should do the series and I really wanted to do it too so I figured I would, I also wanna say thank you to everyone for giving the last series so much love, it means so so much to me, onto the post, to start us off as he always does is the first member of the hyung line, half of Jinkook, an amazingly sweet cutie pie with the sweetest smile, his smile is so warm and welcoming and it lights up his entire face and I love it so much, Kim Seokjin aka Jin

  • So this series is gonna be about a long distance relationship (ldr for short) with the boys
  • This is gonna involve college!Jin (here) which features youtuber!Jin (here) for everyone that hasn’t read the original posts, he has a food channel where he does cooking videos but also eating shows/mukbangs and taste tests and all the things lovely and he’s a cooking major
  • You two had been dating for a while when you went long distance
  • You meet while you’re in college when you take the same class as him and things just go from there and you live together in a teeny tiny apartment for a good chunk of time before you have to move
  • You were gonna be studying abroad for a couple semesters, your entire trip would last for a year and for any couple, a year apart from each other is a long time but especially so when you’re recently engaged and are in that extra lovey dovey stage of engagement where you want to do nothing but hold him and plan the wedding 
  • But you had been saving up for this for so long and you’d planned it out long before you’d even met Jin so you decide to go, with the encouragement of Jin
  • Of course he wants you to stay with him, who wants to not be able to see their loved one for so long but he knows how much this means to you
  • He still remembers talking about it on your first date and seeing your eyes light up and he wanted this for you just as much as you wanted it bc one of the most important things to Jin is that you’re happy and content
  • He doesn’t want you to look back in twenty years and regret not traveling and seeing the world more or doing what you wanted to do when you had the chance to do it so he’s one hundred percent supportive of it
  • Saying goodbye is s o hard for both of you, he’s trying to cheer you up the entire day but you know that he’s just as upset as you are
  • You can tell by the fact that he keeps stalling, asking if you have everything, did you forget your phone, charger, did you pack some snacks, some gum???
  • When he hugs you, he holds on so tightly and he nuzzles his nose into your neck and he’s honestly ready to go buy his own ticket and fly with you bc he doesn’t wanna say goodbye yet but he’s got a job and his own classes and family
  • He does tear up when he knows he can’t go with you any further but he tries to remind himself that you’ll have so much fun and that you’ve wanted this for so long and that it’s not that long
  • “They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder, right?? That means I’ll love you even more after this” 
  • You give him another hug and a kiss and promise to call him when you land bc you’re gonna miss your flight if you stall any longer but you still don’t wanna leave his arms just yet so you let him walk you a bit further before you two have to say goodbye
  • The entire first night abroad, you’re on the phone with Jin and he’s making you laugh and being so positive but you can still hear that his voice has a bit of sadness in it so you turn the conversation serious bc you don’t want him sad
  • You two talk it out and you promise you can Skype or Facetime or just call each other every day so it’ll be like you’re still there in your tiny lil apartment that had become home
  • “I’ll always come home to you, who’s gonna be your taste tester??”
  • He finally laughs and then you start feeling so much better and so does he
  • It takes the both of you a couple weeks to get used to not being in each other’s space anymore
  • After living with him for two years, you had gotten used to waking up every morning to his warm arms and the soft kisses and making breakfast together and having him there to joke around with
  • You still had a roommate and you knew that Jungkook was staying with Jin for a couple weeks so neither of you were alone but it obviously wasn’t the same
  • You started watching his videos a lot more, you had always watched his newest ones but now you started to watch the older ones as well and that helped a lot, seeing him so happy and in his element and seeing the way he was such a natural and made everything seem so simple and easy
  • There’s daily communication to help make the distance seem shorter, sometimes you two will have your Skype up while you study so you can study together like you did in the apartment or while you cook bc then he can playfully scold you whenever you do something wrong
  • He’s constantly sending selfies/pictures with anything he’s around, whether it’s your favorite restaurant or the boys or whatever he made for dinner that night
  • You send him plenty of pictures back, especially of the scenery bc it’s a new city, new country, new everything so you wanna share your experience with him
  • Always always a l w a y s sends a good morning/night text
  • “Good morning<3″
  • “Jin, it’s 8 p.m. there”
  • “But it’s morning for you and I wanted you to wake up to a cute good morning message”
  • He has to visit you bc he can’t go a year with you in another country so during winter break, he flies over to spend his break with you and he does the same for spring break
  • You two hug for a good ten minutes and he doesn’t stop kissing you the rest of the day when he gets there and you wanna show him everything
  • It’s that one scene where you’re staring at the scenery and talking about how beautiful it is but he’s only looking at you
  • He’s always really affectionate so just imagine what he’s like after not seeing you for a few months, he’s not letting go ever again
  • He’s so so happy to be able to see the places you’d sent him pictures of and he loves seeing the city through your eyes and finding out what all of your favorite places are, your favorite restaurant, cafe, stores, hang out spots 
  • “Maybe one day, we’ll buy a home here”
  • “I like our home now”
  • “I like anywhere you are”

anonymous asked:

May i have a scenario of p3 Dio with a chubby s/o who's feelin down about their body? Ty!!!

hyu i really don’t see Dio as the soft reassuring type, even for his partner, so I hope you can enjoy this even though it’s really nothing kind aaaa

-mod cassie


Standing before him, his expression harder than you’ve seen, you suddenly felt like this was a horrible, horrible idea.

He looked at you with his expression of both skepticism and confusion, eyes narrowed as though you were just another minion he was scolding for failing. As you sat on the plush bed, softer than anything you’ve felt, Dio stood before you and looked as menacing and huge as ever. 

“You’re unhappy?” He asked, voice cold. 

“Not with you,” You were quick to say. “With… Myself, I suppose.” His head tilted and his watched your face, the scowl still prevalent. 

“You’re displeased with yourself?”

“Yes.” You said, lowering your head in shame. Your face burned. “I feel as though I’m unworthy for you, Lord Dio.”

There was a pause and you felt the hair on your arm stand up. It was like you were bracing for impact, body tensing with each second that he didn’t answer. Was he unsure what to say? 

“Who told you this.” Came his voice, hard and demanding. You wished you hadn’t said anything.

You looked up at him, panic rising in your chest. “No one!” 

He came closer and remained standing, looking down at you. His eyes almost glowed in the darkness of the bedroom you two shared. “Then why is it you feel inadequate?”

Like before your gaze hit the floor. “My body.” You muttered quickly, trying to force it out in hopes he would miss it and for some reason just let the issue go.

“Go on.” 

You bit your lip and swallowed. You had no idea how to explain it. “Lord Dio,” You started shakily. “I feel like my body isn’t worthy of your attention.”

“You feel unattractive.” He said, rephrasing your words much more bluntly. You nodded shamefully. 

Another pause.

“If you truly believe you’re unworthy of my affection, then are you not questioning my taste?”

Your stomach dropped. “No, Lord Dio,” He was still staring down at you. “I would never.” You were sure he wasn’t going to hurt you, after all you’d made it this far, but you had no idea what he would do. He was a volatile and unpredictable man. 

“Then have I not done enough? Have I been neglecting you into believing you aren’t what I want.” 

“No, that isn’t what I was saying at all,” This was all wrong. You felt horrible, like a block of concrete had been pressed down at on your stomach and chest. It felt hard to breathe. “I’m sorry.” You murmured pitifully, squeezing your eyes shut. 

You felt a weight settle on the bed beside you, large arms suddenly sliding under your knees and back. Before you could question what he was doing you were effortlessly lifted off the mattress only to be placed right back down upon it, this time however on your back with the pillows resting beneath your head. 

Dio hovered above you, his figure covering yours entirely. You felt so small, which you were right to feel. Even with your added weight, you were still so tiny compared to his massive physique. 

“I wouldn’t have chosen you should I not have found you absolutely irresistible. You stay at my side because you are worthy enough. It’s insulting to think you feel even the tiniest amount of undesirable.” 

A lump formed in your throat at his words. You didn’t have a chance to apologize again, as his arms rested on either side of your head, fingers digging into the pillows. He caught your lips in his and kissed you breathless, pulling away only to give you a confident smirk of a grin.

“Pay close attention. I’m going to make sure you understand just how worthy you are.”

dream a little dream

request prompt: pocket army having a little dream where she’s the big one and yoongi is the pocket sized one?

imagine a pocket-sized you falling asleep in your dollhouse one night only to wake up with the little plastic chimney digging into your back, your socked feet dangling down one side of the dollhouse with your neck arched backward off the other side with the crown of your head awkwardly resting on the carpeted floor.

you groan as you roll your non-pocket-sized body off the uncomfortable plastic house, but you hear a garbled scream from down below once your body tips toward the ground.

the next thing you know, a pocket-sized min yoongi is prodding you in the face with a white cotton swab. he’s got his pale body shoved into an iron man sock and is whining something about the lack of pocket-sized black clothing in your wardrobe. your mouth is still dropped open in shock, so the tiny yoongi continues to scowl and prod at your cheek, his whines getting louder as he hops in sock, scooting even closer to your face to ensure you’re hearing his displeasure.

from behind yoongi, you can just make out a pocket-sized jungkook and seokjin fighting over a pink cardigan. jimin is lying on the floor with a giant iPhone propped across his body as he attempts to take a photo of a pocket-sized namjoon in a mini dress, all the while taehyung and hoseok are dressed in ridiculously bright and sparkly outfits, strutting around like high fashion models with taehyung rapping, “GUCCI BAE,” to the tune of cypher pt4.

your brain short-circuits and the still-naked yoongi wrapped in his sad little sock is suddenly crowding your vision and calling your name.

you wake up to that same face prodding your forehead with his pinky finger. he’s normal-sized again, dressed in his trademark all-black outfit. he looks down at you in concern and asks what you were dreaming about.

still partially out of it, you whisper, “gucci bae.”

anonymous asked:

Hi! Welcome to the UnderTale community, hope you enjoy yourself here. Please leave your sanity at the door.<3 I'm feeling fluffy, so how bout UT skele bros (and UT Grillby by only if you are okay with it) reacting to seeing their s/o as a toddler? Due to timelines, magic, etc. Thank you!

Thank you very much!  I think that them meeting their S/O as a toddler might be…. a bit weird?  I mean, when they turn back how do you smooch somebody you were feeding apple sauce to and playing patty cake with a minute ago?  I don’t think it’s downright creepy perhaps, but it’s tricky enough that I’m hesitant.  But I will answer what they would think seeing their S/O as a toddler in photo albums and videos!  Is that close enough for you?

Sans:  “heh, cute.  when’d you take this?  how old were you?  what about this one?  who’s the lady that’s holdin’ you?”  He’s fascinated by this window into your life, before you met him.   

Papyrus:  “OH!  MY!  GOD!  YOU WERE SO CUTE!  I MEAN, YOU STILL ARE CUTE, BUT!!  YOUR HANDS!!  SO TINY!!  YOUR CHEEKS, SO PUFFY!!  YOUR HEAD AND EYES, PROPORTIONALLY LARGE!!  BUT STILL TINY!!”  He wants a baby human now.  Humans are so squishy, it’s adorable, but baby humans are even squishier somehow!!

Grillby:  “… cute.”  He gives your head a little pat, suddenly feeling very old.  He fought in the war of humans and monsters, hundreds of years ago.  This sort of thing, wide age gaps between consenting adults, is not… frowned upon.  With monsters it’s fairly common.  But it will always feel a bit odd.  He doesn’t mention that to you, instead talking about his daughter Fuku and bringing out some baby pictures of her.  He’d bring out baby pictures of his but… not exactly an option here.  He tells you what he knows about himself as a baby, and some stories from his childhood to make up for it.