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soleilnomoon · 2 years

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i'm back. well, technically, I never left. I hereby submit a formal request for an art college type AU with Usopp needing to draw someone (reader or a strawhat of your choice) for an assignment. idc if it's sfw or nsfw cause ya know i trust your judgement. thankies!

babey, babey, babey art college au?? usopp??? i loved writing every word; this took me a month & a half, but yk how it is, i always want perfection for u — and this is far from it, but hear me out...૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა ok...i got nothin', chief. ily, siempre tho (u already know) 💓💓💓

1.5k words, gn reader (no pronouns), sfw (shock, gasp, awe), slightly suggestive, fluff???, tiny bit of angst (maybe a little more idk), 18+, mdni; art college au!, usopp is a shy coward and reader is full of sass & can't read the room; nothing major, death mention and that's about it. a very tame kaia production, i think

to be an artist is to willingly carry the burdens of the world, to mold their creations with clumsy, earnest fingers, to sculpt an absurd idea of the truth with precision, to paint the fleeting feelings of the masses without restraint, and to scrape any unnecessary remains onto a stained, concrete floor.

it's messy; an ordeal that requires dedication, innate talent, and an overwhelming desire to survive.

once upon a time, when everything in his life was still bright and full of promise, his mother often boasted to her friends — and almost anyone who would listen, really — about his artistic prowess. on days where she had energy, she’d say, take a look, he’s done it again; and when she was weary, but still proud, oh, goodness, you’re truly a wonder; but, the most poignant moment, the one phrase — question, rather — that stuck with him years later, even after her death, was: do you know the color of a person’s soul, usopp? the true color? i wish i could see you paint it. i know it will be spectacular.

it's not grief that drives him to pour his heart into his work, and it’s not out of any residual feelings of sadness, but because of his mother’s last words — he still remembers how he strained to hear her speak, how he begged her to repeat herself, how he cried himself to sleep for days and days. he’s a night owl out of spite — to chase his inner demons away, to not let her haunt his heart more than she already does — and he’s committed himself to mastering a style that’s uniquely his, so that he can tell his story the proper way.

after weeks of looking for a model for his latest assignment, he finds you by chance — with charcoal-stained fingertips that you constantly wipe on your jeans, a smudge on your cheek from when you rubbed it minutes ago, hair haphazardly thrown into a messy bun, curls poking out everywhere, the pinnacle of concentration and rebellion.

you, who frequently defies your professors’ suggestions, who reminds them time and time again that no you can’t simply change your piece because it doesn’t follow their guidelines, and no you can’t commit to turning in assignments on time because “art is freedom, why are you so persistent?”

and you refuse to be confined into their neatly labeled boxes.

he wishes he could have a tiny piece of your boldness, of your dedication to remaining true to yourself, of your outlandish outlook on life where you defy expectations without a care.

or he thinks so, anyway.

after the other students have filtered out of the classroom, you remain behind, tongue pressed against the inside of your cheek, lips pursed as you consider a new angle for your piece. he watches the quick, messy dark marks that adorn your canvas — you’ve been working on it for hours without rest. your dedication to your craft (to your truth) is admirable, if not a little intense, so much that it’s hard for him to approach you.

cowardice seeps through his bloodstream, pumping directly into his heart, making it more difficult for him to speak — let alone to ask you for help.

but you glance at him out of the corner of your eyes, lashes partially obscuring your eyes when you blink slowly.

he’s always believed that art is always imperfectly perfect, but you? he doubts he really knows the true meaning of art now.

“h-hey,” he says after a while, throat dry, palms moist and unsure. you pivot and stare, a curious smile prancing onto your lips, the edges curling impishly before you respond cheekily.

“after staring at me for so long, that’s all you have to say?”

you click your tongue in jest, and his face burns painfully — embarrassment eating him alive, making him fidget with the strap of his bag, where he nearly falls over the stool behind him. you attempt to quiet your laughter, but you can’t help yourself. he’s always like that — fidgety, lost, boisterous at times, but also a little serious. you wonder if he spends his life seeped in his passiveness, and he wonders if you’ve always been this vibrant and honest — reminding him of a few of his closest friends who never shy away from the truth no matter what it may be.

“chill, i’m just kidding,” you say when you realize he might’ve taken you seriously. “it’s no big deal, really.” you’ve learned that there’s no harm in people looking at you, no matter what their reasoning is. “did you need something?” because he rarely speaks to you, and he certainly doesn’t talk to you like that.

usopp shifts on his feet, tongue suddenly too big for his mouth, his words clumsily knocking against the back of his teeth; but after inhaling deeply, a bit of his anxiety rolls off of his skin, drips down to the floor — out of sight, out of mind.

“i, um,” he rubs the back of his neck, warm, russet brown skin still struggling with the overwhelming heat that’s permanently settled on his face. “well, see… i haven’t found anyone to p-pose for my assignment, so—”

“sure.” your voice is clear, decisive; you barely leave wiggle room for any argument, and that — the sheer oppressive power behind your assertiveness is what terrifies him. your intensity might literally kill him if he’s not careful.

“oh, okay, yeah.” feeling a little more confident, he puts his bag down and grabs his large sketch pad. he sits on the stool and motions for you continue as you were.

with raised brows, you shoot him an unreadable look, but don’t offer any clarification. you face your canvas again and attack it with vigor, dropping the charcoal and opting to use oil pastels instead. you don’t think as you move your arm, instead allowing the flow to come naturally as you begin dotting colors all around; you’ve been in an impressionist sort of mood, wanting to encapsulate the unhurried movements of field of flowers surrounded in flames. you’re not quite sure what possesses you, but it came to you in a dream and you couldn’t stop until you brought it to life.

during your freshman year, someone callously remarked that you were demented, a lost cause — someone to watch out for. but usopp begs to differ; as he sits and observes, twirling his conté stick around his fingers before settling down in front of the easel and sketching lightly. he notices that you tend to move around a lot, bouncing on your feet, as if the floor is too hot for you to tolerate at times; you also talk to yourself, which he doesn’t find unusual because he also talks to himself.

maybe you both have more in common than he originally thought. for some reason, the corners of his lips twitch, he finds himself smiling, albeit bashfully, at the idea.

you peek over at him as you work, admiring his steadfast dedication, the precise movements of his wrist, the delicate way he holds the conté stick. you’ve never cared about the work of others, but you’d be lying to yourself if you say you’re not even remotely curious about how he sees you.

usopp works in silence for about thirty minutes before you decide to stop for the night.

he’s done several gesture drawings of you, one more animated than the last, wanting to capture the fluidity and beauty of your movements without interruption. you might just be the perfect subject to study, if he’s honest. and while he definitely has more than enough to work with, he doesn’t really want to stop sketching you.

he knows he can’t say that, so he keeps it to himself, allowing the words to die down on the back of his tongue as he pushes the easel back to its proper place.

after leaving your signature messy scrawl on the bottom corner of your picture, you walk over to glance at his work, but he’s already grabbed the sketch pad and shoved it into his portfolio case. he clears his throat several times, almost comically, but you refrain from laughing — this time.

“thank you for your assistance,” usopp says with a grin; he wears his false bravado with ease, but he’s tragically unconvincing. you smile encouragingly at him and wink.

“anytime, cutie.”

while you contemplate whether or not you’ll showcase this particular piece of yours, he stammers over his words, mumbles something in haste and, quite literally, scurries away. you’re not sure if you’ve permanently scared him off, but you have a feeling he’ll come back and ask for that favor again. as he makes his way out of the building, nearly tripping down the stares with all of his hurried movements, he tries to remind himself that he has to be more careful. he’s sure you almost saw through his act; all of that courage deflates and he slows his steps, glancing over at the building again, wondering if maybe — just maybe — he’ll find a chance to show you his finished work.

it’s not the answer to the question that he’s been struggling with for the entirety of his adolescence and adult life, but it’s certainly a good start.

#sora ty for being so patient w my slow writing ily forevs #fic request #one piece imagine #one piece fluff #one piece angst #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #usopp x reader #usopp x y/n #usopp fluff #usopp angst #one day usopp will be a brave man; today is not that day #me? writing fluff? in this economy? it's more likely than u think.

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wormbloggign · 3 months

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omg he was

clockblocker where is your gaydar? this bi lesbian doesnt have time for your bullshit

actually i guess she does?

i doubt she has anywhere she wants to go in a rush rn

oh wow, this guy really just wants to be as big of a p.o.s as possible, i guess it harmless but it would be nice to see him get undermined by his subordinates in the future

she's a little out of sync with polite society huh

(while police brutality is very much a real thing and prisoners get abused to alarming amounts especially by their guards and wardens, from what i've gleamed of wildbows personal philosophy, i doubt any of that is going to happen here)

that's a solid quip tho, taylors getting better at the more traditional elements of a superpowered persona

(while in the prison, she is functionally able to do cutaway gags)

theyve been stepping around the idea that taylors pregnant a weird amount in this chapter, i hope its just a weird beat and not anything more.

no she can't :)

thats just vindictive man, dont be a dick

an interesting thing to bring up, now that we know more. we can assume that her trigger event at least resonated with the idea that her passenger/guide/consort represents and 2 other events (that i remember) which both involve taylor (notably as herself, not skitter) taking action against people who have been unreasonably vindictive and cruel to her, one could probably argue that her boosting concept is flat Justice, but i doubt that because of the bug motif, specifically the fact it first flared up in a way that wouldnt punish emma but instead, comfort taylor when she needed to ground herself, we also run with her theme of necessity (almost definitely not her boosting concept either) where she goes out of her way to make sure the things that NEED doing are done, far more concerned with what good she can do with power and wealth than wanting it for selfish reasons. at times i feel like she's a well placed bit of oil, lubricating the machine of society (bad metaphor but you get the picture).

with all that i think vindication might be the closest i could get to guessing but that'd still be wrong

i can say though, it doesnt amplify when she feels trapped, it amplifies when she works to escape.

(note, i may have just said nothing with all that, disregard)

i love taylors bug references, 10/10 every time

good for her, its nice to hear she's healing

oooohhhh 98% timeline it is, that's reassuring to hear

aw, you're gonna make her blush

DINAHS ON TOP BABEYY

(it seems she's lucid and has agency, i am proud of her recovery and also her sass)

COMMON (clap emoji) DINAH (clap emoji) W

i think i might hate this guy more than armsmaster, at least he had the excuse that he was trying to do the right thing (sometimes), tagg seemingly just hates capes in all forms and enjoys making people suffer when he can make them, genuinely sickening, shouldn't be allowed near children

taylor was riling up to defend the girl who sentenced her to probably the birdcage, sad that it showed her hand.

that's what i said!

(also, boss move announcing her prescence throughout the building, theyve been fully compromised.)

not mind control, just good, old fashioned lesbianism

funniest counter-argument

L bozo, wrong again

taylors up to her favourite pastime again, SPOT CHECKING GOVERNING BODIES!!

#liveblogging worm #cell 22.1 #taylor works her damned hardest to shift the mood of worm to a comedy and i respect her so much for it

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stardew-vallie · 4 years

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#he's very proud of her sass tho #source: ???#incorrect quotes #incorrect stardew valley #stardew valley #sdv #shane stardew valley #shane sdv #jas stardew valley #jas sdv

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forthehpfanboys · 3 years

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could you do some blaise zabini x male! reader and reader is a sibling of one of he golden trio?

Fuck yes, the tensssiiooonnnn!!! I seperate it into each one because I couldn't decide-

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-Being A Weasley-

So, evenyone is shocked that your even near a Slytherin, especially your brothers and sister.

They know you can protect yourself. They know your strong and independent.

But they're all ready to rock Zabini on his ass if he even thinks of hurting you.

Fred and George will ask if your under some sort of spell or love potion.

Ginny is interrogating Blaise and Ron is probably shunning you.

Once Ginny finds out how much Blaise really likes you and that this isn't some booty call that'll break you emotionally, she relays the info to your brothers, who back off.

They learn to actually like the idiot, which is shocking to many members of Gryffindor AND Slytherin.

Anyway, so if you ever sneak him into the Gryffindor Common Room, expect teasing.

Like Ginny is singing a love song, Fred and George are making kissing noises and Ron is just gagging.

And constant teasing-

"Oh, Blaise~ I'll love you until the sun goes down~" "Fred, I will castrate you." "We can skip into the sunset together while holding hands~" ".. For fucks sake, George."

But in the end, Blaise kinda asked for this. He should've know, honestly.

Blaise learns to love the big family dynamic though.

Like if he gets harassed by McLaggen for his quidditch skills, the twins are there for back him off.

He is now an honorary Weasley and it comes with perks.

He bonds with Ginny through quidditch, helps Ron with his potions and actually buys stuff from the Twins shop, but then he's like "I wanna meet the rest of your family"

So of course your nervous, but he gets along with the 5 of you just fine, so what's 5 MORE people?

Like when he comes over to meet Molly and Arthur and he's treated with love and respect, even if he's a Slytherin, and even if everyone's worried he's gonna be a little snobby about the Burrow's shape and condition.

But when he says he loves it and he's touching the brick walls and going up the stairs very carefully to enjoy the creaking, everyone kinda just goes soft, especially you.

He has to hide his tears when Molly hugs him goodbye. And after that he's constantly asking to come back.

Basically, you soften him up, everyone loves him and he stays at the Burrow so often he calls it home.

But he meets Charlie, Bill and Percy and they manage to hit it off and their just proud their younger brother found someone who makes him happy and they love Blaise.

-Being A Potter-

Harry is thanking Merlin it isn't Malfoy.

He couldn't even describe how pissed he would've been if it was Malfoy.

Even the idea of seeing the smug ferret every day made him gag.

However, he still wasn't very happy that you were dating a Slytherin. He probably ignored you for like a day or two until finally confronting Blaise.

Yes, he used Ron and Hermione as backup to try to seem strong and powerful.

He wanted to make sure Blaise actually felt something for you and he wasn't just using you to pass time by.

Once Harry realizes Blaise isn't as bad as the Slytherins he hangs out with and kinda realise they have some things in common.

Like how they both had experienced loss of at least one parent.

I don't wanna say they bond over it-

But it kinda gets them on track to like actually talking.

You know what I mean.

Oh, and of course they talk about Quidditch and that's his bonding point with Ron. So now you just have three quidditch fans basically yelling over eachother for who supports the better team.

Hermione's is potions but this isn't about them.

But it's really weird when you walk into the dining hall on that second day and see your brother and boyfriend joking with each other at the Gryffindor Table.

So you scurry over and check Harry's tempurature like "Holy fuck, my brothers sick" and he bats your hand away like "No, I'm fine dumby."

And you see Ron and Hermione actually talking to him and you it feels like your stuck in an ulternate reality or something.

So you just sit down between Harry and Blaise and he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer and everyone can't help but chuckle at your shocked/confused expression.

You were glad Blaise got along with your friends, and even happier he got along with Harry

But I know your brother sets up fucking rules about what you can and can not do.

"No sneaking out, no sneaking unto Slytherin's common room, no sex, no kissing in public, no laying in the same bed as him, no-" "Jeez, Potter, wanna leave something for us to do?" "... No calling me 'Potter'-"

We all know he isn't meeting the Dursleys, but he will come over to scare them, just for the hell of it.

Like if he goes with the Weasley's to go get Harry and Blaise doesn't hesitate to sass Vernon and drag Dudley through the mud.

Vernon blinking when he sees Blaise wrap an arm around your waist and he goes to say something but then he counds wizards vs muggle and shuts his trap for once.

Harry is so happy

He's now just like "YESYESYES MARRY BLAISE DO IT-"

But if Harry isn't the best man, he will hex Blaise.

-Being A Granger-

Hermione is, of course, protective of you. You're her brother, she loves you and wants you to be safe, happy and healthy and she knows who Blaise hangs out with.

Like Harry, she's just greatful it isn't Malfoy.

Or Crabbe.

Or Goyle.

She is constantly, CONSTANTLY asking if your ok and just overall checking if your actually happy.

She reminds you it's ok to put him in his place, if he needs to be.

In the end, she's just worried it's some ploy to drag you down.

Probably corners him with Harry and Ron and threatens the shit out of him if even thinks about laying a hand on you.

Like everyone around her is nervous and she's starting to raise her voice and go into full detail about how she'd like hex him into next Tuesday.

And he's just like "yes ma'am"

Blaise is a respectable man.

He's just sitting straight up and trying not to sweat as she yells and threatens him and Ron's just like "babe, ya good?"

"And I swear to Godric AND Merlin, if he ever comes to me saying you hurt his feelings, I will not hesitate to use the unforgivable curses, do you hear me?" "Yes, ma'am." "I'm serious, Blaise. I will not let you live this down. I will go into the Ministry just to make you cry!" "Yes, ma'am."

I love protective Hermione

But imagine Hermione using a word wrong and Blaise corrects her and they just argue over it for twenty minutes while you and Ron look at each other like "the fu CK"

So, I've said it before, but yes. Blaise and Hermione bond over potions.

Blaise talks about how he hates that Snape basically hands out good grades to Slytherins instead of making them work for it and that's kinda when Hermione realizes he's different.

They start bonding and become awkward friends. Of course, they argue occasionally. They do have some different views since Blaise is a Pure-blood and Hermione is a muggle born.

It's mostly about S.P.E.W.

She basically chaperones for all of your dates.

You guys could be going to Hogsmead and she'd make it a double date with her and Ron and it'll be dorky and weird, but at some point you two duck and run and avoid her and spend the day sneaking around and you guys have so much fun.

She let's up, of course, after Ron convinces her too.

You and Blaise keep sneaking around tho because it's so funny to see her turn red and start shouting about staying a specific distance apart and only holding hands and it's so funny.

But then Ron calls her a hypocrite and she starts going off on him and he just mouths 'run, quickly, go' and ya'll are sneakin' again.

Gosh, but Hermione honestly loves you two being together and just wants to keep you safe and everything.

And he's really, really awkward when he meets your parents, which is kinda funny because he's usually so calm and collected.

Long story short

Good luck with this one.

#blaise zabini #blaise zabini x male reader #blaise zabini headcanon #blaise zabini imagine #weasley!reader #potter!reader #granger!reader #hp x male reader #x male reader #male reader #hp imagine #hp headcanon #not a story

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heyimboredtalktome · 3 years

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I need only Will Solace HCs

If you can like write a bajilion here cause we do not appreciate Will enough and I love him so much

As I've said before, love Will Solace or be obliterated:

A bajilion huh;)

Fighting in two wars as a medic has certainly given him some PTSD, he had to see some pretty gruesome things, so sometimes he struggles with that.

Will is the type of person who will do anything to make you feel comfortable. Even if he's hurting or struggling he'll hide all of it because he never wants to burden anybody else with his problems. He's such a good listener, if you're ever worrying about anything just talk to him and boom he'll make you feel so much better.

Literally everybody in camp asks Will for his advice, even for the most trivial things, it's just feels really good to talk to him, and everybody at camp adores him.

Chiron particularly is very fond of this sunflower boi and like never tells him no, EVER, but mostly because Will never does anything that'll create problems.

He's got a jawline that could cut you in half, he's also got an amazing dimpled smile that could blind you if you're not careful.

Abs. That's it.

Also I remember that there's this scene in The Last Hero in which Piper faints so Annabeth was calling the medic who was playing basketball with the Apollo cabin so I'm assuming that was Will so Will's also a pro at basketball.

Find him with some small flowers in his hair almost always.

The sass.

He's a Texan so like he's so good at riding horses and he also gets along great with the pegasi.

He's a blanket hog, if you're sleeping with him bring an extra blanket or two.

He's the king of pickup lines, so smooooooooth.

He can pick up heavy things, no problem,(for example, idkkkkk his fucking boyfriend) he's like this weighs nothing y'all are just weak.

He's rather touchy with Nico, like gentle and sweet kisses and all that (I've got a post about him randomly kissing Nico's hand which can be found I don't know where) and Nico's like "you're smothering me" and Will's like "good"

You mess with his siblings you're enemy number one be prepare to be destroyed, if you get sick he'll probably let you die or something.

He's got a very strong moral core but he's also very rational and doesn't let his morals hinder his quick-thinking and doesn't waste any of his time in time sensitive issues that's something that comes with him being a medic where every second counts.

He tries to sing, only to make people laugh.

He's a good dancer tho.

Nico basically treats him like his own portable chair, and Will doesn't mind it at all.

He wakes up so fucking early, everybody's like it's still night and he's like "look there is a strip of light along the horizon so it's morning, I'm not early, y'all are just lazy"

He's really good at games like Dobble and Uno.

He loves spicy food.

Whenever he's free and bored he naps beneath a tree or something, he loves being outside.

He loves wearing crop tops and since most of Nico's clothes fit him like crop tops so he does wear Nico's clothes on occasion.

He loves making flower crowns and other flowery stuff and he decorates the Apollo Cabin with them.

Apollo's like really proud of Will, be literally starts sobbing whenever he sees Will (that is kinda canon but like)

He's got a good relationship with his mom, like since he's been at camp for so long and he lives everybody there so much, he doesn't really think of her a lot, but he is a really good son and Naomi loves him a lot.

Cliche but he loves sunflowers he finds them really pretty, and also dark colored roses and snapdragons.

The little kids in camp love him so much and sometimes he and Nico sit with them and tell them stories like myths and their own adventures.

He's so bad at maths like he just sucks.

You cannot differentiate between his handwriting and a dying man's vital stats they're the same thing.

He loves the Italian food that Nico cooks for him.

He will DESTROY the kitchen, do not let him enter if you want your house safe and sound and unburned.

Flannel gay in winters.

He gets really pale during winter, as if someone has leeched all the color from his skin. He's fine but he just doesn't glow like he normally does.

He'll curse you with whatever sickness he wants, do not underestimate this glowy pretty boi.

He's a pretty boi ;)

Will's just an angel who deserves nothing but love and I love him so much.

HEY Y'ALL ITS LOVING AND APPRECIATING WILL SOLACE HOURS AGAIN.

Anyway that's it and I hoped you liked it!✨✨

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anika-ann · 3 years

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3+1 (Un)Wanted Mistletoe Encounters

Type: One-shot, Reader Insert Word count: 4200

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Kissing under the mistletoe is one of the most famous Christmas traditions; so obviously, it is not Christmas without it at the Tower.

Unfortunately for the occupants, you are not fond of the tradition – at all.

...or are you?

Warnings: cliché trope, pushy Pietro, discussion of dub-con I guess, language, fluff

A/N: Idea born from this video where John Mulaney says: “If any decoration needs to be MeToo’ed…” and goes on.

Beatiful divider by firefly-graphics

You were no Grinch.

In fact, you actually liked Christmas and the Holiday season, you enjoyed both giving and receiving and you appreciated when people found time to spend it together, whether in their own family circle or with their chosen one.

But. There was one significant ‘but’.

And with this being your first Christmas with the Avengers, Sam Wilson was about to learn about the said but first-hand, because that sweet kind-hearted dumbass with a sass streak walked right into it.

Quite literally.

December 23th, you woke up well-rested, got breakfast, wrapped several presents and were on your way to hunt down a lunch in the communal kitchen, when a voice stopped you in the doorway, where you nearly ran into Sam. Nearly.

“Ah-oh,” he hummed, a shit-eating grin spreading on his handsome face and you stopped dead in your tracks, frowning at the ominous sound.

“What?”

And then came the fateful words: “You’re standing under a mistletoe.”

You see, here was a thing; the tradition of hanging a mistletoe and meeting people under it by chance as an excuse to get a kiss from someone was… stupid. Downright idiotic. Pushing people into something they didn’t have a chance to back out from. Forced affection.

Yeah, that was not happening even if Sam was a real swell guy and you did find a newly hung mistletoe above your heads indeed as you briefly looked up to check if his words were true.

“Okay. And?”

His eyebrows rose in surprise, his tone turning slightly wavering.

“…And so am I?”

“And?” you continued, crossing your arms on your chest defensively, already preparing a rant that would hopefully spread like wildfire and ended this dumb tradition altogether. Or well, at least spread around the Tower so no one would ever try to corner you again.

“Really?” Sam deadpanned and you stared right back at him, your face probably displaying precisely how you felt; unimpressed.

“Yes, really,” you emphasized and pointed up at the offensive plant for a good measure. “This is a stupid concept, objectifying people, women especially. It’s about people being forced into showing affection they might not even feel. It’s bordering on a damn dub-con if not non-con.”

Sam blinked a few times, instinctively retreating as he felt you heating up. He raised his hands in a no-harm gesture to show he got your point.

But you were already on roll and you glimpsed Tony in the kitchen, so you thought that there was no harm in him hearing your speech too, just to make sure that the smug loveable bastard of a billionaire got the message as well.

“It’s like all those poor kids being asked why don’t you give your granny a hug before we go and a kiss to your granddad— well, it’s because I don’t want to and it’s my choice to give affection to someone! And now this thing, this is the tip of the iceberg, really, the last fucking drop- it needs to be Me Too’ed, I swear.”

You found yourself panting as you finished, your hands on your hips now – not that you realized you had put them there – and your belly hot and angry for some inexplicable reason; maybe it was the fact that it was Sam, amazing, friendly and understanding Sam Wilson, who had to go and point this stupid poisonous plant out for you; and have the audacity to ask for a kiss.

Dammit!

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he apologized sincerely, voice kind and without any hint of hurt or mockery. “It won’t happen again. I see that you might have a point in this.”

All the fight instantly left your body, replaced by warmth of friendship, mingling with a shiver of shame for your quick judgement and outburst. You sighed, easing your posture and offering and apologetic smile in return.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make a big deal of that-“

“No, it’s fine. Like I said, you’re kinda right.”

“Damn right I am,” you hummed, feeling the corners of your lips rise automatically as Sam chuckled and shook his head at your antics.

But hey – you were right. You were not sorry for that.

Still snickering to himself, Sam sidestepped you in the door and patted your shoulder.

As you continued your path as well, you would swear you heard Tony mutter under his breath that you were a Grinch.

Jerk.

“Hey! Don’t I get a kiss?” Clint called out a complaint as you met both stepped into that damn doorway at the same time.

As he pointed up, all you could do was to sigh, close your eyes and count to ten.

It had only been like four hours maybe; perhaps the word hadn’t gotten to him yet that you were not a fan of making out with random people – even if they were family – just because it was Christmas; or as Tony had put it, that you were a Grinch.

Personally, you thought that his insult had been inaccurate; you had given it a thought. Maybe you were more of a Scrooge. Perhaps you should tell him next time you saw him, just to see his face; Tony did pride in his ability to come up with witty nicknames.

You almost spitted out Bah, humbug now, just because.

“No, you don’t,” you said flatly instead, causing Clint’s jaw to quite literally drop as he looked at you with indignation and horror in his eyes.

“But--- but- mistletoe!” he stuttered and you sighed, deciding to explain it to him too – patiently.

“Why should some stupid plant tell me when someone is worth my affection? Someone who allegedly deserved it by simply standing under the same plant as me, no less? Get. Out. Not happening.”

You winced a bit as you registered the snappy tone you used.

Well. Half of the task of explaining it to him patiently went right, you’d call that a success, you supposed.

The poor archer just blinked, staring at you dumbfounded and mildly hurt; as if you had just told him that Santa Claus was nothing but a trick. Phew, as if you were that heartless…

Just-- logic. In fact, you had given this tradition a generous amount of thought since your last encounter under it and you figured out where it came from, historical inaccuracy be damned.

“I mean, where did the idea even come from? I bet it was just because some dude saw another guy mouth-to-mouth a girl, who happened to eat some of this poisonous parasite, may I add, and she was dying, so he gave her rescue breaths before continuing CPR. And the dude thought, that’s a great idea! Let’s make this a habit, just without the poisoning! Yeah, no. You’re not getting a kiss, Clinton,” you finished, satisfied with yourself as you managed to sound calmer this time.

Also, you were kinda proud of yourself for coming up with this story; it seemed very likely.

“That’s, uhm… an interesting take on history,” Clint hummed, watching you with uncertainty and hesitance and your heart stumbled in your chest as you guessed he was about to say something… cheeky, and outraging, in his cute brotherly way. “I need a hug at least tho.”

There we go.

“Nice try.”

You smirked and sidestepped him to be on your way and almost bumped into Steve, quickly shooting him a smile and disappearing out of sight before a silly idea about him and the stupid plant could form in your head – that would be bad and highly inappropriate, as was your crush on him, not to even mention your feelings—bah -!

“What did you do to her?” you heard the sweet supersoldier ask, a hint of accusation in his voice. Your smile widened, heat rising to your cheeks. Always so chivalrous; your heart could fucking melt.

“I asked for a hug after she refused to give me a kiss under a mistletoe,” Clint ratted you out, still hurt and honestly confused.

You stopped in your tracks as you rounded a corner, chewing on your lip guiltily.

Poor Clint; perhaps you had gone too hard on him… he couldn’t have known. You had to be kinder about it next time – after all, you might have been with them for almost a year now and they made you feel like you fit despite being so-so late to the Avengers party, but all of you still had things to learn about each other.

“Ah, you haven’t heard from Sam. Sorry,” Steve’s voice reached your ear, a notch kinder than before, compassionate even.

Compassion; another quality of Steve’s that you loved-

Bah, HUMBUG, that is not that, the L word is a bit much, that is not what’s happening-

“Wait, you knew- oh… Yeah, a heads-up would be nice,” Clint grumbled and made a pregnant pause, the sign of another prefect line coming. You held your breath in anticipation. “So are you gonna give me a hug or should I just get coffee, aka the hug in a cup-“

You held back laugher and swallowed the fondness for the good-natured archer before you could rush back and give him the damn hug.

“Coffee’s always a safe choice,” Steve replied and you thought you heard a chuckle and a grunt, unable to supress a giggle as you jogged away before they could notice you were still within hearing range.

Clint’s following monologue faded away as you walked.

“Nobody likes me. Nobody. I’m gonna die alone, surrounded by people who are too emotionally constipated to give a man a damn hug…”

Yeah, maybe you should give him a hug next time you saw him… no mistletoe though.

You truly believed that that would be the end of it; after all, a day had passed since the first incident, the incident that was left without a kiss, and you doubted anyone was out of the loop at this point.

That was stupid of you. Naïve even. You jinxed it.

You were just after light breakfast, ready to get a little work out in – complete with tacky remixes of Christmas songs prepared to cheer you up – when the supposedly fastest man in the Tower, and possibly the whole world, pretty much bumped into you.

And he had to bump into you just as you were walking through that fucking doorway with that fucking plant which you were supposed to put down right after the encounter with Sam, dammit.

But no, you didn’t want to ruin everyone else’s fun; in fact, Clint had taken it his personal mission to meet as many people as he could under the mistletoe to get a kiss… or a hug. Wanda hapilly shared affection with others, either kissing their cheek of hugging them. People were having fun.

So, obviously, you let it be, confident everyone knew better than to corner you.

No good deed ever went unpunished, especially in the Holiday season.

Pietro grinned as he spotted you, downright delighted, and spread his arms almost as if creating a cage around you, leaving very little room to escape.

You did not like that.

“A kiss for a guy who caught you under a mistletoe?” he hummed warmly with a sprinkle of cheek and despite his cheery demeanour, you couldn’t help yourself and rolled your eyes.

“In your dreams, Maximoff,” you huffed, trying to duck under his arm, only for him to move it so quickly it was only a blur to you.

Quick to move, slow to take a hint. Yep, that kind of behaviour had Pietro written all over it… Okay, now you were being mean, but he was being an ass, grinning wider and adding a wink to the mix, so it was only fair.

“How did you know? I thought it was just my sister who was telepathic?”

“Pietro, leave her alone,” Wanda spoke as if on cue, eyeing her brother with a frown from her spot behind the counter where she was trying to figure out a recipe for a special Christmas pastry from her old country.

A hint of a pout appeared on Pietro’s lips as he reciprocated Wanda’s gaze; unfortunately for you, he was still aware enough of you attempting to escape his cage, so far without using force; though you were inclined to violence should it be necessary.

“What?! It’s tradition! I thought Americans loved that!”

“Well, not all of us, so-“ you explained with a sigh, catching a glimpse of Steve as he now looked up from his spot on the couch where he had been nestled with a sketchbook for the past twenty minutes.

“I could kiss you before you even notice,” Pietro argued smugly, his expression earning a wolf-like edge as you glared back at him.

Well, it seemed your workout was just about to start, you thought, as you balled your hand into a fist, subtly testing the readiness of the muscles of your leg, prepared to kick the damn man-child to his shin or worse.

“She said no.”

Both your and Pietro’s heads snapped to Steve, who was watching the other man with intense displeasure, all complete with the mildly adorable wrinkle on his forehead – a sign of disappointment and irritation – and a voice that carried the gravity of a Captain’s order.

Which in this situation stirred something in your belly, warmth swelling in your chest as he rushed to your rescue; one not needed, but still appreciated. You didn’t react to Steve’s words aside from giving him a quick grateful smile and shooting Pietro a childish told-you-so look.

“She doesn’t have to do things just because it’s considered a tradition. Leave her be, Pietro,” Steve added, less snappy and simply requesting from the speedster to have a tiny bit of respect for your wishes.

Pietro was most definitely pouting now, but he dropped his arms and released you, still blocking the doorway.

“This is ridiculous,” Pietro muttered under his breath, only for you to hear and you gritted your teeth, irritation spiking again.

“You are being ridiculous. Now move or I swear I’ll slap you.”

“I’d like to see you try, Eagle.”

Oh, we’re doing nicknames now? He could use your title earned by being fast and occasionally deadly all he wanted, flattery would get him nowhere at this point.

“Wouldn’t even see it coming, Speedyboy,” you challenged, chin raised in defiance.

It was ironic, really, how much everyone seemed to insist on following this stupid tradition, even with you. At this point, it was practically everyone but Steve; everyone but the one person you’d be willing to kiss – mistletoe or not, though the plant would at least give you an excuse.

But nope, you just had to get stuck in the doorway with this moron instead.

“Ooookay, you two,” Natasha sing-sang, as she was approaching you from the corridor; you completely missed her arriving, that was how much Pietro irritated you. “Maximoff, move, you’re blocking the doorway. And if you corner her like this again, I’ll kill you in your sleep and you’ll never see that coming,” she promised, voice icily serious despite the twinkle in her eye.

You had no doubt she would deliver just what she promised.

Which was exactly why you leaned over to kiss her cheek, earning a brilliant smile from her and a light brush of her lips against your own cheek.

“Thanks, kotenok,” she hummed just as Pietro gaped and complained.

“That’s so unfair.”

You smirked at him, throwing the smugness he had treated you with right back at him as you went to walk away.

“I give affection to whoever I want and whenever I want. Let your super quick brain process that. Happy Holidays.”

You completely missed the slow smile that spread on Wanda’s face at one point of the whole exchange.

You decided to stop walking through that damn doorway altogether – just in case.

But at the moment, no one was around, so you made an exception since you considered yourself safe. Though main part of the feeling of security was that you didn’t think there was anyone left of the Tower tenants (who didn’t pay rent at all, somehow) who wasn’t aware of your opinion on the dumb tradition. No one who would be stupid enough to try.

Yet, when you glimpsed a large figure about to walk through the doorway just as you were few feet from it, you halted in your steps, letting them pass first.

And then there was a gust of wind, a warning coming a second too late and a harsh push to your shoulder from behind.

“Running through!”

You, the newest addition to the Earth’s mightiest heroes, Eagle, known for her quick reactions and not losing her cool easily, only managed to yelp in fright as you were knocked over, unable to hold onto anything and falling straight to the ground.

Two strong hands caught you and pulled you back up before you could hit the floor and you gasped, head spinning from the swift movements-- only to blink your eyes open to meet the prettiest pair of eyes you had ever seen; determined, kind, compassionate, loveable. And so damn blue despite the drop of green in their irises.

Your heart was trying to beat its way out of your ribcage as Steve instinctively pressed his chest against yours, holding you close and secure, grasp firm but careful.

Your gaze couldn’t but wander all over his face as you found yourself in such close quarters with him, his own eyes and his lips – gosh, those lips – working as magnets, always alluring your gaze to linger.

“You okay?”

Mesmerized, you watched those lips to move, barely comprehending what he was asking. His voice was warm; honey sweet and rich in spice, delicious, causing your stomach to flip pleasantly, your heart stammer.

It might have taken you a while to stutter out a reply, but no one ever needed to know about that.

“Uhm… yeah. Thanks-- thanks to you… thank you.”

Steve graced you with a small but no less meaningful smile. “Of course.”

Torturously slowly – as if he didn’t want to let you go any more than you wanted him to – he helped you stand straight and let go of your arms.

The moment you lost his touch, you lost your sanity too. You must have.

Before you could change your mind – or to think anything through – you leaned back to him and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. And perhaps on instinct, you kinda aimed more for the corner of his mouth than the cheek.

He felt warm now too – the tips of his ears turned red in an instant and you, with horror, finally realized what you had done; and just how good it felt to finally show at least a little of what you had been trying to ignore and hide for so long.

Despite his apparent surprise and mild embarrassment, his smile widened a fraction, turning pleased.

“What was that for?” he asked lowly, gaze intense as he studied your face, a hint of a glow in his eyes, something brighter than hadn’t been there before. Hope, maybe?

You certainly hoped. Because you just made an ass of yourself, having acted without thought… and it never felt so good and so awkward at the same time.

Your brain had never been so quick and dumb to come up with a poor excuse either.

“We’re…. we’re under a mistletoe?” you offered reluctantly, your lips still burning after the brief contact with his, head once again nearly spinning due to the proximity – was it just the dizziness or was he leaning in closer?

“I thought you didn’t follow that tradition,” Steve hummed with a grin slowly spreading on his face and through the fog of lovesickness, it finally dawned to you.

You had done exactly what you scolded Sam, Clint and Pietro for – you just went and kissed Steve, no questions asked, no consideration of his possible discomfort.

God, you were such an idiot!

See, that’s why you have banned yourself for as much as imagining kissing Steve and meeting him under the mistletoe! Because when your brain went down that road, it stopped working altogether!

You swiftly retreated a few inches, horrified.

“I—I don’t. I mean. I-- I-I’m so sorry!” you blurted out, words spilling from your lips as the panic rose in your chest. And yet, there was warmth, a pleasant feeling coiling in your belly, breaths coming out short as Steve seemed to erase the distance you had created, his gaze studying you, landing on your mouth. “I shouldn’t have done that! What was I thinking—gosh, I didn’t want to make you-“

You stopped as Steve’s lips kept erasing the distance and ended up a breath from touching yours, tempting, his eyes shining bright with a simple unspoken question. You instinctively licked your lips, heart stumbling in your ribcage.

“---uncomfortable. Yes, please-“

And then he was kissing you, a little smile playing on his lips as they danced with yours, sweet and soft, hand moving to your nape, thumb caressing the side crook of your neck, drawing a content sigh from you as your eyes fluttered shut, letting you sink into the kiss you had been craving for almost a year.

Your hands sought out his shoulders as he cradled your face, gentle and guiding so he could take more and all you wanted was to give it to him, give him everything he asked for and take it from him too.

Your toes definitely curled in the thick fluffy socks you wore when his fingers squeezed your nape briefly before he withdrew – as if he once again didn’t want to let go for something so boring as oxygen. You wholeheartedly agreed with that sentiment, dizzy from the blissful turn of events.

As you inhaled nevertheless, you were grateful that Steve stayed close enough for you to breathe in him, relieved and delighted smile on your face as you licked your lips, savouring the sensation.

When you met his gaze, you saw nothing but fondness; and your heart could melt.

Steve liked you too. Steve kissed you like he meant it. Now you could die a happy woman but you rather not. You’d rather kiss him again if he was willing.

“Still sorry I did it without asking first,” you whispered an apology even though you were not sorry at all since it led to this.

“It’s okay. I just hope it wasn’t just the tradition that pushed you into kissing back.”

You chuckled and then chewed on your lower lip when thinking of a propriate retort, not missing that his eyes followed the action. Oh, he definitely liked to back, okay. Why had you never kissed before, again?

“I only give affection to whoever I want, whenever I want,” you threw back at him, the words that had a whole new meaning in contrast to when being told to Pietro; not a turn-down, quite the opposite in fact.

And you leaned in, greedy for at least one more kiss, Steve just watched you with a smile, eyes flickering to your lips.

“That’s good to know.”

He didn’t sound like he complained at being at the receiving end of your affection whatsoever.

Maybe, mistletoe wasn’t so stupid after all…

Three rooms over, the red-haired witch was smiling widely as she, thanks to her mental powers, caught a glimpse of what was happening in the kitchen doorway.

“It worked,” she announced, blinking to fully return herself to the present. “Nice work this time, brat moy.”

Pietro scowled at Wanda and couldn’t but wonder about the plan she had orchestrated and asked him to execute.

“How did you know, sestra?”

Wanda just shrugged.

“I had my suspicions before. But when you ran into her the last time, I checked her mind to see just how uncomfortable you made her,” she explained, giving one more scolding glare for his inappropriate behaviour. But well, it led to this and he helped now, so… he was good. “She literally thought she wouldn’t mind being under the mistletoe with the Captain.”

“Lucky bastard,” Pietro muttered, expression only half-sour.

“Shush. Be happy for your teammates. You just flirt anyway.”

The speedster pouted, but didn’t protest; he in fact was happy for the two members of the extended family him and his sister had found. And he indeed was only flirting, enjoying your reactions, talking back and teasing. It was all good fun and he did wish you and the Captain well…

But.

“Well, yeah, but now I won’t be able to do that or to look at her twice. Not without Captain having my head,” he grumbled and Wanda nodded with a grin, not feeling all that bad for him.

It wasn’t like he had his heart broken – more like had his ego tickled; and he had been needing some of that for a while.

“That’s true. Looks like you gotta be faster with the next girl you get your eye on, brat.”

The speedster gasped, shocked at her audacity. “I’ll show you fast-!”

Wanda laughed as she used her powers to freeze him on spot to get a head start.

Now, the Holidays felt truly happy indeed.

S.R. Masterlist

Thank you for reading!

If this fic feels like it’s written differently, then I guess that’s fair… I tried to make the style more drabble-like and failed epically, because I just cannot write short and without too many feelings :D

Anyway.

Happy Holidays to you all! May you be given love and affection!

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Change of Mind

Pairing: jimin x reader

Genre: Fluff

Note: this was my very first work last November 2020. I tried to give it an ending but, I genuinely cannot think of a good ending for this story. it sucks but whatever. pls send me your ideas aaa i would love to read them. thank you for supporting me!! i adore y'all! :) <3

You hate children.

Everyone who knows you knows that. They really can’t convince you to pick up their baby, or coo at them. They didn’t even try to hide the disappointment in their eyes when they saw you roll your eyes when their children copy you. They keep pestering you about how you hate children when one day you’re going to have one. The thought made you smirk, as if. It’s easy to say that you won’t have one because you don’t have time as a single busy woman. And also, they’re pretty loud and dumb. They’re always so dependent; can’t do things on their own.

“I think you’re being too hard,” your brother, Namjoon, said. He was a married man for 4 years now. You can see the dark bags in his eyes as he looked at you in concern. You rolled your eyes as you already know where this is going. “They’re just kids,” he added.

“We’ve had this conversation for a long time, can’t we drop it already?” you said a little loud out of frustration. Namjoon shushed you, scared to wake up his cranky daughter. By the way, you were at their house because it was your pregnant sister-in-law’s birthday. They invited you this morning, and you decided to drop by for a little greetings and told her that your gift will be a little late, which she didn’t mind. “ughh! It’s getting late. I’m going home.” You said irritatedly.

“Okay, so you see, I have a very important meeting tomorrow,” he began. You know something was off, and you’re not going to like it because of the way he slowly and carefully stated his words. You don’t want to hear it, honestly. But you didn’t and can’t cut him off because first, it’s disrespectful; after all, he is the oldest, and second is that, he beat you to it. “I need you to attend the family day in Miyoung’s school.”

You were bewildered, maybe beyond that but, you were. He knows that you hate children, why would he do that? Is it because you’re the only one who is free on Fridays? That’s not even an acceptable excuse. You hated children! You expressed countless times of how irritating they are, how can your niece be any different? Is it because he raised her? You looked away for a second, not knowing what to say. You brought your gaze up, about to protest until you caught a glimpse of his tired pleading eyes, you had no choice but to comply. “Fine, but you owe me 50 dollars,” you agreed with a groan.

Namjoon smiled weakly, knowing his pregnant wife doesn’t have to stress herself up for this school activity and get all the rest she needs. “I’ll double it if Miyoung comes home with a smile.” He said, playing along with his sister’s antics. “By the way, it starts at 8:00am. Don’t be late.”

“Fine,” was all you said standing up to reach your bag. “I’ll be here tomorrow, 7:00am sharp. Thank you for the meal, Oppa. I’ll be going now.” You stated, from you professional voice to a surprisingly calm voice after the news of babysitting your niece.

Tomorrow is going to be a long, long day.

You finished your morning routine with a groan and a pep talk. This is only for today. This is only going to last a few hours. After that you’ll have the peace away from children. After that pep talk, you left your garage to go to your brother’s house to fetch your niece. You internally wished she’s not as annoying as any other kids her age.

You arrived 15 minutes later. Seeing how your niece is crying in front of a kneeling Namjoon made you realize that she hates this idea, too. She’s scared of you, that’s for sure. But, what can you do? Imagine your babysitter hates children. Damn.

“Why can’t you go instead, Daddy? She hates me, I know it!” your niece said as she started to sob louder, not stopping any sooner no matter how much your brother is trying to convince him.

“She doesn’t hate you, baby. She’s just jealous because she’s old and lonely.” He said as if he didn't know you'd already arrived. You scoffed loudly at that. It was almost funny. You…jealous of a kid? Pleaaaaase. “It’s only for today, Miyoungie. I promise I’ll make it up to you. We’ll get ice cream after this event is finished.” He ended, knowing his daughter is a weakling for ice cream.

“Fine.” She stubbornly said. Angrily stomping to the shotgun seat of your car.

Namjoon walked towards you with a paper bag in his hands. “Here’s her costume, by the way. I think the event ends at 3pm. It’s only 7:15, have you had your breakfast?” he rambled. Even though he was annoying most of the time in your childhood, he was, no doubt, caring.

“I’m fine. Has she had her breakfast or do I need to drive her to McDonald’s?” you smirked victoriously, proud at your comeback sass. It didn’t last long though after Namjoon playfully smacked your head with the word pabo leaving his mouth. “Anyway, we’ll be going now. Don’t worry, she’ll be safe.

Namjoon handed you the paper bag filled with clothes and lunch box for two before walking towards his daughter, kneeling to her height and hugging her. He whispered something to her tiny ear before she nodded. He wiped her tears away. He opened the door to the passenger’s seat of your car, making sure he fastened the seatbelt as he closed the door gently, not wanting to startle his daughter.

You went to the driver’s side to finally start the car. You badly want to end this day. You glanced at your niece who was sulking beside you. I mean, who could blame her tho? This was so unplanned. She already informed her dad about this last week. And now, he’s telling her that he won’t be able to attend so he needed you as a substitute guardian. Isn’t that a little heartbreaking? But, anyway, your niece just wants to get close to you.

“Are you ready to go, kiddo?” you asked in a surprisingly calm manner. You saw how she nodded cutely. So you reached for the clutch and got ready to go.

The silence between you was pleasant, it surprised you. Everything about today surprised you.

You feel the stares Miyoung was giving you. They weren’t out of hatred or adoration. It was out of curiosity. Maybe something about you fascinated the toddler’s tiny mind. ‘What did Daddy mean when he said that she is lonely? Is she sad? Is that really why she hates me? Is she going to eat me?’

“What is it?” you asked, growing frustrated by the curious glares she gave you. She looked away, and shrugged.

“Daddy said to not cause you any trouble. If I do, you’re going to eat me. Is that true, Aunty?” she said with a slightly shaky voice. So that’s how he raises his kids huh. “Please don’t eat me, Aunty.” She faced her body towards you with her hands clasped together, practically begging.

It was cute, no doubt. Is that what Namjoon whispered to this baby? You laughed at the thought. For the first time in, like, your whole life, a child has made you laugh. Your niece’s eyes widened at your laugh. The tiny toddler is overthinking too much for her tiny mind to handle. She now thinks you’re really going to eat the sweet sweet child.

“What?! AHAHA. NO! Of course not. Why would I eat you? I don’t eat children, that’s gross.” You said between your laughs. Feeling the atmosphere between you lighten up. This day was going better than you thought it would be.

Maybe kids aren’t so bad after all.

After a few hours of meeting (more like seminar or something) with the parents and this really charming teacher, accompanying Miyoung to eat her sandwich and her meal but she offered you her sandwich because you don’t have anything to eat even though you have money but she insisted so you accepted, and phone calls from your work, it is time for the little performance the toddlers from this said kindergarten prepared for their ‘parents’. So that’s the costume for, now I get it. You thought as Miyoung came up to you and handed you the video camera that you didn’t know that she had. Maybe Namjoon packed it since he couldn’t go.

The performance was good, entertaining even. You felt like a proud mama cheering for her baby while holding the camera. It surprises you on how you reacted, you seemed really fond of the child, and you were though.

After the performance was done, the crowd dispersed into sections, making the columns and rows you all formed a while ago a mess. Miyoung rushed into you and held your hand. And suddenly, your phone rang. You let go of your niece’s hand to reach for the phone in your right pocket.

It was no surprise that it’s your boss. “It’s me, Sir Kim. What seems to be the problem?” you said. What could be the problem? Mr. Kim always bothered you, like he was really annoying. And now, you’ve filed your one-week leave and yet, he’s still bothering you and bombarding you with work. Man, he’s the worst.

“Nothing, I was just saying you got the promotion. Have fun on your leave.” With that, he hung up. Maybe he’s not so bad after all, pfft. That was amazing news, so amazing that you decided to take Miyoung to an ice cream parlor yourself and treat her with her favorite ice cream that you had no idea of.

You were happy, so happy that when you put it back to your pocket and reached for your niece’s hand, she wasn’t there.

Oh no. I’m doomed. Namjoon’s going to kill me. You thought as you started formulating a plan on searching for Miyoung. Internally panicking. What to do? You scanned the whole area to see if someone found Miyoung. Unfortunately, the messy crowd started to disperse slowly.

The pounding of your chest, beads of sweat start forming on your forehead as you spin around trying to look for a familiar small girl with a yellow humongous ribbon on her head. You were out of luck. Stupid phone call. Stupid promotion. Stupid boss. Stupid life!

You approached a middle-aged woman who looked like a principal in this kindergarten, thinking it would help you search for your niece. But then, an unknown number called you. Anxiety filled your stomach, a slight ringing in the background was heard, then silence.

Oh no, is Miyoung kidnapped? Are they going to ask me for ransom? Why is this happening? You thought as your shaky hands answered the phone.

“Hello? Hello, Miss?” a sweet honey-voiced man talked through the phone. He didn’t sound like a mysterious criminal, did he?

“Hello? Who is this?” you cringed at how shaky your voice was, you should’ve sounded tough not like some scared girl.

“Oh, where are my manners! I’m Park Jimin, Miss. Kim Miyoung’s teacher. I found your business card on the child’s ID. Don’t worry she’s in good hands but, be sure to pick her up though. We’re at the teacher’s faculty. I’ll hang up now.” He started, sounding so sure and professional.

You have finally arrived at your destination, the teacher’s faculty. You see Miyoung, sitting on a chair with a chocolate in her hand, eating happily while she swings her feet.

A man approached you, just as you reached to Miyoung. The man smiled down at you. “You must be Y/N. Miyoung’s this way.” With that, he led you to the faculty room that your niece was staying on.

“Aunty!” she shouted as she jumped off the chair, ran to you and hugged you as if you were the one who got lost. “Jiminie told me that he’ll buy me ice cream if I behave until you arrive.” She said, giggling. “Now that you’ve arrived, I can finally have my ice cream!”

“Jiminie?” you asked, curiously. “I thought he was your teacher?” you added.

“Yeah, but he’s daddy’s best friend so it’s fine.” Huh, that explains it. “Come on, Jiminie. You still have to get me ice cream.” She said as she skidded away from you and closer to the teacher who happened to be your brother’s best friend.

She grabbed his hand and pulled him to you, almost stumbling at how much height difference they have. “Woah, easy Miyoung.” The teacher said between his laughs. He genuinely seemed to be enjoying kids his whole life. Heck, why would he even be a teacher if he doesn’t?

You didn’t think you could handle being in the same room with someone the total opposite of you yet, here you are. Everything about this day seemed to surprise you. “Wait, are you even done with your work? We don’t want to cause you any trouble.” You said. Well, that came out wrong. It sounded like you didn’t want to be with him. Wait, no…not really. It's nice having him around, maybe cudd—NO Y/N, you just met hi—

“Y/N? Y/N, right? I was just telling you that my shift was done half an hour ago.” He said, interrupting your internal rumbling. You looked away from the scene of trees swaying with the wind to glance at the handsome guy looking at you in concern. “Uhm, shall we take your car or mine?” he asked, fidgeting the keys latched to the belt loop of his pants.

“Uhm, I’m not sure. Huh, I guess I haven’t thought about that. Miyoung?” you looked away from the stunning man to look at your side thinking that your niece might be by your side. But sadly, she was long gone to her teacher’s side, trying to pull his weight away from the direction of your car.

“Let’s go to Jiminie’s car! His car smells like vanilla and strawberries!! C’mon c’mon!” She squealed to you while pulling on her teacher.

You shrugged. So much for an ice cream, you thought as you followed the two.

The whole ride was surprisingly pleasing. Miyoung was right, his car smells good. Strawberries and vanilla.

You glanced to your left, looking at his hand at the clutch lever. By the way, you were on the passenger’s seat since Miyoung insisted that she needed space. You became silent, staring at your niece. What did she mean when she said she needed space? Is she trying to sell you out? You thought as you continued to watch her looking around, trying to find something. And then, she pulled a blanket from the back of the car. She happily hugged it before spreading it to cover her tiny body. She sat up again, reaching for a certain purple pillow.

To say that you were confused was an understatement. You reached for the door handle of the passenger’s seat before boarding. You finally noticed that Jimin was watching the whole scene. He explained that he was the one who Namjoon asked to drive her daughter. And that today was different since he had to assist and entertain parents so he wouldn’t be able to keep an eye on Miyoung. You nodded in understanding.

“We’re here,” you snapped out of your daze when you heard his sweet honey voice rang throughout the car. You turned your body to look at your niece, you noticed that she’s still in her mini dreamland. You unbuckle your seatbelt before going around the car to wake Miyoung up. You opened the car that was facing the top of her head, noticing the slow but calm pace of her breathing while she sleeps. Just as you lifted your hand to shake her shoulder awake, a hand grabbed your wrist. “She gets cranky if you shake her awake. Let me do it,” he said before letting you go slowly.

You step aside to give him a way to Miyoung’s head. You tilted your head to the side to watch what he was doing. He was stroking her head gently as he whispers into her ear. It freaking worked. She sat up while rubbing her eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her off his car. She looked at you before waving her hands enthusiastically before yelling, “Hi Aunty.” You waved back before walking to Jimin’s side.

You leaned towards him to give him a compliment, “You’re really good with children.” He looked down at you before facing forward, smiling adorably. He mumbled a small ‘thank you’ as he led the way.

You finally reached to Miyoung’s favorite ice cream park in front of a park. The place was spacious yet, simple. Groomed trees around it, benches and a playground. It’s the perfect destination to couples, and couples with children. That’s probably why this is Miyoung’s favorite place.

Jimin sets Miyoung down as he goes to the counter to place an order. You saw how Miyoung immediately ran towards the playground, communicating with some kids her age. You turned your head towards Jimin who was looking at you, “Yes? Is there something wrong?” you asked him.

“Uhm what flavor do you want? My treat,” he said, pulling out his wallet. you held out your hand, about to tell him that he didn’t need to buy you an ice cream, He was persistent as he said, “don’t worry, it’s on me.”

“Cookies n’ cream,” you mumbled while looking down. He nodded then faced the cashier attendant. You unknowingly pouted when you noticed they were close to each other, whispering something between themselves. You saw him moved away, shaking his head as if he was denying something. You turned away towards the playground, just to forget the scene and also, to keep an eye on Miyoung. She seemed to be enjoying her life as a kid. Lucky.

Jimin shyly cleared his throat, snapping you out of your daze. You noticed he was holding two cones. He handed you the cookies n’ cream flavor, before turning back to get Miyoung’s favorite ice cream. “Thank you, though you didn’t have to,” you said, as you gave him a genuine smile.

“Nah, I wanted to,” he said as he giggled slightly. You two walked side by side towards the playground. You sat on a bench while munching on your ice cream. He called your niece to give her her ice cream. She ran towards him immediately before going back to the playground. Jimin sat beside you as he started to devour his ice cream. “So, Namjoon-hyung’s sister?” he started, facing you.

You snorted lightly at how awkward he sounded when the question left his mouth. He looked at you, amused. “Yeah, and you’re his best friend?” you said with just right amount of sass while you raised your eyebrow at him. “How come I’ve never heard of you before?” you asked with genuine curiosity as you faced the scene before you.

“Hmm, probably Namjoon-hyung forgot again. You know how he forgets stuff like that.” he said facing the same directions you’re looking at. It’s hard not to notice how the air around you is claiming, and the getting-to-know conversation the two of you are having feels like two best friends catching up with each other. It was nice. “I heard that you hated children. Why is that?” he suddenly asked, catching you off guard.

You shrugged. You were about to answer but a detail on his sentence stopped you. “Hated? What do you mean? I still hate them.” you said, calmly. You inhaled before talking, contemplating what to say. “Well, I just don’t like how high-maintenance they are. They always demand attention and can’t do things on their own. But, I can stand children; just don’t let them copy me. I hate how they do things I do.” You finished your rant with a sigh. You turned your head to Jimin who nodded in understanding, he looked amused. Fuck, I sound like a child.

He let out a short laugh as he leaned towards you. “Same, but I find it adorable though,” He said, trying to ease himself. “To answer your first question, you seem too fond of Miyoung, so I assumed that you have changed your mind,” he ended before proceeding to continue his ice cream.

“what? I mean, she’s a great kid...she doesn’t annoy the hell out of me,” you replied with a shrug. “Well, what about you? What’s something about children that fascinates you that you chose to be a teacher other than every other career that you can have?” you questioned him. You were grateful that he didn’t hate you for hating something he finds adorable.

Jimin looked towards the playground, thinking deeply for a wonderful example. “I love how innocent they are. They don’t have to worry about anything. All they want and need to do is to be happy and enjoy their childhood. And, I want to be a part of that wonderful memory.” He said as his eyes glowed in adoration of the kids playing with your niece. Laughter was heard as you two talked. “And then, there’s just the hint of pride whenever they achieve something. Even the tiniest victories, they’re so happy,” he added. He was shaking his fist adorably as if trying to contain his excitement.

“I think you’re going to be a great dad in the future,” you complimented, giving him a sweet smile.

“Thanks, I think you’re going to be a great mom too. Someday, he said.

An unfamiliar warmth swells up to your chest as you took in his words. “Yeah. Someday.”

#jimin x reader #bts jimin #jimin x y/n #jimin x you #jimin x army #bts x army #bts x you #bts x y/n #bts x reader #bts fluff #jimin fluff

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mothmans-cumrag · 3 years

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Rewatching The Devil in the Dark be like

“a lot can happen in three minutes” 😏hehehehe

“you’ll be alright” *he dies immeadiately after* well that was a fucking lie

ah, the triumvirate

uh, I remember this one! the German dub was called “Horta und ihre Kinder” (Horta and her children)

“you can’t get your starships down in the tunnels” thanks a lot, captain obvious

the styrofoam... it’s amazing

what. is Scotty looking at. this is a phonecall

silicon-based life! yayy

Spock: “I think it’s possible, that- ” Bones: “That’s nonsen-” Jim: “Guys please don’t fight :(((”

oh no that’s so many redshirts

well if that isn’t a person under a weird-looking blanket idk what is

oh no a lover’s quarrel :(

Jim: “Nooo bby I don’t you want to get hurt” Spock: *spitting facts about the illogicality of Jim’s orders* Jim:😍😍😍 “ok alrighte babe”

nooooo don’t seperate you idiots, ever seen a horrorfilm?

ok but for real, Spock’s croutching in these heels looks so uncomfortable, props @ Leonard Nimoy for pulling that off

Spock shouting bc he’s scared 🥺

these special effects tho

ok but for real. Spock was the one who said they should protect the thing and now he’s like “Kill it, Captain”?? like, if that’s not love then what is?

Spock: “Can I mentally cheat on you with that Silicon thingie?” Jim: “Well idk, that is pretty intimate... but if you wanna” Spock: “I’ll try”

yea sure Jim, just call Bones down without any explanation

“A Mr. Vanderburg and his men are here, and they’re pretty ugly” ouch

ok but no joke Leonard Nimoy is such a great actor

Bones: *sees Spock mindmelding with a silicon-blanket* “goddammit what did I do to deserve this life”

Bones (as John Mulaney) “You want me to do what?”

why is there a bucket and an ashtray in the shot (43:18)

ahhhhh that’s cement

and this is what Star Trek is all about!! Meeting new lifeforms, learning about them and befriending them, instead of being hostile towards them!<333 I really love this episode

awwww, Bones being proud of saving the Horta is the cutest thing ever🥰

“The Horta has a very logical mind and after close association with humans I find that curiously refreshing” damn Spock you ever turn down that sass?

ok but this scene where they talk about Spock’s ears = Spock straight up calling himself a sexy bitch and Jim saying that he’s becoming more human

and then Spock’s like “how dare you” while McKirk are like haha, teasing our boyfriend is fun,, truly an iconic episode

#st #star trek #tos #star trek tos #tw emojis #tw swearing #spirk #mckirk #spones #mcspirk #leaf rewatches

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a-chaotic-dumbass · 3 years

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BESTIE I LOWKEY WANNA KNKW MORE BOUT XAVIER CUS I LOVE HER N JIS SASSYNESS😭😭

PLSS I LUV HIM TOO AND I WILL TALK BOUT HER ANY MOMENT I GET

he's just sass incarnate i adore her😭

anyways

sum small facts

xavier and vale are actually childhood friends

she was trained to be vale's guard sence he was a small child

cus he is part fire, she is basically immortal, just how vale is

she's bigender and thats why i refer to him by both feminine and masculine pronouns

while xavier is very proud, she does have reasons for it, and considerin his skills, they're pretty valid

her horns are more ram shapped, they illuminate slight warm glow and feelin, and when he moves, they have tiny sparks of fire round em. those spaks cant light anythin up tho. sad for xavier but good for everyone else

#xavier monet #chaotic but with their ocs #rurifangirl #asks #the ice queen🌸

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milkybonya · 4 years

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Can you do the bulletpoints for what WayV would be like as boyfriend's? 🙏(If you have time and don't mind anyway) ~💜

hello kind anonnie! i dont mind at all 💞

big time credits to my (BEST) friend @lululorn for basically helping me write the bulk of this because i was running low on ideas,, she hurt her fingers because she was typing so fast :(

WayV as Boyfriends

Warnings: mentions of food (binge-eating)

Kun

PROTECTIVE DEFENSIVE MOM MODE ACTIVATE

he will protecc you

always making sure you’re well fed and healthy

cooks for you a lot

breakfast in bed !!

likes to show you off

always holding your hand in public

probably spoils you because he loves you that much

always tells you you’re pretty

a gentlemAn

taking his coat off for you and opening the door for you first and whatnot

EXPENSIVE DATES

coffee shop dates

but also loves the time the two of you spend just chilling

plays the piano for you

writes songs about you

always asks you to give him feedback on his music

shows off his magic tricks and gets sad when you figure them out

but very proud when you have no idea what he did

VERY ROMANTIC AND CARING

very understanding

HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH PLS

Ten

Always teasing you

“wOw LOok iSn’T yOur BoyfrIEND SO SEXy”

I don’t know why but I can imagine him stealing your clothes LOL

“you always wear mine, why can’t I wear yours?”

loves to dance with you

even if you don’t know how, he’ll teach you

SHOPPING DATES!

will tire you out with how much time he spends shopping

but always makes it up to you by buying you food

I can imagine him taking you to art classes like pottery or painting as a date

will dip his finger in paint and smudge it on your face LOL

also sporty dates like playing basketball

will kiss you to distract you from the game so he can win

will binge-eat chocolate and sweet things with you when you’re sad

i can imagine him feeding you things hehe

if you make him eat fruit or every eat fruit in front of him, will not speak to you for the rest of the day

have to bribe him with affection to get him to talk to you

gets you sweet and meaningful gifts even though he teases you a lot

“You’re so pretty, I’m pretty, we’re the prettiest couple out here!”

I feel like you’ll be hearing a lot of dirty jokes out of him oops

WinWin

SOFT ANGEL

SOFT SOFT SOFT

did i mention he’s soft?

always worried about you

genuinely cares about your feelings

a lot of “are you okay?” and “you’re not mad at me, right?”

if you’re ever in a bad mood, he’ll run to the store real quick and grab your favourite food for you

A LOT OF CUDDLES AND LAZY MORNINGS

he doesn’t like skinship but loves to hold you :’)

too shy to show affection in public tho

will hold your hand at the most

even if he does that, he’ll hold your hand in your pocket because he’s so shy

pls protecc him at all costs

is willing to do anything for you

sometimes you have to ask him how he genuinely feels about something

because he can’t say no :(

please make sure you tell him you love him regularly, or he’ll be sad :(

a lot of stay-at-home dates like watching movies

watchiNG ANIME (if you like it, of course)

“let’s just do whatever you want”

wiLL CRUSH YOU IN MOBILE GAMES

“i beat you! now give me a kiss >:)”

Lucas

CONFIDENCE LEVEL 3000000

Always flexing in front of you

“Feel my muscles, I’m so strong, right?”

Will challenge you to food eating contests

especially spicy ones

and will make fun of you when your snot dribbles everywhere

but cmon you know he loves you

calling you sexy and beautiful and hot every chance he gets

but also calls himself all of those things

randomly does push-ups everywhere to show off

takes his shirt off while doing them

LOVES MAKING YOU LAUGH

LAUGH AT HIS JOKES !!!

seriously he’ll try way too hard to make you laugh

even if you don’t laugh, he will

he acts so goofy but he really loves you

genuinely worried if you’re ever sad

will do his best to cheer you up by goofing around more

loves it when you wear his rings or clothes

“Wow okay how do you look better than me wearing that?”

big spoon big spoon HE WILL BIG SPOON YOU

loves cuddling you and hugging you

he just has to be near you at all times

holding your hand or somehow physically in contact with you

he jus tryna protect you yo

Xiaojun

WILL SING YOU TO SLEEEEEEP

loves reading with you

loves reading to you

bookstore/music store dates?

he loves the sound of your laugh :’)

will do anything to hear it 10000 times a day

cares so much about you

even if he looks cold and his expression is hard to read

gets serious when you’re in a bad mood/feeling hurt

gets all soft and protective

“whO HURT YOU??? i will kill them”

very adventurous dates

hikes, exploring new cities

late night car drives with the music LOUD

will hold your hand while driving

CUDDLES YOU A LOT

and his body feels so warm :’)

binge-eats with you while watching movies

loves to play instruments and hear you sing with him

he’ll always be on your side and there to defend you

helps you get through your problems

PC GAMING SESSIONS featuring bets

lets you sit in his lap while he games

Hendery

the most chaotic bf to ever exist

sass, class and a phat ass

VERY L O U D

won’t shut up about how much he loves you

probably the type to confess with a boombox outside your window or something

or a very public confession

“i love you, so what if everyone knows?”

always doing stupid, goofy dances to make you smile

makes sure you’re always laughing and happy !

always trying to appear confident

was probably very nervous on the first date but tried to hide it

always hides when he’s nervous

but when you’re nervous, knows how to calm you down

TEASES YOU A LOT

like he’ll kiss you out of nowhere and when you start to blush, he won’t eveR STOP BRINGING UP YOUR RED FACE

seriously if you ever trip or something, he won’t stop reminding you

BUT WILL HELP YOU UP OF COURSE

will take you on walks and share earbuds with you while holding your hand

very publicly affectionate

pretty much all over you

sad when you don’t give him attention

always wants your attention

give HIM YOUR ATTENTION

YangYang

lowkey chaotic

will immediately cheer you up at all times !

always apologizes first even if he’s wrong :(

just doesn’t want you to be sad

will buy you roses on special days

“i love roses and i love you, so i will give the flowers i love to the person i love”

loves to play PC games with you

wants to win but might maybe let you win sometimes

loves to cuddle

and loves it when you play with his hair

“please play with my hair, pleaseeee”

i can imagine him showering you with lots of small kisses :( i dont know whY

lowkey likes being babied by you :(

but will use it to his advantage

acts like a baby so you’ll do things for him

but also loves it when you act like a baby

will lightly pinch your cheeks

finds you cute when you wear his clothes

likes to hold your hand

likes to hold you

will try to act manly sometimes

to hide when he’s nervous

but it just makes you laugh

HES SO CUTE

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alexthedrummerboy · 3 years

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F, H, N for the fanfic asks?? 🥰💖

(hi jeanne i love u !)

f: share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

i’ve answered this already but i’ll answer it again cause i like talking about myself <3 this one is is from chapter 1 of my newest multichap Kiss Me With Your Cleats On

“Nice of you to turn up, boys!” she says, raising her eyebrows at them. She’s barely even panting as her feet move under her in double time. “We thought you might never make it.”

“Warm-ups barely started!” Luke protests, but he still falls into line, kicking his knees up in time with everyone else.

“Thank you for that observation, Luke,” Flynn says, eyes sparkling with mirth as she tilts her head at the four of them. “For that, you get to do ten extra push-ups!”

Luke wrinkles his nose at her. “Psh,” he scoffs, even though Alex can see the playful grin on his face. “You just want an excuse to ogle.”

“Trust me, pretty boy,” Flynn says, voice dripping with sarcasm as she looks across the field at where Carrie is demonstrating a new cheer to the other cheerleaders, “if I wanted to ogle someone, I wouldn’t be looking in your direction.”

all i have to say is: LESBIAN FLYNN SASSING LUKE ! it’s everything i love <3 i really like to imagine the flynn-luke dynamic as being the two of them just mindlessly ribbing each other constantly but it comes from a place of love!!

h: how would you describe your style?

i like a run-on sentence to build tension. i love repetition. i like italics for emphasis. idk if i like doing this or if it’s sth i just end up doing but i describe very minor, small fidgety details like fingers and eyebrows and fiddling with clothing - sometimes i feel like i get too detail oriented and then i confuse myself tho !

n: is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

absolutely not fdjsklfjs no one touch my ideas pls and thank u <3

send me a fanfic ask! ❤️

#that last answer is only partially a joke #thank u for asking jeanne ILY!!#forthehopeofitalll

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jonnmurphy · 4 years

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147 with murven, pretty please

Okay so I’m just going through my inbox to write some drabbles and try to get back into doing fan fic. I think I know which prompt lists most of these were from, but I might be wrong. All of these are several years old tho, so idk. All drabbles are unedited and prone to many typos, sorry my dudes

147: “ I can take care of myself just fine.”

Some days, everything is fine. Well, as fine as things get. Sure, society as a whole is on the brink of collapse and they’re constantly struggling to avert the latest disaster, but there are communal dinners and picking out rooms in the farmhouse, and sometimes Raven gets to sit in the sun for a few minutes and she can pretend nothing bad is happening. They make jokes, and Indra is way too intense, and Raven sasses at Murphy who gives as good as he gets, and Clarke gets to be a mom, and it’s just... Nice.

But some days Raven wakes up with phantom pain dancing a jig hand in hand with her actual, chronic pain, and she wants to vomit as she puts on her brace, fingers shaking and tears stinging her eyes. She wants to cut off her leg, and go run away into the woods and live in the underground caves and never have to look at the people around her and remember the heartbreak that never seems to end. She doesn’t want to solve problems, and she doesn’t want to play nice, and those days her sarcasm turns to aggression, and everyone leaves her alone to work on motorcycles, throwing wrenches and cursing loudly.

And then there are the days where she can’t turn all that pain into rage. The days where she just wants to be held, she wants someone to see through every wall she’s put up, and she just wants to cry. And those days scare her most of all, because she knows how dangerous that is. She knows how much worse it gets when someone does see you, and then they leave. Taken away by the whims of fate, and the hands of her friends.

On days like that, of which today is one, she grabs a little jar full of insects - just in case, Raven has had more than enough mind manipulation for one life time thank you very much - and she goes into the woods. Research, she says. Sometimes she does study things, sorrow held at bay temporarily by a new discovery. But, more often than not, she finds her way up a hill or a tree, straining against her own limitations to get somewhere with a view. Somewhere that reminds her of spacewalks. And when she gets there, she sits down, and she cries. The sort of crying she doesn’t do in front of the others, not anymore. The sort that tears at something inside of her, makes it raw and bloody, and is impossible to stop.

And everyone always leaves her alone.

Which is why, when Raven hear a very distinct pattern of footsteps approaching, she immediately goes on full alert. Sure, the Children of Gabriel no longer live in the woods ready to attack anyone they see, but that doesn’t mean it’s necessarily safe. There could be a new splinter cell of them, or one of the convicts deciding they’d rather not do hard labour, or some new and unknown threat. So Raven rubs the tears from her face quickly and clumsily, grabbing her gun and turning towards the noise.

“Really, Raven? I thought you and I had moved past pointing guns at each other.” Murphy’s unfortunately familiar form emerges from the tree line, hands held up in surrender.

Just great, the one person she really doesn’t have the energy to deal with today.

“Go away, Murphy.” Raven grumbles as she turns away from him, laying down her gun and staring out at the vista beyond the cliff she’s sitting just shy of.

“Now, when has that ever worked?” Murphy chuckles as he completely ignores her, walking over and sitting next to her as if invited.

“Why can’t you ever do what you’re told?” Raven asks, wishing that it would sound more snarky and less whiny. But her voice betrays how pathetic she feels, and she can only hope Murphy is as oblivious to human emotion as he says he is.

“Oh, like you’re such a good little soldier yourself.” Murphy quips back, which, fair point. But Raven doesn’t have to admit that, at least not to him.

“What do you want, Murphy?” Raven asks hollowly. She really doesn’t have it in her for their normal back and forth.

“Other than the pleasure of your stimulating company?” She can see him turn to look at her out of the corner of her eye, but Raven doesn’t turn her own head. She keeps staring ahead, knowing how she must look, all puffy eyes and barely restrained tears. “Ugh, I guess some people are worried about you.”

He sounds so put upon by the concept, and Raven can’t help the bitter scoff that escapes her. Where are they, then, all these people who are concerned about her? Not that she wants them, she reminds herself. She wants to be left alone, this pain is temporary, and it’s better this way.

Safer.

“So they sent you?” Raven asks the clouds, and Murphy sighs. Honestly, if it was Clarke and them, why would they send the least empathetic individual they all know to talk to her?

“Well, I-”

“Listen, Murphy, don’t bother. I can take care of myself just fine.” She cuts him off, because she doesn’t want to hear it. She doesn’t want him here, she just wants him to leave her alone so she can go back to crying again.

“Well that’s clearly not true,” Murphy drawls, and Raven finally looks at him, if only to glare. But he’s looking at the sky now, tapping his fingers on his thigh, either nervous, or bored with the whole thing. Either way, he should just leave if he’s so uncomfortable.

“I’m fine,” Raven retorts, and Murphy looks over to level her with a look that clearly says he knows just as well as her how bullshit that statement is. Raven shakes her head, amending her words, “Well, I will be fine. I just- I just need to be alone for a bit.”

“No, you don’t,” Murphy says, probably just to be contrary. It sparks a little bit of anger in Raven, just enough to singe the heavy blanket of sadness clinging to her.

“Listen here, Murphy, you don’t even know what I’m going through, or what I need, so don’t pretend you have any say in this, and-” Raven rants with heat, and Murphy has the audacity to roll his eyes at her, “Seriously?!”

“Raven, for someone so smart, you’re so dumb sometimes. Of course I don’t know what you’re going through, because you never told me. Or anyone, actually, from what I can tell. But I don’t have to know what’s going on with you to know that you don’t have to be alone through it.” Murphy is oddly sincere, and Raven can feel her scrap of anger fading, and she’s afraid. Afraid of what might happen when it’s gone, if Murphy’s still here and her walls don’t hold.

“Murphy, just go back to whoever sent you and tell them I’m not in any danger, okay?” Raven tries, as a last ditch attempt, and Murphy groans in frustration.

“No one sent me, Raven. It’s me, I’m the “some people” who are worried. Because I get it, okay? I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I know what it feels like, and it sucks. And being alone? That’s even worse. So you don’t have to talk to me if you don’t want to, you can yell at me, or hit me, or whatever you need to do, but I’m not leaving you.”

The words aren’t kind or caring, and honestly Murphy kind of shouts them at her. But they’re real, she knows, because Murphy would never lie for anyone’s benefit but his own. Which means, for whatever reason, he actually cares, and that hits Raven like a tonne of bricks. All the air leaves her lungs, the fight leaves her body, and she doesn’t know what to do. Murphy, to his credit, doesn’t say anything else. He simply shrugs, leans back on his hands, and looks up at the sky again.

Raven is left with a choice. She can get up and leave, she can pretend she really is fine, or she can just... be. And it’s hard to stand, with the weight of the world crushing her, so she doesn’t leave. And honestly, she isn’t fine. She hasn’t been fine for a long time. Which means she takes the last option, and she’s not proud of it, but she’s not really ashamed either. She hugs her knees to her chest, and she cries, and Murphy just sits there. Eventually, when her sobs become sniffles, he rubs her back a little, without otherwise looking at her or saying anything. And it’s a little weird, yes, but the thing inside of her that is raw and bleeding feels like someone put a bandaid on it. It isn’t much, it certainly isn’t enough to fix it if the thing ever can be fixed, but it’s something.

And she isn’t alone.

#murven #john murphy #raven reyes #the 100 #drabble #fan fic #man i forgot how much i loved writing angst #also this feels really good to actually finish something #even if it's just tiny like this #Anonymous

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just-random-obsessions · 4 years

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Funny Moments In Avengers 1 (this time with gifs!)

Find Thor 1 here

Find Thor 2 here

In hindsight, I probably shoulda done this either before or right after Thor 1 but I’m horrible at planning so. This post is going to be listing the humor in Avengers 1 and then giving some thoughts afterwards. Post starts underneath the tag list. If you want to be added/removed from the tag list, let me know.

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Also, side note but I find it kinda interesting how the humor doesn’t start till several minutes after the film starts when the arms dealer guy is interrogating Natasha.

~ Arms dealer: “you listen carefully” Coulson: *bitch you listen carefully*

~ “I’m working! This idiot is giving me everything” “I don’t give her everything”

~ “Let me put you on hold” *Coulson waiting very quietly as he listens to Natasha’s hold music which consists of bones breaking*

~ “Oh I’ve got Stark. You get the big guy” *Natasha DEFINITELY saying “fuck” in a different language*

~ “Should’ve got paid up front Banner”

~ “Doctor we’re facing a potential global catastrophe” “oh no those I try to actively avoid”

~ “What does Fury want me to do [with the Tesseract]? Swallow it?”

~ “Is there anything you can tell us about the Tesseract? “You should’ve left it in the ocean

~ “Ten bucks says you’re wrong [about being surprised by new things]” *Steve later giving Fury $10*

~ “How does it look?” “Like Christmas but with more me”

~ “Give yourself some credit please. Give yourself 12% of the credit.” “12%?! Of my baby?!” “An argument could be made for 15”

~ “You have reached the life model decoy of Tony Stark. Please leave a message”

~ “Phil! Come in!” “Um his first name is Agent”

~ *I know nothing about the Avengers initiative but I do know that my boyfriend is a dick sometimes*

~ *Pepper saying something racy in Tony’s ear*

~ *Both of the men’s faces*

~ “The guy’s like a Stephen Hawking.” *?????* “He’s like a smart person”

~ “I watched you while you were sleeping” *wow I should’ve stayed in the ice cause this convo went sideways real quick*

~ *Loki straight up sassing the asshole who tortured him like the Queen he is*

~ “Did he ask you to sign his captain America trading cards yet?” Trading cards?” “They’re vintage. He’s very proud”

~ “Really? They want me in a submerged pressurized metal container”

~ “Oh no this is much worse”

~ “I mean, if it’s not too much trouble” “no no it’s fine”

~ *Loki bitch-slapping the guard in the face with the scepter*

~ *cap punches Loki and Loki’s bitch really face”

~ “Kneel!” “Not today!”

~ “Make a move Reindeer Games”

~ “Rock of Ages giving up so easy?”

~ “What’s the matter? Scared of a little lightning?” “I’m not overly fond of what follows?” *?????*

~ “Now there’s that guy”

~ “We need a plan of attack!” “I have a plan. Attack”

~ “You think yourself above them?” “Well yes dumbass”

~ “You listen well brother” “I’m listening”

~ “Doth mother know, you weareth her drapes?”

~ *Loki calmly watching them fight*

~ “Power at 400% capacity” “How bout that?”

~ “Let me know if ‘real power’ wants a magazine or something”

~ “He really grows on you doesn’t he?”

~ “An army. From outer space” *should’ve stayed in the ice cube*

~ “He killed 80 people in 2 days” “He’s adopted”

~ “No hard feelings Point Breaks, you got a mean swing”

~ “That man is playing Galaga! Thought we wouldn’t notice but we did!” *they later show the guy playing Galaga*

~ “How does Fury see these?” “He turns.” “Sounds exhausting”

~ “When did you become an expert in thermonuclear astrophysics?” “Last night”

~ *Tony and Bruce geeking out over science*

~ “Are you nuts?” “Jury’s out”

~ “Is everything a joke to you?” “Funny thing”

~ *Tony supporting Bruce by offering blueberries*

~ “The Stark tower? That big ugly-” *Tony’s face* “building in the sky?”

~ “Followings not really my style?” “And you’re all about style?” “Of the people in this room who is 1) wear a spangly outfit and 2) not of use?”

~ *Ancient powerful deity trying to describe what a Bilgesnipe is to a mortal*

~ “How is this now about me?” “I’m sorry isn’t everything”

~ “Big man in a suit of armor. Take that off and what are you?” “Genius billionaire playboy philanthropist”

~ *Tony and Steve arguing* “Put on the suit” “I’m not afraid to hit an old man”

~ *SHIELD gets attacked* “Put on the suit” “Yep”

~ “Is the sun coming up? Then put it on the left dumbass”

~ “It seems to work on some form of electricity” *I should’ve stayed in the ice*

~ *Tony speaking Science TM* “Speak English!”

~ “Target angry! TARGET ANGRY!!!!!!”

~ “Are you ever not going to fall for that?”

~ *After blasting Loki* “So that’s what it does”

~ *Master assassins who bite each other*

~ *Thor vs Windows episode 2*

~ “Cap hit the lever” “I need a minute here!” “LEVER!!! NOW!!!”

~ “Uh oh I’m fucked”

~ “Are you an alien?” “No” “Well then son, you’ve got a condition”

~ “Hey you guys aren’t authorized to be in he-” “Son, just don’t”

~ “Please tell me you’re going to appeal to my humanity” “Actually I’m planning on threatening”

~ *Tony very calmly “threatening” Loki*

~ “I have an army” “We have a Hulk”

~ “This usually works” “Well performance issues. It’s not uncommon 1 out of 5-” YEET

~ “And there one other person you pissed off. His name is Phil”

~ “Right. Army”

~ *Steve trying to stay safe in the jet as it falls to the ground* *I SHOULD’VE STAYED IN THE FUCKING ICE*

~ “Stark are you seeing this?” “Seeing. Still working on believing”

~ “You think you can hold them off?” “Captain, it would be my genuine pleasure”

~ “Just like Budapest all over again” “You and I remember Budapest very differently”

~ “Why the hell should I take orders from you?” *Cause I’m a fucking badass that why*

~ “Welp. We got his attention. What the hell is step 2?”

~ “So. This all seems horrible”

~ “I’m bringing the party to you” “I don’t see how that’s a party”

~ “That’s my secret cap. I’m always angry” *honestly tho Mood TM*

~ “Better clench up Legolas”

~ “And Hulk. Smash”

~ *Hawkeye not looking where he’s shooting and still hitting his mark*

~ “Well Thor’s taking down a squadron on 6th” “And he didn’t invite me”

~ *Hulk punching Thor out of the frame*

~ *Steve hiding his whole body behind his shield*

~ “I recognize that the council has made a decision but given that it’s a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it”

~ “Nat what the fuck are you doing?”

~ *Loki catches the arrow like a Badass TM but it still blows up in his face anyways cause Hawkeye is also a Badass TM*

~ “I am a god you dull creature and I will not be bullied by a-“ *gets smacked around like a rag doll*

~ “Puny god”

~ *Moans* (NOT LIKE THAT GET Y’ALL’S HEADS OUTTA THE GUTTER!!)

~ “Jarvis. You ever hear the tale of Jonah?” “I wouldn’t consider him a role model”

~ *ITS SHWARMA!!!! In the back ground!*

~ “You ready for another bout?” “What you gettin sleepy?”

~ *Hulk roaring to wake up Tony* “What the hell?”

~ “What just happened? Please tell me nobody kissed me!”

~ “Lets just not come in tomorrow. Let’s just take a day. You ever tried shwarma? There’s a shwarma place three blocks away. I don’t know what it is but I wanna try it.”

~ “If it’s all the same to you, I’ll have that drink now” *Tony smirking*

~ “Superhero’s in New York? Give me a break!”

~ *The Shwarma scene*

~ *Tony realizing he was scared back to life by the man on his left*

~ *Steve nodding off like the senior citizen he is*

~ *Thor eating literally everything on his plate*

~ *Clint and Natasha taking up each others personal space*

Alright some side thoughts. First of all, there’s no humor in the opening scene when Loki is stealing the Tesseract. I find this interesting as I see no reason for there not to be humor. Not complaining, just wondering.

Also, just like with Thor 1 & 2, there’s little to no humor when Thor and Loki are arguing. Whether it’s wen Thor breaks Loki out fo the jet after Stuttgart or when Thor and Loki are fighting on the Stark Tower, there’s barely any humor, if there’s even any humor at all.

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tygertyger137 · 4 years

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MASSIVE LEGACY SPOILERS AHEAD. PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU DON’T WANT THEM.

reasons why legacy is Best Book

sophie and dex being best friends without any awkwardness

keefe hitting his dad with a door

ro and keefe

amy foster and the force that she is

keefe and his adoration of e.l fudges

sophie’s growth into the role of the moonlark. our baby girl is growing up

the fos-boss

sophie laying the smack down on oralie

oh yeah i was right about sophie’s mom

speaking of moms, EDALINE FREAKING RUEWEN

like literally any time the words ‘mom’ or ‘dad’ are mentioned by grady and edaline i’m just 💕💕💕💕

sophie learning how to put aside personal differences (cough cough stina)

finally making headway on what keefe’s legacy is

LADY SOPHIE FOSTER OF TEAM VALIANT

literally how cool does that sound

sophie can inflict like the boss that she is

i was totally right about why sophie and fitz would break up. i’m still holding out for keefoster

very surprising but...stina

the alicorn babees

going to the forbidden cities

THE CACHE

learning about all the cool elemental stuff

going to space. i’ll admit i did not see that coming but i’ll allow it

lack of alden

alvar’s outsides matching his insides so he can go die a slow, painful death (but we all know he’s going to come back and sophie is gonna blame herself obvi and fitz may or may not freak)

sophie dropping gisela like a total (fos) boss

dex

finding out where all the lost cities are. not knowing that has bugged me the entire series tbh

sophie becoming a real leader. i felt like a proud mama every time she would remind herself to put others before her. i get that she’s just a kid but it’s super noble of her to look out for people like that

glimmer. i wanna know what’s up with that whole deal

tam is not dead or evil

keefe sassing gisela to the point of her cooking him in elemental soup

sophie and keefe eating cookies at the shores of solace

sophie’s fat finger gloves

QUEEN nubiti

king enki getting flamed by every intelligent species all at once. i don’t think we’ve seen the last of him tho

keefe being an absolute artist

in case it wasn’t obvious I REALLY loved this book and finished it in a day. I Started reading keeper when I was about 12-13, and i turn 16 in a few months. it’s been crazy growing up alongside such amazing characters, as dorky as that might sound. i’ve learned a lot about my own talents by fan art/fiction and i can’t wait for the next book!! shannon has me wrapped around her little finger...

#legacy #kotlc #kotlc legacy #kotlc legacy spoilers #legacy spoilers #spoilers #shannon messenger #sokeefe #keefoster #team foster keefe #sophitz #fitzphie #sophie foster #kotlc sophie #moonlark

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marchioness-caprina · 3 years

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Know Your Tumblrist

> What Do you Prefer To be Called?

- I prefer to Be Called Caprina or Brie.

> How Old Are You?

- My age range is 16 - 18

> When is Your Birthday?

- Dec, 25.

> Your Pronouns?

- She, Her, Miss

> Do You Have a Pet?

- Well We Have tons of Domestic Pets, 4 Dogs, 3 Puppies, 4 Cats.

> What Is/are your Favorite Color?

- Sky Blue

- Red

- Violet

- White

- Gray

- Orange

- Blue

- Black

> What Is/are Your Favorite Food?

- Anything Spicy

- Chocolate but I Don't Like Chocolate Cakes for some reason. Especial Cupcakes.

- Sour Food

> What is Your Favorite Subject?

- English, The Only subject that I could easily go with the flow without having any headaches.

> What is Your Favorite Sport?

- Badminton, I'm not a Very Athletic person and Going outside is already a chore for me. But I do enjoy playing Badminton.

> What are Your Hobbies?

- Drawing

- Writing

- Journaling

- Reading Books

> Which Subject is Your Least Favorite?

- Math, The Main Reason why students want to go back time and destroy Calculus along with the evolution of Mathematics.

> What Is Your Favorite Animal?

- Dogs, Always have and always will be fond of Dogs No matter how They violently Bark and Growl at Me.

> Favorite Ice Cream?

- Bubblegum, Vanilla and Cookies and Cream.

> Favorite Super Hero?

- Iron Man, I Like his Sass and He is my Ideal Father Figure.

> Favorite Fruit?

- Grapes, Apple.

> Favorite Dessert?

- I'm not Picky with Desserts but I Have a special spot for Pudding.

> Favorite Holiday?

- Christmas, My B-day

> Favorite Season?

- Winter, It gives me ankyuer solid Reason to stay home and do nothing.

> Zodiac Sign?

- A Proud Capricorn.

> 3 Fears I Have :

- The Ocean

- Lizards

- The Death of My Favorite Anime Character.

> 5 Turn On's :

- Neck Kisses

- Submissiveness

- Timidity

- Soft Bois

- Possessiveness

> Gender?

- Female

> Sexual Orientation? :

- Straight

> How Tall am I?

- I'm not Proud of It but I'm 5'0 , I still have hope in my height....

> Do I Have a Crush?

- it's Tiring and Unnecessary. but If Fictional Characters Count then Yes.

> Eye Color?

- Black

> Hair Color?

- Black

> My Current Relationship Status :

- Single, My Whole Life I've been Single.

> Addiction?

- Collecting Stationaries

> Coffee or Tea?

- Tea is Life

> Fruit Tea or Milk Tea?

- Fruit Tea is also Life

BNHA Corner

> Favorite Male Character?

- Tamaki Amajiki

> Why I Like Him?

- I don't Know, Maybe because he Fits some of my preference in a Boy? Also because he has this unusual Pull over me that attracts me in a manner that is borderline obsessive. But Fortunately I haven't crossed that dark path just yet.

> Favorite Female Character?

- Rumi

> Why I Like Her?

- She Remind me of that One Neighbor everyone Likes.

> My Top 10 Character Preference?

- Tamaki Amajiki

- Keigo Takami

- Todoroki Shouto

- Bakugou Katsuki

- Shinso Hitoshi

- Izuku Midoriya

- Neito Monoma

- Tomura Shigaraki

- Dabi/ Touya Todoroki

- Taishiro Toyomitsu

> The First Character I First Fell In Love with?

- Bakugou Katsuki ( Boomie here is my First Choice then Poof Tamaki decided to be a Sweetheart and Fucking Made me do a back flip towards him)

> Would I want to Be a Hero or A Villain?

- I think a Hero would be a More stable Job than a Villain. Stability is My goal.

> Favorite Teacher In BNHA?

- Aizawa Shota ( Don't deny it you Love Dadzawa too )

> Favorite Pro Hero In BNHA?

- Hawks ( Kentucky Chicken Mc Birdman is my main boi when it comes to Pro Heroes )

> Favorite Villain?

- Daddy---- I mean Dabi ( Tho Handfuck ain't bad either)

> Why I Like Them?

- dO I EvEn NeeD a ReAsON WhY I Like Him? umm Cause I Like Burnt Food???

> What Quirk Would I Like?

- Actually it's not decided yet since I have a whole Journal about Quirks that I researched and Designed.

> Favorite Class B Character?

- Neito Monoma

> Why I Like them?

- He's Kind of a Sore Loser ( For a Copycat) but His Character really spikes up the dullness like he's funny; Being all serious with his mockery while everyone else just gives off a look that's says : ' Oh look it's captain Bullshit trying to be cool again but he's failing shit '

> Which Class 1 A Character would I like to Spar With?

- Honestly I'd Like to Spar with Hagakure; Truthfully speaking she's by far one of the most Harmless Characters. ( I ain't betting by life to fight Boom Boom Kid cause I have no Physical Talents whatsoever )

> Which Class 1 A Character I Never want to Spar with?

- It's either Boom Boom kid or Icy Hotty, But mostly Boom Boom Kid. He's an absolute brute at the field and he could fly with sheer anger alone. He's aggressive and I don't want to have his firework quirk blowing up my Face.

> Which Character I would Like to Befriend First?

- The Most Tame one of all ; Midoriya the Broccoli and being friends with him has a lot of benefits. I get to be part of the Protect Deku Squad and I can ask him to copy my notes since the kid is a literal copy machine. Heck he puts a copy machine to shame. You know I think that may be his quirk----

> If I Base it on my Personality would I be A Villain or a Hero?

- No Doubt I'd be a Corrupted Hero; I'm not a noble or a righteous person and Things that aren't my problem has nothing to do with me at all. I don't like it when people bark at me cause I know I tend to Bite Back I don't bark I bite.

> Would I Join an Agency Or Make My Own?

- I'd make my Own if I was given a Chance to.

> Which Characters Would I Like to Work with?

- Hawks ; He may not be the safest but he knows how to carry on one sided conversations and with precise movements and speed he could take out any villain on his own without me having to worry about hiding to the nearest pole.

> If I were To Build a Team of 7 Characters who would Be in my List Explain. ?

- Midoriya : His Quick wit and Adaptable Analysis Skills could come in Handy in Making On the spot Strategies since he always seems to look at things in a logical and rationally beneficial way.

- Bakugou : The Kid is a menace and he is made to be an aggressor so when it comes to face to face combat Having a spontaneous yet calculative Bakugou to sweep the floor clean and be the Main front liner wouldn't be a Bad Idea. He knows how a fight works and he is very resourceful with his moved and paired with his sharp mind he'd definitely be a force to be reckoned with.

- Todoroki - He is excellent at being an object of distraction and destruction. Having the enemies frozen in place is helpful in most situations and by using his fire quirk he could easily wipe out and distance the villains or enemies that's surrounding the area.

- Tamaki Amajiki : The perfect 2 in 1 combo. With his quirk he could serve as an attacker and a defender. Though picking the right food he consumes would be the key to success and his entire performance on the field will mostly reflect to the food he eats so it's wise to prepare a handful of food at a time .

- Hawks : He was built for this, Though he may not be the strongest it terms of strength but he makes up a lot when it comes to speed and agility; his fighting abilities is beyond average and it wouldn't take a genius to know that he has gained mastery over his quirk. Plus his feathers can serve as sensors to know more about the surroundings including the enemies that are present and probably their location. And he'd definitely be my main man during a chase or escape type of scenario.

- Aizawa : With Aizawa's erasure quirk and keen eyes it would be a powerful addition for the team. Plus he possesses incredible combat prowess and ingenuity with or without the use of his canceling quirk and his ability to restrain his opponents is another advantage.

- Taishiro Toyomitsu - My ultimate Defense Character. I don't think I have to explain any further with how his quirk works and the advantages of him being in the team.

> Do I Have an Oc?

- As for the Moment the OC that I have released in public is Rui. But yes I do have ongoing Oc's.

> How Many Oc's do I Have?

- The number is still undecided.

> A Character That Is The Most Similar to me Based on Personality?

- Well I asked a family of mine to answer this for me and she replied that My Personality Corresponds With Shoto's with a Mixture of Keigo. ( Even tho I don't act like it here )

> What Hair color would I Like?

- As Long as It has Sky Blue in it.

> What Eye color would I like?

- Lavender or Silver

> Which Skin tone would I Like?

- I don't know skin tone doesn't really matter for me but if I had to pick then I'd choose maybe tan or olive?

> My Top 10 Student Characters?

- Tamaki Amajiki

- Midoriya Izuku

- Katsuki Bakugou

- Todoroki Shouto

- Eijiro Kirishima

- Mina Ashido

- Tenya Iida

- Shinso Hitoshi

- Neito Monoma

- Fumikage Tokoyami

#About Me #Know Your Tumblrist #About the Marchioness #Get to Know Me

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