#fluff (maybe)

[iamotter]

I'm having a burnout so here's a SecurityAngel meme redraw

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[rsventhesecondd]

↖︎ featuring itoshi sae + itoshi rin ┆ best in mobile

sypnosis . whereas— you're blood related to two famous football players world wide. In other words, 'siblings'. 02 ◠ previous - next - masterlist

" Okay, next up is [name] and Rin! So, what are your dreams? " the teacher asked, smiling as she slowly leads them to the front of the class. 

"My dream for the future is; to be a football player, like my brother. My brother is going to be the best striker in the world, and I'm going to be the second best." Rin said nonchalantly— " And I'm gonna be a well known journalist! My dream is to follow my brothers, and watch them as they become the first and second best football player in the world!" you added with a bright smile. Rin was still in his preserved demeanor, but deep down he was ecstatic. He always was whenever talking about football or his big brother, Sae. As much as he loves his brother, he wasn't really much of talker.

Rather, just like his older brother, he never really learned how to express these unsystematical feelings of his the usual upfront and direct way— so he chose to find a different way itself. And that was communicating through football.  

But to your dismays, the brother you and Rin have admired has changed. He was no longer the unconcerned, but nevertheless caring brother. He had turned wintry, rather–cold , and unsympathetic. Who knew that the two individual flames resting inside the both of you, altering to the passion of your dreams suddenly crushed by shards of your hearts breaking into pieces, every fragment flowing through your veins. 

And so the day came where Itoshi Sae has challenged Rin on a one on one fight. Seeing Rin get shattered was almost the least of your concerns; you never really cared. All you cared about was that Sae was still there, there was still hope. You can convince him, you can do it. You swear, if you could try– you could. Right?

The best brother in the world, whom you two was so proud of could change so much in such little time? Who would've thought that he, one day would abandon the two of you just for that.. stupid sport. But is it really so.. stupid? 

"If I win, our dream is over". ,

sure, for you, there was fate– there was hope. But for Rin? It ruined him, the walls he has built was destroyed, only to rise back up higher. How could his big brother say something like that– his dream, THEIR dream.

He might gotten step on all over that day, crushed to the very last bone, guts and heart wrenching— but he gets back up. He will always get back up; his dreams over? No. He will never allow that. For Sae, maybe it is. Then keep on living with that lie, Rin thought to himself.

From that day on, he VOWS that he will make that dream come true. He will become the best striker, he will be acknowledged by his brother, he will make his brother regret their decision, he will become the best striker in the world.

You knew. You knew that this would happen, you knew that he would need to eventually leave, to eventually leave you and Rin. But despite all of that, you chose to believe. You chose to believe that he wouldn't abandon you and Rin, he isn't that type of person, no; how could he do something so harsh like that? He isn't that type of person, you know him, he's your brother– you.. you just know it! But no, he still did leave. And, you know, you tried to think positively. Maybe he wasn't selfish, he's doing this to provide for mom and dad– maybe you and Rins studies aswell.  "You're just an eyesore of an annoying little sister." 

 "you're not worth anything at

"You're not necessary in my life anymore"

"You're not necessary in my life anymore"

"You're not necessary in my life anymore"

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───────

Was what kept playing inside your head right after those thoughts. He's selfish, Sae would never do that. He would never do that for the sake of us, no.. he did this for himself, he did this because of his own wants, he doesn't give a fuck about us, we aren't shit to him. To him, we're just distant blood related relatives. The moment he stepped away, was the moment you woke up to the slumber that you have placed yourself into, the delusions you knew that were not true.

" Hello Itoshi [name] ! How does it feel being interviewed when usually you're the one interviewing people? "

"I feel slightly nervous, I'm not used to getting interviewed like this" you said with a nervous laugh. " How does it feel that your project, blue lock has skyrocketed and gained popularity worldwide? "

"I'm thankful for the support we've been getting, specially for the staff since they're doing such a great job." you said, the same bright smile you have since the old days not changing.

"Lastly, how did you come up with the idea of blue lock? Bonus— an anonymous question, How does it feel like being Itoshi Sae's sister?"

As if lost in thought, you paused for a moment. "I feel nothing as Itoshi Sae's sister. To me, he is nothing but a distant blood relative." you said, tone harshening up. "As for blue lock, " your tone softened.

" I came up with it to find an individual who can overshadow the overhyped Itoshi Sae. "

note . this may seem slightly rushed because I've been writing the same stuff over and over again. My tumblr has been glitching and it keeps on deleting 4 paragraphs worth of my work. sighh.. also, I'm going to be inactive for awhile ):

where I took inspo from ,

bonus panel, they're so cute I'm gonna explode.

taglist ᝰ.ᐟ @chaesdxll , @digsja @kimura-uzuri , @randomhumans-blog , @selmabckl , @is2sae , @simpbigtime, @imshittingforyelana , @tsumu-senpai , @sarahforever

[emmithar-blog]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/74977086

Whiskey and Snark

After a close call, Hosea has time to come to terms with just how much Arthur means to him.

“If I didn't know any better,” Dutch snuffed out his cigar, moving towards the horses, “I'd say you'd gotten attached to the little bastard.”

Felt like Dutch were reading his mind, and Hosea scowled as he followed him. “I just don't like seeing anyone get hurt.”

“Yeah, you keep telling yourself that,” Dutch smirked, checking over his horse. “You're not as cold and heartless as you pretend, my friend.”

[sonofasheepherder]

I don’t remember who from my personal life still follows me on here, but if you see this, go away.

“I don’t understand.” Will said, setting down his glass of scotch on the marble countertop of his and Hannibal’s pristine kitchen. Hannibal was chopping vegetables across from him. 

“What don’t you understand, Will?” Hannibal asked absentmindedly, not looking up from the cutting board in front of him. Will inhaled, leaning back on the counter behind him. Hannibal looked up at him briefly, admiring how his chest rose in the elegant lighting.

“Why me? What sets me aside from everyone else?” Will cocked his head to the side staring down at Hannibal, who had resumed his chopping. Brushing aside the carrot he had finished preparing, Hannibal grabbed a peeled potato and began slicing it thinly.

“Do you honestly have to ask? I thought you would have figured that out by now.” Hannibal replied. Will searched the tone of his voice for any emotion, but didn’t hear any. Hannibal always was fantastic at hiding what he was really thinking. It often frustrated Will, being unable to read Hannibal’s emotions at times.

“I do, actually. After everything you’ve put me through, I think I deserve to know why you’re obsessed with me.” Will raised an eyebrow at Hannibal, taking another sip of his drink. Hannibal fumbled his knife a bit, taken aback by the insinuation of obsession. Setting down the knife, Hannibal met Will’s eyes. Will’s demeanor shifted, becoming less cocky and more inquisitive.

“Tell me Will,” Hannibal began, moving to where Will was standing, brushing his arm against Will’s gently, reaching for the sink faucet behind Will to wash his hands. “If I had not taken such an interest in you, where do you think you would be right now?” Hannibal dried his hands, and poured himself a glass of scotch. “Would you still be teaching classes for Jack at the FBI? Would you have gone back into the field?” Hannibal sipped his scotch, setting the glass down next to the cutting board and picking up his knife to continue chopping vegetables. “Why do you think I became so interested in you?” Will lifted his chin, contemplating what Hannibal had said. He could tell this was another one of Hannibal’s mind games. After all this time he was able to catch them more often.

“You’re avoiding the question.” Will smirked. Hannibal raised an eyebrow at Will, looking into his deep blue eyes. Hannibal leaned forward over his cutting board to get slightly closer to will.

“I admire how your brain works. You know who I am, what I do, yet you continue to stay with me. That begs another pressing question, Will. Why are you so interested in me?” Hannibal smiled through his eyebrows, and resumed his chopping once again. Will was silent as Hannibal put the vegetables he had been working on into their respective dishes to cook. Taking another sip of his scotch, Hannibal looked at Will, who had a stressful look on his face.

“Well that’s not exactly fair is it? You manipulated me.” Will finally said, meeting Hannibal’s gaze. If it was a standoff he wanted, that’s what he would get. Hannibal scoffed lightly.

“All I did was bring out the real you, Will. Nothing more. I could argue that you manipulated me as well, but in the end it doesn’t matter, does it? Deep down you’re grateful for who I’ve helped you become.” Hannibal cocked a half smile, then turned to check the temperature of his roast. Will took another moment to ponder what Hannibal had said.

“Fine. Maybe I do feel liberated this way. But it’s not exactly like I imagined this life for myself.” Will shrugged, watching Hannibal’s muscles move under his white dress shirt. Hannibal could feel Will staring at him, but chose not to mention it. He liked when Will watched him work. It made him feel wanted; desired. Putting the meat thermometer down, Hannibal crossed the kitchen again and stood next to Will. He was close enough to smell Will’s refined cologne, a gift from Hannibal of course. He saw Will shift against the counter he was still leaning on. Looking down at Will, he waited for Will to look him in the eye, a game he often enjoyed playing. Will hated making eye contact, but could never resist Hannibal’s heavy piercing eyes. Will cracked, looking at Hannibal again, which made Hannibal smile.

“What is your ideal life then, Will? If not this, then what”

Will looked away. Something dark filled his face, taking the place of his previously puzzled and content smile. Hannibal was a bit taken aback by this. He didn’t expect the question to cause such turmoil. 

“What’s going through your head now?” He asked, more gently this time. He could tell Will was a bit distraught.

“Nothing. I’m fine with how things are now. At least you aren’t trying to kill me anymore, right? I’m just going to go sit down. If you need any help finishing dinner, come get me.” Will grabbed his scotch, topped it off, and then disappeared into the dining room. Hannibal took a moment to process what had happened. He had suspected that Will wanted more out of life, but after what he had just said, Will had confirmed what Hannibal had been wondering. The oven timer dinged, and Hannibal took the roast out, making two plates and garnishing them. He brought them into the dining room and sat one in front of Will, and the other across from him where Hannibal took a seat. They ate in silence. Hannibal didn’t want to push Will into speaking, and Will felt embarrassed. He figured at least Hannibal didn’t know why, but he was wrong. Hannibal knew he was embarrassed and knew why too. It was the same reason Hannibal had spent every morning waking Will up with a cup of coffee and a breakfast scramble just the way he liked it. It was the same reason he prepared gourmet food for all of Will’s rescue dogs and served it to them, never once complaining about cooking for dogs. It was the same reason why Hannibal was so protective of Will and listened outside his door for hours every night, fearing the nightmares had come back, waiting to comfort him. Hannibal knew that Will was in love with him too.

After finishing their meal, Will collected both of their plates and took them into the kitchen to clean them. Hannibal followed quietly. 

“I know you’re there.” Will sighed, scrubbing the dishes in the sink with his back turned to Hannibal. “I don’t want to talk about it.” He said, not looking up from his task. He heard Hannibal’s shoes tick against the tile floor. He felt Hannibal get closer to him. So much closer. A chill went down Will’s spine as Hannibal stood behind him silently. Hannibal inhaled deeply but softly. Will stopped scrubbing and put the dishes down in the sink, still not turning around. “Am I in your way or something?” Will said bitterly. Hannibal took another step towards Will. He was close enough now that Will could nearly feel the heat coming off of his body. Slowly, Will turned around to face Hannibal, coming face to face with him. A surge of adrenaline shot through Will upon seeing the intense look in Hannibal’s eyes. He felt terrified, yet oddly safe at the same time. “What are you doing Hannibal?” Will asked cautiously, studying Hannibal’s face desperately to try and assess the situation he was in. Hannibal breathed calmly but deeply. His eyes were fixed on Will’s. Something was hiding behind his outward emotion that Will couldn’t quite pinpoint.

“You want more, am I correct Will?” Hannibal finally said in a low, equally intense voice. Will shuddered subtly. He had no idea what Hannibal was thinking of, or what he was planning.

“I- I’m not sure I understand…” Will stumbled over his words, bracing himself against the sink behind him. Hannibal put a hand on the sink edge behind Will, leaning in to smell his hair. Will shuttered. When Hannibal had smelled Will in the past, he assumed it was because Hannibal was trying to imagine what he would taste like as his next dinner party feast. This time felt different though. It felt more intimate and intense. Will became aware of the amount of tension in the room as Hannibal stayed inches from Will.

“You do understand Will. That’s one of the things I admire most about you. You understand me on a level that no one else does. You appreciate what I do; the art I create. You flourish in it, I see that in you. What I don’t understand is how after everything we’ve gone through together, you’re still unable to tell me what you want.” Hannibal’s low voice felt like velvet against Will’s ear, causing the hair on the back of his neck to stand up. His breath against Will’s skin was almost indescribable, causing Will’s legs to buckle a bit. Will hoped Hannibal hadn’t noticed. He had, of course, but chose not to bring it up. Hannibal had a mission to get Will to say what was on his mind, and he was determined to make it happen.

“If you know what I want, why do I have to say it?” Will whispered, looking at the ground. Hannibal pulled his head back an inch or two, relieving a small amount of tension. Will exhaled, not realizing he had been breathing so shallowly. Hannibal smiled in a way that reflected the intense stare he had.

“Because, Will. You seem to dislike when I psychoanalyze you, so the only other option is talking.” He said. Will squirmed uncomfortably. He didn’t like that option. It became clear that there was only one other option. As terrifying as it sounded, Will realized what he wanted to do at that moment. Reciprocate. He paused to contemplate how he was about to permanently change their dynamic. Hannibal noticed Will’s rapidly increasing heart rate, but didn’t move. He found the tension exhilarating. Will inhaled deeply, catching Hannibal’s eyes. He finally realized what that hidden emotion in Hannibal’s eyes was; appetence. In one quick motion, Will grabbed the back of Hannibal’s head and slammed their lips together passionately. Hannibal immediately responded, kissing him back. Hannibal grabbed Will’s lower back with his right hand, using his left to brace himself against the sink as Will was. Hannibal pulled Will closer, touching his tongue to Will’s lips. Will obliged, parting his lips to deepen the kiss. Will moved his other hand to Hannibal’s waist, pulling him even closer. Their bodies were pressed together firmly against the kitchen sink. Their scents began to mix together, thrilling Hannibal. Hannibal’s hand was still bracing them as the world fell away and the tension finally began to dissolve. Tangling his fingers in Hannibal’s hair, Will moaned softly into the kiss, which caused Hannibal to smile lightly against Will’s lips. Pulling away, Will looked at Hannibal in a new way entirely. He had no idea this is what Hannibal had wanted too. When Bedelia said Hannibal was in love with him, he didn’t realize she had meant he was in love with him physically as well as emotionally. For the first time since Will had met Hannibal, he saw genuine, raw, unmasked emotion in his eyes. He saw pure love in the man who always hid his feelings behind a facade to protect his reputation. There was no longer a reason to hide from Will. They could finally be completely honest with each other.

“You never told me…” Will breathed, his hands still on Hannibal’s body. Hannibal laughed lightly.

“You never told me you wanted this either, Will.”

[lenadoyle]

Sayin’ my name it sounds so sweet, comin’ from the lips of an angel...

Hit a stroke of inspiration today listening to the absolute tune Lips Of An Angel by Hinder.

Calling your ex in the middle of the night is never a good idea, unless you’re these two.

5 years after a break up Kara calls Lena, this is the call.

I hate doing summaries shut up just pls read it 😭🖤

Read it here

[ddeokbxkki]

twelfth - holding hands

this is a continuation from this (day 4 - Heal)

“Oi Hange, don’t you think it’s time to wake up?” Levi muttered by her bedside, arms folded and legs crossed. It’s been two weeks, almost three, since Hange got herself into this state. Those who weren’t there to witness it thought that it was Hange’s recklessness that landed her in a coma state.

But Levi wasn’t one of them.

Levi was there when Hange was snatched from her horse by a titan. He saw the whole thing; she rode towards the titan, not as a mad scientist but a responsible Squad Leader that’s taking care of the new recruits. He could still hear her groan in his head when the titan gripped onto her skinny body. It all happened in a flash, his body reacted on its own; the next thing he remembered was watching Hange’s body being thrown to the ground before the titan fell dead.

What would had happened if he wasn’t there?

It was a scary thought as the image of Hange being dead crossed his mind for that brief second. Levi stared at her sleeping face; it looked like she’s sleeping peacefully and that she’s going to wake up any time soon. Unfortunately, it’s been like that for weeks.

True, his ears took a break from her rambling. He didn’t had to brace for her to barge into his room with a loud bang. He didn’t have to worry about being tackled out of nowhere. However, as stupid as it sounded, he actually missed it.

He missed her.

“You’re here again.” Erwin’s voice brought Levi back from his thoughts.

“Erwin.” Levi greeted in a monotonous voice.

“Your squad are worried about you.” Erwin walked up to the bed and stood beside Levi. “Have you been sleeping for the past few weeks?”

“Enough to keep me alive.”

“Levi,” Erwin started but was cut off by the Captain immediately.

“If you’re going to tell me that we’ve no idea when she’s going to wake up, don’t.” Levi kept his gaze on Hange’s sleeping figure. “I know that but I also know that she will wake up. Hange’s survival instinct is stronger than any cockroaches out there.”

“Alright.” Erwin answered in defeat. “I just hope that you won’t overtire your body.”

“I won’t.”

Erwin took one last glance at Hange and then Levi before he headed out of the room again.

—

The strong rays of sunlight through the window was what woke Levi up. He had no idea when did he fall asleep and when he glanced down, he realised that he had Hange’s hand in his. Same thing, Levi had no idea when did that happen.

However, what caught his attention after that was both the movement of her hand and the light squeeze he felt on his. He widened his eyes and looked up immediately.

Right there and then, he was greeted with Hange’s smiling face. It wasn’t like the ones she always gave him. She looked tired but he recognised the glint in her eyes.

“I have no idea you’re into hand holding.” Despite sounding a little hoarse, Levi did not miss the teasing tone from here.

He did not make any rude retort this time.

Instead, he gave her hand a slightly tighter squeeze.

“Only yours.”

--

You may also read this on AO3

[samwinchesterkeepsmegoing]

All Wins Count

Pairing: Platonic Jared Padalecki x Plussize!Reader

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Angst?

Word Count: 637

A/N: I had this request for another plussize!reader and a recovery pin!

This is one of the most fantastic days of your life because you are meeting Jared Padalecki. You had idolized him for as long as you could remember. He had been there for you with your struggles of self-worth, size but he had told you to always keep fighting. Your size had become a tool for gossip, some girls even saying you were pregnant at school but all that didn’t matter. Your pin is kept on the collar of your shirt and you thought of a million ways you were gonna talk to Jared Padalecki.

Everything is perfect. You got your time for your photo op and then everything hit you. The whole time you are in line you trying to remain calm in every way possible but it isn’t helping enough and you’re still struggling, heart pounding and your body shaking. You didn’t wanna mess up and look dumb in front of your idol but you didn’t wanna say nothing either. You are three people from your op with him. The jitteriness is stopped but the anxiety isn’t going away anytime soon. Before you know it, you’re next. You can see him from far away. His perfect everything but especially that smile lighting up his hazel orbs. The world around stops and then the flash goes off. Then Jared is standing alone.  

“Next person!” You hear and your legs start moving to your own accord.

You blink and look at him. “You okay, what’s your name?” He smiles, it looks like he had said something and missed it.

“I’m Y/N, I’m just really happy to meet you, I don’t really know what to say.”

His smile brightens and you see him look at your pin. “Be proud of yourself for recovering, it’s not always an easy fight.”

You can’t stop smiling like an idiot. “Thank you. You have no idea how much that means to me like seriously.”

He smiles again. “I believe that you’ll always keep fighting. You’re strong. I can tell.” He gives you a big hug. “You’re incredible too I can tell. Your heart shines outward. Don’t let others beat you down. Especially for your looks. The only look that matters is whether you’re smiling or not. Now let’s pose before my handler yells at me for taking too long.” You both laugh and do the requested pose. You look at the picture and it’s perfect. “Thank you, Mr. Padalecki.”

“No formalities. It’s just Jared.”

“Thank you, Jared. For everything.” You stand to walk away with the number to your jpeg to get your physical photo, your heart warm with joy. He had made you forget all the bad in the world.

You had also scrambled enough cash together and purchase an autograph for Jared. It had been a memorable experience to talk to him and you wanted to meet him one more time. You walk up to the counter with your printed photo. “Hi you probably don’t remember me but I really appreciate what you said during our op.”

“Of course I do. You’re the girl I spoke to after seeing your recovery pin. You’re a strong one and definitely one of the most huggable people I have met.” He smiles.

You hand him your photo and he seems to write for a bit. “Y/N, right?”

“Yes.” You blush as he hands it back. “Thank you, Jared.”

“No problem, have a nice day okay?” He gives you another smile and you leave.

You look down at the small paragraph. ‘Y/N remember to always keep fighting, it doesn’t matter how big or small you are, it’s what inside that counts as cheesy as it sounds. All wins count. ~Jared Padalecki (:’

A tear escapes your eye and you can’t help but feel extreme joy. He gives a sense of comfort that you didn’t even know existed and that would always hold a place inside of you. Your photo with him would be a reminder of the good things to come in your life from here on out.

[be-more-aquatic]

What fluff event should I do?

Vote Now! [Aquatic animal mayhem] [Memory Moment]

So after the Rev au event I wanted to do some fluff, I know a huge flippin shock, and I can’t decide! I can’t decide whether you should live or die. I’m sorry So I am allowing you all to vote! Here is a run down of the two.  Aquatic Animal Mayhem will be just some fun with the aquatic animals, Ottermy, Michaelotl, Jakey Sea and Richey. There also some new comers that will join those 4. So basically a moment to appreciate the aquatic animals that see everything that happens to Serge. It also is a nice way of saying “look at how far we came” since the animals were the main focus before.

Memory Moment is where you, the viewers, can ask for a moment in Serge’s memories, ONLY HAPPY ONES!, and you all can see them. They could be his 5th birthday, his first day taking care of Ottermy, the day he met his little sister Quincey, etc. This allows a more lore oriented event

Please vote once, but if you want both then vote for one then the other, if it allows it.