.he probably wanted to be at the viewing party

anonymous asked:

Hello, friend! I sometimes feel bad that I like games like Mystic Messenger because I know the characters are much older than me (I'm at the end of eighth grade), so I was wondering if you could do a RFA+V+Unknown reacting to a Highschool Freshman MC. I 100% understand not wanting to put a romantic relationship for any of them, so it's all up to you, I guess! Also, I'd just like to know, how has your day been?

i know the feeling dude, even though i’m 18 i still feel too young to date most of these guys  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ don’t feel bad about liking these types of games, they’re a lot better than many other addictions!

 this is going to be platonic relationships where they basically just view you as their little sister, as i don’t want our lovely characters to seem like pedophiles

my day has been awesome btw as i actually celebrated my birthday! thank you for asking, how was yours? i hope it was good ♥


Yoosung

  • He was honestly expecting you to be a lot older, probably even older than him as you were so mature
  • Honestly thought Seven had pranked him again when this young (admittedly cute, but in an “awe, she’s adorable” way) girl showed up at the RFA party and blushingly introduced herself
  • He apologized a lot that he had mentioning wanting to kiss you!
  • You kissed his cheek to tell him that it was alright and he blushed awe cute
  • Let you play video games with him and made sure you ate healthy
  • He’s basically a stereotypical brother


Zen

  • ????
  • He felt so extremely guilty for coming of as this creepy old pervert who flirted with you
  • Literally apologized so much you had to tell him to shut up
  • After he had gotten over the initial shock, he was basically acting like your guard, watching over and protecting you 24/7
  • “All men are wolves, MC!”
  • He swore to give you the big brother he never got, and was supportive of everything you did
  • unless it was dating


Jaehee

  • Well, you already felt like her sister
  • She was suprised by how young you were, but mostly because you reminded her of herself - she had also been basically grown up at that age
  • I swear she’s actually like a mom, always making sure you get enough rest and actually have time to enjoy your childhood
  • She changed up her offer a bit, asking you if you would like to help her out in the café with her during the weekends, so it wouldn’t affect your school work


Jumin

  • He was so confused
  • yOU WERE LITERALLY HALF OF HIS AGE
  • He didn’t mean to be judging, but how could someone that tiny understand him that well
  • He did feel slightly creepy for saying suggestive things to you on the messenger, but hid it until you brought up that he seemed bothered
  • Would still spoil you to no end
  • Loved to see you play with Elizabeth, as it was the purest thing he had ever seen


707

  • Of course he already knew from his background check
  • He did also see from your social media that you were smart, mature and responsible, especially for being so young
  • He honestly found you adorable, so he didn’t lie when he described you as a “cute girl” for the RFA members
  • Didn’t tell them your age just to troll them tbh
  • Felt just as protective over you as Saeran


V

  • When Seven told him about you and asked if you should join the RFA, he was kind of hesitant
  • Would you be able to organize something as big and important as the party?
  • Always the trusting person, he decided to let you give it a shot, seeing as Seven described you as seemingly responsible
  • He was extremely happy that your youthful cheeriness brought joy to all the gloomy members! He appreciated you!


Saeran/Unknown

  • He did feel kind of bad to trick such a young girl into Mint Eye’s plan
  • But as he had heard for years, “the younger they start, the better they get”
  • Suprised by how difficult you were to trick, but that only made him more positive that you were perfect for the plan
  • When everything was over, he was actually really glad to be part of your childhood, as it gave him the chance to experience it for himself


~jane

Headcanons: Dating Nathan Prescott

Originally posted by leland-as-she-is

Just had some at the back of my mind c: I’ll probably publish a part 2 - if, say, Jefferson was locked up, Rachel Amber’s case was solved and magically, Nathan Prescott is getting more treatment and care for his trauma and illness. This is written for a fem!reader, but I may do a male!reader later c: 

Disclaimer: He’s not the healthiest of choices. While dating someone with a mental disorder is completely okay, Nathan’s problems are not being properly addressed and is made worse by the abuse and manipulation by his father and Jefferson. So this relationship would probably be probably borderline toxic.

If anyone disagrees with my portrayal, feel free to approach me and we can talk about it! ^_^

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Imagine Pope being protective of you because he loves you

“We’re not taking her with us” Pope growled, glaring at Smurf from across the table.

“And why the hell not?” You asked slamming your hands down on the table. The plan was all set, Smurf wanted this meeting to make sure everyone was on the same page, but apparently, she had neglected to tell any of the boys that you were taking part in this job. It seemed that only Pope had a problem with you going.

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mysteriousanon  asked:

how would RFA + Saeran and V react to the MC(#4) actually being 6ft tall and has a muscular build when they first see her (technically 707 would see her first, right?)

Saeran and 707 would know what MC looks like first I guess? And ahh I feel like I didn’t do justice to that request I’m sorry u_u but btw I don’t use specific MC description, so no need to specificy which MC, just if you have a preference for female, male or gender neutral pronouns n_n


Yoosung : 

  • he tends to create his own little fantasies in his head; he’d imagine how MC looks like as soon as she enters the chatroom and since he can have pretty idealized and ‘traditional’ views on people; he would have probably assumed that if MC was a girl, she was a cute, small and girly one that looked like Rika
  • when he actually meets her at the party, he’d be… shocked, to say the least; he’d just stare at them with wide eyes and might be too intimidated to even talk to them until Zen and Seven make fun of him for it
  • if MC and him were together though, he’d be pretty happy and proud of his girlfriend (and turned on bc he wants to be manhandled idk) because he’d think she looks cool, but he’d be offended if someone said he didn’t look manly at all with a girlfriend taller and stronger than him


Zen :

  • he loves being able to be a prince charming, rescuing a damsel in distress and being the strong man he prides himself to be; so when he sees MC is actually taller and stronger than him; he might be a little disappointed - not that he doesn’t like women who don’t need anyone to protect them and can handle themselves, but he just loves being depended on
  • once he goes past his slightly wounded ego, he’d be interested to know how she works out and what kind of exercises she prefers as well as tips she might have to be as fit and strong as she is
  • if MC and him were together, he would be surprised the first time they meet but he’d still shower them in compliments and tell them how beautiful they are to him; plus it’d be great if they were fit and exercised regularly since that would mean they’d be able to work out together


Jaehee :

  • she’d be surprise for sure, but sooo happy and admirative of MC’s body; she’d be excited to find another woman who can kick ass like her and she’d be fascinated by her muscles too
  • she’d want to know, like Zen, about the way they exercise and all that and she’d express the respect she has for MC 
  • if MC and her were together, she’d fall even more in love with MC when she sees her the first time and her imagination will definitely run wild to a point where she might need to excuse herself for a minute so she can calm down


Jumin :

  • definitely not the kind of woman he usually meets - be it his father’s girlfriends or the women who are interested in him - they are always the same type, but MC certainly looks different from them
  • he wouldn’t care so much about what MC looks like but he’ll still be surprised; however I feel like he wouldn’t say or think much about it? He doesn’t care enough about people’s appearances to have an opinion about it but he might comment on how rare it is for him to meet a strong woman and that he was glad MC wasn’t like the women he usually has to deal with 
  • if MC and him were together, he’d be amused at how MC always managed to surprise him but he wouldn’t mind at all what she looked like, he already loves her anyway and he already knew her looks wouldn’t change his feelings but he’d make sure that the medias never say anything bad about her appearance


707 :

  • when he first found out, he was surprised yet happy because he looked forward to seeing the RFA’s faces when they meet MC; he’d lie to Yoosung and Zen and tell them MC was small and cute just so he could enjoy their reactions when they find out MC is taller and stronger than them
  • he’d ask MC if he could photoshop his face on pictures of her, so he could make everyone believe he was ripped; or he’d ask if she wanted to dress up as him on the day of the party and he’d dress up as a girl and pretend to be MC just to mess with the RFA a bit
  • if MC and him were together, he’d always make up stories about them being a couple of superheroes, saving the world together - him with his hacking skills and her with her strength - but he’d love how strong and tall she is since she’d be able to help him with a bunch of pranks he couldn’t do by himself; but he’d just love having a strong s/o in general (as long as she doesn’t make him workout)


V :

  • he’d be surprised but he’d be happy that the RFA can have so many different kind of people and he’d be very interested in talking to MC since he didn’t have the opportunity to talk on the chat very often, he’d want to find out what made her want to be so fit, if it was for a sport or just because she liked it, how and when she started..
  • I think V’s the type of person who finds beauty everywhere, in everyone and all that, so definitely not the judgmental type, if anything he’d be impressed by MC’s strength and he’d joke that Jumin’s finally not the tallest member in the RFA; he’d just make sure MC is comfortable the whole time during the party and no one bothers her for her appearance
  • if MC and him were together, he might be a little self conscious since he’s pretty thin and not very muscular, but he’d love how strong his s/o is and he’d love taking pictures of her; being with someone who looks strong might also make him able to rely on her mentally and not shoulder all the responsibilities by himself all the time


Saeran :

  • he should be the first one to find out since he ‘chose’ MC (although I guess it wouldn’t be the best tactical choice bc she could kick his ass when he tries to kidnap her) but eh, with how Saeran seems to be, he’d probably choose MC as a way to challenge himself, like to prove that he’s the best because he doesn’t want to take the easy way to do things idk
  • but maybe he’d choose her because he’s the opposite of her with his frail body, he might feel like she can share her strength when ‘they go to heaven together’ or whatever but this might also make him jealous that she can be strong and he can’t
  • if MC and him were together, he’d be insecure because he’s not like her but he’d feel safe with her, and that’d be a first for him, he’d feel like someone is protecting him
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There’s something I noticed after playing Joseph’s route. So, Robert warns you about Joseph, and Joseph informs you that he and Robert were a thing once. If you go on the second date with Joseph, Mary is cantankerous and rude to you because she knows that you and Joseph are getting closer, probably because she knows that he’s cheated before.

Yet, she still hangs out with Robert.

Does she know Robert slept with her husband? Did Robert ever tell her? If he did, what exactly did he tell her? He couldn’t have just come out and told her the very complicated truth, because she seems so vitriolic towards the player character when she even thinks he and Joseph might be getting close. It would have ruined their friendship. So did he try to paint the whole thing as Joseph’s fault?

If he didn’t tell her, does he plan on just keeping the secret forever? Just letting Mary think that her husband slept with some rando and now only Joseph gets the blame for it, while he’s free to vilify Joseph all he wants to stay in Mary’s good graces and try to come out like the wounded party? Even though he knowingly slept with his best friend’s husband?

Furthermore, why does Mary stay with Joseph if she’s so damn unhappy? Like, she obviously cares very little for her children, and almost seems to resent them. Whatever love she had for Joseph is long since dead, and she views him as a pathetic, plastic man. The whole situation just seems to exacerbate her incredibly evident depression, and getting out would probably do her a world of good. So why would she want to reconcile with a cheating man she doesn’t love and keep the family she’s, at best, ambivalent to?

I guess what I’m trying to say is that Mary, Robert, and Joseph are all terrible people, and anyone who tries to outright demonize them and/or ignore all the glaring faults they have annoys me.

Virginian in denial (Jeffmads) Chp.2

“Again?” James sighed, seeing that Thomas’s old purple Mustang was parked at an angle in the driveway.

Thomas had gotten the car from a yard sale. It had horrible fuel efficiency, (unlike James’s “rinkydink” car) but Thomas liked to show it off down town.

James backed into the driveway with his front right wheel in the grass.

Feeling too tired and stressed to deal with it now, James decided he would talk to Thomas about it in the morning.

James grabbed his heavy school bag out of the passenger seat and walked up the stairs to the apartment.

When he got to the second door he noticed the it was unlocked, a bad habit of Thomas. Just another thing he would have to talk to Thomas about in the morning.

As James walked in Thomas got up from the couch smiling, “I thought I heard tiny leprechaun footsteps coming up the stairs.”

“Hysterical.” James said flatly as he walked over and leaned his head on Thomas’s chest, he was so tired.

“Aww, little baby need a nap?” Thomas teased wrapping his arms around him.

James sighed, “No, I still want to cram in a few more hours of studying, then I won’t have to do as much on Sunday, leaving more time on-”

Thomas pulled James off of him with a concerned expression, “Are you even going to be alive in a few hours?”

James shook his head, which was starting to throb, “I’m fine I just need to-”

“Go to sleep! No offense Madie, but you look like shit.”

James was starting to get annoyed, he was fine a minute ago until Thomas started yelling, “Just leave me alone-”

“No, I’m not going to let you mess yourself up! Especially since you’re generally not the most healthy person.” Thomas started grabbing James’s bag.

“Thomas, let go! All my notes are in there!” James tried to tug his bag back, which made his head throb even more.

“All I’m asking you to do is take a break for one night!! Is that too much to ask?!” Thomas yanked the bag hard out of James’s grip.

The force of the bag overwhelmed Thomas as he fell back with it dropping beside him with a load snap.

Snap?! What’s in there that could snap!? James’s brain raced, as he noticed parts of his bag becoming…darker?

“Oh, NO! NO! NO!” The sudden realization hit James as he ran to his bag, pulling out his broken water bottle.

Thomas rubbed his head sitting up, “Thanks for helping me u-”

“THEY’RE ALL RUINED!” James cried, as he pulled out his soaking papers, years of work, out of his bag.

Thomas looked down at James’s bag, eyes wide, “Madie! I’m sorry-”

“Why are you always trying to keep me from my work?!” James shouted, Thomas had never seen him this angry before.

“I’m sorry! I thought-” Thomas looked at James like a scared child.

James’s head felt like it was about to burst, “You thought what!? That if I fail they’ll be someone left here to take care of your sorry ass!?”

Thomas stared at James, hurt. Tears were forming in his eyes as he looked at James, searching for an apology.

James looked away from him and back at his smeared notes, focusing on the throbbing anger in his head.

The throbbing was so loud that he didn’t notice the sound of an old purple Mustang backing out of the driveway, and down the street.

———-*———-

“Meds-day,” or at least that’s what Thomas had called it.

It was annoying when one of James’s many pills started to get low, making him drive all the way up to the hospital to schedule a “refill.”

As the Hospital’s automatic doors slid open, James saw the desk clerk twirling a pencil around their short curly black hair.

Sally had always been a good friend.

She was usually a quiet and shy person, but James noticed she was very loud and expressive around close friends.

Right now she was wearing her nurse uniform under a school letterman jacket from the lost and found.

She had on small gold square earrings that matched the gold letters on her black name tag that was pinned on her jacket.

“Miss. Hemmings.” James smiled, as Sally looked up from her phone, her eyes lighting up.

“Mr. Madison.” Sally laughed, “So what’d ya run out of this time?”

“Expectorants.” James said watching as she typed away on the old desktop keyboard.

“Stupid thing…” Sally had a frustrated expression as she repeatedly clicked the mouse, “So, how’s Thomas?”

How should I know? James thought, it had been a week since the argument. They hadn’t talked to each other since, James wanted to apologize, but it never felt like the right time.

“He’s fine,” James responded, Probably.

“Well, if you guys want to hang out, Maria and I are throwing a party at our apartment tonight.”

“I’ll probably just end up studying.” James said looking up at the wall clock behind the desk, 9:27pm. Late party.

“Ok well, the file finally sent to the pharmacy and Doctor Sawyer, your drugs should be here in a few days.” Sally said with a quirky smile.

“Thanks, Sally.” James started walking out the door before Sally called out to him, “Oh James by the way! Get some rest, there are bags under your eyes!”

James rolled his eyes as he stepped in his car, looking at his rear view mirror, Are they that bad?

James noticed a tall figure walking into the hospital. They had large black hair like Thomas, but what would Thomas be doing at the hospital?

James decided it was probably just a look-alike. Thomas and him would probably laugh about it in the morning, if he could ever apologize…

END CHAPTER TWO

15strawberri3s  asked:

Hello! If you're still taking hug prompts, how about Pidge hugging Shiro?

Ahh, I love these two!  Thanks for the prompt!


Shiro sat up on Black’s nose, away from the chaos of the village.  He was glad the people here had embraced the paladins, and he was glad the others were taking the chance to let off some steam and enjoy the party.  He just needed a break from it all, a moment by himself away from the crowds.

He felt like he could breathe again.

After a few minutes, he thought he should probably go back to the party, but he wasn’t sure he could bring himself to do it.  The sun was setting, and he had a great view from up here, and he still didn’t want to be among all those strangers.

A clanging noise beneath him drew his attention away from the horizon, and he looked down to see Pidge climbing up Black’s leg toward him.  He smiled, but stayed put, waiting for her.  If she wanted him to go to the party, she’d be yelling for him, not climbing up to meet him, so maybe she needed the break, too.

When she reached him, Shiro twisted sideways to look at her, watching as she walked over to stand behind him.  "Hey.“

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders just as he was tipping his head back to look at her, and he almost clocked her in the chin with the back of his head, stopping himself just in time.  "Hey,” she answered.

He wanted to ask why she was here, but he didn’t want to sound like he was interrogating her, so he waited a few breaths instead, reaching his hands up to wrap around her arms and keep them around him.  She readjusted, kneeling so she could lean against him at a better angle, with her head propped on his shoulder.  He leaned his head sideways, nudging hers affectionately.  "You need a break, too?“

"Sort of.  I dunno.  Mostly I just wanted to make sure you were ok.  I know you don’t like being called Champion like that.”

He grunted in agreement.  That was true.  He’d tried to convince himself it wasn’t why he was up here, but - it was true.

“I mean, it makes sense, though.  I wouldn’t want people to talk about me like all I ever did was - you know.”

He did know, and he hated that as time went on, more and more of the paladins would know, too.  Pidge had killed Haxus, and she wasn’t the only one who’d had to face killing someone sentient.  It had been necessary.  It had been the only way to stay alive.  It still hurt.

“Anyway, the sunset’s nice up here,” Pidge continued, rambling a little in his ear.

“Yeah,” he agreed, “It is.”  When she was quiet for another long moment and he realized she wasn’t going to leave, he leaned backward into her a little bit, and she pulled her arms a little tighter around his shoulders.  They watched the sun sink under the horizon in silence, figuring the others would come get them if they were needed back at the party.

daphtheowner  asked:

Argument and make up hc with law, zoro and ace my babes? <3 ( i'll call you for chit chat later, bc i'm working now loool )

Sorry for the long wait!!! Hope you enjoy these :)

Law

  • He honestly didn’t know why they were arguing. He definitely wouldn’t be shouting, but you could definitely see the ticked off look on his face
  • Cue pinching of the bridge of his nose, blank stares and even a few scoffs
  • At first he would dismiss whatever they were arguing about, pushing it to the back of his mind before returning to his work.
  • However, after some time (probably a couple days) he would realise that he missed his s/o’s presence. Being the stubborn man he is, he wouldn’t have admit it before. But he would turn to say something to them, only to realise they weren’t there. And that really bothered him, more so than whatever they had argued about
  • Law would directly go and seek them out, however he would wait for an opportunity for when it was just the two of them.
  • Cautiously, quietly, he would ask them if he could speak to them-consciously being gentle and respectful. If they said no, he would concede and let them know that when they were ready to talk, he would be there. If they agree, he would take them to his office, and sit down in front of them, face-to-face.
  • First and fore-mostly, he would dissect exactly what they were arguing about (although he had this pre-planned since he couldn’t stop thinking about it before), breaking it down and working through to a solution or compromise together.
  • Any argument would probably be because of a lack of understanding on either parties side. However once everything is cleared up, even if it wasn’t his fault per se-he would apologise. He doesn’t like fighting with his s/o, so he would apologise for the situation
  • His view of a make-up is docking the ship and taking them on a date, just the two of them with no crazy crew to cause trouble (of course they probably cause trouble anyway).
  • He would walk around the town, holding their hand or with his arm around them, letting them choose and lead. He would pay for whatever they want and sneakily by them a gift, something they had been eyeing but didn’t want Law to know about (because they knew he would buy it)
  • The whole day would just be showering his s.o in affection (or at least his version of it)
  • And most of all, he would make a conscious effort for the issue to never arise again and to stick to the solution/compromise.

Zoro

  • He could not stop scowling. Although he tends to yell at others (Sanji) in arguments, with his s/o its the opposite. He just doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t want to argue, he just wants the problem to go away.
  • But when his s/o leaves, he begins to panic. Just because he didn’t want to argue, doesn’t mean he wanted his s/o to leave. They weren’t the problem!
  • However, he would probably stew on the issue. Going off to train by himself, he would be a lot quieter than usual, constantly thinking about everything his s/o would say to him.
  • He would definitely go to Robin for some advice. He would feel guilty regardless of what the argument was about-and he has a few ideas about how to make up. But to clear his head, talking to Robin was helpful because his s/o most likely had already vented to her. 
  • Upon talking through the issue, he would set about his plan (with some help from the others)
  • As soon as everything was ready, he would go confront them (regardless of who was around or the situation). He would look them in the eye and give them flowers, bowing deeply in apology. With a deep blush on his face, he would pour his heart out. He would explain his own feeling about whatever they were arguing about, talking through everything that he had spent the last week chewing over.
  • Once he had finished, he would wait for their response. If it was negative, he would leave them alone until they approached him, giving them space. If it was positive, he would quickly embrace them and proceed as planned.
  • This plan would include; a dinner on deck, just the two of them (despite Luffy’s protest), under the night sky-the crew having dispersed to give them some alone time. The dinner would include their favourite meal (curtesy of Sanji) plus a little thing Zoro had made for them (something Sanji had watched and helped with despite protest).
  • During the dinner, he would attempt to sort out the argument, tentatively replying and basically having a DnM. After which, the two of them would spend the rest of the time enjoying each other’s company once again.

Ace

  • For lack of a better word, he was fired up. There wouldn’t be yelling or anything physical, but there was definitely a bite to his replies. You would know he was really angry when fire danced on his shoulders.
  • Realising he was getting too angry, he would remove himself from the situation. Cold turkey, stopping the argument mid way through and just leaves.
  • His s/o may chase him, but he would probably get Marco to stop them, letting him have his space.
  • Alone he would calm himself down, sort out all his thoughts which were going crazy. Although he hates leaving confrontation half way through, he has since learnt that he needs to be calm in order to think properly.
  • He would definitely be hating himself for the fight, blaming it all on himself.
  • And so he write a letter. And it would be a looooong letter. In it he would address everything that had been brought up, his thoughts and feelings, but also apologies. He would talk about how sorry he was, how he would do everything in his power to work with them to sort everything out. It would get very emotional. And he would probably have to rewrite it a few times because he burnt it.
  • He would also talk it out with Whitebeard, relying on him for guidance.
  • He would get someone he trusted to read over the letter to make sure it didn’t sound stupid. Probably Marco or Thatch, and they would never tease him for it. Not when he basically bared his soul to his s/o
  • He would leave the letter on their bed, or somewhere they would find it. And then wait. He would leave the next move up to them
  • In the mean time, he would compile their favourite things and organise a little date on board for the two of them. 
  • When they finally make up (probably with lots of tears), he would embrace them gently, placing kisses gently, slowly all over their face. He would whisper how much he loved them, how much they mean to him and how apologetic he was
  • And whatever the problem was, he would never repeat his actions (if it was something he did). And he would definitely be more conscious of the things he does in the future.
Cat-astrophe

Here is my final fic! 22/22! It ended up longer than I expected, so I probably won’t get the next chapter of TTQ out tonight because I’m going out for my birthday, and I’ll be spending the next couple days with a friend, but I’ll either post it at some point this weekend or post two chapters on Monday. Anywho, enjoy 3k of shenanigans!

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Catastrophe

“A-A-Achoo!” Plagg sneezed as Adrien glanced around the street to make sure the coast was clear. He had to meet Ladybug for a patrol soon and needed a safe place to transform without being spotted.

“You okay, Plagg?” He glanced down at his kwami with a frown, eyebrows creased together worriedly. The small black cat rubbed his nose with a groan and sniffled.

“I’m fine,” He grumbled stuffily.

“Are you sure?” Adrien cocked a brow, and Plagg nodded. “Alright…Plagg, transform me!”

In hindsight, Adrien probably should have been a bit more concerned about Plagg, but how was he supposed to know what would happen if he transformed? It was partially his fault, but Plagg could have spoken up about it sooner, especially once Adrien found out it had happened before. In a flash of green light, Adrien’s world changed in an instant, and he found that suddenly everything was a lot…bigger. He blinked a few times to make sure he was seeing things correctly, craning his neck to see the top of the car parked on the street.

Uh-oh. The thought wasn’t his own, but the voice that carried it was familiar.

Plagg! What the heck just happened? Adrien glanced down to see two fuzzy paws on the ground. His two fuzzy paws. Plagg!

So, funny story… Adrien raced to the nearest shop window and stretched up to confirm that he hadn’t gone crazy. I should have seen this coming.

How did this happen? And why are you in my head? Adrien demanded.

Um, it’s kind of complicated, but it’s happened before. Don’t worry it’s totally fixable. All we have to do is find the guardian’s house, and he can get us back to normal. Plagg explained.

Okay, where does he live?

I don’t remember.

I hate you so much.

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Headache

Request: Would it be okay if I request number 11 with Got7’s Junior?

11)  Your best friend asks out your bias.

Member: Got7′s Jinyoung x Y/N x (ft. JB)

Type: Fluff


“I swear, if you do it again, you’ll regret it!” Jinyoung threatened with wide eyes. 

I watched from my spot, leaned against the door jam of his bedroom at the Got7 dorm as he argued with my best friend, Min. 

“Like I’m really scared of you Park Jinyoung,” Min giggled, her face already flush with pink. She grabbed at his hair again, scrubbing a hand through the tendrils and laughed even harder. 

“That’s it!” Jinyoung shouted, launching towards Min and tickling her sides. She screeched in return, writhing beneath Jinyoung’s touch. 

I rolled my eyes and began to turn as I smacked directly into JB. 

“Yah, they’re disgusting, aren’t they?” he chuckled, eying Min and Jinyoung warily. “I would tell them to get a room, but they’re in one.”

I chuckled more to be polite than to actually validate what Jaebum was saying. I kept my back turned to the laughter and shrieks behind me. 

Jinyoung was my best friend, but so was Min. I didn’t think that when I introduced the two a few weeks ago that I would be imposing self inflicted torture on my heart. 

Granted, Min didn’t know that I had any sort of feelings toward Jinyoung, but I figured she’d at least have a tidbit of friendship intuition. I was definitely wrong. As I brought her in front of him for the first time, she immediately became a heart-eyed emoji and all but started drooling at the mouth. There was no stopping her flirt mode once it had been started and I instantly began kicking myself in the ass. I should’ve known better. 

“Yah, Y/N,” Jaebum said, shaking his hand in front of my face. “Earth to Y/N.”

“Ah, sorry oppa,” I sighed, shaking my head of any thoughts I had previously. I sidestepped him and began walking toward the living room, continuing my trek until I got to the balcony. 

“Hey Y/N,” Jaebum said from behind me. I paused while pulling on the door handle leading to the balcony. “Everything okay?”

“Just peachy,” I mumbled, shouldering the door and stepping onto the platform and out into the fresh air. I plopped onto one of the camping chairs the boys had haphazardly thrown out there and looked up to the sky. I very rarely came out to the balcony except to talk to Jinyoung. This was usually where we discussed what book we had recently read or anime we had binge watched. It was our place of calm when we wanted to escape the crazy atmosphere his group members so often created. 

After a few moments, a door slamming near the front of the dorm caused me to jump. There weren’t enough members home to incite that large of an argument in the middle of the day, so my suspicions immediately arose. I stood, beginning to make my way back inside as Jinyoung met me at the door, instead pushing me back out onto the balcony. 

“This is where you went to,” he said breathlessly, an embarrassed smile on his face. 

I remained wordless as I watched him cautiously. He eased past me and leaned against the railing, looking out to the common courtyard area below. 

“You never told me about Min,” he said after a few minutes of silence. 

“..Ex-excuse me?” I stuttered. I leaned beside him and gave him another curious look.

“As in, you never told me about her feelings,” Jinyoung nodded, raking a hand through the back of his hair.

I winced, biting my tongue from all of the possible dialogues that could come flying out of my mouth. 

“She just asked me if I would like to go to dinner with her…the next time I’m free,” JInyoung continued with a nod. “Kind of forward about it…her abrasiveness was almost frightening.”

I furrowed my brows, unsure of where this was going. Surely Jinyoung wasn’t inferring that he didn’t feel similarly to Min as she did for him. 

“I’m sure you heard the slamming door,” he sighed. “Granted, I would probably be pretty upset too if I put my feelings on the line and was told that the opposite party wasn’t interested.”

I lifted my eyebrows, remaining in silence. I tried to get the thought into my head. Jinyoung had shut down MIn. I was conflicted. I wanted for Min to be happy, to experience joy, love and happiness. The other side of me. however, was bursting at the seems. I hummed, hoping to acknowledge i was listening while simultaneously hiding my excitement. 

“Jinyoungie,” I sighed, leaning to get a better view of his face. “How exactly did you let her down?”

“Well…she asked if I wanted to go out for barbecue on Saturday,” Jinyoung nodded, a mischievous grin slowly growing on his face. “I told her I think I’m going to have a headache that night.”

“Park Jinyoung!” I gasped, swatting him on the arm. He clutched at his bicep in mock pain, stumbling backwards onto one of the chairs. Actor Jinyoung mode had been activated. 

“Aish, Y/N,” he groaned. “Did you have to hit me so hard?”

“Did you have to be so rude to my friend?” I retorted, sitting in the seat alongside him. 

“Well…she wasn’t exactly getting the point when I tried to politely decline,” Jinyoung chuckled, rubbing his arm one last time. “Plus…I’m unsure if you’ve noticed, but my dynamic with her isn’t fit for dates.”

“What exactly does that mean?” I asked, lifting my brows. From what I had noticed, any time I was around, they could hardly keep their hands from each other. 

“We don’t talk,” he sighed, looking away from me. “When you aren’t there, things are so awkward. We’re reduced to picking on each other and nearly wrestling each time because it’s less painful than trying to start a conversation.”

And here I was this whole time, convincing myself that he was flirting with her. I felt like a fool.

“I want a girl with substance,” he continued. “Someone who can discuss topics, world events, literature. I want a girl who genuinely listens when I talk and cares about what I have to say. Min just stared at my lips the whole time…it made me uncomfortable.”

“You are so hard to figure out Jinyoung,” I chuckled, pulling my knees to sit under my chin. “Don’t most guys adore the attention of being flirted with?”

“I do not enjoy having my body objectified Y/N,” Jinyoung said, his expression completely deadpanned. “I am more than just a pretty face.”

“Oh my god,” I moaned, rolling my eyes. “That did not just come from your mouth.”

His face immediately went back to a smile as he began to giggle. “I want a girl who isn’t going to cut me any slack. A girl that cares about me and isn’t afraid to be comfortable around me. That being said, aren’t you going to ask if I want to get barbecue Saturday night?”

I stopped mid laugh and looked at Jinyoung with wide eyes. I was frozen. Did the words that i think he said really come out of his mouth? Or was this a weird, delusional fantasy I had imposed on my reality by being lost deep in thought. 

“What?” I grunted. My eloquence obviously slays. 

“Please don’t tell me you plan on having a headache that night,” he smiled. 

“Well no, but…you want to go on a date? With me?” I choked out. 

“You’re the only one on this balcony,” he laughed. “And the only female currently at the dorm, so yes, I would assume I am inferring that I would like to take you out Saturday night.”

“Me,” I whispered again, looking down at my hands. I was trying to internalize the sudden turn of events. I had preconditioned myself for so long to see Jinyoung eventually taking Min out that this had turned into a completely illogical situation in my mind. I was lagging. 

“We can discuss new animes over meat and I can tell you how pretty you are through the haze of pork belly,” he sighed. “It’ll be wonderful.”

I nodded slowly, a small smile forming on my lips. “I think it would be wonderful as well.”

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It didn’t matter that they’d won by a staggering amount of points, Akira was still in a foul mood. Between the shit talk on the court and the prying questions of the press Akira was in no mood to celebrate. All he wanted to do was go to his room and drown himself in a hot shower and shitty pay-per-view movies on the hotel television. It wouldn’t be the first celebration party he’d skipped out on and it probably wouldn’t be the last either. The rest of the Foxes could celebrate, Akira just wanted to stew. And stew as far away from copious amounts of alcohol as possible. It was always at his lowest moments that he thought about it. He’d feel guilty about it later, sure, but in the moment Akira knew he was at his weakest. And when he was around the Foxes…there were few good examples to turn to when things went from bad to worse.

He hadn’t spoken much on the bus ride back to the hotel and he’d waited until everyone had gone up so he could catch an empty elevator. He didn’t want to get caught up in pretending to celebrate with the others, the few that were actually grinning from ear to ear. So he was less than pleased when a person’s hands darted between the closing doors, jerking them back open. He was even less pleased to find it was someone he actually knew. Barely holding back a scowl Akira looked away from them. “Lucky catch.” 

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Ok, so now I want a short Mai + palace intrigue drabble ...(if you're ok with that anyway. You just piqued my interest.)

“How was your moon-viewing?” Zuko asked without opening his eyes as she sat down on the edge of the bed.

‘I hate everyone,” she told him blandly, and it was one of those times when she herself couldn’t tell if she meant it as a joke or not.

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I don't know if anyone else feels like this but I just want to say how much I adore the fact that Stiles still calls his father "Daddy", it really speaks to his state of mind and how close he feels to his father from a child's perspective, because so many people grow out of that by the time they're teenagers, especially boys, it gives me all kinds of Claudia-related headcanons, like he called him that alot right after she died because of a comfort thing and just .. never grew out of it, and 1/?

never saw a reason to, he never tries to distance himself from his father or draw a line in the sand between parent and child with being “too old” for something, and I don’t know I just think it’s really sweet that he’s still attached to those childhood things that most people let go of as they get older and more importantly that Stiles *doesn’t care* that most people have grown out of them, he has zero fucks to give about anyone thinking he’s too close to his father and that’s a very very rare thing because most teenagers go through the “ew parents” phase and I don’t know it’s just brings such an interesting dynamic to Stiles’ mindset, in my opinion, that he still clings to little things like that and doesn’t care that it isn’t the socially accepted “normal” thing.

This just makes me want to cry, tbh. The relationship between Stiles and his dad punches me in the gut every time. I mean, Stiles calling the Sheriff daddy can be seen as light-hearted and funny and as a totally Stiles thing to do. I wouldn’t be surprised if the reason Stiles called the Sheriff daddy is because it always makes the Sheriff groan - a whole “daddy, daddio” thing - and it stuck because, well, this is Stiles and he’s a little shit. But at the same time, yeah. Stiles rebels, we all know he lives to try push buttons that shouldn’t be pushed - even when he knows it will try his dad’s patience - but the thought of his dad ever being disappointed in him kills Stiles and I think if there is one person he wants the approval of, it’s his dad. 

All the parent - kid relationships in Teen Wolf are surprisingly mature, though. At least, in terms of the “ew parents” phase. You have struggle and misunderstanding between them but I don’t recall anyone being embarrassed by their parents?? But then again, when we first meet all the characters, they are all around 15/16 which is typically more of a rebellious phase than an embarrassed phase (at least, from my own point of view)?? At the same time though, I definitely think Stiles is that kid who has no shame in hugging his dad goodbye in front of his friends - probably actually runs back to hug him if he forgot - or calling him during a party, even if it will lose him “social cred”. Stiles is proud of his dad, happily admits he takes after him and yeah, I do think he clings to him in a lot of ways and it breaks my heart because all Stiles really wants is for the Sheriff to tell him he trusts him, that he’s proud of him and couldn’t have asked for a better son. Alas, what Stiles gets instead is told he’s not trustworthy and if he could have been more like Scott, that would have been great. Joke or not, it still stings. A lot. You see it on Stiles’ face every time the Sheriff makes some kind of reference to his character - whether it’s real or Stiles is imagining it. 

That being said, the Stilinski men love each other a fuck ton and it’s my hope one day Stiles will get that super big hair ruffle he’s always wanted and be told he’s the best kid the whole damn world has ever seen. (It is also my hope this will take place while Stiles is mid-skype call with Derek who is just all damn right he deserves that hair ruffle….fUCK Stiles’ hair is nice….it looks extra shiny today too…is it weird I have a thing for his hair? I wish I could run my fingers through it right now. OH GOD, I’m internally rambling….and at the most inappropriate moment. Is the Sheriff looking at me? Shit, smile Hale. What is it they say about people who live together? Does that apply to people in long distance relationships? All the while Erica is cackling in the background because, “you do know you’re saying all of that out loud, right? Oh Der-Bear, soon, you’ll even start wearing those awful, ironic t-shirts of his too.” Glaring, Derek is not going to admit he does, in actual fact, already have three of Stiles’ “ironic” t-shirts under his pillow upstairs - he’s a werewolf dammit and his nose has needs - but fuck if he isn’t thinking about them now…and smiling like a giant idiot.)

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i dont know what is it but sometimes i feel like dyl really doesnt like TW anymore, like in the interviews for AAs. some of them he threw some shade, and another interview he was like hes not going to the viewing party if its at jeff's (he did say because he throws huge parties and he wants intimate) idk, maybe i am reading to much into it

i think you’re def reading too much into it and with ALL of your emotions, too, so keep that in mind. i havent actually sat down and watched any of the aa interviews but i have seen some gifs, and tbh what i saw wasn’t negative in any way so i probably haven’t seen what you saw (or reading it is different from hearing it, i know, but still). what i want to direct your attention to, however, was the way he talked about teen wolf during comic con, really not that long ago remember, and he certainly didn’t seem to be feeling that way at ALL from what i gathered. i have seen plenty of posts with receipts on dylan’s feelings towards teen wolf (from this year), and i have no time to go pulling them for you right now, but trust me when i say there is no actual evidence that could make me think dylan o’brien isn’t completely in love with his teen wolf family and misses the hell out of them and the experience every day. just because his career has been going in a different direction for awhile doesn’t take anything away from how he feels towards the show that got him started and the people he grew up with, not just the cast.

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What a wonderful Saturday,like most of students,Yuuya like weekend, however his reason was a little different,he want to run away from the annoying school life for a while.he doesn’t like school,but that’s the duty for being a student.suppose something will make him want go to school…probably is his beloved girl,Tohko.

now yuuya was settle down in an armchair to reading some books,also gazing the view outside the window,It’s quiet and leisurely afternoon,though his parents are at home,but they won’t bother him,so he can enjoying the peacefulness.

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Hey guys! Go listen to Style by Taylor Swift because lovely emmajean41 made me realize it goes perfectly with our story:) Also I hope you like this and we wish you all a very Merry Christmas<3 Love you guys! xx-Z.

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Hi, I liked your Fushimi meta post and I wanted to ask what you think about Fushimi and his interactions with Munakata and scepter4. I think hes more comfortable in scepter4 then in homra but I wanted to know your thoughts thanks.

Sorry this took a while to reply anon, I really like Scepter 4 and I have lots of thoughts on that whole dynamic (can open, worms everywhere) so I’m afraid it ended up all weird and long again, sorry.

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Furthest Thing - Part 1

Demi hadn’t been spending a lot of her free time at home lately, she’d started going out almost as frequently as she used to. In the beginning she hadn’t particularly enjoyed it, in fact she would’ve rather stayed at home with a cup of tea and the ID channel. Maybe it was her recovery that made her feel that way, how far she’d gotten, maybe it was just her changing, but she didn’t get the same kick out of going out and forgetting everything like she used to. But when she and Wilmer had broken up for good, something had changed in her, and her desires of proving him wrong had taken over her every thought.

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Protection.

Derek hale imagine for anon named Avery. The first I love you. I hope you all enjoy, let me know if you have any other requests!

 I was just following my gut instinct, I just wanted to protect him.

 When Ethan told me there was going to be a rave at Derek’s loft, I didn’t think that Derek didn’t know about it. So when I showed up and had to push my way through the throng of dancing, sweaty, paint covered bodies, I assumed he knew they were here. 

I came with Lydia, letting her dress me in a tight white crop top, and cheeky high wasted shorts, expecting to show off more skin than I usually did. She was the only one who knew how I felt about him, that my small crush had turned into something more. Tonight was the night I was going to impress him, show him that I could be as enticing as the other girls who caught his eye. Usually during pack meetings we’d catch one another’s eye, quickly glancing away with a smile before anyone could notice. He’s saved my life on numerous occasions, never expecting anything in return but the knowledge that I was safe. Sometimes we would stay up late after everyone else left and just talk about life, he was so much more than the hard exterior people saw.

 As soon as we walked in Lydia forcefully pushed me towards the paint table while she went off somewhere to talk to Aiden. The girl who painted me was someone I didn’t recognize, she didn’t speak once, only smiled as she showed me the intricate pattern of glowing flowers she painted on my exposed stomach.

 For an hour I pretty much walked around the party looking for someone familiar to talk to, but everyone I came across seemed paired up with a respective partner, hell even Stiles was making out with some girl in the corner. I’d combed the whole loft with still no sign of the sour wolf, which led me to believe that Ethan was full of shit when he said Derek knew. There was surely going to be hell to pay when he comes in here and finds his place taken over by drunken teens.

 “Avery, Hi!” Ethan slurred as he slung an arm around my shoulder. “Hey there, nice party.” I smiled, taking a sip of the drink Danny had shoved in my hands earlier.

 “You don’t look like your having any fun.” He dramatically frowned, leading me towards the slew of bodies in the middle of the room.

 “Oh no, no, I don’t dance,” I tried wriggling out of his grasp, but his grip was strong on my tiny frame. “Just relax, finish your drink, and let loose.” Ethan smiled encouragingly as I hesitantly put the cup to my lips, chugging the rest of the sour liquid. I truly wasn’t one to drink, so this buzz I was feeling was very new. Tossing the empty cup to the floor, I threw my hands in the air and swayed my hips, trying not to care while the masked DJ played some Beyoncé remix. Ethan gave a thumbs up, leaving me there to dance alone surrounded by people I really didn’t know.

 I don’t know how long I was dancing for, but my mouth was dry and the buzz I felt before had worn off. It seemed like more people had shown up in the time I was dancing, because I could hardly make my way to the table holding an assortment of alcohol and water. The music was pounding through the floor, the pulse of the song beat through my chest like a second heartbeat.

 I chugged back a water, gallivanting around the loft in search of a familiar face to talk to. A boy with a rainbow Mohawk walked passed, I couldn’t take my eyes off the ridiculous attraction, silently laughing to myself.

 My mind was so wrapped up in Mohawk boy, I didn’t watch where I was going, smacking into a solid mass of body.

 I could feel my face heat up as I stared up into the face of a very angry Derek Hale. “Do you want to explain to me what is going on in my loft?” He practically growled, grabbing tightly onto my wrist so that I couldn’t escape. “Uhm, Ethan told me you knew about the party, I’m sorry I’ve been looking for you all night.” I lamented, watching him shake his head in disdain.

 Derek let out a sigh, loosening the grip on my wrist as he pulled me behind him. People seemed to clear a path for the brooding werewolf; probably scared of the glares he was giving everyone who crossed him.

 I awkwardly stood behind Derek, hidden from view as he yelled at everyone to leave his loft. It was actually very impressive to watch him clear a room like that, a talent I wish I possessed.

 It seemed that my friends came out of the cracks of the walls, appearing around us in different states of distress. Lydia was leaned up against Danny for support, struggling to stand tall in her heels. I was so close to running to over to help her, when they appeared.

 Hooded figures dressed in all black with terrifying masks covering their faces materialized in front of us, my body froze unsure what to do. Aiden yelled at Danny to get Lydia out of here, a task he seemed more than happy to oblige with.

 Derek pushed me behind him again letting out a powerful roar, I stumbled pressing my body as far back as I could before my back hit a wall.

 The figures all turned their attention to Aiden, dramatically making there way to him for some unknown reason. Of course a fight ensued, the masked figures coming back to life even with the multiple blows and neck breaking that the wolves laid upon them. Just when the pack thought they had one up on the intruders, they pulled fucking swords out of the middle of their chest. Hell I thought I’d seen everything, but then again in this supernatural world full of wonders nothing should really surprise me anymore.

 My eyes were glued on the scene in front of me. Kira seemed to be back against a wall like I was, Scott was in front of her shielding the girl from the monsters that surrounded us. Issac backed away at the sight of the sword, knowing when it was time to surrender.

 Derek on the other hand had his back turned, busy fighting off the figure only a few feet from me. I didn’t really think, my feet just started moving on there own as another one of the hooded figures made there way to stab Derek in the back. My body flew behind his, shielding him from the impending blow like he had done for me many times before. The figure tried to stop at the last second, creating a cut on my arm that could have been much worse if it was fully inflicted. Derek spun around, dropping the monster in front of him to shield me again. As soon as the wolves stopped fighting the creatures, they descended on Aiden, swiftly disappearing with the appearance of sunrise as Scott tried to intervene.

 “Are you okay?” Derek whispered, leaning down to my frame on the ground. His eyes were full of concern as he took my arm in his large hands, examining the cut that was now bleeding all over the place.

 I dismissed his claims with a wave of my hand, “I’ve dealt with worse, now go make sure your pack is okay.” I smiled, trying to steady the heartbeat I knew he could hear. He rolled his eyes, getting up to check on Aiden. Derek kicked everyone out, promising to see them later today about a plan of action to deal with the new threat in town. I still sat awkwardly on the ground, cradling the cut on my arm that by now had stopped bleeding.

 “Come on, lets get you cleaned up, Avery,” Derek leaned his head in direction of the kitchen, leaving me to get up and follow behind him.

 He instructed me to sit on the counter, leaving me disheveled and alone in the dark kitchen only being illuminated by the early morning sun. I was never scared of the dark, but I was beginning to become more fearful of the things that lurked in its crevices.

 “You didn’t have to do that you know.” He said calmly, walking back into the kitchen clutching the first aid kit in his hands. I looked at him quizzically, raising an eyebrow. “Didn’t have to do what?” we were eyelevel for once; giving me the chance to stare into the green eyes I adored so much.

 “Try and protect me. That isn’t your job.” His voice was stern as he placed a wet cloth over my arm to get rid of the blood that oozed down.

 “You need help sometimes too, Derek.” I barely whispered, looking down to avoid his gaze. A gasp escaped my lips as he pressed an alcohol wipe to my cut, making me wince. “Sorry,” he mumbled, trying to be gentler this time. We sat in a comfortable silence while he finished wrapping my wound. Every time he touched my skin the butterflies in my stomach would flutter again, like his touch was a zap of electricity that awakened something deep inside.

 “You just don’t get it Avery! I would go fucking insane if anything happened to you, and yet you still throw yourself right into the arms of anything dangerous!” His voice rose with his temper, slamming his fists on either side of my body. I didn’t even flinch, more concerned with how close his face was to mine, and I could feel the warmth of his breath on my cheek. “Have you ever stopped to consider that maybe I can’t bare the thought of losing you either?” I said softly, making him flinch back at my accusation.

 The glare he wore before faded as he took in the words I had just said to him, he turned his gaze towards the floor. I soothingly placed my hand on the balled up fist he placed near my exposed thigh, rubbing my thumb over his knuckles.

 “You can’t keep doing this though. You aren’t a werewolf, a banshee, or a hunter. You’re just a perfectly ordinary human girl, and you don’t need to be putting yourself in danger for my sake.” He yelled again.

 “Stiles is human too, but you let him participate in werewolf business all the fucking time!” I yelled, glaring at the wolf in front of me. He shook his head in annoyance, clearly getting frustrated with my fruitless banter

 Derek took a step back, throwing his arms up in defeat. “That’s because I don’t love Stiles, I love you!” his eyes quickly adverted to the floor, but that didn’t stop me from seeing how red his face had become. A smile spread across my lips as I took in the new information, of course I loved Derek Hale, why else would my heart beat this fast when I was around him, or that I’d jump in front of a damn sword to keep him safe. It was definitely love, and he loved me.

 I pushed myself off the counter, wasting no time in encircling my arms around Derek’s muscular physic, not even caring if he was mad or embarrassed. His body went ridged at my sudden advance, but he didn’t hesitate in encompassing my tiny frame in his arms, pulling me closer to him. My head seemed to fit perfectly into the crook of his neck, closing my eyes to enjoy the softer side of Derek Hale. “I love you too,” I murmured into his skin, feeling his heartbeat quicken under my cheek. He placed a single kiss on the top of my head, laying his head on top of mine. “You know this isn’t really the way I planned on telling you that,” his body shook with laughter underneath me, and I couldn’t help but join in.

 “In the crazy world we live in, now is the perfect time, because tomorrow is so uncertain.” I mumbled, not really caring if he understood me, just happy he was here.

 “Just promise me you won’t jump in front of anymore swords,” he lightly laughed again.

 “Deal,” I sighed, pressing my body closer to his. He pressed another kiss to the top of my head.

 We stayed there for god knows how long; just enjoying the comfort of the words we finally found the opportunity to say.

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–And that is how I believe the current state of trade is going…” Kohaku’s hands were tightly balled into fists, a slight tremor mixed into her voice as she spoke despite her efforts not to let it through. Even while the current state of the weather was pretty bad, she had still insisted the meeting between them continue, after all, they wouldn’t want their bosses to get upset or anything because they failed to complete the necessary paperwork and such because of some storm.

And who did that other nation have to be? America of course. Not Italy, not Germany, but America. Fan-fricking-tastic.

Even if they had both made amends for the little party incident, even if she did trust him a little more now, she still hated the idea of being with him now of all times. Why? Well, it had everything to do with that damn storm going on outside. He was the last person she would ever want to show this fear of hers to and yet here he was, seated right in front of her with a clear view of her face.

She clenched her jaw and hoped the flinch wasn’t too noticeable when the telltale flash followed by the rumbling occurred. It probably was, but for the moment and while he was still here, she would just have to brush it off. “D-Do you have anything to add, America-san?


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