He's so happy at the thought of delicious food

“I’m so sorry.”

A/N: guess who’s back. back again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You, Shawn and the rest of his team we’re eating dinner at some restaurant. The food there was delicious and everyone thought the exact same.

Everyone was eating happily and enjoying themselves and you were in a conversation with some woman in Shawn’s team about life at home. You were sitting next to Shawn and he was in a deep conversation with Geoff.

You were kind of happy you went to this dinner. You hadn’t been feeling very well, because you had been reading a lot of hate comments online lately and you just couldn’t put it out of your head. Everyone was telling you to lose a bit of weight and to be honest, you didn’t blame them. You weren’t fat or something but you could lose a couple of pounds. So that’s what you were trying to achieve.

You had been skipping meals and working out more and Shawn hadn’t mentioned it so you were pretty sure he wasn’t catching up on it yet, if you could just lose a couple of pounds you would be content.

You guys had just finished dessert and were about to leave when you excused yourself to go to the bathroom real quick. Shawn was still deep in a conversation with Geoff so you just announced it and went to go and look for the bathroom. You knew that what you were doing was wrong but the dinner you just ate held a lot of calories and it just didn’t feel right, you had to get rid of it.

You did your thing, washed up yourself, put in a gum with mint flavor and went back because they were about to leave.

When you got back to the table Shawn was waiting for you. As soon as he spotted you, you asked him. “Where is everyone?”

“They went back to the cars, ours is waiting at front.” Shawn looked into your eyes looking for some answers and you felt like he knew what was going on but you weren’t giving in.

“Ok let’s go.” You said and the two of you walked to the car.

As the two of you sat in the car with just the driver holding you company you felt Shawn grabbing your hand tightly and rubbing his thumb over it.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m great, why wouldn’t I be?”

‘Don’t lie to me Y/N.” Shawn simply said. You got confused and looked at him only to see he was already looking at you with sad eyes.

“I know what you’ve been doing. Don’t be so surprised that I figured it out, my only question is why?” Shawn asked.

You let go of his hand and turned your head away from him.

“It’s nothing don’t worry about it.” You really didn’t want to talk about this with him and especially because the driver could hear every single detail of your convo and you really didn’t want stories going around about you.

Shawn kept quiet because he knew what you were thinking and he didn’t blame you, but as soon as the two of you arrived back at the hotel he sat you down.

“I want an explanation.”

“You don’t need one.” You answered him.

“Y/N stop being so stubborn I want to help because what you have been doing is not healthy one bit.”

“So what? I’m losing weight? Everyone should be happy about it. Especially your so-called fans.” You exclaimed and the room fell quiet.

Shawn looked at you with sad eyes. “I’m so sorry I didn’t notice this earlier.” He said.

“Don’t apologize it isn’t your fault.”

“You don’t need to lose weight, they are just being complete assholes. I love you and your body.” He said and pulled you closer by the waist. “Don’t go and do these things on your own, talk to me last time, I don’t want you dealing with this on your own I love you I want to help.”

You just nodded and buried your head into Shawn’s neck breathing in his scent taking in this moment. “I love you.” Shawn whispered into your ear. “So much, please don’t let anyone change you.”


Hello Fukuoka! (02/21)

Special thanks to (@aseria) for proofreading (^_-)-☆

Visual Board Tour Event:

Sendai | Sapporo | Hiroshima | Fukuoka

Mitsuki: Let’s begin for today! IDOLISH7’s web program…

All: Kimi to ‘Ai'dolish Nai to~!

Iori: This web program is presented by the seven of us, IDOLISH7, and takes place the same time as our tour to seven cities, “Visual Board Tour”.

Mitsuki: It’s sad that we had to leave Hiroshima. But starting today on February 21, we are visiting Fukuoka! People of Fukuoka, please take care of us~!

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Kyungsoo’s Famous Spaghetti

A/N: This is my first EXO fic!  I thought about writing one, and decided to write a little one and then it got a bit long… haha.  It was quite fun to write, please let me know what you think!  I may do more, or another member next time!

5200 words + two text message screens + gifs throughout

Contains: fluff / angst / disordered eating / body image issues / self-deprication

AFTER MONTHS OF WISHING, your busy schedules not aligning, and resorting to take-out, the day was finally here: the day you would taste Kyungsoo’s famous kimchi spaghetti. He’d sent you a text that morning:

“Good morning, Jagi.  Dinner tonight will be promptly at 6PM, don’t be late or the spaghetti will get cold!”

You’d lain on the couch for the past thirty minutes trying to decide what to respond, and eventually settled on a simple, “Okay!” before dropping your phone on the floor, groaning, and covering your face with your hands.

No… I’ve come so far on my diet, this is going to set me back!

Before you noticed the weight gain, you had been begging Kyungsoo almost daily to cook for you, and he had gladly done so, happy you enjoyed his dishes, but he hadn’t had a chance to make his famous kimchi spaghetti yet.  

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I know it’s a very sensitive time, but I have to sincerely ask: Can we stop calling Donald Trump “cheeto” please. It’s such an insult to them; like Cheetos are delicious as fuck. Can we call him something gross that nobody likes. Like yams. Call him yam. Fuck yams.

EXO’s Reaction to your bad cooking.


Even though it did not look good, he gave it a shot. It did not end up tasting any better though. He did not want to hurt your feelings and was just grateful you thought of him. 

“Thanks for the meal, jagi. You’re the best!”

Originally posted by drawien


Obviously did not like the food, but did not show it. He thanked you and gave you advice for your future meals. Then takes a huge gulp of water so he does not choke.

“You know, next time, add more of the seasoning and it would be even more perfect.”

Originally posted by suchenmyotp


Slowly chews the food analyzing every single bite. By the time he realizes how bad the food actually was he is done with his plate. Cutely smiles away the pain.

Externally: “Mhm, darling, the food is great.”

Internally: “Do. Not. Show. That. It. Actually. Tastes. Horrible.”

Originally posted by ohhsenshine


Pretty much freezes and is wondering what in the world you were trying to feed him.

“(y/n), babe, are you trying to poison me?”

Originally posted by ethereal-baek


Firstly, sourly reacts, but quickly points out the positives of the dish. 

“The flavor of the soup is a little odd.. but the vegetables were cooked well.”

Originally posted by n0thing1shere


Giggles after every single bite. Not that he’s enjoying the food or anything, he just finds you and your terrible cooking too darn cute. 

“Was this supposed to be shaped as a heart?”

Originally posted by yeollovemebaek


Mentally jots down what you did wrong and what you can improve on so he can show you on a cooking date. Obviously, because he’s EXO’s master chef.

“Next time, we have to cook together okay?”

Originally posted by veriloquentmind


Probably react similar to Yixing, but will keep straight face and would look like he is deep in thought. Nini needs his delicious chicken or he ain’t happy. 

External: “Me, angry? What, nooo. You’re food is not that bad.”

Internal: *cries*

Originally posted by takeachansoo


Will look you straight in the eye with the food half chewed in his open mouth not knowing what to do with it. Spit or swallow? Spit or swallow?

“You know there is this really great takeout place right around the corner.”

Originally posted by gohaylie

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This is based on that prompt about Alec asking his 'daddy' for the salt and Magnus and his dad reach for it

It was that time of the year again. Easter. Alec dreaded this day every year, since it meant having to sit at a table with his parents for hours on end. They usually talked about family responsibilities and Alec’s role in the family. His duty. And he had just sat there silently listening to all of the harsh comments coming his way. But this year was different. Because everything had changed. Alec had met Magnus and he was happy. His parents had loosened up and were no longer as judgmental. Alec was happy. For once in his life he had everything he had ever wanted.
“Alec! Come help set the table!” Maryse’s voice boomed through the room snapping Alec out of his thoughts.
“Coming!” He yelled back sliding his phone, which he had just talked to Magnus on, in his back pocket. His parents had agreed to let Magnus come to the dinner. And Alec was nervous. Even if his parents had been accepting they never really spent time with Magnus. Alec was the one to usually visit Magnus and not the other way around. He had practically moved in to Magnus’ apartment seeing as he spent almost every night there. And not sleeping 😉
That’s why he was nervous. He just hoped the dinner would be a success.
Clary was the first to arrive, after saying hello to Maryse and Robert she went by Jace’s side sitting down next to him after giving him a quick kiss. Magnus was the next to come. And Alec couldn’t take his eyes off of him. He looked fabulous as always. A red dress shirt hugging his muscles along with some black pants who did wonders for hiss ass. His usual necklaces hung loosely around his neck and the many rings shun against his caramel fingers. He looked beautiful, Alec thought. When he met Magnus’s eyes they both smiled, and in five quick strides Alec found himself in his arms.
“Hey.” He whispered against his neck, sending shiver down Magnus’ back. Magnus pulled back slightly, his arms still around Alec’s hips as they ignored the world around them. “Hello Alexander.” He smiled cheekily.
Blushing Alec placed his lips on Magnus’ warm ones in a quick peak before unwrapping himself from Magnus’ warm body.
“Come on, lets go say hi to my parents.”
Nodding Magnus took Alec’s hand as he led them to his parents.
Both of them had hugged Magnus which was a big surprise to Alec. He had expected them to be cold towards his boyfriend. Guess they changed more than he thought. Alec smiled looking at Magnus.
“Well, come on children lets eat.” Maryse called them all to the table.
Magnus had sat down across from Alec, Robert and Jace sitting on each side of Alec. As they all dug in to the delicious food. (Which Izzy had thankfully not participated in making) chatter filled the table. Alec felt so happy, surrounded by his loved ones and family. He felt complete.
“Hey Alec could you pass me the salt?” Jace suddenly asked getting his attention.
Alec spotted the glass shaker on the other side of the table, it was quite far away. “Daddy can you pass me the salt?” He asked rather than reaching across the table disturbing the others meal, he didn’t give it too much thought.
“Yeah sure.” Robert and Magnus answered at the same time. Which made all the chatter abruptly stop, letting silence fill the room.
Jace choked on his meat besides him while Alec went beet red. Clary and Izzy couldn’t contain their giggles as Magnus’ hand stopped mid air in his reach for the salt.
“Oh my god.” He whispered in embarrassment.
“Uh- I, I can explain.” Alec stuttered as all eyes turned to him.
Maryse who had frozen with her fork in the air, cleared her throat, “No need for that.” She gave a tight smile. “Everyone just go back to their meals.”
Alec nodded slowly still redder than a tomato. Robert who had said nothing, quickly reached across the table giving the salt shaker to Alec, who murmured a quiet thanks before handing it over to Jace, who was trying really hard not to let out a laugh.
“Thanks….daddy” he whispered the last part to Alec letting out a quiet giggle, Clary elbowed him but let out a laugh herself. Alec groaned as he locked eyes with Magnus who gave him a smirk clearly not embarrassed anymore. Alec wanted to smash his face into his plate at this point forgetting about all the happiness he had previously felt.
“I don’t understand, what happened?” Max’s little voice sounded through the room.

anonymous asked:

hi! jongin + anniversary dinner out please? thank you so much :)

“For a moment, I seriously thought that you forgot about it.” you said to your boyfriend Jongin as he took a seat in front of you.

“That was my intention. I was going to act like I had forgotten about it then boom, ‘surprise (Y/N), happy 2 years anniversary!!’ Anyway, did you like the place?”

“I don’t care about the looks of the place, I only care about the delicious food we’re going to eat, so why don’t we order? I actually want to eat dessert first but I know how much you like chicken so-”

“Oh honey, I’m going to eat my dessert at home tonight.” he cut you off, a sly smirk forming on his lips.

You blushed at his words, trying to cover your red cheeks.

“Jongin, stop. We’re in public.” you said, smacking his hand on the table.

“It’s been two years but still, you still blush when I say something like this. Also we both know that how filthy your mouth can get too, honey. So don’t try to act innocent.”

“You know that I’m never innocent when I’m with you.” 

After finishing your meal and also stealing some from Jongin’s food, you were ready to go home but Jongin insisted on staying a bit longer and chat.

“But I want to go homeee. Why do we have to sit here and talk? We can do it back at home too? My back is starting to hurt also I’m getting sleepy. If I get sleepy, you wouldn’t be getting your dessert. Jonginnieeee-”

“I got you a present.” Jongin cut you off again, making it twice.

“But we promised that we wouldn’t be getting presents to each other. I didn’t got you anything, now I feel bad.”

“You being here with me is the best present you could ever give, so don’t be sad and listen to me carefully.”

Without breaking eye contact, he pulled out a small velvet box from his jacket, making your eyes go wide. He wasn’t going to propose, was he? You weren’t ready for marriage. You were too young, both of you were. You’d recently finished college and Jongin has only reached the peak of his career.

“Don’t worry, I’m not stupid enough to propose.” He opened the box, showing off the expensive ring that he had bought. “It’s just a ring to show that I’ll be here for you until the end of the world. It’s like a promise. I remember the time you said that sometimes words aren’t enough so I got something to prove how much you mean to me. I hope you like it and be with me forever.”

He slid down the ring on your finger tenderly. The ring was dazzling but somehow you couldn’t keep your eyes off of Jongin and his beauty.

“You didn’t need to prove me anything Jongin. I know that you love me and I want you to know that I love you too. Words are enough when you say it.”

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Imagine celebrating the New Year with Chris (2.0)

A/N: ‘Cause you gotta have the option of spending New Year’s with Chris alone. I know it’s a little late but have been suffering from a bit of a writer’s block so forgive me. X

You and Chris decided to spend the weekend at a cabin as far away from civilization as possible so the two of you could have a quiet, romantic New Year’s Eve instead of the usual crazy A-Lister party. Chris was excited because it’d been a while since the two of you had some proper alone time; the entire December had been hectic, recovering from Thanksgiving and preparing for Christmas. While the two of you loved spending time with everyone, the escape to the cabin couldn’t have come at a better time- especially since Chris was about to leave for the next Avengers movie. It had become a routine by now that before he left for any job, the two of you would take a few days to yourselves to rest, relax, and reassure; a movie as big as Infinity War meant your boyfriend needed a lot of the third R.

The cabin was the same one the two of you went too when you needed a timeout from work and people and paparazzi, it was nice because out there- it was always just the two of you. It was peaceful and quiet; it had the calm you and Chris craved and loved. The cabin was basically a bubble where nothing bad could ever go wrong, in fact- it was at the cabin where some of your biggest milestones with him occurred. The first time he said ‘I-love-you’ happened at that cabin; he asked you to move in with him at that cabin; and you were sure it was at that cabin where he would eventually propose, so you definitely had a special place in your heart for it.

You sat by the fire, roasting marshmallows so you could have it with your hot chocolate. Chris had opted for a beer because he said, and you quote, “it’s my last chance to drink beer, sweetheart. I’m not giving it up for anything, not even your delicious hot chocolate.” You laughed but you knew the next six months were going to be challenging for him, and you, considering he was leaving you and your shared home.

“Happy Anniversary,” Chris sang-song, holding up two bags of Chinese food from your favorite Chinese restaurant. “I thought it’d be easier to get takeout,” he explained as he settled on the floor opposite you, “God knows we’ve done enough cooking over the last month.”

“I think you nailed this year’s present,” you nodded in agreement as you reached for the box marked 'spring rolls’. “Wait-” you felt your eyes narrow when you remembered where you were. “How did you get them to deliver all the way out here? And just in time for dinner too. I mean- we’re like a three hour drive from their restaurant.”

“It’s amazing what a little name dropping can do,” Chris bit back his smile when you scoffed in disbelief. “Don’t worry, I gave them a huge tip. Like- enough to cover gas and car snacks huge,” he told you and you chuckled. “They even got a selfie and an autograph, so- I think they’re walking away from this experience happily.”

“You really shouldn’t abuse your powers as Captain America.”

“You really should appreciate the fact that your boyfriend is Captain America and has powers to abuse,” he retorted with a smug smile. “Otherwise you wouldn’t have all this amazing Chinese food to eat and you’d have to cook dinner.” You shot him a weary look then cracked when he laughed; you threw a packet of soy sauce at him and he laughed harder.

“You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”

“I know,” he smiled. “How else did I get someone as amazing as you to fall in-love with me?”

You bit back your smile as you felt the heat rise to your cheeks. After being his girlfriend for four years, he still had the ability to make you blush; the butterflies in your stomach were also very much alive. It was a good thing though, it meant that you were still very much in-love with him- as much as he was with you because you had the exact same effect on him.

Chris watched you as you ate, smiling because he couldn’t be happier. Another year was about to pass and you were still his girl; it was also the fourth anniversary of the first time you met. It was at a bar on New Year’s Eve- a bar that neither of you had wanted to go to in the first place- when he fell for- well, fell because he tripped on your feet then fell in-love because you were who you were. He was still amazed that he somehow- in his drunken state- charmed you enough to take you out to brunch the next day when you were both severely hung over. It was an amazing date despite how horrible the two of you felt and everything had been amazing since that fateful meeting.

“What?” You chuckled when you realize he was watching you with his usual love sick gaze. “Are you falling in-love with me all over again?” You teased and he nodded with a smile that made you stomach flutter. “Stop it,” you giggled and blushed.

“You know what,” he reached for your hands and pulled you to your feet as he rose to his. “I am grateful everyday that Mackie dragged me to that bar.” You stepped around the boxes of food and melted into his arms that had wrapped themselves around you. “Honestly-” he continued and you looked up at him, “I don’t know what I’d be doing now if I didn’t meet you, I can only imagine how terrible it’d be.”

“You’d probably be getting drunk and hooking up with some other pretty girl at a bar somewhere, so not that bad.” You teased and he chuckled. “As for me- well, I know exactly what I’d be doing now and how terrible it’d be. I’d be single, definitely. I’d still be working as a waitress because I wouldn’t have a boyfriend constantly pushing me to do something more with my writing. And I’d definitely be asleep before twelve 'cause no boyfriend to kiss at midnight. So you think you lucked out,” you joked and he smiled.

“Yeah, I did.” He nodded. “I’m extremely lucky no guy was smart enough to sweep you off your feet because if they did then well-” he chuckled, “you wouldn’t have been able to sweep me off mine.” You laughed when you thought back to that day; Chris Evans on his ass because he’d tripped over your feet. “I have never been so happy to fall in front of so many people before.”

“And I have never been so happy to trip someone in front of so many people before,” you chuckled. “Thank you for falling for me,” you whispered and wrapped your arms around his neck which drew a bigger smile from him. “What would I do without you?”

“I promise you that that’s a question you’ll never have to answer,” he pressed a kiss against your forehead and you smiled. “Shall we finish our food before it gets cold?” He quizzed and you nodded, pulling away from him.

You and Chris settled back down on the ground and continued to have your dinner, chatting about little things and working your way up to talk about his upcoming leave. As much as you didn’t want to, you had to eventually. There were things to discuss, like when you could go and visit, and what day a weekly Skype session could be schedule. It was a little difficult to have a confirmed date now because he still hadn’t got a feel of the set and how much of a time crunch they were in but usually, visits could occur after the first two months and the weekly Skype sessions were on Sundays.

“Can you give me a spoiler?” You asked and Chris laughed; he knew it was coming because you’d been subtly hinting for spoilers since you saw Civil War. “It can be my high before we have to get to the low. I don’t really want to discuss you being gone for six months,” you said then pouted.

“I’ll be gone for longer if I spill Marvel secrets,” he joked then glanced out the window. “The snipers are just waiting to take me out. You know the book, Nineteen-Eighty-Four by George Orwell?” He asked and you nodded. “Well, think of Marvel as Big Brother. They have Thought Police everywhere so if I even think about telling you…” He trailed off and acted like he had just been shot in the chest. “Dead.”

“You’re so dramatic,” you rolled your eyes. “Fine, let’s just talk about you leaving me next week without a high to go on.” You crossed your arms over your chest like a child, drawing laughter from Chris. “What time’s your flight?” You muttered bitterly.

“You can have a high to go on,” he said and held out your fortune cookie. “Don’t pretend like you’re not excited,” he chuckled when you stared at it indifferently. “I know you too well, Y/N Y/L/N.” You bit back your smile and took it from him.

“I like fortune cookies, yes, but I don’t think-” you cracked it open and your breath hitched in your throat when a beautiful engagement ring slid out. “Is this…Are you-” You looked up at Chris and he smiled, cracking open his fortune to pull out a tiny piece of paper.

“You should propose now,” he read and you chuckled nervously, feeling the excitement overwhelm you. “Wow, this is one assertive cookie.” He rose and propped himself up on one knee then reached over to take the ring from your hand, and your hand in his. “I better do as I’m told otherwise I’m going to start the new year on a real low.”

“Oh my God,” you breathed.

“Y/N,” he squeezed your hand gently, “you are wonderful and talented and beautiful and kind. Every second I have had with you has made my life so much better, and I thank my lucky stars every day for that night. You make me so happy and make me feel so loved, Y/N-” He chuckled shakily; nervous and excited. “And I don’t ever want to stop feeling like this. I know this is not the best time because I’m about to go away for six months but I thought we could both use the high.” He said and you nodded vigorously. “So, Y/N, will you marry me?”


Chris smiled and slipped the ring on your finger, you squealed then rose on your knees and hugged him tightly. He chuckled and hugged you back. “I love you and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life showing you how much,” he whispered.

“I already have a pretty decent clue,” you told him and kissed him; his smile could be felt against yours. “Happy New Year, Christopher Evans.” You broke the kiss and whispered, pressing your forehead against his.

“Happy New Year, Y/N Y/L/N.”

The Professor (Part 9)

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Your breath caught in your throat as soon as you heard a knock on the front door. Amy, who was slipping on her heels, looked at you at the same time that you looked at her. She smiled as she said, “We better go. Our dates are waiting,” and gave your shoulder a firm, reassuring squeeze before she went to open the door. You slipped on your coat and gave yourself one last look in the mirror before walking out to the hallway and seeing Amy, Nick and Chris talking together. Chris looked handsome; his hair slick back, his beard shaped nicely, his clothes matching perfectly…it was a beautiful sight to see.

The clacking of your heels on the hardwood floor caught their attention, and everyone turned to look at you. Nick and Amy smiled - obviously happy that you were ready to go and they could leave to get the show on the road - but Chris’s expression was one of…one of love, passion, awe. He smiled when he saw you, and as you approached, you greeted them. “Hi, guys.”

Nick was quick to reply, “Hi, Y/N, are you ready to go?”

Whereas Chris took longer to respond. “Hi, Y/N,” he breathed. “You look…you look beautiful.”

You looked down to the floor, your cheeks turning a subtle shade of pink. “Thank you, Chris.”

“Okay, time to go!” Nick interrupted. “We’ll let you guys have a moment, we’ll meet you in the car.”

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anonymous asked:

Hii! Do you do pregnancy scenarios? If you can you make one where youre pregnant but taeyong doesnt know yet but he finds out so he starts to treat you like a princess (buying you stuff etc) but you dont know that he knows? Thankssss

Thank you a lot for your request!

After few months, the symptoms started getting worse. You felt hopeless and wanted to speak up, but you were too afraid. You didn’t know what he could possibly think. You horrendously feared he might leave you after he hears about all this. Crying every night and leaving in fear was something you couldn’t stand. It was a constant pain. 

You noted in your notebook a small countdown. You marked the days until you have enough courage to tell him. Every day, you wrote down your thoughts. You sighed as you realised you have to get used to this. Throwing up, being hungry, mood swings… it made you feel even worse. You were living in such guilt. Every time you saw him, you imagined afterwards what his reaction could have been like. You even tried repeating few phrases just to get prepared. It was very hard speaking up. All of it because of fear.

After good hours of overthinking, you hear your phone ringing. You immediately pick it up and stare at the caller. You sigh, thinking to yourself “Let go, please…”.


“You’re still in bed?” he asks, jokingly.

“Y-yes. I’m tired.” you said as your hand started shaking.

“Can I come? I bought you enough food!” 

“Oh… that’s… fine. See you. Goodbye.” you quickly tried hanging up. 

You felt really embarrassed. You didn’t want to prepare. Your stomach seemed to be upset. Nausea was really annoying. You decided to eventually sleep your problems away.

Not too long after, you heard a deep voice calling your name, poking your shoulder.

“I didn’t know you’re that tired!” he chuckled and hugged you. He gave your forehead a quick peck, smiling. “Please, wake up. I have so much to show you.” he says, as he holds your hand tightly. 

You try slowly opening your eyes. You see the table in front of you full of all sorts of food you adore. You seem to be dumbfounded! What a wonderful sight. Your room seemed to be even cleaner. You try smiling as much as you can, but the most you can do is just slightly curve your lips. You were still sad, but so grateful so have such a man as yours.

“It’s like you read my mind…” you mumbled in shame.

As you get up, he hugs you tightly, delightfully kissing your cheek. You felt love and happiness in him. He smiled way more this time. You were confused, since he never treated you like this.

“How was you day?…” you ask quietly, sitting on a chair in front of the table.

“I just thought of you all day.” he said, as he was all smiles.

You look more at the food. Everything you could want: strawberry, a delicious cake, cookies, few snacks… It was perfect. Suddenly, he went to the bathroom. You tried telling him this time by calling a simple, unfinished “Tae!” but you failed. You recalled the fact that you forgot a pregnancy test there. It sounded as if he was hurrying by now. You remembered how you felt, and you started crying. You poured your heart out. The candy wrapper now had tears on it. As he comes, he immediately asks you:

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying? Please, don’t.” he tries hugging you, but you go the other way.

In between the whimpers, you yelled “I’ve been trying to tell you!”

“What is it?” you could feel how shocked he was.

“Didn’t you see a pregnancy test there…?” you plucked up courage.

“I already saw it. What’s wrong with it?”

“W-what? You aren’t disappointed in me…?” you stopped crying.

“I could be any happier. I told you once that I’ll never let you go. And I don’t break promises.” 

You were astounded. It’s like happiness came back to you, out of a sudden. You hugged him tighter than before, feeling like the luckiest person to have such an amazing boyfriend.

iamanemotionaltimebomb  asked:

That last ask, with the chubby crush? I wasn't the anon but that was so cute! Could we get that again with Pharah, McCree and Reaper?

I’m so glad you liked it! I hope you enjoy these as well!!

-Super thirsty for her crush omg. She thinks they are so cute and lovely looking!
-Definitely admires them from afar as they work out (Mercy teases her for it relentlessly).
-Is really touched that her crush bought her new makeup when they noticed she was out.
-“Hi, Pharah! I hope I got the right brand for you…”
“Oh, it is, thank you…(cue intense blushing)
-Was super impressed when they almost beat Reinhardt in an arm wrestling match!
-Takes advice from Mercy to take her crush out on a coffee date.
-Her crush would be the one to ask if she’d like to go out again and Pharah would be so flustered she’d accidentally say no and then scream yes! Her crush thinks it’s adorable.

-Big time flirt! The best is that he thinks he’s smooth, but he’s really a bumbling fool.
-“Hey darlin’. How much sugar do you put in yer coffee?”
“Um, not that much, maybe two teaspoons? Why?”
“Because yer just too damn sweet! Hehehehe…”
“Oh, um, thanks…?”
-Super impressed by his crush’s fighting skills! He saw them take down Widowmaker with a shotgun and a rusty screwdriver.
-His crush ends up fixing his prosthetic when it is damaged by the enemy team.
-His crush actually ends up asking him out, and he’s so surprised but so happy!!
-Once they start dating, McCree is always dressing them up in his ponchos because they look “sexier than a tall glass of beer after a hard day’s work!”
-“Jesse, that doesn’t even make sense!”
“Aw hell, pumpkin’. You make me so flustered I can’t even make you swoon.”
“Don’t worry cowboy, you still do.”

-Loves loves loves chubby s/o’s. To him, it’s more to love!
-Initially did not get along with his crush! They would go out of their way to be nice to him, and he didn’t understand why.
-Has a lot of respect for them on the field! They watched his back for him when the rest of the team was out and helped lead to their victory. Ever since then, he’s been more polite.
-Got caught cooking in the kitchen late at night by his crush! He was really surprised when they asked to try some of his food and end up loving it!
-“Oh, wow! This is so delicious! What is this called?”
“…They’re tamales.”
“Do you think you could teach me how to make this sometime?”
“…Of course.”
-Totally loves cooking with his crush. It makes him so happy and he’s in a much better mood overall.
-He ends up making them a romantic dinner and asking them out with a bouquet of roses! His crush thought it was really smooth, but he was sweating and so nervous underneath the mask!


Prompt: Charles reads your mind, finding that you are hungry, but can’t figure you out and it is bothering you. So he sneaks away to make different kind of food for you to eat to make you feel better.

Warnings: None

Pairing: Charles x Reader

I don’t get many Charles requests so I'm glad to have received this one.

I thought you might be hungry 

It has become apparent to Charles that you have been acting strange all day. Something has to be bothering you or something is on your mind. He has seen it all before. When he asked you what was wrong you kind of snapped at him, even though he was only trying to help. The only way for Charles to find out is to peer into your thoughts. Although he made a promise to never read your mind, you have left him with no other choice. His concern for you has been eating away at him, he needs to know. 

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Moments (Yoongi Scenario)


Genre: Fluff/Romance

Word Count: 2997

Originally posted by haru-haru10

Summary: The moments of Yoongi falling in love with you.

A/N: I had a dream about something like this, and whenever I get really sad or angsty I think about Yoongi, so I wrote a scenario to cheer myself up. 

Request scenarios and other writings here!!! 

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BIGBANG Reactions To You Eating Ravenously


T.O.P would see you gulping down food and immediately become amused. He would laugh at your urgency and would sit back and watch as you devour all the food on the table within a few minutes. He’d find it very endearing and tease you about how quickly you ate later on. I can see him teasing you and telling you to slow down so as not to choke while still being completely amused at your situation. You love your food and T.O.P knows it!

Originally posted by hell-ogoodbye


This sweetie would see you eating your heart out and immediately start making you more food! Taeyang would make sure that you only eat things that are healthy (but still delicious) and he’d watch as you eat. He would definitely understand where your hunger is coming from (I mean, working out so much he probably gets hungry A LOT) and wouldn’t judge you at all. When you would eat the food he made, he’d become very pleased and ask you your thoughts on his cooking. He’d definitely be happy to see you eating well and would become even happier when you compliment his chef skills. 

Originally posted by bigbangersball


Now, as your stuffing your face with as much food as you can, you’ll have G to the D, G-Dragon, eating his food like royalty. He would be amused at how hungry you are and would be teasing you by giving you concerned looks while eating his food like the queen king he is. He’d love it when you would get flustered at how calmly he’s eating and would laugh as he sees you trying to control yourself now that you’ve realized how quickly you’ve been eating. I see him telling you that it’s okay for you to pig out in front of him because, after all, in the future you’ll be having some major pregnancy cravings anyway.

Originally posted by hell-ogoodbye


Daesung would love the fact that you feel comfortable enough around him to stuff your face full of food. He’d still think you were cute, even with your cheeks about to explode from the amount of food you just shoveled into your mouth. He’d just watch as his little angel licks every plate clean and would laugh as you try to hide your face from him after you’re done eating. There’s no need to be embarrassed with Daesungie as your boyfriend!

Originally posted by no-8


Our little panda over here wouldn’t even notice all the food you’ve been gulping down. Why? Because he’s probably doing the exact same! I can see him seeing you ravenously digging into your food and, wanting to join in, starts eating just as vehemently. Both of you can eat your little panda hearts out when you’re together! However, I must warn you: There’s a high probability he will try to steal some food off your plate so be prepared to defend your territory!

Originally posted by jiyongs-g-thong

This was one of the reactions on the list that I made! I hope you all enjoy it! Feel free to leave suggestions or requests in our ask box! Also, if it’s bad, I apologize. I really did try my best :)

~Admin K

Come On, Tiny One

Rap Monster request by anon: “Gah I need a rap monster scenario hehe maybe a daddy one hehe thank you <333333”

Oh god, rapmon is such a great guy.

I have a classmate (also a secret crush) that has an idiotic smile like his. They remind me each other a lot.

I really enjoyed writing this. Sorry it’s a little short though.. Hope you’ll like it.

-Admin Lizard

“Baby…” Namjoon sighed desperately, "Open your mouth.“

But your baby shook her head aggressively. Namjoon sighed again. "Come on, tiny one. You need to eat.” but once again, the baby shook her head. When Namjoon brought the tablespoon full of baby food closer to her mouth, she moved her head to the side as far as she could and whined, making an unwilling, unpleased face. Although Namjoon insisted that she was as gorgeous as you, you could definitely see the similarity between these two, and you swore that if she’d grow a little afro and had a deep voice like his, she’d definitely look like him. 

Namjoon whined as well and tried to repeat the action several times, earning the same reaction every time. “Mommy,” he whined.

You approached him and placed your hand over his shoulder. “What’s the matter honey?” Namjoon sighed and looked at you, “She won’t eat.” then he turned to your six months old daughter “Why can’t you eat?” he asked with his lips attached together in a thin line, narrowing his eyes and making a weird voice. His face was so close to your daughter than he managed to make her smile, a gentle, quiet giggle escaping her lips as she clasps her hands over his cheeks and shoots his a genuine giant smile. 

“Aigoo…” he melted and sent his lips forward in a pouty motion “Kiss?” he asked. Your daughter was happy to comply and gave his a small peck. “Aren’t you just cute. So sweet I could eat you!” he tickled her, earning a jolly laugh. He made nomming noises as his face planted small, toothless bites over her stomach. “Delicious!”

You stared at these two with a giant smile smeared over your face. When Namjoon stopped and the baby relaxed, he took the chance of her being distracted by her high from the laughter, and inserted the tablespoon in her small mouth. Your daughter’s mouth clicked a few times and she swallowed. Maybe the food wasn’t that bad as she thought after all, or perhaps she got hungry from playing with her father. 

“Victory!” Namjoon closed his eyes while smiling widely, waving a fist in the air. “I got you!” he laughed and pointed at the baby who looked at his clueless and opened her mouth for more food while whining. “Hungry now, huh?” he smirked and fed her.

You left them alone to take care of the dishes. A few minutes later, when you were done, you felt Namjoon’s hands wrap around your waist, after he placed the small empty bowl of baby food in the sink. You turned around and smiled to him, but he was already wearing a lovely smile. He pecked your cheek, then your lips, muttering against them “I love you." 

You turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck, planting small loving kisses on his lips. "I love you too.”

Just as he was about to kiss you, your daughter made another whine. Namjoon turned around and saw her sending her arms forward, hinting him to lift her up. He quickly held her in his arms and started planting small ticklish kisses all over her body. “Yes, yes. I love you too, tiny one.”

This is How Our Love Began - Part 7

A/N: This is probably the most boring one you’ll get

Short: After your mother Passed away, your father thought it would be a good Idea to move since your house was too big for the both of you. His best friend said you could live with them and their family. You had no idea that the playboy from school that keeps on teasing you, was their son

Genre: Fluff/Angst/Semi-Smut

Warnings: Mild language??

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Jimin POV
He woke up with you in his arms. You were still asleep. He took the time to admire everything you did. He cupped your face in his hand and stroked his thumb across your cheek.
‘you’re really amazing’ he thinks to himself. You moan as you turn around. He got flushed at the noise you made, but quickly shook off his thoughts. You stretched your arms and turned to face him again. This time, awake, “Good morning beautiful” he says. You just hum an answer, too lazy to open your mouth. He sat up and noticed he was still wearing his clothes from yesterday. He got up and walked to his closet.
You rubbed your eyes and turned to look at him. He took off his shirt, revealing his toned abdomen. You couldn’t help but stare. His body was perfect. Even his hair when he first woke up was still in two luscious waves. He ran his hand through it and noticed your stare.
“See something you like?” He teases
Crimson crawls onto your cheeks and you throw a pillow at him as you quickly turn away, “S-Shut up”
He smiles at your cuteness as he throws the pillow back onto his bed. He put on a white shirt and some sweats. He headed back to where you were sitting and tugged on your hand, “Come on. We have to go downstairs before my mom comes up and notices you aren’t in your room. She’ll assume things and she’ll kill me for it”
You laughed and nodded, quickly getting up.
The both of you checked the doorway to make sure the path was clear before you quickly -but quietly- dashed to your room.
It was Sunday morning. You headed downstairs to see Jimin staring at the counter. You walked up to him and noticed there was a note there

We’re out for the day. We had meetings to go to.
Y/n’s dad went out to run some errands.
Please clean up the house a bit. We won’t be back until around 7
- Mom

“Looks like we have the house to ourselves” you say behind him, surprising him with your sudden presence, “Y-Yeah”
“Well, this gives you the day to go and apologize to your ex” His expression darkens at the mention of the name. But he just nods.
“You hungry?” you ask him, heading towards the fridge, “I’ll make something”
He quickly shakes off the thoughts, “Y-you can cook? Who would’ve known” he tried to act like himself, but it wasn’t working too well.
“Yeah, I always had to cook for myself because my dad always worked late and always got up early in the morning. Ever since I moved here, and before my mom died, she showed me a ton of recipes because she loved food and cooking.” You smile at the thought of your mom. Jimin smiles back at you and pulls you into an embrace. You heart beat quickens and you look up at him. He didn’t realize what he just did, so he quickly let go and rubbed the back of his neck, “S-Sorry…”
“I-It’s fine” you blush as you pull ingredients out of the fridge.
You sat down at the table and Jimin looked down at your food, “Did you really make this? It looks too perfect”
“Really?” you looked at your own food, happy that it made him think that way. He dug in, “This is really delicious y/n! You should cook for me more often” he smiled. You just blushed and focused on your own food. The atmosphere was quiet and calm. You enjoyed it. He cleaned up the plates and sat back down, “So what are we going to do?”
“Hmm… Did you try texting her? Or calling her?”
“Yeah, but it didn’t go through. I think she blocked my number”
“Hmm… then let’s go to her house”
“What?! W-Why??”
“What do you mean why? To apologize you idiot. And we should get flowers too. Girls love flowers”
He looked at the table before looking at you, “Fine”
You went with him to buy some flowers. You arrived at the front of her house, but he was hesitant to get out of the car, “What are you waiting for?” you ask
“I-I don’t feel comfortable doing this” He fidgeted in his seat. You tried to encourage him, but nothing worked. “Just leave them at the door then” you suggest after 10 minutes of arguing. He nodded and got out of the car. You sighed, “finally”
You watched him walk over to the door and place the flowers down. They had a note in it, so he didn’t have to explain things. He quickly walked back to the car. When he entered, you patted his back, “Feel better now?”
“Yeah… Thanks” he smiles.
“It’s good to have old Jimin back”
“Really? I thought you didn’t like me”
“Well, people change, right?” You smile at him

~Admin Luna

Love’s War

re-upload of an old story of mine

type: mulan!au one-shot

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pairing: gajevy

characters: gajeel, levy, mentions of what i think Levy’s family would be like in the universe

rating: k+ for slight swearing 

word count: 2266

“Mother. I have told you this before. I am not falling in love with him!” Levy McGarden told her mother tiredly, running her hands through her hair.

“But Levy! He looks at you like you’re the sun! And that is very good. Your father gave me the same look when we were dating…” Levy’s mother, Adelaide, gave her a bright smile with a twinkle in her eye. If only she could get the boy to talk to her daughter more… then she would finally have grandbabies!

Levy sighed, exasperated. Sure, she liked the man she had served underneath when she was in the war. But after he had said awkwardly, “You fight good,” and then practically barged into her house for dinner, Gajeel had become increasingly silent. She hadn’t gotten a letter from him for days, and it seemed that he wanted nothing to do with her after meeting her somewhat crazy family. It almost made her want to pull her hair out. He could be so charming, but he could also be a real pain in the ass!

She walked into her room to finally escape her family and sat down to compose another letter to Gajeel. Her mother could be annoying about the love thing, but at least she wasn’t like Levy’s grandmother. Esther McGarden had started the family tree on her mother’s side and always told her daughter to look for a man who was strong, handsome, and could go to war if needed. Levy didn’t really look for those things, so when she brought home her two best friends, Esther had clicked her tongue at the lean form of Jet and the chubby build Droy possessed. “Not fit for marriage,” she had clucked, and the boys fell over themselves trying to describe how they could provide for her granddaughter.

But when Esther met Gajeel, her eyes widened in delight at the strong, tall frame of the man standing beside Levy. “This one’s a lucky one! And you’ll have tall children, too!” She elbowed Levy in the gut, causing both Levy and Gajeel to turn bright red and stammer at the old woman’s words. She knew that Gajeel was tall, but compared to Levy’s grandmother, he looked even larger. Levy didn’t have the heart to tell the old woman that Gajeel had been a real pill ever since he met her. While she was disguised as a male under the name of Atticus, he had made her the laughing stock of the battalion.

“Looks like our new private is sleeping out in the cold tonight,” Gajeel grinned as he twisted a blade of grass in between his teeth. The rest of the battalion had laughed heartily at Levy’s impish comment and left her out in the cold. All she did was call Gajeel “Ma'am” because he was taking too long in the bath, and Gajeel had been more than willing to give her that punishment. As she froze out in the cold at night, she wished death and destruction on her new admiral.

When Gajeel found out that Levy was a woman, he retreated to his room and did not return for two nights. When he finally did, he gave Levy his coat to cover her form with, and it dwarfed her. They continued on in search of the leader of the Alvarez Empire. Levy caught up with them later and with their help defeated Zeref, who had been famed to be Empress Mavis’ lover. He had captured her and taken her away so they could be together, but with malicious intent as he had desired to rape and murder the Empress later that night. Thankfully they had stopped the pursuit in time, and Zeref was successfully behind bars.

“Dinner, Levy!” her mother called, snapping the bluenette out of her thoughts. “I’ll be there in a moment!” she called. She stood and ripped her latest letter into shreds. It had told him of how she cared of him and wanted him to come over for dinner some night, but she knew he would just throw it in the fire like he was most likely doing with the rest of her letters. She sighed and resolved to never write a letter to the irritating jerk again.

As she strolled into the dining room in their small home, she heard a voice that was so familiar that it made her stop and back away. Gajeel. ‘Oh, shit,’ she cursed, hoping to back out of dinner quickly. As she turned, she smacked right into her father. August McGarden glanced at his daughter teasingly.

“That’s no way that a lady speaks, love,” he said, stroking his blue beard and stifling laughter. He had always rooted for Levy, and even when she went to the army in his place, he had missed her and hoped that she would one day find the man she loved. And hopefully she had, August thought with a twinkle in his eye. He saw the way Gajeel looked at his daughter as he teased her. It was the same way that August had looked at Adelaide before they had started courting, and that look had never gone away.

“I apologize, father, but I have no interest in seeing Gajeel tonight. I think I’m going to go to bed now. Tell him that I am sick and that I will see him whenever he decides to start returning my letters.” Levy smirked, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Ah, but if he’s here now, you could find out why he is not returning your letters. After all, he does seem somewhat fidgety tonight, and he keeps looking around for a certain short, blue-haired girl.” August grinned cheekily. Levy peered into the room through the small hole that her father had accidently made years ago while piercing a pot’s handle through the soft walls. Sure enough, Gajeel was politely conversing with her mother and grandmother, who both had grins on their faces. But he didn’t look quite…comfortable. Every few moments he would shift his eyes around the room as if looking for someone. Levy grinned and turned to wink at her father. She strutted into the room with a newfound confidence, and Gajeel brightened up right as she came in.

“Levy! What took you so long? Please serve the tea.” Esther told her granddaughter grumpily, her blue eyebrows furrowing in annoyance.

“Yes, Ma'am,” Levy bowed her head, and poured the tea. She peered up at Gajeel through thick eyelashes and knew that he was staring at her as well. The admiral, who commonly had a smirk on his face, was now looking dumbfounded at the bluenette. They gazed into each other’s eyes, chocolate on crimson in an intense battle of who would look away first. Adelaide and Esther shared a knowing look. Tonight would be the night that Levy became a woman!

“Um, McGar-Levy?” Gajeel asked, fidgeting.

“Yes, Gajeel?” She answered girlishly, trying to sound a little more upbeat.

“You’re pouring the tea all over the table.”

“Oh shi—gosh.” She said, barely concealing her swear at the last moment. Gajeel smirked his signature and sipped his tea, enjoying the fact that the little shrimp had a mouth on her. It was one of the things that he liked in a woman—along with stubbornness and impish comments. But he wouldn’t let it get to him. At least, not yet.

“Clean that up right now! You don’t want to look bad in front of your future betrothed!” Esther berated, and in response Gajeel spit out his tea.

Levy quickly mopped up the mess and smirked at Gajeel’s perfect timing. 'Of course he would hack up some tea at a moment like this. Commitment makes him blubber like a baby,’ Levy thought.

When Gajeel calmed himself after his little outburst, Levy had served the soup and the rest of the meal and they began to eat, tucking in to a meal that Esther herself had prepared. Levy was so hungry that she dove into the food and only stopped to chew when Adelaide glared at her, tipping her head towards Gajeel. Gajeel was doing the exact same thing, but they didn’t glare at him! Was it not alright for a woman to be hungry? She was used to army rations and she wanted to taste the food, but she was so excited that it was not rice that she hadn’t noticed how fast she was eating.

That was another thing Gajeel liked about her. She didn’t care what others thought of her, and she did what she pleased. She ate and drank and did what she felt was right, and he admired her for it. “Gajeel?” Levy’s cheerful voice asked. He loved her voice. It was so happy even when the darkest of times were ahead. “How is the food?” She smiled and he nearly dropped his plate.

“Delicious, as always,” he answered, tipping his plate towards her with a small smile. Esther grinned and hoped that he would come over for dinner many more times. And he would be if he was going to court and be her granddaughter’s betrothed…

After the meal was over, the older members of the family left, telling the admiral and private that they would give them some time alone. Levy and Gajeel both flushed at the words, and didn’t look each other in the eye for a few moments until Levy spoke.

“Why haven’t you been answering my letters? I’ve sent one every day since we had the ceremony where Empress Mavis thanked me and told me I had saved Magnolia. You haven’t talked to me since other than to say, 'You fight good,’ and punch me on the shoulder like I’m one of your best friends. You also came over for dinner at my family’s request but didn’t say a word to me. And now you’re back. So you must have something to say, Admiral. So please, let it out. I don’t want to have to make you say why.” Levy said, her voice becoming coarser with every word. Her tears were now starting to hit the table, and she felt so alone. He would do this to her. He was afraid of anything that even remotely had a future attached to it other than being Admiral.

When his father had been killed in battle against Zeref, he also did not leave his tent for two days. Levy only heard his sobs at night, and early that morning he accepted the letter that told him that he would succeed Metallicana Redfox, his father, as the new Admiral. He put on a brave face. And Levy did her best to help, but she knew he had hardened himself off to a future other than being in the military. Military men did not get to go home often, so there was no option of a wife and children. 

His other family was left behind back in Hargeon, and he never once talked about them. She had tried to talk to him about the future in the letters she sent, but she was sure that he had never read them. After all, who wants to read letters from a woman who you just recently thought was a man, and one of your best soldiers at that? She turned away, sobbing and started to make her way to her room where she could be in peace without Gajeel’s presence harming her further. A hand stopped her, grabbing onto her arm and pulling her into a lap.

“Stop. I will tell you if you listen. Now, be quiet, Shrimp, because otherwise your small ears won’t be able to pick up what I’m about to say.” Gajeel said, peering down at her. Levy wanted to retaliate, but she stayed silent.

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified. Ever since you came into the army, I knew there was somethin’ weird about you. Your walk was a bit too small and your shoulders were rounded. An’ I didn’t think into it too much, but I thought it was strange how small you were for a guy. And I thought, 'What a shrimp. That guy is gonna lead us into death and destruction.’ But you didn’t. You led us into the best war I have ever fought and we won.”

“Levy, I haven’t been returning your letters because I think I love you. When I found out you were a woman, my feelings were solidified for the first time in forever about a woman. I usually like em’ tall and big-breasted, but you are small and everything about you is tiny, except your ass. Gihii. And I love that about you. You argue with me. You make me feel bigger than I am. You eat as much food as you possibly can and that is so cute. An’ I don’t know what to do with the feelings because I have never realized that I could have a future other than the military. So stay by my side. It’s hard finding someone so small. And I love ya, Levy. I always will.”

He crushed her head into his hard chest, and her tears stopped. She couldn’t believe it. Gajeel loved her! Holy shit!

“Gajeel!” Levy cried, and she pressed her soft, small lips against his rough ones. Pine mingled with ink made the perfect combination. It tasted like books, and that was her favorite smell. She knew that together they could do anything. And even if Zeref broke out of jail, they would be there together, fighting by one another’s side in love’s war.

When he leaves, your mind can only remember those sympathetic brown eyes seemingly seeing your entire being. Seeing all your fears, your loves, and your passions. You hope that he mostly saw your loves. As you sit alone in your home, his features come back to the front of your mind one by one.

His sturdy shoulders that scrunched forward to surround you as much as possible. His gentle hands, one of which was spread across your entire back, thumb lightly stroking against it.

When you walked through his door, your heart leaped. You’d been on dates before, but never at one another’s house. After all, your houses were made for your own respective sizes. Your head just barely reached above his knee, and you couldn’t help but feel a little jumpy as his seemingly massive form made his way over to you.

You watched him lower down as he came to the door to greet you. He waits respectively for you to climb into his arms for a hug, and as you do, you can feel every muscle in his body working to move him. You feel a strange surge of confidence as you close your eyes and kiss him on the cheek. It’s not much, but it’s a start. His eyes open wide and you can see his face begin to blush. You can’t help but laugh a little, and when he sees you, he’s relived. Perhaps he thought you expected him to return the favor.

He carries you in his soft arms over to the table. He had spent the last hour preparing a tiny meal (he got some strange looks buying the eatingware at the store for smaller folk) and was trying, and failing, to hide his pride in his work. You ate every bit of it. Sure, maybe it wasn’t delicious, but you wouldn’t even notice. You were too happy about the fact that someone worked so hard over you. When you see the food, you give him a look that’s so grateful that he seems to try and hide himself behind the air between you.

Later, the two of you decide to watch a movie. You don’t remember what movie. That hardly matters anymore. You managed to convince him that you wouldn’t mind sitting in his lap, and he started to unconsciously stroke you. He was comfortable with you. Once this occurs to you, you sink against his stomach even further.

By the time the credits roll, he’s paying attention to you. He can’t help it. Maybe he thought it would make you uncomfortable for him to pay attention to you instead of the movie. But now, he’s effortlessly lifted your body onto his, staring at you with those brown eyes of his. You can’t even pretend you don’t love it. You’re trying not to be cute and giggly, but he’s looking at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. You make your way up his chest and kiss him.

You place your tiny hands on either side of his mouth for balance. He knows what you’re trying to do, but doesn’t move for fear of overstepping. You doubt there’s anything he could do that would overstep. You bring your face ever closer to his bottom lip, slightly feeling the little movements that he’s making with his mouth. Little nervous twitches. When you finally make contact, it’s more like laying your face into a pillow than kissing. His hand comes up against your back and presses you ever so gently to his lips.

You start laughing, and quickly assure him that it isn’t his fault. This isn’t exactly something you can practice, after all. You sit upright on his chest, feeling his heartbeat race beneath you. You think about all the people who think this is wrong. You think about all the people who told you that he’s dangerous. That he just wants to hurt you.

And that last one makes you cry. You cry because it isn’t fair to him. You cry because there are people who don’t understand that it’s this simple. Just closeness. He asks you if you’re okay. You say yes, but don’t stop crying. Without hesitating this time, he takes you into his arms and sits upright. He rocks you back and forth. He knows it isn’t his fault this time. He is starting to trust that he understands you better than that. He brings you up and lightly kisses your head.

Finally, you remember his chest. You remember its softness, its warmth. You remember how safe it made you feel. You remember how cold it felt when your goodbye hug ended. The next morning he had brought you back to your house. You could have walked home by yourself, but you got the feeling that he didn’t want to leave you. And you desperately didn’t want him to leave. But you can wait until the next time. Until then, remembering his eyes will help. Just a little bit.

anonymous asked:

Do you also do B.a.p. reaction to stuff? Like for example, B.a.p. reaction to his gf making a meal for him?

yes! i’m assuming you want me to do so, so here you go!~…

  • yongguk’s reaction: 

    he’d walk in to see you finishing the rest of the meal. he’d be silent, not wanting to bother you while you’re in chef mode. he’d admire how cute you look as you put the finishing touches on the food!

  • himchan’s reaction:

    when you two are eating, he’d try his hardest not to seem impressed, but eventually he’d crack once he starts to dig into his food, leaving the both of you smiling and laughing at each other. 

  • daehyun’s reaction:

    this boy would SO love the fact that you made a meal for him, especially on busy days where the group doesn’t have much time to grab a bite to eat. he’d excitedly talk to you, even while his mouth was full, about how delicious the food tastes and how thankful he is :)

  • youngjae’s reaction:

    he would be extremely happy about the fact that you thought about him and prepared food for him! he’d thank you in the form of cute expressions and while you two were eating, he’d feed you every now and then!~

  • jongup’s reaction:

    being the 4D pup that he is, he’d probably do that thing he likes to do where he takes a bite of the food, then pretends to be dead because of how great the food is, then you’d have to feed him again for him to come back to life c:

  • zelo’s reaction:

    he’d attack you with aegyo/greasiness as a sign of thanks~ he’d be all “oh, for me? you didn’t have to~~~” while he did his ‘angelic smile’. he’d be extra cutesy towards you while you two ate together ^__^

anonymous asked:

akashi actually being a horrible cook scenario??

akashi with skills of riko? yeah!

AKASHI looked extremely pleased as he glanced at his table, which was full of different food ranging from Japanese traditional miso soups to more exotic Italian pastas. Everything looked like from a good cooking magazine, pictures that can be found on the internet – perfect. As expected from the absolute Akashi Seijurou. 


The hallway and soon the dining hall with long and expensive table was flooded with his teammates, the famous Generation of Miracles. All five prodigies came today, per their captain’s request, who greeted them in his mansion. Knowing who Akashi is and his character, everyone present did not anticipate a good sunday lunch, they simply knew it’s going to be good. It’s Akashi they’re talking about. 

“Ittadakimas!” They all said, digging in. 

KISE ate the first spoon of the soup and stopped. Disgusting. He put in all the effort, did the impossible; he swallowed it. “It’s… nice, Akashicchi.” He says, eyes searching the table for water. 

AOMINE who unfortunately took his first bite at the same as Kise, except he took a big steak. Awful. He does the same, pushing himself to the limits and cursing himself for taking such a big bite, yet forces it inside. “Great.” He mutters loud enough for Akashi to hear. 

KUROKO meets Aomine’s eyes and ‘light and shadow’ duo can understand each other, that one thought, which was absolutely the same: His cooking is at the same level as MOMOI’s. What they couldn’t figure out, which one was worse? The damaging effect so far is the same, but Akashi’s at least looks and smells fine. 

Not even MURASAKIBARA or MIDORIMA dare to say anything, except how delicious the food is. 

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourselves,” Akashi smiles, very happy about his first try and pleased like never before. 

After this incident in Teiko none of the prodigies let Akashi cook, doing everything humanly possible to prevent their captain from meeting the kitchen. Even after they all scattered to different schools. 

What about his new teammates in Rakuzan? They have yet to find this out, but that’s a different story…