and i hope this is somewhat close to what you wanted dear anon

Dinner

Request from anon: Can you do a story where you (a muggle-born Hufflepuff) go to dinner with the Malfoys, but they’re a little rude and snarky and Draco defends you?

Thanks for requesting anon, may I please note to you all that requests are in fact closed and I am writing requests from the queue. I hope you all enjoy:)

Originally posted by potters-broomstick

It was one of those summer nights, the ones where it doesn’t get dark until 9pm and everything feels light and happy and infinite. You were smiling as you were walking with Draco hand in hand; you didn’t think anything could ruin the light feeling of the soft wind rustling your hair as the gentle sun glittered down. That was, until you stepped inside the manor. 

To say you weren’t what Draco’s parents were expecting would be an understatement. You’d finally convinced Draco to let you meet his parents after nearly a year and a half of dating; he said he didn’t want you to get hurt and over the course of the dinner you understood. 

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Sincerity

Originally posted by fairyprincewinwin

WinwinxReader AU (requested)

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 2.3k 

A/N So this turned out a little very different than what had been requested, and the tone of it kinda changes because I left it for a while and came back to it later. Honestly it’s not the greatest T.T But I hope you still enjoy reading it anon dear~ (Also some things may come off a little insensitive, but this is in all honestly based on my personal experiences with exchange students and language barriers.)


“Sicheng, are you okay?” 

Winwin looks at you like he just came back from another dimension. His eyes are blinking slowly, and his mouth is opening to explain himself. But he’s posture is stiff, as an unreadable tension falls on his shoulders. Although slightly confused, you didn’t have to think too hard about why he appeared so uncomfortable. 

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anonymous asked:

I was wondering if you could do an ex's to lovers thing with the RFA+V and Saeran/Unknown? Like they dated and broke up for whatever reason but started falling in love again?

hello dear anon :) it took me a while but i had fun coming up with the silliest scenarios for breakups and how they make up. i was aiming for humor because because it was unspecified. and seven’s got too angsty idek why but it happened though i posted a lighter version of it x3 i really hope this is not too far off from what you were expecting love ^^;;



Yoosung

  • okay. this boy honestly feels so embarrassed when he realizes what’s happening
  • especially considering the break up was totally his fault and over such a silly matter too!
  • he had actually prayed to thank god when mc hadn’t left the rfa completely after yoosung had chosen his games in heated bout over mc
  • and now he doesn’t know what to do
  • before he actually confesses again to them
  • he’s not scared of rejection, because even if mc does it, they will be mature about it and do it kindly
  • what he’s scared of is mc actually forgiving him and ending up hurting mc again
  • the second party after their break up is very successful and everybody is so proud because it was the biggest they have had yet and everything went so well
  • they are all talking excitedly and mc is hugging jaehee in excitement and considering the occasion, jaehee is also hugging them back and seven joins the hug and pulls yoosung with him and yoosung yells i love you so much mc you’re amazing!
  • it’s kind of awkward for a moment, the big hug feeling stiff now and yoosung realizes he could have said ‘we’ instead of ‘i’ but mc is starting to smile and seven is on the floor with laughter and jaehee gives him a stern look with a well deserved ‘you have it too easy. do not mess up this time.’ and mc hasn’t said anything yet but he’s starting to feel less horrified and more awed and he feels his throat close up but he has to do it right this time. 
  • if you will have give me one chance, i will do my best to make you the happiest person mc! i will never speak before thinking again either! i-i’ll give up lolol if i have to! mc rolls’s their eyes and says he doesn’t have to quit lolol, just be more careful

Jaehee

  • oh dear! this girl feels so guilty for having ended things then  just because she had been paranoid and worried it wasn’t the right time
  • sure they had both been having personal struggles but everything was lovely between them and slowly the other stresses in their lives would be sorted. but jaehee hadn’t wanted to risk having a bad fallout with mc
  • jaehee has all of those problems sorted out now, and with her vision cleared she sees just how bad it had been to break up then, no matter how much she had thought it was the right thing. she had just assumed doing the right thing hurts sometimes
  • it’s surprisingly mc who approaches her this time
  • they are timid and almost spend a good 10 minutes stalling
  • but jaehee is patient and wishful and a little scared
  • when they finally stutter out how they still have feelings for jaehee and only dared to approach her because jaehee seems to be much more relaxed now and she has been saying and doing things when they were together and she liked mc like that
  • jaehee almost smiles when mc stutters to a stop because they realized they were blabbering
  • but mc looks like they’re about to cry or run away or both and despite feeling relieved at the cute display, jaehee grabs mc’s shaking hands in a firm grip and waits till they look her in the eye
  • the words come surprisingly easy to jaehee as she answers mc’s half asked request and confirms that yes, jaehee still likes mc like that and yes, she never stopped liking mc like that throughout and that yes! she would love it if they got together again

Jumin 

  • poor jumin was always very expressive of his emotions and feelings when it came towards mc
  • he couldn’t be blamed completely because a lifetime of hiding his emotions he suddenly learned to share them with someone
  • there was no holding back on his part
  • and maybe because he hadn’t learnt to read others emotions properly yet he never noticed mc getting sad/upset
  • he did notice that mc was not very open with their feelings an expressions, always seeming kind of reserved but jumin was not too upset and was willing to wait
  • though he did have a talk or two with mc to see if mc actually needed help or something but mc always playe dit off with a smile telling him to not worry
  • until one day mc actually had a mini meltdown and broke things off with jumin
  • that day he learned mc was actually very emotional and thus impulsive! The reason for break up? mc felt jumin was too sweet and giving and deserved someone who could show love and give as openly as jumin did
  • cute as it was, it was jarring for jumin to hear all that from a teary mc and he couldn’t stop them  and suggest them to cool down before they rushed out
  • they actually make up in about a couple months because mc manages to admit they were running from all the feelings jumin made them feel and that they felt smothered by all the love they were getting because they couldn’t give
  • and jumin understands somewhat and is always careful from then on to not be too intense with mc and is successfully elarning to get a read on their emotions now so he doesn’t say something that is seemingly harmless but may be too much for mc

Zen

  • it was zen who dumped mc
  • mc was shocked and by the time they could speak zen was already gone
  • honestly zen had thought having taken such a big step would be depressing and help him fall into characters more easily
  • it had been depressing. but it sure as hell hadn’t helped him perfect his roles as he had thought
  • the worst thing was he had become so used to mc so quickly he was starting to get really bad , not even wanting to get out of bed most days
  • mc would avoid him in the chatroom and they were good at it too, because it had been months since mc had come into the chat at the same time as zen
  • it is surprisingly jaehee who confronts him and tells him to settle whatever matter is between mc and him because she wants his flawless performances back. of course she is more worried about zen and mc as rfa members but she doesn’t vocalize it yet
  • is actually surprised when mc agrees to meet him. lowkey knows it’s because because v asked them to meet him, but tries not not let it bother him too much
  • just as zen starts to talk about how he is sorry and how he feels, right there in v’s studio because a public place was a bad idea, mc interrupts his speech with a single word, ‘why?’
  • and zen doesn’t need them to clarify because he damn well knows what they mean by that. and the guilt is suddenly twice as heavy as before because it really completely sinks in that damn it! he had not even explained the reason to mc
  • but he knows from the look in their eyes that they won’t listen to any excuse he has unless he answers that question
  • so he answers honestly, no matter how stupid and trivial it sounds now. mc is really not impressed to have been dumped because zen himself decided that he couldn’t give mc enough time and attention and that they would be better off without each other- each being able to at least get one thing right in life. their careers
  • zen apologizes profusely and mc reluctantly agrees when he asks them out again because he is so sincere and it’s not like they’ve gotten over zen yet


Seven 

  • this boy was so torn! 
  • on one hand  the love of his life, his mc, had given him a news which would be the happiest news for normal people. 
  • and perhaps mc somewhat knew what his reaction would be because they were timid and looked almost scared when they told him
  • but it was like his brain shut down completely as the meaning of what mc said settled in
  • he immediately broke up with mc
  • there was no way he could ever be trusted with not one, or two, but three lives! especially one that would be completely helpless and at anybody’s mercy!
  • mc knew that but even after having just found out about their pregnancy, they refused to not keep the baby. they said as much to him before they packed up their stuff and were leaving
  • seven took their bags and walked to the garage , knowing mc would follow
  • the car ride to jumin’s was silent and tense and the body guards let them in, already having been instructed by jumin
  • he did the right thing. mc would be taken much better care of here than with him this was probably best for them
  • or so seven tried to tell himself
  • the guilt was always there in the back of his mind and it honestly didn’t let him sleep. it was just what he deserved, he thought, to get even lesser hours of sleep than he already did
  • it was really his fault though. all of it. if he couldn’t have been careful, he must at least take responsibility. The process was slow, but seven was warming up to the idea of apologizing and asking mc back. he could try! he could be better than his mom
  • only, it’s almost a month and he hasn’t heard from mc since 
  • his stomach in knots and heart in his throat, he races in one of his babe’s to jumin’s and rushes to the apartment
  • he parks in time to see mc trip over an obstacle he doesn’t see in the blur 
  • he rushes out but mc has already hit the ground 
  • seven has never driven that fast and he’s never seen mc that pale but they’re at the hospital within minutes and mc’s being rushed to er
  • only when the doctors says that everything is fine and that mc might have a concussion does he feel he’s able to breathe
  • mc looks shocked at his choked question about the baby, but he focuses on the doctor’s response, that the baby was safe for now, but it was been quite dangerous
  • saeyoung is surprised he is so relieved and he just kneels beside the hospital cot and apologizes again and again to mc and mc actually says it’s okay. that it’s not his fault. he has never been so sad and so happy at the same time
  • vows to take care of them both and always keep them happy if mc would give him a chance
  • mc says they don’t have the heart to keep his baby from him but that he must keep his word
  • he didn’t know he could cry from happiness


V

  • poor sweet man was devastated
  • mc’s birthday was coming up and v was panicking because mc had given him the perfect gift for his birthday
  • and he couldn’t decide what to get them
  • if he knew what mc liked, he would have bought the whole list
  • the problem was! he did not know what mc liked
  • and it was such a shame for him to not know; of course he could just ask them, but that would give him away
  • so in fit of angst he broke up with mc
  • …though a phone call
  • is so sick of the sadness and guilt and can honestly not even start to forgive himself
  • what has he done
  • mc hasn’t even called once and it has been months
  • one day he gets a visitor at a strange hour
  • he thinks he’s hallucinating when he opens the door to mc but they just push past him and walk into his place
  • when he comes back in, they are seated on the couch with a business like air about them
  • jumin would be proud, v thinks
  • ‘jihyun, you’re not a baby, sweety’, mc starts , and okay this is serious because they called him jihyun and not v
  • which means they are pissed, despite their polite, almost friendly tone
  • v takes a seat as they give him a pointed look and clears his throat
  • looks awed when mc tells him they had given him some time to clear his head and get his thoughts in order because he had sounded so stressed when he had made that call
  • and to tell them what he felt or what problems he was facing
  • just after saying that they looked at him curiously, because ‘are we still dating? or was that break up-break up?’ 
  • jihyun has honestly never felt so relieved and he just wraps mc in a hug because thank you so much, and yes of course we are dating!

 Saeran

  • it was so crazy for saeran
  • did he care about mc? yes
  • did he love them? maybe?
  • how was he supposed to know when he had never known love all his damn life
  • he also didn’t want to be tied down or depend on mc
  • but he didn’t want to say it out right
  • because he knew he would phrase it harshly if he did
  • so he kept canceling their dates
  • and mc was persistent because it was after the 6th cancelled date that they called him, sounding upset and asking him what was worng
  • not if something was wrong, saeran noted felt a swell of pride at their perception
  • but he gave a distant answer and mc sounded more upset and asked him to just answer honestly
  • ‘you want an honest answer?’ saeran snapped ‘well, it goes something like this: i don’t wanna be tied down, and I certainly don’t wanna date you’
  • he expected an angry explosion or maybe even for mc to burst out crying
  • he did not expect them to hang up as soon as the words left his mouth
  • he felt somewhat guilty because he obviously really hurt mc, but he figured it was okay since this way they would have more time to ‘heal’
  • whoever said that time makes everything better was a fucking liar and saeran would punch him
  • because instead of feeling better as days passed after the break up, saeran kept feeling wrose
  • when it wasn’t the guilt eating away at him, it was all thought of mc- mc this, mc that, how mc liked their egg, how mc hated when their coffee got a bit too sweet but couldn’t drink it without sugar either, how mc always let saeran sleep 20 minutes more
  • it was excruciating
  • he especially hated when his damn brother would ask about mc not visiting any more
  • as if to rub salt to his wound
  • what he couldn’t understand was how the heck had mc become such an important part of his life without him having noticed? important enough to have left a gaping hole and that made saeran feel empty even when doing only what he wanted to all day
  • his meddling brother started inviting mc over a lot and it was so awkward because
  • they were right there
  • one such day saeran had locked himself in his room when asshole saeyoung barged into his room and pulled him by the hand till he was on the couch in the living room
  • and mc was already there and saeyoung conveniently left on an errand so they could talk
  • it was awkward but mc asked how he’d been doing and the next moment he found himself spilling everything to her and he couldn’t shut his mouth if he tried and now his voice was getting wobbly and mc was getting teary eyed and this was torture he just wanted to hug mc and hold onto them all day
  • …turns out he did shut up once he realized he had said the last part out loud
  • at least it made mc laugh
  • bonus: saeyoung came home to see saeran and mc cuddled up tight and warm
“...Company Tonight.”

Requested by an anon. OML my headass got blinded by Minsik’s grill instead of the flashing light. Ion even know wtf is wrong with me.

Originally posted by streetrapshit

Lee Gwang Min, your older brother, your best friend, your partner in crime, your role model, your everything. You looked up to your brother for everything. You went to him for advice. You parents always saw your friendship with your brother as trouble, always! 

You only cared and listened to what he had to say. He’d give you his honest opinion on everything and you accepted that. And that’s one reason you loved him. He could never tell a lie, he was always so honest, even if it was hurtful he’d not give a fuck and tell you anyways. 

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anonymous asked:

Please tell me your honest opinion about this current FT arc. I'm honestly struggling to continue this series with his dissapointing fights and development. Also that Juvia seems to be the only character who is out of the picture with her injuries and others get to fight with heavy injuries

Hello Anon-san! Thank you so much for your question!

I have had so many mixed feelings, so many ups and downs, over this current arc. I don’t disagree with you on your feelings. It has been an area of struggle for me as well. It feels as though there are many fans who are struggling through disappointment and frustration over the current arc.

It is most certainly a struggle loving a secondary/support character as much as we do. It unfortunately means that we will not always get what we want. Juvia’s role ultimately takes a backseat to the main cast. As limitless as her potential is, her character design and role is centered around support and love. This isn’t a negative to her character in any way, shape, or form. In fact, it is a very admirable quality in Juvia. She is selfless, aspiring to support, protect, and love her friends and family, and foremost her love. She wanted to protect Gray-sama from the beginning. This desire has only intensified as they have grown closer from enemies to friends to lovers.

This makes Juvia’s character very critical to Gray’s progression and development. Gray is his own character, but he finds warmth and comfort in Juvia that makes him stronger. Juvia inspires and motivates Gray to protect a future that is not just his own. He wants to protect hers as well. Juvia is her own character as well (though not displayed on panel often because of her secondary character status). But she finds acceptance and security in Gray that has made her stronger. Gray inspires and motivates Juvia to love herself and life. She has an impenetrable joy that no one can take from her because Gray opened this up to her. As much as they are separate, their stories are tightly entertwined.

It is heartbreaking to me that we didn’t get to see Juvia truly in action, facing a formidable enemy and triumphing with the skills/powers she developed during the Timeskip. It is frustrating that Juvia remains sidelined with her mortal wound while other characters with more serious, more depleting injuries are still able to fight and shine. It leaves the reader confused with no real sense to what can limit a character and what can’t.

However, Juvia is not the only character where I feel let down on. I was very excited to see Mira use her new takeover magic in a magnificent way. I was so excited when we saw her Seilah takeover and surely when we saw her Alegria takeover, I thought she would have an intense fight. Unfortunately, Mira’s fights were cut short or mostly off-paneled.

In many ways, I wish that there had been less focus on characters from other guilds, so that the cast of Fairy Tail could really shine.

Honestly, the thought has crossed my mind a few times that I may just need to give up on this series if it wasn’t bringing me any joy anymore. However, I also am not quite ready to let go yet. I am so invested in Fairy Tail at this point, and we are so near the end, that I am willing to see it through to the end. My love for Gray and Juvia’s story isn’t diminished because of the disappointments in this arc, so that is what drives me to stick with it.

I also had to go through my own personal grieving process to let go of my disappointments. At the end of the day, this is Mashima’s story, a decade long endeavor he has dedicated his life to. He is more invested in Fairy Tail than any of us, and he wants to produce the best product he can for the story that he personally wants to tell. After 10 years, I am positive that Mashima wants to close out this story in the way he feels is the most satisfying.

It is also important that we remember that he is human with his own needs and desires. And he is limited in making all of his diverse fans happy all the time. Truly, I can appreciate the immense effort that Mashima employs to deliver as much payoff to all his fans as he does. He doesn’t have to care as much as he does for his fans. I truly see Mashima with a kind, dedicated heart that is pleased to please his fans.

Could this arc have been planned and orchestrated better? I certainly believe that even little changes here or there would have helped significantly. Were there lost opportunities throughout the arc? I can name quite a few. But hindsight is 20/20 and again, Mashima is only human.

If for my own peace of heart, I have come to a place where I have forgiven Mashima for the disappointments I feel. He isn’t to blame. But I needed to grieve those disappointments even still and let it go. What has happened in the arc has happened and can’t be altered.

But dear anon-san, if you do decide to continue on with Fairy Tail, take heart! We have some amazing moments to look forward to: Gray and Juvia’s reunion, Gray’s answer, and what lies in the future for the two of them! Gray is about to reveal his ace in the hole. And Juvia will be awake soon enough, welcoming her battered love, and healing him from all the trauma of this war.

This is what makes Juvia such a beautifully deep character! Her worth is not measured by her opportunities to show off her massive power. Nor is her worth measured by Gray himself. Juvia’s worth and value lies in how she loves, supports, and inspires others. Gray happens to be the one who is at the forefront on the receiving end of all that Juvia can do. Gray would be lost without her. That was manifested in Gray’s mental state from 500-507. She builds Gray back up and provides him with a fortress of a foundation full of love that brings light to his life!

So even though I didn’t get to see my favorite character fight and shine in a display of her immeasurable power, I still feel extremely grateful to Mashima for all that he has given us. And I am still hopeful, anticipating all the things to come.

I hope this helped answer your question somewhat. I apologize for rambling quite a bit. Don’t lose heart! We are so close to the end of this arc! ^^

Shoutout to @BonneyQ, @Chanting-to-u, @Dooshiedoosh, @Kanarenee, @Rieriebee, and @Squisherific for being so patient with me and allowing me to vent on those disappointments. It has truly helped me grieve and let go.

anonymous asked:

I read Honenuki got in through recommendation like todoroki and yaoyorozu why do you think he ended up in class B instead of A?

Oh, I’m pretty sure the sorting is somewhat casual - I say somewhat because I think the classes are made trying to keep the overall strength balanced between the two groups, but that’s about it? It’s not like class A is inherently better than class B just because they’re called “A”, it’s mentioned more than once during the story that the potential should be overall the same and the only difference is the battle experience class A has

Anon said: holy shit I lose my shit bc of that text of yours. I mean I knew already how the case was between Baku and Kiri, but it still hit my heart to read that all in one text. I’m so blessed welp X’D

I nearly cried while writing it so guess what you’re not alone anon we can cry together ( ձ ̥̥̥ ヘ ձ ̥̥̥ )

Anon said:  I started watching BNHA because I love your art and I wanted to understand it (came for Haikyuu!! stayed for everything) and oh wow I’m only 7eps in so far but I really like it!!!! Thank you! Your art is incredible keep up the good work! : D

AHHHH THANK YOU!!!!!! I’m glad you’re liking it!!!!!!!!!!!! <3<3

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anonymous asked:

1. The fifth time they meet, it is because she seeks him out at the Royal castle. It is several weeks after he allowed her to escape from the Dark One’s dungeon, and she has recovered fully from her wounds. She tries to tell herself to let that be their final interaction – he had the opportunity to end her life, but chose not to, which means he’s moving on from thoughts of vengeance. She should lie low and permit him to walk that path without having to deal with her - the person he blames.

2. She should also be making the most of her second chance, moving on from her old life and family. And yet, if there is one thing she can’t do, it is to let go of her son completely. Facing an existence without seeing him is even harder when another version is so close. So, against her better judgement, she finds herself one evening pushing her dinner to one side, taking a deep breath and allowing her magic to transport her away.

3. She reappears next to a bench set amongst some rose bushes. It is a small, private side-garden, accessible only to those who know both where the door is hidden and also have the key. The bushes look cared for, so she can tell at least someone tends the plants inside. Her instincts told her to come her, so she settles on the bench and waits. A long time passes, her fingers becoming cold from the breeze. Her wounds may be healed but her body is still more tired and sensitive than before.

4. Finally, when the last of the daylight has vanished and the stars have made their appearance, she hears the sound of a key in the lock. Someone enters, closing the door behind them, and then footsteps near. She waits patiently as the person approaches, letting herself smirk slightly when the feet come to an abrupt halt. ‘We’ve spoken before without guards,’ she pushes, when the silence lingers. Henry – King Henry, as she always has to tell herself – moves into view.

5. ‘How do you even know about this place?’ he asks, a curious expression on his face instead of exhibiting fear or hatred. She supposes that is definitely a step in the right direction. ‘I gather you read that book back to front several times?’ she replies, already knowing the answer. He nods, choosing to lean against a statue rather than join her on the bench. He’s dressed in typical night robes for this land – not something her Henry would be seen dead in. She smiles at the thought.

6. ‘Well, when we had that year where we were all sent from Storybrooke back to the Enchanted Forest, and I was separated from my Henry-’ she breaks off, pain in her heart at the similar situations. And yet this time, there is no Snow or David or even Belle around her. ‘We stayed in our version of this castle – the entire pathetic group of people. I would come here every night, just to have some peace, and think about Henry without Snow asking me every five minutes if I was alright.’ 

7. She almost bites her tongue when she realizes she’s mentioned Snow’s name. The death of his grandparents and disappearance of his mother is of course all on her head in his eyes – even if she wasn’t the version to actually perform those acts. Henry crosses his arms, but appears to contemplate what she says. ‘If what is written in the book is true,’ he begins slowly, ‘And I’m not saying that I believe it - it could just be your way of trying to trick me.’

8. He glances sideways at this, and she knows he’s lying – he does believe the book, at least somewhat. ‘If it were true though, you two ended up being close then? You and Grandma?’ She smiles sadly at him, and nods. ‘We forgave each other, and became family. She was always giving me ridiculous hope speeches. Emma became a dear friend too. I miss them.’ He bites his lip, clearly turning something over in his mind. ‘If it was so difficult during that year, why did you leave again? Leave Henry?’ 

9. ‘It’s all there in the book, Henry,’ she says gently. ‘I didn’t have a choice about leaving. And I miss him, every single day.’ Silence falls for a moment. Her hands are getting colder, and she rubs them together slightly. ‘I’m not him,’ Henry blurts out suddenly. ‘I’m not your son. I have no memories of growing up with you, or living in that world.’ She remembers then – remembers mistaking him for her Henry when she lay dying. Maybe that is what made him believe in the book. 

10. ‘I know you aren’t my son,’ she admits, twisting her fingers together. ‘That doesn’t mean you aren’t like my Henry in many ways though. You’re him if he had had a very different upbringing, is all.’ He snorts at this, rubbing a toe into the dirt. He looks very much like a teenager in this moment, and nothing like a King. ‘I’m not trying to replace my son,’ she continues, watching his face closely. ‘And if you want, I can leave and you’ll never have to see me or think about me ever again.’ 

11. He becomes quiet again at this offer, and the silence stretches on so long that she makes a move to stand up and transport herself away. If that is his choice, then she will respect it. But as soon as she’s standing, he holds out a hand. ‘I have to welcome all the nobles in the Kingdom to the castle next week,’ he tells her, in an odd shift in topic. ‘I’m slightly terrified that they won’t take me seriously, considering the fact that they’re all at least two decades older than me.’

12. ‘Overwhelm them with polite steeliness,’ she advises him with a twitch of her lips. ‘I became Queen at a rather young age myself, and found if you’re polite but don’t let them get away with anything, the old curmudgeons learn to respect you quite quickly.’ He nods, and at last smiles back. ‘I know, I read the books,’ he tells her. At her confused expression, he elaborates. ‘Our history books, about your reign. When you weren’t trying to track Grandma down, you were a pretty good ruler.’ 

13. She laughs slightly, and shrugs her shoulders. ‘Helped that a lot of them were scared of me,’ she admits, pursing her lips. ‘Not a prudent route for you to take.’ He drops his chin in agreement. ‘Most of my advisors are terrible,’ he confides with a wince. ‘Half of them don’t know what they’re talking about, and the other half want to run the kingdom themselves.’ She knows that feeling well, and extends a hand out, letting it hang in the air between them for a moment in a gesture of peace. 

14. ‘I understand that, I do,’ she tells him seriously. ‘If you ever need another person’s opinion, I’m always available.’ She feels stupid at the offer, but there is a flicker of relief in his eyes, or so she chooses to see. ‘I come to this garden every night myself,’ he informs her. ‘None of my guards are allowed to disturb me here.’ They stare at each other for a moment, with new-found understanding. ‘Good night, Henry,’ she says, and she sees him smile before she transports herself away.

While You Were Out

To the anon asking for Frank smut 😏👌🏻

You were on the couch, reading your book and trying to concentrate though your brother’s loud music blasting from the floor below. You decided you’d endured your last moment of tolerance before marching down and screaming at him.

“GERARD! JUST BECAUSE OUR PARENTS ARE GONE, DOESN’T MEAN YOU CAN BLOW UP THE WHOLE NEIGHBORHOOD!” You thought he barely heard you, but he turned off his music anyways.

“Alright,” he groaned, rising from his chair, “I’ll take Mikey out and we’ll find elsewhere to go, so we can leave you in peace to read your precious book.” He smiled, large and fake, shaking his head, black hair whipping around.

A few minutes later, the two were out the door and a violent knocking arose on the door, replacing your much-anticipated silence.

“Dear Lord, I hope it isn’t that damn druggie again. This neighborhood is such shit.”, you thought, making your way to the door, checking and opening it before having Frank Iero burst into your house like a madman.

“Where is he?!” Frank spoke hardly, like he was about to pound someone’s face in.

“Frank, what the hell are you talking about?” You muttered, closing the door.

“You have GOT to tell me where your douchebag of an ex lives. I’m gonna make it so he can’t move for days.” He replied hotly, grinding his jaw and staring at you intensely while pacing the floor.

“Frank, please. Forget it. Forget him… I know he talks crap about me. I don’t care.” You held his shoulders firmly, managing to get him to stand still.

“God, y/n, I was just downtown and I heard his friends talking about things he said, things you did, the things you begged for… He made you seem like such a degraded…”, he broke off here, breaking your eye contact, “it makes me sick.”

With this sentence, his whole attitude seemed to drop and you wrapped your arms completely around him, burying your face in his shoulder, almost tasting the scent of cheap cologne and stale cigarette smoke, feeling his warm body against yours.

He hesitantly slid his arms around you, as if he was embarrassed, and you whispered in his ear softly, “It’s alright, Frank. I could really give less of a shit of what he says, and you wanna know why?” You smiled into the skin beneath his ear.

“Why?“

“Because I happen to be in love. In love with someone who’d never treat me like him, and if he only felt the same way, I’d be the luckiest girl in the world.” Here, you placed a dramatic sigh and Frank pulled out of the hug, still keeping his hands on you.

“Who is it?” He asked, looking deep into your eyes, somewhat anxiously.

Dear Lord, was he gorgeous, a bit of messy dark hair falling in his eyes. You tucked the stray strands back while speaking in the lowest voice possible, “He’s standing right in front of me.”

Frank looked stunned for a moment, as if you’d punched him in the stomach. As you began to stutter out something else, he quickly cut you off, his lips melting into yours happily as his arms slithered around your back. You clutched around his neck and pulled out for air.

“You’re the most amazing girl, y/n… Of course I feel the same.” He grinned, sheepishly looking down, biting his bottom lip, flushed from the impact of kissing yours.

“Frankie?” You whispered, looking deep into those hazel eyes that caused your heart to rev at full speed, “Wanna go to my room?” You cocked an eyebrow at him and smiled lightly as he nodded in awe, taking him by the wrist.

You shut the door behind you and were immediately enveloped in Frank’s arms once more, and you beamed at him before going in for another kiss, one in which you peeled his jacket off as he licked and bit at your bottom lip, and you let him slide his tongue in as he lightly pressed you against a wall. He began making a light trail of kisses on your neck as you breathed shakily.

"Frankie? Please take me. Please. I know you know I’m not a slut, but I’ve also never really done much, and I want you to be my first.” The words tumbled out of your mouth before you could censor yourself, your face burning hot from embarrassment as he abruptly stopped the kisses at this comment.

He placed his hands on each of your arms, sliding them down to your hands and holding them tight, intertwining his fingers with yours and looking deeply into your eyes, “Are you sure you want to do this?” You only nodded in response, for fear you’d say the wrong thing. You had thought of being with him like this every night for months, and you weren’t going to lose this chance.

Frank pecked you on the lips softly before finally taking his shoes off, as well as his shirt and jeans, leaving him in what seemed like over-sized black boxers and hole-ridden black socks. You giggled at the sight and smiled as his hands toyed with the sides of your shirt, pulling it over your head, kissing you lightly again as he gently tugged down your jeans as you un-clasped your bra, letting it drop to the floor. Frank swallowed hard, looking at you.

“Wow. You look…. Amazing…. Wow.” His eyes moved up and down your body slowly, a smile starting on his face, as if you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He swiftly picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bed, plopping you down as he crawled on top of you, hands at your breasts, kneading lightly as his hips ground against you and his lips met your neck in the roughest of fashions, making you curse and breathe his name deeply.

“Babe, I can’t-” you whined. He moved away from your neck quickly, a concerned look on his face.

“Oh, fuck. Did I mess up? Did I hurt you? Is this too far? I can stop if you want.” He breathed quickly, concern clearing the lustful glimmer in his eyes.

“No, no, nothing like that!”, you grinned, “I just can’t stand anymore of this damned teasing!” You smirked, colliding your lips with his, raking your nails lightly in his back while his hips moved lightly onto yours, making you pant with excitement, goosebumps forming all over as he sent the tips of his fingers down your sides.

“You’re sure, right?” He asked, panting into your mouth. You nodded again as you felt his hands slip to the sides of the black lace covering your hips, and he pulled away as he slid them all the way off, throwing them across the room, then doing the same to his own. He spoke softly.

“Just look at me, okay? I’m right here and can stop whenever you want.” He smiled as he lined himself up, and your entire body shook and you let out a high pitched groan as he pushed himself inside,

“Fuck….”He moaned into your ear, causing more shivers down your spine. You clutched at the skin on his back desperately as he started pumping, the pressure inside of you slowly building up. Sweat was breaking out on Frank’s forehead and he groaned as he picked up his pace.

“Shit… You’re so tight, Babe.” You gripped his biceps and managed to lift your head up to kiss him roughly as he started hitting deeper and deeper, pounding into you relentlessly, causing him to expel a string of curse words, and you were slowly running out of breath, meeting him halfway as your skin slapped together.

“Oh F- oh God, I’m gonna cum!” You squealed as Frank hit deep inside of you, causing your whole body to shake and tremble as your walls clenched uncontrollably, electric dancing on your skin as you felt Frank move his arm as he pulled out and pumped himself a few times before releasing himself all over your bare stomach. He collapsed beside you until you both caught your breath, the two of you laughing lightly when you looked over at each other, giggling for no apparent reason.

You cleaned up and found your way to the couch, realizing that Gerard and Mikey could come in at any moment. You were tucked under Frank’s arm as you watched a rerun of Sabrina, the Teenage Witch, realizing how you were basically Salem, always there with a pun or sarcastic comment. Frank voiced your exact thoughts moments later. For some reason, he found this really funny, and you looked up at him as he laughed.

“Really? Really? It’s not funny, Frank, c'mon.” You rolled your eyes as he began to tickle under your armpits, causing you to squeal and giggle, pretty much spasming and finding your way onto Frank’s lap as he glanced down at you with the biggest smile you’d ever seen on him.

“Fuckin’ cutie” you cursed quietly, stretching your neck up to kiss him, a hand behind his head, his hands running all over your back. You didn’t even notice anything amiss until you heard the loud voice from the doorway.

“Y/N! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU-” Gerard’s voice stopped when Frank pulled away and Gee realized who you were kissing. “Well… Hell. I guess you already know…Y/n, Frank has a massive crush on you.” He shut the door behind him as you scooted off of Frank’s lap.

“I just thank God I came back for this, as disgusting as it is. It makes me sick to think what I would’ve seen if I walked in five minutes from now.” This comment was tossed over Gerard’s shoulder as he walked into the kitchen, following Mikey, who avoided the situation, leaving you and Frank to suppress your laughter and exchange knowing glances before sharing a light, sweet kiss, met with two very loud “EWWWWWW"s from the brothers that joined you, wedging themselves between you and Frank.

anonymous asked:

For the meme, D with Cloud and his Mom please?

subtle kindnesses.  thank you anon :)

Dear Mom,
Sorry for not answering your letters.  I know it worried you.  I’m sorry – I really am.  I haven’t been able to write much though.  
I didn’t make the cut for SOLDIER.  You probably already guessed as much when I never responded to tell you how I did.
Zack says you’re allowed to retake the test four times, so five times total, before they decide you’re hopeless.  The next test is in eight months.  I’ll try again.
I know you were counting on me.  I’m really sorry.
Cloud

In the second month after Cloud failed to get into SOLDIER (the first one was spent mostly lying in bed, hiding from his friends, and ignoring the steadily-growing pile of letters from his mother), he got three large care packages. 

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Sunshine

requested by anon: Harry Potter realizing what a sweet person Scorpius is

Words:694

Fandom: Harry Potter (CC)

a/n this kind of sucked… and it’s not really Scorbus?? Idek but in any way I hope ya’ll enjoy it :)


Harry wasn’t the most excited for this upcoming Winter holiday. It was the second Christmas after everything with Delphi went down and Ginny talked him into inviting the Malfoy’s to come for the Holiday’s.

Albus had been begging for years to allow the youngest Malfoy to come over but Harry never could quite get past his childhood rivalry with the older Malfoy.

Now that the two were on somewhat solid ground Ginny believed it would be nice to have them over – she also believed after loosing Astoria the two had been rather lonely and they deserved some time surrounded by friends. Harry didn’t think he’d go as far to say him and Draco were friends but he wanted to make Albus happy so he agreed to send out the invite.

Harry didn’t expect them to agree. He still wasn’t keen on Scorpius or of the idea of him and his son hanging out so much. He knew it was unfair of him to judge the boy without knowing him but the hostility was there.

The day arrived in which the Malfoy’s would be arriving and Harry felt very apprehensive.

“Harry, be kind okay.” Ginny said straightening her husbands shirt.

“I will try,” Harry said causing Ginny to give him a look. “What I can’t promise anything more.”

“You’ve never even given the boy a chance,” Ginny said. “And Albus really likes him so I ask that you give him a chance.”

Harry squinted at his wife catching the way she’d said it. “What’s that suppose to mean?”

She rolled her eyes. “You don’t noticed anything do you?”

He went to continue to ask what she meant when there was loud thud in their living room.

“Scorpius!” Harry heard his youngest son shout.

Ginny and Harry walked out to the living room where the Malfoy’s stood. Albus was running down the stairs two at time.

“Albus!” The two boys collided in a hug before they seemed to realize other people were around and dislocated from each other. “Mrs. and Mr. Potter, thank you for the invite.”

Harry was surprised that the boy had such amazing manners. Not to mention he had a brilliant smile – so wide it nearly reached his eyes. Why hadn’t Harry noticed how innocent the boy looked?

Ginny gave the boy a warm smile. “Please, call me Ginny.”

His wife and youngest son both gave Harry a look, Ginny elbowing him. He took the hint. “Call me Harry.”

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“Thank you Draco,” Ginny said as the three of them sat at the kitchen. “For agreeing to come. It meant a great deal to Albus.”

“If I’m being honest I wasn’t sure if I’d accept,” Draco said. “But Scorpius was very eager and he’s been through a great deal.”

“As has Al,” Ginny said with a sigh. “I’m just glad we can put aside our differences for our son’s happiness. Isn’t that right dear?”

Harry sat up straight, realizing his wife had just addressed him. What had she said again? Ah, right. Setting aside differences. Of course. “Yes. The two are very close. They make quite a pair.”

Draco nodded. “They seem to make each other very happy.”

Harry nodded as well. Albus was happier when he was with Scorpius. He looked over to the pair out the window. They were laying on the grass just talking to each other. In that moment Harry witnessed the two laugh.

Albus laughed. Harry couldn’t remember the last time he saw his son laugh — or be outside. He always trapped himself deep in his room when he was home only coming out for meals.

A smile found it’s way onto Harry’s face. Scorpius wasn’t as bad as he thought — hell the boy wasn’t bad at all. He was just a boy who made Albus happy, laugh and smile like Harry had always wanted for his youngest son.

“Yes,” Harry said. “They really do.”

Scorpius was already beginning to warm on him and it was only the first day. How did he ever believe this boy was a dark cloud? If anything he was the sunshine in Albus’ life.

requested: jon snow after he comes back from the dead

for the amazing anon who requested

thank you for requesting and hope you super enjoyed this because this was very fun to write!!!

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Reminiscing when you both met each other, him arguing with the other rangers. With all the collective comments that you can’t take in a girl but that all came to an end when he swore to protect you even inside the Castle Black, no matter how many men say that it’s not allowed. Your relationship grew deeper when you both got to understand each other and know each other. You both swore and promised to always protect each other no matter what. And here he is, lying on the wooden table with his body collectively etched with stab wounds. His eyes closed and his body pale and cold.

You walked the room with your knife in your hand, your footsteps echoing the room. Ser Davos was in the room and he called upon you, “Dear, sit down.”

You looked at him dead in the eyes, “Sit down?! You want me to sit down when Jon was stabbed to death and left in the cold?!” You screamed at him while coming closer to him, “He was my friend!”

The other men in the room grabbed you both by the arms to calm you down. But you were still screaming at the top of your lungs, “I will kill them all! I will hang them myself! I will kill them!”

•••

You entered the room where Jon is accompanied by Ghost and your other friends. You walked slowly towards him, his eyes following you with a little smile playing on his mouth. “I got told that you had a scene over here earlier.” His voice hoarse and somewhat livelier than ever. You stood up a few feet away from him, your eyes fixated on his whole living body and his intense breathing. 

He held his arm and motioned you to come over, “Come.”

Not really believing it, you looked around the room and all the your friends are even smiling and throwing jokes. You joined them, you laugh and smile, your pace increasing as his smile widens.

“Jon.” You enveloped his hand with both of your hands and kissed it. Your smile never leaving your lips.

In a flash, you remembered his naked body with all the wounds and it just broke you. You broke down, your hands shaking, your cries growing louder. He sat and pulled you towards him to engulf you in a hug. “Jon.”

“I’m here. I’m here.” He hugged you, securing you in his arms. “Don’t cry now." 

You hushed down eventually, thus hitting him on his chest. Repeatedly you hit him. "If you ever try to fucking leave me again,” you montioned to men around you, “or us, I swear to the gods that I will kill you myself.”

A howl of laughter overhelmed the area, and some others agree that they will kill Jon themselves too. The whole room vibrated with the cool happy laughter when you stared at him. “I’m serious, Lord Commander.”

His smile subsided, “Oh you’re serious?”

You nodded you head at him. “Fuck yes,” you continue to threaten him as you whispered so he could only hear it, your smile never leaving your lips, “So don’t you ever, ever leave me. Don’t forget our promise, Jon.”

He kissed you by your cheek, and said, “I will never, ever leave you again.”

You laughed at him, “Damn right, Jon!,” you hugged him again, “I am so glad you’re back.”

He winked at you, his hands feeling your face and his eyes full of emotion, “Me too, Y/N.”

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thanks for reading fam x much appreciate it!!!

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anonymous asked:

hey can u write a scenario where jimin is a bodyguard to a celebrity or the daughter of a ceo and they get very close and develop a forbidden romantic relationship and things get very smutty? thanks😊

Why Don’t We Try? (Bodyguard!Jimin x Reader Fluff/Smut)

Genre: Fluff/Smut w/ Slight Angst??
Word Count: 3,586

Oh lorde I hope this is what you asked for ^^; I did my best on it but thanks for the request dear anon. I had loads of fun experimenting with this one too!

You were the daughter of the CEO of possibly the biggest manufacturing company in Korea. He was in charge of all the smaller stories that sold his product and his workers of course. His employees were on very strict orders , time , and especially who they may communicate with. Your father barely ever hires people as well , he said he was only looking for the best of the best to work in the name of his company. You sometimes came with him to his work and sat in his office or went out to observe his employees working profusely. Your father was very protective of you and whenever you went near a machine , by near meaning ten feet , he would be out of his mind and worry about you getting hurt. One faithful day you were strolling down in the employee’s work area with huge machines and knick knacks all around when you weren’t watching where you were going and bumped into one of the towering machines. You look up in shock and shrugged it off as your father came running down the stairs to the bottom floor frantically. That’s why he decided to hire you a bodyguard right after that incident to ensure that you wouldn’t get hurt.

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Good Intentions (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Originally posted by leafierleaf

A/N: Thank you all for being patient with this oneshot because of everything going on! I strayed from the request. I know. It just happened and I rolled with it. I hope this still satisfies you anon. Also, dear anon - I didn’t know what you meant by “complicating things” so I just made the reader somewhat clumsy and awkward! I hope you all enjoy!

Pairing: Bucky x reader (It kind of turned out more like a friendship)

Warnings: A bit of swearing

Word count: 1,795


Request: Hey! Could you do a Bucky x Reader where the reader isn’t very close to anyone but him, and she’s really intelligent but always complicates things, so he tries to show her easier ways to figure things out, and ends with fluff?


When you heard that someone new was moving into the Avengers Tower, you were anxious. You had heard rumors that Bucky Barnes, Steve’s friend from back in the forties, was the one coming for rehabilitation and eventually take his place on the team. You weren’t that much of a people person so you were not looking forward to seeing a new face in which you may have to get to know. You weren’t really friends with any of the other Avengers anyways; other than Tony giving you work all the time and brief conversations with the others every day or two.

You were quite surprised when Tony asked you to be the Avenger’s assistant last year. You were originally the head lab technician of the tower before you were promoted. Tony recognized your intelligence and took a liking to you as you often consulted him for different things and he decided to give you a promotion.  Your new job certainly was a lot more work, but your pay check was considerably bigger which you couldn’t argue with.

Currently, you were walking towards the elevators that brought you up to the top floors where the team was coming together to meet Bucky. You weren’t sure if it was a great idea to have everyone introducing themselves at once. You felt as though he would get overwhelmed and you didn’t know what that would mean. Maybe you would just wait in the back of the room and wait until everyone else was done saying hello to Bucky.

Before you knew it, the elevator dinged and the doors opened and immediately you could hear chattering followed by a few pauses and a soft gruff voice which you could only figure was Bucky.

You walked into the lounge to see most of the team there, a few were missing, they most likely had to drop in quickly because of other business. Tony was the first to see you as you hesitantly took a few steps and stayed on the outskirts of the room. He, Steve and Bucky seemed to be talking at the moment so he raised a hand to wave at you and you smiled back at him returning the favor.

Before you knew it, Tony was beckoning for you to come over and once you were standing next to them Steve was the one to introduce you to him and him to you, “Y/N, this is Bucky. Bucky, this is Y/N.”

You immediately raised your left hand for a handshake and quietly said, “It’s, uh, nice to meet you Bucky.”

He was hesitant to shake your hand and you realized why in a split second; he had to use his metal arm. You could see the silver poking through the end of the sleeve and the beginning of his glove, but, he ended up shaking your hand quickly and gently.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Y/N.” He responded.

Without thinking, you blurted out, “Nice arm.” and you mentally face palmed yourself as that was one of the things you were trying to avoid; embarrassing yourself and making Bucky uncomfortable.

To your surprise, he chuckled quietly and gave you a small smile, “Thanks.” You could tell underneath his tone when he spoke he was definitely the Bucky Steve had told you about a few times. You could tell that the old Bucky was still in there, somewhere.

Strangely, you felt you would form an interesting friendship with the ex-assassin.


And you were right.

Over the past few months, you had grown quiet close to Bucky. It was unlike your relationships with the other Avengers, you were mostly acquaintances with the rest of them team. Surprisingly, he was the one who initiated the friendship at the beginning, talking to you whenever he saw you, eventually building up to you hanging out; doing normal things friends do, which you hadn’t done in a while.

Bucky’s room was right across from yours and you felt like Tony had done that on purpose for some reason. In the first week Bucky was at the tower he had nightmares every night, and you could hear every bit of them. You didn’t do anything about it the first week simply because you didn’t know what to do or say if you went to check on him.

But, the next few weeks after that you gathered up the courage to check on him and you would have to ask FRIDAY to unlock his door. To Bucky’s, and your’s, surprise you did quite well at calming him down and comforting him throughout the nights. Eventually, you started to notice he was leaving his door unlocked at night.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

You were jolted awake by the sound of your alarm clock and you almost knocked it off the nightstand trying to turn it off. You sighed looking at the time, 8 am. You didn’t really want to get up as you were up late last night organizing Tony’s files in his lab. You didn’t understand how someone could function with stacks of paper and files everywhere.

Slowly but surely, you were able to drag yourself out of bed and get ready for the day and in no time you were headed to the lounge to find yourself some breakfast. You figured a cup of coffee would do you just fine.

Walking into the lounge, you saw Bucky sitting at the table reading a book, “‘Mornin Buck!” You cheerfully said trying to get your mood up to start the day.

Bucky looked up from his book, not knowing you were there before you spoke, “Good morning, Y/N!”

“Sleep well last night?” You asked as you headed into the kitchen, grabbing a mug to get coffee. You were referring to the fact that you hadn’t heard Bucky having a nightmare during the night.

“Yeah, they keep getting better and better.” He answered.

“That’s a good sign.. I guess.” You mumbled as you turned to the coffee pot that still contained some leftover coffee and poured the rest of it into your mug. Looking to the left you saw a box of what you guessed were donuts. Upon further inspection, you opened the top to reveal donuts with white frosting and blue and red sprinkles and you laughed at loud.

“What are these? Captain America donuts?” You laughed as you jokingly asked Bucky.

Bucky laughed back with you and stood up from his spot at the table and walked towards you, “Steve came home with those last night. He wouldn’t tell me where he got them or if someone gave them to him.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if it was Tony.” You chuckled and grabbed one of the donuts as there were still a few left and took a bite, “Oh my god these are delicious.”

You were cut off by footsteps entering the room and you turned around to see Tony looking at you, “FRIDAY said that you organized my files yesterday?”

You swallowed the bit of the donut and shifted your weight on your feet nervously, “Is that a problem?”

Tony shook his head back and forth at your question, indicating yes and no and said, “No, not really, any normal person would be thankful but, me on the other hand, it was an organized mess. I knew where everything was even though you might have seen it as a disaster.”

“Uh, sorry I guess then- I mean I can-”

Tony raised his hands and stopped you mid sentence, “No need to apologize. You know what? Never mind.” And with that, Tony walked out of the room.

You stood there a bit confused on what had just happened, and turned back to the counter and mumbled, “Tony just came in her asking for what should have been an apology. Then, said nevermind I’ll just go mess up what you just did? I keep thinking I have good intentions and I just make things worse or more complicated.”

“Hey, don’t listen to him,” Bucky walked up closer to you and nodded his head pointed to Tony who had just left the room, “He didn’t mean it, he’s probably just not used to other people picking up his mess for him.”

You were mostly talking out your thoughts by now, “You would think that Pepper forced it into him to be at least somewhat clean and organized. I feel like he’s the only one who gives me a hard time about it.”

Bucky lifted up his non-metal arm and placed it on your shoulder, trying to comfort you after the situation with Tony, “He does it with everybody. He appreciates the gesture but he’s not so good at saying thank you.”

You sighed, “Maybe. Thanks Buck.”


A few days later you found yourself curled up on the couch trying to not let the past few day’s stresses get to you. You had been given a fairley normal amount of work but you ended up complicating everything causing you to get stressed out. You were trying to not let it get to your head, but you ended up sitting on the couch, sniffling, with tears leaking out of your eyes. It was the worst place you could be because anybody could walk in and see you.

You weren’t sitting there for long until you heard footsteps walk into the room. You didn’t bother to look up and you were hoping that by not looking or making any noise you would be invisible.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? What happened?” Bucky cautiously sat down next to you

You sniffled, trying to get a hold of your feelings, “I’ve just been having a bad day,” You wiped your eyes, trying to stop the tears leaking out, and covered your face with your hands, “I’m just stressed and I’m making everything complicated and… I don’t know, Buck.”

Bucky pursed his lips, pausing before he spoke, “Hey, why don’t you take a break, we’ll watch a few movies together. Take your mind off of everything.”

You shook your head and started to stand up, “No, no. I- I have to get back to work. Tony expects me to have it done-”

Bucky stood up quickly after you and grabbed your arm, stopping you, “Y/N, your mental health is more important than getting work done. Tony would understand; and if he doesn’t I’ll kick his ass.” He smiled at you, trying to lighten the mood.

You smiled back at him and shifted yourself on the couch, now sitting on one of your legs. You looked at Bucky seriously and pointed at him, “Only if we watch Princess Bride.”

Bucky leaned in to kiss you on the forehead and started to get up to find your favorite movie, “Sure thing, doll.”

anonymous asked:

Hey there! Love your blog! A while ago I saw your post for some reylo fic recs and I've gone through them all and absolutely loved them. I just wanted to ask if you had any more great reylo fics?

Hello, anon!! Thank you so much for your kind words, and I’m so glad you liked my previous rec lists and found some things you like there!! Boy I’ve been looking forward to answering this new request all day, too. *cracks knuckles* Let’s do this.

So I’ve done a few fic rec posts in the past, but mostly they overlap in some of their choices (I can’t help what I love!). So this time how ‘bout I share what I’ve been reading recently with you guys? These are in no particular order at all-

Delicious Ambiguity by Juulna @juulna
Hoookay, so this is a COMPLETED 8 chapter fic that handles the kid concept pretty well and in an original way. Rey and Kylo continuously face off against each other until at one very personal confrontation, he accuses (yes, accuses) her of being pregnant. Kylo’s jealous possessiveness ensues and as Rey deals with the mystery pregnancy, she finds herself more and more looking to her nemesis for moral support. It’s an interesting one for sure.

Last Train by incognitajones               
THIS story was a lot of fun with some feels at the end. Another completed 8 chapter fic. Rey works at a hospital and after getting off a long shift, finds herself falling asleep on some rude asshole’s arm and missing her stop completely. Only that was the last train. And there’s nothing around for miles. Rude asshole feels bad for this hyper-sensitive over-exhausted trainwreck of a girl and lets her crash at his house. Oh, the fateful decisions we make!

Dear Porcupine by momo_official              
Soulmates WIP sort-of coffeehouse AU?- people with soulmates have their names tattooed somewhere on them. Only all the times when Rey has tried to look up hers online, it’s nothing but reports about a kidnap victim from the ‘90s. To Rey, her soulmate is virtually dead. He has to be. She doesn’t even want him to be her soulmate anyway. She loves someone else. Until some weirdo comes in with his rude friend to order the most selfish drink ever and things get really, really complicated….

i wish i could carry your smile in my heart by TheJGatsby               
OK, so the @thejgatsbykid​‘s drabbles are some of the best of the reylo corner. There, I said it. And this adorable, angsty story is no exception. Ben’s about to marry his boyfriend (give you one guess who that is) until he finds a tear-stained letter at the bottom of his suitcase from his best friend. Oneshot.

Precipice by Hamliet
9k+ long oneshot where Rey gets assigned during her hospital internship to someone she thought she’d never see again. And she’s furious. Until she starts to realize maybe people can change. This was a really fun ride on the pain train that, you know, you should consider. 

Stay by IshaRen 
A rather sweet and somewhat angsty oneshot following all the trysts between the warring enemies Kylo Ren and Rey. Every time she gets up to go he begs her to stay, and finds himself telling her sensitive secrets of the First Order just to keep her close for a little longer. Until those secrets get bigger and bigger, and Rey isn’t sure it’s just an ill-conceived fling anymore.

Prosecco by Hormonal_Trashbag   
OH DEAR, so remember I said yesterday that there were an awful lot of oneshots in ao3 lately and that I loved it? It’s because of sweet, short, beautifully formed moments like this one. A snapshot day in the life, or rather weekday morning, of Ben and Rey. Modern AU and so worth a look.

The Fallen Star by bunnystealsyourcarrots              
Back to chaptered fics, this is a twisted take on darkside apprentice Rey with a surprisingly sympathetic First Order and featuring everybody’s favorite one-line character Bazine Netal (does that woman know she stole the movie??). This story has a refreshingly different take on Kylo’s characterization that is hard to explain but interesting as hell to read about. He’s promiscuous, possessive, knows exactly what he wants, is level-headed about his to-do list. Meanwhile Rey is just spiraling over internal conflicts. This is a WIP so hop aboard!!

Seldom All They Seem by ambiguously              
OH my god, so this story…..this story is painful. You want pain? Read this story. This is pretty good in-verse pain. I don’t want to say too much because I’d hate to ruin the effect on you, but just know that Rey seems to have a touch of amnesia at the beginning but it’s nOT THAT TROPE HEAR ME OUT!!! It’s so much more twisted. AND NOT LIKE THAT EITHER. Just click it, read it, and hit subscribe like the rest of us because honestly I’m not sure how this one’s gonna end….

Behind the Storm by inthegrayworld         
PAINFUL SMUT!! Painful smut with an ambiguous/kinda sad ending!! But it’s very worth reading. In this Completed 8 chapter fic, Rey and Kylo find themselves stranded in a snow storm and Rey introduces him to what they used to do in Jakku when the curtain of sand would come down and what happened in R’iia’s Fury stayed in it.

Laundro-Matt by AquaWolfGirl               
So ahhhh….due to moving house, I now have to start using the laundromat again, and I’ll probably forever think of this story every time I have to go in now. This is a Completed 4 chapter fic where Rich Guy Kylo ends up having to use the laundromat in the middle of the night and in his embarrassment, disguises himself in a ratty wig and ridiculous glasses. He’s not the only one stuck there at such a terrible hour, though- so’s this rather adorable girl who swings her feet off the folding table while desperately studying for a chance at her dream internship. A fun romp that I enjoyed reading a lot, haha.

Cinder-Freakin’-Rella by Mrs_Pepperpot               
OK, this one got my attention a little while ago. And while I would have normally rolled my eyes at a ‘Pretty Woman’ inspired fic, this one uses our beloved characters true to form to create something new and quite compelling. Rey works the corner to get by, but she doesn’t mind. Until some American in an expensive car picks her up and later offers her a vast sum of money to stay the week with him, so long as she gives up some of her safety nets for him- like her no-kissing-on-the-mouth policy. Miscommunication and angst ensues- also a bit of crying in Rey’s arms, and who doesn’t love that?

Thunder in Our Hearts by Wolftales               
Hi, yes, here to remind you to READ THIS STORY!!! Because it is SUCH a fun romp. Assassins AU where two opposing companies, the J.C. and the K.O.R. are in heated competition for business. Until the K.O.R.’s star player screws up Rey’s hit and a tenuous, but no less adorable, rivalry ensues. Pet names (because she won’t tell him her real one)! Smut! Forbidden things! Toying with each others’ jobs! I just really, really enjoy this fic, ok? It’s the perfect balance of good things.


And those are the Lucky 13 that I’ve been reading lately!! One or two of them hit pretty deep, but most of them are just really fun reads that I enjoyed pawing over immensely.

Hope you find something you like in there, anon, and same for everybody else as well! :D

The Bidders getting a chance to meet the MC as their celebrity crush - Request!

So I got two very similar requests for the bidders having a celebrity crush on the MC and wanting her to visit the hotel for the IVC. One from an anon and one from silver-red-rose. A lot of people also seemed quite keen on this idea! 

So here we go!

Baba - Baba had been so excited when he discovered that his favourite actress was visiting Tres Spades for the IVC.
‘Boss, you must introduce us!’ he exclaimed cheerfully, though Eisuke regarded him with a sceptical expression as he looked over the auction list.
‘Baba, she is a well respected woman and many of our associates are well acquainted with her. The last thing I need is you breaking the heart of a woman who could damage our reputation.’
‘I’m offended that you think I would do such a thing,’ he responded, looking more serious. ‘I have been a fan of hers for years…’
‘He’s not wrong. Surely you must have heard him constantly talking about the last movie she was in? He wouldn’t shut up about it for weeks,’ Ota chimed in.
‘True,’ Soryu agreed.
‘Boss I have never been as smitten with a lady before her. I pray that you allow me the chance to be graced by her wonderful presence,’ he remarked, dropping to his knees dramatically as Eisuke exhaled a sigh.
‘Fine, if it gets you off my back,’ he responded, sounding somewhat irritable as Baba instantly jumped back onto his feet.
‘Thank you!’ he beamed cheerfully, leaving the room swiftly as Ota glanced to Eisuke.
‘Five hundred dollars says she turns him down,’ Eisuke commented.
‘You underestimate Baba’s sickness. I’ll take that bet.’
As the guests began arriving at the hotel for the IVC, Baba had been waiting at the bar, drinking slowly so as not to come off too strong. He hadn’t felt so nervous about meeting a woman since he was a teenager. It was so unlike him. Though he was undeterred. This was his chance to meet you at long last.
When you arrived at the hotel, you were closely escorted by your security team, though by the time you had checked in and disappeared to your hotel room, you were soon descending to the lower levels of the hotel.
Upon entering the ballroom area, you had slipped away from your security detail, feeling relaxed at having a little freedom when you approached the bar and noticed a fedora on the counter.
‘My apologies pretty lady, I should move that,’ Baba remarked smoothly, his eyes regarding yours kindly as he offered to buy you a drink.
‘Thank you,’ you responded, taking a seat beside the charismatic thief as he ordered for you both.
‘I must say, I was elated to discover that such a wonderful actress had accepted Tres Spades invitation to come to our little gathering,’
‘You know me?’
‘Absolutely. You have always captivated me my dear,’ Baba responded. ‘I am embarrassed to say that I was hoping to meet you…’
‘It’s refreshing to meet someone so honest,’ you responded, taking a sip of your drink. ‘Though you haven’t told me your name.’
‘Mitsunari Baba, but you can just call me Baba, pretty lady,’
Feeling his hand brush against yours, the pair of you felt a spark of electricity as your eyes met, when one of your favourite songs came on and a smile touched your lips.
‘May I have the honour, beautiful lady?’
‘Absolutely,’ you agreed, taking his outstretched hand and allowing him to lead you to the dance floor while the other bidders looked on.
‘He really can win over any woman,’ Eisuke remarked with an aggravated sigh as Ota grinned at him.
‘Pay up.’
‘I’ll have to buy Baba a drink later,’ Ota added cheerfully, though he had no idea that Baba would never need anything to make him feel as happy as he did with you.
As he danced with you, his talents shining through, you couldn’t help but giggle when Baba leant in and uttered in your ear.
‘You’re going to make me want to steal your heart if you continue…’
‘Then I hope your as talented a thief as you are a dancer,’ you responded seductively. Though you had no idea just how literal that comment was as Baba grinned at you brightly.
‘Challenge accepted, beautiful lady…’

Ota - When Ota discovered that you, a famous model who he had idolised for years, was visiting Tres Spades, he was beyond happy.
‘It’s almost sickening to see the brat looking so love sick,’ Mamoru remarked dryly, throwing his cards on the table as Ota sketched away.
‘You’re just jealous that you can’t appreciate such beauty,’
‘I never said she doesn’t look good, but seriously, why would she go for a kid like you?’
‘Well, at least she’d have more taste than to opt for a lazy cop,’ Ota responded, though he remained determined not to let Mamoru get the better of him.
As the IVC came around, Eisuke was surrounded by his usual group of fangirls throughout the event, though he had kept Ota updated on your arrival.
‘Are you just going to brush this one off when you get what you want?’ Eisuke questioned, seeing Ota looking genuinely shocked at the insinuation.
‘You realise who she is right? Do you really think I could just brush off a woman as beautiful and graceful as her. I’d deem myself lucky to have her for a muse, anything else and I would die happy.’
‘Well, as long as you put on that angelic smile of yours, you shouldn’t have too much trouble…’
Seeing Ota frown at Eisuke’s remark, Baba put an arm around his shoulders with a broad grin.
‘Could it be that Ota has his eyes set on this pretty lady?’ Baba asked with a warm smile.
‘Are you saying that you wouldn’t?’
‘But of course…I’ve seen her work and she is without a doubt, a beautiful lady. But I would never stand between you when you seem so smitten by the idea of simply meeting her. It makes me proud to think that you’re finally ready to embrace the true method of how to treat a lady,’ Baba responded passionately.
Though Baba’s tips and suggestions fell on deaf ears while Ota sipped his champagne as a commotion began brewing near the entrance to the ballroom.
Glancing to the doorway, Ota’s eyes brightened as they fell on you.
Wearing a gorgeous form fitting black dress that hugged your curves, with an elegant sweetheart neckline, your hair was beautifully curled and fell over your shoulders.
As you spoke with the guests who approached you, maintaining a polite smile throughout, Ota watched you intently, quite patient with waiting to speak with you.
Noting the elegant droplet earrings you wore, with a matching diamond bracelet that was slipped around your slender wrist, he couldn’t help but think you needed a beautiful choker to better finish the look. Though your vibrant blue eyes were captivating as Eisuke suddenly strode up to you and spoke to you.
Feeling frustrated that Eisuke would speak with you, despite being the organiser of the event, he had been about to go and get another glass of champagne when he noticed Eisuke’s hand gesture to him.
That’s when your eyes fell on his.
Offering him a warm smile, you concluded your conversation with the other guests and excused yourself before making your way towards the angelic artist.
‘Ota Kisaki?’
‘That’s right,’ he nodded, offering his usual smile.
‘I thought as much, I am an incredible fan of your artwork. You have such a unique method. It is truly a pleasure to meet you.’
Seeing the light blush that played on Ota’s cheeks at your words, you tilted your head slightly as you asked if he was alright.
‘Truth be told, I’m the one who should be saying how envious I am of you. You are quite simply the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I have admired you for a long time.’
Asking you if he could get you a drink, you nodded with a smile, though as he handed you a glass, his hand brushed up against yours.
‘Ah, I apologise…’
‘No, not at all…’
‘Actually…I’d um, like to ask, if it’s not too much trouble…’
‘Yes?’
‘Would you consider joining me for dinner?’ he asked, feeling as though his heart was racing a mile a minute when you regarded him with a smile.
‘I’d love too,’ you responded, it being your turn for a blush to colour your cheeks as you handed him a small card which you placed on the inside of his jacket.
‘Give me a call and let me know the time and place,’ you uttered softly in his ear when a voice called out your name and left you breathing a sigh.
‘I’m sorry…’ you remarked putting on a beautiful smile as you left Ota’s side, brushing his hand subtly as you passed him and leaving Ota’s eyes following you as he exhaled. He really did have it bad…

Soryu - Soryu had tried not to express too much of an interest when Eisuke mentioned that a famous author would be visiting the hotel. But this wasn’t just any author. You had written Soryu’s favourite detective series.
He had always wanted to meet you, having seen the photo on your dust jacket and watching several interviews. You were just so refreshing. Your light hearted smile and warm demeanour…It was all so much to take in.
While he tried to keep it a secret, even going to such lengths to stop Inui from looking at his computer screen when he had been reading a review of your upcoming book, he thought it was better for Inui to suspect something much more crude than find out that you were a fan of a detective novel writer.
While Eisuke looked over the papers for the latest auctions and asked Ota if he was done evaluating the new artworks that Baba had brought in, Soryu tried to feign disinterest as he asked when the author would be visiting.
‘I just don’t want to be caught up amongst a lot of people,’ he added, seeing Eisuke raise a brow, though he continued as though he had noticed nothing.
‘Tomorrow afternoon. She’ll be joining the pre drinks in the evening before the auctions begin. Though I’m not sure if she’ll be in attendance of the auction itself.’
As the time raced by, Soryu put off any work that he had not finished onto his two subordinates before heading to Tres Spades the following day, with a copy of your latest book hidden safely in his jacket. He would die of embarrassment if any of the other bidders knew about it…
Pushing a hand through his slicked back hair, Soryu entered Tres Spades and headed for the lower floors where the guests were flocking.
It was always such a busy time in the hotel, and Soryu typically preferred to be behind the scenes, or at least up on the Penthouse level where he could observe everything from a distance. But this time, it was different.
Walking into the room with an air of disinterest, Soryu accepted a glass of champagne that was offered to him by one of the waiters and casually looked around the room.
Several people there were regulars of the auctions. Many aristocrats and high end clientele were often in attendance. Though they failed to interest him.
It was only when Soryu noticed Eisuke talking with a few guests that he recognised one who the others seemed drawn too.
Seeing you stood with some of Eisuke’s regular followers, Eisuke seemed to pay them no mind as he talked with you, clearly finding you interesting, though he was somewhat irritated by it.
Resisting the urge to take out his gun and tell Eisuke to leave you alone, Soryu distracted himself by going and taking a seat tucked out of the way.
Just as he was thinking it was a stupid idea to come to the IVC, he cursed under his breath as he realised that he wouldn’t even begin to know what to say to you, though he soon didn’t have the luxury to debate it.
‘Do you mind if I join you?’
Looking up, Soryu recognised your voice as he found you smiling down at him. Your elegant chiffon blue dress was even more stunning up close as your kind smile left him momentarily speechless.
‘Certainly,’ he agreed finally, seeing an expression of relief cross your face as you sat down beside him.
‘I shouldn’t be bothered too much here. I didn’t realise just how many people would want to talk to me,’ you admitted, laughing weakly when you noticed Soryu regarding you with a kind smile.
‘I’m sorry, you can always tell me to stop talking.’
‘No, I…I actually find you and your work fascinating,’ he admitted, seeing you cock your head to the side with a light smile.
‘Really?’
‘Yes…’
‘Well, thank you. That’s so kind of you to say,’ you responded when a waiter approached you both as you took a glass from the tray and sipped on the champagne.
‘It’s a rather elegant affair.’
‘Nothing like the scene from your first book where the detective was infiltrating a casino that was a front for mafia work,’ Soryu responded without really thinking what he was saying as you giggled.
‘You really are a fan aren’t you?’ you asked with a smile, noting the clear blush on his face.
‘I apologise, you got away from the other guests so that you didn’t have to talk about your work.’
‘Somehow, with you, I don’t mind,’ you responded, Soryu looking into your eyes before reaching into his jacket and pulling out the copy of your book he had been carrying.
‘I’d um…If it’s not too much trouble.’
‘Of course…Mr?’
‘Call me Soryu,’
‘Soryu,’ you responded, the mobster liking the way his name sounded in your gentle tone of voice as you produced a pen from your bag and quickly wrote out a message in the cover before signing it and handing the book back to you.
Hearing your name called, you looked up and realised you were needed.
‘You’ll have to excuse me I’m afraid,’ you remarked, offering an apologetic smile as you rose from your seat and began to walk away, though as Soryu opened up the cover of the book, he glanced back up quickly to find you looking back with a light smile and a blush on your cheeks as you rejoined the guests.
She had given you her number and asked you to call her.
Swallowing hard at your words, Soryu bit his lip as he quickly slipped the book back in his jacket, thinking that maybe, the IVC wasn’t such a bad place to come after all, with the right company that is…

Mamoru - ‘I don’t see why a singer like her would come to the auctions. I thought she had more class than that,’ Mamoru commented dryly when he heard that you would be coming to the IVC that weekend.
Truth be told, Mamoru had always liked your voice. It was so beautiful. Yet he couldn’t let the other bidders know that he cared.
‘Mamo, how can you lack the desire to what to meet beautiful women. These events are full of pretty ladies,’ Baba grinned.
‘Prettier the woman, the more the maintenance,’ he responded dryly.
‘You’re kidding, right Baba? Kishi wouldn’t know a beautiful woman if she were straddling him. In fact, I’d pay good money to bet that it would never happen.
Turning away from the others so they wouldn’t see him grumbling irritably at their words, Mamoru wondered what the hell made him different from any other man.
I could get a woman like her if I wanted too…fuckin’ rich people… he thought, his grumpy mood sticking as the preparations were made for the latest auctions.
When the weekend came around, Mamoru had been asked to go and oversee the guests coming into the auctions and ensure there were no problems.
‘Why can’t ya get Soryu to do it? That mobster looks for any excuse to pull out that gun of his,’ Mamoru responded, sounding as disinterested as usual.
‘He’s helping to arrange the auction items with the hatter,’ Ota responded.
‘Exactly, so just do it,’ Eisuke responded, looking as stern as ever as Mamoru heaved an exaggerated sigh.
‘Fine…just don’t make a habit of it.’
Once left alone, Mamoru was able to observe from the edge of the room, leaning against a wall as he yawned in boredom. How could they all stand coming to such stuffy events like this.
Just as he was starting to think nothing of interest would happen, he noticed a commotion at the entrance and found that you were entering the ballroom, wearing an elegant yet sexy short dress, the form fitting fabric clinging to your curves as you were greeted by several guests and a couple of the bidders.
‘So what do you think of her?’
Hearing Ota’s voice right beside him, Mamoru hardly moved as he shrugged his shoulders.
‘The hell should I know. Anyway, shouldn’t ya be helpin’ out with Eisuke or something…’
‘Basically not bothering you?’
‘Pretty much,’ he responded dryly. Seeing Ota grinning as he walked off, Mamoru couldn’t help but roll his eyes when he heard someone giggling.
Glancing over, Mamoru was surprised to see you stood watching him, clearly amused as you offered him a refreshing smile.
‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been listening. Though I think you’re the most honest person here,’ you remarked.
‘I gotta admit, I’m surprised a kid like you would come to somethin’ like this…’
‘It wasn’t exactly my first choice. But unless I can find a way to escape somehow, I’m pretty much stuck here. It’s not that I don’t like these sort of events, but I would much rather wind down and relax a little sometimes. You know?’
‘Sure,’
‘Though calling me a kid is a first. I don’t believe anyone has called me that before,’ you remarked, raising a brow slightly, though Mamoru just grinned at you.
‘What would ya prefer, sweetheart?’
‘Better,’ you smiled.
‘Don’t ya have to keep up appearances in a place like this?’
‘You think I’m embarrassed to be seen talking to you?’
‘Well, I ain’t exactly classy like most of the guys here,’ Mamoru admitted, putting out his cigarette. ‘Though for what it’s worth, ya got a damn good voice.’
‘You like my music?’
‘I listen to it when there’s nothin’ else on,’ he responded, trying to hide his blush as you giggle again.
‘You makin’ fun of me?’
‘Quite the opposite. I like how straightforward you are…’ you remarked, your smile making him speak before he could really think it through.
‘You wanna get out of here and go for a drink? I know a pretty nice jazz bar nearby…’
Mamoru could have kicked himself for saying it, though you took him by surprise as you nodded to him.
‘Sure…it sounds fun. Lead the way.’
‘How do you know ya can trust me?’
‘The badge,’ you responded simply, nodding to the partially hidden police badge beneath his jacket. ‘Besides, someone told me that you were a nice guy,’ you added, pressing a finger to your lips as Mamoru offered you his arm and led you out.
‘I really gotta kill that brat later once I thanked him…’ Mamoru muttered under his breath, leading you out of the hotel.

Eisuke - ‘You secured her confirmation? Excellent. Be sure to page me when she arrives, I would like to greet her personally,’ Eisuke remarked with a cool smile before putting down the phone.
‘You seem happy boss,’
Turning to the source of the voice, Eisuke couldn’t help but frown.
‘How long have you been there Baba?’
‘Long enough. You never greet guests personally. So who is this one I wonder?’
‘Just an actress that we’ve been trying to secure for the IVC for a while. She’s agreed to come to this weekends events.’
‘I suppose you’ll be telling your usually fangirls to stay away…’ Baba added, his voice coy as he observed Eisuke with a wry grin.
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about…’
‘If this is the one I’m thinking of, then you’ve had a bit of an infatuation with her for a while, haven’t you?’
‘Stop talking rubbish, don’t you have preparations to make for the auction Baba? Quit hassling me.’
While Baba did take the hint and leave, Eisuke couldn’t help but sigh in irritation. Why did Baba have to be so damn observant? It wasn’t as though Eisuke wanted you to himself. You were incredibly talented of course and beautiful. You were truly a woman deserving of Eisuke’s attention. But that didn’t mean anything more…did it?
When the page came, Eisuke had adjusted his suit accordingly and headed down for the lobby where you were just checking in.
Though you had been on a long flight, you still looked fresh faced and elegant as always, with your hair drawn back as you checked in, though as the clerk looked to Eisuke, you also turned your attention to him as he bowed to you.
‘Welcome. We’ve been anticipating your arrival. Please let my staff handle your bags,’ Eisuke remarked. ‘You must be tired from your trip.’
‘A little, but I’ll be alright,’ you responded with a bright smile, clearly used to being pushed to your limits.
‘You shouldn’t push yourself too much, please be sure to rest before the IVC begins,’ Eisuke responded calmly, taking the keycard from the desk clerk and offering it to you.
‘If you need anything at all, just ask the front desk to put you through to my office and I shall do my utmost to attend to your needs.’
‘Thank you Mr. Ichinomiya,’ you remarked softly, your voice kind as Eisuke nodded to you.
‘Please, call me Eisuke…’
‘Eisuke,’ you responded, seeing him avert your gaze slightly as you said his name.
‘Well, perhaps I will see you this evening,’ you remarked softly, heading for the elevators while he watched after you.
‘Perhaps you will…’ he uttered.
As the evening drew in, you had gone down to the lower floors of the hotel, feeling refreshed after a nap and having changed into an elegant gown, you found yourself greeted by the staff who offered you a drink as you entered the ballroom.
Listening to the wonderful array of music that played, you felt glad that you had agreed to come to the event, though just as you wondered over the owner of the hotel, you suddenly saw him enter your field of vision.
‘I hope your room is to your liking,’
‘Very much so. Though I have to ask, Mr. Ichinomiya, do you always make such an effort with your guests?’
‘No,’ he admitted honestly. ‘I must confess, I am quite admirable of your work as an actress…’
‘Thank you,’ you responded modestly.
‘I am surprised you would come to such an event alone though. Did you not wish to be accompanied?’
‘Not at all. I find it tiring having a lot of people around me so much. I feel as though I can barely think…’ you admitted, your explanation ringing true with Eisuke as he regarded you with warm eyes.
‘You seem distracted,’ you added,
‘Perhaps I am…captivated,’ Eisuke responded, seeing your eyes widen slightly as a blush touched your cheeks.
‘I’m sure you have your choice of many beautiful women…’
‘Yet I would turn every one of them down for dinner with you…’
Glancing to Eisuke in surprise, you could see the blush that was now playing on his cheeks as though he couldn’t believe what he had just said.
‘Is that so? Then perhaps I should indulge you…’ you uttered softly, your breath close to his ear as Eisuke inhaled sharply, breathing in your elegant perfume as you looked at him with a warm smile.
Taking your hand in his, Eisuke wrapped his firmly around you, as if afraid you might slip away as he asked you to join him.
‘What about your party?’
‘I’d much rather spend my evening getting to know this radiant lady in front of me,’ Eisuke responded confidently, leading you from the room as the other bidders watched you both.
‘Well damn,’ Mamoru commented.
‘I’ve really got to remember that line,’ Baba added, while Soryu handed Ota his winnings.

So there you have it! That was incredibly fun to write! I hope you all enjoyed. The next posts are going to be an EITM head canon and two one shot requests for MSB and OTBS. 

Much love! 

~xMasqueradeAngelx 

anonymous asked:

the fallout lore is a bit too rich for me to make much sense of it but youre a nerd so i wanna ask; how does accents work in fallout? how can cait be the only one with an irish accent and how do the bobrov brothers also have an accent? there's a ship with norweigan speaking ghouls but they were there before the war. if cait and the bobrovs werent born in america, did they travel there? how did they develop/keep an accent in america?

Dude, this is one of the parts of the new Fallout game I hate the most.

I asked myself the exact same question too. I can somewhat understand, or rather accept, Cait, but the Bobrov brothers, along with Arturo, by the way, make no sense. Unless they came from a vault that was filled with immigrants, I see no possible scenario in which random Commonwealth citizens can have such a strong accent.

Fallout 4, in my memory, is the first game that introduced characters that look legitimately foreign .We had Tempenny in Fallout 3, but guess what, he was actually explained - we knew where he came from, we knew about his background. Fallout 4′s characters are just there, and we, as players, apparently are expected to blindly accept it without asking too many questions.Not like you and I right now. There was clearly no intention to tell us about the Bobrovs’ story, there was no indication that the writers meant it as anything but the reinforcement of the famous stereotype of the vodka drinking Russians. Everyone knows about it, it’s funny - why not make two dudes with Russian accent our bartenders?

If you want to know my opinion, I think this is how accents in Fallout’s universe work from now on.

I heard that there was a character from FNV that had a New Zealand accent - a member of the Great Khans. Which I wouldn’t attribute to anything either, I suppose it was just a voice actor Obsidian hired without thinking much about his accent. And I, personally, probably didn’t even hear it, as someone born in a country that doesn’t have English as an official language. But the Bobrovs, Arturo, Cait - they stick out, and everyone notices them. You may probably complete the game without speaking to the Khan once (hell, I personally, don’t remember him at all), but you will hardly miss any on the aforementioned characters. So my conclusion? It’s bullshit. I’m sorry, I know it’s not what you were hoping to hear, but that’s honestly the only thing I can say. It serves the same purpose cats in Fallout 4 do: disrespecting the lore, fan service and sloppy attempts at making the game more enjoyable.

And the cats? Since they are supposed to be extinct in Fallout’s universe, they probably ran away from a vault as well. Maybe Vault 81 was trading with the surface and ended up breeding cats to sale them to the wastelanders. And at some point, the population of cats obviously got out of hand. Again, there is no explanation for the cats randomly reappearing in Fallout 4, even though I, personally, find that this is kind of a big deal. When you change lore details, that have been there since 1997, you don’t ignore it and act as if the original lore never existed at all.

So, cats are from a vault. And so are probably Arturo and the Bobrovs. That, or they came from another country. Imagine the Bobrovs winding up at the West Coast and, instead of staying in a far more hospitable NCR, or just staying wherever they ended up, choosing to cross the country and settle in Boston. For some reason. And Arturo? So what, he left Mexico, and, instead of staying in a far more hospitable NCR, or New Vegas, chose to cross the country, enter Legion territory - just to settle in  Boston?? Or I don’t know, maybe they are synths. With foreign accents added to their matrix. Why not.

See, if the Bobrovs aren’t first generation “migrants”, they can’t possibly talk in such a way. If their parents came from somewhere, either vault or Russia, and talked in a broken English, the children surely learned the Russian language, but they also lived among “American” citizens and learned a normal, fluent English. They wouldn’t have an accent.

Or they are doing it for shits ‘n giggles, just to have fun.

I don’t even know where to begin with Cait. She’s obviously not from a vault. Probably a secluded, creepy farm with three people living there, namely Cait and her parents. That way she wouldn’t have a chance to learn any other accent, but the Irish one. Where her parents came from though? I wouldn’t know.

The supermutants form Fallout 3 were lore-breaking as well: supermutants aren’t supposed to roam the East Coast at all. But Bethesda actually explained it by creating a Vault 87, so it was acceptable, even if a bit irritating. But now, in Fallout 4, they opted out of making any attempts at explanation at all. Why do supermutants exists in the Commonwealth? Did they come from the Capital Wasteland? Now, how is that even possible? I’m not doubting that they are strong enough to cross the country and find Boston, I’m doubting that the Capital Wasteland has the NUMBERS to provide TWO wastelands with a supermutants army. It was one freaking vault! The Institute? But the Institute has been experimenting with FEV only for 10 years, and supermutants obiviously have been living there for a long time now. So, how come that the Commonwealth is filled with them? Actually, how did the Institute get their FEV samples? This is something I’ve been thinking about as well, and it asks for a separate, long post.

This response turned into a very long rant. I am sorry, dear anon, but I can’t give you an answer that would be at least somewhat satisfying. The most we can do is use headcanons and try to close the massive lore breaches with them. This whole thing makes me sad and angry, but it is what it is…

anonymous asked:

Romanced Companions + Maxson reacting to someone else flirting with Sole without knowing they're involved in a relationship

Thank you so much for the ask Anon!! Mod had fun writing Maxson for the first time!!

Oh man Mod thought doing this one would be short because the one where the companions got hit on was fairly short. MOD WAS WRONG. Every time Mod writes they just keep getting longer. The other two Mod’s working on are just as long if not longer. Mod hopes those get done sooner than later too. Anyway! Mod hopes you enjoy!! Sorry for the wait! Also sorry if some are better than others, Mod is V tired rn.

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Request - Could you do one where Castiel gets into a fight with the reader and it ends with him passionately telling her how he feels and vice versa

(Hope you like it; sorry for the delay in writing, everyone. Writer’s block will be the death of me. xx)


You clenched your fists and turned away from Castiel, trying to calm yourself down and steady your breathing. He was gazing at you and you knew it because you could practically feel is stare on your back, but you didn’t dare look at him; you weren’t planning to give in.

The angel was trying his hardest to keep you from going with Sam and Dean on a hunt, and you just couldn’t understand why. It seemed as though Cas now thought of you as something delicate and fragile, as if your body was made of porcelain. You had been refusing his attempts to lure you away from the idea of departing with the boys with all your might, even though your heart hurt at the sight of the tiny oceans in his eyes freezing up every time you did; they would always become fluid again as his next plea slipped through his lips. As they got more and more furious, though, so did you, and fire was rushing through your veins.

“You can’t stop me, Cas,” you told him angrily, gritting your teeth as you heard him take a step towards you. As much as you wanted him to come even closer, you fought your longing and pushed it to the back of your head.

“You know–” He cleared his throat when he realized that his voice was too indignant, and took a deep breath before speaking a bit more quietly. “You know that I can, but I do not want to have to force you to stay.”

Defiantly turning back towards him, you fixed your eyes on his. “Then let me go.”

He groaned softly, letting his determined look fall to the ground under yours, and then felt it weaken as he sensed the confusion that was mingling with your audacity. He knew that you were bewildered about why he was abruptly trying his best to keep you from hunting, for he never had before. Cas felt his rushes of anger being followed and then embraced by his feelings for you, intertwining into one foreign emotion and reminding him why he wanted you to obey what he was asking of you. The realization of his affections for you had caused him to search through the strange feelings of love, and had made him more vulnerable whenever he was dear you. His arguments had been dwindling against your rapid-fire tongue, completely unable to make you see how much he cared for your safety and the fact that any wound to your body or mind would cause him a great deal of pain.

“Y/N,” he started, the shadow of a look crossing over his face almost like the desperate one of a beggar’s. “I do not think you understand me. Things are getting more complicated with every moment that passes us by, and being caught in it is not a good idea.”

“Do you not think I’m capable of taking care of myself?!” you snapped, and watched as the fluid blue orbs frosted over and became so intense that they looked like they would snap if any more force was applied to the argument. “Because you know damn-well that I am; just because I haven’t been hunting as long as Sam and Dean doesn’t mean that I’m weak!”

“I know that you’re not weak!” Castiel suddenly roared, and you jumped back despite yourself. What you didn’t know was that the anger radiating from him was a mask over the tenderness that he wanted to unleash from his heart, and it agonized him that he couldn’t express it through the irritation he was feeling. “I just do not want you out there right now; what can I do to make you accept what I am telling you?!”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, making his frigid stare grow even icier. “Maybe a bit of reasoning! You haven’t tried to explain to me once why you’re telling me to stay–”

It all happened so fast that you couldn’t process the second it took for the angel to bring his lips to yours in a fierce collision, the kiss violent yet so amorous at the same time. When you started to respond to it by wrapping your arms around his neck, his mouth started to become gentler against yours until all that was left was its tender touch. You didn’t realize that you had closed your eyes until your vision was suddenly flooded with Cas’ face; his steely gaze was now flowing freely with an aqueous aspect and full of warmth, as if the sun being reflected in his eyes had melted the ice. You couldn’t help but shiver in delight as they cascaded over your face, and he touched your cheek lightly with his fingertips.

“I love you, Y/N,” The angel’s voice rang clearly in your ears, somewhat like the sound of bells echoing throughout the room.

You grinned, shaking your head and feeling the heat of a blush flood over your skin as you realized why he didn’t want you to go. “I love you too, Cas.”

He brought you closer to him, and you buried your head into his chest as he sighed in happiness. “Does this mean you’ll stay? For me?”

You giggled at his persistence, and then felt his own chuckle go through his body. “I’ll think about it.”

Fic: Demonstration

After much persuasion from an anon and anderson-hastings, I have tried my hand at mpreg!

In which the baby kicks for the first time, surprising Kurt and portenting an omen to Blaine. 1050 words, PG.

A particularly loud rumble of his stomach woke Kurt from his somewhat unplanned afternoon nap on the couch.

“First you keep me up until all hours of the night because I can’t get comfortable, and now you want dinner even though we just had lunch…oh, that was like five hours ago. I’ve been asleep longer than I thought,” Kurt said after catching a glimpse of the cable box, caressing his belly. “You might have a point there, little bun, I’m sorry.”

Kurt’s stomach rumbled again, so forcefully that Kurt swore the skin on his torso was wiggling.

“Okay, okay, I’ll make dinner. God, I hope we still have linguine noodles in the house,” Kurt said, slowly pushing himself upright and off the couch. He had to use the arm and the coffee table for balance, but he was getting pretty adept at maneuvering after just over five months of pregnancy. “I might have to call your daddy and beg him to buy me some pasta on his way home if we don’t have any noodles here.”

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anonymous asked:

Look we re all sick to death of all your caryl fantasies. I am not saying you are bad at writing but you should really file your little stories under fan fiction cause that's where they belong. It's not nice to see someone waste their talent so since I believe you write some good stuff if you insist on not calling it what it is FICTION can you at least write something real, something about what Daryl and Beth have going on? Their relationship happened and caryl didn't?

Dear Anon,

I feel rather strangely conflicted about your message because while YOU are giving ME a compliment YOU are also insulting MY own sense of reality and essentially suggesting that MY opinions and MY perceptions are in fact delusional or as you say - fictional!
That implies that you either think I am crazy, that I can’t think for myself or that I can’t be trusted to distinguish between something real and something imagined.
Of course you might also be concerned that I am not familiar with Tumblr tags and that i might be mistakenly “filing” my posts in the wrong place? Another reason could be that you wanted to perhaps send me a prompt or a topic suggestion for a future blog post?

Regardless of your intent I guess you are expecting me thank you for the message, explain myself and my posts to you and basically assure you that I will now rectify the situation with your help?
I think we both know that the chances of that happening are pretty slim…right?
But you were somewhat complimentary and somewhat polite so I will try to give you the same courtesy back and dignify your message with a proper response….

First of all the posts you are referring to just like all the other “analysis”, speculation, discussion or opinion blogs on tumblr (regardless of fandom) are indeed fictional and based purely on the authors personal opinion on the subject or the authors own interpretation of the topic at hand. Nobody claims that their writing is entirely factual because nobody could ever be 100% accurate, 100% of the time - we are all commenting on someone else’s work so we can never be sure of the original purpose or intent that the creator had in mind in the first place.

My CARYL metas are written on what I perceive, feel or think TWD is trying to say about the relationship between two fictional characters - Carol and Daryl!
I share my own view about what these two people have together, I suggest the direction I personally feel their connection is headed, I contemplate their future relationships and interactions with others AND I express how I feel about who and what they are.

I might be completely WRONG BUT I think the issue here is that you are concerned at just how RIGHT I might be!
I think my hopefulness about CARYL in the future is making you uncomfortable, I think reading my posts is threatening your own perception of Daryl and Carol’s connection and I think you want me to stop reminding you that there is a very likely alternative relationship direction TWD writers just might finally follow through on!

I get it! It’s upsetting for sure!
Nobody likes to be shown something they don’t like and nobody certainly wants to doubt or be told that something they feel “happened” actually didn’t at all!
Carylers have had to hear that CARYL is “delusional”, “forced”, “old news”, “ridiculous”, “imagined”, “wishful thinking”, “pathetic”, “dead”…
I’ve seen it all before, it’s made me mad, it’s made me laugh, it’s made me bitter and it’s even made me sad! It was hurtful and mind numbing but unlike you I didn’t actively go searching for it, I didn’t go into other ship tags and wasted time reading that ships interpretations, I didn’t message other shippers and insult them, I didn’t comment to tell them they were wrong and I certainly didn’t send passive aggressive messages like this one and ask them to write something about “Daryl and Beth”!

If I saw a post that was hateful, mean or even irrelevant to CARYL I simply blocked the blogger, black-listed words I knew could ruin my mood and made sure to follow people on my dash that talked about things they LOVED and not things I HATED.
It was a simple strategy and it’s definitively not perfect but it usually works pretty great!
I am telling you - it will make you feel so much calmer and so much better if you give it a try!

I am sorry if my posts hurt your feelings or upset you in any way - it wasn’t my intention of course and if you go back in my archive I can guarantee you that I have never tagged anything written by me with another ship. I don’t need negativity in my life and doing so would only invite trouble and pointless bickering. I write about things I love so why would I purposely go searching for or inviting others who I know are just waiting to ruin it for me?
Block me and forget me I exist - it’s really that simple!

However for the record I don’t deny neither Carol and Daryl OR Daryl and Beth - both relationships happened BUT for me they happened differently than they did for you.

Carol and Daryl have been building a very strong, close emotional connection that has inspired a change within them both to a point that they became stronger, happier and “whole” together. For four seasons they have continued to get closer, more comfortable and more essential to one another AND they did it by choice, because they gravitated towards one another as a man and a woman.

Daryl and Beth have been in close proximity since season two and yet made no attempts to have any kind of a personal relationship with each other until they were “forced” to be in close proximity and alone together. Both didn’t know or understand one another until they basically had no other choice but to be in the same place. The extreme circumstances and shared grief bonded them together and I see them as having a very close familial relationship now BUT nothing I saw on screen gave me any indication that there might be a reciprocated romantic bond between them.

Beth and Daryl happened BUT Carol and Daryl did too - I see CARYL as being much more significant, more powerful and ultimately the only one that’s been developed in a way that promises a lasting romantic LOVE potential between two damaged and yet beautiful people.

This is my opinion, the way I interpret the things I personally see and I have the right to say so - just as you are free to disagree with me and see the whole debacle differently!
Now that you know how I see Daryl and Beth if you want me to write a meta on them I can certainly do that BUT somehow I doubt that’s the reason you reached out to me.

Just remember you have the power to make me go away with a click of a button - it’s not complicated and I can see that it might bring you some peace of mind.
Only you have the power to make my “CARYL Fantasies” disappear from your dash or wherever you ended up finding me…

I’ll Be Caryling On But You Don’t Have To

SANJA