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


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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Webbed - Peter Parker x Reader

Prompt (request): Anon said: “hi, could you do a peter parker imagine where they’re partners on a school project or something and they have to like meet up after school? And it’s really awkward and there’s a lot of tension and stuff because it’s obvious they both like each other and are too scared to admit it, and then it has a really fluffy ending with them kissing or along those lines?? thank you so much!!” thank you for requesting, dear anon, I hope you like it!

Featuring: May just being May.

Word Count: 1,392

Y/N felt as if someone suctioned the blood from her body with a vaccum. A couple of days before, the teacher had announced they’d be doing an experiment project report working in pairs that was worth 20% of their grade. A couple of minutes before, she announced she would be picking the partners herself. Just a moment before, Y/N’s only friend had been picked as someone else’s partner. F/N looked at her half terrorized, half apologetic, as Y/N breathed heavily expecting the worst… Being one of the smartest students wasn’t easy at all, she spent 90% of her time studying and working, the other 10% divided equally between chores and spending time with her only friend, F/N. Ergo, she didn’t have any time to socialize, and because of that she was nervous right now. Plus, she was somewhat anxious. Finally her name was called.

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A Part of the Family (George Weasley x Reader)

Paring: George Weasley x reader

Request: Anon said “Hello! I really enjoy your writing style and I was wondering if you could do a George weasley x muggle reader where he takes her to meet the family? Thanks so much!” Warnings: None that I know of. Maybe swearing (knowing me)


Tagged: Nobody! Let me know if you’d like to be a temporary or permanent tag! ************************************** “C'mon Y/n! They’ll love you!” Y/n’s boyfriend, George, and his twin, Fred, were trying to convince her to meet their family over the holidays, much to Y/n’s unwillingness. “Yeah! You’ve already met us, Ron, Percy, and Ginny! That’s basically everyone! All you have left is Bill, Charlie, mum, and dad!” Fred assured her. Y/b threw her head back and groaned. “Y/n, love, trust us. Bill and Charlie already love you! Just based on what Fred, Ron, Percy, Ginny, and I have told them!” George smiled at her. “And dad loves everyone, doesn’t matter who it is.” Fred grinned. “That only leaves mum.” Both the twins spoke at the same time, Y/n rolled her eyes, suppressing a smile. “Fine.” The twins cheered.


-Two weeks later-


Y/n took a nervous glance out of the window of the Hogwarts Express. George grabbed Y/n’s hand assuringly. After a couple hours, the train came to a stop at Kings Cross Station. George pulled Y/n up and the pair gathered their things. They got off the train, standing side by side along with Fred. Ron, Ginny, Percy, and Harry were close behind them. Y/n’s eyes landed on the two redheads, who Y/n assumed to be Bill and Charlie, waving furiously to the group. “Hey guys!” The taller one greeted, his long hair pulled back away from his face. “Bill! Charlie!” Ginny exclaimed, hugging the two. Ron, Percy, and Fred did the same. “Bill, Charlie, this is Y/n.” George smiled, gesturing towards the red faced girl. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/n!” The two pulled her into a hug. Y/n giggled. “I’m Bill.” The taller one greeted. “And I’m Charlie.” Y/n smiled. George hugged his brothers, then the group was off to the Burrow.


-Three Hours Later- The many redheaded siblings (plus Harry and Y/n) opened the door, wondering in as quietly as possible. Careful to not make any noise, in hopes to surprised Mr and Mrs Weasley, the group took off their shoes and walked towards the Family Room. Bill and Charlie walked in first. “We present to you, your somewhat wonderful children!” The exclaimed in announcer voices. The Weasleys laughed, walking into the room. Harry and Y/n trailed closely behind, not wanting to interrupt the family reunion. “Oh my babies!” Mrs Weasley said happily, kissing each of the Weasleys cheeks. Mr Weasley smiled, hugging the boys and Ginny. “Oh Harry! It’s so nice to see you!” Mrs Weasley hugged Harry, Mr Weasley shook his hand. George rejoined Y/n’s side. “Mum, dad, this is my girlfriend, Y/n.” George smiled proudly, looking at Y/n. “Oh! Y/n, dear, it’s so nice to meet you!” Mrs Weasley hugged her tightly. “It’s nice too meet you, too Mrs Weasley.” Y/n smiled. “Oh please, call me Molly!” She exclaimed. Y/n smiled brightly.


-Christmas Day-


“Y/n, this is for you.” Molly handed a neatly wrapped box to Y/n. “You didn’t have to get me anything!” Y/n smiled, taking the box. Y/n opened the box to reveal a scarlet coloured sweater. “Oh! Thank you so much, Molly!” Y/n smiled, hugging her. “Well, looks like you’re officially part of the family, Y/n.” Bill grinned at the younger girl. George looked at Y/n, smiling. He leaned in and gently kissed her lips.
The Stray

Originally posted by thedreamyworldd

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Content/Warning: Fluff, hint of angst, an adorable dog

Words: 966

A/N: Yay, request time! This was another one from an anon, requesting 1, 11, and 18 with an ending where they keep the dog. I hope you guys enjoy, and I should have another fic out later this evening.

You had somehow managed to convince Sherlock to take a break from his current case, with the excuse that perhaps the open air would help his brain function, leaving the two of you walking down the busy London roads. It was a windy, overcast day, and the two of you had your coats wrapped around your forms. “Want to visit Lestrade?” You asked.

“No,” Sherlock said instantly. “That would just slow down my brain function.”

“Okay then,” You said with a shrug, eyes wandering aimlessly around your surroundings. They settled on what looked like a young dog huddled under a bench, who looked skinny and cold. “Sherlock, look!”

He glanced towards where you pointed. “A dog.”

“Let’s go see it!” You said, about to bound over when he grabbed your arm.

“Y/N,” Sherlock said, “We’re not stealing that dog.

“It’s not stealing if the dog is a stray, Sherlock,” You said with a roll of your eyes. “The poor thing looks like it hasn’t had a decent meal in weeks.”

Shaking out of his grip, you made your way over to the stray, who skittered back nervously. You sat on the opposite end of the bench, talking gently to it, and eventually it ventured towards you, close enough to gingerly sniff your fingers. Of course, Sherlock decided this was the perfect time to intervene, causing it to scamper back again. “Sherlock!” You exclaimed in frustration. “You scared it!”

He gave a somewhat annoyed sigh. “How is this my fault?

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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:

If your requests are still open could I please have some general headcannons with yakuza Hanzo and his s/o?I need some more yakuza Hanzo bad, man (I hope ur doing well!)

(I’m doing a lot better! Thank you anon dear!)

His s/o helps to bring out the ‘fun’/casual side in the man. He enjoys floral arrangement and video games as well as the food that comes out during festival seasons. Those around him think he’s super stoic and serious but his sense of humor is dryer and somewhat dorky. His s/o respects his position but also wants to make sure he doesn’t feel like he has to completely stifle who he is

Hanzo is an expert with his hands. The man has training in several different forms of martial arts (preferring close handed if it comes to that), is an expert marksman (with a preference for his Storm Bow) and is a fairly talented swordsman. That being said, he also is a talented masseuse as well as hair braider because again, he had very deft fingers

Hanzo tries his best to separate his business and pleasure. He may break someone’s leg or cut off a finger, but it will never be in the same estate that you are in. He doesn’t want to subject you to that. If it does, the damage is far worse. He doesn’t dare want to sully his flower with the violence of this lifestyle (unless his love is okay with that, which by all means he still likes to separate business with pleasure but there isn’t as much anger thrown the offenders way)

He prefers to stay with his lover in one of his penthouses vs the Shimada estate. All eyes on him and his lover, while relieving, is mildly irritating. He likes to have private moments with his lover just for himself. He hoards them

His lover finds out about his dragons accidentally. The oyabun believes in his men, trusts them. But never has he trusted a person like he does you. The dragons are curious of this ‘mate’ that their ‘lord’ has picked and introduce themselves one night while Hanzo is deep asleep. While startled, you are intrigued and polite but admittedly in disbelief. He is embarrassed when you reveal what happened but proud of you nonetheless

He is a spontaneous trip taker when he is fully head over heels with you. Trips to Guam or Hawaii or South Korea or Italy or Numbani. Only the best and most enjoyable for the one he loves

Nobody Like You

pairing: daryl x reader

summary: a lonely walk along the fences of the prison turned into a walk with the person you adored most, including awkward conversations and a kiss

warnings: cursing

word count: about 1k

note: thank youuuuuu for requesting dear anon!! xx i really hope you like it!

#1 “Shut the fuck up and kiss me!”

#76 “Shut up, I know you love me”.

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Originally posted by kavikdavasgo

You were wandering the fences that surrounded the prison, keeping you and the gang safe from all the walkers lurking outside. You were bored, so you decided to just check the fences and kill off some walkers that could be possible threat sooner or later. Your partner in crime, Daryl, was currently out on a supply run with Rick and Glenn and everyone else was otherwise busy, so you didn’t really have a clue what to do with yourself other than helplessly wait for Daryl to get back. Everyone knew about your attraction to him, or what they liked to call it, “undying love”. You never really told anyone about your feelings for the archer, but someone (you figured Glenn) picked up on it and the amazing secret keeper that he is, told everyone else, thankfully sparing Daryl.

You and Daryl had that love-hate type of relationship. You were constantly annoying each other in every possible way and even though he didn’t seem like it, he liked to prank you (with the help of Carl). There was that one time where you were peacefully sleeping in your bed, laying on your side when you felt something wrap around your waist. At first you thought it was Daryl who was in need for a cuddle that he would never admit he needed, and you were somewhat right, it was Daryl - it just wasn’t his hand that was curling around your waist. Carl and him thought it would be funny to take a ripped off arm of a dead walker and lay it on you. To them, it was hilarious but you just found it gross.

You smiled a little as you thought about it. Your walk along the fences was soon done and you decided to get back to the prison, just silently awaiting Daryl’s return. As you walked, you suddenly heard footsteps behind you.

“Hey!” You heard Daryl shout out and you turned around, expecting him in front of you but instead, you were hit with a sticky nerf-gun type of arrow right in the middle of your forehead. You let out a heavy sigh, pulling the arrow from your forehead and throwing it back at him, making him laugh.

“You’re such a child sometimes.” You said and turned around to continue walking back to the prison. Daryl quickly caught up with you and was walking next to you silently.

“Your little cupid arrows don’t work on me, D. I still don’t like you any better.” You teased and he rolled his eyes, bumping your shoulder with his.

Shut up, I know you love me.” He remarked with a small smirk and this time you rolled your eyes. You told him to shut up and that you should get back to the cell block now before someone gets worried, and that’s what you did. If he only knew that you really did love him. Well, not that you really wanted him to - or maybe you did. You didn’t really know what you wanted. You were afraid to get into a relationship with him, only for the mere fact that you might lose each other further down the journey and you were not ready to face that fact. But then again, you wanted to be with him. How were you supposed to tell him? No, you weren’t going to. Or were you?

“Are ya alright?” Daryl said, stopping you in your tracks. You looked up at him and searched his face for any sign that told you that he didn’t care about you as much as you did for him. You kind of wanted that kind of rejection, because then you wouldn’t feel so bad for never sharing your feelings with him.

“I’m just… I’m… thinking.” You stuttered and looked down, mentally fighting yourself. You needed to know if he felt it too. You needed to get this off your chest. But then again, did you really? You’d never been like that before, why were you so insecure about him? You were beautiful, no doubt and you guessed Daryl thought so too, so why was it so hard to jump on him and just… devour him right then and there?

“About what?” He asked curiously. God, if he could read your mind that would sure cause some (sexual) tension.

“Well, y-you know… I’ve just been thinking about me… a-and you maybe. But it’s stupid.” You stuttered and let out a laugh in hopes to ease your nerves, “Silly me. Forget what I said, let’s just go.” You started walking off when you heard Daryl scoff and take a step forward, only to grab your arm and pull you back towards him.

“It’s not stupid. Tell me what’s up.” He urged and you hummed and let out a sigh. Okay, you were going to tell him. Better now than never, right?

“Okay, here goes… I kinda like you. Well not kinda. I do, I really do, a lot. And I just thought maybe you should know because you never know what happens next and I was just wondering if maybe you should know and, well here I am, telling you what’s on my mind and-“

“Just shut the fuck up and kiss me.” Daryl grumbled and you closed your eyes in surprise, not really expecting that blunt answer from him.

“I- really, are you sure?” You asked.

“I said shut up, didn’t I?” He said and just groaned in slight annoyance. He pulled your face towards his, placing his lips on top of yours in a way that made you want to melt. The moment you’d dreamed of for so long was finally happening and you couldn’t believe it. On the inside, you felt like a little girl – giddy, excited and overall happy – and on the outside, you tried your hardest to remain cool and calm. Daryl was first to separate and you quietly whimpered at the loss of his touch, making him laugh lowly and a smirk to make its way onto his face.

“Mh, that was nice.” You said and he agreed with a hum, pushing some of your hair out of your face. You couldn’t have been happier that moment, forgetting the war that was going on in the world.

hiiiiii please keep sending requests I would love to write some more for you people!! :) xx

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 ^^;;


  • 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


  • 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


  • 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


  • 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


  • 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


  • 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!


  • 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:

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.

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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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.


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


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.”


“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!!!


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.”


thanks for reading fam x much appreciate it!!!

send in your requests if you want!!

Affectionate || Sign


Summary:  You and Kiho haven’t been dating for long, and watching the poor guy try to be a confident romantic was just too adorable for you to handle.

Word Count: 833 somewhat shorter than the others, sorry about that 

A/N: Hi there Anon, anything is possible my dear,  thank you very much for the request! I had to do my indepth research to be able to write for Sign since I’m not an MAP6 fan myself but now Storm is stuck in my head omfg its like 2010-2012 style kpop and its fire- so I hope I did your request justice! Thank you again! <3

You stood outside your boyfriend’s dorm, hand hovering near the door as you hesitated; to knock or not to knock, that was the question.

Mustering up the last bit of your courage, you tapped your knuckles against the door, only to have it immediately open to reveal your boyfriend Kiho standing there smile. “Hi [Y/N].” He grinned, remaining more than arms distance away from you.

“Hi oppa,” you replied as you mimicked his smile, “sorry for coming earlier than I said I would-”

“No, don’t be, you practically live here.” He laughed, stepping inside so you could follow him in. You nodded at his answer, falling into an awkward silence.

“Where are the others?”

“Living room watching a movie, did you want to join them?” Kiho asked, taking a few large strides so he was walking in time with you. You shrugged.

“I guess, as long as we end up spending time together then I don’t mind.” You answered, watching as his cheeks slowly burned a hot pink. You couldn’t help but let your smile double in size at his adorable reaction.

“I’ve-uh- gotta go grab something, I’ll be right back…” He stammered awkwardly, still bright red in the face, “you can go wait with the guys.”

Before you could answer, you watched Kiho’s figure retreat into the kitchen, leaving you to sigh. Turning on your heels, to walked into the living room where the other 4 members of MAP6 were sprawled around the room. “Hey guys.” You chimed, wedging yourself on to the sofa across from Minhyuk.

“[Y/N]!” They cheered, dragging their eyes away from the screen to greet you.

“Did Kiho hyung let you in?” Byungsun asked from his spot on the floor, making you nod.

“Mhm, and then he ran off somewhere.” You sighed, making the other members laugh.

“You know him, he’s a shy kid.” Minhyuk said, stretching his legs across your lap with a contented smile.

It was true; in fact you couldn’t believe that Kiho had asked you out in the first place. You knew the other four boys from their A-Prince days and had met Kiho when they began their preparations for their debut as MAP6. Back then, he was quiet, shy - reserved - and nothing had really changed.

Just when you had gotten used to the weight of Minhyuk’s feet resting awkwardly in your lap, the leader removed them so the newest entrant could sit down. You pulled your eyes away from the screen to see your boyfriend moving to sit next to you, a somewhat confident smile on his face.

“All good, oppa?” You asked. He nodded, leaning into your personal space just a little more. You smiled at his response and focused back on to the program the other boys were watching.

While you watched, you felt Kiho awkwardly shift next to you, the cushion underneath you moving with each of his movements. You pushed his jittery movements aside for a brief moment in time until you felt his arm secure itself around your shoulders.

You paused and looked at your boyfriend in the corner of your eyes, taking in the way his face flushed a tinge a light red. His ears were bright red, and you held back your giggles at your boyfriend’s nerves.

Ten minutes after he successfully pulled ‘the move’ on you, you felt Kiho pull you closer to his chest, hands almost trembling at the close proximity. On instinct, you leaned your head down on to his shoulder, a wide smile across your face at the fact he had finally, finally initiated much needed skin ship.

Despite your calm and lax aura, Kiho was tense underneath you, and you could feel his heartbeat thump rhythmically in his chest. You let out a soft giggle, slapping your hand over your mouth.

The others didn’t seem to notice your outburst.

As you continued to watch TV with the boys, Kiho continued to grow in his gestures, pulling you further into his side and his hands snaking loosely around your waist.

Little by little, the other boys left the room, growing bored of whatever show had caught their interest in the first place, leaving you and Kiho alone in the lounge.

“Oppa, you’re so cute.” You grinned, turning to him and pinching his cheeks when you were finally alone.

Kiho’s eyes widened and he pulled his arms off you. “I-I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He stammered out, the familiar red tint appearing across his complexion. You laughed and pulled him into a tight hug.

“You don’t have to try and be so, un-Kiho; I love you - shyness and all.” You confirmed, pressing a kiss into his right cheek, which forced his cheek to flare up an even brighter red.

Through his embarrassment of being discovered, Kiho managed to drape his arms around you and return your hug. His lips lightly pressed themselves into your temple.

“Thank you…” He murmured, returning your statement with gestures rather than words

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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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…

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.


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:

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.

EDIT; Added Deacon and Nick

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