bad for your posture

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Just a Friendly Face

Author: @sincerelystiles
Pairing: Derek x Reader
Word Count: 2,816

Warnings: NSFW !! 

A/N: i’ve had major derek feels lately and i just really needed to write some derek smut, this was originally gonna be for stiles, but this worked out better than my idea for him. anyway, enjoy!

Originally posted by stilessderek

He hated you. He hated that you didn’t notice. He hated that somehow, you never smelt it on him, or heard his heartbeat rise whenever you came around. He hated that everyone else could see it, but you. You’d been friends since you were 15, went to prom together and even shared your first kiss with each other. But, that wasn’t all. You both made a deal that, if, by 17, you were both virgins, you’d lose it to each other. You both preferred to lose it to someone you were comfortable with, rather than losing something so pure to just a random partner that’d most likely leave straight after. So, you took each other’s virginity, and in return, he grew feelings that you didn’t reciprocate.

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need you / sirius black

anon request. the end of this is heart wrenching and i apologize in advance for the needy, sad sirius. my heart hurts why did i do this to myself

word count// 1,713

Christmas Eve had arrived and traditions were commencing in your half blooded household. The house smelt strongly of freshly baked cookies mingled with the pine wafting off the tree that was brightly lit and beautifully decorated. Your Mother had charmed wooden spoons to mix batter together whilst pans or bowls washed themselves in the sink and you couldn’t help but laugh when a spoon nearly hit your Muggle Father in the head as it flew to the soapy water to be washed. You watched with admiration as your Dad grabbed your Mom from behind and began to dance to Winter Wonderland, twirling and dipping her while she pretended to be annoyed, but you saw the pink in her cheeks and the budding smile.

The angelic sound of your mother’s giggles drifted into the living room where you were curled up on the sofa, a fuzzy blanket wrapped around you like a cocoon. The sight of your dad dipping her made your thoughts drift to your boyfriend, Sirius Black, whom you had been dating for a little over a year. His relationship with his parents didn’t come close to the bond you had with yours and merely thinking about the glum look on his face as he parted from you at the train station made tears gather in your eyes.. You curled the blanket tighter around yourself and rested your chin on your kneecaps, wanting nothing more than for Sirius to spend Christmas with you rather than in the cold Black household.

In bounded your father, flour in his hair and a gentle smile on his face. He sat beside you and brought you into his chest as if he knew what was bothering you. His head rested atop yours and you smiled ever so slightly at the feeling of being a little girl came over you again. “Why the long face, squirt?” He asked and a genuine smile formed on your face at the old nickname that he resurfaced.

Your head lifted from his shoulder, chest heaving as you sighed. “I’m just upset that I’m spending Christmas with family and Sirius is probably alone.”

“Ah,” He hummed knowingly and raked his fingers through your y/h/c tresses. “His family isn’t the nicest, are they?”

With a mere shake of the head, you pulled your legs closer to your chest and stared sadly at the glowing tree across the room. The small bulbs of light began to blur until a tear plummeted down your cheek. Your dad squeezed you to him and wiped your tears like he had done so many years ago. You mustered up the most pitiful of smiles as you looked into his warm and welcoming y/d/e/c irises and whispered shakily, “I just want him here with me. I want him to be happy and I know he’s not right now.”

The room grew silent for a few moments, only the sound of your oblivious mother singing to carols from the kitchen filling the barren space.  Your heart was physically aching for Sirius and all you wanted was for him to be where he belonged. He belonged with you and he deserved to have a joyous Christmas like you knew Lily, Remus, and James were having.

“Why don’t you bring him here then?”

Glancing up at your father in surprise, your mouth gaped open a bit. “I can’t just show up to his house!” You exclaimed.

“Why can’t you?” He smiled down at you gently, his aging face appearing youthful and happy. “I want you to be happy, squirt, and if bringing him here will do that then we sure as hell will do it.”

Salty tears dried in an instant and a smile quirked your lips into a smile. You wrapped your arms around your father’s neck and felt like crying tears of joy. “Thank you, Dad. You have no idea how much this means to me,” You whispered against his shirt and tried to hold back more waterworks.

He rubbed your back soothingly and chortled. “Go get him, kiddo.”

Standing in front of 12 Grimmauld Place had your nerves on edge. The building seemed to loom over you threateningly and the street’s dim glow only added to the frightening aspect of it. You found yourself wringing your hands anxiously for you knew what lie on the other side of the home before you and your heart skipped a beat when your eyes landed on the window belonging to Sirius’ bedroom. Never faltering from his window, you scrounged up the courage to stalk up to the front door and knock thrice. 

It was silent on the opposite side of the door and you wondered if they were even awake. The thought was forgotten as soon as the ebony colored door flung open and revealed a very stern looking Walburga Black. Your blood ran cold at the sight of her displeasured expression and you could feel yourself sweating despite the impeccably cold night air. It wasn’t the first time you’d met Sirius’ mother and she did not like you dating her son one bit seeing as how you mucked up the pure blood ideology she had drilled into her brain. You, however, were there for one thing only and that was to save your boyfriend of the horrid household. 

“Y/L/N,” She practically spat, her face contorting as if the name left a bad taste in her mouth. “What are you doing here?”

Straightening your posture and wiping your clammy palms on your leggings discreetly, you tilted your chin up as confidently as you could muster in front of such an intimidating woman. “I’m here to see Sirius. May I co–”

“Absolutely not. I suggest you go back home right now,” She retorted snootily.

You frowned, but refused to leave until Sirius was with you. “Please, Mrs. Black. Can’t I see him just for a moment?”

“I realize that Sirius associates himself with mudbloods in his own time at Hogwarts and such, but I will not allow it under my watch and certainly not in my house!”

“I am not a-a… mudblood, Mrs. Black,” You replied calmly. “I’m a halfblood.”

Her lip curled in distaste and snorted as if you had told a joke. “I’m afraid that’s no better, Y/L/N, now if you would please stop wasting my time. I have–”

“Whose at the door? I thought I heard Y/N,” Sirius called from inside the house and you grew exceptionally giddy at the sound of his footsteps drawing near.

“No one, Sirius,” She barked and tried to close the dark wooded door in your face, but he stepped into your line of sight before she could.

The surprise on his face made you smile, but you could see the underlying fatigue and sadness. Sirius shoved past his fuming mother and pulled your shivering body into the house, shutting the door behind you. His arms wrapped around your quivering frame and you melted into him, his incredible warmth radiating off and onto you. His chin rested on top of your head and he found himself sighing contentedly after days of being utterly miserable. 

“Sirius Orion Black,” His mother growled. “She needs to leave this instant. I will not have this in my house.”

You felt Sirius tuck you tighter into his chest and you buried your face into his shirt, breathing in the woodsy scent of him mingled with faint cigarette smoke. “If she leaves, I leave,” He spat bitterly.

“I assume you’ll be leaving then,” She said in the most tranquil tone of voice you had heard yet. 

“Gladly,” He growled and with a swish of Walburga Black’s wand, a bag of his things landed beside them.

Despite knowing how horrible his family was, you couldn’t help but feel a grief deep within you that he was leaving because of you. The Black lineage was certainly not the best, but they were still his flesh and blood. Therefore when Sirius tangled his fingers with yours and pulled you out into the snowy night, your heart sank a bit lower when his mother shouted out five more poisonous words before the door slammed shut. 

‘Don’t bother ever coming back.’

It was silent outside 12 Grimmauld Place. Snow drifted from the sky peacefully as if a storm hadn’t just brewed on the very same street. Fingers still intertwined with Sirius’, you looked up at him to see he was already looking down at you. The white flecks of snow landed in his dark hair and his heavy pants of air came out in clouds of fog and he looked ethereal. His cheeks were warm to the touch and with your free hand you cupped one of them, stroking the rosy skin delicately. Sirius despised his family, but you saw the tiny bit of sadness seeping through because the bond that family had was supposed to be forever. 

The bond between him and the Black’s had been broken for a very long time. 

“Are you okay, my love?” You whispered lowly, almost inaudible. 

His palms landed on your hips and he tilted his head further into your hand that laid on his cheek. “Of course I am,” He muttered and trained his attention on the snowflakes gathering in your hair. “I-I…”

A tear fell onto his cheek, landing near the spot your hand rested on his face. You kissed it away gingerly and heard Sirius whimper before more tears followed. Without a second thought, your arms wrapped around his neck and his went to your waist, crushing you into him.

“I know, love,” You hummed into his ear and raked your digits into his hair lightly. “It’s okay. I’m here, always.”

“Need you,” Sirius croaked in your neck. His voice shook and tears dripped onto your skin. “I love you so much, baby.”

You swore you could hear your heart crack even further. 

“I’m here, my love,” You repeated softly and kissed just under his ear. “I love you too, Sirius. More than you’ll ever know.”

Snow continued to fall as you cradled the boy you loved in your arms. You held him in the middle of a sidewalk on Christmas Eve and you’d continue to hold him and love him unconditionally until the end of time. Sirius Black deserved just that and more. 

5 things you don't say to a person with Scoliosis

1. Sit up straight/ your posture is bad
2. Turn around, I want to see it
3. Well, they say it’s not supposed to hurt
5. You lay down too much
4. Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot that you can’t do anything

Train (Mafia!Jungkook)

Plot: #022: “Sometimes I just can’t control myself when around you.” with mafia!Jungkook

Part: One, Two, Four

Word Count: 1136

A/N: so I will be working on youtuber!Tae as a father, I’m hoping for it to come out tomorrow but I’ll let you all know if there will be a delay!! For today, it is the third part of the mafia!kook series that I’m having way too much fun with bc it’s just such a nice thought tbh, the link for this is mafia!Jungkook (here)

To say he lived up to his reputation was an understatement. You had always thought people exaggerated his skills, that he wasn’t as smart or as fast or strong as they said he was. You did believe that he was skilled, there wouldn’t be so much hype to his name if he wasn’t at least mediocre at fighting. But seeing him in action made you realize none of it was false.

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Cheaters sometimes Prosper

“I’m really sorry,” Leonard apologized. “It’s just you put in so many big words I couldn’t read the note cards. I know you worked really hard on it but Coach could see right through me. It was like he knew before I even got up there.”

Nate stared up at his dorm neighbor, “Its ok. I should have made sure you were ok with the project before you started. It’s always hard to do a cold reading of anyone else’s work. Don’t feel too bad about it.” Leonard kept his head down. He still felt like he was the one to blame. “And pull your head up. I won’t let you have bad posture when I’m around.” In an instant he fixed his posture. He wasn’t about to have Nate mad at him too.

It surprised Leonard that Nate didn’t blame him at all for what Coach was making them do. He was far more angry at Coach Larson than he was at Leonard. It almost filled Leonard with pride that someone was standing up for him. Even when Leonard told him what happened, Nate scolded Coach instead.

“So this is his office?” Nate asked. There was almost a threatening tone to his voice. Leonard nodded. The small guy knocked on the door. Dread filled Leonard as he thought about what Coach could say.

“Come in.”

Nate and Leonard walked into the coach’s office. “I was told you wanted to see me.” Nate sounded indignant when he spoke. “Something about cheating.”

Coach Larson smiled. “So you’re the one who made a project for a class he wasn’t in. A project to be used by another student so they could pass a class. Do you know how much trouble you could be in?”

“Yes,” Nate glared. This was one of the main rules of any college; no cheating. “I’m well aware of what could happen to me and Leonard. However I don’t like the way you conduct your class.”

“Oh?” Coach raised an eyebrow. Most people didn’t dare talk back to Coach. He almost always had control of the situation but Nate wasn’t about to let him off the hook.

“Oh?!” Nate mimicked in a louder voice. “You think you…”

“Leonard you can wait outside.” Coach interrupted Nate. Despite Nate’s anger somehow he couldn’t speak over Coach Larson. Leonard instantly obeyed. “Sorry about that. It’s just I don’t want him to get any ideas of how I run my students. I take it you’re upset with me not allowing that moron to pass my class without doing any work?”

“Moron!?” Nate’s voice instantly rose again. “Leonard’s not a moron! Just because he can’t do public speaking or strings together a large amount of unnecessarily elongated words doesn’t mean he’s a moron! You’re a teacher! Don’t treat you’re students like that. Yeah. Sure. I messed up. Whatever. I shouldn’t have done the project for him but I’m not going to stand here and listen to you call your student a moron!”

“Then have a seat,” Coach motioned toward a chair. Despite Nate’s size he still had one of the nastiest glares Coach Larson had ever seen. He adjusted his glasses and proceeded to sit across from Coach. “I’m sorry that I called him a moron.” Nate rolled his eyes but Coach continued. “I just wanted to see why you were here. It would have been just as easy for you to make another project for him to turn in. So why didn’t you do that?”

It took Nate a moment to think. “I don’t like the way people treat guys like him. It’s like all he is considered is some meathead incapable of thinking for himself. It’s frustrating. He’s not dumb.” Nate crossed his arms but sat more relaxed in the chair.

“Ahh…” Coach Larson chuckled. “So you do like him. I wasn’t sure why you’d be defending him so strongly.” Nate was about to interrupt but Coach continued. “Do you think it’ll last?”

Nate adjusted his glasses again, “I don’t know if that’s any of your business Mr. Larson.”

Coach laughed again, “Please call me Coach.” Nate continued looking skeptical. “Besides being interested in his body what else could you possibly have in common?”

“Well, Coach,” Nate replied snidely. However, he didn’t have a anything to comeback with. Really all it was right now was physical. That, and everything Nate had built up for wanting to defend what he now considered was his man. Now thinking about it they hadn’t even made anything official. “Uhh… I’m not sure…” It was the first time he felt hesitation. It was like something had changed.

“Exactly,” Coach’s tone had softened even more. “You have to have something to connect you right. Something more than just magic.” Nate shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Coach was making a lot of sense. “What if you could be as big as him?”

“Bro? Really? Dude works out like 7 days a week. I ain’t got time for that,” Nate laughed. Had he really just called someone bro? He shook his head, “He works way too hard. I don’t want to be like that. It’s nice to look at but too hard to maintain.”

Coach Larson knew exactly what he was talking about. “So you just like being the little spoon?”

“AHAHHAH!” Nate laughed harder than he meant to. “Just cause I’m smaller doesn’t mean I’m the little spoon. Dude loves being loved. I don’t mind. He never really got it growin up so I do what I can.” Nate rubbed his hand through his facial hair. Had he really forgotten to shave? Nah this was at least three days worth of facial hair. He just needed to trim it up a bit. It was starting to itch.

“Oh so what you’re like 180 pounds guy and then take care of some 240 pound oaf?”

“Nah man,” Nate laughed again. “It’s just that he sometimes he wants somebody to tell him he’s as great as he thinks he is. But I like being on top. I don’t have his power and size.” He slapped his bicep. “But I’ve got some power and size.” Nate repositioned his legs wider open. “Leonard’s a great guy. Don’t be too hard on him Coach.”

Coach smiled broadly, “Alright Nate. I’ll be a little less harsh on him. By the way, that project you did was great. That’s why I wanted to see you. Have you considered a work study with the gym? I’m sure I could get you one.”

“Really? That’d be great. Then I’d be able to spend more time with Leonard too.” He subconsciously rubbed his chest. It felt so much rounded than when he entered the office; hairier too. He shook his head thinking about all the good times he’d be able to spend with Leonard in the gym.

D...Did you just make that noise?

A/N: anon request, Sorry this took so long. Work has been a little hectic. I kind of wonder if this could become something bigger if given the time.

You had been busy with your thesis for at least the last two weeks. Harry had been a patient gentleman. He’d gotten you junk food when you were depressed about the direction of your paper and he’d gotten you smoothies when it was starting to look good again. He’d indulged your lack of sociability and let you shut yourself in his office to get work down. You didn’t realize it until the end of the third week neared. You hadn’t had sex in almost three weeks.

Harry knocked on the door of the office and stuck his head in. You looked up from your laptop and smiled, which he took as an invitation to enter.

“Hey babe, how’s the writing going?” he asked as he approached and sat on the desk.

“Pretty good, just refining my conclusion,” you stretched your arms up and started massaging at your neck. All of the bad posture was taking its toll.

Harry slides off the desk and circles behind you and starts massaging your shoulders.

“You should take a break, babe” he coos. “Just a couple minutes. You’ve been working so hard.”

The strength of his fingers had you almost convinced.

“Mhmm, right there,” you moaned closing your eyes and rolling your head back.

“Babe, let me help you relax,” he whispered. “It’s been a while, could use a little wind down…”

You let him spin the chair around to face him. He quickly began work on your sweats and undies pulling them down and off. Your “borrowed” Stones shirt was next. He admired the view for a moment before he snapped back in to action. He kissed up your exposed thighs, kindly not noting that you hadn’t shaved in a few days. He prised your legs apart and pressed hot, wet kiss across your pubic bone. He intentionally avoided your clit and that only served to stoke the fire in your belly. Your fingers found their way into his curls and attempted to direct him. He pulled away and tutted you before you released the pressure.

His teasing, playing, pressing and flicking have you so worked up you don’t even realize releasing a high-pitched keening whine. A sound like a frightened guinea pig might make. Harry is so startled he stops which pulls you from the daze.

“D…Did you just make that noise?” he stutters.

“Mmm… must’ve..”you mumble. “Feels so good, Haz…” You fingers wind back into his hair and steer him. This time he lets you steer him as he chuckles against your pubic bone before starting again.

This man could sure work wonders with his mouth.


Sugar babes are now, unfortunately, a dime a dozen. It’s still not completely publicly known but it’s gotten a lot more attention over the years through word of mouth. It’s position got promoted from prostitution and gold digger to companion and gold digger! Haha! It’s become something an individual may come to accept while it’s still taboo to the mass majority. Now you got sugar cubes runnin’ around thinkin’ they know what they’re doin’, and that they got it allllll figured out. 

Well good for them! Here’s a frickn’ gold-star sticker!

These days, it’s a little harder for SD’s to find the right SB’s, just like how it’s getting more difficult for us SB’s to find the right SD’s. The amount of salt and pepper has risen. The salty are cheap in all manners. The pepper…….well let’s just agree that they just don’t belong because they don’t know what the hell they’re doing.

Something to help you along the way to bring your best to the bowl. My advice? Be gold!

And I don’t mean consider yourself to be the prize of the picking, the top of the top, best thing since sliced bread. That’s kind of just shy of being full of yourself. Be confident and classy, not entitled and trashy.

Did you know that gold, unlike other metals, are always cool to the touch. Gold is relatively un-reactive and the temperature of gold becomes unaffected by body heat when touched. 

When discovered it was considered, and probably still is considered, to be the perfect metal. Precious, rare, un-reactive, and, of course, pretty and shiny!

1. Be rare!

You want to be like a travelling show that only comes into town every three years. Of course, invest in your looks because that’s what will allow you to have the foot in the door from day 1. But looks will only get a girl so far into the game. Makeup has made it possible for almost any girl to look like a hot piece but what makes a girl rare is looks and brains. You have to keep in mind, SD’s aren’t sniveling 20-something year olds, complaining about how their manager put them on a double shift. No, SD’s are more than likely, well-educated, well-mannered and well off individuals. They know how to invest and increase their value by triple in the next two years. They know how to work the room and have an intelligent conversation with business partners and strike a deal at the end. Looks just won’t cut it. Invest in your own intelligence and know about the world and current events. Don’t just learn what you’re studying in school, know it. Intelligence will make you out to be that rare girl who has a bangin’ body but has the sexiest mind.

2. Be precious!

Just as much as you want to invest in your intellect, invest in your attitude and personality. No SD is going to want a SB that is negative with a sailor’s mouth. You want to be a babe that an SD feels the urge to want to take care of and provide for. Be sweet like the sugar babe you are! Be optimistic, because that’s what an SD will probably want to look forward to when he’s with his SB. Be that warm and inviting light that SD’s will have no choice but to flock to, like a moth to a fire. Be understanding and kind, so that your SD finds comfort in your company. Another thing I feel like I have to point out to those that are learning to be sugars, or are currently trying to find an SD, is check yourself out emotionally. Be emotionally secure with yourself, be genuinely happy for who you are as a person. Have an appreciation for the things you have in your life. Being a sugar babe is not easy. When it comes to the nitty-gritty it can be very difficult. If you can’t handle an email that has gone three days without a response back, then I suggest you work on your emotional mentality first. An SD is not going to want to deal with an SB’s emotional outbursts or issues. Be confident and radiate it like the sun! When an SD sees how precious you are, he’ll handle you with proper care and won’t ever want to damage or affect your radiant personality.

3. Be beautiful!

Looks are important and when you’re in an SB/SD you have to strive to always look your best when you’re on a date or together anywhere with your SD. Don’t bake your face and create a cake of makeup. Strive to make your appearances look effortless and natural but striking. You want your beauty to emanate from within and just enhance your outside appearance. When I say, be beautiful, I don’t mean only your looks. Of course make sure you go with a beauty routine and invest in your skin and makeup, but also invest on how you carry yourself. Nothing in this world is ever dependent on only one thing. It takes two to tango! Like I said before, any girl can look pretty and beautiful with makeup, but match your elegance with your beauty. I see lots of girls who are just beautiful, pretty face, fit body and great taste in clothes, but they walk down the street like a hunched over old grandpa. Carry yourself like you’re a million bucks. Walk the walk and talk the talk. Walk like a lady, have straight posture and know how to use a fork and knife. Stand up straight, shoulders back and head held level. Your body is the main piece, not clothes and makeup. Clothes and makeup should be considered accessories to complement your body and yourself to present the best you, you can display. 

4. Be mysterious!

When you do the job right, a sugar babe will always continue to create an air of mystery about them that seems unending. Be a mystery that no amount of education and intelligence can crack. SD’s are usually men who get what they want all the time because they have the ability and the finances to obtain it. You want to be the one thing that an SD can never obtain no matter what. You can let him look at you, feel you, and know you, but never let him have you. Golden Rule: Never break Alice’s looking glass. Don’t destroy the fantasy. Some examples of destroying the fantasy would be burping in front of your SD, slumping into a bad posture or wear sweatpants to a date and think you’ve been with one another long enough to be comfortable like this. This is not like a traditional relationship where you can get comfortable with one another and think that your flaws should be accepted by your SD because you’ve been together for a whole year. Once you break it, you can never go back and soon both you and your SD will fall back into reality and we all know reality bites. This is something that I feel every SB has to figure out on their own though because mystery can’t be explained. 

5. Be GOLD!

Be yourself! Gold is unique and special and you are too! Bring out that weird something that makes you different from the rest. Everybody has something within themselves that make them unique. Don’t think that you are better than all the rest of the sugars out there because in the sugar bowl we must support one another and we should strive to create a positive outlook for others looking in. Every babe has a little something extra that other babes can’t do. Show that little something to your SD and it’ll make you seem like one of a kind that he just can’t be without in his SB. Just like being mysterious, I can’t help you babes with this one either. Every babe should find out where their gold is within themselves and show it to the world! 

I hope this has helped out some of you girls out there! Sometimes it’s the little things that matter the most, so keep with these fundamentals of a sugar baby and you’ll be golden and hopefully on your way to meeting a great SD! 

Ciao babes!

Kotatsu (Drabble)

“It is hardly cold,” Hanzo insists, two mugs of tea in his hands as he makes his way back to you.

“It’s zero degrees,” you whine from your spot underneath the kotatsu.

“In celsius. It’s only 32 in fahrenheit.” There is only mirth in his voice however, and he places both your cups on the low table, freeing his hands to adjust the fuzzy blanket that begins to slip from your shoulders.

“It’s still zero.”

A hint of a smile tugs at his lips, and he doesn’t bother answering. He takes a seat beside you on the carpeted ground. You bravely lift the kotatsu’s blanket, exposing your own legs to the cold to offer his sanctuary. He grumbles about how he’s not cold, but begrudgingly panders to your whim. You don’t miss how he sighs at the rush of warmth that envelopes his legs, or how he leans minutely against you, his arm–in a short-sleeve, no less–touches yours. The heat that rolls off him permeates the blanket and through your long sleeves.

“How are you so hot?” you mumble unabashed at the double entendre.

You hear Hanzo splutter and choke on his tea. You are too comfortable to help him, however, laughing quietly to yourself.

You shiver when you pull your hands out from underneath the blanket, the cold nipping at your fingers, only to sigh contently when they wrap around the cup. It smells like crisp grass and something toasted. Genmaicha.

“No sencha today?”

Hanzo stops mid-choking self-rescue, looking somewhat alarmed. “D-did you want sencha?”

You shake your head, dropping a hand onto Hanzo’s thigh before he could get up in a panic, rubbing small circles into the tense muscle. “No, just asking. You usually drink sencha, so I thought…”

“I thought…I would try something new.” You could hear the creep of embarrassment in the edge of his voice, and you smile into your cup. The tea is good, warms your body like Hanzo’s presence warms your heart.

“It’s good. This,” you gesture at nothing particular with your chin, “is good.” The heat makes you sleepy, and you indulge yourself by leaning against Hanzo’s sturdy frame. God, this man is like a kotatsu by himself.

“Good,” he repeats awkwardly. He takes a bracing sip of his tea. “I am glad.”

“Mm. I’m glad that you’re glad,” you say, a yawn escaping your lips. You pull the kotatsu’s blanket higher over your stomach. You wouldn’t mind sleeping like this. But apparently, Hanzo can read your mind. He jostles his leg against yours, effectively keeping sleep at bay.

“If you sleep here, I won’t carry back to the bed,” he warns.

You groan. “Then leave me here.” It’s too comfortable to even consider leaving anyway, even if the promise of a soft mattress is tempting.

He sighs, defeated. “I will wake you up when it is time then. But if you still do not get up…”

“Mm-hm, got it. Leave me, I’ll deal with…the back pain.” You yawn again, wasting no time in answering the beckons of sleep.

When you awaken next however, you realize blearily that you’re not under the kotatsu dealing with the consequences of bad sleeping posture. Instead you’re wrapped tightly in the arms of your own personal living heater. You smile at his sleeping face, bumping your nose against his own in silent thanks before returning to sleep.

This is good.

Not so bad after all

Originally posted by lokitty

Request: This was requested from @letmetellyoumyfairytailme „Could you do one were the reader and Loki are total opposites but they both need each other because she can’t attack and he cannot defense but they do it for each other and they like fight with the avengers against Ultron, they safe each other’s life and kind of stare each other in the eyes and smile and finally start liking each other. It has to have a lot of emotional details and be in 3rd person.”

Author’s Note: First of all, sorry that it took me so long, but I have been so busy and have other requests and it just took me forever for the next part of Feelings and Work. But here it is, I hope you like it. Please leave feedback if you like, so I can improve my writing. And this is probably going to stay a one shot. I have so much on my list, that I don’t have time to take it further anytime soon.

Enjoy now.



When Ultron came up, you were called in, knowing you were the best at defending the team. You swore to never attack someone, even robots, but you promised to protect everyone and defend them. You were a great sniper, but also the best at hand-to-hand combat.

Then Thor showed up, with is brother alongside him. You weren’t fond of that idea, you knew his history, but Thor swore that he was there to help and he might be useful.

You don’t trust him . At all. He is called the trickster and was on the other side before. Why would he help now? You kept an eye on him the whole time, making sure he wouldn’t change sides again.

Nobody is going to hurt your friends and you loathed disloyalty the most. As he was known to not be loyal, you didn’t leave him alone for just one second.

Everything from that point on was a blur, because it all happened so fast. Now here you are fighting an army of robots on a flying city. You are keeping them away from your team as good as you can, even though they are everywhere and your team is everywhere, too. So you try to keep it balanced, making sure to defend them as good as you can. Including Loki, you don’t want to, but he is part of the team after all. You get up on one of the bigger building to get a better view.You hated it, that you couldn’t be everywhere, normally you had a good view and shot on everyone but here you couldn’t. The anxiety that someone is going to get hurt, krept up inside you, but you pushed it down, focusing on the task at hand.

You see Tony flying around, trying to get as many robots to follow him as possible. Steve and Thor are fighting together, Clint was making his way through the town, followed by Wanda, Pietro getting as much robots as fast as he can.

Basically the team is split all over the city, making it impossible for you to keep an eye on all of them. But still you manage to blow up some robots, that your teammates couldn’t cover.

Suddenly you see a lot of movement from the corner of your eye. Loki is surrounded and is fighting as much as he can, but the robots are circling him, attacking him from all sides. He tries his best but there are too many, even for him.

You quickly shoot some of them from the building you are on, but see that it’s not going to help him as much, because there are even more coming. Your sense of protecting everyone kicking in, causing you to quickly make your way down and run towards him, getting as much robots as you can, on your way over. You shoot yourself a free path and join Loki.

“I can handle this alone.” he says.

“I saw that.” You sass back. You stand back to back towards each other, as you take a look around. Loki attacks them and you are trying your best to keep the ones that are trying to attack him and you away. Surprisingly the two of you work in sync with each other, blocking robots, passing them on,  connecting your attacks. Him lending you a hand, to throw you up towards a robot that was shooting the two of you from above.It’s great but on the other hand it feels weird, considering you never foight on the same sode together. You weren’t even as in sync with anyone else as you are with him now.

It took you two forever to take all of those robots out. And the both of you still got beaten up pretty bad. You turn towards each other still holding your posture, breathing heavily, even though you both wanted to hunch down in pain.

“You did really good, considering you are a woman.” He said, with a mischievous smile on his face, letting you know he was just teasing.

“You did really good yourself, considering you are a selfish asshole.” You replied, staring at him, not knowing what to expect. You couldn’t read him and it made you a little uneasy, but at the same time even more interested in him.

“That’s not nice to say to someone who just saved your life a couple of times.” He answers.

“Same goes right back to you.” You smile. The two of you keep smiling and looking into each other’s eyes. He extends his hands to you and you take it with a smile and shake it. But the movements causes an insanely strong pain on your right site, causing you to hunch over and hold your rips.

“Are you okay?” he asks, moving an arm around your shoulders and his other hand around your right arm., surprising you that he even cared.

“No…. rips… pain.. probably broken.” You hiss and can’t even straighten up again. Then you hear and see the helicarriere and that the civilians are moved onto it.

“Come on. Let’s go, seems like the battle is almost over. Well over for you anyway.”

“Thanks for those comforting words.”

He chuckles and starts to slowly move you over towards the gathering crowd.

“I always had my way with words.” He simply answers.

“Oh yeah, bet you didn’t have luck with woman than.”

“See, now you are underestimating me.” He smiles the mischievous smile again, winking at you.

You chuckle, causing you to wince in pain. The two of you slowly make your way over and board one of the ships, where Loki slowly moves you down on a seat.

“Well aren’t you two just the cutest.” Clint says, seeing the two of you together.

“Shut it, Barton.” You sweetly say to him. He winks at you and leaves to help gather more civilians.

“I’m gonna go and see if my brother needs some more help.” Loki turns to you and nods, before turning and trying to leave.

“Try to not get all the attention on you. I’m not able to safe your ass again.”

“You do realize who you are talking to, right ?” he answers.

“Oh sorry, I’m not able to safe your ass again, your highness.” You reply with a smirk and wave your hands in an attempt to bow in front of him. He smiles back and chuckles, but moves on.

“No comment? Now I’m disappointed.” You call after him.

“Just wait, I’m just showing mercy.” He has an evil grin on his face and moves on.

Well that is going to be interesting. Maybe he isn’t so bad after all, you think to yourself as a smirk makes its way on your face.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Could I get a long reaction for Kihyun, Jooheon, I.M and wonho if their s.o had a crappy relation with her father and he's the reason for her mistrust in people?

Originally posted by garisanee

Wonho - Alone time was key for you as you almost felt like giving up. Isolated in your room, your hand trudged through your tangled tresses in frustration. Your boss gave you an assignment to produce a selling product for youthful children, somewhat like an invention. Your hands suffered from the calluses that formed on the surface, and the cuts that struck through your skin, puncturing the layers and bringing blood to your sight. Your natural instinct was to cover it with a band-aid and continue working. The ears that belonged to you refused to pick up any sounds, especially the sound of Wonho closing the door and heading to your room. Wasn’t it obvious that you had more things to worry about? It’s not as if your boss’ expectations weighed on your shoulders as well as the profits that would or would not come in depending on how the public enjoys your product. “Hey,” Wonho’s knuckles hit the door a few times before he entered your room, watching your back hunched over your desk. “It’s not good if you’re developing that bad posture of yours.” He rubbed his hand on your back, expecting you to sit up straighter. But you didn’t. “Are you okay–” “Can you leave me alone for a bit, Wonho? I’m sorry to say this but this is important and I need to get this done.” You gestured to your incomplete product, which seemed to be going nowhere. He stared at it for a while before saying, “Why don’t you let me help you? We had to do the same for our light sticks and I could help you–” “No. I don’t need any help.” You hoped to end this conversation, but he decided the opposite. “What do you mean? I’m saying that I could–” “No, Wonho, I don’t need your help.” You felt guilty for interrupting, but what else could you do? “Do you not trust me?” The words shot through your heart; you didn’t expect him to say that but it was true in the end. “No! It’s not that–” “Then what is it?” Wonho looked confused, wanting you to make up your mind. You told him about your past with your father, explaining to him how your father often tried to do the same but never ended up with the desired results. You tried to think the opposite, perhaps it was trial and error, but how could he explain the situation between your parents? Was that trial and error? “I’m sorry.” You had clenched your fists earlier, this time, Wonho put his hands over yours and said, “I’m not your father. You can trust me and let me help you. Please.”

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ya ever think the ryder twins would teach the alien crew how to naruto run since its a big thing in human humor; 

  • peebee got the hang to it and goes around doin around the ship sometime 
  • vetra tries to but she looks like a duck waddling with their head down so a big no for her
  • drack and kallo sees no use in and just nonsense,
  • lexi implies that it looks like bad posture and possibily break your back
  • jaal can’t stop once he was taught and runs into a wall crushing it at full velocity 
Uncommon Sole Survivor Questions
  • 1. A little-known talent of your SS?

  • 2. What trait does your SS like best about themselves? (Eyes, guitar skills, random prewar facts, etc)

  • 3. Bedroll on the side of the road, or wait until a settlement to rest?

  • 4. Is your SS good at keeping secrets?

  • 5. Your SS’s worst habit?

  • 6. Does your SS wear light or heavy armour?

  • 7. What is your SS’s opinion on body modifications?

  • 8. Your prewar SS is given a full-ride scholarship to any college they could want to go to. Where do they go and what do they major in?

  • 9. What chore does your SS hate the most?

  • 10. Would your SS prefer to live in the Sanctuary Hills, Diamond City, or the on their own somewhere?

  • 11. Is your SS a blanket hog?

  • 12. Would your SS play by the rules in a fight or take cheap shots?

  • 13. Does your SS have a widow ’s peak?

  • 14. Happy birthday! What kind of present would your SS want prewar and postwar?

  • 15. Something that grosses your SS out?

  • 16. Your SS crawls out of the cryopod! Where do they go first and what do they do?

  • 17. Is there a real person that looks like your SS?

  • 18. Something that makes your SS laugh without fail?

  • 19. Something that makes your SS cry without fail?

  • 20. A obscure/ridiculous fear your SS has?

  • 21. Does your SS have any type of disability, whether it be mental, physical, etc?

  • 22. Does your SS get frustrated by peoples postwar manners? Or lack there of…

  • 23. What is your SS’s first memory?

  • 24. Something you like that your SS would hate?

  • 25. Your SS is setting up to take down some raider/supermutants/synths! What song is their anthem?

  • 26. Does your SS have good or bad posture?

  • 27. Most despicable thing your SS has ever done?

  • 28. Does your SS a believe any of what the Children of Atom tell them?

  • 29. Someone does something against their morals in front of your SS. How do they handle it?

  • 30. What is your SS’s favorite drink? Prewar and postwar! 

  • 31. Does your SS prefer to sleep in a inside shelter or under the stars?

  • 32. Would your SS like you if they met you?

  • 33. A song that reminds you of your SS?

  • 34. Is your SS a nail biter?

  • 35. What is your SS’s favorite prewar quote?

  • 36. Your SS’s favorite postwar clothing to wear?

  • 37. How does your SS react when they hear Raider gossip/stories?

  • 38. Random Radstorm! How does your SS react?

  • 39. A strange talent of your SS?

  • 40. What superpower would your SS want if they could have any? 

  • 41. Does your SS like/make puns?

  • 42. Does your SS try to stay clean? Or do they embrace the wasteland?

  • 43. Your SS wakes up with a cap wonder glued to their forehead. How do they react?

  • 44. Can your SS sleep if there’s any kind of light / noise?

  • 45. What kind of self-esteem does your SS have?

  • 46. A word that your SS can’t stand?

  • 47. Does your SS keep good care of their weapons? Clean them everyday or just replace em with a shiner version every once in a while?

  • 48. Would the Commonwealth call your SS a good guy or a bad guy? What would they say they are?

  • 49. Your SS’s most prized possession? Prewar and postwar!

  • 50. What is your SS’s postwar happy place?

Directly adapted from this post to be applicable to the Fallout Universe !!

anonymous asked:

SF sans and uf pap s/o asks them to get them a collar with the skeles name on it

oh god that would make their days.


Boss, he acts all nonchalant about it “WELL OF COURSE YOU WANT EVERYONE TO KNOW YOU BELONG TO THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS!!!” He’s acting like it the most obvious thing in the world, but on the inside he’s so excited! Monsters will know your his and avoid you if they wish to live, due to the fact that if anyone messes with the Captain of the royal guards s/o that monster will  be dust.


Blackberry, oh lordy this one has the biggest grin on his face you’ve ever seen on his face. ‘A collar to to everyone their mine, all mine,only mine, mine mine mine!’ He’s a selfish little this so he is completely on bored with this to show everyone in the underground or on the surface your his, and when hes catches a glimpse of your collar while having a bad day he’ll instantly straighten his posture and puff out his chest slightly. He is very proud that you wear the collar willingly.   

Korekiyo's weight makes me fucking worried

Imagine Korekiyo with a really deadpan and emotionless s/o. But they’re actually super caring. They are pretty strong too and they have a habit of just picking Korekiyo up in their arms and weighting him.

The first time they do it, Korekiyo is very embarrassed and confused. Then his s/o makes a quick calculation of Korekiyo’s BMI and gives Korekiyo a glare.

Korekiyo honestly has no idea what’s going on. His s/o puts him back down and goes to the kitchen. They prepare a medium-sized meal, so that Korekiyo isn’t too overwhelmed by the amount of food. They make Korekiyo sit down at the table and then they just sit down and next to him and watch him intently.


Korekiyo thanks them for making the meal and digs in. It’s actually really good. S/o is very keen on making Korekiyo eat more ever since. They frequently pick him up to calculate his BMI. They actually start smiling more once Korekiyo gains some weight.

They decide to travel with Korekiyo more to make sure he is healthy. They kind of nag him like a mom.

“Are you drinking enough? That bottle has to be empty by three o'clock.”

“You’re slouching, you should take a break.”

“Your posture is bad for your back.”

“Put on some sun screen and wear a hat, you’ll get a sunburn in the least at this rate.”

Healthy Korekiyo is my aesthetic.

You couldn’t allow him to affect you in such a way and revel in the sight of you falling apart. You had to get him just as bad as he got you. You straightened your posture, tilting your head so your lips brushed against the shell of his ear. “How have you never smelt mine?” Your voice was taunting, and his body instantly tensed at your words. “How have you never noticed how wet you make me? How horny you get me? Tell me, Derek. How have you never thought about how I control myself when I’m in heat?”