cannot express how much i love him

anonymous asked:

Can I pretty pretty please see a feverishly delusional Lance stuck in bed and missing breakfast? Then Keith going down to check on him and Lance just groggily looking up at him and saying things like "You're really pretty, Keith." "Is bang you in a heartbeat if you'd let me." And when the others come in, Keith just turns to them in fear and says, "Oh my god, he's lost his mind."

Words cannot express how much I love this prompt.

When the his alarm goes off in the morning, Lance feels unusually tired and sluggish. Opening his eyes is difficult; his eyelids feel like they’ve been weighed down with stones. Eventually he manages to pry his eyes open and reach over to turn off his alarm. Every movement is slow and clumsy-the world feels like it’s moving in slow motion.

Now that he’s a little more aware, Lance realizes that something must be wrong with the heating system on the ship. It’s the only explanation for why his skin feels like it’s on fire, and his hair is plastered to his skin with sweat. Groaning, Lance reaches down, feeling around with his fingertips for the edge of the blanket and tossing it off of him. The instant rush of cool he feels allows him to breathe a sigh of relief.

The blanket ends up in a heap on the floor, but Lance is willing to clean it up later if it means that he doesn’t have to boil alive. Speaking of getting up, he should probably head to breakfast now. Slowly, carefully he levers himself into a sitting position, pausing for a moment to let his spinning head and churning stomach settle.

Pushing himself to his feet proves to be his undoing. Lance wobbles for a moment, briefly hopeful that he’s going to make it, before he’s overcome with dizziness and falls back onto the bed. He curls into a tight ball, trying to stop the room from spinning and his head from pounding. He’ll be fine-he just needs a few minutes. It’s probably just low blood sugar or something like that, and it’ll clear up as soon as he has breakfast.

He doesn’t even notice when he falls asleep.

Keith scowls as he stands outside the door to Lance’s room. Of course the slacker is running late. The others had been worried when Lance hadn’t showed up at breakfast, but Keith had just rolled his eyes, figuring that the blue palladin had just overslept. He’d volunteered to go fetch Lance-not because he was worried, but so he could give him a lecture for being lazy.

“Lance?” Keith calls, knocking on the door again. Still no answer. Grumbling under his breath, Keith decides to just open the door and go in. If Lance wanted privacy, he would show up on time.

He shoves the door open, calling Lance’s name again and sighing heavily. This is not how he wanted to spend his morning.

He stops in his tracks when he spots Lance. The blue palladin is sprawled out on his bed, a deep red fever blush painting his cheeks. The rest of his face is deathly pale.

Keith curses, kneeling by the bed. He shakes Lance’s shoulders gently. “Lance? Are you okay?” He presses a hand to Lance’s cheeks and forehead, wincing at the heat that he finds.

Lance slowly cracks his eyes open. “Heya Keith,” he slurs tiredly. His eyes are glassy and dazed.

“Oh good, you’re awake,” Keith says in relief. “Listen, you’re running a really high fever. We need to get you to the medical bay.”

Lance doesn’t seem to be listening, just shoots Keith a crooked smile. “You’re really pretty, Keith. Especially when you’re worried.”

“What?” is all that Keith manages to sputter out. But Lance isn’t done yet.

“I’d bang you in a heartbeat if you’d let me,” Lance says seriously, letting his eyes fall closed again.

Keith can’t even come up with any words to respond. He’s pretty sure that his brain has short-circuited.

After Keith has been gone for quite a while, with no sign of either the blue or red palladins, Pidge gets impatient. “What is taking those boys so long?” she asks irritably, standing up. “I’m going to go see what they’re up to.”

Hunk and Shiro voice their concerns as well, and the three of them make their way over to Lance’s room, where Keith had been going before. Finding the door open, they peek in.

It’s certainly an odd scene: Lance is lying on the bed, looking deathly ill, while a dazed-looking Keith crouches next to him.

“Keith? What’s going on?” Shiro asks tentatively.

Keith turns to face them, his face full of confusion. “Oh my god, he’s lost his mind,” he whispers hoarsely. “He’s saying the strangest things.”

Married Life

Derek wakes up to the birds chirping outside and the sun shining on his face, as a soft breeze blew in from the open window. Stiles must have opened it this morning to get some fresh air into the house. Derek rolls over searching for his husband only to find empty sheets that seemed to have been vacant for quite some time. He frowns sitting up, he searches around the room trying to find his better half, so he can drag him back to bed for some anniversary sex.

It was their four year anniversary and Derek intended to make love to his husband all day. He gets out of the bed slipping on his robe and stepping into his slippers. Stiles always teased him for having a robe and slippers calling Derek an old man before Derek pinned him to the bed showing him what this “old man” could do. He walks over to the open door their dog following close behind him. He notices a sticky note on the door and takes it off the door, he chuckles softly when he sees that it says, “Happy Anniversary!” on it.

Of course Stiles would do this on their anniversary. He follows the arrow on the sticky note finding another one on the bathroom door.

“Four long years we’ve been married” Derek reads. He rolls his eyes biting his lip to keep himself from smiling so hard. He follows the directions given on the note finding one on the closet door.

“I can’t believe I used to hate you!” It says. Derek laughs at this remembering how they used to argue whenever they saw each other. He goes down the stairs finding one on the banister. He picks it up reading it.

“Sorry I got you arrested…”

Derek snorts looking over at the other banister like the note told him. He finds another one picking it up.

“You make my world ten times more brighter!” he reads. He smiles looking at the little sun Stiles drew. He follows the instructions to go to the kitchen and finds a note on the toaster. He picks it up feeling giddy.

“Sorry I burn the toast…”

Derek laughs at the sad face remembering all the times Stiles attempted to make toast, but always ended up burning it. He looks at the cabinets and sees another note reading it.

“And break plates…”

He chuckles remembering when Stiles dropped a plate the other day and started crying. He made sure the Stiles felt better by buying him the biggest chocolate milkshake at their favorite ice cream place. He heads over to the counter like the instructions said and reads a note.

“And put the dent in the counter…”

Derek snorts remembering when they first started having sex and slamming Stiles onto the counter leaving a huge dent in their counter. He smiles following the instructions to go to the dining room. He sets the other notes down on their table reading the one left at the edge.

“I love it when you make pasta…” it says. He looks where the arrow on the note was pointing.

“Or make me coffee in the mornings.” he reads as soon as he finds the note. Derek grins at the blue coffee cup Stiles drew that was like the one in the cabinet right now. He continues to look in the same direction finding another note.

“You have no idea how much I appreciate you!” he reads. He feels his cheeks heat up and his chest swell. He follows the instructions of going to the living making sure to take all the notes with him. He finds a note on the back of the couch picking it up.

“I love watching those boring documentaries with you.” Derek reads. He smiles remembering how Stiles spent most of the time whining and complaining about how they were boring, but continued to watch them because he knew Derek liked them. He reads the instructions and heads over to the bookshelf and picks up another note reading it.

“You’re so peaceful when you read.”

Derek blushes and follows the arrow over to their DVD rack where they kept all the DVD’s they’ve collected over the years. He finds another note in the superhero section picking it up.

“You have a horrible taste in superheroes!” he reads. He laughs shaking his head, only Stiles would argue about that. He follows the instructions on the note and walks over to the coffee table.

“But you always make it up to me.” Derek reads. He smirks remembering the countless times he’s had Stiles on the coffee table, as Derek gave him a blowjob while they watched another Batman movie. He picks up the note looking where it was pointing at and heads over to his study. He finds a note on the door.

“I admire how hard you work.” it says. He smiles walking into the study spotting a note on the computer. He reads it’s chuckling.

“Thanks for letting me play games on here.”

He smiles following the sign that points at his bookshelf. He grabs it biting his lip.

“I love that you have an endless amount of amazing books!” he reads. He smiles looking at his bookshelf, picturing Stiles running his hand along the spines of the books as Derek works on his latest project. He follows the arrow to his desk seeing a note on one of his latest designs.

“You’re drawings are truly amazing Derek.”

Derek smiles picking the note up he looks around his desk looking for any more. He sees a note on the drawing he has been working on for years for the Hale house. He picks it up and reads it.

“Someday we’ll have the perfect house.” he reads. Derek gives a soft smile tracing a finger over the small, blue house. He chuckles at the instructions telling him to keep looking in the same direction. He finds another one next to the drawing seeing the same blue house.

“The perfect place to have children.” it says. He lets out a low growl his wolf going wild at the thought of having pups around the house. He looks at the two hearts close to the house, one heart blue and the other pink. He frowns wondering why the other one was blue, he walks out of his study following the instructions to look for the dog. He finds the note on the dog’s collar.

“You’re so loving even to the smallest things.” Derek reads. He smiles petting the dog fondly. The dog showed up at their house 2 years ago hurt and cold. He didn’t want to keep the dog, but gave in when Stiles gave him the puppy eyes Derek could never say no to. He reads the instructions and heads to the front door peeling off the note.

“And caring!” he reads. He smiles looking at the hearts surrounding the word caring. He follows the instructions to look at screen door opening the front door. He finds another note with a heart.

“Words cannot express how much I love you!” it says. He feels his chest swell at the endearing note, he walks onto the porch finding a note on the stairs.

“You’re so brave Derek.” he reads. He gives a small smile looking around for Stiles, but only sees more notes on their walkway. He walks down the stairs picking up the first one.

“You have the most amazing smile!” he reads. Derek chuckles shaking his head, only Stiles would be this cheesy. He walks over to the second note and picks it up.

“I get lost in your eyes every time I look at you!”

Derek snorts cringing a little at how corny it was. He walks over to the next note bending down.

“I love you to the moon and beyond!” Derek reads smiling fondly. It was Stiles’s favorite saying even though it was supposed to be a joke. He looks at the big stack of sticky notes in his hand smiling, this was way better than his idea. He finds the next one not too far away almost at the end of the walkway. He picks it up and reads it.

“This is where we first kissed and the moment I realized I loved you.”

Derek bites his lip remembering the day Stiles kissed him for the first time. How his heart was beating out of his chest and the way Stiles looked at him. He follows the instructions and heads to the woods finding a note on the tree that leads into the woods.

“I’m sorry your family is dead. I would do anything to them back to you…” Derek frowns as he reads the note confused on why the sudden change in the mood. He continues on finding more notes on more trees.

“I’m sorry you’ve struggled for so long…” Derek reads. His frown continues as he reads more notes.

“I’m sorry people say mean things when they see us in public…”

Derek starts to panic. He hurries to the next note trying to figure out what was going on.

“I’m sorry I can’t get pregnant.” the next one says. Derek adds it to his pile and heads for the last note smelling Stiles’s familiar scent.

“I’m sorry for ever making you cry.” the very last note says. He follows Stiles’s scent the notes balled in his fist. He’s interpret them later, but right now he needs to be with Stiles. When he finally reaches Stiles he pulls him into a hug breathing in his scent. Stiles giggles hugging him back.

“What’s wrong is everything alright?!” Derek asks checking for any cuts or bruises. Stiles laughs and pushes him away.

“I’m fine Derek,” Stiles says fixing his shirt. “What makes you think anything is wrong?”

“The notes.” Derek says frowning. Stiles laughs again and shakes his head.

“You’re forgetting the most important ones.” Stiles says. He points at the note on his shirt. Derek peels it off reading it.

“I can’t wait for you to be a father!” he reads. He looks at Stiles confused. Stiles gives him a smile and lifts up his shirt to reveal a small baby bump with a sticky note on it.

“A father to a beautiful, baby boy…or girl.” it says. Derek looks up his eyes wide. He drops to his knees pulling the note off Stiles tummy. He sets his ear on Stiles’s stomach listening to Stiles’s heartbeat and one more. He looks up tears pooling in his eyes.

“How far along are you?” Derek asks.

“Three months.” Stiles says running a hand through Derek’s hair.

“How did I not know?” Derek whispers. He rests his head on Stiles’s stomach again.

“I had Deaton help me hide it,” Stiles says. “I wanted it to be a surprise for you.”

“I thought-I thought that we couldn’t get pregnant.” Derek says. He kisses Stiles’s stomach listening to the small heartbeat again.

“Deaton found this spell book and I found something about pregnancies, so I figured I’d try it.” Stiles says. Derek continues to rub his stomach the tears flowing down his cheeks.

“I’m going to be a dad?” He asks shocked. Stiles laughs continuing to run his hands through Derek’s hair.

“Happy anniversary babe.” Stiles says. Derek stands up and kisses his husband with as much emotion he could pour into a kiss. This truly was the best anniversary gift a man could possible get from his spouse.

(Just a little thing I did yesterday nothing too important. There were also some baby hints in there see if you can try and find them except the last two they just give it away. There’s a couple!)

I cannot express how much Louis Tomlinson means to me, every single little thing he does for the people who loves and supports him, he just gives gives gives and gives without expecting anything in exchange. he is so selfless, caring and loving, he truly deserves the entire world.

Reactions to OUAT S6 Finale

1. “When Good and Evil both did the right thing, the Final Battle was won.”

Rumple and Emma were BOTH Saviors! They both needed to be in order to win the battle. I cannot express how much I loved this.

2. Rumple vs DarkImp/Clippy!Rumple

FINALLY!!! I have been waiting for this since season 5 (that one other time doesn’t count because Gold couldn’t see him and they weren’t in the same frame). I wish it was more involved, like the Regina / Evil Queen scenes, but I’ll take what I can get.

3. Baby Gideon

Originally posted by fairytaleasoldastime

This was the only way they could fix Rumbelle, honestly. I loved Giles in the finale, but this was beyond expected (plus, I had just said, “Wait, where did Gideon go?”).

4. Emma brought back the Happy Endings

All of them (see above). I’m happy nobody died (except Fiona, of course). This is quite possibly the best season-finale-that-could-have-been-a-series-finale that I’ve ever seen. They couldn’t have created a better contingency plan.

5. I’m excited for season 7

I loved the nostalgia, the new look on the old curse, and Adult Henry! I’m confused and intrigued by the scenes with Adult Henry and his daughter, both in the Enchanted Forest and in Boston (it was Boston, right? because parallels?). And I need to know who her mother is!

6. Mayor Fiona’s Demise

She reminded me so much of Cora more than Mayor Regina. Oh, but I’m so proud of Rumple for not trusting her. Also, her death was elegant and fitting. A nice parallel to Pan’s Underworld death. Did I mention I’m glad Rumple didn’t have to die again to save everyone? Oh, and did I mention how thrilled I am that Rumple killing the Black Fairy broke the curse??? He was a Savior after all! And he felt bad about killing her, which means (gasp!) he’s becoming a Hero!

7. Rumple got invited to the family dinner

Originally posted by midstorm

I can’t tell you how happy I was to see him there. And he looked so happy too! Also, the Last Supper set up was hilarious, but fitting for a show that’s been talking about Saviors for 6 seasons! I guess the Charmings finally got their Family Thanksgiving Dinner! Maybe it’s a new holiday celebrating the end of the Final Battle?

8. Beauty and the Beast

Originally posted by midstorm

So sweet and unexpected! (And Belle’s wearing her ring again!) I’d add a gif of their kiss if I could, but I can’t find one yet.

**Disclaimer** None of these points were in any particular order other than as they came to mind as I wrote. **

possessive pharaoh  : ahkmenrah x reader

It was a chill night at the museum and everyone was doing there own thing. A soccer match was taking place, Larry and Nick were playing fetch with Rexy and you decided to show Jed and Octavius the ins and outs of facebook with your profile as an example.

“So if you click here on photos you can ‘creep’ through pictures people have taken over the years.”

“this term creep, does not signify that I myself am a creep does it?” Octavius asked whole heartily.

You couldn’t help but giggle with how concerned he was. “No oct, doesn’t mean you are an actual creep.”

You decided to show them some pictures of your profile since they asked. A picture of you in a bikini popped up.

“woah woah woah, that’s you!” Jed said surprised.

You blushed a little nodding.

“wooo wee Ahky, you’ve got yourself one mighty fine babe!” Jed called as you noticed Ahkmenrah walking towards you three to stand behind the computer.

“tell me something I don’t know.” He smirked coming up behind you to plant a kiss on your cheek. You giggled turning away from him but immediately turned back to look into his soft eyes.

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anonymous asked:

Same. Personally playing me: a made me incredibly nostalgic for Garrus. Jaal has to be one of the healthiest relationships in bioware history insomuch that it teaches how important communication is (for one). But ... man do I miss the cocky, dorky, Right Hand Man, Garrus "no Shepard without Vakarian" Vakarian

I cannot express to you how much I love Garrus Vakarian. Seriously. 

Garrus will always hold a very special place in my heart because the relationship that developed between him and my Talia Shepard took me completely by surprise and yet it felt incredibly natural. Like that is how her story was always meant to play out.

When I finished ME1, I remember thinking it was weird that there were players who wanted to romance Garrus. I had zero interest in that. Talia was closer to Garrus than anyone else on the Normandy (except Liara) - but he was like a brother to her. That would be strange on so many levels…. not to mention that I couldn’t quite wrap my head around how physical intimacy would even work with a human and a turian. Just… no. I didn’t want to hit that. 

But then ME2 comes along and I am so damn happy to see Garrus again and get him back on my ship and I’m feeling all the “just like old times” vibes and then he starts talking about reach and flexibility and I’m all kinds of confused because do I seriously want to flirt with Garrus now?! When the hell did that happen? And the more I did, the more I was completely won over - not only by his sense of humor and the fact that he is equal parts suave and awkward, but because his romance felt like a completely natural extension of their friendship. They bonded as fellow soldiers, fighting the same fight. They decided to “blow off steam” together as kind of a stepping stone to a less platonic relationship - dipping their toes into a romance they both wanted to explore without either one of them tying the other down. And then, in the very end, there’s no question that they love each other. There don’t need to be grand gestures or proclamations. They both probably knew it long before either one of them said anything. 

And then that god damn ending broke me.

Fucking bar.

anonymous asked:

I loved your what kind of gf the third years would want. How about something like for our wonderful first years?

Anon said: Ooh what kind of girlfriend would that Karasuno first years want?

Coming right up my friends ヾ(。・ω・。) - Admin Hope   

Hinata Shoyo

  • Hinata would want a girlfriend that can get just as easily excited as he does, he wants someone who can get excited about random things with him
  • Definitely a happy go lucky type, that is super supportive of the things he wants to accomplish 
  • Wants a girlfriend that is taller than him because he feels that she will give very good cuddles that way
  • Wants a girlfriend that shows a lot of affection and isn’t afraid of pda
  • Also wants a sporty girlfriend like Daichi, yet her shape doesn’t matter she can be skinny or chubby or in the middle he just wants her to be taller
  • Her playing volleyball would be a huge plus but any sport would be good as long as he can go to some of her games and watch her play just like she does for him 

Kageyama Tobio

  • Want’s a girlfriend that is similar to the kind of girl that Asahi wants
  • Very shy and kind of reserved yet extreamly affectionate and loving toward him 
  • Kind of wants her to be in college prep classes so that she can help him with different things that he has problems with and personalize it to how she knows Kageyama is 
  • Wants a girlfriend that is patient and calm with him, and basically has no idea who he was until they met he doesn’t want her to know about the whole ‘king’ phase
  • Wants a girlfriend with long hair, he’s like Kuroo, he likes girls with longer hair, wants her to be shorter than him and preferably skinny but he isn’t that picky 
  • He ends up getting a girlfriend who is probably exactly like Oikawa and no one can convince me otherwise HA

Yachi Hitoka

  • Yachi is open to dating any kind of girl really but she would just prefer for them to be taller than she is, like I cannot express enough how much she loves tall girls also a girl with bigger breasts I mean she openly stared at Saeko’s she totally likes girls with big boobs 
  • Yet she kind of wants her girlfriend to have a personality like Hinata, aka supportive, kind, pushes people to be their best and to do things that they know will be good for them exc. 
  • Wants a more feminine girlfriend, she wants to be able to go shopping together and go to the stationary store together and buy each other really cute things
  • Yachi wants a girlfriend that is into pda, Yachi is super shy but if her girlfriend is the one to lead on things first Yachi will more and likely follow soon after
  • Wants a girlfriend that is jumpy and easily excited, Yachi totally has the potential to get like that if others around her are like that tanaka, noya, hinata come on they are like her best friends and she loves them
  • Wants an artistic girlfriend but one that is more of a writer and drawer/journaler 

Yamaguchi Tadashi

  • Wants a short girlfriend size wise, he really likes short girls also wants his girlfriend to be chubby because he will blow sooo many raspberries on her tummy you cant convince me otherwise
  • Wants a bit of a sassy girlfriend, I mean Tadashi can get mean and sassy as well, like all that time he spends with Kei?? how can he not pick up some habits
  • Wants a girlfriend that is open for debates and her views sometimes contradict his own, not saying that he wants to get into fights but friendly debates are always good 
  • Wants a feminine girlfriend but also one that plays sports and can be just as equally lazy 
  • Kind of wants a shit talking girlfriend, because Yamaguchi also talks a lot of shit
  • Wants a girlfriend with glasses so he can take them, just like he does with Kei’s glasses

Tsukishima Kei

  • Tsukishima, as much as he doesn’t want to admit it loves almost all kinds of girls, I know he may seem all bitchy and stoic but like come on can you not see Kei with a very feminine girlfriend who never stops asking him questions and gets super excited just like Hinata does?? because I sure as hell can and he would love her so much
  • Almost every girl is going to be at least a little bit shorter than he is so I think he would want a girlfriend who could be just as equally as sassy back to him 
  • Wants a girlfriend that will poke fun at him and tease him, yet also put him in his place bc apparently he doesn’t get that enough with Tadashi
  • Kind of wants a really nerdy girlfriend, preferably one that watches anime so he can make fun of her for it
  • While Kei is a lot of book smarts he’d want a girlfriend who is street smart and relies on her emotions on what to do in situations because I feel like Kei kind of lacks that
  • Wants a girlfriend that is good at baking so she can make him sweets

anonymous asked:

Hello, can I request HC with RFA+ V and Saeran about MC, who's really cute and all sunshine and rainbows, but when someone would try to badly hurt her s/o she'd go mad and in rage she'd almost beat the guy to death before pulling her out. Bonus if MC is boxing champion. If this ask is too strange, feel free to skip it. I just want to see another side of MC. Have a good day~

This is such a great request anon! I love the idea of a strong MC, like we need more otome games like this! But seriously I got really into these and made some of them with feels! Anyway, I hope that you enjoy!! :3 

Note: There is violence and some crude name calling in this request so if that is something that makes you uncomfortable or is triggering in any way please skip this one!


  • One day you and Yoosung went to the video game store and you watched happily as he was looking to buy a new game
  • It was all fine and good until you noticed one of Yoosung’s classmates walk over
  • He started insulting Yoosung, telling him that the reason why his grades were so poor was because all he did was play games
  • Then he had the nerve to call say that Yoosung was an idiot who would be forever lonely because all he did was play games
  • Something inside of you snapped and you punched the jerk straight in the nose
  • The guy tried to keep his balance but you gave him a swift kick in the stomach, knocking him to the floor -
  • You proceeded to punch and kick the guy, yelling to him how perfect Yoosung was and you would’ve beaten this guy to death if Yoosung hadn’t pulled you off of him
  • He dragged you out of the store and took you straight home to check to see if you were injured
  • When he made sure that you were unharmed, Yoosung hugged you tightly, in tears as he said that no one has ever stood up for him like that before and that he was so grateful to you
  • You hugged him back tightly and calmed him down, making a mental note to find out any other of his classmates who were bothering him and make them pay
  • “Thank you so much MC! But I’m going to get stronger too so that we can always protect each other!”


  • You and Zen decided to go out on a date to a local cafe
  • Zen wore sunglasses to try and conceal his identity since he truly just wanted to spend the day with only you
  • The sun was setting so it was getting tough for Zen to see with his sunglasses on so he took them off
  • The two of you were happily chatting at an outdoor table when a man comes up and scoffs in Zen’s direction
  • He started calling Zen an ugly, talent less actor who doesn’t deserve any of the limelight
  • Zen stood up to meet the man’s height, glaring at him but before Zen could respond, the man pushed Zen against a wall
  • Big mistake
  • You shot up from your seat and kicked the man’s shin
  • He yelled in pain but you didn’t stop there, you shoved the man into the wall, almost cracking his head open telling him that if he ever said anything rude about Zen again, you would split his skull open
  • Zen stood there, his eyes wide but a sense of pride filled within him
  • On the walk home, Zen asked where you learned self-defense like that and you explained that you use to take boxing classes
  • Zen sighed in relief, and gave you a quick kiss as he took your hand and led you back home
  • “I’m so relieved that you can take care of yourself if I’m not around MC. You’re like my own personal knight in shining armor!”


  • Jaehee had finally agreed to letting herself have a day off to spend time with you
  • The two of you decided to go to the mall to pick up some new clothing and just to generally relax
  • While at one of the clothing stores, you dragged Jaehee to the lingerie section, jokingly holding up garments to yourself making ridiculous ‘sexy’ poses
  • Jaehee laughed and held one up to herself, making you laugh
  • You and Jaehee didn’t notice the creeper guy walking past the two of you
  • He snickered and catcalled Jaehee, telling her that she should wear the piece of lingerie she was holding in front of her for him
  • Jaehee was about to give the perv a piece of her mind but you were quicker
  • You grabbed the man’s shoulders and kneed him in the crotch, making him howl in pain and fall to the floor
  • But you weren’t done yet, you grabbed the man’s head and started to repeatedly punch him, saying that if he ever dared to say anything like that to your girlfriend again, you would kill him
  • Some of the other people in the clothing store started to notice so Jaehee had to pry you off of the man and left the store
  • Jaehee kept telling you over and over again how dangerously you acted but at the end of her lecture, she hugged you and whispered a thank you
  • “No one has ever stood up for me like that before, thank you MC. Just please be more careful next time!”


  • Going out on dates with Jumin were always be somewhat challenging
  • He always wanted to go to some extravagant venue with a ton of security guards but you finally convinced him to go on a normal date with you
  • You decided to take him for a causal stroll in the park, holding hands and Jumin attempting to make some jokes
  • You laughed at them, even though they weren’t very funny, and the date was a lot of fun until some man who looked shady came up to you and Jumin
  • The man grabbed Jumin’s collar, demanding that he give some money since he knew that Jumin was a snobby, spoiled rich man who didn’t deserve the money that he had
  • Jumin was about to call the security guards but you were too fast
  • You grabbed the man’s arm and shoulder threw him, kicking him in the face before he hit the ground
  • The man groaned in pain and tried to stand up but you took hold of his arm again and slammed him into a tree telling him how he could rot in hell since Jumin was an amazing person
  • Once the security guards came, Jumin had to use all of his strength to get you off of the man
  • You apologized to Jumin, telling him that you may have gone a little overboard since you learned it from when you took some intensive boxing lessons
  • But Jumin simply smiled and held onto your hand tightly as he thanked you for holding the man off until the security guards came
  • “That was quite impressive MC. You’re going to have to show me how to do that so I’ll be able to protect you myself.”


  • You and Seven were going out on a late night snack run since his supply of Honey Buddha Chips were running dangerously low
  • Anythime you spend with Seven is a fun time and tonight was no exception
  • Seven was sitting in the shopping cart yelling about how much he loved Honey Buddha Chips while you were running around the aisle pushing him
  • The two of you were kicked out of the store but it didn’t matter to either one of you so you both laughed as you exited the store
  • As the two of you were walking home, a tall man in a business suit looked Seven straight in the eyes saying “Saeyoung Choi. You’re coming with me.”
  • Seven had a look of utter fear in his eyes as he couldn’t move a muscle as he immediatly knew who the man was working for
  • The man roughly grabbed Seven’s arm and shoved him into a wall, effectively making his head start to bleed
  • No way anyone was going to hurt your man
  • You ripped Seven from the man’s grip and headbutted the man to the ground
  • The man tried to grab you but you were too fast and took his arm instead, twisting his bone and snapping it then punching the man in the head, making him unconscious
  • Seven finally got out of his daze and pulled you away from the man before you could do any further harm and ran back to the bunker
  • He pulled you inside and squeezed you with a hug, explaining that the man was one of his father’s men and that he was probably sent to either take him away or kill him
  • Seven thanked you over and over again, peppering you with kisses telling you how much he loved you and if it weren’t for you, he’d be dead
  • “I’m so sorry that I wasn’t the one to protect you MC. I’ll make sure that the two of us live a happy and safe life, no matter what.”


  • You and V always made time in your schedules to have a date night at least once a week
  • They were usually simply dates, but they were always fun since you got to spend time with V
  • The two of you were walking home from an art museum, a place where V wanted to take you for a while and finally had the chance
  • Neither one of you had realized how late it had become so you made sure to hold onto V’s hand tightly so he wouldn’t separate from you
  • The minute you looked away, a man from the museum, who hated V’s art and called him and his work trash, came up from behind V and took his walking stick and threw it across the sidewalk
  • V was about to calmly go retrieve his walking stick until you went in front of him and punched the man’s jaw as hard as you could
  • The man staggered back but you weren’t through with him yet, you kicked the man against a wall and punched him again in the stomach
  • When V grabbed his walking stick, he ran back over to you and got you off of the man before you killed him as he heard you yell to the man that if you ever messed with V again, you would put him in a hospital for the rest of his life
  • V, being the gentle soul that he is, wanted to call an ambulance for the man but you refused, saying that it was good enough that you only beat him up and not killed him
  • He was still incredibly thankful and held on closely to you for the rest of the walk home and cuddled with you hardcore that night
  • “You really are my guardian angel MC. Words cannot express my gratitude or how much I love you.”


  • It was an extremely warm day so you and Saeran decided to go to the ice cream shop to try and cool down some
  • The way Saeran’s eyes lit up when he was choosing what flavor of ice cream he was going to get made your heart melt
  • When he finally chose his ice cream, the two of you went to a nearby bench to enjoy your treats and chat
  • Saeran was still uncomfortable with his body and always wore a long sleeve shirt or a hoodie to hide his scars
  • But it was becoming increasingly hot so you convinced Saeran to take off his hoodie or else he would get a heat stroke
  • He hesitantly took it off, instantly feeling cooler since he had a tank top on underneath and with your reassurance, he relaxed
  • That is until some douche bag passed the two of you, saying how creepy Saeran’s tattoo was and all of his faded scars were just for show
  • Saeran wanted to scream, cry, and kill the guy all at once but before he could do any of that, you bolted from your seat and punched the man’s jaw making him fall back
  • But you weren’t finished yet, you picked the man up only to kick him in his neck followed by his crotch, wanting him to feel as much pain as possible
  • Saeran didn’t want you to get hurt so he pulled you off of the man, mumbling that they should just go home since he didn’t want you becoming a murderer
  • On the way back home, you kept telling Saeran how much you loved him and how his scars didn’t define him, that he truly was a wonderful person
  • When the two of you got home, Saeran wrapped his arms around you, crying as he told you how he genuinely appreciated what you did for him and how much he loved you
  • “MC… I love you so much, thank you. I promise to protect you because you’re my everything and losing you would be like losing myself.”

so yesterday was “speak your language day” and i was thinking that i might do a little something on some of our (my) favourite bbys speaking in their language to their loved ones

i actually meant to put up a portuguese version of this but chickened out lol anyway here goes (warning, slightly long post ahead)

how about zevran at your ear, repeating in antivan what he has whispered in the ears of countless bed mates before, a string of sweet nothings whispered with a breathless voice and loving eyes, words that for the first time he actually means

or leliana, softly singing an old orlesian lullaby for your ears only, soft words of affection and warmth and bliss as the two of you dance in your little cottage by the sea, a happy ending you both earned after an eternity of suffering

iron bull surprising himself by looking at his kadan and thinking of qunlat words that he never thought could have meanings of love and yet as he looks into your eyes everything just fits, everything fits in a way he knows would never have worked under the qun and this is just one more of the reasons he has no regrets leaving that life behind

solas, observing his vhenan from afar through your dreams, whispering everything he wishes he could say to you, soft elvish words as he can feel the dawn approaching and everything hurts because he knows it means you will wake soon and he’ll have to leave, the reminder that there is always the next night a small comfort against what he truly wants

fenris, looking down at your sleeping form beside him, thinking of everything that has led him up to this moment and deciding that perhaps it was worth it, after all, and he thanks the maker or whoever is out there with soft words in tevene, a language so associated with pain before you came into his life but now strangely blissful

isabela remembering soft rivaini words as she looks at you, words her mother used to tell her before it all went wrong and she knows that she shouldn’t think about it, but looking at you she thinks that perhaps it’s time they receive a new meaning and she knows that there could be no better one than the way your beautiful eyes gaze straight back at her

sten had never in his wildest dreams imagined that he would fall in love with anyone and yet here you are. he doesn’t know how to express all these strange thoughts aloud in the common tongue, not quite sure he’d dare to if he did, and yet he longs for you to understand everything his mouth cannot say out loud by looking into his eyes and seeing all these new, wonderful feelings laid bare before you

Seeing Daehwi tear up after sitting in his 4th place chair honestly broke me. This boy has been through so much during this season, and when he realised that people are starting to love him and vote for him he became overwhelmed. 

Daehwi received hate and accusations about him being gay, transgender and many other things just because he expresses himself in a certain way. He is a 16 year old boy! Daehwi started believing that he isn’t good enough, he stopped smiling as much, he stopped expressing his emotions, because he was scared people would judge him and hate him. 

He left his parents and risked everything to become an idol. A 16 year old came back from America to follow his dreams and to make his parents proud. When he got 4th, I was over the moon, and I cannot begin to imagine how Daehwi felt. I love this boy so much and he does not deserve any of the hate he received. He is a talented, funny, pretty boy who deserves love from everyone. 

anonymous asked:

Hello! I was hoping to take advantage of you being awesome and offering to take sidgeno drabble prompts, if that's cool? I was thinking like, something about sid's sleeptalking habit (AKA when he shamelessly gushes over how hot/talented/perfect G is while he sleeps) and like flower and his road roommates are familiar with this but then Geno hears once and just like. Melts. Pls, if you wouldn't mind writing this tooth-rotting fluff, I would melt. Thank you again for your time!!! :)))))))

!!!!! ohhh my god i cannot express to you how much i love sid’s sleeptalking involved in fic alsjdfa (hit me up with sidgeno prompts y’all)

Geno, if you asked him, would say he was a connoisseur of Sidney Crosby trivia. 

Of course, no one ever asked him- but, if you did, Geno would say that. He’d say it jokingly, with a toothy grin and just enough of a wink that you’d know (think) he was kidding, but in reality, he really wasn’t. He knew a lot of things about Sid. 

Most of it just came with the territory of knowing him for any extended period of time, because Sid was an easy person to get to know, on the surface. He had predictable routines, and rituals Geno could time down to the second- and, since he’d started being involved in at least part of them, often had. He knew exactly the amount of time he needed to take getting ready and getting through his own routine to be ready just in time for his and Sid’s handshake, to make it look like he wasn’t waiting for it like some kind of eager child waiting for his crush to pass him in the hallway at school. 

(Except, that’s exactly what Geno was, and he knew it.) 

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korealchemist  asked:

Hello and how are you? I LOVE (I LITERALLY CANNOT EXPRESS HOW MUCH) your baby headcannons and was wondering if you can do them for Reinhardt and Genji? Please and thank you!

~I’ve done just about everyone with this head canon. I went a little overboard with these two.


  • Their first word was Hund, which means dog. Reinhardt had been pushing them in a stroller down the street and they’d past a shelter. Long story short, they left with not one dog but three. 
  • Overprotective Dad af. Everything in the house is baby proofed to hell. It takes him five minutes, a prayer, and the jaws of life just to open the fridge. It’s Guantanamo Bay and no one is escaping. God help him once the baby learns how to escape their crib. That was an adventure. 
  • The baby is just as affection as their father. They liked hugs and kisses from just about anyone. Reinhardt wasn’t allowed to leave the base until the kid had given literally everyone at least one hug or they’d be mopey about it all day. There was one time where they had to leave without Junkrat getting his hug. Junkrat and the kid were not happy. 
  • A really hyperactive kid. They yelled and screamed all throughout the house. Reinhardt was constantly behind them every step of the way to make sure they didn’t hurt themselves or someone else because they were strong. They once ripped the leg off a chair with their bare hands and Reinhardt just watched on, amazed, upset, and impressed. He could only blame himself. Still, he wouldn’t change them for the world. 
  • As a toddler, they loved riding on Reinhardt’s shoulders. In fact, they loved being high up in general. As they got older, they climbed on the roof and in trees if Reinhardt wasn’t watching carefully enough. He almost had a heart attack the first time they fell out of a tree. He wouldn’t stop crying until Angela told him they were okay. 
  • The kid found one of Reinhardt’s old hammers in a closet and started playing with it one day. They learned a bunch of tricks from watching their father train on the base. When they got old enough and strong enough, they pulled Reinhardt aside and showed him what they learned. He saw himself in them as they swung the hammer and they hadn’t even gotten halfway through their moves before he burst into tears. He loves them and they make him more proud every day. 


  • Their first word was in English. Hanzo had been holding them while Genji did something in another room. He’d told the baby how much he loved them and how much he wouldn’t fail them like he had Genji and the baby reached up and said “Love” (though it sounded more like ‘wuv’) while touching his face. Genji came into the room to find his brother crying while the baby just kept repeating it. He took a picture. 
  • As a baby they were clingy. They were either in Genji’s lap, Hanzo’s lap, or floating around in Zenyatta’s lap. Genji loved to cuddle with them and sleep with them on his chest. He could feel their little heartbeat against his. 
  • His kid actually helped him get rid of what little insecurities about his body he had left. He always perked up when his kid bragged about how their daddy was a cyborg ninja. They wanted to be just like him when they got older and he couldn’t even express how much that made him happy. 
  • The Fun Dad™ Is there a new internet trend? He knows about it. Is there a party coming up that his kid wants to go to? He’s okay with it if they’re safe. There will be no daddy issues in this household. He’s got everything on lock. This kid will know they’re loved or he’ll die trying to prove it to them. 
  • Genji knows that’s he’s getting his payback when the kid hits their teen years. I’m talking Angst™, I’m talking Teenage Rebellion™. The first time the kid dyes their hair some wild color, he sulks for 20 minutes while Hanzo has to go into another room to laugh.
  • The first time the kid released their dragon was a complete accident that destroyed a tree in their front yard. They thought Genji would be upset about it but he just couldn’t stop hugging them as the grass caught fire. 

(Requests are open!!)

Via SNS [Part 1]

Kim Yugyeom x Reader

Word Count: 2246

Genre: Fluff

Part 2 

“Oh Yugyeom loves Y/N. He is obsessed with her,” Jinyoung teased. A shy smile pulled at Yugyeom’s lips and his ears tinged red with embarrassment.

“No, I am not,” he whined cutely, in your opinion.

“Come on. Yes you are,” Jinyoung continued.

“She is my favorite artist. I will leave it at that,” Yugyeom said, trying to drop the conversation.

That is when Jackson butted in and said, “We all know that she is your ideal type so don’t even deny it.”

The beginning of the friendship between you and Yugyeom was a strange one. It all started when you received a tidal wave of mentions on Twitter and thousands of comments on Instagram all about this guy named Yugyeom. The comments consisted of oh my god! yugyeom @yu_gyeom loves you! follow him please! and @yu_geom says you are his favorite artist!! two worlds colliding! both of you are my favorites!!!! love you guys!! <3 :0. After days and days of receiving these comments you finally decided to check out who this Yugyeom kid was. So, the first thing you did was browse through his Instagram account. “Wow, this man is seriously good looking,” you thought to yourself as you scrolled through the dozens of selfies he had posted. After reading some of the captions to his posts you gathered that Yugyeom was part of some boy group called Got7.

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Life or Death (Vamp!Hamilton x Male! Reader)

Words: 3800+

Request: Vampire Hamilton x Male!Reader

Warnings: forced courting, blood, 

A/N: hi, i got carried away, but here you go. enjoy me being extra without any spell check because im too lazy

Part 2

Hamilton wiped the corner of his lips, and placed his thumb in his mouth, licking the rest of the stray plasma off. He looked at the young woman on the ground, and grinned at the color leaving her body. He threw her over his shoulder, trying to find a spot to hide the body. He looked at the burning candles outside homes, enticing him to go and check to see what’s wrong. Instead, he forced his eyes away, searching for an open field. He spotted on, and ran, quickly making it there in a few seconds. He dug through the mulch with his bare hands, and threw the woman in the hole.

“You know, miss, your blood was quite bitter. Have you been drinking?” He said to the body, waiting for a response he was sure was not coming. He sighed, running his hands through his brown hair. “Will you not answer me? Fine, I will answer for you. Yes, you have, and yes, you should have listened to your father and stayed home tonight. It is a shame, you were a beautiful one.” He began kicking the dirt into the cavity, watching it cover her now blue cheeks.

“Too bad you were naïve. That is rather unattractive, you know. Men like a woman with intelligence.” He paused, “well, for certain some sort of reasonable thinking. Can’t have your partner running off with another, right?” He fully covered her body, and reached down, patting the dirt flat. “I am puzzled, though. You told me that someone was waiting for you at home. Yes, I was paying attention. Your screams are distracting, but I could tell what you were thinking. Now that, that was fascinating.”

There was yelling behind him, and he stood up, looking at torches approaching the field. He sighed, rubbing his face. “See, I told you to stop yelling. Now I must deal with townspeople chasing after me. What a shame.” Hamilton began to run, glancing back once at the bumpy dirt.

“Well, that is not inconspicuous at all.”


You cursed, spilling your ink jar on your work. “For the life of me, I cannot understand why my limbs are so ungainly.” You mumbled, reaching for an ink-stained towel that you kept next to you in your study. You pressed it on the table, waiting for the ink to seep into it. You heard your door open, and turned around, seeing your mother standing there.

“Good morning, mother. How are you?” She smiled, walking in. She placed a kiss on the top of your head, looking at the table.

 “I am well. But it seems like you are having an interesting morning. What have I told you about spilling the ink, Y/N? We cannot afford to continue to buy you one every fortnight. Please be careful son.”

“I know, but my arms seem to fling out whenever I come up with a new idea.” You looked at the piles of paper on your desk, then looking back at your mother. “I have not slept in a few days.” She frowned, hitting the top of your head with a rolled-up newspaper. You winced, leaning away from her.

“I will hit you once more if I see that you have not had a day’s rest. But for now, I have someone here for you.” She wiggled her eyebrows, and you groaned, placing your head on the desk. “Y/N, what are you doing? Did you forget about the ink?” You quickly picked your head up, and touched your forehead. You stared at your fingers, seeing the black.

You were such an imbecile.

“How am I supposed to show this young woman her suitor when you have a mark in the middle of your forehead?” She placed her fingers on her temple, rubbing it in circle motions. “You are going to be the death of me.” You grinned, jumping up from your chair. She widened her eyes at your quick movements, and you kissed her cheek, running your hands through your hair.

“This is the perfect ensemble for a courtship. I will meet with her promptly.” Before your mother could grab your arm, you were already out your door, sliding on the rail to get down the staircase quicker. Your momentum was too fast, and you immediately landed face down, the hardwood floor probably bruising your cheeks. “Perfect.” You whispered, satisfied with your decision.

You told your parents countless times that you would find love on your own. But they continued to insist that you court an eligible woman, someone who would carry the title of yours well. Of course, you could care less about how much money your partner would have, but they cared.

They cared immensely.

Since you could not convince them of your views, you made sure to meet your suitors with the worst manners and personality, making sure they would hate you to your core. And so far, it had been working well.

You walked into the parlor, a little wobbly. You saw the woman sitting there, wearing the finest silks and jewelry. You rolled your eyes at the attire, clearing your throat. She turned around, her gaze meeting yours. “Hi, miss,” You said, holding out your hand, “I am Y/N. A pleasure to be of acquaintance.” She placed her hand in yours, and you kissed it lightly. She took her hand out of yours immediately. You could tell she was disgusted at your outfit, and your stomach swelled with glee.

Step one: complete.

“Um, sir, do you need more time to get dressed? I can wait here.” She said, a sweet smile on her face. You felt guilty for treating her this way, but it needed to be done. You needed to teach your parents about how you felt.  

“Is there something wrong with my attire?” You glanced down at your clothes innocently, looking back at her. She shook her head.

“Ah, no, sir. You look handsome.” This time, she did not smile. “Would you like to dine here? My father has caterers that are on their way.”

“Well, Miss…” You waited for her name, and she blushed, looking at the ground.

“Oh, I apologize. I am Anna Vermont.” She said, smiling at you. You nodded.

“Yes, Anna. I was thinking that we should go to a nearby park. It would get us to connect more, without the stares of our parents. Do you agree?” She hesitated, and you heard stomping behind you. Fingers dug into the skin of your arm, and you looked down, seeing the anger on your mother’s face. You smiled at her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

She looked at you, fuming.

If this woman was not here, she would have killed you.

“I am sorry, Anna, but my son has not slept well in the last few nights, and he needs some rest. Do you mind if we postpone this visit for another time?” Anna nodded quickly, gathering her things off the furniture. She looked too eager to go, and you knew you were never going to see her again.

You grinned.

Mission accomplished.

“Yes, that would be best. Y/N, nice to meet you. I will see you soon.” She curtsied to the two of you, and you walked her to the door. Once the two of you were outside on the porch, she turned to you, a sneer on her face. “What a poor excuse for a man. You do not even know how to greet a lady properly. I am sorry for the maiden who seeks your hand in marriage.” You raised your eyebrow.

That was a quick change in personality.

“Sure, Anna. I hope you can find a man who tolerates a gossiping woman. I heard that you were spotted at a brothel recently. Do you have an excuse for being there?” You said, grinning.

“Excuse me, sir, but doesn’t that seem-“

“Have a wonderful day, Anna. I hope to never see you near me again.” You shut the door in her face, turning to see your livid mother standing there, her arms crossed over her chest. You gave her a cheesy grin, and she hit you with the same piece of paper. You pouted, holding your face. “Mother, you are going to damage this handsome face. Then no one will stand to look at me.”

“I cannot stand to look at you right now, Y/N. How dare you speak to that woman in such a manner? I know your father raised you better than that.” She said, “Do you not want to have a wife? Do you not want to have children, to pass the family name down? Is this why you are so troublesome?”

There was a multitude of questions thrown at you, and you frowned. “Mother, you know why I refuse to meet with these women. I want to fall in love on my own, and I cannot do that with a lady who enters the house to just collect my money and live a life of luxury. I want someone who cares about me, who wants to sit outside and gaze at the stars at night. Someone who loves this clumsy man, who would give up the world to be by my side. Is that too much to ask for? For someone to love me for who I am?” You questioned, and her stern expression relaxed, and she placed her hands back to her sides.

“Love is such a childish emotion, Y/N. You should live in the real world. I did not marry your father because I loved him, I married him because he was the one my parents wanted me to marry. And I grew to love him. You can do that too.”

“How can you tell me that? How can you tell me to learn to love someone? I cannot force myself to convey an emotion.”

“Then you will never be wed.” She stated simply. “Is that what you want your life to be? Staying as an angry old man without someone to sit in a rocking chair next to you?”

She was not listening to a word you were saying. Seeing that this fight would never be won by you, you nodded slowly. “I guess I might as well sit on a pile of money and use it to wipe my a-“

“Y/N, if that word comes out of your mouth-!” You ran past her, grabbing your satchel.

“I’ll be back soon, mother.” She was able to catch you this time, and she reached into her pocket, taking out a small glass bottle.

“Here, just in case you run into a vampire, toss salt on the ground. They will unable to resist counting each one.” You shook your head at her superstitious nature, but took the bottle anyway, tucking in in your front pocket. “I’m serious, Y/N. A woman was killed yesterday-”

“See you later. I’ll be home a few hours after nightfall.” She sighed.

“Be safe, my son. I’ll be waiting for you to get home.” She kissed your cheek, squeezing your hand. You did the same, running out the door.


Hamilton paced the sidewalks, looking at the groups of people walking down the blocks. He had his hands tucked in his slacks, scanning the crowd for his next victim. As he was distracted, a hard force hit the side of him. He stiffened, freezing in his spot. He looked to his side, seeing a man on the ground. He raised his eyebrow at the mark on his forehead. Why would anyone leave their house in such condition?

The man on the ground moaned, holding his head. He was lying back, staring at the sky. Hamilton stared at him. Why did he not get up yet?

After a few moments, the man struggled to get up, with no help from Hamilton. He jumped once, looking at Hamilton. He gave Hamilton a crooked smile, his hair a mess. “Sorry, I was distracted and I was running. Such a bad combination, don’t you agree?” The man said, rubbing the side of his head.

Hamilton stared at him, silent. There were many thoughts running through his mind, most filled with his need for the substance pumping in this man’s veins. The man’s scent was different from others, much sweeter and mouthwatering. The man coughed, noticing Hamilton’s gaze on his neck.

He found his next victim.

Hamilton smiled, holding out his hand.


“Alexander Hamilton. A pleasure to meet you.” The brown-haired man said, his eyes crinkling. You looked at the outstretched hand. Now he offered his hand to you?

You took it nonetheless, shaking it once. “Nice name. Very strong and masculine. Mine’s Y/N, my mother gave it to me.” You said, immediately regretting it. Goodness, your mother was right: talking and writing words were two very distinct things.

The man’s smile never left his face, and you could not help but notice how attractive he was. His face was well-structured, and his hands were soft. You blushed at the very crude images forming in your head. You tightened your eyes, forcing them out of your brain. You stared at the man. There was something off about him, especially the smile that has not left his face for the past minute or so.

You shrugged off your doubts, nodding at the man once. It was getting dark outside, and you needed to be home before your mother sent out search parties for you. “Well, I better be on my way. It is getting quite late, and I need to be home.”

Hamilton’s smile never left, but it turned into a smirk. “Ah, is your wife waiting?” He asked, and you noticed an edge to the statement. You shook your head at him, slowly walking forward.

“I’m not married, um, Alexander. And I only wish to be married to someone I love, not someone who is forced to marry me. How about you?” You asked, noticing that he began walking next to you. You tensed up.

“I was married, once. Her name was Eliza Schuyler. She died recently.” He said, leaking out some emotion with that statement. His face dropped when he said her name, but he shook out of it instantly, looking back at you. “It was a murder, someone killed her.” His fists tightened. “They staked her because they believed she was a vampire. How idiotic.”

You did not realize the way this conversation was going, and you regretted asking him about himself. Vampires? He sounded like your mother. It was not that he was not an interesting person, you just felt like you should run in the other direction. The street was empty, the two of you walking alone.

“I am sorry for your loss. Please send my condolences to you and yours. I better be on my way, Alexander. Nice to meet you.” You began jogging. After a few moments, you glanced back, noticing that he disappeared from the street. “Hmm, where did he go that fast?” You turned back, bumping into a man once more.

You face was throbbing, and you knew you would have bruises all over your body by tomorrow. You looked up from the ground, seeing Alexander in front of you. Your heart dropped.

Was he not just behind you? How did he get there so quickly?

“Ahh, Y/N. You did not let me finish my story. How can you leave before that?” His irises were pitch black, and you widened your eyes. What this man on some sort of substance? Was he sick?

“Are you okay, Alexander? You look pale and your eyes are dark. Would you like me to walk with you to the nearest hospital?” The smile on his face dropped, and his gaze flicked between your eyes, confusion on his face.

“I am fine. You should be concerned for yourself right now.” He grinned, showing sharp incisors protruding from his lips. You scrambled back, now terrified. You struggled to get off the ground, but finally did, hopping onto your feet. He walked slowly towards you, his hands behind his back. “You are a really interesting fellow, Mr. Y/N. Why aren’t you running? You know, the chase is always fun.” He winked at you, and you could have sworn you almost urinated.


“Um, hey! Officer!” You yelled, looking behind Hamilton. Hamilton whipped his head around, and you ran full speed, almost tripping over your own feet.


Hamilton turned back, seeing that the man was already a few hundred feet ahead of him. He grinned, licking his lips. He crouched down on the ground, touching the place where your blood dripped off a scratch. He rubbed it between his pinky and thumb, looking up at your retreating figure. He sniffed it once, then licked his digits, standing back up.

This will be fun. He thought.


You were panting, unable to run any further. You cursed at your body, looking for anywhere to hide. You noticed a pub that was open, and dragged yourself over. Before you could open the door, the ponytailed man stood in front of you, his arms crossed against his chest.

“You are a runner? Have you ran away from vampires before?”

You suddenly remembered the salt in your pocket, and took it out, throwing it on the ground. He widened his eyes, looking at you.

“Oh no. You sick human, you-“ He crouched down, unable to resist counting the grains of salt. You smiled, and you heard a chuckle come out of the man on the ground. He stood back up slowly, raising his eyebrow at you. “That is just folklore, my friend. And by the way, that makes no sense. Why would my weakness be salt? Did you try to bring garlic too? What about iron, do you have that in your bag?”

Even though you were in a life-or-death situation, you could not help the tone that came out of your mouth. “You are a really terrible being. Why are you so pompous? Are you going to kill me already? Because your talking might kill me instead.” Hamilton grabbed you by the neck, pulling you behind the cottage. He held you against the wall, the whites of his eyes now completely black. This time, you took him seriously, shivering.

He glanced down at your neck, and touched it softly. He gave you a sideways grin, his eyes still trained on your pulsing vein. “You know, you have the sweetest smelling blood. As long as I have been on this Earth, I have never smelled anything like yours.” His face moved closer to your neck, and he sniffed, licking the skin.

You shivered, and definitely felt some warm liquid come. Hold yourself together. You thought.

Hamilton laughed, moving away from your neck. “You know, I think I like you.”

“What are you even saying?” You said, and he tightened his hold on your neck, and you clawed at his hand, trying to pull him off. “Stop, Hamilton. You’re better than this.” You gasped through breaths. He stopped grinning, looking at you.

“I’m sorry, have you met me before? Were we acquaintances in a former life? I’m sure I would have remembered your face.” He stated.

“It does not matter if I met you or no-“ You coughed, your head becoming dizzy. You felt his grip on you loosen, and you took a deep breath. “Thank you.” You mumbled, looking at him. The dark color in his eyes was lowered, but he still had some left. You were amazed at what he could do.

Is this a dream?

“Do not thank me, Y/N. Tell me what you were going to say. I want to know before I end your life.” He said, glaring at you. You chortled, rolling your eyes at him. He frowned. “What is so funny?”

“You. You are trying to act like this robust, threatening figure, but you are not. I can see through you.” He slammed you against the wall once, but you continued talking. “You are lonely. Even the slightest affection towards you scares you, because you have never felt that before. Everyone in your life has hated you.” He held both of his hands around your neck, his hold still the same as before.

“Shut up.” He hissed, the black slowly leaving. You were unceasing, talking again.

“I could see it when I questioned if you were alright. You immediately jumped on that sentence, it puzzling you. You need someone to care about you, and for a second, you thought it was me.”

“Stop.” He grumbled, his hold loosening. You were glad that this speech was distracting him. His fangs were still there, peeking out from his top lip.

“If you wanted me to stop, you would have killed me a long time ago. Isn’t that right-“ His teeth sunk into your neck, piercing the delicate skin. You attempted to scream, but he covered your mouth with his hand, muffling the yelling. You were going cross-eyed, you barely able to keep them open. Your hands grew limp on their sides, and he wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you closer towards him. Before you passed out, you whispered one last thing.

“There is someone out there who cares about you. You just need to find t-“ Your voice faded, and your head tilted to the side.


Hamilton retracted his lips from your neck, looking at your pale figure. He widened his eyes, feeling something leak out of them. He touched his eyeball, and squinted at the substance.

What was this? He rolled the liquid around, and tasted it. He frowned. Tears?

You were unconscious. Hamilton did not kill you, but he drained enough blood from you to keep you alive longer. He picked you up, carrying your body bridal style. As he walked towards the town, he examined your face. You were a handsome man, no doubt about that. But you were strange as well, the ink staining your forehead, and your clothes looked like you’ve slept in them. He found a bench, and laid you across, sitting down next to your head.

As he looked at your ragged breathing from the rising and falling of your chest, he wondered what it would be like to hug you. To touch you. You were kind, even when you thought you were going to die.

He snickered, running his hands through his hair. What have you done to him? He never saved anyone, always killed his victims.

But you, you were different.

You were funny, you were intelligent (to an extent, of course), you were friendly, and you listened to him when no one else would. And you were right.

Hamilton was lonely.

He stood up, placing your satchel under your head and pulling up your collar to cover the bite mark on your neck. It would disappear in a few minutes, but he had to make sure no one saw it until then.

He took one last look at you, and then walked away, disappearing into the night.

WHOA !! 

OKAY idk how there’s 400+ of you following this blog ( which tbh was a saved url ) became something MUCH , MUCH more !! i cannot express how much this means to me , as a first - timer in the roleplay community , i feel so LOVED&&SUPPORTED , this past month in the start of APRIL , i was certain that Eui-Tae wouldn’t be accepted , yet, you guys with kind hearts OPENED up and I cannot express how gracious I am . I don’t even know what to say !! i’m so thankful for all of you , and even if we interacted / not interacted , i’ll still hold you all so dearly , truly …  I’M TOUCHED ! anyways , onto the BIAS LIST first ! ( of course , it’s not in order ! )

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