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kitsuneoftheorganization  asked:

Omg. I love your writing! So how would the rfa +v and Saeran bae cuddle? Like who loves their head to be pet n such :3

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

thank you thank you! and for requesting something ;) you’re actually the first person to! i hope this is what you wanted and that you enjoy!

♡ hella ok to send in requests! ♡


  • Couch cuddles are the best
  • The bed is okay too, but he moves around a lot and’ll probably kick you in the face
  • Watching a favorite movie (probs romance b/c he likes that cheesy stuff)
  • You’d definitely reach an arm over behind him and pull his head down
  • N kiss him on the forehead
  • “MC! Why’d you do thaaaaat….I’m supposed to be the one doing that!” he pouts
  • “What? You don’t like my kisses or something??” You feign hurt
  • “WhaT NO NO NO bby”
  • Panics that he’s hurt your feelings
  • Sometimes you mess with him and act upset
  • He gets more upset
  • “Shhhhhh babu…” pet him
  • Stroke his hair
  • backSTROKE
  • Lisa would try to get in between you each time


  • He’s got that manly deal
  • Sometimes you wonder if he’s actually really fragile about it
  • When ya’ll are asleep, you’ll scoot away from him a lot
  • Will pull you back and on top of him
  • Zen death squeeze™
  • During the day, he’d always have an arm wrapped around your middle
  • Shows you off to ppl
  • Yea but then ppl actually look
  • Then he will shield you from the ppls
  • “Zen stahp pls let me breath!”
  • “OK, Prince/ss I think it’s time to go home now…”


  • Small spoon
  • Loves to be in your embrace
  • Rainy day cuddles are the best
  • Ya’ll gather ALL the blankets and sheets and pillows and make a cozy fort/cave
  • Snacks are a must
  • Coffee flavoured cookies??
  • Those are a thing, right?
  • Somehow you’d figure out how to have a phone/tablet be on top like one of those boxes people cut into to make the screen above them
  • Your cold feet on her back
  • “Y/NNNNN. Please. I’m trying to watch Zen!”
  • “:( Jaehee, pay attention to me :(:(“
  • Her eyes will still be glued to the screen but will snuggle in closer to you
  • Softly sings along
  • You force them into the fort with you
  • Zen will definitely sing along to his musicals
  • Jaehee won’t bc she wants to bask in his beautiful voice
  • He stops singing immediately expectantly
  • She’s shy, but when she does, you both squeal (Jaehee protection squad, duh)


  • Your head would be in the crook of his neck
  • Cuddling in bed Elizabeth the 3rd curled up on your stomach
  • He kinda gets jealous (juMIN SHE’S A CAT)
    • Elizabeth I thought we had something special
  • His arm would reach across his body and your fingers would intertwine 
  • Wants all the cuddles
  • No one cuddled him :(
  • Lowkey highkey stares at you the whole time
  • Right into your eyes
  • “Jumin?”
  • “Yes, love?”
  • “Can you please…”
  • “Please what?”
  • “Stop…huh, I forgot what I was saying….”
  • He smirks
    • He came across that one iCarly episode
    • Pls just watch it and see what I mean


  • Tickle fight
  • That’s it
  • But no
  • Maybe you think he’d be really unfocused and distracted easily
  • In actuality, it’s all about you and him just being in each other’s presence
  •  And the HBC crumbs
  • He’s soft and warm…maybe a little too warm…
  • He’s really caring
  • Puts your comfort above his own
  • “Saeyoung…are you sure you’re comfy?”
  • “Yeah, babe, just got to get situated”
    • One leg in the air, the other against some pillows, his arm underneath your body, and the other on top of you
  • “No seriously, how are you comfortable”
  • “Defender of Justice, 707, never gives out his secrets~!”
  • When he’s working at the computer, you’ll climb into his lap so you’re facing him
  • Just lean your head against his
  • Wink seductively
  • Good shit right there


  • Likes his back being rubbed
  • Bless him
  • Facing towards each other
  • Noses touching
  • He’s kinda cold but you warm him up just fine


  • Anywhere cuddles
  • Really clingy
  • Holds your hand really tightly
  • “Saeran, please can you let go for 5 secounds? I just… I just need to wipe the sweat off…”
  • “NAh”
  • “:(“
  • Like Zen, wants to show you off but not too much
  • He’s still trying to recover, so you ask him if you can cuddle him
  • Or, when he’s ready he’ll initiate it.


Chanyeol | Cockblocked

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

@roronoaju: Can you do a scenario where Chanyeol (or Sehun) is her boyfriend and every time things get more “intense” (I mean, only kisses, not asking smut or something like that) some member from the group interrupt them?

“Wow, it’s actually clean,” you say, looking around Chanyeol and Jongin’s shared room. The entire floor is visible for once, and you haven’t seen any food wrappers or questionable bunches of used tissues. Chanyeol’s bed has even been made, which is nothing short of a miracle. You hop onto the mattress, happy to not have to worry there might be something living in the sheets.

Chanyeol laughs, sheepish. “We haven’t been around enough to make it dirty,” he says, as though the usual messiness of the room isn’t almost entirely his fault.

You’re well aware of their recent absence. The band has been off touring, doing promotions, and working themselves into the ground with practices, often only retreating to the dorm to sleep before heading off again. This is the first time you’ve been able to see Chanyeol face-to-face in a while.

You pat the spot next to you, and Chanyeol takes a seat eagerly, facing you with his legs crossed in front of him.

“I’ve really missed you,” he says, sounding a little anxious. Like he’s confessing to you for the first time again, gaze steady and earnest but still shy.

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anonymous asked:

Hello!!i was wondering if you dont mind, could you do a mystic messenger headcannon with mc being super athletic?? Like works out everday, has abs and a super good butt (👌👌) has a ton of workout clothes and running shoes?? thank you so much 😆

Depression’s  kicking me in the ass but mysme makes me happy so.. Hope you like!!

<<requests are open>>


  • A new chatroom has opened: MC HAS GONE MISSING
  • Yoosung awoke to find you gone and promptly went to the chat to share the news
  • Saeyoung freaks out
  • Yoosung freaks out more
  • “OK OK OK Lemme track her!”
  • MC has entered the chatroom
  • “Guys? I’m okay?? Chill”
  • “Geez MC, tell me when you leave! :(“
  • “I mean…I would have…but you were sleeping like a little baby! So cute…”
  • “MC, stop I’m a man”
  • “Don’t worry. I’m coming onto the campus right now”
  • MC has left the chatroom
  • Yoosung tackles you to the floor and peppers you in kisses
  • “whY WOULD YOU LEAVE ME????!!!”
  • “Babe I just went running…You can try it too you know.”
  • “Nooooooo I already exercise!  I surf.
  • The web”


  • You woke up at your usual 6:00 am and turned over to find Zen gone
  • Shrugging, you assume he just went to go make some coffee or something.
  • You yawn and make your way to your overnight bag, throwing on some workout clothes.
  • “Zen, babe, I’m going out for a bit?’’
  • “Looking for me?”
  • You find him leaning on the table, a smirk plastered on his face and winking
  • “You trying to be cute or something?” you laugh
  • “C’mon MC, we can go work out together. You know what they say, Couples who run together stay together.”
  • Of course you agree.
  • “Spot me, MC.”
  • He was trying to lift like 90 lbs or something
  • “Stop showing off you doof.”


  • She doesn’t really like to go out and explicitly exercise, but she enjoys it because you do
  • BUT, as a couple thing, you guys would go practice martial arts
  • “Jaehee, are you staring at my butt?”
  • “No…?” BLUSHES
  • “It’s okay, it’s all yours babe”
  • Would totally be the one under you as you did pushups


  • “Jumin, I’m going out for a bit!” you yell, tying your laces
  • “Where are you going? Should a bodyguard go with you?”
  • “Chillll. I’m just going to the gym.”
  • “MC I can’t let you do that. What if there’s a hacker or something? Besides, there’s a gym on the 3rd floor.”
  • “Let me ooout!!”
  • He laughs and hugs you from behind.
  • Fricken parkours out of his grasp and runs out the door with your gym bag
  • “Byeee Jumin! Elizabeth!”
  • This happens like every morning
  • When you come back, you’re all sweaty
  • Jumin’s got a bath ready for you
  • Sometimes you’ll both lay in the tub together and he’ll trace over your abs
  • “MC, what are these lines on your stomach?”
  • “Babe, they’re called abs”


  • “Oh you think you can work out?!”
  • “YEAH!”’
  • “Do 20 pushups with me on your back”
  • Cue meme w/knife up to cat’s face
  • “What do I get if I win? HUH?”
  • “Uh uh uh….lifetime supply of honey buddha chips!”
  • “I already do get that >:(“
  • …..
  • “Have you been stealing my food, MC?”
  • ….
  • Saeyoung sits on u
  • Damn
  • You do more than 20 thats for sure
  • “WHAAA?”
  • It becomes a competition


  • *Accompanies you to the gym*
  • “MC, you’re doin’ great!”
  • You’re like lowkey drowning in the lap pool
  • “You can’t even SEE me!”
  • “Wait I can’t hear you moving?! What happened?”
  • “I’m standing right next to you, babe.”
  • He jumped and smiled softly, handing you a towel
  • “Here, dry off and we can go eat lunch somewhere.”


  • Yeah, he really likes it
  • “MC, why do you have like 50 of the same shirt in different colors”
  • “I work out”
  • “Yes I know, but why so many”
  • “Why not? You wear the same sweater every day”
  • “Touche”
  • You guys are OUTDOOR freaks
  • Hiking every weekend
  • Dangerous things, too.
  • You introduced it to him to get more comfortable; breath a little fresh air in

fake ah crew micheoff where geoff refuses to let michael use his newly-purchased 00mogar as a getaway vehicle in a heist because “jesus fucking christ, kid, the chrome isn’t exactly subtle, police could spot that car from space”

and because michael is a little shit, he waits until geoff drinks to the point of stone-cold-won’t-wake-for-the-actual-apocalypse sleep the night before a heist and proceeds to paint his nails. and so geoff wakes up the next day and looks down at his hands and sighs deeply when he sees this:

and that’s essentially how geoff ramsey, infamous crime boss of los santos, robs a bank armed with an smg and has to snap at no fewer than three bank tellers to “stop looking at my fucking nails and put the money in the bag, for fuck’s sake”

anonymous asked:

Ok but Dad Reborn raising Fem Tsuna, braiding her hair, letting her paint his nails, wearing a bracelet she made for him, Tsuna making Leon a scarf for winter. Biromantic Fem Tsuna bringing home attractive friends and Reborn being a suspicious over protective dad. With godparents Lal and Colonello-Kes

I don’t usually like genderbends but holy shit this is TOO ADORABLE!!!

And since we’re making Tsu a girl, let’s go ahead and even the odds in his guardians:

Boys: Lambo, Mukuro, Hayato, Takeshi

Girls: Chrome (obv), Tsuna, Ryohei, Kyoya

- Hayato gets really flustered the first time he sees Tsuna in dying will mode, so the first thing he does after he accepts her as his boss is to buy her some inflammable boxer shorts and a camisole bra because that’s hella better than her in her panties and the cute frilly bras she likes to wear

- Reborn raised Tsuna to be able to kill anyone who even looks at her funny, and they’ve never really been too hung up on nudity/revealing clothes, which is why neither of them are exactly disturbed by the consequences of dying will mode. It’s a necessary step to take so that her body gets acclimated to using so much sky flames in such a short time, before she starts using hdwm.

- Students at school start calling Tsuna a slut because of her running around half-naked, and none of her guardians are having any of that. They know Tsuna can look after herself, but she shouldn’t have to all the time. They see how much it hurts her, and they don’t want anyone hurting their Donna. So they fight. And they send anyone to the hospital for so much as breathing funny around her.

- Sasagawa Ryouka is captain of the boys’ boxing team because she’s so powerful that none of the girls could give her a decent sparring match. She eventually starts a movement that ends up making all the clubs in her school (and later in all of Japan) co-ed.

- Ryouka immediately LOVES Hibari because her name is Kyoko and she has the same name as Ryouka’s little sister and obviously anyone named Kyoko has to be a good person.

- Chrome is a lot more outgoing because there are other girls in her immediate group of friends and even though she’s still closest to Mukuro, she gets along better with the other guardians instead of always being grouped together with Kyoko and Haru who, while good friends, aren’t exactly part of Tsuna’s inner circle.

- Big sister Ryouka who is gorgeous and buff and doesn’t care much for dressing up (is in fact mistaken for a guy pretty often) but is so caring and protective that a lot of girls actually have huge crushes on her even though she’s also really loud and kinda annoying.

- No slut-shaming or pressuring girls into things at Nami-Chuu because if you do Hibari Kyoko will rip your fucking throat out and she’s absolutely gorgeous but everyone is fucking terrified of her.

- Tsuna still has a crush on Kyoko. And once Ryouka becomes her guardian, she also has a crush on her for like an hour because Ryouka’s so pretty and amazing. But then Tsuna learns to love her like a big sister.

- Most of the girls in Tsuna’s group are completely shameless and it’s beautiful. If Ryouka needs a pad, she will literally yell down the hall to ask Tsuna if she has one. Chrome is completely mortified at first because her mother raised her not to talk about girl things and to be docile and quiet and obedient. After spending time with Tsu and the others, she learns to get over it.

- Tsuna’s guardians totally have sleepovers at her house all the time, and Reborn doesn’t give a shit that there are boys sleeping over at his house or that they’re all so affectionate with his daughter because he handpicked Tsuna’s guardians and he knows none of them would ever do anything untowards to her. And not to mention that he knows they’re all kinda terrified of him.

- On Valentines day, they all totally pretend to be couples in order to get better deals at restaurants and the amusement park and stuff. Usually the pairings are: Mukuro and Chrome, Hayato and Tsuna, and Takeshi and Ryouka, but sometimes they mix it up just for the hell of it and it often leads to hilarious results. Everyone at school is confused about who’s going out with who. 

I’M SO SORRY KES. I know you wanted cute arco!parents and lil Tsu, but the plot bunny got away from me XDDD

This AU is from now on gonna be the genderswap AU and will be added to my AU list shortly. Ask my more about it if you guys want!!!

In Which Mukuro Becomes an Author

Hey there @incorrectkhrquotes! Remember that headcanon I shared a while back? The one that evolved? Well it evolved again. This time into a one-shot. I do hope you enjoy.




It should be noted that Mukuro was never taught to read when he was young.

(“Subject M67-11215 has accepted the serum. Begin the next experiment”)

(No. Please. Make it stop make it stop make it stop AAAAAAAHHHHH)

He had tried to teach himself at times. On the days that he wasn’t being cut open and observed, the days when he wasn’t lying on his bed, either in agony from the day’s experiences or his mind afloat from drugs, he would look at the papers that hung by his holding cell. Those papers held his subject number, the experiments that he was apart of, and various other information that pertained to him. He liked to stare at them and wonder what they said, the meaning of the words upon those pages. He didn’t know what was written there, the letters were nothing more than lines on a page to him.

But he wondered.

The days went past and the experiments got worse. He died. Mukuro died and lived and experienced lives that weren’t his own.

(“Who am I?” he whispered to himself, tremors shaking a body that felt unfamiliar. It was constricting and freeing and too large and too small all at once and he couldn’t tell what was real anymore.)

He remembered flying through the sky with wind in his feathers. He remembered fire and pained howls, holding a weapon in their hands. He remembered the days they had spent lounging in the shadows of alleys, messing with the humans who wandered by. He remembered growing up with chains around her feet, long limp hair shadowing her face and the misery of being a slave.

He remembered his past lives.

(“No no no NO!” Maria reached out for her children with desperation, “NOT THEM! ANYONE BUT THEM! TAKE ME INSTEAD!”

“SHUT UP, WOMAN!” A man, the one who claimed to her owner, hit her and she fell to the ground. She glared up at him, hate poisoning her mind and boiling just under her skin. She hissed at him and rushed again, determination running alongside the lifeblood flowing through her veins.

The last thing she saw was the glinting metal of a knife.)

And then he broke free. Mukuro called upon the abilities he had known in his previous lives, the ones that had been carved into his eye by the scientists after they had forced him to remember. He called upon his illusions, upon the magic he had onced relished in as a spirit, and he used it with all the viciousness of a mother scorned. He slaughtered them and painted the walls crimson with their blood, laughter escaping his lips as he did so.

(Should I be worried? Mukuro wondered to ….himself? Herself? Theirself? Did it even matter?)

There were two boys who wandered in on the gory scene Mukuro created. They were so small, so fragile looking. How was it that they had lasted as long as they had under the tender care of the Estraneo?

(“Kufufu. Are you afraid?” They shook their heads. That pleased him so he smiled, lips spreading outwards and mimicking the expression of a darker faerie, “Then join me. I’m leaving this place.”)

It was only after they had left the Estraneo in ruins and found another Italian Famagilia that Mukuro started to learn how to read. It had been Lancia that noticed Mukuro staring at the books on the shelf, tracing the golden lettering on their spines. Lancia had told Mukuro that if he wanted to he could read whatever he wished. Mukuro had then confessed that he didn’t know how.

In none of his lives had such a skill ever been available to him.

So Lanica had told the Don and the Don had gotten them a teacher. Mukuro learned from them and he found it fascinating. Those pretty symbols were finally making sense.

(It made Mukuro almost reluctant to carry out his plans of destroying the mafia, the rotten world that had caused him to suffer so. He had only managed to learn the basics of the craft of reading during his time spent there, but he refused to put his revenge on hold.)

The Vindice had captured them after that. So easily as well. And it was as they fought, struggled to stay free (“One day..” Maria murmured as she tugged on the chains around her feet, “One day I’ll be free.”) that he could feel the sense of wrongness that surrounded the bandaged figures of the Mafia Enforcers.

Later, when he was locked in a cell and left alone once more, he had laughed. The Vindice were humans once, but they clearly weren’t anymore. Their souls were rotting, slowly decaying and turning into something else. It sent the blood he inherited from their life as a spirit boiling at the thought of such a thing being possible in a place not the Realm of the Other.

(How interesting….)

It took several years, but eventually Mukuro escaped. He danced away from the undead avengers, taking with him a group he had begun to call his own. It sent the part of his soul that lived for fun and games giggling and laughing and cackling at having bested the Vindice.

(No one has ever broken out? There wasn’t a part of Mukuro that didn’t take that as a challenge.)

Mukuro’s plans steadily progressed. His group arrived in Japan, the place rumored to be home to the Vongola Decimo, and he started hunting them down. He used every trick he had and finally, finally he sat before the man (boy. He’s so young, his eyes so wide. He doesn’t know anything, does he? He’s so white and unstained. The part of them that was Maria wanted to reach out and hold him, to tell him everything would be okay. The rest of him pushed her back, locking her behind a mental cage as the thing that was Mukuro pushed forward and forward and forward) who would inherit the seat of Don of Vongola.

He lost. Against all expectations, he lost. But he found he didn’t mind all too much even after the chains of the Vindice locked around his neck and he was dragged away.

(Maria looked wistful after they had been put back into their cell, wondering on what had happened to the boy. Shining Shadow had laughed, still giddy and in awe of the skylark they had fought who spoke of chaos and order in the same breath. The rest of him- the angel, the demon, the owl, the ghost- all sat back and waited)

They broke out again- or rather Ken and Chikusa had. Mukuro had been dragged back to their prison, resigned to being tied down so what was his could be free. They put him in a prison of water- made his body go to sleep. But that was foolish of them, they who didn’t know what he could do, for it opened the paths that lead to the forever. Putting him to sleep did nothing but allow him to walk the road Between again.

He let go. Mukuro closed his eyes and withdrew into his soul, pulling on the parts of him that wasn’t human. He dragged that power out and pulled something else with it. That other power, it burned him, a beautiful indigo flame not unlike what the young Tsunayoshi had used.

(The power of humans, he had breathed, childish curiosity blooming as he played with the fire within his mind. It felt freeing and unreal, solid and not. It was deceiving and truthful and wonderful and hateful all at once, fighting furiously and snarling all the while being docile and submitting to his every whim. Mukuro loved it.)

He let his soul wander away from his physical form, walking along the road Between as all spirits could. He revisited some of the stranger places he knew, unseen by all eyes he passed. He kept going and wandering, checking in on Ken and Chikusa on occasion. It was on one of these trips, when he was walking from the realm of the Other into the realm of the Physical, that he found her.

(Such a sad girl… they mused as they stared at her dying form. Her soul was so pretty, too. So new and unstained by any other cycles. They heard her thoughts and they spoke out, more on a whim than anything else.

“An ending… Is merely the beginning of another cycle.”

What they didn’t expect was that she would speak back.


They welcomed her, bound her to him. To Mukuro. They changed her name to do so, using the power that there lay in such a thing to give her new life, to coax breath back into her lungs and her heart to keep beating despite some of her organs not being there.

Chrome Dokuro was who she became.

(No one could say that he wasn’t a bit possessive. And Chrome was his, bound to him by a name that was created from his own.)

Chrome was quiet. She was shy and uncertain but she had so much potential. There was power that lay in her soul and Mukuro was determined to make it bloom. And in turn, she surprised him again.

(“You don’t know how to read Japanese?” Chrome asked, eyes curious as they rested together in the safety of Chrome’s mind, “I can teach you if you’d like.”)

All of a sudden the world of words was open to him again. Chrome was happy to teach him, Ken, and Chikusa how to read. She loved books herself, a fact she had confessed to Mukuro time and time again. So she taught them. Chrome taught them to read, insisting upon doing so even after Ken complained that it was boring and questioned her ability as a teacher.

She continued to teach him as time slowly passed them by. She taught him during the time the Varia spent in Namimori. She taught them until the day she disappeared into the future. (“Chrome? Chrome? Where are you? No… Don’t leave… Chrome….”) She started to teach them again the moment she came back.

It was as she was teaching him the art of writing that Mukuro found something he loved to do. He was skeptical of the worth of it in the beginning, of putting one’s thoughts on paper. Chrome insisted that he try it and Mukuro hadn’t regretted it once.

(“You should start a diary,” Chrome murmured one day when Mukuro’s spirit rested alongside Chrome’s and they were so closely intertwined that it was difficult to tell one from the other, “Just to have a place to put all the things you write.”

“All the things I write?” Mukuro murmured with Chrome’s voice, their hand running across the covers of the notebooks that were out on display in the store they stood in, “That… would be nice…”)

Time continued to pass onwards and the dying days did nothing to stop his interest. Mukuro filled up the notebook with poetry and ideas. He filled it with descriptions of his dreams and his past. When that first notebook was full, they bought another and soon enough it was filled up too.

Mukuro was eventually released from the Vindice. He is freed from his watery cage and allowed to roam wherever he wished. The arcobaleno battles came to pass and the reason for the Mafia Enforcer’s twisted souls comes to light. Mukuro gained an apprentice to teach Illusions too, one who annoyed him to no end.

He kept writing through it all, fondly creating poetry and short stories. He kept most of it to himself, never showing it to anyone.

(Chrome was the exception. Because Chrome was a part of Mukuro and Mukuro was a part of Chrome, two souls bound by a name)

“These are really good,” Chrome told him one day after all the battles were done and everything had settled down. Tsunayoshi and the others were slowly making their way through highschool now, their middle school days long gone. She held one of his notebooks in her hands and smiled softly at the poems written inside.

(It begins with a tree

It is a world tree, a god tree

One that stretched higher than anything else

Devouring the world with its roots)

“You think so?” Mukuro asks her, resting his head on the palm of his hand and absently writing down a few more ideas into a new notebook.

(Demons are crawling under her eyes.

“I thought I lost you.”

They stain her skin like tattoos.

“You did.”)

“I do,” Chrome closed the book and handed it back to Mukuro, “You should try publishing something. I think it would turn out really well.”

“You do?” Mukuro took the book from her hands and looked at the worn cover of it. He thought about it for a moment, turning various ideas around in his head, before smiling to himself, “Maybe I will.”

(A novel called Graveyard Songs was published less than a year later. The author’s name was Maria)

Mukuro continued to publish various things he created after that first story turned out to be a success. He published love stories, horror stories, mystery novels, poetry collections, and short stories. He created fantastical tales of mythical beings, often drawing inspiration from the many lives he lived.

No one ever found out that Mukuro was the author called Maria, even after Tsunayoshi officially took the seat of Decimo and the whole lot of them moved to Italy. Chrome was the only person who knew Mukuro’s secret, and Mukuro was perfectly okay with keeping it that way.

(He suspected that Tsunayoshi knew, if only because of his knowing smile and his bright orange eyes. But Tsunayoshi never said anything about it, even if he owned every book that Mukuro had ever published)

Me, a giant nerd

Me (writing a fic): Hmm. Okay, if Dan and Phil are going to the Isle of Man in my story, I should use Google Maps to find out how they’d get there on public transit so I know what train stations they’d be using and how many times they’d need to transfer and stuff. And I should look up the Isle of Man, too, so I know more about it. Because this kind of factual stuff is important … in fanfiction … that I write for fun … even though no one would ever know if the info wasn’t actually accurate and I could instead just make it all up without any research at all and it would be all the same to the readers. Yeah. It doesn’t actually matter at all. (opens a Google Maps tab in Chrome)

Or you could stay

For Fandom Bingo, square 4-3: Harry x Chrome

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn x Harry Potter

Word Count: 4326

Accio Purple!

In retrospect, it is not Harry’s best summoning spell. In his defence, he only caught a glimpse of purple hair from the girl he’d followed because of said purple hair.

Wait, that makes him sound like a stalker. He’s not. Really. It’s just, the colour reminded him of the late Tonks, and he’d just wanted to catch a glimpse of her face. That’s perfectly normal. Following people around is normal.

So anyway. Purple-haired girl unfortunately has a saving-cats thing and runs in front of a car to save one in the split-second Harry has his eyes off of her. Lucky for her, Harry has a saving-people thing, so that works out fine.  She’s pulled right into Harry’s arms, along with about a hundred purple handbags, clutches, jewellery, and a car advertisement.

Thank Merlin for notice-me-not charms and apparition, that could have ended really badly.

The girl stares up at him, clutching the hissing cat. Harry hovers over her, hands braced on each side of her head. They are on Harry’s bed in his hotel room.

He takes back anything good he ever said about apparition.

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Imagine Namimori having a super important exam and somehow all the guardians end up in the same room and the test is so ridiculously hard that everyone starts cheating. Reborn is the proctor and each time he catches a student cheating he just blows them up or sends them flying out the window and Tsuna is like “I didn’t fucking sign up for this” while he takes cheat sheets out of his hair

Between Shops & Friends

He’d been down the row interspersed with colourful and confusing items for a good fifteen minutes. The staff would think he was a pervert of some kind, lingering in the sanitary napkin aisle. Not that John had wanted to linger especially, he’d postponed this bit of shopping for ages, filling his trolley with all kinds of important items, besides frivolous ones, stalling even the tiniest bit with surveying the savoury aisle more than he’d needed. 

It wasn’t like Mary hadn’t asked him to buy this sort of thing before, though those few occasions were often months apart, and in his own opinion the entire collective line of sanitary packets had altered appearance. He couldn’t wrap his mind around them at all, and he was a doctor. It was only blood, but he didn’t know whether she wanted scented ones or ones with patterns on the inside.

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its hard to live in with parents who have no understanding about self harm and mental illness. when all you do is trying to take care of yourself, when you have a war inside you, they want things from you. and if you dont you becaome selfish, lazy, self centered prick.
its hard to live with parents who jokes about self harm, when thats what you are fighting against. and its hard to live with a mother who says “i am sick of coming with you to your therapy sessions, you are fine just be okay get better and dont make me come here again” or when the doctor diagnosis you who says “she is okay she is just having through adoloscence” but be silent when the doctor asks “does every kid in teenage year cut himself”
its hard to live with my parents as me, tea is is what i crave for after a breakdown it helps me. but according to them im just a girl who locks herself in bathroom, then get out have a cup of tea and staying on the internet till the morning. according to them i cant have tea when its midnight, but urges and breakdowns dont care if it’s 5 am, 3 pm or midnight. they just come and you fight. 
its hard to live with friends who underestimate what you accomplished, who don’t give a shit if your recovery is hard or not. it’s hard to be around them, because all they do is telling me about other people’s accomplisments and then say “they do that and we do nothing”. no you may do nothing but i dont. i have constant battles. i fight against self harm urges and mental illnesses. and you have no idea how hard it is.
its hard to live with mental illness and self harm issues. because no one sees your battles. they dont have to but god know this hurts like hell. fighing against the bad thoughts, the urges, trying to be quite while you are having breakdown, concealing your tears. this is a silent battle. somehow, you feel proud, you feel strong because you do an amazing job. but you can’t celebrate yourself.
because when you do they say nothing about it, no appreciation, no “im happy for you”, no “keep going’s”. just awkward silences. 
when you try to take care of yourself, you be self centered. you be cocky. you accept yourself, you accept your flaws yet they call you arrogant, you care about your recovery you become selfish.
its hard to live with mental illness and self harm issues with people like them around you.
you can’t feel good about yourself.
you can’t celebrate yourself.
you can’t be proud of yourself.
because when you do;
they call you selfish
they call you arrogant
they call you self centered
they call you mean
they call you cocky
and god knows what else.

wizardmafianinjapirate  asked:

GEMGEMGEM I know that there's a whole load of angst waiting in the once a king au, but please please PLEASE can you do the Mist reunion next??? Like, if each of the guardians were originally from this world, then Mukuro would already have had to go through the estraneo bullshit right? and Chrome would have had to deal with abusive parents for a long time? So, how did those two react to the only place that was ever home to them being ripped away from them???? <3 Fae

Long story short: they react absolutely horribly.

At thirteen-years-old, Mukuro’s already in the Vendicare when he’s pulled into the other world, and when he’s brought back. And he actually ends up convincing himself that the whole past four decades were just a dream.

Because at this point, he’s somewhat unstable, and since Chrome had had the ring when they were pulled back, he doesn’t have that concrete proof, like the others do.

The incident ends up making him a lot more cynical, and completely untrusting of himself and his memories. It distorts his view of reality, and he starts having a real hard time remembering what’s real and what’s not.

He’s hurt, and broken, and confused, and he needs somewhere to direct all these negative vibes.

And so, all his old hatred of the mafia wells back up with a vengeance.

He starts thinking of an escape plan with a single-minded intensity that, quite frankly, terrifies Ken and Chikusa.

They don’t say anything though, because they’re convinced that it will help them escape, and that’s their priority at the moment.

They think that once they’re out of the Vendicare, they’ll find a way to deal with Mukuro’s…problems.

And somehow, they do.

They’ve been out of Vendicare for two weeks when, on one of his nightly jaunts through the dreamscape, Mukuro is reunited with Chrome, who’s in the hospital.

She’s just barely holding onto her life, and her hurt and despair and grief are like a beacon to Mukuro, calling him towards a kindred soul.

And when he sees her, he hardly believes it’s her. He almost believed he’s made her up again, that this is just a dream.

But she looks at him with those eyes, those beautiful, ancient, heartbroken eyes, and he sees the woman he fell in love with, and he knows there’s no way he would ever be able to dream up something as sweet, and beautiful, and good as Chrome.

He finds out that she’s in the hospital because of a failed suicide attempt.

And he remembers all the things she’d ever told him about her parents.

And in the end, he gives up his plans of vengeance on the mafia, because he knows that if he’s taken back to the Vendicare, Chrome will be all by herself again, and he knows she won’t survive.

So instead, he and Ken and Chikusa scrimp and save and steal until they finally get one way tickets to Japan about a year or so after they’ve escaped.

The first thing they do, they go and find Chrome, and help her run away from her horrible family.

They set up camp in Kokuyo land at first, but Chrome and Mukuro are illusionists, and between the two of them (despite being teenagers) with some help from Ken and Chikusa, they find a way to eke out enough of a living to get themselves a crappy little one bedroom apartment.

And then, it’s two years later when they stumble upon the others.

They’re bored as fuck, and none of them have work or school, so they’re just fucking around Kokuyo land, when they hear some people approaching, talking amongst each other, laughing their stupid laughs, talking about how they remember coming to this amusement park as children.

And Mukuro really wouldn’t care usually, but those voices pull at something in his heart, familiar in a way that normally a mother’s voice would be.

He stops breathing, his heart pounding deafeningly in his chest, and he exchanges a look with Chrome, a few paces away.

He can see her fingers trembling, and she takes an unconscious step towards the source of the voices.

And finally they come into view, and Chrome and Mukuro freeze in their places, and the other kids stop too, a deathly silence descending upon them.

Ken and Chikusa have no Earthly idea what is going on. They stay silent.

Their eyes are drawn to the brunet at the front of the group of strangers.

He’s a year younger than Mukuro, but there’s something ancient about him.

He looks perfectly harmless, but there’s an undeniable air of danger around him. He moves with the grace of a lion, in each step a barely contained power.

He looks like just another snot-nosed brat, but there’s an unmistakable presence about him, like a wizened king looking over his country.

Chrome is the first one to break the silence.

“My king,” she gasps, stumbling a few times as she runs to him, falling to her knees at his feet. 

She doesn’t dare look up, not wanting him to see her tear-streaked face - it’s bad enough he can hear her great, ugly sobs, but she can’t help it, she can barely breathe, she’s crying so hard.

“Oh! Please don’t cry, sweet one. Surely our heart can not handle it,” exclaims Tsuna, switching to the royal “we” on reflex. He knows Chrome is more comfortable with the formalities if there are outsiders pleasant.

He reaches out to take her hands, and gently tugs her to her feet.

Ryohei pulls her into an embrace, and starts fussing over her.

Finally, Mukuro finds his voice as well, and he strides forward with a languid grace, expression not betraying just how close he is to tears.

“My king,” he breathes, barely audible, as he reaches Tsuna, reaching out to take his hands.

Tsuna smiles, reaching up one hand to cup Mukuro’s cheek.

And finally, Mukuro breaks down, letting out all his pent-up grief and loneliness as he clings to his king.

The rest of the guardians quickly close up ranks, surrounding him to hide his moment of weakness from the world.

It’s a reflex response, because of course there’s no one to hide from here, except Ken and Chikusa, who are staring with confusion at the scene unfolding before them.

dilkishehnaai  asked:


027:“I’ll share the blankets with you.”

Remember my best friends AU (aptly named Best Friends)? Same ‘verse.

“I’ll share the blankets with you.”

“You said that last time.”

Felicity huffed. “And it was true.”

Oliver stared at the back of her head as she scrolled through the movies on her tablet, the screen the only thing lighting her tiny little tent.

Trees rustled outside, the fire still crackling where Diggle was putting it out before he climbed into his and Lyla’s tent. It was their fifth night out and it was a peaceful one; there was nothing else but the sound of their breathing, the wind brushing through the leaves and the soft crunch of deer somewhere in the distance.

And her nail tapping on her tablet as she moved through the movie options, completely oblivious to his heavy glare. Only Felicity Smoak would bring her entire electronic arsenal on a week-long camping trip.

Not that he was complaining.

They’d already mapped the entire sky the first two nights, they’d nearly fallen off a ledge they hadn’t seen when they’d been drunkenly wandering around the third night and the fourth night they’d stayed up all night talking. Which was great… except it wasn’t great because the intimate air of lying next to each other, face-to-face, their conversation dissolving into whispers because Diggle had thrown a rock at them with a ‘shut the hell up, Queen, or I’ll shut you up’ in his tent had almost been too much.

It would’ve been so easy to reach over, to just… touch her cheek, brush her hair behind her ear… to lean in, to feel her… She’d been so close.

Diggle’s words, “I swear to god, if you don’t just get it over with and ask her out, I’ll be the one stabbing you with a spork,” echoed in his head.

He’d tried, once, and it’d crashed and burned when he’d shown up and she’d thought it was just a friends thing. He’d immediately agreed when she’d gotten that little furrow between her brow, noticing he was actually dressed to go out, too damn embarrassed to admit he’d really been asking her on a date-date.

A real date, not a thing as friends.

But that’s what they were to her: friends.

He could be just friends.

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