Interview the Muse
  • - What is your Full name? Include any maiden names, aliases, or nicknames.
  • - When is your birthday? Do you know where you were born and at what time?
  • - What is your star sign? Do you know your Chinese Zodiac too?
  • - What is your earliest memory that you can remember?
  • - Where was your childhood home? Was it more urban or rural?
  • - How was your childhood in general? Did your parents treat you well? Did you have a lot of friends?
  • - How was/is school? What is your favorite and least favorite subjects? What were your grades on average?
  • - Did you have a best friend growing up? What was their name? Are you still in touch?
  • - Were you in any cliques?
  • - Best childhood memory you can recall?
  • - Worst childhood memory you can recall?
  • - Name an event in your childhood that has shaped you into the person you are today
  • - What is the dumbest thing you have ever done to impress someone? Were they impressed or was it all for naught?
  • - Did you ever have any sweethearts or lovers? Do you have a boy/girlfriend?
  • - Are you a virgin?
  • - Do you ever plan on getting married in your life? Do you want kids?
  • - Would you rather have your own kids or adopt? How many kids would you want?
  • - Do you think you'd be a protective parent or a relaxed parent?
  • - How would you prefer to pass away? Surrounded by loved ones and at peace, or while doing something heroic?
  • - Generally, how healthy are you? Do you get sick or injured easily or are you fit?
  • - Have you ever been badly injured before?
  • - What is the worst injury you have ever gotten? What was it and how did it happen? Were you ever close to death?
  • - How many times have you been to the hospital/doctor's?
  • - Have you ever had a concussion or brain injury? Have you ever had amnesia?
  • - What was the worst illness you ever contacted? Do you know what it was? How long were you sick?
  • - Ever had any extended hospital stays? What for?
  • - Have you ever had to give yourself or someone else emergency first aid? What happened?
  • - Are you employed? Where do you work and who do you work for? What do you do?
  • - Are you happy with your current job?
  • - Did you have any previous jobs? What were they and what did you do?
  • - Most dangerous thing you have ever done?
  • - Do you consider yourself a more active person or a more relaxed person?
  • - What is your dream come true? How about your worst nightmare?
  • - What is the biggest and most important goal you have set for yourself?
  • - How persistent would you say you are? How much does it take to get you to give up on a task?
  • - Would you surrender yourself to your enemies or fight to the very end?
  • - When do you usually do your shopping? What is currently on your shopping list?
  • - Top three things on your wishlist?
  • - Currently, what is something you want but do not need?
  • - Do you like shopping? What is your favorite thing to shop for?
  • - What is the most expensive thing you have purchased? Was it worth it?
  • - What would you do if you were suddenly given one billion dollars out of the blue?
  • - What would you describe your style of clothing as?
  • - Do you have any hobbies? Name all of them if you can.
  • - Do you like and appreciate art? What is your favorite piece of artwork?
  • - Do you like music? What is your favorite style of music?
  • - Have you ever seen any musicals? What is your favorite?
  • - What are your top three favorite animals? What would you say your "Patronus" or "Spirit Animal" is?
  • - What are your top three favorite colors?
  • - What is your favorite season? Do you prefer hotter or colder weather? Do you like snow at all?
  • - What kind of flavors do you prefer: Sweet, Sour, Bitter, Spicy, Dry, or Umami (savory meat taste)?
  • - Can you cook at all?
  • - What is your favorite dish? Can you prepare it? Do you have the recipe handy?
  • - What is your favorite fruit and vegetable?
  • - What is your favorite dessert? What is your favorite type of candy/treat?
  • - What is the best thing you have ever had the opportunity to eat? What is the worst?
  • - Do you like to drink tea or coffee? Any favorite flavors?
  • - Describe your sense of humor.
  • - What is one thing you are justly proud of?
  • - Do you have any religious beliefs? If not, have you ever been to a church service?
  • - What would you say is the worst thing someone has done to you? What is the meanest thing someone has ever said to you?
  • - What is the worst thing you have done to someone? What is the meanest thing you have said to anyone?
  • - Share the latest entry in your diary/journal.
  • - What is the most precious thing you own? Is it valuable at all?
  • - Talk about someone you know. It can be someone you either like or dislike.

Ship: Captain!Jungkook | Soldier!Reader
Description: Mulan!AU | War is Hell, but it’s what you had to do to take your brother’s place. Of course, between the days of Hell are little slices of Heaven you’d call your Captain, Jeon Jungkook.
Warning: Dom!Kook, Character Death, Gore, Angst, Choking, Intercourse, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Punishment, Oral, Hair Pulling, Public Nudism 
Word Count: 19,554
A/N: This is the longest thing I ever fucking wrote but it was so worth it. Mulan is one of my favorite movies of all time, and there were some such iconic scenes that I found so great I had to include them here as well, because I love simply describing the most heart-leaping scenes in my own words.

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anonymous asked:

ayyyy do you have any klance oneshot recs? preferably all pining and fluffy like your texts? because I have a lack :D :D :D

oohhhhohoho buddy do i ever ;)

idk if you’ve read any of the fics that people have written based on some of my posts but start there if you’d like! there’s a link at the top of my page “fics for vm” and you should be able to find them there! 

other than that, here’s a few of my personal favorite pining oneshots!

in my mind - sarolonde (lance and keith can hear each other’s thoughts. it gets REAL. there’s some angst but it ends so soooo well and i’m dead)

what would you say? what would you do? - fruitygelpens (lance gets injured during a stealth mission and keith confesses a few things wink wonk)

we’ll make it, you and me - asexualrey (literally all you need to know is this line - “keith, if we make it out of this alive, i’m going to kiss you.”)

two bros, chillin in a space pool - memesofbees (two words: underwater. kissing.)

flirt fiend - tylerproposey (5 times shiro ruined lance’s flirting attempts, and the 1 time he didn’t have to)


3 words or less - fairietailed (this one gave me heart palpitations and diabetes. lance, pidge, and keith go to a bar, get drunk, and pidge is the best wingperson of all time)

i could probably recommend fics all day lmao so i’ll stop there but i hope you enjoy these (and maybe haven’t read them before now haha)!! 💜💜

anonymous asked:

I'm planning on getting a tarantula and I've researched for hours and hours on end and I know how to keep one healthy, but one thing I haven't been able to find is advice on what to do if they actually DO get sick or injured. I have a feeling you can't just take a tarantula to the vet. What do you do if your tarantula gets sick or hurt?

There’s not too much that can be done about ‘sick’ tarantulas unfortunately, and vets usually know nothing about inverts. I’m not a veterinarian or anything, but I’ll try my best to give some advice.


Most of the time, mites can be easily prevented. They thrive in moist conditions with high humidity, so if you have a tarantula that’s native to more arid regions you may not have an issue.

Routine spot cleaning always helps – the cleaner the environment, the less appealing it will be to parasites. Removing uneaten food/boluses, scooping out waste, etc.

If you do see mites in the enclosure, take the tarantula out immediately and clean the whole tank. DO NOT USE CHEMICALS, as they might cause illness to the spider when you put it back. Pest control that kills mites also kills spiders. Replace the substrate, and put any decor in the freezer for a few hours to kill any mites that may be living on it.


Arguably the most common ailment tarantulas suffer from, dehydration is also one of the easiest to cure. Just remember to keep a shallow water bowl in the tank with them. Make sure it’s not wider than the T’s legspan and not deep enough to submerge it. Make sure it’s filled every day with clean filtered or bottled water.

If your tarantula is lethargic and withered-looking, maybe even with a shrunken or withered abdomen, it may be dehydrated.

Mold & Fungus:

Growths may occur if the enclosure is too moist. This happens mostly with tarantulas that are from more humid environments. Some molds can cause infection in a tarantula that can prove fatal.

Prevention includes making sure the environment is well-ventilated, not overly-wet, and clean. Mold and such like to grow on organic material such as food boluses, so make sure to get rid of any uneaten food.

There are ways to treat fuzzies on the surface of he tarantula’s exoskeleton, usually by gently wiping it away with a soft paintbrush, rinsing in water between each stroke. Internal infections usually cannot be cured, to my knowledge at least. (If someone can correct me, feel free, please!)


So this part scares me. Sometimes after a fall or during the soft stage following a molt, a tarantula my develop a rupture in their exoskeleton. Usually with limbs, it isn’t too big of a deal as they are able to detach their legs with little consequence (save perhaps complications during the next molt as it tried to grow back lost limbs). It’s best to leave leg injuries alone.

A rupture on the abdomen, however, does often prove fatal. If your tarantula has a break in its abdomen, put it in a tarantula ICU (a smaller, well-ventilated container with paper towel lining the bottom of it). Then gently, with a cotton swab, apply petroleum jelly to the wound. Tarantula “blood,” called Hemolymph, doesn’t clot as well as human blood does. Sealing it with petroleum jelly helps it to clot properly. When your T molts next, there should be no sign of pervious injury.

Of course ways to prevent this are to prevent falls (not having tall decor), making falls less dangerous (higher substrate, decor that isn’t too hard like rocks and ceramics), and not using mesh-top enclosures (their little claws could get stuck, causing broken legs).

Hope this helps, and if anyone has more info to add or corrections please feel free!


illness & injury OC asks
  • 1. Have they every broken a bone?
  • 2. What's the sickest they've ever been?
  • 3. Do they cope well with being bedbound?
  • 4. Are they easy to take care of?
  • 5. Do they prefer solitude when they're sick?
  • 6. What is their go-to remedy for an upset stomach?
  • 7. How do they feel after vomiting? Better? Worse?
  • 8. How do they feel about doctors/hospital?
  • 9. Do they usually get sweats or chills when sick?
  • 10. Do they get motion sickness?
  • 11. How do they cope with being sick if they're alone?
  • 12. Do they run themselves into the ground when sick?
  • 13. Do they get emotional when sick?
  • 14. Have they ever fainted?
  • 15. Have they ever had a black eye?
  • 16. Do they get injured frequently?
  • 17. How is their immune system?
  • 18. Do they prefer to be near the toilet, or lying in bed with a basin when they're sick to their stomach?
  • 19. Do they dry heave after vomiting?
  • 20. Are there any tell-tale signs that they're feeling unwell?
  • 21. Are they stubborn about going to work/school when ill?
  • 22. Would they prefer to take medicine, or avoid it?
  • 23. Do they admit they're injured/ill easily?
  • 24. Do they sleep too much or too little when sick?
  • 25. Have they ever gotten injured from a fight?

anonymous asked:

I love your fics!!! Could you do one where Alec gets injured and manages to make his way to Magnus's? Thank you!

Thank you so much. I hope you like this! 💜

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Alec’s world dipped and swayed as he walked, his consciousness wavering with every step. He wasn’t completely aware of where he was going, only that he had to make it before he passed out. He was somewhere in Brooklyn, that much he knew. He had run into some demons on his patrol, and had almost made it out unscathed, until one jumped out at him at the last second before he left. He thought he had gotten them all. His side felt warm where the demon’s claws had sunk into his skin, but the rest of his body was shaking from the combination of the brisk fall air and the venom spreading through his bloodstream.

His mind was a blur, unable to focus on anything for more than a few seconds, and it was a miracle he was still moving forward at all, but he had to get there. He didn’t know where there was, but his feet guided him nonetheless. A pair of golden eyes swam in his vision, shimmering as though they were under water, and he followed the sense of peace they gave him until he was suddenly at the top of a set of stairs. He lifted his hand to knock on the door in front of him, knowing it was his only safe haven, but everything around him seemed to fade away before he could, and darkness swept over him.

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One thing I will say re: working in the horse industry. If you’re paid by the hour and doing hard barn work, there is absolutely no way that you should be accepting minimum wage. For safety sake, working with horses is more dangerous and you likely aren’t covered if you do get injured on the job. Because of this, there needs to be more of a monetary incentive to make up for it. Don’t accept minimum wage for hard work like that. If you work overtime hours all for one employer, you should be getting paid overtime. If you’re working for several different people, obviously you can’t but make sure you’re getting paid accordingly for your hard work and the level of danger of your job.

Single Parent AU (3) Masterlist

part one, part two

A Blessing In Child Form - thosewriterdreams

Summary: Basically, Dan’s daughter makes him buy a flower and give it to a stranger at the park.

Blind Dates Never Work Out! (ao3) - apieformydean

Summary: “hey we hooked up last night and it turns out you are my childs teacher” au.

Bonding Over Injuries - irphanfic

Summary: Evan Lester and Millie Howell have hated each other for who knows how long and so do their dads; until Millie gets injured. How will the two adults adapt to their kids’ new friendship after being enemies for so long?

Early (ao3) - mettgabb

Summary: Phil’s daughter tries to find her birth father.

Family of Three - darling-phil

Summary: When Phil moves in with Dan and his son Eddie, they expect him to warm up to the tattooed man pretty quickly. However, when months pass with the boy only retreating further into his shell, Phil has to deal with the challenges of looking after a kid who’d rather ignore his presence. Single Parent!Dan AU

Family’s What You Make of It - snowbunnylester

Summary: It starts when Dan stumbles through the door of his two bedroom flat with an attractive stranger attached to his mouth, and it ends with, well… a family. Or, the one where Dan is a single father of a three year old, who intends for Phil to be nothing more than a one night stand until he see’s him interact with his daughter for the first time.

Helping Your Soul - irphanfic

Summary: Phil Lester is a single dad struggling to give his daughter Olivia the best life she could have. What happens when Billie Howell (Olivia’s best friend) and his dad enter their life in more ways that one can imagine?  

Lavender Lambs And Pacifiers - howellesterfics

Summary: Dan has a secret, and it’s more of a someone, rather than a something. Maybe he should learn to be more careful with the evidence when his mother babysits Noah.

Like Father, Like Son (ao3) - INeverHadMyInternetPhase

Summary: Phil is a good teacher, he is. He just can’t control Samuel Howell. And turns out he can’t control Samuel Howell’s single dad, either. (Or, the one where Dan’s a single dad and a bad influence, and Phil’s the teacher who has to deal with the consequences)

Meet Me Halfway - howellesterfics

Summary: Dan is a single parent, and unknowingly has a one night stand with his son’s teacher before the first day of school.

Never Enough (ao3) - pasteldanhowells

Summary: Dan is a single father who is hardworking but is never appreciated by his son and they don’t get along with each other, and he eventually meets Phil and slowly but surely falls in love with him.

Part Of The Family - pasteldanhowells

Summary: After being divorced, Phil quickly hired a nanny to help watch over his two twins while he worked. After working for Phil for a year, both Dan and Phil realized that they really needed each other.

Piano Teacher - pasteldanhowells

Summary: In which Phil’s son is a clever little boy and manages to get Dan, his piano teacher, to go on a date with his father, who has been single for over four years and hasn’t been on a date in those four years.

Second Chances, New Beginnings - pasteldanhowells, phancywork

Summary: Phil is a primary school teacher, Dan is a radio presenter and they’ve adopted a child together. Now they’re split up though and Dan faces the struggles of being a single dad while also having to deal with seeing Phil every time he takes his daughter to school.

Up With The Birds - irphanfic

Summary: Dan is a single parent and he decides that his son Theo and him need to move into a new house. What will happen in the new neighbourhood?

What I Wouldn’t Do (ao3) - wordsofphandom (KathleenCaitlyn)

Summary: At a book signing, Phil, a succesful author of children’s books, meets the five-year-old Dylan and his gorgeous single father Dan. Though they are instantly drawn to each other, certain issues, let alone a lively five-year-old complicate things for Dan and Phil, and they have to find out just what they would - or wouldn’t do, to be together.

When The Time Is Right I’ll Make It Happen - sleeplessnightwithphan

Summary: Phil should have known that him attempting any sort of physical activity wouldn’t end well. He watched in horror as the lump of snow completely missed his son’s head and landed a bit further to the left… on the head of someone walking there.

Where’s Blanky? - phangirling-is-life

Summary: Dan is a teenage single father when he starts talking to Phil in 2009. He doesn’t tell Phil, but Phil finds out for himself when Dan comes to visit him and something falls out of his bag.

Spilled Coffee || KakaSaku

This is a bit late @do-you-even-kakashi but here is your little gift. I hope you like it. Happy birthday 😚💖


Sakura Haruno hummed quietly to herself as she waited in line for her coffee, foot tapping out a rhythm on the floor.

It was a good day, summer was coming to an end and the weather was a pleasant mix of sunny and cool. She finally was on a break from uni and being out in a crowd and seeing people was a nice change of scenery after being holed up in her apartment studying day and night for the past three months. The fact that she graduates after one more year was a bonus.

Of course, the good day couldn’t possibly last.

“Well if that isn’t Sakura!” The sound of her name made her look up, and oh boy, she wished she didn’t.

Walking her way was a couple she was all too familiar with. A dark haired man with black mysterious eyes and a lean strong build known as Sasuke Uchiha. Also known as her ex-boyfriend. He had his arm wrapped around a redhead’s waist. Karin Uzumaki, the name came to her without much struggle. The woman was a famous actress and a gorgeous one too.

She didn’t hate Karin, not really. It wasn’t her fault Sasuke was a cheating bastard. But she couldn’t help but resent her a little for ruining her perfect image of said man. Of course, that all was years ago, when they were still in high school.

Now, three years later, Sasuke was still with Karin. What was it that Sakura lacked, exactly? The rosette couldn’t help but wonder as she studied the approaching couple.

They were now within greeting distance and she steeled her nerves. It wouldn’t do to let him know he still had a small effect on her. “Oh, is that you Sasuke? Wow, it’s been so long!” Wish it’d been longer.

He smirked easily, guiding the redhead into line. “It has indeed. I haven’t seen you since graduation.”

Sakura hummed, mentally preparing herself for an emotionally exhausting conversation. She wondered iff she could somehow escape as soon as she got her coffee, and wished the workers would hurry up. “well, you know how life works. I’ve been busy.”

He nodded in agreement, with that same familiar smirk she once liked. Ugh, puke. “Hmm, I know. What are you studying?”

Sakura could help but smirk, she worked damn hard to get into a good university and she was proud of herself and her achievements, “medicine. Almost done with it… you?”

Sasuke shrugged nonchalantly, but there was a slight stiffening along his shoulder line, “finished law school and went back to playing football.”

Yikes, the last thing anyone wanted was for Sasuke to be a cop. That spoke of disaster.

“Yeah, maybe stick with football.” She agreed, moving to accept her drink with a barely concealed sigh of relief. “Well, I should get going, I have an appointment. Nice catching up with you.”

She was about to leave— scramble the hell out of there because his presence brought back really unpleasant memories of an insecure past-self she wished to banish— when Karin’s voice caught her attention, “go on. Invite her.”

Sakura reluctantly turned back to face the couple with a curious eyebrow raise, “invite me to what?”

“Our wedding. It’s next week.”

Sakura froze, and she had to make a conscious effort not to look like she walked into a solid brick wall. Wedding? …wedding!?

That little bastard— piece of fucking trash— asshole— little fucking— “oh. Oh, congratulations you guys!”

Her voice came out a little strained and she winced. Ugh, way to show him I’m over him.

“It would be lovely if you’d attend.” Karin said, smiling in that same pretty way she did on camera. Ugh…. “bring along a date too.”

“Um,” Sakura was a breath away from declining, claiming she needed to be on the other side of the country because she sure felt like it at that moment but then she caught sight of Sasuke’s challenging gaze and wow, fuck him, fuck that asshole, I’ll show him, “sure. I’ll be there. Just text me the details.”

She finally waved and hurried out of Starbucks. Once outside, she paused to take a deep breath and violently swear in her mind for agreeing. She was already regretting her decision— She didn’t even have a date! She’d rather die than show to his wedding with a dating. I’m a fuckin’ idiot.

“Hey, watch out!” She didn’t think this day could get worse but lo and behold, a man on a bicycle was hurtling towards her at insane speed and she barely had time to jump out of the way and avoid an early death.

Her coffee slipped out of her hold, splashing both her and nearby passerby’s pants and Sakura fell backwards, and it all seemed to happen in slow motion, much to her horror. She shut her eyes tightly, waiting for the shocking impact.

Firm arms however, caught her just in time and she and another person went crashing into the ground. Her back met something firm and warm, knocking the breath out of her and something sharp dragged across her palm causing her to she wince. She was only dimly aware of the feeling of a warm liquid trickling down her hand.

She looked down dazedly to see a piece of glass sticking out of her hand and gasped, a pained cry echoing from her throat.

“Hey— hey, are you okay?” A quiet voice rasped worriedly from behind her and she slowly turned to come face to face with…

She gasped again, and not in pain. The man holding her was Kakashi Hatake. One of her favorite authors of all time. Oh hell, apparently this day could get worse.

“I-I…” she stuttered, biting her lip to stop from letting out a pained sound. Her palm was pulsing and throbbing like there was no tomorrow and much to her displeasure, it was staining her clothes.

His dark irises slid to her palm then and they widened slightly, “damn,” he breathed reaching to carefully hold her palm up to inspect, “hey that looks pretty serious. Come on, you should go to the hospital.”

The pain had numbed her brain and she was barely aware of him lifting her up to her feet. “H-hospital?” His words suddenly registered in her mind. “W-wait, it’s fine. I'm— I’m a med student.”

He stared at her, somewhat surprised. “Med student?”

She nodded in confirmation, staggering out of his hold. She needed to get out of there, take care of her hand and hate Sasuke’s gut for the entirety of next week. And speaking of that bastard, the last thing she needed was for him to walk out and see her in her miserable state, hot coffee soaking her coat and blood dripping from her hand. “I’ll just go home.”

Kakashi eyed her disbelievingly for a few seconds before sighing in acceptance, “come on, I’ll drop you.”

She stared at him, speechless. He was even nicer than she expected, and he looked even better in reality. She’d only ever seen him on TV doing interviews about his new books. The scar running down his left eye looked even deeper face to face. She wondered how he could still use his eye… okay, she was drifting off topic here and he was now staring expectantly at her.

“Y-you don’t need to…” she stammered, embarrassed at having zoned out. “It’s a two block walk.”

He snorted and completely ignored her. He boldly wrapped and arm around her waist and began to guide her away, “don’t be silly, you’re leaking blood everywhere. I can’t leave you like this.”

Her mind was grumbling about how troublesome he was being but who was she even kidding, she definitely wanted this man’s company for a little while longer.

Kakashi walked her to his car, a shiny black thing that was rather enchantinh. She had no idea what kind it was, she really wasn’t into cars. But it looked nice, and the seats felt even nicer. She gave him the directions in a daze, her eyes roaming his side profile, mapping every detail.

His hair was darker than it looked on TV. In every interview she watched it was almost white, but looking at it now, it was a platinum shade that really complimented his pale complexion.

Faint freckles dotted his nose and cheeks and why wasn’t he a model, anyway?

Sakura stumbled her way out of the car when Kakashi parked outside her building and to her doorstep, aware of said man following her, looking ready to catch her if she fell.

They made it up the six flights of stairs and she fumbled for her keys until they unlocked her door, her fingers now shaking in pain.

She faintly remembered her manners and she turned to him as she hurried towards the kitchen, “make yourself at home!”

Once inside the familiar walls of her kitchen, she retrieved her first aid kit and got to work, grunting in pain as she extracted the glass shard from her skin.

He showed up just as she drenched her hand in antiseptic. They both winced.

The silver-haired man moved to inspect her work. “Will it need stitches?” He asked curiously, a hint of worry in his tone.

Sakura shook her head. “No, I just need to wrap it up.”

He nodded and watched her work. A few moments passed before he broke the silence, and sounded a little awed. “I didn’t imagine you were a doctor, what with the pink hair.”

She felt her cheeks flush slightly but didn’t look up from her injured hand as she wrapped it up, “it’s just pink hair, it doesn’t impair my ability to learn.”

He nodded absently. “Well it’s nice that you can take care of your injuries by yourself. I wish I could. I hate hospitals”

Her mouth quirked up and she comforted him, “I don’t do this often. I rarely get injured, but today’s just a bad day it seems.”

“Something happened?” He wondered, and when she raised her eyebrow, amended, “other than this I mean.”

Sakura sighed dejectedly and got into explaining her morning. “I ran into my cheating ex-boyfriend and his fiancé. He invited me to his wedding. And I don’t have a date. I really shouldn’t have accepted.”

“Then why did you?” Kakashi arched a questioning eyebrow and she was momentarily distracted by how attractive that simple action was.

“Because… I don’t want him to think I’m not over him or something.” She muttered embarrassedly and got up. “I’m going to change,” she announced, looking down at her coffee stained clothes. “There’s tea and coffee in the second cabinet, cups in the third, help yourself.”

As she hurried to her bedroom, it occurred to her that Kakashi was a stranger—an incredibly attractive one at that—and yjag it was unwise to have strangers go through your belongings unsupervised but somehow, she didn’t mind that much. Besides the fact that she desperately wanted to jump him, the man was a living breathing legend. His books were bestseller worldwide. She doubted anyone could call themselves a thriller fan and not know who Kakashi Hatake was.

His books were turned into movies, and he even acted in one of them. It was almost disorienting being in the presence of someone so great and successful.

She made a quick work of shedding her clothes and replacing them with a clean red dress that reached her knees.

When she made it back to the kitchen, she found him by the kettle heating some water, back facing her. The sight of his muscled shoulders was definitely distracting. She could almost see every detail, every dip and corner of his beautifully contoured body beneath his tight shirt.

He turned and smiled almost sheepishly at her when he noticed her there. Ridiculously, her stomach knotted.

He pointed at a blue book on top of her microwave as he stated. “You read my work.”

She wondered why he looked surprised. Most people read his work. “Yes. I love your work.”

He grinned in that way she was sure gave a few females a heart attack along the way. What with his sharp canines and dimple, “what’s your favorite?”

“Um,” she paused, going over her mental list of every book of his that she read. It really was hard to pick a favorite, “I really liked House of Crows… Will Of Fire too.”

“Ah,” he said, almost delighted, “my old work.”

“I like your recents too,” she assured, “especially Icha Icha, I didn’t think you’d ever write romance.”

“How badly did I fail?” He joked easily, turning to pour water in his tea cup.

“Oh hush,” she rolled her eyes. Silly man, it was a bestseller. “It’s awesome. I’m glad someone is continuing Jiraiya’s work. It was really unfortunate he quit.”

Kakashi shrugged and admitted, “he asked me to continue his work— his wife isn’t too fond of his more… lewd literature.”

Sakura snorted and moved to get herself a cup and a teabag, “too bad. But hey, you made them even better so I ain’t complaining.”

Kakashi smiled as he took a sip of his tea, “honestly I’m facing somewhat of a writer’s block lately. Everyone is demanding a new Icha Icha book but I’m not very inspired. I hate repetition. I want to write something different.”

Sakura poured herself tea and turned to regard the incredibly sexy man in her kitchen. How desperate is she that she almost entertained the thought of him having her on the table… “take your time. A good book is a well-thought out one.”

He hummed thoughtfully. He then started, “oh, wow, I didn’t get your name?”

Sakura couldn’t help but laugh, “right, it’s Sakura.”

“I’m Kakashi… as you already know.” He said with a slight awkwardness that was really funny coming from a man who’d written and published erotic novels.

He was slowly proving to her he wasn’t all what he showed in interviews. He always looked so self-assured and confident. And yet, here he was in her kitchen, smiling almost bashfully at her.

“Let’s make a deal.” He suddenly said, almost seeming like he’d gathered his thoughts. “If you let me… base my next character on you— forgive me but you’re just terribly intriguing— I’ll… accompany you to your ex’s wedding.”

Sakura nearly dropped her tea cup. Her mouth fell open and she stared at him in astonishment.

He hastily began to apologise, thinking he’d offended her but she quickly interrupted him, “you’d do that? You’d be my date if I just let you base your character on me?”

Kakashi paused, eyes wide in surprise, probably at her acceptance of the idea, “well, yeah… it’s a big deal to me. Just like your ex’s wedding is a big deal to you.”

“Nice.” She grinned and hopped onto the counter, excitedly, “please feel free to then. I expect a nice male protagonist.” Preferably you.

Kakashi threw his head back and laughed. “You got it.”


The next week blurred by, and Sakura saw Kakashi every day. A sudden bout of inspiration appeared to have hit him and he started spending more and more time with her, claiming that talking to her is keeping his inspiration running.

She really didn’t mind, he had a brilliant mind and she immensely enjoyed bantering with him. In that single week they seemed to have built something like a friendship with the undertones of sexual tension.

Sakura tried to convince herself that only she was aware of that tension because there was no question when it came to wanting to jump his bones but hey, you can’t blame her, he was a really attractive man. However, she could’ve sworn she’d sometimes catch him staring at her mouth like he might lunge over the table and kiss her. She surely wouldn’t have minded.

She held onto his arm as they walked into the reception. It was packed and overflowing with people dancing and drinking themselves into a stupor. Strangely, it didn’t feel as bad to be there anymore, especially with the company of someone like Kakashi.

She led him to where Sasuke and Karin were greeting people.

They both stared at the silver-haired man next to her, looking almost gobsmacked as she introduced him as her date. “Sasuke, Karin, this is Kakashi. Kakashi, these are Sasuke and Karin.”

Kakashi nodded politely, a small charming smile tilting the corner of his mouth, “congratulations. I wish you happiness in your marriage.”

They continued to stare until the silver-haired man quirked an amused eyebrow.

“A-ah, forgive me but… are you Kakashi Hatake?” Sasuke asked, eyes drifting between Sakura and the tall man holding her.

“The one and only.” Kakashi winked and Sakura had to admit he surely could charm about anyone. “I’ll see you two around, yeah? It was nice meeting you. Come on Sakura, I’ve been dying to try that strawberry tart.”

Sakura giggled, following him away. She gave him a thumbs up when out of the newly wedded couple’s view. “That was perfect. I can’t thank you enough.”

“You sure you don’t want to make out where they can see for the final touch?” He teased lightly, but something in his eyes told her he wasn’t entirely joking.

Her heart pounded. It was moments like this that convinced her the silver-haired man found her attractive, too. “That would make a terribly convenient Icha Icha scene wouldn’t it?” She raised a challenging eyebrow despite the heat pooling in her belly.

Kakashi paused and now they were at the edges of the room, next to a pillar and was it just her or was Kakashi backing her into a corner? “Hmm,” he hummed contemplatively. “It depends on whether I would have to drag you back to the car and peel this lovely dress off.”

His voice dropped to a smokey whisper and her breath hitched. She hadn’t realised how badly she wanted him until she could practically feel the heat radiating off his body. His hands landed on her hips and he gently pressed her against the wall, keeping her hidden from view.

“And then what?” Her voice wobbled slightly as she felt his hot breath on her face, electrifying her skin.

She felt his hand on the exposed skin of her thigh, where the slit of her dress extended all the way up to her hip. “And then,” he murmured, their noses almost brushing together. His thumb traced the waistband of her panties, “maybe find out if you taste as nice as you look.”

He swallowed her gasp as his mouth captured hers in a hungry kiss and she couldn’t help the embarrassingly needy moan that escaped her as his hot tongue traced her lower lip and slipped into her mouth to tangle with her own in a heated dance.

The sound of the wedding faded from her ears to be replaced by the sound of her heart pounding in her chest. His hand traced her sides, pinching her hips closer to him so that their bodies pressed together.

Sakura was about to completely lose herself to the raging fire in her body when Kakashi pulled away from her, lips kiss-swollen and eyes mischievous and dark with something that made her toes curl. “So… car?”

This man was going to be the death of her. “Definitely.”


Originally posted by wonuflake

  • a/n: half of this plot I give credit to @wooziclef I was on call with her dorky ass while writing this so she contributed to parts of the backstory of Wonwoo. We also had way too much fun with creating the side characters for Jihoon, Seungcheol, Chan. 
  • vampire wonwoo here we go
  • born half human half vampire
  • his mother was a vampire who had fallen in love with a human, struggled to have a baby, thus sought help from the Lee clan who are a prestigious family of warlocks and witches
  • was conceived in the Lee home, when complications arose after Wonwoo’s birth, his mother had fallen incredibly weak due to the vampire’s body not being able to sustain a life in the womb
  • the result ended with Wonwoo’s father giving himself up and letting his mom feed on him because they believed a vampire would protect Wonwoo better than any human could
  • This only resulted in a struggling relationship between Wonwoo’s mother and him, she slightly blames the death of the love of her life on her son
  • Wonwoo lived his whole childhood in the Lee home, as repayment for helping conceive Wonwoo and birthing him, Wonwoo’s mother was assigned to protect the Lee’s youngest son, Jihoon
  • Wonwoo and Jihoon grew up side by side and watched each other grow through their years
  • As a half human, Wonwoo displays human morals therefore having more self control than other vampires
  • Therefore, he tends to feed off of animals or anything Jihoon gives him rather than humans
  • has century old books ranging from different genres, a lot of them are romance though since he leans towards the genre more
  • all books were given by Jihoon who retrieved them from his visits to the city
  • never really gotten out into the world until he was in his mid-teens when Jihoon coaxed him into the nearby forest to search for herbs that Jihoon needed for his potion
  • the sun was a lot brighter than Wonwoo imagines, the clouds were whiter, and the sky was bluer 
  • Wonwoo begins to go out more and knowing his mother would disapprove, he always states that Jihoon ordered him to go retrieve something
  • Jihoon, knowing how confined Wonwoo often feels, covers for the many trips that Wonwoo takes and reminds Wonwoo to always bring something back as to not seem so suspicious 
  • As Wonwoo reached his later teens, he begins to show aggressive attitudes towards his mother and often sneaks out more with no excuse
  • During one of his outings, Wonwoo runs into a band of vampires who quickly catch on to the fact that he is a half human
  • Being half human, Wonwoo’s body system still produces amounts of fresh blood which causes the band of vampires to charge towards him
  • While retreating does he notice another figure coming to defend him, seeing as the newcomer is much larger and stronger, the band of vampires disperse and scatter
  • Wonwoo notices that the newcomer is also a vampire but seems to have no trace of blood in their system
  • Introducing himself as Seungcheol, he offers Wonwoo a lemon out of kindness
  • Unsure of the situation, Wonwoo takes the lemon and Seungcheol explains that he is one of the rare vegan (but honestly the only one Wonwoo knows) vampires in the world
  • Considering it was dead middle of the night, Seungcheol offers Wonwoo a room in his home
  • upon arriving to the small home, Seungcheol is quick to give up one of his juice packets to Wonwoo
  • Wonwoo doesn’t reject out of politeness and kind of leaves the drink sitting on the table while Seungcheol drinks his own packet cheerfully
  • In the morning, when Wonwoo makes his way down the stairs, he’s greeted with an irritated Jihoon who then grips him by the ear, dragging him out the door, leaving Seungcheol who watched the commotion when he was cutting fruit
  • when brought back home, Wonwoo was chewed out by his mother who stated “why couldn’t you have been born as a full vampire”
  • hurt by the statement, Wonwoo sets out to prove that he is as much of a vampire as his mother
  • Wonwoo once again leaves the Lee home and sets his sights to hunt a human, 
  • Moving towards the countryside, he spots you walking away from the city and stalks behind you slowly
  • When you finally reach the door of your home is when Wonwoo makes his attack, when you unlock the door, Wonwoo places his hand over your mouth, and pushes you into your home
  • he bares his fangs, his eyes turning bloodshot,
  • Wonwoo can feel the fear radiating off of you as your heart contractions thump in his ears, he lowers himself to your neck his fangs scratching the surface of your skin and the small slip of blood reaches his lips
  • and that’s when he feels it, the tears sliding down your face barely touching his skin and he pulls away, fangs hung out but eyes reverted to their normal color,
  • your hand covers the wound on your neck as wonwoo’s face drains of color, the most silent “sorry” escapes his mouth before he’s dashing out the door
  • When Wonwoo arrives at his home later, he runs into Jihoon who’s casually levitating a bowl of fruit in the kitchen
  • “Can I ask you a question”
  • Surprised by the talking, Jihoon drops the fruit bowl onto the ground smashing it into pieces, Jihoon shrugs before he gives a wave of his hand and the bowl goes back sitting perfectly on the table without a scratch
  • “Sure”
  • “What do you do if someone gets injured. Like what do you give them to make them feel better”
  • Jihoon shrugs once more “I don’t know. A basket of fruit and some bandaids”
  • Jihoon was a bit sarcastic with his words but Wonwoo took them to heart
  • The next day, with a basket of fruit in hand (courtesy of Seungcheol) and a small packet of bandaids, Wonwoo sets them down in front of your doorstep, ringing the bell before quickly sprinting to the nearby tree, hiding behind it as he watches you step out
  • He notices your neck has been wrapped properly, your hair sways with the small wind, and he carefully watches as you examine the basket and bandaids with caution.
  • The confused expression brings creases to your forehead and Wonwoo can’t help but find it cute
  • as the days go by, Wonwoo visits more often than he had intended, at first he wanted to make sure your neck recovered fully, but then he noticed little things that often went wrong like the lightbulb in your front porch had burned out or how the small plant by your doorstep started to die
  • you were often puzzled when the light started working just as you were about to change it, or the plant suddenly started to come back to life or how the birds had suddenly stopped eating your growing fruits (thanks to Wonwoo who coaxed Jihoon into finding an agriculture spell that warded off birds)
  • One day, as he comes around, Wonwoo halts before he can reach the tree, the scent in the air has thickened, a demon
  • Wonwoo pounds on your door, when the door opens you halt, almost slamming the door in fear before he screams
  • “Wait please, I’m not here to hurt you! You need to leave!”
  • “How can I trust you when you tried to eat me a few weeks ago”
  • “You need to leave there’s a demon here!”
  • Your struggle with the door stops and your expression falls, a demons was wayyy worse than a vampire, Wonwoo grips your arm and pulls you out the door, telling you to run.
  • Wonwoo stays put, he follows the thick air to the backyard, and it starts to suffocate him slowly and he finally reaches the garden where he spots the person and just as Wonwoo is about the attack, the person whines
  • “Oh my gosh, it died. Oh no, what do I do. I feel so bad. How do I make it grow back, can I make it grow back? Do I have that power? Oh gosh”
  • Wonwoo is kind of in an awkward situation now like isn’t this suppose to be a demon, aren’t demons suppose to be mean and cold hearted
  • “um excuse me, demon guy, what are you doing?”
  • “Oh! A vampire! Good! I’m Chan, in training demon!” Chan pulls Wonwoo closer to the dead plant, “I think I killed it, is there a way to fix it. I feel so bad for the owner.”
  • Wonwoo tells Chan that it’s okay, he knows the owner and that they wouldn’t mind. Chan is overjoyed at the fact and leaves quickly to report that he has done his first evil deed (baby chan doesn’t know what evil even is)
  • Wonwoo finds you, he follows the beat of your heart that thumps loudly in his ear as it did before and he discovers you hiding in between trees
  • In silence, Wonwoo and You walk back to your home. At the front of your door you mutter a thanks and when he hears your voice for the first time, a soft and sweet tone, it makes his whole body jittery and he feels as though his heart is pumping more than it usually should
  • Wonwoo’s visits become more frequent and each time closer with you. As weeks pass, he finds himself helping you tend to your garden, light conversation of books passes the time, and with you, all his worries, all the expectations of being a ‘real’ vampire disappear because with you he feels as if he’s human
  • asks Jihoon why his chest hurts when he’s with you and why he always can’t stop thinking about you and Jihoon snickers
  • “You like her duh”
  • And now Wonwoo contemplates now because you are human, and he is half human half vampire. The fear of becoming just like his mother causes him much anxiety
  • on a late, when he’s sitting in your living room with you, the quietness sits in between you two and all there is, is eye contact and steady breaths
  • “I love you” Wonwoo states bluntly at that moment and he watches your expression fall, he feels your heart rate accelerate, “but I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t ever want to hurt you. And it scares me because what if I do hurt you, what if I become just like my mother”
  • and you move closer to him, your hand lightly pressed against his cheek, and you whisper the words the makes his heart thump as it skips beats
  • “I love you so much to know that you’ll never turn out like your mother.”
  • in the kiss, he feels warmth, it radiates from your hand and lips and the warmness causes him bliss that he hasn’t felt in forever.
  • sees Seungcheol in the garden with you “What are you doing here Seungcheol?”
  • “Wonwoo? Y/N here gives me discount on fruit. I use to steal from her until she caught me and now she gives me fruit for really good prices.”
  • remember little demon Chan, yeah he felt so bad later that he sent over a bunch of fruit seeds that lasted you for the next season
  • Wonwoo had become estranged with his mother to the point that he left the Lee household, technically didn’t leave, it was more of Jihoon giving him permission to have a separate home because if Wonwoo did decide to leave then there’s a lot of paperwork and his family had put spells on the paper so that Jihoon couldn’t just sign it quickly with magic
  • oh no, he had to sit down and sign each one with his hand and he was not going to sit and sign 200 pages just for Wonwoo
  • so Jihoon visits here and there just as a check up, also convinces you to grow certain plants for his potions
  • anyways, vampire Wonwoo loves you to the point that he would drain every drop of blood in him just for you. He’s protective but it’s a good protective. He just loves the way you make him feel, he loves how his blood heats up with you, and when he touches you, it’s the most electrifying feeling. The way he feels with you, it’s like being fully human.
Bonding Over Injuries

First, just letting you know that this is my longest fanfic to the time and it has been a wild ride. At one point I was just thinking about giving up but well, I decided to continue and this is the result. Hope you enjoy it and every type of feedback is accepted! Thank you in advanced!

summary: Evan Lester and Millie Howell have hated each other for who knows how long and so do their dads; until Millie gets injured. How will the two adults adapt to their kids’ new friendship after being enemies for so long?

words: 13.6k

trigger warnings: hospitals, broken bones, descriptive nightmares, mentions of blood

read on ao3 - (x)

author’s note: i don’t really know anything about medical things and I have never experienced a broken bone either so probably this is inaccurate and i’m sorry

“Dad, c'mon, I want to go on the swings and if we don’t go fast the big kids are going to take them…” a 7 year old Evan Lester said as he dragged his father faster to the park.

“Evan, we aren’t in a hurry, see? We are already here. Now go, have fun!” Phil said walking towards one of the few empty benches that weren’t occupied by parents, relatives or nannies after seeing his son run rapidly to the only free swing that was left. 

He watched him swing carefree and happy for a while and reassuring himself that Evan was fine he took out the book he had brought to read. It was going to be a relaxing day.

He was engrossed on his book when he spotted a shadow next to him, knowing it was Evan. “You tired?” he chuckled, knowing his son was such an energetic child he never got tired.

“Dad, you know I never get tired!” Evan huffed, “just coming here to tell you that I will be playing cops and robbers with other kids and… Millie.” he pulled a disgusted face when he said her name.

Millie Howell was Evan’s classmate. They both had been in the same class since they were babies and never got along well. Phil and Millie’s father, Dan, had often ended up at the principal’s office after his son and Millie had pranked each other in some way or another, getting on a fight that ended up with both of them being scolded by their fathers.

As stubborn fathers they both were, they always thought the fault it was the other’s child, so they often ended up also arguing and never tried to get along either. They were often worse than their children to be honest.

“Oh Millie,” Phil rapidly scanned the park around to spot her father, not really wanting to see the other parent, but relaxed when he didn’t see Dan. He guessed Millie was here with a nanny so he didn’t mind it much. “well, don’t worry about her, okay? now go, be the best cop you can and catch all those robbers!”

And with that Evan ran toward his team, who were probably conspiring on what to do to catch the other kids. Phil put his book aside and decided to follow the game, it was entertaining to see his ginger munchkin run around to catch the other kids. That when he heard a loud sharp cry.

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A/n: [Y/n] is Stark’s kid and an avenger, reader is gender neutral, and there’s a time skip. I think that’s it?

Originally posted by waywarddaughter

“Everyone, relax!”

Your voice carried around the ferry and you pressed a button on the side of your mask, the face of it sliding up. “You’re all alright,” you went on. “My name is-”

“You’re the White Falcon!” a voice exclaimed from somewhere in the crowd.

“Well, yes,” you said, a small smile forming on your lips. “Authorities are on there way. I must ask everyone to form a calm line to the left of the ferry. If you are injured, please stay where you are, I will assist you as soon as possible.”

Your father had been in the car with you during his terse phone call with Peter Parker, the boy you fought alongside with just two months before. He suspected something was wrong and it turns out, he was right. For once.

You both armored up and flew towards Peter’s location, having traced the phone call quickly as possible in the car ride back to the city to finish packing up your old bedroom.

Not a soul is unfamiliar with you. You are the dazzling [Y/n] [M/n] Stark, adopted child of Tony Stark, heir to his Avenger throne and company, and rising Avenger warrior. Teenagers all around have huge crushes on you, and everyone is impressed by you.

Tony Stark created the original blueprints for your suit after the battle with Loki left you stranded and alone in a crashing helicarrier. He decided then and there that he did not want you left unable to take care of yourself and trained you well.

You loved it then and you love it now. Being an Avenger-being a positive icon and a protecting symbole, it would never fail to make you happy.

So your dad decided to let you handle the ferry clean up.

“Firefly, get me police-me protocol,” you say to the A.I in your suit.

Her voice fills your ear pieces and you reposition your mask. Words are on your screen with clear instructions on what to do and what to say.

This is one of your first solo outings and you’re eager to prove yourself worthy.


You turn at the mention of your name and see Peter-or rather Spider-Man-rushing to your side. He’s breathing heavy and you could swear that his hands are shaking. “Do you need any help?”

You hesitate. Your father is pissed at Peter. You’re not really sure if you should let him help, but looking around at the civilians, crying and shaking and holding one another, you realize he should do something. “Gather the injured. Get them to one side of the boat. They’re going to need to get to a hospital asap. Firefly, get injury protocol to…the Spider-Man suit.”

“Karen. Her name is Karen,” Peter informed you.

Your white armor snaps tightly shut. You hold out a hand and Peter takes it, looking at you with a curiosity titled head.

Your A.I. took transfer data between suits, linking them together for easy contact.

“Get going. Hurry.”

That moment on the ferry had been the last you’d seen of Peter for a while. Anytime you asked your dad about him he got impatiently upset; not necessarily angry, though.

When you finally had enough of waiting around for answers, you went out in search of Peter.

Finding him had been easy enough seeing as he sticks to his area.

You knocked at his apartment one afternoon and his aunt opened the door. Her hair was longer than last time you spoke with her.

She greeted you with shock and was a very courteous host. “Peter’s in his room,” she told you.

Awkwardly shuffling to his door while avoiding May’s attempts to make you feel at home was like a mission itself. But it felt completed when Peter opened the door. He looked really surprised at first and allowed you in.

“Why, uh, why are you here? Not to be rude or anything.”

You stood in the middle of his room, looking really out of place. “I wanted to talk to you. Without my dad being my filter.”

Peter’s face fell at that. “So Mr. Stark didn’t send you.”

You shook your head apologetically. “No…he didn’t. I’m sorry.”

He leaned against his door, resting his head there too.

“Don’t be. It’s my fault anyways.”

“It’s not a matter of fault,” you assured him. “It’s just…” Just what?

Those unspoken words were being screamed by Peter’s sad face.

“We only spent the night together for three days or so,” you say slow. “You didn’t really get to know me all that well what with the fighting and the traveling and the…well, everything about that trip.”

Peter softly laughs, tugging at the hem of his sleeve. “Here, sit down,” he gently touched your shoulder and led you towards his bed. You two sat beside one another, shoulders touching.

“Tell me about yourself, then,” he said at once.

You chewed on your bottom lip for a few seconds, gazing nowhere in particular. “Peter, my worst memory is with that team. I was eleven at the time. My dad told me we were going on a trip and we drove all the out to get on this big helicarrier. I loved it. I met agents of S.H.I.E.L.D, played computer games, met badass people. It was by far the best. One day my dad and the badass people told me they were fighting a bad guy. A terrible guy. I paid not much attention to this. I was a stupid, naïve child. That ‘terrible guy’ grabbed me, used me to bait dad.”

You finally look at Peter whose pretty dark eyes are wide with terror. “Loki kidnapped you?”

“You’re fast. I never said who it was,” you tease, knocking your knee on his. “But yeah. He snatched me out of bed and tied me up on this roof. Dad saved me of course. Beat the shit out of Loki first. And he held me close and told me that I wouldn’t ever be in danger again. He designed a suit for me, then. And of course built it a couple years later. But that fear…that terrifying feeling of wondering whether you’ll live or die-it’s life changing. Once you feel it, you won’t forget it.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Peter asked in a quiet voice. 

You look at him intently and say, “Because I want you to understand that maybe it’s not so bad steering clear of the Avengers.”

Peter looked absolutely shocked. “Do you wish you had?” He sounded worried.

“Are you scared for me?” you tease again. He blushes and looks away. 

“No,” you answer his question. “No, I-They’re all I have. That team is my life. Literally. I have sculpted my life’s plan around them and at such a young age, too. But you have so much. Your aunt. Real friends, a real school. My only friends are a Russian spy and a 100 year old American flag. I’m homeschooled. And yes, I love it, but you might not. Peter. You have so much. You have-”

“Homecoming,” he blurts out.


“I have Homecoming. Next week. Do you want to go with, uhm…with me?”

You stare at him as you think. “What’s a ‘'homecoming,’” you ask blankly. He laughs nervously. “It’s a school dance.”

“Oh. Oh. I’ve seen movies so I am familiar with those.”

“So, ah, do you want to go? With me?”

You realize exactly what he’s asking you. Your heart beats a bit faster and you say ‘Oh’ a few more times. “Peter, I…I don’t think that’s a good idea,”  you finally muster out.

He nods, ruffling the back of his curly hair. “No, yeah, yeah, of course.”

“I do like you,” you quickly say, touching his shoulder. “It’s just-there’s moving day and my dad wouldn’t want me to-”

“To get my hopes up.”

You could nearly taste the bitterness in his words. Peter’s eyes softened out like thawing ice and he looked away from you. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have even said anything,” he mumbles.

“I’m really flattered. And if it helps, I think you’re pretty cute,” you say with a twitching smile.

Peter laughs, red blooming on the tops of his cheekbones. “I think you’re pretty cute, too.”

Moving day came in the blink of an eye. You thought over and over about Peter and his invitation to homecoming. Maybe you should have accepted it.

The dark debate left you torn and you decided to just let the situation alone. After all, you have other things to worry about.

As you taped boxes shut you daydreamed about what a real school dance would be like. People your age, swaying back and forth in the blinking lights to the beat of the music. The thought made you smile. You picture yourself in a pretty outfit and Peter wearing a matching tie, arms linked together.

But of course that image quickly disintergrates.

It’s a life that you can’t have-a life you shouldn’t have.

You’re an Avenger.

A warrior, a fighter.

You’re happy with that.

“Done with these boxes?” someone asks you. 

You stretch your arms up over your head. “Yes, Happy, I am.”

Happy checked something off on his clipboard. “Come on, I’ll send someone up to get your boxes. You gotta help me carry some other stuff onto the jet.”

You smirk while you follow him out of your old bedroom, a witty remark about him being an old man slipping from the corners of your mouth.

“Hold that thought,” Happy said, raising a finger. You frown at your comment going unnoticed while he answers a call he’s receiving through his tablet.

“You gotta be shittin’ me,” he said a moment later, ending the call and putting his tablet away.

“Who was that?” you ask, trying to peer over his shoulder into the device. “No one important,” he batted you away. “Let’s wrap this up!”

After moving some heavy equipment into the jet, you and Happy wave the jet away. “I still think you should call them back and let me be the pilot!” you say over the rushing wind.

“Not a chance, kid, not a chance.”

You pout at him, smoothing your hair back down. “Fine, fine, fine.”

“Your dad wanted me to give you these,” Happy followed up, digging into his pockets and tossing you a clinking set of keys. You cup them in your hands. “He’s given you permission to drive up to the base.”

Your wide eyes glitter. “Seriously?! Like, by myself and shit?!”

Happy eyes you, silently chastising your choice of words, but says, “Yes. Don’t crash, it’ll be my head he has.”

“Thank you so much!” you exclaim, throwing your arms around your uncle (for all intents and purposes).

The car is sleek and silver and programmed with Firefly.

“Hello, [Y/n],” she greets as you start the engine. “Your tank is filled and your suit is packed in the trunk. Where are we going tonight?”

“Home,” you reply in a pleased voice. “Let’s hit up a Sonic first, I’m in the mood for an ice cream.”

The speakers pound your favorite songs, the beat vibrating all throughout your bones. The thought ‘This is way better than a homecoming’ crosses your mind as the road widens to a highway.

Your song is cut of midverse with a phone call. You roll your eyes.

“Incoming call from your dad, [Y/n],” Firefly tells you.

“I guess we gotta talk to him,” you sigh, pouting that your singing skills were rudely cut short. “What’s up, dad?”

“[Y/n]! [Y/n], where are you?” He sounds worried-the hairs on the back of your neck stand straight. “Dad what’s wrong? I’m on the highway, driving to the base. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Thank God, she’s okay.” You assume he’s with Happy and your mom, assuring them that you’re safe. “The jet was hijacked.”

“What?! Where?!” you exclaim, your hands tightening on the steering wheel. “Keep driving to the base, stay with Vision. I’ll call you in an hour. Be safe!”

“Dad! Dad, don’t just hang up, tell me what’s going o-”

“He’s disconnected,” Firefly apologetically informs you. “I’ll search databases for more information,” she adds in a hurry. “You know me well,” you sigh, urging yourself to relax the tense muscles.

The rest of the car ride was spent taking phone calls from your parents, from Clint-who had heard about the fiasco on the news-, and gathering up information with Firefly.

Apparently some nut case called Adrian Toomes decided it’d be a good idea to try and steal the armors and weapons which your dad was having transported. But Spider-Man stopped him.

You tried to call Peter over and over but it went directly to voicemail each time. This worried you.

When you arrived at the base, you ran in to find Vision. “Has my dad called yet?”

“No, [Y/n],” he replied apologetically. “But I ordered you a ‘pizza.’ You prefer the Hawaiian, yes?”

“Yes,” you answered without really paying his question any mind. “Thanks. I’m going to call my dad. I’ll be in the kitchen in a bit.”

Your dad declined your call and responded instead with a text:

Tin-Dad-Pete is OK (10:23 pm)

Tin-Dad-Banged up a bit, but OK (10:24 pm)

Tin-Dad-Stay with Vis, your mom will be down thr in an hr (10:24 pm)

Tin-Dad-Im glad your safe (10:24 pm)

Me-I’m glad you’re safe too, dad (sent 10:25 pm)

Me-Love you (sent 10:25 pm)

Me-Vis and I are eating a pizza. CALL ME IN THE MORNING (sent 10:25 pm)


Tin-Dad-🤗🤗 (10:26 pm)

Me-Is that a yes? (sent 10:26 pm)

Tin-Dad-💯💯 (10:26 pm)

Me-I don’t think you know how to use emojis (sent 10: 27 pm)

Tin-Dad✔Read at 10:27 pm (10:27 pm)

Me-I don’t need this slander (sent 10:28 pm)

Me-Goodnight father. (sent 10:28 pm)

A few days later

The camera shuttering and flashes fazed you a tad. 

“Miss Stark, is there anything you can tell as about the Winter Solider?” a reporter calls from the thick crowd. You don’t see him in the congregation and everything falls silent, even the cameras, as your answer is awaited. 

“James Barnes is not a threat,” you reply calmly. You hope your nervousness isn’t relayed. “Are there any questions about today’s conference?” 

The noise rises back up. Flashes and shutters; scribbling on notepads, questions being shouted out at random. 

Your mom, Pepper, walks up towards the podium and whispers into your ear, “Your dad wants you. He’s just outside, I’ll take care of this.”

You nod and wave a hand out to the reporters. Your mom takes the stand as you walk yourself out, reminding yourself not to look out to the crowd out of fear of blacking out. 

You take a deep breath when you exit the conference room. You’ve done press conferences and interviews before, even of higher caliber, but always at the side of someone like Natasha or your dad. 

You’d been given the reins for today, however, since it’s the announcement of Spider-Man arriving to the Avengers and becoming your official right hand man. The past few days were spent practicing like crazy for any questions that may arise, and when you weren’t practicing that, you were texting Peter and talking about the hijacking on the jet. 

He really saved your ass with that one. And your dad’s ass. And everyone else’s. 

“There’s the second star of the day,” your dad dramatically says once he sees you. You push the door shut and roll your eyes. “Hi, Peter,” you wave. He is beaming, looking about as excited as a little boy on Christmas morning, and waves back. 

You engulf him in a tight hug. “I’m so glad you’re alright.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he chuckles. 

“You’re kidding, right? That shit you pulled was fucking insa-”

“Ah, language,” Happy interjects from the nearby corner. 

“Er, flippin insane! You-You saved so many lives! And you saved our armor, and who knows what would have happened if that Toomes dude had gotten his hands on any weapons there and-”

Your dad claps his hands to interrupt. “That’s enough flirting for now. Why don’t we let Peter try on the suit, huh?”

“The suit?” you and Peter ask at once. 

Tony clicks some buttons and the wall that is usually used for trophies or awards slides open. 

“Oh!” you exclaim happily. “That suit.”

“Well duh, this suit,” Tony says with a goofy smile. “So let’s get it on, eh?” he says to Peter, adjusting his blazer and glasses. “There’s some reporters back there, real ones, not bloggers,” he adds, a thumb gesturing towards the conference room. “When you’re all set we’ll get White Falcon in there and she can introduce the world to her new partner-in-crime-fighting-slash-Avenger, the Spider-Man.”

Peter is smiling, but it’s a smile of disbelief, as though he can’t even process what he’s seeing. “This is…wow.”

“Right?” you ask, stretching your arms over your head. “So after the press conference Happy will show you to your room. Where is he between, he’s next to Vision?”

You choke back a small laugh. “Vis isn’t a huge fan of doors.”

“Or walls,” your dad points out. “It’s fun. And you’ll fit right in, Peter.”

Peter finally turned away from the suit case, trying to muster up some words. He finally says, “Thank you, Mr. Stark. But I-I’m good.”

Your dad blinks. Then he looks at Happy, who shrugs. Then he looks at you. 

You also shrug. 

“Y-You’re good? Good-how are you good?” Tony asks. You feel amused at his disbelief. “Well I-I’d rather just stay close to the ground,” Peter explains. “You know, be the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man? Someone’s got to look after the little guy, right?” This time, Peter shrugged. 

Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine Peter turning down a spot on the team. Each time you’d seen him, he was desperate for your father’s approval, eager to prove himself, and now…well. 

“Are you turning me down?” your dad asks, pulling his glasses off. “Think about this, alright? Look at that.”

Peter looks at the suit and a split second later Tony says “Look at me. Last chance yes or no.”


There’s not a second of silence as Tony asks Happy to kindly drive Peter back home. 

“Uhm, can I walk him back to the car?” you ask, raising a hand like a shy kid in class. “I sort of need to talk to him.”

Tony continues to look shocked at each statement. “Thank you, Mr. Stark,” Peter repeats. You drag him away. 

“That was-”

“Surreal,” Peter scoffs, rubbing his face. “Did that just happen?”

“Yes,” you reply. “Yes, it absolutely did. What changed?” 

Peter looked down at you and shrugged a bit more awkwardly than before. “I dunno,” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Little guy, you know? Besides. I had some life changing moments. I’m not so sure I’m ready for the other one.”

You chuckle and tuck hair behind your ear. You look at him and finally say what you’ve wanted to say ever since you turned him down last week. 

“Do you want to hang out with me sometime? There’s this little schwarma place in Manhattan we could go to.”

“What’s schwarma?” Peter asked. 


“Oh. Yeah, I’m pretty familiar with food,” he said blankly. A moment later a teasing smile captures his soft lips. You lightly punch his shoulder. “Meanie. So it’s a date?”

Peter rubbed the back of his neck. His cheeks hurt from how widely he’s smiling but he hardly cared. “Yeah. It’s a date.”


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anonymous asked:

Hello! Do you think you could do something where the Inquisitor gets injured in battle, and/or faints due to stress? Dai characters, of course! (Your blog is coming along really nicely btw)

How about a bit of both? 😉 Thank you for requesting, and thank you so much for saying so!  I very much appreciate it. x

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Cassandra: The Inquisitor was fine when she first looked, but when she turned back around they were lying on the ground with a Red Templar looming over them.  After she managed to fight her way over to the Inquisitor, she checked to make sure the worst hadn’t occurred and was relieved to see they were still alive.  However, there were visible injuries on them and Cassandra did not want to risk the situation becoming worse.  Once the battle was over, she would return the Inquisitor to Skyhold and let the healers care for them.

Varric: He had noticed that the Inquisitor was looking paler than usual, but he didn’t say anything about it.  It was normal for someone in such powerful leadership to feel stressed, so the pair went about their normal tavern revelries.  It was half way into the night, and the Inquisitor just suddenly slumped out of their chair.  It gave Varric and the other patrons a good fright, and they managed to get the Inquisitor to the healers.  He made sure to keep an eye on them from then on and reminded them to rest often.

Solas: They were travelling through the Hinterlands when the small party were ambushed by a group of bears.  He could feel them becoming overwhelmed, and he desperately tried to erect barriers to protect himself and his companions.  He saw the Inquisitor go down from the bear’s claw, and only narrowly missed it hitting himself when he dragged them away from the fray.  He did his best to heal their injuries while returning them to camp, and he was astounded at his own worry for his companion.  Nevertheless, he was happy to see that they would recover with rest and healing in time.

Vivienne: She was getting her uniform for the Winter Palace fitted with the Inquisitor.  They were standing on the fitting platform, and Vivienne had noticed that the Inquisitor was starting to space out.  They weren’t really concentrating on what was happening around them, and they were just lucky that Vivienne was there to break their fall when they passed out.  The tailor had panicked and run for a healer, and Vivienne made sure that the Inquisitor was comfortable.  Once they awoke, she scolds them for not taking better care of themselves, especially so close to such an important date for the Inquisition.

Blackwall: Fade rifts had opened up all over Thedas, and it was the Inquisitions job to close them and make it safe again.  They had defeated the demons and the Inquisitor was closing the rift with their mark, but the pain was becoming overwhelming, and as soon as the rift snapped shut the Inquisitor was already on the ground.  He was worried that they suffered from other injuries, but when he searched them he found nothing.  He would ask for any healers in their party, otherwise he would rush them back to camp so they could consult Solas about the mark.

Sera: They were in the middle of baking, and the room had gotten quite warm from the oven.  The Inquisitor was starting to sweat, and couldn’t concentrate on what was happening around them.  Sera hadn’t noticed there was something wrong until the Inquisitor literally fell on top of her.  She would try to wake them up, and when she was unsuccessful would get the Iron Bull to carry them to someone who would know what happened to them.  Once the Inquisitor awoke, she gave them an earful about not telling her that they were feeling exhausted, but that was only to mask the fact that she was worried for her friend’s well being.

Dorian: Venatori were both annoying and not to be underestimated.  He doubted that the Inquisitor had underestimated them, but it seemed that luck was not on their side when the Inquisitor was hit by a particularly nasty spell.  Dorian stood over the Inquisitor and fought to stop anymore Venatori from coming closer, while simultaneously trying to check over the Inquisitor’s state.  Once the battle was over he would rush the Inquisitor to a safe place where they could heal, and despite him playing it off when the Inquisitor awoke, he was hovering by their side while they were unconscious the entire time.

Iron Bull: They had garnered great luck when fighting dragons thus far.  However, that luck didn’t seem to extend to this particular battle, when the Inquisitor got singed by the tail end of a fire ball.  The Iron Bull manages to pull the Inquisitor away from anymore danger, and depending on how the rest of their companions fared, they would flee from the dragon they were fighting.  The Inquisitor needed medical attention, and he would make haste  to someone who had the appropriate skills.

Cole: He would notice that the Inquisitor was feeling exhausted straight away, and would be there to catch them when they fell.  Literally.  He would also know exactly what to do to make them comfortable in their unconscious state, and he would know what to do to make them comfortable when they woke up.  After the Inquisitor’s fainting episode, he would make more of an effort to encourage them to sleep more so it wouldn’t happen again.

- Elvhen Glory

writerandstudent  asked:

Pick any characters you want. What causes them to be over protective of their s/o.

Picked two of my faves~  (♥ω♥*)

Originally posted by shisuithegreekgod


  • Shisui cares a lot for his s/o’s safety and will go to extreme measures to ensure that they are kept safe. In his mind, his s/o’s life is more important than his own. He gives his whole heart to you and won’t think twice before jumping in front of an attack to protect you.
  • If you’re on a mission without him, he’s nervous. He’ll spend a majority of his day thinking about whether you’re okay and if anything happened. While he knows his s/o is more than capable of taking care of themselves he can’t help it.
  • If you were to get hurt on a mission Shisui would definitely never leave your side. He’d want to know everything. What went wrong? Why did it happen? How did it happen? Were you okay? Sometimes you’d have to tell him to slow down or calm down because he’s jumping to conclusions. If you got hurt with him on a mission he would feel awful. He’d instantly blame himself and would probably shelter into himself a lot, wanting to see you but feeling guilty that it’s his fault you’re in that position in the first place.
  • Shisui isn’t an especially jealous person, he knows his s/o loves him otherwise they wouldn’t be with him, but he keeps an eye on you to make sure you’re okay. If he notices that you’re uncomfortable in a situation or someone is getting a little bit too close to you he will casually step in and help you out of it.

Originally posted by elliejoys


  • Kiba isn’t usually particularly concerned or worried if you go on missions. It doesn’t cause him to worry a great deal, because he knows you can handle yourself and most times you come back unscathed. However on the occasions where you do get injured on a mission he kicks into real high gear when it comes to being protective. He’s the kind of guy that will order the medics around and become increasingly bossy, making sure you’re well taken care of. He’ll sit by your bed and wait for you to get better, rarely leaving your side. 
  • When you are fully recovered he becomes slightly more possessive, wanting to know where you are or what you’re doing. Making sure you’re not over-exerting yourself. He just wants to know you’re okay.
  • When it comes to jealousy. Kiba is the definition of the green eyed monster. He views his s/o as his mate, and because of this no one should be flirting with you or approaching you. 
  • If he see’s someone he deems to be ‘too close’ he has no fear in walking up to them and pushing them away, asking them what their problem is and making it abundantly clear that you are very much taken.
  • Kiba will mark you to ward off potential “threats”. He’ll leave bite marks along your neck or shoulders, in plain view. He’ll also “subtly” place an arm over your shoulder in public or during conversation if he feels like he isn’t getting enough attention.
Cigarette Part1-SpiderMan



It had been 2 weeks since my mum had been to the doctors. If she doesn’t stop smoking, her respiratory issues will get worse and most likely will result in cancer, but she refused to stop. The only reason she had started was because my dad died, she said that the cigarettes and me are the only two constant things in her life, and she needs us for stability.

So since she refused to stop I would steal the packers she bought, I would remove majority of them as throw them out my window and leave one in the packet for her, so it was easier to convince her that she had smoked most already.

“I’m home” my mum said as she came flying through the door and gave me a tight hug. She had just got back from work with a bag of groceries and inevitably a packet of cigarettes was hidden in there.
“Alright sweetie, how was school?” She began to enquire as she started to unpack the shopping, as I continued to help in search of the dreaded cigarettes.
“Good mum, I had English today and we started work on a new novel, how was work?” As she began to tell me about how Mary lost the files that needs to be sent out by today, I discovered the cigarettes, emptying the packet I poured all but one into my pocket.
“Anyway mum, I need to get ahead start on my homework, We can talk more at dinner” She had already began to clatter about pots and utensils, so I slipped away into my room.

I pulled the cigarettes out my pocket and went to the window, then I slipped out onto the fire escape. I threw them off one by one, with each on that tumbled towards the ground a little bit of stress left me. It was very therapeutic, throwing away those cigarettes. Not to sound to much like fault in our stars but destroying the things that could kill my mum made me feel some what powerful. But with great power comes great responsibility and I was not responsible, so out of sheer curiosity I grabbed a lighter and set the cigarette on fire, and pressed it softly to my lips. I had never done this before I know I shouldn’t, I’m only 15, It was illegal but the temptation was to much. I wanted to understand why my mum did it.

As I began to inhale the toxic greyness that was begin emitted off the white stick, the sweet smoke drifted coolly down my throat and swirled around my lungs like a hurricane. I exhaled, letting the smoke dance out my mouth as It coiled into the darkening sky of Queens and began to blend softly into the skyline. I understand why I got a rush off of it, I hadn’t smoked before but I made no sense for my mum to do it, defeated I dropped the cigarette and let it fall into the alley way below me,
“Ahh! Shit! What was the?!” Someone began to yell from below. Crap. I precariously leaned over the edge preparing to give an apologetic smile and say sorry, I assumed it would be some drunk or homeless man but much to my surprise, Spiderman stared back up at me and narrowed his bizarrely expressive eyes.
“Oh, your Spider-Man” I said out loud now beginning to panic. Not only did I drop a lit cigarette on someone’s head but that someone was Spider-Man, a fucking superhero! I grew more nervous the longer he looked at me and the crush I had on the hero didn’t help me.
He shot a web up to the platform I was standing on, still holding the cigarette that bounced off his head in his hand.
“Is this yours?” He said, looking confused, I don’t think he anticipated that the crime he would catch someone committing tonight was a dumb teenage girl smoking a cigarette.
“Heh, m-maybe” I flashed him an awkward smile.
“Why were you smoking?” He tried to sound intimidating.
“I wanted to know what it was like, my mum does it, I wanted to understand why”
“Oh” that clearly wasn’t the answer he was anticipating,“What was it Like?” He was now intrigued by my thoughts.
“Aren’t you old enough to smoke yourself? Surely your over 18, right?”
“Oh, um yeah, of course I am” He drastically lowered his voice, making him sound less convincingly older.
“So does that mean your more of a Spider-Boy than Spider-Man?” Both of us had completely forgot the reason why he had swung up to me in the first place, and now entirely distracted with our new conversation.
“No! I’m Spider-MAN! MAN!” he overly emphasised man, he was probably rolling his eyes under that mask.
“Okay, Okay Spider-Man, Calm down” we both fell into an awkward silence, but I didn’t know what else to to say. I wanted to keep talking to him, he was not only a superhero but he seemed interesting,
“So, uh how are you?” Stupid, I mentally faced palmed, he’s a superhero, he’s fucking great.
“What?” He seemed both confused and startled by my question, but there was no backing out now.
“I asked How are you?”
“I’m good, I mean not much crime tonight, so, no injuries” I never thought about it, what if he got injured? Where would he go? Does he have anywhere to go? Does anyone know he’s a superhero? He’s probably about my age, he’s just a kid.
“How often do you get injured?” I pulled the cigarette out of his hand, it had burned out so I threw it into the alley way below.
“I don’t know, depends if there’s a fight really, sometimes the injuries are bad but I’d rather it was me than getting hurt than someone like you” I was nearly blushing, I sat down on the steps behind me and placed my head in my hands. This covered the pink glow on my cheeks as SpiderMan stepped closer towards me.
“If it’s really bad you could come over here? I have a bit of medical training thanks to my parents” My mum and dad were doctors so that gave me some basic knowledge and my mum taught me somethings when my dad’s illness got worse.
“So maybe I could treat some of your wounds, next time?”
“I would really like that, thanks”
“Well I can’t have Queen’s hero hobbling back to their house when I can help”
“I-I don’t actually know your name, What is it?”
“My name? It’s Y/N”
“Y/N, good name”
“Heh, Thanks” I smiled letting the blush fully shine on my cheeks.

He stood in front of me, studying my face as I began to study his suit, It was fascinating. Then the peaceful silence we were immersed in was shattered when in the distance a large, bright, blast boomed just two streets over.

I looked into the eyes of his mask,
“Um…well, you should probably go and help, but don’t forget I can always help you if you need it”
“I won’t forget Y/N”
“Good, I’d rather not see you get hurt, Goodbye Spider-Man” Just as he was about to swing a web in the direction of the blast I said,“Oh and sorry about that cigarette”
“It’s not a problem, and thanks for talking to me, not many people are up for a conversation”
“Your mother fucking Spider-Man, I’ll talk to you anytime”

I turned to head back in through me window and as I glanced back around he was no longer on my fire escape. In the distance I seen him swing from building to building, as he morphed into the skyline.

That night the rain battered down against my window as the storm ragged on outside, initially I thought that’s what the pounding was-or my neighbour got lucky- however much to my surprise and horror it was Spider-Man. He clung desperately to the window frame outside as he clutched his right side, both his suit and hand soaked in blood with his suit littered with tares and cuts. The eyes on his masked had scrunched up and through the window I could hear him moan and whine in pain from his fatal wounds.

‘Spider-Man what have you done?!’

Part 2

anonymous asked:

Hi, how would RFA gang + minor trio deal with a short MC (like 5' and just tiny in general) that doesn't like being called cute, people patting their head, or being used as an arm rest, but would just barely make an exception for the person they're interested in/in a relationship with? Bonus if MC is just slightly older than them or is as old as Jumin and V. PS: Love the Professor Layton emoji's

Grouping these requests together, because what’s better than a short, older tsundere~? (PS i love this MC plz feel free 2 ask for them again)


  • “Ugh, if you have to send your selfies to someone, just send them to me so you don’t bother anyone else.”
  • because you HATE the fact that 707 lords the fact that ~he knows what you loooook liiiike~ over everyone, you send the group a picture to take him down a peg and
  • man
  • He really can’t read you though, but that’s because you’re grumpy and incredibly hard to interpret. Even though you say you call him an unrepentant narcissist, you save every one of his pictures, and hold your phone to your chest whenever he says something nice to you.
  • Your form of encouraging him is mainly telling him that he is, objectively - it’s not anything about your personal opinion, it’s just objective - a good actor, and anyone saying otherwise is a moron.
  • that makes him feel weirdly good, particularly since - despite what you say - you’re always on his side and encouraging him in your own way.
  • he can’t help but call you cute and his princess which just
  • annoys you
  • but he also not doing it sarcastically which makes you feel weirdly nice but
  • hE DEFINITELY does that thing where he puts his hand on the top of your head because you’re SO SHORT
  • and SO ANGRY
  • and he can just put his palm on your forehead as you try to get at him because he’s super buff and you’re just a tiny, ineffectual steamroller
  • “i DO TAXES”
  • ok Zen admittedly does tease you a lot b/c he thinks its funny but once he realizes that there is some actual baggage due to your height he lays off and actually starts specifically complimenting you on your intelligence, skill, and professional abilities
  • which takes you off guard and you really
  • really
  • like it.
  • (at one point, he does the hand-comparison thing with you - you and him putting your hands up against each other to see how big his is in comparison to yours - and he grins so widely and damn does your heart go pitter-patter)
  •  whenever you have a talk or something important to do he is ALWAYS THERE IN THE FRONT ROW
  • (one day, one of your colleagues makes a short joke about you on stage and he’s like…. ready to fite someone)
  • He says to you later that he knows you can take care of yourself but he also wanted to deck that guy
  • (it’s time for doki-dokis from you SHIT)


  • you find it extremely difficult to be properly tsundere around Yoosung because he is just this adorable little chick of a person
  • like
  • just thinking about getting annoyed at him makes you feel weird
  • and as soon as you see his dumb cute face in his avatar you just kind of deflate and calm down.
  • (seriously Yoosung becomes your chill-out medicine whenever you hear his voice on the phone babbling about something ridiculous you’re like)
  • (okay)
  • (things aren’t so bad, Yoosung exists)
  • you do say exactly what you’re thinking regarding his grades tho - like yoosung, quit gaming and study christ
  • “you need to take school seriously”
  • “this is me, as a professor, telling you to shape up”
  • “………iii…. am an intelligent, competent scholar who is well respected in my field, yes?” you say to the shocked chatroom, who had, from your picture, thought you couldn’t even be 20.
  • well first of all yoosung, DON’T YOU THINK I’D RECOGNIZE U IF I TAUGHT YOU
  • (and also in the interests of not making it weird, you A.) don’t teach at his school and B.) are actually a very young, newly appointed professor)
  • but that does mean you have your Shit together, and you start getting on Yoosung about his academics. when he gets bad quiz grades, you offer to tutor him, because hot diggity are you smart
  • the two of you stay Just Friends for a pretty long time because Yoosung kinda really needs to grow up a bit like
  • you are around Jumin’s age but the life experience gap is still pretty extreme
  • but he starts to really, really admire you and how - even though you’re often gruff with him - you always believe in him and how he can do better
  • makes him want to really become an adult.
  • He starts working himself out. He takes his studies seriously, he relies on other people for less, he does his own taxes and becomes a much better cook…
  • you and everyone else are kinda shocked by the change tbh.
  • One time, when he’s with you, he looks down at you and stares for awhile and you’re like
  • oh fuck here we go
  • he’s going to be like “wowwwww i can’t believe you’re so MATURE when you look so CUTE and SMALL” because he’s done it before aND SO HAS EVERYONE ELSE
  • (you can’t get mad at him but it BOTHERS YOU)
  • but when you ask him what he’s thinking, he just shakes his head a little and says, “Do you think I look good next to you?”
  • “I’ve been trying really hard - do you think I can ever catch up and be a good match for you?”
  • “I want to be a mature guy you can feel comfortable relying on…”
  • (ahhhh????/??!?!?????)
  • (you’ve clawed your way to the top and here is this sweet mild person wanting u to rely on them?? that’s ODDLY ENDEARING??)
  • anyway yoosung tries 2 be a cool dude for the tiny, angry professor he loves and you are embarrassed


  • you actually have a pretty good working relationship with Jaehee because she is far too mature to join in with the other’s blatant disrespect of your height
  • you actually have a very ‘office ladies’ like friendship where you complain about the dumb people in your respective lives
  • “oh my god so this fellow professor i know did the DUMBEST FUCKING THING, i s2g if he didn’t have tenure”
  • “another cat project… another cat project….”
  • you frequently tell Jaehee to knock ‘em dead and she’s not sure if you mean that literally or not.
  • knowing u it’s probably both
  • Anyway Jaehee doesn’t really see much of your tsundere side directed at her, until she actually meets you in person.
  • the first time she sees you - really sees you - she is
  • struck
  • dead.
  • seriously it’s like - the same feelings she gets about Zen? she gets about you, because not only did you come from low beginnings and claw yourself up with your blatant determination despite what others said about you (which she finds inspiring), you’re also so adorable
  • cute features, tiny body, omg… omg…. o m g…………
  • omg jaehee, the serious office lady, is SWEATING
  • but she knows that she needs to keep her freakin’ mouth shut unless she wants to die
  • (also you are extremely smart like you went to school and worked at the same time and you just got ur doctorate like um excuse me could you chill)
  • but she can’t contain it totally.
  • One day, she’s out shopping with you and she sees a cute, frilly dress in the window that would look so…. cute on you… and she stops and stares at it.
  • You look at her, clearly baffled because - Jaehee. Is that… your style…?
  • and she’s like no omg i just think it would look good on you
  • i mean
  • oh no
  • and your eyebrows go up but Jaehee has the benefit of the doubt by now so you don’t blow up.
  • …….and the next time you guys go out together
  • you are wearing that dress she liked
  • and jaehee faints.
  • (she can die happy)
  • pictures of you start to join the altar of Zen she has in her apartment

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[TRANSLATION] Musical Touken Ranbu Kashuu Kiyomitsu Tanki Shutsujin 2017: Cast and Crew Reactions (Part 01) - Touken Danshi and the Human Team (Twitter)

Here’s a compilation of the reactions of the cast and crew from the Musical Touken Ranbu franchise to the “Musical Touken Ranbu Kashuu Kiyomitsu Tanki Shutsujin 2017”.

In this part, I’ve translated and compiled the Tweets from the Touken Danshi and the Human Team xD

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