hope you guys like this one :)

Failed Deception

Anon asked:  “can you do a taehyung bad boy scenario like you did with yoongi and hoseok? i just found them and theyre so cutee 💓💓”


PAIRING: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Badboy AU!, Fluff
Word count: 1.5k


 Taehyung wants to hold your hand and kiss you but he doesnt want to ruin his bad boy image

A/N: You guys are really liking this whole bad boy thing huh!Thank you for liking my other scenarios and thank you so much for requesting this one. I enjoyed writing and I hope you enjoy reading it!! Also I might just make this into a series since only 3 more members are left :)

Others members: Yoongi ver // Hoseok ver // Jeongguk ver 


Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

When Taehyung had asked you out on a date you hadn’t expected for it to be at a carnival. You were expecting something along the lines of a club where you would have to wear some skimpy dress, and probably spend the night coughing your lungs out because of all the smoke vapours and pungent alcohol smell. But you were very surprised when Taehyung unwrapped the blindfold and your eyes had fallen on the giant ferris wheel and a crowd of people bustling from place to place having a good time.

“You like it?” he smiled warmly at you. You shook your head looking around trying to soak in the beautiful sight. He was worried that you didn’t like it and was about to offer to take you to a place of your choice but you interrupted him. “I love it” you whispered and as soon as the reassuring words had left your mouth his frown disappeared and his face lit up with a bright smile. One that made your heart race.

As soon as you approached the booth to buy your tickets , Taehyung found himself to be on the receiving end of a shocked stare. You had to stop yourself from giggling because you understood the sentiment. After all Taehyung wasn’t someone who usually frequented such domestic events, rather everyone expected to find him at some underground joint getting high. Understanding why he was being stared at, Tae opted to glare at the guy and hissed under his breath some very colourful swear words that had the young man in front of you fumbling with the tickets.

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Play pretend - Bucky Barnes

Summary: In order to accomplish your mission Bucky and you have to pretend to be married. 

AN: I have decided to rewrite the old “fake married” and this is what came out of that. I’m thinking there will be more parts, but i’m still not sure how many yet. This took a while to write so keep that in mind. That’s all. Hope you guys like it. x

Originally posted by gliceria

“We have suspicions that a couple in this town,” Steve pointed to the huge screen behind him, “has ties to the crime organisation KIRA. We are worried they might be planning an attack.”

The meeting room was filled with all the Avengers and Steve who was assigning new missions.

Steve grabbed two files, “Here is everything we know about them.”

“Y/N and Bucky,” you straightened up at the sound of your name, “ you will be going on an undercover mission. All further information is also in the files. You leave in 2 days.”

Steve threw the files over the table in your directions before moving on to the next mission.

You quickly flipped through the files to get an idea of what the mission entailed. Essentially what you would have to do was pretend to be married and gain the couple’s trust and figure out what they are planning.

You glanced over at Bucky trying to access how he felt about this but all you got was a brief unknown emotion quickly replaced by a reticent look. You didn’t know what you hoped to see, but not being able to read him threw you off. Hopefully, he wasn’t cursing Steve out in his mind for assigning the two of you on the same mission.

“Dismissed.” Steve ended the meeting and you let the thought slide as you left the room.

The day had passed by in the blink of an eye and the halls were lit up with bright fluorescent lights that made your tired eyes squint in pain. You hurried into your own room, quickly slipping out of your workwear grabbing an oversized shirt laying nearby. You grabbed the file, slid under the duvet covers, and were ready to study it until you knew everything by heart.

You would be going undercover as Lisa Wright, a 24-year-old, known for being charitable and always volunteering at events. Bucky would be going undercover as Jared Wright. The recently married Lisa and Jared were currently trying for a baby and had decided that moving to the suburbs would be the best environment for a family.  

Pretending to love someone would forever be one of the hardest parts of going undercover. People were quick to notice, subconsciously, if something’s off. You had to sell the act or else everything would fail.

You read the next page of the file containing all the information they had gathered on the couple so far. Amy and Daniel Williams had moved to the town two years earlier from an unknown location. Further information about their lives could not be found suspiciously. They were involved in all of the town’s events and had quickly snaked their way into the town community. It was now up to Bucky and you to gather more information that could possibly incriminate them.

The next day was spent preparing to leave. Furniture and other knick-knacks were taken care of for you and would arrive with you to the house. All you had to do was to fill some suitcases with enough clothes that would look realistic. You packed the usual housewife clothes like summer dresses, knowing you would have to blend in. Sifting through the clothes you had been sent took longer than expected and by the time you were done it was already evening.

“Who’s ready to eat some pizza?” Wanda and Nat didn’t wait for you to open the door but let themselves right in. Wanda carried two large boxes of pizza and threw them down in front you before gracefully sitting down on the armchair. Natasha came in seconds later carrying a bottle of wine and three glasses.

“I guess I am.” you laughed helping Natasha put down the glasses on the small table before sitting down on the couch. You reached out to open the bottle pouring the liquid into the glasses.

Working top secret missions and risking your lives on a daily basis took a toll on you. Friends weren’t something you got easily, the worry that they would be targeted stopped most of you from forming any. The girls had been a pleasant surprise and nights like these could almost make you feel like a normal woman.

“So what does your mission entail?” Wanda asked curiously.

You took a sip of your glass before answering, “I have to pretend to be married to Bucky so we can gather information.”

Natasha raised her eyebrow smirking over the rim of her glass. “Bucky, huh?”

“Stop, don’t make it something it isn’t.”

“The two of you do look awfully close…” Wanda added remembering all the times she walked in on the two of you sitting close laughing together.

“We’re just friends. Good friends.”

“Very good friends, indeed.” Nat didn’t miss the flush that crept over your neck as you grabbed a piece of pizza trying to change the subject.

“What about you guys?” The girls let the topic lie, letting you off the hook for now.

You spent a few hours just catching up with the girls and relaxing before it was time for bed. Tomorrow you would be in a completely different town pretending to be someone else possibly endangering your life. When you would be back was unknown but hopefully, it would be soon.

The house looked like it came directly out of a movie with its white picket fence and gorgeous garden. The surrounding houses looked exactly the same and fit the picturesque town. 

“Where do you want this?” One of the men helping you move pointed to the couch.

“Oh, just in here.” You lead the way showing him to the living room. You were almost finished getting the larger furniture into the house so you started unboxing the boxes to the kitchen.

Bucky was currently upstairs assembling your new bed. The bed the two of you would be sharing. Sleeping in together. Oh boy. The girls might have been correct about the two of you being close. But this would bring you into entirely new territory. 

The house started to look put together after a few intense hours of unboxing. There was still some boxes left but those would have to wait till tomorrow. The downstairs was almost done and just needed a few personal touches. 

“Doll, are you ready to eat? I made us dinner,” Bucky asked sticking his head around the corner so he could look at you. 

You followed him through the kitchen to the small dining room. “You made lasagna?” you exclaimed delightfully.

“You told me once it was your favourite,” He shrugged casually.

“I can’t believe you remembered” You gave him a soft smile, “Shall we?” 

You both sat down and Bucky began cutting into the lasagna. You gave him your plate silently and soon the two of you were eating peacefully. 

“I saw a few curious neighbours looking through their windows when I was outside,” Bucky said. 

“Well, they probably haven’t seen new faces in a while,” you wiped your mouth carefully with a napkin. 

“It is a small town, “ Bucky agreed, “I’m sure tomorrow someone will come knocking.”

You hummed, “This is probably the last night we can be ourselves without having to worry about being bugged.”

“Well, let’s enjoy it then.” He raised his glass in cheers. 

“To a night with no worries.” You repeated clinking your glasses together. 

The rest of the night was uneventful. Bucky somehow got the TV to work so you spent a few hours watching a movie before you decided it was time for bed. 

“I’m gonna go to bed,” you told Bucky getting up from the couch. 

“I’ll be up soon,” he responded.

You changed into some of the nightwear you brought with you and after finishing your nightly routine you slid into the newly made bed. By the time Bucky joined you were already half asleep.

“Goodnight, doll,” he whispered putting the duvet that had slid off over you again. He paused for a moment before you felt his hand brush some hair back. He laid back down with a sigh. Tomorrow all your troubles would begin and hopefully, you would both come out of it unscathed.

cookiewafflenerd  asked:

Headcannon where Rfa+V+Saeran is scared of something strange or an everyday object, and cant seem to get over it? (Also I love your guy's headcannons)

We hope this is what you meant? Hope you like it~ 



  • He doesn’t own a candle for a reason
  • He had a dream once that his hair got caught in the flame and he went bald
  • Ever since then, he’s never had one again
  • You found out when you started bringing them into his house
  • Whenever you would light them, you would notice they would be blown out two seconds later
  • Zen just can’t handle it
  • Sometimes he’ll blow it out just as you light it


(Porcelain Dolls)

  • One of his aunts had a collection of them in her house
  • When he was little, he had to sleep over due to a family emergency
  • He was haunted by those eyes that followed him around
  • It didn’t help that he saw a horror film featuring them when he was a little older
  • Ever since then, he’d be squeamish with most dead-eye looking dolls
  • He gets shivers even when he passes by one in a gift shop
  • “The eyes! They’re following me.”


(Squidgy Stress Ball)

  • You found out when you were looking through some gifts her co-workers got her
  • You pulled out the little, squishy stress ball
  • And she started flailing her hands and telling you to put it away
  • She just doesn’t like the look of it
  • And she really doesn’t like the feel of it
  • It makes her think she’s holding a squishy rodent or something
  • She’s really squeamish around it too


(Anything covered with Tiny Holes)

  • Basically, he has trypophobia
  • He gets really tense whenever there’s a fruit or vegetable whose seeds look all webbed and holey
  • Even things like strainers give him goosebumps
  • If you bring something like that towards him, he will become as skittish as a cat
  • He doesn’t know where the fear came from, but he just hates it
  • It’s also one of the reasons he prefers stripes and lines over circle patterns



  • You noticed he never feeds them
  • Which is odd because he loves all types of animals except insects
  • Turns out he’s scared of them
  • If there’s a flock of them near a lake, he will take the widest detour to avoid them
  • If the geese start hissing, you don’t even see him run
  • He just disappears into thin air  
  • He actually does have a reason for it, considering he once got chased and bitten on the butt by a goose



  • He’s not scared of it as much as he loathes the feeling of it
  • He doesn’t like sticky textures in general
  • But tape is the worst
  • He’ll use it to actually tape things shut
  • But he hates when any part of it gets stuck on his skin
  • If it does, he takes forever to peel it off because he’s cringing so much
  • You’ll hear the quiet, “Ew ew ew ew” until he gets it off



  • When there was no dishwasher in his house, you thought he was just old fashioned
  • Nope
  • Turns out he’s freaked out by dishwashers
  • He doesn’t like the sound they make
  • He also doesn’t like putting dirty dishes into a machine
  • It weirds him out for some reason

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Originally posted by inkedcross

Pairing: Harry x Reader

Request: It wasn’t it just came to mind

Warnings: Mentions of death and.. it’s basically trigger warnings I guess? 

A/N: I hope you guys like this :)

“I am not having this conversation right now,” I stated frustratedly

“Bloody hell, Y/N! Just answer the fucking question!” Harry yelled switching the gear

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anonymous asked:

Light, you've been chained to L for quite a while now. Have you learned anything about his past cases? I feel like L has dealt with some jam loving killers possibly more terrifying than Kira even! Also for absolutely, totally, /completely/ no related reason...what do you think about orphanages? (Totally not an excuse to ask the artist if we'll see any of the other wammy boys in the future)

(Decided to tie in this ask with these two as well:)

Full answer under cut! It’s a long one, since I got carried away!

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You Again, But I Don’t Mind (ft. Kang Daniel)

Title: You Again, But I Don’t Mind

Member: Kang Daniel (Wanna One)

Rating: 19+


#1 Tonight, just the two of us [Energetic]

#3 I wanna see you again [Never]

#Uh, I don’t like those other guys next to you [Energetic]

Here you go Anon-nim! I’ve been having Daniel fever lately (I mean who doesn’t T.T) so I hope you don’t mind that I used Daniel for this one!

Hope you like it >.<


Originally posted by wooyoungbby

You’ve been trying to avoid him ever since the two of you hooked up by mistake that one night. You were too drunk and he was too hot. Well, he’s always been hot. But strangely enough, he’s been around you more often nowadays. You didn’t even know you guys were in the same faculty until he started to show up for philosophy classes.

At first you chose to ignore him, giving him the cold shoulder like the ice princess you were, but as time went by you got used to his presence. 

Unknowingly, you had started to look forward to his lazy morning ‘hello’s as he dropped his body to sit next to you in class. And him occasionally slipping a loose flyaway behind your ear when you’re taking note. You even found his cheesy pick up lines appealing. And that is a wonder.

Honestly, was there something between the two of you?

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localneighborhoodhippy  asked:

Hello beautiful ! Thank you guys for such an amazing page, it's been one of my go to places when I'm stressed out or my anxieties high and just shut my mind of haha. I was just wondering if maybe you know of like fanfics where stiles or Derek are truck drivers ? I looked threw the library and I couldn't find any tags for it unless I'm blind then yikes I'm sorry dummy me. Thank you for everything you do !!! Hope you have a wonderful day. 😊❤️ - Juliana ♡

hi there! thank youuu so much <3 we didnt have that tag but here is what I was able to find

We Drove All Night by Amethystina (1/1 | 13,867 | PG13)

It’s just Stiles’ luck that when he desperately needs to go home to Beacon Hills for the weekend, his Jeep is out of commission and the busses and trains have already stopped running for the night. Being more or less stranded, Stiles is grateful when his dad arranges for him to hitch a ride with some local truck driver on his way home.

Still, Stiles would have appreciated being given a heads up on just how gorgeous said truck driver is before he agreed to spend an eight-hour drive in an enclosed space with the man. Stiles might want to kiss Derek senseless, but it doesn’t seem like a very good idea considering the circumstances and the man’s unwillingness to talk. Not to mention his suprisingly intimidating countenance.

So, once again — just Stiles’ luck.

End of the Road by katieh28 (14/14 | 34,691 | PG13)

30 year old truck driver Derek Hale is on a trip to see his estranged father in Boston one last time before he dies. What Derek never expected, however, was for what was supposed to be a quick last visit and nothing more turning into the most important journey of his life. On the road he finds a severely injured teenager on a mission of his own, a boy like no one else he’d ever known in his life. What was supposed to be an easy, meaningless trip turned into one of sacrifice, forgiveness, self discovery, and possibly, maybe, love.
Two people, forever controlled by their past, finally get the chance to rewrite it.

Canine-partner-in-crime by SPCMRose (1/? | 7,828 | PG13)

Derek’s good at his job. He gets in and out and steals what he needs. He’s on the hunt for a new score when a truck driver decides he makes a good practice target

He’s only out of commission for a few days (he’ll be right as rain in a week, a month tops) when some kid adopts him.

Derek knows he needs to move on… But there’s just something about the lanky, sporadic teen that picks him instead of an admittedly cute Yorkshire terrier, that makes him want to stay. Just for a little while.

I Wanted It to be Real

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

THIS IS IT the final chapter! This is for all of you who have been reading this, your comments have been wild and I want to say thank you, ‘cause I love writing these things but you guys just make it so much more wonderful and fun. I love you all and I hope you like the last chapter.

Chapter 6

I’m hiding out in one of the hallways, pacing up and down past the empty classrooms and hoping he won’t look for me. My stomach rumbles, but I ignore it. I feel too sick to eat anyway, sick from worrying, sick from thinking about what I said to him and what he must be thinking.

I should have known better than to start this whole thing. I should have known that I couldn’t let Baz show me that other side of him and then just go on hating him like none of it mattered.

I should have known that I would fall for him. That, right now, seems more inevitable than anything else that’s happened. More, even, than this war leading to one of us ending the other. More inevitable than my breakup with Agatha, even after our relationship had been going downhill for years, more inevitable than the fact that eventually, whether it takes just days or weeks or months, I always lose control and go off. How could I not have seen it before?

I saw his face when I told him. He was shocked, and it’s the smallest of victories, that at least he didn’t sneer at me and tell me he’d known all along, that he’d planned to make me fall for him. I don’t think he planned this. (I started it, after all. And I’m realising now that there were other ways I could have gotten Malcolm Grimm to back off that didn’t involve wrapping my arms around Baz.)

Maybe I should have stayed, to get it over with, so at least Baz would have had to respond to me while he was still shocked. Now I’ll have to face him again and he’ll have had time to think about it, to put on his mask where he acts like he doesn’t care about anything or anyone and nothing can hurt him. Now he can say exactly the right words to cut me down. I should have stayed. But as soon as I blurted it out, I got scared, and I ran off.

I’ll have to face him eventually, but not today. I don’t have the strength for it. I’ve wasted more magic than I normally would in an Elocution lesson, spilling it across the length of the hallway so it crackles in the air around me. When night has fallen and dinner must be long over, I’ve calmed down enough that my magic is under control.

I’m not going back. I’ll stay with Rhys and Gareth, or I’ll stay in the library. I can’t face him yet.

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My Best Friend

Hey guys!  Here’s a random one-shot I wrote…  Hope you like it!  BONUS POINTS to anyone who can figure out the song that I loosely based this off of (even though it’s not a song fic)!

“No, listen-  That’s not what I meant!”  Natsu’s voice was a few octaves higher than it normally was; it mixed with the raspiness of his voice and made it sound like a rusted door swinging on its hinge.  He sighed heavily and ran a frustrated hand through his rosy hair, all while Lucy sat curled up in one of his leather arm chairs, Blink 182 playing in the background, turned low by Lucy soon after Natsu had gotten the call.  “You know I didn’t mean it like that.”  Natsu huffed, now standing in front of his window, looking out into the darkness of ten o’clock at night, arms crossed, and brows creased.  

His frustration had gone on for over an hour now, and Lucy felt mildly helpless to the situation, though she wouldn’t even know where to begin if she tried.  Natsu’s girlfriend, she didn’t even know her name, had called.  She was offended by some joke he had made earlier when he introduced her to Gray, and was going off on him for embarrassing her in front of his friend.  Lucy rolled her eyes in thought; Natsu was brash and a little thick when it came to personal boundaries, but she knew that whatever Natsu had said wasn’t meant to be offensive to the girl.

It was supposed to be a typical Friday, Natsu and Lucy were having their movie and hangout night- bad scary movies, popcorn, the whole shebang.  That all was put on hold when his girlfriend called and started screaming at him.  Lucy was honestly perplexed as to why they even started dating, it was more or less out of the blue.  One day Natsu was his normal self, not talking about any girl to anyone, the next day he’s saying he has a girlfriend.  It, quite honestly, shook Lucy up a bit and bothered her that he didn’t tell her.  She hadn’t met her yet because, Natsu had said, he was saving her for last because, ‘Best for last, Luce!’.  If Lucy was being honest with herself, she couldn’t give two shits about meeting the girl if this was the way she was going to treat her best friend.

“Listen-” Natsu desperately tried to get a word in, but it seemed he was cutoff yet again.  He gave her a helpless look and Lucy returned it with a sympathetic shrug.  “Sorry.” He hissed out a whisper to her and Lucy waved off his apology, it wasn’t his fault.  Soon after he had whispered to her, his expression went from mild annoyance, to something like anger.

“It’s Lucy, I told you we hangout every Friday.” He answered the girl’s unheard question, and Lucy shook her head to herself.  Nosy. “She’s my best friend, Emily.”  Ah, Emily.  That was the illusive girlfriend’s name.  Lucy had not met many Emily’s that weren’t batshit crazy.  “Yes, I did tell you!” Lucy admired how Natsu was attempting to keep his emotions in check; he had his head pressed up against his wall, forefinger and thumb resting on the bridge of his nose in annoyance, and his eyes closed tightly while his phone was pressed to his ear.

“I can go…” Lucy got up, clicking her Spotify off, cutting of the song I Miss You which was, in Lucy’s opinion, a damn tragedy.  Natsu met her gaze, pulling himself up, and shook his head adamantly.

“Emily, I’m sorry.  We can talk more about this tomorrow, okay?” Natsu reasoned, shaking his head in annoyance. “See ya.” He replied and clicked the little red phone on his screen.  “Fuck,” He cursed, sitting on his couch, rubbing his hands over his face.

“I’m…  Sorry?”  Lucy offered and Natsu lifted his gaze, laughing lightly.

“It ain’t your fault.  S’ides, I guess I should watch my mouth more.” He sighed and Lucy frowned.  “It was a stupid joke.”

“It doesn’t matter, I’m sure you didn’t mean it.” Lucy pointed out and Natsu seemed to relax a bit.  “At the very least I’m sure that it didn’t deserve an hour and twelve minute phone call.” Lucy pouted a bit looking at the cold popcorn that she had made just before the call.

“She’s just…  Sensitive, I guess?” Natsu shrugged and Lucy rolled her eyes.

“That’s pretty damn sensitive,” Lucy stated, getting up to inspect the popcorn.  “How did you two even meet?  It seems like all of a sudden you were dating.  You didn’t even tell me.”  Lucy asked sourly, shooting a glance over her shoulder at him, and he looked at her apologetically.

“She’s in my chem class.  We were just talking a lot this semester, just being friendly, and I dunno…”  Natsu ran a had through his hair again and Lucy frowned.

“It…  Doesn’t really sound like you’re happy…”  Lucy whispered and Natsu avoided her gaze.

“I found out through one of her friends in the class that she really liked me.” He stated, still not meeting her gaze.  She watched him open his mouth, but nothing came out, and she decided not to push it further.  Lucy knew that he was unhappy, it was written all over his face, especially after getting harassed over the phone for so long.  Lucy didn’t know why he would want to put up with something like that.

“Why don’t we watch our movie now, okay?” Lucy suggested, the biggest smile she could muster on her face.  Natsu returned it with his signature toothy grin, and patted the seat next to him on his couch.

“Hell yeah!  Let’s get spooked by shitty jump scares!”  He cheered and Lucy laughed, happy to see that he was coming around to his usual self.

“Great!  I picked out a good one, it’s called Sharknado…”

The week following the ‘phone-call-night’, Lucy had been introduced to Emily.  The girl had barely spoken to her, but the sneer on her face had been apparent that they were not going to be friends, and Lucy was perfectly happy with that.  

“She’s just so…  Ugh!” Lucy griped to Cana and Levy as they sat in Magnolia University’s library café.  “She’s making him so unhappy.”

“She did look like a skank.” Cana agreed and Lucy rolled her eyes though a smirk broke out on Lucy’s lips.

“That’s not what I was getting at, but I’ll take it.” Lucy sighed and let out a small giggle.

“I mean, it’s clear to everyone that he’s not happy.  It’s not like Natsu to just put up with something like that.  This is so opposite of him.” Levy pondered and Lucy threw her hands up, nodding in agreement.

“Exactly!  He doesn’t deserve to be treated like that by someone like her!  He deserves someone-”

“Like you?” Cana teased, sipping her coffee, and making Lucy’s cheeks burn.

“Th-that’s not what I meant!” Lucy stammered and Levy giggled madly.  “I’m just saying, he deserves a lot better than her.”

“So, yeah, you.” Levy joined in the teasing and Lucy placed a look of betrayal on her friend.  “It’s only the truth, Lu!”

“You two are no help.” Lucy pouted and the two girls laughed lightly, giving her sympathetic looks.  “Either way, I don’t want to deal with the crazy bit-”

“Luce!” Natsu’s voice called from the entrance of the café, startling her and causing her to choke on her tea.

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Requiem (Losers Club x Reader)

Originally posted by thehorrorpit

Request: Henry Bowers sister is bullied at school after his disappearance. She wasn’t one who carried much about what happened and finds solace in the Losers Club.

Author Note: This took forever, but I finally did it guys! So here you are I hope you like it anonymous! Also I apologize about how short it is…


Why should I play this game of pretend?

(Y/n) sighed as her grandmother ran the brush through her hair. The girl was wincing slightly once the brush met a tangle in her hair.

“I know this must be hard for you sweetie, but you’re going to love it here.” Her grandmother was trying to ease (Y/n)’s pain. She thought that perhaps her grandaughter was hiding her feelings away. After all she remembered she was the same way at her age.

“Alright Grandma,” She mumbled quietly. Truth be told (Y/n) truly felt nothing. She wasn’t attatched to her older brother, and especially her father. Perhaps later on when she would think of how Henry used to be. She would be a little more upset, but for now (Y/n) wasn’t pretending. Why should she? No one else in this town would be there.


Remembering through a secondhand sorrow?

Such a great son and wonderful friend


“I can’t believe he’s gone,” Her grandmother murmured setting the hairbrush on the dresser. (Y/n) studied her grandmother from the mirror and nearly sighed seeing the woman’s face.

Her grandmother looked completely tired and unshed tears glimmered in her eyes. For a moment (Y/n) almost asked to which one are you referring to, but it didn’t seem appropriate. “You know Henry loved you right? He’d always brag about you when he came to visit.”

(Y/n) bit her lip to hold back a sarcastic response. Her chest suddenly felt empty and a sickly feeling overwhelmed her. She stood up and turned to her grandmother.


Oh, don’t the tears just pour


The woman was in tears now. They cascaded down her face and she quickly attempted to wipe them away. “Sorry dear. Your all set for the funeral after school so I suppose you should head out.”

(Y/n) was almost relieved at those words. She wanted nothing more then to escape this house. She couldn’t stand being near her crying grandmother anymore. She wanted nothing to do with his mourning. Cause he truly didn’t deserve mourning from her.

(Y/n) quickly gathered her school supplies trying to ignore her grandmothers eyes on her. Perhaps the woman was trying to see an ounce of remorse.


I could curl up and hide in my room

There in my bed, still sobbing tomorrow

I could give in to all of the gloom

But tell me, tell me what for


“You know you could stay here.”

(Y/n) froze at her grandmothers suggestion. Goosebumps formed on her arm as if the a.c. suddenly decided to kick in. “I’m good grandma.”

Her grandmother sighed and placed a hand on (Y/n)’s shoulder. The girl tried not to shudder. “(Y/n) It’s alright to mourn or not go to school. Your brother and father died.” (Y/n) could hear the wobble in her grandmother’s voice and knew she was crying again. Great.

“What for? I’ll just be behind in school and they would much rather me be happy,” She snapped defensively. That was bold face lie. They wouldn’t have cared what she did. In fact they hardly cared at all. So why should she start caring now?

(Y/n) slung her bag over her shoulder mumbling a goodbye as she vanished out the door. She would rather face the school then be at her new home.


Why should I have a heavy heart?

Why should I start to break in pieces?

Why should I go and fall apart for you?


School was actually a lot worse then what (Y/n) thought it would be. For one thing considering her brother no longer had the throne over the school the younger Bowers was fair game. So she found all sorts of nasty notes stuffed in her locker. Her classmates would whisper and taunt her as if the day wasn’t crummy enough.

Of course she nearly blew a fuse when Victor Criss came over to her. “Hey (Y/n),” He called out making the girl slam her locker shut.

She turned towards the older boy scowling slightly. “What the hell do you want Criss?” She hissed glancing around. Everyone was staring once again as if they were waiting for something. Perhaps for her to finally fall apart without her big brother around. Waiting for the little Bowers to finally snap and break down. That wasn’t today though.

Victor tensed slightly under the hateful gaze. The gaze that reminded him too much of Henry. He shuddered at the thought. “I just was checking on how you’re doing,” He replied quietly. He wasn’t fond of Henry… Neither was Belch, but they hung around the boy since elementary school. They had no one else, but the younger Bowers. They were just a little worried about her. After all her brother was missing.

(Y/n)’s jaw clenched. Her eyes narrowing slightly as she snapped, “I’m fine! I don’t need you asking! I’m not gonna break down just because Henry’s gone!”

Victor took a step back in slight fear. The resemblence between her and hee brother uncanny. “That wasn’t-”

“Get to class Victor,” She growled storming past him towards the lunchroom. Why was everyone expecting her to be a broken mess?!


Why should I play the grieving girl and lie

Saying that I miss you


(Y/n) sighed softly. Her tray teetering precariously in her arms as she searched for somewhere to sit. Her eyes fell on her usual table, but the girls there had set their bags in the empty seats. (Y/n) only shook her head. Of course….

A few tables down sat the Losers Club. Big Bill was the first one to notice the Bowers’s distress. He knew her from an assignment that he did with her back about two weeks ago. Before Henry came after them and well… Anyways Bill knew for a fact that she wasn’t as cruel as others like to think. So he decided to invite you over. “(Y/n) over here!”

(Y/n) froze her gaze falling on Bill. She smiled just slightly truly touched by his offer, but what about his other friends? Her eyes scanned them over. They seemed unsure and almost hesistant about the offer. She reluctantly made her way over.

Richie whacked Bill’s arm and hissed,“Bill what the hell!? Why did you invite the Bowers girl over.” His eyes nervously flickered to her. His jaw clenched slightly as he was reminded that she was probably as messed up as Henry.

Bill glared right back at Richie elbowing him. “S-shu-shut it Richie! She I-isn’t su-so bu-bu-bad!” Bill hissed shooting him a look before focusing on (Y/n).

The girl hesistantly sat down beside Bill. Her eyes were downcast as she fiddled with the food on her tray. “Thanks,” She mumbled quietly unsure of what to do. These were the kids who her brother went after the most. The ones he chased after every day just because he enjoyed the sick thrill of it all. God he would of had a fit if he was here now…. She quickly buried that thought away.

Bill smiled slightly and replied,“ I-Its no pruh-pru-problem (Y/n).”

The table was quiet. Each person unsure of what to do with the situation they now found themselves in. What were the losers supposed to say? ‘Hey sorry we killed your brother, but you never really helped us out.’


And that my world has gone dark without your light?

I will sing no requiem tonight


(Y/n) tried to ignore the awkward tension in the air. She tried to ignore the pitying look that the losers seemed to shoot her when they thought she wasn’t looking. “I’m sorry you know.”

That caught the group of guard. They all glanced at her seeming surprised and confused.

“Sorry for what?” Ben was the one who spoke up. The young boy nearly brought the girl to tears. She knew exactly what her brother did to him. She remembered him bragging about it to her after that day and she still shudders at the thought.

“For what he did…. For what he did to you and… Well really all of you.” Her voice was quiet. Her knuckles white as she clutched her fork tightly glancing at all of them.

“Well you couldn’t help that your brother was an asshole.” Richie of course couldn’t keep the remark to himself. He winced as Eddie whacked him upside the head.

“Shut up Richie! Too soon!”

Everyone was caught off guard by (Y/n)’s laugh. A small smile was spread across her face as she began to laugh. “Nah Trashmouth here is right. Besides I’m not really one for mourning a douchebag.”

Richie found his cheeks heating up realizing he managed to make the younger Bowers laugh. “Well I guess your a loser now (Y/n)!”

(Y/n) glanced around at the others who were now smiling slightly. Bill wrapped an arm around her shoulder as he stuttered out, “I-If you wuh-want to be. After a-all you are a buh-buh-Bowers.” Bill’s tone was teasing and (Y/n) relaxed slightly.

“Of course I would love to be a Loser.”

Haunted House (MONSTA X)

“Hello Hello there! Can i request a reaction sort of thing of monsta x how it would be like to go to a halloween fright night at a theme park with each member? ❤️ I hope you understand that lol. thanks in advance!!💕”

(gif creds to all the original owners)

Only one word can epitomise Shownu’s reaction and that is stoic, on the inside and outside most likely. Whilst you’re clinging to him for dear life or hiding behind his thicc body, he’s probably thinking about what he’s going to eat later. He’ll just acknowledge anything that jumps out with a nod, continuing to power through saying “(Y/N) this is so lame, wait, are you scared?

Originally posted by hyungnu

(i c o n i c)

Bless him, for such a tough-looking guy he sure is the biggest softie alive. That extends to the haunted house for sure. You’d jump ever so slightly in shock whilst he’d be squeezing your hand so tight throughout the whole thing and yelping at every slight movement. He’d giggle cutely each time, only to be scared again. Once you’d made it to the other end, you’d be laughing your ass off.

Originally posted by choigobin

(his lil’ hair flick - this is so soft)

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She Saves Me

Part two to “When She Says Baby’ I wanted to do a second part and I hope you guys like it. Let me know Here

Dean Winchester and Reader, Sam WInchester, Jack, Eileen (mentioned)

Warnings: ANGST, Sadness, Season 12 &13 spoilers, fluffy, daddy!dean

When She Says Baby by Jason Aldean

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Originally posted by hunterchesters

              The farther I got into my pregnancy, things got more and more screwed up. I was laying on the couch reading a book when Sam, Eileen and Dean came down the stairs. Eileen looking heartbroken at and Dean looked lost just as much as Sam did. I got up and walked over putting my arm around Dean’s waist and snuggled up next to him. Sam held Eileen as she cried, I walked over and hugged her as well. I grabbed her hand and led her to the kitchen I was about to make tea anyway, so I would make extra water. I sat down across from her and grabbed her hands “Eileen, you’ll be ok, I understand though I’ve had a couple of cases where someone got killed. That’s why I went to researching, I couldn’t handle the pain”

              I heard the tea kettle whistling and grabbed two mugs setting them on the table and grabbed the tea bags. We sat in silence and drinking our tea, Dean came in for a beer and kissed me on the head then walked back out. “Do you know what you’re having?” “We’re having a girl and I’m so excited, Dean is beside himself and really nervous” We sat and talked and started laughing at the thought of Dean having tea parties and playing Barbie. “I want her to be herself, and do what she wants, I don’t want her to be forced to play with makeup and dolls. When I was a kid, I was a huge tom boy. I hated dressing up and being girly”

              “You’re going to be an amazing mother” “Thank you, both boys are going to be amazing with her and I can’t wait to see” We decided to head to bed but before we parted ways I hugged her tightly and told her that we were here if she needed anything. As I headed to Dean and I’s room, she started kicking up a storm. “Don’t worry peanut Daddy is home” I walked in and saw Dean in a pair of sweatpants and band tee waiting for his girls. “Someone is missing their daddy” I crawled into bed and snuggled up to him running a hand over my stomach.

              He moved down and laid on his side, and started talking to her and singing feeling her kick and move. “She’s very active, isn’t she?” I snorted and smiled. “When you’re gone she knows and doesn’t stop moving until you come back” “Daddy’s girl already” “Not even born yet and she has you wrapped around her finger” “That’s fine with me” “Thank you Dean, for loving me and giving me this amazing life” “Isn’t that my line?” I just shrugged and smiled. He grasped my face and kissed me sweetly. I was getting very tired so Dean helped me get comfortable and fell asleep to his heartbeat against my ear.

              The next few days were a nightmare; those British bastards had killed Eileen and I had to help pick up the pieces for Sam. He was heartbroken at the fact that he had finally found someone who understood the life. After Dean had the idea to blow the wall away I was petrified at him getting hurt but he knew he had to protect his family. When the power and oxygen coming back I knew he was successful. We made it to Jody’s in record time but I could see Dean was crushed that Mary wasn’t who she was before. It was Toni’s gift that turned her into a killing machine but I knew Dean would do whatever it took to get her back.

              Dean had put me in a room far away from the library making sure I would be safe if someone came for him or even Mary. I tried to not be stressed out but when my soulmate and the father of my child is in imminent danger you can’t not be on the edge. Suddenly, I heard two gun shots and raced out to the library. I rounded the corner to see Mary with a smoking gun and Dean bloody with his knee even worse than before. “Dean?” His head snapped to see me tears running down my face. He got over to me as quick as he could checking for injuries but was able to stop him.

              “I’m fine babe, it’s you I’m worried about.” He kissed me and held me close until I saw Sam coming down the stairs. At that point I waddled over to him and hugged him tight, then walking into the library. I saw Sam hug Mary then Dean joining the group, it was then I started tearing up happy that the Winchesters were reunited as one. I watched Mary come over to me and hugging me tightly, she then put a hand on my stomach then kissing my cheek. “I’m so glad that Dean has you, every man needs a good woman by their side.”

              It was then that I felt really uncomfortable, taking deep breaths to try to subdue the pain. “Y/n, honey, I think you’re in labor.” I nodded and bent over trying to handle the pain going through me at the moment. I looked up to see Dean frozen but Sam grabbing what we needed, Mary then walked over to Dean smacking him a couple times. He joined the moment and helped me up the stairs into the garage, then helping me into the back seat while Sam drove.

              “You’re doing so good baby, she’s almost here. Then we can hold her in our arms and give her so much love.” The contractions weren’t that close together but it still took a lot of energy. We finally reached the hospital and by then the contractions were close. By the time they got me into a room it was time to push and I gave everything in me to bring her into the world. It was then I heard the most beautiful sound ever, our little girl announcing she was here.

              They put her in my arms cleaned up and wrapped in a pink blanket, and I was in love. “Hello little one, I think I know who you are.” I turned to Dean and moved over to let him sit next to me. “I know what I’m naming her Dean.” He just looked at me and smiled. Both of us spoke at the same time saying the exact same thing. “Indigo Rose Winchester” A nurse came in and got us set up for breast feeding and she happily took to it like a pro.

              Dean had left after the first session wanting to be a part of every first with her. He brought in Mary and Sam who were absolutely smitten with her already. Sam just watched as Mary held her granddaughter, tears flowing freely. “What did you guys decide?” I look to Sam and smiled. “Indigo Rose” While I fell asleep with Indi snuggled on my chest, Dean, Mary and Sam had to come up with an idea how to stop Lucifer from wreaking havoc once again.

              “I’m sorry sweetheart, we need to go.” I cupped his face and kissed him lightly. “Just come back to us, ok?” With that they headed out, to face Lucifer once again and hopefully bring back Cas. For the next three days I healed and bonded with our little girl. She was gorgeous and looked a lot like me but had her daddy’s temper when it came to food. It was the day I was being released when Dean had called and told me he would be there quickly but something was off. I was sitting in the waiting room when I heard baby but what I saw was a heartbreaking sight.

              There was no Mary, No Cas, and a young boy who I had no clue who he was. Dean came and smiled lightly sitting down next to me. “Dean baby, what’s wrong?” His eyes filled with tears, and I could see he was trying to keep his emotions under lock and key. “Cas died, Crowley died, and Mary got stuck in another world with Lucifer. Everyone is gone and I feel like it’s my fault.” His voice wavered and I could see he was having a battle in his head. “Let’s go home and get settled, then I can make dinner and we can get some rest.”

              I put the car seat in the back, Me on one side, Sam on the other. I looked over to this mystery kid and Sam had to put the pieces together. “This is Jack, and Jack this is Y/n. She’s married to Dean and this is their daughter Indigo.” He tilted his head and just watched her then smiling. “She’s very happy and her soul is breathtaking.” The rest of the ride was silent and all I could do was watch Indi, knowing that she was keeping us somewhat together.

              We pulled into the garage I could see Dean was having issues and I was powerless to help him. Sam and Jack went into the bunker leaving Dean and I alone with Indigo watching her Daddy. “Dean baby?” I could see his body shake from the silent sobs. I quickly got out of the back and opened the driver’s side door. “Come on I have something to show you.” He looked up at me and my heart broke at the sight in front of me. I got into the back and grabbed Indi then coming back over, putting her in his arms. He held her in his arms, just watching her with love filling his features.

              “She’s beautiful, and if it wasn’t for you or this little girl I would have given up a long time ago.” I touched the side of his face kissing him. I knew he needed it and I would do what that if that’s what he needed. He put her back into my arms then grabbing the bags from the back. We walked down the stairs and noticed Sam sitting in the library while Jack looked at the books. “Hey uncle Sam wanna hold Indi while I make dinner?” He gave me a smile and held his arms out. “Hello beautiful.” While Dean was taking a shower, I made dinner and explained to Jack how things worked.

              I decided tonight would be something easy so it was grilled cheese and tomato with rice soup. I knew Dean would appreciate the gesture. I just wanted to take that heartbreak away from him but I knew he had to heal on his own terms. By time everything was done Dean had come into the kitchen but when he had seen what I had made he left angry. I didn’t know what to do, so I set some down for Sam and Jack while I held Indigo. Once we had all eaten I decided to go into the nursery and get into the overstuffed chair.

              I could tell she was hungry but I wished I didn’t have to do this alone, but I had some feeling things would be this way for a while. When she was fed and burped I held her to my chest snuggled into the chair. I didn’t know how long I sat like that but this was the best place to be, and as I watched her sleep I wondered how I got so lucky. I could then feel the tears fill my eyes at what was happening and wondering if I had to do this alone. I just held onto her tighter closing my eyes for just a few minutes of rest. I heard the door open and cracked open an eye to see Dean coming in.

              “Baby I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have gotten mad. Could you please come to bed? It doesn’t feel right without you.” I simply nodded and smiled. He picked up Indigo from my arms placing her gently into her crib then coming over and pulling me out of the chair to carry me to our shared room. I got into my pajama’s and snuggled into bed next to my husband. “I’m sorry baby, I’ll be here for you from now on. I shouldn’t have gotten angry with you.”

              I simply cupped his face and kissed him, pouring an ‘I love you’ and ‘your forgiven’ into it. “I miss them, so much.” “We’ll find a way, I promise.” With that he put his face into my neck and cried, I just held him letting him get it all out. He fell asleep that way and I wouldn’t want it any other way, even if you had to do it every night. I would always be with him and I loved with everything in my soul. He would never be alone and I would always be there.

Fragments: Part Two

Pairing: Dean x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: Just when things couldn’t get any worse they do. Not only has the reader lost her memory but it seems like she is doomed to forever more forget Sam and Dean.

Warnings: Language, amnesia, angst, pregnancy.

Word Count: 2,056

A/N: As you can see I decided to write another part. It’s not as good as the first but I hope you guys like it. It may seem a little repetitive therefor boring. But if you guys want another piece I’ll be happy to write one. Please feel free to leave feedback and I hope you enjoy.

Catch Up Here: Part 1

Originally posted by deangifsdaily

“No no no. That can’t be right.” You shook your head in denial. “You’re wrong. You have to be. I don’t even look pregnant!” You looked down at your stomach.

“We just found out before the hunt.” Dean tried to take your hand again.

“No, it can’t be.” You jerked away from him.

“I know this is a lot to take in but it’s true. Please trust me.” There was a pain in Dean’s eyes as he watched you jerk away.

“Ok so if this is true, and I’m not saying it is, what made you take me on a hunt? Do you not care for the welfare of your unborn child?” You shouted, anger and disbelif roaring through your veins.

Dean ran his hand through his hair. “You can be quite stubborn when you want to be and no matter how much I tried to persuade you, there was nothing I could do to stop you.”

You looked at him in disbelief. You had managed to accept that these men knew you and perhaps that you were even married to Dean, but the pure stupidity of what he was saying made you question the trust you placed in them.

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1. Thank you all so much for a fantastic birthday!!! Not to be a sobstory sally but my last few were rough and it was so wonderful to be with you guys and you were all so sweet and honestly I was overwhelmed by all the kindness you guys have shown, then and always. I appreciate you guys so much and I only hope I can repay the kindness. Every single one of you inspire me to be better and I love you so much!!!!

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Again, thank you all so much! You bring me so much joy and I hope today is wonderful for all of you!!!

“I’m pretty sure I’m one of the smallest clowns…”

I worked on this all month and I am so proud of it! Now it&rsquo;s time to work on other people&rsquo;s gifts since some many amazing clowns were made while I was working on this! :D

JPen: my clownsona
Gpenny: @ghost-oakes
Ginger and Lpenny: @lokigirl2k
Blinky: @apple-sappy
Deadlight: @bishopinblue
Pennywise: @coulsart
Bpenny: @damnitnastymonsterporn
Peeny: @teensiest

Lights Out

“Guys, this isn’t funny. We can get in a lot of trouble and I’m not looking forward to being locked up for some stupid shit like exploring a supposed haunted jail that’s been abandoned for like sixty years.” You frowned and jumped the fence after your friends.

“Can you grow a pair? You sound like that Kaspbrak kid from school. Always worrying about dumb shit, ruining everyone’s fun.” One of them scoffed as he picked the lock on a door at the side of the building. You expected an alarm to go off; everyone tensed up when the door slowly opened in silence. “Dammit, of course..” You sighed to yourself. There were rumors that the owners of the place were too cheap to buy any kind of electronic security, relying solely on the dogs they left to guard the gates. German Shepherds you were able to easily bribe with some beef jerky to keep quiet.

“Come one, lets hurry and take pictures and get some recordings on our phones. I wanna see if we can catch some spooky shit for Facebook.” Another friend whispers as you all make your way inside. You immediately caught a bad vibe from the place, not wanting to go in any further but the constant teasing from everyone wasn’t letting you back down. “Enough! I’m here and ready to get this shit over with,okay?” You hiss and make your way past what was the front office. Grabbing your phone, you begin to shake slightly as you stand at the end of the hall and stare straight ahead at the empty and dark building. The dark was one of your biggest fears yet here you were. “Hey, what’s that over there?” One of the guys asks as he shines a flashlight towards an empty room.

You could feel your heart skip a beat when you saw a shadow slowly move away, not wanting to be seen. “What the fuck was that? Hurry, go go!” He shoved you and ran towards the room. “No,wait!” You ran after him and tried not to look at the empty jail cells, not wanting to see something you don’t wanna see.

“What do you mean wait? We need to catch this on video! Do you know how many views this’ll get?”

“I’m just saying to be careful! This is an old ass building and if you go running into rooms, you might get locked inside.” You hiss and shine your flashlight around, feeling yourself growing more and more nervous. About twenty minutes pass by and you’re now separated from everyone as they all took off in different directions trying to catch shadows they’ve been seeing on camera. “Guys!” You called out, “We obviously aren’t getting lucky so lets just go before the owners show up!”


You peek down at your phone, “3AM. Fuck this shit..”

Making your way back to the front, you try to keep your eyes focused ahead of you, not wanting to freak yourself out by looking around. Your fingers tightly clutch the flashlight as you pick up your pace, your heart racing even faster than before. “Fuck, the dark, dude.”

“Hey! Where ya goin’?” A whisper brushes past your ear, startling you. You drop the flashlight and gasp, your fight or flight instincts kicking in. You ran down the hall, and managed to use the moonlight shining through a window to find your way towards what you thought was the door you and your friends came in through. Big mistake. As soon as the door slammed shut behind you,you soon realized you were now in an abandoned execution room. Using your phones flashlight, you looked around and tried to find a way out. The sound of your heavy, panicked breathing along with the loud pounding of your heartbeat filled your ears, breaking your focus from your escape. Claustrophobia soon set in and you broke out into a sweat, feeling like you were running out of time.

“No! Please no!” You heard one of your friends call out from somewhere inside the building. The fear in their cries caused you to jump and drop your phone, breaking it instantly. Now you were truly living out your own nightmare; you were trapped in a pitch back room all alone with no way to escape, no way to call for help. Your throat closed up as you stretched out your arms and tried to feel your way around, hoping you could find another door you could possibly open. Your fingertips lightly grazed cabinets and the wall, increasing your fears that you weren’t going to make it out alive.

“You’re getting warmer, come this away. Closer, closer..” Someone called out to you inside the room.

“P-Please let me go..I-I don’t wanna die..” You whimpered and found your way to what felt like an exam bed for patients. Feeling something graze your foot, you hopped on top of it and began to shake. No matter how much you squinted your eyes, you couldn’t see anything in front of you. The sudden silence was deafening; you tried to calm yourself down to no avail. Out of nowhere, the lights in the room flickered on and you could finally see your surroundings. The mutilated bodies of your friends were scattered along the floor, their faces had a permanent look of fear.

“Mmm, you smell delicious. Tasty, tasty, beautiful fear.” The same voice called out, getting closer but you couldn’t see anyone else in the room.

“Please just let me go! I swear I won’t come back!” You cried out as a rather tall, dangerous looking figure appeared along the wall in front of you. It stretched out its claws, it’s glowing golden eyes eying you like a predator hunting its prey. Suddenly, you can feel yourself being forced to lay down, your wrists and ankles being strapped down to the bed as loud, maniacal laughter echoed throughout the building. You looked back at the figure along the wall and gasped when you saw a clown make its way into the room.

Whatever it was, it made its way towards you and dug its nail into your temple, cutting your along your face as it made its way to your jaw.

“Shh. It’s late and you know jailhouse rules. Lights out.”

anonymous asked:

Hi! Can I request how the RFA + V + Saeran react to if MC if she spoke Arabic? Like an Arab? Hope this isn't too bothersome ^^ thank you! <3


  • doesn’t understand nothing 
  • he loves it 
  • but is so hard for it to understand what are you saying
  • even when you try to teach him a little 
  • but enjoys a lot hearing you 
  • finds it so exotic the way you speak 
  • and loves arab culture 
  • so he’s really having a good time with you 
  • “MC you should go with me to college one day. I found some Arab guys so you can speak to them. I guess they are better than me haha”


  • he’s impressed that you can speak both languages so good 
  • he’s not even trying to learn arabic 
  • he knows he will fail 
  • but is constantly asking you for some words 
  • “How do you say hello beautiful?” 
  • “how about love you?”
  • .really wants to be part of you so he actually tries to learn a bit 
  • but ends up learning how to ask for the restroom only 


  • gets a couple books about it 
  • she wants to be part of your life in every aspect 
  • so she kind of wants to do this 
  • always ask you to speak arabic for her to learn more 
  • you two end up having little conversations in arabic since not much people around knows it 
  • but only casual things since she’s not an expert 
  • like talking about weather or coffee 
  • but it makes her feel more connector to you
  • so you love it


  • he’s not sure about how to speak nothing
  • but wants you to have someone to talk to 
  • so he contacts every person he knows that is arab 
  • probably you end up having a party with tons of them 
  • just because this guy wanted you to speak your language as much as you wanted to 
  • doesn’t learn a word 
  • but always make sure you have someone to talk to 
  • and makes Jaehee learn a bit too 


  • he knows how to speak it 
  • so you two have tons of private conversations in front of people 
  • like saying mean things about other in front of them
  • and that includes planning jokes on Yoosung in front of the poor boy 
  • most of the time you only speak arabic since it becomes a normal thing 
  • so when you go somewhere you have to remind him not to 
  • because the rest doesn’t understand 
  • is like you two created your own word without the rest 
  • where you can be free to say anything just for him 


  • he loves it 
  • but mostly loves to write it 
  • wants you to teach him 
  • but is not really good 
  • his pronunciation is not the best 
  • but he tries really hard 
  • ends up speaking a bit in his own way 
  • most of the times say a thing and you hear a total different one 
  • is funny 


  • pretty much a fan of it 
  • like he praise everything about you 
  • and the way your lips move while you speak is fascinating 
  • of course he doesn’t understand but he loves it 
  • anyways he wants to know more about your culture so he ask about other things too 
  • likes when you call him names in arabic