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anonymous asked:

can I have some hanzo and genji dating headcanons? 🐉

Oh many sorry for not answering this for a while… also this is way short but it’s okay, right?

Genji

• Loves to play with your hair (no matter what length)

•never gets mad, even if he does it’s not at you

•try’s to give you everything you want

•super supportive

•did someone say overprotective

•loves reading books with you

•your best friend that’s mean to you, yeah he shit talks about them


Hanzo

• he loves eating fast food with you?

•he loves to casually hang out

•braids your hair

•new gifts every time you visit

•cute pet names

•tries to teach you how to use the bow

Babygirl

Summary: Dan is an innocent virgin and Phil is the bad-boy who likes to make him flustered. High school Pastel!Dan and Punk!Phil AU

Genre: Smut that’s kinda kinky but mostly cute

Word count: 4,039

Kinks: Feminization, daddy kink, dirty talk, a little verbal humiliation

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Huntress in the Snow

What if Rhys had met Feyre back when she was still a little girl, alone in the woods and hunting for her family? Inspired by this beautiful work of art, here’s the hypothetical meeting between an abused, tired Rhysand and a tiny Feyre.

 

Rhysand rarely leaves Amarantha’s court Under the Mountain.

He rarely leaves her bedroom, for that matter. Life is just a frenzy of lies, sex, dancing, drinking, hatred and torture these days and he has long given up on making his existence bearable. He doesn’t really care anymore.

He doesn’t care for the stares they give him, the names. He doesn’t care for those pitying glances. He doesn’t care when Amarantha is straddling him, using him, her fingers pulling his hair.

Spring Court is covered in masks right now, but Rhysand might as well be wearing one, too. He doesn’t recognize himself in the mirror anymore. He murmurs things in her ears, he lies, promises, he kills on her behalf, he smirks and laughs and betrays, and he isn’t sure he can ever get back from that.

He’s doing it for Velaris and his beloved ones. That is what he tells himself, over and over and over again, when he’s buried inside her or when he snaps someone’s neck. It’s the only reason he’s still holding on. Velaris. Mor. Amren. His brothers. His court.

Court of Dreams. It’s like a bitter joke, ashes in his mouth. He doesn’t know if he will ever see them again. Doesn’t know if he wants to- after what he’s done.  

He probably won’t ever see them again. This nightmare will never end.

Life is miserable. Rhys doesn’t care.

With the way things are developing right now, his old enemy Tamlin is going to join them in a few years- 42 years have passed and that fool, that idiotic fool hasn’t managed to break the curse. If he realizes that he could save them all, Rhysand doesn’t know. Perhaps Tamlin is just trying to protect those he loves as well. Perhaps he’s trying- perhaps he’s fighting.

Perhaps he’s not.

Rhysand doesn’t care.

He also doesn’t care that Amarantha sends him to the human realm today. To find a group of fae from Dawn Court that have escaped; find them, bring them to her, watch her torture and kill them and fuck her afterwards. It’s nothing to him. He’ll play his part. He’ll be urgent and passionate- I’ve been aching for you, my queen, my everything, woman of my dreams- only you, only ever you- he’ll make her scream his name and kiss her afterwards.

All the while, he’ll be somewhere else. He’ll be talking to Amren, quietly. He’ll be drinking with Cass and Azriel, playing cards. He’ll be dancing with Mor. He’ll be walking through the streets of Velaris.

That’s the only thing he has. And even those memories are further and further away from him with each passing day. Rhysand is afraid that he’ll wake up some morning and find that there’s no fight left inside him- that he’ll just give up.

He looks around.

He’s in a forest, close to the wall. It’s spring, but snow still covers the trees and the ground. He will encounter no humans here- none of them would be so foolish, so daring to get this close to the wall. He sits down next to a stream, closes his eyes and just doesn’t think. A few, scattered moments of peace- he takes what he gets.

Just a few moments. Then he’ll hunt those poor bastards down.

Feyre is twelve, and she’s been roaming this forest for a year now. She’s been following the village’s hunters; copy the way they set their snarls, carry their bows. She has a dream: she’ll hunt so much food her father will get better again. Nesta and Elain will get fatter, rounder, and they will both find very handsome men to marry. Then it’ll be Feyre and her father, and she’ll hunt for him while he reads at home, and in the evening, she’ll cook for him and paint a little.

So far, she hasn’t ever shot anything bigger than a rabbit, and that one time was on accident. The snarls are what works better.

Nesta turned fifteen yesterday. Feyre knows her sister has hoped their father would say something, but he has forgotten all of their birthdays. Nesta has looked like murder all day long. Elain tried to talk to her, but she locked herself in their room.

Elain and Nesta are very sad, Feyre knows that. They remember more of their mother and they talk about her sometimes, exchanging bits and pieces of who she used to be. In the beginning, right after they moved into the little hut at the village’s edge, they tried to be there for her- but they have too much to worry about, now. They never even play with each other. They don’t thank her when she brings food home.

Feyre makes her way through the trees. She must always stay away from the wall- dangerous creatures are there, fae. She’s so afraid of them she has nightmares sometimes.

But today, some inner voice tells her that the wall is not dangerous. That no fae will hurt her. And almost by themselves, their feet make her walk closer and closer to the buzzing, invisible thing that separates their human world from the fae.

When she comes onto a clearing, she sees a man. He is sitting on a fallen tree branch next to a river and his head his lowered, almost as if he were praying. He doesn’t carry weapons, but his clothes are fine and elegant- he must be a rich merchant, lost in the woods.

Perhaps she’ll get a reward if she leads him out of here. Curiosity gets the better of her. “Are you okay?”, she calls over to him, and that is the exact same moment he looks up and meets her eyes.

It knocks the breath out of her. He’s a fae. His ears are long and pointed, and there is something otherworldly in his features that marks him as different.

This is it. She is going to die. Nesta and Elain and her father will starve because she’s not there anymore. How could she be so careless, hunting so close to the wall?

The man takes in her unwashed hair, her threadbare clothes, her make-shift bow. “You should not be here”, he rasps. “You should run.”

Feyre tries to be a still as she can be. The man doesn’t get up, doesn’t come closer. As if he knows that she’ll start screaming if he does.

“Go”, he commands, angry. “Don’t ever come here again. Understand me? Don’t go into the forest at all. Stay at home.”

And she should do just that, run until she’s far away from him, but…

“I have to”, Feyre says. “I have to hunt.”

“No, you don’t. A small girl like you should stay with her family.”

“You don’t understand.” She steps closer, her bow still ready in her hand. “My family will starve if I don’t. I am doing all of this for them.”

The man breathes in, sharply, and she swears that she sees devastation in his eyes. “What?”

“My father can’t take care of us.” Why the words are spilling from her mouth like that, Feyre doesn’t know. “And my sisters are scared. I have to be strong, even when I’m afraid- for them.”

The man stares at her.

“Are you going to hurt me?”, Feyre asks. She tries to hide that she is scared of that fae. She tries to pretend that she could shoot him, if she wanted.

He shakes his head, slowly. “Of course not.”

“What are you doing here, then? Shouldn’t fae be on the other side of the wall?”

The man smiles a bitter smile. “Usually, we should. But I…was allowed a little freedom today.”

“Are you a hunter, too?”

He closes his eyes. “I suppose.”

“Then you’re a little bit like me.”

“Well.” He laughs. “Not really. But I am doing this for my family, too. All of this.”

Feyre doesn’t know why, but for some strange reason, it makes her very happy that the man has a family. That he’s not alone.

“That’s good”, she smiles. “You should go be with them, not sit in the forest by yourself.”

He nods. “You’re right, of course. As should you.”

Feyre steps as close to him as she dares. The fae is very pretty, she realizes. All the older village girls would probably be in love with him. But he looks sad, she thinks, and she doesn’t know why, but it makes her heart ache a little. She wants him smiling.

“Here.” The fae nods his head and suddenly, a basket filled with bread and meat appears in the snow. “Take that home to your family. It should give you enough food to eat for the next few weeks. I can’t- I wish I could do more. But my hands are quite literally tied.”

“Is this some sort of trick?”, Feyre asks. “Some bargain? Some fairy magic?”

The fae shakes his head, a flicker of amusement on his face. “No bargain, little girl. Although I’m impressed you’re already so wary for your age.”

Feyre picks up the basket. This is better than the time she shot the rabbit. This is all of her birthdays combined. “Thank you- what’s your name?”

“Rhys”, he says, looking at his hands. “That’s what my friends call me.”

“That family you told me about?”

“Yes”, Rhys says softly. “My family.”

Feyre smiles at him. It comes so easy, the smile- because something deep inside her core tells her that she doesn’t need to be afraid of him. And she trusts that. “Thank you, Rhys. Your family is lucky to have you. You just saved mine today.”

He still looks so very sad. “Then that’s something”, he says hoarsely. “Before you go- one thing.”

And suddenly there are talons in her head, and she can’t move anymore.

“It’ll be over in a few moments”, Rhys says. “But I can’t let you remember me. She’ll find out, somehow. She’ll break you just for fun.”

Some white blanket is thrown over her mind, and the next second, Feyre finds herself alone in the woods.

What just happened? Why is she here?

Oh, yes- she remembers- the rich merchant who she met on her way here showed mercy and handed her the basket-

What on earth is she doing so close to the wall?

Feyre turns around and runs. Today is such a good day. She feels happy, not just because of the gift…but because of something else.

And maybe she can get through all of this.

Maybe she’ll find a way out of this someday.  

Rhys has never done something like this, but he forces himself to forget her. He pushes her image into the very, very back of his mind, he uses his magic on himself and forces himself to forget about that girl in the snow, that tiny, little huntress.

Because for some reason, he knows that she is important. For what, he doesn’t know. But he’ll do what it takes to keep her hidden from Amarantha.  

It makes him cry out in pain to use those talons on himself, but-

Rhys finds himself standing somewhere in the forest.

Why is he still here? He should go- hunt those Dawn fae down.

There’s a weird feeling of goodness in the back of his mind. Of happiness. And he remembers- that those he loves are out there. That somehow, someday, he’ll see them again. That there is a reason for everything.

He feels hope, and he doesn’t know why.

I have to be strong, even when I’m afraid- for them, whispers a voice inside his head. He knows who said it-

A girl-

He can’t remember. But that feeling lingers.

That night, when Amarantha is on top of him, moving and moaning about how good this feels after a kill, all he can think is the clock is ticking, you bitch. You’ll go down soon. Someone will come and end you.

When she leaves him, he showers and washes her scent off him. Someone is out there, he thinks. Someone good. This world is not completely lost. And for some reason, he cares again. Cares about what happens. Cares about who wins. Suddenly, he wants to fight.

That night, he has the strangest dream. It’s a hand, unpacking a basket full of bread, apples and meat. A small hand; a child’s hands. But it makes him so inexplicably happy he thinks about that dream for days.

A few years later, when Rhysand has long forgotten about everything, he dreams of that same hand again.

Only this time that delicate, female hand is drawing flowers on a table.

And something inside Rhysand whispers, soon.

Soon.

Soon.

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Prompt: Roman is really close friends with the reader (hugs, kisses on the head, cuddling without sexual contact). He overhears a conversation with her and her close friend where she admits she’s been in love with him for ages but would never do anything because he’s married. He confronts her and she feels embarrassed and starts avoiding him. He’s hurt and misses her, trying to reach out every so often. He sees her finally getting herself together and dating someone new. Finally one night he can’t take it and goes to her room, telling her he’s always loved her. There are tears and desperation but they end up sleeping together. Open ending preferred.- Anon

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Daddy’s Little Schoolgirl

Characters: AJ Styles x OFC

Warnings: NSFW visuals, sexual content, rough, spanking, daddy kink, age difference

Summary: AJ has a kink for his girlfriend dressing up like a schoolgirl. And one day he buys her the outfit and orders her to dress up. Smut ensues. That’s it. 

**WARNING: THIS IS EXTREMELY NSFW, AND VERY DIRTY. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK PLEASE**

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one of the first things even notices about isak on the first day of school is his hair. they’re in the school yard and it’s still summer and the sun makes the lock of hair covering his forehead appear golden. what even doesn’t expect is for isak’s hair to be as soft as it is, not only when he runs his fingers through it, but also when isak nestles his head against the crook of his neck, rests it against his chest when they sleep. he doesn’t expect it to smell the way it does, like men’s shampoo and sweetness and isak, but he can’t get enough it, finds himself nuzzling isak’s hair and inhaling deep, finds himself looking for traces of his scent in his pillows when isak doesn’t spend the night at his place

he notices isak’s mouth, the shape of his lips, his cupid’s bow and how soft his bottom lip appears. even doesn’t expect the feeling of isak’s lips forming a smile against his left cheek, doesn’t expect the sensation alone to pull a smile out of him. he doesn’t expect the words isak whispers close his neck to land on his skin like soothing wafts of springtime breeze. he doesn’t expect him to plant so many kisses on his shoulder when they watch a movie and cuddle, wrapped up in each other (ten, fifteen, forty - even stops counting). he’s not surprised by the wisdom that comes out of isak’s mouth, but he doesn’t expect it to reach his soul the way it does. he’s also not surprised by the fact that he enjoys kissing isak so much, but he doesn’t expect isak’s mouth to taste like coming home, every single time

even notices isak’s eyes, notices how gorgeous their shape and their colour are, is quite mesmerized by them. he doesn’t expect isak’s eyelashes to tickle the tip of his thumb as he flickers his eyes open, even’s hand cupping his cheek as he watches him wake up. he doesn’t expect them to hold isak’s most beautiful smile and his most sincere i love you. he doesn’t expect them to speak to him the way they do, doesn’t expect to be able to read isak like an open book simply by looking into his eyes, doesn’t expect to be the only one to have that ability (isak asks him ”how do you do it?” a bit of confusion and a lot of wonder in his voice). he doesn’t expect isak’s eyes to be able to read him the same way, too

even notices isak’s hands, how they’re never quite still, often holding something. he doesn’t expect isak’s hand to hold his in public the first time it does. he told himself he’d let isak make that step. and once, as they were taking the bus home, they sat next to each other, and isak placed his hand over even’s, interlacing their fingers. he doesn’t expect his hand to be so comforting when he runs it up and down his back, and when the tip of isak’s fingers softly stroke the skin behind his ears. he doesn’t expect isak to gently squeeze his forearm one time, randomly, doesn’t expect to immediately understand that it’s one of his many ways of saying i’m glad you’re here

even notices that isak always looks beautiful. but he doesn’t quite expect to be amazed by his beauty without having to look at him, doesn’t expect to so quickly realize that isak is even more beautiful on the inside. he doesn’t quite expect isak’s heart of gold and his selflessness, his patience and his kindness. his forgiving nature and his desire to become better, always. he doesn’t expect isak’s love to be so genuine and pure and always growing. even doesn’t expect this love to be something isak could feel for him, all of him. but it is, isak reminds him. and although isak’s love is something he has learned to expect over time, it’s still something that fills heart with happiness and contentment and gratitude, every single day 

lesson one.

characters: jaebum x reader
genre: smut
wc: 4080
summary: jaebum is jealous. and for no good reason.
author’s note: okay, first of all, this isn’t your typical “the guy is jealous so he has to whisk you away from another guy just to prove to you who you belong to” scenario. no. this is a “you’re a dumbass for being jealous when the only person i want is you. now kiss me.” as from the reader’s perspective. so it’s jaebum getting called out… if that makes sense… i did say this’d be up before the end of the weekend. still got more to come.
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Rogers Jr.

Summary: You and Steve tell your daughter about how you met back in Brooklyn. This is for @redlipstickandplaid who wanted enough floof to give her cavaties, I hope I met the bar!<3 

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Phoebe Rogers [their daughter], Bucky Barnes

Warnings:  so disgustingly cute and fluffy, Dad!Steve, I wanted to puke rainbows while writing this :’)

Sidenote;; Bolded text are past events as told by the Reader & Steve, [basically like a narrator] 

‘Cause all I know is we said hello, and your eyes look like coming home

All I know is a simple name, everything has changed

All I know is you held the door, you’ll be mine and I’ll be yours

All I know since yesterday is everything has changed’

                                                 ___________

“Mommy?”

“Yes, bug?” You gave your daughter a soft smile, tucking her into bed before sitting on the edge.

“How did you and daddy meet? Was he already an Avenger?”

“I knew Daddy before he was all tall and muscly, Phoebe,” you chuckled, earning an amused grin from the 5 year old, those beautiful bright blue eyes gazing up at you.

“Were you taller than him?”

You nodded, “I was.”

Phoebe laughed, her legs kicking underneath the duvet in her hysterics.

“Alright,” you smiled, trying to hide your own laughter, “calm down, miss. It’s time for some sleep, or you won’t be up in time for the school trip.”

“Oh,” her little face fell as she groaned in protest, “But you didn’t tell me the story.”  

“How about both me and Daddy tell you tomorrow?”

She nodded, enthusiastically. “Yeah!”

“See you in the morning, baby.” You lean down and pressed a kiss to her forehead before she snuggled beneath the sheets and settled to sleep.

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How about some femme boys here for TDOV?

5.5 months on T. You don’t have to chop your hair, you don’t have to grow stubble, you don’t have to work out or get an undercut or wear bow ties. Those things are great but trans boys don’t have to fit any *~*aesthetic*~* if they don’t want to just to pass and make others more comfortable. It’s not enough to just reblog pretty pastel posts saying LET BOYS BE FEMININE! if we never actually SEE boys be feminine. 

You don’t own me

Originally posted by baekoneggyeolk-ed

Summary: Danger is alluring. Danger is fascinating. And he sure as hell was a dangerous man. But you were more then willing to give yourself to him. Even though you had vowed to never let any man have you.

Word count: 2575 // It feels good too write a little longer stories from time to time

Warnings: This one is pretty soft but I plan the whole program. Violence, blood, death so be prepared ;) Oh and I may add a little smut in the future :D

Author’s note: So this is the annouced criminal/mafia-ish au! Not sure how it turns out. I want it angsty tbh but you gonna find it out while reading ;)  Never wrote something like this, so I’m really nervous. Please enjoy! ♥

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You hiked the black lace-stockings over your knee and secured them with the strap. You eyed yourself in the mirror.

“This is beautiful! I gotta buy it!”, you annouced overly happy. The saleswoman nodded eagerly with a pleasent smile spread over her face.

“You look fabulous, darling! Do you want me to box it for you or will you just keep it on?”

“As much as I would love to wear it right now, I can’t. Please pack it in for me.” She nodded and left. You turned back to the mirror. It looked like it was tailored just for you like it was hugging your curves perfectly and underlining your feminine charms. You loved lingerie. It made you feel powerful. And you sure as hell needed that power because to work as an escort wasn’t always easy…

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anonymous asked:

Shiro and lance FIC where LANCE is really depressed and doesn't want to leave bed and shiro visits him out of concern and shiro is praising him and using nicknames like "sweetheart" and trying to make lance feel like he belongs.

They’d been worrying for a while now. Ever since Lance’s humorous commentary of their adventures seemed to quiet down and he started to blend more and more into the background, fading out like an old photograph until he was barely noticeable as part of their team.
He still piloted the blue lion and took part in their training, his unbreakable sense of duty fighting hard against whatever it was that sucked the spirit out of him a little more each passing day.

He stopped coming to any group activities that weren’t connected to their responsibilities as paladins, didn’t meet up to tinker with Hunk or watch Pidge break down alien technology.
He stopped his stargazing on the bridge during slow, quiet nights and seemed to let himself go regarding his usually rigorous self care routines, skin drying and starting to break out, hair greasy and tangled. He didn’t seem to care or even notice.
Shiro watched all of it unfold with a sense of unease but it was only when Lance stopped coming to meals that he decided to intervene. He wasn’t sure how, only that someone needed to do something.

When another morning came and went without Lance appearing in the kitchen for breakfast Shiro made his way over to the blue paladin’s room, carefully knocking against the door.
“Lance?” No answer. “Lance, I know you’re in there. You haven’t come out for two days.”
There was a quiet ruffle of fabric but aside from that no reaction. Shiro frowned, debating to turn around and give Lance more space. But he’d been doing that for a while and it had only gotten worse.
“Lance, I’m coming in”, he said, voice sounding firmer and more assured than he felt, but he still pressed a few buttons and watched the door glide open with a nearly inaudible hissing sound.

The room was stuffy and an absolute mess, clothes, old towels and dirty dishes littering the floor, Lance’s helmet thrown into a corner and the rest of his armour laying in a crinkled pile next to the bed. Lance himself seemed to be buried under the covers, a small pile of blankets and unruly hair that seemed way too small on the mattress.
Shiro tried to shove down the sense of horror creeping up into his chest. Whatever it was he’d expected, it wasn’t this.

“Lance?”, he tried again and this time his voice wasn’t as firm anymore. The blanket pile shifted a little.
“Go away”, it said, muffled and incredibly tired. Shiro felt a deep sadness squeeze around his heart. He should have done something way sooner. Maybe it wouldn’t have come to this if he’d only…
No. This was the situation now and he’d find a way to deal with it. He always did.

“Sorry but I can’t do that”, he said, voice soft and careful as he sat down on the edge of the bed. He could smell sweat and grime and had to fight hard not to grimace. “We’re very worried about you. You haven’t been yourself for a while.”
Under the covers Lance grunted, a dry, sarcastic noise.
“'f course I haven’t been … fuck, just leave me alone.”
“No”, Shiro insisted, still soft and careful, reaching out with one hand to brush it against the blankets where he supposed Lance’s shoulder must be. “I think you need help and I’m here to do anything I can to make sure you’ll get better soon.”

The pile twitched and Lance’s head emergesd sucking in deep gulps of air as he frowned up at Shiro. He looked even worse than before, deep shadows under his eyes and cheeks already hollowed a bit.
“There’s nothing…”, he started, then cut himself off, voice thick with disuse. “Unless you can pull my meds out of your ass there’s nothing you can do.”
He sounded angry and helpless and close to crying and at first Shiro was at a loss for words. Then he managed to swallow down his pity. Lance didn’t need that. Nor did he deserve it. Lance was strong and capable but he also seemed to have problems that ran deeper than expected and needed to be treated with respect and understanding, not to be pitied.

“Meds?”, Shiro asked because he’d never seen Lance take any pills or need shots or anything the like. “What kind of … medication do you need?”
Lance scoffed again but at least he sat up slowly instead of fleeing under the covers.
“The kind that makes me not suck at life”, he spat, sounding incredibly bitter and that was when it finally clicked. Took Shiro long enough.

“You mean antidepressants?”, he asked and could have slapped himself for not noticing it sooner. The signs had all been there but with everything else going on around them … no. There was no excuse for not noticing his team mates suffering. But Shiro would take care of that package of additional guilt later.
Lance swallowed and gnawed on his lip and then, finally, nodded.
“I ran out … a while ago”, he began, haltingly, his shoulders drooping like he was ashamed. “I thought I could manage. I mean I learned all that stuff in th- … in therapy.” It obviously pained him to even say it and Shiro wanted to hug him close. “Like with the … with the routines and the … going up to people and … but it wasn’t … enough and I … I just really … really shouldn’t be here.” He sounded like he was about to cry but the tears were never coming and Shiro swallowed before beginning to speak.

“That’s nonsense”, he said, unsure how to handle this but knowing that he had to. “You’re an incredible pilot and the team needs you. We couldn’t have done any of the things we did without you. And just because you need medication to be healthy that doesn’t make you any less worthy to be a paladin. You wouldn’t tell a diabetic to stop his medication and try routines and talking to people if he wants insulin, would you?”
Lance frowned, then shook his head.
“And you wouldn’t say Pidge is less worthy of being a paladin just because they need glasses to see as well as we do, would you?”
Another frown, this time even deeper:
“Of course not!”, he protested and Shiro smiled softly.

“Then why are you any different? Don’t be too hard on yourself. It’s okay to need some help in life. We’re all here to support you.”
Lance didn’t react for a while. Then he shrugged, biting his lip again.
“Do you still have the package your meds came in?”
It takes a while for Lance to react to the question but then he nods and moves to the other side of the mattress, reaching under it and pulling out a flat and slightly crinkled piece of carton that he handed over. Shiro didn’t know much about antidepressants but maybe they could do something with that.

“Very good”, he nodded and reached out to pat Lance’s tousled hair. The other man sighed softly, head bowing for more, obviously starved for any kind of affection.
“How about you take a shower now? I know you don’t feel like it but it’s time we do something about all of this, alright? Then we can talk to the princess. I’m sure there’s a way to get your medication or something similar. We all want you to be your best self again.”

Lance didn’t say anything and kept biting his lip instead. But Shiro counted it as a win when he finally crawled out of bed after a while.



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Ok so I had this au idea thing in my mind for idk how long and it just makes me so excited to show you all so yeah… here it is! Victuuri fire emblem fates au~ O////w////O. 

Yuuri is a prince from Hoshido and he’s an archer (like Takumi) and he also has long hair bc omg I need Yuuri with long hair so bad //////. He’s pretty skilled with his bow but on crucial points during battles his nerves and uncertainty get in the way. The thoughts that one day he will lead Hoshido scares him and he doesn’t think he has it in him to take over that role. 
On the other hand we have Victor, prince of Nohr and he’s a paladin (like Xander). Victor is known as one of the best warriors out there, but having been in the spotlight for so long, he’s longing for other things in life.
There is no conflict between Hoshido and Nohr and one day, Victor has to visit Hoshido for the first time for some agreements and trade discussions and that’s when he meets Yuuri for the first time in real life in the cherry blossom field.
It will be a visit neither of them will forget~

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Stupid Idiot

Chris Jericho/OC. For Anon: Reader has a crush on another wrestler. In hopes of impressing this dude she agrees to a threesome he wants, but she gets terribly left out and ultimately leaves. Chris finds her all tearful in the elevator and gets a clingy earful when he tries to find out if she’s okay. She doesn’t believe him when he says what an idiot this dude is, until he makes her believe it back in his room.


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A Court of Hearts and Darkness Chapter Fifteen

It’s been over a century since the epic and bloody war against Hybern, but a new, unprecedented horror lies in wait to threaten everything the Inner Circle holds dear.

At a mere 17, it seems that the only one who can save them is the Heir to the Night Court, Feyre and Rhysand’s daughter Eleana, but as a creature so vile promises to kill everyone she loves, she must combat the urge to succumb to the darkness herself. The key to success lies hidden within her mate, the bastard born Kaden, who is as oblivious to the bond as her Court is oblivious to the war on the horizon.

With the help of her cousin and warrior Felix, the son of the famed Nesta and Cassian, they will try to save everything they hold dear, hopefully before the darkness takes them all.

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Eleana was ready to go, just waiting for Kaden to hurry up. Who knew getting dressed could be such as task?

“Hurry up you bastard!” Felix was also impatient. He had offered them his house to get ready, since it’s not like they had anywhere else to go. For the next two days, Felix was taking the Elite on a mission to the mortal lands. Eleana’s mother was under the assumption that that’s where her daughter was going to be. It wasn’t a lie, per se, Eleana was going to be with a member of the Elite, just not the one she was related to.

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Newt Gets Graves A Kitten

@qed221b @ladyoftheshrimp @fantastic-beasts-smut - I blame ya’ll.

And you especically, QED, for this adorableness right here.


Newt gets Graves a kitten, because he knows how helpful animals are in the healing process and while it’s been a year since Grindelwald, some scars just don’t want to fade away. Those tricky scars of the heart. 

So he gets Graves a kitten. A small, fluffy kitten with blond wisps of hair and eyes too big for its head. Feeble in its youth. Its cries are more chirping than cat-like. He puts a big, floppy bow around its neck - the red ribbon practically bigger than its whole body and giving it the illusion of wings - before quietly slipping into the bedroom they share. 

“This is him,” Newt whispers into the little kitten’s too large ears, lifting him up and out to show him the slender back of the man laying in bed before them - dead asleep. “Now off you go, just like we discussed.”

And then he sets the little beast down and lets it loose. He watches as it determinedly wobbles to the bed, obviously set on a goal. Smiles as it sets its tiny claws into the soft silk of their sheets and climbs the tall rise of their bed. Walks closer to watch as the little fur ball then makes an unsteady beeline for the man in the bed – as though completely aware of what Newt had said to him when walking home with him this morning from the shelter.

He can’t stop himself from laughing when the little beast finally makes it to Graves’ face. It reaches out with a tiny paw and taps his face kindly, as though asking for attention, before finally flat out sitting on the man’s face.

Graves jerks up, eyes wide and hair sticking out in every which way, and blinks first at the now upended little fur ball on his pillow, then at Newt – bewildered and confused from waking. Newt only laughs harder as he watches Graves slowly try to connect the dots, everything moving slowly from sleep. His hands seem impossibly large as he gathers the struggling little kitten up to better study it.

Bright green eyes, blonde fluffy coat, tiny little paws and a soft little chin that it rests atop his knuckles, staring up at him. Newt sees it the moment something melts in Graves – too tired and too early to hide the emotion before Newt can see.

“Do you like him?” Newt asks, bemused as his partner’s eyes rise from over top the little cat to stare at him, baffled and sleepy.

“I don’t understand,” Graves says, and Newt feels another piece of his heart melt for the man currently naked and in his bed, holding a kitten and blinking sleepily at him.

“He’s yours.”

“He’s mine?” Graves repeats.

“Yes,” Newt chuckles.

“You got me a cat?” Graves asks, eyes falling back down on the little kitten.

Newt pauses, suddenly worried that this had been a rash decision. He shouldn’t have surprised his partner with something so big, that required such a commitment, without talking to him first. His thoughts begin to tail spin. His hands tremble as he wrings them.

“I, uh – yes. That is… if you want him?”

Graves just squints at him for a long moment before suddenly collapsing back into the bed again, taking the kitten with him.

“That’s great,” Graves mumbles into his pillow, the kitten tucked happily beneath his chin and purring merrily away. “Kitten Newt won’t leave me alone in my bed at hideously early hours every morning.”

Newt squawked, indignant; a huge and spreading smile on his face despite his affronted tone.

“You’re replacing me?!”

“Technically you replaced yourself.”

“Move over, I’m coming in there.”

“Nope, I have kitten Newt now. There’s no more need for you in my bed,” Graves says, one eye cracking open to catch Newt’s gaze as he smiles, unable to hide his mirth.

“Oh you’re going to get it,” Newt growls as he stalks the bed.

“Not in front of kitten Newt!” Graves gasps, dramatic and scandalized.

Newt crawls onto the bed where he’d normally sleep and gently covers the little kitten’s eyes with one finger, ignoring its plaintive little meow as he leans forward to capture Graves’ lips in a soft, sleepy kiss.

“Thank you,” Graves whispers into his lips after their kiss.

Newt just kisses him again.

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“hey, nozaki, when did you realise you had a crush on sakura?”

nozaki had to think about that for a while. when did he come to terms that he had feelings for sakura? for as long as he can remember throughout their friendship, it was like there was always something of an attraction hinting behind his actions; he can’t remember a moment when he DIDN’T have feelings for sakura.

he tries to recall an exact moment in time that he really felt his feelings for her. there is many that come to mind, and all of them make his heart flutter.

maybe it was the moment when sakura had asked nozaki for help in doing her hair, and it was when his fingers had brushed through her soft, bright hair and fastened the patterned bows next to her ears and her smile of thanks is so sweet that it makes nozaki’s heart beat.

or maybe it was the moment when they were walking home together, alone in the rain, and the entire world was a blurry domain of grey as he and sakura were sheltered under his umbrella; their paced steps went slow to keep from sloshing up puddles and getting their ankles wet, and nozaki found it adorable at how short sakura was to him. he wondered what it would be like to run home through the rain with his hand grasping hers.

or maybe it was the moment when they were working together on his manga work on a late friday night, and it wasn’t until a soft sigh came to his ears that nozaki realised that sakura had fallen asleep — her head on the table, face to the side, and her slumbered breathing was so peaceful that nozaki resisted the urge to pick her up like a teddy bear and cuddle her dearly. instead, he had grabbed a blanket from his room, draped it over sakura’s shoulders, and spent a good few minutes admiring the way the moonlight from the tiny window framed her round face.

or maybe it was the moment when the two were sitting together at a lovely lowkey restaurant, knees touching below the table, and nozaki had said something that he can’t recall to this day, but apparently it was funny enough to make sakura toss her head back and laugh the most melodious laugh he’s ever heard from her — and when she settled and gazed at him with bright eyes and an open smile, nozaki found himself grinning right back. her happiness was contagious.

her happiness was his happiness.

“i don’t know,” nozaki finally answers, after thinking about it for a long time. mikoshiba looks at him expectantly, waiting for more.

“all i know is, she’s always in the back of my mind.”

anonymous asked:

Same au as the argument one. Trini gets hurt and Kim goes all protective freak out girlfriend

Thanks for the prompt!


Trini isn’t one for looking after people, and it’s not because she doesn’t care; sometimes she was so distracted with everything going on around her that she simply doesn’t remember to check up on them. It’s the reason why she doesn’t blame anyone when they don’t notice her lagging behind. It’s getting harder for her to breathe, her chest feels like someone was standing on it, her eyes blurry as a headache bounces around in her head. She stumbles for a few more steps before her eyes roll to the back of her head, her legs giving out as she collapses.


“Kimberly,” it’s a hushed whisper, but she doesn’t turn to look at Jason, her eyes trained on the girl in the hospital bed. “You should go home.”

She shakes her head because, no, she doesn’t want to go anywhere that isn’t near Trini. This was all her fault, anyway, she hadn’t been paying attention after they had finished fighting; she had been talking with Billy about how to make her arrows explode when they hit their target when they had noticed Trini wasn’t with them. Had she been paying attention, maybe she would have gotten her help sooner. So she doesn’t turn her head, just keeps her eyes on the still figure laying on the hospital bed, afraid that if she looks away, the other girl might disappear.

“Kim,” Jason tries again, his voice gentle as he looks at her from the door, but she simply shakes her head. She hears him sigh before he walks out of the hospital room, his head hung as he walked down the hallway to meat up with the other guys. She settles herself into her seat, making herself as comfortable as she can before grabbing the other girl’s hand. She lets her thumb stroke smooth tan skin as her eyes trace the dark halo around the other girl’s face, Trini’s brown hair going every which way on her pillow, but she lets her eyes trail to the white bandage wrapping around her forehead, and she can’t help but frown. 

Kimberly doesn’t know when the Latina had hit her head during the fight, but the doctor had said Trini’s brain swelling had been caused by a hard hit to the head, the girl’s air circulation had stopped and caused her to black out - they made sure not to tell the doctors they had ran over with Trini in Kimberly’s arms when he asked how they managed to get there on time.

“I’m so sorry.” Kimberly whispers into the quiet room, her thumb still stroking tan skin as worry swirls in her eyes, her stomach coiling with tension as she sits by the girl’s hospital bed, waiting impatiently for the ranger to wake up. She hates the quiet that surrounds them, makes her think something is trying to sneak up on her, makes her realize she’s alone with her thoughts - with her guilt. She shifts in her chair, running her fingers through her hair, a frustrated huff escaping her lips as she bows her head.

She figures she should get some rest before Trini’s family comes, Trini’s parents leaving April Grove tomorrow, giving them enough time to find someone who’ll stay with Trini’s brothers.

She lets a frustrated huff escape her lips as she lifts her head, looking at her girlfriend as she bites her lower lip with worry. Kimberly stands, unable to stay still for long, and shuffles forward until she’s standing beside a sleeping Trini, the heavy feeling in her chest unwavering as she sees the IV Trini had in her arm, the cables for the EKG machine doing their job as the sound of Trini’s beating heart calms her enough not to be in tears..

“Wake up soon, yeah?” Kimberly whispers - pleads - as she bends down and kisses Trini’s forehead, frowning when her lips meat heated skin. She takes her seat and waits.


“You should be at school.” Trini says with an eye roll as she watches Kimberly walk through the door of their bedroom. Kimberly doesn’t reply, just waves her off and walks closer, bending down to press a kiss against her lips. Trini smiles when Kimberly seems to take a step back before pecking her lips one more time, almost as if once was not enough.

“How are you feeling?” Kimberly asks instead, taking a seat at the edge of Trini’s bed, brushing a strand of black hair behind her ear as she watches the shorter girl struggle to sit up. There’s worry in her eyes, but she doesn’t help - she doesn’t need another angry rant about Trini being strong enough to do a few things by herself.

Trini groans, but she doesn’t realize it until Kimberly’s brown eyes fill to the brim with worry.

“That bad, huh?” Kimberly asks as she smiles, but Trini can see the concern that cloud brown eyes, and she hates seeing it there. She can tell her girlfriend was stressed out about the fact that she’s still having trouble with her health, but there wasn’t much she could do. At least her ranger powers were helping her heal a little faster. She had woken up the next morning and had been sent home three days later with the doctors questioning how she was able to heal so quickly.

“I’m fine, just a small headache.” Trini says as she tries to wave off the worried brown eyes.

“Do you need something? When did you last take your pain medicine? You should have taken it for breakfast, right? That was probably around..” Kimberly takes a second to think before she’s rambling again, “eight? and it’s one?”

Trini just raises an amused smile because this has been her girlfriend for the last two weeks. She grabs Kimberly’s hand when she notices the other girl was about to stand. “Will you relax?” She tugs on Kim’s hand until the other girl sits down reluctantly. “I don’t want anything, and you’ve only been gone for a couple hours.”

“Why not?” The question is shot quickly, brown eyes skimming over Trini’s body as her brows furrow.

“The medicine makes me feel funny.” Trini excuses, tugging at the girl’s hand again, but Kimberly doesn’t budge, a tentative look crossing her face.

“Okay, so do you want ice or your heating pad?” Kimberly says, getting ready to stand before Trini tugs again. “What? Do you want Tylenol or Advil?”

“Will you please just sit with me?” Trini asks exasperated with an eye roll, tugging at the other girls hand again.

“Not until you tell me how to help.” Kimberly stubbornly says, half-heartedly glaring at the other girl. Trini watches as Kimberly’s face twists with an intrigued look as she scoots herself forward and feels her forehead with the back of her hand.

“Will you please stop?” Trini says frustrated, shoving the other girl’s hand away slightly, but she’s not surprised when Kimberly goes undeterred and lets her hand fall to her neck, switching from side to side to check her temperature. Trini gives up and lets Kimberly finish checking her. Trini swears she worries too much. “Are you done?” Trini asks, annoyed.

“Do you want ice or heating pad?” Kimberly persists, brows furrowed as she stands and moves towards the table in the corner, the desk full with medicine and different size heating pads. 

“Ice.” Trini grumbles, eyes rolling when Kimberly gets a satisfied smile playing on her face.

“Here,” Kimberly says after a few second, fishing out an ice gel pack from the mini fridge Trini had in her room. Kimberly goes to put it on her head, but Trini simply snatches it out of her hand with a huff and places it on the back of her head, glaring at her girlfriend. “Will you stop being angry?” Kimberly says with a shake of her head, taking a seat in her previous position.

“Will you stop babying me?” Trini snaps, crossing her arms and letting the ice pack fall at her side. “You can’t just come lay with me like a normal girlfriend?”

Kimberly rolls her eyes as she stands, kicking off her sneakers before pulling back Trini’s sheets, scooting herself next to the other woman, tugging her gently into her side. Trini lets Kim pull her closer, but she doesn’t lean into her as she looks across the room towards the TV.

“I’m just making sure you’re not in pain.” Kimberly says with a sigh, a small chuckle escaping her lips when Trini rolls her eyes. She waits until her girlfriend turns to look at her, an annoyed frown playing on her lips, before Kimberly pouts and bats her eyelashes.

“I hate you.” Trini says simply as Kimberly tugs her again and Trini simply curls herself around the taller girl, tucking her head into Kimberly’s neck, smiling when Kim kisses her forehead gently. Trini loves moments like these when Kimberly just relaxes, small content sighs escaping her lips every now and then as she lets her hand stroke Trini’s back. She doesn’t miss the small moments when Kimberly leans her head on Trini’s forehead to make sure she wasn’t running a fever. Trini’s head does hurt, so much so that she can barely keep her eyes open, but just having Kimberly next to her was enough to quell the pain.

“I love you.”

“You betta.”

anonymous asked:

Heyo I just absolutely love your blog! Would you mind doing a classical musician au (orchestra or solo, doesn't matter) for Yoongi, Seokjin, and Taehyung? Like they play classical music and instruments like violin or piano? Thank you so much! 💖💖

ummmm listen to me anon i love orchestras,,,,i love listening to harp concertos,,,,how did you know,,,,,,

Yoongi

  • he’s the conductor 
  • and he takes it very seriously. like he does not play around 
  • with him it’s all about perfection and it’s not because of some sort of complex he has,,,,,it’s because people like to look down on younger conductors like him,,,,people who might not have years and years of knowledge so he pushes himself and his musicians to play their best even if it means hours of tireless practice
  • fluent in italian + french because he needs to know how to read choral writing 
  • plays piano,,,,but rarely shows it to people outside of his close musical friends and mentors.
  • known as ‘stone yoongi’ since he doesn’t change his expression ever,,,,,,not even when the tempo rises or something goes wrong. he’ll correct people with the same tone of voice as he praises people
  • some of the musicians don’t like his very practical, hard-work over everything approach but everyone in the orchestra puts their trust in his leadership because they know he’ll never let them down
  • and you’re one of those people, you play viola and you’re seated right in front of yoongi and no matter what piece of music you’re playing or how well or how bad the practice is going you can’t help but admire his complete grace and unwavering expression
  • ,,,,,,,but also you’ve made it your own personal mission to make him smile. at least once
  • because you remember seeing him smile,,,,,,during the new years dinner where one of his mentors had complimented him on his improved skills and how,,,,,,,,you’d seen this beautiful gorgeous smile you knew you’d never be able to forget
  • and so from making faces, to making musical puns, to even using two bows to give yourself antennas,,,,,,,,,you’ve tried to get a laugh. a chuckle. a hint of that smile
  • but it hasn’t worked 
  • not until you end up late to practice, running past everyone’s stares, hair a mess and yoongi goes “why are you late”
  • and you, out-of-breath, admit that your case had gotten stuck between the closing doors on the train and you had to literally put your foot against the door and tug it out, falling over onto your back in the process
  • but you grin and pull out your viola and you’re like “thankfully, she’s fine!” (referring to the instrument)
  • and this,,,,,,,,this pulls the corners of yoongi’s lips into a small smile
  • but enough of a smile that it shows his gums and his eyes scrunch up 
  • and you’re like holy,,,,,,,,i did it,,,,,,,,,,he smiled,,,,,
  • and after the practice you go up to yoongi and you’re like “im sorry for interrupting the practice-” but yoongi just shakes his head and then suddenly he’s ????? smiling again
  • and you’re like someone pinch me he’s so freaking cute
  • and he’s like “it’s fine, but really the way you were most worried about your viola really-” and he looks into your eyes and he’s like “really shows that you love it,,,you love music right?”
  • and you nod, because of course you’ve always loved it from the bottom of your heart
  • and the next thing you hear you can’t believe but ???? yoongi is like “me too,,,,,,,not a lot of people truly care for their instruments and their talent,,,,,,,also - aren’t you happy, you finally got me to smile.”
  • and you’re like Omg,,,,,did you figure out what i was up to?
  • and this time it isn’t a smile but a smirk more so and yoongi goes “it was obvious, but since i smiled - how about you do something for me?”
  • and you’re like well,,,,what? 
  • and he’s like “do you want to go get coffee with me?” and you get a bit flustered and taken aback and you’re like,,,,,,,are you asking me to hangout?? 
  • and yoongi is like “hmm, no im asking you on a date.”

Jin

  • instrument: the harp 
  • “if you bother me during practice again i will strangle you with all 47 of these strings. do nOT test me”
  • deserves more solos ,,,,,,, like yes jimin’s tchaikovsky violin solo was great but,,,,,,jin has this really good boieldieu piece,,,,,
  • people are always like “he’s so perfect for the harp,,,,it’s the most beautiful instrument in the orchestra and he’s just as beautiful tbh”
  • and yes he looks magical playing it, long fingers gliding across the strings and a very handsome composed face it’s honestly like watching a prince
  • so many other members have messed up by looking over at him and just being mesmerized and basically missing their notes 
  • and you’re new to the orchestra, replacing one of their flute players who’d gotten sick and on the day of your first rehearsal
  • you get there super early and you see this tall boy with this HUGE case and he’s looking at the door to the practice room and you’re like !!!! he needs help
  • and you go over and you’re like “let me hold the door open for you!!!”
  • and you don’t even look at his face, you just get the handle open and look at the case and try to guess ,,,, like it’s not a cello it’s not the right shape,,,,,an octobass??? no,,,,,,,
  • and then you hear him laugh and he’s like “thank you!” and it’s a very unique laugh it’s kind of squeaky??
  • and you look at him and holy moly is he????? an???? angel????
  • how can someone look like that
  • and jin is just like “my harp is such a pain to move,,,,,it’s the worst part about this instrument.” and he like slowly begins to move it through the door and thankfully the case is on wheels, but it’s still gigantic 
  • and you get bumped a bit by jin’s shoulder as he’s moving past you but you’re like more concentrated on making sure the harp gets inside unharmed
  • and once jin gets it through the door, he gets it into his position and he’s like opening the case and you’re like “let me help!!”
  • and jin is like “oh, thank you! by the way are you new?” and you introduce yourself and tell him you’re the new flute player and he’s like oh im jin,,,,,,as you can tell i play harp LOL
  • and you’re like “i love the harp!! it’s such an underrated instrument,,,”
  • and jin claps his hands and is like EXACTLY,,,,,you get me i feel like we’ll get along
  • and you guys start talking and it’s kind of funny because you’re on one side of the harp and he’s on the other and like you can see him through the strings
  • when finally you peek from the corner and you see jin’s face once again you’re like what ,,,,,,,, art,,,,,,,am i looking at tbh
  • and he’s like “oh here let me show you how to play a note on the harp!”
  • and you’re like !!!! ok
  • and he takes your hand and gently guides it over onto one of the strings and tells you to put your foot on one of the pedals
  • and you notice how long and elegant his fingers are and you’re like he really is perfect for this instrument
  • and his warm breath is against your ear as he’s telling you to play an ascending note
  • and it’s like a scene out of a movie,,,,,,,
  • until you hear someones voice and you look over to see a younger boy going “hyung!!!!!! are you two having a MOMENT?”
  • and jin is like “jungkook come here - what did you just say?”
  • and you’re blushing because,,,,,a moment,,,,,,and jin’s ears are red too but he’s too busy running to chase jungkook who has dashed out of the room saying he’s going to tell the rest of bts that jin is being a big flirt LOL 

Taehyung 

  • instrument: the bassoon
  • his instrument is the largest one in the woodwind family and therefore can play the lowest notes and everyone says it’s fitting because his voice is p low too
  • someone: “taehyung has anyone ever told you,,,,,you speak in like a B flat?”
  • taehyung: “honestly i don’t speak that DEEP im not batman please,,,,,though that would be really cool should i try speaking like batman from now o-”
  • the whole orchestra: “PLEASe god n o”
  • he really likes it when kids ask what kind of instrument he’s playing because it looks like a really big flute??? with lots of keys??? and shiny parts??? and he’s just like very very excited to tell kids about how cool the bassoon is and how it is very very important to the orchestra family
  • and tbh most people look at him and their first impression is that he can’t be serious,,,,,,like he can’t actually play classical music well with his torn up jeans and vibrant personality,,,,,they’re just like “shouldn’t be in a punk band or something?” but taehyung,,,,
  • when he plays,,,he’s 100% serious and committed and you can see the shift in his face. like he goes from all soft smiles, big eyes, sparkling laughter to concentrated, sharp focus 
  • and you don’t know taehyung at all, to be honest you’re just an usher that works at this concert hall and during the practice you’re doing the usual check up to see that the seats are all clean and there isn’t any safety hazards
  • when you look up you see this grinning boy, with pretty brown eyes and a really cheerful chuckle walking up onto the stage and he’s holding the bassoon and you’re like huh he looks kinda playful,,,,,is this orchestra not famous yet?
  • but literally ten minutes into practice you look up again and spot him,,,,,the same smiling youthful looking boy playing with such a stark expression of seriousness that you almost trip over yourself as you’re going down the aisle of chairs
  • and taehyung notices the way you keep throwing glances over your shoulder
  • and even after practice as everyone is going back out and the theater is being opened for the night,,,taehyung passes by you and gives you a smile and you’re like ?????
  • but shrug it off as you start helping people to their seats and passing out programs
  • but then you hear people talking with other members of the orchestra and when you help over an elderly couple to their front row seats you see him,,,,,taehyung,,,,,,standing there too and you kind of blink a bit because shouldn’t he be mingling with the other musicians and people??
  • but taehyung tilts his head and gives you a wink and you’re like !!!!!!! blushing and looking around and then giving a small wave
  • which in turn makes taehyung break out into a grin, slight pinkness in his cheeks
  • and you don’t get to talk until after the performance but taehyung finds you as you’re pointing out the bathroom to some people and he’s like “hi ^^” and you’re like omg,,,,hi?? and he’s like “so which do you like more,,,,,,,musician me or plain me?” and you’re like huh and he’s like “smiley, cute me or sexy, serious me?”
  • and you get that he’s referring to how he is off and on stage and it makes you giggle and he just wiggles his eyebrows 
  • and it’s cute,,,,,,his sense of humor matches yours and taehyung asks if your ushering shift is over soon and maybe you two can get dinner? 
*Hints* Newt x reader

◘ Anonymous asked:

Hii! I love your stories! I keep your notifications on so I wont miss any ❤❤❤ Do you mind writing a story where Newt keeping giving the reader huge hints about him loving her but she’s so oblivious about it so he gets mad? With a bit of angst and huge fluff 😊😊❤ Thank you!! ❤❤❤❤

♦ Thanks, sweetie! I hope you enjoy ^_^  ❤

Newt admired you from his shed, watching as you carefully took care of his bowtruckles. You had been traveling alongside him for the past year as he worked on writing is soon to be done book, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. You and Newt had met years ago while both attending Hogwarts and quickly became close friends. There had never been anything romantic between the two of you, but for the past few months Newt had begun to notice how he would become nervous around you or tense up at even the slightest touch from you. He found himself most days thinking about you or admiring you from afar. 

A tiny chirp came from Pickett, his bowtruckle who resided in his vest pocket, and he looked down to see the little creature looking from you to him. 

“She is beautiful, isn’t she?” Newt breathed. The smile on his face only widening as he continued to admire you. Pickett chirped again and Newt let out a sigh. “I wish I could tell her how I feel… But I just don’t know the words to say it. It seems like whatever I try, it won’t be enough, ya know?” Newt looked down at his little friend when an idea suddenly hit him. Perhaps he didn’t need to use words.

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