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analienanimeaficionado  asked:

Hello! I really like your blog and was wondering how RFA+Saeran+V would react when they meet MC for the 1st time and realizing that MC is much shorter and younger looking than expected. I was wondering since I'm a 19 yr old girl, 4'11", and get told often that I look 12 and am still given kiddie menus at restaurants lol. You don't have to respond, I just thought this would be a funny scenario since some characters are really tall, thank you!


Haha, some of them would have a huge difference! Hope you like these~


Zen:

  • This man is really tall
  • When he first met, he kind of looked over your head trying to find you in a crowd
  • He wasn’t taken very aback by your height
  • He think you’re cute being so tiny
  • But you do look very young which could cause trouble if he’s not careful
  • He’s very protective of you with the press, since he doesn’t want you caught up in drama
  • If you try to look a little taller, he’ll give you his opinion on different heels
  • Listens to your rants when others mistake your age
  • Sometimes he’ll take selfies to tease you, since you always end up cut off at first
  • You always have to stand on a table or something
  • Eventually, he just memorizes one specific angles so you can take it together
  • He won’t tease you if you can’t reach things though
  • He’ll get whatever you need, and even shifts things around in his house so you don’t feel bad

Yoosung:

  • He’s used to being the shortest in his group of friends
  • He’s still growing though
  • If you feel really insecure about your height, he’ll try to cheer you up
  • “Maybe you’re still growing, like me!”
  • He secretly loves it when you wear oversized sweaters
  • The sweater paws make you look like a cute puppy
  • He likes to give you piggy back rides if you’re tired or want to see over a crowd
  • Your baby face doesn’t faze him that much
  • But if someone else says something to you, he’ll defend you
  • You both have a perfect height difference
  • He can easily rest his arm around you and you fit perfectly against his side
  • Loves to hug you from behind a lot

Jaehee:

  • She’s an average height, but still pretty small
  • You guys aren’t that far off which means she has a shopping buddy
  • You and her start going shopping for heels every other week
  • You both fit each other’s clothes decently
  • Hers is a little big on you, but no big deal
  • You actually like wearing her clothes, because you look a lot more mature
  • Her style rubs off on you
  • You look like a child next to her a lot with your baby face
  • She also helps with that since she gives you tips on make up
  • Either way, she doesn’t care how you look
  • Your age is reflected in how you act, and she thinks you’re very wise and caring

Jumin:

  • Talk about height difference
  • He thought you were cute in the chats in the way you talked and acted
  • But seeing you in person, you were so tiny and adorable to him
  • Like with Zen, he was worried you might get caught up in some scandal because you two looked years apart
  • But with his cautious nature and  the fact that the body guards basically hid you, there were no issues
  • He can tell when you’re feeling insecure about your height
  • On those bad days, you’ll end up finding a new pair of heels in your closet
  • Likes to find creative ways to kiss you smoothly
  • He’ll lean down asking you to fix his tie and then just steal a kiss
  • You like it when you’re sitting on one of those tall chairs
  • For once, you can easily kiss or hug him without straining on your toes
  • He makes sure there’s small step stools in every room, just in case you need things from the top shelves
  • You can’t tell whether you find it sweet or not…


Seven:

  • He figured you were pretty tiny from your background info
  • But for some reason, in person you just seemed so much smaller
  • He actually loves teasing you about it
  • When you reacted negatively to the short jokes, he kinda stopped
  • Still got you in more subtle ways
  • Rests his arm on your head you might have almost killed him
  • Purposely holds things out of reach
  • But he’s still pretty considerate when you can’t reach things in the kitchen or dining room
  • Cuddling is really nice though
  • He’ll come up behind you when you’re sitting on floor and just envelop you in his arms and a blanket
  • One time, you were given a kids menu at a restaurant
  • He was suppressing his laughter when you were trying to explain to the embarrassed waiter
  • But you both colored with the crayons anyway

Saeran:

  • You once told him off for not taking care of himself
  • And he just casually commented
  • “What do know? Aren’t you like 12?”
  • You released some wrath on him until you found out he legit thought you were 12
  • He treated you like a normal adult after that
  • He makes references to your height, but not in a joking way
  • At least, that’s what he says…you never see the smirk he gives after you struggle
  • He’ll unconsciously pat your head as he walks by
  • The worst is when you two are walking
  • It’s so hard to keep up with his long strides
  • Whenever you’re on your tippy toes trying to reach something, he just gets it for you after watching you for a few minutes
  • Mutters “cute” but you never hear it

V:

  • He can’t see very well when you first meet
  • When he moves to place a hand on your shoulder, he accidentally places it on your head
  • He apologizes for it profusely
  • Loves it when you hug him
  • He likes the feeling of your tiny arms around his torso
  • Also likes picking you up and spinning you around if you haven’t seen each other in awhile
  • He usually interrupts people if they start to make a joke about your height or something
  • He actually never realized you had a baby face
  • He was so accustomed to hearing your voice
  • Normally, you two talked about deep things, so he could tell your maturity level
  • Makes up cute nicknames referring to your height

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“Look, if I make you breakfast in bed, a simple ‘Thank You’ will suffice. None of this ‘How did you get in my house’ business,” the young girl huffed, one hand on her hip as she balanced a covered tray in the other. “So rude.”

“Alya!” Adrien whimpered, pulling his blankets even higher to cover himself from her gaze. “What are you doing here!?”

He immediately regretted his question at the feral grin that split the reporter’s lips. He squeaked in horror when she abruptly jumped into the bed next to him, still balancing the tray of food with seemingly little effort. Leaning into his personal bubble with little care for how he tried to back away, Alya’s next words did little to calm the racing of his pulse.

“I’m here because I’ve run out of patience, Agreste.”

“P-patience?”

“That’s right,” she nodded, crawling forward so that she was now looming over his hunched form. “I can’t stand it anymore. It’s been two years. I think I’ve waited long enough for you to open you eyes…”

Adrien took a deep breath as she sat back finally, a maniacal twinkle in her eyes–

“…so this is your official wake up call.”

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anonymous asked:

can you maybe do a scenario about Jimin and his pregnant girlfriend / wife (also if you're okay with that, it would be great if it were smut) BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO OF COURSE, thank you very much :D

Thank you for your request :) sorry it took forever

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Originally posted by suga-com

Exhaling slowly you look up at Jimin staring at the Pregnancy Tester. The silence was thick, almost choking you as it filled every inch of the room.

What was he going to say? If you were him, what would you say? Was he going to leave you? Maybe he wanted you to get an abortion. Hell you guys weren’t even married yet. There had been no mention from either of you about the subject.

Your head was beginning to spin as the ringing noise in your ears grew louder. Sucking in a huge breath you tried to keep your calm. Somehow you would be able to get through this.

“I can get an abortion if you want me to”, even through the ringing you could hear your words clearly. There was no way you could loose Jimin.

His head snapped up in an instance, “What! No! I mean if you want to keep the baby we’ll keep it. It’s just unexpected that’s all.”

Just like the Desert, that’s how dry your throat was. You tried swallowing to get rid of the dryness in order to respond to what Jimin just said.

“Why”, you croaked out. How could he say something like that. Was he not scared?

His eyes traveled back down to the Pregnancy Tester in his hands. It felt very light in his hand, almost fragile. However the weight of what it signified bared down on him. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind about wanting the child, he did. Did you want it though? Originally he’d wanted to propose and get married before approaching the subject of children. You’ve been together now for a little more than 3 years. You’ve been together through thick and thin where most couples wouldn’t have had the guts to pull through.

“I… ah I want this Y/N. I want you and me together. This isn’t exactly planned but we can make it work….. I want to make it work if you’re with me”, Jimin takes your clammy hands in his strong sturdy ones.

Even as it felt like the entire world was being thrown into chaos, he manages to bring you down to earth again. He reminded you of the eye of a Hurricane, calm and peaceful. Tears built themselves in your eyes and spilled onto your cheeks.

“Hey don’t cry now Y/N. It’s alright. I’m not leaving you. Don’t worry your pretty little head”, peppering kisses on your face he whispered sweet nothings to you.

After being held for a while you finally are lulled into a peaceful slumber. Picking you up gently, Jimin lays you on your bed wrapping you up securely in his embrace.

———

Warmth was fluttering on your skin as your eyes fully opened. Between your legs you saw Jimin sitting and skimming with his lips on your not yet prominent belly.

“I can’t to see you full on pregnant with our child”, he says without looking up. His lips take a dive lower as he fists your pants pulling them down and discarding them in the room. “Now that you’re already pregnant we don’t need to worry about protection.”

Smirking up at you he pulls off his clothes in a couple swift movements before positioning himself at your sex, “I can’t wait to cum into you and watch it drip out.”

At his words your cheeks warm and you can’t help but feel aroused at the thought of him filling you up.

“Jimin”, you say breathlessly as he rubs his cock on your slits, coating himself in your juices. His hands squeeze your breasts through the thin shirt as he pokes only the tip of his cock in and out of your heat. Your sex clenches around nothing as he continues, bucking your hips you try to push him deeper in to satisfy your need.

“I want you Jimin. Please I need more of you”, you beg him as he pushes your hips firmly into the bed, restraining you.

“Hold on Y/N. I’ll give you what you want soon enough”, he leans down over you and captures your lips with his. Softly you mold together tilting your heads as he runs his tongue against yours. There’s no fight for dominance as you take turns exploring each other deeper.

Slowly Jimin pushes in and your legs automatically wrap themselves around his waist. Gasps and moans mix as you feel every ridge and vein on his girth sliding deeper into your heat.

“Damn you look so sexy like that”, Jimin drawls out as he watches your face contort in pleasure. His fingers skillfully playing with your clit, knowing exactly how to make you reach your high and drag it out. You’re a shuddering mess underneath him as he pulls out halfway to thrust back in again.

“That feels so good”, you moan as you pull Jimin down to your lips silencing your moans. His lips leave yours moving lower towards your neck and collarbone, latching on he sucks on the bare skin marking it with small hickeys. Your nails drag against his back as you feel pressure building in your lower abdomen.

Building up speed Jimin snaps his hips into yours faster. You watch him bite his lip as his eyes close and his face contorts with pleasure. Throwing your head back you loose yourself in ecstasy as it hits. As the high fades you feel Jimin release his sperm filling you up and causing your sex to spasm around his, milking his cock from all of his juices. With a couple more thrusts he pulls out leaving you worn out and satisfied. Dazed you look up at him as he starts to stroke your sex with his fingers, coating them in your juices and his.

“Cum for me one more time Y/N. I want to see that sexy face you make”, he purrs as he slips his fingers into you. Curling his two fingers up he rubs your g-spot making you arch your back and moans slip past your parted lips. Pressure builds as you still underneath him before your sex spasms around his fingers. His fingers still as you ride out your wave and latch onto him.

“I can’t anymore Jimin”, you tell him as you fall limp onto the bed.

“Alright Babe”, Jimin replies cleaning you up and tucking you in bed. He presses his lips to your Belly and then to your waiting lips as he whispers, “I can’t wait to do that again everyday.”

~Admin Kirsten

anonymous asked:

Hello, i love your work, and I'm a huge Frederick x Robin shipper! Can I get a kidnap story where Robin is kidnapped and they have to find them, but no one knows they're a couple so Frederick has to remain outwardly calm?

[how can the man with the least chill in the world ever remain calm-]

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It was the dead of night. You were halfway to helping Frederick put out the last of the camp’s fires. Then there was a strange-smelling cloth over your mouth, and the world went black.

The lieutenant thought little of your absence at first, until you failed to show. He decided to look around for you, realizing very quickly you were nowhere to be found.

Quite literally, he couldn’t have alerted the camp any faster. Frederick sprinted to Chrom’s tent, rousing the prince and informing him that-

“Robin has been taken-!”

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anonymous asked:

Hello~! I gotta first off say how much I love your writing. It's awesome! Now, I was wondering if you could do a reaction to their significant other having pityriasis rosea on their body?(Give it a google if you don't know what it is) I got it recently, and it's all over my torso, legs and arms and it's just awful trying to find things to wear that will hide them. I'm just feeling pretty low about them being there. They last up to two months so I still have a ways to go yet. Thank you so much! x

Hi there! We’re so sorry you had to wait so long for this! We’re just a tad bit backed up on requests. But anyways, we’re so sorry to hear that and we genuinely hope you get better soon! Until then, we hope this makes you feel a little better! 

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How Bts Would React To You Having Pityriasis Rosea

Jungkook: He texts you, “How was your day, sweetheart?” As you read his message, you sit there torn. Should you lie to him and say you’re doing okay, like you have been for the past few days? Or should you finally be honest with him and tell him what’s wrong? You pondered. Eventually, you gave in. You felt bad for lying to him for so long. You don’t like lying, especially to your boyfriend. “Eh…I’ve seen better days. But, it’s okay! Don’t worry about me 💕” You pressed send and hoped he would just dismiss it. Moments later he replies, “No it’s not. I have some free time, I’m coming over. You can tell me what happened then, okay? Love you 💕” You start to panic. “No, Kookie! It’s okay, I swear! You don’t have to!” You didn’t want him to worry. He never responded, which meant he was driving already. You sigh to yourself. Guess he was going to have to find out sooner or later. Next thing you knew, you found yourself standing in front of your boyfriend, telling him at rapid fire everything you’ve been feeling. “I hate it, Jungkook! It’s hard for me to look people in the eyes anymore without feeling so self conscious! I don’t feel pretty, I just feel like I need to cover up and hide and I just-” Suddenly you stopped. You found yourself surrounded by the warmth of his embrace. His arms wrapped around you tighter than ever before. He whispers in your ears, “You’ve never been so wrong…” That’s when it all made sense. Jungkook never stopped thinking you were beautiful.

He didn’t care. And although it’s hard, you shouldn’t either.

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Jimin: You would be at home, trying to just get through this like you always have: alone. You texted your boyfriend Jimin, saying that you weren’t feeling well, when you were actually just hiding. What you didn’t know is that Jimin was on his way to your house, arms full of chocolate and flowers in hope of making you feel better. Once he was there, you opened the door, completely forgetting the fact that, since you were home alone, that you had a tank top and shorts on. Jimin tilts his head in confusion. “What’s that baby?” You look down embarrassed and insecure that he’s seeing you this way, saying that you’re sorry he had to see this. Jimin stares at you for a moment before a soft smile crosses his face. “There’s nothing for you to worry about sweetie, just because you may not have the skin you want, it doesn’t change anything about you or anything I feel about you. I’ll love you no matter what, and I hope you never forget that. You’re beautiful.” He pulls you in for a hug before pulling back. “Now let me in so I can make you feel better. I brought chocolates!” He states, giggling, trying to lighten the mood. Shaking your head and smiling, you let him in. Soon you realize that Jimin is right, this doesn’t change anything about you. “Oh and (Y/N)?” You turn towards Jimin, looking at him questioningly. “If you ever feel insecure ever again, just remember that you aren’t defined by how you look, even though you always look adorable. I may have been drawn in by your adorable smile, but I fell in love with who you are inside.”

“You are strong. And you will get through this. Just know that you are never alone.”

Originally posted by parkjiminer

Taehyung: It’s late at night, and you and Taehyung are on the couch, watching a movie. After half an hour of sitting there, you begin to sweat. But you refuse to take off your jacket, knowing that if you did Taehyung would see what’s underneath. You would slowly slide yourself away from him, sitting at the end of the couch in an attempt to cool yourself off. Noticing this, he speaks up. “Hey, why don’t you come closer, I’m in a cuddly mood.” Shaking your head, you give him a small smile. “Actually, um, I’m okay over here.” “Come on baby, I know you love cuddling. And I especially love cuddling you, don’t make me beg.” He says, giving you his big puppy eyed look. “Not right now Tae, I’m just really hot.” He laughs tugging on your jacket. “That’s because you’re wearing this big thing and sweats. Just take your jacket off.” You give in, knowing that Tae would just find out sooner or later. As soon as you slide it off, he smiles and pulls you closer. You furrow your brows in confusion. “You don’t care about the…” You feel him kiss the top of your head before responding. “Of course not, and I never will. Because you are still the girl I love and will always love. You will always be breathtakingly beautiful and adorable no matter what. Now just let me cuddle my favorite person in the world, okay?” You nod your head, feeling a blush spread across your cheeks as you rest your head on Tae’s chest. You’re drifting off as you hear Tae whisper something into your ear.

“You’ll always be beautiful, no matter what. Don’t ever forget that.”

Originally posted by cmtae

Hoseok: You and Hoseok are currently at home. He is on the couch, while you are trying on dresses, trying to find the perfect one since you two are going out on a date. “Oh my gosh! Look at you!” You stare at him in confusion. “What? Is something wrong?” He shakes his head in response, his sunshine of a smile spreading across his face. “God no! How can you be so gorgeous! It must be illegal!” You continue to stare at him. “Uh, what-” “Oh my god how did I get so lucky to have a beautiful girlfriend like you!” “ I’m really not that beautiful.” “No shush! My girlfriend is so cute! Aw!” You blush, a small smile crossing your face. You giggle as Hobi continues to shower you in compliments, saying how he is so lucky and how cute you are. And although it may seem like you don’t care a lot on the outside, Hoseok doesn’t know that on the inside, his words mean the entire world to you. “(Y/N) don’t ever try to deny how gorgeous you are.”

“You are perfect just the way you are.”

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Namjoon: He was the first to notice the marks on your skin. “(Y/N), what happened? Did you have an allergic reaction?” You looked down and saw them for the first time as well. “Oh my gosh! Oh no!” You start to worry. What could have caused this? “I think we may need to take a trip to the doctor’s, (Y/N)…”

The two of you walked through the front door of the apartment you shared, returning from the doctor’s office. You slump onto the couch, frazzled by what the doctor has told you and Namjoon. “What am I going to do, Nam?” You say, sighing to yourself. He sits on the couch beside you, “I know, baby. Don’t worry, the doctor said it will go away after a few months.” You shake your head, “I’m stuck with this! I’m going to have to find ways to cover them up. I guess we need to go clothes shopping.” He furrows his brows at you, “What? Don’t do that! You have nothing to be ashamed about.” You look back up at him, “But-” He cuts you off, “(Y/N), this isn’t something you should be embarrassed of. This is a condition that I’m sure many others have to deal with. But nothing about you has changed. You’re beautiful smile still shines brighter than the sun, your eyes still sparkle like stars. You’re still gorgeous, because nothing about who you are has changed.” Your eyes begin to water from his kind words,

“Don’t ever hide yourself, okay?”

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Yoongi: The two of you were dress shopping for an important event you guys were attending. Hand in hand, you and Yoongi wandered the store in search of the perfect dress. However, each rack you approached you frowned. No…no…definitely no… You sighed to yourself as you moved each dress to the other side of the rack. You decided to try looking at different selection. I guess we’re going to be here for a while. You begin to shuffle the opposite direction before your boyfriend jumps in front of you. “Try this one on, baby!” He says, shoving a dress in your face. You take the hanger in your hand, inspecting the dress. But all you could notice was the lack of sleeves. You gulp, “Um…I don’t know Yoongi maybe this dress isn’t for me?” You meet his eyes, but he turns you around and begins to push you towards the dressing room, “Oh shut up. You look good in anything. Just try it!” Before you could object, he shoved you in the room. “H-hey-” “I won’t let you out until you atleast try it, so you might as well get changing.” He says from the other side of the door. You let out a long sigh, looking over at the daunting dress. Let’s just get this over with.

“Yoongi I’m ready, let me out.” You say begrudgingly. “Let me see.” He opens the door, You slowly step out, feeling awkward. You look up to see a giant grin spread across Yoongi’s face. This confused you, “What?” His grin turns into his famous gummy smile. “Wow~! Look at you~!” He says giggling. You furrow your brows. He takes your hand and lifts it, prompting you to do a little turn. “Wow~! My girlfriend is so pretty~!” You shake your head, “But…I don’t really like it…” His smiles fades slightly, “What do you mean? You look great in it! Why don’t you like it?” You start to look down. He then realizes what you’re thinking.

“I don’t see anything wrong, with you or the dress.”

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Seokjin: The two of you were out at dinner. He convinced you to wear something that didn’t cover it all, like usual. At the time, it seemed like a good idea. But now, you couldn’t help but feel as though everyone was staring. Jin was able to sense how uncomfortable you were. He looks at you with pursed lips. Your head was down, focused on your food. You were barely speaking. An idea suddenly pops in his head. “(Y/N).” He says, grabbing your attention. You hum in response, keeping your head low. “You know where we should go for dessert?” You scrunch your eyebrows slightly, “What? I thought we were having dessert here?” You say, looking at him confused. He chuckles slightly, “Come on.” He says, plopping money on the table. “Wait-” He grabs your hand and drags you out the restaurant, thanking the workers for the food.

You now found yourself sitting on the swings at the park you grew up at with him. It was always a place where you could feel safe, besides whenever you were with Jin. You each had your own pint of ice cream in hand, and shoveled spoonfuls into your mouths. “I hope you feel more comfortable now.” He says to you, breaking the silence. “Huh? What do you mean?” He looks at you, “I know you were feeling uncomfortable in the restaurant earlier.” You giggle slightly, “You know me so well.” You say, smiling down. He chuckles, “Yes, I do.” You both sit in comfortable silence once more. You look up at the stars, wondering how they can be so pretty. You stay like this for a while, but you begin to feel a pair of eyes on you. You look to your right and see him staring at you, but with a sad look on his face. “What’s wrong?” you say. He sets his ice cream down and turns towards you, “Listen, (Y/N). I want you to know you’re still beautiful, okay? I know you may not think it, but I do.”

“And one day you’ll be able to stop caring about how it looks and feel happy in your skin again. I promise.”

Originally posted by blackandwhitebangtan

AU: high school dropout shawn

Part 2

A/n: Here is the second part of this really tiny imagine series thing I’m doing, but I have no idea what the hell I’m doing with it. Heres part 1. I’m very sorry it has taken me so long to finally get this out. I honestly kind of forgot about it for a while. But feel free to let me know your thoughts and what you think is going on or what you want to happen next :) No promises that i’ll tell you if you’re right or wrong, although I feel like it is pretty obvious, but that might just be because I already know what is going on. Either way, just give me your thoughts if you feel like it.

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It had been a week since you started regularly visiting Shawn at the grocery store whenever you managed to get out of school early or whenever you could afford to skip your last period. You don’t know how you didn’t think about this earlier, but today you realized that you could go and visit Shawn at work during your lunch break at school. You didn’t really ask him if you could come but you know he’s at work so you just drove over during lunch. When you enter the store, one of the employees at the register recognizes you since you’ve been in to hang out with Shawn so many times. “He’s in the back on lunch,” He says, nodding his head towards the back of the store. “You can go back there.”

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Cost of Freedom (15/??)

Summary: The escape, part ii. Prison ! AU

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onceuponazen  asked:

Can you do a mc/reader x zen in their own fairytale or there on a date to Disneyland which ever one is easier! I don't want you to stress too much!

I’m not too sure if this is what you meant by “in their own fairytale”, but here we go. Thanks for requesting!


Once upon a time, there existed a forbidden forest on the edge of a kingdom. Legends say that the flowers in that forest possessed powerful healing capabilities that could even bring the dead back to life. There were many humans who wanted to keep this power for themselves. They trampled upon and destroyed the forest which infuriated the Guardian of the Forest. The forest which was once so peaceful came to life and swallowed all the greedy humans whole in a single night. Nowadays, they say that those who foolishly enter the forest will meet the very same fate and are never to be seen again.

But such legends did not scare nor deter Zen, a loyal knight to the princess of the kingdom. The princess was dying, and there existed no medicine that could save her. The forest was Zen’s only choice. For his princess. His princess whom he was indebted to and who gave him a home when his parents threw him away.

When Zen first entered the forest, he didn’t know what he was expecting, but he surely wasn’t expecting such a beautiful sight before him. The edge of the forest looked so menacing from the outside, but upon stepping foot inside, the entire scenery changed, almost as though there was a magical barrier that safely hid and protected the beauty inside. The forest was a vibrant green that seemed to have an ethereal glow. It was devoid of animals, but the colourful assortment of flowers seemed to make up for it.

“Who are you?”

The voice came so suddenly that Zen’s first instinct was to draw his sword and point it at the newcomer but froze when he came face-to-face with a beautiful young maiden clad in a long dress that shimmered in the sunlight. You stared down at the sword at your neck, unfazed, before slowly bringing your attention back towards the young man.

“Who are you?” you repeated your question.

Zen hesitated for a moment before finally sheathing his sword. He placed a hand over his heart and bowed in greeting. “My name is Zen. I’m a knight in the kingdom near this forest. May I ask for your name?”

“You may not,” you answered firmly, your gaze steady as you continued to eye the young man before you. “What are you doing in my forest?”

The knight cocked his head, confused at your choice of words before it dawned on him. “Could it be that you're—” Zen wasn’t given the chance to finish his sentence, finding his arms and legs to suddenly be ensnared by all sorts of shrubbery.

“Are you here to steal from me too…?” The question that leaves your lips is quiet, and there’s a certain sadness behind it. “Are you going to hurt me and my friends too? Are you…going to leave me all alone too once you get what you came here for?”

Zen doesn’t know how to respond to your questions, so he answers with his own. “Are you the Guardian of the Forest?”

You lock gazes with the young man, and there’s something in his eyes that are different from all the humans who came before him. His eyes carry kindness, patience, and a sense of determination of…something. You bite your lower lip and decide to introduce yourself. “…Yes.”

“Lady Guardian,” Zen starts, and you can’t help but scrunch your face from being called such a weird title. “A friend of mine is dying, and I want to save her. Please, will you help me save her? I promise, I won’t take more than necessary, and I won’t ruin any of the plants here.”

Your eyes search the knight’s face for any hint of lies like the others, and you bring your face closer to his. He keeps your gaze, determined, and you don’t know why, but your heart starts to race the longer you stare into his smoldering eyes. You have no reason to give this man what he wants, but for some reason, you do so anyways.

Zen becomes free from the ensnarement, and you offer him a single white rose. “Here.”

The knight graciously accepts the rose, his eyes lighting up which makes your cheeks flush. Almost as though forgetting just who exactly you were, he unreservedly takes your hand in his and bends forward to kiss your fingers. “Thank you!”

The next day, Zen enters the forest once again, and your first thought is that he lied to you and came back for more of those healing flowers, but instead, he holds out a red rose for you to take, and you stare at it in confusion. Zen can’t help but laugh at your confusion, the sound ringing pleasantly in your ears, and goes to explain, “In exchange for the white rose you gave me and helping me save my friend.”

“Oh…” you reply lameley as you accept the rose, your fingers brushing with his. “That’s…awfully sweet of you.” Zen only beams in response, and he turns to leave, but you stop him. “W-Wait!”

Zen stops in his tracks and turns to look back at you, confused. You fumble around for an excuse as to why you called out to him before your eyes light up with an idea. You run up towards the knight and hold out a lilac for him to take. “F-For keeping true to your promise.”

The young man stares at the flower before a gentle smile spreads across his features, and he graciously accepts it. To your surprise, Zen came back the next day and offered you a red chrysanthemum. “For making me smile.”

After that, somehow, it became a natural occurrence of Zen coming back to the forest every day and exchanging flowers for all sorts of reasons.

Yellow acacias. “For keeping me company.”

Primroses. “For listening to my thoughts.”

Tulips. “For always being here for me.”

Honeysuckles. “For sharing your laughter with me.”

Violets. “For believing in me.”

Forget-me-nots—

Zen tucks the small flower behind your ear before gently placing his hand atop your cheek. He strokes the expanse of skin with the pad of his thumb and gently guides your face to look up at him, holding an expression that you’ve never seen before.

“Because I love you.”

probablypartiallyinsane  asked:

first up: this blog is so cool and i've learned so much so thank you so so much!!! i have a question about sarcasm/innuendos. i understand that they're very weird and probably hard to get, but how hard? i don't want my character to be a robotic stereotype so what's a good range?? like, how often would one miss an innuendo, how often does sarcasm not quite catch, are some people better at understanding than others?? thank you so much for your help!!

Thanks for reading! We’re so glad we can help!

It’s true that sarcasm, innuendo, and anything else that relies entirely on non-verbal communication to get can be very difficult, and also that this can vary from person to person.

Here’s a trick you can use to decide if your character is able to pick up on something or not: can you explain how to tell that, for example, this person is being sarcastic? If you can explain how you know, concretely, then the autistic person can learn that and then recognize it later. (This is how many of us develop social skills over the course of our lives: we learn a set of rules by rote, practice them until they become second nature.) If not, then it probably relies on extremely complex, nuanced aspects of non-verbal communication which the autistic person would have a very hard time parsing, learning, and remembering.

For example: let’s say Character A is being sarcastic. How are they showing it? Are they using a specific tone of voice which is only ever used for sarcasm (that “blatant sarcasm” tone)? If so, has Autistic Character ever had that tone explained to them before? Have they had an opportunity to learn that this tone = sarcastic = they mean the opposite of what they say? If so, they can probably tell that the person is being sarcastic (though they might have to think about it for a moment before identifying the tone).

On the other hand, if Character A is being very subtly sarcastic, maybe using “dry sarcasm”, the type which is much more difficult to pick up on, doesn’t have any identifiable features which all people use, then how will Autistic Character know it’s sarcasm? There has to be some kind of signal which can be explained, otherwise they’re not likely to see it.

It’s similar with innuendo. There are certain euphemisms which are universally used, which Autistic Character can learn and remember (this phrase = this meaning). No problem. But if Character B is coming up with their own forms of innuendo, one Autistic Character hasn’t encountered before, then they’re far less likely to pick up on it.

And yes, some people are much better than others at picking up on these things. Some people learn the rules faster. Some people have been lucky enough to have many rules explained to them. Others have to try to puzzle them out on their own, which is much harder. Some people will never be able to pick up on sarcasm or innuendo no matter how hard they try. Some are better at noticing and internalizing some of the subtle queues even if they’re not explained. And some people learn the rules so well, they’re able to use sarcasm and innuendo themselves, usually successfully (though they may fail at times).

Quick personal example: I’m pretty good at detecting sarcasm if the person is using a sarcastic tone. I hear the tone and know what it means - because in the past, a mentor explained it to me. I can often pick up on it even if it’s “dry”, but it takes me a few seconds to realize it. Sometimes I respond to someone’s sarcasm as though they are being literal, and only after I speak, realize they didn’t mean it. And frequently, I miss sarcasm, respond as though they are being literal, and get vicious eye rolls or teasing (or even anger) in response to my failure to correctly parse their tone. I’m also pretty good at using sarcasm, but sometimes I do it wrong and people tell me I’m being rude/mean/etc. I don’t always succeed at signaling my sarcasm in a way that others pick up on. I still don’t really understand why I sometimes succeed and sometimes fail.

Essentially, as always: everyone is different. But thank you for wanting to not make your character into a robotic stereotype. Personally, I think we have enough of those. ;)

-Mod Aira

A phenomenon I’ve seen talked about which sounds quite common (and it’s my case) is that sometimes autistic persons are not-so-good at spotting sarcasm unless it’s obvious, but they really like to use it themselves (like Aira said), with more or less success. I have a kind of weird, very dry sense of humor and quite often people think I’m being dead serious when I’m joking.

-Mod Cat

anonymous asked:

prompt (if you're up for it): victor pining over yuuri who's currently in a relationship w/ someone else?? yuuri turns to victor for advice once the relationship turns rocky as yuuri's SO figures out the feelings between the two of them (but yuuri hasn't realized it yet). eventually, yuuri either figures out on his own or has a confrontation w/ yuuri about the whole situation and breaks up amicably with the other person to be w/ victor

Not Jealous

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length: 3k~; rating: teen+

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Victor isn’t jealous.

(It’s a mantra engraved in his mind, those three words.)

He’s not jealous as Yuuri holds someone else’s hand.

He’s not jealous as he catches them hugging outside of Ice Castle before Yuuri comes inside to practice.

He’s not jealous when he catches the other man giving Yuuri a kiss on the cheek before a competition. Absolutely not. That doesn’t make his knuckles turn white, doesn’t make his entire body stiffen.

Victor isn’t jealous.

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anonymous asked:

Question? Okay I've read few fanfiction, and in the ones I've read with Lafayette in them, Lafayette is always like this flirtatious guy that is incapable of speaking English without saying "how do you say." Of course we won't know for sure... but was his personality like this? (Don't ask why I'm asking I'm just curious I guess)

Fanfiction purposes, I am guessing. All it well, I highlight personality traits in my highlighting while reading so I get moods correct. We are talking personality wise- so here you go:

“As a young child, he had the goodness of his Grandmother and the irrepressible spirit of a feudal knight” (Giles 6)

“From the time he was eight, he longed for glory.” (Giles 7)

He had an immense amount of bravery- as a child he chased after a beast in the forest. 

 “Others found him to be shy, out of place…” (Giles 11)

“He was, after all, a sweet and exceptionally handsome boy, if not yet terribly clever… (Giles 12)

“The young knight saw her as more child than woman and treated her with appropriate kindness.” (Giles 12)

He was especially brash and didn’t think much of the consequences of his actions until it happened. 

“…furious at Lafayette for considering abandoning his responsibilities as a husband and a father of a newborn…” (Giles 23)

“Lafayette recalled his young imprudence in his memoirs…” (Giles 24)

“…he grew impatient with bowing and smiling repeatedly to people he did not understand and believed he should hate.” (Giles 24)

“…pledged to sail together, fight together and if necessary, die together.” (Giles 16)

“Lafayette breached the sanctity of his wife’s apartment and “never again stopped trying to demonstrate my firm, tender love for the woman I had the good fortune to marry.” (Giles 15)

“Lafayette embraced his fraternity with all his heart.” (Giles 15)

“The high pitched cacophony of giggled inanities left the country boy… at times, even morose- staring silently into space, while those around hims convulsed…” (Giles 14)

“Lafayette always seemed distant… with a cold, solemn look- as if he was timid or embarrassed.” (Giles 14)

“He was very tall and broad shouldered, but seemed awkward, danced badly and spoke little. But that distant sate, which contrasted so sharply with the light-hearted arrogance and showy loquaciousness of the people of his age, concealed a fiery spirit, a strong character and a warm soul.” (Giles 14)

“As the ship slipped away from shore, the boy soldier grew increasingly agitated and confessed to Kalb that he had not his family’s approval to go to America…” (Giles 26)

“…a flirtation with an innkeeper’s daughter…” (Giles 27)

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awilik  asked:

Don't know if someone already asked but here we go. Maybe Sombra, Lena, or Widowmaker run into S/O and find them very cute. S/O is kinda oblivious and doesn't think much of it (because these girls are REALLY HOT and s/o is kinda shy) anyway. S/O talks to other people and in which case sombra,Lena,or widow get jealous >:D. Idk I just kinda like this idea (you don't have to do these girls I just really like them :]). Thank you for reading my idea chèrie 😘

This request has me weAk. Also the requester is such a lovely person so yes! I sprinkled a bit of hella references in this one. The reference in Sombra’s is pretty obvious since I mention a character name and the company behind where he’s from, but the one in Tracer’s is a little more subtle. Hope you enjoy it and have a fantastic day! ~ Mod Lottie
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Sombra

“Hm, what do we have here? A cute little bunny for me to play with?”

“O-oh, if you want to play something with me let’s make sure it’s not an online multiplayer game. I’m level 147 on GTA and I don’t want to get banned after all that hard work if you hack with it”

Sombra stands there, confused. She had been so obviously hitting on you and yet, there you were brushing her off, or at least that’s what she thought.

“I… You do realize that’s not the type of hacking I do, right?” She questions. You open your mouth to respond but she cuts you off, “Nevermind that, for someone who’s usually so quiet and shy, you sure know how to shut a girl down quickly. I can respect that.”

“I’m sorry?” You ask, legitimately confused to what she was talking about. She scoffs in response.

“I’ll leave you alone. I can take a hint cariño.” She leaves you to your own endeavours and wonders how she could read the atmosphere so wrong. You always blush and stammer around her which led her to believe you were into her just like she was into you.

It took her a while to over analyze the situation as she tends to do sometimes. Maybe it wasn’t attraction but fear? No it can’t be, you seemed to actually want to spend time with her when you thought she was asking to pl- Oh. OH!

She rushed around the base searching for you. You weren’t brushing her off, you were just oblivious to her advances. It all makes sense now. Maybe there’s still hope!

After a few minutes she finally found you, but with D.Va. You two sat in the common room, you with a controller in hand concentrating on a puzzle that Hana was trying to explain the solution to.

“Look, the note has the Sagittarius sign THEN the Scorpio sign. When you look at the walls you can see they are linked to the numbers 10 and 2 so you obviously add them together, so find the rock that has 12 on it.” Hana explains.

“No no wait, but what if it’s just the numbers by themselves? Maybe that old pirate guy put stuff behind two rocks.” You argue your logic. Hana gently takes the controller away from you, leaving you pouting as you watch her walk the character over to the rock with the Roman numeral of twelve on it. She pressed the button prompt and it triggered a cutscene.

“See? I told you! Nathan told you! Naughty Dog told you!” Hana gloats, causing you to huff in response. Suddenly the screen starts to glitch out and Sombra’s signature skull appeared.

“Hacking a single player game? That’s an entirely new low.” Hana whines. You turn to face Sombra, her face looked like she was half amused half pissed.

“I believe it’s my turn to play. After all, (Y/n) here did ask me to play with them first~” She says smugly as she sashayed over to sit next to you. She plucks the controller out of Hana’s hands and waves her hand over the screen to wipe away her hack to show the game once again.

“Ah… the um, the controls are um…” You stutter out. You felt the need to interact with her as much as you could since you felt you might’ve unintentionally offended her earlier which was still a mystery to you.

“Don’t worry your cute little head cupcake, I got this.” She smirked, patting your head while her eyes never left the screen. She got through the rest of the level without a hitch, there were no delays in her timing which made everything go smoothly and look like a movie instead of a game. Both you and Hana were in awe.

“Hmph, show off.” Hana grumbles.

“Oh? Is the gaming princess grumpy?” Sombra laughs at Hana’s reaction, “Look Hana, no hacks!”

“Did you just reword a meme at me?” She asks only to be ignored as Sombra picked you up bridal style.

“If you’ll excuse me, I have a date to go on.” Sombra sends a smile over her shoulder as she walks out of the room.

“A date? With who?” You asked, blushing because of the close proximity. Sombra laughed as she rolled her eyes.

“You’re more dense than I thought. I’m taking you out my cute little bunny.” She said. Your eyes widened as you finally connected the dots.

“Let’s play another game~”
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Tracer

Lena Oxton. Your first friend at Overwatch. The girl that you aren’t sure if she just wants to be friends or if there could be something more, and god knows how much you wanted something more of it. These types of uncertainties always felt like treading on thin ice and you always chose the safe way around it. You didn’t mind just being friends because at the end of the day, just being able to hang out with her and seeing her happy was contentment enough for you. The fear of ruining that prevented you from seeing anything as more than platonic.

Let’s take tonight as an example.

Lena asked you to watch a movie with her. Just you, her, a horror movie, and all your favourite snacks. The movie was actually scary, not just a sequence of cheap jump scares but actually a thrilling horror movie that lives up to its genre. Let’s just say you won’t be looking at turkey basters the same way anytime soon.

During the movie, she hesitated but Lena ended up putting her head on your shoulder. Your heart raced so much, Lucio and Tracer both would have competition with how fast your heart was beating. Lena obviously knew that her actions were nowhere near platonic but you were having trouble with the idea. You thought it was because you wanted it to be romantic that you were thinking it might be so you brushed it off as if she was just being a gal pal. A brit being a mate.

“Say (Y/n), do you maybe wanna go out with me?” Lena worked up the courage to say. Yet again, your oblivious self courted it off as your mind playing tricks on you.

“Of course! You’re my best friend! Where do you want to go?” You asked. Lena’s face dropped when you referred to her as your friend and she took it as a sign to just back off with the advances. She managed to throw a random place for a suggestion despite her disappointment and for the rest of the night, everything felt off.

The next morning, Lena gave herself a pep talk to not be so down in the dumps about what happened. She decided to get you a nice breakfast from a café you like. Food in hand, she blinked to your room.

“Heya lo- I mean (Y/n), are you awake yet?” Tracer called from the other side of your door but got no answer.

“Can I come in?” She continued, still no answer, “Alright, I’m comin’ in.” She opened the door and saw you weren’t in your room. She wandered around the base in search of you. She looked everywhere only to find you in the med bay. You and Mercy were sitting down, facing each other. She saw her getting very close to you, raising her hand to your flushed face. She couldn’t take much more of it.

“Oi! What’s goin’ on here?” She asked immediately as she blinked into place. Angela retracted her hand away from you as she looked up at Tracer with a confused expression.

“Lena, what’s wrong? Just tell me and I’ll tend to you right after I’m done with (Y/n) here.” She explains.

“No, I’m here to… What’s wrong with them doc?” Lena asks.

“I think I might have food poisoning.” You say sadly.

“Might? You do have food poisoning! Be more considerate next time.” Angela lectures, causing you to pout.

“Oh I see. Well, I guess I’ll be on my way then.” She turns around only to be stopped by someone holding her by her forearm.

“Now now Miss Oxton, no one bursts into my office just to say hi.” Angela tuts. Lena started to look around for a way to get out. “Lena, what did you really come for?” Angela motions her to sit in an extra chair next to the door, meant for people who were there for moral support or because they were the cause for an injury and needed to be scolded. That being said, the chair is usually meant for Reinhardt since he loves to swing some of the smaller agents around like a Dad would with his toddler.

“I just, was worried about (Y/n) yeah?” Lena said as she sat.

“Then why did you look so angry?” Angela retorted. Lena started shifting uncomfortably in her seat, laughing nervously. Angela could only sigh.

“I know exactly what’s going on here. (Y/n) was explaining how much they like you and kept thinking you were just being friendly when you were obviously, at least in my perspective, making romantic advances.” She explains. A ‘huh?’ and a ‘what?’ came out of you and Lena as you made eye contact with each other.

Angela went into therapist mode as she made both you and Lena talk about your thoughts and feelings and, finally, come to a solution.

“I really like you (Y/n). I don’t know how you hadn’t figured it out!” Lena says.

“I really like you too Lena. I just, kept thinking that it’d be too good to be true if you like me back you know?” You admit. She shakes her head and hugs you, muttering about how silly you were.

“Ahem” Angela breaks up the moment, “Now that that’s out of the way, my patient here needs to get their bedrest.” Angela says.

Once she was finished saying what she had to say, she found that both her visitors had vanished in the blink of an eye. The doctor can only sigh in defeat.
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Widowmaker

Being a new recruit meant you had to go through training for all possible fighting styles in order to evaluate what you’d be best at. Today was your day to evaluate how you’d do as a sniper. Unfortunately, no one told you that the person helping you out in this department would be a sexy French woman with a piercing gaze that could mesmerize you into a trance for days. No one told you that you would be her prey.

To be fair though, no one told her that you would be so clueless to her advances.

Here you were, shaking and anxious, holding up the rifle and looking through the scope at your target. You could hear her sultry voice chuckle behind you.

“Go on chèrie, shoot.” Her voice smooth as silk whispered behind you, causing a tingle to shoot up your neck. You positioned yourself to make sure you’d get the shot, held your breath to steady the reticle, and pulled the trigger and…

Nothing came out.

“Um? It’s supposed to shoot… right?” You lowered your weapon as you looked over your shoulder to look at the woman known as Widowmaker.

Her expression changed from amusement to curiosity. She walked over and plucked the rifle out of your hands to inspect it. She hums as she figures out what the problem is.

“This one is jammed. I’ll find a better one for you, my dear. You deserve only the best I have to offer.” She lightly brushes her finger under your under your chin and struts away.

You hold a hand to your chest and sigh. “Be still my beating heart.” You joked to yourself to slightly ease some of your tension.

Amelie, walking back with a smirk, was met with the image of Hanzo teaching you archery. Needless to say, her smirk faded away. She briskly walked over to you two and glared at Hanzo.

“You are intruding Lacroix.” Hanzo says simply, but Amelie refused to be brushed off so easily.

“Non, you are the one who is intruding.” She says sharply.

“I am showing them true skill, something you lack.”

“Archery is a primitive excuse for a weapon. Heh, primitive weapon for a primitive man.”

All you could do was stand and watch, trying not to do anything that might bring attention to yourself.

“I’m not seeing a lot of guidance going on here.” Ana enters the room to break up the argument.

“Merde…” Widowmaker rolls her eyes and Hanzo turns his attention to Ana stoically. “If none of you will teach them then I will.”

Amelie does something no one expected. She grabs you by the arm and runs away with you. It wasn’t as graceful and seductive as she wanted but it got them away from those two and she couldn’t be happier.

“What’s going on?” You asked cautiously.

“I want to have you to myself.” Amelie brushes her hand over your cheek

“Oh, um, thanks?” You didn’t really know how to respond and you were trying not to hyperventilate. She scoffs and pulls you into a kiss. Gentle, with a slight nibble from her. She pulls away and smiles at your flustered state.

“I hope you got the message chèrie.” She whispers in your ear.

“Y-yeah, loud and clear.” You manage to say. Suddenly, everything seemed to be even more interesting than they already were.

anonymous asked:

For the prompt if you still want some: Victor goes back to skating and his first routine is so over the top and all about how excited he is to marry yuuri and yuuri loves it and is embarrassed simultaneously because everyone knows. Have you seen that post that's Stephane lambiel's don't stop the music but switch the song to death of a bachelor? That's where I thought of it

The Death of a Bachelor

I have seen that video!! & i’m a huge Panic! fan!! :D :D

rating: all ages bc fluff

length: 800 words~~

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“Your theme for this season is… Engagement?”

Victor tilts his head to the side. “What’s wrong with that?”

Yakov pinches the bridge of his nose. “Nothing, Vitya, but we already have one lovesick performer here.”

“Who, Yuuri?” Victor asks hopefully.

“No,” his coach sighs, glancing over towards the corner of the rink, where Georgi is currently practicing his latest routine about newfound love.

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Jealousy and Reassurance

Requested: I was wondering if you could do an imagine where you get jealous of Shawn and Camila but he assures you that your the one he wants. Thanks ❤️

Masterlist

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Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello getting cozy. The headline pops up in big letters on your phone, but you don’t bother reading it. You keep scrolling, trying to ignore it, but of course there is another, Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello spend hours alone in the studio together when you come across a third article about your boyfriend and the ex member of Fifth Harmony, you throw your phone on your bed, and actually decide to study to try and distract yourself from it. You know it is really bothering you because it is so rare for you to actually willingly choose to study when it isn’t the night before something is due.

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anonymous asked:

I would love to see some more space dad Hcs!!! I don't have anything particular in mind but maybe a shiro/reader sleepy morning snuggles type thing? Congrats on 100!!

Hi sweetie, thanks so much!! :)


You wake up to the feeling of fingers lightly trailing up and down your bare arm. You smile and slowly open your eyes. You’re draped over Shiro’s bare chest, your head nestled right over his heart; you can hear it beating, slow and steady. You turn your head up to see Shiro staring absentmindedly into space. 

You turn your head some more and press a kiss on to his chin. “Hey,” you murmur, voice thick with sleep.

He looks down at you and smiles, “Hey.”

“How’re you?” you ask sleepily as you move so that your head is now resting on his shoulder, allowing you to keep your eyes on his face.

“Pretty good.” he replies, his eyes twinkling with amusement, and sounding much more awake than you, “And how are you?”

You yawn, “I’m good.”

He hums, as his smile grows a little wider and the amusement continues to sparkle in his eyes.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you realize that his amusement is because of you. For some unfathomable reason he thinks you are the funniest thing right after you wake up in the mornings. You’re still too asleep to really care about that right now. Instead you yawn again and press your face into his chest.

He lets out another amused hum, “You know, Allura was here a little while ago.”

You raise your head from his chest to look blearily at him, “Really?”

“Yeah, apparently you slept right through it.”

You shrug, it had been a long few days, you were still pretty tired.

“She said that we’ve set down on a quiet planet and that most of the Castles systems are going to be off for a while so she and Coran and run some diagnostics. You know what that means?”

It takes your brain a minute to figure it out, but when you do you stare at Shiro in awe, “An off day?”

His nods.

“That’s amazing.”

He hums in amusement again before pressing a kiss into your hair and tightening his arm around you.

“We’ll have to wake up at some point, the others will no doubt want to do something outside, but for now you can go back to sleep for a while.”

“You mean ‘we.’” you say, wrapping your arm firmly around his chest.

He chuckles at this, “Yeah, I did.”

You close your eyes with a satisfied smile. His fingers begin trailing up and down your arm again. You respond by trailing your own fingers up and down his chest. You only stop when you feel him slip back into sleep, his fingers falling away from your arm. And then you let yourself slip back into sleep too.

More dorky OTP and their equally dorky pick-up lines because why not?? Inspired by dorky chats with @cyberwolften​. :D

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For once, Inuzuka Kiba was out of words. He sat with a stillness that was completely out of his character, his mouth agape and his eyes as wide as saucers. He desperately slapped himself once, twice, even a third time just for the heck of it, to remove the awful genjutsu presented before him. 

Nothing happened.

He tried dispelling the illusion with the necessary hand seals, nudged his teammate and his ever-trusted Akamaru to snap him from the nightmare, and yet… Nothing. Happened.

He resisted the urge to scream.

Everything was just as it was. The smell of ramen filled the air, patrons of the restaurant mingled and chatted, the heat was sweltering despite the air conditioning running. And Hyuuga Neji and Tenten were visibly, without a doubt, flirting.

Flirting. In public, no less!

Kiba almost gagged.

He desperately shared eye contact with his other male peers and found a sense of relief when a few mirrored his distress. Alright, so it was only Naruto who returned the look – Lee was, as predicted, trying to charm his way to Sakura’s heart, Chouji was more occupied with his food than anything else, Shikamaru looked like he had fallen asleep on the table, Shino was wearing glasses, and Sai was too busy painting the scene in his sketchbook.

And the girls? The girls were watching the lovers (Kiba cringed) with hearts in their eyes, a swoon or two escaping their lips every now and then.

“Do you have a map?” Tenten suddenly said, finger sensually tracing circles on Neji’s chest. “Because I keep getting lost in your eyes.”

Both Kiba and Naruto watched, one with disgust and the other with veiled curiosity, as Neji only shook his head.

“I do not need a map,” Neji replied easily. “Because I’ve already found my way.” He eyed Tenten meaningfully, sending the female audience to a frenzied squealing.

Tenten pouted, tried again. She slid herself easily on Neji’s lap and wound her arms around his neck.

“Oh? Well, I’m sure your father was a boxer,” she grinned at him. “Because you’re a knockout!”

Kiba raised a brow; Naruto snickered only to abruptly stop when their female friends cooed.

“No, but I’m pretty sure your parents were bakers,” was Neji’s smooth answer. “Because they sure made you a cutie pie.”

Tenten frowned, opened her mouth to make another sassy pick-up line when Neji halted her by gently tilting her chin up. He smirked when a shade of pink splashed on Tenten’s cheeks.

“They also made sure you’ve got some nice buns.”

Now Kiba did gag. He rushed to the men’s room, Akamaru dutifully trotting behind him. Naruto, along with the girls, was cackling now. Tenten laughed, gasped, then harrumphed, arms crossed in defiance. Neji looked triumphant.

“Sorry, Ten, but you laughed,” Sakura chortled. Next to the pink-haired kunoichi, Ino was giggling. 

“That’s 3 points for Neji and 2 points for you, Tenten!” the blonde said. “Neji wins for today!”

“That was a close fight,” Hinata supplied smilingly. “I’m sure you’ll win next time, Tenten!”

“Damn straight I will,” Tenten murmured, then glared at Neji. “And wipe that stupid smirk off your stupid face, Neji!”

“I’m the winner, remember?” Neji responded haughtily. “That means I get to order you around for the week.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Tenten slid off his lap, pout still in place. “You better not abuse your power on me, mister! You promised!”

Neji nodded. “Of course.” He stood and offered her a hand. He easily pulled her up. “Shall we start with then?”

“Excited, aren’t you?” Tenten grinned wickedly. Turning to the girls, she added, “And thanks for being our unbiased judges! We appreciate it a lot.” She received a series of reassurances from the kunoichi. Turning to Neji, she said, “Well, let’s go?”

Neji nodded. “Let’s.”

As the couple made their exit, Naruto set free an excited whoop.

“So they were playing a game?!” he exclaimed. “So cool! How do you play it?!”

When Kiba returned, he noticed two unoccupied chairs and immediately concluded that Neji and Tenten had gone to who-knows-where to continue their acts of lasciviousness. Kiba sniffed. Good riddance. He didn’t need those two to rub it in his face on his non-existent love life.

What made him curious, however, were Naruto and Lee tugging at Sakura’s arms, urging her to play a certain “game” with her, much to the pink-haired kunoichi’s annoyance. 

Kiba turned to his good pal Shino for some explanation. Shino shrugged.

“Blame the hormones,” was all the bug-user said. 

anonymous asked:

Hi can I get a mark scenario where you're best friends with jaemin and he gets jealous of your close bond thinking you don't like him but you do and he confesses ??? Thanks :)

Ahhh thank you for requesting! I know I took forever, but I assure you I wasn’t ignoring you! It’s finally here now so I hope you enjoy it. Sorry if it’s not the best! If you don’t like it I can try to rewrite it for you! Thanks again! - Maya


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Pairing: Mark Lee x (female) reader


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Genre: fluff


Originally posted by oh-prankster




Why couldn’t things go your way? You were a nice and intelligent student. You did what you were told. You weren’t a criminal. Why couldn’t things work out the way you wanted them to?

You were so close to confessing. It was on the tip of your tongue. Then you chickened out. Just like all the other times before.

“Y/N? Earth to Y/N! You’re not even listening to me!“

“Sorry, Jaemin!” You apologized quickly.

“Still thinking about this morning?”

“I was so close! Why am I such a coward?” You asked grabbing your books from your locker.

“We’ll talk about how you’re such a failure over ice cream.” He responded wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

You rolled your eyes and playfully pushed him away. His laugh brightening up your mood. This was what he was good at. He could easily uplift your mood and you appreciated it so much.

“I don’t deserve ice cream.” You whined leaning against his shoulder.

He sighed and closed your locker door. He grabbed your hands and squeezed them.

“Just talk to him. The worst Mark hyung can do is reject you, but I’m sure he won’t do that. Do you see the way he looks at he? It’s gross.” Jaemin finished with a smile.

“You really think he likes me?”

“He’d be an idiot not to.”

Jaemin pulled you into a hug and held you tightly. Little did you both know, Mark was standing near the staircase watching your interaction. He looked down and crumbled the rap he made for you. You always told him how much you loved it when he rapped. You admired him and pushed him to work harder to reach his dreams. He stuffed the crumpled paper into his pocket.

There goes confessing his feelings for you.


“Okay, we need to come up with a new plan.” Jaemin said walking into the ice cream parlor.

“Jaemin, I really appreciate it, but there’s no way it’ll work. Besides, don’t you think he’ll want someone his own age?”

“Y/N, you’re literally only a year younger than him. We both are.”

You sighed and looked around. Your head turning towards the door at the sound of the bells ringing. You froze in your spot. Your eyes met as soon as he stepped in. Mark moved to make his way over to you, but he saw that you were with Jaemin. He scoffed and turned away, leading his friends to a table in the back. You frowned and followed him with your gaze. Did you do something wrong?

“You know, I’m gonna stop hanging out with you. You keep zoning out, Jeno wouldn’t treat me this way.” Jaemin said holding up the menu.

“Mark oppa is here. I don’t know what to do.”

“You go and talk to him and please don’t call him oppa around me. It’s gross.”

“Everything is gross to you.”

You took a deep breath and made your way to Mark’s table. You got this. You could totally do this. You reached his table and suddenly your tongue was tied.

“Can I help you?” He asked in exasperation.

Why was he being so cold? What could you have possibly done? You brushed it off and decided it was now or never.

“Can I talk to you?”

He nodded and stood up from his seat. You led him to a secluded corner so you two could have some privacy.

“Shouldn’t you be with your boyfriend?”

You tilted your head in confusion. What boyfriend? As far as you knew you were still off the market pinning after Mark.

“Boyfriend? I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“I saw you with Jaemin, Y/N. I know you two are together. I can’t believe after seeing you with him I still like you.” He whispered the last sentence.

Your heart beat quickened and you stood frozen in your spot. Did you hear that correctly? Did Mark Lee just say he liked you?

“What?”

“Nothing! I gotta go.” He said quickly, trying to walk away from you.

You grabbed his arm and a crumbled paper ball fell from his uniform jacket pocket. Before he could reach it you picked it up and opened it.

“Y/N, please don’t.”

“You wrote this for me?” You asked incredulously.

“How do you know it’s for you?”

“It says ‘to Y/N’ at the top. Mark oppa I didn’t know you liked me.”

He looked down and rubbed the back of his neck. His face burning red. He knew he should’ve thrown that away.

“I was going to confess to you today at school. It doesn’t matter anyway. You’re with Jaemin. I knew I didn’t have a chance.”

You rolled your eyes and punched his shoulder. You wished he would listen to you! You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug. He actually liked you! He cautiously wrapped his arms around your waist. He might as well enjoy this while it lasted.

“Mark, I’m not with Jaemin. The only boy I want to be with is you. Do you know how long I’ve liked you, Mark Lee!”

He chuckled and held you tighter. He was embarrassed for getting jealous so easily, but he had you now. He didn’t want to let go.

Maybe being jealous is a good thing.

anonymous asked:

I have a McKirk prompt for you: So what if Jim does have a medical degree? We know Bones is always like 'Who's got the medical degree here' and Jim never says anything because he trusts Bones to take care of him. But then they're stuck down on a planet and Bones gets sick, nothing major but it needs treatmeant. And Jim starts talking in medical babble with the resident doctors because they don't know a thing about human anatomy? Please and thank you :)

  • Bones is incredibly smart, sure. But he can be an insufferable know-it-all when it comes to being a doctor. Of  course, there is no doctor quite like Bones. Bones, who already was a renowned healer before even applying to Starfleet Academy. Bones, who knows everything about every alien species known in the universe, or at least has a database readily available in case he needs it. Bones, who is allowed to perform surgery on almost all of these species, too. Bones, who knows so much about xenobiology and anatomy that he sometimes forgets others don’t. Or, in Jim’s case, he forgets that Jim does know quite a bit, too. Because Jim graduated pre-med at Carver College in Iowa. He knows a lot about human diseases too, it’s just that Bones is always faster, and explains it either with such passion or such annoyance (depending on how dumb the sick person was), Jim always just let him. It’s kind of endearing, after all.
  • “Looks like chicken pox,” Jim says. He’s in med bay, together with Bones and a crew member who’s been brought in. “Yeah,” Bones says, “except everyone should be vaccinated against that. It’s the 23rd century, after all.” “I’m just saying, it looks like chicken pox,” Jim presses. Bones smiles, reaching out to gently cup Jim’s cheeks. “I think so too,” he says, “I’ll figure it out, I’m the one with the medical degree, after all.” He says, leaning in to press a quick kiss on Jim’s lips. Jim rolls his eyes when Bones pulls away. “You’re lucky you’re cute, because my smug is rubbing off on you,” he says, watching Bones interact with the patient. “Sweetheart, there was much more than your smug rubbing off on me this morning,” Bones replies casually.
  • Bones is with him on the bridge when they approach a Class M planet. Spock calls out that there is “Average intelligence” in life forms found down there, and then compares that to humans - earning a deathly stare from most of the crew members. They beam down when they arrive. Jim and Spock spend their time talking to the exotic alien race. Very human like, just more beautiful than average. Jim finds out they’re sick when he makes his round around town. And when he finds Leonard, the doctor is sniffing a little, too. “You okay?” Jim asks, gently squeezing Bones’ arm, and the doctor nods. “Yeah, I’m fine.” “You’re not getting a cold, are you?” “Please,” Bones huffs, “I haven’t been sick in years.”
  • That may have been true, but Bones gets sick anyway. Not a cold, but a full on flu. Just like the people on the planet. Bones refuses to stop working until he almost passes out and Jim has to catch him. “You need to go to the sick bay,” Jim says, and Bones huffs. “Yeah, I work there.” “No, you need to check yourself in,” Jim says firmly, sliding an arm around Bones’ waist. “No, I’m fine.” “In a pig’s eye you are,” Jim mocks, and Bones simply scoffs, too tired to argue the fact that Jim’s blatantly mocking him.
  • Bones remains sick for three full days and it doesn’t seem like he’s getting any better. The first two days, Jim could keep Bones occupied from work by tiring him out, or make him pass out from a particularly strong bourbon. But when the sickness progresses, Bones can’t even hold water, let alone alcohol. He’s not in the mood for sex, either. He tries to be, but he pretty much passes out before they can even get anywhere. “You need antibiotics,” Jim says, and for once, Bones isn’t arguing.
  • They make it back down to the planet, and Jim guides this shivering mess of a doctor towards the medical center. Bones is covered in blankets and still seems to be very cold, and so Jim just gets him a few more blankets and a cup of tea when Bones finally lies down on one of the beds. "We don’t know a lot about humans and how they respond to our medicine,“ the doctor there proclaims after taking a look at Bones. 
  • Bones reaches out for the bottle of antibiotics, but Jim is ahead of him. He quickly scans through the ingredients, and shakes his head. “Bones can’t have amoxicillin,” he says, and Bones raises an eyebrow. “Lower the dose and use epinephrine if he starts showing symptoms of anaphylaxis, please.” Bones listens quietly to Jim talking medical to the local doctor, not saying anything until the doctor has left. “… what?” Bones just asks, and Jim smiles. “Pre-med graduate, nice to meet you,” he says, reaching out for Bones’ hand and he squeezes it softly, “you’re going to be okay.” “Yes, I know,” Bones replies, “you never told me you graduated pre-med.” “I’m not as good as you are,” Jim shrugs, and Bones huffs. “Naturally.” “Again, I’m the cocky one between the two of us,” Jim corrects him with a small smile. “You say that, but now it turns out you’ve got a medical degree, too,” Bones says, “perhaps we’re really turning into each other.” Jim lies down next to him, an arm around the other’s waist, and he kisses Bones’ cheek gently. “God, I hope not.”