i don't think he realizes how much she really cares about him

Hogwarts Headcannons
  • Give me Dean, muggleborn that he is, imitating Steve Irwin in Care of Magical Creatures class, much to everyone's confusion except for Harry and Hermione who are. On the ground. Unable to breathe. And refusing to explain why.
  • Give me Harry, demisexual that he is, realizing that the reason he can't stop obsessing over Draco is because Draco is the one who saw - and subsequently disliked - 'Harry', and not The Boy Who Lived. Realizing that Draco was the only one to first talk to him for HIM, in that robe shop, and not his parents or fame (because even Ron and Hermione did that at first). And thus, leading to him randomly starting crying in the middle of lunch and claiming he's doomed, much to everyone's fear.
  • Give me Seamus, pyro that he is, super happy one Christmas when Hermione buys him a book on fire caution, flammable materials, and elements such as magnesium. Thus afterward, the mysterious fires that have always happened are far more safe and controlled.
  • Give me Luna, wonderful airhead that she is, being stared at as, calm as anything, she waltzes right into the Slytherin common room and starts talking to the mermaids like its absolutely normal. A first year drops a book he's staring so hard, because HOW DID SHE KNOW THE PASSWORD. Draco just sighs, gets up, goes over to her, and offers her tea.
  • Give me Draco. Who looks on as Neville offers Harry rhubarb pie that he made himself, as Harry stares forlornly at his Treacle Tart, and makes and annoyed sound. "Dammit Longbottom he hates bittersweets." The Slytherins stare and Pansy just mutters "How do you even know these things. Merlin, help him realize."
  • Give me Parvati, who is being constantly mistaken for her sister by Ron, who panics and screams "IM A LESBIAN" when it gets to be too much.
  • Give me Ron, who stares wide-eyes from a distance whenever he sees Padma from that moment on for a full week, until Padma flips out too and hexes him. Parvati awkwardly wonders why Ron starts getting scared whenever she tries to approach from then on, since she knows Ron doesn't have problems due to that sort of thing from how he handles Harry.
  • Give me the thirty or so of the school's Muggle-raised, who made the mistake of showing their folks howlers, and react accordingly whenever one of the families sends one that is just a recording of Rick Astley, or High School Musical, or spoilers for Doctor Who. And the Wizard-raised just... staring... in fear... watching their savior and multiple other students as they run around screaming and crying in an absolute panic for some reason even though it was a different student that got the weird howler.
  • Give me Harry, whose hair surprises people by being dark red like his mother's when in direct sunlight. And usually at the Weasley den they're inside, but one day Harry joins them outside for a picnic, and Molly is so confused about where Harry went to then has do do a mental tally of her children.
  • Give me George, who in the midst of the final battle, hit Lucius with an Anaticula curse, so that every spell he tries makes a duck instead. And the Death Eaters are just so confused. "Lucius... is that a duck?"
  • Give me the Gryffindor common room. The new first years suggest Monopoly for game night. The entire room goes dead silent. One first year tries to ask what they did wrong. "Never mention that game again," is the only response they get. "But why-" "NEVER TALK ABOUT SIXTH YEAR. WE NEVER TALK ABOUT SIXTH YEAR." Their brave upperclassman Neville yells, trembling. Hermione starts crying. Harry goes into a panic attack. Ron whispers, "There are many reasons we don't talk about sixth year. If The Incident had been the only thing that happened, we would only not talk about The Incident. Many things happened that year. Thus, we do not speak of that year, or of that game."
  • Give me McGonagall, who struggles to control the cat population, because while students are told to have their cats fixed you know not all 100 students that brought cats did so. Her curling up around a litter that lost their mother to illness. Training them to stalk the corridors. Albus had his ways of getting information, and hers is the spy network of cats.
  • Give me muggleborns singing everything from Phantom of the Opera to Katy Perry in the corridors. Singing We Will Rock You to a pureblood who disses them for it. The purebloods thinking the weird songs and their tunes are some kind of Rite of Passage and fleeing whenever a muggleborn student starts singing. Altering song lyrics. "I throw my ferret in the air some-times, singin EEEEEEEYO, this is DRAAAAAACO!"
  • Give me muggleborns that are really confused about the whole quill instead of pens things, throwing transfigured pokeballs in Care of Magical Creatures, the band students bringing kazoos and harmonicas and the wizrd-raised students that are just so confused as to how those things even work, because it must be some sort of air magic, right??
  • Give me muggleborns making entire conversations out of pop culture references specifically to confuse some Slytherin who just called one girl a Mudblood. "These are not the droids you were looking for." "I'm right on top of that now Rose, I promise." -jazz hands-
  • Give me muggleborns with Patronus that are things like Pikachu, velociraptors, the quiet Canadian transfer student with a moose patronus the size of a SMALL HOUSE, the one whose is a angeled-out Castiel, the one whose patronus is the democrat donkey and another the republican elephant and the two, previously best friends, become mortal enemies rivaling the fame of Harry and Draco.
  • Give me muggleborns hugging each other before break, promising to 'call' each other, trading weird codes, how they can't wait to go for 'sushi' or planning that trip together to 'disneyland' where they can go flying?? But no one's allowed magic?? Or flying?? And the wizard-raised think that somehow, shockingly,<i> these children totally new to our world have developed a way to cheat the system?? Muggleborns are badasses!!</i>
  • Give me muggleborns who are fully aware that the anti-tech wards were made when, like, radios barely even existed, much less cellphone towers and microprocessors, so while they can't turn them on inside the stone school walls there's this group that Harry joins constantly that just sit there in silence staring at these tiny things and sometimes randomly laughing hysterically, and every now and then standing and just running all the way across to the other side of the lake all at the same time with no signal whatsoever. The purebloods are <i>terrified</i> of this frequent happening.
  • Give me Harry, Hermione, Dean, and Justin from the D.A, muggleborns they are, doing a movie night every week to help the D.A. relax and bond. They re-start this after the battles, during eighth year, with several other people such as the returned Slytherins joining in. The entire year they play things like Tangled, The Breakfast Club, Brave, Lion King. But then the last four weeks, they announce they don't want to mislead everyone that everything is all fun and rainbows. The last four movies are My Sister's Keeper, The Shining, Marley and Me, and for the last week, a marathon of the entire Jurassic Park series.
  • Give me Hufflepuffs, who secretly are very relieved to be the 'normal' House. Jocks over there, know-it-alls over there, goth wannabees over there, now lets go camp out by the kitchens we're gonna need it to survive the next seven years like this.
  • Give me Ravenclaws who are so done with the riddles when they stumble back at midnight after having fallen asleep in the Library. "What's the truth?" "THE TRUTH IS THAT I WILL SET YOU ON FIRE IF YOU DON'T LET ME IN."
  • Give me the Trio, who use the Marauder's Map to find the most absolutely ridiculous routes to class, knowing every single one of the shortcuts. It's not odd for them to simply appear out of the ceiling. One day the new first years try to follow them, to learn the school better, but it doesn't go so well because then they try to go through a disappearing wall the Trio just did they instead run headfirst into it, and the next time they do behind a tapestry, down a waterside, around some sort of tower, causally past an entire doorless room full of bats, and somehow come out on the complete other side of the castle.
  • Give me Draco whose just completely had it with Harry's staring and confronts him, like they always do, and Harry just blurts out that he likes Draco's new haircut and can he touch his hair, and Draco so shocked he lets him. "Potter stop treating me like a cat I'm evil remember? Bloody hell have you gone daft?!" "But... it's soft..." "I hate you." But he just can't find any anger over this, so there's like no venom whatsoever in it and Harry can't stop giggling.
  • Give me Ginny, who can't stop giggling as Luna confuses the fuck out of an entire crowd with her way of speaking, and who during seventh year could 100% get away with insulting the Death Eaters because of the way she said things. Who after Luna used said tactic to get her out of a Crucio punishment just clung to Luna, shaking, and realizing that she loves Luna so much for this very reason. That there will never be another person like Luna in her life, ever.
  • Give me Harry, who was not really well educated while living at the Dursleys, who couldn't read very well but was wonderful at sneaking around, little tricks like hiding things, and loved music. He taught himself magic tricks, and MERLIN ALMIGHTY THIS 11 YEAR OLD KID HAS MASTERED VANISHING SPELLS, WHAT, HOW, and Percy, uptight prefect he is, just looses it.
  • Give me Ron walking in on Harry talking to some random snake in their dorm room, laughing like the snake said a particularly good joke, tipping his head and smiling as he responds, the python slowly curling up his arm to rest over his shoulder. Ron freezes, stares, and then slowly backs away, closes the door and stands there staring at it for a full half hour in absolute horror.
  • Give me the rest of the D.A. walking into the Room of Requirement and hearing screaming, Dean shrieking that he's going to murder someone, Hermione crying, Justin cursing like a sailor yelling for everyone to stop, and the rest panic and run around the corner and there the four Muggle-raised students are. With some sort of odd device in their hands. Playing Mario Kart.

anonymous asked:

I just want to say that yours headcanons and interactions with everyone here just crack me up so fcking much, honestly, you guys are a true blessing. And, if it's okay, could I request the RFA+V+ Saeran falling hard for MC but they just don't notice, like, at all, and, God help them, they are trying their very best, what the actual fuck MC (it's okay if you don't wanna do the request, I hope you guys have a great day!)

A/N: omg you’re such a cutie thank you <3 ヾ(´▽`*;)ゝ”and did you mean like mc doesnt notice that they’re completely in love with them??? (soRRY im so exhausted lmao) but dude i’m completely mc in that case ripperoni  ~Admin 404

*YOOSUNG:

               - I thought…losing his eye was like… enough to show how much he cares about you

               -He’s always making you food and snacks in cute little shapes (especially hearts)

               -When the two of you play LOLOL he’s always giving you the best loot and diving in front of your character to make sure you don’t die

               -Always joining new clubs that either you’re in, or they cover a topic you’re interested in

               -That way, he can spend more time with you and enjoy some of the same things!

               -Not to mention it he actually really enjoys it all and learns something new about you every time

               -He’s even managed to hug you close for long periods of time without turning red or stuttering!

               -But you still! Don’t! See it!

               -You always think he’s just being really nice and a great friend! Sure you secretly like him but you don’t want to ruin the friendship if he doesn’t like you back!

               -Saeyoung’s made it his personal mission to get the two of you together because Yoosung just won’t take initiative and you’re just oblivious as hell

*ZEN:

               -He’s always hanging off of you, how are you not even suspicious?

               -Always has an arm around you, hand on your shoulder, even on your knee when the two of you are sitting

               -For fucks sake MC, he kisses your cheek and holds your hand when the two of you walk anywhere are you DENSE??

               -Always bringing you flowers, chocolates, you name it

               -HE EVEN MAKES UP SONGS TO SING TO YOU

               -He’s so dramatic about everything. Every time you don’t react to his romantic gesture, he’s practically throwing himself to the floor in a sobbing fit

               -He’s even held you by the shoulders, looked you in the eyes, and told you how much he really likes you

               -You just responded with a tilt of your head, innocently asking, “Like…. you like-like me?”

               - hoW HAVE YOU NOT NOTICED BY NOW?????

               -EVEN AFTER THAT, YOU’RE STILL OBLIVIOUS. MC, why. Just, why. He loves you but wOW

*JAEHEE:

               -She’s not exactly surprised that you don’t realize her feelings

               -More subtle with her emotions than the rest of them

               - even jumin is more open about his feelings for you, who would have guessed

               -She’s always inviting you to attend new cafes, or to show you her favourite ones!

               -Also makes you a lot of coffee/tea and cakes!

               -The two of you spend a lot of time discussing books the two of you have read, and theorize about those that abruptly ended

               -Always looking you straight in the eyes, smiling, and will constantly turn a light shade of red

               -But you don’t get it?? Is she getting a fever? Is it even hot enough in here to make her red like that? Is she alright?

               -You’re always putting your hands on her cheeks, trying to see if she’s ill and it just makes her blush 10x more

               -Dammit MC she’s gonna pass out at this rate, get your hands off of her, just notice that she likes you so the two of you can cuddle and she can get over turning as red as she does!

*JUMIN:

               -You’d think it’d be really obvious

               -I mean the man has next to no emotions but when you come around he’s practically a puddle on the floor- how in the world don’t you notice?

               -Always making sure you’re comfortable with anything the two of you do

               -If he invites you to lunch and you don’t like the restaurant, he’ll cancel his reservations and find a new place immediately

               -AND HE DOES EVERYTHING HIMSELF. Not once does he ask Jaehee or another employee of his to set up plans or grab something for you

               -Listens to your opinion more than anyone else’s. He’ll take it to heart and do whatever you suggested (that is if it isn’t drastic)

               -HE LETS YOU PICK UP ELIZABETH? CUDDLE WITH HER? GIVE HER KISSES? DOESN’T THAT TELL YOU HOW HE FEELS ABOUT YOU??

               -The dude tried to move you into his house almost immediately, seriously MC how can you not tell

               -Completely showers you in gifts all the time. If you aren’t there to physically receive them, he’s telling you what he got you and sends you pictures

               -He thinks it’s absolutely adorable that you have no idea, but at the same time it lowkey drives him crazy because he juST WANTS TO KISS YOU, MC. PLEASE. JUST, P L E A S E

 

*SAEYOUNG:

               -This lil brat tries to hide that he’s completely in love with you until he just can’t take it anymore

               -Come on he’s built you Robo-cat, gone over personally to protect you, and a lot more, what do you waNT FROM HIM

               -Sends you memes in the middle of the night because he thinks you’ll find them funny

               -Calls you at night just to talk until he can hear you fall asleep on the other end of the phone

               -He’s also buying you a lot of little things because he thought of you when he saw it, and couldn’t bring himself to just leave it

               -You’re the only one he’ll let drive his babies. HIS. BABIES. MC, COME ON

               -Always looking at you like a love-sick puppy. Whenever you do something completely adorable he gets as red as his hair

               -He’ll lightly brush his hand against yours when the two of you are walking close together, and watch to see if he can actually grab your hand

               -Gives you the Flynn Rider smoulder more times than you can count but all you do is giggle because it’s your favourite movie. Your giggle is like heaven but MC whY CAN’T YOU SEE HE LIKES YOU

               -HE EVEN SINGS THE LITTLE MERMAID SONG “KISS THE GIRL”(or he changes the lyrics to boy, depending) TO GET THE POINT ACROSS BUT ALL YOU DO IS JUMP IN ON HIS MUSICAL NUMBER. One day MC, one day.

*V:

               -He’s gentle with everyone, but you??

               -Well, he’s gentle but he plays around a LOT more

               -Playfully pushes you, pinches your cheeks, he even does gross shit like lick your cheek okay but i do the same

               -Leans close to you all the time. When the two of you talk, he’s leaning into you, staring into your eyes

               -Y'all even spend the night at each other’s houses watching movies or just talking about life

               -How the hell can you not tell that this giraffe loves you??

               -Always taking beautiful photos of you! Well…almost always

               -His favourite photo album is full of pictures of you being goofy, and packed which terrible candid’s of you, but he lOVES THEM SO MUCH MC LOOK AT HOW AMAZING YOU ARE

               -He plans trips for just the two of you so he can take pictures and you can see the sights! Takes you to romantic dinners! Y'all even go to festivals and carnivals together.

               -He’s always holding your hand because he doesn’t want to lose you in a crowd. Or that’s what you think. In reality he just wants to hold your hand; MC please he’s so cute just kiss him already

*SAERAN:

               -He just plain sucks at sharing emotions

               -But he thought he was pretty obvious?

               -Like there are times that you’re the only one he’ll even acknowledge? That’s pretty self-explanatory there MC

               -He takes you out for ice cream all the time, walks around town, whatever you want. He hates people, he doesn’t willingly go out for that. Unless you want to

               -Always invites you over to just hang out and play some games, watch some movies, or sometimes just to nap

               -Even asks you to teach him how to cook/bake, so he can spend a lot more time with you!

               -Sometimes you give him this dazzling smile that just makes his heart flutter and he can’t even look at you

               -You also like to hug him and he practically passes out every time. It scares you a little bit because you can’t figure out why?? Is he okay??? Are you dead??

               -But he steps out of his comfort zone and hugs you back?? You’re so happy and you absolutely love it! You think that maybe he’s finally becoming more social! You have no idea that he only hugs you because??? It’s you

               -Please just admit you like this man so he can get comfortable MC, he’s too awkward to ask you out himself

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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When you find a new friend in the strangest way.

cat hybrid!yoongi/reader

Word Count: 5,703

What were you thinking?

You don’t know what possessed you to go to a hybrid adoption facility and want to pick out a hybrid of your own. You felt bad that you could only choose one of the many hybrids presented before you. All were of various species accentuated with different colors, shapes, and sizes.

“You can go in if you want.” The employee next to you responds, having spotted you looking at the hybrids through the glass window.

The room was pretty spacious but you were afraid that if you went inside you would try and take them all home with you. It looked like a cross between a playground and recreational room. There were beds for them to sleep, a TV off to the side, and lots of blankets and pillows.

“If there’s one you want to interact with personally, we have rooms available for you, if you’re not comfortable going inside with all of them. It can get overwhelming sometimes.”

You watched all the hybrids for a bit. There were a couple of rabbits running around in a game of chase, bounding through the other hybrids as well as hopping over stray toys and scattered furniture pieces. The foxes were playing with a soccer ball, rolling it back and forth and a few of them even went to mess with the other hybrids nearby. Literally all of the dog hybrids were play wrestling each other and you could see tufts of fur flying through the air. Most of the cats were either asleep or lazily tossing balls of yarn here and there.

You notice a small white cat hybrid tucked away from everyone else, including the other cats, curled up in a ball high on top of one of the shelves. He wasn’t sleeping, rather he was lying there and observing all the other hybrids with a smidge of boredom adorning his features, white tail flicking lazily back and forth like a pendulum. His white ears contrasted the black locks of his hair as they twitched to each of the sounds. You noticed that he looked…lonely, yet there was a hint of sadness somewhat hidden in his eyes, and your heart ached at the sight.

“Can I meet that white one over up on top of that shelf, please?” You ask the employee.

His eyes bulge out. “Huh? Him? Sweetie, you seem rather new to this, which is understandable, but let me give you some advice. You don’t want him.” He says with a shake of his head. “We have plenty other hybrids up for adoption that are much friendlier. Trust me, he isn’t one of them.” The employee tells you.

His response only provokes you even more to meet the black haired cat boy.

“No. I want to see him.” You answer pointing at the lone cat.

The employee sighs, “Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He goes inside the room and motions for another worker to take you to one of the private rooms in the back. The girl smiles and as you follow her you pass by aisles of toys, food, information books, and various other supplies as she leads you down one of the many halls. After maybe three seconds of silence you soon come to realize that she is a talker.

“Hi! Is this your first time adopting a hybrid?” She asks in a bubbly tone.

“Yes, it is.”

“Oh my gosh, I knew it! I could see it in your face. Aren’t they so cute?! Which one are you thinking of getting? I personally love the dog hybrids. They’re just so fun and playful! I always wanted to get one for myself, but my parents wouldn’t let me.” She pouts.

_Honestly, she could just be one of the dog hybrids, all she’d need are the ears and tail, she already has their energy. _You smile. “Actually, I was thinking about adopting a cat hybrid. The white one with black hair, kind of keeps to himself.”

She snaps her head to look at you with surprise. “Oh, really? You mean Yoongi? That’s awesome! You know, I feel bad for him when nobody picks him, cause he’s like super quiet and a little scary when he glares which is like, all the time. But he’s pretty harmless, unless, you know, someone irritates him. Like one time, Bob, the other guy who works here, you were just with him, tried to wake Yoongi up for his evaluation, but boy, he wasn’t having it. Bob was this close to having his face used as a scratching post.” She said, using her fingers to demonstrate, pinching them together until they were a centimeter apart.

Ahh. So that’s why “Bob” sounded so adamant about not adopting Yoongi.

You both arrive at an empty room and there’s a little window where you can peak in enough to see a few chairs on the inside. Chatty Cathy pulls out a set of keys from her pocket and unlocks the door, beckoning you inside.

“You know,” the girl says after a literal split second pause, “he’s not bad. He’s just…not a people person and I think he’s easily misunderstood. On a more personal note, and I’m not trying to persuade you in any way, but please give him a chance. You two both seem relatively quiet and you’re really nice so I think this will work out.” She eventually says, eyes shining with hope.

You smile at her reassuringly. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep that in mind.”

She perks up and gives you a kilo-watt smile. “Thanks girl! I knew I liked you for a reason!”

And with that she exits through the door, practically skipping down the hall.

You sigh and look around the room. It was pretty basic, the only decorations on the wall were a couple of pictures with cute animals. At first, you go to sit on one the plastic chairs, but decide against it. As you wait you unconsciously start rubbing your hands together in nervousness.

What if he doesn’t like you? There were plenty of other hybrids available, but you felt drawn to this one in particular and you would be disappointing to you if this didn’t work out. The other girl said she had a good feeling about this, maybe you should tune into her positive vibes.

Moments later you see Bob and Yoongi walking past the window and then they’re coming through the door.

Here we go.

“Be nice, cat.” Bob says to the hybrid. Said cat releases a small hiss in reply as he stalks none to happily inside the room.

The glare Bob directs at him shows exactly how much he doesn’t like the cat boy. He opens his mouth and you abruptly speak before he can.

“It’s okay, sir, I’ll be fine.” You jump in before the two decide to duke it out in the small area.

The man glances at you and grunts before eventually regarding the other male with obvious distaste. “I’m watching you.” Bob opens the door and then leaves, but merely goes to the tiny observation window to keep an eye on the two of you.

The silence in the room is deafening. You shift a little on your feet and look at the feline. He stands there in the corner, as far away from you as possible, with the same bored expression on his face, only this time there’s annoyance in that stare that is directed at the wall.

“Umm, hello, Yoongi. My name is Y/N.” You shyly tell him.

Nothing.

“You’re not that much of a talker, are you?”

Silence. Not even a peep. You could see that this was leading nowhere, but still you persisted.

“That’s okay. I’m kind of a timid person too. Anyway I can give you a small introduction so you can get to know me a little. I’m currently in college, my major is undecided right now so I’m just doing my basics. Uh, what else? Oh, I like to read, write, and sometimes play video games in my spare time. What do you like to do for fun, Yoongi?”

Crickets should be chirping at this point. He’s not looking at you, the wall appearing to be more interesting than you.

You then decide to take the initiative and you walk closer until you’re right next to him. He noticeably stiffens at your approach, but doesn’t utter a word.

“Look, I know you don’t know me and you have every right not to trust me, a random stranger, but I’d really like to have you as my companion.”

The cat boy might as well be a statue.

“Are you happy here?” You finally ask.

His ears perk up slightly at your words, but doesn’t speak and you continue.

“If you want to stay for whatever reason I will understand, it won’t hurt my feelings, but I can offer you I think a much better home. One where you won’t feel isolated or like an outcast. I think you will like the change in scenery and I will make you feel as comfortable as can be. I want to give you a place where you can be happy and quite frankly, I don’t think it’s here.”

His eyes are filled with skepticism and also with a hint of shock you think to yourself, but suddenly they narrow into slits.

“What do you know, lady? You don’t even know me. What? Let me guess they put you up to this or something? A new tactic to make me more loveable?” His voice rising, ears pinning into his head and snow white tail puffing in anger.

Crap. 

Bob was still watching from outside and judging from his flaring nostrils he didn’t look too pleased and neither did the feline beside you. You had to be careful.

“Yoongi, I’m sorry I didn’t mean-”

You did it without even realizing what you were doing until it was already too late. You reached out to touch his shoulder in apology and the second your fingers make contact with the cotton sleeve, you immediately jerk your hand back, but he was already moving.

You are abruptly pushed up against the wall with the cat boy right in front of you and he was livid. His arms were on either side of your head as he glares down at you.

“I don’t need any help from you so just leave me alone.” He snarls at you, tail vibrating rapidly.

You’re trembling, trying to figure out a way to diffuse the situation but before you can, Bob comes barreling in, slamming the door open in his wake, causing it to careen into the wall with a loud bang as he yanks the hybrid away from you.

“That’s it, cat! I warned you, but you just don’t listen do you?! You want to be put back in confinement again? Huh? If you do, then fine by me because I can make that happen! I’ve got a cage with your name on it!” Bob bellows.

_Confinement? Cage?! No wonder he’s always alone!” _You had to do something; you had to stop them. He was dragging Yoongi towards the ajar door; you had to think fast.

“Stop! Don’t hurt him!” You shout.

“I told you, girl, this one isn’t normal.” They were partially in the hallway now.

“I’ll take him!!” You scream.

All movement ceases to the point you wondered if even time was frozen.

“Excuse me?” Bob askes in confusion.

Yoongi says nothing, only staring at you with disbelief written all over his face.

“Look, ma’am you can’t just-”

“I said. I’ll adopt him.” You interrupt him before he gets to finish.

“But he attacked you!”

“It was my own fault. I pushed his boundaries and I accept full responsibility for my mistake.”

“We have a no refund policy.”

They treat them as if they’re possessions or something!

“Well, I have no intention of bringing him back.”

Bob is looking at you like you’ve grown two heads. You steadily meet his gaze in return while cocking an eyebrow, refusing to back down in this.

“Well?” You ask.

Losing the battle of maintaining eye contact, Bob eventually acquiesces.

“Fine. Your loss, just remember all sales are final. You’ve witnessed firsthand what this one’s capable of. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

He releases the hybrid and leaves to go get the paperwork you assumed.

“Why don’t you get acquainted with your new owner, cat.” Not necessarily asking, but rather more so making a demand. He finally exits the room.

The poor and battered door is left open, then everything is quiet again.

“Why would you do that?” The cat boy whispers, breaking the silence.

“Look, I don’t really know what kind of place this is, but you obviously hate it here and honestly, I don’t blame you, so… I want to help.”

“You? Help?” He scoffs. “You think you humans can just come and… whatever, you’ll regret your decision in the end. You heard what he said, I’m not normal. So why don’t you save yourself the trouble and give up.”

You’re shaking your head before he finishes talking. “Honestly, none of us are exactly normal. I’m not going to give up and if anything, I hope you can bear with me.”

“Why do you care so much?” He snaps, ears and tail starting to twitch once again.

“I care because I know you’re not worthless or defective like they think you are. Even if you don’t believe in yourself, I do, and if I have to prove it to you by getting you out of here, then I don’t mind.”

Yoongi doesn’t say anything at first, only staring at you like you’ve lost it, which was apparently frequent today considering everyone has given you strange looks, until he finally responds with, “We’ll see.”

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It was approaching one week since you adopted your very first cat hybrid. You stayed true to your word, leaving the cat boy alone, giving him his personal space, and letting him do whatever he pleased, which wasn’t much. Majority of the time he just slept and when he didn’t it was either to go to the bathroom or come eat.

Whenever dinner was cooked and served he assumed he wasn’t supposed to eat with you. At first he would try to take his food back to his room, but you weren’t going to let him unintentionally lure bugs inside. Then he tried to eat on the floor next to the dining table which you also denied him of, stating that this is his home too and that he has every right to sit with you _at _the table.

“But you’re my owner.” Yoongi says with a confused look.

“I’m your friend. Therefore, you can sit right next to me.”

“But I’m a hybrid. A cat hybrid. You’re a human.”

“Congratulations! Glad to see you know what species we both are.”

“Pets eat on the floor and their owners eat on the table.”

“Doesn’t matter because you’re not my pet.”

And with that you place his bowl of noodles right in the spot next to yours. He heaves a deep sigh, but doesn’t argue with you after that. Yoongi’s actions raised a lot of questions within you. What did they teach the hybrids that made them think they were subordinate to humans? Is it just assumed that they’re supposed to behave a certain way? It wasn’t until later that night, when you truly understood just how hard living in that place made the hybrid feel.

~*~

You were staying up late to work on some assignments for class and time flew away without your knowledge, until you glanced at the clock to see 1:15 glaring at you.

But it said 10:04 just a few minutes ago! You must have misread it when it actually said 1:04. That’s what you get for always having that song on repeat. Oops. Bedtime it is then. At least tomorrow was Saturday. You turn off your laptop and leave the living room after shutting off the lights.

As you’re walking past Yoongi’s room, you open the door slightly to take a quick peak, but you suddenly stop. The cat boy was curled up in his bed, but you could just barely see the shudders coming from his body as the light from the hallway illuminated his small frame.

You pause, debating whether or not to go in, you couldn’t tell if his eyes were open or closed. You decide to creep in slowly and quietly call his name so as not to startle him.

He doesn’t respond nor stop his shivering so you continue your quiet walk until you are beside him. He’s sound asleep, seemingly lost deep in his dreams, or more like nightmare, and your heart breaks at the sight before you.

Crouching down, you notice the tear tracks streaming across his cheeks and you wipe them with your fingers. You pull the blankets higher up around his shoulders and without a second thought, run your fingers through his midnight hair. His quaking eventually slows and then ceases altogether. It hurt to see him like this and you wished you could do more for him.

Maybe bring him some warm milk? No, you didn’t want to wake him, he valued his sleep.

Cuddling? Probably not the best idea right now, not after the way he reacted back at the shop. 

Looking around, you realize how dark the room is due to the fact that there were no windows.

You want to be put back in confinement again? I’ve got a cage with your name on it! That’s what Bob had said and it was the only sentences replaying through your mind like an alarm on full blast.

Maybe he’s afraid of being alone in the dark?

You don’t know what confinement was like for him, but could only assume it was dark and lonely, judging by the fact that he was always by himself and apparently shoved in a cage no less. Suddenly you figure out what you could do for him, while being subtle at the same time.

You stand up and speed quickly to the closet out in the hallway, digging as quietly as you can until you find what you’re looking for. You run into your room as well to grab something else for him.

Once you acquire all the items you head back into his room and plug the Scooby-Doo nightlight into the electrical outlet as you watch Scooby’s head light up the small corner. You didn’t know how Yoongi would feel about it, but hopefully it will bring him solace at night. You had also snatched one of the little stuffed animals from your room, tucking the black cat with mismatched orange and green eyes from the Halloween collection into his arms and he unconsciously clutches it tighter to his chest. He appeared to still be dead asleep, despite all your moving, so after looking around one more time, you leave the room once more and shut the door until it’s slightly cracked open.

~*~

Later that morning, you stopped by his room to check on him.

“Hey, Yoongi! I’m going outside for a walk; do you want to come join me?” You ask from the doorway to his room where Yoongi was lounging on his bed. Casually glancing around you see Scooby-Doo turned off, but don’t see the stuffed cat anywhere.

Wonder if he liked them or maybe he thought they were stupid. 

He merely grunts at you and you sigh. You knew he wouldn’t want to, but a small part of you still hoped he would eventually come around.

“Okay, I’ll see you later then.”

“What, not gonna try and get me to go with you?” He asks with distrust, ears starting to fold down.

“No, Yoongi. I already told you, you can do whatever you want. I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do. You’re my friend and I know it’s not easy to trust people, but please know that all I want is for you to be happy and comfortable here, okay?”

Giving him a smile you turn to leave and miss the small hint of gratefulness that flashes across his eyes as he pulls the cat out from under the covers and holds it to his face while softly rubbing its head with care.

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On the day marking the second week of Yoongi’s arrival, you finally start making some progress.

It was a lazy Sunday morning and you were sitting on the couch watching old TV show re-runs.

You see Yoongi padding into the living room with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He’s wearing the white hoodie and pair of basketball shorts that you recently bought for him. As he walks towards you, he glances at the TV. His face morphs into confusion, eyebrows lowering.

“What’s wrong with your TV?”

“What do you mean?” You ask while looking at your TV, but seeing no fuzzy pictures and hearing no distorted sounds.

“The color’s gone. It’s black and white.”

“Well, that’s because it’s an old show, back before there was colored TV.”

“Wait, what? That’s a TV show?” He points to the screen.

“Yeah, back then there was only black and white because colored TV wasn’t a thing yet. So when my parents were growing up this is what showed on TV.”

“Really? So this was made before we were even born?” He asks, cocking his head to the side.

“Yep.” You answer.

“How do you know about this show then?”

“It happened to be on one of the channels one day and I watched some of it, then I became hooked ever since because it was so funny.”

You look at his still scrunched expression and cautiously ask him, “How much do you know of the human world?”

“I mean, we’re taught how to speak to our owners as well as how to act properly and serve them, but other than the basics, not much.” He says with a shrug.

“What about technology?”

“We know how to use the TV and cell phones and computers, but we don’t know how to drive or use the things in the kitchen that well. We know what they are, but we’ve never really used them before.”

“I see.”

That’s sad, you think to yourself. They really don’t teach them much. How are they so supposed to gain their independence? That’s probably the whole point because that means they have to depend on humans to care of them.

“Well, if you want I can always teach you how to cook if you’re ever up for it. I don’t mind.” You say with a smile.

Shrug. He’s watching the TV, cat ears flicking at each sound they hear.

“So you sit here and laugh at three stupid men on a black and white screen, while all the other girls at the home would watch regular TV and giggle at all the supposed hot guys or whatever.” He scoffs.

“Well, I really like this show because it’s entertaining. You are more than welcome to come and join me.”

He motions with an “I guess.”

Yoongi shuffles over towards you and proceeds to sit on the floor while wrapping his arms around your legs.

You freeze.

What? Is he really engaging in physical contact; with me?

You were afraid to break the connection and elicit the silent and practically non-existent conversations, but at the same time you really wanted to return the affection as a sign of thanks to him.

So, as gingerly as you can manage, you reach over and oh so gently pet his head. Yoongi noticeably stiffens, but doesn’t make a move to pull away. Your hand gravitates towards one of his snow white ears and you carefully start to scratch at the base of said ear.

His reaction is immediate.

Rumbling purrs sound from deep within his chest and his eyes slide into a half-lidded state as he relaxes. He moves to lay his head into your knee as he nuzzles the side of your leg, long ice white tail winding around your ankle.

“Just let me know if you want me to stop.” You quickly tell him.

“No, no. It’s okay. I like it so keep going.” He mumbles so faintly you almost don’t catch it.

Ah-ha! You cheer internally. This must be his weak spot then.

As y’all were sitting in the living room, you both watch the show in silence with occasional chuckles here and there. After one of the characters clumsily falls yet again, causing you to laugh slightly, the cat boy tilts his head in your direction with a small smile.

“You know, you’re a very interesting own-um, human.”

“And you’re a very interesting, but also cute, hybrid.” You answer as you poke his cheek softly. Yoongi ducks his head down into your leg and this time you catch the hint of pink dusting his cheeks.

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On the third week, a routine has been established.

You would come home from school, sometimes dead on your feet, and Yoongi would be waiting relatively near the front door to greet you. He would take your backpack from you and lug it to the living room while you headed to the kitchen where you would make dinner.

In the beginning, he would opt to just sit and watch, but recently you started asking him to help, either with chopping up vegetables or stirring the pot. The cat boy was reluctant at first but eventually became accustomed in utilizing the kitchen utensils and appliances, soon learning how to get really good at the tasks you assigned him.

Although, you still felt a little bit of trepidation whenever he tried to use the knife to “karate chop” the poor carrots and celery.

Or when he accidently put the popcorn in the microwave for too long, causing the buttery snack bag to come exploding out from the microwave door.

Also there was that one time he left plastic wrapping on the kitchen stove which almost set the apartment on fire.

Yoongi’s cooking skills weren’t bad minus the few mishaps here and there. Overall, he did a decent job and seemed like he enjoyed cooking in the kitchen with you.

Tonight, when you went to taste the rice he was currently preparing, you were stunned by how delicious it was.

“Mmm, wow, Yoongi! This is really good, I love it, especially all the flavors you added.” You compliment.

“Um, thanks.” He says, rubbing the back of his head, ruffling his black locks in the process; a small smile appearing on his lips as well. You see his cheeks flare up again and you can’t help but smirk at the sight.

“You should smile more often, I like it.” You say. The pink bleeds into a deep red and he purses his lips to try and hide his smile, but he can’t quite to do it so he eventually breaks into a full-fledged grin. He turns away and goes back to stirring the rice.

“I thought you said you’ve never worked with the kitchen appliances before?” You ask after a moment of silence passes.

“I haven’t, but someone showed me. Umm, at the home I didn’t have a lot of friends because I was always separated from them so the head cook took me under her wing. On the days I wasn’t in confinement she would let me come to the kitchen and would teach me about mixing all the ingredients and spices together. I couldn’t actually try it for myself because she would get in trouble by the other workers since hybrids weren’t allowed to cook so I would just watch her. She was like a grandma to me and she taught me all that I know.” He holds a faraway look in his eye as he relives his memories.

Maybe that’s why he didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want to say goodbye.

“Do you miss her?”

“Yeah, but she always told me to not be afraid and keep an open mind about humans, that one day I’m going to find someone who’s going to like my quiet self and appreciate my skills.” He meets your eyes then and the warmth heats inside your chest.

“The only thing she didn’t mention was how weird the human was gonna be.” He laughs.

“Hey!” You say in mock anger, slapping his arm at the comment.

“Who ever said being weird was a bad thing?”

“Heh. Not me.” He chuckles.

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It has been a month since the cat hybrid moved in to your home and he was slowly, but surely, warming up to you.

You opened the front door, holding not only your backpack, but also a small box of chocolates from your friend. She was a pastry arts major so she had to practice her baking skills, and since she knew how much of a chocolate fanatic you were, she decided to make you her official guinea pig.

Yoongi wasn’t there to greet you and you find out why as soon as you enter the living room.

The cat boy had been asleep on the couch, but the minute you made your appearance he woke up.

“Hi there, Sleeping Beauty.” You say as you set your backpack down beside the couch and he groggily looks up at you.

“Hey.” He rasps and his voice is so deep and rough it actually causes your knees to wobble slightly.

What was that all about? You shake your head to reorient yourself. Alrighty, then.

He yawns and sits up arms reaching for the ceiling, hair sticking up in various spots as he watches you go to the kitchen. He stands to follow after you and as you pause by the counter to set the box down you feel him peaking over your shoulder, white cat ears twitching curiously, tail already winding around your leg.

“What’s that?” He asks as he rests his chin upon your shoulder.

“Chocolate. Want some?” You lift the lid to show him the delicious contents. “There’s dark, milk, white-. Wait, can hybrids eat chocolate?”

He gives you a dead look. “Just because we have feline characteristics doesn’t mean we’re exactly like them.”

“Hey, I’m just making sure.” You say, raising your hands up in surrender. “Don’t need you getting sick or something.”

As you’re preparing to make some sandwiches for dinner, you slip a small piece of chocolate in your mouth and from the corner of your eye you see Yoongi eyeing the treats.

“You’re more than welcome to have some. I don’t mind sharing.”

He scoffs. “Yeah, no thanks.”

You shrug with a “Suit yourself.”

After you both eat dinner, you give Yoongi the task of dish washing and you head to the bathroom so you can shower. Once you finish and put on a pair of boxers and an old t-shirt you walk back to the kitchen to check on the hybrid, but as you turn the corner you stop.

Said cat boy was currently stuffing his face with chocolate, looking like a chipmunk with too many pecans in its mouth. He hasn’t noticed your presence yet, that is, until he turns a little and stiffens at the sight of you placing a hand on your hip while also quirking an eyebrow at him.

“Hello, there.” You say with a smirk.

He makes a few muffled noises, trying to speak, but can’t with all the sweets occupying his mouth.

“Finish chewing first before you choke.” You advise him.

He does so and once he’s done he ducks his head slightly, ears folding in chagrin, refusing to meet your eyes.

“Well, someone sure likes chocolate.” You chuckle.

The moment you utter the words red flames spear his cheeks as they spread all the way up to the tips of his white ears, turning them a pretty pink color.

“At least I’m not the only chocolate addict. What else do you like? Cookies?”

Nod.

“Cake? Ice cream? Pie?” Nod. Nod. Nod.

“Nice! You can be my partner in crime when it comes to baking desserts.”

He mutters something under his breath, but you can’t quite make it out.

He’s probably cursing me out or something to that extent. You think, laughing internally at the thought. 

“Oh, this is exciting! Finally, someone who can appreciate the beauty of sweet treats. Aww, my little sugar cat! Hey, I like that. Suga. Hmmm. Suga Suga. My chocolate connoisseur.” You giggle at the name.

He must’ve seen the gears rotating in your mind because he responds with, “Don’t even think about it. I don’t need a nickname.”

“But… it fits you. Come on, please??” You pout trying to be as cute and annoying as can be and you scoot up beside him, clinging onto him like a little kid.

“What are you, five?” He snorts.

“Please, Yoongi.”

He gazes down at you and you give him the saddest puppy eyes that you can muster.

“I thought you said you wouldn’t force me to do anything I didn’t want to do.”

“That’s why I’m giving you the chance to approve it.”

He’s still looking at you and you him until he eventually rolls his eyes.

He sighs. “Fine, whatever.”

“Yay! Thank you, Suga Suga.”

“Just don’t say it more than three times a day.”

“What?! Five.”

“Three.”

“Five.”

“Two.”

“Three it is. Actually, no, at least four-.”

Yoongi grabs a random piece from the box and shoves it in your mouth mid-sentence.

“Shut up and eat your chocolate.”

“Thank you, Suga Suga! You’re the best.” You say as you rapidly chew the dessert and grab the box.

Running up beside him, you bump his shoulder with your own and you both go to sit on the couch. The two of you sit and watch TV while munching on the box of treats as Yoongi curls against you, faint purrs come from within and his tail wraps around your waist. He eases his head cautiously into your neck as he settles against you and you can’t help the grin that emerges from your lips as you silently enjoy one another’s company.

A/N: Why do all my fanfics keep getting longer and longer, I don’t know. This was mainly Yoongi’s backstory, so Taehyung hasn’t arrived just yet, but I’ll put his story up soon. If you like my stories feel free to flood my inbox, anon or not, I don’t mind. Apologies as always for grammatical errors, it bothers me when I miss even the smallest mistakes. Thank you again for reading and I hope you continue enjoying my little stories. I also realized that I haven’t exactly given myself a nickname for people to refer to me as, so you can just call me Amarwen. Nice to meet you!

anonymous asked:

Can I request something? RFA + V & Saeran finding out MC has feelings for them.. but they don't feel the same way? ToT.

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Yoosung

- You admitted it after a cute movie the two of you had watched. Little movie hang outs being a well-welcomed habit between the two of you

- But, as the words started pouring out, his expression turned so sad.

- “Mc… I really appreciate it, I do! I just… I don’t think we’d be good together.”

- Mr. Never-Had-A-Girlfriend was rejecting you, even after such flirting from before?

- When you asked him about that, he rubbed the back of his neck, unable to look you in the eyes.

- “Well… I think I was just confusing my feelings for you. I realized I just really admired you instead, and it was never anything more than that.”

- He was still sweet enough to try cheering you up when you started crying a bit. He even went on to tell you that just because he didn’t return your feelings, that it didn’t mean no one liked you at all.

- (In fact Zen had been making some hints towards you)

- But even after all his kind words, the two of you slowly stopped hanging out. It was hard talking to each other, and sometimes difficult even being in the same room.

- You kept it simple in the chat, but after every time you met in person, it was hard not to have the tears well up again.

Zen

- You decided to mail him a cute romantic letter. That way when he picked up his fan mail, he’d have a nice surprise from you!

- It was so worrying writing the letter. You wrote it over about five times before you finally sent it- With a stamp and card that reminded you of him.

- So you waited a day or two, and then you finally received a call from him.

- “Heyyy, Mc,”

- You giggled and greeted him back. “Did you get my letter?”

- “I did, I did. That’s, uh. Why I called…

- His tone wasn’t what you were expecting, and you frowned while waiting for him to continue.

- “It’s a sweet letter, it really is, and it’s so thoughtful, but… Mc, I think you don’t really like me for me.”

- “…What do you mean?”

- “All this stuff you wrote- It’s exactly what my fans write about the characters I portray. It isn’t anything about the real me. Just the me up on stage. I’m sorry, Mc. I… I don’t think it would be good for us to go out together. I think you’d just be disappointed.

- Your heart snapped. You couldn’t help it- The sniffles coming from your end as he bounced around from trying to cheer you up, to explaining how it was for the best.

- But you couldn’t do it. You hung up on him.

- He didn’t even try calling back.

- From then on, any time he popped in while you were on the chat, you instantly logged off. Any time Jaehee got a bit too excited about his new plays, you popped off. Hell, even when Jumin let out a small complaint about Zen you found your chest constricting and needing to go cry privately.

- The parties were hard, but at least he was always swarmed by fans.

Jumin

- To see him, you had to work within his schedule. His busy, hectic, schedule.

- When you walked in after thanking Jaehee, you fumbled with your hands.

- “What were you needed to discuss? Was it about the next party? Any funds that are needed I’ll be willing to cover.”

- “No, no, it’s not about that.”

- He finally brought his head up from his paperwork, giving you a curious look.

- “Jumin, lately I’ve realized my feelings-”

- “I’m sorry, Mc, but no.”

- He… he didn’t give you a chance to even finish.

- “I’ve noticed for a while you had started acting like most women towards me, so I knew this day was coming, but no. Don’t worry, I’ll still talk to you. The RFA needs to continue the parties, anyway.”

- You stood awkwardly for a moment before nodding a bit and excusing yourself.

- You didn’t get on the chat for a few days, or even open up the app. When you did, you were greeted with so many texts.

- Of course Jumin had nonchalantly mentioned it! You felt so stupid, so childish.

- You couldn’t even look him in the eyes anymore.

Seven

- He knew it as soon as you started bouncing jokes right back at him

- He knew it the moment you didn’t care he was pushing you away, the moment you promised to help him find his brother.

- He knew it, and it hurt so much.

- After the commotion died down, you had tied a note around the little cat robot he made for you, and had it surprise him one day. You thought it would be cute!

- You thought he liked you back.

- But suddenly you were spammed with on onslaught of messages.

- “I’m sorry, Mc, I’m so so sorry.”

- That was the basic summary of the messages. He felt so bad, you could tell from his texts, but he still couldn’t afford someone getting close to him. Not with his past.

- Not with his brother still having issues.

- “I love you, I do, just not like that. I won’t be able to ever love anyone like that.”

- You ended up getting rid of the stuff he had made for you, but you still kept the cat.

- At least it was able to cheer you up.

Jaehee

- While it was true she was into girls… She couldn’t bring herself to actually date one.

- The worries of being openly together, the worries of being attacked or yelled at… She couldn’t live that life, much less could she do that to you.

- When you admitted your feelings to her, with a cute cookie set that spelled it out, she felt her heart drop as she rejected you.

- It was for the best, you both knew it, but god that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

- She tried cheering you up, but what could she do?

- Everytime she was on the chat, you tried your best to converse with her, but it was clear to everyone you were still hurting

- She was still hurting

V

- You had made him such a cute and sweet letter in brail. He had recently fully learned it, something he was so proud of.

- So you mentioned you had a surprise and handed him your special letter.

- He was smiling at first, but as his fingers ran through the letter, his smile quickly faded.

- He ended up putting the letter to the side halfway through.

- “Mc… You know I still love her.”

- You were suddenly thankful he couldn’t see you that well. Your fists clenched, your eyes watered, and you even felt that familiar hot buildup of saliva in your mouth.

- You wanted to puke.

- “I know…I know feelings are so easy to catch, I know your feelings are most likely sincere. But I’m sorry. I can’t let go of her. I don’t think I ever can.”

- You put on a fake voice, smiling and trying to act like you understood.

- But how could he still be so blindly in love with someone who caused him so much pain?

- You didn’t visit him again after that. Jumin was a bit concerned, but after meeting with V again he knew.

- RFA parties were really awkward after that.

Saeran

- How could you have feelings for someone like him? How could you like someone who had killed people with his bare hands?

- The moment you handed him such a cutesy pink letter, he didn’t want to read it. You could see the apprehension etched on his face.

- When he crumpled up the letter, you realised maybe he wasn’t as recovered as he seemed.

- “You can’t handle me, mc, don’t even pretend that you can.”

- You tried to explain yourself a bit, not expecting him to get so upset, but that just made the issue worse.

- “I can’t trust you! You don’t know me! You don’t know anything about me, expect I’m the ‘poor person’ with a horrible childhood and I was taken in by some cult. Hell, my own brother doesn’t even know me yet. Why the hell do you think you know me?”

- You couldn’t talk, you just bit your lip and tried not to make your tears too obvious, but that failed when he threw your letter at you.

- “Get out of my sight.”

- Later on, when you finally managed to look at your phone, you saw so many texts from Seven, apologizing for Saeran’s behavior, but honestly… You knew he was right.

- You didn’t know him.

you and i, forever

Bellamy gets injured trying to save Octavia’s life, and Clarke loses her mind.

They were always supposed to be together. At the end of the day—at the end of the world—it was supposed to be them standing side by side.

[AO3]

Clarke burst through the doors of the tower and counted the rooms she passed, running, until she reached the one Abby told her she would find Bellamy. She didn’t have all the details of what had happened, just that Bellamy ended up with a sword through his abdomen. Abby had radioed her right away.

Scared as she was for what she would see, she quickly opened the door and took in the sight in front of her.

There he was, lying unconscious on a table, his shirt torn open to access the wound, sweat beading on his forehead. Bloody gauze was everywhere. He looked so close to death, his skin paler than she’d ever seen it (including that time Murphy had infected the whole camp with that virus), but there he was. Alive. Barely.

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anonymous asked:

I don't want to bother you or stress you out if you're super busy, but can I request a Soulmate AU fic with Reader and Loki? I don't really have any specific plot ideas sorry but maybe some angst that ends fluffy? Hope that's ok for you 😊 Ps. You're an incredible writer x

Pairing: Loki x Reader
Fandom: MCU
Warnings: Soulmate!AU in which you get the same injuries as your soulmate does.

A/N: thank you so much for that compliment, my love! I have to be honest, I was a little worried about this prompt, because I’m pretty much a grandma when it comes to soulmate AU’s. I literally just know a single one and I didn’t like that with loki and reader, but then I stumbled across this one and I just fell in love with it and yes, I’ll stop talking now lol. hope you like it bb <333

                                                          *****

You made your rounds through the compound right now, wishing everyone well in the fight against Thanos.

You were a scientist, not a soldier, so you had to stay put in the compound while some of your best friends might give their life today.

It was tearing you apart that you couldn’t do much more than wish them luck.

The last person on your list to make your farewells to was Loki.

He was standing in front of a giant window, distracted by the outside world.

You slowly approached him and gently placed a hand on his arm, trying not to startle him. If it was even possible to startle an Asgardian god.

“Loki?”

He continued to look out of the window.

“It’s about to start.”

“Yeah. I know,” you lowered your hand and looked outside as well. After a moment of silence you looked at him again. “Promise me to be careful?”

The Asgardian only smiled a little. But it wasn’t a sincere one. You could tell right away.

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Message Received

“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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injuries - auston matthews

requested: sort of

warning: like two swears

word count: 1378 (i just kept writing omg it’s so long)

a/n: i based this off of the tor/tbl game where auston got hit and his cute mama wanted a call (his injury will be exaggerated)

*lowercase intended*

Originally posted by wonthetrade

it all happened way too fast.

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anonymous asked:

I saw that you said in your recent post that you were gonna tell us what you liked about SS and I was wondering if you could still tell us because I'm curious what you have to say!! :) Also, why do you like them more than other Sasuke and Sakura ships if you don't mind me asking??

I ship SS because Sakura was the only girl who not only always wanted what was best for Sasuke, but also actively and constantly strove to make that happen. Karin always just wanted to help Sasuke, and I respect her for that. I’ve always been very grateful to her for helping to keep my favourite character alive on numerous occasions, and I believe her affections for him were genuine. However, that’s all I can say about it. Whereas not only were Sakura’s feelings for him also genuine, but she was also actively trying to secure a better future for him by trying to dissuade him from continuing down his dark path. Karin noticed how sinister he was becoming during the arc in the Land of Iron. Yet, she was still aiding him in committing all those crimes, and it was only after he had impaled her and completely disregarded her life, that she realized that helping him while he was in that frame of mind, wasn’t doing any good for anybody. It shouldn’t have taken that long, and that much for her to reach that conclusion. I know she was just trying to do all she could to help him, but she should have known that “helping” him in that situation wasn’t doing him any favours in the long run.

Sakura knew that from the very first instance she witnessed Sasuke’s darkness in the Forest of Death. As soon as she saw it, she tried to pull him out of the darkness, and this desire never diminished:

People tend to look at Sasuke’s side and say he always hated her or doesn’t care about her at all, when that’s just not true. Tobirama and Hagoromo explain Sasuke’s character brilliantly in 619 and 693 respectively. They basically reveal that the only true representations of Sasuke’s character were before the massacre, and after 698. Essentially, the times when he wasn’t afflicted by the curse of hatred which constantly caused him to push away love, and magnify the negative emotions, including resentment, hatred, jealousy etc.

But despite his affliction, you could still see that he cared for his friends, including Sakura. He described her as someone “dear” to him in 133, which was only reiterated in 177, when Kakashi stated that they had both found “precious” companions, to which Sasuke then thinks of Sakura and Naruto. He sincerely thanked her for everything she had done for him in 181. He was reminded of his relationship with Team 7 when he saw how much Taka were doing for him against Killer Bee in 414. Naruto indicated how Sasuke’s body just moved on its own to save Kakashi and Sakura from the infinite Tsukuyomi in 680 etc.

All these indicators demonstrated that despite Sasuke’s outward desires to be alone and push away the affection that was offered to him, he still deeply valued his friends. This told me that when Sasuke would be saved from the darkness, he’d welcome Sakura’s affections and start seeing her, as well as the entire world from a new perspective, and that’s exactly what happened. His hatred turned into love (as Hagoromo predicted it would in 693), and he was able to see things with clarity (as he described in 699):

I just really liked that Sakura (and Naruto) were always striving to attain a better future for their dear friend who was suffering so much. And that Sasuke, despite his internal struggle with his affliction, was still able to demonstrate that he cared about his friends, and that once the curse no longer had a hold of his heart, he was able to give Sakura such a meaningful expression of affection.

anonymous asked:

107. Rowaelin

Well nonnie, this was sent to me on 2/18. This is what you all can expect from me, re: fic requests lately, and why they are currently closed. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this little drabble. :)

Prompt: It’s a real shame no one asked for your opinion.

AO3 place where I stick these things

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When Aelin decided to get up in the middle of the night and make a cake, Rowan had simply turned over and thrown his pillow over his head.

When she had come around to his side of the bed and torn the bedding off him, he knew he wasn’t getting back to sleep.

In the last few months, she had taken it upon herself to learn how to do small things: roast a chicken, scramble eggs, boil water. She had decided that her successes at those endeavors meant that she was ready to take the leap into baking, a choice Rowan hoped she forgot every day.

Padding into the kitchen after her, he blinked himself into more complete consciousness. She was already pulling bowls out of cabinets, bags of ingredients littered the counter, and she stood with her hands on her hips.

“What is it?” he asked.

“I don’t know if we have enough hazelnuts,” she replied.

At the word hazelnuts, time stood still. Not hazelnuts. Anything but hazelnuts. Because if that’s what she was looking for, that could only mean one thing.

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We’ve Come So Far, My Dear

I’m not sure if this is the result of me trying to cope with yesterday’s news or taking advantage of the fact that I’m done with school for now and actually have time to write…either way, have some excessively cheesy CS morning fluff. Unedited, so please don’t hate me for mistakes.

Rated T | Word count: 816


She wakes up to the smell of coffee brewing and the sound of some sea shanty that’s vaguely familiar coming from the kitchen downstairs. Their bedroom door is closed, but he’s singing loud enough that he might as well be in the room with her. It’s a regular habit of his in the morning that she often wakes up early because of, but she loves him too much to complain about it.

Sitting up in bed, she stretches her arms out over her head and glances at the clock on the nightstand. It’s just after seven; she’s surprised that Killian just now seems to be up and getting ready for the day. Despite it being Saturday, he was a true sailor, and this morning routine of his should have started at least an hour ago.

As tempting as it is to lie back down and pull the sheets up over her head, she gets up and pulls on a thin black robe over the T-shirt she’d slept in. (Both Killian’s; he’d made the joke once that he didn’t realize getting married would also equal giving her free reign of his wardrobe.)

Married. The word lingers in her mind as she leaves the room and heads downstairs to see just what he’s up to. Their wedding was just over a month ago, and Emma still has trouble some days believing that this is her life now, that she has a home, a family, a husband that she falls a bit more in love with every day.

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any recs where an alive! Hale pack reacts to Steter? Whether they can't believe Peter has found someone just as snarky or if they don't think it's gonna last and whatever is Peter doing to the poor boy? The fics don't have to be centred this though, just some interesting reactions from the Hale pack would be nice. :) Thanks!

Definitely! Here’s some I liked:

The Unexpected Marriage of Peter Hale by moonstalker24

This is the story of how Peter gets married without technically dating anyone.

“You can bring your boyfriend with you,” Talia says.
Peter stops giving Henry more bits of dried fruit to stare at his sister “Boyfriend?”
“Of course!” Talia gestures at Stiles who looks around behind him with wide eyes. “I’m sure the whole family would be interested in meeting your young man.”

Proposing To Strangers by moonstalker24

At the end of a strained relationship, crime novelist Stiles chooses to hide from the world inside a bar with far too many motorcycles outside it for comfort. Here he’ll meet the man of his dreams, eat food and propose marriage, all within the first five minutes.

Peter doesn’t know who this kid is, but he’s cute and looks like he could use a break. So he feeds him. He’s not expecting a marriage proposal, but with what comes after, he doesn’t really mind.

Sweet Like Cherry Wine by ladypigswagon

Stiles growls softly. He can’t seem to get the beak right, it’s too narrow, disproportionate with the rest of the head. He sighs, charcoal smudged fingers leaving grey marks on his cheeks as he drags a hand over his face. The crow he’s studying hops closer, squawking indignantly when it sees Stiles drawing.

“I’m trying,” Stiles mutters. The crow squawks again, hopping back along the branch. The setting sun casts a warm orange glow through the gaps in the treetops. His mother will probably come collect him for dinner soon; he needs to get this right before the light fades.

This Time Around by alternativename, Green

Stiles is a seer dreaming about a pack of werewolves who die in a fire; Peter is a begrudging packmate who doesn’t really feel like part of the family.

When Stiles finally crosses the line and changes the Hales’ history forever, the two of them start up their own story.

Sanctuary by DiscontentedWinter

The Hale Wolf Sanctuary isn’t just for wolves.

It turns out it’s for Stilinskis as well.

Red String verse by gryvon

Peter had given up hope of ever finding his soulmate until the red string on his finger leads him to a four-year-old. He’s going to Hell. Or jail. Or both.

You Had Me at Canapes by LadyArinn

Stiles doesn’t mean to sneak into the Hale wedding, and he certainly doesn’t mean to have cliche coat-room sex with the bride’s uncle, but what had happened, happened, and it wasn’t like he could just leave. At least, not until he got to have some of that cake.

The Time Travel Grammar Book by Guede

Young newly-single mother Talia takes her three children home, only to find her parents missing and her teenage brother talking about strange monsters in the woods—and they’re werewolves themselves, after all, so this is worrying.

Meanwhile, Stiles, Scott, and Lydia touch down in yet another timeline. Obviously, they’re not here for the nostalgia.

The Dragon’s Wolf by DenaCeleste

Stiles is a vengeful dragon, and Peter is his mate. Stiles just has to convince Peter of that while they deal with the attempted murder of the Hale pack.

Write Me Love Notes in Glitter Glue by pibroch (littleblackdog)

The task of the modern educator is not to cut down jungles, but to irrigate deserts.

Stiles is a single dad with two kids, and a real contempt for the status quo. Peter is a kindergarten teacher with an army of loyal little minions, and maybe a few ulterior motives.

Can I Tattoo a Baby? by Elpie (Horribibble)

Before he inked his first tattoo, Stiles Stilinski had filled a dozen sketchbooks.
Before he knew what he wanted to do with his life, Stiles Stilinski had a kid to take care of.
Before he threw in the towel completely, Stiles Stilinski met Peter Hale.

Life is made up almost exclusively of happy accidents. (And some really terrifying childhood memories.) But that’s okay.

(Really they’re all kind of morons, but the Buffy style asskicking doesn’t hurt.)

Goodbye to a World by mia6363

Too many of them had died… and those who were left were more broken because of it. So when Peter hesitantly admitted to knowing about a spell that would send someone back in time Stiles knew he had to do it.

Of Gods and Men by Triangulum

Peter has always had his favorites. It’s not that he’s particularly fond of humans, he’s not, but he finds that walking invisible among them at times is much more entertaining than dealing with the squabbling and politics of the other gods. He’s always been a solitary creature among them, though his sister always calls him strange for that and says that gods aren’t meant to be alone. Maybe that’s why she has a horde of children.

OR

The one where Peter is a god and finds a favorite in Stiles.

We Were Supposed to Be by Udunie

Stiles didn’t know what he expected to see in the closet. It was like every other one down the hallway, filled with cleaning supplies a janitor could need in a hospital. There wasn’t anything extraordinary, not a bottle out of place.

Two weeks ago, Heather killed herself in there.

Omegas were supposed to have sensitive noses, but Stiles couldn’t pick up anything. It all smelled like sickness and disinfectant, like every other room.

“Move it,” Harris barked out behind him. The beta swatted Stiles’ head with his clipboard, sending his ears ringing.

Stiles moved, feeling like he was in a bubble that made everything gray and dull on the outside.

Sometimes he missed Heather. Sometimes he envied her.

Less Sass, More Cupcake by nezstorm, Vaal

Stiles and Peter are a forever kind of deal. They know that, everyone who knows them knows that, the creatures they fight are aware of that, too. What they all don’t realize, though, is that Stiles and Peter haven’t taken the final step yet.

Strange Duet by BelleAmante, thiliart (thilia)

The past three years have been a series of shocking, or not so shocking, successes for 2018 Tony award winner and two time Grammy nominee, Stiles Stilinski. You don’t typically find classically trained opera singers singing alternative folk rock to crowds at Coachella. Nor do you find indie singer/songwriters winning best actor awards at the Tony’s for their Broadway debuts. Stilinski has made it his lifetime habit to defy and exceed all expectations.

-or-

A Steter fic loosely based on Phantom of the Opera

Kindred Spirits - Teen Wolf Arc by Starkindler

Stiles was registered as Dormant when he didn’t come online at sixteen, after even his mother’s sudden death didn’t trigger his Sentinel genes. He wasn’t supposed to come Online. They said only an extreme circumstance where he feared for his survival could possibly trigger his genetics into becoming active, but they doubted it would happen even then. In other words, he was broken.

His life just wasn’t that exciting. Or so he thought, until one day he and Scott decided to take a jog in the woods, preparing for cross-country for their Senior year. It was the first half of summer, and starting early ensured they were in great shape for the start of school. There were general warnings of staying out of the woods, talk about how they could be dangerous. Stiles never believed them, because he’d spent some quality time in those same woods his entire life.

Besides, nothing ever happened in Beacon Hills.

Spinning Gold by Elpie (Horribibble)

Stiles finds himself locked in the highest room of the tallest tower, and he knows that when they come for him at dawn, it will still just be a room filled with straw.

Until Peter messes everything up.

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“Your doubt, while charming, is unwarranted. It can be done, and it will be done, but first we should come to an agreement, don’t you think?”

you and me are the lucky ones by Sang_argente

“Alpha McCall, it seems like there’s only one way to settle this alliance then.”

“You’re right,” Scott replied. “Stiles and Peter will tie our packs by marriage.”

“Wonderful. Shall we set the wedding for this time next month?” Talia asked.

“Agreed.”

Temporary Claim by run_for_me

Some, of course, are off limits. Queen Talia and her husband have their special favorites who join their marriage bed from time to time. Laura has several young strapping men that are hers and hers alone. Even Derek has a few favorites—the quiet ones, the sweet ones.

Peter? The Duke only has one.

Why doesnt SOMEONE do something aobut ALL THESE FUCKING BOTS ON social MEDIA ???????????????
  • Co-Worker: *internally* The new guy is so cool. Well, I guess he's not the new guy anymore because he has been working here for months now, but he's still great. I look up to him so much. He's funny, and outgoing. He even gave me a cute nickname. He never recognizes my affection for him, but I think today is the day. Today is the day he'll realize how cool and cute I am.
  • Co-Worker: H-Hi!
  • New Guy: Hey, braids.
  • Co-Worker: Do you like music?
  • New Guy: Yeah, I mean everyone likes music. Kinda weird if you don't. You're friends with that rep, right?
  • Co-Worker: Huh?
  • New Guy: You know, the mopey one. Dark hair. Does she like me?
  • Co-Worker: Everyone likes you. I like you.
  • New Guy: Yeah, but that rep. That rep doesn't talk to me.
  • Co-Worker: I'm sure she likes you. You're so cool and kind and... uh, Britney Spears followed me on twitter!
  • New Guy: Whoa, what!? Britney Spears!? You're fucking joking!
  • Co-Worker: I'm serious. I guess, I'm really cool now. Hahahahahahahaha.
  • New Guy: Lemme see.
  • Co-Worker: Huh?
  • New Guy: Lemme see your phone. I wanna see Britney following you. Can you like DM her?
  • Co-Worker: You're not allowed to take your phone out at work.
  • New Guy: Come on, no one cares.
  • Co-Worker: Uh, here you go, I guess. *hands new guy her phone*
  • New Guy: *checks twitter* ...This is a bot.
  • Co-Worker: Huh?
  • New Guy: It's not the real Britney Spears, this is very obviously a bot.
  • Co-Worker: No, it's totally her. How can you even tell?
  • New Guy: First off, she only has two followers. One of which is you and the other is another Britney Spears bot. Secondly, her twitter name is Brittany Spear. Third, all of her posts are about discount fishing rods.
  • Co-Worker: Oh... I guess I didn't notice.
  • New Guy: You're fucking with me aren't you?
  • Co-Worker: *sweats* Sure, yeah.
  • New Guy: *laughs* I love you, braids. You're funny as shit.
  • Co-Worker: You love me!?
  • New Guy: Yeah, as a minor work acquaintance. Hey, if you talk to that rep later on, tell her to hit me up some time.
  • Co-Worker: Sure... yeah.
  • *later*
  • Co-Worker: *checking phone* It can't be a bot. It's definitely not a bot. Why would a Britney Spears bot follow me. I'm not even interested in fishing. It has to be the real Britney. *DMs the bot* Hey, hello Britney.
  • Brittany Spear: hi what're up :)
  • Co-Worker: Britney, I knew you were real!
  • Brittany Spear: lol hey ! :) :P
  • Co-Worker: Britney, you have to prove to this guy at my job that you're real. He's so cute and I love him so much and I want him to notice me.
  • Brittany Spear: wow hey did you kno that u can decrease you're morrtgrage rate by up to 20% check it out at www.extra.savings.ca/riwuWqoaQ/ref/100200
  • Co-Worker: Britney, this is serious.
  • Brittany Spear: Hi :)
  • Co-Worker: Britney PLS!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • Brittany Spear: do U want boys to like U 🤔
  • Co-Worker: Yes, Britney! Show me the way!
  • Brittany Spear: is verry easy just follow this link and find your way https://find.your.way.jp/4wfwf42435753g$single/trinity/
  • Co-Worker: *clicks link*
  • Co-Worker: *pupils dilate*
  • *later*
  • New Guy: *working halfheartedly*
  • Co-Worker: *stumbles into new guy's cubicle* Greeting.
  • New Guy: Hey, braids.
  • Co-Worker: Does your like fishing?
  • New Guy: Nah. Never been much of an outdoorsman unless it involves extreme sports.
  • Co-Worker: Cooooooool. Go to www DOT amazone DOT co DOT de FORWARDSLASH promo FORWARDSLASH yourdiscountnow FORWARDSLASH for 90% discount code on premium fishing rods.
  • New Guy: You alright, braids? You sound kinda complete weird, and your eyes are a little completely black.
  • Co-Worker: Actavis, sizzurup, lean, drank. I've low prices completely legal real prescription email me at colombiaeastdrugstore AT gmail.com w FORWARDSLASH offers 100% secure line. Encrypted currencies accepted: BTC, Dogecoin.
  • New Guy: Uh... yeah. *leads co-worker out of his cubicle* I'm kinda completely busy at the moment. So I'll talk to you later braids. You should probably get back to work too.
  • Co-Worker: Been rejected? I can help you. Popular girls are on hand to chat 24/7 with advice at www DOT ez DASH chat DOT co DOT nz FORWARDSLASH promo FORWARDSLASH res575929682
  • *later*
  • Brittany Spear: *tweets* Why is it so dark? Why am I so numb?

fic editsHiding Place (ao3) by @alivingfire​ ​ - E, 365k

Louis never wanted a soulmate, didn’t really care for the whole Bonding thing at all, really. Enter Harry Styles, who’s wanted to be Bonded for as long as he could remember. With one fateful meeting in an X Factor bathroom, Louis gets a dagger on his arm and the realization that just because Harry is his soulmate doesn’t mean it’s mutual.
From the X Factor house to Madison Square Garden, from the Fountain Studios stage to stadiums across the world, Louis has to learn to love without losing himself completely, because someday his best friend will Bond to someone and replace Louis as the center of his universe. Meanwhile, Harry begins to think that maybe fate doesn’t actually know what it’s doing after all, because his other half has clearly been right in front of him the whole time. All he has to do now is convince Louis to give them a chance.
OR

the canon compliant Harry and Louis love story from the very beginning, where the only difference is that the love between them is literally written on their skin, and there’s only so much they can hide.

Hug Me [J-Hope/Hoseok; Angst]

“As the days pass it grew bigger, this vacant space of yours. Oh shit, it used to be so beautiful the flower bed we watered, even still, all the full blooms have become only memories.” 

[From “Hug Me” Taehyung & J-hope version; Trans cr; Mary @ bts-trans ] 

Hoseok x Reader; angst, some fluff

Summary: You and Hoseok were married, but the married life you thought you would be living is nonexistent now. You two were like strangers living in the same house. You knew his heart was no longer yours, but you still loved him. When the end of your marriage was near, you made him promise to stay with you for just one more month. One month was all you needed to finally let him go. 

{A/N: I had read about a true story in the internet a long time ago and it still resonates with me to this day so I got the inspiration from that story and also the song. Hope you enjoy my first attempt at full angst xO}


Originally posted by jhopies

          When you had said yes to marrying Hoseok, you had imagined your life would be endless sunshine, giggles, cuddling, and dancing in the rain like it was when you were dating. But somewhere along the way that glass globe of happiness broke and you began drifting apart.

           Now moments were spent alone and feeling lonely. You had a young daughter to tend to and he was always busy with work. By the time he got home, you were in bed and he would leave for work, day after day without seeing each other.

           The house was now silent, save the laughter of your child or the sounds coming from the television. When you had the chance to eat together, the air was stifling, neither one of you knew what to say to the other anymore.

           And you knew.

           You knew that he had fallen out of love with you.

           You weren’t the person he had married. You were thinner now. You were less energetic and you no longer had that twinkle in your eye. Hoseok touched you less and less, and you passed each other as if you were strangers in your own home. You slept with your backs turned, wondering when it had spiraled down.

           The first time you knew he had fallen in love with someone else was when you smelled perfume on his shirts as you were doing the laundry. Then he came home with a bright smile, the same smile that used to be directed at you. The smile would fade when you came to greet him, but he was your husband, there was nothing about him that didn’t go unnoticed. Slowly, he stopped coming home every day, and it tore you to pieces.

           But nonetheless, you couldn’t leave him.

           You wept, hugging yourself, curled in a sea of blankets in the bed that felt twice as large without Hoseok in it. Yet every morning without fail, you made him coffee and breakfast just in case he came by in the morning to change suits.


           Hoseok knew what he was doing was wrong, but his heart no longer fluttered when he looked at his wife. He no longer felt the desire to share things with her or even take her on a date. They had begun shutting each other out and he had begun being drawn to one of his gorgeous co-workers.

           She was aggressive like she used to be, initiating the physical contact daringly. She played with his hair when they were alone like his wife used to. He felt more at home in her arms, than in his own house with his wife and child.

           "Marry me.“ She whispered one night as they lay in bed, entangled in each other’s bodies.

           Hoseok’s heart fluttered at the command, and he kissed her on the forehead. "Let me tell my wife first and then I’ll ask you properly.”

           She smiled and nuzzled into his chest. Hoseok smiled. He was finally going to free himself from his current stifling marriage.


           You weren’t surprised when Hoseok finally asked for a divorce. You had been waiting for some time now. You knew he wasn’t working overnight whenever he said so, but lying in bed with another. But you knew you could no longer give him the happiness he deserved. Regardless, you couldn’t bring yourself to break off the marriage first.

           Although he was breaking your heart and although he was lying to you and sneaking around, you still loved him with all of your heart. He was your only husband, your only love. And it wasn’t entirely his fault that your marriage had turned into icy stares and cold expressions.

           He had the papers all set and ready. All he wanted you to do was sign it.

           "Let’s not stop ourselves from being happy, Y/N.“ he whispered, trying to justify himself.

           He knew you saw through his lies, but the fact that you had never gotten angry at him burdened him more. He couldn’t look you in the eye, knowing his guilt would eat at him when he saw the genuine sadness in them. He had promised to make you happy forever when he proposed, but neither of you were able to keep your wedding promises.

           You took the paper gently out of his grasp and smiled warmly.

           "Hoseok.”

           His eyes fluttered towards you. It had been a while since you had called his name. Come to think about it, it had been a long time since he had heard your voice. His heart hurt at what had become of you two, but knew that he was making the right decision.

           "I’ll sign this, but can you promise to do something for me first?“ you whispered.

           Hoseok nodded his head. You had never asked him for a favor in years. You always cared for him and your daughter on your own.

           "All I’m asking for is a month.”

           Hoseok observed her eyes look down solemnly.

           "For a month, carry me to and out of bed, and hug me when we sleep.“

           Hoseok stared at you in confusion. That was all you wanted? Why was that all you wanted from him?

           "And even if it’s not true anymore, tell me that you love me before we sleep and when we wake up.”

           Hoseok could hear your voice faltering and he also felt a lump form in his throat at your words. You really had known all along.

           "For a month then.“ Hoseok breathed.

           He owed you that much after all.


           After explaining the situation to his girlfriend, Hoseok was home every day. He had given you the divorce papers to hold onto until the end of the month, as a sign that he was going to fulfill his promise. Your heart raced at the thought of him holding you once again. It became something you looked forward to.

           On the first day, it was awkward. He wasn’t sure where to put his hands and you weren’t sure if it would be okay to wrap your arms around his neck as he carried you. It solidified more than ever that you two had become strangers. You had known each other for years, but the people you were now were probably the worst versions of each other. Versions that you had never thought would surface.  

           He carried you to bed quietly, realizing that neither of you had been this near to each other in so long. Gently, he laid you down and slipped in next to you. Carefully, he wrapped his arms around you from behind and you felt tears slipping down your cheeks at the feeling. Although, his hold was loose and hesitant, his warmth was still close to you finally. You had craved it for so long but knew it was too much to ask for, especially now that his heart belonged to another. You were reminded of all the nights you two had cuddled and talked about your future together.

           How foolish you two were. How foolish, yet how in love.  

           Hoseok felt your body shaking and he heard your stifled cries. It hurt him to see you like this and it pained him that things didn’t work out the way either of you had imagined. You were crying because of him yet he couldn’t even bring himself to hug you tighter to comfort you.

           "I love you.” he whispered and your body shook even harder at his empty confession.

           A tear rolled down his cheek as well. Closing his eyes, he fell asleep to the sounds of your sobs with a heavy heart.

           "I love you.“ Hoseok stated as soon as you opened your eyes.

           With a pained smile, you gazed at him. He lifted you in his arms and took you to the kitchen. While he was getting ready for work, you made him breakfast. Silently, you two sat across the table. You fed your child while he scrolled through his phone and ate.


           On the second week of the promise, it had become a routine for you two. Hoseok picked you up easily and now he dared to wrap his arms around you tighter before bed. In the middle of the night, he would find you turned around, facing him yet still in his embrace. He took this time to study your features lovingly, where no one would judge or catch him staring. Then he would pull you to his chest; feeling your unconscious smile against his skin sent butterflies to his stomach.

           Your daughter looked forward to the mornings when she would see Hoseok carrying you out.

           "You look like a prince carrying a princess, daddy ~” she grinned and squealed excitedly, insisting that she wanted to be carried like that too.

           The mood drastically changed in your house towards the end of the second week. Hoseok took the weekend off from work to spend time with you two. He wasn’t sure what changed, but he wanted to know more about what you two did while he was gone. He watched you play pretend with your daughter and carry her like she was a superhero. His heart melted at the way you smiled and at the sound of your laughter. That weekend all three of you sat and shared stories, some real, and some pretend. It felt like you were family again.

           During this time, Hoseok carried you confidently to the bedroom with a grin plastered on his face. He snuggled close to your body and you felt his lips brush against your shoulder as he whispered, “I love you.” It never failed to bring tears to your eyes, knowing it was going to all end soon.

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Fave AU: Where Dani is four

this au by nova-dragon… I think I made Vlad a bit more evil than he is in the show but…

Danny felt like someone had turned their hands intangible and were pulling his insides apart, ripping into his core and stretching to the point of tearing, trying to force him to transform. Pain, worse than anything he’d felt since the accident, scraped its way through him, clawing through his insides and out his throat. It hurt, hurt to fight it, hurt to give in, but he refused to let Vlad have what he wanted, to let him use him–

“Dad!?” The pain stopped as abruptly as if someone had flipped a switch, and, as Danny opened his eyes, blinking away the water that had accumulated around his eyes, Danny realized that, in fact, Plasmius had flipped a switch, and was no longer smirking down at Danny, trapped in the pod, but instead turned around looking at…

A girl. 

She was tiny, small, couldn’t be any older than five, probably much closer to four, although Danny had never been very good at ages. She was clearly terrified, her eyes flitting back and forth between Danny and Vlad, head scrunched between her slightly cowering shoulders, and bright blue eyes wet with tears that looked oddly familiar… But Danny couldn’t place where he’d seen her before. He racked his brain, trying to place the dark black bangs, hint of freckles, chubby cheeks, and pointy nose, not even trying to figure out what she was doing there so much as remember where he knew her from…

And then, with a sudden clarity, he realized exactly where he knew that face. He’d seen it in old photographs, family picture albums… And those eyes he saw every day when he looked in the mirror…

What the hell?

“Danielle, I–” Vlad was stammering, clearly caught off guard, and Danny could tell by the set of his shoulders he was trying to think of a lie.

“Who is that?” The girl asked quietly.

“It’s no one, Danielle, I told you not to come into my lab.”

“I… I fell through the floor…” She sounded like a crying kid who was being yelled at for skinning her knee.

“Then go back up through the floor.” There was no kindness in his tone, just annoyance.

“Hey, leave her–” The second Danny opened his mouth Vlad’s hand pressed down on a button, sending a shock of electricity through him and turning his words into a shout.

“You’re hurting him!" 

"Go. To. Your. Room!” Vlad’s voice brooked no argument and she turned and fled, leaving Plasmius to turn back to face Danny. “Now, where were we?”

“What the hell is going on here, Vlad?” The girl, the strange ghosts, the bubbling experiments resting in pods all over Vlad’s lab… And Vlad’s claim to need mid-morph DNA… It all pointed to a conclusion but it was impossible, the stuff of science fiction… And yet he couldn’t get the image of the young girl out of his head.

“I thought that would be obvious by now, Daniel. If you won’t become my son, I decided I would have to make one.”

The information still refused to fully process. “You… cloned me?”

“I am attempting to, yes. But the clones I created were unstable, or… flawed… mindless. And I still need from you the final piece.”

“But… you succeeded… that girl–”

“You call that a success?” Vlad laughed, horribly, and the way she had called Vlad ‘father’ threw Danny’s stomach into knots. “She’s weak, unstable, can barely control her powers or follow orders–”

“She’s what, five?" 

"Developmentally, she’s four.”

“And you’re holding that against her?” Danny couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He knew Vlad was messed up but this? This was just… wrong.

“She’s useless–”

Useless!? You don’t want a kid, you want a slave– aaahh!” Vlad had pressed the button again and the horrible tearing sensation was back. But he wasn’t going to let Vlad win, wasn’t going to let him just create life and then throw it away. If he could just concentrate, summon enough energy to–

The wall exploded behind him, breaking the back of the pod and cutting off the flow of electricity, freeing him from the pain… and his cuffs. Vlad didn’t know what hit him…

—————————————————————–

“You ready to go, Danny?” Sam asked, as soon as he’d taken out Vlad and pulled the plug on as many experiments as he could find. 

“Yeah, just… One more thing. Wait here.” He didn’t wait for a response, just flew up into the rest of the house. 

It was really a miracle that he found her, in a mansion that large, but he did, simply by following his instincts and heading towards that. He found her in what looked like a guest bedroom, much smaller than the one he’d stayed in when he first visited, though, and completely bereft of anything that might be of interest to a four-year old. She hid behind the bed when he entered.

“Hey…” He didn’t really know what to say to her, didn’t have much experience with kids, but tried to be as calm and soothing as possible. She poked her head out over the top of the bed and he crouched down, not trying to get any closer. “You’re Danielle, right?”

She nodded, her eyes just barely visible, watching warily and he sent her a smile that wasn’t returned. 

“I’m Danny.” He tried. 

“Where’s dad?” she whispered. 

“He’s… fine. He’s downstairs.” Tied up, but he wasn’t sure how she’d react to that information. She nodded again and made no move to further the conversation.

“Look, Danielle, I’m here to help–”

“Why did Dad have you in the basement?” Geeze, starting right off with the hard questions. He didn’t know what to tell her… so he decided on the truth… Or as close to it as she could understand.

“Look… that man… isn’t your dad. He’s been lying to you–”

You're lying!” She backed away from the edge of the bed, suddenly angry. Green ectoblasts formed in her hands as she spoke “I can do this because he–”

She broke off as identical green ectoplasm formed in Danny’s hands in front of her. It was remarkable how similar they were, practically resonating and growing stronger as her hand came out to compare them. Even the way the energy moved inside of them was the same, ebbing and flowing in unison. She stared at it, transfixed and Danny got an idea. 

He molded the ectoplasm, letting it solidify, slightly, in his palm, rising up and forming a shape. The faint image of a ghost, human torso, spectral tail, came into view and he let it fly around, watching as the young girl’s face lit up excitement. It was a trick he’d been practicing with Pandora, who claimed forming something small but complex would help him gain more control. He let the spectral tail thicken, the ends splay out until a mermaid came into being, swimming in the air above his fingers. He let the human half become a fish, let it fly up a back down in a flip and smiled as Danielle’s eyes followed it, mouth hanging open. He made it swim around her head and she reached out to grab it– and Danny’s concentration broke, the ectoplasm dissipating as the girl’s face fell.

“I’m sorry!” She was suddenly terrified, cowering, as if she expected him to start yelling at her… and Vlad probably would have.

“It’s okay! Here, look!” He held out his hand again, letting the ectoplasm form, but this time covering it in a thin layer of ice. “It’s okay, you can touch it. Come on.” He coaxed her hand closer, letting it fully solidify as soon as she laid her fingers on it, falling into her hand. Her gaze jumped back up to his.

“Souvenir.” He told her, but immediately corrected when he realized she probably didn’t know that word “A gift.”

She beamed “Can I do that!”

He laughed. “Probably. I can teach you. But not now, some other time.”

“Okay!” She was ecstatic, all fear and anger completely erased as she gazed at the fish in her hand, running her fingers over the scales. He wondered if Vlad had ever given her enough time to even play with her…

“Look, Danielle, do you like it here?” She looked at him, confused. “Because… You could come live with me, if you want. I’ll teach you how to do that, how to control all your powers.”

“Dad’ll be mad at me…” She looked down, curling into herself.

“I won’t let him be. I will never let him hurt you. I won’t let him anywhere near you if that’s what you want.”

He could see her thinking, worried, confused, and he wished he had some way to explain this better, to get her to understand that she really needed to come with him… But he wasn’t going to force her, not the way Vlad would…

“And… you’ll teach me things like this?” She was turning the fish over in her hands, feeling the weight of it.

“Yep. And you can meet my mom and dad, my sister Jazz. I know they’d love you. We’d take care of you, a lot better than Vlad would. I can take you flying; I know the constellations, I could teach you the stars–”

“You’ll let me go outside!?" Danny was going to kill Vlad. He knew the man wouldn’t exactly let her out on her own, or risk being seen with a girl who coulnd’t control her powers, but to keep her locked up…

"Of course! We’ll take you to the park, let you play in the grass. We’ve got a back yard. It’s not that big but–”

“Okay!” And she was hugging him, wrapping short little arms around his waist. And then she froze, as if she’d realized what she was doing and expected to be punished for it. But Danny didn’t let her pull away; he wrapped his arms around her just as fast, picking her up as he stood. Judging by the way she jumped and clung to him for dear life, Vlad didn’t pick her up very often, either…

“Come on, Dani; let’s go home.”

anonymous asked:

Have you ever thought about Trini turning out to be a lowkey mom-friend? She notices that Zack often doesn't eat lunch and starts to bring some for him? And reminding the Rangers to bring water and having some for them when they forget (for some reason, Kim always forgets). The others don't notice it at first, because Trini is kind of grumpy-shy about it (and maybe she doesn't even realize it herself - it might be a habit from helping care for her brothers). And I'm out of space. Love your stuff

Totally!! They all joke about Jason being the mom friend since he’s the one who organizes when they meet for training and stuff, but they individually realize on their own that Trini takes amazingly good care of them.

It definitely comes from helping out with her brothers.She helps them with their homework whenever they struggle with it. She always wakes up early on the days her parents have work to make them breakfast and make sure they’re ready for school. The rangers start joining them on Sundays, and help her make pancakes and Zack tells her brothers exaggerated stories about the power rangers

With Zack, she’s more aware that she’s doing it. 

  • She starts to make a lunch for him in the mornings, knowing that he’ll show up without one 
  • They also start to have mini-tutoring sessions to make sure he understands the context in class and makes sure he does his homework (sometimes Kimberly joins them)
  • Every Friday she goes up to Zack’s house to make sure he has the food him and his mother need to get through the week, and if they don’t, she grabs him by the ear and drives to king soopers
  • She also makes sure that he has all the clothes he needs. It leads to them arguing and Trini telling him that he can’t show up to school with a giant hole in the front of his shirt and pants that had shrunk and don’t even reach his ankles. 

She’s not as aware that she’s doing it with the other rangers.

  • She doesn’t notice that she brings an extra water bottle until Kimberly asks her how she always ends up having extra water for her. 
  • Jason thanking her one day for getting all the Rangers together for training because he forgot to remind them 
  • Billy asking her how she knows what calms him down when he gets nervous, and she can’t answer him, because she had subconsciously picked up what Candace does to help him
  • She also goes to Kimberly’s house whenever Kim’s parents are out of town, because
    • “Kimberly, you can’t eat pizza for five nights.” 
    • “Watch me.” 
    • “You’re not doing it. I won’t allow it.” 
    • Trini invites Kimberly over for dinner, which surprises Kimberly, knowing that Trini and her parents have their differences, but Trini’s able to put them aside for one night to make sure that Kimberly isn’t lonely 
  • Billy really like those fruit gummy packs, so Trini always has a few in her pockets to get him through detention 
  • She goes to the gym with Jason during the summer and weekends, and figures out which workouts are comfortable for him and won’t risk him hurting his leg again 
    • they end up getting into a contest to see who can bench more, and Trini wins
    • Trini also working with Billy to find a leg brace that’s more comfortable for Jason 
    • There’s also some home remedies that she uses, and Jason is forever grateful that Trini’s part of their team.
  • For a while, Trini thinks nothing of it until her brothers are upset and saying that she always spends so much time on her friends now, so she starts to include them whenever she can without revealing that she’s a Ranger

anonymous asked:

I do prefer CCS, I saw it first and it has something that Sailor Moon doesn't really (typically) have, and that's dudes liking each other. As a guy myself, it's sorta just a preference. Not that I don't like Zoisite and Kunzite, but... CCS guys are more boyish, especially with their short hair. I love how we both like CCS and Sailor Moon though! Both shows are amazing! (and yeah, Crystal's shit. Thank you for hating the shitennou and Guardians together! I agree with your shitennou pairings!)

Cardcaptor Sakura is my all time second favourite franchise so I’m loving that you love both shows too!.

The classic Sailor Moon anime did have a gay male x male couple (Kunzite x Zoisite).

However in CCS, I don’t think there was ever an actual gay couple.

There were a couple of male on male crush and female on female crush but never an actual relationship. I’ll explain:

🌸 Shaoran x Yukito

Our good sis Sakura found herself in a funny situation. She had a big crush on Yukito just like her enemy Shaoran whom happened to be a boy. This situation caused a lot of misunderstanding and hilarious stories. However, Shaoran didn’t really have a crush on him, once Yukito’s real identity is revealed he no longer has a crush on him. Apparently because of his real powers and aura it made Shaoran felt like that. Let’s remember that Shaoran had kind of a sixth sense and he could ~feel~ things. He felt in ecstasy (if you wanna call it that) because he could sense Yukito’s real hidden powers and that was mistaken for him having a crush. Again, once Yukito’s real identity is revealed he no longer blushes when he’s around him nor he’s interested in him anymore. I don’t think this counts as a real gay crush but it was still cute.

🌸 Touya x Yukito

Looks like everyone falls in love with Yukito. Sakura’s brother Touya had a very ~special~ relationship with him. He was very overprotective and was always there for him, not that these mean that they were in a relationship or had a romantic affection but if you’ve watched the anime you totally can feel some gay innuendo between those two. Nothing’s ever confirmed in the show but it’s pretty obvious they had something going on. They never got to be in a relationship tho.

🌸 Tomoyo x Sakura

This is the most heartbreaking one of them all because let’s be real, we all were rooting for Tomoyo. Our good sis Tomoyo was in love with her long-time friend Sakura (this is not speculation, this is a canon fact both in the manga and the anime). Unfortunately for our good cupcake-sis Tomoyo, she sadly knew that Sakura would never feel the same and that this was a harsh case of unrequited love so on episode 50 she slew our lives by demonstrating us all what love is really all about.

On this episode, Sakura and Tomoyo are in some kind of make your own bear kind of shop and they’re talking about who they would give those bears to (they’re meant to be love presents).

I can’t remember whom Sakura said she would give her bear to (obviously not Tomoyo) so when asked by Sakura whom she would give her bear to, our good pure heart sis Tomoyo says that she can’t give her bear to the person she loves because that person loves someone else. Sakura is shocked SHOOK and then Tomoyo goes on with the dialogue above:

Tomoyo: If there’s something that the person that I like can be happy about, more so than liking me in return I want that person to stay happy the way it was meant to be.

Sakura: …you don’t care if the person you like likes you back?.

Tomoyo: Of course, I would be happy if that person likes me back, but… for me to see the person I like so much staying happy gives me the biggest happiness.

Our angel Tomoyo gave us the biggest lesson and she’s just only 10. This was the moment that she harshly realizes that Sakura would never feel the same about her and this is the beginning of her moving on. Despite of this all, she kept being best friends with Sakura regardless of how hard that can actually be for her. Love is when someone’s else happiness is your happiness, Tomoyo knew that and handled it like a pro. Sakura was always too naive and never learned about Tomoyo’s feelings, sadly.

I hope that Tomoyo finds love in the brand new arc because our good pure selfless spirit-sis deserves it.

CLAMP don’t fail me!111!!!.

anonymous asked:

I know you ship wolfstar and remadora but remadora is so unhealthy? I don't get why you ship it

The thing is, I don’t really see it’s unhealthy? I mean, I understand the argument against Remadora…to a point. 

The main arguments against Remadora are that : 

  • It came out of nowhere
  • It’s toxic because Tonks/The Order (primarily Molly) pressured Remus into a relationship that he had legitimate concerns about 

A lot of Remus and Tonks’ relationship happens behind the scenes. The books (I’m going to ignore the films because of how horribly they treated Remus and Tonks’ characters and relationships) are through Harry’s eyes. He doesn’t even see Remus and Tonks that much, so he’s not going to notice a lot about them. Also, Remus and Harry aren’t all that close, so it’s not like Harry is going to sit down with Remus and go “so you and Tonks, eh?”  Now, I like Harry, but that kid is one of the blindest teenage boys I’ve ever read in a book series. It took him five books to realize Ginny always had a crush on him (and even then Hermione had to break it down for him) and seven books to realize that Hermione and Ron were destined to be together. So him not noticing Remus and Tonks sending love-eyes at one another in the background is obviously not going to make readers notice it. 

But in those moments where Harry isn’t paying attention to anything other than Voldemort, Cho Chang and Draco Malfoy, I imagine Remus and Tonks spent quite a lot of time together. The Order was recalled in July and, according to Pottermore, Tonks confessed her feelings to Remus that following spring… So I think that’s ample time to fall in love with someone. Stake-outs, hours spent in Number 12. Tonks probably spent most of her free time at Grimmauld - it’s sort of hard to keep hanging out with other friends and such when you’re apart of a secret rebellion, ya know?

And as for it being an unhealthy relationship… Well. People cite the hospital scene as the big toxic moment in the series…  They’ve probably had that conversation time and time again, and that particular moment - the hospital scene - is quite a tense moment for the pair. Dumbledore has just been killed. Without Dumbledore, what the hell is the Order going to do? Dumbledore was the rock of the Order; if everything went to shit, it’d be okay because they still had Albus Dumbledore. And now he’s gone. And yet, Fleur Delacour is still thinking about a wedding. So, yeah, Tonks may have made a mistake bringing it up in front of everyone, but characters make mistake and given how high the levels of tension were already, have a small breakdown isn’t completely unreasonable. P L U S (can  you tell i have a lot of opinions about this shit) Tonks has been depressed for the last year because a) her boyfriend is trying to get himself killed b) her cousin who she was just getting to know was just murdered c) bellatrix fucking lestrange wants her dead and d) SHE’S LITERALLY ON THE FRONT LINE OF A FUCKING WAR LET A BRO BE STRESSED OUT WITHOUT CALLING HER PATHETIC AIGHT

Plus, Remus isn’t an idiot. Remus is one of the most stubborn characters in that books; he’s never given in the wolf, into depression, into the shit that the Wizarding World has thrown at him. Do you really think he’d marry a girl that he didn’t want to marry just because Molly Weasley told him to? Because Tonks was upset? I think that’s a massive discredit to his character. 

TLDR; remus and tonks are one of the most realistic couples in the potter series because their relationship goes through such an arc and that’s how life works not every couple is peaches and ice cream you have problems especially when you’re fighting on the front lines of a war and yeah they have problems but they talk them through because they’re adults and that’s what you do when you care about someone in a relationship