i'm sorry it took me so long to respond to this anon

anonymous asked:

Can I request RFA + saeran reacting to a MC self harming like how they would find out and react (sorry if this makes you uncomfortable and you don't want to this) I'm currently almost a year clean!

Well done, anon! That’s a brilliant achievement ^^. I’m over 2 years clean now and currently feel really positive in myself. I really hope I wrote these alright because everyone self-harms for different reasons and feels differently about it. I tried to sort of generalise it and I’ll put a trigger warning here that there are mentions of self harm and blood (Not detailed, though) ~H x

RFA with an MC that self harms


-He saw it by accident one day at school
-You were both in science, doing an experiment involving water
-The water had splashed on your sleeve and Yoosung had kindly offered to dry it off
-You didn’t expect him to pull your sleeve up, though
-He saw the scars on your arm and gasped in shock, quickly pulling the sleeve back down so that no-one else sees
-You looked down in shame
-Yoosung was never meant to see that
-“I’m… sorry,” you apologised.
-“You’re coming to mine after school, right? I really want to talk to you. Why are you sorry?” Yoosung responded.
-“I thought you’d be upset with me. Or disappointed,” you explained.
-Instead of answering, Yoosung pulls you into a big hug as you try not to cry
-At Yoosung’s after school he asks you when it started and why it started
-You’re reluctant to tell him but he eventually has you in tears, spilling out the full story of when you started with depression
-All throughout, Yoosung hugs you close to him, rocking you and stroking your hair
-“You’ve been through so much, MC,” Yoosung said after you’ve finished, “I’m so proud of how strong you’ve been. But please- it breaks my heart to think that the most wonderful, most beautiful person I know would harm herself because she thinks she isn’t good enough.”
-You nod. You understand how he feels and you wish it was as simple to stop
-But Yoosung went through a rough enough time after hearing that Rika was mentally ill
-So now that he knows what you’ve been suffering with, he’s not letting the same thing happen to his precious girlfriend. He wants to get you professional help.
-And if you think he’ll be too shy and won’t
-Think again
-Because this boy loves you


-After a while of dating, he noticed that you always wore long sleeved tops
-One day, it was absolutely boiling outside but you wouldn’t take your jumper off
-Even though you feel like you’re going to be fried alive
-“Babe, just take your jumper off! You look like you’re boiling,” Zen tried to persuade you.
-Your sudden, “NO!” is all it takes for him to confirm the worry he’s had for a while
-“MC, please will you show me your arms,” he asked seriously as he reached across the table to you and held your wrists.
-You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head
-Not today. You can’t let him see. He’ll think you’re a failure
-“MC,” he said so sternly that you jump in shock
-As you jump, his hands accidentally slide up your arms and scrape a recent cut
-You yelp in surprise
-And he doesn’t allow you to pull your sleeve back down
-When you face him, you’re expecting some sort of emotion but you didn’t know what
-What you certainly didn’t expect was tears
-“How long?” he asked quietly, maintaining eye contact and making you want to shrivel up in yourself
-“A while. Since before I knew you,” you responded, making him know that he had nothing to do with the mental illness you’d be struggling with for ages.
-“Does anyone know?” Zen asked.
-You shook your head.
-“MC, I want you to look into my eyes and tell me that you want to hurt me in the same way you hurt yourself,” he said sternly.
-“But I can’t- I don’t- I love you!” you argued, wondering how he could suggest such a thing.
-“The fact that I now know you did this gives me exactly that pain. Imagine how I feel to know that you would suffer through this alone, without telling anyone, hurting yourself in such a way,” Zen sighed, holding your hands tightly.
-You don’t know what to say. You’re not good enough. Surely he knows this
-“Please- we already lost Rika- we can’t lose you. I can’t lose you. Not after everything we’ve been through,” Zen cried, now fully letting tears stream down his face.
-“I’m sorry,” you whispered, “I’m disappointing you.”
-“No!” Zen immediately interrupts, “I’m just worried about you because I want you to be well. Please let me take you to see someone. They can help you.”
-You didn’t want to see anyone- that’s why you hadn’t
-But if Zen was hurting, you’d at least give it a go
-“Ok,” you agreed as Zen pulled you into his chest.
-At least you had something to live for- your wonderful boyfriend
-Did anyone notice the quote I kind of took from Phil? It’s so beautiful


-Mama Baehee sees and knows all
-She realised practically immediately
-Because she literally forced you to take your jacket off when you came to her house
-You were really worried how she’d react and if she’d realise you weren’t the support she needed and ditch you
-Instead, she ordered you to sit and talk
-“You can say what you like to try and get out of it, MC, but you aren’t leaving until I have the truth,” she insisted.
-So you cried and told Jaehee everything
-“What I think you need is someone there to promise you that they’ll always be with you and help you to believe in yourself,” Jaehee seemed to analyse.
-But then she shuffled closer to you and hugged you
-“MC, will you let me be that friend? Can I help you?” she asked, to your surprise.
-You were already crying too much so you just nodded
-So Jaehee smiled and started to cry too
-She looked so cute crying but you didn’t deserve her
-In fact, you wondered how many times you’d drawn a line of your own blood because you were ashamed of your sexuality
-But with Jaehee hugging you so tightly and promising to be there for you, you allowed yourself to imagine what a world with good things in for you could be like
-What if Jaehee did like you back?
-Oh if only you knew
-If only you knew how much it broke her heart to see that you’d caused yourself pain
-Jaehee wondered if it was her fault for not being a good enough friend
-It’s not, Baehee, you’re perfect and we love you


-It was whilst you were still ‘trapped’ in his penthouse that he found out
-He thought you were about to leave
-So he grabbed your arm to stop you escaping
-You know the Visual Novel I’m on about, right?
-And you accidentally let out a yelp of pain
-He let go go your arm and saw blood seeping through the fabric
-Forget whatever he was about to tell you- you were injured
-“MC, what happened? I didn’t- I didn’t hurt you did I?” Jumin panicked.
-“No- it’s not you. I’m fine,” you lied.
-He wasn’t about to let you pretend you weren’t hurt
-So he rolled your sleeves up
-And saw the lines on your arms
-And broke down
-“MC- I- Why- Why would you do this to yourself?” he asked, practically in tears.
-You just hung your head, not answering
-“It’s not me, is it?” Jumin asked with his eyes wide, “Am I trapping you? Is that why? Please- I’ll let you go immediately.”
-At this point you’re pretty sure he’d leaked a few tears
-“No,” you said calmly, “It was way before I met you that I started.”
-“How could someone as kind and beautiful and perfect as you do something like that to your body?” he asked.
-“I’m not perfect or beautiful in any way. I’m messed up. Really messed up. I just wanted to try and help you,” you explained.
-“And you are doing. So now I need to help you,” Jumin said sternly.
-You looked up at him
-And started crying
-So he cried too
-Jumin decided to envelope you in a hug
-So you just cried into his chest, feeling safe
-Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to stay at his penthouse forever
-When Elizabeth was around, Jumin promised himself that he’d force you to see the best counsellor in the world


-He found out just after you’d started living in his house
-He’d told you he had something to fix on his computer but you were having a really bad day
-So to you, that just seemed like an excuse to not spend time with you
-He loves you though, please never think that! People love you and sometimes they actually just have to do stuff
-For once, he didn’t put his headphones on
-So he heard crying and decided to come and check it out
-Only to find you with blood coating your arm in a pile of tears
-He panicked
-And just runs towards you and hugs you close to his chest, not caring if he’s getting blood all over him
-You cry into his shoulder for a while whilst he just rocks and shushes you
-He knows the feeling
-Whilst he never self harmed, he was very depressed for so long
-And he knew what it was like to feel like you shouldn’t even exist anymore
-But without you
-He couldn’t exist
-Deciding it was best to tell you this, he starts to
-“MC, I love you. I couldn’t live without you. You mean so much to me. You helped me with my depression and now I want to help you. Please, let me save you like you saved me,” he begged.
-He’s going to do absolutely anything he can to help you


-I feel like he’d know the signs
-Because I’m pretty sure he’d self harmed too
-So he just asks you
-“MC, do you self harm?”
-“What makes you think that?” you answered sceptically.
-“Because I did for a while. You were what made me stop. Please don’t lie to me and show me your arms,” Saeran ordered with clear concern in his eyes.
-You show him your arms- it’s pointless hiding it
-“You’re going to come and see my counsellor with me,” Saeran said immediately.
-“No, Saeran! I don’t want to see a counsellor,” you begged.
-He grabbed you by the shoulder and leant down to look you directly in the eyes
-“I don’t care if you want to go or not. I’m not going to allow the person that saved and healed me to suffer herself. I love you too much to lose you. My life is nothing without you,” he told you.
-You hug him really tight
-And just wonder how you’re both messes
-Saeran was not going to allow you to help him as much as you had without him helping you in return
-He loved you too much to lose you


-You were constantly thinking that you were nothing compared to Rika
-Sure, she’d been crazy, but V had loved her
-Probably more than he loved you
-V found out you self harmed when he accidentally walked into the bathroom whilst you’d just finished showering
-You had a towel wrapped around you but your arms were exposed
-And bleeding
-“I’m sorry- wait, MC, your arms!” V started to apologise before seeing the lines and blood on your forearms.
-You hung your head
-He was going to tell you that you were nothing compared to Rika- that you were weak- that you were weird for harming yourself
-But he didn’t
-Instead, he runs towards you, gently takes your arm and kisses all your scars
-“I made a mistake last time- I didn’t help her. I’m not going to make that mistake again because I love you so much that I will force you to see a therapist,” V told you.
-“But I don’t want to-“ you started to protest
-“I know. Last time I made the mistake of thinking love would be enough. I’m not blind anymore and I can see that despite me loving you, you need proper help. I don’t want to lose you. You mean far more to me, MC,” V said.  
-I’m sorry for the blind joke, really I am
-It suddenly registered in your mind what he was saying
-V loved you
-He loved you more than he’d loved Rika
-And he wanted to help you
-Finally- someone did
-And you loved him

anonymous asked:

What's this thing about jikook and special days in Korea? I've seen it mentioned but I've never seen it explained. If you've posted it before I'm sorry, I didn't see it. I'd be super grateful if you would link it. Thank you for all the answers!

Hey there! I think I’ve never done any in-depth explanation on this, nor have i seen anyone explain.Honestly speaking, I think I’m in no position to talk, as I’m not familiar w Korean culture, so I’ll try to link all the interactions between them on these days instead of explaining in details what these days are all about. Prob just a brief one. ^^

/cracks knuckles/ Here we go.

From what I read, apart from public holidays in Korea, there’s also a special day on the 14th of every month for couples/singles to celebrate. E.g there’s Pepero Day, Valentine’s Day, Diary Day etc.For some inexplicable reason, Jimin and Jungkook were together on these days, and I’m not saying this without a concrete basis, because it’s mostly proven by Jimin n Jungkook’s Twitter uploads,as though they wanted to scream to the world “look at us”

Let’s start from January.

January 14th- Diary Day where couples give diaries as gifts

Note that in this video, there’s only the two of them, or maybe another member, who didn’t want to be included, which is pretty unlikely since Jimin always includes others, even if its for 0.00001 sec. So my bet is, they’re the only ones in the car (apart from the manager/driver). Date? 14th January, at approximately 11:51 pm KST. Coincidence? Maybe, but that’s not all.

(Important: Today was when Seoul Music Awards took place. Let me give you a hint… Orange hair + blue suits + backhug + whisper in the ear…got it? Yep! Jungkook gave Jimin a back hug on stage in front of hundreds of ppl on this day. Amazing, right?)

February 14th- Valentine’s Day

The video was uploaded today at 9:06 pm, but they had gone out two days ago, on the 12th. My question is, why on the 14th? Notice that Jimin was filming Jungkook initially, before he panned out and included Jin? (his caption was bout Jin tho) If you were here, you would’ve prob seen some posts on Jin being the chaperone in Jikook’s dates.Some time later after this “date” Namjoon revealed that he once went to Han River with Jikook. Putting two and two together, doesn’t it make more sense?

March 14th-White Day where guys give gifts to their girls

This time around, Jeon Jungkook was the one who uploaded the video, 2 MINUTES before White Day ended (11;58 pm) Please, please look at the caption “Jiminie hyung is sleepy, somebody please tuck him in” and please appreciate the precious time he took just to edit this video. He’s obviously in love with his hyung  

Later, Jimin left two comments saying “It’s really shocking Jungkook-ah I told you not to upload it right #JIMIN“ and “This hyung will go back home real quick. Be aware #JIMIN “

Either he took it himself and sent it to jungkook or Jungkook recorded it and they’re together, both of which are completely fine with me.

May 5th-Children’s Day

On this day, Jimin posted not one but three videos, in which jungkook was included in TWO of them. I can’t link any more vid so here’s the tweets

JiminxJungkook 1

JiminxJungkook 2

May 14th–Yellow Day/Rose Day

No video from both of them, but they still had quite a no of moments today.They were all over each other, from Music Core (where Jungkook became the MC) to their fanmeeting. Jimin did tweet something about Jungkook mc-ing and ofc he had to include the two hashtags #jimin and #kkuk. No twitter update but still, what a wonderful day for both of them.


September 14th- A Day before Chuseok and Photo Day

I really truly find this mindblowing. Jimin posted a funny video and again, like many other times, Kook was in it. The caption was basically “Happy Korean Thanksgiving everyone” but wow…Photo day landed on the very same day. Now…coincidence again? I’m gonna be trash and say no, this thing has occurred too many times for it to be claimed a coincidental event.

Here’s the Chuseok Video

//Jimin’s birthday October 13th//

Not related to anything but it’s still considered special, right? Especially for Jikook. Today, Jimin posted a video of him and Kook. Like always, no one else besides Kook. Also, we got to witness this

a very very special day for jimin AND Jungkook indeed.

That’s all i think. Id like to apologize if I make any mistake in this post. Oh and before I forget there’s also April’s Fools Day where Jikook dedicated the whole twitter to themselves (and Yoon/seok too). What do you say about Jikook and special days? Suspicious? Fishy?intentional? Coincidence? I’ll leave it for you to conclude bc I believe you’d have known my respond to this by now ^^

I would like to wish you a Happy Happy New Year in advance! May 2017 be filled with positivity, happiness, success, and more Jikook!!!! <3<3<3

anonymous asked:

No. 40, with angsty NovaHD? If you're interested 😚

I’m just going to wing this and see what happens. Thank you for sending me one of these, Anon :)

40. “we all make mistakes; we’re human. it’s what we do.”

“We all make mistakes.”

“Not me.”

“C’mon, dude, we’re human. It’s what we do.”

“It’s what we do?” James lets out a frustrated breath and stands up. “I shot you!”

“It was an accident. It’s no big deal.”

“I shot you, Aleks! It is a big deal!”

“But I’m fine!” Aleks gets up, moving across the room. He grabs James’ hand, pulling him forward, and presses his palm to his chest. “Do you feel that? I’m alive, and that’s all that matters.”

“But you…”

“It’s all that matters.”

anonymous asked:

ahhh hello! I'm somewhat of a new reader and I really love your blog, it's not everyday you find such a good mystic messenger writer. But anyways, I don't know if requests are closed or not ((plus this is my first time requesting anything so sorry if I'm awkward)) but can you do a Saeran one shot where reader he needs comfort but reader is rlly short so it's kinda hard to embrace him fully? Again sorry if requests are closed or if I sound weird ><

A/N: I got a little confused with this one, so I just wrote it as the reader trying to comfort Saeran in this fic.

Thanks anon :) I hope this is what you wanted to read. ^^

Saeran was crying. Even with his back facing you, you could tell.

It wasn’t as if his shoulders were trembling, or that you could hear his sobs. He was a silent crier. He didn’t make a sound, and to anyone passing by, they would think that he was just absently staring at a wall, deep in thought.

You guessed that he had learned to cry like that a long time ago. There was a muted loneliness to his figure as you watched him, and you felt a dull ache build in your chest. He must have learned from a tender age to wipe his tears away on his own, to grit his teeth and forcefully keep any sobs from spilling past his lips.

You knew he was crying only because he had turned away from you abruptly when his voice trembled and his lip quivered.

“Saeran,” you called, and his head shook slightly.

‘Leave me alone,’ you imagined him say in that stone cold voice of his.

But you knew better; that wasn’t what he really wanted right now.

“Saeran, look at me. It’s okay.” Daringly, you take a step closer to place your hand on your shoulder. An exhale of relief escaped you when he didn’t push you away, although he still didn’t respond.

“I won’t look. My eyes are closed, see?” You closed your eyes, and then tugged at the sleeve of his shirt. You sensed him shift slightly towards you, and then hesitation as he paused in his movements.

You took it as a good sign. Carefully, you reached your other hand out, blindly groping for his other arm. You could feel his resistance, the rigidity of his shoulders and body beneath your fingertips, but he did not utter a word, probably because his voice would easily betray the front he was trying to keep up in front of you.

Eventually you got a little impatient and stepped into the space between him and the wall, thankful that you were small enough to do so.

And then you wrapped your arms around him before he could try to escape, to embrace him and comfort him.

…That is, you tried to.

It was a valiant but miserable attempt on your part, since you had failed to take into account the stark height difference between the both of you. And so when you tried to hug him all you did was smash your head into his abdomen, at the area just below his ribs, while your arms accidentally landed a little too close to his bottom.

You made rather… unfortunate miscalculations there.

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anonymous asked:

Fraaaaan, Sero so handsome. What about BakuSero ?

A good ship I might draw something for in the near future! :D if inspiration doesn’t leave me again, that is

Anon said: I don’t know if you said anything but is there a reason you haven’t drawn anything haikyuu related lately? Not complaining but just interested why?

Hmmmmm there’s a few reasons I’ve talked about on various occasions in the past, stuff that goes from “the manga isn’t all that inspiring atm” to “the fandom isn’t responding in a way that makes me want to share more” and also “reposters sure are a pain aren’t they”, but lately I’ve been thinking that I really wouldn’t mind drawing some hq’s again so! Don’t think about those too much, consider it just a temporary hiatus :D

Anon said: Rude quiestion i know and im sorry but, will you draw some haikyuu stuff again or…?

I will! Can’t promise my focus won’t shift on other characters once I’ll start again, or generally be more spread out through everyone instead of focusing on a couple like I was doing before, but I will!

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anonymous asked:

Consider. Fashion Designer Eunwoo and passerby Moonbin with the perfect proportions. My cousin is a FD Major and one time really needed a model so she just screamed at someone passing by in the quad to be her model and they got so shocked they dropped their coffee and just stared at her like she was insane after she ran all the way form one end of the quad to where they were. And that's how she found her husband-I mean model

ayO I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG dfjkahsdlkjfh is your cousin still dating them holy shit that’s so cute ;A; when will these ever happen to me asdjfhlkasjdhf you make me wish NYU had a quad when all we have is fricking washington square park


  • MJ pouting at Eunwoo because: “I really, really, really need a model by Thursday and I know you really do too so can we please be each other’s models" 
  • Eunwoo, giving MJ’s designs a once-over: “whoever you designed for is a lot shorter than I am” before going back to his own sketchbook 
  • MJ flushing and protesting because !!!!!!! firstly how did Eunwoo know he designed with someone in mind !!!! 
  • Doesn’t matter that MJ’s been sighing over an architect major every five minutes for the last month 
  • How did Eunwoo know!!! 
  • And secondly Jinjin isn’t that much shorter than Eunwoo!!!!!!!
  • MJ: 
  • MJ, pouting: 
  • MJ, pouting more: 
  • Eunwoo, finally: “just text him, I’m highkey sure he’ll do anything for you" 
  • MJ: “who are you planning to ask then?" 
  • Eunwoo flipping through his own sketch book in frustration because wow truly he really has good ideas but if he can’t find someone to model for him he’s screwed for the midterm 
  • And he’s designed for someone more or less built like him so it rules MJ out 
  • Damn 
  • Eunwoo snapping the sketchbook closed and peeking at MJ, who’s tapping rapid-fire on his phone 
  • "Can we go get coffee? Before I go insane?" 
  • Cue MJ and Eunwoo bouncing (MJ bouncing, Eunwoo striding) downstairs 
  • MJ rattling on about how Jinjin smiled at him this morning 
  • And they’re on their way to their campus cafe when suddenly 
  • Eunwoo sees him 
  • All long legs and lean body, broad shoulders and strong arms 
  • He looks like he’s waiting for someone, leaning against a lamp post, beanie on and earbuds in, scrolling on his phone and sipping coffee 
  • That’s it, that’s him, that’s the one Eunwoo needs 
  • And damn if Eunwoo isn’t going to catch him 
  • Cue Eunwoo going off at a dead sprint across the quad 
  • MJ: ??????? 
  • Eunwoo dipping in and out of pockets of people, keeping his eyes trained on this effortless model in a black shirt and jeans that he needs, absolutely needs to meet 
  • Binnie peeking at the time and frowning because Rocky is LATE 
  • Binnie even got coffee and he’s finished half his latte already and Rocky isn’t even close 
  • Binnie, sighing because forget it, he’ll go to meet Rocko at his classroom building instead 
  • Bin pushing off from the lamppost and turning to leave 
  • Eunwoo, scREAMING 
  • "HEY YOU" 
  • Bin tapping a message on his phone to Rocky
  • "HEY HEY" 
  • Bin looking up because what the hell is that noise 
  • Wondering the same thing as about a hundred other people staring at a beautiful guy in a dress shirt and vest and slacks tear through the park, sketchbook sandwiched under his arm and pencil behind his ear and measuring tape at his waist flapping out behind him 
  • Bin doesn’t know how to respond because wow this guy may be beautiful but he also looks like a madman running towards Bin 
  • "BE MY MODEL!!!!!" 
  • Bin:
  • Bin, blinking: 
  • Bin: 
  • Bin: 
  • Eunwoo, skidding to a stop in front of Bin, hair in a mess and doubled over panting: 
  • Bin: "um" 
  • Because I mean wow this man has impeccable taste in clothes he’s in a fricking vest 
  • And also really long eyelashes 
  • But that’s not the point 
  • The point is that this man ran through half the park screaming at him,,,,,,,, to be his model???
  • When Bin is on laundry day and is in his last clean black shirt that seemed a size too small when he pulled it on this morning????? 
  • Eunwoo, finally straightening and tugging his collar and looking up at Bin 
  • Wow, Bin’s brain comments, his eyes
  • Bin: "um" 
  • Very coherent, Bin’s brain muses
  • He’s beautiful, Bin’s brain adds 
  • Marry him, Bin’s brain suggests 
  • Bin: wait no wait I'm 
  • Eunwoo, opening his sketchbook and jabbing at a page: "I need a model for midterms and you’re beautiful please be my model" 
  • He thinks you’re beautiful, Bin’s brain whistles 
  • Option 1) act cool 
  • Option 2) stumble over yourself 
  • Option 1 please, Bin thinks 
  • Option 2 it is!! Bin’s brain cheers 
  • Bin: wAIT 
  • Bin: "um ah ok but you’re beautifuller???" 
  • Eunwoo: 
  • Eunwoo: 
  • Bin: "right yes ok but u can’t model ur own clothes right gotcha" 
  • Bin: "wait you want me to whAt
  • Eunwoo thinking that wow this boy has perfect proportions and a gorgeous smile and the brightest eyes but really, 
  • He isn’t the sharpest tool, is he 
  • Forgive him, Eunwoo, he’s too stunned by you ;;;;; 
  • Bin watching Eunwoo explain his midterm and practically begGing Bin to agree 
  • But frankly nothing goes into his head, he’s too busy looking at Eunwoo’s nose and his eyes and the way his soft lips round out his words 
  • Eunwoo: "please?”
  • Bin, automatically: “ok yeah" 
  • Bin: wAit ,,
  • Eunwoo almost breaking down in tears in relief
  • Rocko, finally appearing: "ayO bin what’s up?” the same time MJ appears: “hey Eunwoo found your model?" 
  • Rocko staring at Bin because wow Rocky leaves him alone for twenty minutes and he’s a model now???? 
  • Rocko staring at Eunwoo smiling at Bin: wow his model???????? Modelling for someone who should be a model???? 
  • Wow 
  • Rocko turning to look at Bin who’s smiling at Eunwoo 
  • Wow ok he hasn’t seen Bin blushing this much at a boy ever oOoOOoOoOooo 
  • Huh
  • Perhaps Rocko should be late to their meetings more often


  • Eunwoo, with pins between his fingers: "Stay still!! If you wiggle anymore the needles will shift!!" 
  • Bin, twitching slightly:
  • Eunwoo, whining: "I said, stop wiggling!!" 
  • Bin, pouting: 
  • Eunwoo, still looking at the shirt he’s fitting on Bin 
  • Bin, pouting some more: 
  • Eunwoo, finally looking up: 
  • Eunwoo: "oh alright, you big baby, fine" 
  • Reaching up to kiss Bin before leaning down again to adjust the shirt 
  • Bin, beaming to himself in a slight daze
  • Eunwoo, looking up and snorting because "Bin we’re dating you don’t have to wheedle me into kissing you”

Double bonus: 

  • MJ, slowly tapping his foot on the sewing machine: 
  • Jinjin, dubiously: “uh are u sure I need to be topless while ur fixing the shirt" 
  • MJ, looking at Jinjin like it’s the most obvious thing: "Uh yeS OF COURSE" 
  • Jinjin: "uh but you’re not going to be done with that any time soon so I don’t see why-" 
  • MJ: "for moral support, of course" 
  • Jinjin: 
  • Jinjin: 
  • Jinjin: ?????????????? 
  • MJ, mulling over it a while before finally tossing Jinjin a piece of cloth: "cover up" 
  • Jinjin, clutching the roll of fabric: "why the change?" 
  • MJ, grinning at Jinjin: "the faster I work the faster I can see you topless again!! it’s motivation!!!!" 
  • MJ watching as the blush works its way up from Jinjin’s chest all the way to his ears: :-)

hashichosha  asked:

🌟 I'm so sorry you've had to put up with so much. It's why I keep my thoughts to myself.

Sorry this took so long to get back to! As far as the anon stuff is concerned, I’ve gotten some hate since, but most people fucked off when I stopped actively responding. In a way, it’s actually more gratifying staying silent since I know some sadboy’s obsessively checking my blog for validation and all they’re gonna get is a middle finger in the form of me posting cute Goros. 

I do appreciate the concern though! 🖤 I’m actually a little surprised just how many messages I got about the whole thing in the aftermath. 

Anyway, have some interrogation room antics.

“This…” Akechi hissed, his eyes glinting as he pressed the mouth of the revolver to Akira’s forehead, “… is how your justice ends.”

Akira didn’t have even a second to spare. He licked his lips, eyes glassy as he looked up at Akechi.

“Your boss—” he started, his voice cracking from underuse, “Is he really worth all this?”

Akechi’s index finger froze, the gun half-cocked. Akira watched as his frenzied smile slowly transformed into a look of sheer contempt. He could practically see the gears in his head turning.

“How much do you know?” Akechi asked, his voice low, “And more importantly, how do you know?” 

He pushed the barrel of the gun harder against Akira’s head, twisting it slightly for emphasis. It was a gesture that lacked finesse.

Akira had him right where he wanted him.

“More than you think,” he replied, each word carefully meted. “Having allies like the other Thieves can be beneficial sometimes. We could be your allies too, you know.”

Realization flashed across Akechi’s expression.

“Ah…” he said coolly, “Isshiki’s daughter. She bugged my phone, didn’t she?”

He breathed a laugh, shaking his head.

“You fool,” he spat, “Now I’ll have to kill her, too. You should’ve just kept your mouth shut.”

Akira leaned forward as much as the insistent press of Akechi’s gun would allow, a challenge burning bright in his piercing gaze.

“Is your boss here right now, Akechi?” Akira rasped in a mixture of fury and panic, “You don’t have to do anything! You don’t have to shoot me, either!”

Akechi was stone-faced. Akira continued:

“Maybe you have your own reasons for getting tangled up with a guy like this, but you’re more than just some chess piece in your boss’ game! We’ve seen how smart you are! We wouldn’t have made it through Nijima’s palace without you!”

Akira’s mind went blank after that. He had no more words. Internally, he was at war with himself, but all the voices were too loud to distinguish one from the other. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Instead, he was left piecing together his thoughts and emotions as silence stretched between them.

Those conversations over coffee late at night… were those all just lies?

He looks so beautiful when he’s deep in thought.

He watches Feathermen? Cute.

I heard the call myself, but… 

Who’s ‘Shido’? And what the hell does he have on Akechi?

“You don’t understand anything,” Akechi finally said, “I do. I have to kill you!”

He swallowed. His exhale immediately afterward was shaky.

“Maybe for you all it’s been easy… You gallivanted around as the Phantom Thieves and changed the hearts of anyone who treated you poorly. It was simple —a child’s game.”

He gritted his teeth, visibly angry now.

“I don’t have that privilege anymore! I blinked and in an instant, I’d forfeited it,” he snarled, “Moreover, I refuse to end this by changing his heart! I’ve come too far, sacrificed too much to see him get off scot-free through some cheesy, melodramatic confession!”

At some point, Akira had stopped breathing. He tried to process all of this new information, but it was too much. He latched onto one thing instead:

“‘Him’…?” he asked quietly, searching Akechi’s expression, “This isn’t a plea for my life, Akechi. I just want to help—”

Before Akira could finish his sentence, something forced its way into his mouth with little to no regard for his discomfort. It skimmed the roof of his mouth painfully, drawing blood; the acrid taste of metal spread across his tongue.

It was Akechi’s revolver.

Akira spluttered and gagged as all traces of emotion drained from Akechi’s face. The distant memory of lips brushing surfaced. He’d smelled like Sojiro’s curry.

“You deserved better, Kurusu.”

A gunshot rang out. White light enveloped Akechi’s body as Akira’s consciousness rapidly faded away. 

Blinding, he thought in his last few seconds of life, registering distantly that Akechi had fallen to his knees, a hand clapped firmly over his mouth. 

He’s always been so… bright.

anonymous asked:

I heard your requests are open?~ If it's not too much and you ehm.. write angst?, how about the RFA reacting to a terrible breakdown of MC? Like, terrible shaking, not responding at all and stuff. I'm sorry, if you're not ok writing something like this

hey anon! thanks for the request! hope your day or night is going well :^) !


  • Zen’s fans have always been sweet and respectful your relationship
  • But it was the media that loved to cause chaos and spread rumors
  • The TV was playing in the background as you talked to Saeyoung and Yoosung in the chatroom. You were to called to attention when you heard your name being spoke
  • “It seemed like she’s gained a lot of weight recently. You’d think someone as fit and handsome as Zen would be conscious of his and his girlfriend’s diet and lifestyle.”
  • Usually you were able to disregard any talk about your relationship, but as you peered down at your body, you couldn’t stop bad thoughts from making their way into the mind
  • You thought about restricting your calorie intake, and going to the gym whenever Zen was busy. You just needed to lose weight, before Zen became disgusted with how you looked, too.
  • You broke down, hating what you saw in yourself.
  • “MC, I’m home!” Zen called as he took off his coat at the front of the door.
  • As he began to walk towards the living room, he saw you curled up on the floor, crying to yourself
  • His heart broke seeing you like this. He sat beside you, removing the hair away from your face.
  • “MC? What’s wrong baby?”
  • You tried to speak, but you couldn’t seem to get enough air in your lungs.
  • Zen put his arm around you, holding you close. He quietly sung to you and stroked your hair. You soon feel asleep in his arms.


  • College was a lot more tough than you had expected. The tests, the worksheets, and long written essays. It was beginning to pile up and becoming a burden.
  • You sat on top of you bed, staring idly at your textbook. You were exhausted and couldn’t get anything done. It felt terrible.
  • With the growing frustration, you threw your textbooks to the other side of the room and cried into your pillow.
  • You heard a knock on the door, and Yoosung’s adoring voice,
  • “Hey MC! Ready for tonight?”
  • Your breathing hitched and stomach churned. How could you forget?
  • You were shaking as you opened the door and revealed a nicely dressed Yoosung.
  • “I’m so so so stupid! I forgot about our anniversary! I’m a terrible girlfriend! Goddamnit!”
  • You collapsed on your bed once again and looked at Yoosung, crying. You felt guilty. You had been blowing him off for weeks due to the amount of work you needed to do, but you promised this night would be his. Just this one night.
  • What are talking about? You’re a wonderful, smart, and beautiful person. I love you so much. Don’t worry about tonight!”
  • You shook you head, unable to accept how forgiving he was. He was prepping this date for days now, and you ruined it.
  • “It doesn’t matter, I just wanted to see you…. here,” Yoosung picked up your textbooks from off the floor, “I’m probably worse at this stuff, but two minds are better than one!”
  • You two spent the rest of the night studying and getting caught up on your school work.


  • It had been a terrible day for you.
  • In fact, it’s been a terrible week.
  • You came out to your family, and they started ignoring you ever since.
  • Today was your birthday, yet you did not get a single text or call from your family.
  • You tried to shake it off as you worked the cafe with Jaehee. You told yourself that they must be busy. Surely, they’ll speak to you later. They were family after all.
  • Lost in your own thoughts, you accidentally dropped the pot of coffee you were holding.
  • “MC! Are you okay? What was that?” Jaehee called from the front of the store. She walked in, seeing you frantically whipping up the split coffee, and tears rolling down your cheeks.
  • “Oh no, did you burn yourself?” She rushed over to your side, and took the towel away from your hands. You shook your head, still looking down at the spilled brown liquid on the floor.
  • “I-I’m fine,” Looking at Jaehee’s worried expression only caused you to feel worse than before. You covered your face with your hands, body shaking as you cried into them.
  • Jaehee lifted you up from the ground, “Let’s worry about that later. Just tell me what’s wrong,”
  • Although it took you a while to explain in your shaken state, she listening immensely to your story about your parents and how they were not supportive of your sexuality.
  • She rubbed your back soothingly, “Don’t let them ruin your special day. There’s a cake I baked for you waiting in the freezer. I was going to wait till your party later, but now is as good as ever,”


  • Jumin was always good about protecting you from he news and media.
  • But he couldn’t help it when they arrived to the restaurant you two were eating at.
  • Jumin noticed your wary glaces towards there cameramen and reporters, and how you bite your lip like you always did when you got nervous.
  • He sighed and spoke “I’m no longer hungry, MC. How about you?”
  • You couldn’t even respond, just meekly nodded along. Anxiety started to build up and settle in the pit of your stomach.
  • Jumin quickly paid, and helped you up from your seat. He noticed how you shook as you grabbed his hand. He wanted to help you, to shield you away from anything that would make you feel like this.
  • Outside was chaotic, for it was rare for the media to get coverage of you two together. Jumin’s bodyguards rushed both of you out of the media’s eyes as they shouted comments and questions. You were suffocating.
  • Your knees grew weak, and you were sudden aware of your own beating hard. 
  • You could have collapsed right there, if it weren’t for Jumin holding you tightly against his chest. “’Don’t worry, Sweetie. We’re here,”
  • The bodyguard opened the car door for you both. You never left go of Jumin as you slid inside. 
  • You cried in his arms, and he kissed the top of your forehead while whispering soothing words into your ear, “You’re safe now, my sweetheart,”


  • You woke up, sweating and unable to catch your breath. Another nightmare. Lately, you’ve haven’t been sleeping much due to nerve-wracking nightmares that carried well after you woke up. 
  • “S-Saeyoung?” 
  • you rolled over shook his shoulders. His looked over at you with sleepy eyes and yawned. “What it is, MC?” 
  • “I’m sorry to wake you, I just don’t want to be alone right now. I’ve… been having bad nightmares,” 
  • Saeyoung became more alert upon noticing you have been crying by the sound of you voice. He frowned and patted the spotted next to him. “You’re not alone, come here. Tell me what your dreaming about.”
  • You snuggled in close to him, trying to organize your thoughts together. “I don’t know. Everything? Mint eye, Rika, V… You leaving me or getting hurt,”
  • You cried harder at the thought of it. You wouldn’t know what to do without him. Saeyoung’s heart broke. Deep down, he still feared the same thing.
  • He let you cry, wiping your eyes and showering you with kisses at any moment. “That’s silly, MC. I’m not going anywhere. I promise. You know what? I pinky promise!”

ahhh this wasnt too angsty. regardless, i hope you enjoy :^))

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anon request | socky #2

Minhyuk hummed as he did some finishing touches on his little latte art and carefully pushed it across the counter, announcing that the latte was ready. A petite girl came bouncing over, carefully picking up the cup and carrying it back to her table.

It was a slow day for the Flower Shop. It was a slightly misleading name considering they were a coffee shop. But the owner, Jinwoo, didn’t want it to be Flower Boy because that would be cheesy, even though it was true. The shop was like something out of Coffee Prince. Everyone who worked there was beautiful one way or another. The other barista was the ever handsome Moon Bin. He’d actually been the one who introduced Minhyuk to Flower Shop. And unsurprisingly, Dongmin was the one who introduced Moon Bin to Flower Shop. It all just kind of fell into place after that.

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anonymous asked:

I'm the anon that asked for the reiner bert titans scenerio, thankyou for responding and I would like for Bert :)

WARNING: This contains heavy spoilers for the series. If you’re an anime-only watcher, I highly suggest that you skip reading this and even the prompt itself.

Sorry this took me so long! Admittedly, I’m not very good at writing RBA, but I honestly tried my best! I couldn’t really think of an ending, so I kind of cliffhangered it at a good point that leaves it open for a small drabble later down the line if enough people express interest in seeing it. Also, I don’t think I’d be able to write the same scenario for Reiner, so I’d humbly ask that everyone understands. c: I have a really difficult time coming up with new ideas for the same scenario prompt, if that makes any sense. I might be able to do headcanons down the line if enough people want those, too. This is unedited, for now, but I’ll go back later and fix mistakes if I catch them!

Original prompt: 

He knew that joining the military and posing as a soldier would tarnish his ability to get his mission done, but Bertholdt Hoover never anticipated being torn asunder at the decision he and Reiner were about to make.

Miraculously, they had survived the collapse of Utgard Castle without having to reveal their identities. Rather, they had discovered that Ymir was a titan; the titan who had swallowed Marcel without any remorse, devouring him and absorbing his shifter abilities in a blink of an eye. Throughout the entire ordeal, Bertholdt had made the choice to convince Reiner that it was time to return home and take Eren with them. The only thing that remained left in the air was how they were going to convince him and how he was going to break the truth to you.

Nothing else had mattered to him before except for Reiner and Annie’s safety and the success of the Marley’s mission. It was their sworn duty to fight the Eldians that lived in Paradis island and that was supposed to be the end of it.

Life was never that simple—it was the cold, harsh reality of war.

You were everything that he could never be: determined, kind, and so patient and understanding that Bertholdt felt like crying whenever your bright eyes met his own. Your smile was enough to melt his heart and fill him with a torrent of guilt, but even you weren’t enough to stop him from going home.

“Bertl,” Reiner’s gruff voice sliced through his heavy thoughts, his hand descending on his shoulder. They locked eyes and a pregnant pause passed between them until the blond sighed. “Let’s bring them with us.”

Bertholdt nearly choked on his own saliva, yet he managed to simply choke out, “What?”

Eyes fierce and ablaze, Reiner-the-warrior stepped forward for a moment, his bold statement still echoing through Bertholdt’s head. “You don’t want to leave them, so bring them with us. We’ll deal with the consequences when we’re back home.”

Maybe he was blinded by his own feelings—the very ones that he both embraced and cursed—but Bertholdt found himself falling for Reiner’s own delusions. If he could just explain to you what was truly going on, then maybe you’d understand why he had done everything that he had; that it was necessary for humanity. With clenched fists, he nodded and made up his mind, olive-colored hues spotting you from across the top of the wall, where you chatted happily with Connie and Sasha.

He had to make you understand.

Nervously, he called your name and beckoned you closer, a cold sweat beading at his temples. You walked closer and flashed him that smile—the same one that made him weak in the knees and irrevocably guilty—and stopped when the two of you were isolated from the rest of your friends.

He was going to make you understand.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, concern dripping from your voice. Bertholdt hated the look you gave him and hated that he felt himself chickening out from the thought of returning home now. It was all your fault that you had this influence over him, but he was the one who was to blame for allowing you to wriggle your way underneath his skin and into his heart.

Swallowing thickly, Bertholdt reached for your hands, ignoring the fact that his own were clammy and his heart was racing so wildly that you could probably feel his pulse from the touch. “Come with me,” he urged, his voice shushed and frantic.

You only laugh at his remark. “Go where, Bertl? We’re stuck on the top of the wall for a while, y'know. I doubt we’ll be able to get back to headquarters for a whil—”

“No.” He faltered for a moment and took a shaky breath, the grip on your hands tightening. His eyes met your own and the jovial mood was dampened as you began to realize just how serious he was being. Bertholdt didn’t give you a chance to question him further before he elaborated, “I want you to come with me—with us—over the wall. Outside of the wall.”

“What are you talking about? We can’t go over the wall, Bertholdt, and you know that. What’s going on with you?”

Bertholdt’s eyes closed for a moment and he rakes over how to tell you what’s happening because you have to understand. Refusing to let you pull your hands away from his own, he quietly revealed, “Reiner and I are going home with Eren and Ymir. I want you to come with me.”

Shaking your head, you desperately tried to comprehend the words that were coming from him. “I don’t know why you want to go back to your village, but you can’t. You’ll die out there. I don’t know what you’re trying to find by going back there, but Ymir didn’t just save us for you to throw your life away.” Your fingers interlock with his own, worry painted across your features as you softly pleaded, “Please tell me what’s going on. I can’t help you if I don’t understand where you’re coming from.”

“I’m the one who destroyed Shiganshina. I’m the one who broke the wall in Trost.” The words tumble from his lips so quickly that Bertholdt doesn’t have a chance to rethink them or clarify, so he simply let go of your hands and waited in silent agony for you to say anything.

Wide-eye, you pale as if you had just seen a ghost—as if you had just seen a monster. Vaguely, he heard Eren screaming from across the Wall as Reiner tried to explain himself, his words jumbled and not coherent enough to garner his attention.

“I—I don’t believe you,” you stammered, stepping back on your heel in order to give him a look of sheer disbelief. He can’t defend himself or his actions and he won’t, which prompted you to speak a little louder this time, “You’re lying! If this is a joke, it isn’t funny! You wouldn’t do something like that, Bertholdt.  Please, take it back. ”

Out of the corner of his eye, Bertholdt saw Mikasa drawing her blade, poised and ready to attack at any given moment. “I can’t,” he replied and turned his back on you, fully prepared to go through with his mission.

If you didn’t understand then he was going to have to make you, whether you liked it or not.

Even as Mikasa screamed at you to draw your weapons, all you could do was stand there in shock and disbelief. Right before your very eyes, both Reiner and Bertholdt shifted into the very things that had cursed humanity and placed them in this horrific existence in the first place. Excruciatingly hot steam emanated from the Colossal Titan’s gargantuan form, but the last thing you were able to remember was a large hand shielding you from the blast before your world went dark.

anonymous asked:

hiiiii, don't know if your five requests are still open, but would it be okay if I asked for h/c of gladio' newlywed/domestic life? Thank you you are swelllllll

holy shit anon i’m so sorry it took so long for me to get to this request!! i had a lot of trouble writing this for some reason, but i really love the idea of newlywed gladio. i hope you’re okay with what i’ve come up with! :)

here are links to my other newlywed drabbles: Prompto || Ignis

(also: I have a few wedding headcanons that y’all might like. you can find them on my masterlist here)

word count: 739 (fluff)

He loved you quietly.

When he slept, you could hear it. When your cheek rested against his chest, ear pressed to his heart, his breathing was quiet. His heartbeat remained steady. For the first time since the sun returned, he let himself relax. He let himself love you.

In the mornings, you could feel it. His presence spread warmth to a kitchen lit only by the rising sun. His arms found themselves around your waist, chin coming down to rest on your shoulder as you tried to recreate the cooking of a dear friend.

In the gardens, you could see it. Your home was bursting in life, blooming in color during the warmer months. Your favorite flowers sprouted near your bedroom windows, climbing the glass panels as if trying to reach you themselves. He was always there, weeding daisy patches or watering hydrangeas. Light poured over his skin as he worked, seeping into his pores and resting in his hair.

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blackturtlesofdeath  asked:

as a person whos country has been screwed by the U.S., a dude running around invading countries wearing an american flag would be very uncomfortable, and i wish that cap had understood better how scary he was. yeah, tony was a little too complacent due to his own guilt, but cap was too defensive. it felt like he still thinks hes an underdog, a super sickly guy fighting people bigger than him, people who didnt believe in him, and as if he was still part of an ethnic minority.

2) like i was such a movie cap fan, but he really disapointed me. he was just a little too self-absorbed. idk about tony tho, like his motivations were bc of his guilt, but i thought it was fair. being such a rich man that has caused so much pain, he sort of needs to concede to others a lot, especially the international community. if less powerful nations are scared of you and your group, shouldnt you listen?

I definitely agree with you on the “invading countries” and “still think he’s an underdog” points. I get the sense that Steve does genuinely think he’s still this little, non-threatening guy fighting the big bad bullies. It probably didn’t even occur to him before the Accords that him just showing up with his team out of nowhere, presuming to know best, would be terrifying to people who have seen Americans show up and wreck their countries under the guise of “knowing best,” too. That he could be seen as the bully.

As for being self-absorbed, though, hm. I really think the main issue with the Accords situation (and the issue that sparked this whole Avengers Civil War in general) is the lack of time the team had to consider it and the fact that they didn’t have a representative arguing their side when it was made. Steve and Tony took firm stances because… those were the stances they had to choose from. They couldn’t really discuss compromises because they weren’t going to be allowed to compromise anyway. So Steve came off as looking super arrogant for not wanting to work with the governments, while Tony came off as looking super complacent. Which I feel neither of them really are at heart. It was just that they had to choose between two extremes: sign or don’t sign.

And like. Holy shit, the Accords are sketchy. I got a few anon messages about it and: 

The reason why I side with cap is that if you actually go and read the sokovia accords (which you can they were on agents of shield) they’re fucking ridiculous. They suspend habeus corpus for any enhanced individual, if your powers are innate you have to wear a trakcing bracelet (which is not inconspicuous looking and would most certainly out you) and tons of other BS. If it was me in that situation, there would be no way in hell I’d allow those laws to be imposed on me (part 1)

(part 2) not to mention, iron man’s whole argument is well we want to take responsibility for what happened but no where in the sokovia accords does it talk about where responsibility and blame shall lie, the closest it gets is that now the avengers have to answer to a committee which is also complete BS. A committee wouldn’t allow them to act fast, how are they supposed to respond to threats quickly and efficiently if they have to wait to get the ok??

(part 3) (I’m sorry) The bad guys aren’t gonna call up the avengers in advanced and tell them hey yo we’re gonna invade France tomorrow so make sure you get permission from your parents first so you can come over :). Also, in the accords it states that if you don’t sign, you don’t have permission to use your powers in conflicts and if you violate the accords you get thrown in jail indefinitely (oops part4)

I’M SORRY THIS HAS GOTTEN SO LONG BUT I’M REALLY PASSIONATE. (part 4 I’m sorry) This would mean that, unless the individual signed the accords, some local superhero wouldn’t even be allowed to go save a house from burning down. tl;dr the avengers wouldn’t be able to do shit or move a muscle, no matter how big or small the problem may be, without first having to wait for a committee and committees are too slow

So personally I think the Accords were too dodgy to sign and honestly did not set up a good system, which is why I’m with Steve on his decision to not do so. I wouldn’t give up my rights like that either, and the committee idea is bad, not only because it’s slow but because different nations have different allies and agendas. The US government would probably control the council by virtue of having the most political sway, which is equally as dangerous for less powerful nations, because then America could really order the Avengers to go “running around invading countries,” and the Avengers couldn’t go against their decisions without running the risk of being sent to prison for life.

Foreign policy is just tricky all around. The Avengers should not be allowed to operate in a foreign country unless their presence is requested, but that decision should be up to the affected country’s government, not a potentially biased committee, and the Avengers should be able to decide what missions they take, because they’re people, not weapons. I think Tony and Steve would have reached this conclusion on their own, but then they put out a kill order for Bucky and there was no more time left for debate.

anonymous asked:

Nonbionary Mello headcanons pls? (and maybe a little bit of mattxmello)

First things first, I’m shitty for not answering sooner. I apologise, Anon. Between stuff to do irl, wanting to sit and do it in peace, and then weird shenanigans, I just didn’t sit and write. Sorry for keeping you waiting! This is gonna be set in the same AU I’m making where Trans!L, Trans!Light and Trans!Misa exist, just so you have more context. And, like on my previous headcanons, I will only describe it until the point they enter the main story. If you want some more general things, shoot me another ask! (I promise I won’t take as long rip in pasta)

Let’s go!

  • Mello knew they weren’t exactly a guy, nor a girl. If they had to define their gender, they would’ve said it was thirteen exclamation points and one (1) question mark.
  • Thanks to all the info the Wammy’s had about gender and sexualities, they found it easier to come to terms with it. It’s just how it is, no point in denial.
  • But no label would quite fit them. The main problem they had is how to call their gender. What name should they put to those feelings?
  • Mello just couldn’t deal with it alone, so eventually, they talked to Matt about the whole gender/sexuality shebang.
  • Matt was the one who came up with a reassurance so simple, they didn’t know if they should laugh or cry.
  • “Lad, just don’t put a name. You’re like a cryptid. That’s cool.”
  • Matt, you’re an absolute visionary. If Mello wasn’t gay for him before, they sure were now.
  • Of course, it took more time to accept that having no label was okay, but they took the first step towards it thanks to Matt.
  • The first time Mello bought lingerie just to try it, they were incredibly happy and satisfied. Damn, they looked hella fine.
  • They were caught by Matt while posing in the mirror. He was so awestruck, he just stood there, frozen.
  • Mello panicked and pulled him into the room, closing the door behind him and, still driven by anxiety, blurted a blatant innuendo.
  • Matt.exe has stopped responding. Help his pansexual ass (honestly, mood).
  • Shortly after, they started dating. This was around the same time L got involved in the Kira case.
  • Matt, with some well-organised scams, got his hands on some money, and he used it to pamper Mello.
  • Leather? All Of It. Dresses? Jot Those Down. Cool accessories? Yes. Lingerie? DAMN YES
  • Mello kept it lowkey inside the Wammy’s, but once they left? Full on aesthetic. They went away to catch Kira and dress cool, and he was the coolest already, so…

anonymous asked:

Hello! I don't know if you're still doing head canon requests, but the fanfiction I just read from you, or at least reblogged inspired me, so if you are still taking them, than maybe you could do a Dark!Annabeth against good Percy? And maybe have their straight equally matched. Thank you I'm advance.

I am! Sorry it took me awhile but here it is, also note I suck at fight scenes so…

Annabeth didn’t know how she got to this point: where she was now standing on opposite sides of a battle field with the boy she once loved. If you had asked Annabeth where she envisioned Percy and herself a few years back, she would have said something along the lines of going to college and being together. Nothing even remotely close to this.
“Why are you here Jackson? Don’t think that you will be able to change my mind or stop me.” Percy looks different than from the last time Annabeth saw him. He looks older, and more tired. It was obvious that he wasn’t sleeping much, and it looks like he has burdens that seem to weigh him down more than holding up the sky.
“Annabeth come on. You can stop this, you have the power to stop this!” The boy yells at her as he comes closer to her. “Just call this all off.” He says as he gestures towards the army behind her.
“You really do have a brain made of seaweed if you think that it would be that simple.” Annabeth bites back, and is happy when she notices how Percy flinches at the reference to his old nickname.
“Just step down.” Percy persists.
“No.” The blonde replies, and then proceeds to attack the son of Poseidon. Annabeth knows that defeating Percy will be difficult, and so to make sure her opponent has little to no advantage, she makes sure to move them away from the water. Though she acknowledges that won’t stop Percy from being able to use his powers entirely, she also knows that it prevents him from healing himself in the midst of battle.
Their swords clash continuously clash, for they both know their opponent and their way of fighting well after being with the other for years.
“We could be here all day, Chase.” Percy says after a few minutes of fighting. “We know each other too well.”
“I don’t know about that, we haven’t seen each other in years.” Annabeth dodges a swing to her shoulder.
“That’s on you.” The son of Poseidon says as he jumps out of the way of an attack. “You’re the one that changed, you’re the one that turned your back on everything that you valued, you’re the one that left!” The boy is clearly getting worked up, swinging at her relentlessly with his sword.
“Why are you defending them! They have made our lives a living hell. The gods took everything away from us, and how long will it take for you to realize that? Are you going to wait until you wake up one day and realize everything you value is gone? I’m sorry that I acknowledge our reality and want to change it!” Annabeth responds as she parries each attack.
“Do you even see what you’re doing? You’re killing your own type, and you don’t even care! That attack on the bus, killed 12 and injuried 7, one being Piper, your friend!” Percy’s attacks are getting stronger, as are his emotions, and Annabeth finds herself having difficulty evading his sword.
“Of course I care, but I also know its part of the bigger picture, and if that means a few casualties so be it. In the end we will be affecting so many more lives. I don’t expect you to understand however, after all your fatal flaw is loyalty.” The daughter of Athena now takes the offensive, knowing that her words have affected her opponent. The blonde knows that she will only be able to win this fight with words, which will force Percy’s emotions to dictate his actions, therefore making him sloppy.
“Are you listening to yourself? For crying out loud you’re like Luke now! Didn’t you learn from him and what happens when you try to overthrow the gods?” The boys words hit her harder than any swing of a sword could.
“Don’t bring Luke into this!” She all but growls and tries to swipe her sword against Percy’s arm, but misses and receives a hit to the side instead. Focus Annabeth, don’t get distracted.
“It’s still not too late for redemption, after all Luke found despite all he did. But you have to do it now, and put this all to a stop, or else I’m afraid you’re find yourself in Tartarus once again.” The last part of the sentence catches her off guard and makes her pause for a second, allowing her opponent to tackle her to the ground. The daughter of Athena tries to shake the boy’s body off of her, but he is too big for her attempts to work. Before she knows it, she feels Riptide against her throat. She knows she has to act quick, or else she’ll die; too soon for her death to be effective.
“Any last words?” Percy whispers. The blonde chooses her next words carefully, knowing it will make all the difference.
“You think this will all end with my death, but it won’t, and guess what my second-in-command’s first order is after I die? It’s to go to the apartment where I know your mother, sister, and Paul reside, and do anything it takes to kidnap them.” That gets the other demigod’s attention and he needs a second to process the words, which is just enough time for his hold on her to loosen. As a result Annabeth is able to take her the butt of her knife and smash it into Percy’s head, knocking him out.
I don’t care. The blonde thinks in her head as she gets up.
I don’t care. Annabeth says to herself as she heads back to the battle field.
I don’t care. She says as she refuses to look back.
But the Annabeth knows it’s a lie, because if she truly didn’t care, the boy before her wouldn’t be unconscious, he would be dead.

anonymous asked:

do you have any got7 blogs to recommend? I'm new to the got7 fandom and I need people to follow. :p

hi anon i’m sorry it took me so long to respond! well you’ve asked the right question bc there is nothing i love more than recommending got7 blogs.


@holyfuckmark, @jypnior, @umma-jy, @tuanpumpkins  @got7europe < – legends of the fandom, mostly gifmakers

@ceohan, @pinkhoodiemark, @sidepartmark, @jingogi @2jaekisses, <– more greatness (gifmakers)

@protectmarkjin, @the-princejinyoung, @peachy-jy, @gotchicken, @amerithaikong <– for fandom shouting and excellent memeing

@bambama1, @cutepimook, @amerithotkongs, @officialwangtrash,  <– people i think are funny and great

this is not even CLOSE to all of my faves and i’ve had to leave out some bc they are multifandom and you asked for got7 blogs, but i would direct you to my blogroll which i promise is 100% quality

anonymous asked:

Could I have “Can I sit here? The other tables are full.” with SuFin please?? I love your blog and I'm looking forward to seeing what you do with the prompt! ❤️


I hope you like it :) 

Berwald was looking for a place to eat lunch inside the cafeteria. It wasn’t unusual that he had lunch all by himself. He was used to that. But he often sat in a particular spot, where no one could ever bother him and nobody would notice him at the same time.

But the place was full for some reason and he started to get anxious. He wasn’t sure where to sit.

His older brother was one of the popular boys but he didn’t want to go there. He already had to deal with him at home so that wasn’t an option.

Maybe he could wait there until someone left. It wasn’t the best the plan but what he could possibly do?

“Move away” Someone dared to push him and his drink almost spill out.

He had to find somewhere to sit. He took a deep breath. Being a shy guy was really hard in high school and most people felt like he was really scary, so the vast majority avoided to even talk to him.

After a while, he found a spot. There was someone in front who was also lonely for some reason. He was doubting.

He recognized the boy.  They had some classes together. It was true that they have never exchanged more than a couple of words. But Berwald always thought he was interesting and different.

Some of his classmates made fun of him on his back because he was somewhat eccentric.

Anyways he took the courage and went where Tino was sitting.

“Can I sit here?” Berwald timidly asked.

Tino was so busy sobbing that the swede had to repeat the question.

“You are not going to mock me, right?” Tino was trying to hide the fact that he was crying. He could’t stand up because he was sure that someone would notice it and he wasn’t ready to face another bully.

“I’m not” Berwald promised and when Tino nodded, the Swede sat down.

But he couldn’t eat his lunch with his fellow classmate in that state.

“What happened?” Berwald realized soon that he had asked a very personal question “I’m sorry, maybe you don’t want to talk about it”

Tino blew his nose before answering.

“They stole my lunch money and then…” Tino took a deep breath before continuing “They told me they were doing me a favor. That I needed to lose some weight anyways” The Finn laid down in the table, he didn’t want the swede to look at him.

Berwald tried to think in something.

“Can you take care of my stuff for a while?” Berwald couldn’t stay there without doing something for Tino.

The Finn nodded. He didn’t give a lot of thought about it.

He put his plate in the middle of the table and then he went to look for an extra plate, knife and fork. He asked the lady that served lunch for them.

“Let’s share it then” Berwald explained as soon as he returned to the table.

Tino wasn’t sure how to react. Why that guy was being so gentle with him?

“Are you going to make fun of me? Does the food have something in it?” Tino inquired. Maybe it was rude, but he was so used to people being assholes with him that he was suspicious of everyone there.

“No. I don’t want you to starve because of those bullies” Berwald explained with patience.

“I…” Tino didn’t have words to express how he felt in that moment “Thank you. Thank you so much. People said that you were creepy and…” Tino noticed that Berwald changed his expression to a sad one.

“Creepy?” He had heard and read a lot of stuff that his classmates said about him but that was the first time that someone referred to him as creepy.  He was hurt because he wasn’t sure what was he doing wrong to gain such fame.

“Oh, no! I’m sorry. I don’t think you are” Tino apologized immediately “I don’t believe what people of this damn school said. You are really nice and I’m sorry people don’t notice that” He responded.

Berwald was relief when he heard the explanation.

“Thanks” He really appreciated his kind words and for the first time he saw the beautiful smile that Tino had. He could stare at him for a very long time and wouldn’t get bored.

After that rough start, they both talked about their experiences. Well, Tino was the one who did most of the talk while Berwald listened to everything. He said.

When the bell finally rang, Tino was slightly disappointed. He wanted to talk more with his new friend.

“Can we meet up in the morning?” Tino asked.

“Really? You want to hang out with me?” Berwald was astonished. He wasn’t half entertaining as his older brother, so he was quite surprised.

“Yes! You are pretty cool!” Tino shouted “What do you say?” The Finn felt excited for the first time in a long time. He wanted to know Berwald better.

“Yeah, sure” Berwald smirked and Tino didn’t hide his surprise.

“See you tomorrow then!” Tino waved his hand before going to his class.

“See you” Berwald replied without stop staring at the Finn. For the first time he felt he had something to look forward the next day.

anonymous asked:

Hi, I'm a fellow pro rumple, pro belle, and pro rumbelle supporter. I don't have a tumblr which is why I'm under anonymous. Now, I've only just gotten into the show two months ago and you're only the second pro rumple blog I've looked at/seen. I'm also new to the fandom so I have some questions? Are there more pro rumple centric blogs out there that you know of? I also was thinking about rumple forty minutes ago and suddenly thought "what if he is a bisexual trans man?". part one

Now, the only reason I thought that is because I,myself am a bisexual trans man. So, what do you think of it? Regardless of your opinion, do you think I should be able to head canon him as that? I am very young,only seventeen, and I’m very self conscious and have bad social anxiety and I don’t want to get an excessive amount of hate, because I know I will get some already for liking rumple. You don’t have to respond if my questions bother you or annoy you but I hope you will. Part 2

Hi Anon! WELCOME. Sorry it took me so long to respond to your ask. Thanks for your patience in waiting until I was back in front of a computer.

There are TONS of great pro-Rumple, pro-Belle, and pro-Rumbelle blogs! You are in GREAT company, I promise you. Have a look through my follow list; generally everyone I follow loves all of the above. Also have a look through the Rumplestiltskin tag. A few blogs to start with, all of whom are kind and welcoming and offer outstanding content. @magnoliatattoo @rowofstars @thatravenclawbitch @rowofstars @thestraggletag @maplesyrupao3 @still-searching47 @scribbles-by-kate @emospritelet. Seriously, though, there are SO MANY.

I think it’s completely fine for you to headcanon Rumple as bisexual and trans. And don’t focus on getting hate for liking Rumple–Dearies and Rumbellers are fiercely protective of our own. I’m going to point you toward a few people who I know for a fact can talk with you more intelligently about your headcanon than I can: @capricornhunter @jxhniarty and @pocketsizesatan. They are all amazing, and I chatted with them in advance. They’re expecting to hear from you. :)

Welcome to the fandom, love.

anonymous asked:

stories i wish you would write - sam has died and is in heaven, gabe isn't there because the dufus thinks sam would be with jess, cue someone (Cas?) finding gabe and telling him what's what, leading to gabe in sam's heaven. `where ever jess's heaven is i'm sure she's happy with the me i was then but i'm different now and i want you gabe`.

I somehow kept missing this in my inbox and I am so sorry but can I just say that WOOOOOW YOU ARE KILLING ME THIS IS EQUAL PARTS BEAUTIFUL AND HEARTWRENCHING DEAR GOD H E L P.

Can you imagine the sorrow that overwhelms Gabriel once Sam takes his final breath, watching helplessly as his soul lifts from his body and rises to Heaven, all while knowing he can do nothing but just let it happen? 

Gabriel’s Grace feels physically flayed and in shreds the moment he realizes that he can never be in Sam’s Heaven because Sam loved - loves - Jessica Moore, and Jesus of course Sam would want to be with her in his Heaven. What place did Gabriel have, what right did he possess, to intrude on Sam’s happiness? Even if it didn’t include him?

Gabriel slowly fades away, broken, eyes blood-shot and wet, before Sam could fully settle into his Heaven. He doesn’t want to watch that. Sam was in Heaven. Sam was home, and he was going to be with Jessica soon. He loves Sam, but he has no desire to see Sam love someone else.

Sam and Dean share a Heaven, but maintain their own slice within. Kind of like roommates sharing a humongous house. Dean’s Heaven had Castiel, the seraph refusing to leave Dean even in death. 

Sam is happy for them. He is. But even with this, laughing and conversing with Dean and Castiel over a beer, exchanging witty banter with Bobby as the older hunter taught him how to fix up his truck, his parents checking in every so often, throwing a tennis ball in the lake for Bones to chase… 

Something is missing. Someone is missing.

Gabriel is missing.

Sam tries not to let it bother him, because Gabriel had made it clear on Earth that returning to Heaven was something the archangel would not do. Sam tries not to hurt over the fact that not even he was enough reason for Gabriel to return, not even to pay Sam a visit. Sam tries not to think that maybe he wasn’t as important to Gabriel as Gabriel was to him, that Gabriel didn’t love him as much…

Hiding your feelings is harder to do in Heaven than it was on Earth; everyone could see your soul, see how it lit up with happiness, see how it darkened with sadness. Hiding your feelings from an angel was impossible. Castiel sees the dark thoughts roaming in Sam’s mind, sees how his Heaven was not complete.

He lets Dean know where he’s doing before he takes off in search of Gabriel. He knows better than to assume that Gabriel would be in Heaven, so he searches the Earth. It takes a surprisingly short time; Castiel finds Gabriel kneeling before Sam’s gravestone, his head bowed and his eyes closed.

It takes a while, but Castiel finally manages to get through to Gabriel. The archangel steels himself and finally, finally flies back into Heaven. He’s greeted with so many voices, so many angels rejoicing and shocked over his presence in Heaven, but the only one that matters is that choked, cracked voice of Sam’s that rushes out in a disbelieving breath before Sam crashed into him, his arms tight and warm around Gabriel. 

And all Gabriel can do is hug him back and try to talk through his tears, saying over and over again just how sorry he is, but he couldn’t bear seeing Sam in Heaven with Jessica and fuck he was so selfish and wants Sam all to himself, but Sam deserves to have his Heaven and if Gabriel isn’t a part of that then - 

This is when Sam cuts in with a mumbled ‘moron’ against Gabriel’s lips, and he smiles into the gentle kiss he’s giving Gabriel, mouthing the rest of the words that say that wherever Jessica is in Heaven, she is with the Sam from her memories. The Sam Winchester that Jessica remembers isn’t who he is now. 

Right now, Sam kisses Gabriel harder, murmuring how he wants and needs and loves Gabriel, and he knows now that he wants Gabriel for the eternity he spends in Heaven. 

Gabriel had long since disassociated the terms ‘Heaven’ and ‘home.’ But here, kissing Sam, he’s never felt them more connected.

What do you wish I would write?

anonymous asked:

(@ prompt post i sENT YOU LIKE FIVE I'M SORRY YOU DON'T HAVE TO WRITE ALL OF THEM) don't touch me I'm emo

set in my coffeeshop au (this got long and kinda emo so i’m putting it under a read more rip)

dongmin had warned bin, four years ago at the beginning of their relationship that dating an actor might not be easy. acting took up so much time–it was all dongmin could do sometimes to make it to their shared apartment before bin went to sleep for the night. even then, though, he often didn’t make it, and would come home to bin snoring away.

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anonymous asked:

Okay, so I completely understand if this is a little too heavy to write, but can you do something where you first move in with jimin notice his night terrors and he tells you about how he was abused as a child? And he's afraid you'll leave him or laugh so he doesn't want to tell you. I'm half asking because I need reassurance to tell my own bf about what happened to me...

Okay, so this is not a fun one shot or drabble. This person also spoke with me off anon and discussed their story with me and I am very grateful for the chance to be able to be a part of the healing process–no matter how small my  contribution is. 

Obviously, this contains triggering content, so be wary of discussions of child abuse and some self harm

“Baby, I’ve been here a week and we haven’t slept beside each other once,” you stood in the doorway to the living room, rubbing the sleep out of one eye. Jimin offered a sheepish smile, the only light source the television. “I’m just not tired yet,” he responded. “Bullshit,” you giggled, “you were nodding off when I came into the room. Come to bed with me, Jimin.” He was hesitant, getting up off the couch and almost seeming to drag his feet across the floor. Once Jimin was close enough, you wrapped both arms around his neck. “What are you afraid of,” you whispered into his ear, “I don’t bite… unless you’re into that.” You could feel his chuckle more than hear it, then feel him relax.

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