oh i would want to try them on too

Masterlist - Updated 30/4/17

Originally posted by sebastiansource

- read my masterlist here . Please come and let me know your favourites -

Series

Training With Bucky - A series of connected one shots of what’s like to train with Bucky Barnes based off these headcanons here - Part 1

Ficmas - A series of christmas drabbles - Masterlist

Daddy Drabbles - A series of drabbles which detail the adventures of our favourite characters as fathers - Masterlist

100 Kinks - 100 kinky drabbles to celebrate Bucky’s 100th birthday (smut)

Front Line Love - Reader a nurse during WW2 finds herself at the same camp as Bucky. - Part 1, Part 2 (smut)

Riding in cars with boys - A smutty drabble series featuring all our favourite Sebastian Stan characters in cars, so come along for the ride. - Part 1: Carter

Bucky x Reader- Prompt drabbles

“I’m tired of being your secret”/“Sometimes, there is nothing better than some good old-fashioned, no string attached fucking” (SMUT)

“Will you just tell me the truth?”

“You don’t need to protect me”/“Didn’t realise I needed your permission”

“I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear.”

“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..”

Bucky + knives + dirty talk (SMUT)

Under the table at black tie gala (SMUT")

“It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”

“Welcome to fatherhood”

“Stop being so cute”

“How is my wife more badass than me?”

“I’m not buying IKEA furniture again.”

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It’s down to me and you
In this cold and empty room
Forgotten what we’re dieing for
Just tell me what to change
Just tell me what to say
‘Cause I can’t feel it anymore
But why are we so incomplete?
It’s down to you and me
In this cold and empty street
Forgotten what we’re living for
Just tell me what is right
'Cause it’s more than what’s inside
Cause I can’t see it anymore
All I see are kings and thieves

When all I own is just dust and gold
Oooh…
Don’t let go yet
Don’t settle for this
And everything you are…
Why are we so incomplete?
All I own is just dust
Just dust and gold
When all I see are kings and thieves
When all I own is just dust and gold
So rescue me
Rescue me
So rescue me

Arrows to Athens - Dust and Gold

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A fast Marco before the Ouji-Characters will going on ^^ With a LOT of glow and glitter and gold, cause for me, everything looks better with glow/glitter/bling bling :D (I want to have a bit of glitter on me, too :X maybe I would feel me beautiful, too?)

I feel like crying all day since saturday and my body-feeling is like 0. I often catch me that I think about skipping meals to feel better (or less guilty). That sucks. I am really anxious to get in my old bad habbits again… so I try to distract my mind while I doodle like crazy ^^; haha. The last few days I started … 10 or more sketches, after every on of them, I thought “oh no, there is another idea!” and started another one without finishing on of the 9 before @_@. I hope it will only be a short phase of confuse ;) ~

anonymous asked:

I to am obsessed with the idea of werewolf Inquisitor. So werewolf inky takes one of the companions with them on a full moon to keep them company and out of trouble. How would the companions keep a non-violent but very hyper werewolf entertained. (You don't have to do all the companions I know that could be exhausting but I'd like to at least see Sera, Cassandra, Iron bull and Dorian.)

Iron Bull: Wrestling. The Herald agrees not to bite him or otherwise get their mouth anywhere near his skin, and they spar. It’s a fantastic work out for both of them. Come morning, he grins toothily at them. “Oh, man, if you weren’t trying to keep it a secret, I’d have all my men come and spar with you, too. Hell of a workout for all muscles. Would you mind sometime just transforming and doing this again for shits and giggles?”

Sera: She shoots arrows and tells them to go get it. As soon as they retrieve the first one, though, she shakes her head as they try to give it to her. “Nuh-uh,” she refuses, “I’m using old arrows for this; put it down. I don’t need your slobber getting on me; I don’t want to be wolfy like you.” Rinse and repeat.

Blackwall: Fetch! He considers asking Cullen for a trebuchet for extra effect and effort.

Cassandra: Exercise/training regimen time. Cassandra waited until now to work out, and they do it with her.

Dorian: He first tries to project a laser point at the ground to see if they’ll chase it, and they don’t, much to his disappointment. Then he settles for summoning constructs for them to destroy until they get tired.

BONUS: Josephine: It’s an excellent way to get rid of papers she no longer needs. Their claws are built-in paper shredders. “Now that you’re done with that stack,” she says calmly as she drops another stack on the ground, “please help me get rid of these.”

Kidnapped! Prompts

Anonymous said:Got any prompts about the hero being kidnapped?

Anonymous said:Your hero and villain prompts are the best thing. Could I possibly get some prompts about a captured hero who is totally crushing on the villain, who totally knows it?

Anonymous said:Could I please have some prompts for a man who is terribly in love with someone he kidnapped? 

Anonymous said:Good afternoon! Could I get a couple of prompts about the hero and villain having to work together in order to escape a much worse villain who has captured them? 

Anonymous said:Hero capturing the villain and vice Versa prompts? 


1) “Open your eyes.” The villain dragged the hero over to the window, with a vice like grip on their arm. “Open them. Let me show you how beautiful the world looks burning.”


2) “Gotta love the movies,” the villain said. “It makes so many stupid people think that dangerous means chemistry.” They shook their head, laughed. “It makes it all so easy. All you ever have to do is let people believe that they might just be your exception.” 


3) “I’m sorry, I love you.”
“You don’t kidnap people when you love them.” 
“I couldn’t let you die with the rest of them.” 


4) l“For a moment there, I thought you were going to let them have me,” the hero said weakly. “Convenient diversion for your escape, and all that.” They met the villain’s stare - close in their hiding place, bodies pressed together. The tramp of footsteps down the corridor faded away. 
“For a moment there,” the villain murmured. “So did I.”


5) “But you,” the hero laughed. “You are nothing. There are a hundred people who do it just like you and thinks hurting someone makes them god. Give it a couple of years, and despite all your efforts, nobody is even going to remember your name.” 
The villain spat in their face. 
The hero smiled grimly, and straightened, stepping back from the cell. “Enjoy rotting for what you’ve done. Your immortality’s not going to feel so good then.”


6) “You don’t understand - I’m on your side!”
“Nobody’s ever on our side.”


7) “You’ve kidnapped me to an empty restaurant?” the hero raised their brows.
The villain waved their hand and a glassy-eyed server came over to set down drinks and a plate of hors d’oeuvres.
“As if I would be so stupid as to take you to my base so you can have a look around. Isn’t that what you wanted? Besides.” A gleam entered the villain’s eyes as they speared one of the appetizers with their fork and held it across the table. “It’s almost like a date, don’t you think?”
The hero faltered. The villain looked rather too knowing when they said that. 


8) “You’re kidding me,” the villain said flatly. “We don’t have time to rescue all your little friends! Security are going to notice us missing any minute.”
“I’m not leaving without them - and you know you’re not getting anywhere without me. So you want to stand here bickering about it or try and think where your not so bosom-buddy is holding them?”


9) “Oh would you look at that,” the villain drawled. “You got me. Your plan worked. You’re probably more terrified then I am - you don’t have the slightest clue what to do with me now, do you?” 
“I’m sure I’ll figure something out.”


10) “You know, this is kind of an inconvenient time for me. Any chance we can schedule this in for tomorrow instead?”

Anonym hat gesagt:
You draw so well! Can you teach us how to draw in your style? Like head, face, body or something..? Have a nice day, sir!  

heyy!

first of all thanks so much! and aaaa making tutorials is always challenging for me because most of the time i don’t know what i’m doing myself orz, and my steps and approaches vary a lot, but i try to break it down here! kinda

there are a lot of great tutorials for constructing faces and all! i’ll refrain from doing this here now because i would probably end up talking a lot of nonsense T_T but a good thing to do is always looking at references, observe your friend’s and family’s faces and movements and try to bring this in correlation

what i can do is to show you how i approach my scribbles i guess?

this is like… my usual way of doing things here (bigger version):

1 - first step is always a rough idea of what i want, with an accent esp on the eyebrows and nose and a general direction of the face

2 + 3 - most of the time i draw over the rough scribble on the same layer and try to define the expression. the transform tool is my best friend in these steps, because i tend to draw heads and esp upper headparts waayyy too big. this is also the time when i remind myself that it would be great if a body was involved orz…
oh and i use a lot of references here, a picture of the character’s face in an attempt to get the proportions right

4 - outlines on a new layer, add some details here and there. this is the most frustrating step because outlines turn never out like i want them to be 8)

5 - outline layer on multiply + some colors
i posted tutorials on how i usually do this part here and here


i really try to not go into too much detail at the beginning because i get easily stuck either by trying to get a specific expression or getting the proportions right too early? i have the feeling of wasting a lot of time here fumbling around with stuff, and that’s annoying. so yeah try to keep it simple at the beginning

i also highly recommend this tutorial by makani!

i’m really bad at this erhgh, i hope this little insight is at least a tiny little help to you!

Little Do You Know: 2

Pairing: TJ Hammond x fem!Reader 

Story Summary: Soulmate AU. On your 21st birthday, you begin to hear the innermost thoughts of your soulmate. What will happen when your soulmate just so happens to be a drug addict struggling to recover? Did I mention that he may or may not be incredibly gay? 

Warnings: Language, fluff, angst, mentions of suicide, mentions of drugs, i think that’s it.

A/N:`I hope you all enjoy this part, though it is a bit of a slow burn. I’m pretty happy with how these first two parts have turned out, so if you guys like this, maybe I’ll work on a third part. (:


I have to go.”


As you moved out of his hold, one of the tears you’d been harboring slipping out, falling down your cheek as you turned towards the exit again. “Wait, please.. Don’t.” He pleaded, following you, gripping your hand to keep you from leaving when you got too close to the door.

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Don’t Say Anything (End)

Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: just fucking fluff my dude. We need fluff after this emotional rollercoaster DSA put us through. Also warning if you don’t support having a kid before getting married I guess? Fun fact: My parents aren’t married at all but they’ve been together for 18 years (crazy, I’m 17) and my momma had me when she was 19. Idk why I’m telling you this alright goodbye

A/N: Why do I always put an authors note even when it isn’t necessary? It’s a mystery to me. Anywaysssss It’s over! Thank you so much for sticking with me throughout this series, I hope you absolutely loved it! Heartbreaking fics is what I do best I guess. Alrighty well finish reading this shit and tell me what ya this overall :)

9 years later

Bucky wakes up to the sound of giggling and the smell of bacon being cooked. He let out a grunt and stretched, looking over and checking the time on his clock. 9:15 AM. With a huff (because quite honestly, he didn’t want to get out of bed) he stood up and immediately saw the papers sticking to his metal arm by the help of some magnets. He smiled, taking them off and looking them over. There were 2.

One of the papers had ‘I love you daddy’ written on it with hearts while the other had a stick figure drawing of 5 people all smiling. This made Bucky smile even more, knowing exactly who pinned the papers to his arm. He pulled the magnets off and walked downstairs, heading straight to the kitchen where he saw you and his three kids.

Your first child was named Rosalyn. Rosalyn Winnifred Barnes. She wasn’t necessarily a mistake - god no - but she was unplanned. You and Bucky had only been dating for 3 years when you got pregnant with Rosalyn. It was a surprise for both of you. Her middle name, obviously named after Bucky’s mother. You remember his reaction when you suggested it.

After many long hours in labor, you had finally given birth to a beautiful baby girl. You were sat up on the bed, pen in hand as you filled out the form the nurse had passed on to you. You and Bucky had agreed on the name Rosalyn but when you came across ‘middle name’ you turned to the super soldier who was in the middle of doing skin-to-skin with your little bundle of joy.

“Buck.” you say softly. His blue eyes find yours and he smiles. “We never discussed a middle name.”

He pouted, looking down at his daughter who was sleeping soundly in his arms. “Hmm.. Delilah? What do you like?”

Your eyes go down to your daughter and you smile before locking eyes with Bucky. “How about Winnifred?”

The ex assassin’s eyes soften and gloss over with tears at the mention of his mothers name. “Really?”

“Yes, really. It’s a beautiful name.” you nod.

Bucky sniffled, quickly wiping away a stray tear. “It is.” his eyes travel down to the baby. “Rosalyn Winnifred Barnes. I love it.”


Your second child was named Olive Natalia Barnes. You had her a year into yours and Bucky’s marriage. She was a stubborn little thing; didn’t want to come out so the doctor had to induce your labor. Olive was a little sassy thing (I mean for Pete’s sake she rolled her eyes at Bucky!). She reminded you of Natasha, hence her middle name. Upon hearing the news about Olive’s middle name, the red head cried. A lot.

The doctor finally let you have visitors but only two at a time and the first two people through that door were Steve and Natasha. They made their way to the foot of the hospital bed and smiled at you.

“Hey Y/N,” Steve was the first to speak. “How’re you feeling?”

You give him a smile. “Sore, but I’ll manage.”

The blonde chuckles before moving over to his best friend leaving Natasha who had migrated beside you.

“You look like shit.” the red head comments and you laugh.

“Thanks Nat, just what I needed.”

“Hey, what kind of best friend would I be if I didn’t tell the truth?” you laugh again. “When can you go home?”

“They want me to stay one more day.” you respond and Natasha nods.

“Seems reasonable.” her eyes drift over to Olive who was wide awake. “And who’s this little one?” she cooed.

You smile. “This is Olive.” you carefully hand her over to Natasha.

“What, no middle or last name mom and dad?” she joked, keeping her eyes on the baby.

You look over at Bucky who smirked and that’s just what you needed before you turned back to Natasha. “Natalia. Olive Natalia Barnes.”

Her eyes snap up to meet yours, flickering between you and Bucky. “Oh my god.”

Her eyes fill with tears as she starred down at your baby girl.

“Do you like it?” Bucky questioned when all you could hear was her crying.

“Buck and I think it suits her. She rolled her eyes at him earlier. Reminded me of you.” you add with a smile, watching the two bond.

Natasha lets out a laugh and wipes away her tears. “I love it.” she says. Olive wraps her tiny hand around Nat’s finger. “I love it so much.”


Your last and final child was named Steven Christopher Barnes. You had him four years into your marriage. Bucky chose his name; naming him after his best friend. In all the years you’ve known Steve, you’ve never seen him cry. That was until the day Bucky told him what his nephews name was.

The doctor allowed visitors two at a time, just like last time with Olive. Again, Natasha and Steve were the first two to come in. Bucky was holding your son, rocking him back and forth in his arms.

“Alright, kid number three, let’s get this show on the road.” Nat joked as she sat in the extra chair beside you.

You lean your head back and smile.

“How was it? The birth, I mean.” Steve asked as he stood next to Bucky.

“God, by far the easiest.” you respond causing both Natasha and Steve to laugh. “He just slipped right out like a waterslide.” you imitated a waterslide with your hands and mouth and Bucky chuckled.

“Wow really?” the red head questioned.

“Mhm. They told me to push, I did and he was out like that.” you snap.

“Wow..” she murmured. “Oh hey are you fine… down there?”

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“Well with Rose you… ripped… down there and then Olive did the same thing. Did it happen this time?” she questioned.

“Nat, do you see how big my son is?” you gesture over to Bucky. Steven has been your smallest child - in a healthy way of course, he was perfectly healthy.

“Ah, okay, I’m taking that as a no.” she nods.

The two men chuckle and you advert your eyes over to them.

“What’s the little guy’s name?” Steve questioned, peering down at your son.

“Do you want to hold him?” Bucky asked as he stood up.

“Yeah, of course.” the blonde nods. Bucky passes Steven to his friend who cradles the little bundle safely.

Bucky smiles at the sight. “His name’s Steven. Steven Christopher Barnes.”

When the super soldier looked up, his eyes were threatened with tears. “You named him after me?”

“Yeah. You’re the most caring, inspiring, brave, kind-hearted person I know and I only hope my son will turn out like you. You’re a good man, Steve. I’m proud to call you my best friend.” Bucky tells him.

Steve lets out a small sob as he gently hands Steven over to you before engulfing his best friend in a tight hug. “Thank you, Buck.” he cried into the brunettes shoulder. “I love it.”


“What are you lovely ladies doing?” he asked playfully. Steven makes a noise from his highchair. “Oh, and gentleman.”

“We’re helping mommy with breakfast!” your six year old, Rosalyn replied with a smile.

“Daddy, daddy! Did you see my drawing?” your four year old, Olive asked, jumping off the chair she was sitting in and running over to Bucky.

He squats down to her level. “I did and I loved it, doodles.”

Olive smiled and wrapped her arms around her father. Bucky calls her doodles because she loves to draw. He picks her up in his arms before striding over to the fridge. Using the two magnets, he pins the papers to the fridge before making his way over to you.

“Morning baby.” he spoke.

“Morning.” you look at him and smile only for Bucky to capture your lips in a kiss. Rosalyn and Olive let out strings of ‘ew’ and Bucky pulls away, chuckling.

“What are you saying ‘ew’ to?” he questioned, holding Olive tightly as he rounded the counter to Rosalyn.

“You and mommy kissed.” Rosalyn scrunched up her nose.

“What’s wrong with kissing?” he was now standing in front of her.

“It’s nasty!” Olive cuts in and Rosalyn nods in agreement.

Bucky smirked. “Oh really? So how would you feel if I.. kissed you!” he grabs Rosalyn and began peppering kisses on both her and Olive. They laughed, trying to get away from him but of course failed. He didn’t let them go until one year old Steven shouted ‘daddy’.

Moving away from the girls, he walked over to Steven who sat in his highchair, eating. “What? Why’re you yelling at me?”

The toddler giggles and raises his arms in the air, making grabbing motions.

“You want up?” Bucky asked and Steven nods. “Well too bad. Eat your food.”

Bucky turns away but looks over his shoulder only to see Steven’s lip quivering, getting ready to cry. He immediately turns back to his son and kneels down. “Oh no baby I was just kidding, come here.”

He lifts Steven out of his highchair and cradles him to his chest as he swayed back and forth.

You put the last piece of bacon on a plate before taking it over to the table, passing Bucky and Steven. After setting the plate down, you turn to your husband and son. “Oh my baby, what happened amorcito?” you coo and Steven lifts his head off of Bucky’s shoulder to look at you. He’s pouting, lip quivering even though he was perfectly fine when Bucky picked him up. “Is daddy being mean?”

The one year old nods and you softly run your fingers through his hair with a pout. Bucky rubs Steven’s back and kisses his cheek. “I’m sorry, bug.”

After a minute or two, Bucky puts Steven back in his highchair before sitting down as well, ready to eat.


You and your family make it to Tony’s new and improved Stark Tower (Tony’s request). Upon entering the living room, you see that everyone was already there.

“Hey.” you greet first, Steven in your arms while Bucky held Rosalyn and Olive’s hands.

They all turn their heads towards you and smile. “Hey guys.”

“Auntie Nat!” Olive shouted, pulling her hand from Bucky’s and running over to Natasha.

“Hey doodles, what’s crackin’?” the red head placed Olive on her lap.

“The bones of my enemies.” the four year old responds and you shake your head.

“Ah, I’ve taught you well.” Natasha high fives her.

Rosalyn slips away from Bucky’s grasp and makes her way over to Wanda and Vision.

“Hi aunt Wanda.” Rosalyn smiled.

“Hey Rose.” Wanda grinned, making room for the six year old to sit.

“Hi Vis.” Rosalyn waved.

Vision nods his head. “Hello, Rosalyn.”

Rose gets comfy. “Can you tell me about outer space?”

“Why yes,” he smiled. “What would you like to know?”

You tear your gaze away from the two when Steve comes towards you, arms outstretched. “Gimme.”

You smile, handing him Steven who hugs Steve tightly. “Hey buddy.” he chuckled. You watch him walk back to Sam and Clint and you scoff.

“The asshole didn’t even say hi to me. No ‘how’re you doing’ or ‘hi Y/N - Nothing!” you say.

Bucky chuckled. “He’s attached at the hip with Steven. Those two are hard to separate.”

You playfully roll your eyes. “Tell me about it.”

At that moment, Bruce walks up to the two of you, a water bottle in hand. “Hey guys.”

“Bruce! You’re back!” Bucky exclaimed, hugging the doctor.

“Yeah, I’m back.” he laughed as they pulled away.

“For good?” you question.

Bruce smiles, knowing why you’re asking. “Yeah, for good.” he then turns to look at Natasha who was busy with Olive. “It’s about time I stop running away from the good things in my life.”

You grin and Bruce turns back to you. “Anyways I should get going, I’m surprised Tony hasn’t called me-”

“Bruce!” Tony’s voice cut off the doctor.

Bruce chuckled. “I spoke too soon. See you guys later.” and with that, he disappeared into the backyard.

Bucky set the diaper bag down near the wall just as Thor walked up to you. “James, Y/N!”

“Thor!” you shout, wrapping your arms around him. He gives you a bone crushing hug. Literally. He cracked your back.

“How is everything? The kids?” he asked.

“Everything’s good, the kids are good.” you nod over to where they are.

“And the baby..” he trails off.

“Steven.” you nod.

“Ah, you named him Steven.”

You let out a laugh. “Thor, I was not going to name him what you suggested.”

Bucky wraps his arm around your waist, a thing he usually does for no reason.

Thor touches his chest dramatically. “What’s wrong with Asgardian Warrior Barnes?”

“Everything!” you chuckle.

“It would have been perfect for him. He could have been a warrior for Asgard.” he responds.

“Uncle Thor!” the voice of Olive rips through the air.

“Yes, my green Olive-” Thor turns around with a smile but it is immediately wiped away when he sees Olive holding his hammer with no struggle at all. Suddenly everyone’s eyes are on her.

“Uncle Tony tripped over your hammer so I brought it to you.” she smiled, lifting it up. Thor takes it.

“Right.. Uh…” he clears his throat, looking around the room at everyone who was watching. “Thank you Olive.”

She nods and walks back to Natasha while everyone pondered what just happened. Four year old Olive just picked up Thor’s hammer. Holy fuck.

“Right…” Thor says again. “I’m just gonna… go see if Tony needs help.”

And he was gone. Sam was the first to break the silence, laughing his ass off. “Hey Bucky, your kid is worthy.”

“Can it, Sam.” Bucky chuckled and just like that, everything was back to normal. You look around the room, frowning when you don’t see Pietro even though you knew he was away on a solo mission. You missed your best friend.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about, baby doll?” Bucky questioned.

“Pietro.” you sighed. “I miss him.”

“I know baby,” he sighed, kissing your forehead. “He’ll be back next week.”

“I know.” you lean into him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You let out a deep sigh, watching your kids smile and laugh with your friends. It was a wonderful sight.

“Hey Y/N.” Bucky murmured softly and you pull away slightly, enough to look at him.

“Yeah?”

The brunette smiled. “Thank you,” he says. “For giving me a chance all those years ago. For marrying me. For giving me three beautiful children. Thank you.”

It’s your turn to smile. “I love you, Bucky.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” he responds and your lips meet in a kiss. “And maybe we can get Nat or Steve to watch the kids tonight so we can…” he trails off while his thumbs rubs circles on your side.

“How long has it been since we’ve had sex?” you question.

“Six months.”

You groan before looking around. Olive was with Natasha, Rosalyn was listening to Vision talk about outer space and Steve was sitting on the floor with Steven and Sam, Legos sprawled out before them. You look back at Bucky.

“Who says we have to wait till tonight?” you smirk.

“Are you suggesting we-”

“Yup.” you nod. “My old room is upstairs and I know for a fact that it’s empty.”

“Naughty, naughty.” the soldier smirked before glancing around to make sure no one was watching. “Let’s go.” and with a squeeze to your hip, the two of you enter the elevator.

Some things never change.


A/N: I don’t know if you guys read my end-of-the-chapter authors notes but if you do holy fUck this was 2617 words and it’s 5:39 AM and I’ve watched Wreck-It Ralph a total of 5 times while writing this. Anyways it’s the end! Tell me what ya think!

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“I Like It Rough” Reaction

Requested: can I get a reaction to where NCT127 (minus Mark and Haechan but plus Johnny and Hansol) to where you’re dating and they find out that you like it “rough”. Thank you ❤️

A/N: ahhhhh- I really battled with how to make them find out, but this was the result.
P.S.: I made it revolve around dating, but haven’t done it together….yet. [awkward]



Taeil:

Originally posted by officialkerohu

Taeil would grow a bit worried, suddenly unsure if he could meet your desires. He’d want to probe for more questions, curious as to what ‘rough’ included exactly, but he’d be too awkward to ask.
“Oh, that’s nice.”


Yuta:

Originally posted by yonges

Yuta would smile, encouraged you were able to tell him such an intimate thing. He’d in turn tell you his thoughts, ultimately agreeing with you, hopeful to try it out.


Taeyong:

Originally posted by trainingpanda

Taeyong would grow a little flustered, unsure how to react. He’d like it obviously, but wouldn’t know what to do when before you, your directness leaving him struck.


Jaehyun:

Originally posted by taenebre

*sly Jaehyun activated*
Jaehyun would be a sly little shit, his soft lips forming into a sly smirk. He’d definitely take your confession as a hint, becoming a bit more handsy.
“I’ll remember that.”


WinWin:

Originally posted by sichengz

[omg] Sicheng would begin to feel a little anxious, confused if you were hinting at wanting to sleep together or if you were just telling him a fun fact.
“Why are you telling me this?” *blushes*


Hansol:

Originally posted by hansoulji

Hansol would be surprised by your forwardness, unable to contain his laughter.
*muffled* “Oh my god-”
He’d eventually calm down, smiling endearingly.


Johnny:

Originally posted by trainingpanda

Johnny would be very much pleased.
“Bless.”   

And the winner is...

Gif’s not mine!

Fandom: The Hobbit
Pairing: The Company x reader, Thorin x reader at the end
Genres: humor,fluff
Words: 1.559
Summary: based on and imagine “Imagine always cooking and taking care of the Company all the time and them deciding who should ask you out” - requested by Anonymous

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TF2 Go character selection screen.

No one ever picks Bidwell

Only You (Andre Burakovsky)

Anonymous said:

Can I get an Andre burakovsky imagine because he just broke his hand? Like his gf is comforting him because he has to miss a month of playing time or something? Thanks!

Anonymous said:

Can you do a cute andre burakovsky please

Word count: 1297

Originally posted by thornescratch


Andre’s hockey games were some of your favorite events to go to. You were a hockey fan before you had started dating Andre, but there was just something different about being able to cheer your boyfriend on at his job. Plus, celebrating wins was just a little bit sweeter when it was Andre’s win you were celebrating. You always sat right up against the glass so that Andre would always be able to glance up and see you, a little superstition from the early days of your relationship. Tonight was no different. You sit through against the glass and take dumb SnapChats of Andre warming up, sending them to his phone to make him laugh, one of his favorite ways to unwind after the game.

As the game starts, you fall into the role of hockey girlfriend, cheering Andre on fiercely and yelling at the refs whenever they make a dumb call (which, in your opinion, is most of the time). The first period is almost over, the Red Wings leading 2-1, when it happens.

Every significant other of an athlete has the fear that their athlete is going to be horribly injured while playing. Everyone’s heard the horror stories of a check gone wrong, with one person’s spinal cord being severed. Even when Andre would get checked and go down for a split second, you would still jump up, frantically watching to make sure he’s okay. Most of the time, he’s fine. Tonight, however, it’s the exact opposite.

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Silicon Valley SD

Going to be a long post….

Met him a month ago on SA, went out for a 6 hours meet and greet (wrote about it somewhere in this blog). And we have been keeping in touch since then, messages here and there everyday (no, he hasn’t start giving me any allowance but I still talk to him anyways). Fast forward to May, he dropped by my city again and this time we got more intimate.

Stayed with him in his place the first night but I wasn’t feeling too well, and he didn’t force anything on me. Next day during breakfast I told him I wasn’t sure where the arrangement is leading, hence I was also unsure about getting intimate with him the night before. (It’s bullshit actually, I just told him that I have problems compartmentalising my feelings, and I tend to like the person more after I go to bed with them. So I want to be sure he wants to take care of me in a long term basis and if it’s a one time thing I rather we stay friends, lol, yea and he bought that crap, he said I’m different from the other girls he met on the site and he has good feeling about this arrangement/relationship, lolololol)

I didn’t tell him specifically how much I need, but after the talk during the breakfast, he dropped me 1000usd in an envelope before he went on his business meeting. At this point, we have not gotten intimate at all. But we did later that night.

Anyways, i stayed 3 nights with him, and he’s been very sweet and nice. He was really careful not to wake me every morning when he make his business calls and he brought back croissant for my breakfast the last day because he knows I can’t get up and the bakery will be close by noon. Booked me for spa when he was away too. All sweet, but obviously 1000 is not enough for me, so I told him that he should reciprocate on the last day, then he finally asked me how much I want, told him 2000 is ideal for a month, enough for me when he’s away.

Played dumb and told him I thought money wasn’t an issue, so I didn’t demand a fixed amount but I thought he would at least take care of my basic necessities for each month. 😬(well I played this way, because I know he is capable of giving more, I went out with him the past few days with his board members, and he easily spent 1000 on a dinner and another 1000 on drinks/entertainment, so what’s 2000 a month for him?)

So before he left, he chucked another 600usd in my bag and told me he didn’t have enough cash this time but he will give me more the next month when he is in town. Oh well.. we will see.. I didn’t want to push him too much and sound like a gold digger.

This is something new for me, because in the past I would bring up the allowance talk prior to the arrangement. Also, last time I wasn’t too keen in wasting my time maintaining a relationship with someone who hasn’t give me anything. All the texting and talking are really not my thing to begin with, but I realised if you try to be their friends, it’s more difficult for them to say no on helping you later, by all means allowance or favour. Sort of like guilt tripping them, because you have been nothing but nice and kind to them. Haha. No matter what, act the opposite of a gold digger would and always be super (overreact) appreciative of them.


PS: English is not my mother tongue, so I apologise for all the loud grammar errors. 🙈I’m too lazy to edit this, just writing down whatever came across my mind.

I’m feeling a bit nostalgic all of sudden, so what do I do? Right! Headcanon coming right up!

Imagine that somewhere in the future, years and years from now, Izuku is no longer the teenager he is now. He’s a grown man, a top hero, and has taken up the work his mentor has passed onto him – he is not a lone pillar like All Might once was, because there are other young heroes (mostly Class 1-A) right beside him, working together with him, but unofficially, the citizens talk about the hero “Deku” being the new Number One. It is as if All Might has come back, even stronger than before, some say.

One day, Toshinori is walking down the street, sunglasses perched on his nose, a hat drawn in deep to hide his features. People nowadays don’t make a fuss over him when they happen to recognize him, not anymore, but there are still a lot of All Might supporters out there. Whenever he doesn’t feel like getting too much attention, he disguises himself just enough to pass as a normal citizen.

Which he is, now. No hero, just a normal person coming back from buying groceries for lunch. 

It doesn’t bother him anymore. There are others who do his old job now, and he can safely say that they are doing a fabulous job at it.

 

But still… as he tilts his head back in order to stretch his aching neck a bit, his gaze lands on a poster. It’s colourful, slogan plastered over it, and a familiar mop of green hair is to be seen on it.

“Hero Deku – The movie! Coming soon!” it reads in big, bold letters.

Toshinori stops in his walk and reads it again. He has seen such posters often already. Deku’s face greets him everywhere he goes – pictures in newspapers, in commercials, action figures lining racks at the supermarket. It grins at him from T-Shirt that young Deku-fanboy’s and fangirls wear, proudly presenting their hero to the world.

Their hero.

Suddenly, the realization crushes down on Toshinori. Izuku… Izuku is a hero now. No, he is the hero, even more famous and stronger than All Might once was.

Izuku has reached his goal, fulfilled his dream.

A memory flashes before Toshinori’s inner eye – a shy, tense boy, nearing tears, asking him loudly and with a waver in his voice

“Can someone without a quirk become a hero like you?!”

A wide smile blooms on Toshinori’s face, warm affection and pride flooding him, letting tears well up in his eyes. Chuckling to himself, he pushes his sunglasses onto his forehead, rubbing at his eyes with the ball of his free hand. “Yeesh. I’m getting sentimental in my old age.”

There is a quick breathe next to him, before a high, breathless voice chirps from around his knees. “Are you All Might?”

Toshinori blinks the last tears back and looks down. There is a little boy standing next to him, big round eyes staring up at him reverently, little chubby fists clutching a familiar action figure painted mostly in green.

“Why, you’re right my boy,” Toshinori shifts and gets down on one knee in order to be on eye-level with the little one. A smile tugs at his lips. “I really used to be All Might.”

The boy’s eyes go even bigger, a feat that should have been impossible, and a wide, toothy grin spreads on the round face. “That’s so cool! You’re the real All Might!”

Toshinori laughs at that, hoarse but honest. The excitement reminds him of another fanboy…

“Did you really train Deku?”

The laugh trails off, turning into chuckles before Toshinori quieted completely, smiling nostalgically.

Once, he had been recognized for his deeds as All Might. Now, he was recognized as Deku’s teacher.

It made him feel ready to burst with pride, warmth swelling in his chest.

“Yes, I did,” he pats the boy’s head gently, chuckling at the happy squeak that gets him. “You’re well informed, young man.”

The grin widens even more, and the boy hops up and down in excitement, the Deku-figurine pressed to his chest. “I know everything about Deku! He’s my hero!”

“Is he now?”

“Yes! I want to be just like him when I grow up!”

Toshinori hums, half-listening as the boy rambles on, listing up feats that Deku has done, and why he thinks that Deku is the coolest hero out of all of them. All the while, Toshinori slips one hand into the pocket of his hoodie and pulls out his phone, trying to catch a glimpse of the time.

Already five minutes late.

He will probably be worried by now, he muses, amusement and the beginning of an idea flickering through him.

“My boy.”

The little one stops, excited expression shifting into a mixture of embarrassment and worry. “O-Oh! Sorry, um, I know I always talk too much…”

“Not at all,” Toshinori calms him, smiling slightly. “But I wanted to know: What would you say if you accompany me for a bit? There is someone I would like you to meet.”

“Someone…?” for a second, the boy frowns, contemplating, before he beams again. After all, it is All Might he is talking with. “Okay!”

Toshinori gets up again, silently cursing his cracking knees – he really was getting old – gathering his grocery bags and resuming his walk. The boy kept up with his slow steps easily, hopping all the while, talking and talking and talking.

It brought a grin to Toshinori’s face. Fanboys were always the same, it seemed.

They turned the last corner, Toshinori’s home in sight right before them, as someone called out, “There you are! Yeesh, I was already getting worried here!”

The boy stopped hopping, basically freezing in spot, as a tall, green-haired man appeared right in front of them. He was huge, at least for the boy, only an inch or so smaller than All Might himself, broad shoulders hidden underneath a wide shirt reading “All M”

Toshinori just hummed, fumbling for his keys. “Hello to you too, my boy.”

The other snorted, shaking his head. “That’s all? Please call me next time when you’re late. The last time you didn’t show up in time, it was because you had run into another villain incident.”

“Bad luck. And you bailed me out from it easily,” Toshinori rumbled, shoving the younger aside gently in order to reach the door. “Stop pampering an old man like me, will you?”

“Never. And don’t call yourself old” in a gesture not very fitting for a grown man, the younger stuck his tongue out at the blond, getting punched lightly in the shoulder for it.

Only then did the man notice that his former teacher had company. Green eyes blinked as they locked onto the frozen little boy who was staring up at him in wonder. “Oh? Who is…?”

“You’re Deku!” the little boy breathed reverently, even more fascinated by the fact that his hero was standing in front of him than he had been by the sight of All Might himself.

“Um. Yes?” A sheepish smile appeared on Izuku’s face as he scratched the back of his head. “Hello there!”

“You’re really, really Deku!”

“Ummmm…” Izuku’s gaze shifted from the excited little fanboy towards his mentor, helpless, silently saying Help, I’m overwhelmed.

Toshinori barely managed to bite back a snort, shoulders shaking with laughter. “Izuku, meet your number one fanboy.”

“I’m Taiki!” The boy was beaming now, eyes ablaze with happiness at the sight of his idol. “And you’re the coolest hero ever!”

“Eh?” Izuku’s smile was more relaxed now. He was familiar with the excitement one felt when meeting his idol, after all. “That’s a very nice thing of you to say, Taiki, thank you.”

“Oh, oh! Can I have your autograph? Please? That would be so great!”

“Of course you can. Wait, I do have a pen somewhere…”

 

Toshinori stopped in the open door, leaning against the doorframe as he watched his student and Taiki. Izuku had crouched down in front of the boy, signing the offered notebook (“I read on the internet that you used to take notes of everything, Deku!” – “I still do that, actually.”)

Another warm, overwhelming feel of pride wells up inside the blond, and he can feel himself smiling softly.

Izuku catches that, lifting an eyebrow. “What?”

“Hmmm?”

“You’re smiling at me.”

“Can’t I be proud of my boy?” Toshinori gives back easily.

Izuku’s expression changes into something bright, happy, warm, and he smiles widely.

Toshinori clears his throat, pushing himself off from the doorframe. “Well, I should get started on lunch, I guess.”

Taiki’s smile falls, and he looks up from the autograph he had just admired. “Oh. Should I…?”

“You,” Izuku interrupted him softly, “Should try and call your parents to ask if you can stay for lunch.”

It takes a moment for the words to sink in, but then, Taiki’s whole face lights up. “Really?!”

“M-hm,” Izuku’s gaze flickers over to his mentor quickly, before he mock-whispers “Toshi- All Might always cooks too much, you know. He thinks I would starve otherwise.”

“I do not,” Toshinori admonishes from where he is kicking of his shoes already. “I know your mother. She would never let you starve.”

“Still not sure about that!” Izuku quips back, laughing, before he turns to his young fanboy again. “What do you think, Taiki?”

The boy’s face is almost splitting under his big grin. “I will call them!”

Toshinori watches, smiling, as the young fanboy scrambles to call his parents, while Izuku waits at the doorstep patiently.

Yes. Izuku really has come a long way.

Izuku looks over his shoulder, catching Toshinori smiling absentmindedly again, and he laughs at his mentor happily. “I still can’t believe that I have fanboys now! That’s so awesome!”

 

Toshinori blinks, shaking his head, grinning back.

But some things would never change.

 

“You’re too modest, Izuku.”

Juice Ortiz Journals

A/N: Request from @wiild-nirvanaaa
Juice drops Abel off to preschool for a week, finding himself attracted to Abel’s teacher. Shenanigans ensue. I had so much fun writing this, I hope you like it, lovely! No warnings :)


Monday, 12th February, 10:00am, convenience store parking lot

Dear diary,

Just met my future wife. She is made of sunshine and I’m already in love with her.

I got asked to take Abel to school this morning because everyone was busy. I thought I could just drop him off and head back to TM but I’m now lovesick, humiliated and eating a box of shame donuts in the carpark of the convenience store.
Why did I think it was a good idea to tell his teacher, Miss Jones, that I was available? She only asked me where Jax and Tara were, and I told her they were busy with work this week and needed a hand getting Abel to school. That would have been enough, but then she asked me for my name. I said, and I quote, “Mr Single & Ready to Mingle”.
I should have told her I was “Mr Idiot and Desperate.” That would have been more accurate.
Thankfully she laughed and I had a moment to recover when she said I could call her Max. I told her she could call me Juice, and managed not to say she could “call me anytime”.

Oh God, I’ve eaten five donuts and now I have “Me & Mrs Jones” stuck in my head.
I’m going to have to move towns now. Excommunicate myself from SAMCRO. They’d never let me transfer as a Nomad once they hear about this, they’ll all be dead from laughter. 

Monday, 10:00pm, still thinking about my secret shame

Maybe I can get Happy to mercy kill me, as a favour.

Tuesday, 13th February, 1:00pm, TM Garage, hiding under a car pretending to work

Dear diary,

Had to take Abel again today. Jax asked if it would be alright if I took Abel to school all week, and because I’m a glutton for punishment, I said yes.
Max didn’t say anything about my misfortune of tongue yesterday, so I assumed she must be some sort of angel. She sure looks like one.
Brown, wavy hair, pretty pale skin, and she smiles a lot. Not like, mentally deranged, unblinking smiling. Genuine smiling, blinking the right amount. It turns me in to an idiot.

Not an idiot like that time I fed that dog meth and it bit Tig’s behind, just an idiot where my brain doesn’t brain anymore and my mouth doesn’t mouth anymore.
I told her I would be dropping off Abel all week. As I was leaving she asked me to remind Jax and Tara to send a paint shirt in with Abel tomorrow as they were painting Valentine’s Day cards.
I said I would let them know, and if they needed someone to come play Cupid, I looked great in a diaper. She laughed and I’m pretty sure it was because she thought it was funny, and not because she was scared of me and was trying to keep me pacified.
I mean, I did look fetching in a diaper, but it’s not something you say to any sane person you were trying to impress.
Then again, I’m not sane, but I only ate 3 shame donuts today, so that’s a win.

Wednesday, 14th February, 11:15am, clubhouse

Dear diary,

I’ve never felt more ashamed in my life. 

I felt like the universe was sending me a sign that since Max hadn’t called the authorities on me for my performance the last few days, it meant that she liked me. I figured that since it was Valentine’s Day, I would make a small, sweet gesture. If she liked it, then it would confirm my suspicions and I would ask her out the next morning.
It pains me to recount this, diary, but you have to take the good with the bad. You don’t have triumphs without trials. When you go through hell, just keep going. If ‘plan A’ doesn’t work, there’s 25 other letters in the alphabet.

When did you become a writer for Hallmark, Juicy Boy? - Chibs

Still Wednesday, 11:35am, locked in the clubhouse bathroom, Chibs swearing at me through the door

Just beat Chibs over the head with my journal and now I’m hiding out so I have some privacy to write about my pain without being killed.

So I decided to compose a poem for Max to tell her how much I liked her without actually telling her to her face. Because if I’ve learnt anything, someone can’t reject you if you’re not there to hear it. You just avoid any area of town they happen to frequent and pretend like nothing happened.
I taught the poem to Abel, rehearsing it in the car all evening while he was eating dinner and on the way to school in the car. Jax and Tara had invited me over to thank me for helping with Abel.
Jax thought it was weird that I was getting his kid to be my wingman, but Tara thought it was cute, and we all know who the real genius in that relationship is.
(Hint, it’s not that blond ferret.)

It was game time, Abel had repeated the poem perfectly to me and I had given him a copy of it written down in case he got stage fright. I was just gonna get him to give her the note, but I thought it was more romantic coming from the kid.
On the note I had put “Wanna get dinner this Friday night? Yes/No”. Abel just had to give it over to her and bring it back with her answer.
Instead of walking him right up to the room, I hung back a little. I would go unnoticed, but I stood close enough to the door that I could hear. He must have gotten stage fright, because he just grabbed the note and gave it straight to her. I waited, watching as Max opened the note, ready to pat myself on the back.
Instead, she scrunched up her face, signature smile completely gone. Max looked up, searching for me, and came over.
“Juice, I’m sorry, but this is frankly immature. And having Abel deliver this for you is grossly inappropriate. If anything like this happens again, I’ll be reporting it.”
Before I had the chance to say anything, she turned and walked in to the classroom.

I walked out of the school and got in the car, so confused as to what went wrong. I hadn’t gone with the dirty limerick Chibs had taught me, so when I opened the note, I was shocked to see that it was something all together different than the one I had intended to pass on.
It was a crude stick figure drawing, of both myself and Max in a very R-rated position. I had to congratulate the artist, for their accuracy of my mohawk and tattoos on a stick figure, but deduct points for the over-exaggeration of Miss Jones’ breasts.

After my shock had worn off, I realised who had done it. Jax. He was the only Son who knew of my plan.
The betrayal cut deep, and I sped away from the school to the store, buying a pint of Ben & Jerry’s, dipping my shame donuts in to my shame ice cream. 
If it wasn’t going to cause my untimely death, I would have gone to the clubhouse and murdered our prez right then and there.
Instead, I stuck his hand in a bowl of warm water while he napped on the couch in the clubhouse. Take that, Pisspants Teller.

Wednesday, 11:42am, still locked in the clubhouse toilet, Chibs and now Jax swearing at me through the door.

This is my home now. I’m never getting out of here alive. Worth it.

Thursday, 15th February, 5:15pm, my room, clubhouse

Dear diary,

There is literally no greater romantic genius than myself.

I managed to get out of the bathroom, relatively unscathed. I’m on bathroom cleaning duties for a week, but I’ll get a prospect to do it.

I went to the hospital to visit Tara to get some romantic advice. I told her about what happened, and after Tara called and scolded Jax for 15 minutes, she told me that she would be happy to call the school and speak to Max to explain.
I told her how kind it was, but I wouldn’t want poor Abel to have to leave the school because his father is a sadist.
Tara said that I could go tomorrow with Abel to explain myself, and she was certain that flowers and the temptation of a romantic, quiet dinner at a small restaurant was sure to work.

Today, diary, I would make my final grand gesture before giving up on love.
I woke up and drove over to Clay and Gemma’s house early in the morning to swipe a few bunches of flowers from Gemma’s garden. I wanted fresh flowers but the store didn’t open until 8:30.
I went before the sun came up so I wouldn’t be busted. Gemma would have killed me, but that was a risk I was willing to take in the name of love.

I picked up Abel and we drove to the school. I made sure to congratulate Abel on his successful mission yesterday, because even though his father is a treacherous hot mess crapbag, the kid did good. I wasn’t going to be the one responsible for his potential future self esteem issues just because his dad is a-

Come on, Juice, the picture was hilarious. Also, don’t cuss me out in your little diary, I am your prez and I can put you on bathroom duties for two weeks if I want. - Jax

As I was saying, I drove my hilarious, majestic, king-like friend’s heir to his place o’ learnin’. We got to the classroom, and Max’s face was one of slight disappointment, but she seemed to be a lot calmer than the previous morning.
This is how it went down.

Juice: Max, before you say anything, let me apologise for yesterday. I don’t want to name names, but the person behind the note you received thought that by giving you theirs instead of the one I had prepared, they would display wit and humour. Please forgive him, as I have. His mother didn’t hug him enough. If you w-

Ortiz, you’re full of shit. Abel told me you begged her to forgive you and you asked her out to McDonalds, you tight arse. You’ve been hanging out with Happy too often. Oh, and you’re on toilet duty for a month. I told the prospects to tell me if you try get them to do it. - Jax

Oh my God, Jax, get out of my room!! I didn’t ask her to McDonalds, you redneck! I asked her to the burger joint on Main Street. I wanted to keep it simple, so there was no pressure and we had a comfortable place to get to know each other.

But she already knows you’re a twat. What else could she possibly need to know? - Chibs

Well you can both go screw yourselves, she said yes, that I was sweet and we’re going out tomorrow night. Success!

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Barnes’ Books - chapter 3

I’m enjoying this, but writing it this fast (I’m also being a mum today and so on obviously!) does I’m sure mean it’s all a load of tripe and full of errors too. Sorry! x

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I guess I’m expecting a phone call that night, or the next morning, so I’m on edge. After I left the message, I fed Steve, locked up and went home, but I couldn’t sleep well, kept waking up, thinking I’d heard the phone ring. It didn’t though, laying silent and useless.

The next morning I went back to the hospital, glad for the first time that I was out of work and could be there for James.  He looked pale against the hospital sheets, and the nurse told me he’d had a bad night with the pain. They planned to operate that afternoon, all being well. I held James’ hand, and told him that I’d called his grandson, and that I was sure he’d be here soon. He’d just been given another dose of pain meds and wasn’t really with it, so it was hard to judge if calling Jamie had been the right thing to do. I wittered on for a bit, telling him that I’d feed Steve, but I think he got a bit confused with all the drugs, started laughing and telling me that Steve had a big appetite, that I’d better cook extra spaghetti sauce. When he started to drift off again, I patted his hand, told him I’d look after the shop, and left.

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Masterlist - updated 30/11/16

Originally posted by hardcaramelsoldier

- run off and read my masterlist here , come and let me know your favourites -

Bucky x Reader- Prompt drabbles

Bucky + knives + dirty talk (SMUT)

Under the table at black tie gala (SMUT")

“It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”

“Welcome to fatherhood”

"Stop being so cute”

“How is my wife more badass than me?”

“I’m not buying IKEA furniture again.”

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happy-bub  asked:

i loved your parents ficlet with saeyoung! you definitely earned my follow ❤ anyways i wanted to request the rfa's reaction to an american mc who is really upset with all of the stuff happening with the government rn BC boi oh boi am i one sad liberal who would like a hug from saeyoung

Thank you, haha! We didn’t make these too specific, because we try not to get super into one side or another when it comes to politics. But, we did keep these pretty general, so we hope you still like them. 


Zen:

  • He notices how you are always watching the news lately
  • He’s not much for politics
  • He’s usually not allowed to comment on stuff anyway because of his job
  • But he thinks it’s super cool how you’re very passionate about your country
  • He likes to hear you vent about issues
  • Sometimes he’ll bring something up to get you going ;)

Yoosung:

  • His parents were interested in politics
  • So he knew a lot about world politics
  • Still, he didn’t generally have an opinion one way or the other so he always listened to both sides
  • You’re usually the one nowadays who keeps you up to date
  • He asks you a lot of questions about what you think and also about what’s going on
  • He thinks it’s really cute when you get all worked up though, and will randomly give you a hug
  • YoosungforPresident 2k17

Jaehee:

  • She keeps up with the news and politics a lot
  • She’s a lowkey feminist
  • She loves getting into discussions with you
  • She finds you extremely intelligent
  • She hadn’t been interested in American politics before you came along
  • She’s super invested now

Jumin:

  • He’s actually pretty conservative
  • He hears you out on issues, but he often challenges you
  • Sometimes it gets frustrating for you, but these debates really open your eyes a lot
  • No matter how heated the debates things always get heated between you two later politics never gets in between your relationship


Seven:

  • To be honest, he finds politics a touchy subject just because it always ends up involving his family
  • His father specifically
  • You mostly steer away from Korean politics because of that
  • But when it comes to American politics, he’ll listen quietly
  • He never comments but if you get really upset about something, you can bet he’s giving you a hug and something else to laugh about

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Worth It | Seokjin | Oneshot

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Word Count: 1,643

Listen to: Breathe by LEE HI

Summary: Somewhere along the way, Seokjin began to believe he needed to carry his burdens on his own, and you couldn’t help but wanting to help him.

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

After being in a relationship with someone for a long amount of time, it becomes easy to notice the little things about them that reveal so much more. Like how digging a nail into their thumb means they’re anxious, or how they’re holding back how happy they truly are by tugging on their bottom lip with their teeth.

And of course, you could tell when there was something wrong with Seokjin.

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anonymous asked:

If the ask box is open how about tsuna xanxus and hibari's reaction of their daughter shooting them on their legs for cheating on their mother and making her sad

- There was something infinitely satisfying about writing this. Thanks, Anon. (^_^)v

~admin Adelheid

Tsuna

Clothes that reeked of wine and smoke and a body drenched in another woman’s perfume. It had become such a regular occurrence now that no one batted an eyelash at him anymore. Not that anyone would dare. 

Tsuna tossed his suit jacket to his butler as per usual before entering his study to get some cognac before bed. It had been a satisfying night filled with fun and entertainment. The woman who came on to him at the bar was pretty frisky too. All in all it was a pretty enjoyable evening.

Until he entered his study and got a hole in the leg.

“WHAT IN THE WORLD?! SON OF A―”

The sound echoed in the entire mansion like thunder and Gokudera rushed in, leading Tsuna’s bodyguards, guns at the ready, prepared to shoot the bastard who dared harm their Boss. But they all stopped when they all saw who was holding the smoking gun. It was hard to miss the glowing golden eyes of the twelve year old girl who looked like the feminine version of her father.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING, BRAT?!” Hayato exploded. He would have walked over and cuffed the girl on the back of the head if it weren’t for the fact that she was still holding the business end of that gun straight at her father. “WHAT THE FUCK?! WERE YOU SO STUPID YOU FORGOT TO PUT THE SAFETY ON?! You! Call the Lawn-head! Tell him there’s been an accident!”

But something in your eyes told Tsuna this was anything but an accident. There was something dead serious in the eyes of the daughter he loved very much. It was there in the tearstains on her cheeks. In the utter sadness and rage he could see in his little girl’s eyes. But the thing that caught him the most was the utter exhaustion in those eyes that were the mirror image of his.

“Darling?” he started warily, trying to stand up. “Sweetie..? What’s wrong?”

“Mamma tried to kill herself today,” you replied as you leaned against his desk gingerly, gun still in your hands, steady and trained to shoot. “I hope you’re happy.”

The words froze Tsuna and Hayato. A child your age would have should have sounded hysterical and in a panic. Not this exhausted, nor this derisive.

“I tried to call you but you didn’t pick up,” you continued in a sigh, the dim light treating them to the sight of dark circles under your eyes. “I called Uncle Hayato and he said you were busy but it was pretty easy to figure out from the noise in the background that you were in a bar again.”

“Honey, that’s not true, Papa was work―”

“Shut up before I shoot your other leg.” You cut him off.

Tsuna stayed quiet.

Gokudera, however bristled. “HEY, BRAT! THAT’S NO WAY TO TALK TO YOUR FATHER!”

“Oh shut up, Uncle Hayato, you’re as guilty as he is because you always let him do whatever he wants. My mother trying to kill herself earlier is as much your fault as it is his.”

The bomber’s jaw clamped shut at the tired but firm words.

“Honey, you don’t understand,” Tsuna tried again. “You’re still too young―”

“I’m old enough to know that you’re acting like a pig, Papa.” Again Tsuna gaped at his daughter’s words and how you dared to utter words that would have gotten other people killed already just by muttering them. “I still love you despite all that. You’re the only father I’ve got. Despite all your faults you’re good to me and that’s fine. What I can’t understand is how you can’t even find the courtesy to at least check your pockets for other women’s panties before you come back home. Seriously, is that too much to ask for? Mamma was okay living in denial until she saw one of the maids pull your whore’s underwear out of your pants pocket. She gave everyone a smile, made sure we had dinner then locked herself in her room to overdose on her anti-depressants. It’s a good thing Aunt Chrome came by. She knew somehow. She’s with Mamma at the hospital right now. I wanted to stay but she told me to get some rest.

Tsuna swallowed, shame climbing into his throat and blocking his breathing.

You sighed, a tear chasing down your cheek but you hurriedly wiped it away with the back of your hand. The sight broke Tsuna’s heart. “Did you ever love my mother?”

“Of course I did.” Tsuna quickly replied.

The smile you gave him was half amused, half sorrowful. “Did?”

Silence fell in the room and made the air thick with its presence. Tsuna didn’t know what to say. When did he stop loving his wife? He wasn’t sure himself. All he knew was that her neediness, her meekness, her doll like obedience was not something he had wanted for a lifetime partner.

“If you want to shoot me because of this then go ahead, Papa, it’s fine. Just tell Mamma it was an accident.” you gave him a soft smile before leaving the gun on the table and walking away from it. “You should take him to the hospital before be bleeds out, Uncle Hayato, Uncle Ryohei went back to Japan this morning to meet his wife. Try to see Mamma while you’re there. I’m sure she’ll worry about you. Good night.”

Neither men made a move to stop you and listened to your footsteps until they were gone. After a while Tsuna sighed and combed his fingers through his hair tiredly. He cannot dispute his own daughter’s words. Sometimes it still surprised him just how innocent his child could be. How right she could be. How tainted he was compared to his dear innocent child.

“Well?” the don asked on a sigh. “What do you think of my daughter, Hayato?”

The Storm user winced as he inspected his Boss’ wound. “She made sure the bullet went through muscles and not the bone. I say as expected of someone trained by Reborn, Boss.”

“Good. Then maybe she’ll be a better Donna than I am at being a Don.”

Xanxus

BANG!

“THE FUCK! MY LEG! WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM, BRAT?!”

YOU’RE MY PROBLEM, FUCKING OLD MAN!”

“MIND YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH!”

“SCREW YOU!”

“WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SO GODDAMNED PISSED, BRAT?!”

“BECAUSE YOU’RE A GODDAMN IDIOT! HOW DARE YOU BRING YOUR FUCKING WHORE IN THE HOUSE?! SHE MADE MOM USHER HER TO THE DOOR LIKE SHE WAS A GODDAMNED MAID! IF IT WEREN’T FOR THE FACT THAT SHE LOVES YOU SO GODDAMNED MUCH I’D HAVE SHOT YOU IN THE FUCKING HEAD, YOU ASSHOLE! I’M TELLING YOU RIGHT NOW IF I EVER CATCH ONE OF YOUR WHORES IN THE HOUSE, I WILL FUCKING SHOOT HER BRAINS OUT! NOBODY GETS TO TREAT MY MOTHER LIKE THAT, YOU HEAR ME?! ESPECIALLY NOT ONE OF THOSE GODDAMN SLUTS WHO OPENS THEIR GODDAMNED LEGS AS SOON AS YOU FUCKING SHOW THEM YOUR SHITTY WALLET! I DON’T CARE IF YOU HAVE TO GO WHORING, AS LONG AS YOU DO IT OUTSIDE AND LEAVE MY MOTHER OUT OF IT!”

Xanxus scowled after you as you stomped out the door of his office in fury, Storm Flames disintegrating things left and right. Squalo didn’t even bat an eyelash at your furious face and destructively dramatic exit. As soon as he saw his bleeding Boss he sighed at the sight of the blood.

“Voi. This is why I fucking tell you to stop getting so fucking buzzed in the strip bars. She’s going to be fifteen soon. You really want to have her kill you one day?”

“Shut the fuck up. She’s just a brat, she doesn’t know I only married her mother because my old man told me to. I’m going to do what I want to do and that’s the end of it. Now go get the fucking peacock. I think the bullet’s still in there.”

Hibari

Kyouya didn’t even think of dodging. He had come home late that night and found nothing amiss in his den. So when he saw you in his bedroom he suspected nothing.

Until the brat pulled out a gun and shot him in the leg.

He glared at you even as he stood absolutely still and straight, blood running down his leg.

“Pup,” he growled quietly at you. “What is the meaning of this?”

“Herbivore.” Was the equally cold reply.

Kyouya’s eyes narrowed at the insult. “What did you call me?”

“Herbivore.” You raised your chin at him defiantly.

Kyouya frowned. “Watch your mouth, pup. I have yet to see you best me in the dojo. Do not think that just because you have a gun in your hand that you can overpower me.”

You don’t answer and instead throw a thick envelope at his feet, spilling the contents on the carpet. Hibari frowned to see they were pictures. His eyes widened when he saw it was pictures of him and a certain geisha he had taken a liking to recently. The pictures were fairly recent. And quite explicit.

“I was playing with Hibird when I found Mother throwing them away.” Your voice was clear but quiet, and the tremor in it, although faint and would have been undetectable by others was something Kyouya cannot ignore. “According to the letter this woman wants Mother to pay her money to keep your relationship with her quiet or she will post the pictures on the internet.”

Kyouya’s mouth felt as though it had been glued shut. He didn’t know what to say.

“Father,” your quiet voice and troubled eyes made the Foundation leader clench his teeth tight in an effort to fight the shame at the thought that his own daughter had witnessed such a flaw from him. “Is this the honor that I will have to live by? When I marry… Will I be treated the same way by my husband?”

Kyouya’s eyes flashed at the very thought. He would slaughter any man who would treat his daughter in such a way!

“This makes me feel… emotional. I do not like it. I do not wish to keep seeing Mother drowning in her tears. I felt so emotional I even harmed you. Perhaps I should not feel too much, Father, but I cannot help it. I shall go and call Kusakabe to provide you with medical aid.” You put the gun down on the bed and started towards the bedroom’s door. As you pass him by, though, you couldn’t resist one more parting shot. “Father… You disappoint me.”

The closing of his bedroom door sounded like thunder in Kyouya’s ears. He stayed in the same position, wallowing in guilt and shame as he stared at the now bloody photos on the floor.

When Kusakabe found him the man gasped and immediately called for a medical kit. When he saw the pictures even his second in command looked away in shame.

“Kusakabe.”

“Yes, Kyo-san?”

“The woman seeks to blackmail me.”

“What should we do?”

“Gather all the data she has. Then burn her to the ground.”