she's still better than you

anonymous asked:

Tracer/Widowmaker/Mercy/Zarya find out their s/o got some sort of life or death wound, + helping their s/o with having a cyborg body in the aftermath. (I freaking love cyborgs.)

Hell yeah it’s robo time

Tracer -
When she finds out you’re injured, she is completely devastated. She tries to hold it together, but she can’t contain how scared she is. She never leaves your hospital bedside during the recovery. Once you’re healed and adjusting to life with your new robotic limbs, she is with you every step of the way. Ever since you were injured, she has never left your side. Even though you’re doing better than ever now, she’s still worried about you. As for your new prosthetics, she thinks it’s awesome. How freaking cool is it that her girlfriend is half robot! She loves you just the same.

Widowmaker -
She is angry. She is enraged. How dare someone hurt you? You’re one of the only people she’s ever loved, and now you might not make it. She’s in so much pain. All she wants is for you to get better. Once you start to improve, she spends nearly all her time with you. She doesn’t mind the fact that you’re cyborg now. In fact, it kinda makes her feel better. She’s purple and you’re a cyborg. You’re quite the odd couple and she loves it.

Mercy -
Being your wife, she isn’t allowed to help with your treatment. She sits near your bed and just cries. It pains her that she isn’t able to help you more. Once you start to recover, she is overjoyed. When you’re released from the hospital, you couldn’t be in better hands. She helps you however she can and never leaves your side. She doesn’t mind that you have new prosthetic limbs. She’s just overjoyed to have you back at her side. She was so worried you wouldn’t make it, but you’re back now. Even though you’re a little different, she loves you more than ever.

Zarya -
She is a mess when she finds out you’re injured. She paces outside your hospital room day and night. When the doctors add the robotic parts to save your life, Zarya has a hard time with it. Everyone knows how much Zarya hates omnics. She’s very distrusting of cyborgs. She’s happy you’re going to make it, but she wonders how much of you is actually left. Once you’re sent home, she’s very wary around you. Eventually, she realizes you’re still you. She apologizes for her distrust, and she still loves you.


Agent Vasquez in 2x11, The Martian Chronicles


#kdramawomensweek || day five: femininity + her

Sung Deok Sun (Lee Hye Ri) ↦ Reply 1988 (2015)

“I could not return to my youth or that street either. Time always flows. Everything passes by and ages. That might be why youth is beautiful. Because it shines, blindingly bright at a brilliant short moment. But you can never go back.”

She is the frequent butt of her friends’ jokes; neither “smart” by their skewed standards, nor “pretty enough” to “deserve” verbal praise. At home, she is the forgotten middle child, overshadowed by her older sister’s brilliance and her younger brother’s neediness. In the total absence of validation, Deok Sun finds comfort in playing with makeup and hair spray, in arranging pretty outfits. Still, she–like so many of us–seeks the acknowledgement of the people around her. She craves affection and seeks reciprocation. It’s what prompts her first crushes. One of the standout moments of her and Sun Woo’s short, ill-fated romance is of Deok Sun running to her room just as Sun Woo comes to pick her up and slathering on foundation (top row, right). Makeup is how she finds confidence. She wears it like warpaint. 

Her femininity is her pride. It is what she has, when even her mother gives up on her dreams of Deok Sun gaining admission to a university.

Fast forward five years, and we see Deok Sun beautiful and grown up, with long hair and makeup done to perfection. We see her in heels and in skirts. She’s a flight attendant, a profession (in that time) known for its beautiful women. She is successful, she takes care of her parents, she has fulfilled nearly every dream she has had for herself. But most importantly, she has learned to love herself. She has learned to harness the femininity that had been her last bit of pride and she has turned it into a career. And that, I think is her true love story. Deok Sun’s is the story of how she stops pinning her worth on others’ opinions of her, and learns that at the end of the day it only matters that she is happy with who she is. 

  • Klaus to Caroline: You like being strong, ageless, fearless. We're the same, Caroline.
  • Kai to Bonnie: You're brave, loyal, patient. I want to be more like you.
  • Me: Can they just double date already?
Does She Have To Stay?

Summary: Could you do a one shot where the reader is Jace’s younger sister and she is like super flirty and outgoing, but when they all meet Clary she doesn’t like her at all?

Characters: Reader, Jace Wayland, Lightwood Duo, Clary Fairchild, Simon Lewis, Raphael and the Vamp Squad

Fandom: Shadowhunters

Word Count: 1004

Request: Anon

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James Potter x Slytherin

Originally posted by stimulatedman

  • It was a one time thing
  • That’s what James kept saying to himself
  • He had been storming out of the three broomsticks, Merlin knows why
  • And she had been on her own, a bottle of fire whiskey hanging from her fingers
  • Naturally, they were halfway through arguing bitterly about something 
  • James couldn’t even remember what
  • But their faces had got so close
  • Somehow he had her back against a wall, and his hands were either side of her, caging her in
  • The firewhiskey on her lips was making her words sharp and harsh 
  • To James they sounded too true, too real
  • She was prodding at his buttons, building an anger inside of him that was loosening his control 
  • He just needed her to be quiet
  • And that’s when a drunken James did something reckless, and wholly thoughtless 
  • He just leant down 
  • And closed the gap
  • And then he was pressing his hands into her waist, and she was running her fingers through his hair
  • And their lips were doing far more than either of them had planned
  • Her teeth grazing his bottom lip, challenging him to ask for more
  • His tongue tasting firewhiskey and desire
  • And when they pulled away, panting, they’d just stared at each other for a while
  • Until the world slowly came into focus again
  • A world in which this was not a possibility
  • She walked away from him without another word
  • Since that night James became greedy for her 
  • His eyes drifted to her like magnets, and for all his efforts he couldn’t pull his gaze away
  • Couldn’t concentrate in lessons, or pay attention to his friends
  • But she was a Slytherin, she was from a different world, one he’d sworn off a long time ago
  • He had to make it click in his head
  • She wasn’t for him, and he definitely wasn’t for her
  • But when he caught her by the wrist and pulled her into an empty classroom she just laughed
  • “Finally”
  • James quirked an eyebrow 
  • “What?”’
  • She rolled her eyes 
  • “You’ve been staring all week, I wondered when you’d pluck up the courage." 
  • James shook his head, heat rising in his cheeks
  • "I, uh, I wasn’t trying to…" 
  • The girl before him smirked and something stuttered in his chest 
  • "Wasn’t trying to see if it was as good the second time?” She challenged, teasingly “Then what did you bring me here for?" 
  • James floundered 
  • "I, uh, wanted the… transfiguration homework" 
  • She quirked an eyebrow, taking a step closer and making James’s heart beat double
  • "You mean, the transfiguration homework you have… in your hand?" 
  • She smirked, sliding a roll of parchment from his fingers
  • "Yeah, that” James breathed, his head already spinning 
  • Their noses were almost touching now 
  • “Come on, I thought, Gryffindors were supposed to be brave.” She taunted 
  • The corners of James’s mouth twitched upwards, and he couldn’t help himself
  • Couldn’t stop his hands drifting either side of her face
  • “And I thought…” He couldn’t finish the sentence without pressing his lips to hers “Slytherins… were supposed…to be…bad…kissers.”
  • She moaned softly, mouthing along his neck and bringing her lips back to his for just long enough to prove that the second time was, in fact, much better than the first 
  • “It’s not the first time you’ve been wrong, Potter.” 
  • She was gone before he was ready
  • James leaned his head against the wall and let out a long breath
  • Fuck
  • It was a downward spiral from there
  • Just one more time, he told himself, as his fingers locked around hers and doors closed behind them
  • She was always so soft, so warm
  • “Stop running away every time I kiss you.” James murmured into her neck
  • The smell of her perfume making him dizzy 
  • “If it bothers you, stop kissing me.”
  • “I don’t want to.” He hummed
  • Each stolen moment pulled James further under
  • He always faced the Slytherin table in the great hall
  • His fingers would twitch when she flicked her loose curls over her shoulder
  • He started using the map, stealing her wherever he could
  • She would always smile, and slide her hand to the back of his neck, pulling him close for a few moments of bliss
  • Of course it would come crashing down on him, he knew that
  • But when every time was the last time
  • Fuck, he couldn’t resist
  • Until he saw it, right there in transfiguration class
  • Avery’s hand on the small of her back 
  • James’s whole body froze
  • Avery’s thumb was rubbing her waist
  • He blinked, trying to control the fire that felt like it was consuming his insides
  • It took him three days
  • Three days of finally averting his eyes from her
  • Facing away from her in the great hall, and in each and every lesson they had together
  • Avoiding her gaze every time they passed in the corridor
  • Three full days without his touch, or even a glance, for her to snap
  • She marched up to him right in the middle of the great hall
  • “I need to speak to you, Potter.” Her voice trembled for a split second as her fingers closed around his wrist
  • She marched him away before anyone had a moment to stop them
  • When they were finally alone she shoved him hard in the chest
  • “What is it?” She snapped. “You’ve stopped looking at me, you’ve stopped everything. Why?”
  • James squinted. Her voice sounded different, there was an edge to it that hadn’t been there before. 
  • And her eyes, they almost looked… he shook his head
  • “You’re with Avery.” James shrugged. 
  • She looked at him as if he’d just suggested she was screwing Dumbledore
  • “I most certainly am not.” She snapped. 
  • Something in James’s chest expanded and contracted at the same time
  • “He’s all over you.” James said lowly. “Makes sense.”
  • She let out a short, high laugh
  • “Potter. Are you jealous?” 
  • James shook his head “Don’t have anything to be jealous of.”
  • He tried to ignore the ache pulling in his chest 
  • “Don’t be an idiot.” She snapped, her voice wavering again
  • James felt a familiar anger in the pit of his stomach
  • Me? We’re both being idiots if we think this can work. I can’t kiss you every spare minute and then watch another guy touching you and not be able to do anything about it. I can’t hold you knowing I’ll have to let go of you at any second. It’s not fair.”
  • James was already moving for the door
  • Her hand was grabbing at his arm, pulling him back, but it was the wavering “please” that made him stop
  • “James, I’m yours. No one else’s.”
  • It was the wobble in her voice that made him turn
  • And the slight wet glisten in her eyes that made him sigh, and wind his arms around her 
  • “I know we have to keep it secret.” She whispered, resting her chin on his jumper so she could look up at him. “But you know what would be more unfair?”
  • She bit her lip. “Not being together at all.” Her voice was still shaky
  • “Just a little piece of you…” She murmured. “It’s better than nothing.”
  • James looked down at the big, round eyes below him
  • He shook his head, grappling between the desire to do what was sensible, and what he wanted
  • “C’mere.” He murmured, dipping his head to touch his lips to hers
  • He never had been particularly sensible
Rowaelin Part 1: Training

I’ve been in the mood to write lately! This one will have three parts at least and I’m really excited! i’m trying to make my fics longer so, fingers crossed for the future! tell me if you like this length or if you want longer. Don’t forget feedback and more requests!

Summary: After EoS, Aelin and Rowan still aren’t and never have been together but they both want to be. One fateful day, they both go to the main square where Males and females await them, and lets just say, jealousy arises. 

“Go flirt, that’s why we came isn’t it?” Lysandra asked with a wink.

“No, we came here to train. Flirting was not what I signed up for.” Aelin and her friend had decided to go train in the public square that morning to seek out the best competition. They knew that no one had a chance against Aelin, but she wanted to see how long one could last against her. All the same, there were many desirable males in the square and not one failed to eye Aelin, and she knew too well that they were not checking out their competition, but a female whom they took a liking to.

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Good Girl Ch 31: Weekend Away

“Why do I feel like I’m being sent off to war?” I feel like crying after they all told me their heart felt goodbyes. We’re standing by the door to leave for school and after that Jiyong picks me up for my birthday weekend with him. This whole week I’ve been trying to convince myself that being away from my daddies won’t be that bad, I mean I’ve only known them for three months yet my heart feels like it’s being ripped out.

“I feel like we’re sending her into the lion’s den,” Lay sighs as he holds me closer.

“You guys stop it, you’re going to make me cry,” I wiggle out of his grip and try my best to blink away the tears forming in my eyes.

Kris pats my head, “We just don’t know what we are going to do without you.”

“I suggest going to a club since you haven’t been able to do stuff like that since I’ve been here. Think of this as me going to spend the weekend with my grandparents where nothing to crazy will happen because they are just as protective as you. And as my daddies you have the right to go out and party but don’t have too much fun.” I try and add a little light to the conversation and am able to get them to crack a smile.

“I’ll bring your stuff to the office with me and he’ll come get if for you. He told me he would be waiting for you outside the school,” Suho tells me.

I nod before giving everyone another tight hug and peck. Chanyeol is holding my hand on the way to school, Kai is pouting in the driver’s side of his Mercedes, irritated that he was chosen to drive.  At school Soo escorts me to my first class, he kisses me in the doorway until he is shooed away by Jihyo who drags me into class and sits me down at my desk.

“Those boys think they deserve all of your attention,” She glares at the door waiting for Soo to come back.

“He went to class, now stop glaring at my oppa,” I swat at her.

Hoseok comes into class and sits down on my other side, “So you didn’t die, I was beginning to worry that they had killed you.”

“I can’t believe they can just keep calling you out of school like that, how do they expect you to get into college when you’re constantly gone?” Jihyo huffs.

Namjoon joins our group with a chuckle, “You forget that the people constantly calling her out have so many connections she could drop out now and still get into a better college than you.”

I nod, “From what I hear from my oppas they never went to school, they just turned in all of their work and beyond that, the teachers never questioned them.”

“And all of them, minus the five in school, have all gotten into some of the top colleges in the world,” Joonie finishes for me.

She makes a sour face, “I’m still annoyed. When do I ever get you back?”

“After they cool down about the whole, we got arrested thing,” I remind her.

“Speaking of which,” Her eyes light up, “I think you are having another crazy weekend out, aren’t you?

I nod with a sad sigh, “I’m spending the whole weekend with Jiyong oppa.” Jihyo starts rambling about how she’s happy that I’m going to be getting away from my daddies and I try my best to listen but I’m distracted by the sudden tense aura floating around my friends. “Do you guys know Jiyong’s dongseang Junhoe and his friends?”

They share a look but Joonie answers, “We know them, just as acquaintances.”

“Oh, the tall hotty from the restaurant? He has friends?” Jihyo beams at them.

“They are bad guys, don’t be deceived by their pretty faces,” Hoseok warns me seriously.

I chuckle, “I’m pretty sure they would say the same about you.”

He huffs at me but says nothing against it. Classes fly by and the next thing I know I’m walking out of the building with my friends, they seemed way too demanding about walking me out so I didn’t question it. Jihyo is rambling about one of the teachers shushing her when I spot a familiar car parked right in front of the school.

“Hello Beautiful!” Jiyong beams at me as he gets out of the car and walks around to greet me at the bottom of the stairs. His smile drops at the sight of my friends flanking me, all but Jihyo glare at my oppa. “I told them no guard dogs,” He scrunches his nose in disgust.

“Who you calling a guard dog?” Yoongi growls back, taking a step forward but I put my arm out to stop him. I place my hand on his shoulder to calm him down.

“Thank you guys for walking me out, Jin oppa is probably waiting for you.” They all huff but give me long hugs goodbye before heading off to find Jin in the line of waiting cars, leaving me, Jihyo, and Jiyong alone.

“You need to stop being mean,” I cross my arms over my chest and glare at the pretty faced man.

“I thought it was funny,” Jihyo laughs.

“Good to know I can satisfy one of you,” He smirks at my friend.

“I should be heading out too,” She sighs, annoyed by the buzzing phone in her hand, “I’ll text you later Lovely.” She kisses my cheek and hugs me tight before running after our friends.

Jiyong chuckles, “She is like a young version of me.”

“I told you.”

“She totally wants to fuck me.”

His inappropriate words throw me off for a minute, “Wait what?”

He chuckles, “I’m pretty sure she wants to sleep with you too. May I suggest a threesome?”

“Only if you don’t want me in this car,” I deadpan.

“I’m sorry, I’m done playing around, please get in the car, I already put your stuff in the trunk.” I sigh but get into the car with out much coercion. He waits for me to buckle my seat belt before speeding out of the gates. “How was school?”

I shrug, “It’s school, it was pretty boring.”

“I saw that you had a run in with Junhoe.”

“Yea and some of your other foot soldiers,” I try to slip the term in casually hoping he wouldn’t notice it too much.

“They sent me a picture.”

“The one of me in my party dress?”

“You looked more beautiful than usual.”

“Oppa,” I warn.

He just chuckles, “I’m giving you a compliment, just say thank you like a normal person. You seemed to be close with those delinquents back there, I’m surprised that you were allowed to meet anyone involved in our lives.”

“I knew them first. I met them threw Jihyo and we just kind of hit it off.”

“You tend to do that with bad boys.”

I laugh, “I was talking about that with Kai, I’m constantly being protected by boys from other bad boys, who are trying to protect me from the other bad boys.”

He clicks his tongue. We talk more about school and stuff until we are into the city where he pulls into an under ground garage. There are five other cars there, all top models and glossy black. We climb out of the car and he grabs my duffle from the trunk.

“Is it stupid of me to ask if these are all yours?” I wonder as we pass them to get to the elevator.

“Kind of.”

In the elevator he press PH, of course the penthouse, “I expect nothing less from you.”

He chuckles softly, “Are you nervous?”

I look up at him, his eyes are soft but narrowed on me for any sign of fear, “To be completely honest, kind of. It feels weird being away from my daddies for so long.”

“So you aren’t nervous to be alone with me for a whole weekend?”

I gulp, “Should I be?”

“No Beautiful,” He pats my head affectionately, “you are perfectly safe here, I would never hurt you and the only other people who can get in wouldn’t dare.”

The elevator doors open and we are greeted by two dogs; two massive rottweilers. I step back, afraid they might bark or attack but instead they run right up to me and start nudging my hand for affection. I drop to the floor to give them the attention they so direly need.

“You have puppies!” I giggle as they lick my face.

“I thought I had guard dogs but I guess the mightiest creatures can’t help but fall to their knees for you,” Jiyong sighs before snapping his fingers at them. They snap to attention, their eyes focused on their owner, “Go sit.” Without hesitation the two trot away to sit by the couch. I’m surprised to find two men sitting there waiting, I’m guessing for us. Jiyong groans at the sight of them, “What are you bastards doing here?”

“I brought them,” Seunghyun explains as he comes into the living room from the kitchen. I glance around his apartment for anyone else that could be hiding. I find floor to ceiling windows and that look over the city. The living room is large with three comfortable looking couches, the kitchen is up a few steps and is open to the living room. From what I can see it looks modern and also looks like it’s hardly been used, not that it surprises me. There is a hallway to my right that most likely leads to the bedrooms. Everything looks ultra modern and extremely expensive.

“Why?” Jiyong pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“Because we wanted to meet the beautiful girl who has stolen your heart,” Another one answers with a kind smile. He looks far too nice to be involved in the mafia, but I need to remember looks can be deceiving.

“You must all be the men who gave me the birthday card. Thank you so much for thinking of me but I wasn’t able to open it.” I give them a small bow in gratitude.

“Why not?” One with bleach blond hair wonders.

“My oppa’s took it away thinking it was laced with poison or something.”

“We wouldn’t kill you,” The kind one says.

“I know, Boss’s orders.” I crouch down and call the dogs over. They happily trot over and rub against me for attention.

“That’s impressive, they hate everyone,” The blond clicks his tongue.

“There are supposed to be four of you right?” I look at them, wondering of one of these two could be his head of security but I don’t get that vibe from them. “Is Youngbae missing?”

Jiyong raises his brow at me but Blondie responds before he can, “I feel insulted that you know about Youngbae hyung and not us.”

“Who knows about me?” A shorter tan man that makes up for his height with his muscular build comes into the room. My alarms don’t go off at the sight of him but I still feel unnerved when his eyes focus on me. Our eyes are locked for what feels like forever before Jiyong gets protective and ends it.

“Hyung stop,” Jiyong stands me up and steps in front of me to hide me from all of their eyes. “You are scaring her.” I don’t know if he’s scaring me but he’s definitely trying to steal my soul with that look of his.

“I’m sorry.”

“Hyung,” The blond whines, “You don’t need to get so stressed out.”

“I’m Daesung,” The kind one is standing next to me with his hand out.

“Jooyoung,” I shake his hand and bow slightly.

“And I’m Seungri,” Blondie is right behind his friend.

“What did Jiyong hyung tell you about our other hyung?” Daesung wonders.

“Nothing, I only heard about him from one of my oppas, they said he was head of Jiyong’s security.” I lie, not knowing if it was okay for Junhoe to mention the older man to me.

“So how did you know we weren’t him?”

“You don’t give off that vibe.”

They chuckle, Youngbae cocks his head at me as he stares into my soul again, “And what kind of vibe is that?”

“Dominance, authority, power, any of those would work.”

“She’s good,” Seungri pats my head only to be pushed away by Jiyong.

“No touching,” He growls at the younger who just looks amused by his hyung’s possessiveness.

“What do you think I do?” Daesung asks.

I look to Jiyong, “Are they each in control of one of the three things your group does?” He nods before pulling me on to a couch with him. I scan the two men in front of me, even giving a smirking Seunghyun a glance before deciding. “Daesung-ssi is in charge of money, Seungri-ssi deals with animals, and Seunghyun-ssi is in charge of people.”

Seungri and Seunghyun clap in amazement, “So smart.”

“How did you know?” Youngbae joins us on the couch, sitting on the other side of Jiyong.

“Like I said, it’s your vibes.”

“I give off the vibe that I’m involved in human trafficking?” Seunghyun scoffs.


“Enough talking about stuff like that, let me show you to your room so you can change.” Jiyong grabs my hand and pulls me towards the hallway. There are five doors in this one hall, after the turn Jiyong tells me there are double doors that lead to his room. One of the doors leads to his office, another is a bathroom, the third is a guest bedroom, and the last one that is closest to his room is supposedly mine. He opens the door and steps back to let me look.

I’m in awe at just the view from the floor to ceiling windows that matches the one from the living room. The walls are a deep shade of blue that reminds me of Xiumin’s room and that comforts me a little. Massive paintings of lions and elephants cover one wall while the other is taken up by the large TV and sound system. The massive bed has a beautiful bohemian design of blues, greens, reds, and gold, making me think of a peacock. A sheer canopy hangs over it. Like at home, the bed is covered in pillows and there is even a giant stuffed lion waiting on the bed. I coo at the sight of him, “Is that for me?” I point to the cute stuffy.

Jiyong chuckles as he wanders over to pick it up off the bed and holds it out to me, “Of course. This is all yours.”

“You didn’t have to make a whole room for me, I could have slept in the guest room or even on the couch.”

He shakes his head, “I wanted to give you your own space in case you ever get tired of your daddies and decide to run away, or if you just need to get away for a little while. Plus, I wasn’t using this room anyway.”

“You sure you weren’t using it as a sex dungeon or something?” I tease.

“First, why would you think I have a sex dungeon, second, does Jihyo have one, third, no, no women are allowed into my home.”

“Jihyo does not have one, at least not that I know of. Are women seriously not allowed up here?”

“Nope, you are the first woman to step foot in here.”

I chuckle,  “I feel honored.”

“Hyung?” A familiar voice calls from down the hall.

Jiyong groans, “Not these bastards too. You change into something comfortable, something you could walk around the street in and not get cold. I’ll try and contain these idiots.” With that he is out the door, slamming it hard behind him but after that, I hear nothing. Must be sound proof, I wonder why.

I quickly dig in my bag from something to wear, my daddies had packed it for me so I’m not surprised to find nothing but jeans and sweat pants and my ugliest underwear, that are still really cute. I pull on a pair of jeans, a sweatshirt, and my timberlands before grabbing my Chicago snap back and heading out the door. I’m greeted by the sound of chaos and yells. For a moment I debate between going back and waiting or taking the problem head on. Definitely running, or at least I tried but someone catches my hand and drags me into the chaos filled living room.

“What the hell?” I curse at the sight of Seungri climbing across the coffee table to reach the man who had flirted with me in the store earlier this week. The man quickly climbs over the couch and begins the chase all over again. I see the others from the store trying to calm the situation down, Daesung is watching the whole situation amused, while Seunghyun and GD look like they are about to blow.

“He’s going to snap in five seconds, calm him down,” Youngbae instructs before pushing me in Jiyong’s direction.

Just before I reach him, he starts yelling at the men causing all the trouble, “You fucking idiots! Sit down right now!” Without any hesitation all 11 men find their way to a couch and sit down. I can tell he’s not done yelling and I’m afraid what will come out of his mouth, I’ve never seen him angry and the coldness in his eyes actually scares me for a moment.

“Oppa!” I coo at the older man, he sighs giving me a glance only to snap his head back in my direction.

“You look adorable,” He smiles at me, completely forgetting about the slightly shaking men in the room.

“So where are we going?” I ask cutely.

“We are going to get some dinner.” I stare down at my cute but not fancy outfit for a second and turn on my heel to walk back to my room but he catches me, “Where are you going?”

“This is not an appropriate outfit for going to dinner with you oppa.”

He laughs, “We are going to a small local place, nothing fancy.”

“Really?” He nods and I look to the dumbstruck men around the room, “Okay, are you guys coming along?”


“Come on Mr. Boss man,” Seunghyun whines, “We’ll sit at a different table, don’t worry.”

“Why do you guys need to come along?”

“For safety reasons,” Daesung reasons.

“Safety reasons?” I question.

Seungri nods, “Youngbae hyung and the youngers were going to have to tag along anyway, they’re just bringing an extra three along.”

“Ah yes, safety reasons, makes sense to me,” I give Jiyong a smile.

“You know they are going to be little assholes the whole time right?”

I nod.

“Why would you want them to come along?”

“I enjoy seeing you a bit annoyed.”

“Fine, lets go.” Jiyong sighs before grabbing my hand and leading me to the elevator. We step in, the others try to follow but he glares at them. They let the door close and Jiyong lets out a loud groan. “Those fucking idiots.”

I laugh, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear this much.”

“Better get used to it tonight.”

anonymous asked:

can you make hc when newt and reader are adopting a child?like a little baby?

Ok! Here ya go! I hope you like it! (I know nothing of adopting creatures that don’t bark or meow…lol)

Master list

-You fidgeted around anxiously in the chair, stomach tying in knots at the anticipation.
-Newt and you had finally decided to go through with this, it had taken almost a year of deciding, and heartache but now…it was finally happening.
-“Are you ready?” Newt took your hand in his, kissing it lovingly as he smiled.
-You returned the gesture, and leaned over to lay your head on his shoulder. “Yes, but I’m so nervous.”
-“I know, my darling. But…” He pulled back from you, looking you in the eye as he spoke. “You’re going to be a fantastic mother.”
-Before you could respond, the attendant came out into the room, smiling widely as she held your baby son.
-Your heart soared at the sight of him, and you wanted to cry so badly but you held back as much as you could. “Hiiii.” You cooed out, smiling through the few tears you let spill. With your arms held out you walked over to him.
-Newt followed closely behind, his eyes filled with joy.
-You took your baby into your arms, holding him close as Newt held a hand out.
-The baby grabbed Newt’s finger, giggling loudly at his soon to be father.
-“Hello, little one. Dad’s here.” He brushed the soft hair out of his son’s face, eyes watering a bit at the emotional moment.
-“We can take him today?” You asked hopefully, looking over at the attendant. She nodded her head, happy for the both of you.
-Newt took his son from your arms, walking away with him as you went to fill some paperwork out.
-Newt bounced around happily with him, holding the baby’s head gently as he did so. He began humming the Ilvermorny school song, smiling at the child.
-“Do you know what that is, little one? It’s your mother’s school song…” He glanced over at you, shushing his child. “You mustn’t let her know that though, yes? She still believes it to be better than Hogwarts.”

Hope you liked!

Originally posted by sirredmayne

(Eddie with a baby kills me…)
first lady, four.

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

pairing: taehyung x reader.
word count: 4.5k
content: basically fluff because shit is about to go down real soon inappropriate language, ice hockey!au

one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

TAEHYUNG [10:07] can we talk?
TAEHYUNG [10:09] i really think we should talk
TAEHYUNG [10:23] did you just run away from me?
TAEHYUNG [10:23] why are you doing this?
TAEHYUNG [11:56] at least tell me if you’re alright
TAEHYUNG [11:57] please

You have decided to stop reading his messages after lunch. Mainly because he wasn’t the only one that was trying to reach you with texts. Jungkook and Jimin joined their captain in trying get at least a single word from you, with no success if there’s any need to say. You didn’t even allow yourself to feel guilty for ignoring all of them and that included even your best friend and your brother.

The truth is you weren’t able to speak a word to anyone since the kiss happened; not just because of the kiss itself but by the amount of feelings you had to deal with.

The unstoppable rage from discovering the real reason for your parents’ divorce;

The unbearable pain of having your trust broken down like this;

The undeniable attraction towards Taehyung and the way he made you feel.

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A. Ryder Log #7

Angara are curious and honest by nature, and Jaal is no different.

His curiosity is simply stronger when it comes to Aria.

Jaal x Ryder, Pre/Early Relationship.

Also on AO3 ->

When Jaal entered the pathfinders quarters he froze, staring at the redhead in surprise.

“Ah, Ryder… what are you doing?”

She hadn’t seemed to be busy, her door was unlocked, and yet there she was, bent strangely on the ground, looking frustrated and annoyed.

“Yoga.” Aria grunted, holding the pose for another few seconds before flopping back onto the floor, “Scratch that, I was ATTEMPTING yoga - Lexi told me to - and I give up.”

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Everything’s Good (An Adlock x John Fanfiction)

(As prompted by the lovely @i-am-benedict-cumberbatched, with a quick nudge from @realestofgeek, here’s some adlock x john ft. lestrade for y’all. I honestly planned it out to be comedic, but knowing me, it has a hint of drama. Sneaking in a reference to one of my personal headcanons, and the Izzy x Shezza thing too. Hope you enjoy!)

In the very rare times, with urgency sending a wave of curiosity, Irene found herself on a train back to London as requested by Sherlock Holmes. It was in fact interesting, as he usually prefers to come over wherever she is, but now there was vagueness in his message. 

Baker Street. Tomorrow. It’s urgent. SH.

She stared out the window, wondering at the possibilities. Surely it isn’t really anything major, and of course, it can be because Sherlock is being a drama queen as usual, so she is clearly running out of explanations. 

But then besides looking forward to seeing dear Mr. Holmes again, she can’t help but feel excited to greet little Rosie Watson once more. 

More than half a year ago, she sneaked the detective a visit and found him playing with the toddler, smart and sharp eyes staring at her in wonder. She never really liked children but Rosie proved to be an exception. Her monthly visits somehow became an addiction, the most recent one just a few days shy from the present.

And somehow, as she pondered on her recent interactions with the child, something finally clicked as to why she’s being summoned. 

It was no surprise that she is greeted by none other than John Watson’s unreadable expression upon arrival. Sherlock was standing by the window, giving her a small nod as she entered. But before she could ask to confirm her assumption, the doctor spoke. 

“We need to talk.” John said solemnly. 

“I assumed so.” Irene replied, still remaining where she stood. 

“Not here. How about a cafe? Or a pub?” John asked, grabbing his coat from the chair. Not taking notice of the expression of protest crossing Sherlock’s face. 

“Quite early for a pub. Maybe a cafe. Just not the one downstairs.” Irene mused, turning towards the door. 

“Are you expecting me to stay?” Sherlock hissed, obviously annoyed at this passing understanding. 

“Yes, because you have to watch Rosie.” John said pointedly, shrugging at Irene’s amused expression. 

“Mrs. Hudson can watch Rosie.” Sherlock muttered, but still not moving from where he stood, glaring at Irene for siding with the doctor. 

“And you can help her. Lestrade will be joining us too, just so you know.” John’s voice had a hint of teasing in it, quite faint but obvious enough for Irene to notice. 

Sherlock’s eyebrows knit, “Lestrade? What –?”

But Irene already left him to his words, and so did John. 

The trip to the cafe was silent, no words passed between her and her companion. It was only when their orders were placed in front of them that he decided to speak. 

Where are you right now? SH.


“Seeing that you’re not surprised that I was the one who asked to call you, I assume you figured it out?” John said quietly. 

Irene nodded. “I meant no harm, Dr. Watson.”

“Just John… It’s not like we don’t know each other.” he replied. 

“So you’re comfortable calling me by just my name?” she quipped, taking a sip of her tea. 

John smiled a little. “I forgot how annoyingly clever you can be.”

“I thought you’re used to Sherlock.” she smiled back, to which John nodded in understanding. 

John, taking Lestrade and leaving me here is absurd. Where are you taking Irene? SH.


“Again, John, about the perfume, I meant no harm. It’s just that it seemed to comfort Rosie a lot.” Irene explained, sincerity in her voice. 

John pursed his lips, nodding. “Did Sherlock tell you? That Ma– Mary’s perfume was Claire De La Lune?” 

She shook her head. “She was wearing it when we met. I’m so sorry about her. Mary was such a delight.”

Oh, for God’s sake. I’ll be there in 10 minutes. SH.

Irene glanced at her phone and did not reply.

He stared at her, confused. “When did you meet Mary?” 

“A couple of days before your wedding. But best to let Sherlock explain.” she simply said, before taking another sip. “The point is, your daughter is still coping, just like you. She sleeps better in my arms than Sherlock’s when I put it on.”

John gave a soft sigh. “Now, the thing is, I wouldn’t have known it was you until Rosie mentioned ‘Izzy.’”

Irene laughed. “She’s quite fond of nicknames.Though if I must let you know, she’s the only one permitted to call me that.”

“Just quite perfect for Sherlock’s crack den name, too — Shezza.” John blurted with an exasperated grin. “But I — I think what I wanted to say is thank you. Rose seems very fond of you.  I can’t believe I’m saying this but I think you remind her a bit of Mary. The sense of danger an all that.”

She read the grief and sadness in John’s eyes, the familiarity similar to Sherlock’s whenever he holds Rosie, and Irene understood why he needed to talk to her personally. It must have come as quite a shock to smell the perfume of her late wife lingering in his daughter’s clothes, finding the peaceful look on her face that reminds him of his own agony. 

Reaching for his hand, Irene squeezed it firmly, still surprised that there came a day when John Watson and herself would have a heartfelt moment. He looked up at her, a small smile on his face, and she saw that he was trying his best not to cry in front of her. 

Pinching the bridge of his nose, John quirked his lips, trying to change his tone to curiosity.

“Speaking of you visiting my daughter, how long has this been going on? You and Sherlock… being domestic.” John asked with grin. 

“It’s not like that at all.” Irene clarified. 

“But… you and him… You know…” 

Irene raised her eyebrows. “What exactly do you want to know? ‘Cause I can tell you things we’ve done, though you might not approve.”

John’s eyebrows knit. “No! Not that. Just… what is going on? Are you… together? Do you… love him? Or this is still one of your games?”

She smiled. “Are you jealous?”

John rolled his eyes. “No, but seriously, I don’t think he can take anymore of your tricks. He’s… he’s in this too deep.”

“You think he… loves me?” Irene asked, her voice almost a whisper. 

“You know, for two smart people, both of you can be really thick. Now, he did mention saving you from the terrorist…thing. And even then, it didn’t occur to you?” John was incredulously amused at this point. 

“We just… don’t talk about it.” Irene admitted, shrugging. 

John sighed. “But you’re not playing him off? Not this time?” 

Irene shook her head. “It’s been years. It’s not like that anymore.”

“Now, I might not be on the same level as both of you, but clearly you care about him, he cares about you — just… just stop being overly complicated. No one’s asking you to settle down, have children, and have brunch at Harvester’s every weekend. Just a little confirmation would do. 

I mean, I never understood it before, no offence, but being with Mary and finding out her past — it’s just like what Sherlock said. I chose her. I’m addicted to that kind of life. And so is he. He chose you and it’s because you and him… It’s not something anyone can explain but I think both of you already know that well, it is what it is.

And, as long as this isn’t just you setting him up for something again, which I can see is not the case, then we’re good. Everything’s… good.” 

John was trying hard not to look at her after his long monologue, but she could tell that he meant every word. 

She was about to reply when someone, a silver fox with a nervous smile, approached them. 

“Hey John, erm… Is this… Is this… Hi, I’m Greg.” the DI extended his hand, obviously flustered. Irene took it, giving him a welcoming smile. 

“Irene Adler. Pleasure to meet you.” she greeted, fighting the urge to laugh at Lestrade’s not-to-subtle surprise. 

John eyed Lestrade, pursing his lips as his eyes darted back and forth to the inspector and The Woman. Irene sneaked a quick wink at him when Lestrade wasn’t looking, signalling that she was well aware of the effect she had on the detective inspector.

“Best if you take a seat, Greg.” John quipped, swiping his nose slightly to avoid snorting. 

Lestrade took the seat beside him, eyes never leaving Irene. “So, uh… I… uh… you’re Sherlock’s… lady friend?”

Irene leaned closer to the table towards Lestrade’s direction. “Yes, I am. And you must be his friend from Scotland Yard… Greg, is it?” 

She looked at John as if to confirm her musings, and the doctor rubbed the side of his forehead as if having a headache, a controlled grin across his lips. 

“Yes, I’m a detective… inspector. Detective inspector. I worked with Sherlock in a lot of cases.” Lestrade offered, letting go a nervous cough. 

Knitting her fingers together to prop her chin on, Irene raised her eyebrows to show interest. “I like detectives… and detective stories. Care to indulge me, detective inspector?” Her voice lingered on the last two words like a purr.

Lestrade was about to take a sharp breath before starting, but a shadow cast over them, and there was Sherlock Holmes towering over their small table. 

“I think tea time is over… Graeme.” he growled, eyes narrowing at all three of them. Irene’s lips curved to a smirk. 

Lestrade eyed him incredulously. “So we’re back at forgetting my name again, huh?” 

“We’re leaving. Rosie is calling for her father and the responsible thing to do is to go back and attend to her, right, John?” Sherlock announced dryly, still glaring at Lestrade. 

“Oh, if you only need John then maybe Greg and I can stay here for a while? Have a little chat?” Irene purred, a challenging look in her eyes. 

“I’m sure Gavin has somewhere else he needs to be.” Sherlock hissed, glaring at her.

“How long have you been there?” Irene asked. 

John left on a different cab with Lestrade, and ever since they left the cafe, Sherlock remained silent. Even with Irene’s question, his eyes were looking out the window, much like his usual thinking trance, but a strain was evident in his eyes, leading to the conclusion that he was ignoring her on purpose.

“It’s a simple question.” she muttered, rolling her eyes at his stubborness. 

She heard him sigh. “Long enough.”


“And what?” 

Sherlock finally turned to meet her eyes, his expression unreadable. “Nothing. I just didn’t expect you and John would finally get along. And also Lestrade. You seemed to get along really well. He can’t stop himself from gawking.”

Upon hearing the forced calmness in his voice, Irene laughed. “No need to be jealous, Sherlock.” 

The detective looked affronted. “Jealous? Why… why would I be jealous?”

“You don’t have to try so hard, dear.” Irene replied, turning the other window to hide her smile. “You heard John, no need to be overly complicated.”

“Pft. What does John know? He married an ex-assassin.” he murmured, also looking away from Irene, hiding the grin spreading across his face.