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anonymous asked:

MC who's not used to skinship, so when RFA+Minor Duo try to hug her, she will unconciously jab them on the stomach with her elbow or kick their groin with her knee. Reaction or mini-fic please~

Peep! I’m still alive ^O^ Very sorry for the lack of fics recently… >__<

Hrmm I wasn’t too sure how to interpret this request, so I hope it’s okay, nonnie ;^; sorry if I couldn’t write what you had in mind…


RFA Reacts to MC who’s Bad with Skinship


  • “OW!”
  • It had already been the third time this week that you unintentionally karate-chopped him in the groin
  • You turn around in a panic, hands clapped in front of you like a prayer, ready to apologize
  • … wait where’d he go?
  • You look down
  • Poor Yoosung was writhing on the floor, hands clutching at his crotch
  • “I-I’m okaaay,” he whimpers, tears falling from his eyes
  • You mentally hit yourself for hurting your boyfriend again. You know he meant absolutely no harm, he only wanted to hug you from behind as a greeting!
  • “I’m really, really sorry!!” you repeated over and over, feeling extremely apologetic about it
  • He shakes his head, “It’s okay, MC. It only means I have to help you get used to my touch, right!”
  • And so he continued to tackle you with hugs and touches, even though you hit him every single time
  • He didn’t even try to avoid them or anything??
  • One day, you overheard Yoosung whispering to Zen at the bar.
  • “The truth is, I really like it when MC hurts me like that… Hnng, it feels like I’m being punished…”
  • … O___O
  • As weird as it was, you definitely didn’t feel as much guilt as you used to when you accidentally hit him now.


  • He’s a very affectionate man.
  • From the moment you agreed to be his girlfriend, he practically expected to be able to touch you just about 24/7. He had looked forward to holding you in his arms, cuddling, and holding your hand in public
  • But… but… ಥ_ಥ Why was it that you only pushed him away?!
  • No matter how much love your heart held for Zen, the embarrassment of someone touching you so intimately was too overwhelming. You couldn’t help it! You just weren’t used to all this…
  • Although Zen tried to keep a strong grip on you so that you couldn’t escape, you always managed to pry his hands off of you (with great difficulty and embarrassment)
  • But he’s a persistent man. “Honey, I do want to be gentle with you, but… but I can’t keep my hands off of you!” he complains sadly, red eyes peering up at you oh so innocently as he stared at you across the café table.
  • So it would be your embarrassment vs his persistence.
  • Zen would try to clutch onto you more and more, and your natural instincts started to kick in—you were constantly elbowing him in the stomach or pushing him away any possible way you could! (You had tried to hold back from doing this before, but his desire to touch you was really getting out of hand! And the more you fought against it, the more he wanted to hold you. It was an endless circle, really.)
  • But in the end, after weeks of this cycle, Zen finally stopped. One night on the balcony, he was just staring at you, contemplating to himself quietly.
  • “Babe…” he mumbles. “Do you not like it when I touch you?”
  • You bit your lip, wondering how you would explain this. “It’s just… I’m not really used to being so… intimate with someone like this.”
  • He casts you a small grin. “Then, let’s just start small. I don’t mind, jagi… I know I’ve been pushy, but haven’t you noticed that you can stand much closer to me without moving away now, at least?”
  • You take a second to look at your positions again. He was right. You were pressed up right against him… You instinctively backed away, but he caught your arm gently.
  • “Here. Let’s just hold hands,” he smiled, staring adoringly into your eyes.
  • You spent the night holding hands with him quietly, watching the stars from the lounge chairs together.


  • She wasn’t one for touch, most of the time… especially not at the start of your relationship!
  • (She felt that it wasn’t proper. Haha, Jumin Han must have influenced her after working together for so long.)
  • But when she finally gathered up the courage to initiate a hug, she was shocked when you threw her arms off of you
  • “MC…? What’s wrong?” she had asked hesitantly, feeling heavily discouraged
  • You struggled to explain that you weren’t used to being touched, and that you couldn’t help but react this way
  • Her smile suddenly brightens. She admits that she’s relieved that she wasn’t the only one lacking experience in a relationship, and that she’d be more than happy to take things slow with you.
  • “I’m not an affectionate person… so I’ve lost the few boyfriends I’ve had because of it. So… I promise that I’ll help you get used to things like holding hands and hugs, okay? And I promise to take it slow,” she beams
  • Jaehee’s always been understanding and considerate of your feelings, and you felt that you could trust her when she said she’ll be patient.
  • “And,” she continued hesitantly. “It’s a bit embarrassing to say this, but… I’m glad that I’d be the only one who can touch you this way,” she says, her golden eyes tender as she smiled slightly at you.


  • He first noticed it on a brunch date, when he had placed his hand over yours and you tensed up
  • Although he decided not to comment about it, he did continue to take notice of your actions
  • The way you practically jumped out of his arms any time he tried to hold you…
  • The way you elbowed him hard as if you were defending yourself from an attacker…
  • The way you backed away from him…
  • “MC… am I scary?” he asked one day, frowning adorably as anxiety filled his features
  • You were confused by the sudden question. “Why do you say that? Of course not!” you reassure him, patting him lightly on the arm.
  • He grabs your hand, and again, you try to take your hand back
  • “Then why do you always shy away from my touch…?” He’s staring at you with sad puppy eyes, and you find it hard to find the words to answer him
  • “N-no… it’s just that I’m not used to it… It’s… weird to me. It makes me feel all weird and squirmy in my chest. I don’t know, Jumin, I really don’t,” you sigh, feeling guilty and frustrated
  • He processes your words, and decides that it’s not the end of the world. “Although it hurts whenever you jab at me, I would very much like to hug you properly one day. If there is any possible way to do so through prolonged exposure to my touch, then I will gladly endure the pain.”
  • You smile awkwardly, feeling that he was overthinking it. It… it wasn’t like you meant to hurt him whenever he tried to hug you… It was just a natural reaction…
  • You secretly prayed to the gods, because you just knew that Jumin would be referring you to doctors for the next few months. Dammit.


  • He would tackle you every time he saw you, and you couldn’t help but elbow him and knee him in the groin every single time
  • I mean, he thought it was just because he was annoying you…
  • But then he noticed how you never did that when he pranked you in other ways
  • No, you only shriveled away from his hugs
  • … but he decided to test that a few more times before jumping to conclusions!
  • MC~!” he screeches, running up from a far distance to gain power as he tackled you to the floor
  • *SMACK*
  • “Oof!” he exclaims as you scramble to get away from him frantically, your hands hitting him at random
  • One time was no biggie.
  • I LOVE YOU~~” he coos, scooting next to you and wrapping his arms around you
  • “Geh! DAMMIT SEVEN, GET OFF OF ME!” you exclaim in a panic, pushing at him any way you could
  • You gave a solid kick to his crotch, and he immediately dropped to the floor, whimpering in pain
  • Tears were filling his eyes and you felt guilty for what you’d done… He’d meant no harm…
  • For the next three weeks, 707 would be forced to stay bedridden.
  • … Zen would bring his own posters and stick them around Seven’s room, claiming it would give good luck and a speedy recovery.
  • To say the least, Seven never wanted to see another picture of Zen again.


  • “Nng!”
  • His eyes are squeezed shut in pain as he tries to subtly hold his crotch (you can’t subtly hold your crotch, V. You can’t.)
  • “I’m so sorry!” you shriek, reaching at him only to retrieve your hand when you realized the awkward area you’d hit
  • He’d only been trying to surprise you with a hug, but you’d ended up turning around and punching him (but your hand somehow wondered to his… cough)
  • He smiles weakly, raising a hand to ruffle your hair. “No… it’s okay. It was my fault for suddenly surprising you…”
  • You bite your lip, looking down as the guilt washes over you. “Jihyun… I’m so sorry. I really didn’t mean to hurt you… It’s just- you know I’m not good with being touched sometimes…”
  • “Silly. This is just one of the many obstacles we have to overcome together,” he reassures you.
  • You giggle, “Obstacle? You make it sound so serious!”
  • His soft smile immediately turns serious. “MC, no matter how kind you think I am, you must remember that even I have inappropriate desires to touch you. Zen’s not wrong when he says all men are wolves…”
  • o//~//o
  • oh. okay.


  • He was a bit thrown off when you suddenly elbowed him. It had taken a lot of courage for him to inch his arms around you, and you’d just shoved him away like that
  • “MC?” he said unsurely, wondering if he had done something wrong. Fear was evident in his voice—he’d never want to hurt you, after all.
  • You jump a bit, avoiding his eyes as you turn around slowly, feeling ashamed. “C-can you not do that?” you mumble.
  • Hurt flashes across his face, and you fumble over your words to explain, “It’s not your fault or anything! I just get a bit embarrassed and uncomfortable when people touch me like that… I’m a bit better when I’m given time to relax from their touch, but it kinda resets every time. My first reaction is to push them away when someone touches me…”
  • He listens quietly, nodding as he hears your explanation. Although you can’t see it, Saeran feels extremely relieved that it wasn’t because of him that you rejected his touch.
  • “I get what you mean,” he murmurs quietly, gently running his fingers through your hair, which you didn’t seem to mind. “I could never be upset with you about something like that. Thank you for telling me,” he casts you a rare, happy smile
  • You throw your arms around him, feeling a strong urge to hug him, squeezing him tightly. He happily snuggles into your arms, although he’s a bit disappointed when you pull away only seconds later.
  • “S-sorry. I can’t keep it up for too long or I feel uncomfortable again,” you apologize. “But you were just too cute, so I really wanted to hug yo-“
  • A small frown adorns his face. “Cute? I’ll show you cute…” He makes a small growl at the back of his throat, narrowing his eyes on you.
  • Oh no.

TransMarcoWeek, Day 1: Realization/Coming Out

I’m writing stuff for every day of TransMarcoWeek!! Yay! She’s so lovely and I love her so much and she deserves all sorts of writing. I’m going to be writing a little fic for each day of this week, tagging with #transmarcoweek, and either skipping or changing Day 3 because I can’t draw or edit screencaps lol.
(Also, until she realizes she’s trans, I use “they” pronouns for her)


Marco blinked slowly, eyes transfixed on the screen.

“Hey Marco, whatcha doin’-?” Star came bounding in, pausing when she saw them. “Hey, are you alright?”

“Huh?” Marco turned to look at her and realized there were tears streaking his face. “N-no, yeah, I’m fine, are, um. Are YOU okay?”

“What are you looking at?” Star asked, peering around his shoulder.

“N-nothing, it doesn’t matter,” they laughed, forcing a smile as they reached to turn off their monitor.

“Marco… “ They winced, finger paused above the monitor’s button. “What is this?”

“It’s…” they sighed, defeated. “Okay, so sometimes I go on the message board for the company that produces my Princess Marco stuff and look through the stuff people say, cuz… I dunno, it makes me feel really good, I guess.”

“What kinds of stuff?” Star asked, pulling a chair up next to theirs.

“I… I don’t know,” they blushed, tugging at their neckline. “Just, like, how… inspirational Princess Marco is and stuff.”

“How inspirational YOU are,” Star corrected, poking his nose. “You ARE Princess Marco.”

“But, I mean…” they paused, sighing loudly. “It’s not like I COULD be a princess, you know? Like, I mean, I’d love to be princess, or even queen, but I’m-” They paused, seeing Star reading the comment thread Marco had pulled up.

“Who is Princess Marco?” the topic line read. “I’ve come to deduce that there ARE no more princesses in the Earth dimension, or there haven’t been for a long time,” the post read. “Whoever this is OBVIOUSLY isn’t an Earth princess, and from what I’ve heard, may not be a GIRL at ALL. Deep voice, masculine build - this is obviously some guy masquerading as a girl and trying to infiltrate OUR space as princesses!” Marco bit their lip, feeling tears well up, having read it again.

“Marco…” Star said softly, resting her hand on their arm. Marco took the mouse and scrolled down a bit, to reveal the dozens of comments below.

“Um, who cares?” the first comment read. “She’s way more of a princess than you, you judgemental hag.”

“My dimension doesn’t even HAVE genders, so Princess Marco is a princess if she wants to be!” read another.

“We love you Princess Marco! Screw all the haters, you’re beautiful and inspired me to be a princess just like you!”

“Is this why you were crying?” Star asked, cocking her head.

“I guess,” Marco chuckled, wiping their eyes again, more tears having streaked their face. “I- I mean… the first post is right, you know? I can’t be a princess, I’m not… a girl. I’m an imposter.” Star puffed, her cheeks flushed.

“Marco, first of all, that’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”


“Look at this,” she said, pulling up the site’s shop page, navigating to the Princess Marco section. “Look at this princess on this gorgeous looking bed spread. Who does it look like?”

“…w-well, me-”

“All that’s changed here is a ponytail and a dress,” she reiterated. “AND, oh, let’s go and buy one.” She clicked the button and it went gray, displaying “Out of Stock”. “Marco, look. All of your products are FLYING off the shelves. Princesses look up to you, you’re beautiful!” Marco felt more tears flowing and nodded, choking back a sob. Star frowned and threw her arms around your neck.

“W-what about J-Jackie?” Marco sobbed into Star’s shoulder. “I-if I’m a girl, can I still like her? W-will she still like me?”

“Of course you can,” Star nodded, pulling Marco to arm’s length to look her in the eyes. “And of course she will. If not, she’s not good enough for you anyway,” Star smiled, brushing Marco’s hair from her eyes. “Are you a girl, Marco?” Marco smiled, still teary-eyed, and nodded firmly. “Then you’re a girl. As simple as that.” Star hugged her tight, pulling her close as she wept softly, stroking her hair. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“How am I gonna tell my parents?” she asked, muffled by Star’s clothes.

“They were fine when Heinous came by, calling you a princess and stuff,” Star shrugged. “Didn’t correct her once. Maybe they figured she knew you better than they did, with all the magic stuff you’ve been doing.” Marco bit her lip and nodded. “You should just be open with them. They’ll understand. They’re like, the coolest parents ever.” She looked up and Star grinned down at her.

“Th-thank you, Star…”

“Don’t thank me, you big nerd,” Star smiled, pulling the weepy girl from her chest. “Now go tell your parents!” She nodded, grinning and wiping her eyes, armed with the new and powerful realization. She WAS Princess Marco.

Devil in Details

Originally posted by faramaiofnerdwoodforest

Winchester Sister Imagine

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“You cross me, I cross you. You hit me, I hit you back twice as hard. You make me your dog, I make you my slave.” The black tux suited man before you had not a spec of dirt on his entire appearance.

“Man, you’re really getting a rise out of me, Crowley. I don’t know how I’ll manage. All chained up and helpless.” Your right finger raised just slightly to give him a special coated finger before your shoulder did a slight wiggle to show comfort.

“This isn’t even the start of the fun love. We’re just getting started.” His coarse voice huffed outward in your general direction.

“Creepy dungeons, sex chains, and there’s still more?” A dramatic gasp came from your lips. “Kinky.” The smile you had only grew wider.

“Ever been told you sound a bit much like Squirrel?” The loud tapping of his black shinning shoes hit dramatically against the cold concrete.

“Well he is my big brother.” Sarcasm filled every aspect of your voice. Every movement you made. “Speaking of my thick headed family, do you really think they won’t come for me?” His eyes glanced down to the floor. Shinning of the bit of light that came through the window. “Unless you made up some bullshit story and they thing you’re in the clear.”

“After that whole stunt with Feathers, do you really think I wouldn’t be on their good side?” The same smirk you wore showed up on his lips. “I knew after he was on death row and I magically swooped in to save the day I’d be within good graces.” There was a upbeat tone to his voice that sent a cold chill down your spine. “All I had to do was tell the Brits about the location so they’d send your lovely yet idiotic mother to clean up the mess.”

“You clever little shit head. You knew Ramiel would kill Cas for doing something stupid trying to be a hero. This was all planned.” Your eyes glanced from side to side in a fast manner. Playing everything over in your head before snapping back to reality. “So how long?”

A look of confusion furrowed in his eyebrows. “How long what?”

“How long have you been obsessing over my ass and planning to kidnap me?” The sarcasm was back in your voice.

Crowley wouldn’t hurt you. The boys would kick his ass into the next decade.

“Did you sit in here starring at this chair I’m siting in. Just visioning strapping me in and feeling all big and bad?” Every word you uttered was filled with sheer confidence. “Let’s face it. You’ve lost your mojo. Humans. My brother Dean. It’s created a crater of softness in that darkened soul of yours. You’ve got no touch anymore.”

Without warning a sharp pain hit your shoulder like a bullet. Followed by an unpleasant deep cracking sound from the same area.

Lost my touch?” His voice was deeper than ever. Like you has struck a cord.

A sting hit your cheek by four strong ball like objects. His knuckles had hit hard, leaving a light indentation of red coloring.

“Lets not forget who I am love, I’m-”

“Bloody Crowley. I’m aware.” There was a soreness in your voice as your right eyebrow in an irritated and cocky manner. “Do you really think he won’t come for me?” The words were practically spat at him.

“Lucifer? Didn’t your heroic brothers tell you the news?” His body moved slightly closer to yours, though still leaving a fair amount of space between the pair of you. “He’s back in the cage love. Exactly where he belongs.” In an instant your face tightened. Keeping your face down but your eyes upward in a threatening manner.

Don’t.” There were no more playful tones lingering upon your lips.

“Don’t what? Did I hit a nerve?” Your eyes shut at his words. Like they were carving into your soul.

Lucifer…” silently your mind called out to him. Hoping it wasn’t true that he was gone.

The moment your eyes slowly began to open, a smile just as slowly spread on your lips.

“This is just the beginning of our fun together.” The sound of his thick accent filling your ears was enough to make you gag.

“Wouldn’t count on it…love.” You taunted back at him.

“Oh really? And why’s that?” You only answered his question by twirling your right index finger at him.

His body turned around. Only to be greeted by a firm, locking hand around his neck.

“Threatening my defenseless, unborn little squirt? Tsk tsk tsk.” Lucifer’s mocking tone surrounded you both. Only sending a warm feeling down your spine instead of the chill that no doubt was creeping down Crowley’s.

A bright glowing, radiant light absorbed the air, shinning in every direction. A set of full beautiful wings hit the wall behind the towering Devil’s build.

“Buh-bye Crowley.” And just like that the bastard was gone. Only leaving a thick red cloud of smoke where he once stood.

“So you only came for the ‘little squirt’?” You asked, a smile on your face as a blue shield of light came to your injuries.

“Possibly.” A small smile rested perfectly on his lips as his hands did work to get your restraints off and finishing his inspecting of you.

“I’m deeply offended your arrival wasn’t for me.” Reaching upward you grabbed hold of his hands as he helped you into your bare feet.

“Don’t you think it’s kind of a package deal?” His lips pursed only slightly with a tilt of his head.

Hands extended suddenly to the reasonable sized bump in the middle of your body. Holding it from both gently. A deep hiccup like feeling emerged in a fit of excitement.

“I think he likes you.” Your cheeks turned red in happiness and slight embarrassment of how mushy the situation had gotten.

“He’d better.” His piercing eyes looked directly into yours. “I helped create the little Devil.”




Star Trek Voyager intro… WITH LYRICS?!!

Once you hear it… It can not be unheard.