they are calling your name

anonymous asked:

Trans anon Rodney answered yesterday! The reason why is because I need to have my name on my tag. And jumping from a hyper feminine name that starts with an M to a masculine name that starts with an A is going to raise some questions so I just like to get it out if the way.

I totally didn’t even think about the name issue. But I have known (in my own family no less) differently gendered names. I had a second cousin named Stacy who was male and his uncle named Beverly. So I don’t put much stock in names being gendered. Ask them to call you by your preferred name. I still don’t feel it’s their business as to why.

-Rodney

OTEverybody

Originally posted by t-yong

Rated:  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Pairing: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Summary: Being NCT’s manager was challenging as it is, add to that the fact that suddenly half of them feel the need to win your affection.

(A/N): I wrote this before I arrived so now I have something to give.



You peeped into the practice room to find the 127 sub-unit practicing vigorously for the smtown show. You wanted to stand there and watch for a bit, just enjoy the sight but Doyoung noticed you in the mirror, calling you name.

“You have your visa interview today, so go get changed.” You said in your best professional voice. You noticed Jaehyun then, come up to the chair at the corner of the room and pick up his water bottle. He was in a tank top that showed off his muscular arms and gave a peek at his toned chest. His hair was wet from sweat and his face shined.

“Nice shirt.” You said in English, he turned to you with the ghost of a smirk.

“You know I understand English perfectly well right?” He said, a little cocky.

“Of course. What’s the point of flirting if you don’t even understand what I’m saying.” He choked on his water and you turned around to walk away.

“Go home and get dressed, the interview is at 3.” You announced before walking out. Everyone in the room stared at the door in stunned silence before turning their attention to Jaehyun. Once his initial shock subsided his chest inflated in victory.

“She’s just joking.” Johnny was the first to break the silence.

“Obviously, Jaehyun isn’t her type.” Yuta laughed uncomfortably.

“She likes intelligent people she told me.” Taeyong mumbled. The smile Jaehyun had plastered on his face suddenly faded.

“He even smiles like an idiot.” Donghyuck whispered and Jaehyuun threw a towel at him.

They all then heard your name being announced loudly in the corridor and made their way out to see what it was.

“Can I come with your group for the interview today?” Baekyun asked her, “I missed my interview yesterday.” He pouted very prominently.

“He’s really the worst at this.” Johnny said, even Mark agreed to that.

“Uh-sure. It’s at three you can just be here then Baekhyun-sshi.” You said diligently.

“I told you to call me Oppa didn’t I?” He whined a little.

“Jesus Christ, I don’t even think we’ll have to embarrass him, he’s doing it all himself.” Everyone jumped at the sudden voice behind them, turning to see Ten.

“Where did y-” Johnny began

“How did y-” Yuta added.

“Haechan filled me in. Guys this way Chanyeol Hyung is our only threat.” He said seriously.

As if on queue, Chanyeol walked out of one of the studios.

“I missed my interview too.” He said flippantly.

“Yah! You were asleep, you shouldn’t get another chance.

“Who’s going to tell the fans I didn’t come to the concert because Baekhyun didn’t want me to huh?” He said looking bored. He then turned to you with a bright smile.

“I’ll be ready at three.” He said decisively.

“I really don’t think I should be the one to go with both of you. Your manager is my senior, I don’t want any misunderstanding.” You said cautiously, this would not go down well for many reasons.

“I’ll talk to him don’t worry.” He winked pulling his phone out. She only gave a flustered reply, walking away to finish paperwork.

“You’re wasting your time Hyungs.” Taeyong’s voice made everyone turn and made Baekhyun and Chanyeol aware of their presence in the same space.

“Y-yeah.” Donghyuck said unsure of where this was going, but sticking by his Hyung’s side. Yuta seemed to catch on and laughed.

“Yeah, our manager just hit on Jaehyun a few minutes ago,” He put an arm on Jaehyun’s shoulder and he looked at him like he wanted to punch him,” Isn’t that right Jaehyun.” Jaehyun really wasn’t enjoying being victimised like this. Yuta nudged Jaehyun.

“Y-yeah,” Jaehyun laughed awkwardly, “She really likes tank tops.” Johnny, Jaehyun, Taeyong, Yuta and Donghyuck all laughed awkwardly.

“You guys are insane.” Taeil mumbled.

“Chanyeol looks great in a tank top too okay. Look at these arms.” Baekhyun lifted up his arm and flaunted it to the group, “Everyone knows he’s one of the prettiest idols.” Baekhyun said proudly.

“I can play the guitar.” Chanyeol said, unsure of what to add.

“Yeah, chicks dig that.” Baekhyun said.

“I’m leaving.” Taeil said and Mark followed not wanting to be a part of this absurd situation anymore.

“Johnny plays the piano!” Ten said defensively.

“Yeah, and she once said Jaehyun has the best voice she’d heard.” Johnny said.

“Wait what really?” Jaehyun turned to Johnny, who looked like he realised his mistake, “Why didn’t you tell me that before?”

“I-uh, It never came up. That’s not important right now.” He pushed it aside.

“Hey! I’m the ballad star!” Baekhyun shouted.

“That’s actually Kihyun but please continue, this is the best thing I’ve seen all day. Office drama is so rare these days.” Everyone Jumped at the sudden voice.

“Heechul Hyung!” Baekhyun said blushing.

“Who is this cat fight about anyway?” He said, eating from a packet of crisps.

“My Manager!” Mark said, finally voicing the injustice he felt.

“Oh yeah, she’s nice, we talk sometimes,” Heechul said nonchalantly, “She taught me some English too.” Everyone stared stunned.

“Fuck this.” Everyone turned to Johnny in shock.

“Hyung are you going?” Baekhyun asked Heechul.

“You didn’t go last time.” Taeyong added helpfully.

“Doesn’t mean I’m not going this time.” He was trying to hide the smirk fighting to show.

“Also next time all of you want to fight over a girl, make sure the chairman isn’t in.” With that, he walked away leaving a bunch of now nervous boys behind.

Let Me Show You (Chubby!Reader x Obi-Wan Kenobi)

Prompt: “Obi-Wan or Padme with chubby reader?” 

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You stood in front of the mirror, tracing a finger down the newest stretch mark scarring your torso. You bit your lip as it began to quiver with the weight of the tears forming in your eyes. One more mark. You’d thought you were doing better. You’d tried dieting, and exercise, and counting every goddamn calorie that wormed its way into your body, and yet here you were, in front of a mirror you still hated.

Suddenly, you were broken out of your stare-down with your reflection as you heard the door to your apartment slide open. Only one other person had a key, and you knew who it was even before he called out your name. He was home from his mission early; usually, this fact would make you smile and go rushing into his arms. But you didn’t want to see him today - or, rather, you didn’t want him to see you.

“(Y/N)?” your lover’s accented voice called out. You heard the whooshing of his robes as he walked further in. “I’m sorry for barging in, but I knocked a few times and I didn’t get an answer.”

Quickly wiping your eyes and letting your shirt fall back down to cover your stomach, you practiced smiling in the mirror before walking out to see Obi-Wan standing in your living room.

Looking up, he gave a smile of his own, though you could tell his was more genuine than yours. How could he be so happy, with someone as ugly as you as a lover?

“There you are,” he grinned, stepping closer and drawing you into a tight embrace. “Stars, I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you sighed, burying your face into his shoulder and inhaling his scent.

You felt him stiffen, and for the first time, you cursed how perceptive he was to your moods.

“Dear one,” he murmured, pulling away to look down at you, concern written across his features. “You’re…sad. More than that, you’re devastated. What happened? Are you alright?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but you closed it as you felt fresh tears well up behind your eyelids, and you looked down, hoping he wouldn’t see.

“I’m fine,” you whispered, but your voice trembled, betraying your true feelings. Eyebrows furrowing even more, Obi-Wan gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilted your head up. Upon seeing his beautiful eyes, you felt a tear slip down your cheek. He was so beautiful; he could have any woman in the galaxy. Why would he choose you?
“You’re not fine,” he insisted. “Now, please, tell me what’s wrong.”

“It’s nothing-”

“Now why would someone cry over nothing?” he interrupted. Grabbing both of your hands, he pulled you to the couch, guiding you to sit beside him. Turning to face you, he gently cupped your cheek. “Please, my love?”

Sighing, you let your eyes close, leaning into his touch, debating whether or not to open up to him. In the past, you’d somewhat expressed your insecurities, but he’d quickly shush you, telling you that you were beautiful to him and that such worries were unfounded. But you never believed him; how could you, when you’d experienced a lifetime of the world telling you otherwise?

“I…I don’t…”

You struggled with your words, wondering how you could even start to list everything that was wrong. Looking over his face, finally you simply gripped the hem of your shirt and pulled it up, revealing the newest stretch mark making its way down your side.

Looking down, you watched Obi-Wan’s blue eyes trace down it, but his face remained the same, not betraying any emotion.

“Are…you trying to tell me your stomach hurts?” he asked, and you threw your shirt down, sighing in frustration.

“Did you see it?”

“See what?”

“Obi-Wan, you know what I’m talking about.”

“No, (Y/N),” he protested. “Honestly, I don’t. Would you mind enlightening me?”

“I have another stretch mark!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up. “Right there, running down my side.”

“So?”

“So I’m fat, and my body is disgusting, and-”

“Oh, for the love of-” he sighed, rubbing his forehead. “This again? (Y/N), I’ve told you that I love your body. There is nothing disgusting about-”

“No,” you suddenly yelled, surprising the both of you with your outburst. Mouth still slightly opened, his voice fell silent upon hearing you, and you took the opportunity to finally explain how you feel.

“No,” you repeatedly quietly. “You don’t get it. I… have no idea how you can stand the sight of me, much less want me. I’m overweight and have curves in all the wrong places; I’m not pretty like other girls. And you know… People say that you need to love yourself, that you’re beautiful no matter what, but those people are prettier than me, and they don’t know what it’s like to look the way I do. And you…you’re so beautiful, Obi-Wan. You could be with anybody else; you don’t have to be stuck with a sad, fat girl who hates herself.”

For a long moment, Obi-Wan sat in silence, simply looking at you with an astonished expression you’d only seen a few times before. Sighing, you bowed your head as more tears fell, and you wiped them away with your sleeve, not knowing what else to say.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Obi-Wan get up. You didn’t move or look up, however, until you felt his arms wrap around you, and suddenly you were in his arms, being carried bridal-style into your bedroom.

“Stop,” you said, trying to push him away. “I’m too heavy.”

“I’m strong in both body and in the force, love,” he murmured, and you realized he was using the force to help him hold you. You felt even worse at this fact, and you hid your face in his chest with shame until he set you down on your feet in front of your full-length mirror.

“Look at yourself,” he commanded, but you refused, looking down at your feet.

“Do as I say,” he added, and something in his tone made you lift up your eyes. There you were, standing there with Obi-Wan behind you. You watched his hands raise up, and you felt his fingers slowly run through your hair.

“Your hair feels like silk, you know,” he whispered. “It’s one of the first things I noticed after I kissed you for the first time.” His finger moved around to your front, his wrists resting on your shoulders as his hands traced down your jawline.

“I noticed your eyes the first time we met,” he then stated. “How deep they are, how there’s an intelligence constantly flickering behind them. And your nose…” A soft smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Your nose is adorable to me. And your lips are perfectly shaped to fit against mine. They feel like rose petals, and the way you bite them when you’re thinking about something makes me want to steal you away to my bed and keep you there for hours.”

A deep blush tinted your cheeks. “Obi-Wan, what are you-”

“Your neck is the perfect canvas for love bites,” he pressed on, running his hands over it briefly. Then, his hands found their way to your breasts, running down them gently. “And I know you don’t like these, for some reason I’ve never been able to fathom. Personally, I think they’re neither too big or small; to me, they’re magnetic, and I could spend all day looking at them, touching them, licking them, biting them.”

His hands traced lower still, hiking your shirt up until he was sliding it completely off. Then, his palms mapped out your torso, skimming down your sides and over your stomach. Goosebumps raised up everywhere he touched, and your eyes drifted over his face in the mirror as he spoke.

“I know that this world is a cruel place,” he stated. “But they’re all idiots if they can’t see your beauty. You’re bigger than other girls; it’s just a fact. But it’s also a fact that you fit in my arms perfectly. It’s a fact that I think you’re beautiful, and sexy, and the most desirable person alive. You’re soft, and supple, and I’ll believe that, with all my heart, until we’re both old, until I draw my last breath. I love you, and I’m completely obsessed with your body.”

You let out a shuddering sigh, new tears falling down your cheeks for an entirely different reason. Turning around, you cupped his face and kissed him, pouring your heart into it, willing him to see how much his words meant and how much you loved him.

“I love you,” you whispered, finally pulling away after several long moments. His eyes met yours, and his voice nearly cracked with the sincerity behind his words.

“And I love you, (Y/N).”

nellietrelawney  asked:

This isn't exactly random, just my rare pair: Sybill x Regulus, Marauders Era :)

“Let me check again.” Sybill said and held her hand out. 

Regulus sighed and laid his hand in hers, palm up. She bent low over it and ran her long fingers gentle over the lines. As she studied his palm, he studied her face. Her wild curls were held back by a scarf she had tied like a headband and her long lashes hid her dark green eyes from his view. 

“I think I see a new line, just here. I’m sure that means something has changed.” 

“Sybill.” he called her name softly

“Maybe if we consult your chart again-” 

“Sybill.” He cut her off, his voice firmer. His hand was still cradled in hers, she refused to meet his eyes. “Sybill, love, look at me.” 

She took a deep breath and met his tender gaze. Tears clung to her eyelashes, making them clump together and the red in her eyes made the green all the brighter. “We can change it.” her voice trembled. 

Regulus cupped her cheek and she leaned into the touch. He didn’t say ‘Of course we can’ and he didn’t say ‘I’ll never leave you.’ and he didn’t say ‘I’ll make it out of this alive.’  Instead, he looked deep into the eyes of the woman he loved and said, “Marry me.” 

Your Name is “Jacqueline”, but your soon-to-be-adoptive family like to call you “Jackie”

speaking of your soon-to-be-adoptive family

you are going to be in the custody of the Lalonde/Strider Family

and you don’t know any of the people you will soon be calling “Family” other than the sweet girl named Dirk holding your hand at the moment

but other than waiting in a line to sign the custody papers for me, I’m ready to meet my family

Animal Hybrid/Petstuck Event ===> Start!

// Ask her questions

Music Themes-Raiden

General theme: the cure - Burn 

Don’t look don’t look" the shadows breathe
Whispering me away from you
“Don’t wake at night to watch her sleep
You know that you will always lose
This trembling
Adored
Tousled bird mad girl”
But every night I burn
But every night I call your name
Every night I burn
Every night I fall again

Sad theme: Celldweller - under my feet

So this is how it feels to suffer?
And I had so much to say
But it’s over now
And I’m going down
Alone, alone
I’ve no guarantees
I’ll recognize my disease
Before my time has gone
It’s all I’ve found
Can’t get the hell off the ground
Out from under my feet

Fight theme: Blue Stahli - Armageddon

I am the beast, I am the earth
I am the blood that fills the sky
I am the feast of famine, thirst
And every will to justify

Love theme: Amaranthe - Amaranthine

Time
Is the reason why we fight to stay alive
Until the morning comesIt’s a strife
But the shimmer in your eyes just makes me know
That you and I belongAnd you can light the dark all by your own
So let us show the world our love is strongLike a sign
Like a dream
You’re my amaranthine
You are all I needed, believe me
Like we drift in a stream
Your beauty serene
There’s nothing else
In life I ever need
My dream

Happy theme: FooFighters - Long road to ruin

Let’s say we take this town
No king or queen of any state
Get up to shut it down
Open the streets and raise the gates

Death theme: Stefanie Joosten - Quite Theme song

Birds In the sky Carry These words for me Life Tasted sweet It let me live Let me breathe Love Hurt so bad But still… Saved my soul Flowers Of a brighter past

Tagged by: @kittkaleen 

Tagging: @kireinateine, @kitsukii , @longshotrookie , @roka-gunshiken @faust-tia, @bekeilske ,@linalexandra-ffxiv

have fun!!

Which OC will answer to literally every nick name given to them?

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The peach scene is the one, while reading the book, you’d imagine would be unfilmable, and Luca said he’s not shy and likes a good challenge. What he just told me, in fact, was that he didn’t believe that it could be done until he tried it himself, figured it could be done, and then spoke to you about it and said, “go for it!”