they put a lot of detail in his eyes

Samurai Jack Cross Stitch

Here’s how I cross stitched Samurai Jack from a picture.

It’s a promo pic that I really love back from when the original series was broadcast. This was one of a set of three landscapes. I picked my palette using the colours in the pic, and worked out how to stitch it with this printout

I worked out a scale for how many squares on the fabric fit each cm square of the printout. I used a few thread markers on the fabric here and there to help plan it out, but I just stitched the areas going by the grid. I did not put a grid on the fabric. It’s all whole cross stitch, no fractionals, because I knew the detail would be in the outlines.

When all the cross stitch was done, I used lots of backstitch to define detail, and some simple longstitch for the Aku totems. Jacks eyes are entirely white underneath, I used black satin stitch over them to get his pupils where I wanted, and extra backstitch to define his hairline, for instance.

Matchbox for scale

The back (to the past)

Finished in a natty frame

Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed the new series!

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I went through all the times Dark made an appearance in yesterday’s videos again, including the old ones (don’t blink, don’t move and relax). Here are my thoughts (this turned out way longer than planned, and it’s not even all, yay for way to much theorizing?):

If you’ve found the Exit video, you know that after you go through the door, you see Dark smiling at you and you get put back into prison. Dark made the loop. Like @caustic-synishade​ pointed out here (and Mark “confirmed”): he wants you to get stuck in the game. Now I was thinking, why the prison? Mark even said at the beginning that he’s seen us before, so that would make more sense right? But consider this: the only way you can get Mark killed in the game, without Dark making a clear appearance, is by choosing to split up. That event only occurs when you escape the prison again, Dark wants you to find this other option. This way, you make it easier for him to take over. He doesn’t even have to go through all of the trouble of killing Mark, you took care of that. (More on Dark taking over later)

Originally posted by septicpotato

So, Dark makes a clear appearance when you choose the Horror play in the theatre. There are some (okay, way too many) things that caught my attention regarding his powers. First, Mark disappears. Dark appears on the stage, your vision gets stretched and weird. Next thing you know, you’re somewhere else, with Dark in front of you. This, suddenly appearing somewhere else, happens a lot in the videos with and without Dark. The ones with Dark are more sudden, unlike the other ones, where Mark hugs you, puts his hands before your eyes, etc. I think he also did this during the Exit video, like I pointed out before, when you are suddenly put back in the prison. This makes me think that Dark is capable of some serious telekinesis (I have so much more to say about this! So I’ll probably do a different post on what I think Dark’s powers are, with more detail and research).

His behaviour is also very interesting (during the Horror, Freedom and Left videos)! Like @http-jack​ says in this post (thank you for putting my thoughts together so well!), Dark is serious business. He wears a suit, makes sure he speaks clearly, puts his hands behind his back and has good posture. This guy is bursting of self-confidence and he doesn’t play around. But that doesn’t mean he never loses his temper. Every single time he raises his voice, you can see that he didn’t mean that to happen. He fixes his tie and jacket, sighs and continues his speech. If we say that the options Dark gives you at the end of Horror are the “canon” times he made an appearance, then he’s been around since June 2012. More than enough time to get seriously pissed off.

Originally posted by markfangirl

Not only his behaviour, but also the things he says lead me to believe that Dark is anything but happy with Mark.I’ve been pushed aside. Replaced. Mocked. And then, he had the gall to not invite me to his little adventure with you. No more. Never again. It’s my turn now.
He’s angry with Mark’s arrogance and ignorance towards him. He’s waited long enough, giving Mark the change to do this willingly, but if Mark won’t let him in, he’ll do it himself. He’s jealous of all of the attention Mark’s been getting, while he was humiliated and forgot. He’s desperate to show off how stupid Mark was for ignoring him. “Take your pick, anything of four different choices. More than he could’ve ever given you. (…) If dinner is what you want, then I can provide. And I can take you wherever you’d like to go. (…) I can give you anything! (…) There’s nothing you, or he, can do to stop me!” He shows off how strong he is and how weak Mark is beside him. He straight up says he can give you so much more than Mark, you just have to let him in, it’s as simple as that.

Dark’s loving all the attention he’s finally getting. He’s putting up one hell of a show. He shows off his powers, mocks Mark and he pretends he gives you a choice (with the loop the choice at the end of Horror). Even though Mark puts up a fight, I don’t think Dark ever really leaves or gave any of us a choice:

I’ll talk more about the difference in the speech of Mark and Dark in the Right and Left videos in the powers post, but at the end of both videos, it’s clear Dark is still there. When you “accidentally” kill Mark, it’s clear Dark’s still here and here to stay. “But now we’re going to be together, forever.”
If you actually shoot Dark, he’s not gone. In the Right video, your vision is still somewhat distorted, but the actual Mark is there. Dark never left and he didn’t actually give you a choice, he took control. It’s his turn now.

Now, I was thinking, why is Dark so obsessed with getting a connection between you and him? “I’ve been waiting a long time to get some, personal time between us. (…) So, now that we are here together, we can really get know each other.”
Consider this: he needs us. He can take over Mark, but Mark’s able to push him out. But we’re not. Mark’s there in his physical form, we’re not. He knows that Mark cares a lot about us, so what does he do? Make us suffer. He loves to see Mark suffer (in don’t blink and relax, Mark’s hurt in some way), and he knows he can hurt him by hurting us.

Originally posted by markfangirl

If you read the whole thing, thank you! I’d love to hear your thoughts on this. I’ll do way more theorizing on things like: Is Dark there the entire time? What are his powers? What even is he? How far does this rabbit hole even go? Who knows Dark, who knows.


Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,008

Warnings: fluff, maybe a swear word? but really just entirely fluff

Prompt: AU. Painter reader and Mechanical engineer student Dean Winchester. Reader decides that Dean gets to be her canvas today.

A/N: Betad by @taste-of-dean like two weeks ago, this fic has just been sitting waiting for me to post it but I got sidetracked by phxcon.

Originally posted by deanwinchestar

Y/N was in her favorite button down - the one that was covered in oil and acrylic colors, flicked, smeared and dotted in all different places. It was previously her fathers, though she had stolen it from his closet when she took her first art class her freshman year of high school. Dean always knew what was happening when she wore it.

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Drunken Confession

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader (Y/N Y/L/N)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k-ish

Summary: The Reader confesses to Dean. 

Warnings: None really. Just a bit of fluff :) 

Author’s Note: Hey guys! This is my entry for  @winchester-writes Rose’s Birthday Drinking Challenge!! My prompt: Republic Tequila - “Y'know know, they’re all ‘Well…you gotta drink too.” it’ll be bolded in the fic. I hope you guys like it!!!

Drunken Confession

I’m not that much of a drinker.

Usually, it was Sam and I that had to drag Dean’s drunken ass back to the Impala after he made a complete idiot out of himself in front of the bar’s waitress.

It was never me.

But tonight was different. Especially when the feelings you’ve been harboring deep inside your core for the green eyed Winchester were finally reaching maximum overload.

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anonymous asked:

Aftercare with the boys after some love making? 😏

I’m not gonna lie, but I was so excited to right this and now that I’ve got round to it I kinda forgot where I was going with them. 

What I do know though, is that I may create another part for the older!bros if you guys enjoy this!

which I hope you do because god dang Older!Noct is just stuck in my head and he’s so gorgeous no matter how old he is… 

Gladio is a very very tender man after making love to the one he truly loves and wants to be with. He’s the type to look at you with the most gorgeous gleam in his eyes that make you forget just how much of a powerhouse he is on the battlefield (and sometimes in the throws of passion). He’s caress your cheek so gently because he’s almost afraid that he’d accidentally hurt you, treat you like you were a fragile piece of china.

And he’d caress the ends of your hair before tucking the runaways that have fallen in front of you face behind your ear. He’d be smiling just as tenderly as his touch Of course, you’d smile right back and he’d only cup your cheek  and press a kiss to you forehead, cheeks, nose and lips once you’d snuggled up to him.

There would be very minimal talking and it would depend upon how rough he was. If he was rougher than normal, he’d ask ‘you okay?’ rather casually. But it would break you into laughter or into a wide smile. Mainly because it would show that he wasn’t mad at you. That he still cared.
Apart from that it would just be small things: looking back at the day just gone, maybe making a few plans for the future. After a couple of months there would just be the inclination of starting a family, though nothing would ever be set in stone considering his duty to the crown. But he never said no. He’d say ‘I’d like that’ or ‘sounds like a plan for when you’re ready.’ Because even if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t be the one lugging a child in his body. So it would be up to you.

After making love for the first time with him, he would be a little verbal after the act, making sure you were okay, that he wasn’t too tender or too rough. Because it was easy for him to miscalculate how he was in bed, it would have been very impulsive, so he’d need to get a better idea of what you truly liked.

Sometimes, the small talks would lead to another round. Because he would often tease you with chaste and sinful kisses. 

He’d either hum or sing for you (he’s a good singer now) so you could sleep soundly. Because of this, you’d usually fall asleep first. But if he had an excruciatingly long day - both from guarding the prince and trying not to thin about you too much - he’d fall asleep because you would be able to notice his weariness, and you’d hum and sing for him instead. 

On those days, he’d value your chest as his pillow, although you would be cradling his head in such a way that you breasts were his only pillow, and he’d let both your voice and your heart lull him to sleep.

Most of the time though, he’d refuse sleep until you were at peace in your slumber and he’d be holding you to him. Sometimes he’d even slip one of his vest tops on you so wouldn’t wake to a horrible chill at four in the morning.

Originally posted by connorkenvay

Prompto would be a little similar to Gladio, but also entirely different. Sometimes there would be absolutely no talking because you would have fallen asleep, or the only talking shared would be from looking at the pictures he had taken.

But he would also be the master of teasing you. Not in Gladio’s style, but from just saying sweet things like ‘This is my fave photo of you from the day - the lighting captures your perfection so well and it makes you look so radiant’. But one that would always be with you was ‘the dawn makes you look like a goddess bringing in the new day. And the dusk makes you look like the same goddess waving farewell to the day. But the moonlight? That easily transform you into the most beautiful angel.’

“If I really am an angel, I must have done something real bad to be banished down here then.”

“That’s the most comforting thing you’ve ever said.” And, of course, he’d show you his best smile. “Because you loving me so much that you’d get banished to be with me makes my heart sing.”

And it would turn playful, mainly with tickle fights. Which, again, may or may not lead to another, more playful, round. Though they were very rare because most of the time you’d be far to embarrassed to even stay awake. Because you’d be hiding your face in his neck, and the feeling of his pulse on your temple would send you to sleep quicker than any lullaby would.

The after care after making love to you the very first time round would be a very concerned and embarrassed Prompto checking over you repeatedly. Because it was his very first time of having a sexual encounter. And he loved you so much that he just wanted to make sure he did it right to your tastes. But goddamn he needn’t have worried about that. But worry he did and he’d only stop once you pecked his lips. But whether you then treated him to a round is entirely up to you. Because, he wasn’t gonna turn it down.

Originally posted by ffxvsnow

Ignis would most certainly be the type to pillow-talk. Because making love with you would also build a bond of faith and trust between the two of you. And it would be the only time he’d be sober of caffeine for him to not only feel drowsy, but far more relaxed. But maybe that would be because he couldn’t be mum friend to you without feeling absolutely mortified. Mainly after making love you.

It is a well known fact to you that he has perfected the skill of intense love making. He’d take slow to a while new level but it was also known to you that he could be rough. Depending upon a - how long you’d been oh-so-casually teasing him - and b - how long it had been since you two had been able to have time alone.

It was a must-do thing to ask if you were okay after, but he didn’t make it a rarity either. But he would make ask if you wanted anything before going to sleep: a glass of water, a window upon, a blanket and so on. 

Regardless if you wanted anything or not, talking was a must. At first he was against it, but you told him ‘you always take on everyone’s burdens, now let me take on yours. What’s the point of fighting alone if you know you’ll be stronger fighting with another?’ And suddenly it became a thing.

Sometimes the talks would be trivial, sometimes they would be deep. Sometimes they were happy, other times they were just goddamn depressing. But what didn’t change was his actions during these talks.

He would just be holding you to his chest, either talking softly or listening intently, and he’d be looking at you with his piecing green eyes looking at you so gently you could feel his soul embracing yours. At first it was a very strange feeling, but you quickly learned it was because his eyes looked so much brighter without glasses that they just drew you in.

After the first love making ‘session’, he visibly flushed at your staring and he legit pouted when you found it amusing. Of course he played it behind his typical Ignis sarc, but he couldn’t keep it up forever. And he soon just stared right back at you, right into your eyes, and then chuckled when you flushed.

Although he didn’t seem like the Ignis everyone knew and loved, he really was. But he had just adopted a side he would only ever show you on a common basis. And when he unintentionally showed it to you in front of everyone the next day, Noct was the first to say ‘I think he needs a doctor’ and check his temperature. And it was somehow comforting….

Anyway, moving back to the point at hand, it’s also a well known fact that he really doesn’t get that much sleep. So the pillow-talk helps him get sleepier than Noct and having sex you definitely uses all that caffeine. Rest assured that he will be a lot happier the following morning. And he would be looking so radiant that the boys will just know what you had done. And no one really wanted to know apart from Gladio, who always asked the most disturbing questions which would always be accompanied by Noct and Prompto’s gagging noises.

Originally posted by verryfinny

Noctis is another barrel of fish - pun unintended. Now, people like to think that he’d just fall asleep ridiculously quickly. Don’t get me wrong, that is definitely one of the most common occurrences. But he is also the most willingly to have a mess around and stay up until you grew tired: which could be anywhen.

His aftercare definitely depends upon the situation. 

Had a relatively easy day of just driving around the place? He’d fall asleep without even knowing he’d closed his eyes. Most of the time on top of you. 
Just spent all day in a royal tomb over run by daemons? He’d do a little talking. Just a lot of I love yous.

But on days where everything just weighed him down? On days where he just wanted to break down? Aftercare would be full of sentimental value. Although he’d just put forward insecurities and where his heart on his face - sometimes he would actually go into silent breakdown mode - he wouldn’t talk about them in so much detail. Because just thinking about them would hurt. 

But if you were injured slightly? He’d gently tease you after it all. If you had just recovered from a nasty injury? He would be blaming himself and he would literally vow to you that he would never let it happen again. 

If you had scared him on more than one occasion throughout the door - like jumping on his back and yelling ‘IMPERIALS WANT OUR BLOODS TODAY’ - he will be extra silent on you whilst curling up to you.

But each scenario always led to the cutest things. Noct was obsessed with playing with your fingers. He’d hold your hand, fiddle with your fingers, kiss your fingertips and then and he’d weave them with his. If he was cuddling up to you, he’d put your hand on his head and you knew you’d have to play with his hair. If he was the one to hold you, he’d bury his face in your hair, rest his chin on the crown of your head, play with your hair. 
But both circumstances also had him smiling so tenderly at you, had him pecking your lips, the backs and palms of your hand. And he would always fall asleep holding onto your hand.

And the only times he would ask if you were okay with the intercourse, would be during it.

But you can rest assured that he would definitely be extremely smiley the next morning and oh em gee he would be absolutely adorable all day. Well, until some silly sausage would be evil to him. Like you saying he should drive for a couple of days because Iggy had pooped himself out so badly that he was ill.

That’s right. You also wanted people to get used to his driving. Because you found it so entertaining. You strange person.

Opps. I just burned myself. Oh well XD

Originally posted by mineraruuota


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requested: low-key upset there’s only going to be one more season of teen wolf 

Dating Scott McCall would include:

  • the first time Scott sees you he is overwhelmed by your beauty and stops whatever he is doing 
  • Stiles notices this and nudges him, smirking and raising his eyebrows
  • the two of you spent months flirting but did not acknowledge your feelings
  • until the pack sits Scott down and tells him you love him and the two of you should stop dancing around one another 
  • so the next day he’s a fumbling awkward mess that has a bouquet of flowers in his hand and is trying to find the words to ask you out 
  • you find his nerves endearing and of course say yes
  • Scott’s puppy eyes being your weakness and of course he knows this 
  • you and Melissa scolding him 
  • and when you’re alone Scott getting all whiny and cuddly complaining that his girlfriend and mom are ganging up on him
  • she honestly just loves you 
  • like she will find you and Scott asleep in his bed cuddling and will take some cute photos of you guys
  • being close with Stiles
  • helping Stiles with research for the pack
  • you and Scott being that cute couple that everyone adores and secretly wants someone to love them like you love each other 
  • but behind doors you and Scott can be kinky little shits
  • Scott loves bending you over his knee and spanking you 
  • dirty talk 
  • teasing you in the middle of class by running his hand up your thigh and putting pressure on your clothed clit which leaves you aroused (which he can smell) and squirming for the rest of the lesson or day 
  • if you had time Scott will drag you into the closest room and fuck you over a desk 
  • Scott’s alpha eyes turn you the fuck on 
  • and once he learns this he will always flash them in the bedroom and command you, “yes Alpha”
  • finding comfort in your scent 
  • Scott can get crazy protective/possessive, especially if you’re being touched or hit on big time by some douche that won’t leave you alone
  • forcing Scott to watch some of your favourite tv shows
  • “oh come on, I’m way more attractive than him” 
  • “of course you are darling”
  • the tendency to tickle one another 
  • piggy back rides from time to time
  • Scott loves seeing you in his lacrosse jersey and after a win (and loss too probably) he will take you home and fuck you in nothing but his jersey 
  • slow sex where you just memorise every detail of each other’s bodies 
  • lots of eye rolling at your boyfriend
  • Scott getting really excited at the smallest of thing and you love the way his eyes light up and he gives you that adorable grin when he does 
  • hickies on his jaw
  • rides on his motorbike 
  • yes that includes motorbike sex
  • Stiles walking in you on 
  • “oh my god! Put a sock on the door or something! My eyes, I think I need to go pour some bleach into my eyes now, bye”
  • Stiles third-wheeling
  • never forgetting you (IM SORRY I HAD TO)
Fix You - Chapter Three

SPN FanFic

~ After being gone for months, Y/N has returned home to the boys with no memory of their life together.~

Reader, Dean, Sam

2,195 Words

Warnings: Angst, more of the same, little more pain, few more tears.

A/N: Huge thank you to @idreamofhazel who allowed me to talk out my issues the other day. This was about to be benched because I wasn’t feeling it. But I think I worked it out. Thanks Lindsee :)

Chapters: One ~ Two ~ Three ~ Four ~

Chapter Three - Coming Back:

“That’s really great news Y/N.” Sam was looking up at you from his chair in the library, a proud smile spread across his face. “And it just, came back to you?”

You nodded excitedly while Dean came around from behind you and made his way to the bar cart. “Yeah, well not everything came back,” he mumbled.

“He’s right,” you conceded, frowning a bit as you watched him pour a glass of whiskey. “It’s mostly kitchen stuff…”

“And you, Sam,” Dean grunted, taking a gulp of his drink. “She remembers your crappy taste in cereal.”

“Huh,” Sam sat back in his seat, thinking over the new information. “And what brought it back?”

“No idea. I was making sandwiches and then I opened the beer…”

Sam leaned forward, “Did you whack it against the table?”

You narrowed yours eyes at him suspiciously, “How did you know?”

He chuckled, running hand through his hair and down his cheek, scratching the scruff that darkened his jaw line. “Because that’s how you always open your beer, Y/N.”

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anonymous asked:

AU where Rhodey's family adopts tony so tiny bby tony is grows up surrounded by love and papa bear (aka rhodey) is even more protective of his baby brother. anyone who wants to woo tony (t'challa? bucky? steve?) has to go through rhodey first

Ahahahah I’m sorry, I adore this, but I can’t help imagining Captain America–The Captain America–being vetted by completely!overprotective!Rhodey and found lacking. Because Rhodey so would tell a national icon to his face that he’s not good enough to date his baby brother and if he doesn’t clean up his head, Rhodey’s gonna call the police on his sorry ass and get him thrown off the propriety. I just- IMAGINE IT!

Imagine Tony coming downstairs and hastily being led away from the front door by his mother, trying his hardest to look over his shoulder because whom is his brother yelling at? Do they have a stalker? Should he get his (slightly modified) taser? Is Rhodey safe? And his mother smiling indulgently at him, assuring him that it’s nobody of importance, Rhodey can handle it–and if not, she adds with more steel, his father’s watching through the upper window, everything is under control.

And just imagine the family drama that would be Tony’s senior prom. Because Rhodey would absolutely refuse to let anyone take his brother, no matter the gender, age, grades or character, they will not be good enough. Except that Tony is terrified and heartbroken because nobody’s asking him out–everyone knows better than to ask him out without Rhodey’s approval–and he can’t go to prom without a date. 

He even asks two girls out that he thinks are pretty, which takes a lot for him because Tony’s still quite shy, but they both already have dates. Even worse is the one boy Tony tries to ask out, who completely panics and shoots him down immediately, going so far as to flee the classroom (at the start of the class, no less). And Tony is completely discouraged, convinced that there’s something wrong with him. Because he knows that’s not a normal reaction, he’s not that obvious.

And of course then Rhodey would have to deal with his precious baby brother being sad and wondering what’s wrong with him and that is NOT an option, so he probably organises this huge screening event that he puts a lot of effort in, to keep Tony out of the loop, and eventually he organises Tony an (very nervous, scared to even reach for Tony’s hand, never mind cop a feel) acceptable date.

Which Tony promptly rejects because “He wouldn’t even look me in the eyes, Rhodey, it was weird.”

It’s a trial and error effort, but eventually Rhodey finds someone that Tony accepts and Tony is happy and never has to learn the truth. (Years later Tony will find tons of very detailed charts of every single boy and girl in his room. He’ll spend weeks nagging Rhodey, trying to figure out whom he had a crush on and why he was stalking them in such a creepy way.)

Tony may be a genius but he can be very oblivious sometimes.


Originally posted by jeonify

Word count: 2.2k

Genre: Angst, Eventual Smut

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, loads and loads of angsty shit

A/N: Be Mean by DNCE made me do this, though its didn’t inspire the whole story lol but yes there will be something smutty in the later parts also wow @ the gif,,,,, also i feel like this is kind of a filler chapter lol also feel like i shouldn’t have ended it there but idk i cant continue also this was kinda short iDk SORRY

A lot of people deserve forgiveness, a lot of people deserve to forget but all they receive are reminders after reminders after reminders of the mistakes they’ve committed. 

First, it was a scandalous relationship with a girl. The newspaper article headlines with his secret connection with this nobody, including the explicit (but not too explicit, of course) details of his sadistic and masochistic sexual requests.
If that didn’t cause a whole bunch of ruckus, the next one did. Jeon Jungkook was sitting by his window ledge in his secret hiding place, a “temporal safe haven” as his manager puts it. His doe eyes glossy as the light from outside reflected. Though the ray did reveals his tears, his eyes still seemed dull as compared to before. Like a light, that had inhabit his vision before, had been torn away. It was drooping at the sides, so were the sides of his mouth. You could clearly see the toll that he had taken. Exposing his emotions, clearly plastered on his face, vulnerable as the sound of his empty house started to turn deafening. His pupils following the tiny amounts of snow that descended gracefully from the sky. His palm warm against the cold glass of the window, soon to transfer its heat, turning the heated hand into numbed flesh. 

The crestfallen boy knew he was going to have to face the public soon. He didn’t know what the fans thought, getting mixed responses as he read the tweets. He didn’t know what the conservative public of Korea thought of it, he didn’t know what his parents thought. He also didn’t know what the members thought or what you thought. Jungkook was desperately avoiding thinking about the latter, especially. The thoughts would harass him till he’s ruined.
His ringtone chiming interrupted his thoughts. The ringing got more violent as all the notifications flooded in.
“Jeon Jungkook Nude? BTS’ Golden Maknae Nude Video Leaked.”
#Jungkooknudes trending on twitter.

Moving before his eyes on the screen was two familiar figures. Jungkook’s memory of that special night was slowly tortured and decaying further by every embarrassing moan that blasted out of the speaker of the device. Or by every spank that could be heard in the audio, resounding in the room. Both bodies were moving at the same pace, before his manager pulled the phone away from his face. Now, he was sitting in an office with eight pairs of eyes all on him.
His manager had spoken. But the bunny-tooth boy paid no mind to the stressed man,it was probably something along the lines of,
“Do you know how much trouble we’re in? If you dare pull some more shit like this. You know what’s coming, kid. Watch out, alright?”, the last part had a hint of sympathy and care, not being as harsh as his few previous sentence. His manager knew that this isn’t what Jungkook wanted, he was human too. He obviously didn’t leaked it himself. But, it did put his job and the rest of their jobs at risk of being taken away, he needed the younger boy to know that his actions have consequence and to be careful with what he does.

Jungkook just sat there silently, staring lifelessly at the table. Nobody could really disclose what he’s thinking about, not the boys as they sat in the room with him, not his manager, no one. They all just stared at him as he was to the table. The dispirited boy had his fringe covering a little of his vision as he stared into the matte black that covered the table, still trying his best to avoid the thoughts of you from popping up in his mind.
Nobody had foreseen that the youngest of BTS would’ve been so, well to put it simply, problematic. Nobody thought he would’ve been so sexually promiscuous, everyone speculated that he was the innocent little boy that everyone assumed and portrayed him to be. Some made up rumours that he wanted to get rid of this image, thus causing all this commotion. Others said it was for publicity, quote “These celebrities will do anything to get their face onto the cover of a magazine, be it bad or good news. Absolutely pathetic.

Amidst all the chaos, nobody asked Jungkook how he felt about this whole situation. Of course, he felt pretty damn shitty. After all his privacy was being pried into. That little minute dust of freedom he had, that he had the right to have, was blown away in a violent wind straight from his bare hands. No amount physical work could have snatched it back as it scatters all over the place. It was out there for the world to look at, the uncensored image of his naked body and the girl he loved on display for the whole world to see. His sultry words, that was supposedly only for his lover to hear, was now heard by millions.
Jungkook also felt irritation amongst all his emotions. Why did he have to apologise when he never did anything wrong? What kind of goddamn social contract was it to apologise for his own leaked nudes? It was his privacy being violated here. The person who leaked the nudes and everyone who watched that god-fucking-damned video should be sending their apologies to him instead.
Jungkook also felt a tiny sense of happiness lingering at the back of his mind, however he was confused by this emotion. He almost caused 8 other people to lose their jobs, a girl to lose her dignity and pride and not able to face the public. He allowed the familiar elderly couple to be tortured by the hushed whispers spouting more and more rumours about them and him, especially about their relation and how he was badly brought up and nurtured by the couple. He jeopardised a company’s reputation and his own. How could he have felt happy in a moment like this? 

Next thing Jungkook knew, he was, back in the house, lying in the silence and on the extremely huge and empty kingsized bed. The loose string of the smooth silk bedsheets caught in the crooked cut of his nails on his finger as he thought about some of the people he did owe an apology to. Jungkook knew he had to make some amends. He apologised to the members, all of them forgiving and accepting his apology quite easily. They understood what he did wasn’t on purpose and that they all had their own things to hide. He apologised to his parents, his parents also being very forgiving. He was exceedingly thankful for all grace shown by his members, the company and his parents.

Now, it was time for the harder part. He walked through the dark cold street, step after step to the familiar address. His hands pushed into the pocket of his coat, in great need of warmth. The air conditioner in the house broke before this, he’s been living without heat for about 12 hours. He couldn’t escape the house either as he was suppose to be in hiding. Just his luck, he also forgot to wear gloves tonight.

He knocked against the wooden door, a crack in the door causing a splinter to prick the skin of his knuckle. He knocked again and waited. After 15 minutes, still not a single soul.

“Hey, I know you’re in there.” His voice sounded rough. As he hasn’t spoken much in the past few days, Jungkook was surprised by his own voice.

The door then opened with a creak, his large eyes engulfed into the small lifeless ones that stood before him. Despite being lifeless at first sight, he saw fear and sadness swimming around in them too.

“What do you want?” The soft, but hoarse voice ruptured in the quiet night. The air so chilled that her hot breath condensed in the contrasting temperature. Silence stood all around them for a moment before Jungkook sighed.

“I just wanted to apologise.” He said quietly, almost a whisper. Feeling guilty and for the first time, he felt small in front of the petite woman.

“Sorry doesn’t fucking cut it.” For someone so small, the girl spoke with so much hatred, Jungkook couldn’t believe that much hostility could occupy one being. Booming, so sharp that it cut the silence straight into half. The boy was shocked, expecting an easy and smooth forgiveness. But, his naive mind never ran over the possibilities of what was going to happen. Alas, he was, now, confronted and the infamous feline has really grabbed his tongue, this time. Maybe, even tied it into a knot as it felt like he couldn’t talk.

“I’m a girl. You’ll never understand what it’s like for me. For you, it’s a bump in your life, its a mistake that’ll soon be forgotten by many. For me, however, I’ll live with it forever. Instead of people telling me that it was just a mistake, they blame me for this. My reputation forever tarnished by you. I’ll always just be known as the girl that had that sex scandal with that idol. People at my workplace talk about me, I’ve been forced to resign to protect the company’s reputation. People at the convenient store talk about me, I see the censored thumbnails of that stupid fucking video on the covers of magazines while walking in the goddamn supermarket. People are making violating comments about my body, right in front of me. All thanks to you, the whole world knows what I look like when I’m fucking you, completely naked.” Her voice once again, firm and loud enough for Jungkook to understand the emotions she was projecting, but not loud enough to wake the neighbours. Jisoo wouldn’t risk that, there was enough talk going around town.
Jungkook, then, realised the double standards that was still alive. He’ll be able to move on and build his career again and soon, everyone would forget. But, a female body. The female anatomy wasn’t easily forgotten especially by people who sexualise it so much. Even, Jungkook could still remember what his first love looked like. But, not her face first, if you asked him in this way. He remembered the curves in her body and the way she moulded so perfectly with him. The sole reason why he remember her face was because well she's his first love.

“You said you’d always protect me. Why didn’t you keep your promise?” She whispered, her voice broken. Though, she was quick to compose herself again, blinking the tears away. Refusing for the, though downhearted too, boy to see her so broken. She knew how it’d affect him, because through everything she still does love Jungkook.

“I know, Jisoo. B-but this is different, I-I couldn’t-“ Jungkook stammered, not being able to say what he wanted properly. Shoving his tears to the back of his eye socket, clearing his throat so he could properly discuss this. 

“I think we should breakup. If that wasn’t obvious enough.” Jisoo interrupted coldly. 

“No. Please.” Jungkook whispered as he begged. The only words he could muster up. 

“Please never look for me again.” She said almost reluctantly.

“Jisoo, we can talk it out. Please, just stay.” Jungkook had a tear running down his face at this point. Jisoo wiped at the tear with a small smile, her’s also threatening to fall.

“Goodbye Jungkook.” With a kiss on the cheek, slowly Jungkook felt her hands slip away and she retracted back into the house. 

This love died too early, Jungkook did love her but the unhappy boy’s eyes weren’t as glossy as he thought it would be. He was hurt, he did feel the sour squeezing in his nose and the closing of his throat. Yet, it didn’t hurt as bad as he expected. Above all, his mind, contrarily, hasn’t occupied by Jisoo at all. These few days, it had been set on avoiding thinking about you. Although, the boy was trying to circumvent, eschewing these thoughts seemed to make them worse. Avoidance wasn’t going to make him feel any better, he had to come to grips with it.

Everyone advised him that it was a mistake to leave. But, Jungkook didn’t care. He’s been in their restraints for too long, as much as he liked being restrained. He didn’t like it this way. As the male sat in his gigantic kingsized bed, once again. He thought all was right in the world again, like the stars had aligned in the world, except that it’s not. He felt he was missing something as his eyebrow scrunched together, then your image popped up in his mind. His eyes widened in realisation as his stared into the white ceiling. His raised eyelids start to falter as he thought about what to do. There was a shit load he had to do, he was muddled as to where to start. 

He had to find you. Jungkook stared at the map, the leather seat beneath him getting warm. As he drew on the map, the red ink smudging on the glossy paper, he narrowed down his options to you two’s hometown first. His lean legs reached for the gas pedal, his ink stained hands found the steering wheel and sped down the roads. He went out to venture, close to a pilgrim, on a journey to search for you. Your name is his permanent safe word, you are is his permanent safe house.

BTS Reaction - Their gf travels to dangerous places for work

Anonymous said: Hi!! Can I get a reaction in which BTS’ s/o has to travel to dangerous places for work? (They work in something like political writing, or foreign affairs) thanks so much! :) xx

*Disclaimer: the countries mentioned are ones I got off a list. A random list off the internet. If you are from any of these countries, I am absolutely, positively not saying they are bad, but they may be dangerous to foreigners from countries that may not have a great relationship with the other country.


“Do you really have to go?” 

Namjoon smiled sadly as he wrapped you in his arms, planting a kiss on your forehead before you backed away slightly to look up at him. You were headed to a foreign country for work - you dealt with foreign affairs for the South Korean Embassy and you frequently traveled.

“Yes, it’s for work. I’ll be back soon, I promise.” You said, hugging him one more time before grabbing your suitcase by the handle.

“Please stay safe. Call me anytime and if something happens, I’ll be on the next flight to you. Don’t get yourself into trouble.” Namjoon scolds, and you roll your eyes but give him a smile as you walk away.


You got an email that night, stating that you had a scheduled plane trip to a country outside your home due to your job. It left late the next night, and you cursed your job for doing this so frequently on such short notice.

Taehyung walked in as you were staring at the screen of you laptop and writing down the details of your flight. He looks at your screen, and then shifts his eyes to your face.

Sighing, he puts a hand on your shoulder and asks, “Where to this time?” 

You look up at him and say, “Sudan,” in a quiet voice, clicking out of the browser. “Isn’t there a lot of violence there right now?” Taehyung asks in a small voice.

When you don’t say anything and walk out of the room, he walks in after you, eyes wide with worry. “You have to stay safe, Y/N. I can’t have anything happen to you. You’re going with other people, right? I’ll give you pepper spray and maybe they’ll have-”

“I’ll be fine, Taehyung. I’ve done this hundreds of times.” You say, kissing his cheek.


The day came when you had to leave for your trip to Somalia. You were apart of a group that provided humanitarian relief to countries stricken with food, water and necessity shortages. It was only a two week trip - but Jin was distraught and worried.

“Jin, come on. I’ll be fine and I’ll be doing what I love, which is helping people. This is important to me.” You said, as both you and Jin walked into the airport.

“I know, and I know you know what to do. But I’ll miss you and think about you everyday, just be safe, okay?”


He hated when you had to leave for work. You traveled a ton - and so did he and the boys for tour. The only good thing was, was that usually, the two of you were gone at the same times. But this time, you had a trip scheduled for the week Jimin has off.

“You really have to leave? On my week off?” Jimin pouted, staring down at you with a pitiful look in his eyes. 

“Yes, Jimin. I won’t be gone for very long, and besides, I’ll have internet so we can skype as much as you want,” you laugh, pulling him to you and kissing his cheek.

He sighs and pulls you in for a longer kiss, then pulls away and says, “But you have to stay safe for me, alright?”


He knew you hated leaving, too. But your job was important to you, and even when you did have to travel, you’d only be gone a short time. 

At the airport, he’d pull you to one of the seats and sit with you while you waited for your flight to arrive at the gate. The two of you would just talk quietly and he’d grip your hand, almost as if he was nervous to let you go.

When your plane arrived and it was time to board, Yoongi would help you stand and hold both of your hands before leaning in to kiss you goodbye, and hugging you tightly before letting you go.

“Stay safe for me, alright princess? I don’t want anything happening to you.”


Of course he was concerned about you, but he was more excited to see what you brought back for him. For every country you’d visit, you promised to take a lot of pictures and get him little souvenirs when you could.

“Can’t I come with you this time?” He pleaded as you were packing your suitcase for yet another trip. 

You smiled and shook your head, explaining, “Next time, babe.” Kissing his cheek, you grabbed your suitcase and headed down the stairs before placing the case near the door.

“I’ll take you up on that. That way, you’ll stay safe because I’m around. No one will mess with you then.” He said confidently, then laughing when you poked his cheek on your way back to your bedroom.


Whenever you left, he’d imagine the time where him and the boys were “kidnapped,” on American Hustle Life. It scared him to death, and it scared him to let you travel alone so much.

There wasn’t a trip where Jungkook begged to come with you, but time after time you’d explain that he’d probably be stuck in the hotel room. The countries you went to could be hostile - you never know what kind of situation could arise and you were trained for something like that to happen. Jungkook, was not.

“As long as you bring a snow globe back for me and stay really safe, then you can go,” your boyfriend said, interlocking your fingers together.

“Thanks for your permission,” you laugh, “but I will bring you back a snow globe.”

There’s a Farkle Under Your Bed (Riarkle Future One-Shot)

Fandom: Girl Meets World

Pairing(s): Riarkle (Main), Corpanga

Characters: (Main) Riley Matthews, Farkle Minkus, and Cory Matthews, (Supporting) Topanga Lawerence-Matthews and Auggie Matthews

Rating: T for compromising positions and some shirtlessness…? Idk…the making out got a little out of hand, honestly. Lolz.

Description: It turns out Cory Matthews has been chasing the wrong boy out of his daughter’s bay window for years. But, the real threat is now clear… Or at least pretty clearly hiding under the girl’s bed.

Author’s Note: So, technically, this one-shot is a part of my canon future Riarkle one-shot collection. If you want, read the other pieces in that collection, if not… High school Riarkle is still always cute, am I right? Also, there isn’t any sex, but for real, this is an intense make out scene, so be aware because I don’t want to offend!

Riley felt absolutely lightheaded by the time her back connected with her mattress. Had she not already been utterly breathless, the landing might have knocked the air from her lungs.

Reaching up, she frantically pulled the boy hovering over her closer, drawing him in for another kiss between gasps for oxygen. Ironically, her radio, which she’d turned up to cover up any noises that might be made, played Into You by Ariana Grande at near full volume just as her boyfriend ducked his head to begin kissing a trail from her jaw to where her pulse beat erratically on her neck.

She shrieked before peeling into giggles as he nibbled that one spot that he knew damn well was ticklish.

Breaking from her skin to laugh, Farkle hushed her, “Quiet! Remember?”

Riley replied with only a whine, pulling his lips back up to her’s. Farkle smirked into the kiss but didn’t whisper any more orders, keeping his mouth busy with much more pleasurable activities.

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coffeol  asked:

Can I ask for a fic about 9S and his legs pretty please? :3c Like I always imagined that, in the most ironic twist, 2B gets more distracted by 9S and his (ahem) booty shorts than 9S does with 2B's leotard+ass after a self-destruct sequence lol (forgive me for bein' forward, the world needs more of 9S' legs)


({Distraction; inspired by @digiandromeda })

She’s insisted on not returning to the Bunker and completing several tasks they promised the Resistance that they would complete. It’s mostly random fetch quests, pick up this from someone, go give this to someone, go loot some machines for minuscule parts that need to be in pristine condition, and something involving meat for some reason. It’s beneficial to their relationship with the Resistance, she says. They need to do it in a timely manner, she says.

That’s…not the only reason.

He does most of the talking, far more charming and comfortable with matching the conversational pace of the Resistance androids than she is, so he has to stand in front of her.

He’s shorter than she is — due to her heels, they’re actually the same height — but she stands a little behind him, eyes angled down behind her blindfold so no one can tell that she’s dallying.

He has




They’ve definitely put a lot of detail into his model type, and it shows in this one work of art known as his legs. They’re smooth and taut, poking out from skin-tight shorts that hide underneath his coat.

He’s self destructed and his usual shorts have been blown to shreds, and it’s a distraction to her when he flips around or bends over or trips over landscapes.

It’s…ah…it’s a very nice view when his coat flies up.

She’s been staring for quite some time and has to hold back laughter when he’s clearly oblivious to the reason why her head is aimed down and over to the right a little bit.

He thinks it’s a kink in her neck.

“You wanna go back to the Bunker and rest, 2B?” He asks when they finish yet another mad dash for the Resistance. He seems concerned for her. “You’ve been doing that thing with your neck all day.”

“Not yet,” she replies, flicking her head back up innocently. “We still have a list of tasks to complete.”

“We’ve been at it for hours though…”

“Don’t complain, 9S. These are important.”

He raises his hands defensively. “Hey, hey, not complaining. You just look tired.”



“That looks like the machine we’re supposed to be hunting.” She points down from the rooftop they’re currently standing on.

“Oh, yeah, I think that’s it. What should we do?”

“You jump down and distract it from behind. I’ll go around and take it from the front.”

He obliges, not noticing that she takes an extra second to watch him flip off of the roof.

Valentine's Day~

(I’m uploading this from my phone because my laptop is acting up so please excuse how awful this looks)

My inbox has been empty for so long ;-; But this idea popped into my head, so I wanted to write it. Just a reminder, you can request at anytime! I can’t really write anything without requests, so they are appreciated.

Giving the RFA a handmade gift for Valentine’s Day


-What do you give Yoosung for Valentine’s Day?
-You’re his first significant other so this has to be special!!
-The pressure is weighing you down exponentially
-You want this to be something he will always look back on and smile
-But it’s so damn hard
-You want to give him something meaningful or something he’s been wanting for a long time
-But you cannot remember the last time Yoosung told you he really wanted something
-So you’re at a loss
-You shop around his favorite stores but nothing catches your eye
-Now what??
-You have to give him something
-He’s not shallow enough to get too upset over you not giving him anything, but he deserves so many gifts
-Too bad you’re so bad at shopping for him in such a short time
-You stop trying to find something to buy for him, so instead you buy him a pretty bouquet of flowers and you decide to make something yourself to give him
-But what should you make??
-Well you found some tutorials on the Internet on how to make handmade bracelets
-Yeah you’ll do that
-That way you two always have something to remind you of each other
-On Valentine’s Day, Yoosung is such a sweetheart to you and he makes you feel like royalty
-He buys you the prettiest roses and a couple other little things you had mentioned you wanted or needed previously
-He even remembered stuff you had just brought up in conversation months ago and bought it for you
-How does he remember all those minor details??
-But he’s obviously put a lot of effort into making you happy today so you’re worried your present won’t have nearly as much of an impact on him
-You nervously hand him his flowers and a small gift bag with the bracelet inside
-He compliments the flowers and rummages through the tissue paper until he finds the bracelet
-When he pulls it out, he has the hugest smile on his face
-His eyes are sparkling
-He immediately gives you the biggest hug ever
-“Thank you so much, ___! I love it and I’ll wear it everyday!”
-He kisses you on the nose
-“I love you so much. Thank you for such an amazing day.”


-How can you come up with a present when you know he’s going to do something extravagant for you??
-Like how do you compete with that??
-You’ve gone to countless stores and looked at countless websites countless times but you can’t find anything good enough for a gift
-With a heavy heart, you give up trying to buy a gift
-So, you settle with buying a simple box of chocolate and making something for him something instead
-With the fanciest vocabulary you can think of (it took you a few hours to perfect) you wrote him a poem
-It even rhymed
-You signed it with love~ and tied it to his box of chocolates with a slim red ribbon
-Come Valentine’s Day, Zen gives you everything you could imagine and more
-He treated you to a romantic date, and gave you the exact gift you had wanted
-He even gets you an amazing charm bracelet
-Needless to say, you were a bit self conscious of your poem
-But Zen was giving you such an adorable, expectant look that you mustered up the courage to hand him his present anyway
-You watched nervously as he read your poem to see if his face shows any noticeable sign of unhappiness
-To your surprise, he smiles lovingly down at the paper while he reads
-You even see pink on his cheeks
-You watch him with wide eyes until he looks up from the paper
-And you can see how much love is shining through his eyes
-You’re surprised once again when he wraps you into a tight hug
-“____, thank you so much. That was amazing… I love you so much.”
-“You…liked it?”
-“Of course I did! It was so extraordinarily better than anything I could’ve asked for!”
-You smile and share a romantic kiss before you both sit together, feeding each other chocolates

(Technically not “handmade” but bear with me)

-Jaehee just wants love and affection really
-Which you will happily give her
-But come on you’re obviously going to give her other things too since it’s a special occasion and all
-You visit her favorite online websites and go to all of her favorite stores, but find nothing
-How hard is it to shop for your own girlfriend? You didn’t think it would be this difficult
-These websites aren’t helping though, so you take matters into your own hands
-The first thing you think is to get her something coffee related
-But she already has that new coffee maker she loves
-And she has plenty of exotic coffee beans already
-And she has millions of adorable coffee mugs already…
-You’ll make her a coffee mug
-Even if she already has millions of other ones, wouldn’t it be nice to see her drinking from one made especially for her?
-Would she even like that??
-She has so many cute mugs, would she even use yours??!!
-Well, you just have to try at this point
-You find a website that lets you make our own design for a coffee mug, so you upload romantic photo of you and her to use
-It looks nice, so you order it
-Thankfully it comes in time! But barely
-You were worried it wouldn’t show up in time all day during your date with Jaehee
-When you returned home though the package was right on the doorstep
-Relieved, you pick it up and hold it out to Jaehee with a big smile
-“Happy Valentine’s Day!”


-It’s pretty impossible to buy something for someone who has so much money
-All the things you see in stores never stand out because you know that if he wanted this stuff he could buy it himself
-He’s not materialistic, but it’s still difficult to shake that idea from your mind
-You admit defeat the day before Valentine’s Day
-You panic because now you have to do something quick, but you want it to be special
-You draw (even if you think you’re bad at drawing^^) a picture of some flowers and other cute things and add a short love letter on the back of the paper
-You also throw in a new, fashionable tie as an extra gift
-You notice the amount of gift bags sitting in your living room on Valentine’s Day after you come home from being out with Jumin all day
-Jumin knows you can’t buy love, so you remind him often that he doesn’t need to buy you so many things, but he likes to spoil you sometimes
-And today is a special occasion which is the perfect excuse to spoil you
-You thank him for all of the wonderful things he bought you
-Some of it looked pricey, so you feel guilty that you didn’t buy him anything so expensive
-Jumin kisses your forehead and tells you he’s glad you liked your presents
-You tell him that you have something for him too, but it’s not very good
-You sneak off and return with the small gift bag you hid from him
-He really likes the tie you gave him, but that picture..
-He gave an unreadable expression and you felt yourself panicking
-“It’s okay if you don’t like it, I’m sor-”
-“___, did you make this?”
-He smiles
-“This is so lovely. How did you manage to make such an adorable drawing?”
-You tell him the drawing is nothing but he doesn’t believe you. He also compliments the love letter on the back, saying he loves you more than you could ever know
-You have a nice dinner at home that night and talk and joke around about anything that comes up
-It was a great day for the both of you


-This boy
-You have no idea what kind of gifts he would like so you straightforwardly ask him what he wants
-He says “Nothing”
-You think this is a fucking game, Choi???
-Does he really expect you to just sit idly while he works so hard on his present for you? Really?
-I don’t think so
-You can and will give this little ex hacker boy the best present his precious mind could imagine
-That was the plan
-But you can’t find anything in the stores you visit good enough to give him
-He could make a lot of cool electronics anyway, so that marks that possible gift off the list
-You give up, reluctantly
-You have to just make something
-You’re not some mad scientist either so you can really come up with any special machine to make for him
-You have to settle with writing him a little love poem/letter and giving him some dark chocolate
-You sigh
-He does such an elaborate “quest” adventure for you on Valentine’s Day and you only have some shitty poem
-You suck it up and give him the poem and the chocolate anyway, apologizing that you didn’t get him anything else
-While he’s reading it though..
-He starts tearing up??
-You’re concerned
-Is it okay?? Is he okay??
-But then he hugs you so gently and whispers thank you in your ear
-“Are you okay, Saeyoung?”
-“I’m more than okay. Thank you so much, ___. I love you so so much. Thank you…”
-He actually really loves your “shitty” poem
-He reads it all the time


-This angel deserves the world so you can’t find something worthy of giving him
-He is also the kind of person to not want gifts because he’s that humble
-But you’re not taking no for an answer
-You’re going to get his ass a gift and he’s gonna like it
-…you hope
-Because you can’t find anything good enough
-He doesn’t need anything new for his camera, he doesn’t need any new clothes, he doesn’t even have any particular candy he would like
-The fuck
-How can such an angel be difficult to shop for?
-You have to settle with something else
-You decide to write him a love letter and buy him his favorite flowers
-The letter… was difficult to write
-You couldn’t seem to find the right words to describe how you felt about him
-You loved him too much, you didn’t have the vocabulary to describe it
-But it was as good as you could do
-You wrote that letter at least five times before you settled with a final draft
-He was so romantic on Valentine’s Day
-His attention was on you the entire day
-He bought you jewelry (if your into that) and some new clothes and you loved it
-You… weren’t very confident in your letter
-He loved the flowers, of course
-So you nervously handed him the letter and apologized if it was bad but it was the best you could do
-V starts crying after he reads it
-You’re relationship has been so bumpy because of what happened with Rika, so this letter was the perfect affirmation of your feelings to him
-Even though you’ve both struggled, you still love him
-It’s overwhelming
-He never thought he would love anyone after Rika, but here you are
-A miracle
-He clings to you and tells you how much he loves you too
-He never wants to lose you
-You assure him that you’re not going anywhere

alltheluvharrys  asked:

Hello, how are you? Pretty please, can you do a blurb about Harry and (Y/N) planning their wedding? Thank you and have a lovely day

A/N:  Sorry this took so long to get posted.  It was swirling around in my brain for a long time.  I sincerely hope that this Harry fluff brings you joy.  I know that cuts in Asks don’t always allow you to read the whole thing on mobile, so I apologize if that’s the case for you.  

Wedding Plans

The parade of dresses is making your head spin.  Not only do you have to decide on a wedding dress from all of the designers who had submitted dresses to your wedding planner, but you have to choose a dress for the wedding brunch, the rehearsal dinner, the engagement party in London, the engagement party in LA, and the dress to change into after the reception.  You are exhausted with all of the choices.  Rodeo Drive was made for rich people who are used to being catered to in this way, but the champagne the clerk keeps refilling for you is giving you a headache.  

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anonymous asked:

Omg you know what would be amazing? If you would write a fanfic or something really short about malec in the alternate dimension!! for example, what happens after clary and jace leave through the portal :D let's say magnus goes back to the party and alec is there and... i dunno but reading something like this would be really cute :D

Oh, the alternate dimension Malec! I can’t believe I haven’t written anything about them yet! Thank you for requesting this anon, it was a joy to write this ^^ Now it’s not really short, but I had fun writing it ^^

I hope you’re gonna like it ^^

After closing the portal and getting rid of the demon, Magnus leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, catching his breath for a moment or so. It’s been decades since he had last used magic and making a portal like that took a big toll in him. Back in the days, it was nothing, he was able to open a portal with just a mere snap of his fingers. But, that had changed. His breathing was laboured, but the smile on his face remained. He was exhausted, yes, but he had never felt so alive. He was beyond thankful to his new Shadowhunter friend and even though the other two were long gone into their own dimension, Magnus still wished that he would be able to see her once again and thank her properly. He meant what he said earlier; she really did a lot for him. Before, his immortal life didn’t have much meaning after all of the demons were destroyed in their dimension. But, she awoke something in him.

With that on his mind and after calming down a little bit, Magnus Bane straightened his clothes and fixed his hair. Then he shook his head and took in a deep breath. After a few more moments, he decided that it would be probably for the best that he left the party, because without Clary around, it was kind of pointless for him to be there. It was true that he was quite a successful psychic reader, but he didn’t get along with most people in his life, because he was just so awkward with other people on a personal level.

He stepped out of the storage room and felt really out of place when he found himself in a room full of people, who were having fun. Well, it was a party after all and he swallowed thickly, rubbing his palms together. It was kind of pathetic really; one would think that his immortal life would teach him some social skills, but he was still as awkward as ever. Magnus’ eyes travelled around the room and he quickly looked away when he noticed that someone was observing him from the corner of the room and he cleared his throat, his face feeling hot. He was Alec Lightwood, from what Magnus could remember and he was just… to die for.

Yes, Magnus felt incredibly attracted to him, even though they had just shared a few minutes together. There was just that invisible force that was keeping him drawn to him and no matter how hard he tried to force himself to keep looking away, he quite soon found himself staring at that gorgeous, tall man. He blinked a few times and shifted from one leg to the other, trying to act as natural as possible when he noticed that the man started coming closer to him. It’s been decades since someone was last interest in him. Honestly, Magnus didn’t even know why someone like Alec would be interested, but he clearly was for some reason. They did share a drink before and from what Magnus could see, Alec was interested, right? It wasn’t just some wishful thinking.

Alec was quite disappointed that Magnus disappeared so quickly before, but his mood suddenly brightened when he saw that the man suddenly reappeared at the party. Determined not to let him get away that time, he kept his eyes focused on the other and for a moment or so, he just kept looking at him with amusement on his lips. It was obvious that Magnus saw him and from what Alec could tell, Magnus was staring at him just as bluntly and that was enough to let Alec know that Magnus was interested.

“Magnus Bane,” said Alec when he was close enough to the other and chuckled when Magnus almost jumped when he called out his name. Magnus’ stomach made a weird flop when Alec called him by his name and he turned around to him, trying to keep a straight face, but the bright flush on his face was enough to give it away; he was blushing and Alec found that kind of adorable. “We meet again,” he then added and gave Magnus one of his warmest smiles. He could see that Magnus looked kind of uncomfortable, so he decided to play it cool, but he still planned to get his message across. He was interested in him and wanted to get to know Magnus better. He did love a challenge, so he was prepared even though if the other one was going to be a though shell to crack.

“Indeed,” stammered Magnus and kept a polite tone in his voice. “Alec Lightwood, right?”

“Oh, you remembered my name,” said Alec happily and offered another bright smile to Magnus, who just awkwardly laughed. The guy’s smile was way too bright. Was remembering someone’s name really something to be so happy about? Magnus frowned, but didn’t make a comment about that. “So, how do you like the party so far?” asked Alec, kind of wanting to hear Magnus’ opinion, since he was the one who planned it.

Magnus looked around the room; before he didn’t even notice all of the details of the party, because he was busy with other things. However, now that he actually had the time to stop and take a look, his eyes widened, because the place and all of the decorations at the party were stunning, so whoever planned it must’ve put quite a lot of hard work into it. Also, everyone seemed to be having a good time, so that meant that the party was a success, right? “It’s amazing,” blurted out Magnus.

“Really?” asked Alec happily and chuckled. “I’m glad you think so. You know, I was quite worried when I was planning all of this. But people seem to be having fun and-”

“You planned this party?” asked Magnus, interrupting Alec in the process. He took another look around the room and he just stared in awe. He, himself, was a terrible at parties, so he couldn’t even see himself planning one. So, to see that just one person was able to prepare something so outstanding and amazing, impressed Magnus. “That’s amazing. I can’t even imagine how much time it took you to prepare all of this, because, I mean this is just-” he went on rumbling and then suddenly stopped talking. “Ah, sorry for rumbling so much,” he then said and looked down. Magnus had a habit to start talking a lot when he got really excited about something, or when he’d get nervous; which in this case, it was both. “I just-”

“No need to apologise,” said Alec and chuckled. “I know that it does look amazing, I’m quite good at what I do and I don’t mind the compliments,” he said proudly and Magnus almost laughed; humbleness wasn’t this guy’s virtue, was it? Then again, he was right, it did look amazing. Alec then made a short pause and bit into his lower lip; not only that he liked receiving compliments, he also found the guy’s rumbling adorable. “Plus, it’s cute,” said Alec after a while, his voice much quieter and Magnus’ eye widened, looking up just to see if he really heard that right.

“What’s cute?” asked Magnus carefully, trying not to get his hopes up too much.

“You are,” said Alec softly and Magnus’ felt his face heating up, but he had to admit it that it was a nice thing to be complimented for a change. Despite his embarrassment, he managed back a smile and then he bit into his lower lip. Alec was pleased with that reaction and he just smirked back as a response.

“You’re,” stammered Magnus and looked up at Alec, who arched an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything and waited for him to say something. So, now that it was out in the open that Alec was attracted to him, maybe it wouldn’t hurt for Magnus to tell him that he found him quite attractive as well? Not only that his magic has been dormant for years, but so was his love-life, so why not spice it up a bit? “I mean, you’re not, um, that bad looking either,” finally said Magnus and shyly smiled up at Alec.

Magnus’ little compliment made Alec smile wider than it should and he cleared his throat in attempt to wipe his stupid grin from his face, but failed miserably. His failed attempt in hiding his contempt made Magnus chuckle as well and he happily bumped into Alec with his shoulder. “Say,” started Alec after a while. “How about we get another drink? We didn’t even get the chance to properly introduce ourselves before. Besides, you kind of owe me. You crashed the party and if I weren’t there to save you then-”

Magnus’ soft laughter filled Alec’s eardrums and the older one just shook his head. Was Alec Lightwood really attempting to guilt trip him into buying him a drink? “Sure, why not?” said Magnus softly and shrugged. “One drink isn’t going to hurt anyone, right?”

After that, the two of them made their way to the bar and Magnus allowed Alec to order them both drinks. He rarely drank, so he kind of didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of Alec with his lack of knowledge in what people drank these days. “Now then,” said Alec when the bartender handed them their drinks and turned his head to Magnus, showing him that he had his all attention. “Tell me more about yourself.”

“Oh,” said Magnus, deflated. “There’s not much to tell. I’m pretty boring.”

“That can’t be true,” said Alec and grinned. “Rumour has it that you’re a pretty good psychic reader. Now, what’s that all about?”

“Just a silly hobby of mine,” muttered Magnus and emptied his glass of drink. He didn’t expect the drink to be so strong, so he made a face and Alec softly laughed; it was obvious that someone wasn’t fond of drinking. After getting rid of the horrible bitter taste of the alcohol from his mouth, Magnus wiped his lips and sighed. “See? I told you, I’m not interesting,” complained Magnus and crossed his arms on top of his chest. “The most exciting part of my life at the moment are the two cats that are waiting for me at home-”

“You own a cat?” asked Alec suddenly and straightened himself up in his chair.

“Yeah, two of them,” said Magnus and frowned, because he couldn’t understand why that made Alec look so… giddy?

“What are their names?”

“Chairman Meow and Church.”

“Creative names,” said Alec and chuckled. “You’re lucky, you know? I’ve always wanted to own a cat.”

“Define lucky,” stated Magnus bitterly. “While Chairman Meow adores me, no matter what I do, Church hates me from the bottom of his heart. He’s a grumpy little fella,” started explaining and when he realised that he was probably telling too much too quickly, he stopped talking and awkwardly looked up at Alec, who was leaned against the bar and was just happily listening to his rumbling.

“Why did you stop talking? I want to hear more,” said Alec and waggled his eyebrows.

“I feel like I said too much and-”

“Not at all,” said Alec happily and shrugged. “It’s adorable the way you talk about something you’re very passionate about. So, no, I didn’t mind it at all,” he went on by saying and Magnus just awkwardly nodded, but didn’t make a comment about it.

After talking for a bit more to Alec, Magnus finally started to open up a bit more and ended up telling the other one quite a lot of things about himself. He also learned a lot about Alec and he must’ve admitted, Alec was a fascinating person. Magnus envied his courage and his way with words, because everything that came out of his mouth strangely impressed Magnus. All of that made even that harder to understand why a person like Alec would be interested in him.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” asked Magnus suddenly, the alcohol that he consumed that evening slowly making him bolder with his questions. But, he wasn’t really drunk, just enough to loosen up a little bit.

“Sure, go ahead,” said Alec and smiled.

“Earlier, when you knew that I wasn’t on the guest list,” started Magnus and looked up at Alec, who nodded and waited for him to continue. “Why did you let me in? I, um, I mean, I still don’t understand why on Earth would you be interested in me. I’m pretty plain looking.”

Alec hummed and shrugged. Once he saw something that he liked, he went after it, which was Magnus in this case. He didn’t know why, but he also felt weirdly drawn to the man and even though they had never met before, he had a feeling that somewhere they had already met before. It was a strange feeling, to be honest. “When I first saw you, I thought that you were quite… magical,” said Alec. Magnus’ eyes widened and he choked on his drink.


“I don’t know how to explain it either,” said Alec and chuckled when he saw the expression on Magnus’ face. “Something drew me towards you,” he then went on by saying and he made a short pause. “It feels like our meeting was…”

“Destined?” asked Magnus quietly and Alec quickly nodded. “Yeah, I know what you mean,” he then stammered and cleared his throat. His eyes then travelled down and his body stiffened when he felt Alec’s leg gently bumping into his and a shy smile spread across his face when he felt the younger one placing his fingers on top of his hand. He merely grazed the back of his palm with his fingertips, but the place that he touched him tingled and he pressed his lips together.

“Can I get your number?” asked Alec. “I’d like to take you out on a proper date, sometime.”

Alec’s straightforwardness amazed Magnus, but he just nodded. “Yeah, I’d like that,” he forced himself to say and Alec beamed at him. He happily handed his phone to the older one and with shaky fingers, Magnus entered his own number into Alec’s contact list, feeling his heart beating faster again once Alec leaned really close to him. Magnus returned him the phone, quite happy with himself.

“Thank you,” said Alec.

After talking for a bit more, Magnus realised that it was already getting pretty late, so he decided that it was time for him to go home. He was out later than usual and because of the events of the day, he felt even that more tired. Alec was quite disappointed when he learned that Magnus was leaving the party, but in the end he decided to walk him back home. On their way, they continued to talk about random things and joked around. Even though Magnus was tired as hell, he was happy, he had to admit that. They reached Magnus’ apartment pretty soon, so Alec stepped in front of the other and looked up, then down into Magnus’ eyes again and smiled.

“Thank you for walking me back to my apartment,” whispered Magnus and Alec nodded.

“Don’t mention it, it was my pleasure after all,” said Alec playfully and Magnus’ face heated up once again. “It’s a shame that I have to return back to the party, I’d love to spend some more time with you,” he then went on by saying Alec.

Magnus nodded, but then shrugged. “How about we meet tomorrow, for that date?” he asked with a small voice and Alec nodded.

“I’d like that. What time should I come pick you up?”

“Around seven?” asked Magnus and Alec nodded happily.

“Seven it is then,” replied Alec. Magnus’ heart fluttered with warmth when Alec took his hand back into his and leaned forward. Thinking that he was going to be kissed, Magnus closed his eyes tightly and puckered up for the kiss. While Alec was indeed thinking about going in for an actual kiss, he couldn’t resist teasing the other for a bit more, so instead of kissing Magnus’ lips, he placed a kiss onto Magnus’ cheek and the older one opened his eyes in disappointment. “Now, now, don’t look so disappointed,” said Alec playfully and winked.

Magnus gently touched his cheek. While the kiss felt nice, he really did feel disappointed. His face burned with embarrassment when Alec guessed what he was thinking and he just looked down. “I’m not. I just thought-”

“Worry not, we’ll continue tomorrow from where we left off tonight,” whispered Alec into Magnus’ ear and Magnus felt how his throat went dry and he just quickly nodded.

“That, um, sounds nice too,” he stammered and Alec nodded.

“Well then, I suppose I should leave now,” said Alec after receiving a text from Izzy, who was asking him where the hell he went. Some people were apparently looking for him at the party, so he made a step back, but the smile remained on his face. “I’ll see you tomorrow then, right?”

“Yeah,” replied Magnus happily and chuckled when Alec blew him a kiss.

“Good bye then,” muttered Alec and waved as he slowly turned around.

“Good bye and good night,” said Magnus, but doubted that Alec could hear him anymore. It was only when he finally went up to his apartment that he realised that Alec did hear him, because he received a short text, which said Good night to you too. I seriously cannot wait until tomorrow.

Magnus let out a happy sigh and threw himself onto his sofa, where Church was sleeping. The grumpy cat let out an annoyed meow, but Magnus didn’t care about that and he just squeezed his cat to his chest, even though someone clearly wasn’t too keen on that hug. “Oh, shush you grumpy fella,” whispered Magnus happily and placed a kiss on top of his cat’s head. “I just got asked out, so your bad mood isn’t going to throw me off. Right, Chairman Meow?” he then asked when he saw his other kitten coming up to him. Chairman was more than happy to be picked up into Magnus’ lap. “Ah, this is great,” he then said and softly laughed as Chairman leaned up, placing his paws onto Magnus’ chest and licked the tip of Magnus’ nose.

After a long time of being asleep, Magnus had finally woke up and he had a feeling that he was going to enjoy his life a lot more now.

anonymous asked:

How would the UT, US, Feraltale Sans and, US, SF and UF Papyrus's react to waking up next to their S/O for the first time?

Okay, so my cousin was looking over my shoulder when I was writing this and she knows what Undertale is, but reading through this ask, she has no idea what it means. I find funny how the Undertale fandom basically has its own language. 

Also, I have no idea what Feraltale is so I won’t be doing that one. 



This is the most relaxed and happiest moment of his life. Just to see you in his arms, breathing slowly and hypnotically, Sans just wants to stay in this moment forever. He likes to touch you, not sexually, but to feel your body under his fingertips as he traces circles on your back. Eventually, he falls asleep again. 


Papyrus nyehs softly and moves slowly so he doesn’t wake you. Since he doesn’t like to stay in bed too long after he wakes up, he get up, and change into his clothes, all while keeping his eyes on you. Just waking up next to you for the first time, puts in him in a good mood for the rest of the day. 



You must be a heavy sleeper if Blue wakes up before you. The small skele moves around a lot in bed and is a serious kicker. You’re probably gonna wake up with bruises. Blue is just so excited that you slept with him, he wakes you up to celebrate with him and the two of you head into the kitchen to make breakfast together. 


Stretch wakes up and memorize every detail of your sleeping face. He spends hours just staring at you and marveling at how well you two fit together like a puzzle. Even if you wake up, he just wraps his arms around you, preventing you from escaping, and the two you of you just spend the entire day in bed. 



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When Fell wakes up next to you for the first time, he has an overwhelming urge to coddle you. Since he usually works in the morning, he wraps you up in a blanket and kisses you on the forehead before leaving. He prepares breakfast for you and leaves it in the fridge for when you wake up. 



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Rus has never loved you more than the moment he wakes up next to you for the first time. To him, it just shows how much you trust him to protect you at your most vulnerable moment. Even if you’re still asleep, he’s whispering small murmurs of ‘i love you’s and feeling your body pressed against his bones. This is everything he wished for. 

Scoundress Saturday #3: Don’t Forget to Pack Clean Underwear

So–I started writing a bit about the Harrison shaving picture, and it kind of, uh, exploded. So here you go:

They’d all been getting along so well, laughing and joking and having fun all the way to the system. Part of it, Han reflected, was that they had all been so kriffing relieved to get away from Hoth. That cold permeated their bones, made even the most easy-going person (read: Luke) grumpy, made it simply hard to function at all.

It was just the four of them: Han, Chewie, Luke, and Leia, headed to meet some contact of Leia’s who had information on Imperial weapons facilities. It was the local fête week on planet, and it had been suggested that the best place for the transfer would be during the Fête Ball, when the royal family and commoners (the rich and snooty, Han had realized, but still commoners) were more likely to interact with one another. Chewie was co-pilot and security detail, if that came up; Leia, posing as a rich commoner there for the ball, was the main contact, with Han and Luke acting as her betrothed and her brother, respectively.

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anonymous asked:

AU: Gon and Killua are demigods with Gon being the child of Poseidon and Killua being the child of Zeus

Oh, hmm. This is interesting, bc I’ve seen this with Killua being the son of Hades but this could definitely work too…

(also I hope you don’t mind, but I’m putting this in a Percy Jackson kind of au ^^;)

Gon would be a really great child of Poseidon! He would grow up on an isolated island with his Aunt Mito still and it would somehow be protected from the outside world, so Gon never knew he was a demigod until he turned 12! On his 12th birthday he traveled to Camp Half-Blood all by himself. He has a great time there; he swims all the time since its on the Long Island Sound and he loves talking to the horses. Plus there are lots of other kids his age for him to play with!

And that’s how he meets the isolated, feared and extremely gifted son of Zues: Killua Zoldyck.

Gon quickly learns that Killua is the son of Zues, but was adopted by another pair of demigods. That’s the weird thing about the Zoldycks- they’re all extremely powerful demigod children of different godly heritage, ‘rescued’ by Kikyo and Silva Zoldyck as babies. (For example, Killua is the son of Zues, Alluka is the daughter of Hades, Kalluto is the son of Hermes, etc).

Each of them are raised and trained by Kikyo and Silva to become the most formidable demigods in recent history, and no one in the Zoldyck family has ever been to Camp Half-Blood. Until Killua.

Killua ran away from his family soon after discovering his powers of electricity and lightning during a thunderstorm. He discovered Camp Half-Blood on his own, without ever being told about its existence.

Gon and Killua become fast friends. Few pple talk to Killua due to rumors that he’s really the son of Hades and that even touching him will kill you, but Gon doesn’t mind. He thinks Killua is amazing and so cool and he doesn’t get why no one would want to be friends with the boy who has eyes as blue as the sky and hair white as lightning.

There’s a lot of extra details to this: Gon and Killua can never be put on the same capture the flag team bc they win every single goddamn time, Killua sneaks into Gon’s cabin so he’s not as lonely at night, Gon and Killua go on missions together and kick daemon ass, etc

Basically its great and awesome and they love each other in this universe like they do in every other one ^^ The end!

Good Luck Kisses

Simon x Reader #16

Warnings: just fluff my dudes 

Requested: kind of by an anon; I modified a request because I wanted to write something more like this 


The day had arrived. After months of planning and meetings, Upload was actually happening. You were sat in Simon and yours shared hotel room, waiting for him to finish getting ready in the bathroom so the two of you could head over to the convention and help set up before the madness began.

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