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Why Me?! Pt. 1 - Damon Salvatore x Reader

Originally posted by sinistersalvatore

Pairing: Damon x Reader

Prompt: You and Damon are dating but we all know things will eventually get complicated when Elena wakes up, watch as the usual drama and more ensues.

Warning: None! Just fluff. (Slight AU)



It’s been 10 years since Elena was put under the sleeping curse and a lot of things had changed. Enzo is human, he and Bonnie now have 2 kids and a beautiful 3 bedroom house. Stefan and Caroline got married finally. It was a June wedding. They live in the Salvatore boarding house along with you and Damon who are currently dating. Josie and Lizzie stay on the weekends however they tend to go out during the day because teenagers hate hanging out with their parents apparently.

No one has said anything bad about you and Damon dating but you all knew what everyone was thinking. ‘What’s going to happen when Elena come back?’ You thought the same thing because Elena was one of your closet friends and you felt like a terrible person for even looking at him the way you have for the past few years. It wasn’t a few years you knew but it was better to admit that than tell everyone you fell in love with Damon before he and Elena even got together. Right now you are currently taking more hinted digs from everyone’s favourite control freak, Caroline Forbes-Salvatore.

“What’s supposed to mean Caroline?” You sighed loudly as you sipped you coffee. Josie and Lizzie’s eyes were flickering between the both of you, while Bonnie and Enzo kept their eyes down and mouths shut.

“All I’m saying is what are you planning on doing when the love of his life comes back? And how do you plan to tell your friend you stole her boyfriend.” Caroline stated as if it was some sort of logical puzzle that anyone understood.

“Mom! You can’t say things like that!” Josie screeched as she blushed, clearly embarrassed by her mothers words.

“Yeah I mean you were in love with Stefan when Elena was with him if anything you’re a boyfriend stealer too.” Lizzie snorted as she sipped her coffee.

“Are you drinking coffee right now?!” Bonnie reached for the cup only to be stopped by the fact Lizzie had vanished.

“Lizzie sit down and loose the cloaking spell.” Caroline sighed softly before turning back to you.

“Look all I’m saying is maybe you shouldn’t have fell for your friend’s man when she’ll be back one day and you’ll be kicked aside.” She huffed before sipping her coffee.

“Actually Care, Y/N was in love with my brother before Elena even battered an eye for him. Elena knew it too.” Stefan’s soothing voice added as he entered the kitchen where everyone was sat at the dining table.

“What?!” Bonnie gasped loudly before everyone’s eyes were on you. You chose to ignore everyone as you got up to get more coffee.

“Is that true?” Josie questioned softly as if she was speaking for her frozen mother.

“Yes although it wasn’t Stefan secret to tell.” You snarled as you shot Stefan a death glare that made him lower his head quickly.

“What the hell that’s fucked up. Is that what Auntie Elena is like!? Bitch!” Lizzie yelled angrily as she re-appeared in the middle of the room.

“Elizabeth Saltzman!” Caroline screamed her voice doing that high pitched crack thing it does when she’s angry or stressed.

“What!? It is! What kinda friend has one boyfriend who is loving and gorgeous then gets bored so she goes after one of her best friends crushes! That’s so screwed up! Aunt Bonnie you should’ve just became a vampire it would have saved us a hassle of having her ruin people’s lives again.” Lizzie snapped looking around at everyone who seemed momentarily shocked by Lizzie’s actions.

“Lizzie that’s enough. She’s a good person and she’s our best friend.” You stated making everyone look up at you in shock. You might have loved Damon but you never hated Elena for falling for him too. You just hated how she just ignored your feelings and used her doppelganger looks to get a head start in the game you knew that you were both playing, even now. Lizzie shook her head at you before storming of with her sister in tow.

You ignored everyone and went up to Damon’s bedroom with a cup of coffee for him. Your mind still running on possible scenarios that could happen when Elena wakes up. You knew you would be brushed aside but you also knew she was human and eventually she would die or leave Damon to start a bland human life. You could wait for 50-60 years if it meant you would be with Damon again but it didn’t mean it hurt any less.

You sat on the edge of the bed nursing the coffee you had brought him when he began to stir in his sleep. Eventually his gorgeous ice blue eyes opened and immediately found yours, his look went from a post sleep frown to a wide grin once he saw you.

“G’Mornin gorgeous.” He murmured sleepily rubbing a hand over his face.

“Morning, I brought you coffee.” You giggled, handing him the coffee before moving onto the bed next to him. You had yet to have sex with Damon because you had only been on a few dates which was surprising because Damon usually just jumps into bed with someone straight away, even Elena.

“So what are we doing today?” He asked as you cuddled into his chest silently.

“Well I’m going shopping with the girls. So ‘we’ aren’t doing anything.” You chuckled as he groaned, throwing his head back.

“Okay well can we do something tonight then after your shopping trip?” Damon whispered playfully into your ear, his hands sliding down your body as his words faded out.

“Hmm I suppose what do you have in mind?” You smiled before he began tickling you sides mercilessly, making you squirm in his grip as he smiled down at you softly. Eventually you declared him the winner and he moved off you so you could resume your cuddling.

“How about a movie in bed?” His suggestion shocked you but you found yourself agreeing before you went to your room to get ready.


“Damon’s being really weird.” You blurted out as you arrived at the small boutique near the grill.

“How?” Bonnie questioned her perfectly shaped eyebrow raising slightly.

“Well he wants to watch a movie tonight and I don’t mean the cinema I mean in his bed while cuddling.” You snorted softly as Caroline’s eyes almost bugged out of her head.

“Well that’s a little un-Damon but obviously it’ll lead to sex which is VERY Damon.” Bonnie supplied which made you squirm in your seat uncomfortably.

“I’d of thought that if we’d even had sex yet.” You muttered quietly but everyone including Josie and Lizzie’s eyes snap to you like you’d gone insane.

“You guys haven’t had sex yet!?” Caroline screeched making a few eyes turn to you.

“Car would you like to say that any louder I don’t think the boys heard you from the Salvatore house. Wait no they probably heard but I don’t think Hell heard you yet!” You whisper yelled at her, your arms flailing slightly as you spoke.

“Actually I heard it perfectly.” You all spun around with wide eyes when you heard the voice you never thought you’d hear again.

“Oh.” Bonnie supplied.

“My.” You added.

“GOD!” Carline screamed as she moved Josie and Lizzie behind her.

“You must be Josie and Lizzie.” He grinned from ear to ear, his eyes gleaming with nothing but mischief.

“Nice to meet you I’m Uncle Kai.”

[Page 23 - Tavern Conversation]

“So you’re saying that Henry – her son, your son – wrote a new beginning for you in his magical story book, and that transported you here to this realm so you could find me, and this is some sort of happy ending that you talked about, the one that you – or we – were supposed to have back in the Enchanted Forest.”

“Basically, yes.”

“And tell me, Regina – can I call you Regina,” he asks with the faintest hint of mischief in his voice. “Or should I stick with the Evil Queen?”

“I prefer Regina,” she answers with a look that makes his lips twitch.

“Regina it is then,” he says. “Well, I’m not going to pretend I understand how this all works - magic isn’t quite my area of expertise - but I’m not getting any vibes of murderous hatred or any “I shall have to be redeemed” aura from you, so.” He pauses for a moment before adding, “Not that you were off-putting either way.”

She raises a brow, suggesting disbelief, and he shrugs. “What?”

“I seem to recall a particular thief wishing to leave town because my lighter half was too boring for him. An abysmal hamlet, I believe he called my creation.”

“Ah, yes, that.” He makes a face. “I’ve forgotten entirely about that.”

When she laughs, he finds himself wishing to amuse her again. It’s strange really, this sudden tugging at his heart. It’s not quite like what he’d felt with Marian, yet the connection equally strong. Stronger even, perhaps, with this woman called Regina. For the first time, if he were to believe her story – and he is inclined to somehow – he is meeting her as a whole person, not just half of a being.

How odd does that sound, he muses to himself as he takes another mouthful of ale. Unusual, but certainly not impossible. He returns to studying her, and she meets his gaze head-on, not shying from his scrutiny. Interesting, the glint of boldness in her eyes, a look he attributes to the Evil Queen, yet there is a softness about her that had been solely Regina’s, not of her darker self. Perhaps it’s true: both have become one.

“You’ll stay with me then.”

She stops swirling the ale in her mug and looks at him cautiously.

“You’ve killed both King and Queen of the land. Emma isn’t returning, and Prince Henry – or King now, I suppose – is after your head. Rumple, meanwhile, probably wouldn’t be doing you any favours. Where would you go?”

He ceases in his speaking, noticing how her eyes had dipped to the table when he mentioned Henry, her son in the other land. He hadn’t meant to upset her, but he spoke only truth, one that she has to acknowledge. Granted, he as this land’s Robin hasn’t known her for long, but he doesn’t put it past her to do something as foolish as to march herself to the castle, announcing that the Prince-who-is-now-King is her son in another land and he should understand she’s changed. That move would do nothing but get her killed, and while he prides himself on his ability to maintain his independent, thieving life without needing anyone by his side, he admits some part of him is attracted to her. He would be sorry to see her sentenced to death.

“Of course, if you do,” he continues, gesturing towards her garb. “You probably have to switch to clothes a little more…inconspicuous. And a life of a thief, you understand, isn’t the same as one of a Queen.”

“I know.”

She lifts her gaze to meet his, and again, there is that strange sensation in his chest. Her eyes are beautiful, depthless oceans, of warmth, of vulnerability, of trust, and his breath catches at what he sees. He is not one easily swayed by the looks of a pretty woman, but she is different. Certainly attractive. Beyond attractive even, but he has been with countless beautiful women, and his heart has never responded to them the way it has to her.

“Good,” he manages, clearing his throat as he tears his eyes away from hers. “So, uh, to a new, partnership then?”

“To a new partnership,” she says with the slightest smile and clinks her mug against his.

Spencer Reid X Reader

Request: Can you do a Reid x Reader (dating please) where the Reader is anemic, you can do what you want with the story! It’s just that I’m anemic and I can’t find annnyyyy imagines where the reader is anemic, and yeah. Thanks! Xxx

A/N: Hey so I hope I succeeded at the Anemic part of the fic. I really enjoyed writing this little oneshot. I learned something new today :) I’m sorry if all of you out there are offended that at one point in this story I mentioned how Anemic is a disease but I did my research and it is. I mean it’s not contagious or anything. Anyways I’ll shut up now. ENJOY!

Warnings: None

Words: 1,031

Originally posted by toyboxboy

It wasn’t until about a month of dating Spencer Reid, that the 187 IQ genius put two and two together about your condition. You had never really appraised the need to tell him. It’s not that you were ashamed, not at all. It’s just whenever you experienced the symptoms, you weren’t around your awkward yet caring boyfriend. Well, other then maybe nausea or vertigo, but, you were always one to tough things out.
One day at work, though, Spencer had noticed your grimacing expressions at your desk behind him, obviously observing the fact you were in some sort of physical pain. It wasn’t the first time Spencer had seen you hurting, he just didn’t need to bring it up, not wanting to make you feel embarrassed in any way. Besides, it could easily be period cramps and that wasn’t a matter Spencer desired to discuss. But wait, the average menstrual flow lasted 3 to 5 days and Reid remembered correctly, two weeks ago you had subtly hinted the fact that you were on it. That wasn’t right. Women were only supposed to get it once every 28 days.
After moments of pondering and reminding himself of all the symptoms, you had had lately Spencer figured it out. Nausea, dizziness, shaking hands and weakness in your biceps. -That being the only thing Reid noticed.-  Spencer finally agreed with himself that you might have what’s called Iron Deficiency Anemia. Your boyfriend glanced back at you, who was rubbing your temples and keeping your head down, most likely trying not to cause too much attention to yourself. Luckily, Spencer always checked up on you so you weren’t the least bit appalled when your boyfriend came impatiently pacing toward you.
You rotated your head in the direction of Spencer, instinctively taking your hands away from your face to be polite.
“What’s up Spence?” You inquired, taking a tone that may have been a little too hostile to your liking. Your back was still hunched over, steadying both your arms on your desk, the only part of your body being turned was your head. If Spencer had perceived the slight unfriendly tone in your voice, he ignored it. The ends of your lips vaguely curved upward when you observed how eager Spencer was to steal an office chair from the desk across from yours so he could sit beside you.
“I have a question. Well, kind of a question, more like a hypothesis.” Your boyfriend informed you awkwardly, breaking eye contact with you more than once. You furrowed your eyebrows and squinted your eyes, now rotating your whole body toward Spencer, your interest being peeked. When you nodded your head for your boyfriend to go on, he did just that. “Lately I’ve been noticing the way your body has reacted when you haven’t eaten much, especially food containing iron.” Spencer began, causing a sigh to escape your lips. You had completely forgotten to inform Spencer about your condition! “Iron deficiency anemia is a common type of anemia that occurs when your blood doesn’t have enough healthy red blood cells.When your body doesn’t have enough iron, it can’t produce enough hemoglobin -a substance in red blood cells that lets them carry oxygen. Red blood cells carry oxygen to the body’s tissues and remove carbon dioxide. Not having enough working red blood cells may lead to tiredness and shortness of breath. Iron deficiency anemia usually develops over time as your body taps into the iron it has stored, then eventually runs out. It affects nearly three-
“Spencer,” You interrupted, already aware of the symptoms as well as reasonings to the disease. When your boyfriend stopped, he stared at you, clearly perplexed as to why you intervened. You lifted your arms from your sides and cupped Spencer’s cheeks, lightly pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I know, I have mild symptoms of anemia but I’ve never really gotten prescribed to anything considering it doesn’t interfere with my life that much.” You quietly mumbled, now pulling Spencer’s -blushing- face to yours until your foreheads touched.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” The genius softly questioned worriedly, lifting his arms up and wrapping his slender fingers around your forearm.
“To be completely honest, I never even thought about it. I’m so used to frequently getting it that it’s become an average occurrence in my life.” You explained, watching how Spencer’s eyebrows creased in confusion. You already knew what he was going to say next.
“B-but you said it didn’t interfere with your life.” The Profiler corrected, remembering vividly what you had informed him on. You chuckled, then lifting your hands and forehead off of Spencer.
“Aren’t you supposed to be a genius with an identical memory?” You teased, turning to your computer for a quick second to look at the time; 11:30 am. “I said ‘that much.’” You tenderly explained, now standing up from your chair, Spencer soon mirroring your actions.
“Where are you going?” Spencer asked anxiously when he saw that you were now putting on your brown peacoat jacket that was originally hanging off your office chair.
“Lunch!” You excitedly stated, now strolling toward the Bureau’s doors. When you knew Spencer couldn’t see your face, you frowned in discomfort, your migraine still bothering you. Spencer was right, you hadn’t eaten anything all day and you needed something in your stomach.  
“Wait for me!” You heard your boyfriend cry from behind you, soon feeling his fingers entangle with yours. You smiled from his touch, his phalanges having a frigid sensation against your thermal ones.
As the two of you roamed out of the building, taking gradual steps towards your car, Spencer squeezed your hand before talking.
“I recommend eating something high in protein. I suggest Meat, Poultry, Fish, Beans, Tofu, Dried fruits, Dark green leafy vegetables, such as spinach and chard, Iron-fortified foods, such as bread and cereals. Not eating enough of the above foods can put you at a higher risk of developing-
You kind of zoned out from there, already hearing this advice before. All you really cared about was getting some food in your stomach and eating it with Spencer Reid. You really did love that man.

not that bad | mingyu

well this is longer than i expected. tbh i totally strayed from the actual request, i’m sorry @chichewy​ for the really really long wait :c it literally went from something cutesy and sweet to what will be a multi-part story?? i honestly kind of ran with a few ideas and it turned into this,,, i’m hoping to just write a second, final part just to wrap shit up but knowing me this might actually turn into this blog’s first ever series. grats, requester! sorry if this isn’t what you wanted… 

word count: 6.3k
trigger warnings: mentions of smoking, alcohol, swearing
contains angst/fluff, high school setting

“Man, you’d never thought you’d say this, but you’re starting to miss the old dickhead.”

hope you enjoy <3

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  • The third member of the HipHop Unit: Wonwoo’s teaser has been released.
  • His prime number is 10001, the largest number so far, and his hint/phrase was ‘Us in the different system, another form of Seventeen’.
  • Now, my brain is not that smart to decode this so I leave it to the other Carats.
  • Once again, the layout of the teaser and such is still the same.
  • His prime number was shown through the television which Wonwoo had switched on.
  • The television screen is shown to be unclear, with the channels jumping from one to another.
  • What I noticed was, albeit briefly, the television showed a shot of what seems to be the opening credits of a show. It reads “an Aaron Spelling, Leonard Goldberg Production of”.
  • These two are a duo that established ‘Spelling-Goldberg Productions’, a production company that has produced quite a number of popular programs back in the 70′s and 80′s.
  • But here’s the thing; the programs that they produced are mostly of the crime,mystery, spies and detective genre.
  • I don’t know if this is a hint to a future concept. If you remember clearly, the boys have dabbled into this concept before. Most recently was the Boom Boom MV where they were a group of spies.
  • Unlike the previous teasers, no one had physically appeared at the end of Wonwoo’s teaser.
  • However, at the end, the television did show what seems to be the place where Vernon’s teaser took place. Hinting that Vernon might be the member we’re looking for in this case.
  • Also, like in Mingyu’s teaser, Wonwoo didn’t pass anything to another member.
  • Perhaps because he was not shown to not have held anything in his hands other than the television remote and also because no one was physically there for him to pass anything to.
  • Wonwoo’s teaser is so far the shortest in length, at approx. 50 secs.
  • His teaser picture is also the first, after 6 members, to be in black and white which means so far, only his and Vernon’s are in b/w while the others are in colour.
  • If the next member also has a b/w teaser picture, my guess is that this hints at new units, similar to what they did in their first full-length album and the most recent Going Seventeen mini album.
  • Last thing to note is that in all the teasers, there is this feeling of melancholy in the air. Perhaps, it’s just the way it’s supposed to be or it could be on purpose.
  • Imo, if they were just merely teasers for a comeback, there should be some sort of mix of emotions. Maybe this hints towards the comeback concept to be a little more mature than all their previous ones.

- Admin Leen

Things I never tire of:

- lees saying “t-word” or “t-wording” instead of tickle or tickling. 

- using !!!!!!!! instead of typing a coherent, well-thought out response.


- tagging others in tickle related gifs or videos 

- tagging others said gifs or videos, but also talking about said gif or video in the tags 

- lees making this face: :3 

- or /.\

- or D: when a spot is talked about

- lers who get blushy and so flustered when their favorite spot to tickle and play with is brought up. And also: lers who are tough as heck but even mentioning a certain spot makes them feel all goopy inside and it can make them feel a bit submissive because reasons :p

- raspberries

- teasing each other with pictures of nylon clad feet

- furiously shy lers 

- not-bashful-at-all lees who can tease and torment their ler into tickling them but even then the ler is blushing and melting inside

- all the cute versions of laughter like ahah…haha… or hhyyynnnkkk!! or hehe~ or the yelling to signify squeals like NOHOHAAHA PLEAAHAHASSEE!!! 

- bashful lers who acknowledge that they like tickling but just can’t be teasy about it because they’re too soft.

- sass from lees

- no I’m serious the sassy lee and bashful ler thing drives me crazy I love it so much

- threatening to even just perch fingers on a death spot 

- wiggling fingers juuuusttt near a bad spot and making the lee beg to just! do it already!!!

- lers who are supposed hard lers but they stay here long enough and realize they are actually possibly switches

-lers making this face: ;3

- lers saying that they’re hunters or hinting that they are some sort of hungry predator like oh my gosh rip me. In half please. And also lers “hunting” for their prey. 

- Saying you’re the tickle-monster @u@

- lees who can’t say “tickle” out loud in regular conversation.

- LERS who can’t say “tickle” out loud in regular conversation.

- watching a movie or commercial or whatever with family/vanilla-friends and the word pops up and you gotta poker-face your way through it.

- watching a movie or commercial or whatever alone and replaying it if tickling comes up just to self-indulge and sin quietly.

- lers or lees that can say “tickle” out loud, but stutter when they say it <3

- lers or lees that have a certain phrase, clothing item, word, what have  you that makes them think of tickling and pushes them into the mood for it.

- being spoon-fed spots

- unconventional spots like shins, tops of feet, inner-elbows, palms of the hands, forehead, front of the neck, ect.

- lees begging to be tied or pinned down so they don’t hurt the ler but also so they can’t chicken out and leave.


- tiny finger strokes down the sides when you’re spooning 

- making fake eating noises when you’re nibbling or mouthing at a bad spot just to hear the lee howl and squeal wildly (ohmygosh especially if youre teasing at some tummy pudge or the backs of the knees or the hips or!! ahhh)


- just causually talking about getting a spot and the potential lee starts breaking out every nervous tick they have like stuttering, bouncing their legs, rubbing their neck, avoiding eye-contact with a stupid big smile on their face, blushing, not being able to make full sentences ect.

- a cheeky lee asking a ler to explain something or asking a question, and then the lee starts rubbing or self-tickling, or wiggling a known bad spot of theirs and the ler freezes and just! can’t! deal with that!!

- ugghhhh that stretch people do. That horrible thing where they sttrrreeeetttccchhh up and their shirt rises and oh god there’s their tummy /.\

-that same stretch but when a ler comes up behind them and gets em in the armpits <3 or gets the ribs!

- ticklish backs

- teasing a ler by waggling your feet or other body part you know they have mad ler lust for (like tummies) 

- when someone can’t have their hair up/is afraid of having short hair because oh goodness what if a ler k  n o w s about their ticklish neck?

- that deer in the head lights “oh shit” face people pull when tickling is brought up and they know they gon get it <3

- calling people “tickle-hungry”

You’re Not Like The Rest


Pairing: Klaus x Reader

Summary: Hi! Could I please please get a Klaus x reader imagine where (Y/N) is one of the few women that can stand her ground against Klaus and he finds it not only amusing, but intriguing.

Klaus Mikaelson, oh how he paraded through the streets of New Orleans acting all high and mighty. He had people kneeling at his feet, while others quaked with fear in their boots. However you weren’t scared of him and you certainly weren’t going to be one of his loyal minions, and you were confident that was the main reason Klaus wouldn’t leave you alone.

Heading into Rousseau’s for your afternoon shift, upon entering the atmosphere was quiet. Only a few occupants were in the bar either taking a break from work, or catching up with friends. Tying an apron around your waist, you started to clean the glasses left on the bar. The bell on the door chimed, being too focused on the current task at hand you didn’t look up to see who had entered. The individual sat down at the bar.

“I’ll be with you in just a second”, you said while finishing stacking the glasses.
A British accent spoke, and with it your shoulders dropped. “Take your time love, I can be quite patient when I want to be”.

Bracing yourself as you turned around, Klaus opted for a smirk and you wanted to knock it right off his face. “Don’t you have some poor soul to torment?”. He covered his heart and made a wounded expression, "I’m truly hurt Y/N that you would assume so little of me”. Rolling your eyes at his attempt to be cute, you grabbed a cloth and wiped down the bench, hoping that Klaus would take the hint you were busy and leave.

“Aren’t you suppose to ask me if I want some sort of beverage, love?”.

Huffing, you put on your best fake smile. “Would you like a drink?”. He chuckled and folded his hands on the table. “I would love one, that is on our lovely evening that I have planned for us tonight”. You couldn’t help at laugh, did Klaus Mikaelson just ask you out on a date?.

“In what universe do you think I’ll ever agree to go out with you?”. His broke into a half cocked smirk. “As you very well know I’m not a man a lot of people say no too, I can be quite persuasive. After all I am Klaus Mikealson. One evening that’s all I’m asking for”. Everything about his speech made you want to throw up, it read like a egoistic, self-centered, cocky manic which was ironic because it described Klaus perfectly.

Leaning on the bar you looked Klaus square in the eyes, “I would rather walk through burning hot coals before I ever agree to go on a date with you”. For some reason he found your response amusing. Taking a step back a few more people had entered the bar, and they were waiting to be severed. “Now if you aren’t going to order a drink I suggest you walk out that door”. Turning your back towards him you greeted the 2 ladies that were sitting on the opposite of the bar, took their order and severed them their drinks.

You were hoping that Klaus had left, however much to your disappointment he was still seating on the stool and hadn’t moved an inch, expect the only noticeable difference was he now had a glass of whiskey in his hand. Rising an eyebrow towards you all while looking mighty pleased with himself, he spoke. “What’s the matter love, you look like you’ve seen a ghost”.

Biting the inside of your lip, you tucked the cloth inside your apron before leaning both hands on the counter. “I imagine a guy like you has better things to do with his time, then to sit in a dusty, old bar. And no matter how many drinks you buy I’m not going to go on a date with you. So I suggest you take the hint and leave”.

Taking a swing on his drink, he pulled out his wallet and dropped a 50 dollar bill in front of you. “If there is one thing you must know about me Y/N, is that I’m determined to get what I want. And I find you being unaffected by my charms not only a challenge to win you over, but also quite intriguing. So if I have to come to this bar every day until you agree to give me a chance, then that is what I’ll do”. Klaus grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair and put it on so effortlessly, “Oh and you can keep the change love”.

You couldn’t help but watch him as he walked out the door. Still not quite sure why a guy like Klaus was even interested in someone like you. Taking the 50 dollar bill you unexpectedly smiled…maybe it wasn’t all that bad that he was?. After all having him trying to charm you was quite amusing, and you’d be lying if you didn’t admit that apart of you was liking the attention.

anonymous asked:

45 jehparnasse pleeeeease :)

Oops I’ve been rereading Good Omens, and I have to say, Montparnasse and Crowley are cousins or something. So here’s a angels/demons AU

“Do you trust me?”

Amongst Montparnasse’s most evll inventions, Mondays ranked pretty high, right before 5:30PM rush hour and after babies crying in public transport. He, of course, had not invented babies, that would be silly. He’d merely come up with a certain type of plastic that gave off a very upsetting smell to tiny humans. Montparnasse could sleep soundly at night, knowing that, 40 thousand feet above him, someone was cruelly and keenly aware of his genius.

But let us come back to Mondays. Montparnasse liked Mondays. He went to sit back and watched the businessmen, workers, employees of all types and flavours going about the hustle and bustle of their daily lives, cursing their bosses, cursing their schedules, cursing traffic, cursing the weather, cursing about everything that it was possible to curse in order to shift the blame onto someone else.

It was midday, and Montparnasse was sitting on a bench near la Défense, watching people rushing to buy a sandwich for lunchbreak, dropping their change and ripping the hem of their shirts while trying to pick up the coins. Mondays were truly cursed.

Also sat on the bench was an angel. Not the most conspicuous of angels, not with their tye-dye shirt, star-shaped sunglasses, and colourful drink of some sort. Jehan liked it that way. They said it was easier to hide in plain sight if you stood out the most. Montparnasse, with his black suit and matching sunglasses, just found it distasteful.

“Aren’t angels supposed to be… I don’t know. Demure?”

Jehan quirked an eyebrow and took a sip out of their food colouring orgy drink.

“What’s wrong with colours?”

“I don’t know, everything?”

To be fair, Jehan’s fashion sense had been much worse in the 80s. Everybody’s fashion sense had been much worse in the 80s. Their Renaissance period had been dreadful, too. Montparnasse noticed the hint of a smile curling around their straw. Yes, Mondays were truly blessed.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Montparnasse asked, leaning against the bench. The advantage of sunglasses was that he could look at his colourful angel without being seen. Or at least he thought so. He’d been an angel once, but sunglasses weren’t a thing back then.

“Can’t I just want to spend time with you?” Jehan retorted innocently. “Some enemy-to-enemy quality time?”

Thousands of years had gnawed at the “enemy” label on their relationship, so much so that Montparnasse didn’t quite know how to call it anymore. After all, he knew Jehan better than he knew most demons.

“Whatever’s on your mind, say it.”


Jehan put their drink down between their legs and took their glasses off.

“There are some rumours upstairs. Apparently there’s a big storm coming, and no one will tell me anything.”

“That sounds serious,” Montparnasse merely said.

“It is. It sounds Doomsday serious. So have you heard anything?”

Montparnasse shrugged. He didn’t hang out in Hell much. He prefered being on the surface. That’s where the real fun was at. That also where thousand of years of his eternal life was at.

“Come on, nothing?”

“I didn’t read the memos anymore,” Montparnasse smiled. “I’ll snoop around if you like. I like the smell of treason in the morning.”

“Really? You’d do that?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Probably more than I logically should.”

“Then I’ll snoop around. But not before getting some proper lunch.”

anonymous asked:

getting the glimpse of pre-game ouma and how he was a bit more timid than in-game ouma, do you think this is where we see him with his guards down the most, besides when he revealed how much he hated the killing game while on his deathbed in chapter 5? or just another facade? its all up to speculation of course, but im just curious on what you think.

It’s hard to say considering we really do only get just a brief, brief glimpse of pre-game Ouma (which I suppose is still at least more than we get of other pre-game characters like Kiibo, who doesn’t get even a single speaking line), but in my opinion at least I don’t think it was another façade!

I don’t know if I’d say he had his guard down completely either considering they were all in a pretty terrifying situation, but I do think he didn’t think of the other students per se as potential enemies or people he shouldn’t trust. One thing about pre-game Ouma that stuck out to me in particular is the fact that despite his timidity, at his core he still came across as a deeply empathetic person even in that brief little glimpse—and that’s really the gist of Ouma’s character even in-game, when you get down to it.

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tbqh my favorite unsolved harry potter mystery is the case of lupin and peeves

cuz right before the boggart scene in poa we get this interaction:

Peeves didn’t look up until Professor Lupin was two feet away; then he wiggled his curly-toed feet and broke into song. 

“Loony, loopy Lupin,” Peeves sang. “Loony, loopy Lupin, loony, loopy Lupin—”

Rude and unmanageable as he almost always was, Peeves usually showed some respect toward the teachers. 

which is never explained, and it’s framed in the sort of way all the Gee I Wonder What’s Wrong With Professor Lupin mystery tidbits are so you’d almost think it was supposed to be another werewolf mcwerewolf hint but that makes no sense because 1) why would peeves know he’s a werewolf and 2) why would he care

naturally this encounter happens so that remus can do the waddiwasi thing (fucking Ledge) and establish that he’s not like other teachers™ as well as foreshadow the discovery that he was in the class of 78′s most notorious gang of hoodlums 

but that being said it’s still never explained what peeves has against remus or more specifically what kind of nonsense did the marauders get up to twenty-odd years ago to offend a fucking poltergeist

Say You’ll Haunt Me Pt. 9 (A Kenny Omega Story)

Originally posted by frentique

Okay, I finished this a lot quicker than I expected but I already had the ending in my head for days so it went fast once I started writing. Thank you to everyone that has liked and commented on this series, you all made this so much fun for me. I loved writing it and one day I may revisit this world. @daintymissdevitt Thank you for all of your help. I feel like it became ours at some point and I’m okay with that lol <3

Also…I’m pretty sure the tags are still messing up and notifications aren’t getting sent out. So if you missed part 7 or 8, there is a link below.

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magiccatprincess  asked:

So I started reading the manga yesterday, and thanks to tumblr I know lots of spoilers already. During the campina arc where Sebastian's cinematic records are show I couldn't help but smirk when I saw foreshadowing for the twin arc I've saw so many complaints about.

Yes, there are so many very strong hints, but twin theory/2ct deniers will come up with all sorts of crack ideas to change the meaning of those hints.

Examples include saying that:

1. “Ciel” is viewing things from more than one perspective because of split personality, PTSD, or some other mental break. So he’s in the cage AND on the altar. Or he’s holding hands with himself/talking to himself (in other arcs).

2. The child on the altar being sacrificed was neither him nor a twin but some random child who looks similar. Chalk it up to Yana-san’s relative inexperience when she started. Or it’s supposed to be a kid who looks similar, and who cares why?

3. Flashbacks that use objects and/or text bubbles to cover important facts, like a twin? No. There’s nothing there of importance, that’s just how she draws/drew it, without special meaning.

I could go on, but I’m sure you get the idea. I don’t want to accidentally spoil something for you that hadn’t been spoiled already. Otherwise I would go into way more examples and specifics.

Most of those deniers think the story becomes too clichéd or doesn’t even make sense if there are twins. But, I have two things to say about that.

1. What, in literature, *isn’t* clichéd to some extent by now (and this IS literature)?

2. To me, it never made full sense until I found out about 2ct about two years ago, and my major pet theory requires a version of it to be true. Specifically, Mother3 theory (I first blogged about it in December 2015) requires them to be *mirror twins* and that the older one *died* early in the story but was *reanimated* into a Bizarre Doll or something *like* a Bizarre Doll.

I’m glad you are reading it thoroughly and examining the evidence, both worded and illustrated. I do hope you are reading the licensed translations and not fan translations, like the ones on most sites. It makes a *huge* difference. Take note: those 2ct hints actually start in the very first chapter.

Feel free to ask me anything you like, and if the answer requires other expertise, I’ll tag people I know can help me answer it.

Thanks for contacting me :)

Promise - Matt Murdock x Reader

Requested by @ateliefloresdaprimavera

Although I haven’t quite finished Daredevil I have watched Jessica Jones so I was glad this request incorporated Jessica Jones. (I may have changed the request ever so slightly to shorten it but also add something in but I hope you like it.)

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Begging them to stop, to just let you die rather than try to fix what you were born with. But they insisted and both you and your twin brother, Kevin, got abilities and there was nothing you could do until you managed to escape him so many years later when he grew bored of you.

Your flat wasn’t flash, just a simple apartment in Hell’s Kitchen. You kept to yourself mostly, getting on with your own life and not bothering about other people’s business.

But late one night, while you sat happily in front of your computer taking some time to catch up, you heard loud limping footsteps. Listening intently you heard groans and mutters and then the sound of a key in a lock, a moan, a loud thud. Silence.

Hesitantly, you crept outside your apartment, peering out into the corridor to see a man passed out on the floor, his face clearly badly bruised and cut.

“Oh my god.” You whispered, crouching down beside him and checking his pulse. Weak, but present.

He had a black strip of fabric around his neck which looked like it had been wrapped around his eyes. You untied it and placed it on the ground beside him. Head and neck first.

Placing your hands gently on his skin, over the cuts and bruises, pressing gently you felt the pain yourself, but wincing you carried on, watching the blood seep back into his skin, his skin become less pale and his bruises fade.

That was one good thing that had come out of your parents’ experiments, your power could help others. You could heal anyone but yourself and would only feel a minor pain as you healed them. Not a large consequence considering.

Moving to the wounds on his chest and the rest of his body, you lifted his shirt. You frowned seeing the large welts, you couldn’t believe he could let this happen to him. Was he a superhero? Or… the opposite?

When you were finished he was fine aside from one or two bruises which were too small to matter.

Propping him up against the wall by the door to his apartment you went back into yours but you couldn’t sleep.

You waited nervously for any sign of the man moving but there was nothing until early the next morning when you eventually decided to open your door to check on him. The squeaky hinges apparently woke him because he started feeling across the floor.

“Rough night?” You found yourself saying.

“Uh… yes. I thought so.” His hands ran over his skin and face and he looked very puzzled, obviously wondering what had happened.

“Are you okay?”

He thought for a moment then smiled at you but not quite at you, more to your left. “Yes.”

He stumbled to stand up and you realised he was blind and rushed forward to help but he held out a hand to stop you, getting up on his own.

“I’m okay.” He repeated and you nodded then said your agreement out loud.

Once on his feet, he offered a hand in your general direction, “Matt Murdock.”

“(Y/n) (Y/l/n).” You said, shaking his hand gently.

“Have you lived here long, (Y/n)?” he asked.

“A year or so.”

“I’ve never seen you before.” You continued.

“I’ve never seen you either.” He laughed with only a hint of bitterness, “I suppose we’ve never met for some reason but I’ve never heard you leave your apartment either.”

“I like to keep to myself.”

He chuckled, “I wish the same could be said for me.”

“I have to go get dressed,” he said, “for work.” Fumbling the key in the doorknob and then getting it opening the door and giving a little wave sort of in your general direction.

“I hope we can talk more later.” He said before disappearing into your apartment.

Maybe I’ll have to heal you again.

Over the next few weeks, you didn’t have to heal Matt again. You’d see him with stitches though so he was obviously getting help. The two of you became good friends and you’d have tea together every Wednesday, alternating apartments. 

You’d talk about everything; your childhood included although you left out the part about powers. He said he was sorry and you said it wasn’t his fault in anyway but he was still sorry like you were about his sight. 

One time he didn’t show up to your apartment and you grew worried until there was a knock on your door and Matt appeared severely bruised with a black eye and a split lip.

“Hi.” He said, smiling a lopsided smile.

“Matt! What-” 

“I wanted you to know who I really am.” He said, limping past you and taking your arm.

You led him to your couch where he sat down.

“Let me help.” You whispered but he shook his head.

“They’re just bruises.”

“Severe bruising can be fatal.” You insisted, “May I?” You asked, hand hovering over his bruised eye.

He nodded with a shrug and you pressed down gently. Matt’s face lined with shock as he felt your body with ripple in pain, his pain as he felt himself be healed.

“You.” He whispered.

You nodded and explained to him. How you got your powers, how you found him, how it works.

And then he told you, “I need to tell you that I’m in love with you. Possibly.”

“I’m possibly in love with you too.” You whispered back, focused on healing the last of his bruises.

While you were focused, Matt couldn’t bare to put you in pain any longer so he took your face in his hands, centering your lips on his and kissed you gently.

Pulling away, your heart rate faster, a smile on your lips but Matt was serious.

“Please, (Y/n). Only heal what you have to. I can’t just dump my pain on you, even if it is only temporary.”

So you kissed him again with a promise that you knew you might not be able to keep for this man.

Kinktober #31:  Any combo all of the above

All I can say is that this, friends, got quite out of hand. I have loved this month in its entirety - this fic is my heartfelt thanks to all of you <3

A note regarding Kinktober #31: all the verses/AUs in Kinktober are complete standalones. That goes double for this AU! It does not render any of the ones that came before it… not “real”. That being said:

Welcome to the out of control meta brainchild that is Prompt #31. 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 - FINAL

The red carpet is spotlit from every angle, lined on all sides by throngs of screaming, adoring fans waiting to catch a glimpse of their favorite star or starlet. Reporters conduct interviews, actors and actresses in the finest evening wear pose for pictures in front of sponsor backdrops, camera and TV crews mill about the scene like overly large mosquitos looking for their next target to land on—it’s a well organized, glamorous scene of chaos.

The event is in full swing. Over the past few years, Hollywood has experienced a major revival, due to the combined factors of new talent, inclusivity, and a return to the creativity and originality that made the golden age of cinema such a revered time in media. A certain annual award ceremony has seen a return to the glory of its former days as well, and ratings are enormously high.

Tonight’s main event, as always, will be the big awards presented at the end of the night. But this year, all eyes are on the nominees for the award for Best Actor—two nominees, in particular.

The commotion that starts up when their car pulls up to the red carpet is unparalleled. Interviewers quickly wrap with their current subjects, security is hauled out to keep fans behind the guardrails, camera bulbs start popping at the rate of several flashes per millisecond. A reporter shouts into her microphone,

“I’m here, live at the 109th Academy Awards, where Tobio Kageyama and Shouyou Hinata have just arrived, on the scene—”

Online, Twitter is exploding. Tumblr is having a meltdown. Fans who can’t attend the event host viewing parties at home or liveblog their reactions as they watch the show. Fandom’s darlings have finally made their entrance.

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I Believe You [Saeyoung Choi/Reader]

Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Paring: Saeyoung Choi/Reader [you]
Summary: You would love him even after a thousand lifetimes.
Dedication: For @sangyosoul, not what you wanted. But, i’ll make u something better!!

A/N: ooo shiiittttt it’s dat giiiirrrlll whaddddup. nah, seriously tho’. sorry for being mia. school is beating me into the ground and so is life. o well. hope this will be okay until i get back in the swing.

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So I was talking to ansemsapprentice and mysticpotato654 about Lea, Ienzo, and Even interacting post-DDD. I ended up writing a small scene:

“…So my point is, Lea,” Ienzo says with a resigned sigh, finally lifting his eyes from the stack of research notes to give Lea his full attention. “Without your rather…deplorable actions, we likely would’ve met far worse fates enslaved as vessels in Xehanort’s schemes. With that in mind,” A pause. “I suppose I should thank you.”

Lea blinks, momentarily taken aback. He was expecting a snide comment of some sort, or at least a passive aggressive hint of ill will. Perhaps an open threat even. But a thank you?

“Uh, you’re welcome,” he says, running a gloved hand through his hair before rubbing the back of his neck. Acid green eyes remain wary however– Zexion was always skilled at hiding behind polite words and calculated lies. He’s willing to bet Ienzo is the same. One can never be too careful.

But Ienzo isn’t looking at him anymore. Instead he’s gazing expectantly across the room where Even is pointedly ignoring them both as he organizes the bookshelf. 

Silence descends. Ienzo clears his throat.

“Even? Is there anything you would like to add to the conversation?”

Even takes his time meticulously rearranging the last handful of books before straightening and turning stiffly around. He doesn’t bother glancing at Lea, choosing to glare down his nose at Ienzo instead.

“If you think for one minute that I’m going to thank the traitorous filth who murdered me in cold blood, then you are sadly mistaken.” Turning his back on both of them, Even marches for the door. “While you may have chosen to forgive him, it doesn’t mean I’m obligated to do the same.”

“Hey,” Lea raises his lanky arms in what he hopes is a calming manner, prepared to launch into an explanation in his own defense (it’s isn’t as though he wanted to carry out those orders - he didn’t really have a choice if he was to gain Marluxia’s trust.) But the words die in his throat.

Because there’s a pair of steely blue eyes watching him once more–and suddenly the air feels oppressively thick and suffocating. 

“Oh, I never said anything about forgiveness.”

risingneverfalling  asked:

She turned her eyes to the side, all these emotions inside her raw and biting and uncomfortable. They felt wrong and as though they shouldn't belong to her. ❝ How am I not supposed to feel like I'm not real? ❞ she asked quietly, her eyes turning back to Ramsay. Her words were bitter and held hints of anger, ❝ I didn't ask for this. How do I deal with something I didn't ask for? ❞

If he was going to do this right, he needed to relate to her in
some way. But the odd thing was he sort of already DID relate
in some ways. Particularly that last bit.

❝ You ARE real, my Lady– just as real as anyone else. ❞ He
   moved to close the door carefully behind her.

❝ I’m not certain I fully understand the details of your– circum-
, but I know enough to know that you’re standing before
   me with your own ideas; your own thoughts; your own HATRED
   for what the Doctor did. That already separates you from this
   other woman, does it not? ❞

Ramsay looked down for a short time before giving her a look
of sincerest compassion.
❝ I’m the same as you in some ways.
You don’t have to be what this world WANTS you to be, my Lady–
what it EXPECTS you to be. You can be someone entirely your
own if that’s what you want. ❞

anonymous asked:

How would the bishies propose to their gf? And under what circumstances? Like place, time... Also could this be in text ^^? Here are the bishies : Izaya, Shizuo, Mephisto Pheles, Break/Xerxes, Snake (Kuroshitsuji), Grell, Undertaker, Crowley, Ferid, Shinya. STAY AWESOME OWO

(Thank you! I will~)

Izaya Orihara:

First, Izaya will make you go through a bunch of tests and trials around the city of Ikebukuro, dropping hints for you to go on some sort of treasure hunt. This process will take the whole entire day until you are weary beyond comprehension. Izaya does not show himself yet. You start to get annoyed and pissed off by the final test until you see a tiny, shiny object on a cell-phone you were supposed to find. The ring was engraved inside a dented circle in the middle of the phone. You flip open the phone to see the text: “Marry me ‘___!’” 

Shizuo Heiwajima:

Shizuo is a pretty awkward and traditional guy. However, instead of taking you to a fancy diner, he will bring you to a small cafe in the evening. Having done a lot of research for a month, he decides a cliche approach is most comfortable for him so when you order your dessert after your meal, he slips the ring around a lone cherry on the tart. You were about to eat the cherry first when you saw Shizuo’s panicked face. You were about to ask him what was wrong until you heard a clinking sound and you saw that the ring slid down to touch the fork. His face, flushed red, stood up to go down on one knee beside your chair and asked in a hesitant voice: “’___,’ I know I am not the greatest guy or the greatest lover. I know I am sometimes…violent…okay most of the time. But I promise that I will do my best to make you happy like the way you make me so happy if not more. So…will you please always stay by my side?”

Mephisto Pheles:

First, Mephisto attempted to cook for you one evening, notice how the word ‘attempt’ was used. Not wanting to offend him, you ate all of his food, but felt sick after so you asked to go to the bathroom. When you came back, he asked you to take a walk with him and asked you enigmatic and obscure questions, testing out and observing your reaction. You noticed how strange the questions were like “Would you let me play with your dreams forever.” After a while, you demanded what was going on since he was acting weirder than usual not that he wasn’t weird already until he just flashed a guilty grin and popped up the question casually to your shock and embarrassment. 

Xerxes Break:

This took a lot out of Break because of his past, powers and how he felt like he did not deserve much redemption, but after all that has happened, he still wanted to live and even more, with you. It would be no use brooding over his past self and he wasn’t going to lose you again. Even worse, to some other man because he was being indecisive. So one morning, Break just simply said over tea with a light smile: “’___,’ I think we should get betrothed. I love you. You love me too, right?”


Snaked did not propose to you. You proposed to him. With how slow and unsure this guy is along with his low self-esteem, it was likely he would never brave enough to pop the question so you decided to do him the favor instead. You showed up to the ball Ciel held that the two of you were attending, but separately. Putting on your best appearance, you saw Snake standing near the group of servants looking uncomfortable, but his face broke into an adorable, little smile at the sight of you. You returned it and held up the large poster you spent all of last night on. On the poster, it said: “Snake! Please marry me! I love you!” The red, gaping face that contrasted with his silver hair had been so amusing. 

Grell Sutcliff:

Like Snake, Grell did not propose to you. This lady is waiting for you to ask her to marry you. You knew Grell was finally expecting the question after all this time of dating; and you were going to do just that, but you wanted to surprise her. You did not want Grell to expect so that she could prepare for anything. You wanted to catch her off guard because that was the most fun right? So when Grell did not have her usual getup and was hastily fixing her false eyelash, you popped up from behind her to whisper the sweet and promising words. She stiffened and gave a little yelp from shock. But a second later, you received a nice glomp with loads of kisses and affirmative answers.


As usual, with Undertaker’s quirky habits, he never fails to surprise you. At anything. So one afternoon, you were walking toward’s his work place and saw little slips of paper scattered on the ground. The papers had black skulls on it. You rolled your eyes wondering what your eccentric lover was up to now. You followed the papers that seemed to trail from behind the building. You walked through the opened gate door that led to a little garden you did not know about. It was beautiful and full of greenery. Not a coffin was in sight. On the ivory fence with vines growing all over the place that made it look a pleasant sort of ancient, you could make out the words that was arranged from the vines. “’___,’ please stay by my side forevermore.” From a corner, you saw Undertaker emerge with a small, but hopeful smile on his face. He did not wear his hat and his face and hair was fully exposed. His eyes did not have its usual mockery, but it had a gentle light to it.

Crowley Eusford:

“’___,’ be my bride.” Crowley told you one noon when the both of you were training outside. You looked at him in surprised. “No.” You automatically answered. He whined. “Whyyyy?! I thought you loved me.” You sighed and looked at him. “And I love you too, but that proposal seemed so half-assed, I can’t take it seriously.” You said bluntly. He pouted. It took 20 bouquet of flowers and a month later of pestering until you finally accepted to marry him. 

Ferid Bathory: You always knew Ferid was the unconventional type of person, but this trip just sealed the deal. He asked you to go with him to a certain place and when that certain place turned out to be the ruins when the two of you first fought each other as enemies, you knew he was up to no good. “Let’s have a little spar, ‘___.’ We cannot afford to lose our touch even as lovers. If you win, I will give you a little reward.” What kind of game is he up to now? Was what you thought and reluctantly fought him before you finally got into it. Because Ferid was provoking you of course. You somehow, miraculously won (maybe from sheer luck because you were a human after all) and so when you had Ferid under you, He lifted his face to plant a kiss on your lips. “Well, well, well. Looks like someone gets a reward.” “What’s the reward?” You asked curiously. “You reward is that you get to be my bride.” He answered with a smirk. You slapped him playfully. “Don’t be so full of yourself, sir.” The next day, the two of you were betrothed.

Shinya Hiragi:

He was late again. Shinya had asked you to meet him at a coffee shop after his meeting was over, but he was late. You were fuming in your seat as a waiter walked by and placed a cup of Green Tea Frap on your table. The sound of the bell by the door rung when Shinya came running in looking around for with wild eyes until he saw you and he gave you a guilty look. You crossed your arms staring at him. “Please don’t be mad, ‘___-chan.’ The meeting was more dire than I thought it would be.” “You always say that.” You pointed out. After ordering his drink and taking off his coat, you noticed the easy-going general was more fidgety than usual. “Anything wrong?” You asked and he chuckled while combing his hair with his gloved fingers. “Well…how should I put this-’___,’ I know I can be forgetful, but please don’t think I am not committed. I love you more than anything, and well…here goes nothing. ‘___,’ please marry me. I will protect, cherish and love you for the rest of my life.”