why is it so pink you tell me

Storm In The Room certainly was an emotional roller coaster, but not in the way most of us were expecting. You have to know whenever you see one of the rooms of the temple appear, we’re going to be in for emotional whiplash.

Doubly so for Rose Quart’s room.

The one thing we have a tendency to forget is that the room seems to have one purpose: to show whoever possesses the Rose Quartz gem (aka Steven at this point) whatever it thinks they want. 

The room can only work with the information Steven already knows. Steven knows this. He says it several times. But given the circumstances, it’s easy to become overwhelmed and forget that. And the room? Just keeps on doing what it was designed to do. Steven wants to meet his mom?

Steven gets to meet his mom. 

Steven wants to play games with his mom? Steven gets to play games with his mom.

Steven needs reassurance? He’s told he’s wonderful the way he is and that his mother has been with him the whole time.

And it’s beautiful.

But it’s empty. 

Rose’s room holds no answers for him. It can’t tell him anything he doesn’t already know. The sudden reminder that his mother isn’t actually there is jarring. 

And the room, struggling to keep up with the sudden shift in Steven’s thoughts makes Rose dark, threatening and distant. She doesn’t answer any of Steven questions about Bismuth, Pink Diamond, the rebellion or her plans because the room simply doesn’t have the information to do so with.

Maybe they didn’t matter to you as much as hiding from the mess you made. And that’s why I’m here, isn’t it? Did you make me just so you wouldn’t have to deal with all your mistakes?

Steven is smart. Steven is perceptive. He was born into a situation that no one, let alone a child, should have to deal with. He’s strong, he’s capable, but in so many ways he has no one who truly understands what he’s going through. He’s human and gem, and while this gives him the strengths of both, it also makes him totally unique and new. He has an amazing support system, people who would do anything in this universe to help him. But in some ways he will always be alone. 

He’s never met Rose Quartz, the one individual that was the catalyst for the rebellion and its aftermath. Steven is going from the bedtime story/ fairy tale Rose Quartz presented to him from Greg and the gems to the reality behind the legend- something decisively less fairy tale like. That’s something that happens to a lot of us growing up, but in Steven’s situation it’s so much worse.

He never knew the Rose Quartz everyone idolized, but grew up knowing that everyone expected him to be just like her.  But as he learns more about her, he finds that there was so much more to her. She wasn’t necessarily the kind, generous, wise, strategic genius warrior she was painted as. She lied. She didn’t think things through. She made mistakes. She ran from those mistakes.

Everyone around him expects him to grow up to be just like Rose, and he’s not even sure he likes her. Turning into her is both his dream and his worst nightmare. 

We don’t know all the reasoning behind why Rose decided to become/create Steven. I have no doubt that it was definitely a strategic move on her part. She knew that Steven would be capable of doing things she never could, that in whatever was coming from Homeworld, she herself would not be able to do what was needed to save both Earth and whatever gems would come their way.

But I also have no doubt that it was a labor of love, that she absolutely would want Steven to exist without having to deal with her problems, IF that was possible. Steven had watched the tape his mom made for him, so the room? It knew what Steven needed to be reminded of.

I get it. I know you didn’t want me to deal with your problems. But you’re a part of me now. I have to deal with what you left behind. 

Whether Steven’s creation was a strategic move on Rose’s part or not is a moot point. He’s here and he has to handle the problems she left in her wake. He’s growing up and he needs answers. And as he’s coming to find, those answers aren’t necessarily easy to deal with. 

But, when it comes down it, Steven isn’t alone. Maybe his support system isn’t perfect, but it doesn’t have to be. They love him, they love each other, and they’ll get through this together.

Sometimes what’s let behind isn’t so bad after all. 

bad | 06

he was the cliché bad boy. he was the guy you couldn’t stand. he was the handsome, hot kid who made girls go weak in the knees. he was a brat. you had never liked him one bit, but you had also never gotten involved with anything concerning him. until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Originally posted by jjks

TITLE: bad | 06

MEMBER: jeon jungkook x reader (ft. kim taehyung)

GENRE: future smut, romance, fluff, angst(?), badboy!au

WORDS: 5 125

WARNINGS: mature themes, language

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A/N: here IT IS! for all you children who are waiting for smut, do not worry, I know. just be patient ;) remember, everything happens for a reason. don’t kill me for this.

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 KAI PARKER X READER (SMUT!!!)

HUNGRY

Desc: Reader is a newly turned vampire struggling to control their hunger and heightened feelings for Kai.

Blood sharing & smut included

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“I’m so hungry,” you growled softly, a network of veins crawling to life beneath your eyes. Your whole body ached with a hunger only blood could satisfy, your fangs piercing lightly into your dry tongue. 

You stood in the forest, surrounded by bright green trees, your boots sinking into the rich soil beneath your feet. It smelt of pines and fresh air, but all your mind could do was spin with the urge to feed. Rays of feeble sunlight trickled from the dark clouds that hung low in the grey sky. You tried to be good because you didn’t want to hurt anyone, but you were a newly turned vampire, and animal blood only soothed your cravings slightly. You’d promised everyone you had everything under control, and they’d all bought it. Everyone except-

You heard the whoosh of somebody appearing behind you, and turned to face a cocky looking Kai.

“You can always try the human diet,” he offered. “Running away from me won’t make you any less hungry.”

His lips twitched slightly, forming his familiar & smug smirk. His blue eyes glimmered, his defined cheeks rosy, brown locks smoothed perfectly atop his head. He was stunning, yes, but…

“Kai, you hurt people, and I can’t do that,” you replied firmly. 

“Oh don’t play so innocent,” Kai teased. “I know you’re not the perfect girl you pretend to be.”

You felt your heart miss a beat momentarily, and you swallowed the lump in your throat with a little shake of your head.

“Leave me alone, Malachai.”

“But you’re so much fun, princess,” he smiled, licking over his pink lips.

You rolled your eyes and turned away, waiting for Kai to leave.

“Look, I know why you might not trust me,” he started softly, with genuine concern.

Your eyes fluttered closed, while you tried to block out the sound of his voice.

“But I promise you I can help you through this. I won’t tell anyone that you’d been lying to them, (Y/N). Just, please…let me be the good guy for once.”

You took in a deep breath, the veins under your eyes fading momentarily. 

“You don’t get to be the good guy, Kai. Because you’re not a good guy,” you hissed under your breath, refusing to look at him.

In a second, you were thrown backwards, your back thudding roughly against the sharp bark of the tree behind you. You yelped out, Kai pinning you firmly in place, his aroma overwhelming you, his eyes dark with anger.

“You know what, you’re right,” he breathed over, his voice low. “I’m not good, but neither are you. And don’t give me any of your bullshit, because I know the girl you are, the one you’re scared to show to anyone else. You’re a vampire now, and vampires kill. And as much as you might deny it, I know your pretty little mouth wants to be engulfed with the flavor of warm blood, and with your emotions heightened, you must be dying to try all the dirty little things you’ve never tried before,” he purred huskily.

Your chest rose heavily, eyes flickering over Kai’s annoyingly perfect features. It was impossible to think straight with his chest pressed so hard into you.

“You’re wrong,” you lied.

“Awh, really?” Kai murmured, his blue eyes drinking you up. “So if I did this,” he said, trailing his slender fingers between your thighs, “you’d feel nothing?” 

It was insane how much electricity you could feel through just the whisper of his fingertips, and how you noticed each individual goosebump arising under his touch.

“N-no,” you stammered, with little result.

“And this?” Kai hummed, his hands firm on your waist as he brought his lips gently to your neck. His mouth grazed over your skin, tongue gently swiping over your exposed flesh. Something inside of you stirred, and you involuntarily released a quiet moan.

Kai stopped, squeezing your hips lightly, his lips coming to your earlobe.

“That’s what I thought,” he whispered.

He released you at once, his blue eyes alight with lust. Without a word, he moved to leave you, his point proven. You vamp sped up to Kai, grabbing his wrists from behind, and slamming his body straight into an oak tree before he could react. His back hit the tree trunk hard, but he wasn’t phased at all, the look in his eyes knowing. Your hands trembled slightly, strands of your tangled hair toppling across your eyes. You stared at the malicious bad boy, feeling stupid for the way he made you crumble so easily. You bent forward, touching your forehead to his, eyes locking with his blazing blue ones. You breathed in Kai’s overpowering scent, dark veins crawling across your face as you inhaled. Your heart thrummed loudly, the only thing you could focus on being Kai’s fresh warm blood.

“Do it, (Y/N),” he dared, as if reading your thoughts. Kai raised a wrist to your parched lips, and your fangs sprung back out at once. “You know you want to.”

Without a second thought, you seized Kai’s wrist, bringing it straight up to your hungry mouth. Your fangs sunk deep into his flesh, and the taste of him instantly flooded through your lips. Both your hands came up to pin his arm harder into you, and you groaned in pleasure, your hands trembling from the need for more.

Kai brought his right hand up, and pushed your head gently into the crook of his neck, where he held you gently. You could feel his cool rings against you as he brushed his fingers through your locks gently, cooing, “that’s right, sweetheart, keep going.”  

You nuzzled into him, the taste of his blood like a drug, the hunger inside you somehow only growing, not yet satisfied. Kai’s mouth hung open, and he let out a soft moan, the sight of your fragile form in his arms too much for him. His eyes grew dark with hunger, veins crackling beneath them. You whimpered against Kai’s wrist before releasing him, your eyes black, his blood leaving a red mess all over your mouth. Kai looked over you with adoration, a lopsided smile on his lips.

“Are you hungry?” you asked him when you saw his eyes.

“Not for blood,” he grinned, his tongue flicking over his fangs.

Kai seized you by the waist and flipped you onto the leaf strewn forest floor, so you grabbed his ankles, throwing him down beside you with a laugh. You whooshed onto his chest, straddling his body and bending over his lips to kiss him before he could react. He responded at once, hands flying up to grab your ass, tongue sliding into your mouth and fighting for dominance with yours. Kai sucked the excess blood from your mouth, a growl emanating from his throat as his lips worked with more force. His faint stubble brushed over your skin, and he squeezed your backside roughly as his lips molded perfectly against your own. You could feel Kai’s large bulge growing beneath you, and your hands instantly reached for his belt buckle. You tossed Kai’s pants off, and then literally ripped his shirt from his chest, your mouth peeling from his to dive into his rippled front. You trailed your tongue down across Kai’s chest before leaving sloppy kisses all over him, brushing your fingertips teasingly across his boxer line. Aggravated by your control over him, Kai flipped you onto your back, peeling off your own clothes, his breath heavy as he delved into your breasts. His name toppled softly off your lips, your head rolling back as he squeezed, sucked, and bit at your flesh. His lips attached around your nipple, and your hands went sliding into his hair as you held him there. The knot in your stomach grew tighter, the wetness between your legs increasing with every second. Every little thing he did to you was filled with so much more intensity as a vampire, and it felt good. Kai removed his mouth, leaving little kisses all down your belly and to your underwear. He hooked his teeth around the lace, removing the fabric easily before taking off his own boxers. Your eyes drifted down to his length, your eyes widening, the lump in your throat growing. Kai caught you staring, and did another one of his smug smirk’s. 

“Ohhh,” Kai sighed, two of his fingers rubbing circles gently against your clit. “I’ve wanted to fuck you senseless from the moment I laid my eyes on you.”

You trembled slightly, eyes flickering over Kai’s sculpted features, “so do it.” 

Kai’s eyes flickered back to your face, and he chuckled with delight. “And I bet you’ve wanted that too,” he purred.

“Please Kai,” you begged with impatience. “Just-”

“Just what, babygirl?”

“Just fuck me,” you pleaded, mouth watering at the sight of him.

Kai smirked, looking pleased, “I’ve broken you, haven’t I? Why haven’t you shown me this side of you before?” he asked seriously.

You closed your eyes, “I-Kai…”

“Tell me,” he whispered.

“I’ve been dead for three weeks now, and your somehow the only one who made me feel alive. I didn’t want to let those darkest parts of me feel for you, but I just…can’t,” your voice cracked at the end. “I need you so much, Malachai Parker.”

He looked you over, his eyes softening with adoration. And then, slowly, he gave you what you wanted. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he entered you, his length stretching you wide open. Kai’s hands moved to your hips as he began to mercilessly slam his hips into you over and over again. You cried out in pleasure, a layer of sweat gathering on your forehead. 

“You’re-so-” Kai panted, “tight for me.”

Just the sight of him and sound of his voice was enough for you to want to go over the edge. Kai dragged out the next thrust, pushing into you at an excruciatingly slow pace, his mouth hanging open as he groaned your name.

“More,” you begged.

Kai moved one of his hands to your clit, rubbing vigorously as he began to quicken his pace again, finding your spot in no time. Your hands flew to his back, nails dragging across his flesh as you bounced harshly beneath him. Your breathing got heavier, body convulsing as your screams hit a high, your words ragged.

“FUCK,” Kai groaned, his head falling forward as he gave a sloppy final push, his come instantly emptying into you and filling you up to the brim. Your juices mixed with his, your body still shaking. Kai moaned and pulled out, diving into you at once to clean up the mess. His tongue gave little kitten licks to your heat, his head burrowed between your open legs. Kai dipped his tongue gently once into your folds before releasing you, his chest heaving. He flipped over onto his back, his arms sliding under your body and pulling you close into his chest. You curled up against him, arm dipping under his protective hold as you listened to the strum of his heartbeat. Kai mindlessly started playing with your hair again, his eyes always on you.

“You probably think I’m weak for giving into you so easily,” you said after a long silence.

Kai’s eyes crinkled sadly at this. “No, (Y/N), you’re strong, and that’s why I admire you. You spent so long avoiding me because if we ever got even a little close, it would mean that somewhere inside of you, a part of you felt something for a monster like me.”

“What does it mean that my weakness is you?” you asked softly.

“I don’t know,” he said. “What does it mean that a ‘psychopath’s’ weakness is you?”

Missing Person (Jughead One-Shot)

Summary: Part one of a Jughead series I’m writing.

Part one: Archie and Veronica talk about old days

Word count: 796

Requested? No

Prompts: None

A/n: I will be taking requests for Jughead as of now.


Originally posted by dailycwriverdale

Archie and Veronica walked side by side, each step another second of the present wasted on focusing on the past. They spoke of simpler times when your school year was designated by a number rather than a name. Archie shared a story of his younger days with Betty which soon ended in a comfortable silence, followed by Veronica’s query.

“What about him?” She asked gesturing down the road to a beanied author walking away from hanging a missing person’s poster on poles and mailboxes. “Doesn’t he fit in to your tales?”

Originally posted by dylanobrienbaby

Archie was hesitant. “Yeah, we were friends.”

“What about her?” she asked gesturing to the person in the photo. “I’ve seen the posters around town. I thought this place was a quiet one but so far there’s been a dead body and a missing person.”

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Don’t Say Anything (part 9)

Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

A/N: I think this fic is coming to an enddddddd. Also how have you been? Are you well rested? How was your day? How’s school going? How’s your job? I care about you guys, man.


Steve breathed in, opening his eyes and looking at his - very stupid - best friend. He tried very calmly to process all of the information Bucky had just thrown at him all at once.

“So let me get this straight,” he spoke in a soft tone. “You’re dating Natasha at the moment.” Bucky nods. “And all of a sudden you like Y/N?”

Bucky let out a deep sigh. “When you say it like that, it sounds bad. ‘All of a sudden’.” he mocked.

“I’m just trying to understand how one minute you’re happy with Nat and the next you want to be with Y/N.”

“It wasn’t like that.” Steve gave his friend a confused look, causing the brunette to continue. “I think it was a long time coming. At one point in time I had a small crush on Y/N but never did anything about it. I thought she just saw me as her friend so I pushed aside my feelings for her. I didn’t want to lose the friendship I had with her. Then Nat came around and she made me forget about my feelings for Y/N, even if it was only for a few hours.”

“So you’re using Natasha.” Steve stated.

“Don’t say it like that!” Bucky hissed, shoving Steve’s shoulder. “But yeah, I guess I am. I never really got over Y/N. The feelings I have for her just lingered in the back of my mind and I tried my best to distract myself from them.”

“Bucky.” Steve groaned. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why string Natasha along all this time! What has she done to deserve this?”

Bucky sighed. “I forced myself to believe that I liked her in that way. She’s a great person and not gonna lie, the make out sessions were amazing. And don’t get me started on the-”

Steve cleared his throat, bringing his best friend back to reality. Bucky muttered an apology and ran his fingers through his hair.

“You have to sort this shit out, Bucky.” he sighed. “What are you gonna do?”

“I have to talk to Nat first, tell her I’m sorry for everything. I hope I didn’t ruin her friendship with Y/N.” the super soldier responds.

“You royally fucked up my friend.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Yeah thanks for reminding me.”

Bucky thinks back to all the times he’s hung out with you. How much he loved watching movies with you because no matter what, your fingers would always find their way to his hair. He loved calling you baby doll, seeing your cheeks tint pink and holding back a grin but ultimately failing at doing so.

There was a reason he always reminded you of how beautiful you looked because to him, you looked beautiful all the time. In his head, he knew no one could take you from him. He knew he couldn’t be replaced and he knew you couldn’t be replaced - by anyone.

So why had he tried replacing you with Natasha?

Too much thinking made his brain hurt and he let out a whimper. “Tell me how bad I’ve messed up again.”

“You’ve messed up so bad, Nat might cut your balls off and hang them on her wall.” Steve wasted no time. It’s like he was waiting for this moment to come because there was absolutely no hesitation. “You’ve messed up so bad that Y/N might reject you because you hurt her best friend.” Bucky huffed. “You’ve messed up so bad that-”

“Alright, alright, I get it you asshole.” Bucky barked, throwing a pillow Steve’s way. It hit his face and fell onto his lap.

“So you choose Y/N?” Steve questioned to confirm.

“Yeah.” he nods. “I hate to say it but Nat was just a distraction.”

“How long was it going on before you told us?”

“A year.”

“Bucky!”

“It wasn’t even serious, Steve!” Bucky held his hands up to protect himself from the pillow being thrown at him. “What we had was a fling. All we would do was talk and fuck. That’s it. We didn’t actually start dating until the night we told all of you. We talked about it a couple of hours before dinner.”

“That doesn’t make it okay!”

“I know, I know.” he stands up. “I have to go find Nat and talk to her.”

But before Bucky could walk away, Steve grabbed his arm. “Now might not be the best time to talk to her. She’s in Y/N’s room with her and Wanda. They’re having ‘girl time’. Whatever that means.”

“How do you know that?”

“I bumped into them, taking cookies and other things into the room but before I could ask what they were doing, Wanda said they’re having girl time and not to bother them for the rest of the day.”

Bucky sat down slowly. You and Natasha were going to be in a room. Together. It had only been three days since Nat accused Bucky of liking Y/N and after many, many talks with his friends (much like the one he just had with Steve), Bucky finally figured out his feelings. For both Natasha and Y/N.

He hoped Nat didn’t say anything about their little argument to Y/N. He wanted to talk to her first. Bucky sat back on the couch and looked over at his friend.

“Why does the universe hate me?”


“We haven’t done this in so long.” Natasha sighed as the three of you sat in your room. Nat was painting Wanda’s toes and you were laying down beside them, flipping through a magazine.

“Yeah..” you hummed. You weren’t about to tell her that the reason you’ve been distancing yourself from her was because you were madly in love with her boyfriend and that seeing them together felt like someone was stabbing you directly in the heart with ten knives all at once.

“How’d you detach Pietro from Y/N?” Nat asks Wanda who was munching on a cookie.

“I told Sam to occupy him for the day.” she replied.

“It couldn’t have been that easy. This is Sam we’re talking bout.”

“I have to do his laundry for two weeks.”

You snort as you flip the page. “That’s the Sam I know and love.”

“Speaking of love..” Nat trails off, sitting up and looking at you. “What’s the update with the guy you’re madly in love with?”

You take a bite of your animal cookie, not looking at Natasha as you flipped another page. “There is no update.”

“What do you mean there’s not an update?”

“I mean there’s not an update. He has a girlfriend so there’s no point in pining after him.” you calmly respond.

“So? Y/N you’ve been in love with this guy for years. Break them up and get with him.” she says as if it’s the most obvious thing to do.

You look over at Wanda and give her a look, basically pleading her to change the subject. She understands you immediately.

“I love the color, Nat. What is it?” Wanda spoke as she wiggled her toes.

“It’s called Miss Behave.” the red head winked, causing Wanda to laugh.

“Well I love it. It’s really pretty.” she brings her hand up to her face. “Maybe you could paint my nails to match my toes.”

You let out a sigh of relief as Natasha agrees to paint her nails. You wait a few seconds before relaxing and trading out your magazine for another one.

You silently thank Wanda when Nat starts speaking again. “How about this: you tell me who this guy is an I’ll talk to him. I just wanna talk.”

“No.”

“It’s just a talk, Y/N. I won’t even bring my gun.”

“No, Natasha.”

“This guy broke your big heart, let me avenge it.”

You started to get irritated and you got up, placing the magazine on your nightstand. Stay calm, Y/N. Just. Stay. Calm.

Wanda notices the look on your face and licks her lips. “Uh.. Hey Nat have you seen the new episode of Law & Order? It’s absolutely crazy!”

“Not now, Wanda.” she turns her attention back to you. “You’re obviously not over this guy, Y/N.”

You whip around. “So what if I’m not? It’s just a little crush. It’ll bypass in no time.”

“Guys..” Wanda’s voice gave off a warning tone.

“It’s been five years.” Natasha reminds you and you clench your fists. Stay calm and don’t cry.

“So?”

“So this isn’t ‘just a little crush’. You’re in love with this dude!”

“Natasha, just drop it.” Wanda says in a soft tone. She knew where this was headed and she tried shutting it down.

The red head looks over at the brunette and glared at her. “No, I’m not going to just drop it. Y/N’s wasted five years on this asshole, Wanda. We’re her best friends. We need to teach that douchebag a lesson.”

“She’s right, just drop it. Nothing will change.” you spoke, trying so hard not to break down. You were afraid that if she continued to push the subject, you’d tell her everything. You didn’t want to break her heart; to betray her. What kind of person likes their best friends boyfriend? How fucked up is that? She couldn’t find out.

“Just tell me who he is!” Natasha was beginning to get frustrated. After all, she just wanted to make the guy pay for hurting her best friend.

“No!” you shout. Don’t cry, don’t cry. Fuck! Your eyes fill with tears and when you blink, they roll down your cheeks, staining them.

“Nat she’s crying, just leave it be.” Wanda grips Natasha’s forearm but she yanks it away, not listening to her.

“Why won’t you tell me who he is!? It’s fucking simple Y/N!” her arms are waving all over the place and her face is as red as her hair from yelling. “You know about me and Bucky so why can’t I know who this dude is!?”

“Stop pressuring her!”

Your tears blurred your vision so all you could see was a red blob and you sobbed loudly before shouting; “Because it’s Bucky!”


A/N: ohhhh noooo oh my gawd. Tell me what ya think!

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What I Can’t Give You

Request: I was wondering if you could do a Bucky x reader where Bucky notices that she gets upset whenever anyone mentions babies when she used to love the topic before and he finds out that she was recently diagnosed with infertility? If it’s too complicated or you don’t feel comfortable writing it, I understand! Thank you either way! ❤ - @blazeshira

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1492

Warnings: Talk of infertility, brief mention of sexual activity, it’s angsty and fluffy? 

A/N: Hello! I know this isn’t exactly the exact same as the request, but it was what I was able to create, so I hope it’s alright!! xo

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Im on my phone right now and can’t post the link, but this is inspired by one of @voltron-messenger‘s post. Thank you so much for letting me write this and I hope you’ll  it! <3


You and i both know i’d PAY $100 to kiss Lance


Lance blinked in surprise at the message, not really understanding the words he was looking at. Was this…? Did he really…?

He looked once again at the contact name at the top of the screen and… yup, it was Keith, okay? It was really Keith who sent Lance this text.
Well, Lance was using Pidge’s phone right now and Keith didn’t know, which means that he thought that Pidge was the one who asked him if he’d kiss Lance for a hundred dollars.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I really like your blog! And I request if that's okay! Can you write the reactions that the RFA would have when they see that MC doesn't have a limbs. And mc never told them because "you guys never asked". Thank you!!

I’m not too sure what you mean by “doesn’t have a limbs” (any limbs? a limb?) so I’m just going to go with amputee MC who’s missing an arm ^^; Note: MC’s prosthetic is smth like Kaitlyn Dobrow’s if you’re wondering. Her channel is rad as heck so check iT OUT

Yoosung

The moment he set eyes on you, he tears up and you’re like “??!!??”

“I didn’t know… But it’s okay!!! I think you’re still really pretty. And your arm looks cool…” A sniffle, then: “Did you not tell us because… you felt self-conscious…?” 

In truth, he usually feels pretty damn insecure about himself after hanging around wealthy, talented and attractive people all day. His insecurities suddenly looks super small compared to what you must have to deal with, though. So he prepares this entire speech inside his head and you’re like:

“Oh it just didn’t occur to me to tell you guys. You never asked haha.” And goes on smiling, radiating confidence and beauty and grace and boi he’s smi t t en. He goes on crying, the speech turning into some babble about his fears and how he admires your ability to go through life being chill af. You hug him lots tbh pls hug him lots he trie s  hi s  b est

Jaehee

She doesn’t comment on it at first, trying to Play It Cool. But you can tell she has questions and often acts awkwardly because she isn’t sure how to approach it. So you casually bring it up in a joking manner.

“Can you open the jam jar for me? Metal hands sucks at lids.” 

She rushes over immediately and the moment the jar lid pops open, the questions comes flowing. “Does it hurt? What happened? If you don’t mind me asking!! You don’t have to reply, of course… Is it alright if I hug you like this? How about like this? Does it get in the way when I do this?” Jaehee pls how are you gonna reply if she doesn’t stop talki n g

She listens to your answers with no judgement, only curiosity. Her eyes lights up with love and adoration with every passing moment as she grows to understand you more. There’s still some sadness in her though, wishing that she could do more for you even after you reassures her that you are mostly content with how things are. 

ZEN

He smiles naturally when he greets you and treats you like a princess. Sweet words and pet names flow like honey from his lips and you soak it all up. For the first time, you feel truly precious, though you do wonder if he’s only so calm because he’s an actor.

The first comment he makes on your arm is: “Can I sign my name on it?”

It’s followed by a bit of flustered rambling. “Y’know, like, with a sharpie? When I had a cast on my leg a lot of people wanted to sign it— of course, I’m not saying that it’s the same thing I just… Is this a dumb question?” You manage to assure him that he’s fine, and laughed. A lot. Poor boy doesn’t know what to do with himself. You ask him why he doesn’t seem surprised with your arm even though you forgot to tell everyone and he blushed.

“It’s not that… I am surprised. And I want to ask you a lot of questions but I don’t want it to get in the way of our first meeting, you know? I wanted this to be perfect.” 

Jumin

He does know quite a lot about disabilities, given that his best friend is currently blind and he has had experience with customers/clients/employees who are disabled before. So there isn’t any awkwardness when you two meet, and you soon realise that his protectiveness has nothing to do with your missing arm.

“Jumin, It’s fine. I’m safe. I’ll call you as soon as I get home, alright?” It’s only then that he glances at your prosthetic.

“Alright. However, I do wish you’d wear the dress for the party. You’d look stunning in it. And…” He pulls out a box, opens it and presents it to you. In it is an arm that ooks like it has been meticulously designed by a team of artists, not a hospital. A piece of royalty— emerald green highlighted by gold, carved into the shape of a shoulder guard that looks like it should belong to a medieval armour. And, you’d later find, it fits you perfectly.

“I contacted your doctor for guidance.” He says with a light shrug, cheeks dusted a light pink. He luvs u lots

707/Saeyoung

O boi he does n o t get a nice reveal.

You have been using one of your more realistic prosthetics so he never noticed from the cameras. And he mostly stays out of your medical documents out of respect for your privacy, only paying attention to your criminal records and schooling when doing your background check. His reveal comes midway through your scuffle with Unknown— a sharp yank and a faulty clasp results in your arm literally ripping off your body.

You’ve never seen someone so shocked and genuinely horrified before.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He jumps straight to the point after the danger has passed and you could see leftover panic shaking his entire frame. Your reason dies in your throat— you’ve honestly just forgotten and scared him half to death because of it. Tears started to fall from under his glasses, thoughts racing faster than his heartbeat of what he could’ve and should’ve done, but never did to ensure your safety. “Do you know how much danger you were in? If he had known before I did, he could have taken advantage of that. He c-could have taken you.

“I—… I’m so sorry.” o no ur crying too :c

He halts in his pacing, stuttering breaths calming down as he looks at you. No, the only one to blame is him and his incompetence. “I’m sorry I—” He wilts. “I shouldn’t have yelled. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

riverdalewritings  asked:

Number 44 with Jughead and reader!

FOOTBALL GAME? IS that the one where they hit the big, orange ball with the bat?” Your boyfriend is a mass of sharp angles and jutting bones atop your floral-patterned bedding. From the outsider’s vantage, one would say he emanates an air of discomfort—beanie still crowning his head, ragged leather jacket blanketing his shoulders, even his feet remain tucked inside his worn boots—but, to your knowledge, this is his highest state of relaxation. Iron rods have materialized from a decade and a half of misery, guarding his gelid heart, and shielding him from curious outsiders. He says there’s something special about you; you think that’s how you managed to slip through the gates.

“You’re funny.”

“You’re cute.” The reflection of a boy in your vanity mirror winks. Involuntarily do your lips ascend into a pillowy crescent. “But seriously, it’s not my scene.” And then aforementioned lips descend.

Steely optics seek out his tangible form, goading you into pivoting on the balls of your feet. “What does that mean?”

His brows graze his hairline in a terse, first meeting. “It’s not my scene? It’s not my thing? I don’t do school events?” The questionable lilt that punctuates every last statement plucks on your frangible nerves. Of course Jughead doesn’t like school events, one glimpse of him is all the confirmation necessary, but he does like you, and you like school events—a message you attempt to convey with your facial ticks.

He isn’t comprehending.

“O-kay? And I don’t do Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys, but do I not sit with you at Pop’s every night, going through evidence I don’t give a damn about to help you write your novel?” Baby pink nails cut into a curling palm, and—

—Oh, he’s getting it now.

Jughead tucks pallid digits underneath his cap, massaging the skin usually hidden underneath. “That’s different, Y/N.”

“How so?” you persist.

“Uh, I dunno, ‘cause my shit actually has a purpose?”

It’s not raining, but the cold seeps into your uniform and laces through your bones.

“As opposed to cheerleading, right? That’s what you’re trying to say? The River Vixens’ only purpose is to raise tents in pants?”

“Well, I wouldn’t call that a purpose since it’s a considerably easy feat,” he murmurs through clenched teeth and stiffened jaw. Your spine straightens—an aftershock of, well, shock. You’d find it comedic how his gaze enlarges, his sardonic bite and exactly who was being subjected to it dawning on his cognition, if anger wasn’t coiling around the mass of your stomach. Jughead displays both palms in a bid of surrender. “That came out wrong.”

“There’s a right way for something like that to come out?”

“Y/N.”

Now, you lift a hand. Your boyfriend’s focal point snags on the half-moon indents that desecrate your palm. “No. No.” The wear and tear of six months spent with a boy who isn’t as immersed in your interests as you his finally laps over you. He can’t attend one game, not one for you. “I’m good at cheer. I’m really good.”

The raven-locked boy lopes long legs over the edge of the bed, sitting from his previous lackadaisical position. “I know that.”

“How could you? From mandatory pep rallies? You bring your laptop to those, Jughead.”

He doesn’t disregard this fact, opting to offer a soft “I stop typing when you perform.” He thinks it’s a compromise; you think it’s a cop out.

You swing (literally, swing) into action and your bedroom’s threshold is the end-goal. Jughead tosses himself off the mattress, thrusting himself in front of your mobile form and nearly skittering into the doorframe. Dexterous digits curl around your shoulders, though you think the gesture’s done more for his balance than to immobilize you.

“I’m shit with words,” he begins.

“No, you’re great with words.” Thin lips quirk, and you wish he wasn’t so damn cute. “You’re just a shit boyfriend.” You utilize the loosening of his grip to your advantage, shrugging his hands and his touch and him away from you. “Look, I don’t wanna look like a fool anymore than you do. So here’s your chance, Jug, tell me. Tell me you’re not interested in me anymore. Tell me the reason why I’m giving you my all and you’re giving me half is because you’re sick of me. Tell me, Jughead. Be honest with yourself, be honest with me!”

A beat of silence.

And then two.

“Not interested in you anymore?” he half-echoes, half-sputters. Incredulity paints his sharp features. From knitted brows above cerulean irises down to slightly agape pink pout, Jughead’s disbelief is like a grass stain on white shorts. Unbelievably stubborn and not going anywhere. “Y/N, I am so interested in you it’s sickening. Literally. You make my stomach hurt.” (You hate that a chuckle rumbles from your chest. Jughead grins.) “Honestly, I thought you were into the whole Jason Blossom mystery thing. You love Criminal Minds.”

“It’s not scary when it’s on TV.”

He visibly softens at this, back winding into its comfortable slouch. “No, it’s not. And I’m sorry I never asked you how you felt.”

So you’re not sick of me?

Your gaze follows the swing of his head. “I am the farthest thing from sick of you. You make me sick” —Jughead catches your hand before it could make playful contact with his shoulder “—but I’m not sick of you, no.” He swipes his thumb across the skin pulled taunt against your knuckles. “If anything, I’m a little in love with you.”

This confession, subtle but heavy, sinks its claws into your disposition, altering your expression sans consent. You aren’t aware you’re wearing your perturbation as well as you are your uniform until Jughead says:

“Gee, baby, I hope that’s your ‘I love you, too’ face.”

So he did say the l-word.

“No. No, of course, I just–I never thought you would say it first. Is that–? That’s the first time you’ve said I love you.”

“Yeah, and it doesn’t mean shit unless I start showing you. So from now on whatever you’re into, I’m into. You like cheer, I like cheer. You like watching bad Netflix movies at 2 in the morning, so do I. You like Reggie Mantle, I–well, I don’t have to like everything you like, do I?” The tip of his nose crinkles in jocular distaste. Your own laugh of euphoria rings in your ears.

“Juggie, you mushball.”

What the Hell is a Stiles?

Sterek, T, 2K, Blind Date AU


Saw the prompt from this post that someone reblogged. (Take a look at the list, there are so many good ideas!)

Our mutual friend set us up on a blind date and I thought I’d hate it but you’re actually… kind of funny? But because I expected to hate it in no way am I going to let you change my mind just because you’re gorgeous and funny and intelligent oh no my friend is not winning this


“No,” Derek says easily, without even looking up from his book. Erica groans and flops into the chair opposite him, nearly upsetting his mug of hot chocolate.

“Seriously?” she says, bracing both elbows on the table and leaning toward him. “At least hear me out.”

“Nope.”

“He’s cute, Der! I think you’d really like him.”

“Absolutely not. You have a terrible track record with set-ups.”

Erica has the decency to wince, at least, and drop her gaze from Derek’s. “But you’re a catch, Der, and you deserve someone who can make you happy. And since you don’t want to date me—”

“You don’t want to date me, either,” he reminds her, but she just rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, whatever. But seriously. You’re great.”

“I thought I was grumpy and terrible with people?” he asks, parroting her words from after the last failed date, and she huffs.

“Please?” she wheedles, poking her lower lips out a bit. “For me. If it goes badly, I’ll never try to set you up again.”

Derek sighs. Fuck.

His facial expressions must be more transparent than he thinks because Erica’s eyes light up. “Oh my god, you’re gonna say yes.”

Derek scowls at her. “Just coffee,” he says firmly. At least that way, he can get it in a to-go cup and make a neat escape after five minutes if he needs to. “No dinner, no movie, no activities.”

“Fine,” she says quickly, digging in her jeans pocket for her phone. “You got it.”

“This is not gonna end well,” he warns her, but she just waves her hand without looking up from her phone.

“Have some faith, Der,” she says, patting him on the hand absently while she pushes her chair back and stands up. “I can’t wait to tell Stiles.”

Derek blinks, watching Erica walk away. 

“Wait, what the hell is a Stiles?” he calls after her.

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General Min || Part 1

Originally posted by bedaevil

Genre: Fluff | Slight angst | Army General!Yoongi

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word count: 3362

Warnings: None ^_^


(A/N: F i n a l l y finished it, omg ^_^ And yes, there will be a part 2 to this one, there’s still more of the story left ^_^ Inspired by the drama ‘Descendants of the Sun’, but you don’t have to have watched it to understand ^_^ ((Also this continues where the ‘Doctor Kim’ scenario left off! Please leave me feedback guys, I really want to know what you think! ^_^)

Urk = Fictional country ^_^


You sat at your computer, fingers breezing over the keys as you typed up some patient reports, when Seokjin poked his head through your doorway, followed by his girlfriend, a questioning look apparent on his face. Spinning around in your chair, you looked at him expectantly, a small smile on your face.

“Can I help you, Jin?” You asked, raising one eyebrow in a perfect arch, professional smile still etched onto your lips as you observed his expression.

“A man is asking if a teenage boy was admitted to the hospital today?” Jin finally spoke up, his broad shoulder leaned against the doorway, and you sighed, setting down your work, pushing a few strands of your hair out of your face.

“You might need to be more specific, Jin, do you know how many patients we get a day?” You tutted at him, rolling your eyes, and yet attempting to suppress a laugh at his dumbfounded expression, his girlfriend muffling her laughter, winking as she made eye contact with you.

Clearing your throat, still attempting to suppress the laughter bubbling up through your chest, you glared at Seokjin expectantly, and he threw his arms up in slight annoyance, only causing his girlfriend to giggle even more.

“All he said was, ‘Has a teenage boy, about this tall, injured, been admitted to this hospital today?’” Seokjin shrugged, unsure what to do about the situation.

“Jin,” you sighed, massaging your forehead in frustration. “I mean, I can try my best with the limited information you’ve given me, but there’s no promises.” You were about to turn back to your work, and yet realisation hit you, and you remained fixated in position, staring at Jin once again. “Who’s asking anyways?”

Seokjin simply shrugged once again, exchanging glances with his girlfriend, before the two of them stared at you expectantly, their eyebrows raised.

“Okay, okay, I’m on it, geez,” you muttered, pushing your paperwork aside and striding towards the door, snaking past Jin, but not before mumbling, “It’s scary how in sync the two of you are,” only causing them to shake their heads with a smile before following close behind you into the hospital reception. You nodded at the bustling receptionists answering calls as they gave you a small smile and wave, and you stopped in the centre. Your arms were crossed, your foot tapping expectantly as you glanced around, only to notice a blonde-haired man scrolling on his phone nonchalantly, his frame leaned against the wall, hood up over his head.

“That’s the guy,” Jin said from beside you, pointing at the very man you had been glancing at. You narrowed your eyes, your suspicions immediately rising, and your mind began racing, assuming all sorts of worst case scenarios. You mentally berated yourself, resuming your professional attitude and walking towards the man, who looked up from his phone, a lazy smile settling on his face.

“Hello, I heard you were looking for… a teenage boy who was admitted to the hospital today? As my co-worker told me,” you inquired, glancing over at Seokjin once again. “Who are you looking for specifically?” You crossed your arms, tilting your head to the side in a curious expression, and the man straightened up, pulling down his hood and running his hair through his blonde locks, a lazy smile settling on his face.

“Yeah,” the man finally spoke, his eyes gazing back at yours with a strangely curious expression, and you found yourself wondering just who this man was. He pushed himself up off the wall, self-consciously straightening up his hooded jumper under your watchful gaze, before saying, “As strange as this is going to sound, that kid stole my phone, and I’m going to need it back. Like now.”

Your eyebrows shot up in immediate suspicion, and you narrowed your eyes at the man, your senses once again on high alert. “I could’ve sworn I saw you on your phone just earlier, Mr…?” You asked, exhaling in frustration as you realised you still had patients to tend to, paperwork to sign, and an endless list of tasks you had yet to complete.

“Yoongi, call me Yoongi, and this is my work phone, he stole my personal one,” the blonde head responded, and as he looked down at his watch - Rolex, you noted - he seemed to grow more impatient by the minute.

You stared at Yoongi  in disbelief, throwing your hands in defeat, and beckoning to him to follow you. You strutted off quickly, the sound of your heels resonating through the room, and Yoongi followed behind in slight amusement, his head tilting to the side as he admired how your hair bounced on your shoulders, your head held high in a professional manner, your white coat swaying as you walked.

Pushing through a set of doors, you led Yoongi through a number of patient rooms, your pace quick, but his nonchalant and more of a leisurely stroll, causing you to grow more frustrated by how he peered into different rooms at his own pace. You didn’t have time for this. You had work to get to. And yet this strange man was strolling through, shooting you curious glances every now and then.

You spun around suddenly, expecting to take him by surprise, but he stood his ground, his expression simply amused more than anything.

“Were you trying to seem intimidating, Miss… (Y/N)?” He read off your name badge, a small smirk gracing his lips. “That won’t work on me, I’m used to… surprise attacks you could say.” He chuckled as you huffed, clearing your throat, and yet his words hung in the back of your head. Surprise attacks? Who was this man? Your suspicions from earlier began to rise again, and you glared at him, asking, “Would you be able to identify the boy? Seeing as you provided me with such limited information…”

“If I saw him, yeah,” he responded, still glancing around the building, and you massaged your forehead in frustration once again, willing yourself to stay patient. You beckoned to him once again, and pushed open yet another set of doors, leading him into a room with various young patients lying in bed, some conversing across curtains, others scrolling on their phones. Yoongi’s curiosity piqued as some of the teenagers waved at you, and you responded with a warm smile and a small wave.

“You’re supposed to be identifying the boy for me?” You reminded him, and he snapped out of his trance, peering down the room, before recognising one of the teenagers lying in bed.

“That one,” he pointed, and you sighed in relief, hoping to finally finish up with the matter, the two of you walking over to the bed the boy was currently lying in.

“Hello,” you stopped by the bed, addressing the boy who saw Yoongi standing just behind you, his gaze suddenly becoming ashamed as his eyes darted around. “This man tells me you have something of his?” You slowly turned back to glance at Yoongi, your own curiosity and suspicions rising as you noticed the boy’s ashamed gaze.

“I mean…” the boy mumbled, clutching the sheets in his fists as he looked down. “I might’ve…”

Yoongi scoffed, clearly annoyed by his attitude. “He didn’t seem shy when he stole my phone, hm?”

“Okay, okay!” The teenager finally blurted out, after something started ringing and vibrating vigorously in his pocket, Yoongi nodding at you in triumph as he held his other phone in his hand. The kid fished the phone out of his pocket, and the screen flashed with a caller ID, “Min Genius”. You noticed, and you slowly turned around to completely face Yoongi, your arms crossing over your chest.

“Yoongi, step outside for a minute with me please,” you commanded, and the man threw his hands up in surrender, amused smile still etched onto his lips.

The two of you walked outside into the empty hallway, and you glared him down, Yoongi watching your expression curiously.

“Still trying to act intimidatin-” He started, but you cut him off.

“Who are you exactly? Things aren’t adding up here, that boy came in awfully bruised and injured… did you hurt this boy? Are you part of a gang or something? Is that why you have such a ridiculous caller ID, as a code name of some sort? Answer me!” You fired questions at him, and Yoongi held his fist to his mouth, trying to suppress his laughter at the accusations.

“You, you think I’m a gang member? You are so far off right now, you don’t even know,” he finally burst out laughing, and you simply glared him down furiously, your cheeks dusted a deep pink colour at his laughter.

“Tell me, what it is you do then?” You huffed, attempting to regain some of your dignity.

“I’m an army general,” he responded, amused expression never leaving his face, and you stared at his in disbelief, not believing a single word that came out of his mouth. You looked him up and down, from his ripped jeans to his ruffled hoodie, and you shook your head in disbelief.

“Yeah, right, you’re funny,” you laughed sarcastically, and the man simply shook his head at you, brushing his fringe out of his eyes.

“I wasn’t kidding you know,” he finally retaliated, and you stopped, your eyes still wide with disbelief.

“WelI, I…” you stuttered. “You know what, we actually have an army doctor who works at this hospital sometimes, she’ll tell me if you’re telling the truth.” You huffed, storming off to your office, where you knew you’d find Jungyeon, likely looking over her tasks for the day.

Pushing the door open, Yoongi standing behind you with a smug expression, you called out, “Hey, Jungyeon? This man claims he’s an army general, you would know right? Is he part of your… unit, or anything?”

Jungyeon peered up from her work, a flash of recognition darting across her face before her lips curled up into a wry smile, a mischievous glint apparent in her eyes. She adjusted her cap, smoothing down her uniform, before lying, “No, I’ve never seen him before in my life, I think he’s lying to you.” She tutted at you, trying to keep herself composed at Yoongi’s slackened jaw, a slightly angry glint in his eyes, and you spun on your heel, staring at Yoongi triumphantly.

“You see, I knew it,” You held your head up high, proud of yourself, and yet you had no idea how wrong you were. Yoongi could only stare at you, his eyes darting from Jungyeon to you, and back again, grumbling under his breath as you ordered him out, mentally swearing an oath to himself that he’d prove it to you, next time he visited the hospital.

“Remember that I’m your superior, Jungyeon,” he called out before he left, and Jungyeon straightened up, tittering nervously in realisation.

“Sorry,” she mouthed back, and yet her lips curled up into a smug smirk once again, Yoongi frowning as you escorted him out of the building, the triumphant expression never leaving your face and you strided along confidently.

“Bye,” you called out in a slightly proud tone, pushing your hair behind your shoulder as you watched him walk off.

“Shame”, you thought. “He was handsome”, you chuckled under your breath, walking back into the hospital building to resume your work.

**

Days passed, and you found your mind often drifting off to the strange man you had met, recalling the way his lips curled up when he was amused at your frustration, the way his gums were exposed when he smiled - rather cutely, you found yourself noting - and you sighed, mentally berating yourself for being so easily distracted. You went about your day as normal, tending to patients in the recovery rooms, assisting in surgeries, completing the piles of paperwork that never seemed to end. You watched as Seokjin came back and forth with his girlfriend, as she leaned into his side, Jin looking down at her with the most loving expression. You felt a small pang of jealousy, but you shook it off, trying to focus your attention back on your work.

You were conversing with Seokjin and Jungyeon - dressed in her solider uniform as always - in the reception one day, leaning your elbows on the desk as you smiled at your co-workers as they walked by, when he walked in.

Yoongi strode into the reception of the hospital, a new air of confidence surrounding him, and this time he wasn’t dressed in a simple hoodie and jeans. Your eyes trailed up and down his figure, unable to help but admire how his uniform fit on his body, his badge dotted with three distinct stars, glistening under the artificial light of the room. His cap sat neatly on his head, his fringe visible beneath, and the smug smile on his lips ever present. You couldn’t help but stare, Jungyeon physically straightening up beside you, her once playful expression quickly straightening up as she saluted to him.

“What is going on?” You mumbled in awe, your mouth ever so slightly open as he approached you, a look in his eyes saying I told you so.

“Jungyeon,” he nodded, allowing her to finally drop her salute, and she looked away slightly ashamed. You noticed how her demeanor had suddenly changed in his presence and your eyes darted from her to him in a mixture of confusion, shock and awe.

“So, so, you’re telling me that you’re actually an army general? In the actual army? Like you lead a unit?” You stuttered, professional attitude long gone as you could only gape at him. You suddenly felt ashamed for judging him so harshly, even though it was out of concern for your patients. You took pride in your job, and you did care about your patients, no matter how stern you came off to outsiders. And yet this man was the first to make you feel shameful for acting in such a way, although you were yet to understand why.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed, your attention now fully focused on him. “I’m not the type who’s afraid to admit when she’s wrong, so I’m sorry.”

Yoongi nodded at you triumphantly, his once smug smirk curling into a warm smile, and he chuckled, a strangely nice sound when it wasn’t mocking.

“Now we’ve gotten that out of the way, maybe we should actually introduce ourselves properly.” He grinned, that gummy smile that was so strangely charming, and continued, “I’m General Min Yoongi, but you can call me Yoongi, I hate formalities where it’s not needed.”

“I… well, I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N), as you probably noticed from my name badge… I work at this hospital as a doctor… damn it, you knew that…” You stuttered again, suddenly forgetting how to compose yourself in the presence of Yoongi. He could only smile, finding the sight incredibly endearing, a warm feeling spreading through his chest.

Your co-workers, bustling by, pretended to be focused on their work, and yet they muffled their laughs, gossiping amongst themselves, amused by the fact that the ever professional (Y/N) had forgotten how to even articulate her words coherently. Seokjin didn’t bother to hide his laughter though, shooting the two of you a dramatic air kiss, and you mentally noted to tell him off later.

Oh my, she’s adorable, was the only thought on Yoongi’s mind  in that moment, unable to help the warm smile that rested on his face, and he knew that this building was going to quickly become familiar to him.

**

From that day, he made sure to come visit - or bother you as you tried to call it, despite secretly enjoying his presence - whenever he had the time, the two of you slowly becoming close over time, often sitting up on the rooftop together during your lunch break.

Everything was going perfectly, until he began having to leave halfway through your dates without a viable explanation, and you had began to grow fed up with it. He would get a phone call, grave tone in his voice, and that was it. Your views began to conflict; as a doctor, your job was to save lives, and yet Yoongi was a general, a soldier, the front line of war and conflict. He did it to protect your country, but you couldn’t help but question the relationship the two of you had. You still knew so little about this man, he was so secretive at times, never fully communicating his emotions or his thoughts to you.

Eventually, the two of you began to fizzle apart, and you went a large period of time without seeing him, without his random visits to the hospital.

You couldn’t lie and say it didn’t hurt, that you didn’t miss him, that there wasn’t an aching gap in your heart.

He couldn’t lie and say he didn’t think of you during missions, sitting by his men as they flew over the expanse of the city in a helicopter, that there wasn’t an aching gap in his heart.

One day, he received an especially important mission; his unit along with two others were to be dispatched on a peacekeeping mission to the country of Urk, far away from his home country, his friends, from you. This is your job, he reminded himself.

Yoongi strode into the room, his arms folded behind his back as he set out the mission for his unit, the soldiers all attentive, nodding at his every word.

“This is a potentially dangerous mission, men. Keep your wits about you, always be aware of your surroundings, never let your guard down. Understood?” He warned, his men all replying with a systematic “Yes, sir!”

Yoongi simply nodded, sighing as he contemplated the looming task ahead of him mentally preparing himself for the mission ahead.

Meanwhile, back at the hospital, you were staring down the hospital director, your eyes about to pop out of your skull, the director simply returning the gaze with a smug expression.

“You heard me correctly, (Y/N), the army has asked for a medical team to be dispatched to the city of Urk, to assist the soldiers there. I decided you’d be perfect to lead, don’t you think? Collect your team and inform them, you’ll be leaving tomorrow.” And with that, he walked off, whistling to himself and leaving you indefinitely annoyed. There was nothing you could do about the matter, and you threw your arms up in frustration, wandering off to go inform your department.

Next thing you knew, you found yourself sitting in a helicopter with your team of doctors, everyone exchanging nervous glances, your body rocking slightly from the force of the helicopter whirring over the expanse of land. Your thoughts once again wandered off to Yoongi, and you contemplated. Would he be there? Your heart leaping at the thought of it, before sinking again. The two of you had parted ways, and this was a professional environment once again.

Likewise, Yoongi wandered around base, having arrived in Urk just a few days before, and his thoughts were - as always - drifting off to you again. He had been informed that the hospital, your hospital, was sending a medical team over to assist. Would you be there? Would you be leading? He had always thought you as a natural leader, smiling as he recalled your confident assertiveness that had completely disappeared the first time he walked in as General Min. He sighed, walking off to wherever he was supposed to be.

**

The helicopter finally landed in an open runway, the constant whirring coming to a halt, and the doors automatically opening. Your hand flew up to block the sudden sunlight that shone through, your legs cramped as you stood up, stumbling out of the helicopter. Your team followed close behind, and as you exited, you saw the line of soldiers ready to greet you, lead by him. General Min. Min Yoongi. He stood in front of his men, his posture straight and professional, and yet at the sight of you, his expression faltered, a sense of hope flashing across his eyes.

“Yoongi?”

anonymous asked:

RFA+V+Saeran with a passionate MC who keeps making them all flustered, like complimenting them about their little quirks, always snuggling up to them... Bonus : MC is a looooves tickling them

Okay, so I think this just turned into random, cheesy, cute fluff,,, Sorry if it’s not what you wanted ^^;


Yoosung

  • It’s the worst when you compliment his eyes.
  • Sometimes in the middle of a make out session, you’ll look into his eyes and just tell him how pretty they are and how you can see the whole universe in them
    • “It might just be my love for you talking, but I can see so many stars… entire galaxies… It’s beautiful. I think you’re beautiful…”
  • When that happens, he starts blushing like crazy
    • your fave is when his whole face turns pink and he just keeps trying to look away from you
  • “Yoosung, you’re so cute! You’re even cuter when your cheeks are all pink like that!”
  • You like to play with his hair a lot and shower him with completely random compliments. He tries to overpower your compliments with his own, which usually leaves him a stuttering mess when you one-up him again
  • Also, this boy’s sides are veeeeeery ticklish
  • He likes to hold your waist while cuddling or dancing or whatever, but as soon as your hands go above his hips, he freaks out
    • “MC I’m just trying to have a nicE TIME WITH Y- MC STOP.”
  • He likes payback though


Jumin

  • Honestly, just telling him you love him makes him blush a little
  • Whenever you do something nice for him, he thanks you profusely
  • You really like just doing nice things for him, but you reeeeeeaaaaally like the way he acts when you do
  • When you cook him dinner, he just looses it
  • The entire dinner, he showers you and your food with compliments
  • Towards the end, when he tones it down a bit, it’s your turn.
  • Jumin, your skin is so pretty. Like, you have such a nice complexion.”
  • When you bring that one out, you typically come over and touch his face.
  • He absolutely adores feeling your hands on his face in a calm, loving way, and he loves the little kisses that come with it
  • His weakness tho
  • When you two are cuddling, you’ll run your hands through his hair and tell him how much he means to you
  • the man practically melts in your hands at that one


Zen

  • Okay, it is so damn hard to fluster this kid
  • He knows all your weaknesses, but you’ve never succeeded in making him more than blush
  • Whenever he winks at you or flirts with you, you’re a babbling mess
  • You just want to make him feel all warm and bubbly like he makes you feel
    • also revenge
  • You two cuddle a lot, but it’s always just peaceful
  • One day while you were getting up, you accidentally brushed your hand against the back of his leg and he freaked out
  • He brought his leg in so that you wouldn’t touch it again and his face turned red
    • “Zen, are you ticklish??”
    • “N-No! That was just-!”
    • “OH MY GOD YOU ARE”
  • That turned into a tickle war, only ending when you almost got kneed in the face
  • To this day, its the only innocent thing you know to do to make him blush, so you’ll sometimes brush the back of his knee in public and just laugh at him
  • He gets sorta pissed, but he thinks it’s cute that you’re having so much fun, so he doesn’t really mind.


Jaehee

  • Every single compliment you give her makes her blush and you love it
  • You compliment her every chance you get because not only are they all true and always relevant, but you think she’s so cute when she’s flustered
  • Like, always-put-together-Jaehee crumbling at your compliments is your weakness
  • You’ll often compliment her on her outfit or how that lipstick you bought her compliments her eyes, but it’s the deeper ones that really get her
  • “You’re the kindest, smartest person I know. You mean the world to me.”
  • When you guys cuddle, sometimes you’ll tell her that you never want to let her go. You want to spend the rest of your life with her and you hope that she’ll never leave you.
    • She cried at that one once
  • Sometimes she’ll go to push her glasses up, but realize that she doesn’t wear them anymore and you laugh.
  • This girl loves scented candles
  • Like, 
  • Loves them
  • So sometimes if you run out to the grocery store or something, you’ll buy her a candle then cuddle on the couch with her 
    • Honestly, it’s like one of those holiday commercials where everything’s perfect and the whole world smells nice
  • When you guys cuddle, you like to tell her how beautiful she is, how much you love her, and compliment the cute little things she’s done in the past week
  • Her face gets hot and it makes for warmer cuddles


707

  • You laugh at all his jokes, even when they’re not funny
  • “Luciel, you have the nicest ass.”
    • he says shit like that to you all the time, so you figured it’d be okay if you said it to him too
  • He concealed it well, but it made him feel super nice
  • “Seven, how come you never use caps lock?”
  • “Because my fingers are polite.”
  • He doesn’t know why, but he really likes when you pick up on little things like that.
  • Sometimes you like to take his glasses off so that you can stare into his eyes. When he asks you why you do that, you tell him that you love the color yellow.
    • “Yellow is a happy color. I’m always happy when I see you, and I hope you’re happy when you see me. Your eyes are like…. I dunno.. flowers. The sun. Golden retrievers…………….. Minions.”
  • When you keep going on about how happy he makes you, he gets really happy too because, ‘Oh my god, they love me so much. How the hell did I luck out like this???’
  • His cheeks turn a super light shade of pink. When you start giving him little kisses, he smiles into every single one. His blush gets a little darker when you compliment him more.
  • Sometimes you start to ramble after the kisses, but he never actually stops you. It makes him feel really good.
    • “Have I ever told you that you’re like, the funniest person I know? And you’re so smart! Funny and smart?? How did you get both? That’s not fair! Also, you’re so kind! God, you’re so lucky!!! I’m so lucky!!!!!! WHERE DID I FIND YOU I NEVER WANNA LET YOU GO”
  • By the end of it, he’s blushing like mad and things get deep
  • Also, his feet are hella ticklish, but you only use that when you’re desperate, because it usually ends with you getting kicked in the face and him feeling really bad


V

  • When he’s doing literally anything, you get super close to him and weasel your way into his space
    • Cooking? Hold me.
    • Reading? Let me hold you.
    • Texting? Lets cuddle.
    • Doing something important? Idc, please give me all your love and attention.
  • “Jihyun, I love your laugh! It’s so cute and it makes me so happy! And your smile! You’re just so handsome….”
  • He thinks its so cute that you pick out little things about him, and he thinks about how much you love him a lot.
  • Whenever he gets sad, he thinks about the compliments you’ve given him and everything is okay again
  • a i g h t, his laugh though
  • His laugh is like the most beautiful music to you
  • When you find out that his neck is ticklish,,,,,,HOOOOOOOH BOII
  • Not only do you get to hear his laugh, but you also get to see his smile and compliment him on both
  • plus a new thing that you absolutely love;
  • “When you try to protect yourself, it just makes you look cuter, y’know!”
  • His entire face turns red when you call him adorable, and you do it a lot when he’s trying to protect his neck from your tickles
  • NECK KISSES MAKE HIM SMILE SO BIG, ITS LIKE
  • IF HEAVEN ISN’T BETTER THAN SEEING THIS BOY SMILE AT THE NECK KISSIES, WHAT’S EVEN THE POINT


Saeran

  • Everything makes this poor boy flustered
  • EVERYTHING MAKES THS POOR BOY FLUSTERED
  • “Babe, your bedhead is adorable.”
  • “The pasta sauce on your nose is a good look, really. It’s so cute.”
  • “Saeran, you’re so cute!”
  • Every single nice thing you say or do to him makes him blush and deny everything you say
  • He usually ends up trying to turn it all around and compliment you, but it never really works
  • “I’m adorable?? N-no way! You’re adorable….er.”
  • Cuddling with him is a fucking mess
  • He gets super flustered whenever you touch him, so having your bodies pressed together is ridiculous
  • When he’s super tired, he mellows out though. He falls a sleep when you’re the big spoon and it’s just so cute
  • He’s so cute when he sleeps oh man oh man
A Flower Petal

Parring: Newt Scamander X Reader

Word: 1747

Warnings: None

Summary: Soulmate Au, where you have a flower on your neck that grows with you, and blooms when you talk with your soulmate for the first time

A/N: ahhhh, i love Newt so much! And i love Soulmate aus almost as much!

Originally posted by newtafidoscamander


“Have a nice day! “you said, and waved to the couple who left the shop, before you turned to the next costumer. It was a boy, maybe a few years younger than you.

“hello” you said, and he smiled, as he handed you the flowers. “is it a gift? “

He nodded, and you started packing the sunflowers before he paid for the them.

“have a nice day! “you said, and he wished you one too. As he turned around to leave, you could see a small sunflower on the back of his neck. A small smile found its way to your lips, the flowers were sure a gift to his soulmate, something you often saw.

Everyone had a small flower on the back of their neck. It wasn’t there when you were born, but it slowly grew along with you, and bloomed the moment you spoke the first words to your soulmate.

Yourself had a long bud, with a few leaves on the stem. And you treasured it, you could spend hours looking at it.

The door opened, and you looked up to meet the face of a young woman with a pink coat and blonde curls.

“Y/N! “she said, and rushed over to you. She always smiled, but this smile wasn’t normal, there was something special about it.

“Hello Queenie” you said with a smile. “Let me guess, pink roses? “

“no! no, no, no” she said with a small laugh. “red! Do you have any? Red roses? “

“of course” you answered with a smile, and found some while continuing. “So, why the change of colour? Don’t tell me your… “

She nodded before you could finish the sentences. Your smile grew, and the other witch chuckled slightly.

“congratulations! “you said, and packed the flowers.

“his name is Jacob! “she said. “he’s a no-maj, and right now he’s staying with me and Tina together wi… “

“a no-maj?! “you asked shocked. “Queenie! “

“I know! “she said. “I know, you don’t have to tell me, Tina already did. We’ll figure it out, don’t worry. But I actually thought… maybe you would come over for dinner tonight? And meet him? “

“oh, Queenie I would love to! “you said with a smile, and Queenie clapped a bit. You had been friends with the Goldstein sisters for years. You lived a few streets away, but you were often at their place and eat. Queenie had more than one time suggested you moved in with them.

 

“Hello? “you asked, as you opened the door. You didn’t get to take a single step in, before your friend walked out to you.

“I’m so glad you’re here, Y/N!” Tina said. “Queenie doesn’t talk about anything else than Jacob! “

Tina had never been fond of the ideas of soulmates, maybe because she didn’t have one. Not everyone did, in fact it was just as normal not to have one as to have one. Some people liked not to have one, because they felt more free to fall in love with whoever they wanted. Tina had always said she was too busy for love, but you had always suspected she was hurt because of her bare neck.

well, I’m here now” you said with a smile, as took your hat, and coat off. Tina smiled, and lead you into the apartment. Queenie stood in the kitchen, waving her wand. At the table sat a brown-haired guy and watched her in awe, you smiled when you saw his red tie matched the roses on the table.

“Y/N! “Queenie said when she saw you, and smiled. “This is Jacob, my soulmate”

You walked over to Jacob, and took his hand.

“I’m Y/N” you said with a smile, and he returned it nervous.

“Jacob, but Queenie already told you that” he said, and shrugged a bit on one of his shoulders.

“Yes, she talked of nothing else earlier this day” you said with a smile, and a look at Queenie, who only smiled.

“You’ll be the same way when you meet yours! “she said, and took Jacob’s hand. He looked at her, and the eye-contact they shared in that moment made you smile. Queenie was such a sweet girl, and Jacob seemed like just the right guy for her. Their eyes showed nothing but love, before Tina spoke.

“food’s ready! “she said, and the two soulmates looked away from each other. You and Jacob sat down, Queenie began placing food on the table, and Tina disappeared.

“Mr. Scamander? “you could hear her behind the door. “The food is served”

You looked questionable at Queenie.

“He’s Jacob’s friend” she said while sitting down beside Jacob. “a British wizard! “

You nodded, and then looked at the door where Tina came in, and sat down. Beside her came a man around your age. He had curled hair, freckles, and wore a shy smile. He sat down opposite you, and you got eye-contact with him.

“Newt, this is Y/N” Queenie said. “Y/N, Newt”

“hello” he said. His voice was a bit quiet, and you got the impression that he was quite a shy guy. You wondered why he had never caught your eye before, but then remembered that Queenie had said he was British.

“It’s nice to meet you” you said with a smile.

“likewise” he said.

“So, when’s the wedding? “Tina asked with a look at Queenie, who looked quite shocked.

“well, we haven’t really talked about a wedding… “she said.

“Yes, we only meet earlier this day… “Jacob said.

“Why wait? “Newt asked. “I mean, when you meet your soulmate you already know it’s going to be them, so why wait? “

“do you have a soulmate? “you couldn’t help asking, but then blushed slightly. Soulmates were private, and not everyone wanted to share if they had one. “I apologize, that was quite rude of me”

“no, not at all! it’s in humans’ nature to be curious” he said with a smile. “To answer your question, yes I do. However, I haven’t found her yet”

“I’m sure she’ll come around” you answered, and he chuckled slightly as an answer.

 

You all ate dinner, and later you said goodbye to them all, before heading home. as you undressed yourself before heading to bed, something caught your eye in the mirror, and you moved your hair from your neck.

On the back of your neck was a small, simple Phlox. Your flower, it had bloomed. And that meant… that meant you had spoken to your soulmate!

So many people came into the little flower shop each day, you couldn’t possible figure it out, and you hadn’t checked it all day. But Tina would have been able to see it when you came to the apartment, and even though she didn’t like the idea about soulmates, she would have told you. That meant you had meet your soulmate after that. But you had barely meet anyone since then! Jacob were Queenie’s soulmate, and the only other person you had meet was…

 

“Y/N!” Tina said surprised when she saw you. You stood outside the door, the next morning. The sun barely showed, but you couldn’t hold yourself back any longer. You had to talk to him again! Had to know if his… if his flower had bloomed.

"Hello Tina” you said with a smile. “Is… I mean… can I come in? “

She nodded, still surprised, and took a step away. You stepped inside, quickly taking your hat and coat off, before heading into the apartment.

“Good morning” Jacob said a bit surprised. He sat at the table with some breakfast in front of him, a newspaper in his hands.

“Good morning” you said. “Do you happen to know where-where Newt is? “

“In his case” Jacob answered, and chuckled when he saw your look. “follow me”

He led you into a small room, where a case stood open on the floor. You pointed surprised at it, and Jacob nodded, gesturing for you to go down. You looked at the case again, not quite believing it, but taking a step down in it, suddenly finding yourself on a ladder, on the way down to another room.

“Amazing… “you said, looking up from the case, watching Jacob smile at you, before leaving. You looked around, and saw a blue coat by a door. You smiled, and opened the door to step outside.

It was as if you had stepped into another world. It was truly amazing. All around you were different kind of animals, all magical, all fantastic.

Then your eyes fell on a man a bit away. He sat down with his back turned to you, obviously holding something.

You were about to call his name, but decided against it, and walked towards him. He turned around when he heard you, and smiled while standing up.

“Hello” he said with a smile.

“it’s amazing” you said, and looked around in the new world that had been discovered for you.

“thank you” he said with a shy smile. “I take care of different kind of creatures down here, mostly hurt ones”

“fantastic” you said, and turned around to look, before reminding yourself that you had something to talk to him about. “I, uh… I actually came to ask you about something… “

You couldn’t meet his eyes, but stared at the ground. You could feel the heat rise to your cheek, and cursed yourself for being so shy.

“…your soulmate tattoo… “you continued, your cheeks getting more and more red for each word.

"I thought it was Tina at first” Newt said, and you quickly looked up. His eyes rested on the ground, his cheeks slightly red, as he scratched his neck. “But then I realised she didn’t have one, and… well… “

He looked up, and you got completely thrown back by his beautiful blue eyes.

“So… “you said, a bit ashamed of how you acted like a teen girl with a crush, he was your soulmate!

“Do you like animals? “he blurted out, and looked a bit surprised and ashamed of what he had said. You chuckled slightly as he continued: “I mean… “

“yes” you answered, and he looked up at you.

“really?! “he asked, a goofy smile playing on his lips. “I mean… have you ever meet a Niffler? “

“no” you answered with a laugh. He chuckled, before holding his hand out. You took it, and he lead you away.

Partner in Time

For @hiniparlousblog! <3

“Your boyfriend went to the corner store.”
 
He gave Seven the slowest, most irritated eyebrow lift he could. Just when he thought he had heard the worst nonsense from his friend’s mouth, Seven managed to think of something worse. And he had literally arrived a minute ago. “Pardon?”
 
“Your boyfriend! My baby brother! Don’t tell me it’s over already!” Seven mock-pouted.
 
“Why would you think that? He avoids me constantly.”
 
“You guys were so cute two days ago!”
 
Ah, he was referring to the sleeping on the couch incident. Vanderwood rolled his eyes.  “He was sick. I only warmed him up.” Really, it didn’t mean anything. But the memory still made his cheeks turn pink.
 
Seven nearly fell out of his computer chair to grin at him. “As the adult, it’s your responsibility to make sure he’s well taken care of!”
 
“What?! We’re both adults! I’m only a few years older than both of you! And we’re NOT dating!!” Seven could give painkillers a headache, he swore to God. The ex-hacker ignored him and kept saying things to push him out of the house towards his brother, making him more flustered.
 
Whatever. Forget about Seven, the chaos in the house is more important-
 
“Also, we’re out of detergent.”
 
Bloody typical.
 
***
 
Saeran made sure to fill his shopping basket full of sweets. How his brother could eat those gross chips, he would never know. Maybe he should get something healthy to avoid becoming sick again. Waking up like that was the most embarrassing thing ever. Stupid Vanderwood, who stayed calm and collected while he freaked out. Stupid brother for making fun of him. He was not in love, damn it!
 
An older woman in the next aisle kept staring at him, making him nervous. When he wanted to head to the cash register, she suddenly blocked his path.
 
“Hey cutie! You look so much like someone I know, are you perhaps-“
 
“I don’t think so.” Saeran quickly mumbled, holding the plastic basket closer to him. He tried to sidestep her, but she got closer, her gaze predatory.
 
“Hey now, I’m just making sure! Be a good boy and hold still.”
 
Something about those words made him freeze. She touched his right arm and it was as if she knew he was hiding something there under his sweater. Thoughts rushed into his head before he could stop them. All at once her eyes turned green and he was small and helpless. Images of a dark room flashed before him, remembering with the scent of iron, the touch of unwanted hands on his skin, the pain oh God make it stop please-
 
“Please stop.” He tried to yell but it barely came out a whisper. The woman didn’t notice his panic and his vision was going dark.
 
A warm arm draped around his shoulders, much broader and heavier than she could possibly be, slowly pulling him back to reality. A familiar comfortable warmth chased away the wooziness and feelings of pain. He looked to his side and saw Vanderwood who held him close, hugging him to his side.
 
“Stop hitting on my boyfriend.” He glared at her, causing the woman to let go of Saeran.
 
The invisible bubble the older man created around them made him feel safe. It was tempting to cling to his jacket, but Saeran kept his hands around the handle of the basket.
 
“Your- Ah. Erm… Sorry.” Sheepishly, the woman backed away. Another stern glare from the former agent made her run off and leave the store in a hurry. Saeran took a deep breath as his muscles relaxed.
 
“Are you alright?” Those gentle brown eyes looked at him in concern once again. Brain registering what had just happened, he jumped away from the older man, nearly dropping his basket. The temperature suddenly went up a degree or two, his face turning redder than his hair.
 
“Y-You’re NOT my boyfriend!” He screamed, causing several shoppers to stare at them.
 
Vanderwood crossed his arms and gave him a confused frown. “I know. It was the quickest thing I could think of to get her to stop. You looked like you were going to pass out.”
 
Oh. Right. That made sense. He pushed down the sad twinge he felt in his stomach.
 
“Yeah, well, I didn’t need you to help me!” He marched to the cash register in a huff, hearing Vanderwood sigh.
 
While he paid for his candy, he couldn’t help glance behind him at the taller man, who grabbed a bottle of detergent. He didn’t feel guilty. He didn’t.
 
***
 
Vanderwood did not expect to find Saeran standing next to the door when he left the store. “You waited for me?”
 
“We’re going the same way, idiot! It would be rude to let you walk alone.” The redhead snarkily replied and started walking. He blinked in confusion a few times before following suit.
 
The trek to the bunker was filled with awkward silence. Vanderwood attempted to give the young man his space by staying behind him, but to his surprise, the moment he slowed down, Saeran did as well. At some point they walked next to each other, Saeran hugging his bag close to his chest.
 
“Thanks.” It was so soft he almost thought he imagined it.
 
“You’re welcome.”
 
Saeran’s face lit up like a lighthouse. “I didn’t say anything!” He yelled, running off. Vanderwood sighed again. The redhead was moodier than anyone he had ever met.
 
But, he realized, he kind of liked it. The thought made him blush, glad no one could see it.

When they got back, Seven faced them with the biggest smile. “And? How was your date?”

And just like that, Saeran vanished from sight, running into his room and locking the door.

“SEVEN! We are NOT DATING!!”

“Lolololol~!”

You’ll Be There

Request: “Hi I was wondering if you could write a Neville longbottom x metamorphmagus!reader? Where the reader likes to hang around Neville and likes to listen to him talking about the different plants and he notices that hair changes colors when she around him but it stays the same natural color when they are around other people.”

Pairing: Neville Longbottom

Word Count: 1464

Warnings: None

A/n: sorry if this sucks - first time writing this character :)


Today your hair was its natural colour. But to use the word “natural” was somewhat stretching the definition. On normal days, your hair dulled to a brownish-purple colour. Your mother, who had passed down this strange gene, had said that the colour must’ve reflected your content moods. You soon learned in your early days that your hair was a literal mood ring, displaying your emotions for the entire world to see. And you hated it.

You were lucky to have no one tease you for your natural trait, although many handled you with caution when your hair flared a deep red. Friends would often come up and ask you what was wrong if your hair was a sorrowful blue. The only time you felt that people were totally comfortable around you was when your hair was the dark purplish hue that it subjected most of the time. You remembered your first years at Hogwarts, concealing the colour with a hat all the time. Since then you had become more comfortable with the fact that your feelings were an open book, although you still felt a pang of embarrassment whenever you were reminded of it.

It all seemed to change when you met a shy boy in fourth year.

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“You’re scaring me.”  Stiles piped up from the couch.  You halted in your pacing, turning just enough to stare at the anxious boy in front of you.  His knee was bouncing up and down as a way to release his nerves as he had watched you pace silently, waiting for you to tell him why you had texted him an ‘SOS’.  “Just tell me.  What’s wrong?  I can handle it.”

Taking a deep breath you reached into your back pocket and pulled out the pregnancy test you had taken.  The two prominent pink lines displaying that you were pregnant.  Stiles leaned forward to study it for a second, brow furrowed in confusion before realization settled across his face.  He leaned back, body almost collapsing against the cushions as he breathed out.

“I didn’t know how to tell you.”  You said quietly, fingers twisting together as you waited for Stiles to say something.  To say anything.

“We can do this.”  He had been silent for so long that when he finally spoke it shocked you.  Slowly his big brown eyes rose to meet yours and he reached out a hand to pull you down into his lap.  Arms wrapping securely around your body and anchoring you to his chest.  “It’s not what we had in mind for our future, but we can handle this.”  He murmured, lips pressing against your forehead as you curled into him.  “We deal with the supernatural on the daily.  Handling a baby’s going to be nothing compared to that.

tickled pink

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Dean Winchester is a Disney princess, Castiel is sure of it. He has Evidence.

  1. he’s got a chiseled jaw sharp enough to kill a man
  2. horribly clear skin
  3. entirely infuriating dimples
  4. he’s blond, but not too blond
  5. his eyes are a shade of green that does not exist in nature. The first time he saw them, Castiel was sure they were contacts
  6. this boy has fucking muscles for days, arms like tiny trees that bulge out of his t-shirts all over the place. And yet, Castiel has never seen him work out. More evidence to be gathered.
  7. He can sing like fucking Beyonce. It’s a secret, but one time castiel heard him singing in the locker room and he almost passed out
  8. he honest to god always has, like, woodland creatures coming up to him. Butterflies will land on him. On more than one occasion castiel has seem him trailed by kittens
  9. his smile could melt the polar ice caps
  10. he is, hands down, the nicest person Castiel has ever met. He’s kind to everyone.
  11. going with that, everyone likes dean. No one has a bad thing to say about him, his popularity spans all social circles and cliques and it doesn’t get to his head. He’s genuinely a sweetheart

 All that said, it’s pretty clear that he shouldn’t be anywhere near Certified Punk Loser Castiel Novak. Like sure, Castiel expects a friendly smile in passing here and there because Dean is an actual angel as well as his next door neighbor, but the guy has better things to do than hang out with a grungy weirdo.

 And yet,

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