would you care for some tea

imagine a Clone Wars episode/arc where a criminal is hired to dig up dirt (real or imagined) on the Jedi so they’re expelled or fall out of favor with the Chancellor or something

but like the investigator/criminal gets inVeStEd

“what do you MEAN Windu has never taken a day?? in his Jedi career?? someone teach this man SELF CARE”

“what do you MEAN General Kenobi would have left the order for Satine Kryze??? and they haven’t seen each other in over seven months?? do I NEED to wreak havoc on Mandalore so you can get thee to her, ginger-in-chief?”

“what do you MEAN Yoda’s apprentice fell to the dark side? what absolute madman does that to a liddle green bloke?”

“I have a bad feeling about exposing any of General Skywalker’s private life… as in… imperially bad feeling… I think he needs some blankets and maybe calming herbal teas”

“boss I’m sorry Commander Tano has done nothing wrong in her life ever”

Park Chanyeol//Liquid Truth

Originally posted by yeolhighness

Summary: You and Chanyeol go way back, and are best friends. It’s become routine for you to come over to the dorms whenever you have a fight with your boyfriend, but lately, he’s been pissed off at you, and you’re not quite sure why.
Scenario: angst, fluff
Word Count: 6,917

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“I’m a coward. Such a freaking coward!”

Dean heaves a deep sigh and rubs his temples in a weak attempt to order his thoughts. It feels like a goddamned roller coaster in there and he really doesn’t know what to do.

“It’s just … it should be easy, right?” he continues, shaking his head. “They’re just words. Granted, huge words. Words I never said before to another person outside of my family. But …”

He pauses, looking at the big golden eyes in front of him that study him expectantly.

“What do you think, man?” Dean asks. “Am I a coward?”

No reply, just an intense stare.

“Or am I crazy?” Dean suggests. “For talking to a frigging cat of all things!”

Mojo finally decides to blink … and stays quiet.

Stupid cat!

“I am crazy!” Dean groans, throwing his hands into the air. “Instead of facing my boyfriend and telling him that I love him, I’m talking to his cat who likes to chase flies and lick his butt all day. That doesn’t make any sense!”

Mojo tilts his head – and damn, he does look a bit like Castiel that way – and eyes Dean in that typical humans-are-quite-weird way. He did it the very first time Dean came over – the night after his first date with Castiel, him being all jittery and jumpy, wondering whether the ‘tea’ Castiel offered him at the front porch with a warm smile before inviting him in actually meant a hot beverage or something completely different, his nerves all over the place – and Mojo obviously thought him the weirdest person on the planet.

(By the way, the 'tea’ actually turned out to be tea. That … and the best first kiss ever!)

Since then Dean’s relationship with the cat is kinda reserved. Mojo mostly stays out of sight or at least far away, just staring at Dean as though he hopes that this odd human would finally disappear and never return. There is wariness and suspicion and Mojo only condescends to ignore all this when he’s in the mood for some proper petting.

“You don’t care about my problems, right?” Dean sighs. “I mean, you’re a cat, why should you? You probably think I’m dense for not having the nerve to tell my boyfriend – my beautiful, gorgeous amazing boyfriend – that I’m hopelessly in love with him. That the last few months had been the best of my life. That I’m, without any doubt, the luckiest guy alive.”

He shuts his eyes for a second. “He’s so awesome, you know? Everything I ever hoped for and at the same time so much more! I’m so crazy about him, you’ve got no idea.” He fidgets awkwardly. “But how do I tell him all that? I’m so awful at the feelings-crap and as soon as I look into his pretty eyes I’ll forget anything I wanted to say.”

Mojo dignifies Dean’s little meltdown with a big yawn and an I-couldn’t-care-less expression.

Dean, however, just lets it pass. “How do normal people do it? Just say it right into the person’s face?” He bites his bottom lip in frustration. “How?”

“There are some who talk about it with their boyfriend’s pet,” suddenly a very deep and very familiar voice interjects.

Dean leaps to his feet immediately and stares at Castiel with wide eyes. “Cas!”

Of course he shouldn’t be surprised by his boyfriend’s presence since this is Castiel’s place after all and he only left to run a small errand, even reassuring Dean that it “won’t take long”, but for some reason Dean totally missed how much time already passed.

Castiel, however, seems highly amused. “So that’s what you’re doing when I leave the house? Having deep and meaningful conversations with Mojo?”

The cat merely spares them a brief glance before starting to lick his paws and ignore them in a way only cats manage to do.

Dean smiles crookedly. “He’s actually not the best to talk to.”

Castiel takes a step closer and chuckles. “Don’t worry, I’m doing the same thing all the time.”

Dean lifts an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yes.” Castiel cups Dean’s cheek, his fingers so warm that Dean instantly leans into the touch. “Just yesterday I told him how much I love my boyfriend.”

Dean’s heartbeat picks up its pace rather spectacularly and he can’t contain a beaming grin. “You do?”

Castiel hums in affirmation, his nose brushing Dean’s. “Very, very much.”

The kiss that follows is sweet and soft and it makes Dean’s skin tingle in the most pleasant way possible.

“I love you too,” Dean whispers before surging right back in.

And on the couch Mojo continues to groom his fur and probably wonders why humans are so annoyingly complicated.

anonymous asked:

I really love your writing and now I'm pan for vanderwood i hope you're happy >:3 If it's no trouble, could you please write rfa + minor trio reacting to a usually hyper and happy mc feeling really down (because they feel misunderstood or got triggered)? I hope I don't bother you with that request, I could just really use some love and care from the baes ^^;; Love and hugs, have a wonderful day!

✿  *cracks knuckles* Boy, it’s been awhile, huh? I polished off my finals a few days ago, and while I won’t be churning headcanons out at a super fast rate, I thought it was time I give this blog some TLC!

Yoosung

  • His brain goes into terror-alert mode when you don’t tackle-hug him the minute he gets home from work. Living with you is sort of like living with a hyperactive puppy, and his first thought is, oh god, are you dead? Did you slip and fall in the shower? Did aliens kidnap you and are now experimenting on your lifeless body? W h e r e a r e y o u.
  • The answer to “where are you” is “in the bedroom, having a lie-down”. He breathes a sigh of relief when you turn over and look at him, but still, that weak way you smile as you say hey leaves him concerned.
  • He immediately asks you what’s wrong. Are you feeling sick? Should he get you anything? Do you have a cold? Have you been eating enough fruit? Have you…–??
  • This manages to make you laugh a bit, and you sit up enough so you can pull him back down to the bed. You just want a hug, you say. And some comfort.
  • Yoosung is happy to oblige. After all, he’s a vet, isn’t he? He’ll always take care of you, his adorable little angel.

Zen

  • When Zen finds you staring absently out the window, his first cheer-up attempt is to call you by every pet name he knows. Starshine! Sugardrop! Love! Darling! Gooey-sweetie-snuggle-bottom hunie bear!
  • (you smack him lightly for that last one.)
  • Next, he tries every pick up line he knows. He compares your beauty to the moon shining on the lake, he recites poetry, he even sings you a little sonnet, and when he finally gets you to smile a little, he asks you what’s wrong.
  • (he wanted to make whatever it was feel a little less fresh before you talked about it, after all.)
  • He takes you on a motorcycle ride after, since that always helped distract him - though he obeys all the road laws on this one, because his precious, precious blossom is with him right now. He takes you out to one of his special places, and he helps you forget whatever it was that upset you.
  • It’s hard to be unhappy when the warm wind is on your face and a handsome man is at your side.

Jaehee

  • She finds you in the closet of the bakery, and you apologize, because you wanted to be better before she found you. You didn’t want to bother her. You know that you’re supposed to be the happy one, the cheerful one, the person rooting her on and keeping her sane when the world is building up around her.
  • She tells you that’s nonsense, brings you a cup of tea and a new cake she’s working on, and asks you to tell her what’s wrong.
  • Jaehee is so good at listening. She’s careful, attentive, and treats everything you say seriously. She never makes fun of you, or tells you that you’re overreacting or silly.
  • Jaehee would probably dropkick your problems if she could, but she can’t, so she settles for hugging you, petting your hair gently, before bringing you another drink and some of the flowers from the rosebushes outside.

Jumin

  • You try to smile at Jumin when he comes home, and you’re doing so well, but then everything cracks apart, your smile falters, and you find you’re sobbing on the couch with a baffled Jumin in the doorway.
  • He only stands still for a moment. He literally VAULTS OVER THE CHAIR because it is the FASTEST PATH TOO YOU, and if you weren’t emotionally compromised, it would have been hilarious to see this man in a ten-thousand dollar suit act like a college track star.
  • He basically scoops you up, much like you’re a cat, and he tells you to tell him e v e r y t h i n g. When you say you don’t want to trouble him, you know how much it means to him to have you waiting at home for him, all cheerful and happy, he says that is NONSENSE. It isn’t you being cheerful that makes him happy, it’s you being you that does. And sometimes you’re going to be sad.
  • And he’s going to make you feel better when you are.

707

  • Seven knows immediately that your smile is forced. How could he not? He’s faked so many smiles over his years of being alive that he’s become all-too able to recognize the same expression on someone else’s face.
  • He doesn’t want to force it out of you, so he turns off the lights suddenly, leaving the star-shaped lights you have suspended from the ceiling as the only thing illuminating the room, and then pulls you up to dance.
  • He twirls you, spins you, is surprisingly graceful with you, despite being a total and complete nerd - though, he was a former secret agent, perhaps dancing came with the job. And you don’t have to pretend, you don’t have to say anything, you just have to… dance.
  • It helps. And when he holds you, during the ‘slow dance’ portion, you tell him what’s wrong as he rubs your back gently. And then you dance some more, because the world keeps spinning, despite the trials and tribulations you have to undergo.
  • You reminded Seven that he had a future, and now it’s his turn to remind you that you have one too.

V

  • V sits with you quietly and never blames you, even though you know he’s been through so much already and shouldn’t have to deal with your shit. You should be happy! You should be cheerful! You ARE genuinely happy and cheerful most of the time, taking him on dates and bringing the world to him, but today you just… can’t.
  • You can’t. You feel guilty, but you can’t.
  • He tells you that it is not your fault. You are human. You are allowed to be sad. You tell him all these things, and the same applies to you, too. He bops your nose with his finger when you try to protest, and you lean against him, letting him hold you and gently rub your shoulder.
  • After awhile, he brings out his phone, and he shows you all of the cute animal photos he’s taken over the years. It’s hard for him now, but he has so many memories captured on his various memory cards, and he shares them with you in a quiet room and a fond voice.

Unknown (Saeran)

  • Saeran doesn’t know how to comfort you, so he makes a dozen pancakes using the container of Bisquick you have into the cabinet and then shoves one into your face like a burrito.
  • “What was that for,” you ask, after you’ve managed to chew and swallow, and he just puts another directly into your mouth, effectively using it as a fluffy batter gag.
  • You eat that one too, staring directly at him the entire time.
  • “Are you feeling better,” he asks once you’re finished, and you reply that you’re mostly just really confused. 
  • One of the websites he’d read said that making pancakes for people was an expression of love, so he figured that would be enough to make you feel better, right?
  • You eat fruit to get better from a cold, so love should help you get better when you’re sad… right?
  • Right, you say, because Saeran is a prickly moron, but somehow his deranged antics make it hard to stay depressed.

Vanderwood

  • Vanderwood is really bad at this gooey, lovey-dovey shit, so when they notice you don’t have quite as much pep in your step as usual, they aren’t really sure what to do. They do know, however, that they should do something, so they decide to tell you a joke.
  • “Knock knock,” they say, and you do a bit of a double-take, because Vanderwood isn’t really the type. But you’re intrigued enough that it momentarily distracts you from what’s making you gloomy, so you ask, “Who’s there?”
  • “Etch.”
  • “…Etch… who?”
  • “Bless you,” they say, in a perfectly flat voice, and you laugh at how stupid it is.
  • “Knock knock,” they say again, hands in their pockets, and you’re delighted at this point.
  • “Who’s there?”
  • “Seven.”
  • “Seven who?”
  • They clear your throat. “Seven, you motherfucker, you know I don’t speak Arabic, so open your goddamn door.”
  • (You cover your face and snort.)
  • “Knock knock,” they say a third time, and you notice they look a bit shyer now.
  • “Who’s there?”
  • “Al.”
  • “Al who?”
  • “Al…” They rub their mouth, averting their eyes. “….Al give you a kiss if you open the door.”
  • You, sufficiently cheered up by this ridiculous display, peck them on the lips and thank them for being wonderfully embarrassing.
Best Friends (Jungkook one shot smut)

Originally posted by grape-joon

A/N: The link kept spazzing so I had to repost, sorry xx

Summary: You slept with your best friend, Jungkook. A mistake, a drunken adventure destined to gnaw at your mind. But what’s worse? You have feelings for him. 

Genre: Smut, Angst (oh boy), fluff

Pairing: You x Jungkook

Word count: 5k

Warnings: Smut, mentions of drinking

You’ve had so many dirty dreams about Jungkook already. So many dreams that felt so real. That’s why when you reached over and touched his arm, you almost fell off of the bed.

You jumped up, dragging the sheet with you to wrap around your very naked body. It was as if he was a complete stranger you woke up next to by the way you backed up and away from the bed. It was worse than that.

It was your best friend.

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Warframe personalities from how I see them, by my first glance at them.

Heads up, this is a long post. Enjoy~!

Ash: Aloof mofo with a stabbing habit. could rob you of all your money in texas hold ‘em. Too much damn side eye. Kills everyone is the room, then breaks for coffee like nothing happened. Ninja who steals the last slice of cake from the fridge.

Atlas: would kick your ass then be your best bro. is dead inside? somewhat likely but can’t tell anymore. makes shitty jokes. I get he’s a one punch man stone golem, but c’mon, the guy gives pretty good hugs.

Banshee: Resting bitch face, but is sound sensitive so she has a reason. Most likely up to god knows what hours listening to music enjoying synethesia sensations. Knows a thing or two about where to find the best obscure books. Caring protective friend.

Chroma: Moody guy who just wants some fucking peace and quiet. Hoards things like trophies from kills, bet this guy has so many hunting trophies? ffs, his ult is a dragon pelt, might as well be a dragon! Really good at pissing off people without even trying.

Ember: Sassy friend wants all the tea. Best booty to boot. You see that guy over there? He’s on fire. She fucking murdered him with sick comebacks. Don’t get me wrong though, she might like her bacon crispy but she’s a pretty loyal friend. Probably would come get your ass for a revive with intent to raze the fucking field with wildfire.

Equinox: Calm balanced friend??? Has two sides she shows to different people, everyone who talks to her might find something different about her. Likes keeping a lot of houseplants in her room in the dojo. Courteous and polite and gives the best backhanded compliments under a pleasant facade.

Excalibur: Average Joe. Good at a lot but not the best, really doesn’t give his best. Very athletic. rushes through missions impatiently. Might play too many hack’n’slash games in his spare time.

Frost: Stoic, quiet, probably has some thought going on at all times. Reads a lot of mythology from before the orokin era. Procrastinates and stalls for his buddies while holding down the fort. solid person to talk to if you need someone to listen.

Hydroid: The guy has enough mentions about tentacle porn, it’s safe to say he’s hoarding a hentai stash somewhere. or people assume. just a guy who loves the water, could talk for days about fish and where to find all the best seafood restaurants. has had enough people mentioning pirates around him. has a good, hearty laugh.

Inaros: Tired, always fucking tired. Sleep? I’ll sleep when I’m dead. if you can kill me, that is. Mmm. nom. Corpus tastes metallic. Grineer tastes like really bad slimy chicken. I’m not sharing what infested taste like. Shields? What the heck is that? Appreciates old architecture and hoards ayatan statues.

Ivara: Sneaky sneaky~ I got an arrow for just about any job. Just because i am a cyclops doesn’t mean i don’t have depth perception, dumbass. Carefree happy lady, fun to talk to. Makes lots of banter with teammates on missions.

Limbo: Trolls might love this guy, why doesn’t he have a fedora helmet yet? I’ve not seen enough Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure to know what those references mean. He’s a real gentleman, very inquisitive. He’s a scientist? Aw, cool. Prolly spacing out while carousing through the rift, thinking about his next project.

Loki: The Cheeseframe is what people call him. Knows where all the loot is, all the time. Giggling and pulling pranks 24/7. Can do shit effortlessly and stares at his team wondering why the fuck the had to trigger the damn alarm in a mission. Also, hammerhead shark. This guys likes playing card games too.

Mag: In a state of calm and panic at the same time. Doesn’t show much though. Magnetic personality? Could crush your heart in a minute. Has a good taste in interior design, rather good at art deco/ industrial. Has some walls to get through before befriending her, but melts like a marshmellow when ya do.

Mesa: 360 no scope!!! It’s high noon! okay, now that’s out of the way, let’s keep going. Keeps an orderly schedule, off doing solo missions all the time. Loves a good movie, could talk about her favorite film for hours. Deserts are dry? So is her humor. Would shoot you without even thinking.

Mirage: You thought Loki’s pranks were bad? At least her enemies get these night mare shows and not you. This chick loves horror films, special effects make up and disco. Pretty good at good at lighting up the room and your smile. She really just wants a good time, okay?

Nekros: Sick mofo who tells dead baby jokes. Has some interesting kinks. Rarely eats, if ever. Would look you dead in the eye and try to tell you bad puns seriously as possible. Has seen the dead walk again, thinks they’re best buddies. good guy to go to a graveyard with.

Nezha: Srsly good looking.. guy? girl? oh idc he can be genderfluid and i’d still think he’s attractive. Got serious hula skills. Never takes himself seriously and just loves going for long missions. Knows a thing or two about culture, rather classy guy but can be a bit childish. Never really grew up, but you don’t notice that behind the charm.

Nidus: This is the I-don’t-give-a damn guy. He wrecks everything he touches, spreads space aids, yet his personality is far from cancer. Very good with animals. A bit messy. Too many damn things talking in his head from the infested and ignores them like a champ. They bend to his will.

Nova: A Good Egg, if slightly cracked. Giggles at the mention of inane words. Everything explodes!!! ADHD in a frame. Good natured wholesome friend who loves everyone. Bad habit of breaking appliances and electronics. Geiger counters near her start playing Imagine Dragon’s Radioactive?

Nyx: Look at this frame. You took a good warframe and gave it anxiety, sheesh. Shy, kinda hard to deal with hearing everyone’s thoughts sometimes. ain’t got time for your drama. Loves talking about current events, but not much of a gossip out of respect for others. giant personal space bubble, do not touch!

Oberon: Royal pain in the ass, but a lovable doofus so you kinda just let it go. Very protective dad friend, complete with dad jokes. Probably would like to finish your sandwich if you’re not gonna eat it. Would open his home to you if you needed a couch to surf on.

Octavia: This girl loves all music, could help you find just the mix you were looking for. Got sick dance moves too. Might have been in band. Would happily binge watch any tv show with you and discuss everything about it. You don’t know what so charming about her, but you really like her so you always accept her invites. Had a bad habit of fidgeting.

Rhino: This guy could bench press a grineer ship in one hand and corpus ship in the other. you don’t move out of his way, he runs you over, simple as that. gym rat, for sure. somewhat impatient. watches way too many superhero blockbusters and devours the comics. Mows down the entire enemy wave just get your sorry bleeding ass back up and fighting again.

Saryn: Oh, good lotus, this chick has got good looks and a deadly touch. Cunning girl could outsmart anyone. Low key annoyed in general. Would back stab you without a thought, given a reason. Knows a lot about cooking. I mean, if you’re going to poison someone or at least know how to work in the biolab you should probably know how this type of chemistry works. dodges responsibility a lot tho.

Titania: flighty as fuck, gets startled easily. graceful; she has good fashion sense. you have no idea where she came from in the room. fairy tales are definitely her thing, but happy endings really aren’t true with that state of things right now in the solar system. too many butterflies, but is fine with it since they help her stay calm. Actually really good at flying archwings, I think?

Trinity: First one to rush into the fight, last one to leave until everyone is okay. Is the Mom friend. Likes to be helpful. Rather much a bitch to those she hates. She may have an open heart, but don’t walk all over this girl. Cross her once, shame on you. Cross her twice, she leaves you for dead on eris, end of story.

Valkyr: Look, she’s been through some shit, has ptsd, the very least you can do is give her a cat plushie and your support, okay? Gets angry easily and has meltdowns. She’s not a pushover. She knows what’s best, she can endure. semi serious, jokes fly over her head. it may take a bit for her to like you. literally a cat frame, you don’t know love until you’ve been loved by a cat.

Vauban: Forget Limbo being a troll. This is THE trollframe. Went to college for engineering, came back out a smart ass. Don’t loan money to him, he prolly won’t pay ya back. Pretty good drinking buddy tho. Reads a shit ton of shakespear to know what that sense of humor really is. Shit poster, meme hoarder extrordinaire. you can have a grenade! And you can have a grenade! YOU ALL CAN HAVE GRENADES!

Volt: Impeccable taste mixed with sharp commentary. Why does he have a helmet that’s a boob? maybe he has a high schooler’s sense of humor? would be honest with you and tell you straight up what needs to be done. This guy likes expensive suits. Has a tendency to be impulsive.

Wukong: Has loads of stories to tell. Good memory. Can comeback from just about any setback. determined and will happily grind with you in missions for hours. Also pretty damn stubborn and doesn’t listen well to others, kinda has to speak first.

Zephyr: Life’s a breeze here, right? Kinda goes with whatever and has a hard time deciding on things. Kinda clumsy too. Crashes raids and blows away the enemy. Usually minds her own business with her head in the clouds.

Beautiful Girl

Originally posted by bluerangerpower


Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request: “Hi! Mah I request a Jeff Atkins domestic fluff pls? :)”

Words: 1.052

A/N: Here’s another Jeff imagine, because he really deserved better! I am writing many imagines in these days and I can’t wait for you to read them. I am still finishing my previous requests, but soon I finish them, I will post a prompt list for 13 reasons why characters.
Hope you keep on reading my stuffs, because your nice messages keep me motivated. Thank you.

- G. x

Warning: (Y/L/N) is Your Last Name.


Being sick was one of the things that you hated the most. Your clogged nose was killing you slowly and you couldn’t bear with your sore throat, luckily your boyfriend Jeff skipped school to spend the day with you at your home and to take care of you, also to spoil you.

“Good evening, sleepy head.” Your boyfriend greeted you as he gave you a warm kiss on your temple. You weren’t feeling well the whole day and you spent your afternoon cuddling, sleeping and resting on Jeff’s chest. “How was your sleep?”

“It sucked,” You looked up to him and you caught his sad gaze. He didn’t want to see you in that way. “my throat is killing me.”

“That’s awful.” He sighed as he drew small circles on your arm, feeling your soft and smooth skin. “Can you wait while I make a cup of tea for you?” He knew that it would make you feel better.

“With a little bit of honey?” You smiled widely, since you adored using honey as your sugar substitute.

“Of course, lovely.” He chuckled as he thought of how cute you were. You slowly got up from his chest and you fixed yourself on the bed. “I’ll be back soon, okay?”

“Alright, my love.” He smiled widely and he gave you a quick peck on your lips, not caring of your sickness.

“Jeff Atkins!” You restrained him from kissing you because you didn’t want him to catch colds or to ruin his voice with a sore throat, even though it would be just temporarily. You slapped his muscular arm playfully and he ran towards the door to avoid other slaps.

“Sorry, not sorry.” He stuck his tongue out and you just shook your head for your boyfriend’s childish actions. You let him go downstairs and prepare some tea, probably he would prepare it for the whole family too, being an altruist as he was. Your family loved Jeff for that, he was really a thoughtful kid.

You and Jeff have been together for months and you were really happy whenever you were with him. You knew him after one of his baseball games, when he approached you because he saw how you cheered for your school’s team. He thought that you were pretty good at cheering, but he never convinced you to join your school’s cheerleading team.

You loved Jeff so much and he was different to any other jocks that you’ve dated. Jeff was the nicest of them all, he knew how to treat a girl right and he was a gentleman. The thing that you liked in him the most was that he wouldn’t do anything that would make you feel uncomfortable or would hurt you.

As you thought of your boyfriend, a wide smile escaped from your mouth and you thought that you were so lucky to have him in your life. It was your turn to find a decent guy, finally.

“Hot Chamomile tea with honey for my beautiful girlfriend.” Jeff calmly said as he put the cup of tea on your bedside table, together with your handkerchief, thermometer, nasal inhaler sticks and medicines.

“Shut up, you bluffer!” You both let out a loud laugh and he kissed you on your forehead once again.

“But I think that you are beautiful!” Jeff debated as he wanted to convince you that you really were. He wasn’t calling you in that way just to please you, but he really thought that he had the prettiest girlfriend in the world.

“Babe, I have the messiest hair and I look like a scavenger at this exact moment.” You rolled your eyes as you carefully took the cup from the bedside table. “How can you say that I am beautiful?”

“Because you really are.” He sat beside you and he caressed your red and hot tempered cheeks. “I don’t care if you have a messy hair, deep black eye bags or pimples, you will always be beautiful in my eyes.” He explained to you and you smiled widely as you cooled down your tea by blowing on it.

“Do you really think that?” You bit your lip and he honestly nodded. “That’s the sweetest thing ever, babe.” You slowly sipped from the cup and you loved Jeff even more, because he was great at making tea too.

“I’m just stating the truth.” He kissed the tip of your nose, being careful not to bump your arm and not to spill your hot relaxing tea.

You carefully put the teacup back on its place. “I love you so much, Atkins!” You faced him as you sweetly caressed his cheek with your hand.

“I surely love you more, (Y/L/N).” He replied as he grabbed your chin and kissed you on your lips quickly.

“I said that I am sick and I don’t want for you to be infected!” You frowned as you scolded him for his actions.

“I don’t care!” Jeff wasn’t really a hard-headed guy, except when you contradict his opinions. He would always have his thoughts and he wouldn’t abandon them to make you happy, mostly when it was about complimenting you. “I wouldn’t give up on kissing you, just because you don’t want for me to get your virus.”

“Mulish!” You exclaimed but he just shrugged it off and he just pulled you in a tight hug. You laughed at his actions and he peppered you with his kisses, while lying on the bed.

Lazy and sick evenings with your boyfriend were one of the things that you looked up to. It didn’t matter if Jeff was stubborn and wouldn’t stop kissing you, even if you said so. You honestly loved that he didn’t care for your sickness and he didn’t give up on anything.

He would never give up on anything whenever it came to you, to your relationship. He would always kiss you or he would always think that you were beautiful nevertheless your sickness.

He wouldn’t be tired to repeat the same things, because he knew how insecure you were. He loved to express the truth to cheer you up and to improve your self-esteem, your messy hair didn’t matter to him, neither when you could be compared to a scavenger.

You were his beautiful girl and you would always be.


To Newt, With Love

Request: “Hi-Hi! I’ve read your newt x reader stuff and they are so nicely done, I like your style! Could I request for angsty newt x reader, pure angst. Sadness and all that. If you don’t mind of course! Something like ‘reader likes newt but newt is stupidly oblivious and he still hanging on leta/is with tina most of the day. At the end, the reader just 'poof’, out of touch. Thank you!”

Word Count: 2,643

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous

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The midnight blue dress draped over your body shatters the beams of golden sunlight streaming through your window, sending specks of glittering light all over the white walls of your bedroom and the pastel green sheets of your bed. You hardly notice, though, as you struggle to clasp a delicate silver necklace around your neck. The fine chain, soft as gossamer, tangles around your fingers, fighting your attempts to secure it. The struggle proceeds for a minute before you can drop the chain and watch it shimmy into its place in the dip between your collar bones. A beautiful gift from an old friend.

An old friend you’re visiting in five minutes, if the godfather clock standing in the corner is correct. A bundle of nerves flutter in your stomach. You haven’t seen Newt in months. Any time you wrote and told him you’d be able to make time, he’d been too busy. Then NEWT exams rolled around and every spare second of every day was dedicated to scrawling out notes and rereading the same chapter five times until you could nearly recite the entire textbook word for word. The grueling effort paid off, though, earning you high grades in every subject.

Today, you celebrate with your best friend of seven years. The two of you agreed to meet at your house at noon before traveling out to Hogsmeade to enjoy butterbeer at The Three Broomsticks and then find a dancing hall. You know Newt has a fondness for dancing unmatched by many others, even if he may be reluctant to admit it.

One more glance in the mirror satisfies you. Not a hair is out of place, your elegant silver earrings brush the tops of your exposed shoulders, and the dress gleams, not a hint of lint on it. You step from the mirror’s gaze and cross the room, enjoying the clacking of your heels against the wood floor. On your dresser sits an ornate black box. Swirls carved and painted white loop around the wide case, meeting on the top to circle around Newt’s full name.

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anonymous asked:

I love the idea of a friendship growing between MC and Jaehee at first because they're both the only girls and, like, sometimes you just gotta talk smack about the boys with another girl, but then it blossoms into this really good and deep friendship and I was wondering if you could maybe show how that friendship would manifest with MC's different relationships with the RFA boys and V?

A/N: THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA AND I LOVE IT SO VERY MUCH BECAUSE I FEEL IT ON A SPIRITUAL LEVEL I WANT JAEHEE AS A BESTIE IN EVERY ROUTE (also i kind of made this how they all reacted to the friendship i hope you dont mind) ~Admin 404

*YOOSUNG:

           - I don’t think it’d affect him that much

           -Like yyeess MC I’m so happy you got best friend!!!!

           -Does get a little jealous of her though

           -“MC!!! Wanna come play some LOLOL with me???” “Nah, me and Jaehee are going to go shopping!” “But…the two of you hung out all day yesterday?” “Yeah, and we’re gonna do it again! I’ll text you later!”

           -HE WANTS SOME MC TIME TOO *angry eyebrows*

           -As long as you make time for him, he’s a-okay!

           -But pls tell him secrets too MC he wants to be your other best friend

           -Also lowkey worried because??? What do the two of you talk about?

           -He remembered some of the things his sister and her friends used to talk about and he was nOT EXCITED

           -DID YOU TALK ABOUT HIM??? WAS IT GOOD THINGS??? OH GOD MC PLEASE TELL ME. WAIT NEVERMIND DON’T TELL ME I DONT WANT TO KNOW. WAIT YES I DO. WAIT NO. AAAAAAAAAAA

*ZEN:

           -*Slides into the living room and seductively throws himself over the side of the couch*

           -“Where the two of you talking about me?”

           - yeah talking about how you’re a total fucking DORK

           -He’s good friends with Jaehee too!! Why won’t you let him in the room for talk time ;A;

           -Tried sneaking into the room to listen but the two of you are smarter than that and have to physically throw him out of the room

           -He’s happy that you’re such good friends with her, though!!!

           -Since he’s her friend as well, he knows how badly she needed a friend for some girl talk

           -But?? Still?? He waNTS TO KNOW

           -MC WHAT DO YOU SAY ABOUT ME TO YOUR FRIENDS AAAAAAAA

           - honestly pouts and sits outside of the door sometimes when the two of you throw him out, blows up your phone until you yell through the door

*JUMIN:

           -This….is so weird

           -Why is Assistant Kang in his house

           -Tries to hand her work almost every single time

           -Until you kind of knock it out of his hand and it falls to the floor

           -?????? MC????? It’s her job??????

           -“She is here as my GUEST Jumin, YOU do that work”

           -G A S P MC WHAT

           -Overall he’s just so…..awkward when you and Jaehee hang out at home. Otherwise, he could care less if the two of you were close friends. He loves that you have a close friend to talk with! He also doesn’t care if the two of you talk about him, whatever

           -Like how is he supposed to act??? He’s almost two different people. He’s so laid back at home with you and all business when he’s at work with Jaehee. WhaT IS HE SUPPOSED TO DO ;A;

           - locks himself in his office when she’s over to avoid the awkwardness

*SAEYOUNG:

           -*dresses up as a girl*

           -*slides into the room to join the girl talk*

           -*is promptly kicked out by the two of you*

           -The only person he had like that in his life was his brother

           -But they’ve been apart for so long, and with everything that happened….

           -He tries to have that kind of friendship now and Saeran just kind of walks out of the room

           -So!!!! He’s happy for you!!! But also very jealous (though he hides it)

           -You can tell how upset he gets sometimes, and you and Jaehee agree to let him hang out every now and then to make him happy

           - only if he dresses up like a girl

           -When the two of you don’t let him in, he just turns on the CCTV because??? He wants the juicy gossip on all of the members too??? BAD SAEYOUNG

*V:

           -Completely respects your privacy

           -Please, MC, you and Jaehee spend all the time you would like together

           -Talk about whatever you would like

           -Your laughter is muSIC TO HIS EARS

           -HE HAS TO STOP HIMSELF FROM RUNNING IN WITH HIS CAMERA TO CAPTURE THE BEAUTIFUL, WARM MOMENTS BETWEEN THE TWO OF YOU

           -He couldn’t care less what the two of you talked about

           -Knows that if you want to share with him, you will

           -Plus, Jaehee isn’t really a loud, rowdy person well most of the time

           -So!! She can stay all she wants!!! It doesn’t break the nice relaxed feeling of the house and he appreciates that

           -He even makes the two of you tea and some snacks every now and then!!! hes like a mum omfg

*SAERAN:

           -What do you mean you’re going out

           -What do you mean I can’t come in and sit in the living room

           -whAT DO YOU MEAN BY GIRL TIME WHAT THE FUCK IS GIRL TIME

           -MC WHAT DID I DO WRONG ARE YOU MAD AT ME??

           - someone please help him he doesn’t understand how this all works

           -Constant reassuring that you’re just going to hang out with Jaehee!! You aren’t mad!!

           -There’s just some things you have to talk about with a girl friend, ya know??

           -If you bring up even a slightly awkward topic he gets flustered and immediately agrees to leave the two of you alone

           -A lot of the time though, Jaehee doesn’t mind if he’s there? He’s actually pretty quiet and uninterested

           -He just likes to talk shit about Saeyoung let him into the conversation every now and then plEASE he needs to get it out

I Insist (Lin/Reader)

Prompt: This wasn’t actually a requested prompt, it was just something Taylor and I (@secretschuylersister ) kind of came up with last night. We were talking about how Lin was such a good guy and would almost comically go out of his way to continue to be a good guy even after the smallest of mistakes. And this was born.

Author’s Note: I have a friend who lives in the heights (actually a few) who I visit relatively often. Since its gentrification began, it’s a pretty quiet neighborhood. Literally every family I know who lives up there (except for one) is white and has a child under age 10. The non-white family also has a child under age ten. Quiet neighborhood.

This plot also kind of came from the fact that, when I get like mega-rich, giving an insanely large tip to a waiter/waitress is something I intend on doing pretty frequently.

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda/Reader

Summary: You’re a waitress working the night shift. A friendly man comes in one night, sits alone, writes beside a few cups of coffee, and leaves without tipping. You hope to never see him again, but he returns the next night.

Rating: PG for like one minor curse word.

Warnings: Nope

Words: 1589

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Dating Neville would include…

- The two of you basically being attached to the hip

- You wouldn’t spend every free minute together because you don’t know what to do alone, but rather because both of you just feel at ease and somehow completed in the other one’s presence

- Secret midnight dates at the green houses

- Neville always making sure you know how much you mean to him

- Him bringing you all kinds of flowers that you haven’t even heard of

- Him always assuring you when you are nervous or not confident enough, because he knows how hard it can be if your self-esteem is quite low sometimes

- Him always kissing your nose, making you giggle

- Cuddling in front of the fireplace in the evening after a long day

- You’d make some tea for the both of you, while Neville would pick a book you could read together

- Him teaching you how to dance

- The two of you being a bit like some weird kind of substitute parents, taking care of the younger students who struggle to adjust to Hogwarts

- Seriously, even the teachers would probably ship you since they see how you never fail to bring out the best in each other

Dating Trini Headcanons

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  • She noticed you in math class and heart eyes ensued
    • The others knew the second they saw her look at you that OH YEAH THIS IS IT
  • Zack is the A+ wingman ok
  • One day she saw you in the library and Zack practically threw her onto you
    • She apologized profusely and went to leave but you asked her if she wanted to go get some coffee later
    • Of course she was like “UH YES”
  • Coffee turned into shy kisses and the rest is history
  • She gives you her jacket the second time she sees you shivering from the cold
    • It’s a blessing that she has big jackets because the girl is Tiny™
  • She’s super proud when she introduces the team to you because she has friends who love her and don’t care whoever she dates as long as they make her happy
  • She’s not big on PDA in public, just small things like holding hands and barely there kisses that’s more of a reassurement that you aren’t leaving her anytime soon
    • In private or when it’s just the team, she’s super affectionate ok she loves kissing you and playing with your hair and cuddling
  • Kim and Zack run the fan club ok
    • They’re in the process of making t-shirts
    • Billy and Jason just go to the meetings since food is provided
  • You find out about the Rangers because she protects you in battle and screw figuring out by voice, no one can disguise that ass
  • You kiss and bandage each one of her injuries after every battle
  • Trini is tiny but deadly
    • She once saw some guys push you into lockers when they were walking by and you’re 99% sure someone would have died if you didn’t hold her back
  • She’s totally all about self care and “I will shove this entire thing of tea down your throat if you don’t drink it you aRE SICK”
    • She just sits by your bed and glares every time you reach for school work
  • The first time she says she loves you is when she has a nightmare one night when she’s staying over and she curls in closer to you and whispers it as you stroke her hair 

anonymous asked:

How would the S and M boys react to their sacrificial bride being a cute old lady

I loved writing this! I pictured it on my head. How cuuute~ ~(^з^)-♡

~Sakamaki~

♥Shu: …An old lady? I don’t care about it. If she doesn’t annoy me while I’m sleeping or listening to music, then it’s fine. She looks pretty silent so, it’s okay I guess…

♥Reiji: Do you like tea and books, lady? We’re having a good start, then. -Reiji found someone to spend a nice and calm evening having tea. She even offered to clean everything after finishing-.

♥Ayato: Hey granny! Prepare some takoyaki for Ore-sama! -Ayato shouldn’t worry about food anymore. She would always keep him well fed. Perhaps she fed him too much, but he was really, really happy.-

♥Kanato: -He wouldn’t be able to get angry at her because she would always give him sweets when he looked upset.- T,thanks…

♥Laito: Nee, Bitch-san, we really like you, but… Do you have any granddaughter I could meet? nfu~ Don’t you worry… I just want to say “hi“ to her~!

♥Subaru: Noo! I like my hair this way! -he said when she tried to brush his hair back, using the excuse that “a handsome young man should show his face”- I,I’m not handsome!

~Mukami~

♥Ruki: -He would end up telling her everything about his book, his family, and his life after meeting Karlheinz- Hmm, you know too much about me. You should mind your own business, Livest– -Even if he was mean sometimes, he hadn’t the heart to call the old lady “Livestock”, much less whip her- I mean, y,you…

♥Kou: Ahh, Kitty, can you fix my shirt? You know I’m bad with buttons~ I tried to take the shirt off and I ended ripping it a bit… I know I know… Don’t lecture me~!

♥Yuma: Hey, grans! Come and help me with my garden! Ah?! Why you can’t?? Your hipbones hurts? Agh, okay okay, don’t move! Just sit over there. I don’t want ya to trip or somethin’…

♥Azusa: No…! Eve-san… I don’t want you to treat my wound… It’s, it’s one of my friends… She will dissapear if you… Treat her… Huh…? You’ll kiss it…? Ah, that’s much… Better, then…-The old lady kissed his wound, the way she would do with a crying 5 year old with a scratched knee. Needless to say, Azusa was really happy with her.-

Fire Emblem Fates Private Quarters sentence starters

“Did you need some music to relax to?”
“I would love to hear the story of how you fell in love…”

“I’m glad we’re finally getting the chance to know each other.”

“Is this about the thing I broke? I am SO sorry!”

“I brought you a snack…Oops.”

“thanks for inviting me over…and for not asking me to clean your room!”

“Thanks for always being so nice to me…”

“I know we’re friends, but I’m still happy to work for you.”

“I’ll always walk by your side. And hopefully not trip you constantly.”

“Care for a cup of tea? I brought a hot kettle just in case.”

“I though you might be famished, so I brought you some refreshments.”

“Do other guests get the same sterling treatment here?”

“When we’re together like this, it feels just like old times.”

“Would you mind if I hide out here awhile?”
“Thanks to you, I am still alive. Thank you, my friend.”

“I shall dedicate every waking moment to securing your health and happiness.”

“I hope you like talking about animal husbandry and cooking…”

“I’m not sure it’s good for me to be seen in here…”

“Teaching you to pick a lock won’t take long, but I gotta ask… Why?”

“I can think of a few people who’d hate to see us being friendly like this.”

“Y'know, if things had turned out differently, we could have really gotten to be friends.”

“I’m glad you invited me here. I really needed a break.”

“If this is how it is, I’ll get my slippers. We can all cuddle.”

“What’s with all the racket in here? Are you playing the drums or something?”

“Why did you invite me here again?”

“I finally feel like I can trust you. What? It’s a compliment!”

“I Really appreciate you offering to help. You give the best advice.”

“Your room is so nice… Thanks for giving me a tour.”

“If you don’t mind, maybe we could spend more time together. Is that selfish?”

“You make me want to try my hardest to be a better person!”

“You sent for me? Well, I’ve got a few questions to ask you too.”

“That seemed completely pointless, But I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.”

“I’m sorry that you’re totally wrong about everything.“
“I know you wanted to talk to me about something, but I forgot what it was…”

“I wonder how you’d look in something new?”

“I don’t like being inside. I’d rather be outside training.”

“Shall I perform for you? Reciting poetry is one of my gifts…”

“My room was dark. You don’t mind if I sleep in here…do you?”

“Do you have anything to eat? I’m starving!

“I really miss my family sometimes…”
“Hey if you’re ever lonely… I’m here.”

“I’ve never felt so taken care of. I wouldn’t mind coming here more often…”

“Ok. Let’s hear your latest knock-knock joke. I hope it’s good.”

“You’re not going to lecture me on my temper again, are you?”

“I Brought some more face paint like you asked.”

“It’s brave to summon me when I’m all worked up. Are you ready to fight?”

“I’d be glad to help you with some chores. It’s no trouble at all…”

“Nothing is more important than training, but I suppose one must also rest every now and then.”

“Did you have a long day? Let me rub your head.”

“Just tell me who I need to kill to make you happy, sweetie.”

“What are you doing? You’re obviously not studying.”

“Are you ready for our tickle fight?”

“I’m planning to chat up some girls later. Mind if I run some lines by you?”
“This has been fun, but I need to get in some dance practice today.”

“You know what would look great on you? The blood of our enemies!”

“Next one I slay in battle is all for you!”
“You’re not going to make me play that game again, are you? I won fair and square!”

“I brought the poison like you asked. Do you want to taste it? A sip won’t kill you.”

“You didn’t summon me here to braid your hair, did you?”

“Who did you want to exact revenge on this time? Go ahead… you can tell me.”

“You seem nervous. Was this meant to be a date?”

“If you don’t have anything planned for tonight, I can think of a few suggestions…”

“It’s so revealing to see your room like this.”

“I’d offer to give you a massage, but…. I might break you.”

“You need a jar opened or something? No problem.”

“I am ready to administer Justice!”

“Tell me…. Does a vigorous romance keep you young at heart?”

“I hope you’re grateful to have such a safe haven.”

“I don’t know why…but I get exited every time you invite me over!”

“This was fun. Ok, bye.”

“Your room is looking really clean. Here. Let me sprinkle some dust around for you.”

“I’m ready to plan our next prank. So who’s the unlucky guy this time?”

“Kind of you to have me over. and not to clean, right?”

“May I assist you? We must keep your things in working order.”

“I’m here! Where are the appetizers? What kind of party is this?”

“It’s so weird to be a guest and not the host. I think I like it!”

“Your party games are the silliest. I’m taking notes…”

“I don’t need any divine insight to know we’ll always be friends.”

“I’m home! Are you going to ask me about my day now?”

“I’ve been rehearsing our duet. Should we do some vocal warm-ups?”

“Are you going to show me your drawing? I’d love to see your artwork.”

“Are you going to teach me that tune you were whistling?”
“I just clocked out. This won’t take long, will it?”

“Shall I brew you some coffee now? I could use some too.”

“I have up on a nap to come visit you… and I’m glad I did.”

“Are we here to chat, or is there something I should be apologizing for?”

“I’m glad we got to talk. It helps me forget about the bad stuff.”

“I picked some fragrant herbs for you… wanna smell?”

“So are we going to hang out…together?”

“Maybe i’ll bag a bear soon. I’ll bring it here if I do!”

“I came all the way here, so you better make it worth my while. A few cupcakes will do the trick.”

“Why would you invite me over during snack time? Snack time is sacred!”

“Let’s play! The floor is hot lava. Quick! Jump on the bed!”

“I didn’t realize this would be such an…informal…get-together”

“Is it customary for people to spend together time like this? I wasn’t aware…”

“You summon me here / For some poetry lessons. / Too bad you’re hopeless.”

“How very tranquil it is here. I wish the world was the same.”

“Wow. This room really IS a mess. You should really let me help.”

“I hope I’m the only one you invite back here….”

“I know I don’t NEED to put a spell on you…but I think I’m going to anyway.”

“May I look at your book collection again?”

“I wish you’d let me help you decorate. Some of these fabrics are so dreary!”

“All right, here’s my greatest beauty tip: love yourself, no matter what ugly things other people say.”

“Did you just invite me here to tease me… or what?”

“We’re not planning on staying up all night telling each other ghost stories, are we?”

“Anytime you want to clean, just ask me! We might find some lint!”

“Your room is huge! There’s tons of space to play!”

“I love hearing about your dreams.”

“I swear that when I achieve true transcendent power, I will use it in your service!”

“I’m here for my singing lessons. I know… I’m hopeless!”

“Do you want me to do the cheer-up dance? It will turn your frown upside down!”

“Whew…it’s hot in here! I’m just gonna take off my–Oh, sorry. Is that not appropriate?”

“You know what this place needs? Kitten posters!”

Title: Where I’m From (Back to the Future part 2(Reader x Peter Parker) 

Summary: The reader stays up late to try new things and finish Peter’s book reccomendation, Harry Potter.

Word Count: 1673

A/N: I love love love this series so much and hope you do, too. I really want to do a pt 3 I think, if you like? Lol! I hope you enjoy! 

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Jimin Scenario: The Love We Share.

Request: Hey, Can you write a scenario where jimin get so envolve with his daughter, spending all his spare time off work with her only, and y/a feeling left out from both him and her daughter, she couldn’t talk it through. Didn’t want to be selfish in anyway, so just hope he’ll notice but he doesn’t. And one day she just leave with a note of all her daughter needs. “& maybe saying where/ how long is she leaving” like “ i needed a break for couple days” i hope you understand what i’m trying to say 🙊 Y/A doesn’t have to leave the house, you can resolve it in any other way, like jimin finding her crying. Or shifting her behavior, or him waking up not finding her in bed/house. Idk you can just choose whatever. 

Genre: Family / Drama.


-Come on Minah, hurry!- Jimin’s voice was heard through your house and then the giggles of Minah coming running from her room to the living room where his father was waiting for her.

You saw it all from your spot in front of the TV, you didn’t know exactly what was happening but you could imagine. Jimin was dressed like he was going out but he hadn’t told you anything and then there came Minah running to you, she was wearing pink pants, sneakers and a white shirt.

-You forgot your jacket- Jimin laughed and she giggled running back to her room to fetch the jacket.

-Are you going out?- you asked making Jimin look at you and then stepped closer to where you were, he leaned down and kissed your lips.

-Yes, just for a little while-

You nodded, bitting your lip as you saw your daughter trotting back. -I’m ready daddy!- she squealed going directly to Jimin who patted her head. 

-Let’s go-

-Wait- you cleared your throat. -Where are you going?-

-For ice cream!- Minah cheered making Jimin laugh.

-We will get some ice cream, want us to bring you some?-

You sighed, fighting the feeling of hurt that spread around your chest, it wasn’t the first time this happened but as each time you couldn’t help it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do or say anything either. 

-No, it’s ok-

-Really?- Jimin insisted as Minah pulled his hand to hurry him. 

Sighing again you smiled the best you could. -Strawberry and chocolate chips-

Jimin nodded and threw you a kiss. -See you later Y/N!-

You turned off the TV, standing to go to your room and look for some work to do to occupy your head with something, you felt selfish with your current thoughts, but was it so wrong to want to be part of the moment? You also wanted to make great memories and have fun. It wasn’t that you didn’t want ice cream, it was that you wanted to be there and eat it together, but Jimin and Minah were recently doing everything just the two of them, you liked how happy they were, but then you also wanted to be a part of it.

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SUMMARY: You have a bad day at work, and Credence takes it upon himself to take care of you. I combined these requests:

  1. Reader being Credence’s s/o. they’re always happy to help and love to mother him. But one day they are completely wrecked by their work and anxious, so he goes into mother mode and is so happy to give it back?
  2. one where he’s really affectionate towards them, neck kisses, hugs from behind, idk where I’m going with this

Warnings: None!!

Word Count: 1,678


Credence supposed that your treatment of him and consideration toward him were what got him through those roughest of days following his destruction of New York. You had been patient and gentle with him when you met him, and you had waited for him to be ready—for anything, even for things as simple as kindness. You had never pressured him or told him he should be further along in healing or learning, and that is how he had come to trust you sooner than others and how he had learned to let you take care of him. He had been hesitant at first, and you had stepped back, letting him take his time and not scolding him for being skittish or distrustful of you. Then he had relaxed slightly over the next few weeks and had let you make him meals or buy him books or even sometimes stay with him until he fell asleep. In many ways, it was the mothering that Credence had never experienced—at least, not that he could remember.

Eventually, he grew to care for you so much that he had agreed to move in with you, once he had worked at the bakery long enough to save the money to afford the rent. You would have paid for his half had he wanted to move in sooner, but you knew his independence meant a lot to him, now that he had it. And you were always willing to be patient for Credence.

That had been slightly over a year after the subway incident.

Since then, Credence had accepted, acknowledged, and given in to his feelings for you, and once a conversation was had, the two of you had decided to give dating a chance. More patience and more care later, things were still going smoothly a year later. Credence just wished sometimes that he had the opportunity to care for you the way you cared for him. It wasn’t that you had put him back together, because he had worked very hard to do that himself, but you had given him the support he needed to do so and had devoted much of your time to caring for his corporeal well-being so that he could devote himself to learning self-love and -confidence. Those were things he was still learning to put into practice, but you were patient with that too, and very understanding; and he was grateful. You had always been so put together though, and he worried sometimes that he didn’t do enough things for you. You always insisted that his company and his love were enough, but he couldn’t help but wish that he could show you how much he cared, beyond those confines.

And then Credence’s chance came in the form of a terrible day at work. He could tell immediately that you had had it because you slammed the door more harshly than you usually did and threw your bags onto the kitchen table with a heavy sigh before storming over and collapsing onto the couch in the living room.

Credence was, of course, upset that you were having a bad day, but he was ready to take care of you and to practice being more assertive in his own actions—he wanted to take charge of this situation. So he walked over to where you had face-planted into the cushion, smiling softly at the way your hair had become disheveled. “Long day?” he asked quietly, placing a shaking hand to your back.

Your answering sigh was deep and long as you melted into the couch, letting every muscle in your body fall slack. “I’m tired of people, Credence. I don’t like them.”

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the base of your skull, and ran his thumb across the knobs of your spine carefully and humming in response. He knew that you hated socializing, so it must have been a day of prolonged interaction. The exhaustion must have really gotten to you today. “I know, Y/N. Did you have to be personable today?”

You smiled at the question, and you wondered briefly how you had gotten so lucky to find someone so understanding of your closed-off nature. You supposed because you had never been closed-off with him. He did tell you once that it made him feel special, as if you were a cat who had settled on their person. You smiled even wider at the memory before curling into Credence’s lap contentedly, humming at the feeling of Credence’s fingers rubbing into your shoulders and gently up the side of your neck. This was a rare initiation of physical affection, one that you really needed today. “Yes, I did.” You began frowning again as you recalled the day. “And people kept asking why I didn’t smile more or why I didn’t talk very much, and then my boss got mad that I wasn’t being more welcoming. And all I wanted to do was come home to you. I’m just…so glad I’m home now.”

You felt his hum more than you heard it, and you closed your eyes to the feeling of his hands against your skin. You appreciated the coolness of them and could have groaned when you felt him stand up gently and pull away from you as he did so. “I’m going to make you some tea, okay?”

You nodded, trying to conceal a pout, and Credence felt a swell of pride and affection—finally, he was the one taking care of you. He hurried into the kitchen, beginning to boil water, and looked over to the living room as he heard you get up. He watched you walk to the window in the living room with a blanket draped over your shoulders that you held tightly to your chest and then press your forehead to the glass, looking to the world outside. He could tell today had been tough on you because your muscles seemed completely lax and because you had none of the confidence in your gait that you usually carried, so when he finished preparing your tea (just the way you liked it), he placed it on the coffee table quietly before padding over to you and hugging you from behind, curling his arms carefully around your middle to pull you close, and pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear. He indulged a small smile when he felt you roll your head back into his shoulder and completely surrender yourself to the embrace. “Thank you, Credence.” Your voice came out in a quiet sigh more than a deliberate statement, and instead of answering, he just pressed another kiss to your skin, this time to the hollow of your throat. Curiously, though, he could feel the stretch of your smile against the side of his face and looked to you questioningly.

You dropped one side of the blanket. “It’ll fit both of us,” you said a little more definitively and with a smile that melted his heart, and he caught on. He took the other corner to wrap around himself and returned said corner to your hand so that you could curl your fingers around the blanket again, securing the blanket burrito you had constructed. Credence liked this better, the feel of your body more concrete than before and the embrace feeling more protective and inclusive. He peppered small kisses along your throat and shoulder, and you couldn’t help the widening of your smile at this uncharacteristic show of physical affection and the confidence behind the gestures. You felt a swell of happiness at how much he had grown and how that growth had included the two of you coming together.

You weren’t sure how long the two of you stood like that, wrapped up in each other and the blanket, before Credence whispered gently, “Your tea is probably getting cold.”

You didn’t want to leave this moment, but that tea really did sound promising. You felt Credence rub his hands along your arms before stepping back, letting the blanket fall from around the two of you so that you could go drink your tea. It really was perfect, and you hummed into the cup, which made Credence smile again as he watched you. “Thank you, Credence. This is exactly what I needed today.” He was what you needed today.

Credence blushed, still affected deeply by any kind of praise, and wondered if he would ever get over that swell of pride that came with compliments or praise of any kind. He supposed it didn’t really matter. “Of course, Y/N. I love…being able to take care of you.”

Something clicked in you then, and you realized that he had been wanting for some time to be able to do things like this, to prove that he could take care of you like you took care of him, to prove that he knew how to care for you, and what that meant to him. “Credence.” You jumped back onto the couch, huddling close to him and burrowing further into the crook of his neck as his arm curled around your shoulders to pull you close. “I love letting you take care of me. You know me so well.”

Credence knew that being nonchalant about that compliment was out of his wheelhouse, so he settled for telling the complete truth. “I’ve had the time to get to know you, and… I just want you to know that I can be there for you for anything… I can take care of you. I know I can.”

The confidence underlying the quiet of his voice could have made you cry. “I know you can too, Credence. I love you. Thank you.”

Credence smiled and pressed another kiss to the top of your head. “Always, Y/N. I love you.” He had learned a lot over these last few years—to accept himself, to own his past, to open up, to form relationships—but he was beginning to think the best thing he had learned was to love and to let himself be loved.


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Let's have dinner - Sherlock x reader

A/N: It’s finally here! I’m sorry for the delay, but I hope you enjoy this one as much as I did writing it!

Requested by anon: May I have a Sherlock x reader. Mabey one where Irene Adler shows up and flirts with Sherlock AND the reader? Making jokes about how the three of them should have ‘dinner’. And the reader is really uncomfortable and is like. “ Aww hell no!”

Word count: 2066
Warnings: none

Originally posted by sherlockjw

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Bts Hyung Line badboy!au

Namjoon

-          A thoughtful, lonerish sort of bad boy

-          Seems a bit unapproachable to many because of the people he hangs with, his height, and his very insular aura

-          Rockin’ that purple hair that he wears so well

-          Raps with Suga and Jhope on street corners, and sometimes alone as well

-          But when he’s not rapping, he can be found hiding out on his own writing lyrics, usually sitting outside as long as the weather is nice

-          And even if it’s raining, he’ll find an awning with a table to sit under as he scribbles away at his notebook, cranking out verses

-          Has a few usual places he goes

-          There’s this one ramen place that he frequents, the owners know him and they’re pals, so he asks about how their kids are doing and stuff like that, and they occasionally give him a free side dish because he’s a nice guy

-          And there’s this one bench he likes at the park because it overlooks the river and there’s a bridge and a field a little ways away where he can just watch people

-          In fact, that’s a common theme with his favorite places to write, is that he can people watch from them, whether it be at a park or from an outside table at a restaurant or through the window of a library

-          So he was at the ramen shop one day, just people watching as he slurped up his ramen before getting to writing

-          And in you walked to see your friend, a niece of the people who owned the shop

-          And you noticed it was awfully busy and one of the employees had called in sick so they were having a hard time handling it, so you decided to lend a hand, and you smiled as the woman thanked you

-          And he couldn’t help but watch because you seemed really happy and thoughtful

-          So he casually stole somewhat prolonged glances in your direction as he ate, and once he finished eating, he continued to watch absently as he pulled out his notebook and started scratching away with his pen

-          Until he caught the attention of the woman who ran the shop, your friend’s aunt, and she was like ‘ohOOH I seeeee…’ and he looked down a little embarrassed and went back to writing, so the woman sent you out to take care of his table

-          So you, completely unaware that he’d been staring a little, went over, took his dishes and asked him if you could get him anything else just then

-          ‘Oh, yes some tea would be great, thank you.’ He was very polite and gracious, and you returned with the tea shortly after

-          ‘If you don’t mind me asking, I come here all the time so I know everyone in this shop, but I don’t recognize you. Are you a friend of the family?’

-          So you told him how you were friends with their niece, and why you were working there that afternoon, and you small talked a little as you brought and refilled his tea, and he’d steal more glances as you cleared tables around him, and maybe you stole a few of your own while his nose was buried in his notebook, pencil in hand, working furiously as his eyes narrowed ever so slightly in concentration

-          And once he’d finished with his writing for the day, he stood up, paid, and waved goodbye to the owner before turning to you

-          ‘If it’s not too much, I don’t think I caught your name.’

-          So you gave it to him

-          ‘I’m Namjoon. It was good to meet you, maybe I’ll see you around here again.’

-          And with that and a smile to boot, he left

-          And it was a little while before the two of you were in the shop again at the same time

-          Almost three weeks to be exact, one lunch time on a Sunday

-          But you can bet that the woman who ran the place was sure to put you to work attending his table when that day came, bless her little heart

-          So you greeted each other, both by name, and continued with the pleasant chatting as you served him his ramen, poured tea, and cleared away his dishes throughout his stay

-          And then it happened again about a week and a half after that, so soon relatively speaking probably at least in part because he’d started favoring this spot above his others for some reason… can’t imagine why…

-          This time you guys actually got to talking about what he was doing with that notebook of his, so you found out that he was a rapper and that was his lyric book

-          And then again a couple more times the following week, and you’d talk and laugh not just as you served him, but as you served tables near him and cleaned up, and glances were taken more and more frequently, often resulting in brief but steady meeting of eyes, followed by the both of you returning to your work with barely perceptible smiles gracing your lips

-          A short time later, he went in to write one evening, towards the end of the dinner rush

-          So you served his table as usual, and he stayed, eating ramen and drinking tea as he wrote until the other customers had left, though there was still an hour till closing time

-          So you cleaned around him and when you were finished, the owner poured you some tea and you brought it over to enjoy Namjoon’s company in a more concentrated dose than you could have while you were busy working

-          So he set his notebook aside and you two talked for a while

-          And a few minutes in, you took the leap and asked him if you could see some of what’s in his notebook

-          So he smiles lightly and hands it to you, and you take it very gingerly as if it’s the most delicate and valuable book in the world, and you slowly open up to a random page towards the beginning, and you read through lyric after lyric

-          After a little while of looking at them, you point out one of them to him, and tell him that it’s your favorite, because it reminds you of some important transitional period in your life, and you talk about it, and the whole time you’re doing that, he’s just looking at you

-          Stolen glances have now given way to forward, unabashed stares, and when you look up from the book, you hold his gaze

-          After a while, he rises up slowly from his seat and rests one palm on the center of the table to support himself as he leans over it

-          And he rests the other one hesitantly on your cheek, silently asking permission to keep going with his eyes, and you consent by leaning up a little and looking down at his lips

-          Slowly but surely, he leans forward and down until he is only a centimeter or two away from you, and he pauses, for a split second, before he closes the rest of the gap

-          He kisses you very gently and slowly, delicately stroking your cheek with the pad of his thumb a few times before he moves his hand back behind your neck to slide his fingers into your hair

-          The lady who runs the shop peaked out to refill your tea, but as soon as she saw what was going on, she froze, smiled proudly, and snuck back on into the kitchen so as not to disturb the scene before her

-          From that point on, you two met at the shop near closing time often, a few times a week, sharing in hushed, late night conversations, passing, innocent touches and secret kisses

-          It was a couple of weeks later when the two of you exchanged numbers and he asked to introduce you to his friends

-          From then on, you graduated from the secluded meetings to a real relationship in broad daylight

-          So you started going out with them when they rapped on the streets, and you’d accompany him to his other writing spots, though the ramen stop was still his favorite

-          He liked sitting across from you so he could look at you

-          He also loved holding your hand, so you’d do that whenever you were walking somewhere, and he’d absently fiddle with your fingers with his off hand while he wrote lyrics with his main hand

-          When you came out with him and the boys late at night, he was always a little tamer with you around than he’d been with just the boys

Suga

-          Doesn’t give a what sort of bad boy

-          Looks on people who judge him prematurely with a judgement of his own, like how dare you, if you’re that quick to judge then your opinion doesn’t matter anyway

-          Regularly found sleeping at odd hours in music practice rooms

-          Also regularly found up and about as if its midday when in reality it’s three in the morning

-          When he’s up and not with friends, he spends his time writing raps, listening to music, and rapping in tunnels and on street corners

-          And he usually gathers quite a crowd, because not only is he a fantastic rapper, he writes really deep, meaningful stuff

-          When he is out with friends, usually Namjoon, sometimes he raps with them and sometimes he’s just out goofing off late at night

-          So you guys first meet because he’s getting chased out of some wealthy neighborhood for disturbing the peace by a cop who was tending the gate

-          And you’re walking out of the convenience store that you had the late shift on, and it’s completely dark inside, and you’ve just closed up

-          So he sees the chance to hide, so he rushes in, kind of not thinking through the fact that you were right there, and he kind of bumps into you half way, and you both kinda start to fall, but he manages to get you both back inside, and the door closes behind you

-          And you’re about to scream bloody murder because what the flip, but he whispers as soon as you’re both inside “oh my gosh, are you okay? I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to run into you, I just needed to hide for a sec.”

-          And you’re like “why are you hiding?”

-          “I was out rapping in some rich neighborhood, and someone called the gate guard, and apparently he has nothing better to do than chase me out.”

-          So the two of you just sit tight in the dark store a little back from the door as the guards are standing in the street, clearly confused about where he went, checking down alleyways, and jiggling doors, for about a minute, until they finally leave

-          When he says at a normal volume now “*whew, sorry about that. Thanks for not getting me caught.”

-          “Heh, no problem. Everyone in that neighborhood is a snob, they come in here all the time and they complain the whole time they’re here about our ‘poor selection.’ We’re a friggin convenience store, not an organic farmers’ market.”

-          “… Hey listen, while I’m here, can I grab a soda?”

-          “Sure can, they’re right along that wall.”

-          So this guy who hid from the cops in your store for petty disturbing of the peace just buys a soda after closing time, thanks you for not turning him over, and then just leaves. Just like that

-          So that was kind of an interesting night for both of you

-          Partly because of the whole hiding from the cops dealio

-          And then also partly because huh, he was strangly flip about the whole thing, which was intriguing, but also didn’t seem like a total jerk…?

-          And because wow, you were oddly chill with the fact that he was like ‘oh hey, can I hide from the cops in your store?’ and you were just like ‘oh yeah, those jerks, here have a soda while you’re at it’…?

-          So a couple days later in mid afternoon when he woke up after sleeping since four in the morning, he was back

-          Totally just for the soda though

-          “Hey, disturbing of the peace boy. You look like you just woke up.”

-          “I did.”

-          “… But it’s two in the afternoon.”

-          “Yeah. I went to bed at four.”

-          “Oh. Okay. So who’s neighborhood were you terrorizing?”

-          “Just the docks off fifth street.”

-          “Nice. So the ducks. You were terrorizing the ducks.”

-          “Yeah.”

-          And that was how it was with you two. He’d come by for a soda every few days, and you’d banter back and forth until he was done buying his soda, or chips, or whatever he was there for, and then he’d leave

-          That went on for a couple of weeks, before one day he was in, and he decided to just go for it

-          “Hey listen, I’m doing a collab with a rapper friend of mine a couple of streets down, you wanna come see? We’re doing it at five.”

-          So you were like this is awesome. This is great

-          So obvi you said yes

-          So you went to see, and you got there at like 5:05 and filed through the crowd so you could see them

-          When he saw you in the crowd he shot you an eyebrow raise and a smile as he went on ahead and just casually spat some fire, as he does

-          So you watched for the whole thing, and clapped with a big smile with the crowd because wow, this was really impressive

-          And then when they were done, they all started packing up, and you helped them a little and then while the rest of the guys finished up, Yoongi and you chatted for a while

-          Like, quite a while

-          You just started and didn’t stop

-          And then there was a pause, and then he was like “Do you wanna go out and get a soda somewhere other than your convenience store?”

-          And you were like “h#ck yessss”

-          So you two walked a couple blocks down to this OTHER convenience store, because it’s not your convenience store so it’s not like work for you, so that qualifies as a date obviously

-          And you bought sodas, and then kept walking a bit

-          And then wound up at an arcade

-          And then wound up sneaking copious amounts of snacks into a really crappy movie

-          And then threw left over bready snacks to ducks

-          And got more sodas

-          And then improvised raps on the spot about everything you were seeing as you walked around

-          And before you knew it, it was like two in the morning

-          And so you had to be getting going, so he walked you back to where your car is, and before he left, you leaned up and kissed his cheek, making him laugh to try and cover up the nerves as he couldn’t contain his gummy smile

-          “See you around the shop?”

-          “Yep, see ya.”

-          So you guys kind of slowly unnofically became a thing? It wasn’t like “lets be bf/gf,” it just sort of… happened? Like friends but with the chemistry and the skinship and all

-          He chilled in your shop a lot (as long as the owner wasn’t around so he couldn’t get in trouble for loitering), and you two would go out and just roam the streets at odd hours of night

-          And once you got comf, he’d throw his arm over your shoulder a lot as you walked, and you’d kiss his cheek, bringing out that gummy smile

Jin

-          Prettyboy bad boy

-          Like not really a bad boy, just kinda hangs out with some badboyish people

-          And when he’s not being an absolute goof, he can look kind of ethereal sometimes so it adds to the MYSTERY (“OOOOOOH” hand waviness and random smoke and sparkles coming out of nowhere)

-          Honestly, he’s the momfriend of the badboys. Like why does the badboy friend group even have a momfriend?? Like they spend their time staying out until the early morning, disturbing the peace, loitering, and generally being rowdy…?? Idk, but it’s him, he’s the momfriend

-          Wears ankle boots with legit tread and a zipper

-          Also a jean jacket, but somehow manages to look kind of soft but not in like a ‘he needs to be taken care of,’ sort of way, just gentle…??

-          So he and the other all dark and mcbroody doods are all out wreacking a reasonable amount of havoc (well, they’re wreaking havoc and he’s trying to kind of keep things at least somewhat safe and in order)

-          So the first time you see each other, the other boys are throwing empty soda cans, trying to hit something from off of a street light, and Jin is all like ‘guys, really, stop throwing soda cans’

-          And you happen to be walking by and the boys weren’t paying attention, and Jin was on your side of the road picking up after the guys, and he saw them throw a can and it was about to hit you and it just… he just… he caught it. No one knows how and it was such a bossin thing to do, it was like in those cheesy movies where the guy saves the girl from getting hit in the face with a ball except minus the diving jump and the slow motion, but STILL (and it’ll literally never happen again, because this guy is kind of uncoordinated and I’m honestly amazed that it happened even this once)

-          So he says across the street to them ‘Guys, you almost hit this poor girl, behave

-          And then he turns to you to apologize for them, but he kind of pauses for a minute and then smiles a little because oh… she’s… cute…

-          ‘Sorry about them, I’ve been trying to get them to stop… I don’t know if I… can’ he says chuckling kind a nervously and holding up the soda can he caught as he laid out the terrible pun

-          You couldn’t help but chuckle a little at his quirkiness, and he was cute, and just had this wholesome feel in spite of the fact that he hung with the bad boys, and you couldn’t help but smile because he seemed so caring

-          So you said ‘It’s fine, it was a soft drink anyway, I’m sure it wouldn’t have hurt too bad.’

-          And he laughed good naturedly and it was a little awkward but kind of sweet because you were exchanging puns with a complete stranger and that was nifty

-          And he, being the friendly guy that he is, decided ‘hey, she seems cute, and sweet, and we have extra sodas, and these boys are being insufferable rn, why not offer her one and wind down?’

-          So that’s what he does, and you say yes, because after all, it was mid-day, and it wasn’t super busy but there were other people around so it was safe enough

-          So you stuck around and talked, he told you about the boys and how they met, and the music that they did together when they weren’t getting into trouble, and he asked you about your hobbies, and job, and school, and you just talked

-          For like an hour

-          Before the other boys were ready to go, and they shouted at Jin “Hey, say goodbye to your new girlfriend, lets go get food!’

-          And Jin chuckled kind of awkwardly, and so did you, and after a moment of silence of you two kind of just standing there, he says ‘Hey listen, if you want to do meet again we come out here most Saturday afternoons, so we’ll be here next week, if you, I don’t know… want to… do this again’

-          So you kind of mull over it for a week

-          And by the time the next Saturday rolls around, you still haven’t really decided

-          But oh darn, would you look at that, you’re out of doritos

-          And naturally, you can’t go a day without doritos

-          And, I mean, you could just go to the grocery store down the street…

-          Or you could walk for ten extra minutes both ways and go to the convenience store with the worse selection

-          And I mean, so what if it just happens to be the same one that you met that guy Jin outside of, and where he said he probably would be today, and I mean you weren’t sure but you felt like they were having a sale on doritos or something last week, so maybe you could get a second bag for like 50% off, and that was totally worth an extra twenty minutes of walking in this kind of chilly weather, right?

-          And SO WHAT if you happened to run into him again, right? It’s not like that was your plan, it would just be a funny coincidence and maybe you’d stay and chat… just, for like, a minute or forty

-          So you walk there and OH WOW what a surprise

-          ‘Oh hey! It’s good to see you again? Shopping?’ He smiles as he asks you

-          ‘oh, yeah, just needed some doritos.’

-          ‘Let me get you a lot better than doritos. There’s a coffee place down the block, we can go for a cup if you want.’

-          And that’s how it starts

-          You trade numbers after coffee, and you text a lot, and Saturday afternoons becomes official date time for you guys. You start to go out more and more often in between as well, but Saturday afternoon, you always go to that coffee shop

-          And he always insists on paying for you every time, and he’s such a gentleman, which feels out of place with the leather jacket and the people he hangs with, but it’s also nice

-          And as you get to know the guys as well, you help him keep them out of trouble

-          And they’re not bad kids, they just need some chaperoning on occasion

-          So as you roam around the city, he stands on the outside of the sidewalk, with his hand on your back, or with his fingers intertwined with yours, leaving the occasional kiss on your temple whenever the mood moves him

-          On those two nights a week after your work or school when he comes over for you guys to eat dinner and watch dramas (your relationship is filled with habits), he loves to cook for you, and he’ll teach you the recipes he knows, and then while you’re relaxing on the couch, he’ll sing to you in his sweet voice

-          Mmmhmm such a bad boy

-          But someone’s gotta take care of the other boys, and now that you two are dating, that’s just double the mama power to handle the job