I didn't think it would take me that long to finish this one

cinderella: redo

so i was watching cinderella while doing my nails and waiting for them to dry which was clearly a Mistake because now i can’t help but think -

the evil stepmother was always evil, okay. say her abuse of her own daughters was different than that of cinderella’s - but it was still abuse. giving them impossible expectations, telling them they were never good enough, never pretty enough, never smart enough. and then she gets married, and anastasia and drizella are ecstatic because this man seems kind and warm and maybe just maybe he can temper their mother, maybe with him around she won’t be so cruel. so they’re on their very best behavior in the beginning, they do just as their mother taught - they trot out their best upper court manners in an attempt to get their new stepfather to like them. but it just comes off as cold and snooty and they’re trying, they are, they’re just bad at it. and they see how he is with cinderella, the smiling girl their own age, and they are jealous. they don’t mean to be, they try not to be, they know it isn’t becoming of young ladies. but she gets hugs and kisses and affection and they get rulers slapped on their hands when they reach for desert and sharp jabs to their sides when they slouch and - soon they hate cinderella, not for anything she’s done, but for what she has and they dont

but then her father dies. and it’s all a tumble of things and cinderella is crying and they’ve lost their only chance at escaping their mother’s clutches and it’s terrible. and everything settles and there’s no reason to be jealous anymore but resentment is hard to let go of and they don’t know what to do. they’re only kids too after all. and they’re so terribly bad at comforting people, they can do flowery words and know all the right bows but cinderella is so sad and they just don’t know what to do with that, because they’re supposed to be sisters but they’re not even friends

and slowly but surely their mother starts abusing cinderella, starts making her a maid in her own home, and she’s their mother, what are anastasia and drizella supposed to do? she rules them with an iron fist, and cinderella doesn’t even like them anyway, it’s none of their business.

except one night anastasia crawls into her sister’s bed in the middle of the night and wakes her up. “i was thirsty,” she explains, eyes wide and shiny, and they’re bad at this with other people but drizella has no problems with pulling anastasia into her arms. the younger girl clutches her sister and continues, “i was thirsty and i went down to the kitchen to get some water and - and cinderella is still up! she’s doing the dishes, and she should be asleep, mom is going to make her make breakfast in the morning and -” she cuts herself off with a hiccup and whispers, “it’s not fair.”

“life isn’t fair,” drizella says, echoing one of their mother’s favorite phrases. but her sister is staring at her with wet eyes, and it’s not like their mother is likely to get up before sunrise anyway, she hates waking up, so she pulls herself and anastasia out of bed and off they go.

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On February 1st John wakes up to find that Sherlock’s half of the bed is empty, and on his pillow is a single lavender rose.  He smiles softly, picks it up, and presses his nose into the petals.

The following day John finds two of the same flower, their stems cut quite short, waiting for him in his favorite mug when he goes to make tea.  He doesn’t ask Sherlock about it yet, and Sherlock acts as if nothing is different.

On February 3rd there are three lavender roses waiting for John.  One is resting in his left shoe; another is tucked inside his jacket pocket; the third he finds on the doorknob when he’s on his way out.  He puts them on his desk at work and thinks about texting Sherlock for an explanation.  But he doesn’t.  Not yet.

Four roses find their way onto the mantlepiece.

Five are found nestled in John’s chair late in the evening on February 5th.

Six are discovered the following morning, wrapped neatly together with ribbon, in the refrigerator.  Still, neither of them say a word.

It isn’t until the 7th of February–when John finds seven lavender roses, cut from their stems, floating in a bowl of water on the kitchen table–that John’s curiosity gets the better of him.  He’s not much for computers, but he knows how to use google at least.  The results make his head feel light.

Eight roses decorate the sitting room in various spots.

Nine are placed into various beakers and tubes.

Ten litter the surface of the sofa all day on February 10th.  They avoid sitting there all day, but neither of them mentions it.

On February 11th there are eleven roses lining the doorframe of Baker Street.

The 12th brings a bouquet to John’s office where he switches them out for the three that have begun to wilt but that he was unwilling to remove.

Thirteen roses hang from the ceiling of their bedroom the following day.  John isn’t quite sure how Sherlock managed that without waking him, but he lays there for almost half an hour, just watching them sway back and forth.

John comes home from work on the 14th of February and finds lavender rose petals scattered up and down the seventeen steps of 221B.  If he had to guess he would say there were enough petals for fourteen roses.  His chest constricts, and he takes the steps slowly, a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

He expects to find Sherlock waiting for him, but when he reaches the top he finds the door to the sitting room closed, a note taped to it.  Sherlock’s untidy scrawl reads, You know where to find me.

And John does.  He’s back down the stairs and out the door in seconds, and for once it seems he’s got Sherlock’s luck on his side as a taxi rolls to a stop when he flings out his hand.

The lab at St. Bart’s hasn’t changed much since the day they met, and it’s a bit like walking into the past when John pushes the door open to find Sherlock waiting for him in the same exact spot he had been when John had first seen him.  Only this time John isn’t limping.  And this time Sherlock is holding a single lavender rose instead of a pipette, and his gaze is soft and warm as it settles on John.

“Knew you’d get it,” he says, his eyes crinkling with his smile.

John walks toward him, taking his time even though his heart is pounding.  It’s ridiculous, he thinks, because they’ve been together for months now.  “I’m smarter than I look,” he says, unable to keep from smiling in return.  He stops about a foot away, nodding toward the rose in Sherlock’s hand.  “Isn’t that cheating?”

Sherlock shakes his head.  “You see, but you do not observe,” he says, a mischievous glint in his eyes.  He steps closer, holding the flower up between them.  “There were only thirteen on the steps.  This is number fourteen.”

John steps closer and reaches out to touch the petals, letting his hand slip down until his fingers ghost over Sherlock’s.  “I looked it up, you know. Lavender rose.”

“I know,” Sherlock says, his smile widening.  “On the seventh.  I was surprised you held out for so long.”

John can’t help laughing.  “I’m not even going to ask how you knew.”  

He plucks the rose from Sherlock’s fingers and sets it gingerly on the counter beside them, removing the delicate barrier between them so that he can step into Sherlock’s space and draw him down for a soft, slow kiss.  Sherlock’s hands cup his face, his thumbs stroking along the sharp edges of his jaw, and John clings to fistfuls of Sherlock’s shirt at his waist.

When he pulls away it’s only enough so that he can speak, and his lips brush Sherlock’s with every word.  “Love at first sight,” he whispers, and he frees one hand to touch the petals of the lavender rose beside them.  “And you always said I was the romantic.”

Sherlock kisses him again, lingering for a long, sweet moment.  “I thought you should know the truth.  The whole of it.  How long I’ve loved you.”

Something in John’s chest aches, and he spends long, drawn-out moments pressing his lips to Sherlock’s, murmuring his I love yous into his mouth, hoping that it will be enough, that Sherlock will understand that he’s been loved since the moment John saw him in this very lab so many years ago.


Later that night–after Sherlock has led them home, after John has pressed him against the sheets, after countless kisses and touches and soft, pleading words–later, they sit together in front of the fire, half-clothed, legs tangled together, and press the single lavender rose in between the pages of a heavy book.  And when they’ve finished, John takes Sherlock by the hand and leads him back to bed.

Dog Days Are Over

Summary: You were already having a bad day, and then in walks Mr. Perfect and his best friend’s puppy. Oh, and he needs you to hurry because he’s got a blind date tonight, and he’s really nervous.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2,993

Author’s Note: Do you know how long this has been in my drafts? Anyways, here’s more fluff. Sorry I’ve been the Ebeneezer Scrooge of fluff, but I can’t help it that I’m a cynical, angsty bitch who likes to make people suffer.

Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

There were certain rules to being a veterinary technician.

Number one, waterproof mascara and eyeliner always! When the customer cries, you cry. Number two, carry a lint roller on you at all times; it’s best to get the pocket-sized one, because Mr. Twinkles sheds a lot! Number three, iron your scrubs! And it’s probably best to keep an extra pair in your car, because Mrs. Comier’s Jack Russell likes to pee on people.

Even though you knew these rules by heart, and you followed them every single day of your work-life, today was an exception. It was just one of those days that absolutely nothing- no matter how hard you tried- was going right. You were covered in fluffy cat hairs, Mrs. Comier’s Jack Russell peed on your leg twice, and you had run out of waterproof mascara; so when Mr. Langley brought in his thirteen year old Labrador to put her down, he cried, and so you cried, and in the end you looked like the raccoon that liked to sneak into the office dumpsters at closing.

Today just wasn’t your day.

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the-dark-is-my-home  asked:

What about a switch??? Jimin is the tattoo artist instead (cuz jimin with tattoos 😍😍😍)and Jungkook is a shy bunny that thinks "i should get a tattoo". Yoongi has connections (cuz i imagine him with tattoos sometimes and its just 😍) then Jk gets scared shitless the last minute but forgets everything when he sees Jm

  • “You would look soooo good with a tattoo right here, Kook” says Taehyung, pointing at the younger’s collarbone.
  • “You know I’m scared on needles!” Jungkook pushes him away laughing.
  • “You’re a grown ass men and you are scared of needles? Awww such a babyyy” teases the other. “I’M NOT A BABY!”


  • A few week later, Jungkook is standing in front of one of the most famous tattoo studios in Seul, cluthing a piece of paper to his chest.
  • “hello, how can I help you?” a blue-haired boy is looking at him with a sharp gaze that makes his stomach twirl.
  • “Uhm yeah… Uh… I want a tattoo…?” oh god, what is getting himself into? Tae I’m gonna kill you if I survive.
  • “Oh, you have to  talk with Jiminie then. I’m the piercier. Yoongi. Nice to meet you…?”
  • “Jungkook.” he shakes the incredibly warm hand of the man.


  • “So, where do you want your tattoo?” a lovely boy asks him. Holy shit. This guy looks way to angelic to work in this place. To be  the owner of this place.
  • “Uh… on my collarbone. See, my friend Taehyung said that they’re my charming point so..” “Yeah, they’re nice, but I think your eyes are way more charming.” wait. Is he trying to flirt?
  • “I’m sorry, I tend to talk too much when I’m nervous” Jungkook plays with the hem of his yellow sweatshirt, such an odd contrast with the black of the room.
  • “No worries, we are not gonna do the tattoo today so you can relax” Jimin is smiling at him from behind his desk, pushing back his orange hair and showing the geometric figures on his arm. “Can I see the drawing you want to tattoo?”
  • Jungkook hands him the piece of paper,feeling the cold point of the other’s middle finger. A spark runs through his back.
  • “It’s nice… did you draw this?” Jimin asked, following with his eyes the delicate lines of the lunar phases impressed on the paper. “Yeah” he answered.
  • “Impressive. Come here next friday at 6 pm. I know it’s late but I’m really excited about this tattoo, so I’m gonna do it after the closing hour.” with that, Jimin said goodbye to a very nervous - and a little whipped- Jungkook.


  • “So you’re an art major? No wonders this drawing is so good” the orage haired guy tries to distract him from what’s about to happen.
  • “Yeah… I really love the moon. I love it so much that I’m getting it tattooed.” Jimin laughed, and that sound made the younger’s heart combust: such a beautiful sound, coming from a beautiful person.
  • “Well… maybe you could work here? Not tattoing but just drawing… you know… easy stuff” Jungkook scoffed “I’m sorry, you probably don’t have the time to do that. It’s just that it’s been a long time since I’ve seen such a talented hand.”
  • “I’ll take your offer in consideration, Jimin”
  • “Jimin Hyung” corrected said gy, turning on the machine.
  • Jungkook can feel his heart beating so fast it might explode. Or stop. That’s how I’m gonna die, in a fucking tattoo studio so black it seems Marilyn Manson pucked inside here and with an insanely hot guy breahing on my fucking collarbone. Wait what?
  • “Calm down, Jungkookie. I know you can do this” he hears Jimin over the buzzing noise, but most importantly he feels a hand pressing on his chest and a small thumb carressing the skin there.
  • He concentrates on that hand, and not the one that’s holding a very pointy needle (FUN FACT: all the needles are pointy).
  • He can also feel the hand on his chest being lifted. “I’m sorry, I’m a really touchy person. Sorry if I made you unconfortable”
  • “Please, keep it there” Jungkook says before even thinking about it. The hand on his chest is back, and he joins it with his own, breathing deeply.
  • When his heart is back to normality, Jimin positions his hand near the younger’s collarbone, and starts working: the pain is dull, the only thing that makes him frown is that noise that can hear over his thoughts.
  • the sound, however, can’t muffle the feeling of Jimin’s breaths on his collarbone.


  • “Jungkookie! I have a work for you to do!” Jimin yells from his room, and the younger immediately stands up and walks towards it.
  • “yes?” Jimin smiles at him and signales him to take a seat next to him at his desk. Jungkook blushes.
  • “I want…” Jimin lays his head on his little hand covered in rings and looks at Jugkook through his heavy makeup “..you to draw a tattoo for me. I could do it… but I like your style better.”
  • “Jimin… I’m flattered but… I don’t know if I can… I mean I-”
  • “I’m not asking. I’m telling you to do it.” The older winks and rufflles the other’s soft hair.


  • “What??? You want me to tattoo it? No way, Jimin. What if I make a mess? What if I ruin your body?” Jungkook is definitely panicking.
  • “You’re thinking too much. Just do it. Trust me, Jungkook.”


  • “I love it” Jimin says while watching a very focused Jungkook tattoing his ribs.
  • “It’s not finished yet. Shut up. Stop talking. Stop breathing, it makes your chest move.” The orange haired laughs at it, almost making Jungkook do a line that wasn’t supposed to be there.
  • “What the fuck Jimin?? I could have make a mistake! and then you would have it for all your fucking life! Listen I can’t do it- he was definitely panicking- I can’t, I’m not a tattoo artist, I’m just an art major, I just draw, Jimin,I can’t pretend to be a tattoo artist I ca-”
  • Something soft landed on his lips and now is pressing on them. 
  • “Can you calm the fuck down?” Jimin says on his lips, breath fanning over them “I know you can do this, baby” fuck it.
  • Jungkook presses their lips together again, earning a smile from the older who’s caressing his collarbone. That collarbone.


  • Jungkook was calm through the rest of the session, focusing on Jimin’s now inked ribs, while the guy stroked his dark hair, both of them smiling and taking breaks from time to time to kiss. God bless Tae and his crazy ideas.

anonymous asked:

I was just thinking the other day...if Seven was an agent, he would have scars and stuff from his field work, right? And I was wondering how MC would react when she saw them. Do you think you can write it for me? Can it included your signature fluff and kisses and all that too <3 Sorry if it's too weird.

That’s actually an interesting idea, and I think you’re definitely right. He would. I hope this is something along the lines of what you wanted! Enjoy~


Scars were inevitable. MC knew this. Whether internal or external, everyone had them. Ultimately, they were a gift to form stronger, brighter souls that could only be culminated from the rigorous trial called life.

But he had so many of them…and she was sure that wasn’t fair.

Saeyoung remained ignorant of her wandering eyes as he continued to sleep peacefully on the loveseat. She hadn’t meant to stare, really. She was just passing by when the glimpse of a white jagged line peaked out from underneath his tank top. The one scar led to another…and to another until MC was practically creating new constellations with the faded marks.Her fingers followed her intrigue, tracing the silvery skin.

She wondered if they were from his time at the agency…or from his childhood. Both experiences were riddled with sorrow and pain–emotionally and physically. For some reason, the thought made her heart clench. It really wasn’t fair.

She was too lost in her thoughts to notice the glimpse of gold peeking out from under Saeyoung’s closed lids until it was too late. His hands darted out, grabbing her middle and flipping her onto the couch. She let out a small cry, tensing until he sandwiched her between him and the back of the seat.

His laughter almost sounded diabolical, and she shoved him back for good measure. “Saeyoung, that wasn’t funny!” she complained, pressing a hand over her pounding heart.

“It was sort of funny,” he countered, wiggling his hips victoriously. He tapped his chin and narrowed his eyes at her. “But more importantly, I believe I caught a little creeper. Why were you staring at me?”

Her cheeks burned under his sharp gaze, and despite the smirk curling his lips, she couldn’t share in his buoyancy. She tucked her hands under her head and shimmied further back into the sofa. He only inched forward in response. “I-I wasn’t staring,” she mumbled, finding great interest in the couch threads.

“No?” Saeyoung said with a tilt of his head. He propped himself on one elbow so he loomed above her. “From my calculations, a pair of gorgeous eyes were looking at me for exactly thirty seconds. That’s staring, sweetie.”

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Damn it, I need you.

Authors Note: This was requested by the prompt:
“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”  From the list of Prompts found HERE.
All prompts/ Blurbs can be found HERE
Warning: It is a bit sad, as you can assume from the sentence it started from.


He was never one to permit his emotions to show unless in the comfort of his own house, generally not even then did he grant them the opportunity to reveal very often. It was on rare occasions that you ever saw a tear escape from his precious eyes.

From the moment he received the call his body was diverted into an emotional panic state, he didn’t care that he was in the middle of signing his new contract; he didn’t care that it was impolite to answer the phone call. The minute he sensed his phone ringing he had an inkling something was wrong, something about the morning just wasn’t settling right with him.

He had left you this morning snuggled up to the warmth of the bed, he admired you peacefully sleeping, the way your hair fell messily around you, the way your hand stayed nestled under the pillow, and the way you bury yourself amongst the covers.

He had spent a little too long appreciating you this morning, he just couldn’t help it. When he did manage to wrench himself away from watching you peacefully sleep, he pressed to kiss to your forehead, whispering a swift “I love you” before forcing himself to leave the bedroom, gathering his things from downstairs before leaving to attend his meetings.

The whole way to the hospital all he could do was repeat the same sentence over and over again, “Please be okay, please be okay.” trying to hold himself together but failing as he shakes while trying to compose a text message to his sister. She was the one who always seemed to know what to do, additionally, she was also two hours closer than his Mum.

He did his best to hold it together while pacing around the waiting room, wearing the floors’ thin as he chews his lip, circling the small area without stopping to think twice. He didn’t know what to do, there was nothing for him to do but to wait for a doctor to tell him what was going on. There was nothing he wanted more than to know that you were okay, he needed comfort, he needed the reassurance that this morning wasn’t the last time that he would be able to admire you while you slept, he needed to know that all the plans the two of you had made weren’t going to be nothing but unaccomplished plans.

His eyes meet his sisters when she steps into the holding area, he doesn’t say a word, he just glances at her like a child who desperately needs to be held for a while. She doesn’t think twice before forcing him into a hug, his taller figure towering over her as she wraps her arms around her little, (not so little), brother. The minute he felt her warmth and comfort he allowed his emotions to flow, for the tears to finally settle, the tears he had been holding in since he got the call.

“I just want to know everything is okay. I knew something was wrong with the morning, but I didn’t think—I didn't—” He stutters, struggling to finish his sentence through his tears. “I didn’t think we’d end up here.” He chokes on his own words.

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Scott McCall Imagine- Alpha Affliction

“I could have killed you” you heard from across the school. “But you didn’t- not like you could anyway” you scoffed. “For once, could you just admit that you screwed up?” he sighed. “For once, could you just except that you’ve been beaten?” you returned. “Who the hell are you talking to Y/L/N?” coach asked, breaking you out of your werewolf hearing. “Christ, no need to shout” you whined, holding your head due to how loud he sounded. “Language! Don’t make me give you detention on a Monday morning” he yelled, already walking off to go and scold Greenburg, for something petty most likely. You opened your locker door and grabbed your books, you smirked into it after sensing someone familiar. You slammed it shut and the person standing behind it barely waited a second before beginning to grill you. “What on earth were you thinking? I’ll tell you what, you wasn't” he lectured. “Stiles, I’ve literally just gone through this with McCall” you rolled your eyes. “We both know he has a soft spot for you, but I’m telling you, stop messing with his head!” he warned, using unneeded hand gestures. “No one got hurt!” you stated. “But they could have” he issued. “But they didn't” you growled, letting your eyes flicker red for a brief second. There may have been a slight run in with yours and Scott’s pack, that turned a bit sour last night, but it turned out alright in the end. “Someone’s going to get hurt if you carry on the way you are with Scott” he told. “Are you threatening me Stilinski?” you asked, smirking with amusement. “No, but I am warning you, the worst thing you could do is break his heart. You know what happened to him in the past, if you’re looking for a weak spot, pick anything but that” he said, before walking off down the hallway. You stood there for a second and dropped your head, knowing exactly what he was talking about.

But things weren’t always like this. You didn’t ask to be an alpha and by no means did you intentionally kill someone for it. You used to be happy, you belonged to your older sister’s pack- a peaceful pack. When the Darach showered up, she needed to get your pack out of the way,  because your sister was too close to revealing Jennifer Blake for what she was. Most of you died, but you managed to survive. You had to stand and watch as the members of the pack you grew up in, screamed in agony at the wolfs bane, that made its way around their bloodstreams. You knelt beside your sister, it was the only time you had seen her cry. You took as much of her pain as you could, but there was no hope. You closed your eyes and allowed your sobs to be muffled by your hand that covered your mouth. “Please- It hurts” she begged. “I cant” you said, shaking your head as tears fell from your cheeks. “Please” she begged once more. You couldn’t watch her struggle for breath, when she had been so powerful in life. The one person you didn’t want to lose- was now begging for you to end her life. You cradled her motionless body in your arms, feeling the pain she felt. “I’m sorry” you whispered, before taking her life in one brisk movement. You screamed and sobbed for hours afterwards, until the remaining pack members had to pry you off of her body. You hated your red eyes, but hated the blue that hid under them even more. You lost you sister- your best friend that day. But you couldn’t grieve forever, with your remaining strength you held the pack together until it grew in size and power. However, what happened that day changed you. Your personality included, you could tell people missed the old you, in fact you did too but some things are unavoidable in life, and this was one of them.

“I’ll see you later” you said to one of your pack members, before you went your separate ways. You checked the time on your phone, it was half nine and you had only just left school. Long story short, you had been on alpha duty all day, trying to prevent your pack from killing Scott’s. You even had to stay and wait for Lacrosse practice to finish, because of a few of them being on the same team as the others. You put your phone in your back pocket and crossed your arms to try and preserve a little more heat because you had a long walk home and only a thin leather jacket on, wolf heat or not it was absolutely freezing out. You walked for about ten minutes until you let out a loud sigh in frustration. “Are you still not done following me Scott?” you shouted, proceeding to walk. All of a sudden you felt someone next to you. “How did you know?” he asked, in both curiously and embarrassment. You simply glowed your eyes red at him, surely he knew you’d be able to smell his scent and hear his heartbeat, considering you’re a werewolf and all. “Oh right” he mumbled as your eyes faded back to their usual colour. “So are you going to tell me why you’re stalking me?” you asked, tilting your head. “I wouldn’t call it stalking” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m pretty sure that’s what the Sheriffs Department would call it, oh wait it doesn’t actually matter, I’m sure your father in law will let you off with it” you said incredibly sarcastically. “How many times do I have to tell you? Stiles is not my overprotective boyfriend!” he raised his voice, meaning it echoed through the empty streets. You stared at him, trying to keep a straight face after hearing him sound like a seven year old boy. It didn’t last long until you both burst out laughing at the same time. “Woah, has the ice queen melted?” he asked, referring to how he’d only ever seen you scoff and smirk bitchily after becoming an alpha. “Not quite” you said shortly, as both of your laughs came to a stop. “No seriously though, why are you following me?” you questioned, killing the somewhat friendly mood in seconds. “And there she is” he mumbled. You simply raised your eyebrows, waiting for an answer. “Stiles thinks you’re up to something and I came to find out what” he accidently told. “Figures it would be him, he hates me” you whined. “Why would you think that?” he asked, putting his hands in his jacket pockets. You just gave him a blank expression, followed by an eye roll, Stiles made his dislike pretty obvious. “I’m sure if he got to know you more, he’d change his mind” he tried to convince. “I’ve known you all for most of my life; you, Stiles, Lydia and I’ve met you all across the years, Kira, Malia, Liam - Allison” your voice cracked on the final name. “ I mean the new you, you’ve changed and it’s something that needs to be accepted, rather than ignored” he tried to sympathise. “Don’t try to understand Scott, you have no idea what it’s like” you claimed, stopping still. “My first love died in my arms, because I dragged everyone into the supernatural world. I did that, me!” he also stopped and raised his voice, in built up emotion rather than anger. “I had to kill my own sister Scott, it isn’t a competition of who’s life is the shittest!” you matched his volume. “But look at yourself, you’re too busy hating the world for what its done to you, that you didn’t realise, and still don’t realise that all we’ve ever tried to do is help you” he ranted. “I have no one Scott. All I had was her and when she died, she took a part of me, a part I’ll never get back- and no one was truly there for me when I was hurting, I still am hurting.  So forgive me, for not being the optimistic idiot I used to be” you retort. “You pushed us away, we tried to help you but you wouldn’t let us. Look, I’m sorry about your sister and I wished we could of helped you- but you cant carry on like this”  he said, a lot softer. “Carry on like what?” your volume remained loud and aggressive. “You cant carry on being a temperamental physco- like a ticking time-bomb” he regretted saying it, the second he finished speaking. “Watch me” you replied laconically. You proceeded to walk off, before Scott saw the tears that welled up in your eyes.

“I’m going to kill him” you growled, eyes glowing red. “Who?” one of your pack members asked, slightly amused. You weren’t the only one to change that day, your peaceful pack became one of challenge, confrontation and one to be feared. You weren’t psychotic murderers, but by no means were you all innocent. You paced back and forth, In the apartment building that you shared with most of your pack. “Scott McCall” you claimed, through gritted teeth. “Do it” another spoke, biting into an apple. “No one is killing anyone” another stated rationally. “What did he even do?” someone asked. You stopped still for a second and actually thought about it, putting your anger aside. You thought about the past, you remembered everything that had faded from your memory, due to your hatred and hurt clouding your vision. Scott watched one of his closest friends change into a dark and manipulative Alpha. He knew you were just trying to protect and build a pack, but he knew that you were losing yourself along the way. You remember ignoring Stiles’ calls, skipping lunches with Lydia, pretending not to see Allison in the street and you remembered telling Scott that you never wanted to speak to him again. Telling Stiles that you weren’t interested in his dumb plans anymore, telling Lydia that you didn’t care about her pointless guy stories, telling Allison that you needed time for yourself. You did push them away. You were hurting, but you were also hurting them. It was too late to apologise to Allison, to tell her that you needed her, to say goodbye- but it wasn’t too late for the others. “Omg” you mumbled, at your sudden realisation. “What?” one of your member’s asked. “Excuse me” you simply replied, pushing past them and through the front door.

You stretched out your knuckles, as though you were going to knock on the door but then quickly moved your hand away again. You had been pacing back and forth, outside of Scott’s house for about ten minutes. You just didn’t quite know what you were going to say, or why you were even there. You then decided to live by the 5 second life rule, so you quickly knocked on the door and waited nervously for what was next. When you didn’t receive a response, you figured it was late and he may have been asleep or with his Pack. You placed your weight on the door, to focus your hearing on his house, just to check if he was ignoring you. That was when the door swung open and you fell into his house. “Ouch” you mumbled, not expecting it. You looked, expecting to see Scott with a confused expression on his face, when you were met with nothing. Why would Scott, a true alpha leave his door unlocked? You stood up and brushed yourself off, before slowly walking around his house. You figured you might as well wait for him, considering you were already there and all. You reminisced, looking at the house that was once familiar to you. You stood in the doorframe of his kitchen, when you heard a heartbeat approach the front door. They stopped, before hesitantly pushing the door open. You were met by Scott, his eyes glowing red and his fangs retracted. You simply switched the light switch beside you on, and smirked to yourself. “What the hell Y/n?” he asked in surprise, his face returning to normal. “Hey Scotty” you smiled, it was what you used to call him when you were younger. He looked at you hesitantly, not sure if you were plotting your revenge from your altercation earlier. “God Scott, don’t look so on edge” you sighed. He threw his motorbike key on the side of the couch and took his jacket off. “What can I help you with?” he asked, uncertain. “I just wanted to say that I’m sorry” you said reluctantly, but honestly. Scott flashed a non-intentional smile- he was smug. Who would have thought that you would have been the one to back down from your stupid feud. “I accept your apology” he simply returned. “What? Just like that?” you asked, not sure as to what the catch was. “Y/n, I’ve always been here for you and I always will. I was just waiting for you to finally realise that” he spoke softly, taking a step closer to you. You stood up, no longer leaning your weight against the doorframe. “I shouldn’t have treated you all like shit, especially not you” you dropped your head. Scott delicately brought your head back up. “It’s okay to be hurt Y/n, but you need your friends. Lydia, Stiles-” he began to list off. “And you” you finished for him, staring into his kind brown eyes. “Yeah-” he simply whispered, and with that he leant down and pressed his lips to yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him tightly against you. You were now leaning the back on the doorframe, as he deepened the kiss. You were that lost in the moment, that neither of you heard the front door open. “Finally” Lydia accidently praised out loud, immediately covering her mouth afterwards. You and Scott slowly broke away, smiling at one another. You then both proceeded to turn to look at the full living room, both giving a small laugh of embarrassment. “That was hot” Malia approved. You looked at them all awkwardly, it was the first time you had been together with everyone like this. Malia and Kira were smiling, you didn’t know them that well but you knew you would instantly get along with them. As much as you neglected Lydia, she still stood there with pride and a beaming smile at the thought of her two best friends together. Liam looked more awkward than you, but you could already tell that he was sweet and someone you wanted to protect at all costs. You then glanced to the back of them, seeing Stiles with a straight look on his face. Your smile dropped as he approached the two of you slowly. “We’re having our weekly Pack Pizza Party, would you be interested in joining us?” he asked excitedly, with a genuine smile on his face. You relaxed and returned it, pulling him into a long awaited hug. “Ill take that as a yes” he laughed brightly, issuing to Lydia who was about to call and order them. She didn’t even have to ask for your order, it was as if you had never left them. Your friends then continued to start setting up the movie, drinks, blankets and snacks for you all. You walked over to Scott, with a sweet smile formed on your lips. He put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you close to him. “I missed this” you breathed. “We missed you” he replied, kissing you on your forehead. Although some of the members had changed, the friendship and love that kept you all together was still the same. You wanted to protect your pack, but it was time to put yourself first for once too. No more fighting, no more rivalry. It was time to focus on the new chapter in your life, which had a much brighter outcome.

anonymous asked:

how about MC couldn't get a present for the twins (probably because they didn't tell her it was their birthday), so MC puts on a bow and tell them she will be their gift? it's up to you if this is smutty or not?

Countdown to the Cake: 2


MC as a bithday gift


Saeyoung

“Oh MC~~ you missed a spot!” Saeyoung points and smiles teasingly.

“Saeyoung, I’m tired, I’m hungry, my clothes are wet and I look like a mess. Don’t you think it’s enough?”

“MC… I’m kind enough to help you clean my babies in my birthday and that’s how you pay me? Oh… I guess people like me aren’t meant to have a happy birthday after all…” he says dramatically, you roll your eyes.

“You’re just taking advantage of me! I told you I was gonna be your gift, not your maid or…” oh no, you should not have used that word, you look at him and his eyes gleam mischievously.

“Yes, you’re right… and your clothes are all wet, maybe you should change? I might have some spare clothes for you…”

How did you end up here? Oh yeah…  it was this morning, you dropped by to grab the HBC bags he promised you and smelled something burning in the kitchen.

“Shit! My birthday cake!”

“Why were you doing birthday cake?”

“For my birthday, obviously!”

“Your birthday? When is your birthday, Saeyoung?”

“June 11th

“Do you mean today?” he nodded, then sighed in frustration, looking at the amount of black burnt dough. “Now what will I have for my birthday?”

You felt bad for him… “Well, you…  you can have me!” you stated, smiling nervously and hoping he wouldn’t take this in the wrong way… “I’ll be… you birthday gift! We can do whatever you want!”

When you said that, you were expecting he would want to hang out in the amusement park or in an arcade, how could you imagine he would want you to help him wash his cars? And how could you imagine he would turn into this sadistic evil little monster throwing water in you on purpose?

So now, here you are changing to a freaking maid costume, of course those would be the only spare clothes he would have for you! You just hope he doesn’t ask for nothing weird like speaking in a French accent or something like this.

“Come out, MC! I wanna see you…~” he smiles teasingly, but his smile fades away as you timidly step out of his room. “MC… you look…”

“Pathetic, I know.” Not what he was thinking of at all… oh god… you looked adorable and… sexy… and the tiara with a little bow on it made you really resemble a birthday gift.

He looks away, blushing. You look down, feeling ridiculous. Why this silence right now? You two never have a problem finding interests in common and subjects to talk about, the deepest and meaningful conversations or the silliest and weirderst ones, you two can always feel a true connection.

“Can we finish polishing the cars?” you ask, finally gathering some courage to look at him.

“Y-yeah, le-let’s do it…” he doesn’t look back at you.

The polishing is torture, he is trying to focus, but it’s impossible as you bent down in one of the cars to polish its hood, your skirt is so short! His hands works in circles, but only then he realizes there is no car, he is polishing the air, looking at you, his mouth ajar.

“I finished this one, Saeyoung, do you want some help?” he is still staring and doesn’t answer. “Saeyoung?” you look at him, curious.

“It’s good, MC… you did a great job… you look… great, you… are… great…” he gulps when you start walking towards him.

“I… am?” you tilt your head and smile. “Saeyoung?”

“Yeah?”

“Why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday before?”

“I… I don’t know. I’m just very used to spend this day alone. I… didn’t know if I could tell you, I still have these habits of not telling much about me to people I… like.” your heart flutter, is he trying to confess? Oh… You knew there was more behind this tease sadistic side of him.

“You could have told me. I would have known what to do for you.” You come really close, he can feel your breath against his face.

“I think you know exactly what you’re doing right now, MC.” He says, his eyes following your lips with lust.

“Only if you know what to do next.”

He smirks before attacking your lips, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you even closer. Your tongues dance together as you two trip in your own feet till the back of your knees meet the car’s hood, making you sit.

His tongue travels down you moth to your jaw, making you spread your legs to bring him closer as he kisses your neck, the hand which was holding you tight against him goes a little up, reaching for the zipper in the maid dress.

“H-Happy birthday, Saeyoung…”

“Oh, for the very fisrt time in a long time, it will be…” he says breathlessly, making you lie in the car’s hood as his body keeps pressed against yours.



Saeran

Saeyoung was busy for the day and asked you to pick Saeran in the therapy. He usually would get back quieter than usual after the sessions. Although it concerned you and made you wonder if the therapy was really helping, you wouldn’t say anything in order to get him even more nervous.

“Hey, how was it?”

“Fine.” Yes, that’s what he usually says.

“Okay, wanna get some ice cream?”

“No, not today.” Oh… that was weird… he never turned down ice cream.

“Okay… so I’ll take you home.”

“I wanna go to your place.” He says, looking away, you can’t help feeling surprise. “What? Something wrong?”

“No, not at all. It’s just… you never want to go to my place without Saeyoung.”

“Today it’s different.” Then he looks at you, and even though you don’t know why, how can you say no?

You get home and tell him to make himself comfortable. He sits in the couch and starts messing with his phone.

“So, uhm… your therapist… how is she?”

“She’s okay, I guess. Why?”

“I don’t know, it’s just…  I don’t know much about her, that’s all.”

“She’s fine, she says some weird stuff sometimes, but I don’t hate her.” Wow, okay, so maybe he likes her, that’s good. “Do you have cupcakes? I want cupcakes.”

“I don’t, but… maybe I can try to make a few. Do you want to help me?”

“Fine.”

You put on your apron and help him with his, he looks slightly embarrassed when you almost hug him as you tie a bow in the apron. You start working on making the cupcakes, and and now you are waiting to take it out of the oven.

“So… if you don’t mind me asking, why cupcakes? Why not ice cream?”

“She says I need to do different things in special days, so I can feel the difference and know what’s special and what’s not, some bullshit like that.” Some bullshit he’s listening to.

“Oh… so today is a special day, huh?” why could that be?

“Yeah, Saeyoung even got me a present. Though he’s always giving me presents, I don’t know what changes just because it’s our birthday. Can you put sprinkles in the frosting? Will you do some frosting?” you blink a couple of times, staring at him. “I guess not, then…”

“Saeran… today it’s your birthday?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Oh, it’s just… I didn’t know.”

“Of course you didn’t, I didn’t tell you.” Well, yeah… that’s the point. You look really embarrassed, clearing your throat and avoiding his gaze. “What’s wrong?”

“I… nothing. I… am sorry, I didn’t know, I… didn’t get you anything. I thought this was just a regular day. I mean, I’ve been wondering when your birthday would be and what could I get you, but… I could never imagine it was today…”

“It’s fine. So, uhm… what did you think about getting me for a gift?”

“I… here’s the thing, I… couldn’t think of anything, so I was… wondering about offering myself as your gift. You know… going to anywhere you want to go, do what you would like to do for the day, stupid cheesy things that, now that I come to think of it, are awf…” he grabs your chin and makes you look at him.

“I’ll take it.” You blush, so does he. Now you wonder how long it’s gonna take for him to let you go and get all flustered and weird, but… he doesn’t. He keeps looking at you, and his face is getting closer, and closer… you close your eyes in anticipation and… the timer dings, indicating the baked cupcakes are ready.

You two get away from each other, both really embarrassed and giving these quick glances to each other. Well, maybe this is a sign to not make bold moves like that, he’s not ready for this kind of relationship.

You two start working on the frosting, he’s so focused and dedicated, it’s absolutely adorable. He looks at you, mimicking everything you do. It’s been like this in almost everything, he’s always looking up for you in order to act as normal as possible. Your eyes lock to his, and you’ll think t’s going to be one of those moments, but he starts chuckling, you look at him confused.

“It’s just… you have something in your face.” Oh yeah… there’s some frosting in your cheek, you didn’t bother to clean because you were trying to finish this. “Let me get that for you.” You think he’ll wipe it off with his fingers, but your breath hitches when he leans closer and licks it off your face. “Yummy” he says, smiling softly. Today really is a different day, huh?



You can see the other days here!

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If there was a physical representation of an alpha male it would be the man sitting in front of you. Negan was everything a woman could ask for or even hope for in the apocalypse, he was strong, fearless and king of one of the largest communities you had ever seen.

He was brutal and practical.

Not to mention handsome as hell, he was like the devil himself.

Tempting and terrifying.

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The Keys

Requested: Could you maybe write an imagine where Y/N ex boyfriend brings back the house key he had for Y/N apartment and Shawn is there. But Shawn didn’t know he had a key in first place and because he never got a key he is all jealous and pissed yells at Y/N? I hope that makes sense. Really appreciate your writings! Love only!

Your name: submit What is this?

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After showering, you walk back into your living room with your hair still damp, but thrown into a messy bun. Shawn is over, so the two of you are planning to have a lazy night in. Since he has some time off, you’re finally getting to spend time together. You walk into to the living room to find that Shawn isn’t there where you left him. You can hear voices coming from the hall leading to the front door. One of them you recognize immediately as Shawn’s of course, but the other one sounds familiar too, and you wonder who would be at the door. Shawn’s frame is blocking the entire doorway, so you can’t see who’s at the door, but when you get closer you can hear the other person speaking. “Can you tell her I’m sorry I didn’t call?” Your ex-boyfriend says to Shawn. As much as you want to know what the conversation is about and why he stopped by in the first place, you don’t really want to walk into a conversation between your ex and your current boyfriend, so you stop and backtrack before either of them see you.

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wildernessuntothemselves  asked:

Girl you got me fucked up! Cats And Dogs is so fucking hot! I'm a hoe for hybrid!au and the whole heat/crazy hot lust thing. I'm very glad you didn't make tae take advantage of the OC. That was very thoughtful of you. With that said can you please MAKE THEM DO THE DO!!! POSSIBLY WHEN ONE OF THEM IS IN HEAT??? I'LL BE YOUR SLAVE FOR LIFE!!!! jk I would hate to pressure you I'm just thirsty af. I'm so excited for the kink thing 💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻

i’m blushing real hard rn.  

tbh i was going to make them fuck, but then i ran out of stamina.  i tend to do that a lot where i write and write and write and then all the way at the end i just lose all energy and put in a cop-out ending.  

no worries!  i dont feel pressured.  thank you for being considerate though!

I don’t know if I can do a whole scenario about it, but here’s how I picture it:

You finish your internship just before Taehyung’s heat.  After being away for more than two months on assignment, you’re anxious to get back to your puppy.  

On the flight home you browse through your gallery at all your message downloads, smiling fondly at the sheer number of dick pics Taehyung sent you to “tide you over” until you got home.  They have a special place in your album next to your collection of his silly faces and handsome, full-body shots.  

Technically, you’re coming home a little earlier than usual, so you decide to surprise him.  

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Love me do

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Request:jhello!! i love your writings and i was wondering if you could do a angsty peter x reader writing based off of the seven minutes in heaven scene from Riverdale?-  @lukesxmermaid

AN: I LOVE RIVERDALE AND I LOVED THIS REQUEST SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG! So I decided to mix this scene and this other one for the request! Hope you guys enjoy! Also little rambing I’ve been feeling like writting is a duty rather tha a hobby lately, so I’m very sorry if I dont upload as regular, but also school just started so I’m trying to work things out

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Masterlist

Originally posted by peterparkerimagine

As Y/n listened to the loud music and watched everybody drinking and dancing she felt out of place. She knew she probably looked that way as well. She thought maybe coming to the party would be fun, after all, Michelle and Ned were supposed to be here as well, but who she really came here for was Peter.

They’d been best friends for as long as she could remember, living next door to each other, walking to school and back home together, having sleepovers and so on. Everything was perfect between them, but of course Y/n had to fall like a fool for her best friend.

Anyways, she had arrived to the party, and had been hiding in the bathroom for 20 minutes, while the other 10 she had been standing in a corner pretending to have fun and eating chips. Finally she spotted her three friends coming into sight. They probably came together after decathlon practice.

“Hey Y/n! You’ve been here long?”

“Not much” she lied as she talked to Michelle. “Just got here”

“We would’ve arrived earlier, but someone couldn’t decide on what to wear” Ned rolled his eyes as Peter blushed. They were obviously talking about him.

“Guys! Seriously I didn’t even take that long!”

“Well, you ended up looking great, doesn’t he look handsome y/N?” Michelle questioned, a knowing smirk on her face.

Michelle was the first and only person Y/n told about her crush for Peter, and she was always looking for ways to push the two of them together, although it hadn’t worked very well in previous occasions.

“I mean- yeah umm, you look good”

“You really think I look good?”

The girl’s cheeks blushed as tried to look for words. Peter look at her with curiosity in his face, making her quickly look away. Why did her heart had to race up that much every time he saw her?

Before she could answer they were interrupted, as Flash threw his arms on both of their necks.

“C’mon lovebirds, we’re going into the sitting room to play a little game, and you’re all in”

He dragged Peter and Ned as Michelle and I seated across the room, next to Liz.

“Ughh I hate Flash! If he hadn’t interrupted outside you would’ve probably had made some progress with Peter”

“Let’s be honest MJ, Flash or not I wouldn’t have told Pete anything, I just can't”

“Why not? I’m pretty sure he likes you just as much!”

“But what if he doesn’t?”

Flash cleared his throat as he got a bottle in his hands and starting explaining the game’s rules, as if not everybody knew them already.

“We’re going to play 7 minutes in heaven people! So who wants to go first? Not you Penis Parker- we know nobody wants to kiss you anyways”

Peter sank into his seat as some people tried to muffle their laughs. Michelle rolled her eyes at Flash’s immaturity and made one of her sarcastic remarks.

“Seriously Flash? Are we back at middle school or what?”

“Since you’re so eager to start, why don’t you go first?

“Whatever, give me the stupid bottle”

Michelle spinned the bottle in the middle of the table. As Y/n watched the bottle spin she thought ‘Poor Michelle, I hope she doesn’t get Flash, I can’t imagine a worst chance’ but oh god was she wrong. As the bottle got slower and slower her own nerves increased. Why was she so nervous? It wasn’t like it was her turn. But of course the bottle had to stop in front of the one boy she had feelings for, the one she actually cared about and wanted to kiss herself.

Both Michelle and Peter stared wide eyed at the bottle and then at her. She felt as if all eyes were on her, waiting for her response. Was she really that obvious? She tried to swallow the lump on her throat and gave Michelle a reassuring smile. She knew it was just a game, and besides, she trusted her. She wouldn’t kiss the boy she knew she liked.

“Well, seems like Penis Parker is actually living his first kiss today! Congrats Parker!”

“Fuck off Flash- Peter is my friend! We’re not going anywhere!”

“You know the rules Michelle, you either take him or someone I choose- wait actually, forget about it, you can take me instead, forget about Parker”

Michelle looked over at Y/n. She knew it was wrong, but she didn’t want to go with Flash either. She tried to give her best apologetic look as she stood up and took Peter’s arm, guiding him towards the nearest empty room.

Y/n looked helplessly as Peter followed her and closed the door behind them. She tried to stop her eyes from burning, but she couldn’t help it. She tried to take deep breaths and relax, but with every second that passed through she found herself wondering, what if? What if they actually did kiss? What if Peter, or even Michelle gave in? What would she do? Would she be able to handle it?

She tried to ignore what was happening behind the closed door, but Flash kept making little comments about the noises he heard. Y/n thought he was probably making things up right? He kept saying how he could hear Peter moaning Michelle’s name, but she knew that couldn’t be.

She was glad most of the time was over, only 30 seconds to go. As she started to actually relax she heard a loud noise, and soon enough Flash was giving the insight.

“Yooo! I think Peter pinned Michele to the door! Who knew Parker got it in him?”

Y/n stared wide eyes at the door. She didn’t want to believe in Flash, but she had indeed heard the noise. Just 15 more seconds. Time seemed to stop as the boy announced time was over and opened the door.

Both Peter and Michele had swollen lips, crazy hair and even though they were both staring at the floor she could see their guilty faces. She felt her eyes starting to water once again, and a pressure in her chest telling her to get away as soon as possible, before things got embarrassing for her.

Michelle tried to find her sight but she refused to do so. She didn’t want him or her to know how she felt. Y/n stood up and made her way to the exit, without glancing in their direction. However she did say some last words to her so called friend.

“Good to know I can trust you”

“Y/n wait-”

“Save it”

She crossed the door to the living room as calmly as she could, but as soon as she was out of the house she started running, trying to leave everything behind. Not only the betrayal of her best friend, but also her broken heart.

She got to the streets and realised she didn’t knew where to go. She had planned on going back home with Peter, but now that she couldn’t maybe she should just go herself. She started walking trying to think of anything but tonight. Y/n had only made it a couple houses away when she heard Peter coming calling her name from behind. She wanted to keep going, ignore him and run away, but if she wanted to get things over better do it right now.

Y/n tried to keep her tears inside as she took a deep breath and turned around to face her friend. As he came face to face with him she wanted to forget what had happened, and just go back to how things used to be an hour ago. But now Peter obviously knew how she felt. She couldn’t go back.

“Y/n wait up!- What’s going on?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know it”

“I seriously don’t know what you’re talking about”

“Peter you cannot be such an ass! I like- I like you okay? I have for so much time! and not just as friends” The girl finally let the truth out, the one she had been holding for so long, as well as the tears as she thought of how things could change from now on. “I’m not asking what you did with Michelle in that closet- but I am asking you- do you love me?”

Peter avoided her gaze as he tried to think of an answer, but after the silence felt like to long she knew the answer. He didn’t love her, and he would probably never love her. She tried to turn around once again and stop embarrassing herself, but Peter walked  towards her and took her arm, spinning her around.

“Y/n, of course I love you”

“But of course you don’t love me as I want, am I wrong?”

“You’re just, so perfect”

“What?”

“You’re like- the perfect girl next door and I- Y/n you’re way out of my league, I think you deserve better”

“If you don’t like me Peter you can just say so, you don’t have to make up a lame excuse as always”

“I’m telling the truth, I just- you could do much better than me”

“I don’t want anybody else”

The girl still had a sad look on her face, but she tried her last move. She got closer in his arms, and stroke his cheek with her left hand, staring into his eyes. She could see Peter getting nervous, and giving in. Maybe it really could work. She felt as they both moved closer, leaning into each other, looking at their lips and back into each other’s eyes. She wanted nothing more than to kiss him right now.

“I didn't”

“Mmmh?”

They were so close to each other they were whispering. The girl didn’t even remember what they were talking about, she just wanted him to shut up, but apparently Peter was in a talkative mood.

“I don’t kiss MJ back in the closet, she was just- trying to help me”

This brought Y/n back to reality as she remembered what had happened a couple minutes ago. If they hadn’t kissed what had happened back there? She felt herself rolling her eyes, thinking Peter was just trying to cover for her. She stepped back and pushed him back, feeling her walls building up again. But so did Peter, knowing her better than anybody else.

“Y/n let me finish! She wanted to help!”

“Help how?”

“She told me you liked me okay?! And she wanted me to ask you out but I- I didn’t knew how! So she came up with this plan to make you confess and- that’s it! She faked the whole thing”

Y/n’s head was hurting from trying to process what Peter had just said. So had it all been a lie? What about the swollen lips and messy hair?

“But what about? the hair? the sounds?”

“It was all staged!”

“And you agreed to do it!?”

“I had to!- I wouldn’t get the guts to do it otherwise!”

“Do what?”

“Tell you how I feel, kiss you. I’ve like you for so long I don’t even remember. You’re the only girl I think of when I wake up and when I o to sleep. You make me so happy I don’t want to be away from you ever”

“Peter I-”

“Y/n, please, believe in me, when I say I love you”

Y/n smiled as she heard the words she had been waiting for. She took his face into her hands and this time didn’t stop until their lips crashed together. They kissed, moving their lips together. Both of them were eager to kiss more, but wanted to take their time to get to know every corner, every inch of each other. They kissed with years of love and passion. Pulling each other’s hair, running their hands through it and trying to held the other closer to themselves. They finally felt themselves smiling into the kiss, pulling slightly apart to catch their breaths, and join their foreheads.

“I love you too Peter”

Peter took her waist and spinned her around, like in all those movies they had watch, and all those dreams she had had. But this time it was for real.

She still had to apologize to MJ and thank her, but as she stared into those brown eyes, with his hands pulling her close and running his hands through her hair she knew things would be okay.

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this is my @aftgexchange fic for the wonderful @lukesunburn, who asked for a fake dating andreil au! i hope you don’t mind how i wrote it and i hope you like it!

(in this au, tilda never gave andrew up for foster care so he never met cass or drake, which means he and aaron grew up in the same house and have a better relationship with each other. also seth, riko, and the rest of the moriyamas just miraculously don’t exist! the ideal au!)


If one more customer asks for some secret menu bullshit like this is a fucking Starbucks, Andrew thought to himself as he lit a cigarette. I am going to slit them open from mouth to anus with one of the kitchen knives and wear them like a jacket. I’m completely sure of it.

He was currently on break at his shitty job, taking a much needed smoke break after dealing with some entitled teenage girls who claimed they knew the menu better than an employee who had worked there for nearly 6 months, It had been Nicky’s idea for him to get a part-time job, since they were dangerously tight on money and his little stint at Eden’s wasn’t enough to provide for 3 people and still have leftovers. So, after being forced out of the house,  Andrew took a job at the first place that was hiring, which happened to be a small cafe around the corner called The Den. Luckily, the owner either didn’t care or he didn’t see Andrew’s juvie record because he threw a tacky orange apron at him and said his shift started in 5 minutes. The job paid well and Andrew didn’t have to interact with anyone who made him want to stick his head into the blender while it was on, so all was well as it could be.

“Andrew?” Renee poked her head out of the back door, rainbow tipped hair swishing around her jaw. “Can you do me a favor and go work the counter?”

Sighing, Andrew slid his lighter back into his pocket and took a drag of his cigarette. Was there any place where he could just be alone? At least for more than 4 minutes?

“Just in case someone stops by?”, she continued, clasping her hands in front of her. “I know it’s your break and all, but the meringue I had prepared for the tarts fell so I have to make more and since Jamie left early, we’re the only ones still on the clock” She shook her head. “No one told him to try and match Kevin shot for shot and get hungover.”

Andrew nodded in agreement. Although Kevin’s drinking habit wasn’t the best coping mechanism, it gave him one hell of an alcohol tolerance. Not that it was a good thing.

Renee Walker was one of the only people who could convince Andrew to even think about doing anything. Other employees would try, but then give up once Andrew stayed firmly rooted wherever he was without batting an eyelash.There was something about the icy undertones in Renee’s soft voice that made Andrew harbor some reluctant respect for her, no matter how much the other employees joked about her being too soft. Andrew, who had seen Renee drag a man twice her size out of the cafe by nothing but his hair, begged to differ.

“Alright.” Andrew got up off the step that served as his bench and brushed the gravel off his jeans, stubbing out his cigarette as he got up. “But I expect you to save me some of those tarts before my shift starts tomorrow.”, he grumbled.

Renee held the door open for him as he stepped back inside the suffocating warmth of the cafe. “Of course.”, she said, patting him on the shoulder in thanks

After wiping the fog from the lens of his glasses, Andrew discarded his heavy jacket for the starchy apron and pulled his hair back with one of the bandanas his boss insisted all of his employees wore, especially if they wanted to keep their jobs. Thankfully, it was mid-afternoon, nearly bleeding into night and way past time for the usual lunch rush, so Andrew resigned himself to the barstool behind the cash register and checked on the cat game he had downloaded, sucking his teeth angrily when he saw that Nicky had yet again renamed all of his cats to stupid things while he had been in the shower that morning.

Then, silence be damned, someone came barreling into the cafe and if Andrew didn’t have his wits about him, he would’ve fallen off the stool.

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anonymous asked:

Swan queen prompt: Regina finally found a way to reverse the potion that didn't let her have children and is thinking of getting pregnant, then emma finds out and gets jealous because "YOU'RE ONLY SUPPOSED TO HAVE CHILDREN WITH ME"

(Well then, this came out a lot different than I expected. But here we go!)


Down in her vault, Regina flipped constantly through pages of various spellbooks. Her potions sprawled out over the place. Books thrown around the floor around her. Candles lit up to keep the light. Some almost completely burnt out as the wax trickled down onto the cobblestone it sat on. Regina herself sitting on the ground looking exasperated. Her face flushed, bags under her eyes from the lack of sleep.

“Useless… why did I do this to myself…” she muttered under her breath. “For what? To spite my own mother?”

She shook her head as it dropped down. “I can’t keep doing this…” her voice lowered exhaustively. Lids finally closing tightly over her eyes. Regina slunk down to her right side in a deep sleep. Finally, all her research and lack of sleep had caught up to her.

“Mom?” a teenage voice called out as Henry entered the vault. Stepping further inside he saw his mother collapsed on the ground. Quick to her side he checked to see if she was alright. A sigh of relief to find that she was just sleeping.

Shaking his head he looked around seeing all the books surrounding her. “Oh geez, mom….” Henry sighed as he sat down beside her. Stroking his hand over her head, through her hair. “What have you been doing down here?” he asked quietly.

Fingers brushing over the pages of the opened books. Brows furrowed as he picked up one of the books setting it on his lap. “What’s…this?” his eyes scrolled over the words, fingers tracing with as he mumbled under his breath. “Mom…” he sat down the book in front of him. Shaking Regina slightly, “Mom, we need to go home so you can sleep.”

Groaning Regina’s eyes fluttered open. “Henry it’s late…”

Laughing at her he rested his hands on his knees. “Not really, it’s actually only after seven in the morning.”

Shooting up from the ground Regina looked around. “Did I fall asleep here?” he clenched her teeth tightly. Another failed night of research…

“Yeah you did and I got really worried about you. Wasn’t sure where you were so I asked mom and grandma if they knew. Since they didn’t know I assumed you were either here or at your office…” Henry said as calmly as he could, a hint of worry lingering in the back of his tone. “Mom, what’s going on anyways? What have you been doing down here? I thought you stopped with magic…”

Sighing Regina rubbed her head as an oncoming migraine was beginning to form. Biting down on her bottom lip she looked at Henry. Large sad brown eyes as she took a deep breath. “I was trying to find a way to reverse a potion I took long ago… So far I’ve been coming up empty…”

“What potion was it?” he asked her curiously.

“To spite my mother… I took a potion that would leave me infertile… so I may never have children…” she said quietly.

“Oh…” Henry reached back down to the book in front of him. Handing it to his mother. “Is this what you were looking for then?”

Regina quick to take the book skimmed over the spell. Tears building in the corners of her eyes causing them to swell up she sat down the book. Reaching to wrap her arms around Henry. “Yes.. how did you….?” she choked out the words.

Returning the much-needed embrace Henry smiled teary eyed himself. “It was opened next to you… you probably didn’t notice it when you fell asleep.”

Pulling away Regina wiped her tears. Picking up the book she collected herself as she stood up tall. Walking over to the cauldron and potions she began to mix the ingredients it called for. “Thank you.” she said looking over her shoulder as Henry approached beside her.

“Welcome, mom.” he smiled as he watched her make the hopeful reverse potion.

As it finished mixing together Regina poured it into a vile. Looking at Henry who’d been by her side waiting for her. “Well, here it goes…” she smiled faintly. Anxiously she pressed her hand against her stomach while drinking the vile in her other hand.

“Did it work?” he asked as they left the vault.

Shoving a hand into her coat pocket, the other wrapped around Henry. “I don’t know…”

“Well do you feel different?”

She smiled at him and kissed the top of his head. “Yes… actually, I do.”

LATER……

Brushing her hands nervously over her black dress Regina took in a deep breath. “I can do this… I’m… excited to do this….” she whispered to herself before opening the door to Granny’s. The Charming family sitting at their usual booth Regina walked over taking a seat next to Henry.

“So what did you want to talk about? You seemed so excited when you stopped by the station.” Emma said looking over at her with a smile. A hint of curiosity hidden behind it. She hadn’t been able to figure out what Regina was so excited about since she stopped by to see her. Her heart fluttering when they exchanged a long tight embrace.

Crossing her leg over the other, fingers entwined as they rested on her knee. “Well, I have exciting news…” She took in a deep breath before looking at all the curious faces.

“It’s okay mom, just tell them.” Henry said reassuringly.

Emma nudging him, “Kid you know what this is about?”

“Yeah, I helped her out today with it all.”

“With what all?” Emma’s smile soon faded into concern as she looked to Regina.

“Well…. Emma.. everyone… I found a potion to reverse the one I took ages ago… I can now have children… I had stopped off at the hospital afterward to make sure it worked… and… it did!” Regina grinned from ear to ear. “So I was looking into having treatments of some sort since… let’s face it I’m never going to find my true love.” she said bitterly. “So this is the next best thing.”

Snow and David’s smiles stretched widely from ear to ear in the excitement of the news. “Regina! That’s wonderful news! We’re so happy for you! If you need anything, anything at all just let us know.”

Snow extended out her hand to rest upon Regina’s.

“Thank you, Snow, David.” Regina grinned nodding at them. Her heart pounding against her chest soon to halt at the sight of Emma’s expression. “Emma?” she asked worriedly. “Is everything alright?”

Biting down tightly on her bottom lip Emma nodded. Her voice low as she gestured for Henry to move from the booth to let her out. “Yeah, everything’s great. I’m happy for you. I just… remembered something is all.” She swallowed back after giving a quick faint smile. “I’m sorry, I have to go. Good luck. Regina.” she said with a final smile. This one sadder than the others before. Emma gripped tightly onto her red leather jacket as she stepped back turning around facing the door.

Regina puzzled at Emma’s reaction. Feeling her heart as if it was ripped from her chest.

Snow’s brows furrowed as she watched her daughter. Passing baby Neal to David she slid out from the booth. “Just give me one moment please.” she said excusing herself.

Her footing quickened as she headed out the door. Stopping and crossing her arms as she saw Emma standing at the edge of the sidewalk. Hearing her sobs. “Emma?” Snow stepped a little closer towards her daughter. Seeing the tears flooding down her cheeks as she turned to her. “Emma, what’s wrong?”

“It’s not that…I’m not happy for her.” She replied wiping her tears. Stiffening her posture. “I really am… I’m just….”

“Just what? Emma, I’m not unde—”

“Of course you don’t understand.” Emma spat out shaking her head. “I’m thrilled for her. How can I not be? I LOVE HER. I’m just wishing that I could have known and been beside her when she was staying up late looking for a way to reverse this. To be the person that was beside her looking into treatments. TO BE HER TRUE LOVE. IT SHOULD BE MY CHILD SHE IS HAVING. I mean, why not? We have Henry together…”

“Swan?”

Emma’s eyes shot back over from behind her mother. Seeing Regina pacing elegantly toward her. A blushing smile shining brightly as she approached her. “Do you really feel that way?”

“Yes of course I do,” Emma said staring into brown eyes.

One final step, tears building the corners of her eyes. Cupping her hands over Emma’s cheeks she smiled even wider. “Then let’s start a family together.” She said before pressing her red lips against Emma’s.

boyfriend!jun

A/N: Whoa, you guys must’ve love Vernon, huh??? Thank you so much for your likes and support! ^^ Couldn’t help but agree he’s pretty boyfriend material (Cheol should watch out). Here’s another installment of the boyfriend series starring Jun! I hope you guys will give him as much love as you did Vernon bc Jun is a national treasure. Enjoy!


  • I like to think of him as a guy who finds the chase really thrilling?
  • loves the idea of having to conquer someone’s heart
  • but would definitely treasure you once you said “yes”
  • awkward first date but would be be shameless on the second one
  • starts showing his dorky side by the third date
  • him shyly playing the piano in front of you
  • “stop looking at me like that!”
  • would get excited if you ask him to teach you how to play
  • would definitely try harder when you’re around
  • sends you random selcas 
  • 1638292010 of them
  • “which one do you think is better?”
  • “jun, they’re all the same.”
  • “no, they’re not!”
  • loves messing with you in public but v v soft for u in private
  • midnight calls when he’s away
  • soft-spoken “I miss you..” and yearning smiles
  • you guys are the “no, you hang up first” couple
  • also, he’ll come up with the most ridiculous nicknames istg
  • “hey, my hunniebunnie.”
  • “my sweet, sweet snuggle nugget.”
  • you: “are u ok mate?”
  • Minghao tries to avoid you guys at all cost when he starts acting up in front of him
  • the type to hit you up at the worst moments just to tell you to like his post on Instagram lmao 
  • spams you just for the heck of it
  • “I’m going to block you.”
  • “I know your password.”
  • steals your food just to annoy you
  • “I swear, Wen Junhui, if you dare to even glance at my fries one more time, I will not hesitate to stab you with this fork.”
  • treats you like a princess
  • he’s totally the type to spoil you
  • like, he’ll randomly buy you the necklace you’ve been eyeing or one day you’ll find a new box of shoes with a post it note saying “I thought you’d like these ;)”
  • bc he’s not the type to just treat you on anniversaries or special days like Valentine’s
  • bc he thinks that’s how you should be treated everyday aww
  • and he may be a greaseball, but if you take the initiative to make the first move on him he’d be done for
  • HE’LL GET CAUGHT OFF-GUARD AND GETS SUPER SHY
  • “why are you looking at me like that?”
  • “why? you don’t like it, hui?”
  • ffffff he’s done for if you start acting up
  • loses his cool façade and is super dorky when you’re around
  • secretly loves it when you’re being a little clingy and get jealous and act mad at him
  • “wen junhui! I’m angry! why are you laughing!!”
  • “it’s just..you’re cute.”
  • uGH.”
  • gets super shy if you compliment him but at the same time has no shame?
  • “you look really hot today.”
  • “m-me? hah ofc I’m wen junhui, what do you expect.”
  • shameless, I tell you
  • his phone home screen would be a picture of you, even if his lockscreen isn’t 
  • bc he doesn’t want the others to see that pretty picture of you 
  • although he gets jealous, jun is never one to get possessive of you
  • if someone comes up to him and tell him how pretty you looked, he’d be just “yeah, of course they are.”
  • bc he knows his s/o is someone incredibly talented and attractive and it’s only natural for people to flock around you
  • so he takes great pride that he’s able to call himself your boyfriend
  • knows you only look at him and you, too, know he only looks at you and there’s a strong mutual trust established
  • whines if you don’t laugh at his pun lol
  • prolly has a second acc on Instagram bc he got receipts to pull out all the time
  • putting up ur ugly pics with captions like “what an ugly thing. but they’re my ugly thing.”
  • likes to stare at you while doing things
  • like you’d be reading and he’ll suddenly start giggling yes wen junhui giggles, like have u seen him
  • “is there something on my face?”
  • “no, you just make me really happy.”
  • and then you’ll start giggling too bc oH MY GOD WHY IS YOUR BOYFRIEND SO CHEESY
  • you two are a mess smh
  • also imagine going on a trip with jun to china so he could introduce you to him family
  • his younger brother wants to marry you
  • “you’re so pretty. would you marry me?”
  • “YAH SHE’S MY GIRLFRIEND, FIND YOUR OWN.”
  • I mean, you can’t get mad at him, Jun, he learned from the best
  • him pulling out his wushu moves to look cool in front of you
  • puts things out of your reach just to tease you
  • “if you want it, you have to kiss me first.”
  • honestly, he’ll go great lengths to get some smooch from you
  • “JUN HUI GET DOWN FROM THAT TREE.”
  • “NOT BEFORE YOU KISS ME.”
  • acts like he’s dying if he doesn’t get it
  • “I feel weak.. I need.. I need your love~”
  • “Nice try, ass****, you’re still washing the dishes tonight.”
  • getting along with minghao fairly easily bc it’s always a roast fest with him 25/8
  • but also secretly learning how to speak chinese from Minghao so you can surprise Jun if you don’t speak the language
  • him almost crying when you talked to him in chinese once you get the hang of it
  • proceeds to pick you up in Chinese lol
  • “okay, I don’t know what you just said but sure.”
  • I like to think Jun is the kind of man who thinks a lot about his future with you??? just bc
  • plans his whole life ahead with you by his side but never really telling you bc he’s shy
  • but also bc he’s scared that he’ll lose you
  • dating Jun isn’t just dating a greaseball ok
  • Jun is so much more than the persona he made himself to be on camera
  • because under all the winks and suaveness is a caring guy who I think is brimming with love and care he’s dying to share with someone and honestly if you caught yourself a Wen Junhui, Prince Of China, you better never let go
Sixth Queen Theory

Lauren is theorising again. Duck for cover people this will not end well. But I was having some Thoughts about the mystery sixth queen. I think the biggest theory for this so far is that she’s Feyre’s mother and I just…Can’t quite get on board with that, there’s something about it that bothers me. SO. Here is an alternative: 

‘I said, “Where is Father?” It felt like the only safe thing to say.
“In Neva,” Nesta said, naming one of the largest cities on the continent. “Trading with some merchants from the other half of the world. And attending a summit about the threat above the wall. A threat I wonder if you’ve come back to warn us about.” 

This is what Nesta says about her father’s absence when Feyre returns to her sisters in ACOMAF. But later on Feyre says this: 

“My father is away on business—and attending a meeting in Neva about the threat of Prythian.”
“Prythian?” Cassian said, twisting toward us. “Not Hybern?”
“It’s possible my sisters were mistaken—your lands are foreign to them. They merely said ‘above the wall.’ I assumed they thought it was Prythian.”

“Where is the sixth?”

The ancient queen, her blue gown heavy and rich, merely said, “She is unwell, and could not make the journey.” 

 In the letter the golden queen leaves for Rhys and the others she says this: 

Do not trust the others. The sixth queen was not ill.’ 

This is obviously what sparked the speculation but I don’t think the queen is Feyre’s mother and secretly stayed away for that. I think she was at that convention in Neva. And I think it was about the threat of Prythian. Not Hybern. Why bring that up again if not to hint at that idea? I think even then the queens were working with Hybern and Jurian. 

 “Because the King of Hybern is indeed about to launch a war, and he wants to resurrect Jurian to do it.”

Jurian—the ancient warrior whose soul Amarantha had imprisoned within that hideous ring as punishment for killing her sister. The ring that contained his eye …

[…]

Mor groaned, “Why would the king want to resurrect Jurian? He was so odious. All he liked to do was talk about himself.”

 Why indeed did the king want to resurrect Jurian? The answer was that he became an emissary to the queens. 


“You made a very big mistake,” the king said to Rhysand, my mate’s arms banded around me, “the day you went after the Book. I had no need of it. I was content to let it lie hidden. But the moment your forces started sniffing around … I decided who better than to be my liaison to the human realm than my newly reborn friend, Jurian? He’d just finished all those months of recovering from the process, and longed to see what his former home had become, so he was more than happy to visit the continent for an extended visit.”

Indeed the queens smiled at him—bowed their heads. Rhys’s arms tightened in silent warning.

“The brave, cunning Jurian, who suffered so badly at the end of theWar—now my ally. Here to help me convince these queens to aid in my cause. For a price of his own, of course, but it has no bearing here. And wiser to work with me, my men, than to allow you monsters in the Night Court to rule and attack. Jurian was right to warn their Majesties that you’d try to take the Book—that you would feed them lies of love and goodness, when he had seen what the High Lord of the Night Court was capable of. The hero of the human forces, reborn as a gesture to the human world of my good faith. I do not wish to invade the continent—but to work with them.

 I feel like this all but proves this theory. We know that there is a summit happening in Neva, on the continent, that Feyre’s father attended to consider the threat that Prythian presents. We know that the Sixth Queen was missing during this time as well. We know that Jurian was sent as an emissary to the queens and that he visited the continent for an extended period of time. He was with the sixth mortal queen and those on the continent convincing them to ally with Hybern and go to war against Prythian. 

TL;DR: The queens were always working for Hybern and the Sixth was away not due to illness but because she was on the continent working to turn those people against Prythian and have them ally with Hybern. 

(I’m definitely making another post about Jurian because that….Is going to be relevant in ACOWAR and no-one is really talking about it that much but it scares me.) 

Why Didn’t You Tell Me?

Originally posted by daenso

Request: when chanyeol finds out your pregnant from the pregnancy test he finds in the bathroom a lot of angst and fluff at the end

Word Count: 2974

Genre: Angst…too much angst.

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seferkohelet  asked:

AU,EVERYONE is clueless, and Amara is the vodka aunt that asks"when will you get married, Castiel?My friends' nephews&nieces have kids,your siblings too.what about you?" "I'm getting married soon,not an actual date yet but soon" "to whom?"(Anyone can ask) "didn't you know about Dean and I?We're dating since college..." "We thought you were good friends, sweetie..."(&if Sam/Eileen will be side pairing it'd be awesome.(I'm also a fan of Jimmy/Amelia but I know not everyone is,but I think it fits)

I’ll own I love this trope.

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“Cas, Cas, sweetie, little sassy-Cassie-lassie,” Amara patted Castiel on the head, ignoring his discouraging scowl. “What I’m saying is - Jimmy is married now! We know, we all get, that you were worried about him, that you were waiting for him to tie the knot first. After the scare he gave you over that horrible…what’s-her-name?…the point is, I love Amelia, and Jimmy loves Amelia, and you love Amelia - not like Jimmy does, of course, that’s why this is his wedding and not yours! - but now Jimmy is safe and taken care of and you need to find someone for you!”

Naomi, Chuck, Anna, all his siblings, heck, even Jimmy and Amelia nodded their agreement.

Stunned, Castiel turned to Dean, he smirked and gave him a knowing wink.

“They’re right,” said Dean blithely. “When are you going to tie the knot, Novak?”

“Are you asking, Winchester?” Cas asked. “Cause I’d say yes if you’d just get off your lazy butt about it.”

“Not like that.” Amara rolled her eyes and thwapped him on the arm. “I’m being serious, Cassie. You’ve been single forever. You need a girlfriend.”

“Did you hear that, Dean?” Castiel shot back Dean’s look and returned his blithe tone ten-fold. Dean looked as stunned as Castiel felt, mouth hanging open. “I’ve been single. I need a girlfriend.”

“Oh,” whispered Dean. He looked green around the gills, and Cas couldn’t blame him. Coming out to Dean’s family had been…interesting…but they’d been spared that with Cas’ family because everyone had, since day one, been so accepting of Dean.

Given how Naomi was now echoing Amara’s concerns about Castiel’s long-term bachelorhood, apparently they’d been less accepting and understanding than Castiel could even fathom.

“Dean, will you get me a drink? I think I need a moment with my family,” said Castiel. Dean opened his mouth to protest but Cas cut him off with a single sharp shake of his head. “Alone.”

“Sure thing,” said Dean, rising. His napkin, forgotten, fluttered to the floor, and Dean gave it a helpless look, shot that same look at Castiel, and bolted. Castiel’s heart ached to see Dean so perturbed. This was his fault. He should have been explicit with his family from day one, instead of assuming everything was cool. Chuck was talking now, and Castiel waited until he finished, waited until Dean stood anxiously on the end of the distant, long line at the open bar, before speaking.

“Please tell me you’re all joking,” he said with deathly calm. Anger bubbled under his skin. After so many years bringing Dean to family functions, sharing a damn bedroom - heck, they’d been living together for a decade - this went beyond homophobia and into utter, willful denial of everything Cas believed, everything Cas was.

“Bro, I’m worried about you,” Jimmy said. There wasn’t a trace of irony in his voice.

Someday, Cas would have a long conversation with Jimmy about what a selfish, oblivious asshole he could be, but today was not that day. At least at Sam and Eileen’s wedding the previous year, all the talk had been about when Dean and Cas would be getting married, since Sam had declared that anyone who couldn’t accept them as a couple wasn’t welcome at his nuptials, even though that had meant denying invitations to both his parents.

Cousin Uriel was talking now. Everyone had accepted Uriel’s parent’s interracial marriage without the bat of an eyelash! But apparently…

Castiel couldn’t keep red fury from his face. His hands shook, he was so mad.

Amara picked up his mood first; even in her drunken enthusiasm to find him a girlfriend, she went pensive and concerned, eyeing. Amelia, bless her, noticed next, and poked at Jimmy until he realized as well that something was truly amiss. His parents followed, then his other uncle and aunt, and finally the cousins, until everyone at the family table stared at him, and not a single damn one of them actually saw him.

“What you all just did to me - and especially to Dean - is beyond cruel,” he said softly, watching them hang on his every word. 

“Dean’s a big boy,” said Chuck, glancing uncertainly toward where Dean waited in line. “I think he could handle being…what’s the word?…sexiled for the night. I saw it on TV, aren’t you supposed to put a sock on the door handle or something?”

“Surely he dates,” added Amara as if she was declaring a fait accompli on the entire discussion.

“Yes, he does,” Castiel said.

“Then why don’t–”

“Dean dates me,” interrupted Castiel, shouting his anger loudly enough that half the tent went silent and turned toward him. Many heads than turned toward Dean, who suddenly looked like he could disappear. Suiting action to expression, Dean fled the tent. Castiel longed to go after him, but he had something to take care of first. “And I date Dean. I’ve been bringing him to Thanksgiving and Christmas for five damn years. We’ve been living together since college! What the hell have you been thinking all these years?”

“You’re a…?” Jimmy looked horrified, and Castiel felt sick. I’m sorry to ruin your wedding day with my spontaneous coming out, brother, but if you weren’t such a dense, self-centered fuckstick this would never have happened.

“James Michael Novak, don’t even think of finishing that sentence,” Naomi said in a ringing voice that, mercifully, pulled attention from Castiel to her. “Cas, we thought you and he were close friends. I’ve wondered, from time to time, but I always assumed you’d tell us if you were a couple! You’d mentioned his family hadn’t taken his coming out well, so we tried to make him feel welcome here.”

“You’re really going to pull the ‘we didn’t say it explicitly so it’s our fault’ card?” Castiel replied acidly. “Amara, you walked in on us making out two years ago! Amelia, you’ve been calling him my boyfriend for a year! And Jimmy! I knew you were a tool sometimes but when we had those chats while I was in college, who the hell did you think I was talking about?”

“We’re identical twins, and I’m straight,” said Jimmy. He at least seemed contrite, and suitably ashamed of himself. “I just assumed…”

“Look, I’m going to go find my not-at-all platonic life partner slash boyfriend slash lover slash hopefully fiancee to be whom you assholes have driven out of the room,” said Castiel. “You…talk about this, or about the wedding, or about yourselves, or about whatever it is you talk about when you’re being utterly fucking oblivious. If you want us to back, come find us. Otherwise, see you…how about never.”

Stunned expressions followed Castiel silently as he stormed from the tent, seething. His vision flashed red as he stepped out into the stunning sunlight outside. It had been such a nice day, a lovely wedding, perfect weather, good food, Castiel hadn’t even blown his toast, and now…

Extensive gardens made tracking Dean down challenging, and it took nearly ten minutes to locate him staring at the fountain burbling pleasantly in the center of the hedge maze.

“Hello, Dean,” Castiel said. 

Dean didn’t turn around, but he murmured, “hey, Cas. Sorry I fucked up both our families.”

Closing the space between them, Cas laid a hand on Dean’s shoulder. “No. You did nothing wrong. If it’s anyone’s fault other than their’s, then it’s mine for not explicitly saying years ago that you and I were a thing.” 

Dean reached into his pocket, pulled out his fist wrapped around something, and pressed it into Castiel’s hand. Velvet crushed soft beneath his fingers, and Castiel didn’t need to look to recognize the shape and material.

“Dean…when were you going to…”

“I’d like to say tonight, but the truth is, I’ve been carrying that around for like three months,” said Dean, shaking his head. “Got news for you, Cas - you’re boyfriend is a fricken idiot. Today just goes to show…again…”

Pressing close to Dean’s back, Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean’s perfect waist, nuzzled at Dean’s perfect neck, breathed in Dean’s perfect scent, and spoke to him softly. “I hate when you put yourself down. We’ve both made mistakes over the years, but I wouldn’t want to make them with anyone else.” He paused, then chuckled. “And, since miscommunication seems to be the language of the day, just to be explicit, yes, of course I’ll marry you.”

Dean sighed and relaxed back against Castiel.

Applause broke out. Tensing, Castiel turned, Dean turning with him. His entire family stood at the gap in the hedges that led into the central chamber of the maze. Amara was crying.

“Welcome to the family, Dean.”

Heck, Castiel was crying, and Dean was crying, and unlike Amara, they weren’t nearly drunk enough to blame it on the Champagne.

This is the nicest wedding I’ve ever been to…

soulmate! im youngmin

just a note: i’m not going to be creative with this soulmate stuff, just use the “you’ll know it when you see them” concept (i’m so sorry @ asker idk if you wanted me to create a whole au)

  • i feel like youngmin is a lowkey dreamer about all this soulmate stuff
  • like he’s always wondering who it is and worrying about how he’ll meet them and his first impression
  • but also being cheesy like imagining your life together and all that
  • but lowkey about it because he’s supposed to be a Cool Rapper and doesn’t want to get teased
  • once he got caught sleeptalking and woojin never let him live it down
  • “youngmin hyung, remember when you were practicing your marriage proposal to your soulmate in your sleep? i sure do.”
  • “shut up or i’m telling rhymer you’re slacking”
  • “i should have taken a video of it, dang”
  • he would totally be the type to write notes to his future soulmate
  • but ever since woojin caught him sleeptalking he started hiding it like,,,,,, at the bottom of his laundry hamper or something
  • googles “how to deodorize a book”
  • he’s forever beating himself up about the day he met you because he just came from practice and he had like 2 hours of sleep the night before and he just got out of a fucking dogpile with the other bnm boys because they were fighting over who had to go out and buy them all dinner
  • later on you tease him about it but like he still looked cute cmon
  • you can probably guess who ended up at the bottom of the dogpile
  • so you’ve been sitting in the store for a while alone eating and don’t notice him walk in at first because you’re on your phone
  • and then you hear a nice voice ask for 10 boxes of chicken to go in this cute busan accent and ur just like
  • “,,,,,ok who needs 10 boxes of chicken how fast is ur metabolism” not out loud ofc
  • so that catches your attention and you look up from your phone and your food
  • and that’s kinda when you feel it
  • you realize your soulmate is in this very room
  • youngmin feels it too and he goes into full panic mode
  • thank god he already finished his order because with his luck he would’ve been so nervous he would’ve ordered like,,,,, boxes of ketchup instead of chicken or something
  • so you two start looking around the store for one another (because you don’t really feel it until you actually see each other that’s how the soulmates thing works)
  • it doesn’t take long because he’s just right next to the ordering counter
  • i don’t wanna be cheesy and say it was Love at First Sight or anything
  • but like it was cmon let’s get some cliché in here
  • and youngmin was going to wait at the counter for his food but now he’s walking to where you’re sitting
  • he’d get there and the whole time you two are kind of staring at each other
  • a few other people around the store are watching you two
  • “yeah you bet those two are soulmates should we get out before any sappy shit happens”
  • youngmin stays standing and stares for a couple more seconds after getting there
  • you’d have to get him out of his daze
  • “hello,,,? my name is y/n”
  • “oH RIGHT HI my name is youngmin…… uh i think that,, i think you’re my… uh…….”
  • adorable nervous lil paca would probably blush and if he has long sleeves pull at them or ruffle his hair
  • you would have to break the truth to him
  • “soulmate? yeah i am, or at least i think so.”
  • youngmin would say something stupidly too straightforward like “oh,,,,,, i’m really glad you’re my soulmate- wait is that weird is it too soon i’m so sorry”
  • “oh no, it’s okay….uh,,”
  • awkward silence
  • honestly the whole ordeal would be so cringe
  • but endearing enough that you two laugh about it later
  • you two are interrupted (but you can’t really be interrupted when you’re not speaking can you) because youngmin’s order is ready
  • so he excuses himself and returns with like two huge plastic bags of chicken box sets
  • even though the tension is so thick between you two you don’t want him to go and he doesn’t want to leave you
  • but he knows the boys are going to get on his ass soon if he doesn’t bring them dinner soon i mean they are like starving lions all of them
  • you were just sitting there with your almost finished food and he was standing next to your table with his bags having a staring contest or something
  • so youngmin is finally able to think rationally after another minute
  • “if it’s not too far from your place, you can come with me to my agency–i forgot to say i’m a trainee–and meet the other boys??? i was kind of here to grab them dinner but then i saw you and- well maybe afterwards i can take you back home,,,, it shouldn’t be too far from here right?”
  • he’s so nervous he doesn’t know if you’ll agree
  • but of course you do because i mean you should get to know him better
  • the walk there is short, a little over five minutes but as soon as you get out of the store the conversation never stops
  • it’s amazing how much you can learn about someone in five minutes if you talk really fast
  • by the time you two get to the practice room you two are like best flirting friends or something (does that make sense)
  • you helped him carry a bag and he held ur free hand how cute
  • you two enter the practice rooms and oh god hell breaks loose
  • the rest of the bnm boys are YELLIN at you two and chasing you down to crowd around you it’s actually really scary
  • they’re just really energetic together and excited for their hyung and you learn to love it
  • you get bombarded with so many questions
  • woojin is a kind enough friend not to tell you everything he knows on the first encounter and youngmin is so grateful he gives him extra chicken
  • but don’t worry you’ll learn all about it soon enough
  • but yes you sit and talk to them during their dinner and youngmin walks you home afterwards
  • you two exchange numbers the whole schbang
  • gonna stress the fact that i don’t think youngmin is the type to do first date kisses a kiss on the cheek is the most ur getting sorry not sorry
  • but yes dating him is fun and you guys are together forever like soulmates are
  • the rest of ur lives together is history !!
Makeup Voiceover;Taeyong

Request: I literally have your tumblr on my internet tab all the time, never closing it once :“ i love your work!! Can i request a make up voice over by taeyong? I think it’d be funny considering how he’s always the manlyman lol THANKKKS

A/N: i actually feel like he’d be super sweet & soft while doing this so sorry if it wasn’t what you expected!!

  • i’ve only recently just got back to writing so i hope this isnt too bad
  • and i think it’s been long too since i wrote for taeyong?
  • but i hope this is good enough and it works!!
  • also
  • im running out of makeup brands to write google isnt helping anymore help this clueless makeup girl out
  • let’s go

  • so taeyong’s always been fascinated by your skills and makeup

  • he’d straight up just stare at you with his mouth open as you do your makeup
  • kid taeyong would appear and clap his hands together whenever you finish
  • "woah so pretty my baby”
  • and your fans have noticed that he’s always in the background of your makeup tutorials giving a thumbs up or nodding his head
  • such a supportive boyfriend
  • so they’d always comment and ask yall to do the makeup voiceover challenge
  • which taeyong hesitated at first
  • mainly because he was shy
  • but finally agreed because you flashed him your cutest pout that made him s o f t
  • while you’re filming the video he’s upset because he doesn’t get to see you do it this time
  • “BABE you’ll see it later stop pouting”
  • “but, it’s different”
  • “it’s the same taeyong omg”
  • “tsk alright alright”
  • when you finish taeyong barges into the room with a straight expression on his face but does the weirdest dance ever??
  • yeap the one you’re thinking of and the one he always does
  • and luckily you caught it on camera, which made him more embarrassed
  • so before recording he gets all nervous and talkative like
  • “omg babe what if i screw up”
  • “okay im a strong man i can do this”
  • “taeyong…. it’s only a recording…”
  • “i know, i’m not nervous at all”
  • and you just shake your head because you’re super used to him
  • “hello everyone!! it’s taeyong here today to do a voiceover for Y/N’s makeup!”
  • “i hope you all would like this video and continue supporting my babe”
  • “aww just look at her in this headband, so cute”
  • “barefaced Y/N, my favourite!!”
  • “oo she’s doing her foundation?”
  • “the one she always uses! the one from innisfree”
  • “i feel like this shade suits her very well, what do you guys think?”
  • “she’s using her favourite pink egg to blend it out”
  • “all smooth now!”
  • “she’s taking out a stick.. pen? oh it’s an eyeliner”
  • “babe you showed it too fast and the word’s so small i couldn’t see the name”
  • “she’s drawing her eyelids now, look at those skills!!”
  • “every single time i watch her do her makeup and i’m still amazed by how she manages to draw the line so smoothly woah”
  • “the other eye…”
  • “oh they’re symmetrical, great job”
  • “let me guess what’s next, eyeshadow!!”
  • “yes i’m right”
  • “it’s because you’ve seen me do my makeup so many times”
  • “your boyfriend’s an expert shh”
  • “oh it’s the uh.. L-Laura Mercier??? brand”
  • “so hard to pronounce woah”
  • “but she’s taking her brush and applying this… uhm.. slightly blue colour!”
  • “make sure to smooth them out”
  • “moving on to the other eye”
  • “and…. she’s done!”
  • “doesnt she look brighter now?”
  • “oh? she taking out a small box”
  • “what’s that i’ve never seen that box before”
  • “oh! it’s fake lashes”
  • “you’ve never worn them before, why so sudden?”
  • “got to always try out new things!!”
  • “woah she’s applying this liquid thing on it-”
  • “WAIT IS THAT GLUE- BABE WHAT IF THEY NEVER COME OUT AGAIN”
  • “IT’S EYELASH GLUE DONT WORRY”
  • “OH oh… sorry for that outburst everyone”
  • “but she done sticking on her eye and woah, so beautiful”
  • “just look at those gorgeous eyes and lashes”
  • “oh she’s moving on again”
  • “to.. her cheeks!”
  • “cutie”
  • “first of all, blush!!”
  • “makes her cuter than she already is but”
  • “she’s using the one from nars”
  • “looks slightly pink”
  • “aw just look at those rosy cheeks!!”
  • “woah”
  • “her favourite next- highlight”
  • “she covered the name- i can’t see it omg babe”
  • “but uh.. just look at how shiny that is”
  • “cheeks… forehead… nose… and jaw…”
  • “my girlfriend’s glowing!!!”
  • “i think this is the last step but lipstick!”
  • “she just bought one yesterday from moonshot- oh she’s using it”
  • “it’s dark red shade”
  • “pouty lips aw!!”
  • “and my baby’s done with her look!!”
  • “doesnt she look amazing?”
  • “what did i do to deserve her”
  • “woah- wait- I FORGOT ABOUT THE ENDING im sorry you all have seen this side of me”
  • “but anyways, thank you for taking the time to listen to my voice and for loving Y/N!!”
  • “continue to send more love and i’ll be grateful hehe subscribe and comment!”