Then I said it was a tie with Wash

anonymous asked:

How do you keep your hair so luscious and fabulous? Like seriously I need some advice

Sit down, and let’s talk hair.

  •  Wet hair is brittle as twigs. When heat is added in you have a shitshow of broken ends and fritzy fuzz. Shower or bathe with the coldest water you can stand. I wash in frigid water, then tie it up with conditioner to scrub down. Just make sure it doesn’t get wet. That’s another thing- you want as little water in your hair as possible when conditioning. Some ppl aren’t aware of this, amazingly. Wring it gently after shampooing to dry it out a little.
  • Since hair is brittle as I just said, you must be extra careful while your hair is drying and use a wide-toothed comb or a flat brush, gently working you way through to cause minimal damage.The general consensus is this- wide toothed comb when wet, boar bristle when dry.
  • Shampoo infrequently. This sounds stupid, but I’m serious. Get dry shampoo and only shampoo with water a few times a week. Still bathe every day you stink goblin. I’m looking at you, Killua. 
  • Shampoo strips your scalp of oil, and some shampoos even have the same chemicals as dish soap. Avoid those- you want sulfate-free. 
  • There are things called hair masks- same as face masks, really. Put it in and let it dry- wash it out. You can buy premade, or make your own. 

You can try all of these things and maybe come close to as good as me. I’m not saying you can or that I’ll allow it, but you can try.

Originally posted by tsseract

Title: Midtown High’s Homecoming (Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: The reader doesn’t plan on going to the dance, until Peter asks, of course.

Word Count: 1372

A/N: This is inspired by that perfect clip from the new trailer where peter rips his tie off and i scream so..I hope you enjoy! An 80s song that causes infectious dancing.

Keep reading

Political Animals-Part 5

This is an A/B/O AU.  You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running  for Mayor of New York City.  After a meeting where your mother’s advisors call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off.  You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.

The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink.  It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.

Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Alpha! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle

Big thanks to @moansmisha  for letting me use some of her ideas from this post

FYI: The words in bold are texts

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

I should have known when Cas asked me to meet him for lunch at my favorite Thai restaurant that he was trying to bribe me.  He HATED Thai food.

“So next Friday is a fundraiser to benefit the Met.  It’s black tie.  Mom wants us all to go.  She says everyone who is anyone will be there, including a few wealthy patrons she is hoping will donate to her campaign.  Will you go?”  He looked worried.

I sighed.  “Why does she always send you to do her dirty work, Cas? It’s really not fair to you to be put in the middle of this mess with us.”

He grinned at me. “Mom’s a smart woman.  She knows you won’t say no to your big brother.  So are you in?  You can even bring a date if you want.”

I thought of Sam who I’d secretly seeing behind everyone’s back. “Fine, I’ll go.”

“Mom said she would buy you a dress.  Will you be bringing someone?”  Cas asked uncomfortably.

I rolled my eyes at him. “I can buy my own damn dress, Cas! You’re not fooling me for a second.  That is just Mom’s way of trying to control what I wear.  And I’l be coming alone. I wouldn’t subject anyone to this train wreck.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Y/N.” Cas said with a smirk.

“I can’t wait until this damn election is over!” I told him with an exhausted groan.

He raised an eyebrow at me.  “But what if Mom wins?”

Keep reading

I guess while i’m at it:


1. Tucker: Solid qualifications, already a Dad, he started with an alien kid, I think he can handle a human one, a truly trustworthy choice. 

2. Grif: Practically raised Kai, so solid qualifications as well. Only below Tucker because he might be rusty. That’s literally it. It’s almost a tie. 

3. Sarge and Donut: A tie. Yes, I know, it’s Sarge, but Sarge I trust to know what a baby is and remember the basics on how to take care of one. Donut is the same, but he’s also easily gullible and distracted, so a tie. Good intentions for the both of them, less than perfect execution. 

4. Shelia: Would be 3d if she had hands. Nurturing though. Managed to pack lunches with said no hands, so I think she can make it work.

5. Chorus-Carolina: Carolina has no fucking idea what to do with a baby but would keep her cool, putting her above Wash. She’d probably take to the job tactically.  Make charts. Not very patient though, which could end badly. 

5. Post-Reform Wash: Wash has no fucking idea what to do with a baby, but he also has the common sense to phone and friend and ask “what do I do with an infant.” If he can’t phone a friend, I think he’d get buy well enough. He’d probably be nervous the entire time though. 

6. Kai: Yeah, she’s not the most responsible person in the world, but hey, Junior worked out (kinda). 

7. Simmons: A nervous human disaster, but one who knows the basics so he could probably do the job between the panic flares. Look, he’s worried he’ll break it okay (he’s also worried he’ll act like his father but that’s an angsty thing that does not need to be explored on a shitpost)

8.Freelancer Carolina: Would take to the job entirely like a mission. With her father around, would feel like he keeps comparing her to her mother. Very creepy. Do not give Freelancer Carolina a baby, she can take care of it but at what mental cost?

9. Tex: I think this one is fairly obvious. Tex does not understand gentle.  

10. Pre-Reform Wash: Way too much going on with that man. Do not give him an infant. 

11. Church (all versions): Also fairly obvious. He is based off the Director after all: better to be safe than sorry.

12. Caboose: He hates babies. Don’t give him one. He was very clear. 

13. Lopez: Lopez cares about himself and clones of himself. Bad idea.

14. Doc: When he tries to help, he hurts people. Absolute last resort. Lopez is better.  

Chapter 8

Mayday || Jinyoung

Originally posted by jackseunie

Reader (you) x Jinyoung

Word Count: 1880

Warnings: violence and mention of blood

note: here’s the long overdue chapter of mayday! sorry for the long wait but here you go, my lovelies <3 this chapter was originally 3000 words but then i was like nawh, imma split this action into two parts haha. happy reading everyone and take care! also, welcome back king jackson! i missed him so much ngl -admin (p.s. new series coming soon *cough* a jaebum series)

I stood there as I watched people enjoy their time at the banquet. Ryder forced a drink in my hand and who knows what I’m holding at the moment. It could be a drink that was intoxicated with a drug or it could be a glass of champagne. Either way, I’m not taking a sip even though I need something to distract my anxiety. And getting drunk was the best way the relief my stress. Instead, my eyes scanned the area like a hawk, looking for a specific knight in armour. Jackson and Mark somehow had disappeared from my sight and I’m tempted to break away from Ryder, just to find them. The risk was too high hence why I still remained by Ryder’s side.

Keep reading

Like She’s Mine (part fifteen) - Stiles Stilinski

here it is, you’ve all been waiting and I’m proud to present… fifteen.  the wedding.  the blowout.  boom.  here she is, the final part! i love how into this story you guys were and you were so sweet and i know i had your hearts in my hands and i just shattered them repeatedly.  but i’m honored to have had the chance to do so.  thanks @dumbass-stilinski @writing-obrien and @sincerelystiles for all the support and telling me my angst was hurting you, it means a lot.  and HUGE THX AND HUGS AND KISSES FOR LIL MADI ( @celestial-writing​ ) for playing the part as the adorable little girl featured in this series.  u rock girly i love you so so much <3 enjoy guys and happy easter if that’s your thing

warnings: mentions of sex, asshole theo, angsty asf, heartbreaking tbh, swearing, super long, slightly abusive theo

word count: 8601 (YES!)

Originally posted by satninlove

(the day of the wedding)

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god” Allison was running frantically around as I sat on a stool in the small bridal area.  A whole room just for the bride and her bridesmaids.  Lydia was applying a finishing clear coat of nail polish over my french manicure as Allison was losing her shit.  I could tell that she wanted to run her fingers through her hair, but didn’t want to ruin the beautiful braid that was pinned over the top of her head.

“Would you stop freaking out?” The girl I had briefly known, Malia, said.  She walked up to the brunette and rubbed her shoulders awkwardly.

“No! I’m getting married! What if I mess up? What if I forget my vows? Oh my god what if I fall-”

“Alli, calm, you’re so graceful” Kira’s sweet voice rang.“Yeah, and the last night you were reciting your vows in your sleep.  Trust me I think you’ll do great” I assured.

“Don’t move” Lydia scolded.

“And what about him? What if he messes up? What if he- oh my god guys what if he doesn’t want to-”

“He wants to” Malia stated bluntly, not letting Allison finish.  She looked over at me, and I smiled with raised brows.  She smiled at me too, rolling her eyes slightly and I chuckled.

“Don’t move” Lydia muttered again.  There were three knocks on the door, which Kira happily skipped to answer it.  She cracked it open just a peek, so no one would see the beautiful bride.

“No, no Stiles you can’t come in-” I looked over upon hearing his name.  I could hear his voice, but not whatever he was saying.  “No you can’t-”

“What does he want?” Allison asked, walking over to the door.

“NO HE CAN’T SEE YOUR DRESS!” Kira flipped, a side I haven’t seen of the petite girl.  Allison just laughed and raised a dismissive hand.  But she walked away from the door anyways.  “He wants to talk to y/n” My eyes widened and my lips parted at what she said.

“He does?” I stood up, and Lydia mumbled a string of curses.  I looked over to Allison, who gave me a beautiful smile.

“Go on, we’ve got ten minutes before the ceremony” She said softly.  I nodded shakily, clenching my fingers against my palms.

“Thanks Alli” i whispered, barely brushing my lips against her cheek as I went to the door.“Oh, young love” I heard her say to the other girls, which just made them laugh.  I put my hand on the closed doorknob.  I took in a deep breath, and opened it.  Swiftly stepping out and closing it behind me.


“Stiles” I didn’t know what to do, or say.  It’s been so long, too long really.

“I wanted to check on you, make sure everything was alright” I sucked in my bottom lip and nodded my head.  “You sure?” I didn’t answer the second time.

“Are you?” I whispered.  He shrugged his shoulders.

“I’m alright.  How’s Madi?” She’s good.

“She misses you” What? Mouth! That is not what brain told you to say!

“She does?” Oh no, no I knew what this was.  He was trying to prod me into telling him that I missed him.  But I wasn’t going to play that game.

“Yeah she does.  To be honest I don’t think she likes Theo as much” I said.  Stiles’ jaw set and his eyes hardened.


‘I think she likes you better than hi-”

“He’s here? With her? W-with you?”

“With her” I said softly.  “Not me, simply platonic so she can have a father figure in her life-”

“How long?”

“About three days” He nodded, and put his hands into his trousers.

“Well… well good she has that” I nodded, biting my cheek hard to keep a straight face.  I distracted myself by fixing Stiles’ crooked bow tie, being carefully of my still drying fingernails.

“Yes it is” I replied.  Silence washed over the small hallway and I stared at the now fixed tie.  I smoothed out the nonexistent wrinkles on his shoulders.

“y/n I still love you” I smiled sadly at him, and he gave me a defeated look, slightly slumping.

“I still love you too” I said quietly.  “But I can’t focus on that right now, today is about Allison and Scott” Stiles barely nodded his head.

“But we’ll talk?” He asked hopefully.

“Of course” I replied in a hushed tone.  “I have to get back to my bride now.  She’s going crazy in there” Stiles chuckled and I stepped back slightly.  “Scott holding up though?”

“Oh no, he cried a few times.  He was still crying when I left” I laughed and he smiled crookedly.

“Well tell him his bride is waiting to see him at the alter” Stiles nodded and pretended to tip his hat.

“Of course madam” I smiled and reached for the door, but before he could move away I stepped forward and hesitantly stood in front of him.  I looked in his eyes before leaning forward and pressing a small kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“See you in a bit” I said, and he nodded, staying silent as I opened the door.  When I walked in and closed the door, everyone was just staring at me with knowing smiles.

“Did you all eavesdrop?” I shook my head, wondering just who could be behind that… just kidding it was definitely Allison.

(Stiles’ pov)

“She said she still loved me though, and she kissed me” I finished telling Scott about my encounter with y/n/.

“Did you see Allison? What’d she look like? Was she beautfu- dumb question of course she was” He smiled to himself, and I gave him a bewildered look.  I spun to see Danny.

“Can you believe him? I don’t think he listened to a word I just said” I shook my head.

“Don’t feel bad.  I wasn’t listening either” He replied and I groaned.

“I listened-”

“Butt out Liam.  Didn’t your parents ever teach you it was rude to listen to other people’s conversations?” I said.  He walked away.

“I was listening to you” Mason said, messing with the buttons on his jacket.

“When can we get drinks?” Isaac asked.  I rolled my eyes as he plopped down into a chair.

“At the reception” I said monotone.“

But that’s not until seven!” He groaned.  I ignored him this time.

“Do you want my advice?” Mason asked me, and I nodded eagerly.  Finally, real girl advice.

“Ever have a girlfriend who likes to do things her way and all you want to do is help but she doesn’t trust you?”

“Dude.  I’m gay”

“O-oh” I stumbled.  Oops.  “Well has he ever..?” I asked again.

“No, we’re usually pretty open and know when and how to ask for help” He said.  “But I don’t think she doesn’t trust you”

“How can you say that? Have you even met her?” I asked.

“You’re the one asking for my advice” He said, putting his hands up.  “And no, I haven’t met her, only heard about her from you guys.  And from what it sounds like, she’s got a lot going on.  I’m sure she’ll come to you when she’s ready, and from what it sounds like, she just did”

“No, she’s with Theo now” I mumbled down to my hands.

“Damnit Stiles that’s not what she said” Scott groaned.  He looked irritated, definitely fed up with all of the drama I’m giving him.  “This is what you do, you overthink things before things can even be definite.  This is why you have all these problems, you act before you finish whatever’s even happening” I just stood in silence as Scott went off on me.  I didn’t know what to say.He was right though.

“So… so have I already ruined it with y/n?” Scott shrugged, palms up and brows raised.  Meaning he didn’t know, and he didn’t care.  At the moment anyways.  I know he cared for y/n too, and me of course.  I was the runner up bride if Allison had said no.  At least I think it was…

“Scoot?” All the heads in the room turned to where the flower girl was standing in the doorway.  I grinned and Madi ran over to me, a few petals falling out of her basket.

“Well aren’t you the prettiest girl here?” I said, kneeling down to hug her.  y/n and Allison really did a good job.  She had on this sky blue dress that poofed at the waist line, a darker colored ribbon tied in a bow on her back.  Her hair was brushed, but nothing was done to it.  It was adorable, I had to say.

“I came to say goo- good luck!” I grinned at her and ruffled up her hair.

“Good luck to you too little girl” I respond.

“Mama said after we can dance!” She said, jumping with excitement.

“Yeah? You excited to dance?” I asked, and she nodded eagerly.  “Alright so if you’re really good today, and I mean exceptionally make your mother proud good, then I will save you a very special dance” Her eyes rounded with amusement.

“A-a special dance?” I nodded, and her smile only grew further.  “Okay! I’ll be extra good! I promise daddy!” The room was silent for a few moments before she giggled and threw her arms around my neck.

“Alright alright, you go back to where you were, we have a wedding to get to soon” She nodded, and I watched out the door as she walked back across the hall, knocking on the door to the girls’ room.  It opened, and Kira gave Madi a delighted smile before stooping over to lift her up.  When she was safely back inside I closed the door and turned.  Only to find four pairs of eyes on me.  “What?”

“She’s still calling you daddy” Scott said.  I felt my face get hot and instantly I was fiddling with my fingers.

“Ye-yeah I guess I dunno” I mumbled again.

“Dude” Scott grinned at me.  “That means things with you and y/n are totally fixable” My head shot up as I stared at him with nothing but hope.  “If she’s preferring you over Theo, how long do you think it’ll be before y/n just cuts off Madi and his’ relationship? Not long.  She’ll see, y/n’s a smart girl she’ll see where Madi’s loyalty and love lies”

“A-are you serious?”

“Don’t you think y/n will want what’s best for Madi?”

“Of course, we all do” I responded easily.

“And who do you think’s the better man?” Scott questioned.

“Hell, even I’m better” Isaac said.  He pulled a flask out of the inside pocket of his suit jacket, taking a long swig.  I snorted and rolled my eyes.

“Just think about the logic here Stiles” Scott said.  “But don’t even try to ruin my wedding” I was smiling so much I could barely even hear what he was saying.There was still a chance.  I still had a chance.  With y/n, with Madi.  I can fix all of this.

When we left the room, Scott walking into the large room, all the way up to stand at the altar, I bounced on my feet a little.  y/n came out, and she took my hand immediately.

“Nervous?” She asked, and I glanced all over.  Behind us, Lydia and Mason.  Then Kira and Liam, then Malia and Isaac, who seemed to be sharing his flask.  Please don’t go wrong, please don’t go wrong…

“Maybe a little” I admitted to her, and she squeezed my hand.

“Mama!” Madi bounced up to us, holding her basket and her once messy hair seemed to have been combed through since last  saw her.

“You remember what you have to do?” y/n asked her, and she nodded her head.

“Behind Mali” She said.  I chuckled at how she couldn’t say Malia’s name properly.

“That’s right” y/n said with an award winning smile.

“Here, you can come stand with me” Malia said, shoving the alcohol containing vessel to Isaac.  Madi happily skipped over to the short haired girl and too her hand.  Everyone smiled at Malia, who seemed to have no idea what to do.  She didn’t seem like the type to have a lot of experience with kids.

“How was Scott doing?”

“Ship wreck.  Allison?”

“Car crash”

“Good, they’ll do great” I said and she laughed, carefully tucking her hair behind her ear.

“OH MY GOD THE BOUQUETS!” We all watched as Lydia sprinted, in her designer heels, back into the room, and came out with her arms full of white roses tied at their stems with blue ribbon.  “Here… here… for you… here…” She handed them out, making sure all the bridesmaids carefully held them, then went back to her spot behind us.

“That was a close one.  What would we have done without flowers” Liam said sarcastically.  Lydia whipped around, nearly hitting people with her flaming hair.

“Listen you little snot” She spat sassily.  “If we were unprepared for Alli’s big day, if you even get your shoe untied Liam, I will personally see to it that you are removed from the premises with sheer and brute force.  You will not be attending the reception, you will not even put up a fight.  You will go home, in your spiderman underpants seeing that we rented the tux for you, and you will tell your mother all about how you ruined my best girlfriend, my sister’s wedding.  Do.  You.  Under.  Stand?” 

Liam looked petrified.  But he nodded his head vigorously.

“Good” Lydia said cheerfully with a sweet smile.  When she turned back to face forward, y/n and I quickly looked away.  She squeezed my hand tightly when we heard the music begin to play.  Soft piano keys echoing throughout the building.

“Don’t do anything stupid and get kicked out” She whispered to me, and I cast a glance toward her as she stared ahead at the closed double doors.  Just behind those doors, my brother stood at the end of the aisle, waiting to see his bride to be.  I stared at y/n, how long her lashes looked and how bright the makeup made her eyes appear.  Her lips were a rosy pink, as were her cheeks.  She must’ve felt me staring because they darkened slightly as she looked over to me.  “Cause if you get kicked out and I’m left here by myself, I might go insane” I smiled at her genuinely and she smiled back.  I squeezed her hand and she squeezed back.  I took it as a silent promise to stick together today.

The doors opened.

(your pov again)

The doors opened.

There was Scott, way down there, he seemed miles away, but really he was just a good twelve steps.  I looked over the crowd , seeing a few familiar faces.  A few of Allison’s family members, Mason’s boyfriend Corey, Danny and Ethan who I remember briefly from high school, a few of Scott’s family members on the other side, and Theo, who smirked at me as I caught his eye.  They were all standing, staring at us.  I swallowed thickly, and Stiles squeezed my hand again.

“You’re good” He whispered, and then the music lifted, and it was our time to walk.  My arm hooked into Stiles’ and I gripped my bouquet tightly.  We slowly made our way down the white aisle, and I did my best to ignore the stares from everyone around us.  When I glanced down, the flowers were trembling.  A few moments later, we’d arrived.  Stiles gave me a reassuring look, patting my hand softly as we parted, and each stood on opposite sides of the alter.  Scott smiled to each of us.  I watched anxiously as Lydia walked up with Mason, taking a spot next to me.  Then Kira, and then Malia.

Madi bounced out next, smiling so big as she swung her little basket around eagerly.  She grabbed a handful, handing it to Corey who was stood on the end seat of an aisle.  He chuckled and took it, thanking her quietly.  She did this again to the woman across the aisle a little ways.  She continued to hand a bunch of bundles of petals handing them out to people standing at the ends of the pews.  Until she reached us.  SHe smiled big and waved at me.

“Hi mommy!” She whispered.

“Hi Madi” I whispered back, waving gently as well.  She reached in, grabbing a few petals and handing them to Scott.

“Get her Scoot” She said, earning more delighted laughter from the audience.  Scott took the petals and tucked them into his pants pocket.

“Thank you Madi” She nodded and pranced over to her spot right in front of me.

That’s when Allison came up to the door.  I looked over at Scott, who was smiling and tearing up.  He whispered something to Stiles, who smiled and nodded his head.  I watched as Chris walked Allison, as he walked my best friend, down the aisle.  When she’d arrived, I had tears in my eyes.

Her dress was just stunning, which I already knew but somehow this hit me harder.  It was a sweetheart neckline.  The silky material fell down to her feet, and trailed back behind her.

Don’t cry, Lydia will be mad if you ruin your makeup.  She mouthed to me, and I wiped away the few tears that had fallen onto my cheeks.

It was difficult to not cry as they promised to love each other in sickness and in health, and so on.  Madi had scooted over towards me, wrapping her arms around my shin, her fingers every once in awhile reaching up to play with the hem of my dress.

“Your vows?” The priest said, and Scott nodded.  He took both of Allison’s hands and smiled at her.  She gave him a watery smile back.

“Allison Celeste Argent” He said softly.  “I have loved you since the moment I first saw you.  Yes, I was the loser who fell in love with the new girl in school” A small chuckled erupted from that.  “And since I grew the courage to talk to you- God knows how that happened you made me a nervous wreck- but since then, this is all I wanted.  To be together, to stay together.  You accepted me, and my weird friends” He gave a look to Stiles.  “And every time I kiss you, and hold your hand, and talk to you, and tell you how much I love, because it’s so much, it feels like the first time.  Every time I look at you, my heart still races, whether you’re here, standing in front of me, as my bride, or in the mornings when you’re half asleep at the table in old sweatpants and drinking the most bitter coffee, and Allison, you are just as beautiful, no matter what you do, no matter what you wear.  And you’re smart, you always beat me at monopoly! EVen though I’m still convinced you cheat somehow” More chuckles from the people.  “But I’m still going to love you the same, even if you do cheat.  I want to spend my whole life, with you”

I went against my better judgement and let a few tears slip.

“I love you too” Allison whispered back, wiping her eyes with her fingertips as not to ruin her makeup.  

“Do you have vows, ms Argent?” She nodded, sniffling quietly and cupping her hands around his face for a moment before holding onto his hands again.

“Scott McCall, I have so many things to tell you that none of these people want to hear.  You’re caring, I’ve never seen someone so committed to helping people, even when it goes against your better judgement, even when it keeps you up all night, even when it gives you headaches, but I find you still working.  It’s so noble of you.  I love how sweet you are, even to the most jack- even to the people who don’t deserve it.  I love how great you are with my crazy friends..” She looked at me, and I winked.  “I love how it took you a few tries to pass my father’s crazy test so you could date me, and I love how great you are with Madi…” Allison bit her lips for a moment.  “And I hope that someday we’ll have a Madi of our own a-and I hope she’s just like you” I could see tears in her eyes again, and quite frankly I was holding back my own sobs.  “I have never been prouder than I am today to call myself your wife” Good god, at this point, of you weren’t crying, you didn’t have a heart.  I could even feel tears in Madi’s eyes run onto my leg… but she was probably bored of standing here for so long.

“The rings?” The priest asked.  Stiles stepped forward, and handed the small pillow where the wedding bands sat, down to Madi.  She held it excitedly, and handed the pretty one to Allison (probably because it’s pretty rather it was the one designed for her).

“Thank you dear” She said sweetly, and passed it to Scott.

“You’re welcome Alli!” She yelled, the excitement getting to her.  But Allison giggled as Madi handed the other ring to Allison as well.  I bit back my laugh in a smile as I realized Madi had handed both of the rings to Allison.  “Ha-happy true loves day Alli and Scoot” She said, making the room fill with laughter and ‘awes’ again.  

“Come here baby” I said softly, as not to be heard by everyone.  Madi gave the pillow back to Stiles, and waddled back to hold onto my leg.

Scott slid the ring onto Allison’s finger, and she did the same for him, both of them bearing big, sappy and sweet grins.

“Congratulations, Mr and Mrs McCall, you may now kiss the bride!”

And with that, everyone was cheering as Allison tugged him in placing her lips happily on his.  Their first kiss as a married couple.  I clapped, and pulled Madi up on my hip, letting her hold my bouquet of flowers.  Everyone was up and standing, clapping and cheering louder as their kiss turned into five.  I grinned over at Stiles, who looked just as proud as I felt.  He was walking over to me, past the happy couple, and reaching out for Madi.  But I felt arms wrap around my waist.  I turned, my eyes landing on Theo.

“Th-Theo wow you surprised m-”

I was cut off when his lips covered mine.

“What the- what are you doing?” I shrieked, pulling away and instantly setting Madi back down on the ground.

“What? We’re celebrating!” Theo grinned.  I looked around, seeing most people filing out of the room, backs turned to the alter. At least not everyone saw this outburst.  Thankfully they couldn’t have heard it, too much cheering as Allison and Scott ran out of the church hand in hand.

“Come on Madi” I spun around to see Lydia lifting up Madi with the basket full of miniature bubble wands.

“I’m going to go help my daughter” I said, getting away from Theo as fast as I could.  But as soon as I’d turned, I saw Stiles.  He was a few feet away, people moving around him to leave the building, but he didn’t bother to move.  Just stood there staring at me.  He seemed… disappointed.  “Stiles-” I held out my hand and began to walk down towards him, but he shook his head, and stepped back.

Then turned, and walked away.

“Lydia!” I called, racing down to her.  She was near the doorway, just behind Stiles but he didn’t bother to stick around.  The strawberry blonde turned and grinned at me, and Madi clapped upon seeing me.  “Hi sweetie” I said in the tone only saved for her.  “Come on, let’s go blow some bubbles” I said, putting my hand on Lydia’s back and guiding her quickly out of the door.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Lydia asked me quietly.

“Mama what about Da- him?” Madi pointed back to where I could see a familiar head of gelled blonde hair, and I rolled my eyes.

“He’s going to meet us there” I said, trying not to grit my teeth.  Madi seemed content with that answer, if she really understood what I’d even said.  Luckily Lydia seemed to read my mind, and distracted Madi quickly with the bubbles.

“Look you just put it up to your lips and blow!” I zoned out as she taught her the proper way to blow bubbles.  All that I could see was Stiles’ heartbroken look from earlier.  It was permanently engraved into my mind.  I tried to focus, I tried to smile as Madi had successfully, and finally blew a bunch of bubbles, but I was too deep on my own head.  I didn’t know I was staring down at the sidewalk until I felt a tug on my arm and looked up to see Lydia pulling on me gently.  “You ready to go?” She asked in a gentle tone. I wondered if she could tell o wasn’t okay.  I answered in a shaky nod, unable to speak.

“Mama?” Madi reached out to me, and I slowly took her into my arms, letting her rest on my hip.

“Come on, why don’t we go” Lydia spoke again, and I nodded, hesitantly following her out into the parking lot.  Allison and Scott were long gone, wherever they were going to spend those few hours of peace and being newlyweds.  I figured Stiles had left already too, I didn’t see his jeep anywhere.

“Did Stiles leave?” I asked Lydia.  Her brows knit together, and I knew that she’d pieced together the events of the past ten minutes.

“Yeah, a little bit ago” She told me quietly.

I don’t know why I wasn’t having fun, it was a party, you’re supposed to have fun.  Its natural instinct.  But I also didn’t feel the need to try to have fun.  The reception hall was decorated beautifully, streamers, white tablecloths with fake candles set in the middle of them, only a few lights were on.  Allison was currently dancing with her father, a tradition for the bride.  Madi was playing with Malia Kira and Danny a few tables away but perfectly in my view.  Scott was sitting a few people away from me, and Stiles right next to him.  Only one person sat between the two of us, Lydia.  Given I asked her to sit here.  I was quiet, a plate of half eaten food in front of me.  Scott Lydia and Isaac were having an animated discussion about the honeymoon the newlyweds were having.  London, they were going to London.  I envied them so much.

But Stiles and, we were the only silent ones.  It made me sick to the stomach.  How did I manage to mess this up already? Three months, I waited three months for our small interaction earlier, and not two hours later, we were back to giving each other the silent treatment.  I hadn’t had the chance to talk to anyone about it, I’d barely spoken three words to Allison since I got here.  My eyes were stuck to my glass of champagne.  I couldn’t remember if I drank it of it or not, it looked somewhat full, but perhaps I had taken a sip? Didn’t matter anyways.  The yellow colored liquid made me want to throw up.

In fact, everything my eyes landed on made me want to puke.  The dry piece of steak sitting on my plate, a faw pieces of it missing from where I’d eaten a mere three bites.  The empty plates of my friends’ meals, just some sauce and scraps left on it.  I wanted to go home, I wanted to put on an old tee shirt, crawl under the covers, and stay there.  Forever.  But that would make me a terrible friend, and just about the worst maid of honor ever.  So I continued to let myself feel flushed and nauseous.  Time passed as did bodies, and soon other people were dancing to a more upbeat song.  I think ALlison came back to our table, I think that’s why Scott got up and left but I couldn’t register anything very well.  That’s when shapes and colors began to all blur together.

“y/n, hey y/n?” I lifted my head and looked over to see Lydia shaking my shoulder as gently as she could.  “Honey you look sick did you eat too much?” Her eyes landed on my plate, that had my food on it for nearly half an hour.  “Come on, come with me” Her arms wrapped around my shoulders and she helped me stand.  “Do you feel sick?” I shrugged, looking around the busy room.  Yes, yes I did.  But I wasn’t going to say that to her.  If she made me leave, Allison would be heartbroken.  I felt a third hand on my arm, and looked over to see Stiles, still sitting in his seat, gently grasping my wrist.  He was staring up at me with eyes that made me want to cry.

Great, on top of wanting to puke, now I was gonna have a breakdown.

He said something to Lydia, and she gave me an uneasy look but nodded her head, and Stiles’ arms replaced hers.

“Come on” He spoke softly, and I let him walk me to the door.  The cool night air felt good when we went outside.  I was instantly able to let out a long breath I didn’t know I’d been holding in.  I wandered over to the wall, leaning my back against it and closing my eyes, trying to keep my breathing steady.  I could hear Stiles stand next to me, but I stayed silent.  Once my eyes finally opened, and I wasn’t feeling sick from my surroundings, he spoke.  “What happened?” I looked at Stiles, my expression blank.

“So now we’re talking? I almost puke and we talk again?” His gentle look fell slightly.

“y/n I was worried I thought you were going to have an anxiety attack or something-”

“No, no I’m going inside I don’t want to do this” I said, walking towards the door but Stiles stepped in front of me.

“But you said we’d talk” He said brokenly.  I avoided his eyes, looking absolutely anywhere else.  “y/n come on-”

“No” I said as monotone as I could manage.


“No” I reached around him towards the door handle and surprisingly he didn’t push me away.

“Just tell me- just-” I waited as he stumbled over all of his words.  Stiles let out a defeated sigh, and stepped out of my way.  I waited a few more moments, but when he didn’t do anything, I turned the handle.  “Just tell me that you and Theo aren’t together now…” His voice was merely a whisper behind me, but I caught it.  Oh how my blood boiled.  I whipped around.

“Not that it’s any of your business Stiles, seeing that you told me you loved me then dropped out of my life for three months, but the second that another guy kisses me, or shows a mere interest, you’re all over it like the fucking alpha male you’ve been acting like!”

“y/n that’s not fair-”

“And it’s fair to ditch me when I needed you?” SIlence fell over us, and my chest was heaving.  Anger, disappointment, all brewing in my head.  But there was still that small spark of hope.  Please Stiles, please say the right thing, please don’t make me walk away.

“So it’s true? You’re with Theo now?”

God I wished I had a glass of something to splash it on his face.  This seemed like the proper time to do something like that.

“Sometimes Stiles, you’re a fucking idiot” I said slowly, shaking my head and turning around to go back inside.  When the door shut, I turned again, watching, and again hoping he’d burst in, tell me not to be with Theo (although i wasn’t), tell me he loves me and wants better for me, that he’d be better for me.  It sounded so romantically cliche in my head.

But after a minute of waiting, I felt I’d waited one minute too long.  Three months, three days, and one minute, and I had officially waited too long for Stiles Stilinski.  Is this the part where I try to move on?

It sounded dreadful.

I’d successfully sat at the table by myself looking like a loner for a whole hour.  This was a new record.  I mentally high fived myself and missed.  Yeah, my head was messed up like this for an entire sixty minutes.  While Scott and Allison were slow dancing to a fast song that made everyone else jump around in beautiful gowns and bare feet, I was sulking in my own self pity.  I amused myself by seeing if I could count all the bubbled in my glass of champagne.  I was currently at seventy six, but I think I counted the big one twice.

But I perked up when I heard a familiar burst of giggles.  I even smiled genuinely when I saw Madi blowing bubbles with Malia Kira Danny and Ethan.  They were all clapping and grinning, laughing with her as she proudly blew more bubbles.  My heart lifted from where it had sunk low in my chest.  At least someone was enjoying themselves.  And Madi was always capable of making a bad situation better in a  matter of seconds.  I watched for a few more minutes as she skipped and danced a little to the music, making the group of people light up with joy.

Theo caught my eye, making my smile falter a little as he walked towards my daughter and her new friends.  He almost walked past them, but I saw him stumble a little as his shoe slipped across the floor.  As much as I hoped he would, he didn’t fall.  I stifled a chuckle behind my hand, finding pure joy in his minor trip.  He spun on his heel, glaring at Madi and the others.  His eyes landed on her bubbles in her hand.  He grimaced and snatched it out of her hands.


“Stop making a mess!” He yelled, he actually screamed at her over practically nothing.  Even from where I was sitting a few tables away, I could still hear Madi’s whimpers.  I shot up and marched over angrily to the scene.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I asked angrily, trying not to yell, but I still got the attention of other people around us.

“Discipline” Theo gritted out, and tried to maneuver around me to grab Madi.  I shoved his shoulder, forcing him away from my daughter.  “What? Dad’s teach lessons” He maliciously shot his hand out towards Madi, and I slapped him across the face.  To me, the echo of the impact echoed in the room.  But only twenty people would have noticed what just happened.

“You are no father to my little girl” I spat out.  He growled at me, and Malia stood up abruptly, walking next to me.

“Turn around before you do something dumb” She warned.  But he pushed her and me, again trying to get at Madi.

“Hey!” Next thing I knew Theo was shoved to the ground on his ass.  I looked wildly over to where Stiles tood in front of Madi, eyes narrowed down towards Theo.

“Stilinski damnit, how many times am I gonna have to kick your ass?”

“You won’t, get out” Stiles muttered.  SOmehow I felt terrified and safe at the same time.

“What makes you think-” Stiles stepped forward.

“You’ve now messed with both of my girls, and if you say another word, you’ll regret me not personally dragging your sorry ass to hell” I swallowed thickly.

“You can’t make me leave Stilinski, Madi’s mine”

“You’re not my daddy!” My eyes widened and I jolted as she raced forward, wrapping her arms around Stiles’ leg.  “He’s my daddy!” Theo scowled, and pushed himself to stand.

“Listen here-”

“Is there a problem?” ANd now Scott was here.  The second Theo saw him, he had to have known he was beat.  But no, he went on like the jackass he was.

“Don’t you have a wife to be fucking?’ Theo spat.

“So there is a problem?” Allison asked, stepping up with her arms crossed.  Even Kira Malia and Danny had circled around him.  I was sure that Theo was either gonna start throwing punches, or make a run for it.  It was silent, people mostly just staring angrily at him.  He almost stepped to run out of the circle of people, but a hand gripped his shoulder.

“How about I take you outside?” Everyone was now staring with wide and curious eyes to where Isaac was gripping onto Theo.

“I can manage on my own-”


We watched still in silence as Isaac pushed Theo away, and out of the door.  Most of the people left, but Allison Scott Stiles and Madi were still standing around with me.

Stiles was the first to do something, scooping up Madi and rushing forward to me all in the same motion.  One arm was around her back as she sat on his waist, the other reached out towards me and I held it in both of mine tightly.  Tears sprung in my eyes and he seemed to notice because he yanked me in close but gently and held onto me tightly.  I looked over at his shoulder to see everyone was in their own little worlds, not noticing what had just happened here.  I held tightly onto him, one arm around him the other around Madi.

“Thank you daddy for protecting me and mommy” She whispered, causing a few tears to leak onto my cheeks.

“Come on, why don’t you go practice your dancing skills, seeing you still owe me a dance” Madi nodded as he set her down on the ground.

“See you soon!” She exclaimed, and scampered off to dance.  I watched for a moment as Scott and Lydia gladly let her jump around by them.

“I’ll go help them teach her to dance properly” Allison said with a soft giggle.  She squeezed my shoulder as I nodded, and walked off.  I turned to Stiles, and I’d barely even even faced him completely when he stepped forward again, and hugged me tightly.  I buried my nose down into the crook of his neck, breathing in deeply and just letting my emotions flood over me.

“I’m not with Theo, I was never with Theo Stiles I love you, you, and just you-” I sucked in a deep breath as I pulled back from him.  “I don’t wanna be with Theo” I whispered, and shook my head.  My hands latched behind his neck as he stared at me, lips parted slightly.  “Not even if it was what’s best for Madi, but I know it isn’t, I know he’s he- he doesn’t make her eyes light up like you, he doesn’t make her laugh, he’s nothing to her, he’s nothing to me besides a piece of shit” Again, I took more breaths.  “And I want that for her, all those good things…” My voice cracked but i kept going anyways.  “You’re the only one for her Stiles, you’re the only one for me”

His hands reached up and cupped my face, pulling me in for a long and passionate kiss.  Stiles tugged me closer and my arms wound around his neck, holding myself against him.

“I love you, god I love you so much” He breathed out, forehead resting against mine.  “y/n I’ve been in love with you since we met and that’s not gonna go away, ever, seriously I’ve tried.  Do you know how hard I’ve tried? To try and move on and find someone better than you? It’s impossible y/n.  Because there is no one better.  But I was the nerd who was stuck loving his best friend” i smiled gently.

“So was I”

“And I was jealous of Theo, of all people, I was.  Because I wasn’t him.  I wasn’t with you that night at Lydia’s party, maybe not doing what he did… but I still wasn’t with you.  I didn’t get… Madi… I wanted to be that guy, not the dick part but the father, I wanted to be the one to be there for you and help you raise her and love her, love her like she’s mine, because y/n all I’ve ever wanted with you is a future, no matter what it holds”

Tears were streaming down my cheeks and he tried to brush them away with the pads of his thumbs but I couldn’t stop crying.

“y/n I love you, I love Madi, and I want you both”

“I love you too” I whispered so quietly it was almost inaudible.  But by the way he smiled I knew he heard it.  “And I’m sorry for what I’ve put you through, especially today” He shook his head, brushing strands of hair behind my ear.

“Don’t be sorry, Theo’s getting the life beat out of him by Isaac.  That makes everything okay”

“And you got the girl Stilinski” I said as he was still brushing a hand through my hair.

“Yeah I got both of them, didn’t I?” He smiled, and I nodded my head.

“You did” I murmured.  He pulled me towards him again, softly placing his lips on mine.

“Took me long enough too” I giggled, holding him tightly as I kissed him between smiles and small bursts of laughter.

(third pov)

“Look at them” Allison whispered to Scott as they danced.  His arms wound around her waist, hers around his neck.  Scott looked over to where her head nodded to, seeing Stiles and y/n holding on to each other and kissing gently.  “Only they could make out without looking like they’re making out” Scott chuckled at that, and looked back down to her.

“This day couldn’t be more perfect” He mused, and she nodded.

“I do agree Mr McCall” Allison said with a small but cheeky smile.

“Wonderful, Mrs McCall” Scott replied, his nose rubbing against hers gently.

(your pov)

“Look at them” Stiles said with a small scoff.  I looked over to Scott and Allison, finding them eskimo kissing.

“Ew” I said, laughing a little.  “They’re already married, just get a room” Stiles laughed with me.

“Come on, come dance with me” He prompted, pulling on my hands.  I nodded, and followed him over to the dance floor.  A few feet away from our married friends.  His arm snaked around my waist, but he still held my one hand.  I left him lead, just spinning slowly around and smiling at each other cause neither of us really knew what we were doing.  I giggled when he stepped on my foot, but he looked mortified.  “I’m sorry- I’m so sorry” His face flushed pink and I just shook my head, then kicked off my heels and stepped up onto his shoes in my bare feet.  I wrapped both of my arms around his neck and his hands fell to my waist.

“There” I said, pecking his lips quickly.  “Much easier, yes?” Stiles nodded and gave me a sheepish smile.  I closed my eyes, pressing my forehead gently against his and then resting my head on his shoulder as we swayed around slowly.  He held me close and it was just a nice silence.  I’ve never felt so calm, so at peace.  Especially when ten minutes ago, I was sure that my life was shattered into pieces that could never be glued back together.

But here I was.  And Stiles was putting the last piece back into the puzzle.  I pulled back from him for a second, looking him in the eye, then raising my hands from where they were draped behind his neck, tangling them softly into his hair on the back of his head.  I tilted forward, softly pressing my lips into his, and closing my eyes tightly.  His hands tightened slightly on my hips as he kissed me back, and I smiled against his lips before he pulled away from me.

“What was that for?” He whispered, and I shrugged a shoulder and shook my head.

“I just don’t want to forget what that feels like” I murmured back.  A short smile pulled on his lips for a moment.

“Yeah well you don’t ever have to” He said, pecking my lips then cheek before pulling me against him again, almost in an embrace.

Our moment was cut short when Madi waddled up, tugging on Stiles’ pant leg and telling him that he owed her a dance.

“It’s- it’s enough true loves with mommy” She said, crossing her arms sassily.  I giggled and released Stiles, slipping back into my heels.  I waved them off to go dance.  I watched as he pulled her up to stand on his feet, just as I had been previously held, and he held her hands.  She was giggling as he danced all around wildly.  I just laughed and walked over to our table for a drink of water.  Surprisingly Allison was standing there as well, looking over the crowd of people.  When she caught me, she grinned and waved me over, so I picked up my pace and went up to her.

“Hiya” SHe said, raising her eyebrows a few times in a suggestive manner.  I blushed instantly as I grabbed my glass.

“Hey” I responded before taking a few drinks.  “How’s your reception going, Mrs McCall?” The brunette chuckled.

“It’s going wonderful, and if my assumptions are correct, you and Stiles are going steady?” I nodded with an uncontainable grin.

“Why yes, yes we are”

“Everything’s sorted out, correct?”

“Correct” I confirmed, smiling even wider.  Allison smiled too, and held her arms out for me to hug her.

“Let’s collectively be proud of each other” I laughed and pulled away, smiling over at where Madi was up in Stiles’ arms, being spun all around.  Allison looked between my line of sight, and she smiled just as I was.  “Hey, I’ve got a little surprise for you” SHe said softly, but the grin that grew on her lips told me it was something huge.

“What is it?” I asked, quirking an eyebrow in curiosity.

I unzipped the back of my dress as I entered my room.  Stiles came right in behind me a few moments later, already in a more comfortable set of clothes.

“Madi go to sleep?” I asked as the dress slipped onto the floor.  Stiles grinned and nodded his head.  I had grabbed a tee shirt from the dresser and turned to face him again.  “Did you have to sing to-” I froze, I didn’t expect him to be standing right there.  “Well hi there” I said with a small smile as his arms circled around my bare waist.

“Mm she’s sleeping” He hummed, dropping his head to plant his lips just below my ear.  I felt myself blush immediately and ran my hands up his chest to grip onto his shoulders.  Stiles seemed to like that because he began to suck gently on that sweet spot that makes me grin.

“You’re sure… she’s asleep?” I asked between breaths.  He bit gently and as soon as I whimpered his tongue ran over the red area, already back to sucking and making it better.

“Mhm” He answered.  I pushed him back and in seconds he’d lifted me up, my legs on either side of his waist and our lips already locking.  

When I fell back onto the bed he pulled his shirt up over his head and settled between my legs, propping himself up slightly on the bed with his elbows.  My hands tangled in his hair and he kissed down from my chin and throat, planting wet kisses down further.  Through the valley of my breasts all the way to just below my belly button and above the hem of my panties.  But I yanked him back up to me for another fast and sloppy wet kiss.  His tongue ran over the seam of my lips and I gladly allowed him entrance, parting my lips and letting our tongues mesh.  It wasn’t so much a fight for dominance, rather exploring each other’s mouths.  He leaned up, and I did as well, both of us sitting on our knees on the mattress.  His arms raised so he could cup my cheeks, then slid down my neck into my shoulders, traveling again down my arms and settling in a comfortable spot on my waist.  I had my hands clasped around the back of his neck, softly brushing into the ends of his hair here and there.

I let go of him, reaching my hands back behind me and Stiles pulled his lips off of mine, watching as I unclasped my bra and let it fall slowly down my arms.  I tossed it to the floor by the bed before looking back up at him.

He hastily shoved me back down to the bed, scattering hickeys in my body once again.

To say I was out of breath would be an understatement.  To say Stiles fucked the daylights out of me would be an understatement as well.  Now I get why some people say you won’t be able to walk properly the next day.

I was currently on my side, curled up against him in nothing but his tee shirt.  Stiles was lying on his back, an arm around me as I snuggled into his chest.  His other arm was across his stomach, our fingers linked on his toned skin.  We’d been laying like this for the past few minutes, just resting under a soft blanket.

“So I have some news from Alli” I hummed, tracing patterns in the slight trail of hair on his chest.

“Hm what?”

“She’s having twins” Stiles’ eyes widened as he looked at me, a big smile on his mouth.

“Wow… really?” I nodded, and he fist pumped the air.  I giggled at his excitement.

“I didn’t think you’d be that thrilled” I said, rolling over slightly but enough to look down at him.

“Well it means I’ll have to be Madi’s favorite now!” I raised my eyebrows in surprise.  “She’ll be so busy with her own little Scotts or Allisons running around the house, that Madi will have to spend the leftover time with me, and like me more!”

“Stiles…” I sighed, and shook my head.  “You’re crazy you know that?” He smiled sheepishly.

“At least I own it” He responded, and craned his neck up to place his lips on mine.  I smiled when we pulled away, and gave him one more quick kiss.

“I love you, you crazy” I said, and he smiled softly, caressing my cheek.

“I love you too” He responded.  I snuggled back into his chest and closed my eyes.  I fell asleep to his hand running up and down my back.

And finally, I’d found that state of mind, the one most people spent their entire lives looking for.  Luckily mine just came in the form of a family.

Originally posted by morgenroete

so i wrote this on a car ride back home for the holidays, and i legit cried when i finished and my family was just kinda awkwardly going ‘it’s ok… it’s… it’s ok..’ but it’s not, so many good things happened in here.  Theo got his ass kicked, Scallison got married, madi and y/n got the family they rightfully deserved, it all made a full circle and everyone (minus that lying ass bitch manipulative abusive theo) and I just want you all to know i love you all so much

and that is why i will be making you an epilogue :)

tagged: @morganschiebel @celestial-writing @bunnyboo10154 @imissyoualittlemoreeveryday @almondmilkislove @kindfloweroflove @taegdcl1018 @peter-andhislostgirls

love you ~ jordie

Flutter - Ch. 5

Oh Sehun/Reader
Genre: Fluff/Romance/Smut (eventually)
Word Count: 3134

Previous Chapter

After a short rest for lunch halfway through, lots of snacks and very little talking despite everything, you had finally reached your destination. You weren’t even the one driving, but you felt completely exhausted. You glanced at Sehun, but he looked just the same as he had in the morning, with just a few hairs sticking up in the wrong direction.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

“is this your first time?” 👀

first nights and first times

ao3 link

aaron meets robert in a bar, and ends up being a part of a life changing night for the older man.

or, the au ficlet where aaron is robert’s first.

Robert seemed unusually nervous, Aaron noted, as he unlocked the front door of his flat. He’d spotted the blond at the bar earlier in the evening, dressed in a suit far too nice, considering it was a hole-in-the wall little gay bar in Leeds, the usual uniform of everyone there a jeans and t-shirt, the blond wearing a neat blue suit, matching tie, looking as though he’d just come from some sort of business meeting.

Still, he’d caught Aaron’s attention, the long lines of his encompassed in navy blue, the nervous smile on his face, and his bright blond hair catching his eye as Aaron nursed a beer and pretended to be interested in the pool game that his friends were playing.

“I wasn’t expecting company,” Aaron admitted, wincing as he took in the state of the flat. He’d left it in a shambles that morning, a half empty pizza box on the kitchen counter, plates piled high in the sink, washing half shoved into the washing machine, Aaron having forgotten to turn it on the previous evening.

Opening the fridge, Aaron grabbed two bottles of beer, snapping the caps off as he spoke.

Robert looked around, giving a slight shrug. “S’alright, I didn’t come around to inspect your flat,” he joked, accepting the bottle Aaron was passing him. He’d undone his tie a bit, since they’d left the bar, the top button of his shirt undone.

It was making him all the more attractive.

Aaron leaned against one of the kitchen counters, unashamedly looking Robert up and down. “You never said what you worked at,” he commented, beer bottle halfway to his lips.

He was pleasantly buzzed, but nowhere near drunk. Just, tipsy enough to be free of his inhibitions as he watched Robert, waiting for their conversation to continue.

Robert took a swig of his beer before he replied, his voice quieter than Aaron had remembered it being when they’d first started talking at the bar. “I work in sales,” he said. “It’s about as exciting as it sounds. You?”

“I’m a mechanic,” Aaron said, shifting a little closer to Robert. It had been so long since he’d been with anyone, and the smell of Robert’s cologne was intoxicating. He was painfully attracted to Robert, itching for the small talk to end and the good stuff to begin.

(And maybe he’d noticed what gorgeous hands Robert had, was it really a crime?)


“Mm, you could say that much,” Aaron laughed, taking another swig of his beer, his gaze obvious as he looked up, and down Robert’s lean body. “It’s not like sales is the most exciting thing in the world, though, is it?”

Keep reading

If the Shoe Fits Park Jimin x Reader Ballet Au!

Originally posted by missbaptan

1     3   4 

Disclaimer: I am not actually Korean, I just learned how to cook these foods from watching my aunt (ahjumma) while I was growing up. 

Jimin shuffled into the student kitchen of Etre. No one actually cooked in the kitchen, it was mainly used for the refrigerator, to store healthy snacks and produce. His head was still pounding, and sweat clung to his sticky skin. He cursed Hoseok for dressing him in actual pajamas, as he popped off the top button of the shirt. His body felt like it was on fire, and he badly needed water. Just by coincidence Yoongi was in the kitchen too, eating some yogurt. 

“Wow you look like hell,” Yoongi stated plainly. 

“I feel like I’m in hell.” Jimin gasped out, reaching for a glass. Jimin barely had the glass in his hands, and he felt it slip from his grip. The glass fell with a sharp shattering sound, followed by a blunt thump, as if a body hit the ground. 

“Jimin!” Yoongi rushed out of his seat to shake the boy who was passed out on the floor. Yoongi touched Jimin’s forehead, it was slick with sweat and felt extremely hot. 

“Shit,” Yoongi cursed. Jimin was sick, he must have been getting sick, from all that practicing. With his fall today, he finally started to rest, and his whole body caught up with him, and hit him hard. 

“What happened?! Yoongi are you okay?” Namjoon and Hoseok came running into the kitchen. 

“We heard a glass shattering,” Hoseok said.

“H-he’s just sick. I felt his temperature,” Yoongi stuttered out.

“He’s probably going to need some of the right nutrients to get better quickly,” Namjoon thought out loud.

“Where are we going to get that at two in the morning?” Yoongi asked. 

“I think I know,” Hoseok said, finally cutting in. 


“Unnie, your phone is ringing.” Sehwa mumbled drowsily, as she shook you awake. 

“I’ll get it. Just go back asleep okay?” Sehwa nodded and crawled back under her covers. You grabbed your phone and it read ‘HO-seok’ on it. You stepped out of your shared room and answered the call.

“The hell do you want?!” you whispered yelled into your phone, trying not to wake up the other family members in your house. “This better be good. Do you know how hard it is to put a seven year old back to sleep after you have woken them up?!” 

“I’m sorry, I just need a favor. Jimin is sick-”

“What does that have to do with me?” You sharply cut Hoseok off. 

“I know you do not like Jimin, but you are the only one who can make the foods for when people are sick at this time. Please help him, actually no, not for him for me. (y/n) he’s my friend.” Hoseok pleaded. You sighed and massaged the bridge of your nose, you rarely ever heard Hoseok this stressed, and rarely he asked much of you. 

“Fine I’ll do it, but I am only doing this for you. Give me twenty minutes-” 

“Unnie, can you tuck me in?” Sehwa’s voice interrupted you, as she peaked her tiny head out from behind the door. 

“Never mind, give me at most an hour. Do you guys have a kitchen?”

“Yes, there is a kitchen we have some basic seasonings in here and all the equipment.” 

“Good, I’ll be there.” You rummaged through your kitchen to find some stuff that you would need. Ginseng, a jujube, garlic, rice, and green onions. You bit your lip looking at the full Cornish hen that was sitting in your refrigerator, you needed it for the soup, but your mom also needed it. ‘Snap out of it (y/n), you’re doing this for Hoseok, you’ll bear the yelling from mom just this once.’ You mentally scolded yourself and took the chicken. You quickly wrote a note to your mom apologizing for taking the chicken and saying you’ll buy another one once you got back. You put everything in a big bag along with some prepacked side dishes, apple pears, honey, and a jar of citron tea. 

You walked back into your room to put Sehwa back to sleep, and that was another twenty minutes of patting her on the back and stroking her hair to get her to pass out again. You had twenty minutes left to get to Etre, and there were no trains running. You ran out of your house with the heavy bag, and into the city where you can hail a cab. You paid the driver some extra money so he could get you there faster. You looked up at the gates, and they were closed. You pushed the heavy iron gate open and they groaned loudly from being moved. You quickly took a scan of your surroundings to see if anyone woke up. Hoseok was at the entrance of Etre’s dorms with the door open for you. 

“You owe me for all the grief I went through just to get here,” You said as you made a mad dash for the kitchen. 

“I agree that I do,” Hoseok said as he ran with you. When you got to the kitchen you washed the rice, and started to soak it. While the rice was soaking you cleaned the chicken abrasively with salt. 

“Is there something I can help you with?” Hoseok asked. 

“Boil some water for me.” You said, still focusing on the chicken, Hoseok silently obeyed and started to boil a kettle full of water. Hoseok also started to unload all of the food you had brought onto the counters, so you could have easy accessibility to each ingredient. Namjoon looked at all food and noticed what you were making. 

“Samgyetang (ginseng chicken soup)? How did you know Jimin had a fever?” 

“I didn’t, I just went with my gut.” You said washing your hands so you can tie your hair up. You washed your hands once more and continued to clean the chicken. You pulled out giblets of the chicken, you cut away the skin and all of the fat off the chicken, also the tips of the wings, so the chicken could fit in the earth ware pot you found. You peeled eight cloves of garlic and cut of their tips off, after you peeled the garlic, you heated up the earth ware pot on the stove with some water in it. You heard the kettle whistle with steam, and you immediately took it off the fire. You poured the hot water into a tea cup and scooped out one spoonful of the citron tea marmalade into the water, and stirred. After that you washed the ginseng root and jujube. Your mouth made an audible ‘tch’ sound when you realized there wasn’t enough time to let the rice fully soak, but you started to stuff the chicken anyways. You first put in four cloves of garlic, rice, ginseng, rice, the jujube, rice, and the rest of the garlic. You picked up the full chicken and placed it in the pot, you placed the remaining rice in the pot, and more water for broth. 

“So how does (y/n) know how to make all of this?” Namjoon asked Hoseok. 

“Well she learned from her watching her grandma, and started to cook more for her parents and siblings after her grandmother died. Her mother was in so much grief she wouldn’t cook or doing anything at all for months.” Hoseok answered. You let soup cook on medium heat for thirty minutes, you set the timer and started to peel and dice the apple pears. You place the diced pears on a plate and drizzled honey on them. You carried the tea and the plate of fruit up to Jimin’s room. When you got to his room you saw him lying in bed with another boy watching him. You knew of  Yoongi, but you didn’t really know him. 

“Thank god you are here. I was getting a little worried. He has a fever, and he’s been coughing and sniffling a while in bed.” Yoongi explained. You crinkled your nose. 

“Sounds like he has the flu, it has been getting colder,” you placed the plate of pears on Jimin’s nightstand. With your free hand you pulled the cold rag on his forehead. 

“He needs to sweat off this flu, don’t let him cool down, keep him hydrated, not cool. If you let him cool down his fever will persist.” You instructed. You blew on the hot tea a little to make it a bit cooler, so Jimin could drink it. 

“Jimin wake up you need to drink this,” you said, placing your palm on his shoulder to shake him. You help him sit up a bit so he can take slow sips of the tea. You supported him by wrapping your arms around his shoulders and shoulder blades. His eyes were closed, but he still drank the tea. When he was half way done with the cup, you started to hand feed him a couple of cubes of the apple pears. 

When did Miju get here?” Jimin asked Yoongi, you rolled your eyes. 

“Out of all of the times you offended me Park Jimin, I’ve never been as offended as I am now. I am not that ditzy fake ass Yoo Miju.” You sneered, but Jimin was too sick to hear you. Yoongi laughed at your response. 

“Jimin was right you are smart mouthed like me.” He said, you turned to face Yoongi. 

“I guess,” you shrugged as you continued to feed Jimin. 

“This should stop his coughing for a little bit,” you made Jimin finish that cup of tea, then you left to go back to the kitchen to check on the soup. You turned the heat down to low for another half hour, you peeled more apple pears and diced them. You placed the apple pairs into cold water so they wouldn’t turn brown later on. You placed a note on the bowl saying ‘Park Jimin’ so no one would eat it. You also wrote a note to remind Hoseok or Namjoon to later in drizzle honey, and have Jimin eat that snack two or three times during the day. 

“What in god’s name are you doing?!” You quickly turned to see a woman standing in the kitchen with you. You had no idea who she was, or what to say, so you froze. 

“Wait Madame Hyojeong it’s okay.” Hoseok said as he came running back, he left for a few moments because he was in the bathroom. Namjoon went back to his room, because Hoseok urged him to get sleep. 

“She’s here to help Jimin. He’s sick and she’s the only one I know who could make samgyetang,” Hoseok explained. Madame Hyojeong studied your face, and noticed your eyes. 

“Are you the dandelion maker? (l/n) Minjae’s granddaughter?” Madame Hyojeong asked. You didn’t answer, but you stared back at Madame Hyojeong, she was a bit familiar to you. You imagined her face without glasses, less defined wrinkles, and a smile. 

“You’re Lee Hyojeong aren’t you?” Hoseok’s eyebrow shot up. You have never met any of the staff, except for Master Daejung. 

“My grandfather made pointe shoes for you, I remember watching you dance as Swanhilda in Coppelia,” you continued, Madame Hyojeong softly gasped. 

“You are his granddaughter, you have the eyes.” 

“Wait what is going on here?” Hoseok interrupted, Madame Hyojeong cleared her throat. 

“Never mind that Mister Jung. Mister Park is sick?”

“Yes,” you answered, “Hoseok asked me to come. He did not force me, I came here on my free will.” You were going to stand your ground, it didn’t matter to you. Hoseok needed help, you were his friend. There was a shimmer in Madame Hyojeong’s eyes when she smiled. 

“You really are like Minjae. I’ll leave to your business Miss (l/n),” Madame Hyojeong said, as she turned and left. 

 “How did she know your name?” Hoseok asked. 
“I guess you can say I’ve known her since I was a little girl,” you said shrugging. Your timer for the final thirty minutes went off you looked under the lid of the pot. The chicken is fully cooked with the rice, and the broth was beautifully clear. You let the soup get to another running boil and then took it off the heat, and placed green onions on top of it. 

“Go to bed Hoseok, you have class tomorrow,” you said.

“No, I can’t leave you alone,” Hoseok argued. 

“I can call in sick tomorrow, you still have class,” You were firm, but yet you weren’t yelling at him. Hoseok sighed, defeated. 

“Fine.” He said, as he walked back to his room. “Thank you again (y/n).” He said finally and left. You went back up to Jimin’s room to see that Yoongi was gone also, but the plate of apple pears was empty. It was around five in the morning, there was no way Jimin was going to class the next day. 

“Jimin, I have samgyetang with more tea. Come you need to eat.” Jimin weakly groaned, but couldn’t get up. You helped him up and out of his blankets, you then crouched in front of him. 

“Get on,” you said showing your back to him. Jimin used his little to none energy to slump on to your back. You lifted yourself and him up with your legs, and adjusted him once you were fully stood up. You walked all the way down to the kitchen, you placed him in a chair, but his eyes were still closed. It was like it was painful to open his eyes. You placed the bowl of soup in front of him, and an empty to plate to put all the rice and ginseng on. You also put down a cup of fresh tea and side dishes around. You didn’t expect Jimin to actually eat all of this, but it was better to have more than less in this case, and left overs were good. 

“Jimin can you feed yourself?” You asked, you answered by Jimin slumping forward and almost falling face first into the chicken. You quickly caught his head and pushed him back by his shoulders. 

“I am going to take that as a no,” you mumbled under your breath as you began to break apart the soft flesh of the chicken. You got some rice broth and a little bit of chicken onto a spoon and fed it to Jimin. He opened his mouth surprisingly, you made sure he sat up and kept his head up so he wouldn’t choke. You found the jujube, and started to peel the hot fruit so you could find the seed, that wasn’t supposed to be eaten. You ignored the burning feeling until you found the seed, you lightly blew the steam away, and fed it to Jimin. You scooped out the rice from the chicken and let it fall out on to the plate. You scooped the rice up and blew on it, you also made Jimin choke down the bits of the ginseng root. Apparently he doesn’t like eating it straight, but you still forced him. 

“The chicken is too plain…” You heard a small voice, Jimin’s eyes were slightly open. His face was still shiny from all the sweat that was produced from the soup. 

“I personally like the chicken with salt and sesame oil sauce,” he said. 

“Well…at least I know for sure I am not feeding a dead body,” you said, shoving another spoonful into Jimin’s mouth to shut him up. Jimin closed his eyes again, as you brought up the cup of tea to his mouth. You dabbed at his lips with a napkin, and you could feel the plushness of his lips through the paper. You were able to get him to eat some kimchi, half of the chicken, the whole ginseng root, the jujube, all the rice, and half of the cloves the garlic. You poured more water into the pot, and placed it back on the stove, so there would be more broth later. You helped Jimin finish off the rest of his tea, and sat back in his seat. He was breathing heavily from the heat, you knew you weren’t supposed to let him cool off, but you ran a clean soft rag under room temperature water to wipe Jimin’s face. You lifted up his black bangs so you could wipe his forehead of its sticky sheen. While you wiped his forehead you noticed he had three prominent moles on his forehead. Their placing kind of reminded you of an isosceles triangle, it was cute…

The lowest one was a bit above the inner corner of his eyebrow, another was place above that last one, but there was one in between the two on his right forehead. The last one was above the mid part of his left eye brow. You shook yourself out of the trance that was Jimin’s forehead, and continued to wipe the rest of his face; over his cheeks, upper lip, lips, nose, and the back of his neck. Instead of having a shiny appearance, Jimin’s skin now had a dewy appearance. You walked over to the earth ware pot and took it off of the stove and placed it on the counter. It was still hot, so you couldn’t put it in the fridge. Instead, you placed its matching lid on it with a note saying that the soup was Jimin’s and a short set of instructions on how to heat up the soup for him later on. You packed up the rest of the food and wrote Jimin’s name on them, along with the tea. You pulled out the chair Jimin was sitting on so he could climb onto your back. While you were walking up to his room you had to stop for a little and take a breather. You exhaled heavily, Jimin wasn’t too heavy, you were just tired from getting up early and cooking. You pulled out your phone to check the time, it was already six in the morning, you cursed under your breath. The other boys will be waking up soon, and that’s the last thing you wanted. 

To be caught as a girl in boys dorm with a boy on your back. You muscled your way to Jimin’s room without any of the boys actually seeing you, because none of them, luckily, left their rooms yet. You opened the door to Jimin’s door and quickly closed it. You really wanted to just drop Jimin on to his bed, but with the bit of energy you had, you gently laid him down. You were about to tuck him, but you heard him sniffling and started to cough. ‘I guess his fever is almost gone.’  You thought. That samgyetang work wonders you guessed. You ran back down to the kitchen grabbed the vapor rub, another cup of tea and ran back quickly to Jimin’s room without spilling or being seen. You placed the cup on his nightstand, and you were about to open the vapor rub, but you stopped when Jimin sat up. 

“I….need…the restroom…” He slurred. You groaned internally, yes he needed that tea, but it would also make him pee. You lifted him up princess style and carried him to the bathroom. You let stand steadily and turned away from the toilet. 

“Do your business by yourself okay?” Your cheeks were burning, you were literally in the bathroom with another boy who was not your brother or at least ten years younger than you. You visibly cringed when you heard the liquid sounds from behind you. You finally turned around when you herd the sound of fabric being pulled up. Jimin waddled to the sink and washed his hands, he was at the towel drying his hands, until he almost fell over from falling asleep again. You caught him and picked him up. 

“Jeez, the hell is wrong with you. I’ve never seen anyone this sleepy while having the flu.” You said to yourself, you walked back to Jimin’s bed, but his roommates were now awake. Luckily it was only Taehyung and Seokjin. 

“If any of you say a word about this I will deny everything, then slit your throats making your deaths look like accidents.” You said, not bothering to face them. Both boys didn’t say anything because they partly amazed and terrified. It was amazing that you were carrying Jimin, and terrified from your impressive strength that your threat seemed a little bit more real. 

“Hyung…” Taehyung weakly said, “I gotta pee now.” He said, and ran to the bathroom out of fear. You placed Jimin back on is bed, and shook your wrists out. 

“Can you believe?” you turned to face Seokjin, “that, I, the girl actually had to carry him like a princess? I guessed it is now confirmed Park Jimin is now a princess.” You said, chuckling at your own joke. You looked up and saw Seokjin with a nervous smile. 

“More power to you?” He said, then retreated to the bathroom quickly. Both boys impressively got ready at a fast pace, and left you alone with a sleeping Jimin. You finally got to the vapor rub and opened it without interruptions this time. You noticed the weight of everything you were about to do, when you saw the little bit of flesh that was exposed when Jimin undid his first button. This wasn’t your brother, this was a boy was not related to you by blood or marriage, Jimin wasn’t even your friend for crying out loud. But after five minutes of mentally slapping yourself and pulling up the courage you started to undo the rest Jimin’s pajama shirt. You decided to stop once you have cleared his chest. You wanted to save some of his and your dignity. You technically didn’t have his consent, and you were probably going to get yelled at by him, but you remembered you were doing this for Hoseok, your friend. You dipped your fingers into the creamy ointment and scooped a little out to rub onto Jimin’s chest. You started to slowly rub into his skin, trying to work it in while not waking him up. The skin of his chest was very smooth and you can feel the bumps and ridges of his fit muscles and tendons. It took a very a long time to cover his whole chest. You also delicately rubbed some of the rub on his throat, trying not to crush it or wake him up. The last part you covered was his nostrils. It was only a light coat that was meant to clear up his sinuses while he slept. You softly started to loop the buttons on Jimin’s shirt into their holes, covering up his skin by one clasp at a time. When you were done with the shirt you pulled his comforter up to his chin so he would be warm in spite of the harsh cold October mornings. You placed a note next to Jimin’s cup of tea telling to drink it even if it was cold. You sat next to Jimin’s bed and started to think about what you should make next, maybe yukgaejang? That would big time knock the cold out of him, You stood up to leave, but you were stopped because something grabbed onto you. You turned to see Jimin gripping onto the sleeve of your sweatshirt. He took his other hand and moved up your arm to pull you to him. He wrapped his long arms around what was your small frame, you could every breath he took and every beat his heart made. 

“Thank you for taking care of me (y/n).” He whispered into your ear. You pulled yourself out from his grip and laid him back down. 

“Ugh, I guess you become crazy when you are sick too huh?” You said, and left his room to run to the grocery store to buy food. You bought everything you didn’t have at home for yukgaejang, and all of the ingredients you needed to replace at home. After you bought everything you needed. you took the train home and replaced the hen you took from your mom. 

“(y/n) what are you doing up so early?” Your mom asked when she saw you in the kitchen digging around for hot pepper flakes and other seasonings that weren’t in the Etre kitchen. 

“Hoseok’s wanted me to make yukgaejang because Park Jimin is sick.” 

“Don’t forget to add rice, the rice will help fill him up so he gets more energy.” Your mother stated plainly. You turned and packed a small handful of red beans and rice. Red beans were high in helpful nutrients. You packed everything in another bag with all of the food you bought from the grocery store. 

“I promise I’ll re-buy everything I took mom,” you called out as you ran out the door. 

“You’re actually letting her go?” Jaewook asked as he took a seat at the dining table. 

“After all these years I stuck her behind a work bench, I feel really bad that she didn’t have as much fun as a regular teenager does. I even had more freedom than her.” Your mom said as she watched your running figure from the kitchen window. 

“Your dad actually mentioned she made a new friend yesterday and she was having dinner with him. I only remember Chaerin and Hoseok being (y/n)’s only friends. I robbed my daughter of that, I can’t get the past friends she could have made back. But what I can do now is let her have the friends she is making in the present.“ Your mom finally as said, as she disappeared into the house to wake up Sehwa.

You were riding the train back to Etre when you saw Jaejung squeeze his way through the mass of bodies. 

“Whoa what clan are you feeding darling?” Jaejung asked when he noticed the giant bag of food you were carrying. 

"Well that spoiled Siegfried got sick, and his close friend begged me to take care of him. I am now his shoemaker and cook.“ You said rolling your eyes. 

"Are you always a comedian twenty-four seven (l/n) (y/n)?“ 

"I’m here all week." 

 "What are you making?” Jaejung asked, changing the subject. 


 "Oh that’s my favorite." 

 "I promise I will make it for you another day, deal?" 

 "Deal.” You and Jaejung linked your pinkies together and twisted your hands up so your thumbs touched. You felt you phone buzz in your pocket.  

HO-seok: Status update 

(y/n)iie: Uh….Fine I guess. I’m not with him at the moment….

HO-seok: What?! 

(y/n)iie: Before you go ham on me, I left him because I went to get more food for him.

HO-seok: Oh….that makes more sense now. Sorry for bothering you ^-^ 

You breathed out a sigh of relief, you were safe from Hoseok’s wrath. Hoseok was extremely friendly, you would agree if someone said he was the sun, but if you messed with his friends it was game over. 

HO-seok: Do you need any help? You’re probably tired.

(y/n)iie: get me a cup of strong green tea, and I’ll be good. I can handle the rest. 

You got off the train with Jaejung and walked with him through the city. While you were walking you two were talking about dancing some more. He was very passionate and loved teaching as well. He was telling about how excited he was to show off his new choreography as soon as it was done. Your heart fluttered, you never got to experience a first love given you only went to middle school, and for high school you were practically home schooled. 

"Hey do you want me to carry that bag into Etre for you? You look tired.“ Jaejung offered. You were about to say no, but he was already taking it from. 

"But don’t you have to go to work?” You said helplessly. 

"Don’t worry about it too much Darling, they won’t miss me too much.“ Jaejung lifted the bag and placed it onto his broad shoulders. 

"Is it too heavy?” You asked as you rotated your cramped shoulder. 

"It’s not too bad, I think I’ve lifted heavier in the gym.“ Jaejung answered. "Are you worried about me darling?” Jaejung smirked. 

"I mean obviously if I am asking.“ You replied bluntly. Jaejung laughed at your response, most girls would be all blushy and deny their feelings. Your straight to point personality was what attracted Jaejung, that meant you would never lie. You got to Etre and walked all the way to the student kitchen. The gates were now open so you didn’t have to open them yourself. Jaejung managed to sneak his way in without a pass with you. He set down the bag of food and took a breath. 

"Okay, that bag does get heavy after a while.” He admitted. You tossed a bottle of water at him and unloaded the bag. 

"I’ll see you around darling.“ He waved. 

"See you later Jaejung.” You waved back and watched him leave. You stored all of the perishable food into the refrigerator with Jimin’s name on them. Last thing you needed was to have another dancer think that food wasn’t anyone’s, eating it, and forcing you to go back out and buy more. 

You made another cup of hot citron tea and walked up to Jimin’s room. It was eight in the morning now, Sehwa should be already on her bus…

You were little disappointed that you didn’t have the time to walk with her again. You probably would have bought her chocolate after she was on the bus so she could have it after dinner, guess that’ll be for another time. You walked up to see if Jimin was awake, he wasn’t, not that you were shocked that he was still slumbering. You woke him up gently so you could get him to sit up and drink he tea. You supported his back while he slowly took sips. He still had a slight fever, but your yukgaejang was gonna knock this fever out of him, you knew it. Jimin finished half of the cup, and he pulled away from the tea. He looked and saw your face. Your hair was slightly messy, it wasn’t as neat as it usually was, there were some stray baby hairs that framed you face. The rays from the sun outlined your figure he could have sworn he was dead. His body still felt warm and heavy with sleep. 

“(y/n)?” Jimin muttered out in a low whisper. You started to lower his body back on to the bed. 

“Just go back to sleep Jimin.” You mumbled as you pulled the blanket back on him. 

Miju saw the whole scene, you left the door open, and Miju couldn’t help but peek inside. She saw you feed Jimin the tea, the brief moment you two talked, and tucking JImin in. Her grip tightened around the large canister of chicken soup. She couldn’t cook actually it was just soup from a can. There was a pang in her chest that pulsated with pain. She was sure that you knew Jimin for less time that she did, why were you here? 

Miju walked away from the Jimin’s room, and hid out of your line of sight when she heard your footsteps coming towards her. You closed Jimin’s door behind you and walked down to the kitchen to prepare everything for the yukgaejang, yukgaejang was not hard, just time consuming. You started be soaking and washing the gosari, while the beans were boiling, re-soaking in water so they were plump and supple to eat. You also placed the bright red brisket meat into a bowl of cold water to soak up some excess blood. While you were waiting for everything to soak or boil you started to chop the large green onion, cutting it into small stalks, and each stalk in half so Jimin could swallow them. After the green onions were done you started to wash the mung bean sprouts, rinsing a couple it couple of times so the vegetables, to get rid of the leaves. leaving only the milky stalks. When the gosari was done soaking you rinsed the mountain vegetables with cold water, getting rid of anymore lingering dust. You grabbed and handful and cut the stems into halves. You strained the boiled red beans saving the bean water so you could cook it with the rice. While you straining the beans you heard a pair of slippers scuffling across the hard wood floor of the kitchen, you looked and saw Jimin. He was actually awake, you felt your chest flutter, you were so proud that your home cooking brought him back alive. Meaning that you didn’t poison him, leaving a very angry school of dancers… 

“Morning sunshine…or should I say afternoon?” You said as you looked at the clock reading ‘1:45′. 

“You sure I didn’t die and go to hell, because you’re here with me?” Jimin replied sarcastically. 

“You know it’s not too late to slip arsenic into your food.” You mumbled and shot Jimin an evil glare. You walked away from the beans and started to re-heat the half eaten samgyetang on the stove. Jimin watched you walk around the kitchen, as you started to pour something into a sauce plate. 

"Wait do you actually have arsenic?!” Jimin gulped. 

“No, do you really think I’m a psycho?” You said as you placed the dipping sauce next to Jimin. It was for the chicken….Jimin did say in his sleep that his favorite was the sesame oil and salt dip for the chicken. 

“My favorite….” Jimin stared down at the plate. 

“Yeah, you kind of told me in your sleep.” You explained. 

“You actually listened?” 

“There was no one else here but me when you said that.”

“I just didn’t expect you to listen. I mean told Miju that during the summer when we got samgytang, but she only got that honey soy sauce dip.”  You crinkled your nose. 

“The two things I hate: people who don’t listen and that sauce.” Jimin chuckled at your response.

“So you don’t like honey soy sauce?”

“Ew, no.” You replied curtly, and removed the soup from the stove and placed it front of Jimin. You also set down another plate from him to use just in case and a set of utensils. 

“Thanks,” Jimin started to eat the dish. He stared down longingly at the soup. 

“Is there something wrong with it? I swear I-”

“It just reminds me of Jihyun.” Jimin said, cutting you off. 

“I’m sorry, but who?” You asked giving him a puzzled look. 

“He’s my little brother. We use to eat samgyetang together as little kids, and I’ve never had samgyetang that taste like this while I was away from home.” Jimin sniffled. You could have sworn you heard Jimin’s voice crack, but you opted not to say anything. 

“Is it good?”

 “It’s actually one of the best I’ve ever had.” Jimin said, “where did you learn how to make this?”

“My grandma taught me when I was younger. My mom didn’t trust me in the kitchen at that age. My grandma…believed in me…she was something else.” You muttered. Jimin could tell that this was a sensitive subject for you and didn’t say anything else, and continued to eat, dipping the bland flesh of chicken into the salty oil. Jimin finished the whole chicken, rice, garlic, and broth. 

“How’s your throat?” 

“It’s still sore and scratchy.” Jimin admitted. You walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out the cold bowl of apple pears. You grabbed a couple of handfuls, dried them off with paper towel, and drizzled honey over them. 

“Our cook use to do this for me when I was sick.” Jimin said, popping a couple cubes into his mouth, filling his cheeks.


“Yeah, my parents hired her. My mom doesn’t really know how to cook.” Jimin said, as he continued to eat. You poured Jimin a fresh cup of tea, which he drank without saying anything. He was asleep whenever you made him drink the citron tea, now he could finally taste it. 

‘It’s sweet…and sour…like her.’  He thought as he drank the warm tea. 

“Let me feel your forehead,” you said, while walking over to Jimin. Before he could say anything you slid your palm under his bangs and felt his forehead, and smiled. Jimin could feel his blood careening into his cheeks. He’s never had a girl touch him like this or smile at him this closely. You quickly pulled your hand away and did a little victory dance. 

“Yes! I did it, your fever is gone. That means Hoseok won’t kill me~!” You said, acting dorky until you went back to your spot at the kitchen to continue Jimin’s dinner. 

“You can go back to bed now.” You said shooing Jimin away. Jimin hung his head and walked back to his room. 

You washed the rice added the red beans and the red bean water and began to cook the red bean rice. You also put the soaked beef, some dried mushrooms, and onions into a pit of boiling water to create the broth. 


“Wait you mean (y/n) carried Jimin?” Hoseok asked, “(l/n) (y/n)?” Taehyung and Seokjin blankly nodded. 

“See, that’s why you don’t mess with her. She’s insanely strong.” Chaerin snickered. 

“I’d say she’s like Doo Bong Soon.” Taehyung added, Yoongi slapped Taehyung in the back of the head. 

“Don’t over exaggerate. This isn’t a drama.” Yoongi hissed. 

“That still is impressive, she carried Jimin multiple times.” Namjoon said, "she must be tired, she’s been awake since two in the morning.” 

Hoseok frowned, he felt guilt nibble at him. He asked you to sacrifice a bunch for a person you didn’t even like. This was your own time you were throwing away for him.  

“She’s a good person, I’ll make sure I’ll make it up to her somehow.” Hoseok admitted. 

“We should reserve a front seat for her at ‘Sleeping Beauty’ and buy her dinner afterwords!” Jungkook excitedly suggested. 

“That’s a terrific idea, what do you think Miju?” Chaerin asked, Miju didn’t say anything up to this point in their conversation, and she usually would have thrown her to cents in by now. 

“Yeah….that sounds great.” She answered quietly. No one really was concerned about her silent response, and continued onto a new subject to talk about. 

Jimin actually slept as you cooked in the kitchen. Now that the stock was  made and you shredded up the beef you added the chili peppers, sugar, and oils that gave yukgaejang that famous kicking heat. It was almost dinner time, and your stomach rumbled, crying for you to feed it. You totally forgot to eat during the day, you pulled out your phone and called up a nearby restaurant to drop off food. The other students of Etre were eating dinner in the dining hall, so you were pretty safe. When ever you heard someone coming you would make a mad dash for the bathroom and lock the door. You poured the soup into another earth ware pot, and started to scoop out the rice in a bowl, and placed it on the table with other dishes. You went to Jimin’s room to see he was actually awake, sitting at his desk. You could see the lines of thinking wrinkling his forehead as he tried to figure out the problem in front of him. You peeked over his shoulder to see that he was working on, chemistry. Jimin massaged the bridge of his nose and tapped his pencil against his temple. You noticed that he was studying constant acids and bases. 

"Do you need help?” You offered, Jimin looked up from his worksheet. 

“Didn’t you drop out of high school or something?” You frowned at his answer. You were perfectly capable at high school academics like any other student. 

“To find the concentration of OH in a weak base you must create the conjugate acid so you have one less hydrogen in water. If you have one oxygen and one hydrogen, you’ll get the OH.” You said, drawing out the conjugates on his paper. Jimin looked at you amazed. 

“Wait you knew all that?”

“If I didn’t why would I offer pointless help.” You said dryly and turned to leave his room. 

“Dinner is ready, come down after you made your ICE chart and found Kb.” You sat in the kitchen eating your own dinner, when you saw Jimin shyly peek in. He was holding his chemistry work sheet, calculator, and pencils in his hands. 

“Can you help me out while we eat?” He asked. He was a bit ashamed that he assumed your level of intelligence when clearly knew what you were talking about.

“What from me? A high school drop out?” You fake gasped. Jimin pulled up his seat at his place setting. 

‘I’m sorry for what I said, I really am ashamed I looked down upon you. I didn’t know.” 

“Just because you don’t know, doesn’t mean you can fill it in with your own truth.” You answered eating another spoonful of rice. 

“Please, I am begging here, chem is really kicking my ass.” 

“Fine.” You huffed, “eat, then we’ll work. You can’t think when you aren’t full.” Jimin nodded like a puppy and picked up his utensils. Jimin ate quite a bit in general, but he never ate as often in a day like today. You figured he was always hungry today, because he was sick. Jimin put half of the rice that was in his bowl into the soup. 

“You made red bean rice?” He said, looking up. 

“The nutrients in the red beans will help you.” You answered, picking up Jimin’s problems to see what he was working on. 

“Do you understand what is going on?” He asked, you nodded and flipped the paper. 

“I’m already done with everything I need in chemistry to be honest. I’m doing advanced biology now. I think we use the same program for schooling.” You said, recognizing the problems as arithmetic you did a while ago. 

“Wait really?”

“Not the high school drop out you thought I was huh?” 

“I said I was sorry.” Jimin said, going back to eating.

“How is it?” You asked, changing the ubject.

“It’s really good, I think the spiciness is perfect for me.” Jimin admitted, eating a spoonful of hearty vegetables. When Jimin was done you picked up his dishes and took them to sink to wash. You rinsed each dish and proceeded to soak them in water. You were about to sit back down in your seat, but you heard a group of students coming. They must have been coming back from dinner, and were going back to their rooms. You quickly ran and hid behind the island counter that was in the kitchen. Jimin noticed you hiding and realized why you were doing what you were doing so he acted like he was paying attention to his chem homework so no one would suspect a thing. When the coast was clear Jimin leaned over the counter see your huddled body.

“You can come out now, no one is here.” 

“AAHH, you scared me!” You screamed, looking up to meet Jimin’s eyes. You noticed how close you and Jimin were, you two could touch noses. You pressed your palm against his face and pushed him up and away. 

“What was that for?!”

“You were too close,” you said sitting back at you seat, “let’s just get back to chemistry.” 

Jimin took his seat next to you and worked with him for hours, sometimes having to re-explain the concept in different ways so he could understand it more clearly. You were patient with him, and to his surprise you didn’t yell at him one bit. it was nine-thirty at night and Jimin managed to get a grip on what he was finally doing. He went off the finish his problems on his own, with you watching carefully, or so he thought. He could hear small snores coming from your direction, and was met with your covered eyes. You had a moment of silence, and finally dozed off. He was about to shake you awake but Hoseok was passing through coming from a late night practice. 

“Wait, don’t wake her up.’ Hoseok ran over to stop Jimin. “She’s been awake since two in the morning. I think she’ll bite your head off if you woke her.” Hoseok chuckled. 

“She’s been here since two?” Hoseok nodded. 

“Yeah, she’s been here since you passed out, I asked her come. She actually didn’t have to come, she came here on her free will.” Jimin looked down to the ground feeling more guilt. You’ve done so much for him already, stepping out of your everyday life to help him, and never ask for anything. You don’t even tell him that it distracts you from your own world full of duties, you let him think that it was a requirement or job of yours. 

“I’m not too sure what you think of her, but she really is a good person.” Hoseok added. “Anyways, I’m going to bed, goodnight.” He said and disappeared. 

Jimin glanced back you, and thought that the table was uncomfortable, so he walked over and picked you up. Surprisingly you weren’t too heavy for his weak body. He carried you up to his room, hugging you close to his body so your limbs wouldn’t hit anything while he was walking. Taehyung and Seokjin were already in the room, when Jimin walked in with you. 

“Well at least she’s not the one doing the carrying.” Seokjin said snickering, Taehyung laughed also, knowing that  Seokjin was referring back to the morning when you were carrying Jimin around. Jimin shot the two of them a confused look. 

“Oh you don’t know?”

“(y/n) was carrying you this morning just like a princess.” Seokjin finished. 

“She’s crazy strong, she even threatened us if we tried telling someone else.” Taehyung said. Jimin’s lips formed and ‘o’ shape. Jimin sat on his desk and worked throughout the night trying to finish up homework, but he eventually fell asleep, he didn’t know he fell asleep or when he did. When you woke up you looked at your phone and realized it was eleven. You only had one more hour until the subway closed and there goes your ride home. You got and noticed that all three boys were asleep and quietly left the room. Jimin woke up when his head slipped out of his hand and hit his head on his hard desk. Jimin rubbed his forehead and looked over his shoulder to his empty bed….

Wait…empty bed? Jimin ran out of his room and into the kitchen and noticed all of your bags were gone. He ran through the school looking for you, he finally ran out of the school and saw you walking towards the front gates. He ran up to you and spun you around to face. 

“What are you doing?! You can’t just wonder around at night.” He hissed.

“What are you talking about? I’m just going home.” 

“But you shouldn’t be, not at this time.”

“I don’t belong here Jimin.” Your last sentence rang through his ears. What did you mean that you don’t belong here, he forgot you weren’t a dancer, and you haven’t been attending this school for years like he did. 

“You have to stay here, you might get hurt out there.” Jimin was met with a combination of your sarcastic eye roll and scoff. 

“I don’t know what you are thinking Jimin, but we aren’t friends,” There was a pang in his chest, “we never were.” And there it was again. “We aren’t close at all, I only came here because Hoseok begged me. What happened today doesn’t matter. None of this means anything, it all means nothing to me.”


Don’t Speak *Cristiano Ronaldo imagine*


I sighed closing the door to the house, today was a long day and all I wanted to do right now was sleep. However as I walked past the kitchen I realized that sleep wasn’t even close to what I could do. Groaning I set my bag down, and tied up my hair as I begun to wash dishes. 

As I continued to wash the dishes, it seemed like it was never ending because every time I washed a dish more would appear like it was some sort of sorcery. And at some point in my mind I just said, “Fuck it!” throwing the sponge in the sink I stormed through the house looking for one person in particular. 

When I walked past the game room, I heard laughing and stopped. Taking a look inside I saw exactly who I was looking for. I slammed the door open and it ended up hitting the wall. Cristiano jumped slightly and turned around giving me a smile, “Hey babe” 

I raised an eyebrow, “Don’t you hey babe me” I told him

Cristiano stood up and made his way over to give me a kiss when I stopped him, “What’s wrong?” He asked

“What’s wrong Cristiano? How about I’ve been working late shifts every night since the last two weeks, and when I come home I come home to dishes that seem to be multiplying every second. You’re home since 4 o’clock you can’t wash the dishes?Are your hands broken or some shit?” I asked

Cristiano stared at me in shock, “I’m sorry, you feel that way but there’s nothing I can do about your late shifts” He said trying to be funny

I gave him a blank stare, “I’m not fucking around Cristiano” 

He sighed, “Alright I’m sorry, but I don’t know what you want me to do honestly. The house stuff is all your job, I just fix things and play soccer” Cristiano said turning around

“So you’re saying house chores are for women alone?”

Cristiano quickly turned around, “Well I mean-”

I scoffed, “Fuck you Cristiano” 

“Y/N come on”

I pushed his hands away, “No seriously fuck you, I do some much shit and you don’t do anything minus play video games when you’re not on the field or at practice.”

“And what do you do at work? You’re a nurse, you just assist the damn doctors all day and you’re here yelling at me!”

I stared at him, “So that’s what you think I do all day? I have to fucking deal with other ignorant ass people and then come home and deal with the fucking king of ignorance” I yelled at him

“And how do you think it is with you?! You’re the same way!You never stop nagging and you’re just as ignorant as I am” 

I groaned in frustration, and walked out of the game room. Fine! He doesn’t want to hear my nagging, he won’t have to hear it anymore then. 

~The Next Day

When I woke up, I didn’t even bother making breakfast and just grabbed a bowl of cereal I sat down at the table and scrolled through the news on my phone. After a little while, Cristiano woke up and looked around. “You didn’t make breakfast?” He asked

I didn’t say anything and placed my bowl in the sink. Cristiano raised an eyebrow, “Hello? Am I speaking into the air?” He asked again

I walked past him and he reached out grabbing my arm but missing. I just continued walking to the room and getting ready to go to work, grabbing my keys I walked out into the garage. “Y/N, hey I haven’t seen you in a while?”Marcelo said 

I smiled giving him a hug, “It has been how are the boys?” I asked

Cristiano looked between us with his mouth open and a face full of shock, Marcelo chuckled, “They’re great, Liam’s not keeping us up as much as he used to, and Enzo’s actually been asking about you” He said

I smiled, “Well tell Enzo, I’ll stop by soon with Junior one of these days” 

Marcelo nodded, “Will do”

“Hey Y/N, can you pass me that?” Cristiano asked

I payed him no attention, and gave Marcelo a hug. “I’ve got to run to the hospital, I’ll see you later alright” I told him

Marcelo nodded chuckling, "Have fun at work" He said

I waved and started walking to my car, “You see what I mean, she’s been ignoring me like that since this morning” I heard Cristiano say

I rolled my eyes getting in my car and heading off to work. My time at work was so nice, for some reason today no one was begging ignorant or rude it was just a nice and peaceful day. So you could imagine how I felt when the day ended, I groaned walking through the doors Leila and Frankie next to me. “What’s up with you? Are you Y/N actually enjoying work today?” Frankie asked

I nodded, “It’s my break today”

They chuckled, we eventually had to split up and get into our separate cars and then home. Once I got home, I sighed as soon as I walked through the door. Heading into the kitchen I had already started to tie my hair up when I saw the amount of dishes in the sink.

I rolled my eyes not even not speaking to the damn man will get him to help out. “Y/N these are for you” Cristiano said

I didn’t pay him any attention, and continued to wash the mount of dishes in the sink. Cristiano sighed, “Y/N are you really going to ignore me? I said I was sorry”

Again I didn’t say anything, and just scoffed. Cristiano stayed all the way till I finished washing the dishes. He followed me all the way around the house as I did everything that needed to be done even when I went to the bathroom he stayed outside the door. 

And just as I was going to walk out of the door, Cristiano pulled the door shut. I groaned, “I’m not letting go of the door until you talk to me Y/N” He said

I raised an eyebrow, and looked around the bathroom. I shook my head, and opened up the window. Climbing out, I walked around the house and to the front door getting the key from under the mat I unlocked the door and went to the bedroom. 

When I walked in Cristiano stared at me shocked, “How did you? There’s no-God Damnit Y/N” He said

I shook my head at him, and changed my clothes. 


When I woke up the next morning, the entire living room and coffee table was filled with flowers and teddy bear’s. I looked around confused, and Cristiano came over placing his hand over my shoulder, “So do you like it? It’s my way of saying I’m sorry about what I said the other day. I was wrong, and I-Wait where are you going?” He asked as I walked away

I didn’t answer him, and continued walking out of the living room. Cristiano sighed, “Y/N please speak to me I’m sorry, alright I’m a fucking tool and I deserve to be hit” He said

I tried my hardest not to laugh, but he continued, “Seriously sometimes I don’t know why you stay with me, but then I remember how attractive I am and then I realize-but that’s not the point.” He said continuing to ramble on

I chuckled shaking my head, “Shut up Ronaldo” 

Cristiano smiled, “She speaks” He said

I rolled my eyebrows, “She does speak”

Cristiano sighed, “I really am sorry about what I said to you the other night, I know what you do is important both at work and here. I understand that now, and I don’t know what made me be an ass and say those things” 

I nodded, “I’m glad you realized how important I am” 

Cristiano chuckled, “Is there anything you’d like to say to me?” 

I sighed, “I’m sorry for calling you ignorant and comparing you with the patients, and thank you for washing the dishes this morning” 

Cristiano gave me a smile pulling me close to him, “I love you”

I smiled, “I love myself too”



I meant to write this months ago, but forgot about it lol. Here it is now. Happy Birthday XD



Simon loved Baz.

There was no doubt about that. The two boys had come a long way since being enemies. The rings on their fingers proved that.

Everyday he spent with Baz was cherished. They still fought of course, but Simon didn’t ever question what he felt for Baz. He was excited to marry him. The rich vampire was what he wanted. He wanted more than an endgame. He wanted the love, the fights, and the frustration that came with Baz.

What he didn’t want, was to be standing in a shop looking at a billion ties they could wear for their wedding.

Simon had suggested they go pick out some ties that they liked and make a date out of it. Maybe go walking around or stop by their favourite cafe after, knowing they were one step closer to their happy ever after. It seemed he’d momentarily forgotten who Baz was.

Baz held up two green ties squinting at them while he considered them.

“Baz, pick one. They are both fine.” Simon said, trying his best not slouch when they looking at such expensive accesories.

“Snow, I can’t just pick one. This is important so I can’t choose the wrong colour.” Baz threw Simon a look over his shoulder and rolled his eyes. “I like this one. It won’t wash me out, and it will bring out your eyes. Your skin tone and freckles will be complemented nicely.”

Simon groaned. “They’re both green!”

“Are you intentionally being dense? This one is clearly Shamrock green,” Baz said holding up the rejected tie. “This colour is called Poseidon. Completely different.”

Simon listened but struggled to see what his fiancé was talking about.

Green. They were both green.

“All I see is green. I see no other colour. Just green.”

Baz scoffed. He held on to the acceptable tie, but picked up another.

“I thought you said you liked the Shamrock one!” Simon exclaimed. “Why are you looking at another one?”

“Firstly, I said I liked the Poseidon one. Keep up, Snow.” Baz corrected. “I never said we were buying it.”

Simon moved to rest his forward against the wall of the shop and groaned.

Baz smirked. It was so easy to mess with his chosen one. He tried not to laugh when Simon started softly banging his head against the wall.

Of course he was going with Poseidon green.

Remembrance (Bigby x Reader)

Originally posted by zaeedsmassani

“Damn.” Bibgy grumbled, tugging at the starched collar of his dress shirt. “I really wish Snow wouldn’t make such a big deal of things.”

I laughed.

“Aw, c’mon Bigby! You can’t tell me that, out of all your years spent dispensing justice in Fabletown, you’ve never once attended the Remembrance Ball?”

“Eh, dances aren’t really my thing. I’ve got two left feet: sometimes four.” He flashed a small, self-satisfied grin my way. “I still can’t believe that you’re coming to the ball. I thought for sure Cole or Snow would try to bar you from attending. Not because they don’t like you or anything! But y’know… It’s a celebration for fables and you’re… uh… not one.” Bigby looked away at the dusty elevator wall as he scratched his head, giving me a chance to look at his slicked back hair. It almost looked presentable.

Keep reading

Earning the right to call him “Noct”

The meeting finally concluded several hours overdue, yet two members of the committee continued to chastise him about his declining grades right there in the hallway. He was the prince, but the prestigious high school will not accept him easily if he did not show extraordinary potential.

Impatient, Noctis extracted himself gradually but persistently, walking backwards and offering curt nods to indicate his farewell, promising that he will ‘definitely do better’ throughout the rest of the semester. He dropped the act the moment he rounded the corner and escaped their judgmental watchful eyes, and made for his private quarters.

There were no new messages on his phone, but the digital watch on his wrist blinked the time 11:53 PM. It was super late at night, he only hoped his last appointment wouldn’t suffer from the unexpected delay. 

Ignis would wait for him, wouldn’t he?

Every step came quicker than the one before it, his shoes knocked loud against the polished marble floors of the royal wing, Noctis all but jogged to his living room and barged in, with only his key card buzzing to undo the lock and a dying apology on his smiling lips.

“Sorry I’m late!” He announced not even halfway through the door, but the vast room ahead was silent and dim; empty.

The persistent wheezing escaping his slack mouth filled the silence, and then the door eased closed with finality. He yanked on the uncomfortable tie and undid the top button of his lapel, dejected.

His downward gaze caught on a piece of paper left on the entrance table, the handwriting elegant and crisp. “I had to leave after forty minutes. Scientia.”

The sigh that escaped his burning lungs was interrupted by a knob rattling open, and then one Ignis Scientia walked out of the wash room. “Oh, My apologies.” He said simply, “I had to use your facilities.”

Noctis stared, “The paper said you left.” and showed it to him before tossing it back onto the table and placing his hands on his hips.

“Yes, I had intended to leave immediately after writing it, but I have a long ride ahead and couldn’t afford to be late anymore than I already am.” He adjusted his glasses and studied the young man currently fighting to regain some breath. “Is something the matter?”

Noctis opened his mouth to say something, but the sight of his busy advisor focused solely on the screen of his phone made him reconsider. “Everything’s fine.”

“Are you sure?” Ignis typed a short message and slipped his phone back into his pocket, “Your message said you had something to talk about.”


Pressed for time, Ignis shifted his weight to the other leg and fixed the boy with a lengthy gaze. “You had me wait forty minutes over nothing?” He waited for a response but there was none, “Couldn’t you send me an indication that I could proceed to my next appointment? I hadn’t begun my drive and I’m already late.”

“My bad.” Noct shrugged and turned to look out the large windows overlooking the city, the night view cast golden lights on his stiff silhouette.

“Well, then. Excuse me.” Ignis bowed and made to the door, remembered the suit jacket he forgot on the couch, and made to grab it before leaving.

Hearing the door close shut, Noctis allowed his shoulders to drop and his frustrations to come bursting out. “I just wanted to see you…”

“Excuse me?”

Noctis turned in surprise, hair flying everywhere, face noticably flushed. “I thought you left!”

“I forgot my jacket…” Ignis said slowly, “Are you… crying?”

“I’m not!” Noctis snapped and turned his head back to the window. “It’s- It’s nothing.”

The straining in his chest didn’t sound like ‘nothing’ to Ignis, his phone vibrated again, the King’s advisor was getting impatient.

“Hello, this is Scientia.” He said to the secretary on the other end, his eyes fixed on the defenseless back of his ward. “I’m afraid my business holds me longer than anticipated, I cannot make it to tonight’s meeting. Yes, I do not know when I will be able to, so i must reschedule. I understand. You have my sincerest apologies. Have a good night.” 

Noctis watched the exchange through the reflection on the glass, and only turned to look directly at him when the phone call ended. “I thought it was important.”

“It was.” Ignis admitted with a sigh, “But you are more important.”

The phrase was meant to put the young prince’s mind at ease, but it only seemed to upset him more. He whipped his head back to the sleepless Insomnia below and tightly crossed his arms.

“What did you mean you ‘only wanted to see me’?” the kindness in his words did nothing to fill the cold silence that followed, it was uncomfortable for both of them. “Prince, please explain. Have I done something to upset you?”



“It’s nothing.”

The conversation had reached a dead end. Ignis had been here on several occasions; the prince would put up his walls high and mighty, and there was nothing anybody could do to get through to him, not even the king himself.

It was the first time Noctis had put up his guard because of him, though, and that left a bitter taste in his mouth. usually he’d let things run their course and when the mood started to look up again, he would sweep in and comfort Noctis with whatever he could offer. Sometimes it was baked sweets, other times a road trip to the nearest arcade, he was supposed to be the fixer-upper of any disagreement. 

Now, though, it almost felt like there would be no returning from this.

Noctis was shutting him out personally, and it was almost… maddening?

“I thought you were my friend.” Noct sighed, admitting defeat. “I just wanted to hang out… Nothing serious. But… You’re so busy and I’m… so…” He released another shaky sigh and brushed an annoying strand of hair off the back of his neck. “I won’t bother you again.”

“Nonsense.” Ignis approached and laid a comforting hand on the shorter one’s shoulder, drawing his attention to look at him directly. “I’m honored to be your friend.”


He smiled, relieved that this skinny nerd was upset over something so trivial it never crossed his mind. “I apologize for not addressing your insecurities earlier, but I consider you a dear and irreplaceable friend. The only one for whom I would ditch a private dinner with the King’s advisor, in fact.”

Big blue eyes watched him speak every word with growing relief. “Then why the heck were you being a jerk about it!” 

“I am under a lot of restraints as well!” He busied himself with undoing the prince’s badly knotted necktie. “With your grades and health fluctuating this last month, the grown ups are becoming anxious. Everybody needs me to tell them what they want to hear, and i could not possibly burden you with my rants when you’ve barely begun to recover from your last bout of flu.”

Noctis watched with furrowed brows as his right cuff link got undone, and then the other. “Still, lately you’re treating me less like a friend… and… more like a burden.”

Ignis couldn’t help but flinch at the sharp words, from the one person whose opinion meant the world, nonetheless. “I never meant for it to be that way; I only assumed my presence would stress you more in these trying times and made to reduce my presence in your private space.”

“Yeah, no, don’t do that anymore.” He shook his head dismissively, and actually reached up to undo Ignis’ bow tie. “Now that it’s cleared up, I have a request.”

“Yes, your highness?”

“Stop calling me ‘your highness’ when it’s only us.” He ordered with a small smile, his face slightly flushed from the awkwardness of the whole ordeal. “Just call me Noct.”

“As you wish… Noct.” He was the first person to have that honor be bestowed upon him, at least for a little while. “Now that my schedule is cleared, would you like to watch that tv show I kept recommending?”

The prince scrunched up his nose, “You mean historical documentary? Ehh… sure, why not.”

“You mean: Why Noct.“


It would only be another semester before Noctis joined Ignis in his public high school, having been rejected by the first royal option because of his mediocre grades (it was on purpose) and only then did they meet another freshman who would join the small circle of actual friends who were allowed to call him ‘Noct’.

Today you watched as I made myself lunch. It’s a simple action that I do without really think. Soup, chips and cheese. But you watched me like a movie. I was confused until you said, “sometimes I just want to watch you. To see who you are in your own home.” A few hours later I got to thinking about it. I want you to study me. I want you to be the one who knows how I tie my shoes, wash my face or brush my teeth. I want you to be the one who can predict my little habits. Like how I tap my pen when I’m contemplating the next sentence in the story I’m writing. How I move my foot back and forth between the brake and gas pedal when driving through town. I want you to notice the little things like how I look at the ceiling twice when entering a room for the first time. How I look at your lips when you talk or I try to memorize your face for the lonely nights ahead. I want you to realize I steal your sweatshirts because when we have to be apart and I’m alone or upset… it helps me feel close to you. Sometimes I put them in my pillow case so I can close my eyes and the smell of you makes it easier to pretend I’m not alone. I want you to know every little thing because I want you to know me. All of me. All the stupid, weird and silly things that make me who I am. I want that because I want to know all of you too.
—  I want you to know me.

anonymous asked:

Daddy The8 smut?

finally here!! I really hope you enjoy this!

You bit down on your lower lip hard, burying your face into your pillow as you held your finger vibrator against your clit. Occasionally you’d move it a little, which always had you bucking your hips desperately. It was difficult to stay silent with how swollen and sensitive your clit was and how vivid the memories of the last time Minghao had eaten you out were in your mind, but even more difficult was to pull the toy away from your most sensitive areas when you heard the apartment door open and close - Minghao was home, much earlier than thought.

Soon the bedroom door was open, too, and Minghao was getting on the bed next to you, stroking your hair with his hand before sliding the blanket you were almost fully under down on your body. With your upper body uncovered, Minghao traced his fingertips along your arm.

“How was your day?” you asked, hiding the heaviness of your breath as well as you could as you smiled at your boyfriend and turned to face him. It was a miracle that you were able to quickly push the finger vibrator under your pillow without him noticing, but you were glad to see that it was successful. The corners of Minghao’s mouth tugged upwards when he leaned closer to kiss you and slid his hand down your back.

“It was alright, but it’s much better now,” he said with a low voice and nibbled on your lower lip lightly. It wasn’t that difficult to notice that his breathing was heavy like yours, and there was a rather… heavy aura around him in general. Minghao squeezed your ass and pulled back to look into your eyes, his own deep and hooded. “Say, baby girl, how about you and daddy have some fun?”

Your breath hitched and you felt your already dripping, needy core clenching at the question. Fun with daddy? Oh, you’d never find yourself saying no to that. Your voice sounded so much like a purr that Minghao couldn’t help but smirk to himself as blood rushed to his cock. “I’d love that, daddy.”

You got the covers off yourself and rolled over to sit astride on top of Minghao, your heat pressing onto his bulge and your breasts pressing against his chest when you leaned down to kiss him hungrily with your hands in his hair. Minghao looked visibly pleased when he noticed that you weren’t wearing much more than a pair of panties and a loose top, and brought his hands to your thighs.

“Did you miss me?” he asked huskily against your lips while squeezing your thighs and sliding his hands up to cup your ass. His hands were a bit cool instead of the usual warm, and the contrast of them against your own, burning hot skin gave you goosebumps.

“You have no idea how much,” you mumbled, grinding against him with well calculated rolls of your hips that had Minghao’s jaw tightening about as much as his jeans. Without much further thought, he slid the fingers of his right hand into your panties, and he chuckled darkly at what he could feel.

He broke your kiss and teased your entrance with his fingertip. “You’re soaked, baby girl. Don’t try to tell me this is all a result of the past two minutes, because I’m not buying it.”

You bit your lip playfully and gave Minghao a challenging raise of your eyebrows. “I might’ve had some fun before you got here.”

“And what has daddy said about that?” His voice was demanding and his hand that was still on your thigh was holding you more tightly, which made you giggle.

“That it’s only okay when it’s with him,” you cooed, pressing yourself both against his crotch and his finger. Minghao sneered.

“Exactly, love, yet you’ve done the very opposite. You’ve been a,” he interrupted his sentence so that he could bring his mouth to your ear and nibble on your earlobe, “very bad girl.”

Shivers ran down your spine at the sensual whisper, and you felt incredibly excited, thrilled, even. “Will you punish me?”

Another sneer. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” He delivered a spank to your ass and smirked when you moaned and pressed your pussy harder against him. “Let’s get that pretty ass of yours even prettier, shall we?”

Perhaps your nod was a bit too eager, but Minghao didn’t mind. You got off him and sat on the bed expectantly, taking your shirt off as you waited for him while he stuffed his hand into the drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a long, black silk scarf that he soon used to tie your wrists first together and then to the headboard, your elbows resting on a pillow as you were on your knees. You could’ve burst with the anticipation, and you knew that if you hadn’t had your panties on, you’d already have your juices dripping down your thighs.

Minghao got behind you and, with his teeth digging lightly into the supple flesh of your ass, began sliding your wet panties down your quivering thighs. You swallowed hard and shut your eyes tightly when you could feel his tongue flat on your pussy, licking a long string from your clit to your entrance. A moan left your lips and your hips pushed against his face on their own accord, and Minghao grinned as he pressed a wet kiss to your clit.

“Tasting perfect like always, little girl,” he hummed against you, delving his tongue into your wetness before pulling back altogether. You whined and swayed your ass from side to side, begging for more attention. Minghao walked to the head of the bed and grinned to himself, and placed his hand on your ass when he returned to his earlier position. “Remember that it’s me who sets the pace.”

“Yes, daddy,” you answered obediently and gasped sharply when Minghao’s palm landed on your ass again, this time in a spank.

“Keep count,” Minghao rasped, and you whined a “Yes”. A few spanks later, he opened the button and zipper of his jeans with one hand and merely left them up and open, and when you were a moaning mess, barely able to form the word “nine” so that it was comprehensible, he let out a dark chuckle. You frowned a little, panting, your pussy aching with need and your anticipation making your thighs sticky, but all your silent questions were answered when you felt something very familiar press to your clit, and…

“You wouldn’t,” you gasped, your muscles tensing all over in preparation.

“Oh, I would.”

…with a quiet click, your finger vibrator was on, ripping a loud cry from your throat as it rubbed into your swollen, sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Oh God,” you whined and pressed your thighs together tightly with strong tingles running up your spine. Minghao watched you in awe, taking in the way you were shaking; how your thighs were glistening; how your ass was still gradually getting redder and redder and his favorite - how you occasionally pressed against his finger and occasionally tried to shy away from the vibrator, as much as it was in vain.

“I can’t believe you used this without daddy,” he said, his voice scolding, and smacked your ass again.

Ten, God I’m so sorry.” Your voice was shaky and you could feel tears in your eyes at the intensity of the situation. The tie around your wrists wouldn’t budge, so all you could do was clasp your hands together. You could feel the knot in the pit of your stomach tighten and your mouth opened in a loud moan as pleasure began washing over you in strong waves. “Daddy, I’m going to–”

“Cum for me, kitten,” Minghao grunted and bent down, teasing your wet entrance with his tongue while moving the vibrator a little on your clit, until he could feel your juices flowing out even more than before and your core clenching rhythmically. You muffled your moans into the pillow underneath you, your body shaking all over with the vibrator still on your clit and Minghao’s tongue lapping eagerly at your pussy that was sensitive after the orgasm.

“D-daddy,” you whimpered, trying to pull away from him but only getting a spank on your ass as a punishment instead, which made you let out a gasp. “Eleven.”

“Good girl,” Minghao murmured, slowly pulling away from you and turning the finger vibrator off before removing it from your clit and putting it aside altogether. “You’ve been so good for daddy.”

You almost purred when he ran his hands on your ass soothingly, then up and down your back. When his hands left you and didn’t return within a couple of seconds, you turned your head around enough to be able to see him taking off his clothes, and you bit your lip in excitement. “You look really good.”

Minghao grinned as he stepped out of his pants. “And you look ravishing.”

You giggled, but it was cut short when Minghao appeared next to you, towering over you when he got on the bed and stood on his knees, with his half-hard cock in his hand and his eyes looking at you expectantly.

“Won’t you help daddy out?” he asked, voice suggestive yet demanding in a way that excited you to no end. You nodded eagerly, and once he had gotten a bit closer to you, trailed your tongue along his shaft. Minghao brought his hand to your hair and stroked it while you kissed and licked his length, sucking a little here and there. Once he was a bit harder, he guided the tip to your lips and licked his own. “Open wide, baby girl.”

He hissed in satisfaction when you wrapped your mouth around him, and he bucked his hips a little. One of his hands in your hair and the other on his own hip, he threw his head back and closed his eyes, fully focusing on the way your mouth felt around him: the tightness, the wetness, and more than anything, your skilled tongue running along the veins and swirling around the head of his length.

After some of that bliss, with his cock slick and glistening with your saliva and his own pre-cum, he tugged at your hair and pulled out with a grunt, petting your hair. “Daddy’s going to wreck you real good.”

“Yes, please,” you whined at the mere thought of what was to come while Minghao ran his thumb over your mouth to clean your lips a little, although you did take his thumb into your mouth for a couple of seconds afterwards, too. You wiggled your ass a little, and he chuckled at your impatience.

Not much later, he was on his knees behind you, his hands squeezing your ass and his cock pressing against you. He hummed, biting his lower lip as he spread your cheeks and merely ground himself against your wet pussy. A grin spread to his lips when you whimpered and pushed against him.

“Daddy, please fuck me,” you begged, knowing that that was what always did it for him. Minghao let out a shaky, deep breath, but didn’t reply anything. Instead, he guided his cock to your entrance and pushed in, first slowly but finally slamming in fully in one swift thrust. You moaned loudly at that, your hands holding each other tightly, as gladly as you would’ve been grasping at the bed sheets or, heck, Minghao’s legs.

“God, your pussy feels good,” he groaned and gave you a couple of sharp spanks on your ass before placing his hands on your waist. You moaned at his hands landing on your already sensitive skin, a delicious pain you enjoyed to the point of clenching around him whenever it happened, and held your breath in anticipation. Minghao bent down and pressed his lips to the back of your left shoulder, merely rolling his hips for a while and enjoying the quiet whimpers coming from you. Then you felt him breathe near your ear. “Daddy’s done playing around.”

You barely had enough time to prepare yourself before he was pulling out and slamming back in hard, his hands tight on your waist. With every thrust, he pulled you back down onto himself, the sound of his skin slapping into yours filling the room along with your satisfied yet needy moans and whimpers. His thrusts were hard and sharp, just what you needed, and little by little you could feel one of his hands sliding up your back and grab some of your hair.

“Tell me how you feel baby girl,” Minghao grunted and tugged at your hair, after which he picked up his pace a little from before, his thrusts even rougher now. You mewled, your voice going up and down in waves with the pace at which Minghao was fucking you.

“I feel so good daddy, your cock is so– ah– good,” you choked out, your speech cutting when Minghao pushed particularly deep into you. He grunted a couple of approving words and soon let go of your hair in order to place both of his hands on your hips.

“You love it when daddy fucks you, don’t you,” he muttered with a low voice and looked at the way your back was arching and your hair was falling down as you let your head down. You whined, your legs quivering more and more with each thrust of his.

“I love it so much,” you said, after which you bit down on your lower lip. The feeling of Minghao moving inside of you was getting too much, yet you loved it more than anything. With already one orgasm behind you, the second one felt intense when it was merely approaching you. He breathed heavily and chuckled lowly when the sounds of him pushing into you began sounding even wetter than they had already, and he had no doubt that your juices were dripping everywhere.

“Mmh, wet like the good girl you are,” he hummed approvingly and bent down over you again, kissing your shoulder sloppily with some suction included while moving one of his hands underneath you, his middle finger soon finding your swollen, incredibly sensitive clit. As soon as you could feel him touch it, you whined and jolted, a high-pitched moan leaving your lips.

“Please make me cum, daddy,” you whimpered, shaking all over when Minghao began massaging your clit lightly, keeping his thrusts deep and well-angled and a bit slower than before. He didn’t reply, and just leaned more forward and told you to turn your head a little. Once you had, he brought his lips to yours and kissed you, hungry yet gentle, as he brought you to your second orgasm.

His finger never ceased moving on your clit, nor did he stop thrusting until he had come as well, and his lips swallowed every last moan and whimper of yours. While he rode you through your orgasm, your hands began relaxing, even though the throbbing between your legs didn’t particularly ease down. Minghao grunted when he had finally reached his peak and he began pulling out, some of his cum inside of you and some landing on your ass while he stroked himself fast, and he grunted in satisfaction.

Your breathing was fast and heavy as you slowly got over your orgasm, and you finally allowed your legs to collapse and just lied down on the bed flat on your stomach. Minghao chuckled and ran his hands up your legs gently. “You must be tired.”

Turning your head around a little, you smiled at him. “You could say so.”

He pressed a soft kiss on your lower back before moving higher on the bed in order to let your hands free, and he pressed kisses to your wrists, where the tie had left slight red marks. You looked at him with adoration in your eyes, but closed them when you felt his hand gentle on your cheek and leaned into his touch. “It wasn’t too much, was it?”

“Not at all,” you said quietly and pressed a kiss to his palm before smiling, your eyes fluttering open again. “I really enjoyed it, as always.”

Minghao nodded and lay down next to you. Running his fingers through your now slightly sweaty hair, he pouted a little. “Just always remember to say if it gets too much.”

“Isn’t that what we have the safe word for,” you whispered, moving closer to Minghao so that you could cuddle into him and get your arm around him. He embraced you with a quiet chuckle.

“I love you, Y/N,” he said and pressed a kiss to the top of your head while holding you against himself affectionately.

“I love you too, daddy,” you said teasingly, giggling when Minghao pulled away with a quirked eyebrow, clearly about to say something. “I’m kidding. I love you too, Hao”

“That’s more like it,” he mumbled, this time kissing you on your lips. It was long and sweet and almost had your toes curling and your chest bursting with warmth.

You took a bath together - you took your time, washing yourselves and each other and playing with the bubbles in between. Before going to bed, you cuddled for a long time, talking about your days and making fun of each other; Minghao found it particularly amusing when you kept saying that your buttocks hurt, although he did also make sure you weren’t actually in grave pain.

Every time, you’d shake your head and say that it wasn’t anything you couldn’t get over, and he’d give you a quick, gentle kiss somewhere on your body that he could reach and hug you a little tighter, with loving words slipping through his lips, only for you.

Admin Scooter

Broke My Bones Playing Games With You

Dick Grayson strolled into the Blüdhaven Police Department with a smile on his face and a spring in his step. It had been a good night. “Morning, Boss!” He called cheerfully to the Chief as he passed by his office on his way to his desk. He received an angry sounding grunt in return, and paused.

“Everything ok? Did someone call about the Wilson case?” Dick asked, concerned. Redhorn grunted again. The Slade Wilson case had been a huge coup for their department- it wasn’t every day that the police got something on the right hand of the mob boss Trigon.

“Worse. The Ice Queen was in here first thing this morning.” Chief Redhorn snarled. “Wilson’s out on bail and it’s sounding like they’re gonna settle out of court, if any charges stick at all.”

Keep reading

remmythepegasis  asked:

Prompt 8. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.” I imagine Logan who says that to Patton. I want to see a mad Dad and Logic in this situation~ Please

I bet you wanted smut.

That is not what you are getting.



Logic looked up from his papers as he heard his name being yelled, looking over at the door of his room and raising his eyebrow as Morality walked inside, clearly pissed.

“Yes Pat-”

“Don’t ‘Pat’ me Logan!” Morality said, angrily, stopping in front of Logic and putting his hands over his waist. “Do you know how many times I have to come here and check on your every day? And yet today I was out the whole day and I come home to see Roman and Ann eating dinner and telling me you didn’t eat one single cracker today! I’m getting tired of you not taking care of yourself, Lo! You’re just as an adult as I am and you should be more responsible! You need to eat and you need to sleep and you never do those! You make me so mad Logan! Gosh I’m just trying to be a good boyfriend and I’m trying to take care of you but you never listen! I asked you to put the garbage out and Roman did it, I asked you to clean the dishes but Ann was the one cleaning it! I don’t understand, is it that your massive intellect can’t be lowered down to so such simple tasks or you really just don’t care? Tell me Logan, do you even care about what I ask you to do or not?!”

Logic stayed quiet for a while, just staring at Morality. His narrowed eyes, hands on his waist, puffs of air leaving his nostrils, his body language so angry and firm and unlike his normal soft, sweet self.

That… that was a nice change, for some reason.

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad”

Morality’s eyes widened and his cheeks turned red as he heard what Logic had said. Logic smirked, standing up and moving closer to Morality.

“T-that was not what I asked!” the father tried, narrowing his eyes again, putting his finger on Logic’s chest. “You are distracting me!”

“No, you really are hot when you’re angry” Logic repeated, wrapping his arms around Morality’s waist and pulling him closer. The father continued with his eyes narrowed, but he lifted his hand to take the teacher’s tie on it.

“Oh am I?” he asked, smirking, tugging on the tie and brushing his lips against Logic’s. “Want me to continued being mean to you, Logan? Is that what you want?”

“Pat…” Logic mumbled, already in trance, his eyes searching for Morality’s lips as the older trait teased him, moving forward and backwards. “I… Yes…”

Suddenly, Logic was pushed down to his working chair and Morality smirked, poking his chest.

“Go wash the dishes, clean the floor and finish these papers and then we will talk, Logan” he said, a glint of malice in his eyes before he walked out, smirking to himself and leaving Logic alone.

And Logic couldn’t even get mad at him, damn it.

Well, time to wash the dishes.

Tall and smol

Request: Chanyeol 13

13) You are sick with the flu, your bias stays home to take care of you.

Original prompt list can be found here! New prompt list can be found here!

Member: Exo Chanyeol x Y/N

Type: Fluff

I squeezed tighter to the Rilakkuma plush Chanyeol had given me on my birthday and groaned, trying to push out any discomfort through my voice and hopefully out of my body. There was only one gangly boy I trusted to take care of me and his limbs were draped across me, properly asleep.

I grumbled again, trying even louder this time to wake him up without directly waking him up. I had broken into a heavy sweat, stemming from what I could only guess was a fever running through my body, not at all aided by the human space heater beside me.

“Chanyeol.” I finally moaned, trying to wipe the sweat from my face. “Chanyeol I think I’m sick.”

“Did you get medicine from the cabinet?” he grumbled, his voice deep with sleep.

“I can’t reach it…you put it up too high,” I complained, smacking the arm he had placed around my stomach.

I heard him chuckle lightly before he leaned over and kissed my forehead. “Oh jagi,” he sighed. “You’re burning up.”

“Ugh,” I grumbled, flopping around on the bed.

“Should I cancel our plans with Baekhyun today?” he asked, pulling himself up and shuffling towards the bathroom.

“What do you think?” I sighed. I heard him chuckle again as he continued down the hallway. He reappeared after a few moments with a pill bottle in one hand and a thermometer in the other.

“You know what I think?" a smile filling his face.

"Hmm?” I hummed, sitting up and swallowing the medicine he was giving me.

“I think because you’re so small, you’re more susceptible to getting sick. I think I heard that’s what happens when you’re small, but I wouldn’t really know for sure,” he said with another smirk.

“Quit picking on me and take care of me!” I moaned, flopping around again on the bed.

“Ah, I’m sorry,” he cooed, sitting next to me on the bed and shoving the thermometer into my mouth. He began to sing quietly, petting my hair as we both waited for the thermometer to beep.

I was infected by some kind of virus, but normally I had to deal with my happy virus, otherwise known as Chanyeol. He was a simple man, very sweet. He didn’t say “I love you” much, but never hesitated to show it in various, small ways. He had written me over a dozen songs since we had started dating and all of them had been privately performed for me with the accompaniment of his guitar. Granted some of the songs were ad libbed and pretty terrible, but they were still meant for me.

“101.7!” Chanyeol gasped, ripping the beeping thermometer from my mouth. “Jagi!” he flipped over in the bed and pulled me into his arms as tightly as he could, snuggling his face into my neck.

“Too much cuddling,” I gasped, smacking at his hands.

“That is blasphemous and very much not a thing!” he protested, pulling me in even tighter. “Cuddling is the best medicine and-”

“Chanyeol,” I griped. “Let go!”

“Accept the love!” he yelled.

“I’m going to vomit!” I gasped. The word “vomit” immediately made Chanyeol recoil and let go of me with lightning speed. I sprung up from the bed, sprinting to the bathroom and heaved up the contents of my stomach.

“Ja-jagi?” he questioned nervously, standing in the doorway.

“Ugh,” I moaned, holding tightly to the toilet in front of me.

He slowly walked into the room, grabbing a hair tie from the sink and began to gently pull my hair back from my face. He grabbed a small wash cloth and let it get damp with cold water before he placed it on the back of my neck. He took a seat on the edge of the tub and sighed. “What can I do to help?” he whispered.

“Leave,” I cried, looking up at him with a damp face. “I don’t want to get you sick.”

“I can’t possibly get sick,” he said with a quick smirk. “I’m too tall, I breath a completely different level of air than you.”

“Chanyeol!” I yelled, grasping onto the toilet. “As soon as I feel better, you are sooo in for it.”

Originally posted by essentyeol