Aries: You’re cool peoples, man. I can usually count on you to have fun with me. But sometimes you shut down. I don’t think you ever really let me know what your true feelings are. I wish you would let loose a little more and have fun like we both know you can.
Taurus: You’re too reserved for me sometimes. You never really talk and you can be really selfish sometimes. It would be cool if you actually started up a conversation with me so that I won’t be so insecure and think that you don’t like me.
Gemini: You’re my bestie. I love hanging out with you and going to all the hottest parties. You know how to have a good time the same way I do. But you can be really flaky and you lie to me a lot, which makes me mad. I wish you would be more honest with me.
Cancer: I love you so much and I don’t even know why. You’re clingy and babyish and emotional, which I usually hate, but, for some reason, I can’t even be mad at you. I love how caring you are and how much attention you give me. You love just as hard as I do. I just wish you weren’t so depressed sometimes.
Leo: You’re the bread to my butter and the peanut butter to my jelly. We’re like yin and yang. You are just as fabulous and fun as me and we always have fun for days every time we hang out. The only thing that sucks is we know how to push each other’s buttons which makes us fight a lot. I wish we didn’t have to go through that so much.
Virgo: You get on my nerves so freaking much. At the end of the day I still love you, but we just can’t ever seem to get along. I hate how much you criticize me and tell me I’m not living my life right. I also don’t like to be around you all of the time because it can be kind of depressing.
Libra: I love you so much. You’re super fun to talk to and you always have the latest gossip. You’re really fun and nice and you always try to get along with everyone. The only thing I don’t like is that you can be kind of nosy and get into my business.
Scorpio: You’re cool, but you’re fucking crazy, too. You get a little to hyped on your exes and want to talk about revenge plans, which puts me off. You can find better. You can handle a lot of liquor and fun when you’re not moody, and I like seeing that part of you more.
Sagittarius: You’re the person I can always call when I need a little pick me up. You’re a clown, but in a good way, and you’re really down to earth. I enjoy cracking jokes with you and just chilling and smoking weed together.
Capricorn: You’re the one I call when I need advice and someone to listen to y problems. You always know how to examine both sides of the story and figure out every possible solution. When I come to you for advice, I know I’m leaving with the best answer. The one thing I don’t like is that you never call me…you get so wrapped up in your work that you never reach out unless I reach out first. It makes me feel less important.
Aquarius: You’re pretty out there, and I think that’s why we get along. You accept me for who I am and don’t judge me for anything. You’re always doing something crazy that makes me laugh. Sometimes, you get pulled into your own dimension and I have no idea what you’re thinking about. I don’t like to feel like our relationship is detached.
Pisces: You truly know how to make me feel special and loved. You’re always complimenting me on all of the things that make me insecure deep down inside. You like to talk with me one on one and hear about my problems without anything in return. Then you make me feel better. The only thing that throws me off is how sensitive and emotional you can be. I don’t like to have to bite my tongue in case I might hurt feelings.
Southern Gothic (also known as Gothic Americana, or Dark Folk) is a genre of music characterized by a fusion of alternative rock and classic country/folk. The genre shares thematic connections with the Southern Gothic genre of literature, and indeed the parameters of what makes something Gothic Americana appears to have more in common with literary genres than traditional musical ones. Songs often examine poverty, criminal behavior, religious imagery, death, ghosts, family, lost love, alcohol, murder, the devil and betrayal.
As a southern woman and a southern witch, I can assure you that our region is haunted: by the past, by ghosts, by untold secrets, by an ancient magic that so few know how to tap into. This music has always been an inspiration to my craft. I hope you enjoy the as much as I loved creating it. –Salt
“No one really needs me,” he says, and there’s no self-pity in his voice. It’s true his family doesn’t need him. They will mourn him, as will a handful of friends. But they will get on. Even Haymitch with the help of a lot of white liquor, will get on. I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me. “I do,” I say. “I need you.”
The girl handed you the phone with a giddy smile. “Do you mind taking the picture?” she begged.
You laughed and took her phone from her. “Sure, sweetheart. But I’ll warn ya, that one gets a little handsy when he is drunk,” you said, gesturing toward Jensen. “And he was drunk off his ass three whiskey’s ago,” you laughed with a wink.
The girl laughed before stepping between Jensen and Jared. They both towered over her. She couldn’t wipe the adorable smile off of her face. You smiled to yourself as you raised the phone to take the picture.
You were watching the screen as Jensen planted a firm kiss on the girl’s temple. You had to stifle a giggle as you heard him lean back and start talking to her.
“Damn, Y/N, you smell so good. Did you change perfumes or something? And when did your hair get so long?” he asked, looking down at the girl.
You tossed your head back in laughter as you snapped the picture then got Jensen’s attention.
You snapped your fingers so that Jensen looked up at you.
“Hey, Jensen!” you giggled.
When his eyes met yours, he smiled in recognition then looked back at the girl he had just kissed. He looked thoroughly confused.
“You’re not my wife,” he slurred as he pulled away from the girl. “Who are you again?”
Jared laughed as he pulled the girl into a hug.
“Don’t mind his drunk ass,” Jared laughed as he squeezed the fan to his chest. “Y/N warned you about how he gets when he has had a few too many,” he said shaking his head.
“Hey!” Jensen said indignantly. “We’re celebrating, Asshat!” he declared as he looked at you then back at Jared. Your eyes went wide. Jensen had no filter after a lot of liquor. He was about to spill the beans to everyone.
“Jens, I think that’s enough,” you said, your eyes wide as he looked at you confused still.
“What, beautiful? We ARE celebrating. We have a damn good reason to celebrate,” he said, walking toward you, snaking his arms around your waist and pulling you close, nuzzling into your neck.
“I know,” you whispered, letting your hands settle on Jensen’s shoulders. “But the reason we are celebrating is still a secret,” you reminded him.
Jensen kissed your neck then pulled away to look you in the eye. “You mean they don’t know you’re pregnant?” he asked.
You slapped a hand over his mouth, and he just smiled back at you his eyes lighting up as he kissed your palm.
“What?” Jared and Gen said at the same time as the girl walked away.
“They do now,” you laughed. “We were waiting until we told both of our parents,” you added, popping Jensen in the stomach. He shrugged innocently as he looked from you to Gen and Jared. “But I should have known once this one started drinking, it wouldn’t be a secret for long,” you laughed.
Jensen contemplated you for a minute. “Secrets are stupid,” he declared. “Hey everybody! Listen up!” he yelled at no one in particular. “My sexy, gorgeous, beautiful wife is PREGNANT!” he declared triumphantly. “And I’m the lucky son of a bitch that knocked her up. Now THAT part was fun,” he laughed.
“Okay, that’s enough, Ackles,” you laughed, kissing him quickly so that he would shut up. His tongue tangled with yours before the two of you pulled away breathless.
“That mean you wanna get started on another?” he teased, running his hand up under your shirt.
“Down boy,” you said, slapping his hand away. “What am I gonna do with you?” you laughed, kissing him once more.
“Congrats, guys,” Jared said with a laugh, pulling you both into a bear hug.
“Thanks man,” Jensen said seriously. “She is one hell of a woman,” he added, looking at you proudly.
“Oh?” you asked.
“Hell yeah,” Jensen replied, pulling you into his arms and kissing you with fervor.
“Don’t you forget it, Ackles,” you teased, running your hands along the length of his back, the mystery picture girl long forgotten.
under the cut you’ll find possible plots for every single song ( 16 ) +1 extra for supermarket flowers from the album ‘divide’ by ed sheeran. everything can, of course, be altered to your likings as these were just some of my ideas. i linked the songs so that you can be inspired a little more as you’re reading the plot!
- always eat at least 700-800 calories a day, that’s what your body needs to function and any less will actually slow down your weight loss and just make you feel sick
- drink only water and tea. If you like alcohol, stick to drinking once a week at the most because even hard liquor by itself has a lot more calories than you’d think
- cleaning is great exercise! If you’re doing it right, then you’ll be moving your entire body, and at the end of the exercise you’ll feel even better because you have both a thinner body and a clean room to show for it!
- if you feel like binging, paint your nails. You won’t be able to eat until after your nails are dry, and by that time you probably won’t even feel like binging anymore
- you really can eat junk food and lose weight! If you get a box of crackers or whatever, immediately divide the box into sandwich bags, putting one serving in each. Only have one bag near you at a time. Snacks like pretzels and cheeze-its often have 100-150 calories per serving, so it’s a tasty and safe way to reward yourself for eating healthy the rest of the day
I’ve lost almost 80 lbs sticking to these tips and similar strategies. You don’t have to eat 200 calories a day and fast 3 days a week to lose weight. There’s a safe and effective way to do it! Please be safe!
Izuku’s finishing up the last of his drills for the day when
Katsuki barges in, dripping water all over the recently cleared floor. He is
swaying on his feet, unsteady, and the shoulders of his jacket are damp. Izuku
takes one look at him and, after a beat of turning the thought over in his
head, promptly steps closer, just in case Katsuki decides to pass out.
“Deku,” Katsuki scowls when he sees him, but it’s
confused. “Where’d you run off to?”
“I let myself out early after that last drinking game,
remember?” Izuku reminds him, smiling wryly. He curls a careful hand
around Katsuki’s wrist, catching a whiff of the alcohol Kirishima must have
gotten him to drink, and then when Katsuki doesn’t push him off, folds
Katsuki’s hand into his own. “Let’s get you back to your room,
“I can do it myself,” Katsuki says gruffly, and
this time he does yank his hand away from Izuku’s grasp. He turns away from
Izuku abruptly, and makes it three steps forward before he stumbles, landing in
a rumpled heap of blonde hair and leather on the gym floor. “For fuck’s
Izuku’s trying not to smile when he crouches down beside
him, but judging from the scowl on Katsuki’s face, he’s doing a poor job at it.
Times like these, Izuku finds it hard to be afraid of Katsuki. Which is a moot
point, really; Izuku hasn’t been afraid of him in a long time.
“Kacchan,” he tries again, sliding a hand onto Katsuki’s shoulder and
shaking him gently. “Come on, I’ll take you back. You can sleep in your
bed all you want”.
Katsuki looks at him, forehead creasing, his expression
somehow at once angry and soft—a strange juxtaposition. He smiles, simpering.
“Well, aren’t you just the best”.
There’s a sun shower out. Against the faint light of the
afternoon sky, Katsuki is all angles, one side of his face illuminated, caught
in the sun’s slowly dwindling rays.
Izuku feels the words form, unbidden, on his tongue. Feels them catch on
his teeth, almost tumbling out. You
don’t mean that, he meant to laugh, but Izuku blinks, thrown off-kilter, and what
comes out is: “You’re drunk”.
“Your point?” Katsuki snorts, and it finally sinks
in, how wasted he is, when Katsuki’s hand curls in on Izuku’s arm, and he hooks
his chin over Izuku’s shoulder the way he used to do when they’d closer and
they’d been kids. If anyone were to walk in on them now, they’d look like they
were in an embrace. Katsuki doesn’t say anything else for a moment, and then,
quietly: “There was always something about you I didn’t hate”.
Even with his heart silently seizing in his chest, Izuku
still has half a mind to think that Kirishima should never be allowed to sneak
in booze and Mina should never be allowed to pick drinking games because she
never loses and Katsuki should never be allowed to touch any liquor because he
can’t handle it. And because he’s got a tendency of saying all sorts of ridiculous
things when he’s drunk.
“Yeah?” Izuku finally says, as he hooks a careful
arm around Katsuki’s waist and pulls him to his feet, his voice going ragged.
“Tell me in the morning and I just might believe you”.
Katsuki slants him a look from underneath his lashes, the
red of his eyes bright even under the dim lighting, and it’s not a seductive
expression—it doesn’t even have its usual fire in it. On the contrary, it’s
soft, almost artless, but it makes something in Izuku’s chest come undone.
“Tomorrow,” Katsuki leans in close—Izuku can smell
the alcohol on his breath, warm and fruity and intoxicating—and does not avert
his gaze. “Remind me and I’ll reconfirm”.
“Okay,” Izuku swallows, presses his lips together
and tries not to notice the way Katsuki curls into him, the press of his
forehead against Izuku’s skin fever-hot. Always fever-hot. “I’ll hold you
Have I Made You Uncomfortable?: Chapter List - It’s no secret that Y/N and Bucky don’t get along. Everyone knows it, they know it, and everything is very clear. That is, until a certain encounter in the library starts a small ripple in the otherwise fairly still surface.
The Other: Chapter List - Being a mutant with abilities is difficult enough, without having all this soulmate business to deal with in addition. Y/N meets hers in the least expectant place, but isn’t necessarily as thrilled as he’d hoped. However, a drastic turn of events require them to go to desperate measures to preserve what little they have (Soulmate AU).
Model in the Making: Chapter List - (College!AU) Y/N and Bucky, one of her close friends (whom she might like a teeny tiny bit), realise they might be able to help each other out with each their own assignments, much to the amusement of the rest of the group.
One For Both Teams: Chapter List - Starting fifth year in a completely new area proves less confusing than Y/N thought, as she easily befriends a number of people. The only thing is, not all of them get along, and Y/N finds herself torn between them (High School AU).
Rocky Beach Resort: Masterlist - This is a series of one-shots I started, based of this post. All installments can be read individually, or they can be read as a series :)
Silent Lover: Chapter List - For the first time in never, Bucky shows up at one of Tony’s parties. Having consumed a lot of liquor, Y/N says a few not-so-nice things that end up firing back on her the next day.
Into You - Y/N really likes Bucky, but she’s sure there’s no way in hell he likes her back.
Close Encounter - In which Bucky and Y/N find themselves in a bit of an awkward position.
Half A Broken Nose - Being best friends with Bucky Barnes is good fun, apart from when Y/N accidently crashes into a certain roadrunner. Oddly enough, Pietro seems to know something she doesn’t, but Bucky doesn’t seem too phased.
Swirling Lights - Basically a short thing I jotted down after the CA:CW trailer broke me.
Fly Me To The Moon - Tony, being the insensitive person he is, offends everyone who enjoys any music that isn’t AC/DC. Y/N feels bad on Bucky’s behalf, and attempts to start a conversation with him to ease the tension. Things go a bit further than planned.
Dead End - Bucky is sick, making him extremely reluctant to letting Y/N go on a mission without him. The situation becomes even worse when the communication signal is cut.
Well-Functioning Teddy Bear - Knowing he’s in distress, Y/N drops everything to help Bucky during one of his nightmares, resulting in a rather awkward situation in the morning.
Boogie Woogie Washer Girl (Steve / Bucky x Reader) - Forced to do the dishes, Y/N seeks the company of her favourite genre of music. Fortunately for her, she’s not the only one who enjoys a vintage vibe.
Request: Can you write a fic where like dean and the reader are at a bar or something finding out shit for a case and some guy/bartender starts hitting on the reader and Dean gets super defensive. Oh and it being like really fluffy, sorry I live for that shit 😂
Request: Hi, I love reading what you write and I was wondering if you’re still taking requests. If you are, can you do one where it’s Dean and the Reader and he gets SUPER defensive over the Reader to the point where if anyone hits on her he kind of hurts the guy or punches him? Thanks!
Pairing: Dean x reader
Word Count: 800ish
Warnings: language, lil’ bit of violence
A/N: Combined these two since they went hand in hand…
Hey!! Could you do a Tommy/ reader imagine were the reader own her own business and Tommy and the brothers wants to do business with her and she’s super feisty and doesn’t take sh*t from anyone and he’s mesmerised by her? Thank you!
Running a business wasn’t easy. Being a woman and running your own business was even harder - especially in a man’s world.It was rare when men who did the same took you seriously. It was why you were so feisty and stand-off-ish. It was rare when you actually made businesses deals but you would hold a meeting out of courtesy. Today you were meeting with the brothers who ran Shelby Limited, a company that was known for being run by the Peaky Blinders and illegal. You weren’t sure who the brothers were as you were pretty new to Small Heath.
You were from France and had came to Birmingham looking for a new start and ended up starting your own business. Your business was one for transporting alcohol to America where they were dealing with prohibition. It was a guaranteed way to make money. You’re secretary walked into your office asking if he could let in the Shelby brothers. You put away your books and locked them in the drawer before nodding.
Within the next minute, you had three men in peaky caps and suits sitting in front of you. You extended your hand over your desk and the man in the middle took it, giving it a shake.
“Boys, it’s nice to meet you,” You said as you offered your hand to the other two.
I really love your most recent drag performance! I was wondering how you came up with your name? (ps- it makes me really happy that you're out here being an awesome bi role model and talking about bi erasure and all that stuff)
I noticed a lot of drag kings use hard liquors in their name - a lot of drag king names are plays on the themes of hypermasculinity so i was like “uh whiskey, rum, gin” and nothing stuck and i was like lol what about a play on Androgyne and my best friend was like THATS IT. And Andro Gin came to be. As an androgynous female myself i knew any alter ego would be a meddling of gender expression in the same way but on the masculine side of things. Andro is someone who’s like always inside of me? it’s strange. it’s been a strange experience but a really fun one to let this creepy femme guy villain out.
And thanks dude! Advocating for Bisexuals and our visibility is very important to me 💞
A/N: I mean, I’m pretty certain you’ve all realised this now, but this is slow-burning. Jeff x Y/N ARE endgame. Don’t give up on this yet! Idk how I feel about this part though…
I really hate myself for doing this to baby Monty…
“Nope! There’s still a bit in the bottom!” She giggled.
“Come on Y/N, I’m going to be way more drunk than you at this point!” Zach chuckled lovingly, but downed it anyway.
“No you won’t, I can’t even remember what I’ve had at this point. Your parents sure have a lot of liquor.” She looked around her at the empty bottles.
“For people who don’t drink, it’s quite impressive.” He snorted.
“I’m starting to think this idea wasn’t a good one. We’re on the top of a roof drinking alcohol!” She laughed manically. He joined in.
“WOOOOOO!” He shouted. “Honestly though, you know I’d never let anything happen to you, Y/N.” He stroked her cheek. Leaning in for the kiss, she thought how she’d never love a boy as much as this one. He was made for her, she thought.
The taste of vodka, and tequila, and gin, and whatever-the-fuck-else they’d consumed swilled between their mouths. Some drunk kisses had the ability to chase a person into sobreity, then make them feel drunk all over again just off of the presence of the other person.
“Hello? Earth to Y/N? It’s 3:30 and you’ve got a revision date with a handsome prince.“ Jeff chuckled, sliding into the seat next to her.
“Shit, hey Jeff.” She smiled, pushing her textbook forward to reach down and grab some more notes from her bag.
“I’d love to know the psychology of daydreaming,” He teased.
She rolled her eyes. “We’ll get there. Get a pen.”
After some hardcore studying separation anxiety in babies, Jeff cleared his throat.
“Did you manage to talk to Monty at all since last week?”
“You’re very interested in my love life, Jeff.” She smirked, looking up from her notes.
“Not really. More like I don’t want to see anymore damaged knuckles.” He winced.
“I’ll talk to him.” She pressed. He seemed satisfied with the response and nodded.
Once again, Jeff hung on to every word she said, making detailed notes and asking questions. It was kind of adorable.
“Next week is going to be an intense one. I’m guessing you have ‘The Psychology Of Love by Sigmund Freud?” She asked as she closed up her textbook.
“Uh, yeah.” He nodded awkwardly. “Isn’t he the one who had a thing for his mum?”
“Not quite, don’t worry you’ll see next week. He’s just who we’re starting with. As you know 20% of our final grade relies on our coursework surrounding our chosen psychology of love.” She pushed her chair in and slung her bag over her shoulder.
“Right.” He nodded. “I’ll see you next week?”
“See you round.” She waved to his figure leaving the library.
As it usually happened on Summer days like these, the boys sat outside to eat their lunch and maybe throw a ball about.
“So, uh, Monty,” Jeff said through a bite of his sandwich.
“This is about Y/N, isn’t it?” Montgomery sighed.
Jeff cocked his head in a yes.
“I haven’t spoken to her since then. You can’t say ‘i-told-you-so’ yet.”
“I know, I just wanted to check how you were doing.” Jeff genuinely cared for his friend, and knew how much of a problem this was for him.
But before Montgomery had a chance to speak, Bryce was back.
“Atkins, that hot brunette is eyeing you up.” He nodded in her direction. Jeff glanced back.
“Not again.” He muttered.
“What?” Monty asked.
“We had a thing last summer.” He shrugged. “It was nothing, literally, I don’t know why she keeps looking at me like that.” He threw his hand up.
That’s when Monty stopped listening. Why did Jeff deserve to feel the smugness of being totally completely right about Y/N because they were exactly the same. Monty didn’t know how he hadn’t noticed before. He’d known what Jeff was like, but it just seemed…different.
“It’s a bit warm out here really. I’m gonna head inside.” He stood, not so much as looking at the boys before violently throwing his lunch into the trash can.
At the end of her psychology lesson the next day, Jeff approached her.
“Look!” He pointed to the ten mark pop quiz they’d done at the start of the lesson. “Only just over a week of your help and I’m already improving.” He grinned. She couldn’t help but mimic his expression, it was contagious.
“I’m proud of you Jeff.” She punched his shoulder as they made their way out of the classroom.
“Thanks, Y/N, really.” He called out as he walked backwards in the direction of his locker. She was really happy that she’d actually done something positive for once.
Her locker rattled as she entered the combination.
Y/N wasn’t evil, but her track record wasn’t the best, and for once, she had these high spirits which felt amazing.
In that moment was when it happened.
In her peripheral vision she saw Montgomery storming down the hall, headed in her direction.
“Y/N, we need to talk.” He slammed her locker door in front of her, barely scraping her nose. She inhaled.
“Not here, Monty.” She looked around at the surrounding students.
“Where then? You’ve put this off once, Atkins isn’t here this time to save you.” He moved in toward her face, his hot breath tickling her face. Dammit, he was attractive, but hard work.
“Who said I needed saving? I just don’t want you to embarrass yourself.” She hit back coolly. Upon noticing he wasn’t budging, she added; “Fine, what is it?”
“So like I was saying before, we were so rudely interrupted, you’ve been ignoring me all week.”
“Not ignoring, just not actively paying attention to.” She leaned against the lockers nonchalantly.
“So what? You just gonna bang me and fuck off?” He was almost shouting now.
“Come on Monty, you didn’t really think this meant more, did you?” She scoffed.
“Well, going on a date usually implies that, yeah!” He shook his head in disbelief. “You know, I’ve actually liked you for a while now, and i thought ‘she’s asked me on a date, I’m the luckiest guy in the world.’ But i guess I was the unluckiest. I should’ve never fallen for you.”
“Jeez. My mistake. I thought you’d know by now.” She felt bad, she really did. But she couldn’t tap into that. The first time she’d approached Monty she’d addressed how they had known each-other so long but never done anything, and now she remembered why. The way her demeanor affected Monty must look awful to a passerby, and maybe it looked awful to the ghost of herself as well.
“I should’ve listened to Jeff!” Monty spat at Y/N. Quite the crowd was beginning to form around the two of them at the lockers.
“Jeff, huh? And what did he say about me?” She smirked.
“You’d break my heart. Or, in so many words.” He looked at her despairingly. His jaw clenched.
“Jeff’s a smart guy.” Her liquid cyanide voice dripped off her tongue, her eyes emotionless and harsh. Monty shook his head slowly, before turning and violently kicking the lockers, and storming out the way he came.
She rolled her eyes at the spectators, can never mind their own business. They started making their way away from her, leaving her in an empty corridor. Or so she thought.
“Did you have to do that?” A soft voice floated in from behind her. It was deafening. The voice she’d been trying to get out of her nightmares. It felt like she hadn’t heard it in so long, but that couldn’t be true because it visited her nightly. Her entire body tensed knowing who was behind her. She didn’t know what to do.
“Do what?” She asked weakly, not bringing herself to turn around, instead finding a very interesting spot on the floor to focus her gaze on.
“Y/N, I don’t know what’s happened to you since we broke up, but you’ve become a real bitch. Monty didn’t deserve that. I don’t know, is this some kind of revenge? Are you trying to get back at me or something by hurting my friends?” He voice was stern, with a hint of hurt. “Are you going to look at me?”
Shocked with a wave of her usual confidence, she swung round on her heel and faced Zach. He looked even more adorable close up. But she wouldn’t let that distract her.
“Zach, look, It’s sweet that you think highly enough of yourself to assume I’m not over you, But facts are facts.” And lies are lies. “You’ll just have to find some way to come to terms with the fact that I’m not still pining over you, and that believe it or not this is about me.” She faltered a little, but all in all the show was a good one. Oscar-worthy, maybe.
“Like I said, real bitch.” He scoffed, pulling on his bag strap and pushing past her carelessly. It took all of her not to break down right there and then. But she didn’t. She gripped her mouth with her hand and slumped against the lockers exhaling. What the fuck was she doing? What the fuck had she done?
“No one really needs me,” he says, and there’s no self pity in his voice. It’s true his family doesn’t need him. They will mourn him, as will a handful of friends. But they will get on. Even Haymitch, with the help of a lot of white liquor, will get on. I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.”
I just read a fanfic with this recently and i'm lowkey obsessed with the idea, but how about dadsona asking the respective kid(s) for permission to propose to their dad?
Craig; This was it. A clear Saturday morning. Craig was out and about for his early jog with little River strapped to his chest, leaving you with Hazel and Briar, who were scarfing down the extra special breakfast of pancakes and ice cream with a side of chocolate. You figured that the girls deserved a little prepping before you popped the big question, so you set down your fork and took a deep breath.
‘Alright, girls. There’s actually something I’ve been meaning to ask you two.’ You began. ‘You think I’m a good guy, right?’
Both girls smiled. ‘Of course, we do, Y/N.’ Briar answered, biting off the tip of the strawberry on her pancake. ‘You’re charming and smart, your jokes are a bit terrible but tolerable, for the most part at least.’
‘Dude, you just gave me ice cream and pancakes for breakfast. You’re totally cool in my book.’ Hazel chimed in, mouth full of pancake. You laughed.
‘Well, that’s good. I didn’t want you both to think I was some sort of bad guy who just waltzed into your family since I am planning to propose to your dad in a few weeks-’
‘What?!’ The twins exclaimed, looking equally shocked as Briar dropping her strawberry and Hazel choking on her pancake, reaching for the hot chocolate to wash it down. You covered your mouth in regret. The table was silent for a while, both parties staring at each other in astonishment. It was Hazel who broke the silence with an awkward cough.
She still looked surprised. ‘I mean, I’m not against it. Dad does talk about how much he loves you and, well. It’s clear he loves you so uh…’ Hazel nudged her twin, silently begging for her to back her up. Briar sighed and looked into your eyes. You knew she wasn’t going to be kidding around this time.
‘Y/N. Do you love our dad with all your heart?’
‘Yes.’ You replied without hesitance.
‘Will you always make sure he’s in a good place and when he’s not, will you be there for him?’
‘Do you promise not to hurt him, in which case Briar and I will cast our super secret demonic witch twin powers on you to curse you and your descendants for decades?’
You stared at Hazel, who looked dead serious before laughing at your extra shocked expression. ‘I’m just kidding, dude. Just make sure you take good care of dad, he really deserves it.’
A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you leaned back on your chair. ‘Thank you so much, girls. You won’t regret this, I swear.’
Hugo; The front door opened to signal somebody had arrived home. You knew that it wasn’t Hugo considering he had texted you an hour ago that he was coming home late thanks to a bunch of middle schoolers in detention for setting fire to the trash bins. That meant you and Ernest were alone for the rest of the afternoon, and that gave you the chance to have a heart to heart talk with the moody teen. You watched as he made his way into the kitchen, where you sat on the sofa pretending to read a book. This was it. Now or never.
‘Hey, Ernest? You mind if you come over here? I kinda wanna talk about something.’
No reply. This was gonna be a little tricky.
‘I could convince your dad to get a dog if you talk to me!’
The footsteps stopped, then made their way towards you. Ernest groaned and threw his bag down, leaning against the wall. ‘Well? What is it? I don’t have all day, loser.’
You smiled and put down the book you were “reading”. ‘You know, your dad really cares about you.’
‘Is this what your talk’s about?’ He scoffed. ‘If I wanted to hear about cheesy bullshit I would have just gone to the guidance counselor’s office. Did Hugo talk you into this?’
‘Ernest, I know you don’t seem to care about your father much, but you should know that he still loves you. Very much, in fact. Hell, he told me once that you could throw a dozen cherry bombs into the boys’ toilets and he’d still love you.’ You spotted his face beginning to soften, so you went on. ‘Actually, that’s one of the reasons I like your dad. He’s devoted to you and everything else he does. It’s really admiring, don’t you think?’
That was it. Tears began to roll down the young teen’s cheeks, trying to wipe them away with his orange sleeve. You sat up and opened your arms, Ernest running into them and sobbing into your shirt. ‘I-I know Dad loves me…’ He gulped. ‘I just..cant myself to..show him that-’
He collapsed into a fit of sobs. You sat him down on the sofa, wiping his eyes before sitting down beside him.
‘I know you love your dad, Ernest. I understand that it’s kinda hard to show that you love him, but I know you do.’ You put your arm around him, hesitant at first, but when you saw that the young man didn’t mind, you relaxed. ‘That’s why I want to ask for your blessing to propose to him.’
Ernest’s tired eyes widened for a moment at what you said, turning to you in shock. ‘Y-You want to…what?’
‘Marry him, Ernest. If it’s alright with you, of course.’
He took a deep breath and stood up from the couch, grabbing his backpack and starting to walk away. Before you could start panicking, he turns to you with a smirk on his face.
‘Mastiff first, and Hugo’s all yours.’
Robert; You weren’t going to lie; Val seemed quite intimidating. Her city life clothes and her half joking, half serious attitude and her overall demeanor made you almost cower in your dad shoes. But you had to get her permission. After all, it was her dad, she deserves to be okay with it before you try something as big as marriage. You invited her over to Jim and Kim’s while Robert was off in the woods that night. The bar doors opened to reveal Val in all her shining glory, spotting you at a booth in the corner and giving you a friendly wave before walking over to you.
‘Well, Y/N? What kinda fuckery has my old man gotten up to now?’ She joked as she settled down in the leather booth. ‘Set fire to the woods? Lost his foot in a tragic car accident? Found the Dover Ghost but got taken away by it, and now you’re trying to tell me that my beloved father has been kidnapped and may never be seen again?’
Yep. This was Robert’s daughter, alright. ‘No, no, and unfortunately, no. It does have something to do with Robert, though.’
‘Welp, I didn’t come all this way to hear small talk.’ Val turned away for a second to order two shots from Neil, who nods and delivers it over. ‘Spill the beans, dude.’
You took a minute to assess the moment. There was Val, a smart, playful yet serious woman if you messed with her or her dad. One wrong step and she would definitely send you flying to the moon and back. Or poke a hole into your head with her super sharp nails. The point was, this was your one chance. And you couldn’t blow it.
‘So, uh, marriage, right?’ You blurted out, trying to segway into the question. Val looked up at you with an eyebrow raised. Great job, Y/N, you thought to yourself as you awkwardly downed the shot glass, hoping the liquid courage would hit sooner. ‘Kinda a weird thing if you think about it. “Hey, I love you so much I’m going to get the government involved so you cant leave.”. What a weird thing, huh?’
Nice, you made the situation even more awkward. Val sipped her shot glass skeptically. ‘You alright, Y/N? You look a little pale.’
Shaking yourself out of your nervous state, you looked up to the confused Val.
‘Okay, Val. I’m not gonna lie; I really love your dad. I mean, I think it’s been fairly obvious already, but I really love him. I know you both have been through some stuff, stuff that I don’t have to get involved into if you don’t want to, but I know both of you love and care for each other. That’s why I was wondering if you were alright with, uh, letting me marry him.’
Neither of you spoke for a moment, Val ordering two more shots which were delivered way quicker than usual. She picked up her glass and stared into the liquor inside.
‘You know, Dad’s been through a lot. Losing Mom. Losing me. I used to hate him for being such an asshole, even thinking he was incapable of loving anything other than himself. But lately, he’s been..better. He’s so willing to patch things up, get his shit together, and sometimes I wonder how that happened. So on the day I came back, I asked him.’
She looked back to me and smiled. ‘He said he met someone. Someone who shoved some sense through his mind and made him wake up. I couldn’t even explain the words Dad used as he described you. They were all good, don’t worry. My father isn’t exactly the best when it comes to emotions, but when I saw what influence you had on him, I knew I wanted you to stick around.’
With a flourish, she raised her shot glass in a toasting motion.
‘A toast to Y/N, my future step-dad and loving husband of Robert Small.’
Joseph; After weeks and weeks of waiting for the right moment, you finally found a short window of time where Joseph wasn’t with the kids. Sleeping in thanks to a late date on his yacht the night before. Thanks to this, you managed to wake up the twins and Chris (you left Crish to sleep soundly in his crib) , who were mumbling about not wanting to before you mentioned chocolate brownies, to which Christie jumped up to the chance while Chris and Christian just stirred at the thought of getting to lick the bowl. You set the kids to do their own tasks before starting the talk.
‘So, there’s one thing I gotta know; are you guys actually planning to kill me in my sleep?’
Chris groaned and shook his head, signaling that he wasn’t interested. Christie and Christian shook their heads too. You breathed a sigh of relief.
‘Phew, that’s a good thing. Well, do you think I’m an alright guy, then?’
The three stared at each other for a moment, then nodded. You smiled. This was going better than expected.
‘Great. So, this next question might be a bit…shocking but it’s very important to get your answer. It’s okay to be honest and say no, alright?’
All three children froze. Christie’s brush had stopped buttering the tray. Christian’s mallet hovered over the crushed nuts. Chris’s hand had stopped moving the spoon to mix. They turned towards you at the same time, making you feel quite anxious.
‘I, uh, kindawannamarryyourdad.’ You mumbled, suddenly taken aback by the children’s creepiness. Christie and Christian walked up to you, and just when you think they’re going to pull out two knives and stab you for wanting to marry their father, they wrap their tiny arms around you and mutter ‘new father’. Chris walks towards you, eyes boring into yours.
‘We love Dad a lot. Just don’t try anything, got it?’
You nodded vigorously, and Chris shuffled back to continue mixing the bowl. The two refused to leave your waist, and though it was a cute gesture, you pried them off and insisted you had to continue the brownies, planning to make them a present for your future fiance. And, of course, you let the kids lick the bowl just this once.
Damien; It didn’t take a detective to know that Lucien was a tough nut to crack. His rebellious ways made it a bit difficult to pin him down while Damien wasn’t around, but you finally got some alone time with him when Damien was off dealing with a dog emergency at the animal shelter. You heard loud rock music through the door leading into his bedroom. Knocking on Lucien’s door, the music shut off and a familiar voice shouted through the door.
‘What the fuck is it?’
‘Lucien? It’s just me.’ You replied. ‘I was hoping we could talk for a bit, there’s been something I’ve been meaning to ask-’
Before you could finish, the teen had already pulled his door open. ‘Well? What is it?’
You mentioned that it would be better if you talked in the living room, and he begrudgingly trudged to the living room and plopped on the couch. ‘So what the hell is this about? If it’s my music, then yeah, I’ll tone it-’
‘It, uh, isn’t just that, kid.’ You sat yourself down beside him. ‘I mean, yeah, it’d be really nice if you could, but there’s been something else I’ve wanted to talk to you about. It’s about Damien.’
You could see Lucien’s face go from angsty, passive-aggressive, oh-my-god-leave-me-alone to point blank serious. Lucien was a rebellious teen, however, that didn’t mean he didn’t care about his father. It was surprising, actually. They both had a loving relationship, which is mostly the reason why you wanted to ask Lucien for permission in the first place. Sure, he was glad that you made his dad feel good about himself, but to marry the man who’s been raising him alone for years? That was pretty big, and you had to make sure Lucien was okay with it.
‘Y/N? You look a little pale, is it something bad?’ Lucien’s voice was unnaturally soft. You cleared your throat and spoke up.
‘Lucien, I know you love your dad a lot. I also know that you matter a lot to him, and he sees you as his entire world. So it’s kind of well and good to ask; are you alright with letting me marry your father?’
It was Lucien’s turn to become pale as a ghost. He stared at you with unblinking eyes and an unreadable face before slouching into the sofa.
‘You know, I kinda expected this. You and Dad have been so close lately, and don’t get me wrong, I’m all for it.’ He rubbed his eyes. ‘I’m really happy that he’s found someone to kind of, be weird with and shit, you know? He seems really content with you, so go ahead.’
You smiled, thanking Lucien for his blessing. Maybe he wasn’t that tough of a nut to crack after all.
‘Oh, and by the way, find a better place to hide your engagement ring, dude.’ The teen laughed before heading upstairs into his room.
Mat; Carmensita was a sweetheart. She gave you the utmost respect, and you treated her like a mini Amanda, joking around with her and (attempting at) making matching flower crowns for you, her, and Mat. Despite this, she seemed a bit weak with emotions. This was evident throughout the many times she cried during an emotional scene during movie night, wherein Mat had to give her a big dad hug, asking you to skip the scene so Carmensita would stop crying. This made you a bit hesitant to ask for her blessing at first, but you decided to pull through with it anyway.
It was in the evening, where Mat was off at the Coffee Spoon for open mic night. You passed for tonight, pretending to have a headache and insisting you would be fine with Carmensita. Waving goodbye to your boyfriend as he walked off into the night, you had a nice light dinner with the young girl, listening to her go on about school.
‘Miss Davers is a bit weird, but you get used to her eventually.’ She gobbled down on her food. ‘Maybe you can teach me algebra, Y/N?’
‘Hmn,’ You bluntly replied, picking at your dinner. You were so nervous that you couldn’t even eat anything in fear of choking it up and scaring the daylights out of her, which was not going to be the best moment to ask for her blessing. She noticed your silence and put down her utensils.
She looked at you with concern. ‘Y/N, you’re really quiet tonight. Is it the headache? Should I call Dad?’
‘N-No, sweetie. I’m fine, just a little..’ You bit your lip. ‘Do you like me, Carmensita?’
‘Of course!’ Carmensita’s mouth curved into a smile, showing off her braces. ‘Did you really need to ask?’
‘Actually, yes.’ You sighed. ‘Sweetheart, I need to ask you something. It’s pretty important, and I just want to let you know that I completely understand if you say no, alright?’
Looking a bit scared, she nodded anyway. Here goes nothing;
‘Will you let me marry your dad?’
Shock. Screaming. Crying. You prepared yourself for anything that Carmensita would react with, and sure enough, the young girl started bawling up. Just as you were about to call your attempt a massive fail, she began giggling and wiping her eyes.
‘Ah, jeez. You really scared me for a second, Y/N. I thought you were going to ask something way worse, like you were some sort of alien and you were gonna ask me to run away and join your alien family or something.’ She walked over to you and buried her head in your chest. ‘Of course, I’ll let you marry him, Y/N. There’s no other person I’d choose. You make him feel so happy and giddy and you both seem so cute together. How could I say no?’
‘You sure it’s alright? I could be a huge hug alien ready to crush my next victim into a warm embrace!’ You joked, patting her frizzy brown hair. She laughed and smiled up at you.
‘Hug alien, shmug alien. Dad is all yours.’
Brian; Daisy was Brian’s pride and joy. He practically put her on a pedestal and worshipped her every day of his life, so you decided it would only be proper to ask for her permission to marry her father. She was a smart, sensible girl, surely she would understand, right? You knocked on her door on a late afternoon when Brian had gone shopping. She called to let you come in and you did just that.
Her walls were filled with trophies and medals, along with laminated certificates and a bunch of pictures with her dad. Their closeness intimidated you, but you were determined to see this through, sitting on the edge of her bed beside as she put down her book.
‘Hi, Y/N. Have you and Dad finished your “who’s the best daughter cuddler’ competition yet?’ She gleamed. You chuckled, remembering that day where you and Brian had a huge cuddlefest on the couch with Daisy in the smack middle, content of course but slightly unable to breathe in between the two huggers.
You put a hand on Daisy’s back to reassure her. ‘Daisy, I’m happy to announce that your father and I have decided that we are both sufficient cuddlers and will not be subduing you to our cuddling competitions. Thank you very much for your participation and we hope to see you again next year!’
The girl giggled, covering her mouth and muttering something along the lines of ‘It was a good experience’. You cleared your throat. ‘Jokes aside, there is something I want to talk to you about, Daisy.’
You took a moment to look at her. She had Brian’s hair and freckles, hell, even a bit of his eyes. It was almost as if you were looking at Brian himself, which made you extra nervous.
‘D-Daisy, d-do you think I could marry your d-dad?’ You stuttered, unable to get the words out. Daisy went from slightly curious to absolutely shocked. She let her jaw drop and hang as her widened eyes stared at you. You assumed she was trying to find a way to say no and started to let yourself out before a hand grabbed you.
‘Wait, Y/N! It’s not that I’m going to say no, it’s just… so astonishing. Don’t leave, please.’
You propped yourself back onto her duvet as she grasped your arm, thinking that you were going to walk away at any second.
‘Sorry, I got a bit scared there for a minute.’ She apologized. ‘You know, Dad really likes you. Whenever you aren’t around, he would talk to me about how much he loves you and cares about you, asking me for help to think about competitions just to get closer to you, stuff like that. And I’m not going to lie; I enjoy it. But what makes you different is that you make Dad feel good about himself. He takes a lot of pride in me that he sometimes forgets to see the actual good of the real him. You make him feel like he should be proud the way he is, and I’d love for you to be a part of our lives.’
Daisy nuzzled into you. ‘Still with me, Y/N?’
‘Sure am, Daisy. And thank you.’
((ahhh im sorry this took forever, i was writing this during my breaks of reviewing for exams and i just couldnt concentrate without wanting to finish this prompt! super sorry it looks rushed, i’ll be back to answering prompts regularly by tomorrow after my last exam!!))
My, my, my, my, my, my, Give me love. My, my, my, my, my, my, Give me love.
Give me love like never before.
I sit on my bed, staring straight at the creme-colored wall of my bedroom opposite of my bed. My eyes have lost the redness and puffiness from crying, the tears now long dried onto the flushed skin of my cheeks.
Every time I see his face flash across my mind, I take a swing of the odd yet effective combination of Vodka, beer, Whiskey, and Rum mixed together into the glass beer bottle. In the other hand, I hold what I think to be my eighth cigarette, and I’m gripping onto both objects as if they were the only things that were keeping me alive.
Come to think of it, they probably are. Every time I think of him, the heavy cloud of emotions that is suspended over me crashes down onto me, threatening to suffocate me under the ruthless, painful memory. The substance of alcohol I hold and a long drag from the nicotine seems to be the only thing that can fix it.