and it kinda looks like they're leaning in to hug you

anonymous asked:

So, what if Guz has a thing for chubby/over weight girls, but since he lives on a beach island, they're hard to come by, and completely falls head over heels for the new chick on the island. The grunt girls don't get it and think it's a joke so they pick on her and take her Galvantula after a few very difficult attempts. Guzma is furious and there's hell to pay but he's still a nervous faux confident dork when trying to return him to her.

I wanted to make this a little happier. so only one grunt makes fun of you. The other ones including Guzma just wanna smash. (and go out with you)

“Hmmmmooooooooh my god! Baby girl’s got it goin’ on wit that booty eatin’ up them lil’ shorts!”

“Right?! Brah how the shit we gonna talk to baby girl? Gotta think a somethin’ original. Somethin’ that’ll make her all hot ‘n bothered!”

The grunts had Guzma at “booty eatin’ up them lil’ shorts”, which for various reasons got his attention and caused him to lean over the decrepit railing a little further to hear what the two boys at the bottom of the staircase were saying. Guzma was on the rebound. One of the girl grunts with stringy pink hair hadn’t been wifey material. Too high strung for his taste, and so skinny and obsessed with her looks that it had tired him out trying to reassure her after a while. But when she hit him after he disagreed with her that had been the final straw. So despite the tears and text messages begging him to get back together with her, Guzma was on the lookout for another piece of ass.

Shame he couldn’t find anyone to make it worthwhile. He watched with a snarl on his face as the grunts below were gesticulating wildly, talking about a “super cute shorty” that had been at the malasada shop in Malie City. You were supposedly a new face compared to the same old locals they saw day in and day out, had been feeding a dry malasada to your spider pokemon that Guzma assumed was an Ariados until he heard:

“Nah man, that ain’t no weird Ariados like Boss Man got.” Said one. “That’s a Galvantula.”

“Hoooooh boy, God been reading my dreams.” Moaned the other. “The hell I gotta do to get a piece of that thick, strong Pokémon trainer ass? I’d give anything for her to talk to me… Totally fucked it up when she looked at me an’ I threw West side at her!”

“ ‘s one a them reflexes.” Replied the other, patting his friend’s shoulder. “She come up to me wantin’ to know where the library was at ‘n I fuckin’ axed her if she wanted to battle! Wiped the floor with my sorry ass using like two bug Pokémon, but she put my money in her back pocket! Like to think that’s kinda the same thing as touchin’ that juicy booty a hers.”

Now he was extremely interested. In fact Guzma was just about to go downstairs and ask the boys where they’d last seen you when another grunt, couldn’t have been more than thirteen, came running at them with a rather cute little purse in the shape of a watermelon.

“Look guys!” he squeaked. “Got that ugly hoe’s Pokémon for ya! It’s one a them spiders right? Wonder how much its worth. Stupid easy to swipe from that dumb bitch when she went to pick up her napkin from under the table!”

He began laughing. Thinking naively that he’d done good, that he’d probably even be commended for his good work. In the middle of a hearty laugh he was about to ask his brothers if he’d done good, when a large hand swiped the bag from his hands before the two grunts could lay into him.

“Boss man?!” one of your admirers squeaked. Guzma looked harshly at the young one with an expression that indicated he’d get a good beating later for being cruel. He briefly asked the two where you were headed to last, got two very shaky replies that he could find you in the library if he hurried before it closed, and immediately was out the door stomping off into the rain.

Turns out he didn’t have to walk far. He found you immediately in Ula’Ula Meadow, the only one there crying as though your heart was about to break. A kind little girl was rubbing your back, trying to console you by insisting together with her and her partner Oricorio you would all find your companions.

“We’ll find your friends.” She said gently, rubbing your back. “Galvantula aren’t common here. Someone’s bound to, oh! Please sir!”

She flagged Guzma down, running swiftly over to him.

“My friend… She can’t find her Pokemon! Someone took her bag and everything when she was picking some trash off the floor. Have you seen a bag that looks like a yellow and red watermelon? It’s got a Galvantula, Dewpider, and a Fomantis!”

Guzma was so captivated when you looked over at him, eyes widening in realization when you saw the bag that hung limply at his side. He tried to hold it out to the lass in front of him, attempting to speak, but your captivating glance rendered him mute.

“My bag!” you cried joyously, running towards him and taking it gratefully. “You found my bag!”

“That’s your bag?” asked the other girl, stars in her eyes as she looked at Guzma innocently. “Wow! Thank you so much sir! You have no idea how much it means to her!”

Nothing came out of his mouth. His entire being was consumed with the way you smiled, with the way you wrapped your chubby arms around him and cuddled him in a hug. You were vastly tiny compared to him, but he couldn’t help but understand what the grunts were talking about.

Every aspect of you was adorable, from your cute head with a sunhat to your cute feet.

“…Welcome…” he muttered.

“I have to thank you somehow mister!” you insisted, still holding him in a hug and looking up innocently. “Let me treat you to something? You like malasadas? I can get you all the ones you want?”

He might’ve said yes, because the last thing he knew was that he was tripping over his own two feet in his haste to follow you through the meadow and off to town where you were going to treat him to a meal.

This must have been what winning the lottery felt like.

anonymous asked:

Harry high school AU: he's a football (soccer) player and Y/N is an average student and they're in a secret relationship

meet me under the bleachers after first period :) -H

This was a text I got from my boyfriend Harry who happened to be the star of the soccer team a our school. Why would he want to meet under the bleachers you ask? Well it’s because we are in this stupid secret relationship that he thinks is extremely neccesary because the “guys will fuck with him for this”. I mean lets face it guys like Harry just don’t date girls like me. I’m not like a loser or anything but I’m also not popular by any means. Im sort of just in the middle. As upset as i got about our relationship i couldn’t help but smile as my heart fluttered reading this text every morning. 

Cant wait <3 

After the text was sent I put my phone away walking into school. Every morning when I go to my locker before class I always walk by Harry’s locker which always has the entire soccer team around it, usually being obnoxious and loud. Today was no different from the others. I walk by his locker trying to sneak a glimpse of him, he sees me, discreetly smiles then turns right back to his friends acting like I don’t exist. I know our relationship seems pretty fucked up but I love him and he said it only has to be like this until graduation. That’s what Ive been looking forward to…180 days left…I can do this. 

I sat through first period eager to be under the bleachers, this class could not be over fast enough. Finally after what seemed like forever the bell rang and as usual I was the first one out of class. I lightly jogged to the field and then walked under the bleachers immediately seeing his mess of hair and I smile walking over. 

“Hey you” I said wrapping my arms around him from behind. I felt his chest rumble with a chuckle and he turned in my arms pulling me in for a hug.

“hello angel” he said with a kiss to the top of my head. “How was class?” He asked letting go of me.

I shrugged and put my bag down on the ground next to his. “It was alright I guess” I said not really being able to hide that I was upset over us. 

His forehead wrinkled and he lifted my chin. “Hey whats going on huh? You alright?” he asked with concern laced on his voice. I just looked at him and i sighed looking down again. 

“Yeah I mean…I guess I am…just this situation kinda sucks is all…I wish we didn’t have to hide it” I said slightly choking up.

He sighed and nodded sitting down on the ground opening his arms for me to join him which i did. He wrapped his arms around me and laid his head on my shoulder. “Baby I know this sucks and I know its hard but just until graduation you know that” 

I pushed him off of me and stood up. “yeah well thats stupid Harry okay…what is so wrong about us dating? What, because I’m not a fucking cheerleader or because my parents aren’t rich?” I said noticeably upset. He just shook his head and leaned back on his hands. 

“Y/N why do you do this all the time huh? You knew all of this before we dated okay, you were okay with this you didn’t have to date me” he said with attitude in his voice.

i picked up my stuff and I look at him. “You know if you love me as much as you say you do then you wouldn’t care about what people would say…which would be nothing by the way because nobody gives a shit Harry when are you gonna get that through your thick skull” I walked away leaving Harry calling after me. 

I didn’t see Harry for the rest of the day until after 5th period. I was at my locker putting books away and he walked by with some of his teammates. He looked at me and then immediately looked down walking away. I rolled my eyes and slammed my locker making everyone including Harry turn around to see what was going on and I just pushed by him and walked out of the school to my car. 

i got to my car and before i could get in someone shut my door on me so I turned to see who did it. When I turned around it was Harry. 

“Oh Harry wait we are out in the open this is dangerous people might see” I said extremely sarcastically turning back to my car opening my door just to have it slammed again. I turned around to protest but instead Harry grabbed my face and kissed me. He kissed me in front of everyone. I couldn’t believe this was happening. After a couple of minutes he pulled away and pushed my hair behind my ear smiling down at me. 

“You’re right…this is stupid…I love you and I don’t care who knows it or who sees us holding hands in the halls because you’re my girlfriend and I am so proud that you are…I’m so sorry princess” He said wrapping his arms around my waist. I just looked at him and smiled wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Harry…I love you so much too, thank you, you are the best” I say before I crash my lips into his completely relating in this moment.

Finally after 2 years we don’t have to hide us anymore. 

anonymous asked:

I kinda want Finn and Rey's reunion to be a mid battle reunion. Like, they're both on the same planet, fighting in the same battle and then bump into each other and start catching up, all the while still fighting and at the end of the battle they hug.

Did someone say REUNION?

Their eyes met across a crowded room, and the spark of recognition lit her up inside like firing booster engines.

Rey swung her saber in a wide arc to knock her opponent back, and pushed air with her hand toward a Stormtrooper who was aiming at her. The air became thick against her palm in a way no physics instruction holo could explain and punched the Trooper backward into their fellows.

“Finn!”

She saw his face light up, too, before he shot down a charging Stormtrooper and spun to slam the stock of his rifle into the face of another. He took steps toward her before the striving, fighting, dying bodies between them hid him from view.

She launched herself across the room toward him, striking away blaster fire that came her way in hums and fizzes of clashing energy. A Knight of Ren was waiting for her and their blades clashed as she landed, lighting up her opponent’s mask with reflected light.

A burst of blaster fire was followed by a cry from the Knight of Ren, who slumped holding a singed and smoking shoulder. Rey caught a glimpse of Finn, blaster rifle still raised, over the slouching form and grinned. She twisted away from her opponent and charged into the flow of battle, Finn was so close, a few seconds’ sprint away, but of course it was more complicated in the middle of a pitched battle.

“You look-” she swept two more enemies out of her path, “-ambulatory.”

Ambulatory? She could have kicked herself if she weren’t already swinging her foot into a Stormtrooper’s midsection.

Finn, between snapping off blaster shots, gave a smile that made her insides melt like a Rodian croaker swallowed by a vine snake. “Thanks. And you look…”

His eyes hardened and he turned his blaster toward her. Quicker than thought she threw herself to the ground, heard the discharge of his blaster–it had its own pitch in the chaos, like a standout singer in a chorus–and a body falling to the floor behind her.

She rolled forward with the momentum of her duck, grabbing another Knight of Ren around the legs and knocking him off balance. They tussled, grabbing each others’ arms, before Rey headbutted the Knight and he went limp. She rolled off him to her feet, head still ringing from ramming it into a mask.

Or maybe it was from the sight of Finn, just yards away now, who had taken cover behind a pillar and was exchanging fire with the enemy.

“Concentrate fire on that shield generator!” he called to his squad before turning to her. “You okay?”

“Oh, just fine.” Rey thrust her lightsaber behind to spear an enemy approaching from behind. Mostly she wanted Finn to finish his sentence about how she looked, though she already knew how she looked–disheveled and sweaty, her big forehead pink and raw. She locked blades with a Stormtrooper and swung him between Finn and herself as though to block his view of her.

“And you? You’re all right now?” She had to raise her voice over the explosion of the generator. “They cleared you for duty?”

A Stormtrooper to her left chose that moment to raise a blaster at Finn; Rey charged and sliced the rifle barrel in half before striking them down. They were having a conversation here! Rude.

“Oh I’m as good as new, Rey.” Finn turned to his squad. “All right, people, we’re out of here. Move!”

He gestured toward the ceiling-to-floor windows that faced a valley and, on the other side, more buildings in the compound. They retreated with Stormtroopers firing on them, the Resistance returning fire while Rey focused on deflecting the blaster beams.

A shoulder jostled hers as they reached the windows and she turned, ready to fight, only to realize it was Finn.

In that moment everything and everyone else disappeared–it was the two of them alone, the time between here and the infirmary on D’Qar draining away as though they had never parted and never would again. Force, let them never part again.

“You look good.” His eyes held a quiet intensity that sent her heartbeat soaring. “I like your hair.”

“You, too.” I love your eyes. I love your smile. I love that you’re awake and okay and I love that we’re here together, talking-

“Everyone accounted for, Lieutenant!” shouted a sergeant, and Rey had to wrestle down the completely unfair urge to punch him.

“Let’s go.” Finn turned to the chasm just outside and lifted his hand, his sleeve riding up to reveal the glint of a metal wristband. A length of cable burst out of it toward a building on the far side, the grappling claw fastening on one of the protrusions. Around them the surviving Rebels were doing the same.

He tested the grip by pulling on the cable before he held out his free arm to her. “Come with me?”

She was leaning into him before he had finished the sentence, and clung tight as he put his arm around her. The strength of his grip and the tautness of lean muscles under the fabric of his jacket made her mouth go dry.

He spoke into his comm. “Poe, buddy, we’re done here. Light this place up. Everybody, go!”

His next words, however, were in her ear and for her alone: “Hold tight, Rey.”

She did, with everything she had, with all the longing of time spent apart and the spaces they had had to cross to get to this moment.

Finn jumped from the window and they soared through the air as the first whine of X-Wings approached, and the building behind them sent up booms and sparks as though in celebration. They flew together through a slice of eternity, locked in an embrace that would never end.

( @finnreyfridays​ )

anonymous asked:

Could I make a request for King Regis. That starts off fluffy and ends all angsty?? Like the reader is his Queen and Noct's mum and they're all happy as a family and stuff but then she dies? Be it from like a sickness or a Nif attack. You're writing is phenominal and I would really love to see how you could so this situation. Thank you so much if you do end up accepting this request.

I AM VERY SORRY THIS IS BEING REPLIED LATE
I did have this planned but it kinda wasn’t going right and then I got my fic underway and now I’m doing these because my brain is like ‘YOU WILL NOT PUT OUT GOOD CHAPTERS FOR YOUR TRASHY FIC’ and slumps suck but hey ho.

Moving on from complaining, this came to me after finding out yesterday that Regis married his childhood friend and that made me very happy - and, again, she was only mentioned in the time line the year she and Regis married - so something must have happened, right? It has inspired me to write this. 

Notes:
I cried.
Also, wrote the poem at the end specifically for this.

IF YOU WANT A SEQUEL PLEASE LET ME KNOW BECAUSE I HAVE AN IDEA FOR ONE

Tagging: @themissimmortal @chocohoess @cerasusazule @fieryfantasy just in case any of you wanted to read this (I know it’s Regis but, like, I MUST TAG YOU GUYS



For the first time in many years, you could finally spend time with Regis and Noctis. As much as you adored your four year old son and found him absolutely adorable and an awful lot like his father, you did miss your charming husband. It was completely understandable that he wouldn’t be available all the time - you married him knowing that full well - and he also understood that you felt distant from him.

So when he told you that had planned a family trip (a picnic, very cliché with him) with you and Noct in a quiet country park set on the outskirts of Insomnia, you were overjoyed. If you could, you would have hugged Regis tightly. But he was holding your sleeping son and you remembered that the last time you hugged Regis as he did so, the sleeping Prince bopped your nose in annoyance. It was very amusing for Regis though, and you did eventually see the funny side of things.

But there was one thing that you were hiding back. And you had done for a long time. You had no idea whether anyone else knew, or whether it was only you. But it was something you wish you didn’t know. You wished you didn’t know anything about it. 


“Mummy!” You winced as Noct yelled in your ear, grabbing your attention as you looked at him. He backed away slightly, perching his bottom down on his fathers lap with a smile just a bright. “Daddy wants you.” And he passed Regis a yoghurt (one of those tube things where you have to tear the top) due to his previous struggles with the food.

You then turned your attention to Regis, who was smiling tenderly and passed the yoghurt back to Noctis. “You’re very distant today. Are you sure you’re alright?”

“I’m fine, Regis. Just didn’t sleep well.” You shrugged simply as you picked up a cucumber sandwich.
 
“Nightmares again?” He paused his actions, which led to Noct peeling open Regis’ slightly clenched fist and placed an orange into his palm. Regis quickly regained his bearings and began to peel the orange once you nodded. “I’m sure they’re nothing.”

“It’s unnatural.” You pouted - an expression you shared with your son. “Not normal.”

“Ai have nightmares all vhe time, mummy.” Noctis spoke casually, whilst he watched his father struggle with the orange peel and patted the King’s cheeks as moral support - which only made you smile like you were trying so hard not to laugh. “Like, daddy dying when aim’m older. An’ wu not bein’ in my life no more…” He soon looked at you. “Are dey not normal? Am ai sick?” 

“Those are normal.” You replied with a small smile. “They show your fears.”

“Den yours do, too, mummy. “ Noctis as he kissed your cheekcrawled on over to you and wrapped his arms around you as best as he could, pressing his head to your shoulder. “And wu can smile after, knowing dat dey are just bad dweams.”

You put you hand on his head. “You know… You’re right.” You kissed his forehead and he smiled as he kissed your cheek before retreating back to Regis and taking the freshly peeled orange. He also kissed his cheek and thanked him with a smile.

You watched the two interact with a smile. You wished Noctis was right. You wished Regis was right. But truth was, none of them were. And it hurt, broke your heart, knowing that. Knowing that you had just lied to them to keep them free of your burdens. If it was only for another week, you were determined to see more of this. 

“Love, come here.” 

You did as your husband suggested, leaning closer to him both anxiously and curiously. You knew he was one for practical jokes and pranks, always trying to find ways to make you annoyed in order to laugh at your reaction with Noct, which only made you laugh twice as hard as normal. You also knew he had an ego and was not afraid of kissing you in front of anyone  - including your son. Which always embarrassed you, but Noct couldn’t help but giggle and grin and talk about how much his parents loved each other. It warmed your heart. And he only hoped that he never forgot moments like this.

Regis merely pecked your lips - which was subtle for him - and grinned. “Open up.”  You did as you were told and he placed a chocolate dipped strawberry on your tongue. It wasn’t until you started eating that he grinned mischeiviously and you rolled your eyes, acting like it was the norm for him to feed you a strawberry.

“Ew!” Noctis scrunched his nose. “Ai don’t wanna see dat, Daddy.” He cringed. “Dat’s for adults onwy. At weast, dat’s what Cor says…”

You giggled. “Trust Cor to keep your father in - “ You narowed your eyes. “Hey. Why’s Cor teaching you adult stuff?”


“’E’s not, mummy. I just ‘eard him once. He said ‘why does he not save the adult stuff til bedtime’.” The young Prince tried his best Cor impression, which only made Regis laugh.

“Don’‘t encourage it.”

“C’mon, ____. It’s funny -”

“Embarrassing - “

“Cute -”

“Howwid.” Noct went to eating a cupcake, ignoring his sandwiches for the time being. 

Regis just pulled him close and nuzzled his nose into his son’s neck, blowing a raspberry upon the sensitive skin before showering his face with kisses, being completely playful whilst Noct laughed happily.

“Regis, why are you only doing it to him?”

“Because doing it to you is doing ‘adult stuff’. And that I’m saving for later.” He winked and you blushed a deep shade of red. Before you knew it, you were being used as Noct’s shield and you sat there calmly, eating your food, until Regis tickled your sides and Noctis joined in on the fun.

But little did you know that those smiles would be the last your saw, that your smile then would be the last they saw…


A week had passed since that day. Regis sat on the bed with Noctis settled on his lap and an open book beside him, his son absentmindedly playing with his larger finger and being mesmerised by how much bigger they were and how his hand was scarred from many years of battle. 

Yet both father and son remained quiet, both for different reasons, which scattered the atmosphere in the room, confusing feeling and neglecting the other.
Regis had to tell him… but how… He had to tell that you were gone now. Never to return. That Niffelheim forces killed you, not caring that you were unarmed. That you may as well be used as some sort of vessel for something…unthinkable…

But he couldn’t say that. He couldn’t let his anger, currently boiling in his blood, affect how he told his son, the one thing he had left of you…

“Daddy?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay? You look really sad… Mummy says that when you look said you need comfort…”

Regis showed a quick pained smile before letting it drop quickly.”Mummy’s gone, Noct.” He tried to speak evenly, gently.

“Oh.” And then Noct stopped and looked up at him. “When will she come back to us?”

“She…can’t.”

Noctis blinked. “But… you were so happy… last week… why did she go? Did she stop loving you?”

“No, it’s… it’s… harder to bear than that…” He was struggling, blinking repeatedly, biting his lip, taking deep, silent breaths to steady his breathing. “Where she is… is in the sky. Looking down at us. Smiling. Being proud of you… Guiding is and protecting  you for as long as she can…”

He saw his son’s chest stop mid-breath, heard his breath hitch, heard the disbelief… “So… mummy’s…d…de…”

“Sleeping without any more nightmares. Living at peace with the gods looking out for her.” Regis opted for changing the phrase to something… nicer. 

Noctis’ lips began to quiver and his shoulders shook. When the sobs were about to start, he threw himself into Regis chest, and the King willingly hugged his son.

He tried to stay strong. He tried not to cry, biting his lip, rubbing them together, anything to stop them from quivering. But nothing worked. He buried his face into the crook of his son’s neck, his tears rolling down his cheeks and landing on the young prince’s neck and shoulder, a quiet sob escaping him. And when he stopped the next sob… he felt Noctis cling onto him tighter, playing with the ends of his hair.

“It’s okay to cry daddy… Mummy always said that wu always try to be stwong. Like your daddy… She didn’t like it when you stopped yourself fwom cwyin’…She didn’t now how to halp…”

Regis held him tighter and let another sob escape him. Noctis soon tucked hiim into bed and snuck beneath the covers soon after, resting his head on Regis’ chest. “I’ll be here for you, Daddy.”

“I’ll always be here for you, Noct. Even when you forget.”

“I won’t.”

That night, you never came. That night was the hardest. That night was the start of many where he would feel…hopeless… that he would have no idea what to do. That when he truly needed you the most, you weren’t there. Yet, there was also a warmth. A warmth which appeared on the breeze. A warmth in which was yours. And that warmth was the only one that could send him to sleep that night And the open book, left on page one hundred and thirty six, lied forgotten. 

Although she does not return, she is not gone.
The memories of the days and times foregone
Still remain to carry you through the day,
Keeping you from harm.

She is in the sun and she is in the breeze
She is in the warmth that will never let you freeze.
She is the guardian angel that always protects,
Keeping you from harm.

She is your strength and your hope.
She is the happiness you feel within.
She is the sun that breaks through the night.
She is the everlasting light.

She is your mother.
She is your protector. 
She is your blade.
She is your shield.

She is your mother.

And though she is gone, she does return.
She is the fire that does not burn.
She is the ice that does not freeze.
She’s the thunder that does not shock.

She is the healer.
She is the protector..
She is your mother.

Although she does not return she is not gone.
The memories of the days and times foregone,
Still remain to carry you through the day,
Keeping you from harm.

anonymous asked:

Hello! Could you kindly create a camping trip scenario with Mirio and his s/o? They're alone together in a tent during the night. The nightlife noises kinda scare the s/o and Mirio comforts them in the sweetest way possible. :3

Sure thing dear! I hope I could write it well enough and that you’ll like it =)


Mirio fluffs up his pillow and looks over to his partner, who peeks out of the tent. They seem a bit nervous when they zip the flap closed and lie down beside him.

Mirio opens his arms for them and waits until they made themselves comfortable, their head resting against his chest, before he wraps his arms around them.

It’s a pleasant night, warm enough without being hot or sticky and a light breeze rustles through the trees outside. They found a good spot, out in the open and rather quiet, aside from a couple of crickets. An owl hoots softly somewhere.

Mirio only needs a moment to realize that his partner is tense and unmoving. They’re tucked close to him and while that is very welcome, they don’t relax, keeping their forehead pressed against his collarbone.

Mirio feels concern seeping into his mind and he rubs a slow hand between their shoulder blades.

“Is something wrong? You seem tense.” He asks quietly.

His partner inhales a little deeper than before. “To be honest, the sounds kind of scare me.”

“Oh.” Mirio hugs them a little tighter. “Do you want to leave? We have a lamp; we can make our way back to the street and to a nearby inn.”

They shake their head and Mirio runs gentle fingers across their scalp and along their back. He brushes a soft kiss on their temple.

“We’re okay. You’re safe with me and this tent is secure. No bug or animal will get in and this is an official camping spot, most wildlife stays away anyway.” He kisses their forehead. “And I’ll stay awake until you fall asleep first, would that help?”

“Maybe.” His partner murmurs and Mirio shuffles a little to tilt their head up and gives them a kiss.

“It’s okay, you’re safe.” He says quietly and leans his forehead against theirs. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

2d Head canon/Scenarios

This is a lot longer than I meant, but whatever.

  • This babe is so in love with you, he doesn’t know how he functioned without you.
  • He’s absolutely smitten by you the first time you meet. You met at a party and the moment you walked in his eyes were locked on you, jaw slack. He tightened his grip on his drink when you looked over at him and flashed him a dazzling smile. You of course recognized him, he was the reason this party was being held. You mustered up the courage to talk to him. You started with a simple ‘hello’. He on the other hand was shaking slightly, as stiff as a board, trying to keep a smile on his face. You were just so beautiful, it baffled him that you were talking to him.
  • He stumbled over every word, making you laugh.
  • “Hey-hi-he-hello.”

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vevehoshizora  asked:

If you may, I would like a Alex x Reader fic where the reader is Kara's best friend and a fellow superhero (powers or no powers, as you prefer), and she gets badly injured at some point and just Alex being scared as hell and not wanting the reader to die. (They're not in a relation, but bonus points if they get together at the end. :P) PS: Omg, that went on forever, sorry.

Alex x reader

A/N: I honestly love this request and I couldn’t wait to write it 

13. Alex x reader 

“Kara, Y/N, Winn says there’s an alien attack over on Main Street. So suit up, cause you have to leave, like right now.” Alex said, walking into the training room. 

You and Kara smirk at each other and quickly change into your suits. You’d been best friends with Kara since the sixth grade when she found out that you were from Krypton as well. You were the first person, outside of her family, that she could be real with and now, you couldn't imagine life without each other.

You and Kara flew to the scene and you saw the chaos immediately.  The aliens had torn apart the gravel on the ground and were starting to pick up larger things, like street lamps and parking meters. There were three of them, so Kara and you were outnumbered, but you weren’t worried. 

Kara took one alien, you took another one, and you decided to take the third one together. You had easily defeated your alien, so you decided to just finish off the third alien while Kara fought her first one. Big mistake. This alien, though he looked the same, was way stronger. You used a lot of heat vision to distract him, then all of your super strength to knock him over, leaving him unconscious. He wasn’t the only one who was knocked out, though. You had burnt out all your powers, which sent you crashing into the ground and you were unconscious as well. 

Kara noticed right away. She defeated the alien she was fighting and called J’onn for help immediately. She picked you up and flew you back to the DEO, where Alex met her right by the entrance. They immediately started walking you back to the medical room.

“What the hell happened?” Alex asked, not even trying to hide her concern for you.

“She burnt her powers out fighting two aliens…” Kara replied as she set you down on the bed with the yellow sun lamp. 

“I should’ve helped her… I should’ve been paying more attention.” Kars started to cry as she looked down at you on the bed. 

“No, there wasn’t anything you could’ve done, Kar.. Why don’t you go home and get some rest, and you’ll get to see Y/N when she’s awake tomorrow.” 

Kara reluctantly agreed, giving her sister a hug before she left the DEO. 

Alex took a seat beside your bed, watching you as you laid there. You were like a second sister to both of the Danvers’ girls. If anything were to happen to you, they’d both be devastated. She sat by your bed, even as the other employees were leaving. She had to be there when you woke up. 

You were out for five hours before you finally woke up, you still didn’t feel great, but at least you were awake. Alex lifted her head up as soon as soon as she felt you move. 

“Y/N! Thank God you’re ok! You scared the shit out of everyone.” Alex sighs, leaning forward to give you a small hug. “What were you thinking, burning yourself out like that?” 

“I was thinking that I wanted to take care of those bitches, and I did, so mission accomplished.” 

Alex chuckled, shaking her head. “You really are fearless, aren’t you?”

“No, no not at all. I’m afraid of plenty of things.” You argue.

‘’Like what?” Alex challenges with the raise of an eyebrow. “Actually, now that I think about it, I can answer that. You’re afraid of the feelings you have for Kara.” 

Her statement had taken you by surprise, “I-I don’t like Kara. Not like that.” You protest, shaking your head. You felt a blush creep onto your cheeks.

“I see you blushing, Y/L/N. Don’t worry, I won’t tell her.” 

Your heart was racing and your face got hotter and hotter, you weren’t really sure why you let the truth slip out, but you did. “No! Alex, I’m really not interested in Kara. I’m interested in you!” 

Alex freezes and you regret every word you’d spoken. “You… You like me?” Alex repeated.

You nod, trying not to meet Alex’s eyes. “I have for awhile…” 

“I have too..” 

Your head snaps up, you couldn’t believe what you’d heard. You didn’t know what to do, so you just wrapped your arms around Alex’s neck and pull her in for a kiss. 

By the time you pull away, you’re both out of breath and smiling like idiots. 

“That was….” Alex says, catching her breath.

“Yeah.” You pant with a giggle. 

“Maybe.. when you’re better, we could go out sometime?” Alex asks, taking your hand.

“I’d love to, Danvers.” You say with a smile. 



This is kinda a mess and I didn’t know how I wanted to end it, but here it is lol 

anonymous asked:

Ladybug AU where it's Adrien who gets nervous around Marinette. And when they're in their superhero outfits, Ladybug/Marinette is kinda super in love with Chat Noir.

Adrien sat in the back of his private car, jiggling his leg. On his lap rested a parcel wrapped in pink, tied off with plain brown string. He let out a miserable sigh and knocked his head against the headrest. The Gorilla sent him a pitying glance through the rear view mirror. 

Today was the day. The day. Marinette’s birthday. For weeks he’d agonized over what to get her. He’d begged Nino for help, casually asked Alya for a hint, Googled “what to get a girl for her birthday” at least ten times, and had even resorted to asking Plagg for suggestions (“Camembert,” he’d replied).

The gift couldn’t be too expensive because that would give Adrien’s crush away. It couldn’t be too impersonal, either; anyone could get her an impersonal gift. He was hopeless at crafts so handmade was out of the question. In the end he’d asked himself what he knew about Marinette’s likes and came up with a list: fashion, the color pink, Jagged Stone, and Chat Noir.

Then he’d entertained stupid thoughts about showing up on her balcony and serenading her. Right. Like he’d be able to get more than two words out around her, even in costume. So he had settled for something both simple and personal: a Chat Noir phone charm. As far as he knew, she didn’t have one.

The Gorilla cleared his throat and Adrien sat up, scanning the front of the school. There. Marinette jogged up the steps to where Alya stood waiting for her. The girls embraced, Alya swinging Marinette back and forth a few times before letting her go. Adrien took a deep breath. It was now or never.

He got out of the car and started towards her, the wrapped parcel held behind his back. Marinette laughed at something Alya said. Gosh, she was adorable when she laughed. Her crinkling eyes, the cute little freckles on her nose, the way she showed all her teeth, her shaking shoulders. And that giggle! She could make the whole world laugh with—

Adrien tripped over one of the stairs. He yelped, but caught himself before he fell, and straightened sharply. 

Marinette and Alya stared at him. “Are you okay?” Marinette asked.

His fingers tightened around the parcel. “F-Fine. I’m—yes. I forgot there was another stair, umm, right there.”

Alya arched an eyebrow. Marinette’s smile widened. “Happens to everyone,” she said, then turned back to resume her conversation.

Adrien hurried past them and into the school. Nino stood just inside the front doors, shaking his head. “Dude, really?”

Adrien sighed. “She was laughing. Can you blame me for getting distracted?”

“I can.” Nino slung an arm over his shoulders. “The bright side is you have a whole school day’s worth of chances. As long as you don’t mess them all up, you’re good.”

Unfortunately, a girl in one of the lower years got akumatized during the lunch break, resulting in classes being dismissed for the rest of the afternoon.

~

Ladybug noticed Chat Noir was significantly less perky that night. He lay on his back with one leg swinging over the side of the Eiffel Tower, a hand on his stomach, ears drooping. They’d taken down an akuma in the afternoon—which had thrown a damper on an otherwise great birthday—but that couldn’t be the source of his mood. She poked his leg. “You okay?”

Chat sighed. “I guess.” He didn’t look at her. “Just wishing I wasn’t such a coward.”

“What are you talking about, chaton? You’re the bravest person I know.” She blushed beneath her mask. Well, it was true…

“In costume, maybe. In my civilian life? Not so much.” He gestured down the length of his body. “Despite the incredible package, I’m not as purrfect as you might think.”

Ladybug’s face reddened even further. She hadn’t been thinking about his package. No sir. Not her. She swung her legs back and forth, worrying at her bottom lip. She wanted to tell him it was her birthday. Why did they have to put that on the list of things they couldn’t know about each other?

Chat sat up. “Anyway, Paris is quiet tonight. I think I’ll go home and drown my sorrows in video games.”

“Oh. You’re leaving already?” He helped her to her feet and she held onto his forearm. “But not without a hug, right? Mopey cats need hugs. It’s scientific fact.”

Chat Noir managed a smile. “Sure,” he said, holding his arms open. Ladybug stepped into them and wrapped him up in a tight embrace. Her heart beat wildly. Could he feel it through their suits? Just in case he couldn’t, she pulled away from him before he noticed. “Thanks, buginette. I actually feel a little better.”

“M-Must be the magic,” she said. She watched him vault away from the tower and leaned against the nearest beam, holding both hands over her heart.

She’d gotten exactly what she wanted for her birthday.

The 4th of July is when summer starts to end. In five more weeks, preseason starts.

Dex spends the holiday on his uncle’s lobster boat, working. His sunburn has faded to a farmer’s tan. If he looks at his face in a mirror–which he hasn’t in a month and a half–he knows he’ll see even more freckles. His arms ache. He and Sara spray each other with bug spray and climb on the roof of the shed with a blanket to watch the sun set.

Nursey spends the holiday on a blanket at the 72nd St Boat Basin, head pillowed on a folded sweatshirt, sunglasses over his eyes. He’s saving a spot for the fireworks, even though they’re not incredibly visible from the Upper West Side, even though there’s a giant decrepit derrick blocking his view. Even though the friends he most wishes were with him are miles away.

The sun goes down.

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anonymous asked:

GOM having a bad day and they're kinda annoyed by how optimistic & positive their s/o is, when they ask their s/o why they're so cheery all the time their s/o responds that it's because they have them and that's all they need to be happy. Thanks :)

omg who is this heavenly s/o i love them

Kuroko: He was grouchy. And apparently no amount of glaring was going to tone down the happy aura that surrounded you like a cloud. Or maybe it was because you couldn’t tell he was glaring. Kagami-kun had said before that his glares weren’t very obvious.

He decided on a verbal attack. “____-chan.”

You turned to him with an angelic smile. “Yes, Tetsu-kun?”

“Please stop smiling.”

You were puzzled, but your smile didn’t falter. “Why would I do that?”

“In respect for those not feeling cheery.” He deadpanned, though a normal person wouldn’t be able to tell. “Why are you so happy, anyway?”

Collapsing next to him on the couch, you turned to him and kissed him on the cheek. “Why wouldn’t I be happy? I have you. It’s all I need to make me happy.” Throwing your arms out with a laugh, you yelled, “I’m feeling on top of the world!”

Kuroko blinked once. Then twice. He then leaned forward for a deep kiss. “I need some of that happiness, ____-chan, please transfer it to me through this.”

Kise: It was rare that he allowed his unhappy feelings to be visible to others. But today had been particularly bad. And what made it worse, you seemed to have had a particularly good day. 

You hummed to yourself with a smile while you scrolled through your phone, stretched out on the couch. Kise sat by your feet, pouting, waiting for you to notice he was grumpy and coddle him. 

When you continued to be distracted by your phone, he pulled it out of your grasp and fixed you with an irritated face. “Why are you so happy. Today sucks.”

That irritating upturn of your lips remained fixed on your face. “I’m happy because I have you, Ryou-kun, what more do I need?”

He stared at you, wide eyed, then glanced at your phone in his hand. Apparently you’d been editing pictures of the two of you to post on your social media. 

His mood immediately brightened, and he lunged forward to give you a good, long hug. “Hold me, ____-cchi! You’re the best!”

Midorima: To an outsider, the living room would closely resemble a battle between sunshine, and an actual storm. 

Every time Midorima would shoot a negative comment towards you, you’d happily reply with something optimistic. He kicked it up a notch, saying things that could have started wars (or even… gasp… ended relationships), but you’d pay him no mind, just patted his hand and giving him a smile or a kiss on the cheek. 

Annoyed, he crossed his arms and turned a deathly glare towards you. “Why the hell are you so positive all the time? Don’t you get exhausted?”

You tilted your head at him questioningly. “What do you mean, exhausted? I have you. It fuels my happiness.”

And the comment was made innocently, a hundred percent truthful, because you turned back to whatever book you were reading without fluttering an eyelash.

But the effect on Midorima was huge. He instantly became a blushing mess, thanking every god he knew that you were too engrossed in your book to pay any mind to the fact that your few words had left him in shambles. 

Rather, in response, he managed to tone down his blush, and went about his work with a feeling of warmth in his chest. The storm was subdued. 

Aomine: A grumpy Aomine made sure everyone in his vicinity knew that he was having a bad day. He grumbled loudly to himself, kicked things out of his path with unnecessary violence, and replied to you with sarcasm and huffiness, which you took surprisingly well. 

As the day began to come to an end, and Aomine was still as mad as ever, you tried to cheer him up by ordering his favourite take-out meal. When that didn’t help, you ran a nicely scented bath for him. Even that didn’t work. 

When the both of you were getting into bed, Aomine suddenly confronted you. “Oi, why’re you so happy all the time? It’s disgusting.” He slipped under the covers, pulling them up to his chin, and turned a dark glare towards you.

You tried not to laugh at how cute he looked. “I’m happy because I have you, of course.”

The glare faltered, fizzled, and then slowly died out, leaving him just staring at you. 

Ignoring his reaction, you got into bed yourself, turning off the lamp. “’Night, Dai.”

“N-night…”

A few minutes later, Aomine hesitantly scooched up closer to you, pressed your back against his chest, and buried his face in your hair. 

Murasakibara: “I’m mad, ____-chin, so you need to not be so happy.” He grouched, flipping through T.V. channels. 

You hummed in agreement, and tried to tone down your happiness while you lay on the couch, head on Murasakibara’s lap, reading a book. 

A few minutes later, Murasakibara glanced down at you, and you were once more displaying a sickening amount of cheerfulness. You weren’t even smiling. It was just that apparent on your face.  

“____-chiiiin.” He whined, tossing the remote control away and focusing all his attention on you. “You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?” You didn’t even spare him a glance– just continued on with your book.

“Being so happy!”

Without removing your eyes from the printed words in front of you, you reached a hand up and gently caressed his face, speaking absentmindedly. “When I have someone as nice as you to rest my head on, then I have no reason to be unhappy, y’know?”

Murasakibara narrowed his eyes and turned his head away, moving it in a way so that his hair covered his blush. “Don’t be embarrassing.” He grumbled. 

You hummed once more in agreement, not really paying attention. 

But Murasakibara didn’t really mind. He just stretched out on the couch as well, turned the T.V. off, and fell asleep to the sound of your breathing. 

Akashi: He was thunderous. 

Any sane person would simply just remove themselves from Akashi’s presence until the next day. Or the next year. However long it took for him to calm down. 

But you were probably of another species, not able to take queues from your surroundings. You happily went about your day, showering Akashi with the normal amount of affection, doing your own work, and figuring out what to make for dinner, since it was your turn to cook. 

While he ate dinner, and you sat across from him at the small dining table, he saw that you were mercifully not making any sort of conversation with him. But he also saw that remaining quiet didn’t dampen your pleasant mood in the slightest. 

“____.” He finally said, putting his chopsticks down and folding his hands on his lap. 

You looked up with a smile. “Yeah?”

“May I ask why you’re so happy?” His voice was controlled, even, normal. But his irritation was still evident through his eyes.

Your smile became puzzled. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Huh?”

Chuckling, you took a bite, swallowed, then continued to speak. “I mean, I’m eating dinner with my most favourite person. I don’t really need much else to make me happy.”

Akashi was dumbfounded at this new piece of information that you so nonchalantly gave out. His mere presence was enough to make you exude such a violent amount of happiness?

For the first time that day, he smiled. 

asahii-a  asked:

Pls give me ur cute headcanons about asanoya bc they're our sons

maTE cute asanoyas give me life

  • Asahi sometimes puts Nishinoya’s hair into a bun when it grows out long enough before it gets cut back to the length it’s normally at. Noya feels SO COOL when he’s wearing Asahi’s hairstyle.
  • Nishinoya is an affectionate drunk and when he gets tipsy he’ll proclaim his love from the rooftops
  • Noya is pretty good at drawing and draws things on Asahi’s arms/hands absentmindedly
  • Whenever they fight, they always cuddle for ages afterwards and say reaffirming stuff and they pretty much always get stronger as a couple after every fight
  • Their favourite things to do on dates is to go for picnics in the park during the summer, and during the winter they meet in cosy little cafés and teashops. They don’t need to be doing anything fancy, they just like being in each other’s company.
  • Nishinoya is the first one to want to start being open about their relationship, but Asahi is afraid of being shunned/attacked. Nishinoya promises to protect him, and protect him he does- if he ever catches anyone saying anything homophobic he gets real aggressive real fast, and people don’t expect him to be intimidating but he’s like one of those really angry small dogs who looks kinda cute but will amputate one of your fingers. He gets into fights a couple times, and he’s a lot stronger than he looks, so he usually wins. Asahi chides him for getting into fights, but cleans his wounds and is secretly thankful that he has someone who loves him so much that he’ll literally fight someone over it.

Post-Asahi’s Graduation (bc long-distance asanoyas give me a lot of feelings)

  • When Asahi graduates and moves away, he and Nishinoya skype every night. Asahi helps Noya with his homework, and they talk about their volleyball teams, and usually one of them will fall asleep with their laptop in front of them and the other will watch them fondly for a while.
  • Karasuno ends up going to a training camp close to where Asahi goes to university, and Asahi comes to watch the games and help out with training and he’s so proud of how much Noya’s skills are coming along.
  • Asahi leaves Nishinoya one of his hoodies when he moves away, and Noya wears it a lot even though it’s like 12 sizes too big.
  • When they visit each other, Nishinoya runs to Asahi and throws himself into his arms. During their visits, they’re barely ever out of contact and like to be chilling together holding hands or leaning on each other and stuff.

Trans boy!Noya asanoya headcanons

I am a ho for trans boy!Noya and he would be super validated by Asahi, and Asahi would literally be the most supportive and loving bf through the whole thing trans!boy noya asanoya Gives Me Life

  • I hc that Noya would come out at the end of his first year, and start living full-time as a guy by the start of second year. Asahi is like his biggest advocate and works so hard to help him get on the boy’s volleyball team.
  • Asahi is also instantly accepting and p much the first thing he says when Noya comes out to him is “is there anything you want me to do, do you want me to use a different name and pronouns” etc and Noya is really happy bc he was super scared of coming out.
  • Asahi also celebrates all Noya’s little victories with him- he gets super excited for him when Noya notices his voice getting lower, and they celebrate Noya’s first chest hair and stuff and count down to doctors appointments and surgeries together.
  • Asahi also gives him tips about guy things that Noya might not have known being afab, like how to shave facial hair when he starts getting peach fuzz. Asahi also helps Noya administer his T shots bc he’s not very good at it.
  • Noya would cry when he confessed that he had feelings for Asahi, because he knows Asahi is gay and is afraid he won’t love him back because he still has breasts and a vagina and Asahi hugs him and says “I don’t care about any of that, you’re a boy, and that’s it, it doesn’t matter what’s between your legs, it won’t stop me loving you” and they kiss and it’s super sweet help.
  • Also Asahi would be really careful not to do anything that triggered Noya’s dysphoria and Noya finds it rly sweet and appreciates it a lot, but at the same time when things get sexy he’s like get on with it man it’s fine if you touch there just freAKIN DO ME ALREADY

anonymous asked:

(au) Ian as the ROTC leader of the school and Mickey being a pissed off parent so he goes down to the school to have a "talk" (threaten) him. He could be single, married, whatever you choose. Do with this what you will.

// ok so just for background: Mickey slept with Svetlana as a drunken dare, years ago, and she got pregnant. (She’s still a prostitute). He’s still gay but he hasn’t really ever acted on it (some casual sex maybe) and he’s closeted, but not as severely as he was on the show. He and Svetlana aren’t together, nor have they ever been. They raise Yev together but they don’t live together. And they don’t hate each other! Mickey and Ian have never met before //

// this is a total oneshot with no relation to any plotline or story I’ve written before //

Mickey was reading the paper in the kitchen when he heard the front door open. Yev always came by after his ROTC sessions on Thursday afternoons to see him. His son was usually in a good mood, but today he entered the room looking pretty downcast.

‘What’s up kid?’

Yev shrugged, opening the fridge and grabbing some juice. ‘Session was shitty,’ he said dully.

Mickey immediately got on his defence. ‘What happened? Somebody say something to you? Somebody hurt you?’

Yev came to sit opposite his father. ‘Just…these guys. It’s like they always have it out for me. I don’t expect them to be really nice or anything, I mean, it’s ROTC. But this is…something else.’

'What do they do?’

Yev’s eyes flickered to the table.

'They say stuff. About Mom.’

Mickey frowned. ‘What the fuck do they say about her?’

'They call her a - a whore. A slut,’ he said sadly. 'And they said I was an accident. They said I was a - an actual son of a bitch.’

Mickey sighed. ‘You know they’re just stupid idiots, right? Bored with their own dumb lives so they have to pick apart yours? We both know your Mom’s not a bitch.’

'That’s what I said. I said, don’t call my Mom a bitch. And then,’ he looked at Mickey, 'they said they didn’t mean my Mom when they said that. They - they meant my Dad,’ he said quietly.

Mickey didn’t say anything. He froze.

'Dad, I know you’re gay,’ Yev said gently.

He still didn’t say anything. ‘I, uh, I gotta go out,’ he said, voice tight and monotonous. He stood up to leave, to run away from this. Just like he did when he was seventeen. But Yev tugged on his arm and made him sit down again.

'No, we have to talk about this. Please,’ Yev begged. Mickey finally made himself meet his son’s eyes. They were full of worry and care. So Mickey sat down again.

'How did you know? Your Mom say something?’

Yev shook his head. ‘I’m sixteen, Dad, I’m not stupid. I see when guys come here, and I know they’re not ‘checking the pipes’ like you used to tell me. I see random shit lying around the house that doesn’t belong to us, and I know a guy left it here. I understand the innuendo-laced jokes that Mom and Mandy throw at you. And last year I - I accidentally found your DVDs,’ he said, embarrassed.

'What?’

'The porn, Dad. All guy-on-guy. I watched a bit of one, I was curious. Didn’t really do much for me, but if it does it for you, that’s fine, Dad. It’s cool. I don’t care as long as you’re alright. And you’re happy. I’m still your son and I still love you,’ Yev told him.

'Kinda feel like it’s the parent who’s supposed to say that stuff when their kid comes out to them. Not the other way around,’ Mickey said. But he pulled Yev into a firm hug. 'Thanks.’

'So anyway. I couldn’t stand to hear them talk about you and Mom like that. They called you…all sorts. But then they just kept chanting the same stuff over and over. Same word. Faggot’ He mumbled, hating the word.

'Well it’s not like I’ve not heard it before.’

'Well I hadn’t. Not in that context,’ Yev said glumly. 'It was on the walk home. They live a few streets over so it’s mostly the same route. They just kept shouting it, about you. And I hated it, I hated hearing them talk about you like that. It’s not even bad, it’s not one of your faults…why do they call you out on that instead of for something real?’

'People can be really fucking awful, Yev,’ Mickey told him. 'Believe me.’

'And it was that, along with everything about Mom. I started crying. I couldn’t help it.’

'I told you to never let people see you cry. They use it against you.’

'Yeah, they did. They kicked me.’

'They fucking hurt you?’

'Yeah because I - I tried to stand up to them.’

'Well that was never gonna work. One of you and how many of them?’

'Four.’

'Exactly. What’d you do, try and hit them?’

'No. I wouldn’t do that. I - I told them that my dad liking what he likes don’t make him a bitch,’ Yev explained.

Mickey felt his heart glowing with pride and almost felt tearful. He couldn’t think of what to say. He just clasped his son’s hand and laughed. ‘You really are my fucking son, aren’t you.’

Yev smiled. They were quiet for a moment. Then Mickey stood up. ‘Ok. I’m going to get Indian for dinner.’ Yev grinned. ‘Yeah yeah, I know it’s your favourite. You deserve it, kid,’ Mickey said, leaning to kiss him.

'Get samosas too?’ Yev asked.

'Sure. Back in a bit. Hey, do your homework, yeah? I don’t want your Mom saying I’m too easy going.’

Yev laughed. ‘Like anyone could ever think that.’

Mickey smiled and left.

-

He did go to the Indian restaurant and place an order, but they told him it wouldn’t be ready for nearly an hour. So he sat in the waiting area for a couple of minutes, flicking absently through a magazine. Then he knew he had to do something about those fucking neighbourhood assholes. So he pocketed his order number and was out the door, charging back the way he’d come.

He wasn’t intending on going after the kids directly. Sure when he was younger, he’d have gone straight to their place and bashed them a little to show them who was boss. But now he was an adult and he wouldn’t get away with it. And he didn’t want to set that kind of example to Yev. He didn’t want his son to grow up thinking that violence was always the solution like he himself had done for a long time. Too long.

So instead he headed for the ROTC centre, hoping that someone would be there he could talk to.

It was pretty empty. Most of the staff had left. The receptionist was still there though. ‘Can I help you?’

'Yeah, I need to speak to whoever runs the 16-18 group. My son’s in it. Yevgeny Milkovich.’

'Let’s see…you need Ian Gallagher. I don’t think he’s gone home yet. Try the office down the hall and to the left. His name’s on the door.’

'Thank you,’ Mickey nodded at her and made his way to this Ian Gallagher’s office and knocked on the door.

'It’s open,’ came his voice. So Mickey stepped inside. 'Can I help you?’ Mickey was initially taken aback by how young he was. He thought the young army guys were all fighting in some war somewhere, and the old ones were left here to run youth programmes like this. And not only was Ian Gallagher young, but he was fucking gorgeous. 'Sir?’ Mickey realised he’d just been staring at the man in silence for maybe a little too long.

'Yes. My son is a member. Yevgeny.’

Ian smiled. ‘Yes, Milkovich. He’s fantastic. Dedicated, loyal, talented. He could have a real future here. One of the best we’ve got.’

'That’s great, but he got home an hour ago and turns out he’s having a rough time.’

Ian raised his eyebrows. ‘Well I’m sorry to hear that. Something I did?’

Mickey shook his head. ‘No, it’s nothing to do with you. He thinks you’re great, actually. Really respects you. No, this is some other kids in the group. Messing with him. Giving him shit he doesn’t deserve.’

Ian couldn’t help but smirk at his cursing. ‘And what, ah, shit would that be?’

'They’re saying things to him. Mean things.’ He paused. 'Look, his Mom used to be a prostitute. I don’t know how they found that out, but either way, they’re insulting her, and him. Calling her names. And obviously he’s upset. It’s his Mom.’

Ian nodded. ‘I’m sorry. Clearly they’re doing it out of earshot but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel responsible for it happening. You and your wife must be very annoyed.’

Mickey hesitated. Normally he’d just go with it or lie by omission. But not this time. Not to this guy. ‘Actually I’m gay. We’re on good terms but she’s nothing more than a friend. Although yeah, she’s gonna be pissed when she hears.’

Ian nodded, taking it in stride, but Mickey didn’t miss the way the corners of his mouth turned upwards ever so slightly.

Mickey continued, ‘and the kids know too, and when they stopped using Yev’s mother to torture him, they moved on to me. Look, I can handle it when it’s said to my face, but when they’re saying it to my son? That’s not ok. At all.’

'I understand. Truly. I’m going to do something about this. You’re right. No-one should have to deal with shit like that,’ Ian smiled at Mickey as he swore.

'Yeah. Well. Forgive me for not having a great deal of faith. From experience, I guess you’re just gonna give them a slap on the wrist, if that,’ he said, getting up to leave. Ian swiftly walked around the desk, blocking Mickey’s exit.

'I’m absolutely not going to be apathetic about this. I take sexism and homophobia very seriously,’ Ian told him, gradually closing space between himself and Mickey.

'And how do I know you’re not just saying that?’ Mickey asked, also drawing closer to Ian.

Ian paused, and then grinned as he leaned in to kiss Mickey, hard. They kissed roughly for a moment, before Mickey broke away. ‘Seriously?’ Ian nodded, and Mickey laughed, taking off his shirt.

Ian quickly undressed too, reaching around Mickey to lock the door. He kissed him again, moaning. ‘Shit, I can’t get enough of your lips,’ he murmured between kisses.

'You ain’t seen nothing yet,’ Mickey said, as he dropped to his knees and practically ripped Ian’s boxers off. 'Fuck,’ he whispered, before taking him in his mouth. Ian’s hand rested on the back of his head and they settled into a rhythm. But before Mickey could finish him, Ian pulled away. Mickey looked up at him questioningly, but Ian shook his head.

'I want to fuck you,’ he said breathlessly, pulling Mickey up and pinning him against the desk in one motion. He leaned back, reaching for his wallet and retrieving a condom. Mickey barely had time to focus before Ian was inside him. He didn’t ease in or prep him, nothing. Just right in all at once. He knew what he wanted and Mickey liked that. A lot.

'Shit, Gallagher,’ he groaned, feeling Ian hit all the right notes. This guy, this damn guy…Mickey knew it was the best sex he’d had in a long while. Maybe the best sex ever. Ian had an arm wrapped around his waist, and Mickey grabbed his hand, mashing their fingers together as Ian stifled a yell by biting his shoulder.

When he came, it was fucking glorious.

Their movements slowed, as Ian kissed Mickey’s neck, then jawline. It was softer now, gentler. He slid out so that Mickey could turn and kiss him properly. ‘That was…pretty amazing,’ Mickey whispered. Ian smiled. ‘You do this with every pissed off Dad who comes in here?

'Of course not,’ Ian said. 'Only the gay ones,’ he added with a grin. Mickey laughed. 'Which is, so far, just you.’

'I’m glad about that.’ Ian cocked his head curiously.

'Why are you glad?’

Mickey shrugged. ‘Just am.’

They slowly began putting their clothes back on. ‘Hey, Ian. You think maybe…maybe I could see you again?’

'I’ll see you in your dreams,’ Ian replied, grinning. Mickey looked blank. 'You never watched Queer as Folk? What kind of homosexual are you?’

'The kind that fucks guys.’ Ian laughed.

'Look, do you want to get a drink sometime or not?’ Mickey asked.

'I thought that usually happened before intercourse,’ he said.

Mickey laughed. ‘Who the fuck calls it intercourse?’ Ian smiled.

'A drink sounds good. Here’s my number,’ he said, grabbing a scrap of paper and scribbling down his digits. 'Call me?’

Mickey took the paper. ‘Yeah. Definitely.’ He opened the door and glanced back at Ian, who kissed him lightly. ‘Later.’

-

Mickey walked into his house and dumped the bags of food on the table. ‘Sorry it took so long. They had a lot of orders.’

’S'fine. Mandy’s here,’ Yev said.

'Hey big brother,’ his sister waved from where she was perched on the kitchen counter.

'What are you doing here?’

'Nice to see you too. Jesus. I was returning your toolbox.’

'Oh, yeah. Thanks.’ Mickey said, going to hug her and greet her properly.

'So Yev tells me the cat’s out of the bag. The cat being you.’

'Turns out he already knew. But…yeah.’

'It was still great that you admitted it to him. And talked about it. I know…I know you could never do that with any of our family.’

'Did you never tell them?’ Yev asked.

'Oh, I told them alright. It was your christening. I fucking yelled it across the Alibi.’

'So…your whole family was there?’

Mickey nodded. ‘Whole family and then some. Aside from Mandy. She was at work.’

'Don’t fucking remind me,’ she said. 'I’ve always regretted taking that extra shift.’

'What happened?’ Yev asked.

Mandy looked at Mickey sadly.

Mickey looked at his son for a second before answering. ‘My Dad beat the shit out of me. He just started screaming and charging at me. Like a fucking bull. He pinned me down on the floor and hit me, and he kept hitting me. He was so much bigger than me. I couldn’t move. And there was nobody there to get him off of me. Eventually he knocked me unconscious.’

'And then I get a call from the police. They’d taken Dad away and Mickey was I’m the hospital. I get there as fast as I can. He’s in a coma. Broken arm, fractured collarbone. Nose totally smashed. Face covered in bruises and blood. I just sat there, crying over him, wondering why Dad would do this to him. Eventually I realised. I know what made Dad fly off the handle. And I’d had my suspicions about Mickey but never dwelled on them. But then it all made sense.’

'When I woke up, the police came to talk to me. They told me what had happened. He’d kept beating me even after I blacked out. And he wasn’t sorry.’ Mickey looked up at his son. Yev was pale and his eyes were heavy with tears. Mickey was about to go hug him, when Yev stood up and came over to him and stood beside him.

He wrapped his arms around his father, crying into his shoulder. ‘I can’t believe that happened to you,’ Yev sobbed. Mickey held on to him, trying not to cry himself, trying to be strong for his son. He hadn’t seen Yev cry for years. ‘Dad that’s…horrific. I know why you always changed the subject when I asked about your family. I can’t - Dad - you could’ve died,’ he choked.

'Yeah but I didn’t. I didn’t. And I’m so fucking glad he didn’t kill me because I got to raise you. You’re the most important thing. You’re the only important thing I’ve ever had in my life. Everything else before you were born was just buildup. I know I’m not father of the year or whatever but I try my best. Because - I know what it’s like when your dad doesn’t give a shit. I know what it’s like when your dad makes your life a living hell. That’s why I hate it when you’re annoyed or upset with me, even over something small or stupid, because I hate the idea that I’ve made you feel even remotely how my dad made me feel. And ever since I can remember, I’ve just been so fucking scared, Yev, that I’m going to become my father,’ Mickey said quietly.

His son pulled back and looked at him. ‘Dad, no. You’re the best Dad. Ok? It doesn’t matter that you’re not rich, that you never finished school, that you’re not some cookie-cutter doctor or lawyer father with a wife and white picket fence. You’re the best Dad because you’re always here for me, no matter what. I can tell you anything. You help me with schoolwork, you come to my parent teacher conferences. Even though you and Mom aren’t together, you make sure that this is never a broken home. But most of all, Dad, you have never hurt me, and I never question the fact that you love me. And I - I love you too.’

'Shit,’ Mickey muttered, wiping away his tears. 'Come here,’ he said, hugging him tightly. Yev was almost taller than he was. 'I’m sorry I never told you. I was worried it would fuck you up. And then as you got older I was worried you wouldn’t respect me or you’d hate me.’

'I understand why you couldn’t tell me. It’s ok. It’s not about me. This is who you are.’

They all stood in silence for a minute or so. Then Mandy offered to reheat the food, and they all ate together, laughing and joking like usual.

Afterwards, as Mickey was clearing the table, Yev suddenly spoke. ‘Where is your Dad?’

Mickey paused, and looked at Mandy. After a moment, he spoke. ‘He’s in prison. He got twenty years.’

Yev frowned. ‘So he’s getting out in four years? If it happened when I was a baby?’

'He got five more years because of bad behaviour, a few years back. But then that got reduced to two and a half. So he gets out in about six years. Provided it doesn’t change again,’ Mandy explained.

'Are you scared?’

'Yes.’ Micky’s single word hung densely in the air.

'Will they give him a restraining order or something?’

'Probably. But knowing him, that won’t work.’ There was a pause. Mickey saw the angry, determined look on his son’s face. 'Hey, do not go looking for him. Under any circumstances. Ok?’

'I won’t,’ Yev agreed. But that was one promise he probably wouldn’t keep.

-

A little over a week later, Yev rolled out of bed. Saturday morning was when he went running, and he immediately pulled on some clothes. He’d shower when he got back, but he needed to pee. He walked down the hall towards the bathroom, but saw it was locked. He could hear his Dad peeing, so he leaned against the wall and waited. After a moment, he heard the toilet flush and then the door opened. His mouth dropped open. He was face to face with his ROTC instructor. His shirtless ROTC instructor.

'Morning, Milkovich,’ Ian said simply, grinning at him cheerfully.

Yev just watched him walk back towards his Dad’s room, still in disbelief. His instructor was gay? And he was dating his Dad? His head was spinning.

But then he smiled. He realised that his Dad wasn’t hiding this stuff from him anymore. And that was fucking great.

// the end. Hope this was ok. It ended up being longer and deeper than I originally intended. (plus you’ll notice I planted the seeds for a potential follow up…let me know if you want me to write that! Otherwise PLEASE keep prompting me!! //

anonymous asked:

Hi idk if this is kinda nsfwish... But can you do a gif reaction for Vixx? They're laying down in shorts and you go and kiss/bite their thigh and run away? (Sorry if this is too much!! 😪😂)

Oh dear… *covers mouth with hand and blushes*

I mean FUCK YES. I don’t know if I should hug the shit out of you or punch the wall. The best request of the day, thank you so much, I might cry. *is excited af*


N: “Don’t even try runing away… I’ll get you and get my revenge…”


Leo: *sighs and bites his lip* 

“Baby… don’t you ever tease me like this again.”  But hey..looks like he enjoys it ;)))


Ken: *confused and adorable at first* 

 “B-but..what was that? You’re hungry or what? Am I food?”

Ravi: “That was nice babe, but how bout we turn places and I’ll kiss your beautiful legs?” *up to some fun ummm…*


Hongbin: You kissed and nibbled on his thigh then ran away with laughter.

“What..? Hey! Stop laughing! I’ll get you and…and…” *laughs out of embarrassment and chases after you* (No one knows what happened later…)


Hyuk: He was sleeping and you kissed his thigh.

*half awake* “Goodmorning honey, nice trick to wake me up.” *leans to kiss you* 

                                         KPOP REACTIONS ❤

PDA headcanons ((sort of))

Natsu Dragneel

  • Natsu is always touching Lucy, whether it’s holding her hand or slinging his arm around her waist or shoulders. He also has a habit of rubbing his thumb over her knuckles if they’re holding hands.
  • He doesn’t like to kiss her that much in public, but he will occasionally give her a small peck on the cheek or lips if he thinks no one is looking. Natsu always teases Lucy if she ever blushes after they show a bit of PDA.
  • Natsu loves to come up behind Lucy and lean his head on her shoulder while wrapping his arms around her in a hug.
  • He gets jealous very easily and gets really mad when other guys try to flirt with Lucy. To keep them away he will usually just jump and attack rather than calmly lead Lucy away.

Gray Fullbuster

  • Gray usually has an arm thrown over Juvia’s shoulders or an arm slung around her waist.
  • He doesn’t like to show a lot of PDA, but he will give Juvia little kisses on the lips or cheek. Gray has the habit of pecking the corner of Juvia’s lips before giving her a real kiss.
  • When the two of them are alone, Gray loves coming up behind Juvia and kissing her neck while hugging her waist.
  • He gets jealous very easily and hates when Juvia is around other guys, especially Lyon.

Jellal Fernandes

  • Jellal usually has his hand placed on the small of Erza’s back or has an arm wrapped around her waist.
  • He shows a bit more PDA than the others, giving Erza kisses on the lips or on her forehead.
  • Jellal doesn’t get jealous very easily, but when he does, he slowly takes Erza’s hand and leads her elsewhere.
  • Jellal loves to cuddle with Erza when they’re in private and loves playing with her hair.

Gajeel Redfox

  • Gajeel usually has an arm around Levy’s shoulder or waist. Or he rests his arm on top of Levy’s head
  • He very rarely shows PDA except for the occasional peck on the lips.
  • He doesn’t get jealous too easily, but when he does, he’ll attack the guy flirting with Levy.
  • Gajeel is big on cuddling and often pulls Levy into his lap while kissing the top of her head.

Laxus Dreyar

  • Laxus usually has an arm slung around Mira’s waist or shoulders. He has a habit of squeezing and rubbing Mira’s shoulders before pulling her in so he can kiss the top of her head.
  • He doesn’t mind showing a bit of PDA at all and often kisses Mira on the lips, cheek, and forehead.
  • He gets jealous very easily and will not hesitate to kick anyone’s ass if they try to flirt or even touch Mira.
  • Though he doesn’t seem like it in public, Laxus is a huge cuddler and loves snuggling with Mira when they’re alone.

The rest will be reader inserts as these characters are sort of random so here we go…

Lyon Vastia

  • Lyon doesn’t touch you all that much in public though he will occasionally hold your hand of place his hand on the small of your back. When you hold hands, he has a habit of gently squeezing your hand in his.
  • He doesn’t show much PDA either as he acts very formal and polite in public. If anything, he’ll give you a small kiss on the cheek.
  • The only time he’ll ever show a bit more PDA is when he gets jealous, which doesn’t happen too often.
  • He cuddles with you a lot more in private and loves playing with your hair while whispering sweet nothings to you.

Loke

  • He's always touching you ((I mean c'mon, it’s Loke)). This varies from hand holding to hugging to his arm wrapped around your shoulder or waist to his hand on your knee or thigh. He has a habit of rubbing small circles on your knee.
  • Loke shows a lot of PDA too. Most of the time it’s lip to lip, but sometimes he kisses your neck, cheek, or nose. He loves gently biting your lip while kissing.
  • He gets jealous, but not that often. When he does, he just flaunts off more PDA than usual.
  • He loves cuddling and his favorite is spooning you while gently pressing kisses to your neck.

Hibiki Lates

  • Hibiki always has his hand on you too though he’s usually just hugging you or pulling you close to him by your waist.
  • He shows a lot of PDA, such as kissing you on the lips, neck, cheek, and nose. Hibiki also likes to gently nibble or suck on your earlobe.
  • Hibiki never really gets jealous, but when he does, he can go from joking to extremely serious in two seconds flat.
  • He loves to cuddle as well and he loves when you sit in his lap and lean your head into his chest.

Sting Eucliffe

  • Sting usually has his arm around your waist or shoulders.
  • He shows quite a bit of PDA. He loves kissing you on the nose, cheek, lips, and forehead.
  • Sting gets jealous really easily and holds you very close while glaring at the guy who’s flirting with you.
  • He loves to cuddle and cuddles with you everywhere, whether you two are alone or in public. Sting usually just sits you in his lap while wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning his head on your shoulder.

Rogue Cheney

  • Rogue doesn’t touch you excessively in public. He usually just holds your hand or places his hand on the small of your back.
  • He doesn’t show much PDA either. He will give you the occasional peck on the cheek or forehead, but never on the lips.
  • Rogue doesn’t get jealous easily, but when he does, he’ll glare at the guy flirting with you before leading you away.
  • He absolutely loves cuddling though he prefers this to be in a private setting. Rogue also loves coming up behind you and hugging you while pressing soft kisses to your shoulder.
King and Queen of Dorks

Pairing: Eren/Levi
Rating: Teen
Word count: ~800

Because I couldn’t get magickitt‘s picture out of my mind… Also, congrats on the 600+ followers sweetie! ♡(.◜ω◝.)♡


“Ugh.”

Farlan raised an eyebrow at his red-headed companion’s grunt. “What’s wrong, Izzy?”

The girl shook her head and gestured her hand towards a tree. “Take a look, Far.”

Farlan raised an eyebrow and peeked over to where Isabel was pointing at. “Oh wow. That’s so gross.”

“I know, right? They’re so disgustingly adorable, it sickens me,” she said with a smile.

“Yup. Totally ew-worthy,” Farlan snickered.

The duo hid themselves behind the tree to see Levi and Eren sitting next to each other on a flower patch in a hidden area of the park. They were seemingly oblivious to Levi’s childhood friends watching them as they snuggled up against each other.

They weren’t having a conversation of any sort, but they were comfortable around with each other that no words were needed as they enjoyed the other’s company.

Eren was leaning against Levi as the raven man ran his pale fingers through the brunet’s hair. The pastel boy let out a sigh of content as he pressed himself more into Levi.

It was a rare day off for the two of them and they decided to visit the local park after lunch to walk around and hold hands (Levi was such a romantic, even if he vehemently denies it).

They almost passed by the flower patch, but Eren insisted that they take a break and rest near the flowers. And being weak to Eren’s green and gold eyes, Levi couldn’t say no to his precious boyfriend.

The raven man continued to thread his fingers through the brunet’s hair, noting that it was getting a bit long. Getting an idea, he shifted his weight so he could balance himself properly while not falling over as his other hand reached for Eren’s hair.

“Lee, what’re you doing?” Eren absentmindedly asked, not at all bothered by Levi’s attention on his hair as he plucked some of the flowers from the patch and arranged them in a circle.

“Braiding you hair, what else? It’s kinda getting long.”

“You dork; you don’t even have elastics to tie them up.” Even though Levi couldn’t actually see it, he could hear the smile in Eren’s voice. “And is it? Maybe I should get it cut,” he said as he tied the flower stems together.

Giving up on the very loose braids, Levi shimmied so he could hug Eren from behind and rested his head on the brunet’s shoulder. “Whatever you like, love. Maybe you can dye your hair? I saw you looking at those hair inspiration posts the other day.”

Being so close, Levi could feel Eren’s movement as his angel turned to face Levi with a big smile on his face. “That’s a great idea! There are so many different colours and ideas I want to do,” he said, his smile widening even more if that was possible.

Taking the opportunity, Levi tilted his head forward to place a kiss on the tip of Eren’s nose. “And you’ll look great in anything. It’s you after all.”

Eren giggled as he returned the kiss with one on Levi’s brow. “Dork.”

“Punk,” Levi corrected and placed a chaste kiss on the corner of Eren’s lips.

Eren dropped the flowers he was preoccupied with as he maneuvered himself onto Levi’s lap. He reached behind Levi’s head and pulled him closer to kiss him fully on the lips.

Levi smirked as he felt little nips on his lips asking for entry. Placing his hands on Eren’s sides, he slowly reached down to the hem of the orange knit top. He rubbed little circles on the barely-covered thighs before allowing the whimpering brunet access.

Every time he was with Eren, he wished time would slow down so he could savor the moments he had with the brunet. Especially as he watched Eren’s eyelids slowly open to reveal those gems once their passionate kiss was over. The little pout that formed on Eren’s lips made Levi reach down and gently tugged them with his teeth, loving the little whine that escaped from the brunet.

Cupping Eren’s face, he gave him another chaste kiss. “So, love,” even though they had been together for many months, Eren’s heart still skips a beat every time Levi calls him that, “What were you doing there?”

Eren snapped out of his daze when he registered the question. The brunet smiled as he turned a little from his spot on Levi’s lap to grab the circle of flowers and placed it on Levi’s head. “There! A flower crown for the King of Dorks.”

Levi blinked a few times before smirking. “Well, if I’m going to be King of Dorks,” he said as he plucked a flower from the patch and tucking it behind Eren’s ear, “I’m going to need a Queen of Dorks, don’t I?” he asked with a smirk.

Eren giggled as he placed his hands on Levi’s face and reached up to nuzzle his nose with Levi’s. “I guess so.”

The sound of Levi’s chuckle was loud enough for his peeping friends to hear. Smiling, the two backed away from their hiding spot and walked away.

Isabel giggled as she looked up to the sky. “They’re so obnoxiously in love.”

Farlan chuckled as he reached for her hand and squeezed it. “Yeah, they are.”

Solangelo: So Hot, Too Hot, Please!

Nico wanted to kill Jason. Literally! He had been so close, so fucking close, to asking if he and Will were dating. But Jason, being Jason, hesitated for maybe a second only for Kayla to ask!

Why did Jason have to be so considerate and polite? Why couldn’t he have just blurted it out like Kalya-No-Fucking-Filter Knowles did?

Will and Nico were in the middle of a picnic when Jason, who had been talking to Frank (Hazel, Reyna and he decided to visit) walked up to the two for a small chat or whatever. The son of Apollo had had an arm wrapped around the Italian’s waist as Nico leaned onto him. Will insisted on feeding him grapes because he is a big romantic sap, even if he denies it, he is one. The son of Hades thought that what they were doing was insanely couple-y so when Jason looked at them with a raised brow and a question at the tip of his tongue, Nico thought he had the bet in the bag and that would be the end of it.

But nOoooooOoooo!

Kayla and Austin, being the nosy little shit they were, popped out of nowhere and Kalya just looked at them and asked, “So are you two dating or what?”

Nico had wanted to slap the smug grin that was making its way onto Will’s face. He also wanted to go die in a hole at this very moment and never be reminded of it ever again. But alas, that was not how his life went, no his life had to make sure to make him embarrassed whenever it could.

Will, the little asshole who now wore a satisfied smirk simply replied, “Yup,” before he turned to Nico, his eyes darkened with a hint of lust as he purred out, “I won, di Angelo.”

Jason looked a bit hurt but altogether satisfied, while Kalya and Austin just looked smug, and well Frank just stood awkwardly to the side waiting for Jason.

But a stupid Conner Stolls, overheard and went around shouting it for everyone to hear, to Nico’s horror. And the worst part was people we handing others money, some snacks, or even drachmas! But Nico felt a small smirk tugging at his lips when a furious Hazel and Reyna came stalking up the hill. Nico turned to see Will pale slightly and felt even more amused. “I’ll let you handle this, Winner.” He mumbled as he shadow traveled to his cabin, sure he was now nauseous and the world felt like it was spinning but it was worth it.

____________________

After Will had explained everything and people had time to cool off, Nico’s punishment was put into effect.

So there he stood in a room in the infirmary, having changed into the tight and kinda small, pink nurse dress, complete with the hat thingy and small white, inch heels. He looked ridiculous as he observed himself into the mirror, he was even wearing pink lacy underwear for Gods sake!

He made a face at the mirror and let out a groan when an all too familiar voice called out, “Get out here babe! A deals, a deal!”

He grumbled a few italian cursed before he stepped out.

Of course there was people there, there was always people there, but instead of laughing like Nico thought they would, some gasped while everyone blushed. And Nico is not talking about a small cheek blush, no this seemed to be a full body blush of everyone in the immediate facility. Will caught some of the guys in there crossing their legs to hide their boners.

Well this was just unfair.

How did the son of Hades look that good in that outfit? It was just so very unfair.

The dress hugged his curves deliciously, it made every muscle very apparent whenever he so much as breathed, and the way it curved around his ass, oh Hera, Will thought he was in Elysium.

It didn’t help that Nico was trying to tugged the dress down a bit or that he was blushing and looking so damn adorable and sexy at the same time it should have been illegal! Like federal illegal, no like otherworldly illegal!!

Will felt the familiar heat snake down to his groin, his neck flushed, and the watered mouth. He gulped causing his Adams apple to bob up and down.

It was too much. Nico was too much. And Will had no shame in admitting that he did indeed faint at the sight of his angry boyfriend in a nurses outfit.

Boy would they have fun later on tonight.

He vaguely remembered Nico saying he wanted to play doctor as he lost consiousness ~ well what’s a doctor without their nurse?

Request: Can you write an imagine where Castiel gets really protective over the reader when someone flirts with her? Like even though he doesnt fully understand his feelings for her, he understands that they're dating and that he feels protective/jealous

“Castiel!” You shouted, looking up at the ceiling. “Come on! It’s your girlfriend speaking!”

“Hello.” Cas greeted you, and you spun around and wrapped you arms around him.

Surprisingly, Castiel wrapped his arms around your waist, completing the hug. It was the first time he’d gotten it right. “Cas! You did the hug!” You exclaimed, toughening the hug and kissing him.

“Thank you.” He said, making you laugh.

“Let’s go out. There’s a new bar down the street.” You said.

Castiel gripped your hand, and soon you were outside the bar. Hand in hand, you walked in.

The place was crowded. You knew you wouldn’t be able to get a table, so you headed straight for the bar area. After awkwardly standing around for a few minutes, two chairs opened up, and you quickly sat down.

You kept waving at the bartender, but he was so busy he didn’t see you. “Why do people come here?” Cas asked, looking around the bar.

“Because it’s fun.” You explained.

Cas tilted his head. “It is?”

“People like being around other people. Add alcohol and it’s just a party.”

Castiel nodded like he understood. After a few more minutes the bartender finally made his way to you.

“Sorry about the wait. I don’t usually keep beautiful women waiting.” You smiled nicely at his compliment, and scooted closer to Cas, not wanting to give the bartender the wrong idea.

“What’s on tap?” You asked.

The man went through a long list of beers, and you ordered two of the beer with the funniest name. The man returned a few minutes later with your drinks.

You expected him to run to another set of customers, but he leaned on the bar and asked you, “So, where you from?”

“Kansas.” You answered.

“You’re kinda far from home.” He stated.

“We’re here for a wedding.” You lied. You took a sip of your beer, and looked to Cas, wanting to see his reaction. But instead of sipping his beer, he was staring daggers at the bartender.

“What’s that?” The bartender asked, pointing low.

“What?” You asked, absolutely confused.

“This.” He said, lightly picking up your hand and flipping it, revealing your anti possession tattoo.

Just as you were about to answer, Cas jumped off his chair. “Don’t touch her.” He ordered.

“Woah, buddy. I was just being friendly.” The bartender said.

“Can we leave?” Castiel asked, glancing at the bartender.

“Of course.” You said. You threw a ten dollar bill on the bar, grabbed Cas’ hand, and walked out the door.

You were home in the blink of an eye. “What was that?” You asked.

“I don’t know. When he touched you… I just wanted to smite him. I’m sorry.” Castiel said, looking confused.

You smiled. “Cas, it’s called jealousy.”

“Why would I be jealous? We’re dating. Not you and him.” He asked, tilting his head.

“I know, but it doesn’t matter. It’s just this feeling in your stomach.” You explained.

“I don’t like it.” Cas said.

“Nobody does.” You replied, walking towards him. When you were close enough, you wrapped your arms around his neck. “But I like that you were jealous. It shows me how much you love me.”

“Of course I love you. Should I show it more?” Cas asked.

“Show me now.” You requested.

Cas didn’t move for a moment, then he slowly brought his face to yours, pressing your lips together. “I love you.” He said, pressing his lips to yours once again.

(I hope you like it! I wrote this on my phone, so sorry for any mistakes)

inuwritercor-976  asked:

Hi! Just puttin this in ask form! And a little extra since I'm curious ^^; What r the eight little troublemakers like when they're older? Also curious, where do u think their strengths and weaknesses are?

I’ll go in order depending on their ages (who was built first, second, third…), mostly based around @ramblingcoyote‘s DEADLY EIGHT idea for the Mafia/Gangster!AU

THIS IS LONG AF

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anonymous asked:

Sole makes a big mistake that nearly costs an innocent person their life. They're so beside themselves with anger at that they go berserk and start breaking things, hurting themselves in the process. What do the romanced companions (plus Nick, Deacon, and Maxson please!!!) do??

Ohh we have a Maxson lover among us. I hope I do good.

Cait - She isn’t a stranger to uncontrollable anger herself but she wouldn’t get angry over ALMOST killing a civilian, it was normally Sole that gets angry at her for not caring. She found it foolish to get angry over something like a stranger almost dying. Sole didn’t agree with this and would often give her the silent treatment on occasion when she came close to killing someone innocent. This was the first time that Sole had done something to almost kill someone, they had made a massive mistake and they couldn’t deal with the thought of someone dying unnecessarily. They began to storm around the settlement breaking things as they go. At first she just let them do it thinking that letting Sole get their anger out would help but when she heard a massive crash she knew something serious had happened. She ran to Sole’s side to find them sitting in the corner with their face buried in their knees, crying with frustration, bleeding from a small wound. There was glass surrounding them, making it obvious that Sole had smashed a glass, injuring themselves in the process. She brushed the glass away from sole and sat down beside them. A small murmur came from Sole ‘’ Go away, you don’t care about this type of stuff’’’. These words coming from Sole struck her like a knife. She wrapped her arms around Sole and pulled them close into her chest as they sobbed. ‘’ I care about you and anything that hurts you, I love you’’. These words seemed to calm Sole as their sobbing seemed to slow and become more calm. They sat there with her arms around Sole in the quiet just being close to one another.

Curie - She hated seeing Sole feeling any type of negative emotion and today was particularly bad. They had made a mistake which nearly cost an innocent person their life which distressed both Sole and her. She herself was just sad over the thought of an innocent person nearly losing their life but Sole was upset and angry. They were going around the settlement breaking things which made her anxious. Every smash and crack noise made her jump and agitated her just that little bit more. She was following Sole around as they went on there rampage, repeatedly asking them to stop, that breaking things wont do anything good. Sole finally stopped when the smashed something and injured themselves whilst doing it. Curie immediately came to their aid and as she was cleaning their wound it was clear Sole was thinking about their actions. They looked her in the eyes and said ‘’I’m so sorry, Curie. I love you’’. She replies ‘’ Je t'aime aussi .’’ They hug until they both feel better about the whole situation.

Paladin Danse - As a solider he is trained to keep emotions like anger to himself and he almost expected the same from Sole so when they go berserk over almost killing a civilian he was shocked. As a solider he was taught to be able to handle situations like civilian death but he’s thankfully never had to use that area of his training. He wasn’t sure how to deal with Sole as they marched around breaking things. When they went a bit too far when they broke something and injured themselves in the process he ran over to their side and asked if they were O.K again and again. Sole just buried themselves into his chest whilst sobbing quietly. After they were sat down on the ground and Sole was safely in his arms he said ‘’ I love you, Solider’’. He felt their smile against his chest.

Deacon - He has become so used to hiding his own emotions that when it comes to dealing with other peoples he often stumbles. When Sole made a mistake that nearly cost a innocent person their life they broke down. He tried to make jokes to cheer them up and after a couple it was obvious that it wasn’t working but in fact was making them more angry. They started to break things in the room until the injured themselves on one of the objects as it shattered.  They dropped to the floor in pure frustration and began apologizing in between sobs and deep wheezing breaths. He walked over to them and took their hands in his. ‘’ Hey, it’s alright. No one was hurt…. well I guess you were kinda hurt but expect from you no one was hurt. ‘’ They looked up at him with tears in their eyes and smiled. ‘’ I love you, Deacon’’. He smiled back at them and took them in his arms. ‘’ I know and you know that I love you too’’.

John Hancock - When Sole started breaking things after almost killing someone accidentally he panicked. He knew that this would led to them getting hurt as he’s been in this situation once or twice before. He tried to get them to stop and kept telling them that no one died, everything was alright. They wouldn’t listen and just kept breaking things until eventually they broke something that wounded them as it smashed against floor. He ran over to them nursing their wounds whilst offering them sweet words of comfort. As he was nursing them, Sole leaned into him and gave him a kiss. They had been romantically involved for a while now but every time they kissed him he was still shocked that someone as beautiful as them would want a ghoul like him. They sat in each others presence just happy to be with each other. 

MacCready - He hated to seeing Sole in pain, physical or emotional so when they make a mistake that almost cost an innocent person their life they ended up experiencing both when they walked around breaking things around them and injured themselves on one of the things they broke. He ran over to them and gave them all the hugs. He tried his hardest to clean their wounds all though he wasn’t the best at anything medical. Sole was still sobbing but the hugs seemed to be helping them feel better. Once they had stopped crying they whispered ‘’ I love you RJ ‘’ ‘’ I love you more’’ He whispers back to them.

Nick Valentine - As a reasonably sensible synth he knew that when Sole starts breaking things around the room that they would get hurt eventually. He knew that Sole’s mistake was tearing them apart inside and it hurt him to watch them do that to themselves. He wrapped his arm around them and whispered words of soothing to them. They calm down soon enough and Sole says to him ‘’ What did I do to deserve you, Nick?’’ ‘’ I could ask you the same thing, Kid’’   He simply replies.

Piper Wright - When Sole felt pain, she felt pain with them. She felt their pain over their mistake they made and it was hurting her just as much as them. When Sole broke something and got hurt whilst doing it, she broke down in tears along with Sole. She ran over to them and took them in her arms and they sat there for a while just sobbing into each other. The became happy by just being next to each other. 

Preston Garvey - When Sole hurt themselves on something whilst breaking it in a frustration fueled rampage he panicked. He hated to see his General and Lover tearing themselves up like this. He soothed them until they felt better and they exchanged loving words with each other. 

X6-88 -  He didn’t like seeing them like this and knew that it would lead to them hurting themselves. Once they did end up getting hurt he walked over to them and wrapped their wounds. ‘’ Ma’am/Sir, Please stop this, I don’t want you to get hurt anymore.’’ He’s not really into hugs but when Sole hugs him he doesn’t back off he just lets it happen and even hugs back hoping that it will make them feel better. 

Maxson - He wanted all of his soldiers to be strong and to be able to handle stressful situations and if any other Soldier in the Brotherhood and broke down and started breaking things he would punish them but this was someone he cared about. He didn’t want to punish them for not being able to handle almost killing a civilian. He felt sorry for them and wanted to make them feel better. He didn’t appreciate them breaking things but he knew they had to let some anger out. Once they hurt themselves on something and collapsed to the ground in frustration he helped them back up and took them in his arms. He hugged them tight before taking of his coat and putting it around them. He walked them to the nearest medic and as they sat down on the medics bench, he gave them a kiss before telling the doctor to take extra special care of them.

This is an extra one because I’m feeling extra generous.