because they didn't need to worry about not getting picked up

master-sass-blast  asked:

Right. So. Might be mildly addicted to your 'Gods and Monsters' series. Definitely need an intervention, but I'll prolly ignore that anyway, so... anyway, can you do something with Zeus and Hera? I've always thought it was massively whack that the goddess of fidelity was with --according to Greek mythos--one of the biggest adulterers on Olympus. Definitely smelling a bit of an abusive relationship there, if you catch my drift... okay byeeeee

Hera, the young goddess of marriage and family, is only unfaithful to her husband once.

She seduces Zeus first, right as the war ends and they’re all pain and ash and thrumming with the excitement of victory. She smiles just so and touches his bloody chest, her hand pale against the dark copper of his skin and, and when he looks at her his eyes spark with the lightning he so easily commands. She is named his wife that very night, her body littered with bruises from his rough, eager hands, and she tells herself the bile at the back of her throat tastes like victory.

She is queen of the gods. This is what she wants.

They’ve all claimed their domains and gone their separate ways, Demeter to the earth, Hades to the underworld, and Hestia to Olympus where they plan to build their palace. But Poseidon still lingers. “Don’t you have an ocean to conquer?” she asks.

He looks at her, then behind her to where Zeus is busy sketching plans for Olympus. “You don’t have to do this,” he says softly, “you – you can come with me if you want. Or I’m sure Hades would take you.”

Hera has no time for Poseidon and his soft heart. “I will only belong to the best,” she says, tossing her head so her crown of curls fall over her shoulder. “You should go. You have work to do.”

“There are more important things than power,” he says uncomfortably, shifting from foot to foot.

“No,” she says, “there aren’t.”

~

Hera would not mind Zeus’s women so much if they were not constantly giving him children, something she has been unable to do.

She is an obedient wife. She does not turn her powers against him, and she’s tolerant of his mortals at first, but the longer she is empty of child the less patience she has. How can she be the goddess of family without one of her own?

Her spite gets in her way, and she hurls every kind of obstacle and curse she can at the woman her husband lies with. At first he is angry with her, and bruises litter her throat and wrists. Then, as her wrath and powers grow, he is afraid of her. He watches her warily, sneaking to the mortal realm when before he wouldn’t even try to hide it. He submits when she pins him to the bed and rides him hard, desperate for a child of his, desperate to fulfill the perfect image of wife and mother she’s built for herself.

No matter her magic, no matter how many times they lie together, Hera does not get with child.

She goes to Hestia, and her sister presses a hand to her stomach and purses her lips and says, “Must it be his child?”

Hera stares. She’s the goddess of marriage and family. She is not capable of infidelity. “I – I can’t.”

“Just once,” Hestia says, “the problem is not with you, nor with him, clearly. Only the combination of you both. Lie with any other man, and you will have your child.”

So Hera, just once, puts on a disguise and goes to the mortal realm. She finds a man with skin darker than Zeus’s, a rich warm brown that matches his soft eyes. She lies with him, and it hurts. He is kind and patient and kisses the edge of her jaw, her shoulders, her navel. But to be unfaithful grates against her very nature as a goddess, and every moment is agony. He finishes, his mouth whispering kind things against her own, and she leaves as soon as she can.

It works. She becomes round with child, and is happier than she’s been in a long time. She does not mind Zeus’s mortals, and he even becomes kinder while the baby grows inside of her. His hands become softer, and he spends less time away from Olympus.

The baby is born, and Zeus is furious.

The child is too dark to be his, and he tears it from Hera’s hands while she lies exhausted from the birth. “What do you care?” she cries, struggling to stand, “You have dozens of children. What does it matter if I have one?”

He holds the baby in one hand and grabs her jaw with the other, pulling her to her knees. “You are my wife,” he hisses, “the goddess of marriage and family. You will have my child, or no child at all.”

He throws the baby from Mount Olympus. Hera screams, pushing herself away from him and attempting to jump after it. Zeus catches her around the waist, and with a crackle of power and roar of rage, he sends a lightning bolt after the baby.

The child may have survived the fall, but not the lightning.

“NO!” Hera screeches, clawing at his arm as she struggles to escape his grasp. Normally she’s not this helpless against him, but delivering her baby has left her weaker than she’s ever been before.

He presses the flat of his hand against her swollen womb, adding pressure until she cries out in pain and tries to squirm away from him. “My child,” he repeats, voice low and terrible, “or no child at all.”

He lets her go, and she collapses, grasping out a hand over the edge of Olympus. But the blood between her thighs is still wet, and she can’t find the energy to stand. She wonders if she’ll have to crawl down the mountain to retrieve her baby’s corpse.

“Sister!” Soft hands grab her shoulder and gently roll her onto her back. Hestia’s face fills her vision, and Hera has never seen the older goddess of hearth and fire look so cold. “I’ll kill him,” she says, hands hovering over Hera like she’s not sure where to begin. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t think this would happen, I didn’t think he would – I didn’t think.”

Hera curls on her side until she can place her head in her sister’s lap. She’s not sobbing anymore, she’s never been one to fall into hysterics, but she can’t stop crying, a steady stream of tears dripping silently down her face. Hestia runs trembling hands through her hair. “Don’t,” she whispers, “I did this, this is my fault. I – I should have known better.”

Hestia’s hand cup her face, leaning over so she can look her in the eye. “This is not your fault.”

Her sister stands and picks her up in her arms. Hera tries to tell her to put her down, that Zeus will be angry if she leaves, that she did this to herself. But she falls unconscious before she can get any of it out.

~

Hera awakens someplace soft and warm. She opens her eyes, and she’s inside Hades’s palace. Her confusion lasts only until her memories come rushing back, and then she has to bite her lip until it bleeds to stop herself from crying out.

“Hestia brought you here. She’s returned to Olympus to cover for you both. Do not worry – Zeus doesn’t know where you are.” She turns her head, and sees the goddess of magic at her side. Hecate smiles, “I have mended you, do not worry. All is well.”

All is not well. That statement is so far from true, and her instant urge is to crush Hecate to dust for the audacity. Before she can make up her mind one way or the other, there’s a soft knock on the door. It opens to reveal her elder brother. “I have something that belongs to you,” he says, and Here focuses on the bundle in the crook of his elbow.

Her baby’s corpse. She’s relieved someone thought to get it. Her heart feels like lead, and all the control she’d had over her emotions is gone instantly. She hopes they’ll leave her alone to hold the body of her child and weep.

Hades gingerly sits on the edge of the bed, and Hecate rises to help Hera prop herself up so she’s at least sitting. “He’s a strong little thing,” Hades says, and Hera doesn’t understand.

Then a warm, wriggling baby is placed in her arms. He’s got great big eyes and his mouth splits into a toothless grin when he sees her. “He’s alive,” she says numbly.

“Not without sacrifice,” Hecate says softly, and reaches over to undo the blanket he’s swaddled in.

Her son has no legs below his knees.

“Zeus’s lightning bolt didn’t kill him, but we cannot return what was lost,” Hades says, pained. “When he’s older, maybe we can do something, give him something in place of legs. But for now, there’s nothing I can do.”

The king of the underworld is the most powerful god after her husband. Hera knows that, even if Zeus doesn’t. If Hades can’t do anything about her son’s legs, then no can. But he’s alive, Zeus didn’t manage to kill him, and Hera finds herself so grateful that she’s holding a smiling, living child that she can’t be anything but relieved. Her son is alive, and happy. He doesn’t need legs.

“I can’t bring him back to Olympus,” she looks up at them, “Can you find someone to raise him? Someone you trust?”

She doesn’t trust anyone, so it can’t be her choosing.

“You’re going back to him?” Hecate demands, “Hestia said – but I thought for sure – you don’t have to! Don’t go back to him!”

“I must,” she holds her son to her chest, and he reaches out with chubby hands to tug at her hair. “I am the goddess of marriage, and he is my husband.”

Hecate stares, aghast. “Don’t – don’t, Hera. Please. Stay here. Hades will protect you.”

She looks up at her brother, and he raises an eyebrow. He would protect her, he would put himself in between her and Zeus’s wrath if she asked him to. But she won’t, and she thinks he knows it. She says, “I am Hera of the Heights, of Argos, of the Mound. I am the cow eyed, white armed goddess of marriage and of family. I am Hera, queen of the gods.” She looks down at her son, and her heart clenches, because for now a title that cannot be afforded to her is that of mother. “I will not abandon my dominion, nor my husband. I will return to Mount Olympus.”

“But you don’t love him,” Hecate says helplessly.

Hera stares, baffled that anyone could think her marriage had anything to do with love. “Of course not. But this isn’t about love. It’s about power.”

The goddess of magic swallows, then says, “I will raise him.”

Even Hades is surprised by that. “Hecate?”

“I will raise him,” she repeats, “He will stay with me, safe in the underworld where Zeus cannot find him, until he’s old enough and strong enough to protect himself.”

“Thank you,” Hera says, and lowers her head enough to kiss the top of her son’s head. “Tell him that I’m the one that threw him from Olympus.” When she looks up, Hades is resigned while Hecate looks on in horror. “Tell him, tell everyone. I gave birth to a hideous son, and I threw him from Olympus. His legs were crushed in the fall. I did this. Zeus tried to stop me, but could not.”

“Why?” Hecate asks.

Hera smiles down at her son, her heart full with a helpless sort of love. “So that when he ventures from the safety of the underworld, Zeus will have no reason to hurt him. So that when he comes to Olympus, Zeus will be unable to hurt him without explaining he was the one that tried to kill him in the first place.” She runs the back of her finger down his cheek, and he grabs it, his little fist holding onto her. “Blame me, and he will be safe.”

Hecate looks like she wants to argue. Hades puts a hand on her shoulder and asks Hera, “What’s his name?”

Her son smiles, and tugs at her hand, the beginnings of a giggle gurgling in his throat.

“His name is Hephaestus.”

~

When she returns, she no longer has any patience for Zeus’s mortals. When before she had only inconvenienced them, now she’s not playing any games. Those that do not die end up wishing they had, and she’s especially vindictive to any mortal carrying her husband’s child.

She sits on her throne, waiting, a smirk curled around the corner of her lips.

Zeus barges in and charges towards her. He’s so angry smoke is rising off his skin. “You,” he hisses, “this is your doing.”

“Whatever do you mean?” she asks, unflinching when he slams his hands on either side of her head, crushing the back of her throne with the force of it.

“She and the children are dead,” he snarls, “my children are dead! I know this is your doing, it reeks of your handiwork.”

Hera slides forward to the edge of her throne, their faces nearly touching, and spreads her legs. He flexes his hands, because even at his most furious he still wants her. She is his wife and his queen. She banishes her clothing so she’s spread out before him, hair piled high and jewelry glinting around her neck. “What are you going to do about it?”

He kisses her hard enough to bruise, and Hera crosses her legs around his back, urging him closer. “Why are you doing this?” he hisses, mouthing at her neck, because he hates her even as he loves her, hates her because he loves her, and loves her because he hates her.

She waits until he’s inside her to lick the shell of his ear and whisper, “My child, or no child at all, husband.”

When he breaks her skin with his teeth, she only laughs.

They do this to each other. Maybe they are meant to be together.


gods and monsters series part xv

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anonymous asked:

What would Yuri do if Beka had to go away for a week for another job in Mafia AU? 👀

This actually does happen, especially the more respected that Beka becomes within the Bratva, they see him as someone capable and level headed (after all, he deals with Yuri day in and day out), so they call on him from time to time to deal with more… difficult people. Yuri tries to put up a bratty fight that Beka can’t go and do this job because he needs to be here, but Beka just looks at him and says “Yura” in that voice that makes Yuri shut up.

So, Otabek would have to go off on another job for that week – boss’s orders. Yuri thinks he can handle it, as long as he can text Beka the entire time. The first day is okay - Beka replies quickly, tells Yuri he’s pretty in all his selfies he sends and says he misses Yuri. He warns him not to give his temporary guard much trouble (To which Yuri just sends him  😈 in response, which makes Otabek groan in his taxi to the airport, and replies “Hellcat.”)

But each day that passes Otabek is talking less and less to him, and it worries Yuri. At first, he just was annoyed because he wanted attention – when he didn't’ get the automatic replies of “beautiful, yura” when he sent a seflie, and instead got them minutes, if not hours later, he was furious. But then Otabek wouldn’t even tell him what he was doing, or where he was. On the third day he didn’t hear anything from Otabek until finally, lying in his bed, fighting back a panic and calling him repeatedly, Otabek picked up on the twentieth ring. He sounded tired and exhausted, his voice strained, and Yuri was scared. Yuri’s voice softened, his complaints dying in his throat, all his anger gone and he just quietly asked daddy what was wrong. But Otabek said nothing, promised he was fine and told Yuri not to worry - then ordered him to tell him about his day, down to every mundane little detail. Yuri laughed – Otabek was so weird.

The fifth day was a lot like the third, but now Otabek didn’t even read his messages. Now, he had an added worry though of watching Yakov and Grandpa pace and worry about the house, talking in hushed voices behind doors. Yuri would try to listen in but would scamper when he heard footsteps coming down the hall, retreating to his room to play on his phone, checking all of Otabek’s too ignored social media but finding not a single clue. He wasted his entire day in there, under his silky sheets with his cat by his side, lunging at his phone anytime it went off and pouting when it was anyone but Otabek. Georgi tried to bring him tea and was chased out of the room with vase thrown against the wall – which got him a lecture from Yakov about breaking priceless family heirlooms, but he didn’t care, especially when Yakov refused to tell him anyhting about where Otabek was or when he’d be back, if at all. 

On the sixth day, Mila came in and told him she had tracked Otabek’s phone and it was still moving. Yuri reminded her that meant nothing, because someone could just have his phone, hag. That led to a fight between the two of them that Yakov had to break up, Mila reminding Yuri with a sour look she was only trying to help

He didn’t want their pity, though.

On the seventh day, he woke up at 3 am from a text from Otabek that just read: “Coming home.” He said nothing else, and he didn’t answer any of Yuri’s hundred follow up questions, leaving Yuri to pace his room all day, chain smoking with shaky hands until late in the evening when he finally hears the door open and turns to see his Otabek there, bruised eyes and scabbed. Yuri whimpers, and leaps at Otabek in his silky little robe, throwing his arms around him. “You smell like smoke”, Otabek scolds him, and Yuri scoffs, his face buried into Otabek’s chest, breathing in deeply. “And you smell like blood, asshole.”

overnight

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Peter Parker X avenger!Reader

Summary: In which Peter helps you with a little studying and ends up sleeping over and spending the next day with you:)

Word Count: 1.5k

a/n: I haven’t written in a while so sorry if I’m rusty,, and i didn’t proofread sorryyyy!!

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It was a Friday night, and you were studying. Like most kids at this time, you were super stressed for finals week. As you sat in the Avenger’s tower library, you wondered how you would retain so much information in such little time. As you set your head down on your books making a loud sigh, the team walked in.

“Hey, kid. Whatcha up to?”, Tony pondered as he walked around behind the table you were working at.

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Absolutely Smitten

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Prompt: Inspired by Dodie Clark’s song of the same title, which you can listen to here

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,642

A/N: I just really love Dodie’s music and this song is adorable and you should all go check out her YouTube channel/EP’s for some great music.

Also, this gif doesn’t really fit the story at all, but it’s the only good one I could find with Peter in the same outfit as he’s in in this imagine. So yeah.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

You gazed idly out of the airplane window at the dazzling skyline below. There were tall skyscrapers surrounded by calm waters that reflected the blue in the sky. You took a deep breath. This was it. Goodbye long beaches of Los Angeles, California, hello busy streets of Queens, New York. You didn’t like the idea of moving away from the only place you had called home, but you understood that this move was for the better. Your parents’ business had just partnered with the infamous Stark Industries, and moving to Queens just made everything a lot less stressful on your mom and dad. Nevertheless, the journey to NYC was a difficult one for you. Saying goodbye to all your friends was the toughest part. You weren’t necessarily the “popular” kid in school (you were more of the geeky, yet kind of cool one), but you still had some great friends that you hated to leave behind.

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taking care of peter when he's injured would include...

I’D LIKE TO APOLOGIZE OMG I DIDN’T THINK IT WOULD GET THIS LONG OR ANGSTY 

  • ok so obviously there were some strings attached when it came to dating the hero himself of new york 
  • peter limping to your apartment building, not even swinging over there, because he just took a pretty bad beating and can’t move his shoulder along with a ton of other injuries to his lil body :(
  • him hobbling up your fire escape with little strings of curse words stumbling out of his mouth every time he stumbled up a step 
  • he personally thanks god that you live on the second floor
  • him tapping on your window so gentle you barely hear it but it’s a sound you’ve grown to know 
  • you getting super excited to see your boyfriend, a huge smile on your face when you hop off your bed and jog over to the window
  • all of that quickly disappearing when you take in his appearance 
  • quickly panicking and turning into protective mode when you see the lil angel hurt 
  • he’s holding onto the window with one hand and clutching his mask in the other with a pained expression
  • he’s got a nasty cut covering his left cheek, bruises scattering the sides of his face, and you’re positive there’s plenty of injuries underneath the rest of the suit
  • helping him get into your little room, careful not to wake up your parents, not wanting to have the ‘hey my boyfriend is spidey’ talk at this moment 
  • guiding him super gently to your bed and him just collapsing back from exhaustion and the waves of pain coursing through his whole body 
  • you pressing a quick kiss to his lips before telling him you’ll be right back
  • literally running out of your room to go find an emergency first aid kit, also stopping in the kitchen to get some ice, painkillers, etc 
  • running as quiet as you can without dropping two arm-fulls of supplies
  • seeing him on the bed wincing in pain literally makes your heart sink and you’re positive you feel it crack 
  • setting the stuff down on the bed next to him and climbing onto the bed with him, trying not to hit any parts of his body
  • “baby I’m sorry, but we need to get this suit off of you” 
  • him deflating it and allowing you to carefully pull it off, seeing the scattered bruises and gashes littering his abdomen
  • you’re positive you can feel his pain just by seeing your baby like this 
  • starting with the cuts, cleaning them, making your heart break eVEN MORE when he hisses in pain, because you couldn’t stand hurting the boy anymore than he already is 
  • “I’m so sorry babe, just a few more”
  • him nodding quietly and shutting his eyes trying to not think about it
  • you wanting to ask what happened, but not sure when you should ask
  • him somehow reading your mind with those spidey senses
  • “c-couple of vulture’s guys, don’t worry d-darling, i probably did more damage to them than they did”
  • “dID YOU KILL THEM THEN? PLEASE TELL ME YOU DID.  YOU COULD’VE FUCKING DIED PETER. SO HELP ME GOD YOU DIDN’T GO AFTER THEM BECAUSE I’VE ASKED YOU A MILLION TIMES TO STOP PURPOSELY GOING LOOKING FOR THOSE ASSHOLES.” 
  • your voice starting to raise because you’re so damn scared and hurt to see him like this, it’s like watching your world fall apart 
  • you can feel the tears you’ve been holding back start to fall
  • him noticing it and sitting up slowly, guilt running through him and making his pain almost feel insignificant due to the fact that he thinks he’s the reason you’re crying because he promised himself he’d never drag you into this side of his life
  • “B-baby, please listen to me, I-I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have come here”
  • literally almost getting whiplash from turning your head that quick to look at him with a ‘wtf’ face 
  • “whY wouldn’t you come here? Peter I’m your girlfriend for fucks sake I’m supposed to take care of you”
  • “b-but how can I let you take care of me when i can see it tearing you apart?” in a rEAlly soft voice, his voice cracking off at the end 
  • this statement honestly hits you super hard and before you know it you can feel sobs about to burst out of you
  • you standing up off the bed, making him sit up more and his heart beat pick up insanely faster bc he’s worried you’d walk out the door 
  • “w-w-where are you going?”
  • your back turned to him so he can’t see the painful expression on your face and the sobs quieted by your hand
  • but peter’s smarter than that and can see you shaking
  • honestly he doesn’t even care anymore about his injuries at this point so he gets off the bed and stands behind you
  • “baby-y can you p-please look at me?” tbh his heart feels like it weighs a million pounds due to the guilt coursing through him, even though it’s not like he intended to hurt you, he just didn’t know where else to go
  • you not turning around
  • him grabbing your waist and turning you around to face him and sucking in a huge breath when he sees the agonizing look on your face but you turn your head to ground, embarrassed that he’s seeing this side of you
  • “no no don’t hide from me, please baby, not now”
  • “I’m supposed to be strong for you, I’m supposed to take care of you when you’re hurt and I can’t even do that. I’m a shitty girlfriend” you try to stutter out in between sobs 
  • “hey hey hey don’t talk like that, don’t be ridiculous” him shushing you gently, picking up your head with his hand, “please look at me” and his voice breaking off, due to the tightening and pain in his throat he’s getting from holding back his tears 
  • you shaking your head furiously and pulling away, but him refusing to see you this way any longer so he grabs your face with both hands this time, wiping the fast falling tears with his thumbs
  • pulling you into his chest, not caring about his pain because honestly seeing you this way was 10000x worse than any physical pain he could endure
  • “I-I’m so sorry” you sobbing against his chest, pulling away
  • “No, you stay h-here” he demands, wrapping both arms around you tighter
  • somehow the body contact is mending his heart a lil bit and making some other pain go away
  • you finally pull away after a few minutes when your breathing and sobs have calmed down
  • “what if y-you get hurt worse than i could ever help fix?” you whisper to him, the thought of it making tears fall all over again 
  • him dragging you back to the bed, laying you down, and crawling next to you, pulling you into his arms 
  • “I promise you I’m always going to come back” 
  • and “y-you’re the biggest reason I have to stay alive” 
  • “Peter I don’t know what I’d do without you, I mean, you’re my world” 
  • “m-mine too baby”
  • “promise me you’ll be careful, i’ll always be here to fix you up but i hate seeing you hurt” 
  • “i’ll try my hardest, b-but seeing you hurt like this is worse than any bad guy could ever do to me” and “even the possibility of losing you scares me more than any villain imaginable” 
  • “i’m not going anywhere” 
  • “good…c-can you please hand me some ibuprofen? my adrenaline from that little moment is wearing off…” 
  • “RIGHT, SORRY!!”
  • jumping out of bed literally to finish patching him up 
  • straddling his hips to properly take care of his wounds and him just staring at you, unable to comprehend what he did to land as lucky as he did with you 

I KNOW this will be an unpopular opinion but I’m going to say it anyway, and if anyone who reads this doesn’t take the time to think about it than I don’t know what to say.

While I understand over sexualizing characters in different forms of entertainment (movies, books, fanfictions.) is a bad thing, I don’t think anyone should have the right to tell fan fiction writers what they can and cannot write about.

1.) while I’m not excusing this scene, Stephen king literally wrote a semi explicit orgy scene between a bunch of 11-12 year olds. I have not seen one person in the Tumblr It fandom call that scene out except when it is briefly mentioned in a post, but my point is that no one seems worried about that part in the book while fan fiction writers are getting death threats over it. Not only the orgy scene, he also includes scenes in which a leper offers Eddie a blowjob, another character offers Henry a blowjob, and towards the end of the book richie offers his popsicle to Eddie and when eddie licks it, richie goes red and takes it back. Beverly literally thinks about touching Bill’s penis and balls.

2.) it’s FICTION. None of these characters are real, and I’m not saying “hey, write Eddie and Richie having explicit gay sex including sex toys and bondage.” I’m saying that fiction means imaginary people and events and that if Stephen king can get away with writing an orgy scene into his book than I think a fanfic writer can allude a possible more intimate moment.

3.) it’s unrealistic. Underage sex is a thing, you realize? While I don’t condone it, that doesn’t mean my will power alone stops teenagers from having sex. And again, like my earlier point, I’m not saying extremely explicit scenes are needed in writing. I’m not saying “have reddie fuck while they’re 11” either. Also it’s FICTION.

Basically: I believe a lot of the IT fandom is basing their writing off the characters in the movie, and that’s totally fine because I’ve done it too, but a lot of people are forgetting about the details in the book. I think when one person says “this is wrong!!!” Then another person picks that opinion up and then suddenly everyone is thinking that because they feel if they don’t than they’re the outlier.

And before I get attacked, I am not saying that heavy explicit sex scenes are necessary, all I’m saying is attacking people over their choices is immature and stupid. If you don’t want to read an underage scene, don’t read the fic.

One last thing: if you want to respectfully talk to me about your opinion, I’m all for it. But if you come at me rudely I’ll a) delete the message, or b) block you.

I’ll respect your opinion just as long as you respect mine.

EDIT: I’d also like to clarify that I meant fics in which the characters are at least 16, and the fic is not solely a smut fic. If there’s a story where there’s a plot and the main focus is not nsfw, that’s what I’m talking about.
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In This World
And The Next
And All The Ones Before

1•

“Why did you come here?” Nesta asked as he placed his head in her lap. There were a million other places he could’ve gone. Either of his brother’s, his best friend who thought she was stuck-up… And yet, he showed up at her door past midnight with a request.

“Hold me,” he had asked her, leading her to the couch he had once made fun of for being purely decorative and unreasonably stiff. He was stone cold sober, she could tell, and wasn’t sure whether to be surprised or concerned that that couldn’t be his excuse to have appeared at such an ungodly hour. Especially after not hearing from him for over a week.

“I couldn’t stay away,” he murmured. “I know you don’t mind.” He boldly and correctly assumed, then noted, “You’re wearing my shirt.” The one he had dropped off at her office when she felt like she was suffocating in her tight blouse. It was his favorite shirt, but he thought it looked better on her anyway.

“So what if I am?” She was wearing the watch he had given her, too. It was nothing too fancy, but he had grown tired of her losing track of time and using “no watch” as an excuse when she showed up late to dinner and apologized with a kiss. He never minded the apology kisses, though.

“And you’re about to run your fingers through my hair because I’m so irresistible to you.” He teased, but she could hear the exhaustion that coated his already husky voice.

Cassian had found her and it took a lot of courage and pride-swallowing to do it. No one ever cared enough to do that for her. No one.

Tentatively, Nesta placed her hand on his back as he made himself at home on her thighs.

2•

Nesta ran her fingers through his thick ebony locks. Though still long, he had cut it since she saw him last. As though he had freshened up just for her.

Again, she felt like utter shit for yelling at him, saying that he was both scared or incapable of change of any kind. She didn’t want him to change. Not his personality, not his appearance, not his life, not his friends nor his job. Cassian was the best thing she ever had.

She thought herself a hypocrite… Cassian had come into her life- or more accurately she into his- And what? Showed her what honor was? Reminded her of how suffocating her life in the town is? How much potential she has in life…and love? He shook her, woke her up.

Cassian was an old soul, but it was Nesta who truly didn’t like change.

In her experience, change was bad. Change meant her mother dying. Change meant her father losing their money before joining her mother in death. Change meant her baby sister resenting her and fighting with her.

Change…

Change with Cassian meant warmth…unconditional warmth. This was unfamiliar territory.

“What are you doing awake?” He relaxed his body, nearly purring at the affection she was giving him. “Your lights were on.”

She didn’t want to lie. She didn’t want to snap. Not when she had shown that he could be vulnerable with her- in his way. “I missed you.” Truth, as she had barely slept since their fight. “I was writing about it.”

“About me?” His belly rumbled with a laugh for a moment. He quickly became serious, not wanting to ruin the moment. “I missed you too, Nes. I drive past here every day when I take the logs to town… I park at the end of your drive before convincing myself that you don’t want to see me.”

3•

Nesta’s hand slid down his back as she leaned down to kiss his shoulder and inhale the pine scent she had so desperately missed. “I did want to see you,” she whispered. “I always want to see you. Even when I’m mad. Even when I’m sad. Especially then.”

“I’ll keep that in mind next time I lose my patience and let you walk out the door.” He meant it. She knew he meant it. In a small voice he asked, “Can we be okay now, Nes?”

In an equally quiet voice she whispered, “I’d like that.” More than anything she wanted him, wanted them. Wanted their present and future.

4•

It only felt natural when Nesta folded herself onto him, covering his body with her own. As if they had done it in a million worlds before, and she hoped they would in the next million.

Silently, she thought of why and how she had fallen in love with him…

He challenged her, though was never condescending. And he let her challenge him without running away scared. People always thought she was a bitch…maybe she was… But he would ride out a conversation with her till the very end.

When they first met, they thought they could hardly stand one another. She secretly liked that he didn't​ treat her like glass. Like she was worth the breath it took to volley an argument or discussion. No matter how angry, he always listened to her, always saw her.

On the anniversary of her broken engagement and one of the worst nights of her life, she had gone out alone and got utterly shitfaced and was unable to reach a cab service.
She didn’t want Feyre to know or Elain to be worried, and she didn’t have much in the way of friends, so she called him. The person whose opinion she thought she didn’t care for…
Staggering out of the bar, he picked her up and carried her to his truck. Didn’t even complain when they pulled over twice so she could vomit.
That was the first night he stayed over. He got the vomit out of her hair and braided it back before tucking her into bed. He slept on the sofa and left her an omelette and smoothie in the fridge before sneaking out, writing her a note with his home number to call in case she needed or wanted a decent drinking buddy, and that she wouldn’t have to go to some dive that scared even him.

On their first date, he held his hand out for her to take. “In case you get nervous,” he said as she interlaced her fingers with his. “You can hold onto me and hide your face in my chest, too if you get scared.” She did get scared, but he didn’t push it. Though he didn’t have the decency to hide his smug grin when she yelped and clutched his bicep during the big jump-scare scene.
She surprised him by later admitting, “I knew I was safe the whole time.”
He raised an eyebrow, “Because of me? I’m flattered, sweetheart.”
“Because of me, actually.“ She played with the buttons of her coat. “Rules of horror.”
He stopped in his tracks and folded his arms. “I’m not following.”
She felt safe with him, and wanted to let him in. But she wasn't​ used to being vulnerable, so she closed her eyes when she uttered, “I’m a virgin.”
Eyes still closed, Nesta heard Cassian’s soft intake of breath before she felt him.
He put his hands on her shoulders and whispered, “That’s okay.” She opened her eyes and couldn’t stop herself from hugging him. The smug bastard, ex-fighter, lumberjack with a heart of gold. He assured her that there was no shame in her sexual status. “Promise to shield me? I’m definitely not a virgin and I’m not white, so my life expectancy is fucking abysmal. Plus, I probably make too many jokes.“ He shrugged. “I’d outlive Rhys, though, which is a consolation…”
She laughed at him. He made her laugh. She never laughed before him. Not like this, not genuinely.

He made her laugh harder than she ever had before when he karaoked, “I’m the Only One,” by Melissa Etheridge to cheer her up after a long work week. His shamelessness and big heart were the most attractive qualities about this ruggedly handsome man.

When all the trees had been sold because she waited last minute, she went home to find him waiting at her door with the most beautiful Christmas tree she had ever seen in her life. He helped her put the star on top and made his famous eggnog while she baked the only thing she knew how: chocolate gingerbread cookies.

When she needed to talk, he would drive. Even in the middle of the night. Driving until she was ready to open up.
One night he drove to the cliffs just outside of town and they got out. Sobbing and slamming her fists at his chest, she recounted something she never told anyone.
She and Elain had been kidnapped. They had been saved, but not after they had nearly drowned.
A year later, he found them again. Elain stabbed him on sight. Nesta, not wanting her sister to have blood on her hands, finished the job so he could never hurt them or anyone else again.
Screaming in anguish, he held her close. Reminding her that nothing could harm her here, with him. She asked if he was scared of her and he told her he wasn’t, he never could be. He took her hand and placed it on his heart, vowing to protect her and those she loves until his heart stopped beating.
She kissed him that night and she hadn’t been able to stop since.

They took it fast. They took it slow.
She knew he wanted to have sex with her from the first moment they had been introduced. Cassian was passionate, and he let that passion flow into any aspect of their relationship that he could.
For her birthday, he had half-jokingly offered to go down on her. She dragged him away from the party and to his room, telling him that they could both give birthday spankings… They did. Cassian thoroughly enjoyed getting spanked by his birthday girl.
When she lifted her skirt up and removed her underwear she hoped he wouldn’t notice the few and small opalescent marks above her knee, on her inner thigh. But he did. Of course he did. He noticed everything.
“That’s what happens when your adolescent growth spurt mercilessly hits you like a ton of bricks,” she said as he used the tip of his fingers to graze the slight dips in her otherwise perfect skin.
He tried and failed to imagine a time in which Nesta was gangly or awkward, so he pressed his lips on each of the marks before hitching her legs over his shoulders.
And he went down on her. Making sure she was comfortable before he quickly darted his tongue on her bundle of nerves. It was amazing, and she wanted more. So he gave her more. Inserting two fingers and massaging her insides slowly, dragging the tips along the ceiling of her temple.
When he finished her off, she moaned his name and nearly ripped his hair out.
Before rejoining the party, he held her until she stopped shaking. Whispering phrases in Spanish that she didn’t find out the meaning of until much later…
“Eso fue hermoso. Eres hermosa…”
“Eres incluso más dulce de lo que imaginé. Como la miel…”
“Si me lo pidieras, enviaría a todos a casa y te lamería toda la noche.”

Sighing aloud, she continued reminiscing on the reasons she loved him, then and now. Right now it was because he was warming her heart and body with his own.

Unbeknownst to Nesta, Cassian was also thinking of the reasons why he loved her, why he couldn’t stay away.

Nesta was as tenacious as she was magnificent. Quick witted and scrappy. He knew many fantastic women, but Nesta was on a completely different level.

He could be all of the sides of himself with her. It terrified him, to be like an exposed nerve, but he knew Nesta would settle for no less and would not open up otherwise. Nor should she, after all she had been put through in her life. He could be happy with her. He could let his weaknesses be known. He could talk with her when he needed to, or be quiet and contemplative.

He talked about his childhood. His early childhood. He said he was likely “smuggled over the border with bricks of cocaine” and tossed away. Rhys’s mother fostered him, though he didn’t make it easy on them, and then legally adopted him. A few years later, Azriel showed up and everything changed. He never forgot the kindness and generosity she showed him. He mourned her and Rhys’s sister every day and never again wanted to take for granted any good thing that came into his life.
He counted Nesta on the list of good things.

When he hugged her, even in public, she would let him hold her for as long as he wanted. What a sight they must be, he thought, the prim postured princess and the grass stained flannel and bomber jacket clad behemoth with permanently dirt crusted boots.
Goodie Two-Shoes and The Filthy Beast.

He thought about the time he helped her move out of her shithole and into this new place…

He found a box of old CD’s. He couldn’t help himself pulling out a worn copy of “From Under the Cork Tree” and waving it in her face, her eyes bulging.
“Those are a friend’s.” Nesta flinched at her transparent lie. “I don’t even know how they ended up here.”
“Hmm..” Cassian tapped the CD case and bellowed off-key, “CUT MY LIFE INTO PIECES! THIS IS MY-”
He was cut off by Nesta screeching and fighting to cover his mouth. “THAT SONG ISN’T EVEN BY THEM, YOU UNCULTURED MOUNTAIN MAN!”
Throwing his head back, he howled with laughter as she crossed her arms and asked, “So, Mr. Rompe Will Be My Wedding Song, how do you even know this music?”
“Well, Miss Season Six Buffy Was My Aesthetic,” his eyes gleamed with amusement. “Little sunshine Amren went through an emo phase in her youth as well.” Nesta wasn’t terribly surprised at all by that reveal, but bit her cheek to keep from smiling.
“Do you have mix CDs? What was your profile song? I know you had one.” This was just too good to be true. His mind reeled as he gave a lopsided grin.
“Yes and get over it. I’ll never tell.” Nesta surprised him. She was constantly surprising him. He loved that. He loved her.
He looked at her in a way in which his hazel eyes said, “I love you. I am so in love with you. I am yours and you are mine, and we both know it.” Tilting her chin up with his forefinger and thumb, he kissed her. Slow and steady, but sinking into her completely.
They had passionately kissed before, they had hungrily made out whilst groping each other. When she had gotten comfortable enough, she asked to see his cock that she had raised and made throb. With her permission, he guided her soft hand to it. Experimentally, she pumped it once…twice…It was her first time and she wanted to do it properly for him, so he instructed her through the beginnings…“Lick your thumb and rub it on the tip…FUCK!…Good girl…Tighter!…That’s it…” He hadn’t expected her to finish him and definitely didn’t expect it when she didn’t pull her hand away in disgust as he spilled onto his jeans.
This sort of kissing, the kind they did right there in her emptied house she was soon to be free of, a different kind of electricity sparked when their tongues danced and she pulled herself closer to him by reaching under his shirt to his warm back and fisting the collar of his paint splattered t-shirt.
Toying with the waistband of her skirt for a moment, he proceeded to squeeze her ass with his permanently calloused hands.
They both moaned into each other’s mouths before Nesta broke away. Wiping her mouth and fixing her shirt so that it wasn’t so obvious as to how erect her nipples were, she said, “So are you going to help me move these boxes, or are those tree trunk thick arms of yours just for show?”
Cassian wanted so badly to pick up the bait, but he didn’t. “Sweetheart, I could load all these boxes up within five minutes and still have the strength and stamina to carry you to the truck. Then unload everything without breaking a sweat.“
Though he did accomplish the tasks within the time limits he set for himself, he did break a sweat. Not that Nesta minded.
After unloading the last of the boxes, Nesta led him to the mattress that she had yet to find a frame or box spring for, and slowly removed all her clothing. Then she removed his, kissing each of his tattoos as they became uncovered. Taking his hands in her own with complete trust in her eyes, she laid them down on the bed together.
That night, they christened her new home. It was her first time and she loved that it was with him. He felt honored to be the one she chose. As cliche as it was, they exchanged “I love you’s” before, during, and after.

Nesta had trusted him that night. And again she put her trust in him tonight. One of the many things he loved about her.

Their relationship was constantly evolving and he wanted it to evolve again, so he took a chance. “Move in with me, Nes.”

Not a second later, she responded. “Yes.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“Take me to bed soon?”

“Yes.”

“Love me?”

Again, she kissed his shoulder blade- his “wings”- and assured him, “In this world and the next, sweetheart. And all the ones before.”

Tired of hiding

This one is for the lovely anon who sent me the prompt. I really really hope it lives up to your idea and how you imagined it. *crosses fingers* *worries*

(Note to everyone else reading this - the idea and most of the storyline isn’t mine)

Summary: Baz starts going to an LGBT+ club at Watford, Simon finds out and it changes the way he sees Baz

Warning: homophobia (well… kind of. It may all just be a big misunderstanding)

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mariah-vg  asked:

can you do a tfln where he's hurt because you didn't show up to his concert but it's because you went to the emergency room?

Thanks for the request, love! 

Masterlist and TFLNs

Harry You

Still planning on coming to the show tonight?

I wouldn’t miss it for the world, mister 🖤

Perfect. What time are you planning on getting here so I can let someone know to let you in?

Probably before or during soundcheck if that’s alright

Works for me, love. I can’t wait to see you, been too long.x 

Well maybe if you weren’t prancing around the globe in your fancy ass Gucci trousers, I’d see you more

Don’t lie, half the reason you’re coming tonight is to see my “fancy ass Gucci trousers”

Mayyyyyybe…

Rude. And here I thought it was because you actually liked me for my music

That’s just a bonus, you know I go gaga for Gucci

I should see if Lambert’s got some YSL laying around somewhere…

You’re gonna resurrect YSL? Are you trying to torture me on purpose?

Mayyyyybe. Is it working?

I’m not sure I’ll make it through your set if you do that, you know I’ve been begging you for a YSL return for ages now

Special wardrobe for a special guest.x

I guess I’m just gonna have to go on tour with you so you’ll keep it up, obviously you’ll have to mix in Gucci. Obviously.

You join me on tour and you can put your two cents in

Don’t tempt me, Styles

Soundcheck is done and you’re nowhere to be found… I know you’re not the best with directions, but it’s not that difficult to find is it?

Okay, I’m only slightly worried at this point. Call me please.x

Please tell me what’s going on. I’ve called you twice and there’s been no answer

I’m about to head on stage soon, I have someone waiting for you at the middle door in the back. See you soon.x

Just came off stage for intermission and checked if someone let you in, they told me you never showed. Did you come in through the front? I was looking forward to seeing you in the crowd.x

Show’s done and no one has seen or heard from you. Thanks for that, appreciate it

If you didn’t want to come or had other plans you could’ve just told me, we could’ve worked out another show for you to come to

I was really looking forward to seeing you and I hope whatever you were doing was worth missing the show. I would ask for an explanation, but I’m apparently not deserving of one. Talk to you whenever

(Next day)

Harry, please pick up the phone. This is really important. I need to talk to you about what happened last night, please don’t ignore me

I know you’re mad at me but I don’t want to do this over text

I know you’re seeing these, you keep declining my calls. Harry please…

Fine.

If you care, which I don’t know if you do or not, I was at the hospital last night. I’ve had stomach pains on and off the past couple of days and I didn’t think much of them because they didn’t last long. About an hour before I was going to leave to go to the venue, I had sharp abdominal pains, I was nauseous, and doubled over on the floor. I started throwing up blood and called an ambulance because I didn’t know where the nearest hospital was

Turns out I had stomach ulcers. The doctor said he wanted to do surgery because the medication they’re usually able to give for them wouldn’t be effective enough because I let them go for too long. The surgery went fine and they want me to stay for a few days so that they can keep an eye on me and make sure this doesn’t happen again

I’m so sorry about last night. I’ve been looking forward to it since you invited me and I’m sorry I ruined it. But please don’t be mad at me or think I didn’t want to see you, you know I did. I miss you

Shit. Well I feel like a proper dick now. Are you okay? 

I’m fine, just a little tired and loopy from the meds

I’d like to come see you before I head out if that’s alright.x

I was hoping you would

Let me know where you are and I’ll be there, I owe you a proper apology as well

I’m at Mercy Medical, room 402 in the east wing. I’m not going anywhere so see you when you get here

And Harry, just wear jeans and a tshirt. I may be at the hospital but I don’t need to go in to cardiac arrest

So I take it I should save the YSL resurrection for a show?

Yes, because if you do it today it’ll take more than a miracle to keep me alive

Noted. I’m glad you’re okay and I’ll see you soon.x

See you soon, mister

x

TFLN request? Ask away! As always, feedback is appreciated!

just a little bit of your heart is all i want

Jake Peralta doesn’t like to snoop.

Okay, that’s a lie. He can’t help himself. Any sign of a secret threatening to be exposed, he needs to get to the bottom of it. According to him, it’s a natural human instinct. Everyone else thinks it’s just a Jake Peralta instinct. 

So when he glances down at the trash can next to the bathroom sink while brushing his teeth one night, a rectangular blue box takes over his eyesight. 

And - you guessed it - he can’t help himself.


He reaches down and picks it up, his eyes scanning the small print over and over. Then the panic sets in and the assumptions roll through his mind. He has two options right now - freak out and ask Amy if they need to start baby-proofing their apartment, or calmly ask her what the hell is going on.

He decides to go with the latter.

“Hey, babe?” he calls out, walking back into the bedroom with the box clutched in his hand.

“Yeah?” Amy’s sitting up against the headboard, a concentrated frown hiding behind her reading glasses, and today’s copy of the New York Times sprawled across her lap (she likes to do the Sudoku puzzles at night. Jake doesn’t question it anymore).

“Is there anything you need to tell me?” Jake asks, holding the box up in plain sight.

Amy glances up at him, then at the box. Then back at him, then back at the box, then back to her newspaper. “Nope,” she replies, a small grin appearing as she scribbles a bunch of numbers down on the page.

“You sure? Because this little guy right here is telling me something different.”

Amy rolls her eyes, taking off her glasses. “Jake-”

“Ames, if you were a murderer, you’d be terrible at it. I mean come on, you can’t even hide this evidence properly! You’re literally asking me to arrest you.”

“Jake-”

“Wait, are you a murderer? Oh my god, have you been pretending to be a detective this entire time? Captain Holt would be so disappointed in you.”

“Jake-”

“Actually you know what? That’s pretty good, faking being a police officer to cover up your crimes, maybe you can get extra points for sneaky behavior-“

“JAKE!” Amy yells. He stops rambling, finally, and stares at her.

“Did you actually look inside the box?” Amy asks. “Or did you just jump to conclusions as always?”

Jake frowns, looking down at the box again. He moves over to the bed, sitting on the edge, then shakes the box lightly. It rattles, indicating that there is indeed something inside that he probably should have investigated before. He reaches with his other hand to open the box, but stops and throws it to Amy.

“I don’t wanna touch it,” he explains with a shudder.

Amy lets out an exasperated sigh - bed time is never boring - before grabbing the box and pulling out the small white stick and holding it up. “It’s negative,” she says, pointing at the single pink line, “see?”

Jake squints at the object, feeling his body instantly relax when he sees one line instead of two. “Okay,” he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Negative. Okay. Cool cool cool.”

Amy gives him a tight-lipped smile, slipping the test back into the box. “Don’t worry, no tiny humans will be running around this place any time soon,” she reassures him, throwing the box into the small rubbish basket underneath the nightstand.

Jake smiles back but it doesn’t reach his eyes. He slips under the bed covers with a sigh, sliding into the warmth with an odd feeling gnawing at his heart. He still has a million questions about this insane little object that almost just had the ability to change his life. And Amy’s no moron. She can sense when something’s wrong with him.

“Okay, what’s up with you?” she asks, shifting closer to him.

“Why did you take the test in the first place?” Jake blurts out, surprising himself because he was pretty sure he’d said that in his head and not out loud.

Amy takes a deep breath and shrugs. “I…was late,” she admits, a light shade of crimson heating her cheeks.

“But you’re on birth control.”

“Yeah but it’s not always 100% effective, I wanted to be sure. And I didn’t think it was necessarily worth hiding because it wasn’t positive. No biggie, right?”

“Right,” Jake replies. A wave of relief washes over him and he relaxes. “Right, right, right. So, no kids yet?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“No, not yet,” Amy replies, linking her arm with his.

“But…one day?” he asks hopefully.

If there’s ever been a moment that’s melted Amy’s heart, it’s this one. She grabs his hand, linking her fingers with his gently. “One day for sure,” she promises, kissing him softly on the cheek and resting her chin on his shoulder.

“So just to be completely sure, you’re definitely not pregnant?”

“Well, I’m not late anymore, babe.”

“Oh, gross.”

anonymous asked:

Hey Gray! I love your blog :D I was wondering if you could do this request: RFA+Minor trio reacting to MC's and their own child being bullied in front of them (like maybe the bullies didn't see them RIGHT THERE) for being chubby but the daughter/son is like really chill and hits them with a 'I'm used to it it's ok' thank you :DD I'll request more now!! Good luck with your blog and excuse my english lolol

Hey now, you’re an all star I’m so sorry nobody is allowed to apologize for their English on this blog. You’re really good with it, so don’t worry at all! English is a bitch to learn, and if anyone judges you I will f i g h t. Also, no matter how many other blogs I’ve seen in the past, I still don’t know who makes up the minor trio. I’ve seen it mentioned a lot, and I always assumed it’s Jaehee, V, and Saeran. If it’s someone else, I’ll gladly write for them, too! (Dialogue of fat-shaming in Jaehee’s. Just a heads up!)


Yoosung:

  • He had to pick up your kid from school one day because he got off from work early
  • Yoosung drove there just a little too early when he saw your child getting harassed by three other kids
  • oh no
  • nonononono
  • Instead of just driving up, he parked that damn car and walked up
  • Just far enough so they thought he was a highschooler  even if hes older hes still small you can fight me on this
  • Once he was in earshot, his only thought was how dare they
  • The things they were saying were downright disgusting to him
  • Yoosung walked right up and tapped one of them on the shoulder
  • “Hey there buddy boy, I’m going to ask, no, tell you to kindly leave and never speak to my child again”
  • Your kid just kinda bip bopped along with him after he turned to leave after the kids had given half-hearted apologies
  • “Hey, Dad?” “What? Do you want ice cream? We can go. If you want to talk, we can do that, too” “I just wanted to say that you didn’t need to do that. What they said is pretty normal for me”
  • oh hell no
  • Yoosung just nodded slightly “But it doesn’t have to be” “It’s just like that, but can we still get ice cream?” “Yep! Just don’t tell, MC!” “Will you promise not to tell them about my school either? I don’t want them worried, since you seem to be”
  • So they went out to a small shop that wasn’t too far away from your home and talked about animals
  • Then once they got home, you could see him looking concerned at your child when the put their bag from school up
  • He went to his office and typed out an email
  • Turns out, he got the three kids suspended
  • PTA Dad Yoosung won’t stand for that shit
  • Didn’t tell MC because he promised

Zen:

  • You can’t tell me he’s not a PTA dad either
  • Sure, practice sometimes doesn’t allow him to go to every meeting
  • But you know he’s ready to fight Nancy at the bake sale because what were those brownies, Jesus, Nancy
  • aNYWAYS, you both had to go to one of those lame ass schools fairs
  • you couldn’t say no to your kid because those puppy eyes reminded you of Zen’s
  • You were waiting in line for food while Zen was buying tickets for things and you let your child go off with their friends
  • Then the yelling started dAMMIT, ZEN
  • “How dare you talk to my child like that?” “Well, um, sir-” “No, I’m not hearing it from you, young man” “I want to say-” “Not you either, young lady!”
  • Zen walked back with your kid in tow and he was fuming
  • “MC! Can we leave? There’s much better food at the restaurant we passed” “Only if you tell me what happened, because it looks like our daughter is perfectly fine” “No, she is nOT. They were making fun of her weight! How dare they insult our princess” “Zen, You sound like a script right now, calm down”
  • Your child just mumbled, “Well, that’s what happened during school anyways”
  • Turning around so quickly that you got bitch-slapped by his hair, he looked at your kid
  • He was n o t having this shit
  • “Who cares if you’ve got squish? There’s just more to love! Those kids are douchebags” “Zen-” “As long as you’re comfortable with you, there’s no issue. If you feel bad because of that snotbag, I will find out who his mom is and raise hell” “Zen-” “That one girl looked like her mom runs a drug cartel. I should know, too, because her mom is probably Bethany” “Hyun!”
  • He turned back towards you flashing a slightly awkward smile
  • “MC, that boy was a beast
  • “Not this again” Well, damn, if your kid is sick of it, he probably should be, too
  • You ended up leaving after your kid was done with his shit wanted to leave
  • He may or may not have raised a little hell on the board
  • Gave a two minute monologue on bullying at the monthly meeting

Jaehee: (Good end and after end spoilers)

  • Your son liked to hang around the café after school was done with a few friends
  • He came in one day with several people, a few being ones you recognized
  • You were taking orders and Jaehee was wiping down tables along with picking up dishes
  • cue dramatic plate falling when she overheard their conversation
  • “Maybe your clothes wouldn’t be so big if your  parents didn’t bake so much for you” “He’s right. All those pastries can’t be that great. Especially with how little you do in PE” “Maybe stop eating all of your lun-”
  • “Excuse me, but who are you, ma’am?” “Just a friend of this kid” “Get out of this café” “Who are you? Where’s the manager?”
  • “Mom, it’s fi-” “I’m Mrs. Kang, the owner of this establishment, and the disgusting comments you are making are towards my son. Leave
  • The girl turned bright red and moved to gather her things
  • Jaehee’s badass arm stopped her from properly getting up
  • “I thought it was heavily implied that you were to apologize”
  • She was downright glaring at this kid
  • You paused when nobody else was at the counter and turned your attention to what was going down
  • This look wasn’t even reserved for customers who threw orders at her
  • Once the girl left after having to repeat her apology several times, all the others followed, trying not to maintain eye contact with Jaehee
  • She slid in the booth across from your son and had a lengthy discussion about what was wrong for people to say
  • Jaehee had had enough in her life getting treated awfully, so your kid wasn’t allowed to have any of that
  • That night, you had to talk her out of fighting that kid
  • “Jaehee, that’s assault” “MC, it’s justice

Seven:

  • He was dicking around with the security system at your kid’s school
  • It’s not stalking if its not obsessive
  • The system’s visual aspect may not be strong, but the audio was pretty okay
  • Seven just wanted to hear what your child was doing after the bell had rung (I had to look up if it was rung or rang just now)
  • As soon as he heard what a person was saying that was most definitely not your child, he was ready to f i g h t
  • Your kid came back from school that day and went to greet him
  • He may or may not have turned around in an office chair dramactically
  • “So who’s Jun Ho? He sounds like a real biiiii-I mean, jerkwad” “How do you know who he is? He’s in one of my classes.” “Some teacher emailed me saying he was being rude to you. Making remarks on your appearance or something” “Oh, yeah, he does that a lot. It stopped bugging me awhile ago”
  • Red Alert: How About No?
  • “He shouldn’t be saying things like that in the first place. Why do you even talk to him?” “Jun Ho gives me food” “As much as I love food, you should never be degraded to get it” “But it’s soda, and I can’t take that to school” “You won’t get in trouble if no one finds out. That’s besides the point. Can you please drop that douuu-um, that trashcan? You don’t deserve to be told anything that’s negative about yourself that isn’t constructive”
  • Your kid just tried to assure him that It’s Fine, Dad but it most definitely Was Not
  • So then he went into every social media account he could find of Jun Ho’s and left some lovely messages and photos for the kid to find later

Jumin:

  • you know this motherfucker sent your kid to a private school
  • He didn’t realize that not every person would be magically nice to eachother
  • Just let him believe
  • Jumin was content with that for awhile until The Incident
  • Your son was walking back into your home as he was video chatting people at a party
  • For some reason, their conversation dropped off to what sports people were playing and some dumbass in the background made a rude remark to your kid
  • Jumin walked over and took the phone from your son’s hand and got the attention of the teenagers
  • holy shit, that was the dude that their parents made those important business deals with
  • that suit is probably worth more than all my organs
  • damn, he looks like he’s about ready to fail all of us in a class
  • Please refrain from ever contacting this phone ever again. Your words are unappreciated by myself”
  • Your son was desperately trying to mute him repeating that it was all okay
  • Jumin was still drilling these kids
  • “Furthermore, it is not any of your business to inquire about an individual’s health whatsoever. I will have you make good note that everything in this household is meticulously organized, so no, you’re not ‘concerned for his health’ or any other excuse that is as incompetent as yourselves. Have a good evening”
  • Sassy Jumin snapping that hang up button
  • Then he held out the phone to your son that took it nervously
  • “You’re never to speak to them again” “Dad, I-” “No, it is absolutely not fine. You will not be told that just because you’re not of the bare minimum weight, that you are any less of a human being. You are to be respected. If you are to speak to any of your classmates, please inform them that all business deals with their families will end soon.”
  • He most definitely called all of their parents that evening to tell them of these changes
  • Blocked every number he could
  • Also made sure that any future advertisements that were made by any department were to be inclusive of plus-size models

V:

  • There was a new museum and he was invited to attend it’s opening with his family
  • No way this Cotton Candy Man could say no when your daughter got excited at the mention of an artist she loved that was to have an exhibit showcased
  • Everyone had gotten dressed up for the occasion, including V in a snazzy I’m so sorry that I use that word suit, yourself in comfortable formal wear, and your daughter wearing a tighter blouse with a skirt
  • What she wore didn’t bug you or Jihyun, whatever made her the most loving to herself was fine by you
  • The three of you had walked in and were walking around to greet other guests and enjoy hors d'oeuvres
  • Your daughter walked off to admire the paintings until who you recognized as one of her fellow students walked up to her
  • There was no use in eavesdropping so you continued to walk as V walked into the room of the pieces
  • He honestly didn’t notice them until he could hear your child’s voice
  • Then he noticed what the other party was saying
  • Calm Dad walked over to them and apologized for his interruption in the conversation to tell off the student for what they were saying about your daughter’s outfit
  • “Hey, Dad, Mi Na wasn’t bothering me” “Then she was bothering me. Mi Na, please refrain from speaking negatively about my daughter’s appearance in the future. I assure you that whatever clothing she wishes to wear will not effect you”
  • You looked over to see the “Bitch, you ain’t shit” smile on his face and got interested to see what was going on
  • He explained to you the situation then spoke to your daughter again with a short lecture on Why She Was Perfect and Why People Suck
  • Got the girl kicked out from the museum afterwards
  • To make it up, even though “It was fINE, DAD,” V was able to get artwork from the artist your daughter was so excited to see

Saeran:

  • this one’s going to do with an ice cream parlor I’m sorry
  • He agreed to go on a family outing as long as the crowds weren’t too big
  • Hey, if you made it this far, don’t mess it up
  • To his favorite ice cream parlor first!
  • None of you cared if it was eleven am
  • It was always time for ice cream
  • While you three were waiting in line, your child noticed that the person scooping was the dickbag of an upperclassman that had been harassing them for a couple of weeks
  • Saeran noticed how they acted and offered to get a table with them so that it would fit into conversation easily
  • They nodded and went with them so that he could ask what happened
  • Your kid told him that the boy at the counter was giving him shit for his weight and that “It’s perfectly fine”
  • Then Saeran was p i s s e d
  • He assured them that they were perfectly fine as long as they liked themselves
  • Saeran then offered for them to go back in the line where you were ordering your food
  • Your child was slightly anxious as to what he’d do to the worker
  • He glared at that upperclassman so strongly that you thought he had killed Saeran’s joy in life
  • Considering how much Saeran loved his new family, he pretty much did, so the kid deserved to be scared for half a minute
  • He then smiled at you when you handed a cone to him and you sat down with the three of you eating happily
  • Saeran noticed the glances he was getting but didn’t mind them
  • He glared at the kid again for good measure when he held open the door

I’m sorry that this took me so long! Also, no offense if your name is Nancy or Bethany. They’re just my go to PTA Mom names. I’m going to try to get at least two requests up each day. I hope that this was to your satisfaction, but I’ll happily fix anything if you see fit. Much love to you all!

anonymous asked:

Prompt: have this hc that Yuuri is actually diagnosed with an illness at a young age but no one other than his family knows about it since it's not something he likes to focus on/talk about. But one day he ends up in the hospital while he was visiting Japan by himself and decided to go on Twitter (thinking he was on private) and talking about the matter only to wake up the next day with a distressed Victor by his bed side crying and frustrated why Yuuri didn't tell him.

I apologise for how boring my ‘illness’ is, after about an hour of researching, I failed to find an interesting enough disease that would still allow Yuuri to skate. So, I picked chronic headaches.

Hospital Trip

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
After almost 3 years of successfully avoiding a hospital trip, guess who ended up in hospital?

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
Me!

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
Had my worst headache ever, the joys of CDH!

MayMay @MayMayBee
What is CDH??? @yuurikatsuki

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
CDH: Chronic Daily Headaches

Prince of Lights @Lightin-the-way
CDH is the worst! Hope everything is alright @yuurikatsuki

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
I’ve been suffering from CDH for years. It is normally somewhat manageable.

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
Just had a really bad headache yesterday that put me in hospital, isn’t my first time here because of CDH

Victor Nikiforov’s Future Wife @Vic-Nik-No-1
You skate with chronic headaches???? @yuurikatsuki

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
Yeah, I mean, sure sometimes I just want to slam my head into a wall because of the pain, but I can handle it most of the time

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
Medication does help too. Like, lots

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
But you always have to make sure you don’t take too much. Learnt that the bad way.

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
Have ended up in hospital before for taking too much painkillers.

Y.Katsuki Fanboy @katsuki_yuuri_no1fan
Get well soon @yuurikatsuki


Yuuri woke slowly to the feeling of someone stroking his cheek gently.

“Zvezda, zvezda moya,” the words were mumbled softly somewhere near him.

Even in his drowsy state he knew that something was wrong. Victor was in Russia, helping Yuri with his routines for the next season. He was in Japan, visiting his family for a little bit before he got stuck into preparing for the upcoming season himself.

Yuuri slowly opened his eyes and quickly found them locked with a beautiful pair of blue ones.

“Vitya?” he mumbled in confusion, causing the figure to coo at him softly.

“I’m right here, zvezda moya,” Victor mumbled softly.

“Why? Should be,” Yuuri paused as more of the drowsiness wore off and the normal throb of a headache hit him. He took a deep breath, though painful, it was tolerable compared to the day before. “Should be in Russian,” he mumbled while raising a hand to rub at his eyes.

“You expect me to stay in Russia when I found out you are in hospital for a disease I didn’t know about!” Victor said, a tone of distress in his voice.

Yuuri stared at his fiancé, noting that Victor had red rimmed eyes, indicating that there had been tears rather recently.

“CDH isn’t a disease,” he mumbled while reaching out to grab the hand stroking his cheek.

“But-“

“I just get daily, pounding headache. I just had a really bad one yesterday, Vitya, you shouldn’t have flown out here. You could have rung Mari or my parents, they could have explained everything,” he said gently while squeezing his fiancés hand.

“I was worried,” Victor mumbled ever so softly.

“God, I love you,” he sighed while tugging his fiancé close so he could kiss him deeply on the lips.

“Yuuri,” Victor whined weakly against his lips. Yuuri smiled to himself as Victor quickly took over the kiss.

Yuuri knew that it would take a lot of kisses to convince Victor he was fine and that he didn’t need to fly over ten hours to check up on, but he didn’t mind spoiling his fiancé a little.

Twitter War AU

anonymous asked:

RFA + V + Saeran reacting to an MC who just got stung by a wasp or bee? I recently got stung by a wasp and now my hand is all swollen ^^;;

Oh no! I consider myself lucky because I have yet to bee stung (hahahahah get it) and I hope I never will that shit looks painful T.T Did you clean the wound properly? Apparently honey really helps to soothe stings, but don’t use it if you’re allergic! I hope you get better soon ~

Also sorry but for now even if it’s a long post, I’m not going to put anything under a cut. I don’t want to risk losing any more of my stuff =.=

-Sevensity




Yoosung:

Happened to my bro when he was like 8, we were in my Gradmother’s garden and wanted to catch butterflies, so my bro saw a bumblebee and he was like “it’s fuzzy, colorful, and flies…therefore it’s a butterfly” bless his soul

  • Summer had arrived, and with it came a clear, breezy day, that weather where the sun warms you up but the wind cools you down at just the right moment
  • It was a perfect time to go butterfly catching
  • So collected your net, sunscreen, food, and one (1) Yoosung before precipitating yourself towards a nearby park
  • Tbh he didn’t really want to participate because he’s scared of hurting the butterflies oh my god hold me back this boy is so precious
  • But he was fine cheering you on from the sidelines, after all your happiness is his happiness
  • It wasn’t long before you spotted a Monarch butterfly perched atop a nearby flower bush, and in one fell swoop, you catch it in your net
  • Yoosung is like woah that’s my girl look at her what a pro
  • But you hadn’t thought that there might be other small critters lying among the flowers
  • So as you reached over to close the net, you felt a sharp pain in the meaty part of your palm
  • Yoosung appeared right beside you before you could even start to cry, pulling an emergency med kid out of his backpack as he took your hand in his and begins to treat your wound
  • “It’s okay, don’t cry,” he said, kissing your brow.  Although Yoosung was a bit nervous since the love of his life was in pain, his words were so soft and soothing that as they washed over you, the pain gradually faded and you were left with nothing but the warmth of his hand over yours
  • For the next few days, Yoosung constantly checked up on you, and told you to limit the use of your hand
  • He applied ointment to prevent any swelling and discomfort, and basically just took such good care of you the wound vanished in a few days
  • You lowkey wanted to become an animal just so that you could visit Doctor Yoosung and have him treat you


Zen:

  • It was quite simple really, you were crouched in front of a flower bed, smelling their sweet fragrance, while Zen sat beside you, thinking about how much you looked like a flower fairy
  • But then a bee sorta plopped onto your thigh, and in your surprise, you tried to brush it off, but the bee ended up stinging you before it fell onto the ground
  • Your yelp of pain brought Zen back from his reverie, and he cradled you against his chest, asking you why you were suddenly crying
  • Babe I think something stung me and it really hurts
  • He went from 1 to 100 real quick, his eyes blazing in fury as he tried to find The Villainous One Who Injured My Princess™
  • He’s all like @ bee: (ง'̀-‘́)ง come at me u ‘lil bitch
  • Zen the bee is already quite dead
  • He whisked you away towards the nearest first aid station, and held onto you the entire time you were getting the sting cleaned up and covered
  • Insisted that he carry you home, because he seemed to be under the impression that if you walked, your leg might fall off
  • Once you got home, he placed you on the couch and ordered you to stay put for the rest of the day
  • But he knelt before you and…
  • Being the romantic bastard (I use this word in a nice way here don’t hate me) he is, Zen lifted your leg up to his lips and kissed the bandage
  • “From now on, I will not lose to anything.  No human, nor bug, nor any other formidable foe will ever hurt you again, be they large or small.”
  • I mean as sweet as that sounds, just imagine Zen hovering around you with an aerosol can in his hand whenever you go outside, constantly spraying bug repellent everywhere so it just sorta hangs around you like a cloud
  • Are you trying to poison me Zen do you really wanna pull some Romeo and Juliet shit Zen are you really that dramatic Zen

Jaehee:

  • At first, the both of you thought that adding tables outside the cafe for customers to use was a good idea
  • But neither of you thought of the horrible things leftover sweets attracted
  • One day, while you were clearing up a table littered with half-eaten cake on a side not who dares not finish their cake why would you even consider such a thing???, you picked up a plate an immediately dropped it after feeling something stabbing your finger
  • The plate shattered against the ground, and you felt your heart beating in your index finger
  • Jaehee never heard you cuss so loud
  • She rushed outside to see what all the commotion was about, and saw you clutching your hand, face red and eyes watering
  • Now Jaehee is smart, with just a single look, she can tell exactly what’s wrong
  • Baehee ushered you inside, telling you not to worry about the plate, not to worry about your finger, not to worry about anything because she is there and will take care of you
  • She apologized to the customers, saying that she had something important to take care of, and wouldn’t be available for a few minutes
  • In a flash, she had everything laid out and ready to use, carefully pulling out the wasp’s stinger, wrapping a hand towel around your finger before giving you ice
  • You felt bad for disrupting both of your work, but she again told you to stop fretting
  • She made you stay behind for half an hour, until the ice was almost completely gone, before allowing you to come back again
  • Though she insisted that you only use one had , and limit yourself to the smaller tasks
  • When you both went home that day, Jaehee settled you on her couch and declared that she was going to feed you herself
  • But Jaehee I have two hands you know
  • She wouldn’t hear any of it though
  • “Fine, then how about you use your other hand to feed me in turn?”
  • It turned into a fluff fest and ended with both of you giggling hard, chocolate pudding smeared across both of your faces, cheeks flushed, that day’s incident long forgotten 
  • Mmh and then Jaehee offered to “clean up” the pudding on your face, and so another sort of fest begun


Jumin:

  • I’m like 700% sure that he’s already safe-proofed his entire penthouse
  • There are no bugs, no critters to be seen anywhere, even out in the garden, the only insects you see are the harmless ones
  • I guess with money, anything really is possible
  • EXCEPT, bees
  • Jumin was aware how important bees were for the environments as well as his garden, so he allowed the existence of bees to continue in his otherwise no-bug haven
  • But this led him to the fake belief that bees were completly harmless creatures
  • I mean for the most part they are but accidents still occur
  • And an accident was exactly what happened when you wandered too close to a bee hive
  • Luckily, you managed to escape with only one sting (actually I heard that even if you aren’t allergic at first, if you’re stung multiple times you can develop an allergy and die???) but it still caused enough pain to make you tear up
  • Jumin Mental Equation: You+Crying+Swollen Arm= MC has a fatal illness
  • Rushed you to the hospital despite your complains
  • Jumin I need tweezers and an ice pack, not an X-Ray and an IV
  • Did feel a bit embarrassed when the doctor told  him it’s just a bee sting
  • He had his arm around you the entire day after that, except when you fell asleep in the afternoon
  • When you woke up, Jumin was nowhere to be seen
  • The guards said he was in the garden
  • As you approached that place, you heard his voice talking to someone
  • You peaked around the corner and
  • Ju MIN??!
  • This dude was wearing a beekeeper outfit, in a cutesy kitten pattern to boot
  • But what shocked you the most was that he was trying to have a discussion with the bee hive
  • Or maybe, telling the bees off for hurting you was more accurate
  • Which did nothing but aggravate said bees, who were now swarming around him in a rather angry manner
  • Jumin you’re an absolute dork but that’s part of the reason why I adore you so much


V:

  • Really though, unless he’s there with you when it happens, the blind man will not notice your injuries, even if you happened to get your head chopped off
  • That’s really sad actually
  • When you were out in the garden tending he flowers and got stung by a wasp, it hurt, but you were adamant about not letting V find out
  • Imagine how he would feel if you got hurt but he wasn’t there beside you?
  • So you were biting your lip, fighting back tears as you rushed to treat yourself, when V came in
  • “Sweetheart? What are you doing?” he asked after hearing you rummaging around in the cabinets for tweezers.
  • “Ah, um, nothing!”
  • He reached out for you, and instinctively you did the same
  • V’s fingers brushed against your swelling forearm, and felt you flinch away
  • He froze
  • “”Did you…did you injure yourself?”
  • “It’s…it’s nothing major, just a wasp sting.”
  • “Oh my God, MC I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry I didn’t realize before, I’m so sorry I didn’t notice your pain.
  • The poor boy looked like he was about to cry, and clutched at his fkn gorgeous hair in distress
  • See this is exactly what I mean the poor man blames himself too much
  • You assured him that it was all okay, that you knew how to take care of your own wounds, and that if he wanted to make you feel better, he could stay near you
  • But after that incident, V suddenly decided to get the surgery
  • “What happens if something like this happens again,” he said, “I want to be able to prevent you from getting hurt again.”


Seven:

This happened to my friend in the same situation (except it was in a towel fort me and my friends had made),  we all found it so hilarious that even though she was crying from the pain, she still laughed along with us. What a touching story excuse me while I wipe away my tears

  • You managed to convince him to go to a public pool with you
  • Now this place had a really big grassy area with lots of shade, so you decide to sit down
  • But unluckily for you, you only wore your bathing suit and had your towel wrapped around your shoulders
  • And even more unluckily for you, there was a bumblebee bumbling around in your choice area to sit
  • Naturally, the little fuzzy fella was squashed to death, but not before his stinger was neatly lodged in your butt cheek
  • SEVEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCKING OWWWW!!!!!!
  • The Defender of Justice Magically Appears!! He just kind of blinked at you while you were feeling up your butt tho
  • “Do you need some help with that, miss?”
  • Immediately became concerned when he saw you crying though, and pulled you into a tight embrace
  • “Honey what’s wrong?”
  • “S-Seven…I think I sat on a bumblebee.”
  • You felt him tense up
  • Then you felt him start to quiver
  • Bastard you better not be doing what I think you’re doing
  • Sure enough, Seven was trying to suppress his laughter, but when you pouted at him, he just couldn’t hold it in anymore
  • “Ahahaha! You sat on a bumblebee! I wonder what the view was like from down there…what did it see in it’s last moments? I bet it was a glorious sight to behold.”
  • You cheeky bastard pun 117% intended
  • Rest assured though, he gave you the best first aid care, especially given the location of your wound
  • After all was said done, Seven sighed wistfully and said, “But in all honesty, letting a bumblebee go somewhere so private…are you sure you weren’t having an affair?” also reference 249% intended
  • “No?”
  • “Good,” he says, leaning closer to your ear. “You better not bee.”
  • That night y’all watched The Bee Movie and he frequently whispered “That could be us but you playin’.”
  • What exactly he was insinuating, you did not know.


Saeran:

  • You went out to his favorite ice cream stall on a sweltering summer day
  • He went back for seconds while you waited at a nearby bench
  • Your hair fell over your shoulder as you leaned forward towards your half-eaten cone, so you lifted a hand to brush the locks back and –
  • OUCH!
  • You hadn’t noticed, but a sneaky wasp had flown into your hair, and you’d accidentally squished it a bit between your hair and collarbone
  • Real talk: when you get any sort of injury directly over bone, it fucking hurts
  • So when Saeran came back to see you crying, he was floored
  • Did I make her wait too long? Did someone hurt her? Did- wait what the hell is that?
  • He took one look at the swelling on your collarbone and decided that someone had tried to kill you
  • Ah Saeran, I’ve met a lot of people before who jump to the most unlikely conclusions possible but you reaaally take the cake
  • Though your tears weren’t something he wanted to see, so anxiously he patted your head and asked what happened
  • You explained to him, that you think you were stung by a wasp
  • Like Zen, Saeran looked around, trying to find someone to fight
  • Saeran who gives a damn about the wasp this sting hurts like a bitch
  • Tol bean wasn’t sure what to do though. There wasn’t no one to beat up, he he didn’t know how to take care of a wasp sting, and your crying was just making him want to cry
  • So Saeran, in a flurry, grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him
  • “It’s okay,” he said, “I know someone who can help. Just hang in there, okay?”
  • Saeran pls stop talking like I’m mortally wounded
  • With that he took off at break-neck speed in the direction of who knows where, pulling you along in his wake but shit this guy can go
  • Yeah, you still felt the throbbing pain beneath your neck, but Saeran ran so fast your were practically flying through the air behind him
  • A few minutes later, you found yourself at Yoosung’s doorstep, Saeran spamming the doorbell until a disheveled looking ray of sunshine boy opened the door
  • Without much grace due to his sheer panic, Saeran shoved you in front of him and yelled, “Please, help me! I don’t know what to do!”
  • When things calmed down a bit and the circumstances explained, Yoosung showed Saeran how to clean a sting wound, how to properly remove a leftover stinger as well as remedies to soothe the affected area
  • Yoosung teaching Saeran new thing, and Saeran absorbing it all with shining eyes was a really effective painkiller
  • Lol it was almost worth getting stung just to witness this moment 

anonymous asked:

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well do you feel different?”

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

LATER……

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just what? Emma, I’m not unde—”

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

“Swan?”

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

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

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

Reignite The Flame

Request based off of the song Scared to Be Lonely by Martin Garrix.



His hands were always on you then. They’d caress you in heavenly ways, drawing circles on your back and feeling every inch of you with restrained passion at first. With time his hands grew firmer, they’d desperately grab at your thighs, they’d lock into the locks of your hair but his pull was never harsh.

Being apart was painful. His thoughts always found themselves back on you when he was away, and your mind always conjured daydreams of the two of you together. It was how you kept your sanity, how you kept that overwhelming feeling of longing at bay. Your greetings upon his homecomings were always passionate, always full of adoration as the two of you tangled in each other the second he stepped foot through the door.

“Spencer!” you shouted as he stormed away, his face furious.

“No! I’m not listening to this!” he yelled, his body shaking at your words. His body was rigid and his eyes dark, as if the happiness had been stripped away from him.

“Why won’t you ever listen?” you exclaimed, your voice breaking as you repressed tears. Your own body felt weak with exhaustion, your eyes that had once been filled with sparks now dull.“You know how I’ve felt about this. You know that I can’t keep waiting for you. All I do is wait for you!”

“You knew this going in!” he retorted, his frustrations showing on his face. His hands clenched into fists at his side as an unrecognizable feeling rushed through him. “This is my job!”

“So I’m never going to come first to you? God, Spencer. Do you even want to be with me?”

“I’m not doing this,” Spencer said in exasperation as your last question stung. “I’m not.”

You felt the tears in your eyes fight their way onto your cheeks as he walked away, slamming the door on his way out.

Your hands found their way to his shoulders, softly massaging into the tender skin. You hands moved expertly, working to undo the knots that had formed from the time he spent hunched over his case files. He grinned at your touch, his shoulders relaxing instantly. His own hand reached up to hold yours.

“You’ve been working for hours,” you murmured against the nape of his neck. The soft tickle of your lips against his skin was enough to send a pleasant shiver down his spine.

“I know,” he sighed as he placed his pen down. “I could use a break.”

“Well come on then,” you smiled as you pulled away, your face bright at the idea of getting some quality time with him. He took the hand you offered knowing he wouldn’t return to his work that night. Not when he had you in his arms.

“Tough night?” Morgan asked as he met Spencer at the bar. The text he had received from Spencer had been alarming, and his choice of meeting place indicated something was surely wrong. The two empty shot glasses that sat in front of him worried him even more.

“How do you do it? You and Savannah?” he asked, not bothering to meet his eye.

“It was difficult. I thought I could handle it, and for a while I did,” Morgan replied, suddenly understanding what was going on. “It was a lot of fights.”

“I feel like I’m losing my mind,” Spencer muttered as he held his head in his hands. He had tried to make things work, but how could he when he loved you and his job?

“I felt the same way,” Morgan agreed as he ordered his own drink. “But when Savannah was targeted, I had to make a choice. It was either her or the BAU.”

“You chose her,” Spencer stated. There was no resentment, no ill will in his voice. Just the fact that Morgan had chosen his family over his career, something that many others would have done as well.

“Yeah, I did. As much as I hate it, sometimes we have to make a choice, kid.”

Spencer nodded silently as Morgan took a drink, his mind offering him snippets of his life with you. It gave him the good times, and the bad. It gave him the arguments, the frustrations, the times he felt he wanted to rip his hair out, but it also gave him the image of you in the morning, the way you’d smile whenever he came home, the way you’d listen to him at ungodly times of the morning when he found himself in tears over reasons that were much too personal for anyone else to know.

“You have to think about it. Sometimes you just have to find the right person. I did, so did JJ, and she’s still part of the team. So you have to think long and hard. Are you going home to her because it’s what makes you happy, or are you just scared of coming home to an empty apartment?”

Spencer stared at Morgan, his lips pursed together at the question that held more weight than he ever expected it to.

Spencer walked into the apartment later than usual that night. He had gotten hung up at work and despite wanting to rush home to you, he just couldn’t find the time to get away. His feet ached and his stomach growled, but all he could think about was giving you a warm hug hello.

He smiled softly as he caught sight of you fast asleep on the small couch. You were still fully dressed, a blanket thrown over your shoulders as your soft snores filled the apartment. It was a sweet sight he had seen before whenever you’d stayed up in hopes of catching him when he arrived home. Most of the time your tiredness would win and he would come home to find you dead asleep, just like tonight.

He took one look in the kitchen immediately felt guilty. There on the counter was an extravagant dish, one that he knew you only prepared for special occasions. He sighed deeply as he picked up the small card you had left next to it.

Microwave for 1 minute. Happy Anniversary. Love, Y/N.

With work being as hectic as it had been with the latest case, the date had simply slipped his mind. He heated up the meal you had made, his heart aching as he realized he had made you eat alone that night.

You looked up as you heard the door open. Spencer walked in, a determined look on his face as he walked over to you and stopped a few feet away. You stood awkwardly against the wall. You had been about to head to bed, having given up on Spencer coming home anytime soon.

“Spence?”

“I want to be with you,” he said firmly.

“Wha-”

“I want to be with you, Y/N. I know that we don’t always work, and I know we probably both have better matches for us out there, but I don’t care. I don’t care about that because I want you.”

You looked at him, your expression contemplative as you processed his words. You had made a scene earlier about his constant working, about how he never made the effort to keep in contact when his head got so wrapped up in his work. If you were being honest to yourself, you just needed reassurance that there was still something to fight for in your relationship. Those words were all you needed to hear.

“I want you too.”

Spencer smiled, the joy that drained from your earlier argument finally returning to his heart. He closed the gap between you, his lips moving furiously against yours as his hands roamed like they did before. Your bodies pressed together in a fierce desperation, the passion between you reigniting again.

[#84] jihoon → 100 ways to say i love you

Originally posted by mountean

84:『 “the key is under the mat.” 』

pairing: lee jihoon x reader insert

genre: fluff

word count: 1,125

notes: wow!!!!!!!!! i actually got a request done this weekend!! im p happy w how this turned out hehe, wholesome soft fluff!!!!!!!!!!

→ 100wtsily prompts | masterlist

For once it is not the obnoxious bleating of his alarm clock that awakens Jihoon — nor does the light of the rising sun drip through his window and claw at his innocently sleeping eyes. No, what has him stirring out of sleep is the sound of his ringtone grinding against his eardrums; not the obnoxious tune he’s grown used to hearing every morning, but nearly just as ear-piercing. 

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X-men with pets headcannons

I had a lot of ideas with these so I’m doing them

Peter Maximoff-

-he would have a ton of animals
-it would start out with him adopting a dog
-then he fell in love with his dog and continued adopting more and more
-wherever he goes theirs at least two animals with him
-he will run all around the world just to get one animal he wants
-he gives them all equal attention
-their one of the only things he’ll slow down for
-he’s bad at training them because he doesn’t like to get made at them
-“Peter what is that?” “Oh that’s just Pac-man my sugar glider
-he names them after arcade game and movie characters

Jubilation Lee
-she loves animals
-everyone thinks she would get something small like a Maltese or a cat
-but nope she gets a Great Dane
-when it jumps on her it literally knocks her over
-she always carries treats in her purse or somewhere on her to give to her/him
-she’s really good at training them

Alex Summers
-he’s not an animal person at all
-he’s worried he’ll hurt them
-but one day he goes to an animal shelter and adopts a dog
-he wasn’t sure why
-he gets a golden retriever that’s 3-4 so he doesn’t have to train it
-it follows him around everywhere
-If Alex is in the bathroom so is his dog , if Alex is in the kitchen so is his dog
-he takes his dog on drives all the time

Hank Mccoy
-he doesn’t want animals he worried about not having time or forgetting about them
-so he gets a fish
-probably a beta
-it’s name is Atom
-he’ll watch atom swim sometimes
-he probably keeps him in his classroom
-he would put Atom in the lab but he doesn’t want something to happen to him
-the students will feed him if they think Hank forgot

Scott Summers
-he’s also worried about getting a pet
-he thinks it will jump on him and push his glasses off
-so he wanted to get something calm
-which resulted in him getting a Bearded Dragon
-their super calm and sometimes Scott will just walk around with it on his hand
-it is super calm and will just stay with him
-if he puts in on his desk during a class it probably won’t move from the spot

Erik Lehnsherr

-he’s not a animal person at all they remind him to much of his daughter (I don’t remember her name)
-one day a stray cat follows him home
-it starts living under his porch
-he puts food and water out for it and pets it
-eventually it let him pick it up
-after a while it starts sneaking into his house (more like Erik lets it come into the house)
-Erik installs a cat door into his house
-the cat comes in and out as it wants but most of the time it stays inside

Charles Xavier
-their are tons of stray cats running around outside of the mansion a lot of them don’t come to the door but he puts food out did the ones that do
-also he lets a lot of the students have pets
-he’s very used to animals
-so one day he decides to adopt a dog
-it’s a small dog and it will sit with him on his wheel chair
-if it’s not on his wheel chair it will still be right next to him
-he never uses a leash
-some of the students call the dog professor D (d for dog)

Ororo Munroe

-she gets a green Quaker Parrot
-it sits on her shoulder all day
-she’s also taught it some words and some songs
-she hates clipping its wings but does it so it doesn’t fly off while it’s on her shoulder or run into felling fans and windows
-it has a huge cage in her room but it’s never in it
-it’s always out and the cage door is also open
-the only time it’s in the cage is when she’s not at the mansion or when it’s eating

Warren Worthington iii
-he’s not a fan of animals at all he thinks they’ll get in the way
-but he got dragged into a pet store once (probably by jubilee) and one the animals fell in love with him
-it was a bunny it would push all they other bunnies out of the way when Warren tried to pet them
-he wasn’t going to get it but Jubilee convinced him to
-he quickly fell in love
-he tells people it chose him
-everyone was shocked when Warren brought home a bunny
-some people laughed (Scott)
-it’s name is probably something unusual for a bunny
-he calls it a rabbit not a bunny because he thinks it sounds more manlier

Kurt Wagner
-he loves animals
-he wants to adopt every animal he sees
-he’ll try to pick up strays off the streets which has resulted in him getting scratched
-one time he actually picks one up
-it was a small kitten
-after he’s held it and it doesn’t scratch him he takes it inside
-he really prepared for animals he has everything he thinks he would need
-toys, water bowls, wet food, dry food, a scratching post, a bed
-the cat bed was pointless because it always sleeps next to him by his head
-he completely cat Proofed his room

seferkohelet  asked:

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

I’ll own I love this trope.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, he does,” Castiel said.

“Then why don’t–”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello, Dean,” Castiel said. 

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

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

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

“Dean…when were you going to…”

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

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

Dean sighed and relaxed back against Castiel.

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

“Welcome to the family, Dean.”

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

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

Fortunes

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x female character
Request: 5, 12, and 48 from this prompt list/drabble challenge.
Rating: General audience
Words: 812

Her hand shakes as she unlocks the door to his apartment, opening the door slowly to not make any sounds. Realising that he hasn’t become aware of her presence she stills by the entrance. She takes a few deep breaths to relax.

“Honey, I’m home!” she lilts, then laughs at her own words. “That is probably the cheesiest thing I have ever said.”

“Well, I like that you’re so cheesy.” Shawn appears in the hallway, stretching out his arms to her with a big grin on his face.

“Hey, you’re the cheesy one!”

“Whatever you say,” he says. He pulls her into him, pecking her lips before he reaches for the bags in her hand. “Let me get those.”

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