best treatment ever

summer4skinny  asked:

Hi Could you do a headcanon for the RFA + V + Searan about MC who is bullied and tries to kill her self (Sorry if this is too much) I'm just really curious how they would react to my situation irl) Ps. You don't have to if you don't want to Love Vera~❤️️💜💙

Hello darling, I hope you are happy and not thinking about killing yourself now :)
Please look forward for the future because I’m sure there is going to be a better time!

Anyways, enjoy! -And I stopped at V and Saeran because….. I ran out of ideas. again.-


  • He got a call from the building’s super that there’s a strange smell coming and the above tenants are complaining
  • Zen told him you’re at home, he can just ring or knock
  • But the super said there’s no answer. Weird, when he left MC said she’s staying home
  • He rushes home and the super’s are waiting with a red fiery face. He doesn’t care, he is worried for you
  • You had turned the gas on high, the apartment smells so much. He opened the windows immediately and let the air out
  • Then, he found you lying on the floor. His heart dropped.
  • He brought you to the nearby hospital. Thankfully, the doctor said you can be saved.
  • Zen thought it was an accident but then you told him you tried to kill yourself.
  • Stays home the whole week. Finds a good counsellor to help you with your problems.
  • Comforts you, cheers you up as many times as he can.


  • He was home early that day. He comes home and calls for you but no answer. The maid said you left after breakfast.
  • He called you, but the ringing phone was in the bedroom.
  • Jumin got worried because none of his staff had seen you too.
  • He demanded the building’s security to check the CCTV
  • They found you climbing the emergency stairs to the building’s roof.
  • Jumin rushes over and found you sitting on the edge, feet dangling in the air. His face turns pale.
  • “MC! It’s dangerous! Come here!”, he called.
  • “Don’t stop me, Jumin!”
  • You turned your body and Jumin was walking towards you.
  • You throw the wine bottle in your hand to the ground. Making a glass floor between you and him.
  • “Don’t come near me, Jumin!”
  • Jumin took of his leather shoes and socks and starts walking towards you. The glasses biting deep into his foot. Leaving traces of blood by each step.
  • “Nothing will ever stop me from coming for you.”
  • You are taken aback by his gesture and unaware when he scoops you up.
  • Showers you with love even more than before. Spends time with you as much as he can. Tries to find a professional that can help relieve your mind.


  • He came home late because he had a last minute patient that took a while
  • MC usually already had dinner prepared
  • But there was none at the table when he got home
  • He called for MC but no answer
  • He thought MC is still showering
  • But instead found MC lying unconscious inside the bathtub with bloodied water and a razor on the other hand
  • Freaks out
  • Did first aid on the slit wound on the wrists and takes MC to the hospital afterwards
  • Glad he wasn’t the tiniest bit late, but swears to never come home late again
  • Asks you about your problem and helps you with it.


  • You bought sleeping pills online
  • That was the wrong step
  • There’s nothing online that Seven would miss, especially about you
  • But he chooses not to ask you just yet, because you’re still happy and cheerful as always.
  • But still he keeps an eye on you from time to time.
  • Until one day he went out for a moment and forgot to tell Vanderwood to keep an eye on you
  • He’s too late
  • He got home and the pill bottle was already emptied out
  • You’re unconscious and responsive
  • Drives like crazy to the hospital and demanded for best treatment the hospital can ever give
  • Asks you about it. Jokes that he’ll take revenge for you. Tries to make you happier and happier with his jokes and cheerfulness. Makes you his number one priority all the time.
What Do YOU Want? Pt. 10

A Kwon Jiyong series ft. Kim Jiwon

Genre: Angst/Fluff *******VERY light smut

Word count: 4,500+

Summary: The most important person in the world to you can appear most often when you least expect it. But through everything, you can’t forget about you and your own happiness. Who are you happy with? Who is the best for you?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 

(A/N: All right we’re not even going to comment on the word count anymore. I thoroughly enjoyed writing this part and hope you all enjoy reading it!)

Originally posted by selva3bd

You were grateful for Bobby’s patience as you sat in silence, unable to reply to him as your anxious mind attempted to process everything that happened in the last ten minutes. Jiyong and you had been in the same room for the first time in well over six months and only one of you knew this; the same one that remained sat in a fetal position on the ground, limbs trembling beneath a wave of uncertainty. The way he spoke about you with Bobby had your head spinning.

You needed answers.

With a deep breath, you closed your eyes and attempted to preserve your sanity amongst the chaos. “Well, I’m ready to hear it if you’re ready to tell it.”

Keep reading


Pairing: Hotch x Reader

Word Count: 1,670

Request: Yes!! Leave any requests here

Warnings: smut

Summary: Requester asked:  “Can you possibly do a passionate but rough Aaron smut. Like honeymoon sex.”  Get ready folks.

Originally posted by profiler-in-training

Aaron waited in the lobby of the hotel for you, watching the rest of the visitors dance around the vacant floor and hold each other close.  He was aching to feel you in his arms again, finally as his wife.

It’s been about three days since you exchanged your vows and promised each other to have and to hold till death do you part, and he kept calling you Mrs. Hotchner in awe of the way it sounded.  He was the luckiest man on earth, he knew that much.

In Cancun for your honeymoon, Aaron decided to shower you in luxury the entire time, giving you the absolute best treatment any woman could ever hope for.  You were staying at the Le Blanc Spa Resort, Aaron not settling for anything less, and you were just so grateful to have such a caring man.  

On the third night of your honeymoon, the resort was having something of a party, streamers and a stage with a band playing live music in the back of the lobby for the beach-clad patrons.  Men wore Hawaiian shirts and woman sported leis and maxi skirts.  The sight of sun kissed couples filled the room, but Aaron’s eyes were on you. 

You stood at the elevator doors, a large yellow hibiscus placed delicately behind your ear.  The coral sarong that was tied around your waist fell beautifully at your feet, and on top you wore your favorite white lace crop top, giving your adoring husband a glimpse of what he craved oh so much.

The minute his eyes found yours, his heart skipped a beat and his face lit up almost as much as it had when you first appeared at the end of the aisle three days before clad in white elegance.  

He looked at you as if he were seeing you for the first time, and your heart swelled at the thought of his love for you.

“You, Mrs. Hotchner, look absolutely stunning,” he said when you finally made your way to him.  Your blush was immediate and you couldn’t help but smile down at your flip flops.

“Thank you very much, Mr. Hotchner,” you replied with a grin.  Standing up on your tippy-toes, you gave your husband a quick peck on the lips, your smiles firmly pressed against each other.

“Care to dance?” he asked, holding his hand out for you.  You smile again and take his hand, letting him lead you out onto the dance floor,

Despite Aaron’s usually hard and strict demeanor, he knew how to have fun.  The two of you danced around to the upbeat songs the band was playing, all laughs and dreamy eyes.  He spun you around multiple times, sending you into fits of giggles each time as you loved this cute, playful side of him.

After a few fun and light-hearted songs, the band decided to slow things down a bit, giving you a chance to hold your hubby close.  He smelled so sweet, and he was becoming more and more irresistible by the minute.  

He held you so gently, yet firm.  It was just like the reception of your wedding when the two of you shared your first dance as husband and wife.

Dancing in the middle of the dance floor, it felt like it was just the two of you.  The sound of chatter was soon drowned out by that of the slow, melodic song the band played and all you could hear was the music and your heartbeats.

Leaning back, you looked up at Aaron.  “Thank you,” you said.  It was probably the thousandth time your had thanked him for this amazing weekend, and you knew you would probably do it until the day you died.

“I would do anything for you, Y/N,” he replied.  His eyes were so sincere.  Your heart once again palpitated at the amount of love you felt for this man.  “I love you so much,” he finished.

“I love you, too Aaron,” you told him before pulling his face to yours, giving him the most passionate kiss you felt was possible.

* * *

An hour and a half later, you and Aaron were back in the comfort of your suite, sipping on complimentary wine and stealing shy glances at each other like a couple of teenagers.

“What?” you asked.  Aaron was looking at you with a giant grin on his face.  He always did that, but this man made you feel so shy for some reason.

“You’re just so goddamn beautiful,” he told you.  Once again, you blushed crimson and looked down at your glass of wine.  “And you’re my wife.”  When he said this, it sounded almost as if he was still shocked that you had said yes two years ago when he’d asked you to marry him.

“And you’re my husband,” you replied, taking a sip of the red juice.

“And I am so lucky,” he said, standing from his spot to inch closer to you.  You sat your glass onto the table next to you, ready to embrace your husband.  But instead of him sitting next to you, he took your hands in his and pulled you up out of your seat.

“Aaron, I am all danced out, I don’t think I can-”

“I don’t want to dance with you.  I want to make love to you,” he said simply.  Your heart fluttered at the sound of those words put together.  Man, did he have an affect on you.  You felt your face heat up fro the millionth time that day and let your man pull you to the bedroom.

Slowly, he back your up until the back of your knees were touching the bed.  You still wore the crop top and sarong, but in no time, Aaron pulled loose the tiny knot at your waist and the flowing fabric fell at your feet, revealing the tiny bikini bottoms you were wearing.  Your fingers worked at the buttons on his shirt, pulling it off him swiftly.  There was music playing from somewhere in the suite, the soft hum of a guitar and a man singing in a language that you didn’t understand, but sounded heavenly.

You were looking into each others eyes so deeply, and you wondered if Aaron could see through you, he was a profiler after all.

Soon, you had Aaron’s shorts pooled at his feet and he had your bikini bottoms across the room.  Despite being incredibly turned on and wanting more, the two of you took it incredibly slow.

“I love you Y/N Hotchner,” he whispered in your ear, sending a shiver clean down your spine.

“I love your Aaron Hotchner,” you replied in a voice just as soft.

Without a second to waste, he placed his lips to yours, giving you a hot feeling at the pit of your stomach.  You were so aroused but at the same time, you felt nothing but passion in that moment with your husband.

As if he knew you were craving his touch, he reached down between you two and placed his palm flat against your heat.  You moaned with pleasure into his mouth.  He smiled after feeling how ready you were.  Leaning back, he pushed you gently back onto the bed.  You were now laying in from of him, almost completely bare.  When he stepped back to remove his briefs, you weren’t surprised to see his member sticking straight out, evidence of his incredible arousal.

You moaned again just at the sight of him, wanting to feel him inside of you.  You knew it wouldn’t be long.  Aaron liked to go slow, but he was always one to give in.

He slowly knelt down to climb on top of you, he mouth enveloping yours once more.  You knew he was about to cave and give up the slow vanilla soon, so you decided to push his desires more, grabbing onto his cock and slowly pumping him.  Your plan was working, because he then moaned into your mouth this time.

Roughly, he grabbed your wrist from his member and pushed it above your head, holding it tightly so you couldn’t get loose.

But his torture didn’t stop there.  In the next three seconds, his other hand was at your center again, gently rubbing away at your clit.  His mouth explored the flesh of your neck, and your free hand was holding tightly to the bed sheets, desperately grasping to hold onto your climax for as long as possible.  

He wasn’t even inside of you, and you were already so close to the edge.  But you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of making you come with so little contact, so you released the sheets and grabbed onto his hand, making him halt his actions.  You were too ready to feel him fill you up.

“I love you,” he whispered against your neck.  He finally caved and pushed himself inside of you.  Each of his hands were holding onto yours above your head.  You moaned again at the feeling of him enveloped inside of your walls.

“I love you,” you whispered back.

His thrusts were steady at first, slow and beautiful, but it didn’t take long for him to speed up his pace little by little, each time, his tip hitting you deeper and deeper.  You could practically feel him in your stomach when you finally came, screaming out his name to the ceiling, not caring who might’ve heard you.

A few second and a few more rough but slow thrusts later, Aaron reached his limit as well, releasing inside of you.

The man on the radio was singing about his hermoso amor but along with the sultry sound of his voice and the strum of his guitar, you heart the beating hearts of you and your husband and the panting breaths of two people spent.

It was a beautiful sound in your ears and you pulled your husbands face to yours again, giving him a long, passionate kiss to end the night right.

anonymous asked:

LISTEN . hoseok being sick and not being able to do a show so yoongi takes care of him and babies him all night and hoseok feels so giddy n lucky LISTEN I RLLY LOVE YOONSEOK OK :-(

aAaAAA yoongi spends the entire show on the piano worrying about hoseok and as soon as its over, he bolts out the door to meet his lover and give him the best treatment ever (its also the first time namjoom and jimin see yoongi move so fast)

rowanred81  asked:

Clexa...or Pricefield? Yeah, I know, I'm being a butt. Just teasing you ;P

Both, honestly XD

I mean I fucking love Max and Chloe, that’s pretty obvious. And that’s the only reason I need to ship Pricefield like a piece of trash. But on the other hand, the way the fate of their relationship is sealed in-game has so many undeniable shortcomings. So I guess we all feel obligated to create fanart and fanfics to fix it.

Meanwhile, Clexa’s getting the best canon treatment I’ve ever seen a gay pairing get on a TV Show, I think. No fixing needed. And Eliza Taylor and ADC are excellent actresses and absolute eye-candy, so yeah…

Conclusion is I need to draw more Clexa :p

Double The Presents (Steve/Reader)

requested by anon

reader’s birthday is close to Christmas and steve takes full advantage of it


“So, what do you want for your birthday?” Your boyfriends voice startles you as your straightening your hair.

You drop the straighter in surprise and it lands a few inches from your feet.

“Dammit, Rogers!” You scold him while he gives you a shy smile.


Glaring at the super soldier, you pick up the straighter and proceed with your hair.

“So let me ask again, what do you want for your birthday?”

You shrug before speaking, “You don’t have to get me something for my birthday and Christmas, it’s too much.”

“C'mon!” Steve whined while stomping his foot like a little kid.

You chuckled at your childish boyfriend, “Don’t be a baby! Now let’s go before we’re late, you know Tony won’t let us live that down.”


Waking up to any empty bed on your birthday wasn’t the best thing.

Stretching your arm across Steve’s side, you feel a small in the middle of the bed.

Furrowing your brows, you pick up the red box that has a sticky note attached.

The note read, “Goodmorning doll, meet me downstairs at 11:00am! Love, Steve.”

What did he have planned today?

Opening the box, you find a beautiful necklace with your birthstone in the middle.

You quickly got dressed seeing that it was already 10:45am and went downstairs to see Steve standing over the stove.

“The necklace is gorgeous.” You softly spoke as Steve turned to face you.

A smile made it’s way onto his lips, “I’m glad you liked it.” He made his way towards you before wrapping his arms around your waist, yours immediately went around his neck.

Kissing Steve never got old, his kisses always made you feel like you were floating on air.

Pulling away, he rested his forehead against yours before speaking, “Today’s gonna be all about you. Whatever you want to do, we’ll do it.”

“Well I just want to stay in and cuddle so..” You trailed off while giving him a smile.

“Then that’s what we’ll do.” He returned the smile before guiding you in the direction of the table. “But first, we eat breakfast.”


Steve pampered you to the fullest on your birthday, the whole day was filled with little gifts and the best treatment ever.

Now, it was five days later and Christmas Day.

You really weren’t expecting Steve to get you anything, like you told him, but of course he never listens.

“STEVE ROGERS, GET YOUR PATRIOTIC ASS DOWN HERE NOW!” You shouted from the bottom of the stairs as you looked over at your Christmas tree which overflowed with presents.

“Language, Y/N!” Steve playfully scolded as he met your glare.

“What’s all this? I told you that you didn’t have to get me double the presents!”

Your boyfriend chuckled before wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you towards him, “I know what you told me, but I wanted to. You deserve all the presents.”

Little comments like that made you realize what an amazing guy you had.

A smile took the place of the frown that was on your face as you looked up at him, “Now how can I stay mad at you when you say stuff like that?”

Steve shrugged as he unwrapped his arms from you and started handing you presents.

Most of them we’re sweaters, dresses, perfumes and little notebooks and stuff that you mentioned you liked.

After both of you finished opening your gifts, you began picking up all the wrapping paper when you spotted a little box in the back of the tree.

Puzzled, you picked it up and read the tag, it was from Steve to you.

“Babe?” You called.


You held up the box, “Missed one?”

Steve broke out into a grin before kneeling on one knee and grabbing a hold of your hands which still held the box.

Your eyes widened.

“Y/N, the love of my life, will you marry me?”

“Yes a million times yes!” You exclaimed while wrapping your arms around his shoulders which caused him to fall back.

Giggling, you pulled apart and kissed him.

“Now, Mrs.Rogers, I think we should go meet up with everybody and tell them the good news.” Steve had his infamous grin on his face.

“I think we should too, Mr.Rogers.”

You really did have the best guy ever.

promisesyoumadetome  asked:

After all the spoilers that have come out today, do you think that Regina could/would ever forgive Zelena? She's done some serious damage since the their conversation in the sherif's office.

I do think she could forgive her. I know people have been saying that Zelena spoiled her second chance – but Regina did too, or are we all forgetting the whole Cora thing in season two? And was season 2 even Regina’s second chance? Snow gave her the option to turn toward goodness instead of being executed in The Cricket Game - and Regina’s immediate response was to try to murder her. She wasn’t ready then.

And Zelena wasn’t ready at the end of last season, it seems.

But Regina understands better than anyone how difficult it is to turn from the darkness when that’s all you’ve had, and how hard it can be to see the possibility and merits of love and acceptance when all you’ve ever been given is loneliness and vengeance. I’d imagine that the time spent with Robin and Roland is probably some of the best treatment Zelena has ever had in her life - and these are people who were perfectly willing to extend that same treatment to Regina, despite all the evil she’d done. People who believed in capacity for change.

So I do think that if Zelena wants to change, if she is open to the possibility of change, if she is offered a chance to perhaps find a place for herself amongst this town and earn her own way toward having that support system she has never really had before, Regina would be able to forgive and allow that - even help that - to happen.

But I do think she’s gonna be pretty fuckin’ pissed off about the whole thing. I don’t think her capacity for forgiveness in any way overrides her capacity for anger.