it really pains me that even though seunghyun was actively seeking help from a psychiatrist for the struggles he was facing because he was aware he couldn’t face them alone, he was ultimately not able to receive any assistance whatsoever. instead of help, more cameras were shoved in his face, more malicious comments were written about him, and more pressure was placed on his shoulders. this whole situation really just disgusts me tbh.
“I mean, we always share blankets on the couch, I’m sure sharing a bed for the night will be fine,” Stiles said but somehow Derek didn’t share Stiles’ optimism.
To celebrate the end of the fall semester, the pack decided to go on vacation together. There had been a vote and while a few of them would have preferred a trip to somewhere tropical and warm, ultimately camping won out.
As it just so happened, Derek’s family owned a luxury cabin nestled comfortably in the Rocky Mountains on the very edge of the Hales’ vast territory. It was perfect for the pack vacation, far enough away from civilization that everyone could have some well deserved uninterrupted downtime but close enough to a nearby town that they did not have to go without modern amenities.
The cabin was beautiful, made of dark stained oak with large windows that let the pale winter sunlight shine into the living room and gave the cabin a bit of a Frank Lloyd Wright feel. It had a large stone fireplace that warmed the whole house, a beautiful centerpiece to the wondrous cabin.
Along with the multiple bedrooms and spacious living room, the cabin boasted a fancy modern kitchen with cherry wood cabinets and dark granite countertops. The oven was brand new, along with the other appliances, stainless steel and unused.
While Derek had not visited the cabin since before the fire, he made sure that it was always well maintained, routinely buying the best new appliances and other amenities. Every few weeks, a professional cleaning service came and tended to the house, even when it wasn’t necessarily needed.
Throughout his childhood, the cabin had been a home away from home for him, always instilling a deep calm in him that couldn’t be matched by anything else. That was one of the reasons why he wanted to take the pack to the cabin so much, wanting to share his snowy sanctuary with the most important people in his life.
Fortunately, the cabin had the perfect amount of bedrooms for the pack, five in total. But then Peter had to go and ruin their plans.
Originally the bedrooms had been divided up with Boyd and Erica in one room, Kira and Allison in one, and Scott and Isaac in another. The two remaining rooms had been given to Derek and Stiles, both Peter and Jackson opting not to visit the cabin.
But then, in true Peter fashion, Derek’s uncle had shown up unexpectedly at the cabin with two suitcases and a shit eating grin, claiming he had changed his mind and would love to spend some time in the family cabin. Of course, that meant that the rooming arrangements had to be altered.
First, it was suggested that Peter just sleep on one of the couches in the living room. But, of course, that just wasn’t good enough for Peter and he demanded a room for himself.
Then, Scott had invited Stiles to room with him and Isaac but both Stiles and Isaac vehemently refused. Isaac was looking forward to spending break with his boyfriend and Stiles didn’t want to be stuck in a room with his best friend and his new boyfriend, it was bad enough he had already walked in on them a few times.
Next, Derek had volunteered to sleep on the couch and give Stiles his room. The couches were definitely comfortable enough to spend a handful of nights on and Derek didn’t really mind.
Stiles had counter offered to ride the couch, instead, insisting that it was Derek’s cabin and he should get a comfy bed to sleep in. They had started bickering about it, both of them coming up with various reasons why they should be the one relegated to the couch, when Peter had chimed in and offered to share a bedroom with Stiles.
His hackles rising, Derek had growled that he and Stiles would share a room, punctuating his announcement by grabbing both his and Stiles’ suitcases and carrying them up the stairs to the master bedroom. Stiles had jogged after him with a shocked squeak, his pillow clutched tightly in his arms.
Still without a laptop, but wanted to get these little cuties out the way
Noctis watched as you put on your lip gloss coating, blue eyes blinking in confusion as you puckered your lips, smearing the goop further on your lips. You had stated it was because your lip stain was starting to dry and crack your lips, and you had to look beautiful for your Prince 24/7.
“Can I use some?” Noctis asked.
You blinked in confusion, holding out the ‘hydration stick’ as was so delicately written on the side. Only to stare in confusion as Noctis grabbed your wrist, was he expecting for you to put it on him. You gasped as he pulled you forward, pressing his lips against your own, only for the Prince to pull away with a smile, while your brain was having to restart. Forgetting that your Prince had moments of suaveness.
“Thanks.” He called turning around to avoid you from seeing his blush.
He couldn’t stop bouncing, he was so excited, it had been less than 48 hours and it was absolute perfection! Well, every moment that you were in his life was perfection but this was like an upgrade of perfection.
DLC S rank Level perfection!
Anyone who had seen you two together, they knew right off the back that your relationship was built off of love, trust and understand, and a lot of kisses and nuzzles and some tears, mostly on Prompto’s end.
Prompto looked down at his phone, seeing the text message from Noctis.
“How’s the honeymoon going?”
Prompto looked back up, his vision slightly blurred from the champagne that seemed to keep reappearing in the room.
“My wife’s in the kitchen, tipsy asf, making cookies topless Being married is #Goals and Dope asf” He managed to send back.
“Sunshine, I made too much cookie dough, help me eat it!”
Prompto didn’t need to be told twice! It was always amazing being married to one of your best friends.
Gladiolus stared down at you on the floor, his face impassive as you sobbed uncontrollably.
“Babe…” He began on to have you wail louder. “Babe.”
“I…I can’t see you anymore! I won’t let you hurt me again!” You wailed from the floor, on your yoga mat within your shared apartment.
Gladiolus rolled his eyes, every time, every single time, “It was a sit-up. You did one sit-up.”
“Darling?” Ignis called stepping into the apartment.
“Oh, Iggy-Dear welcome home.” You cooed standing up from the couch, rubbing a sleepy eye. “How was work?”
You suddenly noticed that your boyfriend was attempting to not stare at you, yet still, the pink blush on his cheeks was hard to not notice. You thought that perhaps he had caught a cold, so you rose your hand, flailing one of the sleeves to expose your hand, resting a hand against his cheek.
“Do you feel fine?”
Ignis cleared his throat, his eyes roaming over the large creme knitted sweater that belonged to him. Held on your petite form, it covered the skirt you were wearing and the sleeve hung low covering your hands. The neck much larger on you, exposing quite a bit of your shoulders and neck.
“You don’t seem to have a fever.” You cooed, pulling back your hand, the sleeves going to cover your hands again. “I can handle dinner tonight for the boys if you’re feeling under the weather…Ek Ignis!”
The man wrapped his arms around you, sweeping you off your feet, his lips pressed against your own, only for him to break away whispering huskily in your ear. “You’re not leaving the room at all.”
They had to admit, when you had stepped out of Cor’s office earlier today, you didn’t seem upset, simply in deep thought your lips in a pressed line. This was hours ago, yet you still hadn’t said anything about it. Yet the silent glances between them and quick avoidance when you caught their eye was starting to annoy you.
“So what do you guys wanna ask me?” You inquired, setting down your fork, looking to the four men.
“Well, we wanna know…” Prompto begun, yet seemed to shrink underneath the look you were giving him.
Ignis sighed, turning those green eyes toward you, “We wanted to inquire as to why you were called into the Marshall’s office today.”
You burst out laughing, it actually startled them, as they were not expecting for you to do that. You attempted to get your laughter under control, yet continued laughing hysterical as you attempted to stop laughing. Only when you had developed a case of the hiccups did you finally manage to stop laughing and go into a giggle.
“Okay…Ok.” You giggled. “So, he asked me to stepped into his office, and I was told to stop calling fellow members of the Glavie ‘Fake Hos.’ The only person I call a Fake Ho is…”
“Furia.” Gladiolus chuckled, as you begun to giggle again.
“Freakin Chad, told the Marshall I was calling him a Fake Ho, after he zapped me twice in training.” You cackled. “That Fake Ho.”