just wanted to see what he'd look like with red hair

anonymous asked:

Do you have personal headcanons for how the choi twins would be if their dad raised them? I feel like their mom made him out to be a demon, but what if he was just worried about his kids living with a wild alcoholic, y'know?? Maybe he'd raise then in secrecy or pass them on to a respected friend? Anyone BUT their mom D:

I have to admit anonny, this has been one of my favorite requests that I’ve ever written! This is such an interesting idea and, as you can tell by the long length, I had a lot of fun writing this one! I was also in a more angsty mood since like you said, Saeyoung and Saeran deserve to be raised by anyone other then their mother because screw her! Anyways, I sincerely hope that you enjoy!! ^^

Seven and Unknown 

  • The Choi’s father had always kept a close eye on Saeyoung and Saeran not because he wanted them eliminated, but because he was worried for them
  • He had some of his men report to him that their mother, his former lover, had become an abusive alcoholic who was clearly unfit to raise the twins
  • So one day when the twins were about eleven years old, their father gathered enough evidence to use in court against his former lover
  • He barged into the shabby home one day with plenty of his men to find their mother brutally beating Saeran while Saeyoung was trying desperately to shield his brother
  • The twin’s father’s stomach twisted into knots as he saw how malnourished the boys looked coupled with severe red marks from beatings that decorated their skin and a look in their eyes that could only be desrcibed as pure fear
  • It all happened in a blur for the twins, one minute their mother was beating them, the next she was taken away by police, then they suddenly found themselves walking into the enormous mansion that was known as their father’s home
  • Saeyoung looked around suspiciously as he kept Saeran close to him, his brother looking frightened as he hid behind his twin, clinging desperately onto his shoulder
  • It truly broke their father’s heart to see his twins like this but he had a feeling that their fear of him was from more than their mother’s cruelty
  • So he crouched down to meet their eye level, Saeyoung defensively holding his brother behind him while Saeran jumped as their father asked them why they were so scared
  • “It’s because mother told us that you were trying to kidnap us and then kill us. She said that we would ruin your chances of becoming an elected official if word ever got out about us.”
  • Saeyoung’s words cut deep into his father’s heart, the guilt of leaving them with their mother was becoming overwhelming
  • That night, their father led them into their own separate rooms to sleep in but Saeran started crying that he didn’t want to sleep alone so when the boy’s father checked on them in the middle of the night, he found Saeran wrapped protectively in Saeyoung’s arms as the two slept soundly
  • After much consideration, their father decided to raise them in secrecy until he could find them a proper family to live with
  • He noticed that his boys were still uncomfortable around him so he had his staff take care of them while he watched from afar
  • The twin’s father watched in awe at how much food they ate, how much they slept, and just how much Saeyoung and Saeran truly loved each other
  • He let Saeyoung, now accompanied by Saeran, go to church with security guards and saw how they met a couple, a petite girl with blonde hair and a tall man with pastel blue hair
  • While the twins were always on guard around their father, they both slowly started realizing that their mother may have been telling them lies about their father
  • Their father let them live as normal as a life as he could, but as the twins grew older he realized that it was becoming tougher to keep their existence hidden
  • When Saeyoung and Saeran were seventeen years old, their father told them that he bought them a small house for them to live in together
  • He also enlisted the help of Rika and V, the twin’s church friends, to watch over them and even let them join the RFA
  • On the day of their departure, the twin’s father looked at his boys with a look that was sadden mixed with pride
  • Their father placed a hand on each of their shoulders, secretly happy that neither boy flinched, and told them how sorry he was for not helping them sooner and how he couldn’t spend more time with them
  • Saeyoung thanked their father for all that he did as Saeran agreed, both of them having small smiles forming on their lips
  • From that day forward, the twin’s father secretly kept a close eye on his boys, incredibly proud of how they each became their own person as he prayed every night for the boys to find joy in their lives
  • Saeyoung and Saeran could never forget their haunting past when they were with their mother, however they both would always remember the good times that they spent together as their father saved them and for that, they would both be eternally grateful

anonymous asked:

Do you think Sirius would be the kind of of that would have missed you all summer so in spetember when you guys go back he'd find an empty compartment on the train and fuck you (lowkey want you to write this cause fucK)

To answer your question- Y E S I D O !

I think he’s been just aching to see your face again, to run your hair through his fingers, to hear the sound you make as he enters you…

So the minute he turns around and sees you trying to quietly slide open his compartment door, he pulls you into his lap and his lips attach to any skin they can find. Your jaw, your neck, your lips all covered by his hot mouth. The boys all groan and cover their eyes, making a big dramatic to-do about your PDA.

“Merlin, just find another car, would you?” James whines, looking at the two of you in disgust.

“Maybe we will,” Sirius replies, grabbing your hand and pulls you out into the hallway. His hands stay tight on your hips, not wanting to remember what it was like when he couldn’t feel you.

It’s not long before you find an empty compartment. Sirius ushers you in, mindful to draw the blinds and lock the door behind him. You waste no time in undressing each other, ties flying and shirts pushed to the floor. It had been so long since you last felt his smooth chest. You raked your nails down his front, leaving red rake marks in his skin. That dark look came over his eyes and he’s pushing you into the red bench, roughly tugging down your panties.

“Promise I’ll make love to ya later,” he grinned before sliding his length into you. A loud gasp came from you as you learned to adjust to him once again. “Oh sweetheart,” he moaned, moving in and out of you, “I’ve missed you so much.”

The feeling of his skin on yours sent shockwaves over your body. You were discovering each other all over again. Every touch felt like the first time he had ever put his hands on you. He was losing the rhythm of his thrusts, soon to find his release. A few more stokes and was throwing his head back, flinging his long and wild hair with him. His chest heaved as he slowly pulled out of you, smiling a wide smile.

“I missed you too, Pads.” You ran your hands over his thighs, smiling up from under him. He leaned back down and gave you a soft kiss, just happy to see you smile at him again.

One time Fry races into his and Bender’s apartment, sneakers skidding on the floor as he runs into the bathroom, and hastily opens the door only to almost pee himself (he’s already painfully held it in for hours now) as Bender shrieks and slams the door so harshly it falls off of it’s hinges at the top.

Neither of them make a sound for a moment, and after checking that he didn’t actually pee his pants, Fry tentatively opens the door. And there is Bender, trying to struggle out of one of his spare red jackets , wearing a similar face to the one he wears when the police are about to get him. Fry knows that face to usually mean he needs to run, but he doesn’t think he needs to run right now.

Bender looks up at Fry from between the buttons (which are askew) with wide optics and his arms tangled in the red sleeves over his head. They both pause, and Fry thinks that if Bender needed to breath he would have stopped then, either out of shock or want to die of embarrassment. Fry isn’t really sure what he should be feeling in this moment, but finds himself some place in-between really really happy to find Bender in his jacket for whatever reason and really really blushy. Also he really really has to pee.

He settles for praying that his face isn’t as red as his hair and slowly walking over to the still still - Ha, still still - robot, vaguely wondering if Bender could malfunction and if he’d have to carry him somewhere to get fixed. Fry honestly couldn’t carry Bender, he’d have to call Leela, she’s probably the only one that was strong enough, her biceps are huge. Fry wishes his biceps were that huge, then he could give Bender piggy back rides and hold him in his arms. Fry shakes his head, that was beside the point, whatever the point was.

Fry coughs awkwardly, looking at the dirty shower curtain behind them - Oh, there’s the pepperoni he thought fall in the drain when he was eating pizza in the shower, he’ll have to eat that later - as he gently pulls Bender’s arms down and idly rebuttons the shirt for him. His hands end up resting on Bender’s chest, fingers pitter-pattering in a nervous and stuttered rhythm. Fry hums, this feels nice.

Fry looks up to the mirror to find Bender looking intensely at him and jumps a little, pulls his hands back to rest by his sides. Fry doesn’t really know what’s he’s doing, but he never knows what he’s doing or supposed to be doing, so he doesn’t really care anyway.

Fry bounces on the balls of his feet and watches the lines of Bender’s mouth guard move listlessly, no sound coming out, and suddenly feels an urgent need to reassure Bender that they were cool.

Fry coughs again and steps back, one hand tangling in his bright hair and the other shoved deep into his pocket, fingers playing with the lint there. He looks away from Bender,

“You can, uh,” Fry scratches his head and tries again, says too loudly and too rushed, “Feel free to keep the jacket, Bender! I have, like, twenty hundred of them, so…”

Fry trails off, thinking that was probably a good point to end the conversation. He nods to himself in congratulations, happy he didn’t say anything weird or stupid, and reaches behind himself around to open the door behind him. He fumbles a bit with the doorknob, its a little lower then he’s used to with the door being off a hinge as it was, and looks over his shoulder to see Bender still has his optics locked on his. The robot still hasn’t made a sound.

“Um…” Fry’s breath catches a bit and he gives Bender a once over without thinking, eyes lingering over the way his jacket stretches over Bender’s round shoulders. They kind of makes Fry think of a trashcan, but an attractive one. Not that Bender’s a trashcan, or that Fry’s attracted to trashcans, because he’s not, Bender just- looks really good all the time. If he was a trashcan Fry’s sure he would be an attractive one, Bender could probably be an attractive anything if he tried. Again, not that Fry’s attracted to trashcans. Fry shakes his head and starts over,

“You look really good in it, too! The red really brings out your, uh, metal or something.”

Fry falters and turns back around quickly, hand rattling the doorknob, “Anyway, I’m just gonna-” he bolts before Bender can respond.

Fry groans as he runs, why did he have to go and say something weird? He was doing so good! Now he has to find somewhere else to pee before his bladder erupts.

Fry runs past the kitchen before skidding to a stop, turning around, and looks from the kitchen sink, to the direction of the bathroom, and back again… Are there laws in the future against peeing in the kitchen sink?

anonymous asked:

In the Jedi Apprentice series, from what I remember, Obi-Wan promises Qui-Gon that he will never turn to the Dark side as a way of reassuring him that he will never turn into another Xanatos. Perhaps if Dooku (or anyone else) had even heard of this then maybe he'd understand why he could never turn Obi-Wan. Maybe would you want to try writing something that explores this please ...aka, my belief Obi-Wan remained loyal to the Light because of an old promise to Qui-Gon.

Darkness exists in every heart.

This is true for everyone and only the foolish argues that there is no darkness in a person.

Everyone faces temptation and the promise of power can lure even the most stalwart of companions from the side of light.

And then onto the scene steps Obi-Wan Kenobi, gaze greener then the lush fields that surrounds the lakes of Naboo with the sun in his copper hair that makes it look like the embodiment of fire is walking among them. Light seems to exude from his very pores and when he smiles it seems to put faith in even the darkest of hearts.

Standing in the darkness like a beacon of light, this Jedi seems to have no dark side. An ocean of wisdom and warmth like a sun that brightens any shadows.

How can anyone be this light, this pure, this untempted?

The answer is they can’t.

But Obi-Wan Kenobi made an old promise that he honors even years later and after the one he gave the promise to is gone into the Force.

Its what keeps him on the path of light, an old burning promise in his chest that he nurtures and reminds himself of everyday, letting it grow inside of him, letting its vines curl around his heart and his soul as he each time turns away from the whispered promises of power and strength.

In a wild chase towards a corrupted holocron his promise hears the light for the first time in in twenty three years as Obi-Wan’s hand curls around the broken shard of construction before Ventress can snatch it.

He feels it latch onto him, to his light, its corruption trying to find a way past his defenses and for a moment he falters, for a moment the vines curled around his heart slackens before his own words from many years ago rings through his mind.

So Obi-Wan fights the holocron, the snake inside of it hisses at him, tries to strike and Obi-Wan strikes back with his promise and with his light, his shields low enough for the memory to be broadcasted.

He’s no more then a wisp of a boy, standing at Qui-Gon’s hip but his eyes are serious and his fists are balled up. “I’m not him. I won’t be him Master Qui-Gon! I promise you that, I won’t fall. I won’t be Xanatos.”

There’s surprise in his master’s blue gaze before it slowly softens and a broad hand is rested on the spikes of Obi-Wan’s hair, carefully ruffling them. “You know what Obi-Wan…I believe you.” That deep rumble, resonating inside Obi-Wan.

He believes me.

Qui-Gon had believed him.

Had taken a wisp of a boy, to big for his age but still just a boy, who had almost aged out as his apprentice. Had listened to the boy and his promise.

And Obi-Wan had carried that promise, every temptation pushed to the side and every lure placed in his path carefully side-stepped.

The corrupted holocron goes back to its sulk, awaiting new prey for the one that holds him will not falter and will not fall, the vines around his heart to strong, an armor made of the Living Force and the promise to a man long since dead.

Obi-Wan breathes out and opens his green gaze to meet Ventress, the holocron clenched in his fist before he draws back and pulls his lightsaber of his belt, smirking warmly at her. “Well then my dear, it seems I was quickest this time.”

Ventress had a strange look on her face before she gave a low snarl and swirled her sabers, ready to fight Obi-Wan for the corrupted holocron with her pale eyes narrowed and focused on him. “Lets see if you’re quick enough to keep it Kenobi.”

’I will not falter, I will not fail, my promise stands the testament of time and space Master. I gave you my word and here I still am even as the galaxy burns around me.’ Obi-Wan breathed and raised his saber, meeting and parrying the red blades thrust at him. ‘I will not be Xanatos.’

Obligatory kakagai “high on pain meds” drabble

Kakashi is so drugged up he can’t even remember his own name

He hates when they have to drug him. He’s such a lightweight they always give him too much so he usually opts out but he obviously can’t be awake during extensive surgery.

Gai rushes right over because, well, when you get news that your husband has broken 37 bones and is currently in surgery, you can’t just not show up.

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anonymous asked:

Graves has a clothing kink. I bet he'd like to see Credence in one of his shirts. And nothing but the shirt.


No? OK, cause that’s what I did.

Just before he gets Credence into bed, Percival feels ten years younger than he is. But he’s learning that the aftermath makes him feel ten years older.

He lays in bed and touches his mouth with one hand. Charms can wipe away semen and sweat, all the mess, but he finds he doesn’t wish to spell away the bruised feeling in his lips. If he had the energy, he might get up and inspect his back to see if Credence’s grasping hands left the marks Percival imagines are there.

The best that he can manage, at the moment, is to turn his head and inspect the red mark in the shape of Credence’s teeth on his shoulder. It looks like the smothered scream it probably was. He cannot help himself, Percival feels quite proud.

Also sore.

Credence sits up in bed, but uses his magic to pull a shirt from the dresser rather than slip out from under the covers. It’s such a simple thing, but Percival delights in it.

“Dearest,” he says, “I think that’s my shirt.”

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abi-bomb  asked:

Hey there. I heard ya have a need to write fluff. So could you maybe do a bayverse Raph x Chubby reader (and not the big tits and ass kinda chubby. Like kinda big tummy and average bewbs and not the best booty)? Maybe she's rather insecure and her crushing on Raph doesn't help. Maybe she thinks he likes April and that'd he'd only ever like a gal with her body type so she feels even worse. Where this goes is up to you. If you could do this, that'd be awesome. Thanks!


You’d been avoiding Raphael for a week. You didn’t want to text him, you didn’t want to see those beautiful amber eyes, you just wanted to forget that the two of you could possibly ever exist, together. You sat on your bed, bringing your knees up to your face. Burying your face in them, you hoped this could all be over with soon. You pinched your gut, the source of my problems, you thought. You flung yourself back onto your bed when our phone buzzed. Surprisingly, it was Mikey. He wanted to know when pizza fridays would be back on. You wrapped your hair around your face and groaned. You didn’t want to disappoint Michelangelo, but you REALLY didn’t want to see Raphael or April. You texted him back. BE THERE TONIGHT! It was Friday after all and Mikey always made you feel better.
You stood in front of the door to the lair. Water was falling from everywhere, but nowhere in particular. Taking deep breaths, you attempted to hype yourself up. You can do this, you thought. You pushed the door open, Raphael standing directly in your sight, next to none other then April. She was so beautiful. Her gorgeous glossy brown hair tumbled onto her shoulders effortlessly, her eyes as stunning as any of the turtles. You held back a whimper as you ran into Mikey’s room.
“Who was that?” Asked Raphael, only seeing a blur of your hair as you ran by.
“Hey angelcakes!” Said Mikey as you entered. “I haven’t seen you in like a week.” He dipped his hand into his popcorn bowl, shoving a handful into his mouth.
“Yeah,” you smiled weakly. “Sorry about that.” You wanted to explain yourself to Mikey. You wanted to him that you felt too self conscious to even be around Raphael. You were short and chubby with no stunning attributes, you were just you, and that was never good enough for anyone. You simply sat down next to Mikey, not revealing yourself to him. “Topside, you know how it is.” Michelangelo nodded in agreement, stopping himself.
“Actually I can’t really say that I do.” Just then, an angry turtle in red walked in.
“Mikey did someone run in-” he stopped. “Oh.” He looked at you in shock. You felt like you were under a microscope, you wanted to run out so he could never look at you like that again. “Mikey get out.” He growled.
“But what about pizza Friday?” He whined.
“Out.” Raphael roared as Mikey walked out of the room mumbling to himself. “So what’s your issue?” He asked, angrily once the room was quiet.
“I don’t have an issue.” You muttered. He sat next to you.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to yell,” he got quiet. “I just don’t understand what happened.” She realized from the look in his eyes he was blaming himself. She neatly folded her hands in her lap, and took a deep breath.
“You don’t have to pretend to like me anymore Raphael.” You stated confidently. “You won’t hurt my feelings if you walk away from me right now.” Tears welled up in your eyes at the thought.
“What’re you talking about?” He asked.
“I know I’m too fat ok?” You whimpered. “I know that I’ll never be as pretty as April,” you wiped a tear off of your cheek. “Or as skinny.” You turned away from him, not wanting to see him walk out of the door. Instead he placed a finger underneath your chin and guided your face towards his.
“You’re perfect,” he smiled. “If you were any prettier, I’d have to start goin’ topside and deckin’ every guy who looked at you.” You chuckled as he wiped another tear off of your face. You looked into his eyes for the first time in a week, and you finally felt sure of yourself.
“I will never stop loving you.” He whispered. Your eyes widened in surprise, mouth slightly open.
“You love me?” You asked. Raphael looked confused all of a sudden, before clearing his throat.
“Yeah,” he said smugly. “Well you loved me first.”

anonymous asked:

I'm super angsty so how about a one shot of like, when Libby starts developing feelings for Lee at the very beginning and her trying to distance herself from him for a while because like she seems to believe he'd be better without her sadly and him not realising why and being sad but then she realises it's not helping either of them and he doesn't find out why she did it but it's cute and they're friends again at the end please and thanks lol

Ahahahahahahahahahahaha I can’t write short things so here’s a case study of their relationship loosely (?) based on this ask whoops I have important assignments to do but nope here I am

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anonymous asked:

If requests are open I have a cute idea!!!! Ushijima is just moving along, walking, jogging, whatever, when suddenly he gets waved down. "Hey, you're tall. Can you pick a flower out of this tree for me?" She already has different kinds of flowers, stuck in her hair, behind her ears in the braid crown. Honestly, the way this stranger looks makes his heart stutter a bit. He'd love to help add to her collection, but should he? Shouldn't you just admire the tree without damaging it? What to do??

r u ready for soft ushijima bc i dont think u r

ps: sorry if this sucked… is my writing getting shitty?? im sorry in advance om please tell me i need feedback


There’s no doubt that Wakatoshi Ushijima has incredible stamina. During tournaments, he never seems to get tired, and during practices, his teammates never seem to keep up with him. As usual, he is now jogging by himself because he had left his team mates behind. He noticed that they were probably minutes away from him, so he decided to pause and take a sip of water. The spring time really put Ushijima’s mind at ease. The road was quiet, and all he could hear was the sound of birds chirping and wandering about. 

What surprised him was the feeling of someone tapping his right forearm. He turned around to see a girl behind him. She was small, and had flowers all over her. Small white daisies were scattered around her braided hair, and she had a handful of flowers in her hand, all unique and different. Her cheeks were a light shade of red and her lips were perfectly pink. She looked like the human embodiment of spring, and it made Ushijima feel something in his stomach. 

“Um, I noticed that you’re pretty tall… I was wondering if you could pick out a flower in that tree. I-I can’t reach it.” She was biting the inside of her lip as she looked up at him, causing Ushijima to look away for a bit.

He didn’t say anything, he simply nodded and climbed down the road, and on to the grassy field. They walked over to the big tree that was in bloom, and stopped right underneath where they were shaded from the sun. 

“Which one should I pick out?” He looked down at her, and she had her eyes on the flowers all over the tree. She seemed unmoved by Ushijima’s deep voice. He noticed that she was playing with her fingers as she was choosing the perfect flower. He found her little mannerism cute; something he never knew he could feel.

“I want that one,” he followed her hand as she pointed up.

“the one that has a hint of pink inside.” He found what she was looking for and reached up. 

He suddenly had a thought, which stopped his actions. 

“Aren’t you damaging the tree? Picking its flowers isn’t really good, is it? You should just admire the flowers from afar.” She chuckled a bit before answering him.

“I’m making you pick one flower from the tree. I’m not asking you to cut down the whole thing, am I? That would be damaging the tree. And everyone has their own way of admiring things. I simply like acquiring them and making things out of them.” 

He let her win the argument and proceeded to pick out the flower she wanted. 

“Here.” Her eyes lit up when he handed her the beautiful white flower. 

“Thank you,” She stuttered for a bit.

“I didn’t get your name.” 

“Wakatoshi Ushijima.”

“Hmm..” She tilted her head to the side.

“Your name sounds familiar…” She thought for a bit. 

“But oh well, thank you Ushijima. I’m ___ by the way.”

He bowed his head down a bit, then heard a crowd of people coming towards their direction. He looked back and saw his teammates finally catching up to him. 

“I should get back.” He walked back up to the road where he met with his team.

“Ushijima! There you are. You should stop running meters ahead of us and learn to wa-” Tendo and the others were stopped from their tracks when they saw a girl come up behind Ushijima.

“I’ll get going now, Ushijima. Thanks for the flower!” She waved goodbye, and he simply raised his left hand. 

He started to walk forward, but looked back to see his teammates still in shock, with their mouths wide open.

He cleared his throat and faced them.

“I’ll end up being meters ahead again if you don’t start moving those legs.” 

He turned back around and started to jog. As he looked around, he started to notice all the flowers that surrounded the area; the corners of his mouth started to curl up.

How They Would Handle Being Married
  • Italy: Marriage would be really exciting for him. The thought of finally being able to wed the person he loves most will get him fired up, so during the ceremony he'll be all laughs and smiles. He'll be sure to talk to all of his friends and family, have a few drinks here and there, and will smother you in kisses all night. He'd be jovial as your husband and would tend to your every need.
  • Germany: Germany would want everything to be perfect and follow according to plan, so he would stress about it a lot and would definitely need comforting from his lover. He would be very nervous yet excited on the inside during the actual wedding day, but on the outside he would be composed and collected. Once the marriage is sealed with a kiss, he'll feel relieved that the hard part is done and over with and will be glad to have that off of his chest. He'd be very hardworking as your husband and will beat himself up if he feels he has done something wrong.
  • Japan: Japan would suppress his true ecstasy, but there would be a soft, assuring smile on his face when he spots his lover walking down the isle. He'd want to take a lot of pictures of the two of you together so he could cherish the moments easier, so put on your best smile and prepare for a camera flash. Actions speak louder than words in Japan's case, so expect him to get a bit touchy with you, like cuddling on the couch or kissing you goodnight.
  • America: America wouldn't be able to accept the fact that he's actually getting married- it would be one of the best things that has ever happened to him. He would be really serious about it and wouldn't goof off, as he views marriage to be a really important event in life and something you can't be immature about. He would hire a great band with good music, fine food, and would be out on the dance floor to dance the night away with you. Alfred would be a riot as a husband, always trying to please you and make you happy.
  • England: England would just want a traditional and simple wedding, nothing too big or fancy. A blush would dust his cheeks just thinking about it, and when it becomes a reality, his face would be a deep red all the way through the entire event. Being a husband will give him all sorts of new responsibilities, but he'll be prepared for it. He'll do little things for you as your husband and will try to cook for you, but you would stop him before he sets the kitchen ablaze.
  • France: Love is a beautiful thing, isn't it? France would love the idea of marriage and he'd be really passionate about it- especially the kiss. He would put all of his affection and true emotion into it. Marriage would mean he would be all tied down, but he wouldn't mind it at all. If he's so ardent about marriage, just wait until you two go on a honeymoon. He will be a hopelessly romantic husband, so expect a lot of sweet surprises from him.
  • Russia: Russia would be very lighthearted about marriage, knowing that it's a turning point in his life and would treat it as such. He would be immensely grateful that someone is now 'Becoming One' with him (who isn't his sister) and would feel a new kind of protectiveness over you as your husband. You two would move somewhere warm, and he couldn't be happier. He would shower you in presents, like bouquets of pretty flowers and chocolates.
  • China: China would be calm about marriage, after all, it's simply a time where two souls will join together as 'one'. But once you two are officially deemed as newlywed, expect him to bounce off the walls shortly after he realizes what a big deal this is and why he hadn't done all of this sooner. He'll undoubtedly be a bit eccentric and superstitious as a husband, maybe even manipulative, but he would make sure that you know he loves you with unexpected kisses and hugs.
  • Canada: Canada wouldn't mind marriage, because he'd be marrying someone who understands him, notices him and is willing to listen to what he has to say. He would go through a series of different emotions, though in the end he'd be content with it. He'll be very gentle with you, as if you were a fragile flower that needs delicate care. This Canadian will give you all of his attention as your husband, as if he sees nobody else in the world but you.
  • Prussia: Marriage would be a big thing for Prussia. He had never imagined that he would actually get married someday, but you need to expect the unexpected sometimes. He wouldn't really know how to handle it exactly, so he'd need some guidance on it. Once he gets the gist of it, he'd think it's totally awesome and he wouldn't feel as lonely as he did before. He'd brag about how lucky he is to have you as a lover and would show you off a bit to his friends.
  • Romano: Romano would be flustered when it comes to marriage and maybe even a bit awkward about it, but there is no doubt when it comes to his real emotions. The Italian would be extremely exuberant about getting married, but this time, it'll show on his face. As your husband, Romano would be the type who can grow jealous and has a hair-trigger temper, but you know that he loves you all the same.
  • Spain: This cheerful Spaniard would handle marriage quite well. He thinks it's a beautiful event in life and he would be lucky if it ever happens to him, so he'd be quick to agree to it. He'd be very optimistic and would try to avoid the dark points in marriage, and would help you see the light at the end of the tunnel when life isn't looking too good. He'd be a go-with-the-flow kind of husband, spontaneous and the kind to slow down and smell the roses.
  • Austria: Austria has gone through marriage before; he knows what it's like and would be determined not to let anything bad happen that would spoil this new marriage. He would look back at his past self and try to figure out what went wrong that led to the divorce, and would try his very best to prevent it from happening again. He wouldn't let it get to him when the day arrives, however, and he would just live in the moment and feel the happiness surge through his veins all day long. He would be thoughtful and would write songs for you as your husband and will think about you often.
  • Hungary: Like Austria, she knows what happens during marriage. Unlike him, Hungary would be quite laid back about it and wouldn't fret about it all too much, but she would enjoy being able to experience it once again. There are two sides to this girl- the headstrong and defensive side, or the calmer and affectionate side. She would fluctuate between these two sides depending on her mood and what's going on around her.
  • Switzerland: Switzerland would try not to worry about how much the wedding would cost- after all, no amount of cash could replace love. The relationship between his lover and himself are closer than ever before, and plus, you get free and helpful gifts from friends and family, so why not get married? He would have you move in with him and would be a pretty territorial husband, but yet loving at the same time.
  • Liechtenstein: Liechtenstein finds marriage as cute and joyful, so of course she would be delighted to get married to her lover. It would certainly be a big step for her, but as long as you're there to hold her hand all the way through it, then she's 100% game. Liechtenstein will need protection and someone she can rely on, but otherwise she is willing to go great lengths to see you happy.
  • Ukraine: She would be so happy to the point where she may cry tears of happiness, but will attempt to keep them from spilling. Ukraine would be an extremely devoted and helpful wife, while all she asks for is love and the same loyalty in return. Ukraine would cook, clean, cuddle- you name it and she'll do it for you to the best of her ability, as long as it's nothing to drastic. She would grow emotional whenever she feels as if you don't love her anymore or loosing interest in her, so she would need reassurance.
  • Belarus: Marriage is something Belarus has always wanted, so she would have no problem with it. But once you two agree to get married, there is no backing out of it. She would be exceedingly loyal as a wife and perhaps a bit clingy, but she will know when she is pushing her limits and will back off. She might jump to conclusions when she thinks something is up, but she'll quickly learn to trust you fully.
Draco Malfoy x Muggle Girl
  • Draco x Muggle Girl
  • Draco Malfoy walked the streets of London. He was far away from the Malfoy Mansion and his family.
  • The boy had a lot on his mind, he was torn between what is right and wrong. Draco was sure he is a bad person, doing terrible things and that he is just like his father. He didn't realize he couldn't be someone else even if he wanted to. Lucius and Narcissa tried their best to raise him in a proud pureblood wizard, worth of his family name.
  • But Draco Malfoy wasn't a bad guy. No one who doubts in his actions and questions if he did a right thing or not could ever be a terrible person.
  • The truth was, Draco wasn't the saint, not even close, tho he tried his best to be better in the past few weeks.
  • Why? Maybe because he felt this guilt inside him.
  • One can only imagine what Draco went through his years. He couldn't betray his family name, his father and aunt Bellatrix were both Death Eaters and Draco knew long ago, he will be asked to join them once. Not like he had a choice, if he turned them down, he'd not only risk his own life, but his parents too.
  • And now Draco was wondering, he knew the day of him becoming a Death Eater was coming close.
  • He made a few steps down an empty street. The houses were nothing like those of the wizards, muggle's have quite of a strange taste, he thought.
  • It was a beautiful and peaceful day in July, the weather was perfect and it seemed like everything in the world is going just fine. But it didn't.
  • Draco took a deep breath as he sat on the bench in the park. He was looking at his feet, while his hands rested on his knees.
  • Silence was broken by a laughter which made Draco look up from the ground.
  • His eyes searched across the trees until they landed on a girl, not far away from him. The girl was smiling, her eyes were full of happiness, something what Draco's missed for a long time.
  • Everything on the muggle girl spoke she wasn't a witch. She wore short jeans and white Chuck Taylor's and Draco couldn't help but admit the red shirt she was wearing really complimented her long (y/h/c) hair.
  • The girl laughed again, as a dog brought her a tennis ball. She picked it up and threw it in Draco's direction.
  • And then it hit Draco's head. It didn't hurt pretty much, but still Draco rubbed the side of his head while he stood up.
  • The girl's eyes widened.
  • "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!" She shouted as she rushed to Draco.
  • "Are you okay? I really didn't mean to throw it at you." She spoke softly.
  • As she was closer, Draco noticed her beautiful (y/e/c) eyes and a few freckles spread across her nose and cheeks.
  • She was pretty, he thought.
  • "Um, it's okay." Draco blurred out. He picked up a green ball, turning it around and watching it closely.
  • He saw that for the first time in life, until then he only knew for the Quidditch balls.
  • He went to pass her the ball, but before he could do that the dog jumped on him.
  • "Marley! Stop it, leave him alone." The girl shouted as Marley winged his tail, looking at Draco.
  • Draco smiled and patted his soft fur.
  • "I'm (y/n)." The girl spoke suddenly and Draco looked up from Marley.
  • "..I'm Draco." He smiled.
  • "That's your name?" She questioned and then Draco reminded his name wasn't used in the muggle world.
  • "Yeah, um it's kind of a nickname.."
  • "Oh..cool." The girl said and smiled again.
  • From her eyes to her mouth there was this positivity she had, the kind Draco has never seen before. Like she was smiling all the time and couldn't stop.
  • "Is this your dog?" Draco asked.
  • "Yes, I found him two years ago on Christmas. Someone must have had abandoned him and then I took him home. We're inseparable ever since." (y/n) said.
  • Draco smiled. "Do you live near here?"
  • (Y/n) nodded. "Just around the corner. But I never seen you around here."
  • "Yeah, well I'm from Wiltshire." Draco replied.
  • You nodded. You looked up at him, in his eyes. He was different from you and all others you have met. He smelt of peppermint and warm ocean breeze. Draco, even his name was strange, beautiful, but strange just as him.
  • "Are you visiting someone here, or..."
  • "No, no I just wanted to get away from.."
  • Silence. Draco was out of words, should he tell a total stranger about his family? What he feels? Would she judge him? Think he's a coward and arrogant?
  • As his gaze fell, your lips curled in a slight smile. He wasn't shy, you thought, he was more of a thinker and a loner. The one who keeps their mind for themself and reveals nothing to the world. You suddenly realized he was hurt. In his eyes you could see the sadness and despair.
  • "I understand," you spoke, "I to get away from time to time too."
  • Draco looked up at you and smiled.
  • "Care to join me and Marley on a walk?"
  • Draco nodded "I'd be glad to." He replied and you two continued on walking.
  • Draco told you about his strict parents, about his doubts and fears. You realized all people he told you about had strange names and it felt like Draco lived in another world. Yet, you understood him. You could feel what he felt. Fear or letting other people down, fear of disapproval and not becoming what you want to be. The person who you really are.
  • "Sometimes," Draco said "the greatest fear of mine, is being myself."
  • His eyes were staring up in the sky, like they were looking for something.
  • He then sighed and gave you a broken smile.
  • "You shouldn't be afraid of who you are and what you fear, Draco. Even if you did bad things, that doesn't make you a bad person."
  • The two of you continued on walking, talking about your families, friends and the world around you. Draco was very sweet and nice person and even if he told you he wasn't you truly believed he was.
  • It was getting darker, you and Draco forgot about the time and stars already appeared in the sky.
  • "I'm really glad I met you." Draco said.
  • Marley sat at his legs, looking up and begging for his attention. "Both of you." Draco added and patted your dog.
  • "The pleasure is ours Mr. Malfoy." You said and he chuckled.
  • "I hope I see you around (y/n)."
  • You nodded slightly. You too, hoped on seeing him again. But there was this feeling that you won't.
  • Again Draco's gaze fell, but this time he wasn't silent.
  • "You are the only one that thinks there is something good in me. I appreciate that, (y/n), really. You are the kindest person I have ever met."
  • That gave you chills. It wasn't the typical compliment one gives you when you first meet him. You smiled at him before you spoke "I'm sure I'm not the only one, Draco. And you really are a good person. I feel...I feel like I've known you for years. And I believe there is more good than evil in you."
  • The street lights went on and there was only you, Draco and Marley. It was like a dream, standing there, looking up at Draco who looked like he was made in heaven.
  • You couldn't believe how someone like him felt so bad about himself. Why couldn't he see what you saw.
  • "There should be more people like you. At least there where I come from. But today, here with you, I felt so much better. Like I'm in another world." Draco spoke.
  • His eyes were telling he was being completely honest to you and you were honored.
  • You took his cold hands in your warm ones and your heart was no longer the center of your body, but in that moment every conscious part of you was in the hand that Draco held.
  • "We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won't do harm - yes, choose a place where you won't do very much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine." You said, before you let go of his hands, knowing well you will never see him again, even tho every single inch of you hoped that you will.
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How he'd act during sex (M)
  • Eren: The first few times you do it would be quite awkward. He'd often ask you if it's okay to do this and that, and if he's doing it right. Once you guys get comfortable, however, it's time to unleash that titan. As much as he pleasures himself on you, he'll make sure that you're receiving just as much pleasure. He'd be a groaner and heavy breather, he'll drive you mad with his slow yet powerful thrusts. After that, he'll reward you with feathery kisses and cuddles for staying up for him
  • Armin: He would think too much about it at first, like if he's doing it right or not, so there might be an uncomfortable air at first. Most of the time, you'd have to take control and care of him because of that reason, which he wouldn't mind, actually. His main goal is to make everything all about you, but he wouldn't be able to restrain his moans and small screams when you make it about him.
  • Reiner: Braun is probably the kinkiest shit alive. He'd want to try each position, toy, kink, etc. (sans the really gross or weird ones), so every sex-ssion with him holds a surprise. This man would hold you close as he gives deep, quick thrusts along with his manly grunts and moans. Once you guys reach your peak, he'd whisper a quick sentence of how much you mean to him... and permission if you wanna go again.
  • Bertholdt: Sex with Berty would be, albeit awkward, adorable because it'd seem like he can never find his way around things, petty stuff like unhooking your bra or constantly pushing your hair out of your face during sexy time. Don't underestimate him, though, because when he does business, he mean business. He'll fill you up with light, gentle thrusts, and that mouth would work its magic as well as his mewls and whines fill the room. Despite being easy on you, it's enough for you to throw your head back, get sent to nirvana and back.
  • Jean: He has a mouth dirtier than a sewer. The whole time, he'd tell you how hard he is for you, how he likes the way your ass bounces when you ride him (likethetruehorseheis), how you're such a slut for him, and all that jazz. He likes it when you ride him so he can see your pleasured face, or when you let him take you from behind so he can feel everything. Along with his dirty talk, he'd also tell you about how good you're making him feel and how he's so thankful to share a bed with a lovely person like you.
  • Marco: He's the master of love-making. He treats sex as an expression of how much he loves you and how this intimate moment is so special to him; every thrust, kiss, and touch of his hand corresponds to the way he feels about you. He'll take it real slow, so that you'd last longer and make it something that you definitely won't forget. Basically, you're going to be his precious porcelain princess for the night.
  • Connie: Doing him would be like being in the playground. I see him as a very affectionate lover, he'd always shower you with every last bit of his attention and kisses. He'd be all squishy; holding your hand while you're doing it, calling you endearing pet names. He'd spoon you after you were done while stroking your arm to soothe you to sleep.
  • Levi: He might be a bad ass commander in the streets, but you'd never guess who wants to be bossed around in the sheets. He most likely finds it really sexy when his woman fights back to take control and make him beg. If he had it his way, you'll regret all the teasing you did to him. He'd cover your neck and chest with kisses, lovebites, while your butt and thighs would be red from all the spanking and pinching. He's not really an after sex cuddler, but he'll make up for it with delicious breakfast tea in the morning.
  • Erwin: Who's your daddy? Erwin Smith. He looks like the type who gets even more turned on when you call him daddy, and he'd be such a tease. He wouldn't give you what you want unless you ask nicely or "be a good girl". He might also be into all that BDSM thingies, since he just wants to see you unravel in front of him. As much as he's cruel in bed, he'd never fail to shower you with loving kisses and nuzzles.
Heavenly Commentary: Prisoner of Azkaban
  • Lily: You're back. How's Padfoot?
  • James: ...He escaped.
  • Lily: I'm sorry, what?!
  • James: He escaped. Turned and slipped through the bars. Swam right off the island. Watched him do it.
  • Lily: Why?
  • James: Because he's innocent?
  • Lily: He's always been innocent. Why now?
  • James: How am I to know?
  • Lily: I thought you guys knew everything about each other?
  • James: We used to. But these days the conversation is a little one sided.
  • ***
  • James: Happy birthday son.
  • Lily: Happy birthday Harry. We love you so much. And we're so proud of you...
  • James: Shh it's ok...
  • ***
  • James: Oh crap. Marge is coming. I hate this woman.
  • Lily: We all do. But at least he'll go to Hogsmeade.
  • James: One way or another.
  • ***
  • Lily: ...What did this bitch just say about me?
  • ***
  • Lily: Bad blood?!? I'll fucking kill this bitch.
  • James: Evans calm d-
  • Lily: No one talks about my boy like that!
  • ***
  • Lily: Ha! Serves you right, you pathetic creature!
  • James: True but him walking around Surrey with his stuff isn't the best of outcomes.
  • Lily: He'll be fine. He's survived worse.
  • James: I forgot you get like this.
  • ***
  • James: Was that...Padfoot?
  • Lily: I think it was. Why did he come to Harry?
  • ***
  • James: Three hours on the run and he walks right into the minister. He's not a good criminal is he?
  • Lily: That's a good thing. Why does Fudge seem fidgety? And why not press charges?
  • ***
  • Lily: He fell asleep with his glasses on. So adorable. My baby.
  • James: He'll be ok for a few days. I'm going to see if I can find Sirius. Maybe find out where he's going.
  • Lily: Ok be safe. Don't die.
  • ***
  • Lily: He looks so happy. Under the sun, surrounded by people.
  • ***
  • Lily: Any luck?
  • James: None. What's he been up to?
  • Lily: Enjoying freedom. Spent the last few days ogling a new broom. Best in the- James come back here!
  • ***
  • James: So they think Sirius wants to kill Harry? Are they stupid?
  • Lily: Given that they don't know a rather key piece of information, it's actually the logical conclusion.
  • James: No, they knew how close we were. They should have known he'd never betray us. And what's with "he's at hogwarts"?
  • Lily: That caught my attention too. It's possible he is actually after Harry. But to tell him the truth.
  • James: But like you said. Why now?
  • ***
  • James: Moony? He's teaching?
  • Lily: He looks so old...what happened to him?
  • James: He thinks one of his best friends killed the other three.
  • Lily: He's been so alone all these years.
  • ***
  • Lily: Why is the train stopping? And why is it getting colder?
  • James: How?
  • Lily: Frost on the glass. Oh my. Dementors. Why are they-
  • James: HARRY!
  • ***
  • James: Scream? Who screamed?
  • Lily: No one.
  • ***
  • Lily: I imagine Sirius is the Grim she is referring to.
  • James: I think so. You know, she looks like a crazy old lady but she's pretty talented.
  • Lily: She saw a big black dog and thought 'death omen'.
  • James: Yes, but she still saw the dog.
  • ***
  • Lily: How stupid do you have to be to insult a hippogriff?
  • James: About that stupid.
  • ***
  • James: If Harry is told that Sirius got us killed then he'll go after him.
  • Lily: I know. But Padfoot isn't the bad guy. So Harry isn't in any danger.
  • ***
  • James: Look at that greasy haired bastard. Look at his eyes. He's terrified of what Moony will tell Harry.
  • ***
  • Lily: Padfoot did that? Why?
  • James: This makes no sense. He came to Hogwarts to get into Gryffindor tower? What the hell?
  • Lily: How did he get in the castle?
  • James: He's a marauder Evans.
  • ***
  • James: Recognise and kill werewolves; you...aargh!
  • Lily: When did he become so awful?
  • James: He was always like this Lily. Just never to you. Natural born death eater.
  • ***
  • Lily: I'm fairly certain that was Sirius in the stands.
  • James: Probably. It's a good ga- Dementors!
  • Lily: HARRY!
  • ***
  • James: The broom...
  • Lily: You're more worried about the broom than the boy!
  • James: He's fine. But the broom...
  • ***
  • Lily: Please no...
  • James: It's you screaming. He hears you.
  • Lily: He hears me die...no James I can't take it! It's not right! IT'S NOT FAIR!!
  • James: Sshh...
  • ***
  • James: That's my map! Those little ginger geniuses! They've given Harry the map!
  • ***
  • Lily: He's listening to everything. Look at his face. It's killing him.
  • James: He may never know the truth. Only Sirius and Peter know what truly happened.
  • ***
  • James: He's so...angry. He hates Sirius so much.
  • ***
  • Lily: Isn't that the new broom? James?
  • James: ...That's...the sexiest thing I've ever seen...
  • Lily: You're forgetting that night when I wore that little red thing.
  • James: ...No I'm not.
  • ***
  • James: Strip it down?!? What the fuck?!?
  • Lily: Calm do-
  • Lily: Why don't you ask him. Then ask him if he'll wear that red thing for you because I won't.
  • James: That's so- wait what?
  • ***
  • James: He...he heard me?
  • Lily: Oh god, he's crying.
  • James: We all are. I used to hate that our son didn't know what we sound like. Now I can't think of anything else I want more.
  • ***
  • Lily: Are you serious? Harrys patronus is YOU?!?
  • James: Our boy has style. Don't be jealous.
  • ***
  • Lily: Why the hell is Padfoot attacking Ron?
  • James: He didn't actually attack Ron.
  • Lily: You know, you're right. Let's throw him a parade! Why is your friend being so STUPID?!?
  • James: Why is it that whenever he does something stupid he becomes "my friend"?
  • ***
  • James: I should've let Snape die. We'd all be much happier. And alive.
  • ***
  • Lily: WOOOOOO!!! GO HARRY!!!
  • ***
  • Lily: What did she say?
  • James: That Voldemort is coming back...but that's not possible.
  • Lily: He never actually died did he? Albus himself said he's in Albania.
  • James: ...did you ever find out who made the prophecy about Harry?
  • Lily: No...
  • ***
  • James: Padfoot what in Gods name are you doing?!?
  • Lily: Ouch, he just broke Rons leg.
  • ***
  • James: Sirius mate, you look awful.
  • ***
  • James: He's choking Harry!
  • Lily: What the fuck Sirius!
  • ***
  • Lily: Oh Harry. Please don't...
  • ***
  • James: Moony! Thank god!
  • Lily: Where is who?
  • ***
  • Lily: What the hell is happening?
  • James: The rat? Why the hell...no...
  • Lily: James?
  • James: It's Peter...
  • ***
  • Lily: How is that possible?
  • James: I don't know but it's him...
  • Lily: How did you not recognise him!
  • James: Oh I'm sorry! Forgive me for not assuming every rat I see is the man who betrayed us.
  • ***
  • Lily: What the hell Severus?!
  • James: Your boyfriend is actually insane. He's actually lost his shit.
  • ***
  • James: Hello Peter.
  • ***
  • James: Don't kill him!
  • Lily: Harry is way ahead of you.
  • James: He really is remarkable.
  • ***
  • Lily: Harry live with Sirius?
  • James: That's amazing! They'll be so happy!
  • Lily: He'll never get any homework done!
  • James: True but balance that with the lack of starvation.
  • Lily: Oh shut up.
  • ***
  • Lily: Moony! Padfoot!!
  • Lily: Padfoot won't be able to find him. It's over.
  • James: No! It can't be- that's Sirius. Harry wait!
  • Lily: So many Dementors...they're going to kiss him.
  • James: That's a patronus. That's me. That's Harry!
  • ***
  • James: They gave her a time turner? For classes?
  • Lily: Of course they did. Who wouldn't give a thirteen year old girl the ability to travel through time? Why did we come along for the ride?
  • James: I guess because Harry did.
  • ***
  • Lily: Dumbledore sent our son back in time to save a hippogriff and a man.
  • James: Our son AND Hermione. Which makes it much less impossible. Caution is in order.
  • Lily: Caution will have been in order.
  • James: What?
  • ***
  • James: So they saved one beast. Let's see if they can save the other.
  • Lily: Dumbledore planned this all along. You realise that right?
  • James: I do.
  • Lily: He takes too many risks with our boy.
  • ***
  • Lily: He thinks it was you? Why?
  • James: Because I look like my son. Harry conjured that Patronus.
  • Lily: ...I hate time travel.
  • ***
  • James: He's going to try to see his father save his past self without realising that it was in fact his former present self that saved his then future self.
  • Lily: It's like you want me to hit you.
  • ***
  • Lily: They did it. They actually did it.
  • ***
  • James: Your damn right I would've been disappointed Moony.
  • Lily: Yes yes and unfortunately he's TOO much like you. And now Remus is leaving again. I hope he'll land on his feet.
  • James: Cats land on their feet. He's a dog.
  • Lily: You're awful.
  • James: And he's incorrigible.
  • ***
  • Lily: He carries you within him. That's something.
  • James: That's...that's everything.
  • ***
  • Lily: Padfoot you're brilliant!
  • James: Hogsmeade and a firebolt. Clearly he's trying to be the favourite.
  • Lily: The favourite? He's the only one there.
  • ***
  • James: I was thinking...
  • Lily: About the prediction and Pettigrew? Me too.
  • James: He's coming back. And when he does he's going to go after Harry.
  • Lily: I know.
  • James: What can we do?
  • Lily: Nothing.

anonymous asked:

I cant stop thinking of Isaac. Like he'd break up with you so that you'd stay safe. Thing is, he'd give you this bullshit reason, breaking your heart. But you'd wait for him, all the while he watched you from afar. Only avout four months pass and yo

you’re getting close to this kid in your math class. And oh god does Isaac hate this kid, with his dark hair and bright smile, he just wants to rip this kids throat out. But Scott won’t let him.

So instead Isaac takes to following the kid around because how dare this pathetic loser try to get with his girl, because lets face it, you’re still Isaac’s girl no matter what. But than, oh lord, this kid would ask you out, Isaac right down the hall holding on to his locker for dear life while his legs shake and images of you and this kid rush through his mind.

And you say yes because Isaac isn’t, hasn’t to your knowledge, changed his mind and tried to get you back. So when the date arrives that night your doorbell rings fifteen minutes early and there he is, Isaac Lahey with bruised knuckles and glossy eyes.

“You can’t date him!” He’d say, panting. You ignored him and focused on his knuckles, “Why are your hands bloody?”

You know Isaac hasn’t lost, since he broke up with you he’s never lost a fight. “I may have fought someone.” God that answer was pathetic but if there was one thing Isaac was scared of after his father it was an angry you. Than a disappointed Miss. McCall. “Who Isaac?”

The dress you were wearing hit the middle of your thighs and his crystal baby blues couldn’t stop peeking at your cleavage. God he missed seeing you-all of you. “Uh,” what was the name of the kid that had asked you out? “Who asked you out?” Your eyes became wide, with fury or shock nether you nor Isaac were sure but oh boy did you want his curly head on a platter at that moment.

“You can’t beat him up Isaac!” You pulled him into your home, slamming the door, allowing yourself to yell at the unbeknownst lycan, due to the fact your parents were out on a date themselves.

“And why not?” “Why not what?” You snapped. “Why can’t I beat up losers who think they have a chance with my girl?” His shoulders squared themselves up higher. That, on Isaac’s part, was not the right thing to say.

Because with a beat red face and a curled lip you let out a frustrated cry. “You broke up with me, you don’t get to say whether or not I can move on!”

Isaac frowned at that. He knew you were right but the wolf in him, the one you still had no clue about, refused to let you go-you were his

“But-but,” he stuttered, “But what Lahey?” Your hands were on your hips and you leaned forward, and he tried not to look down your dress. “I still love you.”

this was written by @igavecalumhishickey and omg it is so cute. my poor jealous puppy is always trying to fight someone :3

# - 34 He Tucks a Piece Of Hair Behind Your Ear

A/N Hey guys! I’m Aurora’s friend and taking over this blog for a while since she won’t be able to update due to being busy with her famous 1D blog, but I hope it write just as good as her and hope you guys like the writing too! Thank you and love you guys loads!!

Calum: You were laying on top of Calum on the couch after coming home from tour. He wanted nothing more to have you close after being nearly 9 months away from you. Your head was nuzzled into his neck while his hand was drawing lay patterns on your lower back. “Y/N?” You lift your head up to look at the half blond boy underneath you resting a hand on his chest. He looks up at you grinning like an idiot tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear, cupping your face with that same hand. “I love you a lot.” You roll you eyes smiling kissing his nose. “Love you too idiot.”

Ashton: You stood in the corner of the kitchen where a little get together of all of yours and Ashton’s friends were for the success of their upcoming tour. Girls were talking to him, but flirting right in front of you. Ashton did nothing but be polite and his giggly self but that gut wrenching feeling in your stomach couldn’t help but think‘He’d probably like girls like that’, 'why would he go for a girl like me..’ You knew it was stupid and Ashton would never do that but your insecurity couldn’t help but think those thoughts. Ashton came over seeing your dazed and sad look. “Babe…. What’s wrong?” He says worriedly cupping your face in his hands. You keep your head down refusing to meet his eyes. “Ashton why are you with me if those girls are better than I am…?” You ask in a small tone. Ashton frowns tilting your head up with his finger looking down at you. “You’ll all I’ll ever need okay? Don’t ever think anything like that because I love you and only you.” You sigh shutting your eyes hearing his words. He moves a strand of hair behind your ear pecking you softly. “Okay?” You smile nodding softly thinking how wonderful of a boyfriend you got.

Luke: You waited at the airport chewing your lip nervously with your arms crossed. Luke was gonna be here any second making you more and more anxious. You haven’t seen each other in about a year since him and the boys have been promoting the album and tour which was hard on the both of you. You saw the blonde quiffed hair sticking out from a gray beanie making you stomach explode with butterflies jumping into Luke’s arms without hesitation. His arms immediately wrapped around your waist nuzzling his face in your neck taking in your scent. You sniffled, all the emotions held up all those months finally coming out. Luke pulled away slightly with a worried look on his face examining you. “What’s wrong Y/N? Why’re you crying.” “I-I’m just so happy to you see you Luke…” You wipe your nose with your sleeve as he smiled tucking a piece of hair behind your ear kissing your forehead. “I missed you loads to honey.”

Michael: You looked through twitter seeing Michael with this girl quite a bit named Abigail Breslin.You knee they had a past together and Michael even told you, but what scared you was the fact was was Michael rekindling the romance with her again? He’s been late home a few times, but he was out recording with the boys. At least I thought. You heard the door open and shut hearing sock clad footsteps come towards you sitting next to you on the couch was the red headed boy himself. “Hi babe!” He says in his chirping voice kissing your cheek frowning when he sees the look on your face. You look at the picture of her and Michael on your phone in which Michael sees her as well and grabbing your phone making you look at him. “Y/N, I know what you’re thinking but I’m not cheating on you… Those were old pictures and I would never even think about going to her over you!” He exclaims making you chuckle over the last part making him smile. He brushes a strand of hair that feel in front of your face behind your ear kissing you softly. “Besides… Have you heard her song?” He scoffs leaning back with you. “That girl obviously wrote that song about me and won’t fucking admit that I’m still irresistible.”

anonymous asked:

A few days ago, you did a lil fic and it was like John thought he'd screwed up and scared Alex but bam it was fireworks and then laf kinda said about how John doesn't love himself and then that they'd all help him love himself (sorry if this doesn't make sense I'm tired whoops) But anyway, I was just wondering if you'd write a sequel type thing with like the three of them helping john love himself and all. I've just been feeling kinda down lately and I need some cute whoops sorry.

I MEANT TO RESPOND TO THIS LIKE DAYS AGO OOPS!!! But anyway, this is a follow-up to this lil fic. I hope you guys enjoy the angst/fluff combo! ;) <333 (Want me to write you a lil fic, too? Choose a prompt from the old list or new one and just let me know which list you used!)

It started out just like any other night at the Washington’s. The four boys were hanging out together, this time outside, around a fire Martha had started for them, roasting the vegan marshmallows Laf had gotten earlier that day.

Laurens was staring intently at his marshmallow on the thin stick, watching it bubble, crisp into a golden color, and finally start to burn.

“Laurens likes ‘em hot, I see?” Hercules chuckled.

“Well he likes me so obviously,” Alexander retorted, causing all of the boys to burst into a round of laughter.

Laurens removed his now black marshmallow from the fire, blowing on it for a few minutes before biting in, reveling in the contrast between the crisp and flaky outside and the warm, gooey inside.

“So, mes amis,” Lafayette said in a voice that always signified one thing–– he had a plan of some sort. “We’re gathered here today to celebrate.” He looked around the circle smugly.

“Um, celebrate what?” Laurens asked after everyone was oddly silent for a moment too long.

“You, mon ami!” Lafayette exclaimed, beaming.

Laurens felt his freckled face begin to burn bright red, hoping everyone would assume it was the heat of the fire and not what Lafayette had just said.

“But it’s nowhere near my birthday.” Laurens looked at his friends, his eyes lingering on Alexander. Alex simply grinned at him.

“This isn’t about that, mon ami,” Laf said. “This is about helping you.”

“Helping me?” Laurens was getting more and more confused.

“Helping you love yourself, baby,” Alex said, reaching out to squeeze Laurens’ knee.

Laurens was silent. How could he tell them that that simply wasn’t a possibility? He didn’t want to let his friends down like that, not when they’d clearly put a lot of effort into planning this for him. He decided he had to play along, at least for now. He owed that to them.

“So we all prepared a little something,” Herc said, pulling a paper out of his shorts pocket. “A little something about the reasons we love you.” Hercules looked around the circle, Lafayette and Alex nodding at him to read.

He cleared his throat. “So I prepared a little rap for ya’all,” Herc said. He looked around the circle one last time before beginning.

Laurens, my man, what can I say
that won’t sound so horribly cliched?
You’re kind and true,
and you always come through
for anyone who ever needs you.
You’re a real friend,
someone on which I can depend,
a brave one
who fights with his pals ‘til the end.
I wish you could see what’s so clear to me.
I wish you could receive
even half of what you give.
One day you will, but for as long as we live,
I’ll be by your side,
always there to remind,
that you, my friend, are one of a kind.

Herc was met with a round of applause and cheering when he finished. Laurens could only look at his friend, too stunned to clap or cheer, his mouth slightly agape.

“I am next!” Lafayette declared, holding a finger up to Laurens as if he needed to silence the other boy. “You may speak when we are all done.” Lafayette sat up straight, his posture as perfect as ever, and looked down at the piece of paper in his hands.

“Mon ami,” he began. “When we first met, I was alone. I was new to your country, state, and school, and you sat down with me in the cafeteria on my first day, and have done that every day since.” Laf caught Laurens’ eye for a moment, smiling at him.

Laurens had nearly forgotten that. Lafayette–– small, scared, and alone, starting at their school in the middle of seventh grade, with an accent other kids made fun of.

“That day is an example of who you are. Someone who is kind and brave, who will endure difficulties, like being teased for being friends with me, when it’s for something you really believe in.” Laf cleared his throat.

“Mon ami, I believe in you. I know life has not been easy, that you have come to believe things about yourself that simply are not true, but I need you to know, mon ami, that I will not rest until you like you, until you love you.”

When Laf looked up there were tears in his eyes, glistening in the flickering light the fire cast upon his brown face.

“Babe,” Alexander said, shifting Laurens’ attention from his teary-eyed friend to his boyfriend. “I’ve told you before–– I write essays about you. About your freckles, about your hair, about you eyes, about your ideals, about you stubbornness, about your spunk, about your bravery, about the sadness that you try to hide, about the way you’re always ready to fight someone for me or anything you care about.”

Alex paused, taking a deep breath. “I could fill volumes with my words about and to you, John. And it breaks my heart that you can’t even fill a page with good things about yourself.”

Laurens cringed. Alex was referring to an exercise they’d had to do in Spanish class a few weeks prior, where they used adjectives to describe themselves. Laurens’ had been almost entirely negative until he realized people were writing good things about themselves, causing him to scribble one or two words at the end of the list.

“I know learning to love yourself will take time, but baby, we’ve got it.” He reached out and took Laurens’ hand in his. “And we are gonna get you there, all of us,” he said, gesturing to Laf and Herc with his free hand. “I promise.”

Before Laurens could say a word, his friends leapt up and enveloped him in a crushing hug. At first his body tensed, but soon he relaxed, breathing them all in, for once thinking that maybe, he could eventually let love win.

anonymous asked:

Could I please request something smutty with RaeHood? I really would love to see you write Raven with Jason as Red Hood, I dunno why... But it'd be really sexy. Maybe he'd be part of his Outlaw team wih Kori and Roy?

There was no smut. The lemon queen hath failed.
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“I’m looking for Kory.”

Jason looked up from his neat scotch to the woman standing next to him. Short, black hair, pert little nose, cute mouth… Good looking, but something about her seemed a little off. She was too professional, too reserved, and way too weird for Jason. He sniffed, smelling the scent of shadows and tea over the thick smoke of the bar.

“Raven, right?”

She lifted an eyebrow. 

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Still in the vein of possible responses to “What would Sarah do when she realized Steve and Bucky were more than friends?” - from  mamamarvel . Sadly, no sidhe in this one.


The first time that she noticed it, Sarah hoped that her eyes were playing tricks on her.  She’d been on her feet all night, after all, stumbling home into the sunrise, her head pounding in time to the rhythm of her feet on the pavement.  Up all day before that, too, scraping together enough ice to throw in the tub with her fevered son.

She wouldn’t have gone to work, but there were bills to pay, and anyhow, Jamie wouldn’t leave Steve’s side.

Normally Stevie’s good ear could hear her coming from the bottom stair, but Mayor LaGuardia was knocking down buildings left and right, and their block was loud with the sound of diesel engines rumbling to life.  So Sarah stood in her own doorway, unnoticed, as Jamie pressed a kiss to her son’s pale forehead.

That, Sarah didn’t mind.  She was the one who’d taught the boy to test for a fever, after all.  And she’d known for years that Jamie –

“You missed,” Stevie rasped, and tugged his best friend down for the kind of kiss that tightened Sarah’s jaw.

“I’m home,” she trilled, too enthusiastic but too tired to be faking any emotion.  Still, it had been a long night, and she might be delirious – or maybe Steve was, his fever up past Jamie’s reckoning.  There was no need for concern, she told herself, and let Jamie draw water to soak her aching feet.

The second time, though, she’d had a full night’s sleep and Steve had gone a whole two months with nary a sniffle.  They were all at Coney Island—five kids with too much sugar in their veins and too much summer heat in their blood, Jamie and Becky’s dark heads bracketing Steve’s blond as they argued about which way to go, Alice and Nonie barely visible in the Saturday crowd, only their curly red hair impossible to lose.

The crowd didn’t stop girls from finding Jamie, though.  Sarah couldn’t blame them, really: Jamie had finally filled into his gangly limbs, and his clothes might have been hemmed and stained, but his dimples and his blue eyes could charm a girl right off her feet and onto –

Well.  This was hardly the first girl who’d approached Jamie, unfazed by Becky and Steve’s identical scowls.  And Jamie smiled at her, cocked his head and looked her over, nice and slow; and Sarah hoped so hard it felt like praying.

Then Steve’s hand pressed lightly into the small of Jamie’s back, a quiet touch in the bustling crowd, but Sarah saw.  Saw Jamie’s smile subside, and watched the regretful tip of his head as he sent the girl away.

Why, I’m flattered, Sarah didn’t need to hear him say, but I’m afraid I’m already spoken for.  She’d half-raised the lad, after all, and taught him how to mind his tongue.

She’d tried to teach Stevie, but the only tongues that boy minded were the ones wagging around him.

Alice and Nonie distracted her, tugging at her sleeves and asking for money to buy ice cream.  Sarah agreed.  Ice cream might not help the headache she could feel starting behind her eyes, but at least it would buy her some time.

She didn’t look at the older children as they walked away.  She didn’t want to think about what she had to do.

“It’s not right,” Sarah told Jamie, taking his arm after mass and praying for deliverance.  Alice had dragged Steve to the store for penny candy, and this might be Sarah’s only chance.

“The tie?” Jamie wondered, because the lad had a habit of never getting it quite straight.

Sarah closed her eyes and wished that she could do this with Steve instead, who would be indignant and not resigned, but she had taught Steve never to let anyone tell him what he couldn’t do.  And he couldn’t do this.

“Not the tie,” she whispered, her voice ragged.  She held a little tighter onto his arm.  “You and Stevie.”  Jamie stumbled, but kept his face forward and his eyes on the ground.  “This has to be the end of it,” she demanded, and Jamie swallowed hard.  He took a deep breath; Sarah listened to it catch in his throat, and felt her own throat close, wishing her boys weren’t such damned fools.  “I won’t allow it,” she insisted.

Jamie looked at her then, hard and long from his blanched face and nearly colorless eyes.  But he inclined his head, finally, the barest hint of a nod.  “You’re the boss,” he ground out, biting back all the words she knew had stuck in his throat.

Sarah shook her head.  Steve’s words would have been angry, righteous and filled with rage.  Jamie leaned away from her, afraid that she might find him lacking and send him away.  “Just a mother,” she corrected him, and straightened his tie.

“What did you say to Bucky!” Steve shouted, slamming the door behind him.  Sarah nearly sliced up her thumb instead of the cabbage she was chopping for dinner.

Steve stomped over to the table, folding his arms and glowering down at her with fiery blue eyes.  Her youngest, impossible son.

“I know you said something to him, Ma.  About – well, about something.”  Steve looked away, his jaw clenched and his cheeks red.  “He won’t – he says it’s time he had a doll, a steady maybe.  And I know that ain’t Bucky,” he continued, getting louder and redder by the word, “so it’s gotta-”

“Are you threatening me, Steven Grant?” Sarah asked tonelessly, her attention focused on the cabbage and her knife.

Steve deflated immediately.  “No, ma’am,” he promised, collapsing into a chair and fixing his gaze on his fidgeting hands, a remorseful blush staining his cheeks.  It didn’t hide his reddened eyes, though, or the tears he’d scrubbed away.  “’m sorry, Ma.”

He picked at a splinter on the table, for a minute, and Sarah let him, dumping the cabbage into a pot and setting it on the stove, waiting for it to boil.

“He said it ain’t right!” Steve finally burst out, unable to hold the words in.  Sarah smiled sadly, head tilted toward the pot where Steve couldn’t see.  She knew her boys.  “And I don’t, I mean – You wouldn’t tell him that, would you Ma?  You wouldn’t.”

“It isn’t, though,” Sarah said, keeping her voice low.  Steve wouldn’t hear any steel tones but his own, and sometimes the set of Jamie’s jaw when he’d had enough.

“That’s a dirty lie!” Steve snapped, and then clapped a hand over his mouth and mumbled an apology.  He stretched his hands across the table, blue eyes widening to accompany his new pleading tone.  “You’re always talking about love, Ma, aren’t you?  About how it’s in the Bible, and how it’s what we’re supposed to do.  And Jamie loves me,” Steve swore, strident and unfaltering.  Sarah had never seen her child doubt Jamie, not once in a dozen years.  “He told me so.”

“I know he does,” Sarah agreed, and curled her tired hands around her son’s sweaty palms.  “He has for years now,” she said, and shut her eyes against the way Steve puffed up a little taller and grinned.

“Then it is right,” Steve declared.  He paused, bright enough to notice his mother’s grimace, and squeezed her hands while vowing, “You don’t need to protect me, Ma.  Not from Bucky.”

Sarah huffed, smiling weakly at her blond, bellicose boy.  “It’s not you I’m protecting.”

“What?”  Steve frowned, pulling his hands away and leaning back.  “I don’t understand.  If not me, then -”

“Jamie loves you,” Sarah interrupted, because she could never have been tired enough to miss that.  “And you—well, lad, you love that he loves you.”  Steve shook his head, though in denial or confusion it wasn’t clear.

“Isn’t that good?” he asked, and Sarah rubbed at her temples.

You asked Millie Harding to the movies and she laughed, Sarah didn’t say.  She told you no one would want a crook-backed Mick who was deaf and wheezing to boot.  You brought Agnes MacDonnell flowers, and she asked if you were delivering them for your older brother, the dark-haired boy with the ice-blue eyes

“If Dolores-” two floors down, eighteen and gorgeous “-looked at you like Jamie does…”  Sarah trailed off, not wanting to ask what Steve would do.  Not wanting to know, because she was doing her best to protect them both.

Steve scuffed at the floor with his shoe, and stuck out his jaw.  “Wouldn’t mean nothin’,” he muttered, but he couldn’t meet her gaze.

“Don’t lie to me,” Sarah reprimanded him, gentle but firm.  “You’re in love with the way Jamie looks at you-” The way he’d looked at Steve since the boys were fifteen, like an angry Irish kid with a runny nose was his north star “-and the way he treats you like you’re the most important thing in his world.

“But one day,” she plowed on, determined to see this through, “someone else will look at you like that, and it’ll mean even more to you because they haven’t been there all along.  And you’ll leave him.”  Steve shook his head, hard, but his eyes were closed, and Sarah knew he was angry only with himself.  “You’ll leave him, lad, because: being wanted?  That’ll happen again, and it’ll be someone else’s eyes and hands doing the wanting.  That’s not one of a kind.

“But Jamie?”  And he opened his eyes and gave her half a watery smile, because they both loved Jamie, even if Steve didn’t love his best friend the way Jamie loved him.  “Jamie is one of a kind.  And he deserves someone who wants to hold onto that, to catch him because there’s no one else like him in the world, and there never will be.”

Steve nodded easily, then bit his bottom lip and flushed at his next words.  “But what if there isn’t anybody else?” he wondered, a plaintive cry from a little boy who had yet to make any friends.  “What if it’s just Buck, who looks at me like that?”

“It won’t be,” Sarah promised, because both her boys deserved to be loved for all that they were.  “And even if it was,” she added, when Steve didn’t look reassured, “would you ruin his chances at finding someone who loved him, just so he’d keep looking at you with stars in his eyes?”

“Nah,” Steve muttered, his gruffness at odds with the catch in his voice.  “Guess I’d better go tell him you don’t hate him, before he brings you the whole darn flower shop.”

He kissed Sarah’s forehead, on his way out, and she let him go.  She went to the window, watching her scrawny child vanish down the block, and wished that one day he’d open his eyes and realize that he treated Jamie like the sun—the brightest point in his world, but one he never bothered to notice because it was always there.

It would take him awhile, Sarah admitted, muffling her persistent cough into her handkerchief.  But that was fine.  She would be there to make sure that her two boys found each other, in the end.