look at these sparkly beautiful people

A shoutout to everyone with stretch marks that are not nearly invisible, that don’t get praised in romantic ways on a pink sparkly positivity edit, that don’t look like a “perfect imperfection” 

Deep purple stretch marks? Large stretch marks? Stretch marks in places where people are not used to them being? Stretch marks that look like scars? Stretch marks that are super visible and cause people to stare? Stretch marks that are nothing but ugly in your eyes? 

All of them are normal. And if you’ll never think of them as cute or romantic, that’s okay. You don’t have to adore every single inch of your skin. You can still be beautiful as a whole, even if your stretch marks are “ugly” to you. 

It pisses me off so much how in the books Parvati and Lavender are just pidgeon-holed as ‘fashion obsessed hair heads’ for most of the books?

I mean, they might not be, but that was the impression pre-teen!me got from reading the books?

And now I’m all … okay, okay Hermione is awesome and we all know it.

But that doesn’t mean Lavender and Parvati are stupid just because they are geared differently from Hermione.

Fashion is hella hard and it requires a lot of memorization and attention to detail? And honestly Lavender and Parvati seem to be pretty nice people, in the little glimpses we get of them?

And all I want is Harry, following the Weasley without getting noticed (because he is used to sneaking around without disturbing people or attracting their attention, owing to the Dursley for that) and getting through the barrier and on the train.

And Lavender’s father helping him out with his baggage, jokingly asking him to keep an eye on his little girl? You seem like a good lad, my Lavender is the most beautiful girl, I need a strong gentleman to keep an eye out until she gets to Hogwarts and she starts to learn magic, so are you up to it?

Which is, of course, not true. Lavender has been going to self-defense lessons for years.

But the man noticed that this was a little kid with no parents around, looking all alone.

He thought 'hey, maybe I can stick him with my kid and they’ll make friends’

(btw, as Lavender is not, as far as I know, confirmed as pureblood in canon, I am going with half-blood or muggleborn for her, I’m thinking muggleborn for this specific AU?)

And Lavender is all “Daddy!” and apologizing to Harry for her dorky dad the moment he is out of the door.

And very nicely avoiding to comment on his clothes because she knows how it feels to be conscious of how your clothes look on you and it’s clear to her eyes that the way Harry is dressed he is probably from some orphanage or something because those are huge hand me downs.

(Because fuck you 90s, being fashion conscious doesn’t mean you are an elitist bitch).

And her parents are looking at her from the Platform and instead of asking about Harry’s life, not wanting to put him on the spot, Lavender waves to them and starts talking to Harry all “Those are my parents, they are so fascinated with the idea of magic and what I will learn at Hogwarts, I can’t wait to write to them all about the castle. My dad works in an office as an accountant and my mother has a column in –” Insert popular teen magazine for 90s UK.

And Harry is a bit overwhelmed but Lavender isn’t staring at him, she is not forcing him to talk and she looks nice.

So he kind of starts to tell her about the Dursely y'know, not like he did with Ron about how terrible they are, but about Vernon working for Grunnings (Lavender giggles and says 'Oh I am so sorry but it just sounds like a really silly name? Grunnings.’ and she tries to stretch the word a bit and Harry laughs a little and says yes, because it does sound silly the way she’s saying it, he just had never thought about it. 'I think it’s Swedish or something’ he offers and Lavenders nods sagely because yes, that makes sense) and how Petunia lives at home and reads all sort of gossipy papers, but not teen ones so sorry, he has never seen Lavender’s mom’s column.

And then the door to their compartment open and Parvati and Padma’s mother (I don’t know if they are pureblood but I’m headcanoning them as pureblood for this one) politely asks if there’s space for two more girls and when Lavender and Harry, after looking at each other, agree, Madam Patil levitates their trunks in (much to the amazement of Harry and Lavender) and settles them above and then guides her daughters in.

She introduces them, putting her hands on her shoulders, cautions her girls to not get wand-happy and wishes everyone a happy Hogwarts year and then leaves them there, going back to the Platform to join her husband and tell him how she left their daughters in the presence of Harry Potter.

“He looked dreadful. Hard up at the very least. I think you should look into his family situation. His clothes, at the very least, were terrible.” She murmurs, softly. “I am sure our girls will adopt him before the ride is over, so you should look forward to hearing about him in their letters.”

Her husband, who knows all about his beloved’s wife tendency to take people under her wing and adopt dangerous animals and fell in love with her for it (as well as for other qualities she has) because he’s very much the same, smiles fondly at her for the last bit and nods seriously at the first one.

It doesn’t matter who the boy is. Well it does, because Harry Potter of course, but it also doesn’t matter because no child should be mistreated.

Also it’s kind of strange that Harry Potter would look hard up, considering it’s common knowledge his parents left him handsomely provided for, full tuition to Hogwarts already paid.

Lavender gushes about how beautiful the Patil twins are, which immediately conquers Parvati, who gushes right back at Lavender’s sparkly accessories.

(Look, I might be wrong because this was the UK and not Italy, and if I am please let me know, but I was a child in the 90s, I bought italian teen magazines, sparkly shit taped to the cover under a plastic sleeve was the shit with fashionable people.)

Of course the moment Harry introduces himself, the Parvati twins try really hard not to goggle, though they do look at his scar, and then Parvati starts asking a storm of questions about where he grew up, whether the Harry Potter adventure books right about all he did since he was a child, if not that what did he do since beating You-Know-Who.

Harry 'Do you mean Voldemort?’ is greeted by soft gasps, right until Lavender asks 'Who?’ and then Parvati starts telling her all about the horrible Voldemort and how Harry and his parents saved them all from that monster.

Padma’s brain on the other hand is whirring and she is the one who reassures Harry that he will do just as fine as everybody else, when he says that.

Lavender and Parvati interrupt their convo because Lavender needs to assure to Harry that she’s muggleborn too, so they will have to learn together and he will be just on par with her, while Parvati explains that magical kids do get a leg up because some of them are allowed to practice at home but that really, she will make sure Harry is up to date with everything that is 'stupefy’ about the magical world.

At which point, Lavender asks what 'stupefy’ means and Padma explains that it’s the stunning spell, so don’t say it while pointing your wand at anyone and Parvati adds that it means, well, the most stunning things around.

(What? Wizarding children should have their own slang).

So by the point Hermione and Neville come by, the group as already made the first basic ties and while Neville is greeted and introduced by Padma and Parvati to the rest of the group, Hermione goes on fine right until she hears Harry’s name.

Padma and Parvati thinks it’s … whatever wizarding equivalent is there of gauche, that Hermione would throw that torrent of words at Harry and just … presume to know about him.

Lavender is just hella protective of her new friend.

Tightly knit protective of Harry formation is achieved in 0.2 seconds.

Neville, who has been around other pureblood children but has been condescended upon by most of them (not Padma and Parvati, given that Parvati will stick up for him later on, but still, it was a general tendency towards a potential squib) has found in Hermione one person who has been nice to him to the point of going out of her way to help him look for his embarrassing toad, so he gets protective of Hermione right back.

So basically, Parvati tells Hermione that she should not barrage people with informations like that, Neville replies timidly that Hermione didn’t mean anything bad, she just like quoting sources, Lavender tells Harry that he doesn’t have to worry, they’ll look up all that stuff when they get to Hogwarts, Hermione gets huffy because of course she didn’t mean anything bad, she just thought Harry would know about that stuff, Padma asks why Hermione would think that when Harry has been raised in the muggle world, Neville goggles at the news that Harry was raised in the muggle world.

It’s a mess.

And then Draco Malfoy arrives, because he’s been making the rounds of the train to look for Harry Potter (saying hi to family allies on the way).

I am not sure who says what to whom for most of the ‘chat’ but what I am sure of is that by the end of it, Neville and Hermione are going to be best friends forever and an united front against snobby purebloods, Padma has icily informed 'Mister Malfoy’ that she will be writing to her father about how low the raising standards of the Malfoy have fallen to produce Draco as a result, in response to a snipe Draco made about telling his father about the Patil twins and the rabble they are sticking with, Parvati has informed Crabbe and Goyle that she had not thought they were better than this but they definitely need to find themselves friends who don’t just treat them like dumb muscle and Lavender has vowed to herself that it doesn’t matter to her how cute Draco Malfoy is or how attractive his silver hair are she will spell his hair and robes to look like something an 80s hairband groupie would wear, just as soon as she learns the necessary spells.

To make it simple, battle lines have been drawn, metaphorical blood has been spilled on all sides and the Harry-Lavender-Parvati-Padma friendship has been set in stone.

Ron, if you are curious about him, found a compartment that had Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas in it and spent a really amazing first ride to Hogwarts.

They both made sure Dean knew how Gryffindor was the best house there ever is and then they explained Quidditch to him and became fascinated when Dean explained football (to americans: soccer) to them, especially once Dean started sketching out schemes and stuff.

There are too many players, but it looks like exactly the kind of team effort chasers have to put together only spread through eleven people and that’s just wow.

Fireworks - H.S.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I mumble. The twinkling lights are mesmerizing and I just can’t seem to focus on anyone else, not even the amazing man beside me that brought me here tonight. When Harry only hums a response, I take my gaze off the fireworks ahead of me and stare at his sharp jawline.

Lately Harry had been acting differently. At first I noticed little things, like him closing off and disappearing into his own head for short amounts of time, but after a while he started raising these walls around him, pretending to be someone who is not even though the real Harry I had met two years prior was something I wish everyone had in his life.

Of course, Harry did not only have a name to keep, but also a reputation. Yes, he was pictured as a womanizer and I think he did won best dressed male again last year, although I don’t keep up with that. I keep up with what actual Harry is up too, what ticks him, what he enjoys doing. Most of the things the media bring to attention aren’t very good small details of a bigger picture.

I think that’s why this friendship works so damn well. That might also be the absolute number one reason I fell madly in love with this man. I’d never risk anything to put our friendship in jeopardy, because I honestly believe I’d never find someone like him, ever again. He was the only real thing in a world filled with lies and misinterpretations.

I’m actually terrified I’ll never get to see the real Harry again. And whatever I try, I just can’t seem to get through to him. So when he appeared at my door, giant grin on his rosy lips and a bottle of expensive champagne held up in one hand, I couldn’t decline.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Harry laughs, pulling his bottom lip between his pearly white teeth before his glance is cast in my direction. I can feel the rosy hue appear on my cheeks, but they’re transparent to Harry’s gaze due to the harsh lighting of the fireworks going off in front of us.

“This lighting is doing you good.” I decide to go with a true compliment, although that wasn’t initially on my mind. I love the smile that it draws on his lips, the way his eyes crinkle and how he then casts his glance away. “Do you say that to all men?”

“Only you.” I shrug my shoulders with a grin and let a shriek flow from my lips when I feel Harry’s elbow collide with my ribs. “Hey, I gave you a really nice compliment and this is how you repay me?”
“What do you want to hear? How beautiful you look? You always do, Y/n.” Harry huffs as he rolls his eyes and fixates his gaze back onto the sparkly lights disappearing as quickly as they appear.

“You’re one of the most kind-hearted people I know Harry, you deserve all of this success you’re receiving, you know that right?” I decide to bring up the new single, the one that’s supposed to come out in just a few hours – at midnight to be exact. He hadn’t mentioned it since I had heard it when he had initially finished it. It was his baby, his first solo record and he didn’t seem to utter another word about it. It had been months and it saddened me because it was so damn good.

“How is that new man of yours?” Harry’s voice changes tone, and when I decide to peek I see the frown that has set onto his eyebrow. I guess we’re still not talking about it, and I decide to drop it. Last time I had tried to initiate conversation we ended up not speaking to each other for almost two weeks. Which were the worst two weeks of my life, really. “That’s over and done with, didn’t I mention that?”

“Well no, you didn’t.” Harry sighs and I see the small smile tug at his lips. I scoot a little bit closer to Harry, although I’m not sure why. “Well, sorry then.”
“Why did you break up? I thought you liked him.” Harry throws his arm around my shoulder and I lay my head on his shoulder, taking in a deep breath as I focus back on the popping flashing of light.

“I never really did, I think.” I mumble, dropping my hand onto Harry’s knee and giving it a firm squeeze. “I’m searching for something else.” I finish off, feeling my heart throb in my throat. Indirectly, in my own head, I had confessed my love for Harry. He would never see it as such, but that didn’t take away any of the anxiety coursing through my body.

“Well it’s great that you know what you want.”

“Don’t you know what you want?”

“Yeah, but I’m sure she hasn’t even given it a thought. I think I’m nothing more to her than just a really good friend.”

“Who says that? Harry if you want this girl, go and get her. Do you even realize how amazing you are? You always put me up when I’m down. You watch the most horrifying movies with me whenever I want to, without any complaint. You once showed up at my door just because I sounded blue to you on the phone. I’m sure whatever girl you want is just as madly in love with you as you are with her.” I grin, squeezing his knee for emphasis as I let my eyes dart along the sky, trying to follow every firework going off.

“Do you know what sign of the times is about?” Harry suddenly questions and I feel myself stiffen in his embrace as he for the first time in weeks talks about his song or upcoming album.
“Well I interpreted it as hope.” I decide to voice my own thoughts and feelings as simply as possible.

“That’s the great part of it. I think – in whatever time of your life you are, it might – I don’t know – can be interpreted in whatever way it suits you.” Harry starts to stumble over his words as if he were nervous, his ring clad fingers toying with his jeans as he avoids my gaze as well as the sounds going on around us.

“So you’re saying I’m hoping for something?” I smile, somewhat feeling my own nerves bubbling in my stomach as I pull away from Harry, smiling brightly at his twinkling eyes.

“Yeah, you could say it like that. But I think we all hope something, right?” Harry grins right back at me and I slowly let my eyes close, nodding once, but firmly at his statement – or question.

“Hm.” I agree verbally, wanting to lay my head again against his shoulder but he stops me, his eyes searching mine tentatively as I keep frozen in my spot. I let a low breath slip past my opened lips, my tongue darting out to wet them before I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, slowly biting down on it.

Something seems to click in Harry’s mind and before I can completely comprehend what is happening or is about to happen, Harry leans in but hovers right before his lips are about to meet mine. He lets me decide if I want this – if I want to kiss him and as soon as my brain has caught up to current events, I lean the short distance and press my lips firmly against his.

Harry’s large hand cups my cheek and for a second I feel like I might burst out into tears of happiness, but instead I settle for a large grin which almost breaks up our kiss. I feel the vibrations of Harry’s chuckle against my lips as my eyelids flutter.

Harry pulls away, keeping his hand in place, as he seems to catch his breath. His lips press to mine once more in a gentle, simple peck right as the last few fireworks make their last pop in front of us, illuminating the dark night sky.

Also, the people who attended this show were fucking amazing, every where you looked someone was wearing pink, florals, sequences/sparkly clothes like everyone looked so beautiful and people there were so nice and complimenting everyone. I thought going alone was gonna be bad, but i met so many nice people and made new friends

anonymous asked:

RFA + Saeran reacting to MC having eyes that change color based on her mood?

Thank you for the request! I was looking at this ask and thinking how cool it would be in a Fic or something :D
(It’s a sign)
Hope you enjoy it! :)

Zen: Absolutely stunned by the beauty of your eyes. People thought that his eyes were already quite captivating however as he sees your colours change from a deep sea blue to a sparkly pink, he can’t help but be completed fascinated. He loves looking into your eyes and loves how easily he can see your emotions now. He doesn’t have to worry about you keeping things hidden from him now, he can see when your worried or when your sad. He’ll be able to be by your side even more now.

Yoosung: So Yoosung isn’t the most observant person but with your eyes, he’ll be able to grow a lot more as a person. He’ll be able to see how you act as your eyes change colour and soon, he’ll be able to notice a change in attitude even without looking at your eyes. He loves how they change colours because they’re beautiful and also because it helps him out a lot so he doesn’t make insensitive decisions.

Jaehee: Fascinated by your eyes, how does something like this happen? To make sure she isn’t doing anything wrong she’ll always look at your eyes to see the emotion painted on your face. She finds that your eyes are extremely helpful in correcting her actions and just by looking at them, she feels comforted and filled with a sort of hope. She’ll be able to look at the world with a different light after being exposed to your ‘truthful’ eyes.

Jumin: He’s beyond fascinated, he really wants to know just what caused this phenomenon to occur. He runs (consented) research through eye tests and just general research but nothing seems to explain your ‘condition’ completely. For once, he’ll take it at face value. He’ll admire your eyes as much as he can. When he sees that you’re sad, he’ll do everything in his power to change that. If anything, your eyes become something that he feels blessed to look at.

707: He’s amazed by your eyes but admits that he doesn’t need them to notice how you’re feeling, and he’s quite right. Even before your eyes start to change, he sees the signs and finds way to prevent negative emotions. Your eyes are pretty but for Seven, they’re just there for decoration. He understands you and your emotions well enough that he doesn’t need to look at your eyes for hints. Although you can expect him to get lost in your eyes quite a lot, too many times actually.

V: With his deteriorating eyesight, seeing your eyes yet alone the colour was near to impossible. He would ask for the colour of your eyes when he wanted to know what you were feeling when he couldn’t guess it however there were times that you would lie to him however he knew. V knew when you were lying to him so he would put his face right in front of yours and stare into your eyes only centimetres apart to see the colour. He knew that you didn’t want him to worry but what he wanted was to keep you happy, that’s what he uses your eyes for.

Saeran: Absolutely confused and shocked at your eyes. “How can they do that?” he would often think and you wouldn’t have an answer for it. Sometimes you wished that he had the changing eye colours because he would show no emotion on his face. Your eyes helped him a lot in understanding human emotions and mood because he saw how you acted in different situations. To him, your eyes are brilliant yet a bit strange however they help him to understand those around him better- he acknowledges this and wants to learn more about you and the world he was sheltered from.

The Dancing Confession - Klaus Mikaelson

Underneath my glittering ball gown, I was shaking with nerves but my facial expression only showed a flicker of worry. I walked to the door of the mansion that was built by hybrids who are sired to a person who can sometimes be a pain in the ass to the people who know him. The mansion glistened in the light of the moon , as the door opened the expression I wore before changed to a sickening sweet smile. The only reason I came to this ball was due to the persuasive techniques of Rebekah Mikaelson.

Rebekah noticed me in an instant as she was talking with Matt Donovan who I knew to be her date to the ball. She walked to me after quickly excusing herself from the conversation. Her near platinum hair was straightened then pinned up to give her outfit a more elegant air, her brown eyes were lightly dusted with sparkly eyeshadow and her normally pale lips were layered with a nude coloured lipstick which compliment her dress of emerald green which was the masterpiece of her outfit.
“ You look beautiful Bexs.” I said as I walked over to her and finally stood next to her.
“You look amazing Y/N.” she complimented back with a kind smile.
By the time we were in the middle of our conversation about some of the people at the ball Rebekah’s brother Klaus joined us to drag Rebekah over to the stairs as her other brother Elijah started his speech. In this speech everyone was given the information that the first dance was going to be a centuries old waltz.

Before I could even move from the crowd I felt someone’s hand on my arm.
“May I have this dance Y/N.” I heard Klaus ask me with a hint of worry laced in his voice as if he the almighty original hybrid was scared of my answer.
“Yes, you may Mr Mikaelson.” I replied with a cheeky undertone to my voice which raised a smirk onto Klaus’s lips.

As we got in position on the dancefloor in the ballroom I sneaked a look at all the other couples and noticed Rebekah smiling at me with one of though good luck looks.
The song Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran played and then on cue I was dancing with Klaus. I looked into his eyes and then knew It was a bad idea as I became hypnotised in them.  
“Why did you say yes?” Klaus asked out of the blue and in a curious manner.
“Because I don’t take what I hear from other people as gospel and because what I have seen of you from being around Rebekah and actually striking up many conversations with you, you are an amazing down to earth person.” I replied honestly.
“Why did you ask me out of everyone else at this ball?”  I asked him with a slightly shaken voice.
“Because as much as I have tried to deny it to myself I have fallen for you Y/N; I am captivated by you. With my heart and what left of my broken and battered soul I believe that you Y/N Y/L/N are my soulmate.” Klaus confessed with raw emotion and teary eyes as we still continued to dance with the song half way through.
As the song slowly came to an end my head twirled like a ballerina on top of a music box with many unanswered questions and before I knew it my heart had answered for me.
“I love you too Klaus Mikaelson.” I confessed to him and sealed it with a kiss to his lips.

The rest of the night went on a rollercoaster ride as me and Klaus showed affections towards each other at random points during the night with the bad things being that Kol got his head snapped by the hot headed Damon Salvatore.

What I certainly didn’t envision for tonight was ending up in Klaus’s bed with him holding me while we slept.

i can’t wait to marry you

for the lovely @highkeybane  

huge thanks for @hail-andfarewell and @lightshook for editing this for me

Summary: Alec spends the day remembering all his special moments with Magnus, as he prepares himself for to finally marry his best friend. 

Pairing: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood

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Alec slowly opens his eyes as the sun softly shined in through the curtains. Everything was hazy at first, but after a few seconds, everything went back to normal. He slowly turns around and he smiles so brightly as he sees a figure lying next to him. It’s Magnus, his fiance, and today is the day—the day of their wedding.

Alec looked at his beautiful fiance, and thinks to himself,  how did I get so lucky? He kept looking at Magnus, and he remembered how they have known each other since high school, and had met during freshman year.

It was their first day in school, and Alec was nervous. He didn’t know how to socialize properly, unlike his younger siblings, Izzy, and Jace. After finding his first class without much difficulty, he sat down and pulled out his books, pencil, and eraser and then—

“Pssssst,” Alec hears a voice calling him. He turned around and saw a beautiful Asian boy behind him.

“Yes?” Alec replied feeling utterly confused. Why was this boy talking to him? No one really talks to him.

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Different - Park Jimin 001

Words : 4229

Genre : Merman!AU

I apologize for any grammatical or mistake in general, please keep in mind that English isn’t my first language

(I didn’t proofread this yet but I will soon hopefully lol)


This is the story of a lonely merman named Jimin, Park Jimin.

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anonymous asked:

I feel like prompt number 1 would be fun and different to read 😂

Okay I seriously love you for asking for this one because as soon as I saw the list I had a brilliant idea for this so yaaaay. Here we go, I hope you like. <3 

1. The skirt is supposed to be this short.

Even threw his head back, his entire body shaking from the laughter consuming him to the point where he couldn’t see anything but stars. He finally took a few breaths trying to calm himself down, as he looked back at Isak, red faced and tears shining his blue eyes. 

“Oh baby this is just. I mean I am flattered that you would dress up for me but-” 

He was cut off by the couch cushion hitting him square in the jaw which set off another giggle fit. 

Isak rolled his eyes and placed a hand on his hip which just made the entire situation even more amusing for Even who found himself unable to stop laughing again. 

Even calmed himself down and took in Isak fully. He was standing in front of Even glaring down at him wearing a red and white cheerleading out fit. Pom poms sitting right at his feet where Isak threw them when he came out, and Even whistled and told him to pick up his pen for him. 

“Stop staring at me!” the golden haired cheerleader groaned, crossing his arms. 

“Nice legs” Even just can’t help himself. 

“I mean it Eveeeeeeen” 

Even raised his hands in truce “Okay okay i’m done. would you like to explain why you are all dressed up for the big game Mr. spirit.” 

Isak shoot him daggers. 

“Last one I promise.” 

Isak rolled his eyes but a smile was hinting at his lips, as always when he was around Even. “Okay so…well…Jonas bet me that I couldn’t go a whole day at school without mentioning your name once..and-” 

Even grinned so wide he turned into one of those clowns you throw balls in at the fair. “Awwww you lost? looks like someone is obsessed with meee” 

Isak shook his head, his cheeks turning bright pink “shuuuuut up they tricked me! They asked me what I was doing after school when they knew I was hanging out with you.” 

Even nodded understandingly “So how did long did it take you to lose?”

He bowed his golden head in shame “5 minutes.” 

Even was gone again. laughing to the brink where he couldn’t even breathe “FIVE MINUTES” 

“You suck” 

“Hey come here.” Even tugged on his skirt and brought him close enough for Even to breathe him in. 

“So they made you wear this to the party tonight?” 

Isak tugged on the skirt “Yes! and I swear they made this shorter so I get blue balls or something.” 

Even smiled “You do know that’s not what blue balls means right?” 

Isak rolled his eyes. “I know Even I meant. There is no way i’m attractive in this, you can basically see my ass!” 

Even shook his head, his laughter consuming the room. “Firstly, The skirt is supposed to be this short.” he squeezed Isak’s hips, sending shivers up his spine. “secondly, dear god Isak you are hot.” 

Isak raised an eyebrow. 

“You are so sexy it’s taking all of my restraint and willpower not to take this really short marvellous costume off right now and showing you just how beautiful you really are.” 

Isak shook his head, his face bright red. “shuut up” 

Even raised both eyebrows “I am serious. Isak look at yourself! I can see every inch of your legs, and your arms and -” Even gulped “Okay we need to make it a rule that you wear skirts and dresses more often. it’s like the second best thing to naked Isak.” 

Isak laughed “You are such a weirdo, you know that right?” 

Even pulled Isak onto his lap and kissed him “Yeah but i’m your weirdo” he said against his lips. 

and then he was pushing Isak off and standing up. 

“What are you doing?” Isak asked, confused. 

Even shrugged. “I’m gonna see if Noora has any dresses I can borrow. You didn’t seriously think I would let you have all the fun did you?” 

Isak smiled as he watched him walk away. Because he knew Even was really doing it to make Isak feel safe and less self conscious and right then all he could think, was that he never imagined ever being this loved in his whole life. 

Even came back out. “So Noora had nothing, but Eskild did.” 

Isak laughed “of course.” 

“We are gonna be the hottest people at this thing.” 

“For sure” Isak said gazing at his beautiful boyfriend and the tiny sparkly dress he was holding which will definitely be way too short for giraffe Even. 

“I’m suddenly looking forward to this party now.” 

Even raised his eyebrows and kissed his lips. “Good.” 

Okay this was so silly but I hope you enjoyed it <3 

anonymous asked:

I made up an asexual blog and aphobes are harassing me on it lately when it got more popular. I didnt do anything wrong I dont harass or look down on non aces or other lgbt people or anything (I get messages like "You aces are ugly ugly ugly homophobes and transphobes!!!!") . I seriously lost all my inspiration for the blog and they suceeded in making me feel bad about my sexuality and mae me feel like I am unwanted and unworthy because of it.

Hello, Anons!

I’ve been waiting until I had two messages on the same subject, and what do you know, it’s asexuality!

First of all, your Slightly Aggressive Affirmer is asexual. And I’m super cool, in multiple ways, like a fucking sun smart polar bear who surfs the ice floes in sunglasses and sensible but stylish freakin’ hats. Therefore being asexual must also be ultra-cool. I am a scientist, and this is science fact I have decreed it!

Okay, but seriously though:

You are not a bad person or unworthy or unwanted. Having pride in your sexuality and trying to help others feel that pride too is awesome! It doesn’t mean that you’re “looking down” on anybody. Getting unprovoked messages saying that you’re homophobic or transphobic doesn’t make those things true. I’m sure there are some asexual people who are, because there are SO MANY different people in the world with different opinions. But your sexuality doesn’t automatically mean you hate anybody. If it did, there’d be no straight allies.

Also, there are asexual people who are trans (I personally know three) and there are asexual people who also identify as gay, because of their romantic orientation. And they can have asexual pride too. Some of them even run asexual blogs! So your attackers are coming at you with no fucking logic whatsoever, and it’s okay to ignore them.

Which brings me to a second point, and this ones for ALL THE BLOGGERS out there, not just the asexual ones:

You do NOT have to listen to or respond to hate. I know how it feels to get hateful messages, both here and on my personal blog. It really hurts and it’s so hard to ignore what people say. Most people have it built into us then when someone criticises us or our actions, we need to apologise or try to fix the situation. I think that’s why online hate hurts so much. It makes you feel that you have done something wrong, and your brain’s response to that is to try and fix things. And if the thing you’ve been told is wrong is a part of who you are, like your sexuality, it’s very hurtful because you know you can’t fix it.

But when someone sends you abuse for being who you are, it can help to remind yourself that you DO NOT need to apologise or fix yourself. They are the person who is doing something wrong. The fact you are being told you’re a bad person doesn’t make it true.

Imagine I’m in the supermarket, shopping for chocolate milk and cheesecakes, and a stranger came up and yelled in my face that I’m useless. That would be very distressing and frightening for me, but it wouldn’t actually be true. This total stranger doesn’t know me or anything about me (except maybe that I make poor dietary choices). Without knowing me, how would they know whether I’m useful or not? They don’t know that I’m always there to offer my friends a ride if they need one. They don’t know that I helped my friend move last weekend, driving my car and helping make sure each box went to the right place, because I wanted to make up for my physical inability to carry heavy boxes. They don’t know that I volunteer. Or that I run a blog dedicated to slightly aggressively affirming people.

The fact that the random stranger says I am useless does not mean that I am. Sometimes I feel like I am, so it might be difficult for me to deal with being told that. But strangers do not have any right to comment or make me feel bad.

The sad thing about the internet is that people CAN say these things, and they feel like they can do so, safely and anonymously. They feel much safer going to someone’s blog and accusing them of something than they would feel approaching randoms in a supermarket. This is true, even when they’re using their real name and identity, such as on Facebook. Studies into social media behaviour have found that people will say things online that they wouldn’t say in public, such as using racial slurs or making violent threats.

What this means to me is that people who attack you online are cowards. They won’t say these things in the outside world, but will say them if they feel there aren’t consequences.

So, to recap so far:

a) Being proud of your sexuality doesn’t make you a bad person.
b) Just because someone tells you you’re a bad person, doesn’t make it true.
c) People who attack other people on the internet are cowardly.

As for being asexual, well, here’s a little about that:

a) Asexual people are fab. I have decreed this.
b) Asexual people are not broken, damaged, inhuman or wrong.
c) All identities on the aro and ace spectrums are real and valid.
d) There’s all different kinds of people who are asexual. It’s as diverse as any other group. Some like sex and some don’t. Some like polka dots and others prefer stripes. There are aro-aces and panromantic aces and loads of other orientations in the middle. All of them are valid.
e) Because all aces are so different, no one can EVER make a judgement about who you are on the basis of your sexuality.

And f) because it’s important:

All your feelings about your asexuality (or any other orientation you might be) are valid. Asexual pride is great, but if you struggle to feel good about your asexuality, that is okay. If you wish you weren’t asexual, that’s just as valid as being full of pride. You’re not letting anyone down. It’s not your job to represent all asexual people. You can even have mixed feelings. Maybe sometimes you’re proud of who you are, and other times you feel lonely or useless and wishing things were different. That’s okay. Your feelings about your orientation are ALL valid.

YOU are valid, your sexuality is real, you’re not wrong or broken, you DEFINITELY DEFINITELY DO DESERVE LOVE (in whatever form you prefer, romance, friendship, etc). And being proud of your sexuality does not mean you look down on other people’s.


- The Slightly Aggressive Affirmer

(ps. if you don’t know @theasexualityblog, check it out. full of pride but also has the reassuring answers to your questions. and is super nice)

(pps. anon #2, i’ve queued some ace-pridey type affirmations for you and I hope they help)

White Widow - Part 7

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | PART 8 | PART 9 (Smut)| PART 10 (Final)

Character Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Summary: When the reader loses her fiance to Hydra, she is sent to the Avengers compound for her protection. Forced to share the guest house with the famous assassin, the Winter Soldier, she must learn to cope with her loss and her new roommate. All this, while trying to solve the mystery of why Hydra is now hunting her.

A/N: This chapter goes from fluffy romance to kidnapping and torture real fast. Blood, violence, and swearing, Be warned.

Originally posted by nutmeg2080

I don’t think I’d ever appreciated the sound of silence so much after all our guests left. Just as soon as I thought I could relax, there were people running around all week decorating the compound for Christmas. Bucky and I got a giant, beautifully decorated tree in our living room amongst other beautiful and sparkly decorations. As I looked at all the lights and garland, I realized I needed to get Bucky a gift. He’d been so wonderful to me and I just had to show him my appreciation. I knew Steve was my best bet for ideas.

I knocked on his bedroom door, pitching my idea.

“I might have something…” he led me in

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Seven Years (part one)

I got two different prompts (one of them was from my brother and the other from one of my best friends) and I decided to combine them into one, they’re numbers 13 (don’t leave me) and 75 (you’re one hell of a girl) of the prompt list. Enjoy :)

Summary: Chris and MC (Emily) have been together for 7 years now, and they moved to L.A together about three years ago (read my other story I’m going to keep you safe), but their jobs are getting the best of them, and they consider what’s in their future.

I made something kinda different here, this shows them drifting apart and Chris is different. You guys might find the way he’s acting strange, and that it doesn’t suit him, but it makes sense to me, with the situation they’re in.

Words: 1062


When Chris and I moved here, everything felt just right. We didn’t have any money. We barely had any furniture. We didn’t know anyone. We only had each other, and that was more than enough.

With time, Chris grew in his team, and money came more and more. I stayed home and wrote every single day.

Little by little, our apartment became a home. We eventually moved out to a bigger place, an actual house. Somewhere with a backyard, where Chris could practice, with an office just for me to write in peace, and with a few guest bedrooms, so our family and friends could stay with us when they visited.

But the last six months went by so fast that everything was still blurry. Chris was never home. I was always there, and always lonely.

Writing a book wasn’t easy. There were too many hours of research and procrastination. Chris used to make it better. Whenever I was feeling sad or was stuck in the story, he would take my mind of it. But lately he was too busy to even show up home for dinner.

One year ago he was hired by a bigger team, and the fame changed everything. Sure, he was famous before, but it wasn’t the same. He had some sponsors, made some social media ads and that was it. Now, everything was just so big. He was in TV commercials. Talk shows. Everywhere. Everyone wanted a piece of Chris Powell. And I, the one who used to have every piece of him, was left with nothing.

At nights, he was usually at some talk show or making an appearance at some party or movie premiere. He stopped inviting me to those after his manager said people like seeing him alone better - he was an attractive guy, if people thought he was single, it was more likely for him to be called for ads and commercials.

He would always get home after midnight, get quietly in the bed and sleep. He wouldn’t face me. He wouldn’t ask me if I was up. He wouldn’t kiss my forehead if I was sleep. He would just turn around and sleep. Just like that.

At mornings, I would get up early, make us breakfast and wait for Chris to come down. He would give me a quick kiss, eat while going through his phone and leave, again.

After six months of that, I just couldn’t take it anymore. I loved Chris with everything in me. I was still the girl who gave up everything to be with him. And now, we’d barely speak two words.

But, that day, I made a decision. Chris and I were forever. I knew that. He knew that. Everyone did. So, I was gonna fight for our forever.

That night he was going to a party of one of his teammates, so I decided to go and be with the man I love. I put on my black sparkly strapless dress, the one he got me for our 6th anniversary.


I walking into his friend’s house and immediately recognized some celebrities. Those were the people Chris spent his days with. Actors, singers, comedians, and just famous people.

I was feeling very intimidated. All those girls were so beautiful. Their faces and bodies looked like they were carved by a literal god (or someone with a very expensive medical degree).

I spotted Chris outside by the pool. He looked so beautiful. But I realized he wasn’t alone. Then, the girl tried to kiss him, and when he pushed her away, he saw me. I could almost see the glow in his eyes die. I turned around to leave, but a small crowd was formed in the living room, blocking my way. So, I ran upstairs.

I found the nearest room and locked myself in it. I sat on the bed and started crying. I just couldn’t believe it. We had been together for seven years. Sure, he didn’t cheat, he pushed her away. But he knew things were getting to that point. He knew what that girl was going to do. He wanted to see if she would just try.

I knew Chris wasn’t the type of guy to do that. Never would be. But after so many years… maybe? Maybe it was my fault. Maybe I wasn’t trying too hard. Maybe seven years was too much. Maybe we weren’t “forever”

Then, someone started knocking.

“Ems, please let me in. I wanna talk.”

“No, Chris. I just wanna be alone. I don’t wanna see anyone right now.”

Then, I all could hear was the music coming from downstairs. Did he leave? Afterwards, he walked into the bedroom through the bathroom door.

Damn. I forgot there were two doors in there.

“Ems, please hear me out. I know this isn’t me. But it’s just… everything’s been so overwhelming. The people, the fame, the lights… I felt so alone. I knew you were always by my side. But I wanted to be strong. You’re one hell of a girl, Emily. Just, please don’t leave me.”

“Chris, I’ve loved you since I was 18 years old. We’re 25 now. We’re not kids anymore. We know each other better than anyone. And that’s how I know this isn’t you. But if this is who you’re becoming, I don’t wanna be around to see it. I love you so much, and the last six months hurt like hell. We didn’t talk anymore. We were drifting apart so fast that I didn’t see a light in our future. I almost didn’t see a future.”

“Emily… this is all my fault. And I want to work hard to change this. But… I can’t do that if you’re gone. I love you. I’m sorry if I’ve been acting otherwise, but you’re the one I wanna be with.”

“Then who was that girl? What was all that about?”

“I… don’t know. She was just there.”

“And I wasn’t?”

“It’s not like that Emily!”

“You know what Chris? I’m going home. I think you shouldn’t come home tonight.”

My last sentence came like a whisper, and I almost couldn’t believe my words. But they were already out and I couldn’t take them back. Chris nodded with his head and I gave him one last look while I walked out that door.

I regretted my words already.


anonymous asked:

Idk of this is relevant or not but hyungwon is a pretty crier?? Like he reminds me of that gif of mina from twice crying and her tears were like crystals and hyungwon too, so pretty and lovely. Maybe its because those are happy tears (i hope) <333

omfg yes!! ive always thought hyungwon looks beautiful when he cries ?? like me and most people i kno look a Mess when crying but,,, he cries like a manga character too its just all sparkly and pretty :(( nd he cries holy water tbfh since hes a whole blessing :/ seeing his tears made me cry too and it makes my heart ache but i rlly hope he cried more happy tears bc they deserve it !! :D

A Night In: Part Two (Prentiss x Reader)

Originally posted by em-ily-pren-tiss

Title: A Night In: Part Two

Request:  I’m living for your prentiss x readers!! How about a sequel to a night in where they organise dinner for the team (the old one with Hotch and Morgan) and it’s just really fluffy with lots of head kisses and waist holding etc?xx

Pairing: Prentiss x Reader

Triggers/Warnings: Crime Scene Description, Fluff

Words: 877

A/N: So glad you’re all enjoying my Prentiss writing! I love writing about her! I decided to put off my math homework and write for you angel! Besides who gives a shit about homework anyway? I love love love my followers and their support. Thank you all so much for requesting these lovely ideas. Keep em’ coming! Xoxo


The suspect had been brought into custody at last. Surprisingly he had confessed everything in the first hour. He was a horrifying serial killer who had decapitated each and every one of his male victims. He was obsessed with taking control of their innocent souls.

The team had spent days and long, dragged out hours putting the pieces together. He ended up being a taxi driver who had drove all the victims home from wherever they had been located. From there, he would creepily sit outside their homes and wait until all the lights were shut out before breaking in and wreaking complete havoc.

But, anyways, he was put away for good and his killing days had come to a victorious end, so in order to celebrate, the team declared a night of gratitude for each other and their hard work. A fancy restaurant with a luxurious ambiance was awaiting you all.

You sat on your soft, cushy hotel bed, awaiting your girlfriend Emily Prentiss. She had locked herself in the bathroom, prepping herself for a lovely night with her dear friends.  

You clicked the on button to your cell phone and flicked your fingers, typing in your pass code when you noticed that a text from Hotch appeared at the top of your screen.

Hotch: You two ready? Better hurry before we become skeletons.

You snickered, picturing him and the rest of the guys impatiently seated in the lobby, constantly checking their watches. Your thoughts of humor were then interrupted by the slow creak of the rickety bathroom door opening.

Emily stood there, posed with a simple black dress draped over her body, her dark brown locks hanging over her shoulders with a perfect rhythm of waves. Her bangs were dangling over her forehead, giving her a sexy and mysterious appeal. You gasped in awe. Your girlfriend couldn’t help but grin at your shocked reaction. She slowly strutted over to you and softly took your hand in hers.

“Forget me, you look amazing,” she whispered in your ear, sending a chill through your spine. She jerked her head in the direction of the door, suggesting that you leave, still having a beautiful smile plastered on her porcelain face. You nodded, still mesmerized by her appearance.


The restaurant was not surprisingly quiet and had very few people around. Mostly the room was decorated with a few couples, quietly hunched over and speaking extremely quiet to each other.

The place was lit up with cute, sparkly Christmas lights, even though it was July. The team was dressed very properly, mostly with thin clothing due to the deep humidity outside in the rural Arizona area.

You suddenly felt Emily’s arm snake around your waist. JJ couldn’t help but notice and locked eyes with you, smiling with approval. Your cheeks turned a soft pink, not with embarrassment, but with a bit of nervousness in your gut. You were secretly hoping the whole team would be alright with your relationship. A busy conservation with Rossi explaining his past life with his one ex-wife and giving full details on how their relationship was a journey of laughs, but trouble was taking place at the table. The team, especially Reid who was fascinated by the story, listened and hung on his every word.

All except you and Emily, both seated at the corner of the table. Between squeezing of hands and cheek kissing, you sometimes tuned in to the conservation, but rarely.

You had eventually given your focus to the chatting of your friends as they began to speak about the case, congratulating each other on their achievement of capturing the bastard. You had just thanked Derek for being the one to wrestle the criminal to the floor, saving you from the gunshot about to be fired at you.

He smiled in appreciation and patted your shoulder.

“Anytime girl,” he said softly, acknowledging your gratefulness.

Your girlfriend then laced her fingers through yours and planted a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

“Y/N, I’m extremely proud of Derek, but I wish I could’ve been the one to rescue you. I love you with all my heart and I just can’t survive without you. I would’ve taken that bullet for you if that horrible man had shot at you,” she told you sounding disappointed in herself.

You turned to her, locking eyes with her dark fawn gaze. You leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on her temple, letting her know exactly how you felt about having her in your life.

Jackson Scenario - ‘Lights for you and me’

Requested by a lovely anon <3

*Don’t own the gif/s yo*

Author: Taebaby

It was snowing so softly that you could almost see the beautiful crystallized patterns of the snowflakes that landed on Jackson’s cheek bones and your own nose. You might’ve been cold if it wasn’t for the warm feeling swelling inside you that Jackson caused- and of course his arms around you.

               The two of you had decided to talk a walk through the park and look at all the light displays they had up for the holidays. You leaned against him as the two of you walked and you felt his steady breathing, playing into how calm the moment felt.

               “I think that one’s my favorite.” He said, pointing over to one of the light displays. You looked over and saw that it was made up of entirely sliver lights and depicted a couple dancing together, hand in hand. You smiled to yourself. Jackson, ever the romantic, smoothly laced his fingers with yours. He leaned in close, brushed a melting snowflake off your cheek, and gently pressed his lips to yours. It was a short kiss, but sweet and to the point. Pulling away, he smiled at you.

               “I’m gonna go get us some hot chocolate. Wait here, I’ll be right back.”  He winked at you before walking away, towards a few street vendors. You sighed to yourself, looking after him. You turned back to look at the light display again. The lights twinkled here and there, the sparkly snow almost glowing beneath it. You looked around at all the other people walking along. A couple holding hands and laughing. A mother and father, each holding the hands of their toddler between them, A lone old man admiring the lights and smiling to himself, and some people off in the distance sitting on a bench. It was like having a sneak peek into a small moment of someone else’s life. A small and perhaps forgettable moment, but a beautiful one still.


               Jackson’s voice sounded from behind you and you turned to look at him. It took you a second to realize where he was, since he was not at eye level with you when you turned. Your eyes flickered to the ground and saw him kneeling there on one knee, eyes trained on you, one hand in his pocket. His eyes were big and he was smiling, but you could see how incredibly nervous he was. You stood stark still, staring at him with your mouth slightly open like you were going to talk, but you seemed to have forgotten what you were going to say. You finally blinked and you couldn’t help the smile that tugged on the corners of your lips.


               “I know its late, and its cold out, and you wanted to stay home but I talked you into coming here with me. I said I was getting hot chocolate but I was really getting this ring,” He said, almost rambling, pulling a little blue velvet box out of his pocket and opening it to reveal a tear shaped diamond ring, “but I couldn’t wait any long. I’m asking you to marry me, (Y/n), because I love you more than anything in the whole world.”

               You were absolutely speechless and you could feel your eyes watering lightly. You might’ve waited a few too many seconds to respond because Jackson started rambling again.

               “I mean, I know we’re young, and this seems sudden, and… I did also get the hot chocolate too, if that matters-“

               You cut him off as you bust out laughing, throwing yourself into his arms, almost landing you two on the ground. You put both hands on his face as he smiled his biggest smile at you.

               “Of course I’ll marry you, Jackson. And I accept your hot chocolate.”

Imagine – Taking care of sick Cas

Word Cout - 1,077

Warnings – Sickness? Mentions of not liking appearance (it gets fluffy after so)

Pairing – Sick!Cas x Reader


“Y/N? Y/N are you here!” Cas yelled through the bunker, coughing after. He slowly walked up to your bedroom door and knocked softly, catching your attention away from your book. “Hiya Cas, um Sam and Dean aren’t here right now..” You noticed he looked really pale and tired, as if someone just beat him repeatedly. “Damn Cas, you don’t look so good.” “I think I’m dying.. My throat, it hurts. My stomach area is sore, as if someone just stabbed me. It’s hard to breathe through my nose, and I’m very … warm?” He said nervously, taking your hand to feel his face. You giggled lightly, making him feel uncomfortable. “I’m dying y/n, why are you laughing?” he frowned with glassy eyes. You stopped laughing when you realized how worried he was and brought him into a tight hug. “It’s just the flu sweetheart, you’re not dying. It’s a virus that can be cured with medicine. I’ll call Sam and tell him to pick up some medicine, okay?” You smiled, dialing Sam’s number on your phone while Cas went to sit down on your bed.

“Hey Sam” You said over the phone. “Hey y/n, everything okay?” “Yeah, Cas’s sick with the flu do you think you could get some medicine?” Sam laughed over the phone while telling Dean, then turned his attention back to you. “I didn’t even know angels could get the flu.” He chuckled. “Me either, but he’s got it pretty bad. Just get whatever you think is best, okay?” “Okay, stay safe y/n/n” You both said your goodbyes and hung up, leaving you and your boyfriend to yourselves.

“This is really … crappy.” Cas sighed, leaning his head back into your pillow while holding his stomach in pain. You awed and walked over to him, running your fingers in his hair. “You’ll be better soon babe, just get some rest.” You smiled, kissing his cheek after. “Y/N, can you help me with my coat?” You helped him with his coat and jeans, leaving him just in his white button up shirt and boxers so he could be more comfortable and less hot from the fever. “If only you were feeling okay” you laughed, looking up and down his body. “We’ll make up for it when I do” he smiled, making you excited.


You cooked your sick boyfriend some soup, got him a glass of water with some left over medicine from when you or one of the boys were sick and turned on Netflix. “Orange Is The New Black was really interesting” Cas mumbled while eating his soup. “Yeah, I guess a show about lesbians in jail is interesting.” You laughed, leaving him confused.

“Is the soup good?” You changed the subject, looking over and noticing the bowl was empty. “I guess so” “You should be a chef, y/n. You make incredible soup.” “Sam and Dean don’t like my soup” You pouted your lip. “I’m not sure how because it is delicious” He kissed your cheek after. Cas always knew how to boost your confidence even if it was just a little. He always wanted to make sure his special girl was feeling safe and okay, even if it meant just giving her tiny compliments every 10 minutes.

“If I had to eat only one meal for the rest of my life I would choose your soup.” “Oh, now you’re just being kind.” You snorted, while he looked at you seriously. “I’ll always be kind to you, my love.”


You both laid in bed in each other’s arms, resting your head on his chest and listening to the sound of his heartbeat. “Do you ever wonder why people made makeup, y/n?” He asked, looking over at all your makeup on the dresser. “Girls use it so they feel prettier, Cas.” “But you’re already pretty” He said looking into your y/e/c eyes with his sparkly blue ones. “But only with makeup..” You sighed, looking down at your lap. “y/n, I’ve seen you covered in dirt and blood, I’ve seen you angry, sad, happy, crying, and I’ve seen you kill things people have nightmares about. I’ve watched you while you sleep, making sure you were safe and in peace. I’ve seen you sleep with your mouth slightly open and hair messy, I’ve seen you sick, and so so many more. You’re beautiful to me, no matter what. I love you y/n, more than words can describe.” He said softly, lifting your head up with his thumb and giving you a soft smile.

You leaned in to kiss him but noticed he pulled away right away, breaking your heart inside. “Why won’t you kiss me?” You frowned, making him frown too. “I don’t want you to get sick, sweetie.” You laughed softly to yourself, shaking your head in disbelief. “You’re worth getting sick over, Cas.” He shook his head. “But I care about how you feel y/n, I don’t want you feeling like this a day after too.” He kissed your cheek and hugged you tight while you hugged just as tight back.


“I’m so confused” he said out of the blue. You looked at him with confusion, letting him explain. “I was warm before, but not I’m cold, very cold.” You got up and went to put a blanket in the dryer to warm it up for him, leaving him to himself. Eventually by the time the dryer was done you came back and he was asleep in your bed, peacefully for the first time in what seemed like forever. He was hugging the pillow that always smelt like you with a smile on his face, bringing one on yours too.

The sound of the door closing woke him up, making you feel bad. “Sorry” You frowned, covering him up in the warm blanket. He sighed in relief to the feeling and moved over, inviting you to sit with him too. You laid down next to him and buried your head in his neck, sighing into the smell of his cologne. He wrapped his arms softly around you and laid his head on top of yours. “You’re such a good girlfriend” he said sleepily, making your heart beat a thousand times a second. “Thank you for taking care of me, my love.” “Through sickness and health, right?” “Always.”