need-to-rest-now

RP starters: Concern.
  • “It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!”
  • “Stop keeping your phone in silent, you got me worried!”
  • “Blood? Are you bleeding?”
  • “I don’t like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone.”
  • “I thought I would never see you again…”
  • “We should get you to hospital.”
  • “Where did all those bruises came from?”
  • “I have the right to be worried!”
  • “Have you been drinking? You look terrible.”
  • “Sleep at my place tonight.”
  • “I don’t feel safe letting you be alone when you’re in that shape.”
  • “Please talk to me about it.”
  • “Let me take care of you.”
  • “You need to rest now. Don’t move.”
  • “How many times have I told you to not go there?”
  • “You could’ve died, you know…”
  • “I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”
  • “You really need to stop drinking. I’m serious.”
  • “This time you got yourself into a hospital. I think that’s a sign.”
  • “Are you sure you’re okay?”
  • “You need to stop doing stupid shit like that or you will get yourself killed.”
  • “I’m your friend, of course I care!”
  • “You know I’m always here for you, right?”
  • “You’re not okay.”
  • “I’m just trying to help you.”
  • “Let me clean your wounds…”
  • “Why did you do it? Tell me.”
Are you fucking kidding me?

I just saw a post telling people that they should be pissed about Koogi’s break

I.am.livid

“We have every right to be pissed”

“She took on this job - do it right”

“Stop treating koogi like she’s special and needs special treatment”

Are you for real?

Like…

This young, young woman creates content for you to drool and gush over weekly and you have the nerve to complain when she needs a rest?

We should be so fucking grateful that we even have Killing Stalking to begin with. 

Not to mention, In japan at least, making manga is an extremely taxing job. They don’t get a break. They literally work all damn day. Aren’t we just fucking lucky that Koogi, in Korea(not speaking for every manhwa artist), has the chance to even have breaks? Not only that, but I’m sure she doesn’t make that much money. So…pumping out this wonderful story, with amazing art, weekly, with little pay, doesn’t deserve a break?

Stop being so damn entitled.

And “treating her like she’s special” - you mean treating her like a human being?

Yeah, the fandom often babies her and worships her feet, but why is that a bad thing? This woman, whom we’re so grateful and appreciative of…who makes this story that we all love and adore…is there something wrong with admiring that?

For fuck sakes, I admire her for being able to even get the manhwa out weekly..

You do have every right to be upset about the hiatus, but pissed? Fuck right off.

Everyone deserves a break. Not to mention, if we never give Koogi a break, how mentally and physically taxing would that be? Working all the time with no break, but you’d have no problem with that, right? Because she’s supposed to be a “professional”, that’s what she signed up for, right?

“I stuck up for her hiatus the first time..but this time..no” Well aren’t you just special. Because she needed a break once, it was all g, no problemo, but a second break???TWO???? No WAY! !!! ! 

It’s.only.one.damn.month

You can’t expect everything to be handed to you on a silver plate without the server needing to rest every now and again.

I’ll say it one more time, stop acting so fucking entitled.

The Labyrinth Chapter 35

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin ft. all the members

Length: 4.6k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along. 

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anonymous asked:

RFA reacting to MC having an "accident" in the middle of the night cause Aunt Flo is here./ RFA when It's MC's "time of the month"

Anonymous said:
I already made a request last night but, I realized it’s similar to another one. The severe period pain one? By that I mean, Mc is like groaning in pain on the couch and unable to move from the pain. Btw can it be RFA +V and Saeran. I’m like withering in pain and tbh I feel like this will make me feel better lmao. Also, I like went through nearly your entire profile. Tis amaze.

Anonymous said:
Ohm. This is a weird request but meh. Do you think you could to a reaction from the RFA + V and Saeran to MC having horrible period pains? So bad that it hurts to stand? Cause like, it happens.


So these are actually some of the latest requests, but this just seemed easier to write, so I finished this as soon as I could to get some content out. Still, it’s almost two weeks late despite that. Our inbox is rotting. Imsosorry ivebeenbusy x.x

BUT ANYWAY! I hope this will suffice? It might not be quite what you guys asked, but I tried ^~^

(had also planned to be for @serensama )

–R.I.


MC on Her Time of the Month

Yoosung

  • Text Message Received. “Hey, I can’t come to the beach today, sorry… >_< It’s that time of the month, so I can’t swim…”
  • He’s never had a girlfriend before. He’s completely clueless when you suddenly cancel on the beach date you’d been planning for days! You’d both been so busy, today was the one day you could actually meet up :C
  • -insert sad Yoosung boyfriend-
  • Instead, he decides to visit, anxiously worrying if you were feeling sick. (his mother makes him bring you some chicken noodle soup, lecturing him about how it was only respectful lololol cmon we all know she would)
  • Hm. You didn’t look feverish, and you weren’t coughing or anything… The only weird thing was how you sat in your chair all curled up into a ball. Curious, he decides to ask you about it, “So uhm, MC… why did you cancel today?”
  • Immediately, your cheeks flush slightly. Didn’t he understand from your text…? With a wry smile on your face, you eventually explained, “Weeeell, I’m on my period… And the cramps have been really bad so far. I can hardly stand. I didn’t want to ruin our date by lying down every five minutes in an attempt to tolerate the pain.”
  • The colour drains from his face.
  • “OH MY GOD MC, ARE YOU OKAY?! NO, NEVER MIND, OF COURSE NOT. L-look, you shouldn’t be sitting here with me if it’s that bad, go back to bed right now and I will make you an omelette because you need good nutrition and rest so pleasepleaseplease go lie down,” he babbles, panic filling his features as he desperately pushes you to your room.
  • He ends up cooking in your kitchen while you bundled up in your blankets, trying to fight off the pain somehow.
  • Brings the omelette to your bed so you don’t have to walk around
  • You fail in holding back a big smile as you look at the beach umbrella drawn in ketchup. (Everytime he made you an omelette, he made sure to draw something different)
  • “I-it’s to represent that we should go to the beach when you feel better,” he sheepishly explained, red tinting his cheeks.
  • Your phone suddenly vibrated, indicating a notification came through. You glanced briefly at your phone before WHIPPING YOUR HEAD to re-read the message
  • Seven: lololol I guess he really wants to see you in a bikini!! What a perverted boy  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Zen

  • You’d been lazily cuddling together in the morning upon waking up after a…. good night together. He’s whispering sweet nothings into your ear, running his fingers over your body… down your back… over your butt… then he stops, a flicker of confusion in his eyes.
  • He suddenly breaks his hold on you, sitting up and lifting the blanket off your bodies. Zen’s eyes seem to be peeled to your legs, or something…
  • You watch him in a half-asleep state, what was he doing so early in the morning? You yawn, stretching slightl- !!!
  • A sharp pain shoots through your lower stomach and you hiss as you clutch at it. What the…?
  • As you roll around the bed, you feel a slight wetness on the bedsheets. Oh. Uh-oh.
  • You heave a sigh, closing your eyes as dread overwhelms you. “Pleeease tell me it’s not what I think it is,” you groan, pulling a pillow over your head. “I’m so sorry for ruining the bed, ugh…”
  • Zen’s eyes soften, sympathy flashing in them. “Honey, it’s okay, it happens,” he says, offering a sweet smile. “I’ll take care of it, okay? Do what you need to, and when you’re done, I’ll go get our breakfast. Don’t worry about anything.”
  • He plants a light kiss on your forehead, gazing gently into your eyes.
  • In mere minutes, he removes and replaces the bedsheets, throws them in the laundry, and heads out to buy some food. You wait anxiously on the bed, groaning as your cramps caused continuous, throbbing pain.
  • “Zeeeen,” you whimper, as if it would make him come back faster.  
  • The front door opens, and you can see that Zen has returned with crepes, cake and hot chocolate in hand. He quickly rushes to your side as he hears your whimpering, stroking your hand as he checks to make sure you’re okay.
  • “I’ve heard that chocolate is supposed to help with cramps,” he says unsurely, holding up the hot chocolate. “And I also got some sweets. I know it’s not a proper breakfast, but I know you love these things around this time of the month. So let me spoil you on days like this, babe.”
  • Despite the lightning bolts of pain you were feeling, you managed to smile from your balled up position, weakly squeezing his hand as a sign of acknowledgment. “I love you, Zenny,” you mumble.

Jaehee

  • From the beginning, she had been aware that you got severe period cramps, and prepared numerous remedies and reliefs.
  • Whenever she noticed that it was nearing your time of the month, she would make you drink water with brown sugar dissolved into them, which was supposed to relax your muscles and make your cramps hurt less.
  • But one day, before your period came, you began to cramp up really badly. Unfortunately, you were still at work, so you had to continue taking orders and serving the customers despite the pain. You couldn’t let Jaehee down, after all.
  • But after doing it for a while, you were sweating profusely, your mouth watering with excess saliva. Your cheeks were flushed, and your legs were beginning to give out.
  • From behind the counter, Jaehee noticed your odd state, and realized immediately what was going on. She dashes out to guide you into the employee room, bringing you a mug of chamomile tea and chocolate cake.
  • “MC, you should’ve told me earlier if you weren’t feeling well!” she scolds you, glaring at you. But her eyes are soft with worry, although she was trying to express her anger.
  • You smile weakly, having no excuse to offer.
  • Her worry morphs into guilt. “I should have given you the day off… I knew that your time of the month was coming soon, I shouldn’t have made you work. I’m really sorry, MC.” She runs a hand through her hair in frustration, ashamed in herself.
  • “But you take such good care of me, I only want to repay you…” you argue softly, furrowing your eyebrows.
  • Your words bring a small smile to her face. “Silly. You’re the one who takes care of me. You’re always considering my feelings, even when I don’t. I can only be so happy thanks to you.”
  • Another shot of pain makes you wince, and you bring your knees to your chest, in an attempt to ease the pain. “Nng… thanks, Jaehee, but I just need to… rest for now,” you managed to say. “Go back to the counter… customers are waiting.”
  • She flicks your forehead lightly. “Silly. I’m going to stay with you of course. I’ll just close the shop. It’s one of the perks of being the owner. Let me take advantage of it, okay?”
  • And so, you end up going home, cuddling together on the bed as you suffered through your monthly hell. At least you had an angel beside you.

Jumin

  • The two of you usually spent your nights together, but you suddenly asked to stay in a separate room one night. A bit disheartened, Jumin inquired you as to why you requested this, and you sighed, begrudgingly explaining what Mother Nature made you go through.
  • “Is that why you couldn’t sleep last night?” he frowned, his thumb gently stroking your cheek.
  • Your head shot up in surprise. “You knew?”
  • “I know everything, my love. You were groaning, tossing and turning the entire night… I couldn’t even hug you properly.”
  • “It’s not my fault it hurts so much!” you protest.
  • “I also had the maids wash the bedsheets, after noticing it had been dirtied. I hope you don’t mind.”
  • Erk, that was embarrassing. It was only the maids, but you suddenly felt like the whole world knew you were bleeding out of your vagina now. Seriously, Jumin could’ve kept quiet about that part. Now you felt mildly uncomfortable.
  • Jumin continued, “It’s okay. Get some rest, okay? You probably didn’t sleep a wink last night. I have a meeting today, but I’ll try to come home as soon as I can. I hope Elizabeth 3rd will suffice as company til then… Is there anything you would like me to bring back while I’m out?”
  • “Not really…” you mutter, cheeks still red.
  • Jumin raised an eyebrow, dubious.
  • “Okay, fine. Yeah, can I get some pizza? That one we had last time, where the crust was perfectly crispy and topped with that fancy stuff you ordered.”
  • He chuckles, kissing your forehead softly. “I knew you’d give in. And don’t worry so much about it being your time of the month. This is nothing to be embarrassed about, compared to your loud screams at night…”
  • SMACK!

Seven/Saeyoung

  • The moment he heard your first whimpers he KNOCKED DOWN YOUR DOOR
  • “Honey?! What’s wrong!!” he panicked, throwing the covers off your bed to inspect you
  • You were curled up, rocking gently side-to-side as you quietly cried, the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes
  • “Saeyoungggg… Mother Nature’s killing me again,” you sniffled, trying to deal with the pain
  • “W-w-what do I do?” he stammered, cheeks flushing as he was unfamiliar with women’s monthly pains. He wanted to help, but he really had no idea.
  • But you couldn’t even answer, groaning as the next wave of pain hit you
  • “I-it’s okay, MC, I’ll call for help immediately! Defender of Justice, 707, off to the rescue!!” he declared, suddenly dashing out your room
  • Wait what?
  • “Come baaack,” you called out, feeling slightly disappointed. Had he just run out on you? What was he even trying to do? You just wanted some Saeyoung cuddles right now…
  • From the open door, you could hear Saeyoung talking vividly on the phone, “Give up the sacrifice!! NOW, Jumin Han, or I will hack into your company right now!”
  • Sacrifice? What sacrifice?
  • “I will steal Elly—no, listen to me, I will call her Elly however I please!”
  • Did he already forget about you? You grumbled, rolling over to hug your blankets.
  • “Good, I’m glad we cleared this up! 5 minutes, Mr. Han, I’m giving you 5 minutes to send her over.”
  • Fuck, was he trying to get Elizabeth the 3rd over? Seriously, that wouldn’t really help with your period pains very much. At all. You didn’t hate her, per say, but you were fucking dying in here.
  • You mentally counted down 5 minutes, when the doorbell suddenly rang, and you could hear Saeyoung’s footsteps as he practically flew to the door.
  • “I’m so glad you’re here! Thank youuuu!!” You could hear him exclaim.
  • “MC?” a soft, feminine voice called out to you from the doorway.
  • Your eyes snapped open, “Jaehee?! I thought you were Elizabeth the 3rd!”
  • Her eyes twinkled with amusement. “Now, why would you think that? I wasn’t aware that spending so much time cat-sitting had resulted into my transformation into a cat.”
  • “N-no.. never mind.” It was always hard to explain Saeyoung’s antics. “Why are you here?”
  • “Seven called Mr. Han to demand that I came to help. I’m very glad to (get away from Jumin) be of help, MC. I brought some painkillers, some hot soup and a few bags of tea for you to drink over the next few days. It should help somehow,” Jaehee explained, holding up a small plastic bag that you hadn’t noticed before.
  • From behind her, you noticed Saeyoung peeking nervously from the doorway, his eyes teared up as he stared at your weakened form.
  • “Thanks, Jaehee. And Saeyoung, you can come in, you know…” you said.
  • “B-but!! I’m a pure girl, darling, what if I get the curse of periods too?!” Saeyoung whined, shaking his head furiously.
  • ….That’s what he was worried about?
  • “Seven… Periods are not contagious,” Jaehee deadpanned.

V

  • He was always prepared when it was your time of the month—even more than you were! He couldn’t help it. For the majority of his relationship with Rika, he’d been doting on her, doing anything and everything he could for her. Old habits die hard.
  • “MC, maybe you shouldn’t be wearing white underwear… it’s almost your time of the month, isn’t it?” he called out as he was cooking breakfast, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.
  • “W-wha?” you yawned. You were only wearing one of his shirts and some panties, but then you realized the date. “Oh, you’re right!”
  • By the time you went to change, you’d already seen the faintest taint of pink on your underwear. Fuck. How many have you ruined by now? …Too many to count.
  • It took a couple hours before the pain started to kick in.
  • Considering this was a reoccurring pattern, V already knew what to do and when to do it.
  • “MC, honey, I prepared a hot bath for you… Would you like to be alone, or shall I join you?” he asked, checking in on you.
  • “Nng… I can’t really walk right now, sorry,” you replied, hugging a heating pouch to your lower stomach.
  • He chuckled in return, “Then I’ll carry you there. Perhaps I should strip you, too?” He winked jokingly.
  • If this had been a normal day, you would’ve taken the chance to jump at him (because V’s hot and a sweetheart) but no, your cramps were killing you today. So no. No sinning today, MC.
  • He fed you chocolate as you sunk into your bath, letting the heat relax your muscles, significantly easing your cramps. He helped to wrap you in a towel, making sure you were warm.
  • By the time you went to bed, the cramps had more or less gone away for the night, and you happily snuggled into his chest, feeling comfortable, relaxed and loved.

Saeran

  • When he finished his morning shower, he found you groaning in pain on the bed, hugging a pillow tightly.
  • He snickered, “Was I too hard on you last night? I didn’t realize it was that bad…”
  • You shook your head, correcting him, “I’m on my periodddd…”
  • Immediately, his smile dropped. What the fuck?
  • “What… what is that supposed to mean?” he furrowed his eyebrows cutely, looking at you with pure confusion.
  • “I’m bleeding from my vagina, what else?” you rolled your eyes, deadpanning.
  • “Erm. Oh,” he stated in surprise. “Does… does ice cream help?”
  • “Ice cream doesn’t solve everything, Saeran…”
  • He frowned, not knowing what to do. Instead, he crawled into bed next to you. “Well, uhm, I don’t really know what to do… but, whenever I’m not feeling well, your hugs really help me, so if you don’t mind, I’m just going to cuddle with you… okay?”
  • You flashed a small smile at him, inwardly gushing at how adorable he was. “Of course!”
  • He smiled back with a hint of relief that he was doing something right. “Tell me if you need anything, okay?”
  • “And what if I said I only need you?” you joked.
  • He plants a soft kiss on your forehead. “I’m the one who needs you. Please feel better soon…”
2

My study space // 31-1-2016
January has generally been insane for me, so many things happened within one month. It was a month of constantly challenging myself to get better. I slept less (I had too), I explored more, I studied intensely, I took more photos that the previous months, I developed better habits, I laughed a lot, but also cried some more.
There where hella productive days, but there also days that I didn’t feel like getting up from bed. Everyone has days like that, and we need to accept it. We are not machines, we are humans and we all need some rest every now and then. Learn to love your procrastinating self, as well as your productive one -just don’t overdo it. Before you start any project, assignment or any errand, make peace with yourself, and appreciate every tiny bit of effort you put in it. You’ll have a better time completing your task.
I hope February is gonna be a good month as well, for me, and you too!

brainweird Things

- u literally cannot fucking talk. I just said like, 10 words with no correlation or meaning but they made sense in my Head

- wanting positive attention, but not from ppl that like u

- idk what that noise was time to subconsciously try and replicate it in public and make and absolute fool of urself

- this thing has surpassed delusion, oh fuck, it’s surpassed fact, now it’s rule of the Gods

- being so caught up in ur mental health u forget to eat for like, 3 days

- aight now I just can’t make words this isn’t even about making sense anymore

- saying things out of context because apparently u were only talking to them in ur head?

- why do I sleep so much. am I ever actually asleep? amazing. I’m immortal and never need rest now, I guess

- what the Fuck was that thing I Saw It

- “signs someone’s lying” *list of ur basic body behavior* wow. I can’t believe I’m always lying

- why does everyone have a crush on me. actually, I have a crush on me too

- “still” objects? haha sounds fake

- sure u just supplied proof but ur still lying

- that one fucking bug

*this post is a list of symptoms related to schizophrenia/npd/szpd and I’d appreciate if u only reblogged if at least 1/3 applies to you

anonymous asked:

Hi! Can you do RFA reacting to MC on her period/trying to hide her period from them? Thank youuu!

Oh my gosh periods are the absolute worst. This one was still a lot of fun to write so thank you for requesting it! I hope that you like it!! :3 


Yoosung

  • You and Yoosung both finally had a day off together and deiced to sleep in
  • You woke up before Yoosung and felt his arms wrapped around you and you snuggled into his chest
  • But you felt something wet down by your legs and carefully moved the blanket away to see that your period had started and bled through your sleep pants onto the bed sheets
  • Completely embarrassed, you shook Yoosung violently telling him to get out of bed
  • “Wah what’s going on MC?” A very confused and sleepy Yoosung asked as you kicked him out of the bed
  • You didn’t respond, only blushing bright red as you carefully moved the blankets so he couldn’t see the mess
  • But Yoosung caught a glimpse of bright red blood on the sheets and his eyes went wide
  • “MC are you okay?! Did you hurt yourself?! Should I call a doctor?!” Yoosung asked as he started panicking
  • You sighed saying “I’m okay Yoosung, my period just started. Sorry about the sheets, I’ll clean them up right away.”
  • As you tried walking away, Yoosung grabbed your arm and hugged you, rubbing your lower stomach
  • His mother and sister made him learn about how much period cramps could hurt and how women could become very emotional
  • So to your surprise, Yoosung knew exactly what to do and treated you like a princess
  • Yoosung threw the dirty sheet into the washer and quickly put a new one on so that you could lay down
  • He told you that he had to make a quick stop at the store and when he came back, he had pads and tampons, heating pads, your favorite snack foods, and a new movie for the two of you to watch
  • Yoosung took such good care of you that there was hardly any pain and lots of comfort, making you not worry about period pains ever again

Zen

  • The two of you decided to go on a date night to see a movie that Zen made a cameo in
  • You two were able to snag the last two tickets, much to Zen’s delight
  • Just as the two of you were about to enter the theater, you felt something off
  • You told Zen that you had to use the bathroom quickly and when you got there, you found out that your period had started
  • The emotions were already getting to you as you felt yourself start to tear up
  • You left the bathroom trying to think of an excuse for only you to head home so Zen could enjoy the movie
  • As soon as Zen saw you, he noticed something was off and asked “What’s wrong babe?”
  • You burst out in tears and whispered to him that your period has started
  • Zen immediately goes into protective boyfriend mode and walks behind you so no one can see any blood coming through as he leads you to the car
  • The entire ride home you were crying and told Zen between sobs “I-I’m so sorry that I ruined our date night.”
  • He honestly couldn’t believe that you could become so emotional just because of your period but he shushed you saying “It’s no problem at all MC. You can’t control it and we can have our own fun date night together at home.”
  • Zen carried you inside bridal style and helped you clean up then laid you on the bed as he got you some pain medication
  • You were completely exhausted and Zen completely understood so the two of you ended up cuddling for the rest of the night until the two of you fell asleep
  • When you woke up the next morning, you found Zen in the kitchen making breakfast a a bouquet of your favorite flowers on the table along with some heating pads
  • Zen really was the best boyfriend ever

Jaehee

  • The two of you went to a fancy restaurant to celebrate your anniversary 
  • It was the first time either of you were able to go to such a high-end place so it was an even more special night
  • You and Jaehee were killing it in your brand new dresses and you both looked like goddesses
  • But when the two of you were seated at your table, you felt what you only assumed was your period start
  • Panic built up inside of you, it was such a special night and you didn’t want your period to ruin it for Jaehee
  • So you sucked it up and decided to pretend like nothing was wrong
  • But you and Jaehee were together for a reason because she knew within a couple of minutes that something was up
  • You were getting increasing hot to the point of sweat dripping down from your forehead and the cramps started to come
  • When Jaehee saw you wince in pain and hold your stomach, she knew that your period started
  • So Jaehee helped you up and lead you back to the car while you apologized profusely
  • When you two got home, you nervously asked her “Was I really that obvious Jaehee?” as you got out of your dress and into more comfort clothing
  • Jaehee giggled and made you lay down as she got you a heating pad and said “Sort of. But what you had were pretty similar to my own period symptoms so I knew. And don’t worry about tonight, I’m always happy as long as I’m with you MC.”
  • You smiled gratefully at your amazing girlfriend The two of you spent the rest of the night cuddling and watching Zen’s musicals on DVD
  • You both ended up falling asleep in each other’s arms, with you feeling a lot less pain thanks to Jaehee
  • You were so grateful that you had someone else who understood the struggle of having your period and you made a mental note to take extra good care of Jaehee when hers started

Jumin

  • You had convinced Jumin to go out on a simply yet fun ‘commoners’ date with you
  • The two of you went to a local park and packed a picnic and the day had been going well, you and Jumin talked about your future together, stared at the clouds, and even made him laugh at a couple of your jokes
  • Jumin seemed to be having such a good time that you felt like nothing could possible ruin your mood
  • But Mother Nature had different plans
  • You were laughing at one of Jumin’s attempts to make a joke when you felt your period start
  • To make matters worse, you were wearing a light colored dress making the blood stand out on the back of your dress Jumin noticed you looking uncomfortable and asked what was wrong
  • “My um period started Jumin.” You said awkwardly to Jumin You attempted to stand up but you could already feel the cramps coming on
  • Jumin noticed the back of your dress was staining with blood so he quickly wrapped his jacket around your waist to hide it and walked you over to Driver Kim
  • He had never dealt with women on their period before but all Jumin knew was that you looked like you were in pain and he needed to stop it
  • So when the two of you got back to the penthouse, Jumin cleaned you up and made you lay down in bed with him calling out to the chef to make your favorite meal
  • He laid down next to you and gently rubbed where your cramps were hurting telling you sweet words of encouragement to try and help you feel better
  • You eventually fell asleep and woke up a couple of hours later to see Jumin curled up next to you sleeping
  • The cramps were almost completely gone so you settled yourself back into Jumin’s arms
  • For a guy who’s never experienced a girl with her period before, Jumin sure knew what he was doing

Seven

  • Seven had been working hard the past couple of days making you extremely bored
  • You were laying on the couch, mindlessly playing on your phone when you felt something seep through your pants
  • You groaned as you saw that your period had started
  • Luckily none of the blood had gotten on the couch so you quickly passed Seven’s work room in order to get a new pair of pants
  • You were in the bathroom trying to clean the blood out of your pants when you heard the door open
  • “Aw my poor MC’s period started. Come on I’ll clean those up later, you need to rest now!” Seven said as he dragged you into the bedroom
  • “But how did you know Saeyoung? I’m sorry I know that you’re busy working and it’s so embarrassing.“ You said as Seven tucked the blankets around you
  • He smiled and kissed your forehead saying “I’m the Defender of Justice MC! I know everything! But seriously I keep track of your cycle so I always know when you’re due to start.”
  • Seven got you a heating pad and laid down next to you rubbing your back and whispering how much he loved you
  • You fell asleep to Seven’s loving words and woke up the next morning to find a Seven had made you a messy cake saying ‘I love you’ on it as well as some of your favorite snacks and more heating pads
  • You were honestly so grateful for him and gave him a huge hug when you saw him
  • Seven smiled telling you that you deserved it and how he would take good care of you until your period was over
  • “Hey MC quick question, I never looked it up or anything but a period is when you pee blood right?” Seven asked as you were about to cut into the cake
  • Seven was lucky that you loved him and that you weren’t too emotional at that point to punch him
Study Break // Jackson Wang (M)

Originally posted by markjin

Pairing: Jackson x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut/Suggestive, Comedy

Summary; Jackson persuades you to take a break from studying, but he begins to regret it soon after~

This scenario is rated M for MATURE as it contains scenes of a suggestive, smutty nature ^_^

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Of traditions and duels

There’s an old tradition that concerns the Scamanders in which the head of every family must decide who the younger members should marry. The suitors must present themselves to the head of the family and accept any kind of challenge they decide to put them through.

In Theseus’ family things are a little bit different.

Since his parents died, he became the head of the Scamander family and so far he has done a very good job of taking care of his little brother Newt. Well… he’s not so young anymore and certainly he can make his own decisions but the tradition doesn’t consider age in its statement so technically speaking Theseus is still the one who has to decide for his brother in that matter.

And that’s how the problem starts. Because, to be honest, he knows he should ignore that stupid tradition and make the arrangements for Newt to be legally capable of deciding for himself… but the war happened and a few things here and there that just have been keeping him so busy. He doesn’t have time to do it. Well… he has it now, but Newt doesn’t seem to want to get married anytime soon so…

Okay, the thing is, he doesn’t have any excuses, but since he returned from the war and his name started to be recognized not only in England but also on the other side of the globe everyone seems to be scared of him. Yes, enjoys that a little bit and also likes being respected BUT he also enjoys dueling. And now nobody wants to duel him because they’re so afraid of him.

And so one day a man arrives at his door and the utter piece of trash ask for his baby brother’s hand in marriage and of course Theseus is not pleased, not at all, so decides to use that fear on his favor and challenges him to a duel (hopping the man would just go away) but the thing is… he doesn’t and accepts in spite of being terrified.

The poor man just lasts like two seconds, but makes Theseus happy anyway and gives him a very good idea (according to him at least) and decides to establish dueling as a legal form of competition over Newt’s hand.

It works. They’re still afraid of him, but they’re willing to try it just for the chance of marrying his little brother. It’s just insane. Well he knows his brother is adorable and that he’s also appealing to the eye but he hadn’t expected something like that. Not that he’s complaining though.

But of course news travel fast and even from Merlin knows where Newt finds out and is pissed. Because his brother -bless his kind little heart- doesn’t like people getting hurt (physically or emotionally) and even less when is because of him. And ‘you know I’d have to accept the courtship and marriage if you lose Theseus and my creatures need ME’

“I won’t. Nobody can defeat me,” he says during holidays. “And you know I wouldn’t let them marry you. They don’t deserve you.”

But Newt just rolls his eyes and leaves. It takes months for him to receive a letter from his brother again.

A year after that his friend Percival, who’s working at MACUSA, comes from America to visit him. So he can help but to tell him the whole story and of course perfect and noble auror Graves goes and takes Newt’s side even though he hasn’t met his brother yet.

“You absolute idiot, what’s wrong with you?” He almost growls. “A person should have the right to choose who he wants to marry.”

“I’m not deciding for him!” Theseus rises from his chair then suddenly feeling irritated. “They don’t stand a chance against me. It’s not like I’d let any of them near my brother!”

“And what if someone defeats you? What then? What about your brother? What if he ends up with an asshole, what if he ends up with someone like Grindelwald?”

At that Theseus tries to calm himself because he knows what his friend’s been through and know understands better his reaction. He also remember that without his brother’s help Percival wouldn’t be standing in front of him. And Graves must know that too.

“I wouldn’t let it happen,” he assures, trying not to be offended at the suggestion. “Newt means so much to me.”

“But you can’t be sure,” Percival insists. “Not until you make the arrangements.”

“It won’t happen. Nobody can defeat me.”

It comes out almost as a joke and Theseus smiles, but Graves doesn’t return that smile.

“Are you sure of that?”

“C'mon, you’ve seen me fight,” he says. “Who could beat me?”

“Very well then,” Percival takes a few steps back; his expression changes suddenly, his eyes are filled with determination. He takes his wand out of his coat and puts his left hand on his back.

Theseus looks at him almost in shock when he realises what his (traitor) friend is trying to do.

“Don’t you dare!” He warns but is ignored.

“I, Percival Graves, Director of the Department of Magical Security, challenge you, Theseus Scamander, to a duel for Newt Scamander’s hand in marriage.”

And the traitor knows exactly the fucking protocol to follow. He knows he can’t refuse.

“I’m gonna kill you after we finish,” he promises.

Graves grins at him, the bastard.

“The words, you have to say the words,” he reminds him.

“I-I accept the challenge.” He blurts out and as soon as he says it he fires a spell in Percival’s director.

A spell that his friend blocks almost too easily. That’s when he realises he might have fucked up.

It’s the frist time in decades that he has to put all of his energy into it. And it would’ve been fun if it not was for the fact that he was risking Newt.

He fights with everything he has, but after a few minutes realises that maybe his friend has more experience than him.

When he watches his wand flying right into Percival’s hand he feels petrified.

“Now you understand,” Percival says and something changes in his face. “Look, I’m not going to marry your brother. He isn’t even here for Merlin’s sake, I just wanted for you to understand. You have to make the arrangements.”

A wave of relief passes through his body. Theseus nods “I’ve learned my lesson.”

Percival must have seen that in his eyes because he gives him his wand back and sits on the couch.

After a few minutes, when they’re both more calmed, Theseus decides to talk again.

“You see, since you… defeated me, you have the right to start the courtship and marry my brother.”

“I told you that I-”

“I know,” Theseus interrupts him. “And for that I’m glad, believe me. But for me to give Newt legal freedom you must reject that right first. By defeating me, a magical bond was formed and my brother and I are obligated to follow the tradition.”

“What should we do then?”

“It’s a simple spell,” he assures. “And you have to say loud and clear you won’t marry my brother.”

At that, Graves mouth presses into a fine line. His eyes look around him.

“How come I have never met your brother?” He ask, curious. “I would like to thank him for what he did in New York.”

“He travels a lot. Maybe some day I’ll introduce you two,” Theseus offers, but honestly doesn’t plan to do it.

“Why don’t you have pictures of him?”

“I have them, I just don’t like to put them for everyone to see,” he breathes, now irritated.

Percival arches his eyebrows at him.

“Can I see one?”

“When we finish here then maybe I’ll show you.” Theseus frowns when he sees Percival’s amused grin. “WHAT?”

“I won’t change my mind over a picture! Honestly Theseus!” He laughs. “Do you think I won’t renounce to the courtship if I see a picture of Newt?”

Theseus just glares at him.

“Oh for Merlin’s beard! You really do think so. Well now I’m curious, how does your brother look like? Because auror Goldstein is very fond of him you know, now I wonder…”

“Just shut your mouth Percival, just shut it,” he growls, but his friend keeps laughing.

“Right. I’m sorry. So, what about the picture?”

“I’ll show you one, after we cast the spell and you say the words,” Theseus says and it doesn’t look like he’s going to change his mind.

Percival just rolls his eyes, but agrees.

And just when they’re ready to do so, they hear a ‘crack’ outside Theseus’ house and the sound the door makes when somebody opens it.

They both rise from their sits out of instinct and Theseus watches as Percival’s shoulders relax when a messy reddish hair appears in front of them.

Theseus curses under his breath because Newt is there with his green big eyes and pure smile and many freckles like stars in the night sky and he wants to cover Newt’s face, hide him because suddenly Percival is looking at him with a stupid look on his face.

And Merlin why Newt’s smile is just so bright and he doesn’t even notice Graves and approaches his brother with a book in his hand.

“They decided to publish it!” He almost sings in excitement. “This is the final version!”

“Congratulations. I’m sure your brother is so proud of you, Mr Scamander.”

Stupid Percival, nobody asked him.

And the bastard approaches Newt like Theseus is not there at all.

“Mr Graves!” Newt blushes. “Tina told me you… She said you were better.”

“I am,” he takes another step closer. “And please, just call me Percival.”

He offers his hand and Newt looks at it before shaking it. “I’m Newt Scamander but only Newt will do. It’s how everyone calls me.”

“It is really a pleasure to meet you, Newt,” Percival says and takes his hand and presses a soft kiss on his knuckles.

Newt flushes even more and Theseus is sure that he’s gonna kill his friend. He takes Newt by the shoulders and basically yanks him away from Graves.

“You’re gonna stay a few days, aren’t you little brother?” He asks, forcing a smile. “Great because you need to rest now, you look tired so why don’t you go to your room and feed your creatures?”

At the mention of them Newt reacts, nods and gets up the stairs.

Theseus turns around to look at Percival, but notices that his eyes are still fixed on the stairs.

He clears his throat. The other auror looks at him and somehow seems flustered.

“I changed my mind,” he blurts out.

Theseus shakes his head. No, definitely not.

“I want to court Newt,” he continues as if his friend isn’t looking at him like he wants to tear him apart. “I’ll take care of him, I promise.”

“You utter cock! You said-”

“I know what I said,” he frowns. “I just… I’m human, you know? And he’s… Merlin help me he’s so bright and warm… I’m sorry but I’m not gonna let an opportunity like this slip through my fingers.”

“What happened to 'let him make his own decisions’?”

“I’m gonna court him and if at the end of it he doesn’t want me, I’ll let him go,” Percival promises, looking like someone just punched him.

Good, because Theseus wants to do much at the moment.

“I don’t like it.”

“But you have to let me, right?”

“Right.” Theseus admits but clenches his fists.

And then, his not-so-best-friend-after-all starts to court his baby brother.

Fucking stupid marriage traditions. He always hated them.

“On the Night You Were Born”-an Everlark one-shot

It’s definitely been awhile, but it’s @keelaree‘s birthday and I’m coming out for my girl!

Have mercy…I’m still a little out of my writing element…

Summary: A fateful, rainy night brings an interesting patient into Dr. Peeta Mellark’s ER…

Title—but not plot—taken from the famous children’s book.

 On the Night You Were Born

She walked into the emergency room of Panem Hospital, quiet and unassuming. Her thick, ebony locks pulled into a ropy braid that rested against hunched, exhausted shoulders.

In the hubbub of the lobby, packed with late-night drunken injuries and feverish children with their parents, Dr. Peeta Mellark noticed her right away.

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The Huntress.

Originally posted by disneyfeverdaily

Titled: ‘The Huntress.’ 

Pairing: Gaston x reader 

Word Count: 1,714 

Warnings: Gaston/Luke Evans feels, FLUFF, super angsty ending sorry not sorry, etc. 

A/N: This was a request from @brooke-supernatural16 : Can you do a one-shot with Gaston? Where the reader is a huntress and Gaston see the reader and instantly falls for her and follows her like he did with belle but is more polite with her?

A/N: I do hope this is what you were looking for in this fic! 

Tagging: @captainemwinchester @little-red-83 @impalaimagining@sherlocks-timetraveling-assbutt @hobbithorse19 @feelmyroarrrr @lefouismylife @redimagines @letowolfie @ciaprincess @speedycatbluebird @haniiix33 @mademoiselle-lani


    It was a crisp and French morning. The ground was wet with a fresh layer of dew. The sun had barely risen over the horizon. Twas a nearly perfect morning for a hunt. Gaston has his sights on his hunting musket centered in on an innocent and meek, deer. He was patiently awaiting for the correct moment to apply the right amount pressure on the trigger. 

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Not Like This (Part 4)

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Part 1: Here
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Fandom:  Star Trek AOS (Soulmate AU)
Pairing: Reader x Bones
Word Count: 7,263
Rating: Teen+

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Author’s Note:  I’m sorry it took me so long to write this part, but I think you’ll like it!  There WILL be another part to this story, and it’s already almost done, so I promise there won’t be such a long wait for the next one.  Enjoy!!


              Everything seems like a horrible dream.  You feel like you’re treading through the thickest mud, barely able to move forward. Your mind is full of cobwebs, making everything muffled and dull.  You moan as aches and pains come back to you in full force, sending waves of agony through your body.  Your chest in particular is throbbing, through you can feel spikes of pain coming from other areas, like your injured arm and leg.

              You slowly open your eyes, blinking sluggishly, your eyelids feeling very heavy and weighed down by your extreme fatigue.  Everything looks too bright and blurred, and you blink a few more times, trying to clear your vision.  It helps a little, but nothing really comes into proper focus, leaving you feeling dizzy and disoriented.  You realize that someone is touching you, and you can feel something warm and wet against your neck.  You feel it move away from you and eventually realize someone had a washcloth on your skin. Why?  You can’t think clearly enough to figure out an answer.  You can’t remember what’s going on, and your heartrate spikes as fear and confusion start to take over your brain.

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12x12 Coda... (morning after)

“Dean, if you want to teach me to…  flirt, I am ready to learn,” Cas offered, sipping a black coffee.

Uh….” Dean ‘s head went a bit white noise. He glanced swiftly at his brother, who was already hoovering up the morning’s ration of eggs and toast.

Cas was wearing a clean black T-shirt, one of Dean’s old ones, which read “AC/DC”. His hair was plastered, a little damply, behind his ears. Dean had insisted on laundering the trench, to get rid of all the black goo and blood from the barn. He’d insisted on laundering the angel, too. Let’s wash that angel-killing rune magic off, Cas, just to be sure…c’mon, don’t be a baby, one shower is not gonna be that terrible…

Sam contented himself with raising an eyebrow.

“Yesterday,” Cas continued blithely, you wanted me to ‘hit on’ Megan, our waitress.” He waggled his fingers, making solem air quotes for “hit on”. 

Dean mentally, and colourfully, cussed himself out. 

Cas’ skin had been surprisingly soft and soapy, the terrfying cracks made by the spear all gone, although Dean had anxiously searched for them with careful fingers, the water thrumming under the weight in his throat…

He sat down at the breakfast bar with the other two, grabbing himself some of what was on offer.

“You want me to pass better… as human,. I understand,” Cas said, in a gravelly and obliging tone.

“Uh, yeah… that’s… sure…” Dean mumbled, shoving toast into his mouth hastily.

“Why don’t you practice on Dean?” Sam suggested, widening his eyes at his older brother.

He’d rubbed Cas dry with their best fluffy towel. From the solid chords of his neck to his long, elegant feet, Dean had been meticulous, each touch a silent prayer… And if his eyes got wet… well, it was just the steam, settling on them both in the quiet. 

He’d tried not to think too much about the fact that he owed those prayers to Crowley..

Cas blinked, for a second, then turned to face the older Winchester, “Your gluteus maximus muscles appear to be of an efficacious tensile strength,” he told Dean, “and, considering your propensity for fried food, your blood cholesterol levels are quite passable…” 

Dean choked on a mouthful of toast and had to take an extra swig of orange juice.

“Dude, he said you had a nice butt,” Sam sniggered.

Cas had come, unprotesting, to Dean’s room. I know you don’t sleep, but you almost died and your body needs to rest now Cas, please… just, lie down.. yes here, next to me, c’mon buddy, under the covers that’s right… 

Dean had kept babbling for a while, his own receipe for banishing death… That was a close call, buddy, freaking demons, Jeez. Why does shit always go down for us in barns, huh? His laugh was like a bark or a sob. Are you cold, are you ok, Cas? 

But Cas had just looked at him, a look more naked than his entire body had been earlier under the shower… So then Dean held him, and he smelled of lavender… and who cares how hard his heart hammered in the dark…

Dean flushed at the tips of his ears and gave his brother a swift kick in the ankle. 

“Uh, Cas…. no…. you… can’t let on you can read people’s frigging…. internal organs, for a start…”

Cas frowned in concentration, anxiety in the tiniest of tells in his knuckles, a piece of toast he didn’t need to eat lying half-bitten on his plate.

“In certain lights, a human soul looks like amber, but there are no insects…” he started.

“Really?” Sam took a glug of coffee, looking genuinely intrigued. 

Dean was not having a good morning. His own stupid fault, as usual. 

“No… that’s.. wrong too, obviously… I’m.. I appreciate your mouth, when it smiles before you do..” Cas threw Dean a hopeful look. 

Dean felt his heart give a treacherous lurch. 

“Definitely don’t waste that on a waitress you just met,” Sam said lightly, his eyes flicking between them.

 “And don’t listen to anything my brother has to say on the subject of flirting anyway, Cas. Dean says everything sincere with his actions, not with his… cute mouth.”

“Shuddup Sam,” Dean growled, but he was a little bit grateful.

The angel had shaken for quite a while in his arms and Dean had just… held on tight. He couldn’t make the strings of his voice-box work anymore, so he’d prayed, over and over, so close to Cas’ mouth he was sure he’d feel it on his breath. 

“I love you too, Cas. I love you too.”  

Ideas...can only thrive when they are free
Charles Darwin/Evie Frye/Jacob Frye/Florence Nightingale
Ideas...can only thrive when they are free

Darwin: Well, look who’s here!

Evie: We were very worried about you, sir.

Jacob: You’re looking spry for a fossil, sir.

Darwin: A man’s friends are the best measure of his worth. I’m proud to count you among mine.

Evie: The danger’s passed, there’s no need to leave, sir.

Nightingale: What Mr. Darwin needs now is rest. To that end, he is joining his family on the Isle of Wight.

Darwin: Rest? Indeed! I shall start work on my next book!

Nightingale: I must insist that you recuperate quietly, sir.

Darwin: The acquisition of knowledge is in itself sufficiently recuperative. Go, tell her.

Jacob: This is one fight I aim to avoid, sir.

Darwin: Thank you for everything, my friends. Ideas, like people, can only thrive when they are free.

Happy birthday Charles Darwin!
☼ 12 February 1809 
† 19 April 1882

Weakness - Part 5

Summary: You’re an old acquaintance of Barry Allen and The Flash’s enemy, but when you’re together you’re way more than that. You’re struggling with your evilness and Barry wants to help. Will you let him?

Pairings: Barry Allen x reader

Word count: 1182

A/N: Hello! The next part is here after a long ass time, sorry about that lol I hope you like this part and how the story is going, let me know what you think! x

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

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My Love (SR)

Request:

 Hi could you please do a spencer reid one shot thats kind of cheesey and has a lot of fluff? Something sweet and adorable. Thanks. Love your blog btw 

Warnings: None (Thanks babe)

 Sometimes life could be cruel. When being sick lands on your period week it tends to take a toll on the whole body. 

 I closed my eyes and laid back in bed feeling the aches and pains all over my body. The rising cramps in my stomach and back and even ass. My mind was cloudy with the congestion and my nose was hindering me from breathing. Spencer was out on a case, it had been seven days since I had last seen him, two days since I last talked to him. During those days the sickness started to boil up making me never want to wake up. I decided to try and get out of bed at least to shower. I hadn’t had one for a few days now. The only times I had gotten up were to gulp down water and use the bathroom. I didn’t have time for hygiene and I frankly didn’t care about it in my moment of pain. I walked into the bathroom and pulled out the fluffiest towel I could find. Having a fever made me ache for a cold bath, so that’s exactly what I did. I twisted the drain to make the bath start up placing some bubble bath and epsom salt into it for the aches in my body. I placed a diffuser beside the bath placing a couple of drops of peppermint essential oil in it to blow out on my face- hopefully allowing my nose to open up.

 Piece by piece I peeled off my clothes and slowly slid myself into the cool water. The goosebumps rose over my body as it slowly reduced the hotness of my skin. A few hours had passed when I heard the door to the bathroom crack open. Being the wife of an FBI agent made my mind go wonder. “Hello?” I called out into the into the dim lighting of the bathroom. “Oh sweetie sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Spencer said through the small opening of the door. He came into view with the small trash can that was usually set beside my side of the bed. “What’s this love?” He asked showing me the mountain of tissues in the trash. I closed my eyes and sneezed, “I’ve become ill.” I said my voice deeper than usual - caused by the drainage. His face fell into a frown and came by the bath dropping to his knees. He placed his palm softly on my sweaty forehead and pushed back the sweaty hair that was stuck to my skin. “You’re burning up love.” He said worriedly. I nodded my head and groaned in pain feeling the cramps come though my body again. “What’s wrong?” He asked confused, “I also started my period.” I said groaning clutching at my bloated stomach. I looked at Spencer with pained eyes to see him deep in thought. “What?” I said pushing his shoulder, placing a wet hand print on his button up. “I’m just trying to think how to help relieve some of the pain.” He said grabbing my towel and standing up. “Let’s get you out, your skin is starting to prune.” He said softly, taking a hold of my hand helping me ease myself out. “Now I’m going to go get everything you need and you get into comfy clothes. Don’t get into bed yet I’m going to get new sheets for the bed and throw them in the dryer. ” He said softly as he hug my tired figure to his. 

 I leaned towards the vanity in the bathroom and looked at my sweaty face. I cringed and rubbed cold water on it to help the redness. I did my business, using the proper hygiene tools for my period and I got dressed in over sized pajama pants and an over sized t-shirt. I steadily shuffled out of the bathroom to the bedroom. I smiled as best as I could seeing the mountain of chocolate beside the bed. Spencer came back into the room with the warm sheets in his hands. “Want me to help?” I asked him, going closer to him leaning against his shoulder. “No love, I’ve got it. You need to go sit down until I’m done. Feel free to eat all the chocolate you want. It helps.” He said softly rubbing his thumb over my cheek and kissing my forehead. “And when you get in bed I’m getting you some NyQuil to get this fever down. ” He said placing his hand on my lower back, pushing me softly to the comfy recliner in the corner of the room.

 "All done. “ Spencer mumbled to himself as he walked out of the room again, I’m guessing to go get the medicine. I got up and placed myself into my side of the bed slowly peeling away at the chocolate wrappers. One candy bar after the other was gone. "Sweetie I got you some tea and some medicine and also a cool wet rag to go on your head.” He said coming into the room carrying a tray. I gave him a weak smile, “Thanks.” I told him, pushing myself up to a sitting position. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming home?” I asked him quietly as I downed the awful tasting cherry liquid. I heard him laugh softly as he pushed the tea into my hands. “I wanted to surprise you. Why didn’t you tell me you got sick?” He asked tilting his head to the side and placing his hands on his hips. I giggled, which turned into coughing. He sat next to me and rubbed my back, “Maybe no more laughing for right now.” He said smiling at me timidly. I nodded in agreement and leaned into his shoulder. “I don’t feel well.” I told him nuzzling my head into his neck. His hands ran through my hair and he kissed my ear. “I know my love. It’ll get better I promise. You just need some rest right now.” He commented back. “I’m going to go get changed okay? The medicine should kick in soon and make you sleepy, don’t fight it.” He told me sternly as he walked to the closet.

 I turned to my side allowing me to see Spencer’s bare, lean back facing me. I smiled softly to myself as he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants pushing them off his hips. I admired his beautiful body as he placed a plain cotton shirt on and some gray sweat pants on. “Thanks for the show.” I said coughing making mucus come up my throat. I winced and grabbed my head, spitting the green colored mucus in the trash can. “You’re sick alright. By the looks of your mucus you have an infection.” I whimpered as Spencer crawled in beside me. “You’re not that kind of doctor.” I told him as I pushed my head into his chest. His arms circled my waist and pulled my close, “You need some rest. That’s the only solution right now.” I groaned and nodded my head, closing my eyes. I relaxed into his touch feeling the medicine kick in making me drowsy. I felt Spencer’s hand softly kneading my lower back with one hand and the other brushing through my hair. I moved my face to look up at him, “I love you.” I said tiredly. He smiled and kissed my nose softly. “I love you too.” I tucked my head back into his neck and breathed deeply loving his scent. “Feel better my love.”

love-life-and-wanderlust  asked:

Yo can I have headcanons/short scenario for the gang finding out their girlfriends were injured and in the hospital? (Each character's girlfriend got injured in their own way, they were jumped, car crash, abuse, attempted suicide, etc.)

okay, so this might suck so sorry in advance. also, i’m not sure if this is what you want, it might be too fluffy, so i’m so so so sorry :( hope you like it!!

warnings: abuse & suicide & swearing

sodapop: it had been two days since the incident. on wednesday, you were working late so soda, being the amazing boyfriend he was, decided to cook dinner for you. it smelled great, however, soda unfortunately forgot about your major peanut allergy. the grilled chicken he made contained peanut oil, which had caused you to pass out cold. you didn’t realize what was happening until you woke up two days later in the hospital with soda by your side.
when you first opened your eyes, soda shed a few tears. it had scared him so much to see you pass out, and to have all the medical equipment strapped up to you to help you breathe. he was so glad that his baby was okay, but also very guilty.
“baby, i’m so sorry. i’m such a bad boyfriend, i don’t deserve you, i’m so so sorry you had to go through that, i will never forgive myself,” he said, tears in his eyes.
you giggled and caressed his soft cheek, “soda don’t say that. i love you with all mu being and i am so lucky to have you.”
he gently took your hand and kissed it, promising himself he would never do that again.

dally: you ran as fast as you could out of that house. you were never going back. you have had enough of your father mentally beating you up, but tonight, it was physical. your nose was bleeding and you had a black eye. you had no idea where you were going but you just wanted out. out of this town, out of your life. suddenly, you remembered dally and ran to bucks. you and dallas weren’t dating, he always was sleeping around with some girl or other but you were definitely best friends and had a strong emotional connection. you watched out for him and he did the same for you. you two would do anything for each other, but none of you would ever admit it.
by the time you got to bucks, something was up. your head felt weird and your eyes felt sunken. everyone stared at you weird while others backed away. maybe it was worse than you thought…
“holy shit y/n, what happened to you?! we cmon lets go to the hospital, this is pretty bad. holy shit, what the fuck happened?”
“it was my father he-”
dally’s grip tightened around your shoulders as he lead the way out of buck’s.
“look y/n, it makes me so mad what he does to you. you deserve so much more you know that? you could do so much more for the world and i have no fucking idea why he can’t see that. he can’t beat you up like that, its fucking wrong, you know i’m so mad right now! say the words, y/n, say the words, and he’ll be out of your life forever.”
dally began to say something else, completely enraged, but suddenly everything became blurry and quiet until everything was black and silent.
you woke up the next morning, surprisingly, dally was beside your side. there was a big bandage across your head and your mouth had a weird taste, like medicine.
“jesus, you’re awake,” dally said.
“guess i am.”
“look y/n, i was real worried about you and it just made me realize-”
“-yeah?”
i had feelings for dallas as long as i could remember. sometimes it seemed like he did too, but with dally, you never really knew.
“it made me realize how much you mean to me. how upset i’d be if you died you know? and i can’t even believe im saying this, it sounds like something fucking ponyboy would say.”
you smirked.
“what?” he asked, you could sense he was worried.
“kiss me.”

ponyboy: you heard the brake slam. your head hit the wheel. it seemed like you heard everything. the smashing of the glass, your car hitting theirs, but the most dominating of all was your screams. and everything went black.
“she’s what? what happened?”
pony felt like his heart stopped when he received the phone call from dally. he felt his fingers getting numb. y/n? his y/n? in the hospital? no. he just was with her 20 minutes ago! this can’t be happening. pony couldn’t feel his voice anymore. he ran out of the house, straight to the hospital.
“Y/N! Y/N!” he shouted as soon as he burst into the room you were.
the nurse soon had him held down, telling him you were okay, but he needed to stay calm.
“ponyboy. pony, i’m alright. i’m so happy you came, it was so scary, i-”
“-shhh, honey. you need to rest. im here now,” he said putting his hand on your chest and began to calm down, realizing his babygirl was okay.

steve: you knew you should be scared when you heard the footsteps. you knew it wasn’t my type greasers, and you were scared.
“what’s up babyyyy..” one of them said, obviously drunk.
“s-st-stay away from me,” you imagined it would be more confident in my head, but when you said it out loud it probably just sounded like a lost little puppy. your heart was beating really fast now.
before you knew it they were beating me up, and beating me good. there were 4 of them, against you. you were pretty small and looked younger than you were. there was blood all over the place.
“let go of her!” was the last thing you heard before everything went black.
you arose a couple hours later with a nurse by your bed.
“where the hell am i?” you asked groggily.
she gently smiled and said, “hello, y/n, i’m your nurse and from what i’ve heard, you got beat up pretty badly, i’m so sorry to hear about that.”
everything came flooding back to me at once, as i felt the large bandage on my arm.
“and honey, there was this young man really worried about you, in tears even. he felt so bad, i’m gonna go call him over right now.”
steve? steve was worried about you? steve was the only one who would be, he’s your boyfriend. you felt content at the fact that steve was worried.
on cue, steve burst through the doors.
“baby! y/n! are you okay? holy crap, i’m so sorry i wasn’t there walking you home. this is all my fault-why are you smiling, did they put you on some drug?”
“no stevey, i just love you so much.”
“definitely some drug.”


johnny: (hey, i usually don’t feel very comfortable doing this, but just this one time. i’m so sorry if this offended you in any way, but there was a warning. i deal with this sort of stuff everyday and if you need someone to talk to, you can always, ALWAYS talk to me.) nothing was okay anymore. everything was falling apart. you cried and cried until you couldn’t cry anymore.
“love, love, are you okay?” my boyfriend johnny asked, obviously concerned, nervous & distraught.
shit. no. johnny did everything for me, he was my everything. he can’t see me in this state, he can’t. it’ll hurt him too much.
“i-i-i’m sorry…i-i-just-..”
he grabbed me and buried his face into the crook into my neck.
“y/n cakes, tell me what’s wrong. i love you so much you know that.”
i was hysterical, but he’s seen me like this before and he knew what was up.
“baby, don’t think like that. you know i could never live without you. i need you. i love you so much.”
i cried even more, how did i deserve him?
he picked my up bridal style, and carried me to the hospital.

two bit: you ran to the bathroom, for the eighth time today, barfing over the toilet.
your boyfriend, two-bit, rushed in after you.
“y/n. maybe we should go to the hospital, this doesn’t look too good…” two said for the hundredth time today, but this time you agreed. you felt horrible.
he brushed your hair and kissed your sweaty forehead, and guided you over to his car.
as soon as you hit the hospital bed, you fell asleep. it was deep and peaceful.
thank god, when you woke up you felt better. they gave you some nasty tasting medicine, and two rubbed your chest while you took it. it really helped that he was with you, he cracked jokes that made you feel better, and he was incredibly caring.
“you doing better, buttercup?” he asked with a playful smirk on his face.
“you betcha, keith.”

darry: the pan sizzled as you inhaled the amazing scent of garlic chicken you were cooking. suddenly, your hand slipped and the pan fell onto your left foot with a crash.
a string of loud profanities left your mouth as tears escaped from your eyes. GOD, that hurt a lot.
soda, who was the only one home immediately rushed into the kitchen.
“y/n are you alright? holy crap, that does not look good. ummmm, lets take you to the hospital and then we’ll call darry. dang, y/n i’m so sorry man that looks bad.”
he said while you were sobbing and hopping on one leg. he supported half of your weight as he dragged you to their car.
the nurse had put some numbing medication on your foot and bandaged it all up. it still burned, but it sure as hell felt better than it did before.
soda was on the phone with darry now.
“darry, yeah, so basically, y/n was cooking and the hot pan fell on her foot and she’s in the hospital. okay, it aint my fault, and its not her’s either! it was an accident!”
“hey, y/n, dars really worried. he’s gonna be over in 5.”
i gratefully smiled.
darry came sooner than i expected. he was real worried and was pacing and jumpy.
“dare bear!”
“y/n, don’t pull that crap with me. god i feel awful. i’m so sorry i had to work late. GOD that is a hue bandage. does it hurt anymore, shit.”
“darry, i’m okay now, calm down. i’ll be able to go tonight and i’ll only be on crutches for two days. i’ll be okay so just relax,” then you added, “i love you.”
he softened and sat next to me, while we spent the whole day talking while he drew shapes on my bare shoulder.