next to his eyes

baby makes three

this is based off @softjimon ’s adorable post about jimon doing the fake baby project and taking it super seriously

Jace didn’t even know why he signed up to take a life skills class.

When quickly filling out his course selection at the end of his junior year, only a few hours before the deadline, Jace’s only goal had been to get all of his credits. He’d had a gap to fill, one more class he needed to sign up for, and Magnus had helpfully suggested taking what was called “Life Management and Development” because he’d taken it the year before and it was supposedly a blow-off.

Magnus was mostly right. For most of the year the class consisted of watching Lifetime movies and learning how to hold down a job. Jace used the class to pester Simon into helping him with his stats homework.

Simon, who for some unfathomable reason would stop at nothing to take every advanced class he could, was only in life skills because his mother wanted him to relax in his senior year and try not to stress after a breakdown at the end of his junior year that put him out of commission for a few days.

It was kind of nice, Jace thought, to have a class with Simon. He never got to hang out with Simon without the rest of the group, and through the year Jace learned a lot about him.

And even after all that learning, he was surprised when Simon immediately put his hand on Jace’s wrist the moment Ms. Rollins announced a partner project.

“Really?” Jace asked, eyebrows raised. “You want to pair with me? For a major grade? Even though you can see me filling out my homework that’s due next period as we speak?”

Simon rolled his eyes. “It’s life skills, Jace. It won’t be hard. And I don’t want to be with anyone but you. I don’t even know these other peoples’ names.”

“And you’re hoping you’ll be a good influence on me?” Jace guessed. Simon smirked.

“If only that were possible.”

Admittedly, a fake baby project wasn’t anything that Jace ever imagined himself participating in. And Magnus hadn’t done it last year, so Jace never even considered the horrible possibility.

Apparently Simon didn’t have that problem.

“She’s cute!” Simon exclaimed, sounding pleased as he and Jace both peered into the plastic carrier at their baby. It was scarily realistic, with a little rubbery face and an actual real diaper, which Jace personally felt like was a waste of a diaper that a real baby could use.

“The baby will behave like a real baby.” Rollins said from the head of the class. “It will cry, it will be hungry, it will need to be changed. On the clock, not just when you’re at school. Now I have no way of knowing if one partner is doing all the work, but I’m trusting you and your partner to share the work evenly. Like how a real, successful marriage would operate.”

“Did I propose to you?” Jace whispered to Simon. “Or did you propose to me?”

“You proposed to me.” Simon responded. “I said no the first three times, but I was after your money.”

“Jokes on you.”

“This is a major grade, people!” Rollins announced. “If the baby is neglected, the data gets sent to me. So for the next two weeks, take care of that baby.”

“Well, I think the obvious thing to do is name her Leia.” Simon declared immediately, and Jace honestly wasn’t even surprised. He didn’t care what they called the fake baby, but he felt the need to argue anyways.

“I don’t think she likes it.” Jace said thoughtfully, and they both studied the expressionless face of their baby. Simon leaned in, his head right beside the baby’s face.

“She just told me she loves it.”

“She can’t even talk yet!”

“Yes she can.” Simon grinned. “Our daughter is a genius.”

The baby wasn’t that bad. Whenever she cried in class, Jace was always shooed into the hall by his teachers and he got to miss a few minutes of boring lessons. And it was stupid, he knew that, but holding the baby and getting her electronic cries to eventually lessen made him feel a dumb sense of pride.

“She cried like, three less times than usual.” Jace told Simon as he passed Leia off during lunch. “I think she’s acclimating.”

“I read about emotional maturity.” Simon answered as he took a bite of salad. “Even a few days can make a huge difference in the ways infants behave.”

“Guys.” Clary pulled their attention from Leia, who was being fed by Jace from the plastic bottle that was always in Simon’s bag. “This is really sweet, the way you guys are getting along and–and raising a child–”

“It’s weird.” Alec deadpanned. “She’s plastic.”

“Hey, it’s a good project.” Simon said defensively, reaching for Leia so he could hold her protectively against his chest. “Good parenting is an important skill to learn.”

“Yeah, Alec.” Jace stuck his tongue out at his brother. “I’m learning valuable skills. When you and Magnus have a kid, you’ll call me and be like ‘Jace, please, we need your expertise because our child hates us and won’t stop crying!’ And I’m just gonna be like, I don’t know guys remember when you made fun of Leia?”

“Boom.” Simon knocked his fist against Jace’s.

“Maybe we should really be questioning why Jace and Simon are suddenly attached at the hip?” Magnus said with a wide smile, eyeing the point of connection where the boys’ knees were touching.

“Children who experience divorce can be severely emotionally stunted.” Simon supplied. “As Leia’s dads, we love her too much to hate each other.”

“Is this is chi-squared test or a goodness of fit test?” Jace asked, showing Simon his current stats question. Simon didn’t bother to look, too focused on Leia to move his gaze.

“Is it uni-variate or bi-variate?”

Jace looked back down at the paper and groaned. He fell back against Simon’s bed, burying his face in one of Simon’s pillows which smelled exactly like strawberry shampoo and cologne. The signature Simon Lewis scent, which Jace was becoming accustomed to.

“I’m going to fail stats.”

“At least you won’t fail life skills.” Simon said cheerfully. “Rollins said we have the highest grade so far. And only one week left.”

“Is it dumb that I’m going to miss her?” Jace mumbled. “I mean, I paid good money for that onesie. And endured a good two days of mockery from my siblings.”

“I think it’s cute.” Simon said thoughtfully. “You’re a good dad.”

“You too.”

Simon yawned and flopped down to lay beside Jace. He securely placed Leia between them and closed his eyes, unaware of Jace continuing to stare at him. If he was being honest, the end of the project would be difficult because it would mean the end of having a reason to constantly be around Simon.

Not that he didn’t see Simon everyday at lunch and in class and every time the group hung out. But, still. He liked having some alone time with Simon. He liked looking at the soft expression on Simon’s face when he held Leia, or the way his curls fell over his eyes. Or the way his eyelashes fluttered as he fell asleep, which Jace was appreciating for the first time currently.

He stared for awhile until he felt himself dozing off. He was almost entirely out when Leia started crying, the electronic sound of her sobs filling the quiet bedroom. Simon shifted on the bed, his hands shoving Leia gently into Jace’s chest.

“Your turn, J.” He muttered before drifting off again.

Jace sat up and cradled Leia to his chest. He’d never really considered having a traditionally domestic life, with a spouse and a child and all of that. And maybe he was getting ahead of himself, but holding his fake baby and looking at his fake, peacefully sleeping husband, Jace reached the conclusion that maybe this wasn’t so bad.

And maybe he didn’t need a plastic baby to spend time with Simon, to hang out at Simon’s house and take naps beside Simon and call him teasing pet-names.

So when Leia stopped crying, Jace settled back down beside Simon and began to plan a way to ask him out. He was fairly certain that Simon would say yes. How could he say no to his husband?

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Originally posted by sikanapanele

Donald Pierce x Reader

Part 1, Part 2

Masterlist

Request: Yes

Summary: You and Donald are both keeping a secret from each other


Five years later

Sudden weight woke you up from your peaceful sleep. You were tired from the night before so you refused to open your eyes. You could feel fingers on your face trying to wake you up.

˝Logan, go away˝ You said not looking at your baby boy.

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anonymous asked:

where. is. the. next. priest. fic. installment. AJAX.

anon! it’s here! and after this there is only too many words of porn left. sorry it took so long. so this is the second to last chapter, where Plot happens (i guess) and then you will get your porn you filthy animals. 

edit: it’s all on ao3 here

The Gang Gets Exorcised, Part 4: I didn’t think it would happen to me!  

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anonymous asked:

Sou pup, your papa's bday is coming up next month! What are your plans? 😊

Sou pup stays quiet, but both his eyes and floofy tail gave his excitement away. His eyes were twinkling and his tail was wagging in content. Was his papa’s special day next month already?

Sou: Kish… special day come soon? (๑• ω •๑)

He looks down and stares at the floor, clutching Mr. Piggy who he had not let go off all day and ponders. It was his job to plan something… anything! But, he can’t bake a cake… he can’t really throw a party because money was needed and he knew for a fact that his piggy bank did not have that much money in it! Then what could he do? He frowns…

Sou: Sou… Sou no have plans for Kish… (๑•́︿•̀๑)

He then softly gasps and lifts his little head.

Sou: Kitty! Souchke ask Kitty for help! (๑•◡•๑) ♡♡♡

He politely excuses himself and goes to find the house phone so he can call Rinrin and ask for his help ♡

zoemonster200  asked:

How about 28 then but Laf isn't home and the boys start freaking out then lol.

Ya, I can do dis one.

28- Panicking, our child about to be delivered.


“Oh my god.” You said. All the boy’s head’s turned to you as soon as the words had fallen from your lips. “I think my water just broke.” The words sounded more pained, drawing panicked looks from the three boys on the couch next to you. 

“Whatdowedo?” Alex asked, his eyes widened and speech running together.

“Urgh!” You cried as a sharp, shooting, pain tore through your stomach. All the boys hopped to their feet, otherwise frozen by their panic. “Here’s an idea, take me to the fucking hospital!”

“Rightrightright.” John rushed around the room, “Where are my keys? Herc do you have the keys? Where are the keys? I found the keys.”

“Hercules call my husband!” You yelled while Alexander helped you up and provided his arm for support.


“Alright, you’re going to have to push now.” The doctor instructed. You immediately took hold of Lafayette’s hand, squeezing hard. And you pushed. You pushed as hard as you could, for as long as you could,

“Keep going cherie, you are a strong woman,” Lafayette encouraged, ignoring the pain you were causing in his hand, he knew it was nowhere near the pain you felt. 

“Oh my god!” You groaned loudly, beads of sweat had gathered on your forehead and you still felt hot, hot and sick.

“Keep pushing amour, you have this,” Lafayette said gently.


It had taken hours of intense pain and labored pushing, but eventually, your little girl had made her way out. Though she was covered in goop and red liquid, she was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen,

“She’s so beautiful,” Lafayette whispered, eyes brimmed with tears.

“Can we name her Belle?” You asked, eyes still trained on the baby in your arms.

“That sounds perfect.” Lafayette smoothed down your hair and pressed a kiss to the top of your head before leaning down to do the same to his daughter.


Okay, this turned out way too long, but thanks for requesting!

okay but imagine this, james and teddy are in a secret relationship. they’re at the burrow for big family dinner and someone makes the “all potters marry redheads” joke. while everyone is busy laughing teddy morphs his hair to red and james chokes on his water

🎶 you raise me uuuuup 🎶

<Back

First

  • Jason: I will never pity you, Dickface. I am the perpetual family disappointment, I pity no one.
  • Dick: Oh come on, you think you're the family disappointment?
  • Jason: Well it sure as hell ain't you, golden boy!
  • Dick: We'll see about that. Bruce!
  • Bruce: Hm?
  • Dick: Who is the family disappointment?
  • Bruce:
  • Bruce:
  • Bruce: St--
  • Stephanie: NO!
  • Stephanie: Shut up shut up shut uuuupppp!
  • Stephanie: I cannot be the family disappointment because I am not a part of this family!
  • Stephanie: I don't even go here!
  • Tim: You're here all the time--
  • Stephanie: As your personal Kimmy Gibbler! Not a sister!
  • Stephanie: [to Bruce] I can't believe you. I CANNOT believe you! Say it, Bruce, swear to God, SAY IT and I will slap you again!
  • Jason: Again?
  • Stephanie: I AM NOT THE FAMILY DISAPPOINTMENT!
  • Stephanie: You know who is, Bruce? You. YOU ARE THE FAMILY DISAPPOINTMENT.
  • Stephanie: You haven't done half the crap you should and YEAH I'm pulling out receipts because I INVENTED fake dying and when I got back no one was nice to me SO YOU DON'T GET ANY FREEBIES!
  • Stephanie: I'm leaving! Tell Cass I'm not talking to any of you and I broke up with Tim--
  • Tim: How is this my fault?!
  • Stephanie: --and that I'll be at Gina's on 5th for smoothies because SOME of us keep our promises and don't just go 'hey I'm back from the dead get out of my cave even though I'm a loser who got lost in time like a loser' which, like, PATHETIC
  • Stephanie: [wads up leftover receipt from her purse and throws it at Bruce] BYE FAMILY DISAPPOINTMENT
  • Stephanie: [slams door]
  • Jason:
  • Dick:
  • Tim:
  • Bruce:
  • Bruce:
  • Bruce: I was going to say 'Stop'...
jealous + jeff atkins

plot : y/n is jeff’s secret girlfriend but she gets jealous when other girls talk to him and has to show everyone/and him, who’s he is

word count : 1270

notes : jealous!reader

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Walking into school, your eyes searched for someone in particular.  You found him with his friends, leaning again his locker surrounded by his usual group of friends. He caught your eye, quickly looking away but a smile burst onto his face. You strode past him, moving to your own group of friends. You could feel a pair of eyes on you and you knew who they belonged to.

“Hey, Y/N’s here!” your best friend, Kat hollered.

Your other friends all turned and smiled at you. You returned it, but furrowed your eyebrows. They were acting odd.

“We have news” one of your other friends chorused.

“We think Jeff might be into you. You know the one on the baseball team? Hot Jeff?” another blurted.

You were stunned for a mere second before you regained your composure and laughed.

“Guys, there is no way Jeff Atkins is into me” you glanced at Kat, with a sly smile on your face.

Kat was the only one of your friends that knew about you and Jeff’s relationship. Kat tried to hide her smug smile,

“He’s been looking at for the past few weeks and you should’ve seen how he smiled when you walked in this morning”

You smacked her on the arm for feeding into this gossip and she put her hands up in surrender.

“Well, I guess I’ll have to do something about that then” you winked at them playfully, making all of your friends laugh, unaware of the truth.

“Oh, better act fast then because, Tracy’s on the same mission”

You turned around to see a girl leaning against his locker. They were laughing about something. She was pretty, prettier than you in your opinion. You trusted Jeff, you knew he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you but you couldn’t help the overwhelming feeling of envy as you watched him openly laugh with that girl. You two had agreed to keep your relationship a secret until he got his grades up since his parents thought a relationship would distract him. But seeing him talk to that girl so freely, laughing and joking, you realized that could’ve been you instead. But you were used to this feeling so you brushed it off.

“No but Tracy and Jeff would be kinda cute, I mean they’ve been working on a chemistry project together for the past weeks and they’re adorable in class” one of the girls in your circle, thought out loud.

“Have they now?” you muttered.

“Yeah and I reckon they would be a pretty good couple”

You glared in their direction,

“I bet”

+

“Hey Y/N, so I have this chem- ”

Jeff yelped as you pulled him into your room by the front of his shirt, swiftly shutting the door behind you with your foot. You pushed him into the wall next to the door, pressing your body to his, trapping him between you and the wall. Jeff’s eyes widened at your position, looking at you questioningly with big eyes. 

“Y-Y/N what’s going on?”

You didn’t reply verbally, simply pressing your lips to his instead. He instantly reacted to the kiss, moving his hands to your waist, squeezing gently. You let your hand rest on the back of his neck while another sat on his shoulder. He mumbled something incoherent and you ignored it. You shoved your tongue into his mouth, but he pulled away as soon as you did.

“What’s up though?” he whispered, leaning his head back onto the wall. 

You dodged the question, answering with another question.

“You’re okay with this aren’t you?” you responded.

“Well yeah of course…” Jeff stopped for a second, gathering his words but you had already taken that opportunity.

You untangled yourself from him and lifted his shirt over his head, You smiled slyly at the sight of his bare body. You couldn’t help but smash your lips back onto his. He accepted you for a few heavenly seconds before pulling away again.

“No seriously, what’s going on?” Jeff asked, worry in his eyes.

“Does it matter?” you panted, looking up into his eyes, getting restless. 

“It does, I don’t want my girl- oh my god”

You had attacked his neck with kisses, sucking a bit longer than necessary with each. You ran your hand up the dips of his toned abs, getting a groan in return. You moved up to his jaw, pecking his lips before making a path down again. You hit just the right place, near the crook of his neck, making Jeff moan in response.

“Y/N”

You smirked at this, trailing your hand down to his belt buckle. You pulled him closer to you but before you could proceed to undoing it, Jeff pulled away for the third time.

“I’m serious, what’s going on with you? You’re not like this normally…” he muttered, breathlessly.

You took a deep breath, you didn’t want to tell him the real reason you were all fired up. You hated being the typical jealous girlfriend.  At your silence, Jeff spoke again.

“Don’t get me wrong, it’s super hot but I just want to know if there’s anything wrong and I want to help if there is”

He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, looking at you with those concerned eyes. Those adorable eyes that you fell in love with. Jeff was so different from the other jocks that he called his friends. A normal guy wouldn’t have questioned this but Jeff, being Jeff, was always thinking about your well being.

“I got jealous” you muttered.

You knew from the surprised look on his face that he heard you. You never really got jealous. Girls always flirted with him and you didn’t blame them.

“What was that?"he asked with a cheeky grin.

That little-

"I got freaking jealous okay?!”

And then he burst out laughing. The nerve of him. You looked away, anger bubbling in you.

“Of who?” he got out in between fits of laughter.

“That girl you’re doing the chemistry thing with”

You finally looked back into his amused eyes.

“Worried that we had chemistry?”

You slapped his chest at the terrible pun. That’s when you finally noticed the red and purple marks all over his neck and collarbone. It was your turn to laugh now.

“Well I won’t have to worry anymore” you smirked.

He eyed you suspiciously before following your gaze. You watched as his eyes widened dramatically and he looked to you like a gaping fish.

“Y/N, how the hell am I meant to cover this up? Everyone will notice!”

"Perfect”

BONUS

“Jeff, man it’s like 500 degrees out, take that scarf off” Jess groaned.

“Uh, no I’m okay” Jeff replied awkwardly.

“Well, I’m getting sick of it” Marcus stated, ripping it off Jeff’s neck before he could protest’

The whole group silenced. Why did Jeff have to wear a v-neck today?

“Oh look who got some last night” Bryce cheered.

“Aww, look at our little Jeffrey growing up. I thought you didn’t do one time things” Justin teased.

Jeff had turned a bright shade of red.

“Damn dude, do we know the girl? Because she’s pretty hardcore” Monty chuckled, eyeing the marks that covered a large portion of his neck and shoulder.

Jeff took a deep breath, playfully glaring at you from across courtyard. You caught his gaze, laughing and winked at him.

God, he loved you.

Red

I am FINALLY done with this. Hope you guys enjoy it, please let me know if you do, your comments are very much appreciated. Lots of love, B xx

Originally posted by hotsauceharry

Red.

It’s all he can see when he looks at you. It’s the color that paints your lips and it’s the only thing he’s been able to think about all night long.

When he picked you up earlier tonight, on your way to a dinner with a group of friends, his eyes had zoomed in on your lips the second you opened the car door to greet him - while you stepped inside and leaned in to say hello, placing a chaste and pert kiss on his cheek, his eyes followed your lips as you came closer.

“What color is that? Crimson? Bright red?” Is what he thinks, the shades of it swirling in his mind. He doesn’t know and he’s tempted to ask you but to do that was to show he’s been paying more attention to you than he’s got the right to and maybe it’d give you the wrong impression - he’s not interested in your lipstick but more on the way the color makes your lips look full and incredibly inviting.

Biting onto his bottom lip after greeting you quickly, his eyes fleet to his rear view mirror, spotting the patch of skin close to his jaw where you had placed your kiss - a lipstick mark remains, the shape of your lips stamped onto his skin in a bright shade of red.

The sight gave him goose bumps and he couldn’t explain why, but when you leaned forward on his front seat, the visor pulled down so you could look in the mirror and make sure your lipstick was not smudged, Harry felt his stomach sink - images of you on your knees, eyes hazy and lips swollen while you suck on his cock with greedy, swollen and red painted lips, leaving a stain on his length, invaded his mind without his permission and he feels his cock twitch in his pants, heat rising underneath his skin.

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Originally posted by knightlley

turning me on | jeff atkins

anon request: can i request a jeff atkins imagine with #8 and #33? maybe jeff took his girlfriend (reader) to a party with him and you could take it from there. thank you!

8) “you’re turning me on.”

33) “come sit on my lap.”

warnings: fluff, almost smut

a/n: ok but that gif is so hot. FIRST IMAGINE OF MY BBY <3

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Bet On Me

Reggie x Reader

A/N: This is my first ever fic and I hope you all like it!! Requests for all other Riverdale characters are open!! (This is my first fic because Reggie is bae)

Word Count: 3369

Warnings: Swearing, slight angst, violence, heavy make-out session (is that even a warning?)

Summary: Reggie is dared to date Y/N, the sweet and popular untouched cheerleader. He does so, although not expecting to fall for her in the process.

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billionyengirl  asked:

IS THERE GONNA BE A SECOND PART OF THE OTHER GIRL??? PLEASE SAY YES

Author’s note: YES!!! You can read part one here 

The Other Girl part 2

The hell?

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, trying to avoid Zen’s glare. His scarlet eyes narrowed as you squirmed.

Just ignore him… ignorehimignorehimignorehimignore

“MC?”

“Him-Ah, I-I mean, what?”

Crap, I’m not crying again, am I?

“…I asked if you invited Allergy to the next party,” Seven leaned forward, slightly tilting his head. His eyes softened, silently asking if everything was okay.

You gave him a reassuring smile. “Yeah, I sent an-”

“MC, can you help me with something in the kitchen?”

Zen moved his petite girlfriend off his lap and stood up. He walked out of the room without an answer.

I guess I don’t have much of a choice…

You sunk farther back into your chair and closed your eyes.

Maybe I can pretend I didn’t hear him.

“MC, aren’t you going to help him?”

You gritted your teeth and slowly stood.

“I guess I will, Yoosung.”

As you walked away, Yoosung ‘hmph’ed.

“Who spit in her coffee this morning,” he muttered.

Life. Life spit in my coffee.

You peeked your head into the kitchen.

“Zen?”

“Over here.”

Zen looked over at you, the familiar glare returning to his face.

Oh my gosh-

“-What the hell is your problem?”

Zen continued to stare at you, completely ignoring your question. The kitchen light above you flickered, and the low hum of the refrigerator filled the heavy silence.

“I don’t have to put up with this.”

As you turned away, a warm hand grabbed your wrist.

“Wait.”

Slowly, Zen pulled you back in front of him. He closed his eyes and sighed.

You looked down at the iron grip he had on your wrist, and then back up to his face.

Seriously? First he acts like some angsty teenager, giving me the silent treatment, and now I can’t even leave?

The burning in your chest overwhelmed you, rage bubbling up inside every inch of your body.

Okay, okay, I need to calm down. 

You looked down at your shoes, trying to remember what Seven told you before the party.

Seven placed both his hands on your shoulders. “Okay, MC, listen up. I’m about to give you some grade A wisdom!”

You sighed and tilted your head. “What is it this time?”

“If you ever feel too overwhelmed just count to ten!”

“…Huh?”

“You know… one, two, three-”

“I-I know how to count,” you playfully pushed him away, “but does that really work? I mean, is that what you do?”

“No, I just push away the people I love and dig myself into a hole of self-hatred.”

“Anddddd, why can’t I do that??”

“Because,” Seven patted the top of your head, “I care about you too much to let you do that.”

Zen let out a heavy sighed, bringing you back to reality. 

Counting to ten, huh? Alright… I’ll try your way first.

You let out a breath and looked back up at Zen. He opened his eyes, loosening the grip on your wrist.

One.

Zen moved closer to you, his eyes trained on your face.

Two.

Your back hit the counter, trapping you between the wall and him.

Three.

His cold eyes turned soft, and the smile you had grown to love appeared on his face once again.

Four.

You heart was beating so loud you could’ve sworn he heard it.

Five.

He let go of your wrist, slowly moving his hand up to your cheek.

Six.

The world around you stopped. Your stomach flipped, and you mentally cursed at your now flushed face.

Seven.

Zen’s eyes looked down at your lips, his hand slowly pulling your face toward him.

Eight.

You held your breath.

Nine.

He leaned in to close the gap.

Ten.

“S-Stop.”

Zen’s warm and ragged breath tickled your nose. Your eyes wandered up to look into his red ones, his faces only centimeters away.

Despite everything your heart was telling you, you pulled away. Your back hit the cold counter again and you winced, readjusting your stance. You leaned against the wall and stared at the white tile floor, avoiding the confused look Zen was giving you. He cleared his throat.

“I thought-”

“That was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.”

You bit your lip, failing to hold back the tears already streaming down your face. You looked up at Zen through blurry eyes. “You have a girlfriend… you didn’t choose me, you chose her.”

Your voice felt distant and unfamiliar. Slowly, you began losing control of your surroundings. The world-

No.

Your world came crashing down. In one short burst of courage, you pushed past him.

“Can’t I love both of you?”

Those words stopped you in your tracks.

I’m such an idiot.

Everything felt cold and numb. Without turning around, you spoke up.

“Are you really so selfish as to keep dragging me along like some kind of… kind of… cat toy?”

Despite the situation, you smiled.

Jumin would be ecstatic right now.

You felt a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m not selfish, I just don’t want you to end up with… anyone else.”

“That’s the definition of selfish!! And who the hell else would I-”

That’s when it clicked. That’s when everything clicked.

Zen’s glaring.

Seven’s kindness.

Your feelings.

You shrugged off Zen’s hand and opened the door to the living room.

“MC, please just… wait!”

But you were done waiting. You stormed out of the kitchen, Zen on your heels.

I finally understand now.

“There they are, we’ve been waiting! We’re gonna play charades.”

Jaehee smiled at you and Zen, oblivious to the fight that had just occurred in the kitchen.

“MC, pleaseeee be on my team!! I’ll be your best frienddddd!!!!”

Zen’s stare burned holes in the back of your head and you heard him audibly scoff.  Seven stood up and smiled at you, extending one hand toward you.

Seven…

In one big swoop, you grabbed his hand and pulled him toward you. You placed a hand on the back of his neck, connecting your lips with his.

It didn’t take long for him to react. He cupped your chin, deepening the kiss. When the two of you pulled apart, you were both out of breath.

You wiped your mouth, sending a cold glare Zen’s way. When you looked back at Seven he was as red as his hair.

“I-I thought you liked-“

You leaned your forehead against his.

“I like you, Seven. It just took one selfish prick,” you glanced back at Zen, “to help me figure that out.”

Seven gave you a goofy smile and-oh no…

“SevEN PUT ME DOWN!! D-Don’t spin me, I’M GONNA HURL!”

He laughed as he released you from his giant bear hug, plopping you back on the ground. You grabbed his arm for balance.

After you re-orientated yourself, you looked back at the shocked group.

“So… charades?”

  • *221B*
  • Sherlock: *sitting in his chair*
  • Rosamund: *sitting in his lap; frowning at a photo* What am I looking at, Uncle Sherlock?
  • Sherlock: *smiles* My baby *points* that's the head, see?
  • Rosamund: *fascinated* Wooow...all those squiggly lines are a person?
  • Sherlock: *chuckles* Yes.
  • Rosamund: Your person.
  • Sherlock: *nods* Yup. And your Aunt Molly's.
  • Rosamund: *giggles* It's funny.
  • Sherlock: Hmm?
  • Rosamund: *still laughing* Aunt Molly has a person in her. How did you put it there?
  • Sherlock: *snorts* Oh, no *lifts her and stands* I'm not having that conversation for another twenty five years.
  • Molly: *enters; grinning* Hello.
  • Rosamund: *happily* Aunt Molly! *runs over; hugs her, whispers* hello, little person.
  • Molly: *smiles* You told her, then?
  • Sherlock: *nods* Oh, yes *pats Rosie's head* you're going to be a godcousin, aren't you?
  • Rosamund: *excited* Uh-huh.
  • Molly: *giggles* Is that so?
  • Sherlock: *nudges Rosie* Pyjamas, young lady. I'll be in soon.
  • Rosamund: *sighs* Okay, Uncle Sherlock. Night Aunt, Molly. Night, little person *runs off*
  • Molly: *calls* Night, Rosie *hugs Sherlock* I'm glad she took it well.
  • Sherlock: *kisses the top of her head* Mmm *pauses* John has some questions to answer, though.
okay but

when rowan finally gets to aelin, and she’s probably locked inside the coffin without any hope of ever getting out, so completely battered and broken physically but content because she knows she did everything possible to give her people, her court, her family a chance, 
and then suddenly she hears some kind of inhuman roar through the iron box that muffles almost all noise, but somehow this sound is loud enough to still hurt her ears even through the box,
and screeching as someone physically rips open the box, and she can smell copious amounts of blood in the air and the entire cadre is there, summoned by Rowan for the break in a day earlier and using all of their strength to save the queen they want to serve from the one they deplore,
and they shakily lift her out of the coffin but she can’t even be grateful because Rowan’s not  t h e r e, and if he’s not with them he must be hurt and oh  g o d s what if he’s dead, and she’s starting to lose it because she can handle whippings and beatings and torture but she can’t handle her mate being gone, not having been able to save him–
and then there’s a shriek nearby and suddenly he’s there, her mate is there, in the same room as her, cut and bruised and limping but alive, and with him is Maeve, but something is different and–oh gods, her neck is broken, her mate killed the woman who has starred in every one of her nightmares for the last year, the ones that didn’t end when she woke up, when the pain from the bone deep injuries pulled her out of brief unconsciousness, her magic unable to heal so many extensive injuries, and not in an iron box, iron shavings sprinkled onto her tattered skin after her session every day before she could be returned to the coffin, Maeve is DEAD she’s finally gone, and aelin lets out the smallest sound of relief,
and then rowan is next to her, snatching her out of his brothers’ arms quickly, but so carefully, tears building up in his eyes at the sight of her in so much pain, shaking with rage at quite how much blood and muscle is visible,
and her mouth starts to move, and she wants to apologize for not telling him about the mating bond and for sacrificing herself and not telling him, but he can see it in her face and cocks his head in the way she knows means don’t you dare apologize, Fireheart and gods she has missed this effortless communication, and Rowan, everything about Rowan, her husband and consort and mate,
and they’re both grasping each other tightly to assure that they’re real, because Rowan has seen his mate’s face day in and day out in battle strategy discussions next to Aedion and in the nightmares that never seem to end, and Aelin never thought this suffering would end but he’s here, he came for her even though they both knew he shouldn’t have, and she can’t stop looking at him, at that face she loves, and then he turns to face her directly and for a moment she thinks she’s seeing double–but no, there’s that scar above his left eyebrow, so the only thing that makes sense is–
“You got a new tattoo.” her voice is quiet and hoarse, but still so unequivocally Aelin, and he wants to both laugh and sob into her because of course, of course that’s the first thing she notices, the first thing she says to him, the first thing his mate says to him after being apart for a year, so he nods and clears his throat,
“I–our story needed to be represented there too. I mentioned the idea to Fenrys the morning you–the morning after our ceremony. And then you were gone, and…” his throat felt swollen shut, but he continued speaking. “and then it seemed only right that you had a place next to Lyria’s, even though I hadn’t learned my lesson and…” he trails off, but she can read the “failed you, failed you both but here again Maeve went right by me and I failed you
“Buzzard,” she says, and she could tell him all the same with her eyes and her face but after so long of nothing escaping her mouth but screams, it feels so good to talk, “I can’t have you taking credit for my abduction when we both know I’m simply too clever of a mastermind for you to have realized what was happening. And you’re here now, and that…I could never have asked it of anyone. You came.”
“Of course I came,” he can’t stop looking at her, hands still wrapped gingerly around her emaciated frame, and if he hadn’t already rutting killed Maeve and Carn he would lose it right now at feeling her ribs poking at skin where there used to be layers of muscle. “I’m not just anyone.” his voice cracks, and he so so hates displays of emotion and mushiness but he needs her to hear it, to know. “I love you, Fireheart. You’re going to have to get used to the idea that I’m never going to let you go if we’re going to be mated for the rest of both of our fae lifespans.”
and she’s laughing and crying, because of course she is, and this arrogant, territorial male is hers for all of that time, and she wants to ask after Aedion and Lysandra and Elide and Dorian and Chaol and Nesryn and the thirteen, but she knows he wouldn’t leave them defenseless for anything, and her mate is here and he knows he’s her mate and gods is she so glad to have the ridiculous buzzard in her life.
He gets her out of the dungeon, out of the palace and she can feel him tense when they get into the sunlight and the iron in her wounds is visible, and he starts to growl but restrains himself when the sound makes her cower the tiniest bit, and he presses his lips to her temple but she can feel the wind delicately removing the tiny metal bits from her back, and her magic slowly, slowly starts to knit the skin back together, cell by cell, and then she’s in a featherbed sleeping finally because she knows there’s no way in hell he will take his eyes off of her for the next century, and a few hours later she opens her eyes because something thumps onto the deck of the ship, and she startles and clenches her fists because they must have found her, but then her door is thrown open and Lysandra is there, running to her with tremendous sobs, and she can smell the cadre in the hallway, and Chaol runs in too, but they’re both thrown out of the way by a volatile Aedion, and she knows something must be wrong because Dorian and Manon and Elide aren’t there, oh gods not Dorian, and she knows well enough that war comes with sacrifices, but it was supposed to be her, not her book loving best friend, and of her a moment they’re all crying together before Lysandra pulls a sealed envelope from her pocket, addressed to her in that regal script, and she bursts out laughing because of course he left her a note, of course he’s going to tell her he chose this, it’s so very Dorian, 
and she spends days like this, crying and laughing and healing and trying not to flinch at every noise and voice, wrapped in Rowan’s arms and catching up on hundreds of hours of sleep deprivation, until one morning he’s shaking her and she groans in opposition, but he pulls her to her feet and helps her to the deck, and her breath catches because she can smell it already–pine and snow and love and happiness and oh gods, they’re finally–
“Home,” Rowan breathes in her ear. “We’re home, Fireheart.”