This is one of my faaaavorite salads to make. It has so much good flavor and I always feel so satisfied after I eat it. But I’ll let you be the judge. 😉
Southwest Rainbow Salad
4-6 romaine leaves, chopped
¼ cup shredded red cabbage
½ orange bell pepper, chopped
½ cup black beans, canned or fresh
6-8 cherry tomatoes, halved
½ cup baked tofu (recipe follows)
¼ avocado, diced
Few sprigs of cilantro, chopped
Southwest sauce (recipe follows)
Combine all ingredients in a medium sized bowl and toss with southwest sauce.
½ block extra firm tofu, drained and cubed
1 tbsp. gluten free low sodium tamari
Preheat oven to 375 degrees Fahrenheit. Lightly grease a baking sheet with cooking spray or use a non-stick baking pan. Toss the cubed tofu with the tamari then place marinated tofu on baking sheet and bake for 45, flipping tofu once halfway. Remove from oven and allow tofu to cool.
3 tbsp. veganaise or vegan mayo
2 tsp. lemon juice
2 tsp. chipotle powder or adobo sauce
½ tsp. rice vinegar
½ tsp. smoked paprika
½ tsp. garlic powder
¼ tsp. salt
Combine all the ingredients and mix until smooth. Any leftover sauce can be kept in refrigerator for up to a week in an airtight container.
summary: you’re a world-famous pop star which everyone learned to either love or hate. when a video of you making out with 5 seconds of summer’s bassist leaks, your management decides to make it seem like you’re dating calum.
word count: 1,957
warnings: mentions of drugs and stuff
author’s note: oops i totally had writers block for like six months uhhh (also how do u make proper endings?? i am clueless)(ya girl also didn’t proofread so if i have any mistake i’m sorry but i’m probably too lazy to correct it)
“You’re angry.” Calum stated once the both of you re-enter his car. His voice wasn’t careful, like he didn’t care about the 7 photographers that just swarmed the both of you all the way to his car. At most times, when you look at Calum Hood through a screen, you’ll see a shy and timid boy; that’s why you never expected him to act like a total asshole towards you. You’ve never really met the guy but you did like his music, though you weren’t as vocal about it. “You’re really angry.” His obnoxious tone showed that he cared no more than a speck of dust, but it bothered you to the bone.
You didn’t make a sound as he said those sentences, but you only looked at him with a blank expression on your face before looking out the car window. You felt relieved when he started the engine, indicating that this stunt would be over with, at least for the day.
“You know,” Calum started, his eyes still trained at the road as his left hand pressed a button to let the window on the driver’s side down. “It might be a little unprofessional to call my co-workers cute,” His left hand replaced the right one that was resting on the steering wheel as it opened the glove compartment to grab onto a box of smokes. “But you’re pretty cute when you’re angry.” Calum’s compliment, rather than making you blush, just made the blood in your veins boil a little faster.
For dinner I had this huge bowl of tahini sobs noodles packed with tons of veggies. So filling and nourishing!
To make the soba noodles:
Boil some water in a pot and cook soba noodles according to package instructions. In a separate pan/wok, stir fry your favourite veggies (I used mushrooms, cabbage, bean sprouts and carrots) with some minced garlic. Add some ginger powder/fresh ginger, along with onion powder. When the noodles are cooked, drain and rinse them with cold water to prevent them from sticking. Toss the noodles in the veggie mix and add some fresh spinach. Allow it to cook on low heat so that any excess water can evaporate. While that is cooking, make the sauce by stirring together 2 tbsp of tahini, 1 tbsp soy sauce and some paprika. You can add a bit of sweetener too, but I didn’t think the sauce needed it. Pour the sauce over your noodles, toss well, and serve! I topped mine with some sesame seeds for added crunch.
* The sauce is enough for 2-3 servings, so I made a big batch of noodles to refrigerate and have over the next couple of days. This recipe works well as a warm dinner and also as a cold lunch salad!
They’re on a power play, the Steelers taking stupid penalties, and Eric’s always on at them to take advantage, to play harder. Aaron’s exhausted, but Eric puts him on the ice anyway. Robert’s the best they have on the power play, and Aaron’s his winger.
Aaron loves hockey, but sometimes he wishes he and Robert didn’t have the chemistry they do on the ice.
They’re skating hard, right to the blue line, Aaron behind because he’s always playing catch up. They’re close to time, have to be, but they’re mid-play and Aaron sees what’s going to happen too late to do anything about it.
Robert has his eye on the goal, because it’s Aaron’s job to receive the puck and shoot, something they’ve done time and again and utilised to their advantage. Robert plays his part, slides the puck back right to Aaron’s stick, but before Aaron can shoot, Ross Barton plows into Robert.
Request: Could you
write one where TFW takes a day off and goes to the pool meanwhile dean and the
reader sneak off to the motel room and make out until Sam and Cas walk in and
catch them? Thanks:)
Word Count: 1,086
You’re flopped dramatically across the foot of one of the
beds, your head dangling from one side and your toes just barely brushing the
ground on the other. Your arms are spread-eagle, but the stupid position is for
a good cause – trying to cool down in a motel room without air con, when the hottest
day of the year is reaching its peak.
Just as your mouth opens to release another complaint about
the inhumane heat, the motel room door swings a little further open – you’d
left it ajar in the hopes of letting the air circulate, but all it’s doing is
pulling the warmth of the day into your shaded sanctuary. You look over to see
both brothers coming through the door, immediately taking note of your position
but quickly recognising that you’re very much alive, just not willing to move.
“We brought ice-cream. Better get it eaten quick, though,
unless you want to drink a puddle.” Dean tosses a box at you, and it lands
smack-bang on your stomach, quickly sending icy chills through the thin fabric
of your shirt. You sit up, tearing your way into the box like a rabid animal to
get to the sweet coolness inside.
“I love you,” You tell him, once a red ice-lolly is stuffed
into your mouth, numbing your lips and dripping sweet cherry juice onto your
tongue. Dean drops onto the bed beside you, taking the box and digging through
it to find a flavour he likes – even he has abandoned his layering ways in
favour of a cooler t-shirt today, though he still insisted on jeans, citing his
creed on avoiding shorts at all costs.
“Mm-hm, when I’m feeding you.” He grins, pulling out a cola
flavoured one and then passing the box to Sam, who quickly selects a cloudy
white lemonade flavoured lolly and sets the box in the beer cooler, which is
the closest thing to a freezer you’ve managed to find.
You sit in silence for a little while, letting the ice-cool
treats bring your temperature down, if only for a little while – hunting isn’t
good in the heat. Even the monsters don’t like the warm, and so you declared
the day an official vacation – neither brother protested. In fact, all three of
you sent an invitation to Cas, though he hasn’t deigned to show his face just
“Hey, Dean?” Sam speaks up from the table at the other side
of the room, where he’s reading through a leaflet for the motel that was there
when you arrived, and hasn’t even been picked up yet, “Did you know this place
had a pool?”
“What?!” You immediately jump at the chance, though your
boyfriend doesn’t look quite so enthusiastic, “Why did no-one tell me about
this? We’re going.”
You lick the last of the red juice from your lips and toss
the stick in the trash, already pulling your bag towards you to search for a
long-neglected swimming costume, “C’mon, it’ll be fun!”
“What will be fun?”
The voice would surprise you if you weren’t so used to its
sudden appearance. Instead, you retract your hands from the bag and flash Cas
your most winning smile.
“The pool! Cas, have you ever been swimming before?”
He pauses, considering it, “Never for pleasure. But Jimmy
Novak did, I’ve seen some of his memories.” He eventually remembers, which only
makes you more excited.
“Not the same. C’mon, guys, it’ll be fun. And we can’t
deprive our best friend here of an experience like this, can we?”
The brothers share a look – one which means that they
clearly know they’re beaten – then nod in acquiescence.
The pool is so cold it’s almost uncomfortable – a welcome
respite from the heat of the midday sun – and slightly grubby, but you’re the
first to dive in. You spend a while splashing around and diving beneath the
surface but eventually pause by the edge, watching Sam and Cas throwing a ball
back and forth.
“Nice view?” Dean’s voice comes from behind you, and an arm
wraps around your waist. You smirk, turning to him slowly and giving him a
“Not going to complain.” You reply evenly, resting your
hands on his shoulders, “Why? Jealous?”
“Of course not. If that’s my competition, I have nothing to
worry about.” He grins, inching his face a little closer to yours, “Y’know, I
guess they’ll be out here for a while. And it’s been a long time since we’ve
managed to sneak a few minutes alone.”
“I like the way you think, Dean Winchester.”
The heat outside is nothing
compared to the heat inside as his hands trace the curve of your hips; your
waist, pulling you closer as his lips attack yours again and again, an
unrelenting foe that you’re all too happy to submit to. He’s right – it’s been
far too long since you’ve been able to slip away and spend some time together –
even like this, fully-clothed (as much as you can be, still in damp swimming
costumes) and far enough apart that no-one would be too scandalised by the sight of you.
Nonetheless, he doesn’t give in, giving and taking in equal,
but extraordinary measures. He’s like nothing you’ve ever known before – every time,
you’re shocked by how he sets every nerve in your body alight anew and turns
your muscles to jelly. Nothing around you exists, nothing needs to exist, other
than him and you – that is, until he pulls back.
You whine, protesting the loss, but quickly realise that he’s
looking sharply in another direction, his eyes no longer on you. You follow his
gaze, your face burning when you realise that Sam and Cas are stood in the
doorway, wearing identical expressions of surprise.
“Sorry. I didn’t realise we were interrupting something.”
“You aren’t, don’t wo-“
“Just a little.” You and Dean speak at the same time, but
you carefully move off of Dean nonetheless and stretch your legs out on the
“Sorry. God loves a trier.” You grin sheepishly, manging to
get a laugh from both brothers. Sam nods slowly, before tugging Cas’ arm.
“I just… we’re gonna go… I think I’m gonna teach Cas about
the wonders of inflatable rings. You guys be safe.”
And with that he’s gone, closing the door behind them a
little harder than necessary. Dean rolls his eyes, then pulls you back towards
him, winking mischievously.
“Now that’s done with…” He smirks, shamelessly looking you
up and down, “Where were we?”
A/N: sorry for leaving y’all hanging for a bit, i’ve been wayyy busy. The ending’s kinda awkward and cliffhanger-y even though there’ll be no continuation. It’s also kinda short bc ya girl is bad at writing pussy eating
Warnings: Lots of profanity; Racism (but nothing too descriptive and no slurs)
Author’s Note: I was listening to early 2000s hits and “Candyman” by Christina Aguilera came on, so this happened. I also recently watched “A Bronx Tale”, even though that’s more 60s, but I digress. Greaser!S. Coups gives me all the feels.
“Ayo, Coups! You mind spottin’ me?,” Mingyu asked, gesturing towards an apple on the produce vendor’s cart. “I ain’t spottin’ shit; I lent you money last week.” “Fine,” the younger male snickered, plucking the bright red treat and taking a bite out of it before his superior could tell him to put it back.
“You better pay for that, you little thief!,” the elderly owner exclaimed. “Cool it, Mr. Jung. We don’t want no trouble,” S. Coups said, clearly amused at the thought of this old man threatening his able-bodied friend. Taking a coin out of his pocket, he flicked it in the air, making it an easy catch for the gray haired shop keep.
“You’re alright, Choi. Those other ones you hang out with? Not so much.” “Eh, what can ‘ya do?,” the black haired boy shrugged with a sly grin before running off to join his friends down the street. “Have a nice day, Mr. Jung!”
“Have a nice day, Mr. Jung!,” Mingyu mocked as S. Coups caught up. “We don’t want no trouble, Mr. Jung!,” Vernon chimed in with the same tone. “Shut the fuck up, Dipshits!,” S. Coups laughed.
“You should thank him for covering for you. Being a jackass doesn’t get you anywhere or anything,” Wonwoo informed the two younger boys. “It got me this apple,” Mingyu countered, taking a bite for emphasis. “And it almost got you a cap in the ass. I swear Mr. Jung is packin’,” S. Coups said with a nudge to the boy’s side.
“Wonwoo with his books and you with your manners think you’re so fucking great, huh?” “Well, I can’t speak for Wonwoo, but my manners are what got me a game of backseat bingo with Hyojin last weekend while you were at home twiddlin’ your dick,” the eldest smirked, causing everyone else to laugh.
More playfully careless banter was exchanged between the four friends as they approached the bus stop. “Alright, now if they say anything to you, don’t respond,” S. Coups ordered, upon seeing a few white kids waiting there. “I ain’t no candyass, Coups,” Vernon muttered. “Don’t say another fucking thing. You almost got us killed last time.”
The four boarded the bus in silence, ignoring the few white kids that made snide comments or spat slurs. “They’ve run out of original material. Ain’t that a bite,” Wonwoo said under his breath.
“The fuck did you just say?,” one blonde haired boy asked. “You heard me.” Before the blonde boy could answer, the bus door opened again and a girl with brown skin and curly hair walked on, clutching a few grocery bags to her chest. By the time she made it halfway to the back, the four Asian boys had become old news. Even more people shouted at her while making obscene hand gestures, but she simply kept her eyes on the back window.
S. Coups’ eyes followed her from the moment she stepped on until the moment she sat down at the back of the bus. He scanned over her features before moving down her body, only to be interrupted by a pluck on the head snapping him out of his trance.
“What are you looking at?,” Vernon asked. “Huh? Oh, nothing,” S. Coups replied, pulling a lollipop out of his pocket and unwrapping it. “You were lookin’ at that black chick, weren’t you?,” Mingyu said, already knowing the answer. “Maybe so,” he shrugged, popping the candy into his mouth.
“You’re keen on a black girl?,” Wonwoo asked. “My god, guys, she’s black not a fuckin’ leper. And yeah, I mean…She’s beautiful. And you guys saw how well she handled that racist bullshit. She’s classy.” “The fuck do you know about class?,” Mingyu laughed. “More than you since I actually go to mine. Like I was saying, she’s-” “Black. She’s black, Coups,” Vernon interjected. “You don’t like it when people judge the way you look, do you?” “I’m not judging her, I’m just saying you’re asking for trouble. Mrs. Choi would just about drop dead.” “Yeah, well you said that when I got my piercings and tattoos, but her heart’s still beatin’ ain’t it?”
The bus came to a sharp stop and their topic of discussion arose from her seat and walked towards the front of the bus to leave. She made swift eye contact with S. Coups, and he swore on his great grandfather’s grave that she smiled at him. He got up as she passed him and turned to look at his friends, giving them a salute and sideways smile. “You’re joking,” Mingyu deadpanned. “Nah, I’ll leave the jokes to you Bozos,” the oldest responded with a laugh before leaving the group. He gave them a small wave as they rode by him and tossed the stick from his candy on the ground.
He turned around to find the girl struggling with one of her bags. Rushing to her side, he used his hand to support the bottom of it, startling her a bit. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. It just looked like you needed some help,” he smiled. “…Thanks,” she hesitantly replied. “I can carry one if you want. They look kind of heavy.” “Thank you kindly, but I can handle it,” she said defiantly. Taking another step forward, she tripped over a rock, causing an apple to fall from one of her bags. S. Coups caught it and placed it back on top. “You can handle it, huh?” he chuckled.
She stopped in her tracks and looked at him almost incredulously. “Why are you being nice to me?” “Why wouldn’t I be?” She simply rolled her eyes with a scoff. “Look, I know what you’re thinking, and I’m not like that.” She searched his face for any sign of deception or dishonesty and couldn’t seem to find one, so she reluctantly allowed him to help her.
“You got a name?,” he asked, walking beside her. “_____.” “_____; that’s pretty. I like it,” he smiled at the way her name rolled off his tongue. “What’s yours?,” she asked in response. “Coups. S. Coups.” “What kind of name is that?,” she giggled. “It’s my kind of name. What, you don’t like it?” She shook her head, laughing at his mockingly offended expression. “Well, my real name’s Seungcheol, but let’s keep that between us. Only you can call me that.” “Well, don’t I feel special.” “You should,” he chuckled.
“Hey, we’ve been walking for a bit. Not that I mind the extra time with you, but why’d you get off the bus so far from your block?” “Bus doesn’t ride through black neighborhoods. I ‘spose you ain’t too keen on walking through one, neither?” “I’m keen on you, so I’d follow you anywhere,” he smirked. “You ‘bout as slick as that grease you slather your hair in,” she laughed.
About a block later, she stopped again. “Well, there’s my place right on that corner.” “You don’t want me to walk you to your door, do you?” She paused for a moment before answering, “My mama would kill me if you strolled up to the door.” “I can’t even be upset, since mine would do the same if she saw you. It’s because I’m Korean, right?” “No, she’d say you look like a hoodlum,” she began, gesturing towards his outfit. “But yours would say the same about me, so I guess we’re even.” “So, what if I wanna see you again?” “Like when?” “Like all the time, but we can start with tonight,” he replied with a crooked smile. She bit her lip in thought and S. Coups took note of how pretty her lips were. “My mama’s usually in bed by the time the street lights come on” “Great, I’ll pick you up at eight thirty.”
_____ sat on her bed, waiting and thinking about all the things that could go wrong. But just as the list got too long, she remembered that smile of his. Glancing at the clock, she saw that it was eight twenty-five. She hopped up from her bed and took a look in the mirror, fluffing her hair and applying a coat of lip balm. Then she quietly made her way downstairs and out the door.
S. Coups popped another lollipop out of his mouth to greet her. “You made it!,” he smiled. “What, did you think I would punk out?” “I don’t know, but from what you told me, your mama’s kind of intimidating. A real ‘no bs’ kinda gal.” “Well, she is, but she worked a double yesterday, so she’s knocked out. I wouldn’t chance anything by staying out too late, though.” “Don’t worry. I’ll have you home well before she wakes up for her next shift. Quick question…You afraid of motorcycles?”
“Careful, Sweetheart. You hold me any tighter and I just might propose,” S. Coups laughed. “I wouldn’t be holding you so tight if you weren’t driving like a bat out of hell,” _____ replied, voice cracking when they hit a speed bump. “Sorry ‘bout that. I hope your eyes are open, though, since you’re supposed to be giving me directions.” “Oh, right…,” she muttered, opening her eyes to take a look around. “Make a left at the next light.”
After a few more minutes, the vehicle came to a stop in a dimly lit neighborhood. S. Coups got off the bike, locking it into place before offering a hand to his date. Normally, she would have declined, but she was still a bit dizzy, so she accepted the gesture. “Where are we?,” he asked. “You’ll see,” she smiled, tugging him down a small hill to a slightly worn down building.
She knocked on the door and waited a few seconds before someone opened an eye level slot. “Password?,” questioned the pair of dark brown eyes. “SlimJim,” she answered confidently. The door opened to reveal a black boy around their age. He smiled at her but gave S. Coups a strange look as she pulled him through the room and down a flight of stairs to what he figured was the basement. The room was packed with black kids, all dancing and having a good time, the jukebox blasting the latest tunes. A few came to greet _____, and he got a couple stares every now and then, but overall, nobody paid him much attention.
Unwrapping a lollipop, he watched in amusement as _____ got pulled to the middle of the dance floor by two of her friends. She was one hell of a dancer, and quite the social butterfly; he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. She made everyone around her smile…even him.
“You aren’t gonna stand here all night are you?,” she asked, jogging back over to him during a song change. “I’m not much of a dancer,” he replied, shifting the candy to one side of his mouth as he leaned against a table. “That doesn’t matter to me. I brought you here to have fun.” “I don’t know…,” he trailed off, contemplating whether or not he wanted to embarrass himself. “C’mon, Candy Man. It’s just one dance,” she teased, gently tugging on the front of his shirt. “One dance?” “That’s all I want. Besides, I’m sure that’s all you could handle,” she smirked. “Oh, really?,” he asked, one eyebrow raised. Crossing her arms, she replied, “Mhm.” Without breaking eye contact, he slid his leather jacket off and placed it over a chair. Taking a few steps back, she beckoned to him with her finger, that same playful smirk still gracing her features.
“So, I was that bad, huh?,” he asked as they walked back up the hill. “What? No, of course not. Why would you think that?” “Your friends were laughing. They thought I was a total spaz, didn’t they?” “…Well, yeah, but they thought you were a cute spaz,” she giggled. “I’ll take it.”
Noticing a slight chill shake her shoulders, he wordlessly took off his jacket and draped it over them. She simply smiled, knowing it was pointless to try to convince him that she didn’t need it. “Thanks.” “Don’t mention it,” he replied, nonchalantly sticking another lollipop into his mouth. “I swear you always got one of them suckers hangin’ from your mouth.” “Better than a cig. I quit a while back” he shrugged. “Can’t argue with that. My friend told me kissing a boy who smokes is like kissing an ash tray,” she said, slightly leaning on his bike. “Oh, really?,” he asked with a raised eyebrow as he stepped closer to her. “Mhm,” she mused, gently pulling the lollipop out of his mouth. After looking into her eyes for a moment, he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, tilting his head a little to deepen the kiss.
“What did that taste like?,” he asked as he pulled away. “…Candy,” she smiled. “What did it taste like to you?” “Heaven,” he smirked, causing her to laugh and playfully roll her eyes. “These things must be the reason you do all that sweet talkin’,” she said, holding it out to him. He plucked it from her fingers and responded, “Maybe so,” before popping it back into his mouth.
Realizing that it was getting really late, S. Coups decided to take _____ home. After a short ride back, he insisted on dropping her off at her door since everyone was asleep, anyway.
She took off the jacket and went to hand it to him, but he just raised his hand to stop her. “Give it back to me on our second date.” “And what makes you think you’re getting a second date?” “That kiss,” he said, biting his bottom lip as he watched a blush tint her cheeks.
“Well, you have until then to practice your dance moves,” she quickly recovered. “Will do. Next weekend; you and me on that dance floor.” “Will I see you again before that?” “I’ll be around. Why, would you miss me?,” he teased. “No,” she scoffed, folding her arms. “Well, that’s a shame, ‘cuz I’d miss you,” his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer as he spoke. “Sweet as candy; slick as grease,” she chuckled, shaking her head. “Yeah, but you like it,” he smirked, leaning in again. “Maybe so,” she quipped, giving him a light peck on the lips. He released her and said, “I should probably get out of here before the parentals notice I’m still out. Goodnight, Sweetheart.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out yet another lollipop and held it out to her. With a grin and a light laugh, she accepted it. “Goodnight, Candy Man.”
“So, nothing happened?,” Wonwwo asked. “Nothing,” S. coups answered, tossing a white stick on the ground. “Look at that shit-eatin’ grin! He’s fuckin’ lying!,” Mingyu laughed.
The four boys stopped at the produce cart again the next day. No matter how much poking and prodding his three friends did, they couldn’t get S. Coups to describe his night with his new love interest.
“Aye, Mr. Jung! Can I get one of them roses over there, please?,” he asked the owner. “Sure can. For a special lady, I assume?” The young boy simply winked and tossed a coin to the elderly man. “Thanks, Mr. Jung,” he said before continuing to walk towards the bus stop.
“’Nothing happened’ my ass! Tell us what went down!,” Vernon snickered, pushing his friend’s arm.
“It’s none of your fuckin’ business,” S. Coups chuckled, pulling another piece of candy from his pocket.
A/N: Hello everyone! As promised, here is the full ‘Dangerous Woman’ smut for all of you! This is part 1 of the trilogy so look forward to more after this! Part 2 and 3 will not be related to this particular smut so every fic will be based on a different scenario! Hope y’all would enjoy this little baby of mine x
Pairing(s): Luhan x Reader
Warnings: Call-girl industry references, blowjobs, sex in general
Genre: Smutty smut ;)
Summary: In which drug lord! and successful CEO! Luhan goes to a particular call-girl to get his needs fulfilled.
Word Count: 6103
Soundtrack: Dangerous Woman // Ariana Grande
I wanna savour, save it for later
The taste, the flavour
As the CEO of Lu
Corporations, the largest upscale drug company in Korea and China, Luhan is
viewed as the typical, arrogant and loaded young businessman whom everyone
assumes him to be. It’s not exactly untrue; the twenty-six-year-old drug lord
basically sits on stacks and stacks of dollar bills in his Lamborghini all day
long, admiring his flawless reflection in the rear-view mirror and aimlessly
thinking of methods to earn even more money.
Disgustingly handsome and
reeking of wealth and power, Luhan walks the world with unbreakable confidence,
never seen in public without his perfectly tailored suit and his jet-black hair
gelled back with a vengeance. Women clamour to be by his side, dying to look
good on his arm. Yet, for some strange and unknown reason, the young drug lord
chooses to remain single despite the endless stream of females queuing up to be
Nevertheless, the world
views him as one of the luckiest and most successful bachelors out there.
Wealth, glory, power, devastatingly good looks, a smooth-running business, a
diversity of women to date. What’s there for him to complain about?
Well, there is a
teensy little problem for him.
With all the workload and
the useless business meetings he has to attend, he barely has enough time for himself
and although he might be one of the most successful young men in the country,
he’s still…well, a man. And men have their needs that need to be fulfilled,
no prompt, just something to post. sorry that it’s short.
I stumbled in the bathroom, trying to control my breathing as I looked down at the blue and white stick on the counter. Pregnant. How could I tell Pete? He had just won his first WWE titles, I couldn’t ask to just ‘oh yeah I know you just got your dream but I’m pregnant so you need to drop it.’ It wasn’t right. I tossed the stick into the trash when I heard the hotel door open, signaling that Pete was here. Now or never, I guess.
“Hey, Y/N, remember how we were talking about kids?” Shit… I nodded my head, not wanting to speak or look at Pete directly. “Well I’ve been thinking. You know, maybe before we do all that-”
“Pete, I’m pregnant.” I whispered, cutting him off. The hotel room went silent, neither one of us talking. I kept my gaze on the odd carpet pattern of the floor while I could see Pete looking at me from the corner of my eye.
"What?” I let out a breath, looking at Pete in the face. His eyes were big, they seemed scared, maybe a bit sad. “Well, hell. There goes my plan.”
"What was your plan, Pete?” I arched an eyebrow at him. Pete tried to talk but only the beginning of his words came out as he motioned his hands. Any other time, I would be laughing, but I wasn’t sure if either one of us would be after tonight.
"I was going to say that, maybe, before we try for kids, we do this.” Pete leaned back on one hand, using the other the pull out a small box from his pocket. “I was gonna say let’s go ahead and get married, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to put any pregnant woman under the stress of a wedding.”
I laughed a bit and shook my head at Pete. He smiled and wrapped his arms around me, tugging both of us down as he fell back onto the bed.
"I know it’s not all cutesy and romantic like most guys do when they properly to their girlfriends, but I don’t think I can top a pregnancy announcement.” I laughed again and kissed Pete lightly, trying to get him to stop rambling. “I could try.”
"Go on then, Peter. Let’s see what you’ve got.” I tossed a leg over his and set my chin on his shoulder, looking up at him.
"Well, Y/N, if you would walk over there,” Pete pointed to the glass door on the balcony. “I would’ve given you this long-arse speech about how amazing you are. Maybe throw in something about you being a fuckin’ psycho, but hey, I love you none the less.” I giggled and hit Pete’s arm lightly as we got up and walked out onto the balcony. “Make some cheesy comment about how beautiful the city is, but the view is better looking at you. Add in the fact that you’re literally the only girl I’ve ever chased after.”
I looked down at my feet and blushed. Who knew some random girl could tame Pete Dunne?
"Then have you look at that because it’s the closest thing to romantic that I could come up with.” I looked out to where Pete was pointing. Mark Andrews, Trent Seven, & Tyler Bates were all outside, a small distance from the hotel, scrambling around in what looked to be cords. Pete whistled down at them and their heads snapped up before Trent dove for something on the ground, smacking it. A single light appeared near the ground, confusion spreading across all of their faces. “Shit.” Trent rapidly pressed something in his hand before a glow lit up the area surrounding them.
"Y/N Y/L/N,” Pete took my hand and got down on one knee. “I know this is extremely cheesy and kind of sucky because I’m not the romantic type, but um…” Pete motioned to the light outside the hotel. ‘Will You Marry Me?’ was written in light bulbs, the three men standing proudly, looking up at Pete and I.
"You’re an idiot if you think I’m going to say no.” Pete smiled a bit, opening the little black box.
"So that’s a-” “Hell yes.” I heard Trent, Tyler, and Mark cheering as Pete lifted me up. I looked down and saw Trent tackling Tyler and Mark shouting at random pedestrians while pointing at us. I rolled my eyes and kissed Pete, then sat my head on his shoulder and stared at the ring.
"Now, what’s the plan for this kid?” Pete laughed, looking down at me.
It was raining and the roads were slick. You saw the car coming around that curve way to fast the screeching tires was deafening. The figure walking ahead of you seemed startled by the sound but did not move when the car over corrected came straight at them. Instincts kicked in and you took a running leap at the figure knocking you both out into muddy lawn of some random house. The car that jumped the curb and squealed right over the spot the figure and been standing. You looked down and saw the face of a what you imagined to belong to an angel. His eyes were wide and pupils were blown in shock. You stuttered out an apology completely unsure what to say the poor person you were still laying on top of. He blushed as he motioned as if to ask you could maybe get up? You apologized profusely and struggled to get up blushing furiously as he watched then smoothly stood up brushing mud off of his pants. He gave you a smile that should of stopped the rain that was still pouring down. People who had seen what happened finally came out of their shock and came running up asking if you were both okay. You try to slip away still mortified by all of the attention you were getting but he grabbed your hand right as almost slipped out of the crowd.
“Please. Please don’t leave without giving me your name. You saved my life and I need to repay that.”
You never considered yourself brave. You really didn’t want to be a hero (despite what your childhood day dreams say). Honestly all you had in your mind right at that moment was a glass of beer and reruns of M.A.S.H. Your boss is as asshat and coerced you into working 4 hours of over time. On a Friday night! You finally finished those horrible reports and it was well past dark. Normally your walk home was full of sunshine and many other people either on their way home or running errands. But it was late and it seemed to be only you and one other individual a good ways ahead of you. So far ahead of you that when they turned the corner you were still a half a block away. When you finally reached the same corner the individual was no where in sight but you could hear… grunting and sounds of flesh being stuck. Your mind instantly comes to the conclusion you were hearing a mugging. You quickly move to an alley where you can see two other people fighting with the figure ahead of you. You look around hoping to find a spontaneous cop or even a shopkeeper. Anything or anyone that could help. Your phone, that seems to be permanently attached to your hand, is open and you were just typing in the emergency number when you heard a pained yell and one of the individuals fell to the ground and the other two moved in closer. You mentally debate with rash self and your logical self. The rash self won. You stuffed your phone in your pocket and ran with a loud cry towards the two people standing over the fallen one. The plan was not smart. Your plan was not thought out. But… your plan worked. Both of the standing figures jerked around giving the figure on the ground an opportunity to grab a piece of wood and standing up brandishing it. You also picked up what looks to be a chair leg and swing it around all the while yelling at the top of your lungs. It is unknown if it was the fact they were now on the defense or if it was an insane person yelling and swinging around a giant piece of wood that caused them to scatter like the wind. Regardless they ran away. The victim was leaning against the wall of a building breathing heavily and you dropped the chair leg to the ground embarrassed. Suddenly loud sirens and bright lights surrounded them. Confused you see police officers come running up asking if you were okay. Evidently you accidentally pushed the send button when you stuffed your phone in your pocket and the poor emergency dispatch lady heard you screaming at the top of your lungs. They used the GPS on your phone to send out a cop car to help. You were so embarrassed that this how the police showed up but hey you helped the gorgeous man who was staring at you with a small smirk on his face. For someone who was almost mugged he looked awfully… at ease. It came your turn to give a statement and as you walked past the man he gave you a gummy smile and grabbed your hand and wrote a number on it.
“Call me, I think buying you dinner would be a good start to show my appreciation for what you did…”
There is a snake right by the guy you were ogling at. In your defense you were checking him out BEFORE this random snake decided the spot sitting next to Mr. Sunshine Smile looked comfy. You swallowed hard and carefully and stood up from your picnic blanket and walked carefully in a wide circle around him and the snake. You kept your movements slow and careful until you are standing directly in front of him but far enough the snake wouldn’t be startled. He looks up at you and blinks sleepily. He must of been napping. He opens his mouth most likely to ask you what the fuck you were doing being all creeper like. But you wave your hands around to be quiet. You tell him to not make any sudden movements or sounds. You slowly reach down and grab a long sturdy stick walk slowly to him. His eyes widen at the sight of the stick and you can see his muscles tense to get up and run before you sternly tell him to not move again. You tell calmly tell him there is a snake by his right hand and to slowly turn his head and look. He does as you bid and absolutely froze when he spotted the snake that was coiled and seemed to be staring right at him. You could tell Mr. Sunshine Smile was close to the edge of freaking out. You tell him to breath and look right at you. Stop looking down and just look at you. Look right at you. It will be okay Mr. Sunshine. Shhhhhh….. As you were slowly moving closer you crouched down and slid the stick under middle of the snake and carefully lifted the snake balanced on the stick. It thrashed slightly and its tail ended up on Mr. Sunshine Smile’s hand. You froze and his eyes widened impossibly more. You speak to him softly telling him not to move and to just keep his eyes on your face. After you resume carefully lifting the snake until it was a good distance above the ground and Mr. Sunshine Smile and with a practiced move you toss the snake away. The snake landed in the wooded parts of the park and slithered away unharmed. You breath out a sigh of relief and toss the stick away and look down at Mr. Sunshine Smile. He was still frozen in fear on the ground gripping the blanket he is laying on. You get a little awkward as the things you were saying to him replays in your head. OH. SHIT. You called him Mr. Sunshine Smile. To his face. To his beautiful face that is slowly regaining it’s normal cheery appearance. You swallow hard and power walk to your blanket gathering it up with full intentions of running away in shame. But you were stopped by a gentle hand on top of yours. You looked up into the beautiful face of a god.
“My name is Jung Hoseok and I think I would rather be your Hope than your sunshine smile…”
Take a cooking class, they said. Meet new people, they said. It will be fun, they said. Well they can go suck a bag full of toe jam. Your coworker suggested this cooking class to help you get back out there with the dating game and it would be perk to cook for the hopeful beau. What your coworker did not tell you was that the gorgeous man you were paired with was a walking disaster. When you arrived he was already sitting on a bar stool with a place holder saying “Kim Namjoon” right next to your name. At first you could’t believe your luck. First class and you are partnered with the most beautiful man you had ever seen? Oh hell yes. You settle yourself onto the second bar stool at the table and smile at him and introduce yourself with a bow. He returns the bow with a smile of his own and melts your heart and when he speaks your melted heart throbs. His deep voice was lyrical almost. Geeze, this dry spell you have been having is NOT helping the matters. You take in his tanned skin and large hands that are fiddling with a pencil. He is attempting to flip the pencil around and around but he keeps dropping. The teacher announces the start of the class in a loud voice and it startles him into flipping the pencil a little to hard and flies up into the air almost nailing him right in forehead. He jerks back just in time and picks up the pencil setting it down on the table sheepishly. You laugh softly at him and when he turns away to pay attention to the teacher you slyly move the pencil out of his reach. It wouldn’t be good for him to fiddle with it again and hurt himself. The class begins and you regret all of your life choices leading up this class. This poor poor soul should of NEVER been allowed in this class. Everything he touched tried to kill him. Yes it sound ridiculous that inanimate objects seem so desperate to destroy him or be destroyed but it is happening. After the pencil attack there was the flour explosion, quickly followed by the sugar landslide. Both of these paled in comparison to the oil slip and slide. You had half a mind to just ask the teacher to suggest a different type of class. But Namjoon was just so… excited. He was thrilled to be there. When he opened the flour with a bit more force than necessary he grinned as he apologized. As the sugar landslide began it’f fateful descent onto the floor he laughed so innocently and quickly cleaned up the mess. You just couldn’t bring yourself to have him removed for his own safety because right before he slid right onto his amazing ass he was excitedly telling you about how he is learning to cook so he can help contribute to his friendship circle when the get together. You decided that for the rest of the class you would covertly casually move him away from the potentially dangerous objects. This was difficult and you realized that you weren’t learning a single thing other than “How to save Kim Namjoon from himself 101″. Ironically the reason Namjoon was almost sliced and diced was not himself. The table in front of them seemed to of not followed the directions on how to properly set up their food processor. Because when they turned it on the machine literally exploded. You heard the machine before you actually saw it. Honestly you thought it was Namjoon doing something wrong but he was innocently watching you chop the strawberries and putting them in your own food processor. You looked up just in time to see the machine wobble dangerously and you grabbed his arm right as it exploded. With a yell you drab both of you off your stools and to the floor as the food processor blade flew right past where Namjoon had been standing. You both were laying on the ground your arm around his waist holding him close to your side nearly on top of you. You had no idea how your arm went from his arm to his waist but it did. And he didn’t seem at all unhappy with your position. He looked at you with a soft smile.
“So do I get to call you my hero or…?”
Wow this is incredibly long. I had meant to do the entire group in one post but you know… plot happens.
Reyes’ eyes glowed like embers in the dying light of the fire, and the flickering shadows cast from the flames danced across his features; throwing his face half in shadow. He was as handsome as I remember him, Sirius thought, maybe even more so.
So handsome that it hurt to look at him.
Up until now she had tried not to, just quick sneaky glances when she hoped he wouldn’t notice. But tonight, with the inky-black night wrapped tight around them and Reyes watching her so intently from across the fire, she couldn’t seem to look away. It was as though a spell had been cast over both of them, and the pretense they had been keeping up of working professionally was melting away under the starry sky and the endless stretch of barren wastes.
They were alone together, and Sirius was helplessly, hopelessly, aware of it.
It was fitting, she thought as she watched the darkness and light chase each other across the curve of his cheek and the fullness of his lips, for him to always be half in the shadows. She doubted Reyes knew how to operate without keeping his true motives concealed from the people around him.
The pain of his betrayal still stung like salt in a raw wound, and her stomach twisted with remembered humiliation; she’d laid herself bare to him, had fallen in love with him, had been honest and open with him, but Reyes had only ever given her half of himself. He was like a tarnished coin found half buried in sand; all she’d seen was the shiny side lying sun up. She’d been blind to his faults. Blind to his imperfections. Blind to everything but that which he had wanted her to see.
Reyes had successfully kept his darker side hidden from her until the damage was done and he had wormed his way into her heart.
Bitterly, Sirius made herself look away from his face and into the flames. He probably laughed at me the whole time we were together, she thought sourly, clinging to her anger when he turned his head at an especially attractive angle and caught her attention again; plainly continuing to watch her with the same intense look. All she had ever been to him was a pawn in his little power play for Kadara; a Pathfinder who was easily manipulative and susceptible to his charms.
You would have supported him anyway, a tiny voice reminded her. Even if you hadn’t fallen in love with him, you would have supported him against Sloane.
She sighed and poked at the fire with a stick. It was true, and more so was the pity. Reyes could have been honest with her and she still would have been by his side supporting him. He hadn’t need to seduce her; to use her.
Sirius’ eyes prickled with tears and she tossed the stick aside. It was too late now. Reyes could say what he liked. He could howl black and blue that it hadn’t been all lies, that he did care for her, but his actions, his lies, said otherwise. She would help him out with the Outcast rebels on Kadara who were threatening her Outpost, and then that was it.
He would never see her again.
“Thank you,” Reyes spoke softly, breaking the silence so abruptly that for a moment Sirius wasn’t even sure if he’d really spoken or if she’d imagined it. “I know you didn’t want to see me again after what happened,” he continued after a moment, “so thank you.”
She nodded stiffly, not trusting herself to speak as her throat burned with words of hurt that she yearned to hurl at him. I trusted you. I loved you. How could you? I hate you!
“I know you don’t believe me after I lied to you so often, but I meant what I said the day you left; I only lied because I was scared of losing you-”
A sharp bark of angry laughter escaped before Sirius could hold it back. “Well, that worked out great for you, didn’t it?” she snapped, curling her legs up to her chest protectively and wrapping her arms around them.
Reyes smiled sadly and looked down into the dying embers. “My biggest regret is hiding the truth from you, but at the time I thought it best.” He met her eyes again, the molten colours shifting with the flames. “I know you hate me, but I still feel the same about you as I always did. I miss you, and I don’t want to just give up on us. I tried and … I can’t. When this is over I’m going to find a way to show you how much you mean to me.”
His voice rung with the passion of his statement, and Sirius swallowed, her heart lurching at the familiar way he was watching her and at the small catch in his breath when she didn’t reply. Their eyes met across the fire and the moment seemed to stretch, longer and longer as they watched one another, until just for an instant the impossible didn’t seem so impossible. Until it seemed as though she could reach out and touch Reyes and everything would be like it was.
You don’t have to be alone anymore, the same little voice spoke up again. He’s hurting just as much as you are … .
But an animal roared in the distance and Sirius snapped back to reality. Furious at herself, she beat the futile emotion down, cramming the hope and the desperate lonely longing back inside where it belonged.
“And if it’s too late?” she asked, her nails digging into her palms, the pain helping to ground her as she waited for his reply; her heartbeat pounding in her ears.
Reyes gave her a determined smile that made her poor heart hammer, and pushed himself to his feet. “I’m a romantic, Bluebird. I came 600 years and all the way to a new galaxy chasing my dreams.” He gave her a long look, something other than firelight burning in his eyes. “Besides, it’s never too late for love.”
He melted into the shadows before she could reply, and Sirius was left gaping in the flickering light staring after him. Her heart fluttered, her mouth ran dry, and her thoughts tumbled uselessly over each other as she flopped backwards into the sand and stared up into the blue-black Andromeda sky. A single thought managed to worm through her tangled brain to land with ringing clarity in her thoughts.
Another deleted scene style fic, around the time of 6x09. Emma hasn’t told her family about her visions yet, and decides that fencing lessons from Killian might improve her chances of defeating Gideon. I’ve written Killian teaching Emma to fence before, fluffily, but it seemed a good time to update the headcanon with the added angst of those visions!
There was no time for a moving day; not when every day brought a new disaster, a new story no one was sure if they wanted to see the end of. A single chest of Killian’s belongings moved in the first day, set carefully next to a box in her closet, waiting for a quiet moment to be shared. His jackets mingled with hers in the closet, his boots sat neatly underneath the hung leathers and books and papers were gradually filling the empty spaces of their house. Sometimes Killian mentioned something that he would need to get from his ship and within a couple hours it would appear on the kitchen table. He suspected she was testing her magic on his belongings when he was not looking, but it saved him a trip and hopefully calmed her frayed nerves, so he simply thanked her with a kiss on the cheek and filed another hole in a still too empty home.
Two battered sticks joined her boots next to the door, growing more banged up each day as Killian and Henry sparred in the front yard in their spare moments. It warmed her heart to see them spending time together, but from time to time the sight filled her with sudden dread as wooden practice swords were replaced in her mind by sharp steel and unresponsive magic. She fought for her life without a sound, clasping her hand tight to hide her battle from her family no more than a few paces away.
Henry hugged her tight when her eyes were distant and Killian pressed her shaking hand to his lips with questioning eyes. She caught them glancing at each other sometimes, when she told them again that she was fine. They had finally stopped asking with their lips, perhaps hoping she would tell them eventually on her own, but their eyes ever begged her for an explanation that was not forthcoming. She refused to give voice to the whole story, refused to interrupt the happy illusion she had built for herself.
The stick flew from Henry’s hand once more and Killian laughed, leaning his own against the steps. “You’re doing better, lad. But I’ve the reach of my arm and a couple hundred years training head start.”
“Aren’t you supposed to let me win sometimes?” Henry grumbled halfheartedly, diving to retrieve his ‘weapon.’
“Never!” Killian insisted. “One of these days you will disarm me. And you will know for certain that it will not be because I let you do so. Now off with you, lad, your mother will end me if you’re late for school again.” Henry tossed his stick to Killian who caught it as the boy bolted for the bus, grumbling about how between two magical moms, shouldn’t he just appear at school?
Killian laughed and gave Henry’s pole a practice swing or two as he turned back towards the house, to his surprise he was met with the sudden appearance of a pole aiming for his head. He ducked by impulse, his arm moving before he’d the chance to identify the person on the other end of the attack. Emma grinned at him, blocking his swing with the stick he’d put down a moment ago.
“My turn, pirate. Someone ought to bring you down a peg or two!”
Killian smirked, breaking away and moving to circle her. “You think so? You may have the advantage with firearms and fireworks but swordplay… Swordplay is my strength, love.”
“You underestimated me the last time we dueled. Haven’t you learned your lesson?”
“I did. But that is not why you won.”
“Why did I win, then?” Emma retorted. She grew tired of waiting for Killian to make the first move and dove forward, seeking an opening that was gone as soon as she moved. Suddenly she was on the defense, pressed backwards step by step until her boot smacked against the bottom of their steps. She wavered for a moment and then fell backwards, only saved from a bruised backside by Killian’s hook, which had suddenly slipped through her belt loop and tugged her upright again.
“You won because I did not wish to see you die on that lakebed, my dear.”
“Okay… maybe I could use a few pointers,” she admitted.
“Why the sudden interest in fencing, love?”
“It couldn’t hurt to be prepared, right?”
“And you think a few tricks with a blade will make you better prepared?” He reached for her hand, which had begun to tremble.
His eyes were questioning her again and she forced a smile. “I mean why not? Things are crazy, and it doesn’t look like they’re gonna let up anytime soon And it’s an excuse to spend some time together, just the two of us. Wouldn’t you like that?”
“Of course, Emma. Perhaps once all this madness with the untold stories is ov- ”
“Not after. Now.”
“Now?” Her eyes were blazing with determination and he tilted his head to one side, studying her intently,
“Right now!” She held out her hand to him and he took it without question. Their house vanished and the smell of salt brought a smile to his lips. When his vision cleared they were on the deck of the Jolly Roger.
Prompt: Unrequited Love / Unrequited Pining Rating: PG-13/T Word Count: 1400 Tags: Aged Up AU Description: It’s been fifteen years since Keith has been a member of the blade of marmora, fifteen years since he’s felt human and had physical contact with his fellow paladins. Still, feelings are remembered upon a reunion.
Notes: Am I doing angst right? Probably not. I’m definitely more of a humor/smut writer (comes with all the romance novels I devour that I want to write someday/are of the same vein) sooo this is an exercise, I guess?? I doubt I’ll participate in all of the days as I’m currently trying to buckle down with my ideas and finish up BB.
MC Brings Home A Puppy and Leon Tries to Get Used To It
Posted this in my Otome Amino community a little while ago and thought I’d publish it here, too. It’s just a short little fic. Hope you like it! :) Thanks for reading!
“What is that doing here?” Leon asked as he strolled into the living room. He immediately spotted a puff of brown fur scampering across the floor. And you squatting in front of it, holding what looked like dog food in your palm.
When you saw him, you stood.
“It’s my new puppy.” You said with a bright smile.
“I know what it is. I’m asking what it’s doing here.” He responded sternly, which caused your smile to drop. That look of displeasure from him never preceeded anything good.
“Well, um…I wanted to introduce you two. Leon, this is (d/n). (D/n), this is Leon.” As if he understood you, the little dog scurried over to the Ruler of Leo. He ran in little circles around his feet and jumped up on his leg, all the while a scowl remained plastered on the god’s face.
“Get away from me.” Leon commanded. (D/n), startled by his intense glare, whimpered and padded back over to you. To comfort the poor thing, you scooped him up in your arms, then walked over to the golden-haired man.
“C'mon, Leon. Can you at least try to get along with him? It would mean a lot to me.” You looked up at your boyfriend with puppy dog eyes. The ones you knew he could never resist. And as always, he sighed then resigned to you with a look of discouragement.
“Yay! I’ll leave him with you for tonight so you two can bond,” You said, passing the little animal into his arms, “And I’ll come pick him up tomorrow!”
Leon’s face now displayed surprise and anger, “What?” But before he could protest, you had gathered your things and was out the door.
*~*The Next Day*~*
The mansino door squeaked as you pushed it closed. The usually noisy home was quiet. Even stranger, neither Vega, nor Altair greeted you in the foyer.
“Leon?” You called out.
“In here.” Came a reponse. Following it into the living room, you braced yourself for what scene might be behind the door, before pushing it open.
There, on the couch, sat Leon casually. Although, (d/n) wasn’t anywhere to be seen.
“Hello, Leon,” You politely greeted him first, “Where’s (d/n)?” Then something odd happened. The god’s cheeks filled with a rose color as he lifted a hand to point down to his lap. Moving closer, you then saw that the little puppy was snoozing away on his lap.
“Awww!” You couldn’t help but giggle at the adorable scene.
“Don’t laugh at me.” He ordered.
“It’s not like I’m making fun of you. It’s just really cute! I knew you two would bond.” You smiled proudly.
“Just shut up and take the thing away from me.” Leon blushed as he picked up the dog, waking him from his nap in the process, and handed him back to you. (D/n) licked your face once to say hello.
“What did you two do last night? He’s warmed up to you so quickly.”
He looked away, “You don’t need to know.”
“….Okay.” You gave in, knowing he wouldn’t tell you if it made him this embarrassed. You gave him a kiss then said goodbye to your boyfriend to take your little puppy home.
I sit on the couch, staring at this animal that _______ had left with me for the night. Suddenly, Hue walks in and notices the dog sitting across from me on the other couch, looking absentmindedly around the room. I tell him about _______’s decision to leave the thing with me in hopes that we would ‘bond’.
“Well, Leo, I don’t think sitting here and glaring at him is the best way to form a friendship with him.”
“Enough sarcasm. How can I make this dog like me?”
“I’ve heard that playing fetch is a fun game to them.” Huedhaut smiled gently then snapped his fingers. A stick appeared in his hand, which he handed to his department minister. Leon sighed, aggravated at having to partake in such a trivial and degrading activity. However, he wanted to please you, so he persevered.
“Fetch.” He commanded, then tossed the stick in some random direction. The brown dog hurriedly chased after it, then eagerly brought it back to him. They repeated the actions several more times before (d/n) hopped up on the couch and laid across Leon’s lap. Within seconds, the young puppy was snoozing away happily. The God of Leo looked down at the napping dog.
'I guess he’s not that annoying of an animal’ He thought, silently admitting it’s cuteness.
Until the next day, when _______ came to pick him up, (d/n) stuck by Leon’s side, hopping on his lap whenever he sat down, and nudging his feet when he was standing. And although he wouldn’t admit it out loud, Leon had grown fond of the animal, too.
Request: Can i request OUAT fic in which reader is henry twin but she didn’t get adopted by regina? When emma and henry reunited, they decided they want to know u. But reader didn’t exactly get her best chance in life. She is not welcoming either. They took her to storybrooke. Regina n the charming tries to get to know her too.
You looked around, checking to see if anyone was watching. “You alright, miss?” A security guard asked you, looking at you suspiciously. “I’m waiting for my friend, she said she’d be here at half past.” You said, trying to look worried. The guard checked his watch. “It’s only twenty past two.” “Half past one.” You said, going onto your toes and looking around. “Maybe I’m in the wrong shop. Is there another one of these nearby? I’m not from around here.” The guard shook his head. “No there’s not, sorry, but you can’t be waiting in here, I’m afraid. It looks like you’re trying to steal something. There’s a bench outside where you can wait.” You nodded, thanking him, then left the shop, walking quickly. Once out of sight of the store, you started running. After a minute or two, you ducked into a quiet area and emptied out your pockets. You’d managed to grab an apple, and a few candy bars. You quickly ate them, knowing your foster brother would most likely eat most of your dinner once you got home. A shadow fell over you, and you saw the face of your twin brother, Henry. He’d contacted you by email a while ago, telling you how you were related, and about your mother and saying that they wanted to get to know you, even including some pictures. You hadn’t responded. “What are you doing here?” You demanded, quickly stuffing your candy back in your pocket. “I wanted to show you this.” He said, handing you a few papers. You suspiciously looked through them, a frown appearing and growing on your face as you realised what they were. “Mum’s adopting you.” Henry smiled at you. You huffed. “I have a family, I live with them.” “They said it was okay. They signed it. Come on.” He held out his hand, which you didn’t take, walking stiffly beside him back to a yellow car with a blonde woman leaning against it. “Hey Y/N, I’m Emma.” You folded your arms, trying your best to make it clear to her that you were angry. She opened the car door, and Henry smiled at you again. You decided that you hated him, and his smiling. “Wanna sit in the front?” He offered. You didn’t respond, climbing into the back of the car and folding your arms again. On the seat beside you was a suitcase, which you recognised as yours, full of your things, that you’d never unpacked.
A few hours later, Emma parked the car on the street, and the three of you got out, Emma carrying your bag for you. You went up some steps and into an apartment. “I’m renting this place for a while.” She explained. “Henry lives with Regina, who adopted him.” “And ten years later, you decided to adopt me.” You muttered, looking around. “What changed your mind?” “Hey, she gave you up to give you your best chance!” Henry argued. You spun to face him. “Did she tell you that crap? Or was it your loving mom, Regina?” He glared at you. “Neither of them did! I know because it was the same reason Emma was abandoned. You should just be glad!” “Henry, enough!” Emma snapped. “Why don’t you go order us some food in Granny’s? And you can find the others, I’m sure they want to meet Y/N.” She softened slightly. Henry nodded, taking the money Emma offered, then left the apartment. “Maybe Y/N doesn’t want to meet the others.” You muttered, folding your arms. Emma sighed and sat down, gesturing for you to sit too. “How bad was it?” She asked softly. You frowned, still standing. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I have a superpower kiddo, I can tell when people are lying.” She gave you a gentle smile, but you turned away. “Listen, Y/N, I heard about some of the other places you stayed. I’m a bail bonds person, I know what I’m doing. I can promise you that here is not going to be like any of those places, but if you don’t believe me, that’s okay. Just give me some time. The adoption papers kind of mean you’re stuck with me.” She stood up and walked past you, opening the door and smiling at you. “Let’s go meet the others, okay?” You nodded reluctantly, following her out of the apartment and into a diner. She gave you a gentle push towards a booth where Henry was sitting with some food. “Go eat, I’m sure you’re hungry.” You nodded and sat opposite Henry while Emma went to talk to some more people. “This is for you.” Henry said, pushing a mug of hot cocoa to you, along with a slice of apple pie. “So is this. You seemed to really enjoy the apple you had earlier, so I thought you might like some more.” “Thanks.” You mumbled, sipping the cocoa, then frowning as you tried to place the mystery ingredient that made it really yummy. “Cinnamon.” Henry smiled. “It makes it much nicer, doesn’t it?” You nodded. “Yeah, I never thought of doing that.” “Well I’m sure you had other things to think about.” A woman with dark hair said, sitting beside Henry. “I’m Regina, Henry’s mom.” She smiled at you. You nodded. “Hi. i’m Henry’s twin. I don’t have a mom.” You sipped your cocoa, and then started eating your slice of pie, making sure to eat it slowly so that you didn’t have to talk.
A few days passed, and you warmed up to Henry, a bit, but you still weren’t friendly. You were on your way home from school when Mary Margaret caught up to you. “Y/N, Emma just called me. We’re all going to be spending the night at Regina’s.” She smiled. “Why?” You demanded. “The Wicked Witch is threatening our family. Regina has a protection spell around her home. Come on, let’s go.” She gestured to you to follow her. “Do I have time to get my stuff?” You sighed, having decided to feign disinterest in all the magic stuff, even though you loved it. “No, come on, it’ll be fun, I promise.” She started walking towards Regina’s house, which was really more of a manor to you.
A few hours later, and you were sitting on a couch in Regina’s living room, your hood over your head, pretending to be asleep. You felt the couch move as someone sat next to you, and you put a little more effort into pretending to be asleep. “You know,” Regina began, “Henry thought I was the Evil Queen. At least your adopted mother is the Saviour.” “I’ve been in enough foster homes to know that after a while, the nice stops.” You muttered. Regina rested her arm around you. “Y/N, I know this is difficult for you, and you’re scared in case you get hurt again, but is there anything we can do to show you that we’re different?” You shook your head stubbornly, which made Regina sigh, and then she smiled. “Do you like reading?” You nodded slightly, and moments later, you were sitting in the middle of a magnificent library. Regina gestured around. “You can read whatever you want, but if you’re using the ladder, please be careful. That door leads to the hallway.” She patted you on the back, and then left through the door she’d pointed out. Much as you wanted to, you were determined not to give in and read the books, so you sat there, arms folded stubbornly, for hours, until the door opened and Prince Charming came in. “Go away.” You ordered, and heard him sigh. “Nope. Come on.” When you didn’t move, he simply picked you up and carried you out of the library, into the back garden. It looked to be around eight or nine in the evening. He put you down and then stood opposite you. “Unfortunately, this town seems to be a target for attacks, so if you’re gonna stay here, I’d prefer if you knew how to look after yourself.” He picked up two sticks, tossing one to you. “Ever been in a sword fight?” You grinned, despite yourself. “Not exactly, but I have been in ordinary fights. And sticks help.” With that, you jumped forward, hitting him in the stomach with your stick. As he let out a groan, a genuine smile rose to your lips, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad here after all, because if they were teaching you to look after yourself, it meant that they couldn’t do anything to you, so maybe they really were the good guys, your ‘happy ending’, if you were to put it into Henry’s words.
Do you have any hcs about how Mori, Fitzgerald, Hawthorne, and Steinbeck would go about trying to court someone they were interested in?
Before he begins his pursuit in earnest, Mori consults Elise. No matter how much you’ve piqued his interest (probably quite a bit, considering that he’s chasing after you for more than just what’s in your pants), the girl has to give you her stamp of approval. Without Elise’s favor, the match will simply fall apart; thus, he checks sooner rather than later. She’ll tease him of course, denying you initially, but after he’s begged enough she’ll grant the go-ahead. After that, there’s no shaking the leader of the Port Mafia.
Mori’s a textbook gentleman whenever you’re together. Many of the manners completely lost on younger men manifest in the Port Mafia’s leader. He never neglects to pull out your chair when you sit, or offer the crook of his arm, escorting you wherever you wish. Mori’s hands remain exactly where they belong; he never tries to sneak in subtle, ‘accidental’ brushes to somewhere a bit too sensitive for mere acquaintances. No matter what you’re wearing, he keeps his eyes out of danger, as well (at least, you’ve never caught him eyeing you up).
Despite his manners, Mori makes his intentions perfectly clear. There’s no way you can misinterpret his politeness for indifference. He’s constantly inviting you on lavish ‘outings’ (titling them as ‘dates’ would be much too forward, after all) and slipping subtle hints that he’s after more than just your friendship.
Especially if he’s not getting the response he’s after, Mori’s immediately orchestrating schemes to draw you to him. Though she doesn’t exactly approve of the Port Mafia’s leader seeking after you, Kouyou is often brought into these missions; such a game is simply too tantalizing for her to pass up. Regardless of whether she’s drawn to you personally, Kouyou’s often in your company. At Mori’s request, she fills your ears with countless tidbits and gossip about his genuine liking for you, teasingly prodding you as to when you’re going to accept his hand.
While he wouldn’t dream of putting you in actual danger, Mori orchestrates menacing situations to see how you react when confronted with threats. Getting serious would shove you in harm’s way whether you like it or not, and he needs to be assured that you can handle the stresses of being a target. Plus, the way you cling to him after he ‘saves’ you is a delightful side benefit.
Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald
As soon as you attract Fitzgerald’s curiosity, it’s no-holds-barred. He’s determined that you’ll be his. With his money, attracting you will be a piece of cake; at least, that’s what Fitzgerald initially thinks. At every opportunity, he throws lavish parties, invites you to all of his various properties scattered around the globe, showers you in elaborate, expensive gifts, claiming that the ‘simple trinkets’ remind him of you. Fitzgerald waxes poetic every chance he gets, and when that doesn’t stick, he just tosses money at you in hopes that you’ll swoon.
If his cash doesn’t interest you, Fitzgerald is only that much more hell-bent on making you fall in love with him. Ever since he entered the world of the rich, that’s all anyone’s ever been drawn to. Fitzgerald decides he needs to know what makes you so different, and there’s no way he’s going to let you slip out of his grasp without finding what makes you tick.
Fitzgerald, like any ruler of high-society, is intimately acquainted with the power of rumors, and he will do anything to get people talking. All of his butlers and maids are encouraged to spread word about how often he’s at your elbow, the looks that swim through his blue eyes when he’s focusing on you, the fact that he’s been looking into romantic travel destinations recently. Fitzgerald’s hoping that the juicy details trickle down to your friends and family, eventually; he knows that he’s a hell of a catch, and anyone that truly cares for you should encourage you to make a move before he gets sick of chasing you and moves on. The gossip mill is Fitzgerald’s subtle way of tactically surrounding you, ensuring that he’s on your mind 24/7.
Fitzgerald doesn’t fully reign in his dramatic tendencies, but he does calm down around you. While he’s still a show-off, hoping to impress you with all of his numerous qualities, he wants to communicate that he’s not just an airheaded fop, on the prowl for pretty arm candy. Fitzgerald fully understands that his showy personality might make you think he’s after you just so that he has someone to chase, and he’ll do anything to assure you otherwise.
When Hawthorne discovers his feelings for you, he’s a bit lost. Flirtation isn’t something that’s closely examined in theology textbooks; at least, not the respectable ones. Hawthorne doesn’t believe in fooling around with attractive lady he sets his eyes on, either, so he hasn’t exactly had much practice. Despite this, he’s convinced that wooing you won’t be so hard.
Hawthorne is more reserved at first; he dreads getting tangled up with someone he doesn’t truly care for, as his sense of duty would force him to stick with them. He doesn’t flirt at all until he’s completely sure that you’re exactly what he truly wants. Because of this, you might get some uninterested vibes when he first starts pursuing you, but don’t give up on him! Hawthorne’s only ensuring he doesn’t rush into something he’ll regret.
At first, Hawthorne’s quite casual with your conversations; much of your talks together seem built of only small talk, polite commentaries of the weather or what’s been headlining in the news. If Hawthorne hasn’t used these little chats to convince himself that he’s not really harboring feelings for you, though, your talks together will take an extremely sudden turn into deep topics, almost entirely without warning. Hawthorne can’t stand chitchat; at least, not when he’s truly trying to get to know someone. Once he’s sure that discussing such questions with you won’t make you uncomfortable, he starts in on the topics that’ll truly show what kind of a person you are. Your opinions on what life’s really about, what happens after death, if there’s any set ‘good’ and ‘evil’; this is what Hawthorne uses to color a picture of what you’re really like, and to determine if his feelings for you are more than a passing whim. Philosophy sessions, though they might not be romantic, exactly, are what bind his heart to yours.
Before he starts pursuing you in earnest, Hawthorne drops hints at his interest. While he doesn’t give a damn if anyone else is after you, too, he’ll back off if you’re looking at someone. The last thing he wants is an awkward confrontation and needlessly hurt feelings because he proved too bold. As soon as you pick up these hints, and start leaving a few of your own, it’s the last push Hawthorne needs to entirely make up his mind. At this point, he practically considers you engaged.
Though he’s gradual, and respectful as a perfect gentleman, Hawthorne seriously commits to romancing and makes surprisingly direct moves. Once he’s firmly made up his mind, he’s determined to show you just how much he really cares. Soon, lingering touches start happening more and more, Hawthorne taking every opportunity to brush his skin against yours. You’re often surprised with kisses; they’re light, and innocent, and pressed against your knuckles instead of your lips more often than not, but there’s no mistaking that’s what they truly are. Hawthorne’s suddenly surprisingly bold; there’s no mistaking the message he’s trying to send.
The moment Steinbeck decides you’re going to be his, you’ll know. He’s so open that only a brick wouldn’t pick up on the fact that he’s in pursuit. Hugs that last for a few beats too long to be just friendly, entirely shameless heated gazes that clearly show what’s on his mind, countless little tokens of affection ranging from sweets that his mother baked to books that he thinks you’ll enjoy; you’re not safe from any of it. Somehow, though, he knows how to keep just enough distance so that you don’t feel trapped or like he’s clinging to you
Though he doesn’t frame it as a date until he’s entirely sure you’re interested, Steinbeck invites you to every family function from Easter dinner to birthday celebrations. Anyone he’s pursuing needs the Steinbecks’ stamp of approval, and he figures it’s better to ensure his family adores you now than risk them rejecting you when he’s head-over-heels in love (he’d still marry you, of course, but it would be a hard decision between staying true to himself and letting down his family). Plus, he can’t wait to see how you react when his younger siblings inevitably accuse you two of dating (especially if he tells them yes, actually, you are, just to make you blush).
Pray that you don’t have a floral allergy, because with Steinbeck around, you’ll never escapethe flowers. He quickly ferrets out what kind of blooms are your favorite, and from then on, they’re growing everywhere around you. Whether they be arranged in a bouquet for you and left with a sweet little note like ‘Y’know, I still think you’re prettier than these’, or sprouting all over the earth by where you work, flowers surround you at every turn. Maintaining the plants around you is Steinbeck’s subtle way of telling you you’re always on his mind.
Steinbeck invites you on outings practically everywhere, and once he’s certain that the term ‘date’ won’t send you running for the hills, that’s what he starts calling them. Even if he still hasn’t asked you to be his yet, he’ll still title every trip together a date. And there are a lot of trips together. Steinbeck’s a farm boy completely outside of anything he’s ever known, after all; so much piques his curiosity, and he figures there’s no better person to experience all of these new things with than you. Expect completely out of the blue calls from Steinbeck, inviting you along to some off the wall restaurant with boiled squid sushi, or to a farmer’s market a few miles outside of Yokohama’s borders. Nothing is too strange to drive Steinbeck away, and you can bet that if he’s running into something odd, he’ll make space for you to run into it, too.