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BTS Reaction - Pulling away

Seokjin

Jin’s practically shaking with laughter as he tells you his anecdote, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes, but really, you’re only half-listening.

“And then Kookie, he said-”  Jin cuts himself short when he looks at you from across the table, his eyebrows starting to pull downward into a frown as he realises how little you’re actually paying attention.  Usually you’d be laughing along with him - you’ve got the same lame sense of humour he does, and he loves you for it - but tonight you’re just staring at your plate, poking at your food, and it’s starting to unsettle him.  “Jagi, is everything ok?”  

“Hm?” you ask distractedly, only glancing up at him for a moment before your eyes drop once more.  

“Don’t you like it?”  

“It’s fine, Jin, I’m just… I’ve just gone off fish a little lately,” you tell him.  It’s a lame excuse, but you’d rather tell him that than tell him the truth - tell him that the reason you can’t eat is because you feel so nauseous with anxiety that you might throw up if you eat anymore.  

“Ah, it’s a good job I made your favourite dessert then!” he says enthusiastically, getting up from the table and whisking your still-full plate out from in front of you to take it to the kitchen.  “Can’t have you going hungry.”  

God, why does he have to be so sweet all the time?  So god damn perfect?  It’ll only make it feel so much worse when it eventually falls apart - and you know it will, because when you’re involved everything always does.  It’s inevitable.  

“You know what, I think I might just go home,” you say quickly, before he’s even managed to pull on his gloves to take out the apple pie you can smell cooking in the oven.  He falters, coming to a standstill between the kitchen counters, and when you finally bring yourself to look at him it makes your heart thud painfully.  “I don’t feel too good.”  

“Ok, let me drive you-”

“It’s fine, I’ll get a cab.”  If you say ‘it’s fine’ one more time this evening you think you might punch yourself in the face.  It’s not fine, nothing is, but you know it’s best you pull away a little now, before you both get in too deep. At least it might help to soften the blow.  

“Ok….” you hear him mumble as he turns off the oven and you pull on your coat.  He walks you to the door, and now it’s him that can’t look at you.  “Hope you feel better soon.”  

“Thanks.”

“See you soon?”

“See you soon,” you reply, and it feels like a goodbye.   

Originally posted by lavender-kills

Yoongi

“So I was thinking; there’s a new Mexican place that’s opened,” Yoongi tells you, his voice sounding even lower than usual over the phone after he’s clearly just woken up.  “You wanna go check it out sometime?”

“Hm… I dunno,” you mumble, rolling over in bed, your cell smushed between your ear and the pillow.  

“C’mon, their churros are supposed to be the shit.”  Despite yourself, you end up smiling at Yoongi’s words.  You wish you hadn’t though.  That momentary flicker of happiness now just makes you feel all the more miserable as you stare at the picture of Yoongi and you you’ve got pinned to your bedside cabinet.  

“I don’t really like Mexican food…”  You’re trying so hard to find an excuse not to make plans, to avoid seeing him for a little while.  It’s not that you don’t care about Yoongi.  Jesus, you most definitely do - but therein lies the problem.  It’s starting to feel scary now, how close you’re becoming.  You’re seeing each other too often, he’s texting you every day, and it feels wrong now if you go to sleep without hearing him say goodnight.  This growing dependency on him, this vulnerability; it’s terrifying.  

“Since when?” he scoffs, and all you can do in reply is sigh.  There’s a silence on the other end of the line, and in the end you have to roll away from that picture of the two of you that you love so much.  His eyes are too penetrating, too perceptive, even in a frozen image.  “What about chinese then?  You love chinese.”   He’s right, you do, and there’s no way you can deny that - not when the last time you went you ended up stuffing your face so much that he had to nurse you with a bad belly for the rest of the night.  

“Can I maybe just take a raincheck?  I’ve got so much work to do, Yoongi, and I’m sure you’re busy too.”  

There’s silence again but this time it feels uncomfortable, and it’s making you fidget even without being able to see the frosty expression you know he’ll be wearing right now.  

“You think I don’t know what you’re doing, Noona?  I’ve done it enough times myself to know when someone’s holding back.”  You swallow hard, staring at the wall and starting to chew your thumbnail nervously.  What are you supposed to say when he’s called you out like that; made you feel like the idiot you know you are?

He gives you an adequate amount of time to reply, to turn back from this road you’re travelling down, but when no response comes you hear him sigh, even his voice turning cold when his next words travel into your ears.  

“Either call me when you’re ready to get real, or don’t bother calling me at all.”  

Originally posted by minshoot

Hoseok

“Ah, babygirl, that was amazing.”  Hobi’s still panting from exertion as he lies next to you, staring at the ceiling with the goofiest of grins on his faces.  He’s always like this after you’ve had sex, always deliriously happy, like every time you do it is his first time, and you know what’s coming next.  

He rolls onto his side, grabbing the sheet and pulling it up to cover your naked, sticky bodies and then snuggling closer, slinging his arm over his hip and pulling you close, sweat be damned.  He always gets so affectionate too, so tactile when he’s dosed up on oxytocin, and though at first you loved it, lately it’s become nothing but a source of anxiety to you.  It’d be fine if cuddling was all it was, but it’s not just that.  No, Hobi insists on lying there staring at you like you’re his everything, his entire world, his eyes taking in every little of your face until you end up laughing and batting him away, telling him to stop being such a freak.  

You don’t want him to look at you like that and nor do you want to be placed on his pedestal; not when you know it’ll make your inevitable fall from grace so much higher and more painful.   You don’t deserve all these loving looks and touches, not when you’re going to break his heart.  Though you don’t yet know how it’ll happen yet you know it will, because it’s just what you do.  

“I wish we could do this all day, every day,” he says wistfully, reaching up to thumb your cheek, staring back into your eyes.  You try to diffuse things with humour, rolling your eyes and pushing his hand away from your face, trying to ignore the way hurt flickers across his face.  

“That’s ‘cus you’re a horny bastard, Hobi.”  You sit up to put some distance between you, running your fingers through your hair to try and put it right.  Of course, he then sits up too, smoothing out the part of your hair at the back you can’t see to fix with his gentle hands.   

“Not just for that,” he persists, smiling cheekily, “I just like having you here, sex or no sex.  C’mon, wouldn’t you love to wake up to this face every morning?”   

“I guess,” you answer non-committedly, trying not to let your mind even hope to dream of your life ever being so wonderful.  You need to get out of here, before he starts dangling more perfect happy-ever-afters in front of your face, lies that you know will never come true.  Finding your underwear you start to get dressed, avoiding the questioning look in Hobi’s eyes.

“I thought you didn’t have to work today?”

“Yeah…” You pull your sweater on, glad that it hides your face, even for just a second.  “But I’ve got a lot I need to get done so…”  

“I’d kind of… I mean I’d planned on us having the whole day together…” he says quietly, unable to hide the disappointment and confusion on his face.  “If I’d known you were gonna go so soon I wouldn’t have-”

“Don’t worry, Hobi, it was fun.” You slip your feet into your shoes, practically running to his bedroom door as soon as they’re on, forcing a false smile on your face.  “I had fun.”  Fun, that’s all it is… it’s all it was ever supposed to be.  You weren’t supposed to end up liking him, needing him, lovin- “Let me know next time you wanna hook up.”  

“Hook up,” he repeats, his voice breaking.  Hobi looks like you’ve just plunged a knife straight into his heart, and though it breaks your own to see him in so much pain, you know it’s for the best.  Better now, rather than later.  “Right… sure.”  

Originally posted by jhopetal

Namjoon

“So… what do you think?”  

What do you think?  You think the song you just heard was amazing; one of the best Namjoon’s ever written, and that’s saying a lot when he’s so ridiculously talented to begin with.  You’re stunned, dumbstruck by the fact he’d write such beautiful lyrics about you, for you, and if you were a better person you’d probably start to cry with joy that your boyfriend wants to tell the world just how much you mean to him.  

But you’re not a good person, not like him, not even close, so instead of telling Namjoon how proud you are of him, how much you’ve come to love him, you say anything you can think of to drive a wedge between you.

“I don’t think you should put it on the album,” you say blankly, trying to keep your face impassive as you look back into his hopeful eyes.  “I don’t think the executives would be happy with it.”  His face falls, eyebrows knitting together as he tries to fathom you’re unexpected response.  You see his jaw clench, and you know he’s trying so hard to brace himself for whatever constructive criticism he thinks is coming.  It’s taken a long time for him to learn to do that so graciously; yet another skill he’s mastered.

“You don’t like it?  I know the bridge needs some work, but I can fix-”

“The song’s fine, Joonie,” you interrupt, making him pause mid-swivel in his chair to turn back to you rather than his desk.  “I just don’t think it’s a good idea.  ARMY won’t like you shoving your love-life in their faces - they want you guys permanently single so they can keep all their little fantasies about you.” Namjoon seems stunned into silence for a moment, and honestly, you’re a little impressed at just how reasonable your argument sounds too.  Cold, yes, but logical.  Surely with his big brain Namjoon should be happy enough accept your reasoning and let it lie?  

He’s quiet for a long while, face pensive until he finally get up out of his chair and comes to sit beside you, taking your hand.

“I don’t care.  We’ve always been able to write write the music we want… how we want it.  And the fans want us to be happy.”  Well… how do you argue with that?  He sits stroking the back of your hand with his thumb while he waits for you to say something, and now your mind has gone blank, unable to think of anything to say that won’t just sound harsh or cruel.  

“You might be happy to tell the world about us, Joonie but… I’m not.”  Harsh it is then.  You take your hand back, clamping both of them between your legs as you look to the floor, avoiding the hurt in his eyes.  “We never said this was going to be anything serious.”

“I see.”  His voice is tight, controlled as he speaks, suddenly sitting up straighter. He waits for a second, perhaps to see if you’ll sat any more, take it all back, but when you don’t he simply returns to his desk, facing the screen like you’re not even there.  “You may as well go home… I’m gonna be up all night trying to re-write this.”  

Originally posted by chimchams

Jimin

Your phone goes off for what feels like the hundredth time today, an unpleasantly harsh trill that shrieks through your otherwise quiet apartment, and once again you have to fight the urge to look, to read the text you know is waiting for you there.  If you look you’re more likely to reply, and you’re trying so, so hard to give yourself some space, to put some distance between you and the man you’re getting far too close to.  

You know what it’ll say anyway, more or less.  It’ll be Jimin being his usual sweet self, asking if you’re ok, asking you to please, please get back to him.  Why aren’t you replying?  Are you sure you’re ok?  Do you need him to come over?  Why are you so quiet?  It’s killing you. Every time your phone goes off it feels like a punch to the gut, because you do so desperately want to reply.  But you can’t, you mustn’t.  You’ve gotten too attached to him, too attached to this perfect boy whom all the girls want to touch.

You’re not stupid.  You’ve seen his fan-pages, you’ve seen the things they say about him.  And it’s not like you can blame them, but you’re too insecure to deal with having a boyfriend who’s wanted by so many.  You’ve been cheated on once before, and it’ll only be a matter of time before Jimin realises he’s too good for you and does the same; finds another girl who’s prettier and thinner and more interesting than you.  It’s better for you to protect yourself now, to pull away while you still can, before it’s too late.  

So you ignore his messages even as tears roll down your cheeks, lying on the sofa and holding yourself, just waiting for it to stop hurting so much.  Time passes, although you don’t keep track of how much; all you know is that eventually it goes dark outside, and your tired eyes are just starting to droop when all of a sudden your doorbell rings, jolting you awake again.  

You shuffle your way over to the door, half-asleep and wrapped in your blanket, pulling it open before you think to look through the spy-hole to check who it is.  Of course it would be Jimin standing there to see you looking like this, like the mess that you are, his eyes widening as he takes in your bloodshot eyes.

“Oh baby… baby, what’s wrong?” He steps inside before you can stop him, wrapping you up in his arms over the top of your blanket, pulling your head into the crook of his neck.  

You don’t want this, or at least for second you try to tell yourself that you don’t… but it’s just no use.  Relenting, you let yourself be held by him, inhaling the scent of his aftershave that’s become synonymous with happiness and giving yourself over to it all, at least for now.  You let him kiss you with your face in his hands, let him promise you that he’ll make it all ok, and you let yourself believe in this lie, just for a little while longer.  

“You know I love you… Whatever it is, baby, we’ll fix it… I love you,” he tells you over and over, his face pressed into your hair and all you can do is cry because you know you love him too, and you know it’ll never be enough.  

Originally posted by sosjimin

Taehyung

“Tae, Tae, stop it!” you giggle, trying your best to throw him off whilst ensuring you’re clenching your pelvic floor as hard as you possibly can; he’s be tickling you for what feels like forever now, and you’ll be damned if you give him the satisfaction of peeing yourself for him to tease you about that too.  

“Not until you call me Oppa!” he shouts back, sat on your stomach, his bony fingers digging into your ribs as he grins down at you.  He’s such a masochist - you know he’s getting off on this really, watching you squirm and struggle.

“You’re like one month older than me, weirdo!”

“Op-pa!” he persists, accentuating every syllable, his eyes narrowing when you shake your head.  His fingertips start to creep towards your armpits, your weakest spot, and no matter how hard you try to push his hands away he’s just too strong.  You barely make it ten seconds before you’re shouting ‘oppa’ over and over again, tears streaming from your eyes, just wanting it to end.  Finally, he relents, sitting up with a satisfied smirk on his face.

That’s when you chose your moment to strike.  You reach out to twist his nipples through his shirt, grinning wickedly, but before you can do anything Taehyung’s grabbed both your wrists and pinning them above your head, growling like an animal.  A beat passes where you just look at each other, both out of breath, and then you’re laughing again, in hysterics as you so often are when you’re together, only stopping when Taehyung eagerly crashes his lips against yours.

You expect the kiss to become more passionate, if anything, so you’re surprised when it gets softer, Tae letting go of your wrists to stroke his hands gently through your hair and down onto your face.  When he pulls away, still rubbing his thumbs along your cheeks, there’s something shining in his eyes that you’ve never seen from him before, some emotion that until now has been unknown.  You know exactly what it is though, you know because it’s exactly the same thing you can feel swelling in your own chest.  

He opens his mouth to speak, and that’s when you panic.  You’re not ready to hear those words again, and you’re certainly not ready to say them again.  Not after last time, not after what happened when-

You sit up abruptly, pushing him off you and hurrying to stand, grabbing your jacket from the sofa to leave before Taehyung snatches it back from your hand after having stood up almost as quickly as you.  He look so confused, his mouth hanging open, head tilted to the side as he tries to make sense of your sudden and unexpected change in behaviour.

“What’s-”

“Just don’t say it, Tae,” you snap, snatching your jacket back but just holding it there by your side, fist clenched, “I don’t want to hear it, ok?  Don’t say it, because you can’t take it back.”  

“Jagiya…” he whispers softly, his eyes starting to mist over with moisture, chin practically trembling as you flinch away from the touch of his hand.  

“Just… just leave it, please?”  You sound like you’re begging, on the verge of tears now too, and before he can try to reach out to you again you run from his apartment, leaving Taehyung to dissolve into tears, wondering how on earth it all suddenly went so wrong.  

Originally posted by jjks

Jungkook

He’s been getting possessive lately - it’s all too obvious for anyone who looks to see.  Every time you hang out with the rest of the group he keeps getting all… handsy.  Not in an inappropriate way or anything, but any time you’re talking to another guy he’ll just casually wrap his arm around your waist or lay it across your shoulder, like he’s subtly marking his territory.

You’re sure other girls wouldn’t mind.  They’d probably love to have someone like Jungkook lay his claim on them, thrilled to be considered such a prize worth protecting, but when he does it to you all you can think about is your ex-boyfriend and how he used to be exactly the same. Jealous, possessive, irrational, constantly accusing you of cheating even though he was the one that was fucking your best friend behind your back.  Ex-best friend, should you say.  

There’s a lot of ex’s in your past, for one reason or another, and that’s why after a few dates you’re still resisting Jungkook’s attempts to make the two of you into something more.  You can do without another ex to add to your list, thank you very much, no matter how much you can feel him getting under your skin with each and every day that passes.  That’s just another reason why you want to keep him at arm’s length - you can’t afford to let yourself be vulnerable.  Not again.  You’re not letting anyone hurt you like that ever again.  

Jungkook seems to be feeling particularly threatened today, though you’re not entirely sure why.  Perhaps it’s because of the skirt you’re wearing, or maybe it’s the way Yoongi keeps looking at you from across the room, but either way it’s starting to get your back up.  He doesn’t own you, and it’s the desire to show Jungkook exactly that that eventually drives you across to the other side of the studio to sit down next to Yoongi, smiling like a cheshire cat.  

You can feel his eyes on you the moment you strike up a conversation, eyes that you pointedly ignore, choosing instead to act like everything Yoongi says is the funniest thing you’ve ever heard.  You lean your body into his, leaning your head on his shoulder as you laugh, placing your hand on his thigh and leaving it to linger there far longer than necessary.  Yoongi’s loving every second of it, lapping it up until Jungkook finally snaps and comes striding over, trying to look casual and failing miserably at doing so.

“Namjoon wants you,” he tells Yoongi, not even looking at his elder as he says it.  No, his eyes are fixed on you, full of both anger and hurt, and the moment Yoongi gets up with a groan Jungkook is taking his spot, flopping down at your side.  You see him tick his head to the side, clenching his jaw in the silence that follows, and find yourself smiling before you can help it at his adorable habit.  

God damn it, you really need to put a stop to this now, before you get even more attached than you already are.  

“Why were you acting like that?” he asks after a moment, once he’s sure the rest of his friends are sufficiently preoccupied.

“Acting like what?” you reply, sounding as innocent as possible, and you know it’s pissing him off because his jaw clenches again, his hands balling into fists and relaxing again where they hang over his knees.

“Flirting with Yoongi like that.  You were all over him.”  

“So?” you blurt out, only realising after you’ve already said it just how cold and callous you sound.  Jungkook actually looks taken aback when you turn your head to the side to look at him, his usually soft, doe eyes widened in confusion, no anger left to see.  

“So…?” he repeats quietly.  You stare him out, trying not to flinch at the sharp feeling of guilt that stabs through you when he falters first, turning his head with a shake and looking to the ground, swallowing against the lump you can guess that’s forming in his throat.  “I thought…”

“We’ve been on like… what… four dates, Jungkook?”  You sound condescending and cruel, and you hate yourself for it.  What a heartless bitch those exs have turned you into, huh?  “You can’t tell me you thought it was serious?”  

Originally posted by jayfatuasian

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‘Dad, why do we never talk about Alec’s dad?’ Naya asked when they were on their way home.

Tay shrugged, 'Because there’s not much to talk about.’

'Who was he?’ his daughter didn’t give up.

He didn’t plan to share all the details of gruesome adult life that laid ahead of her. He always told himself it’s too early for that. He was also afraid that one day it would be too late for that.

'You know, I heard the sweets obsession may result in curiosity increase. I think you may have that. We need to see a doctor.’ He tousled her hair a little.

'I’m not curious at all, I swear!’ Naya exclaimed right away forgetting everything about Alec’s father. Kids always were so simple to handle.

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Based on the dialogue prompt: “Watch me.”

“Alexander, you can’t do that.” Magnus held his boyfriend’s phone above his head, leaning back as Alec tried to reach for it. He stumbled slightly before catching himself on the side of a building. Magnus had been a little bit too encouraging when Alec wanted to try all of the drinks at Pandemonium. He had only gotten through 5, but considering Alec’s lack of alcohol tolerance it might as well have been 10.

“Watch me,” Alec slurred, and before Magnus could stop him he jumped and took hold of the phone, dialing at a speed that he should not have been able to in his condition. Magnus was seconds away from blasting the phone into nonexistence, but it was too late.

“You made a big mistake in choosing Jace to be Head of the Institute! He barely knows how to tie his shoes. I’m in high demand and you don’t know what you’re missing,” he yelled into the speaker so fast that the words were almost uninterpretable. Magnus yanked the phone from his hand then, letting out a defeated sigh, and put it to his ear instead.

“Madam Inquisitor, I’m so-“

“Magnus, please put my idiot brother to bed before he actually calls the Inquisitor and ruins the fact that he is the Head of the Institute.” Isabelle’s voice came through the speaker, and Magnus had never felt so relieved in his life.

“Will do,” he said, hanging up and shoving the device into his pocket.

“I showed her who’s really boss,” Alec said, a content smile on his face, and Magnus couldn’t help but smile back, shaking his head.

“You did, darling. You did.”

Oct 16 2017: Juliette Binoche took and shared a photo of the cast of High Life when they were filming in Germany.

My imagined conversation with a typical Robsessed “fan” :

Sessed: Gasp! Rob is newly single again who shall he fall for next? So glad to see him happy here….

Me: Dude he has been exceptionally happy since Good Time started promo some time ago.

Let’s see…how about that blond one on his left. Agata Buzek?

Me: Nope, already married, high profile Polish actress. Next…

On his right? Claire Tran? They look kinda cosy together…

Oh you mean Kristen’s co-star in Clouds of Sils Maria? One who adores Kristen? (see Claire Tran’s old IG posts)

Sessed : Maybe Rob is secretly gay…. you know he has been pretty wierd and artistic in those androgynous magazine shoots lately. Wasn’t there a rumour once while filming Little Ashes….?

Me: You mean with Lars Eidinger? Yes another co-star (TWICE : for Clouds of Sils Maria and Personal Shopper) and admirer of the great Kristen. You might want to check out the press conference in Cannes last year where he openly gushed about his admiration when asked about Kristen.

To cut down your work I will summarise what he said about working with Kristen. He said Kristen inspires him, explained that a long scene in Prague with Kristen is the best experience EVER acting wise for him. Lars was an invited jury of Cannes previously, an older (41 years old) fellow actor, who had heartfelt admiration of Kristen´s ‘ideal acting’ of being in the moment, even when he confessed that they both differ in the way they work.

‘She is truthful in every moment´says Lars. 

Sessed: Hmmm… maybe he will fall for an older women this time. All those young girls who don’t know how to treat him right. Yeah, Juliette worked with him before, they even had a hot sex scene in Cosmopolis, that’ll work.

Me: You mean another co-star of Kristen’s? The one Kristen worked with that got her the cesar’s? How about watching a Rolling Stone interview with the both of them and conclude for yourself (like Peter Travers) that they genuinely like and admire each other. The great multiple award winning Binoche admires Kristen Stewart… go figure.

Sessed: Mia Goth looks like a good match! Both being londoners and actors like Rob. I am sure they fit nicely.

Me: Dude, she is married to Shia LaBeouf who is also Rob’s friend. Get a grip with your awful Rob matching skills. Huh!!!? Kristen with Mia Goth (2nd Left) at MET 2014.

The only thing that match is Kristen’s connection with Rob.  And more than half of the people in this photo like/admire/love Kristen (including the person taking the photo : Juliette Binoche)

So give up on shipping “anyone else but Kristen” with Rob already. RME

anonymous asked:

I've discovered a new pet peeve. Customers overshare, we all know that, and sometimes it's kinda annoying. But lately when a customer(usually a woman) overshares, her husband goes "why the hell you telling her? She doesn't care" in such a rude way that I keep talking to the woman longer out of spite. I know what being treated with little respect feels like, like hell I'm gonna let you treat your wife like that without some revenge so sit your ass, we're gonna chat for as long as we like.

It’s so petty, I love it.

Note: This is a little based on a dream I had last week, and a little based on @anicez-shamy‘s suggestion of punishment based on that dream. (It’s a little dirty, but not graphic.)

Sheldon checked his watch. It was nearly nine, so he knew he needed to put down the controller and get back across the hall. Amy was waiting for him. She probably looked delicious as she lounged on their bed waiting for him, and he couldn’t wait to see her.

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I’m very, VERY late to this ft promo thing but I don’t care tbh

So, I kinda just want more people to follow and have more stuff on my dash. Little introduction:

Hello! I’m Becky! I really love making fantrolls, I’ve been in the FT community since 2013. I don’t know much about homestuck anymore but I still love rping my fts ~

My most loved trolls are Dae, Romeda, Anatid, Sommat, Damavi and Fawnaa ✨

Please like/reblog this if you’re a fantroll blog and I’ll follow!

anonymous asked:

Pregnant MC with a lot of drama pls.

Gaah! This is super duper late and I am very sorry!! You didn’t really specify which characters you wanted me to write about so I’m only doing the RFA, if you want me to do the minor trio just say so ^^ I’m going to write so that they don’t know that MC is pregnant and how they react to the entire thing. ~Admin Luxray


Yoosung Kim:

-He noticed you were acting a little different to usual

-You were suddenly more hungry and your mood would change drastically

-At first he thought it was probably that time of the month but then he wondered after a while… Did he do something wrong?

-No… Not really, you weren’t avoiding him and you did act really clingy some of these days he wasn’t complaining though

-He found out when you told him one day though, he was really excited but at the same time once all the excitement died down a little… He was a little scared in all honesty.

-He loves children, don’t get him wrong but he doesn’t know how to take care of them?

-He reads a crap ton of books on pregnancies and how to be a good parent.

-Nevertheless when the baby arrives, he’s thrilled. He does everything he can to make them happy and he swears to himself that he’ll treasure the smiles and happy memories he’s making with the two of you.

-He’ll probably want more kids in the future though.

Zen/Hyun Ryu:

-Finds out in the most cliché way possible. You forgot your pregnancy test in the bathroom of your apartment and for some reason didn’t notice it. So when Zen came around to visit and saw it he was a bit torn?

-If it was his child then that’s great but, wouldn’t you have already told him by now? You both just finished eating dinner and you had more than enough time to tell him, didn’t you? But at the same time… It didn’t have to be his, it could belong to someone one else, maybe that’s why you weren’t telling him-

-No. He snapped out of it immediately, you weren’t like that.

-He walks back in the dining room and you’re look at him with a big smile but Zen grabs both of your hands and looks into your eyes.

-“I’m going to be a father?”

-“Zen… Yeah, you are. That’s actually why-”

-He cuts you off as he kisses you.

-He’s really supportive during the entire pregnancy, getting everything you need and handling all of your mood swings. You’re really just very grateful to him.

-And when the baby comes, he’s more than happy. He’s like a giddy toddler. His face lights up when he holds his daughter, whispering the name the two of you had chosen for her.

-“Welcome to this world, Ji-Yu Ryu…”

Baehee Kang:

-You told her you were going to have a child and she was so happy for you, she’s honestly the best to have around you as she tracks down everything for you. From all the food you eat to how much you crave things.

-Strangely enough after a while whenever you crave something she already has it, even if it’s super weird like a peanut butter and pickle sandwich with some cheese.

-If the father stays, that’s great, if they don’t then you may have to restrain her from kicking their ass.

-When your child is born she’ll try to offer as much help as she can give you and honestly it’s just the best.

-by the time they’re in kindergarten they know their twelve times tables

-Jaehee attends every single one of your child’s events with you, even at their graduation and is practically like a second mum to them.

Jumin Han:

-When you told him he froze a bit. He wasn’t sure how to react, what to say or what to do. -“MC are you sure? Are you sure we’re going to be parents?”

-“Yes, of course I am, silly!”

-He does everything in his power to ensure your pregnancy goes smooth and will even fret over every small thing you do. You could say that he’s just a tad worse than Zen.

-However he deals with everything perfectly, you want space? Alright. You want random hugs and kisses? He’s more than happy to comply.

-The first time Jumin holds your child though he begins to cry.

-He promises them that he’ll try to be a great father and will ensure that they’re happy and safe.

-For him there was nothing better than the small family you both you had begun.

707 / Luciel /Saeyoung:

-He was so busy with work, you didn’t have it in you to tell him. You were going to wait until he finished it.

-Unfortunately for you, Vanderwood knew you were pregnant whilst seven didn’t. But Vanderwood presumed that seven knew about the child you were bearing. So one day when he’s really done with seven he just lets it out.

-“Get your shit together! You’re still working on that and it’s been a week! Stop procrastinating and get on with it! Your wife is bearing your child for some reason dammit, shouldn’t you give her more attention than your fucking computer screen?!”

-Spits out Dr Pepper

-“W-what? Child..?”

-“Yes, you idiot. Your damn child.. Oh… Oh no… She didn’t tell you, did she?”

-Seven ignored the rest of his words though as he bolted out of the room and tackled you from behind, asking you why you never told him.

-“You were busy with work so-”

-He silenced you with his finger and gave you a serious look.

-“But you know I’ll always make time for you, right?”

-You nodded at him as he stole a kiss from your lips.

-Fast forward and you both have twins, much to Vanderwood’s dismay.

-Saeran is surprising really good with them and even offers to take care of them sometimes.

- Seven is a great father and teaches them about hacking and different languages. Your children are both geniuses like their father is.

-He’s eternally grateful to you and he makes sure you’re aware of that.

fandoms-stoll-my-life  asked:

Allies reacting to their underage daughter coming home drunk off her ass?

America: What? S/o? You told me you were going to play video games with your friends! shocked that his little girl would do something like that

England: You’re in big trouble Missy! First you come home late, but second you come home drunk. And you’re underage! I am ashamed in you. Get yourself to bed. We’ll wait for the morning when your head is pounding about to talk about punishments. When child is in bed he will just sigh in relief that they came home ok in that state.

France: I understand that you are young and want to have fun, but be careful. Who knows what could have happened to you. No more drinking for a long while, got it?

Russia: Hmmm? I told you not to drink until you are older. You disobeyed me. ^J^ Go sleep. Will take all their electronic for a week as punishment

China: AIYAAAA HOW COULD YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT DOING SOMETHING LIKE THAT! I THOUGHT I RAISED YOU RIGHT! YOU BRING DISHONOR ON ME, DISHONOR ON YOUR COW! GO TO BED ARU!

Canada: Oh maple. Will take care of her they can talk in the morning about punishments and all that stuff. Yelling at her now will do nothing cause she is drunk as a skunk.

spidey-mantom  asked:

Congratulations on 500, darling! My name is Kat, I'm 5'2", I have hazel eyes, medium length dirty blonde hair, and I'm very shy around people I don't know. I usually open up once I get to know them and know that I can trust them. I love to bake and have a great sense of humor. I love cuddling and watching movies. I'm also a sucker for little forehead and cheek kisses. I would like the blurb to be for Tom Holland and with the prompt number 59. "Did you use my cologne? You smell like me."

Thank you, Kat! I hope you like it! @spidey-mantom


“Did you use my cologne? You smell like me.“

“Kat, hurry up or we’ll be late!” Tom called from the foot of the stairs.

You rushed around the bedroom and connected bathroom in an attempt to find your pearl earrings while simultaneously brushing your teeth, toothpaste foaming out of your mouth.

“I’m going as fast as I can!” you responded through the minty froth. Tom had only been back home from Montreal for a day before he decided that he wanted to take you out for a nice dinner before he had to leave again.

Unfortunately, he’d only informed you of your reservation an hour before it was scheduled, leaving you scrambling to get ready in time.

“Kat!” he called again, checking his watch while you struggled to step into your heels and attach the backs to your earrings.

“Coming! I’m coming!” You rushed down the stairs, careful not to trip in your wobbling heels. When he caught sight of you from his spot by the door, his eyes widened, a sly smile gracing his features. 

“Well would you look at my girl. You look absolutely amazing, darling,” he grinned, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into his chest so he could place a light kiss against your forehead.

“Thanks, babe. You look handsome as always,” you replied with a smile, squeezing his coat-covered arms. 

He inhaled deeply, taking in your smell, and wrinkled his nose, catching a familiar scent that wasn’t exactly… yours. “Did you use my cologne? You smell like me.”

Your eyes widened, surprised that he’d caught you so easily. “Uhhh. No?” you said unconvincingly, embarrassed to have gotten caught.

“I think you are!” he responded, a sly glint in his eye. “You just can’t get enough of me, can you? You had to go and use my cologne and smell like me, too.”

“Did not! You’ll never prove it!” you exclaimed, pushing out of his grasp.

“Come on, pretty girl! Just admit it: you love how I smell,” he smirked, grabbing for your hand as you turned away.

“Fine, Tom. You smell… good. Sometimes. I guess,” you relented, crossing your arms over your chest and trying to suppress a smile. 

“Aha! I knew it!” he cheered, pulling you towards him again. “And for the record,” he whispered close to your ear, “I think you should wear my cologne more often.”


midtownsparker’s 500 follower celebration!

Those of you who follow my main blog probably know by now that I’ve experimented with printing stickers as of late… I made two printouts of my Zesty orchestra set, too, so here’s a little deal: the colours aren’t what I want them to be, and the printing quality isn’t excellent, but it’s not actually bad, either (and the paper feels so nice!), so I’m confident that they should bring you joy. I’d simply not charge full price for it. So, here’s a little offer from my end: I’m willing to give these away for much less money than I’d usually take, so chances are that you’d pay more shipping costs than actual money for the stickers, depending on where you live. Either that, OR, if you’d been considering a commission, I’d totally be willing to send you one of these sticker sets for free. Yes, even if it’s a digital art commission.

So if you’re interested, shoot me a message!

…I hope this is gonna be the last post about this particular sticker set that you’re ever gonna see from me.
I should totally make kimono sets and AU design sets, though. I will drown this world in chibi stickers.

PSA

Hello Lovelies!

I just wanted to let you all know if I am a little MIA or non-responsive to tags in the next few days, it’s only because I am in the process of finishing my next short story draft for publication! Yay! 

This means Balance and Rise Up may be a wee bit late this week, but should arrive by the weekend (let’s hope). 

Thanks for understanding, and once it’s ready, if anyone would be willing to review a copy of our new anthology that would be amazing!

Thanks!

Originally posted by bosque-negro-de-libros

Peter Parker x Reader

Sunny Day

Summary: Imagine catching Peter staring at you by your lockers. Based on this post from @steverogershield <3

Word Count: 818

Warnings: Bullying

A/N: Hey, sweethearts! I know I’m a little late with this one but here it is, I haven’t written in a while so I’m slowly getting used to it again but hope y’all like this one <3

[[ Midtown High School ]]


You sighed as the bell rang. Late. Again. Which probably meant they were gonna put you in detention. Again. As you were late anyways, you decided to take advantage of it and walked to your locker to grab some other books you were gonna need today. 

It was always busy in the halls but today it was rather quiet… but you hadn’t even finished that thought as Peter Parker and Flash Thompson came walking into the hallway. Well, you might want to consider the word walking again. 

‘‘Stop pushing me around, Flash!’‘ Peter said angrily, trying to struggle free from  his grip but it was a failed attempt. They instantly caught your attention. 

‘‘Sorry Parker but that’s not gonna happen,’‘ he pointed out, laughing loudly as he pushed him against a locker, looking him straight into his eyes. ‘‘Listen to me, Parker!’‘ he spit in his face. 

You stood there watching them, not being able to gather enough courage to stop Flash from bullying Peter. You felt bad for him but everytime it happened and you were dare, all you could do was watch and see how your crush got beaten up again by Flash and his boys. You never told Peter about your feelings for him, assuming you were better off like friends. At least, that was what you were told by your friends. They always said it was just a crush and it was never going to last long. Or that boys are stupid. But you knew Peter was different. 

Peter stood there, a little defeated as he waited for Flash to speak. ‘’What is it, Flash?’’ he asked but he already knew the answer. Every single day it was the same damn answer. 

‘‘Now you’re gonna give me your lunch money and you stay the hell away from my sister!’‘ he commanded and pushed Peter a little harder against the lockers which made you startle. 

‘‘Flash!’‘ you blurted out and then gasped, quickly covering your mouth with your hand. Uh-oh, too late now. 

Flash let go of Peter with one hand and slowly turned his head around, ‘’Yes, sis?” he said, raising his eyebrow. He hated it to be interrupted. 

‘‘Can you just please, for once… let go of Parker?’‘ you asked carefully and swallowed nervously, looking down. Flash huffed a little but listened to you. He knew you had a crush on him and he hated that but he loved you and so he let go. ‘’Only this once,’’ he murmured as he walked away to his class slowly, glancing at Peter one more time. 

Peter stayed quiet and waited until Flash was gone before walking to his locker, hiding behind it at first. You giggled softly, still busy with your books. 

After a few seconds, he glared behind his locker, looking at all your movements. He smiled and turned red but kept staring innocently at you but then you turned your head towards his direction and smiled widely. ‘’Morning, Parker!’’ you cheered and waved shyly at him before turning back to your locker. 

He wanted to say something back but you didn’t give him a chance. ‘’Cat got your tongue?’’ you asked in a teasing tone, closing your locker. When he stayed silent, you laughed. ‘’Just kidding, Peter…’’ you assured him and came closer. 

Peter smiled softly and scratched his neck. ‘’Goodmorning,’’ he started and looked up to your eyes which made him stutter. ‘’I-I… I just wanted to thank you. For keeping Flash away from me. I know he’s your brother so it must be hard but-’’

You rolled your eyes fondly and grabbed his hand which made his knees weaken. ‘’Come on, I wanna show you something!’’ you said happily and dragged him along. He could barely keep up as he followed you. ‘’Wait, are we… are we gonna skip class?’’ he asked curiously but you ignored him as you dragged him outside. 

When you finally stood stil suddenly, he bumped against you and before he could apologize, you kissed him carefully, smiling against his lips. ‘’Yes, we’re skipping class,’’ you whispered in his ear. 

Peter was speechless and opened his mouth but nothing came out and before he knew it, you were walking towards the gates of the school, grabbing the key from the car your dad gave to you. 

‘‘Y/N, what are we-’‘

As you pushed the button on your key, the doors to your Mercedes opened and suddenly Peter couldn’t move his legs anymore. ‘’Are we gonna do what I think we’re gonna do?’’ he asked and you placed a finger on his lips. ‘’Shhh, less speaking, more driving,’’ you said, biting your lip. 

Soon, the both of you were sitting in the car, Peter in the passengers seat but he wasn’t complaining at all. ‘’Hope you got insurance,’’ you murmured and laughed before you kissed Peter and drove off to the beach. 

anonymous asked:

what about a scenario where I'd a has a fem/so that used to be a villain before they got whipped by a hero and was put into UA to help reform them, and Iida's always there to provide moral support and in general mom all over them whenever they accidentally start to fall back on old habits?

Honestly, this seems like one of the most Iida-esque things I have read in awhile. I got so excited to write it. He’s such a lovely little rule-bound baby and needs to be protected at all costs. It somehow ended up a little angsty. 

¯\_(ツ)_/¯  Hope this is okay.

Quick note: because this is a scenario, I skipped over the expository stuff. You can probably fill in the blanks yourself, but let me know if you want a prologue, I guess?

Iida x Ex-Villain!Reader

You awake to the sound of your dorm room being kicked open, creating a loud bang against the wall. “You will not be late to class again!” A voice yells out, heavy footsteps pounding toward you. You lazily roll over to be greeted by the face of your class president, Iida Tenya. He is standing far too close for your comfort.

“Yeah, yeah, I got it,” you moan, kicking the covers toward your ankles. “Can you please, not crowd me?” You shove him away from your bed and swing your legs over the side, feet touching the floor.

“You must hurry, you only have 20 minutes until class starts and it is always best to be 10 minutes early!” He declares, arms flailing haphazardly. He fumbles around your room, pulling your uniform out of the wardrobe, your bag off a chair, and various other goods scattered around the room, offering them to you. You raise an eyebrow.

“You really shouldn’t snoop around a girl’s room so much,” you quip.

“This is an exception!” He declares, arms waving ridiculously again. “Now, seize the day!”

“Alright, alright,” you groan. “You have to get out though so I can change.” You point to the door that remains wide open. “Go.” Iida blushes and scurries out of the room, closing the door behind him gently. He remains just outside will you quickly get ready, occasionally knocking on the door for status updates. A few minutes later, you emerge from the room completely ready.

“Now, we need to run!” He yells to you. “We do not want to be late.”

You groan tiredly. Sprinting to class is one of the last things you wanted to do first thing in the morning. “Carry me?” You requested, large eyes looking up at him hopefully.

“No, a proper student arrives at class of their own volition!”

“But, you’re much faster than me and you don’t want one student making the class look bad by being late, do you..?” You whine, intentionally appealing to his teacher’s pet personality.

He scrunches his eyebrows before nodding vigorously. “Yes, climb on my back, we do not want anyone late to class!”

“Yay!” you pip happily, jumping up onto the president’s back. He grunts slightly but bursts off speedily without saying a word.

Later ~

You sit in class, lazily twirling a strand of your hair while Aizawa-sensei drones on about the upcoming exam. You aren’t worried about the written part of the exam, as you tend to absorb any information easily, and there aren’t any curveballs they could through for the combat section. At least not any you aren’t prepared for. After a few minutes, he announces that the class may go back to the dorms and everyone anxiously chatters about the exam. You overhear conversations of meets up for tutoring, intense studying, and stress. Out of one ear, you hear Kaminari squeal “be careful with your words!” to Todoroki.

“Hey, if you want…” you mumble, wandering over to him. “I could help you study?” Kaminari perks up at the suggestion, a relieved smile on his face. However, before he can say anything, another voice cuts into the conversation.

“What could a shitty villain like you do?” Bakugo hisses, leaning back in his chair. “You don’t know jack-shit about being a hero.” The words cut you and you narrow your eyes bitterly.

“I know enough about heroes to recognize that you would be a terrible one,” you spit back, blood boiling. Your classmates eye you and Bakugo, worry painted across their faces.

“You wanna fight, you bitch?!” Bakugo screams, flinging himself upright, palms sparking.

“Hell yeah, I do,” you respond, your hair floating up around you, hardening into spikes. “I’ll bring you down a few pegs.”

The two of you face each other, geared and ready to fight, but before either of you has a chance to strike, a loud voice bursts in between you.

“Stop it! Stop!” Iida yells, throwing himself between you and Bakugo. He extends an arm toward each of you, attempting to calm the mood. “Proper heroes do not fight each other out of spite!” Bakugo narrows his eyes, uttering a loud “tch.” You, on the other hand, are not so easily moved.

“Who said I ever wanted to be a hero?” You blurt out, fuming. “These fucking rules are so frustrating!” The words are spilling out of your mouth, faster than you can contain them. “All they do is leave you heroes a step behind us!” You freeze. Oh no.

“Did you just align yourself with villains?” Yaoyorozu murmurs, eyes wide.

“I fucking knew this bitch was still a villain!” Bakugo screams. “Let me kill her!”

Your eyes burn, pupils dilated. “I-I-I,” you sputter, not sure how to get the words out. The entire class stares at you hesitantly. The heavy mood fills the air like a thick cloud of smoke. It’s too much for even you. You sprint out of the room.

As you run, your hair settles back to its natural texture, flowing behind you. Tears stream down your face and tiny sobs burst out of you occasionally. Finally, you end up outside the dorms, underneath your favorite maple tree. Your legs give way and you sink to the ground, shoulder wracked with grief. You don’t want to be a villain anymore and you hadn’t wanted to let your emotions take hold of you like that, but you just couldn’t help yourself. Old habits die hard.

As your sobs fade to meager sniffs, you notice someone shuffling toward you. You quickly wipe your eyes on your sleeve and choke down any remaining sadness. The person kneels down next to you and you look over to see a familiar four-eyed face. “Pres,” you choke out quietly. He places a gentle hand on your back. “I didn’t mean to- I don’t want to- I-” you struggle to find the right words, everything you say sounding like a useless excuse.

“I know,” he murmurs. “You’re not a villain anymore.” He strokes your shoulder softly. “You only said it because it’s become a habit. You didn’t mean anything by it.” His words come out soft and kind, unlike any other time he speaks to you. You nod weakly. “It’s going to take time to fully get you on the right track, but don’t worry,” he pauses to grin broadly at you. “I’m right here with you.”

anonymous asked:

I didn't know you existed until Tricksterxangel posted to you and then I went through and looked at your blog and it's GREAT! What's this celebration thing though!?! I came to the party late

Welcome to my little corner of tumblr.  I’m glad you like it so far!

You can find the post for the celebration announcement HERE

But in a nutshell, I will be opening requests for drabbley-oneshots Halloween weekend where people can choose from a list of dark!characters, prompts, and pick one of the five senses for me to work with to celebrate Halloween and me gaining 666 followers.  That and I’m so far in the dark!Gabe trash right now and finding side tunnels to Souless!Sam, Dark!Gad, and others along the way…

Also guys, I realized I forgot Dark!Chuck.  HOW DID I FORGET ABOUT CHUCK?!?!

Fun Times?

Rules:  Answer all the questions below, then tag 20 people you would like to get to know better. 

Tagged by: @prettykitty473 Holla.

Nickname: On Tumblr people call me “Preacher” but I consider that more of an alias than a nickname, so alas! None.

Gender: Female, sometimes. 

Star Sign: Scorpio. I’m a Sagittarius cusp though. 

Height: 5″8. I wish I was six-foot, but it’s a little late for a growth spurt.

Sexuality: Pansexual. 

Hogwarts House: Slytherin, eyyyyy. 

Favourite Animal: That’s a hard one, because I really love crows? Like, I baby talk them whenever I see them around. But I also really love coyotes, komodo dragons, and snakes. So. 

Average Hours Spent Sleeping: Depends. Is it a work day? If it is, five. If it’s not a work day and it’s a weekday and nobody else is home, 7-12. If it’s the weekend or other people are home, 6-7. I have a whole system.

Dogs or Cats: Reptiles.

Number of Blankets I Sleep With: Currently three, because it gets cold in the evenings.

Dream Trip: Space! But, uh. Unlikely. I’d really love to be able to join the Mars colony, but I wasn’t old enough to sign up when they were taking applicants–plus I’m not in shape for something like that. But it is my dream trip.

Dream Job: This might sound like a dream job that a little kid might have, but I have always wanted to be a prima ballerina. Unfortunately, when I younger (and in ballet) I fell, cracked my knee and ankle–it’s never healed correctly, so I’ll never be able to dance on it again, and have to wear a brace when I run or stand for too long. C’est la vie, I suppose. 

When I made this account: Um. I don’t know, actually? 2013-2014? I honest go to god couldn’t tell you off the top of my head. 

Why I made this account:  This was originally an art blog, actually. Like, drawings and stuff. But not anymore XD

 Number of followers: 1183. Speaking of, I’m doing a giveaway soon, my lovely little lambs (can I call you lambs) so keep your eyes peeled.

MBTI type: I literally just took this for the first time. INTJ. 

I’m going to tag some people now. Can’t say they’ll be twenty though XD

@iguanamouth @ivory-kitten @inline-vandal @smartydragon @insomniac-penguin @roboticspacecase @cinnamidget @tearingbooks @lovelessnightfall @karkat-protection-squad @female-zeref @oilux and whomever wants to do it!

The universe didn’t seem to want me to draw today, but it was too good of an episode I just couldn’t not draw something 

We're Already Married

So, I am supposed to be working on a chapter of a story and an angsty oneshot. But this fluffy drabble had to be written. It just had to.
——–


               “Draco, we need to talk.” Lucius told his son firmly as he and Narcissa walked into the room.

                “Mhm. Go ahead.” Came the little three-year-old’s distracted voice.

                Lucius rolled his eyes before stepping behind his son and peering down. “What in heaven’s name is that?”

                That had Narcissa circling the table and looking at her son’s face. His tongue was peeking out of his lips, eyes were narrowed in concentration while brows were furrowed and he seemed to be drawing something on a spare piece of parchment. She blinked uncertainly at the pure disaster of scribbles that were everywhere. If it wasn’t supposed to be a ball of rubbish, she honestly had no idea what her son was attempting to draw.

                “It’s Dobby. Can’t you tell?” Draco looked up with a wobbly lip and sad eyes as he pointed across the room to the house elf. As if the thought of it not looking like Dobby was a disaster.

                Lucius looked over for the first time and noted that the elf was in an odd pose with an apple balancing on his forehead.

                At his arched brows, Dobby hurried to explain. “Master Draco asked Dobby to be his muse.”

                “Is that so?” Lucius drawled with a heavy sigh. “Draco, you can’t order Dobby to play with you.”

                “Why not?”  

                Patience was not Lucius’ strong suit. He looked to the ceiling briefly before shaking his head. “We will have this conversation at a later date. There are more important things to discuss.”

                Draco hummed a little before looking up with wide eyes. “Am I in twouble? If so, Dobby did it.”

                A soft surprised noise emitted from the elf and Narcissa couldn’t help but laugh lightly. “No, you aren’t in trouble and don’t blame Dobby for things he didn’t do.”

                “Sowwy.” Draco apologized as he looked down at his hands.

                “Sorry.” Lucius corrected. For some reason, pronouncing R’s were hard for his son.

                Draco’s brows were pinched in confusion. “That’s what I said.”

                “No, you said—” Lucius paused as he decided to let it go. “Nevermind. What I have been trying to tell you is that we have come to discuss a pureblood tradition with you.”

                That had Draco’s expression souring. “No thanks.”

                Narcissa covered her mouth as she tried muffling her laughter. Salazar, she loved her son.

                “Draco.” The hard tone of his voice had his son straightening up and giving him a serious look. Finally.

                “When you come of age, you will be drawn into a marriage contract. This is something that most purebloods do and it is a standing tradition of the Malfoy family.” Lucius shot is wife a look when she crossed her arms. He knew that she didn’t agree and wanted Draco to find his own spouse but that wasn’t the plan.

                “I’m alweady mawried.” Draco interrupted excitedly!

                Lucius blinked rapidly. “You want to run that by me again?”

                “Hawwy asked me to mawwy him today! I said I would if he let me have his pudding. He did!”

                “And who pray tell is Hawwy?” Lucius shuddered at the pronunciation.

                “Hawwy is my best fwriend. He has pwetty eyes and he said I do too! We are mawried.”

                Narcissa smirked at her husband. “You hear that? He’s already married. Looks like that marriage contract is moot.”

                “Narcissa, you can’t possibly—”

                She stood up rapidly, holding out her hand for her son to take. “I can and I will. You want to explain to your son why he can’t marry his best friend? Because if so, you can deal with the aftermath.”

                Draco looked between them rapidly. “But…” His eyes filled with tears. “We alweady mawried.” The sniffle he released had Lucius closing his eyes. “Tomorrow’s the anni- anniver-” He scrunched up his nose as he looked to Narcissa for help.

                “Anniversary?” She offered picking him up and holding him close.

                Draco nodded rapidly as he wiped his eyes. “Yes. I want to give him a gift.”

                Narcissa smiled softly. “How about we go see if we can have one of the house elves cook him something. What kind of desserts does he like?”

                “Tweacle tawrt.”

                Lucius watched his wife and son walk out of the room with a shake of his head. He looked over and noticed that Dobby was still in the same awful pose. “Cease that at once.”

                When the elf let out a noise of relief, Lucius rolled his eyes. “What are the chances that I’ll get my way in the end?”

                He knew that Dobby couldn’t lie to him, so he was interested in hearing the response.

                The *pop* of the elf’s departure was heard and it had Lucius putting his face in his hands. “That’s what I was afraid of.”


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