The thing about Damianos Akielos is that he is a Hot Commodity. There’s probably a 30 page waiting list out there of people who want a chance to date him. The only problem is that since the age of fourteen, he’s never been single for more than a week. A week!
“He sounds great,” the bartender says, polishing a glass. Laurent realises that he’s been speaking out loud. He is drunk. He also realises that this bartender - Rick, or Mick, or Mike, or whatever his nametag says, words are a little blurry at this point - doesn’t realise the magnitude of the situation at hand.
He looks at his hand curiously, he’s always had a ring? He can’t remember.
“Yeah.” The guy comes back into the bedroom, helps Stiles sit up and drink some water. “It’s your wedding ring.”
“I’m married?” He yells, making the guy flinch. “I’m married!” He looks between his ring and the guy with pretty eyes in front of him. Oh, no. “I’m married.” He repeats, sadly. He doesn’t want to be married!
“Are you – crying?” The guy asks, reaches out to touch Stiles’ face.
“I don’t wanna be married!” He cries out. “I wanna marry you.”
“A lot of times the ‘markings’ were common, simple things you said to strangers all the time. ‘Excuse me’; 'thank you’; 'hello’. Some got extremely romantic things like 'it’s you isn’t it? I’ve been waiting for you’ or 'Wow you’re really pretty’. And they were always the first words their soulmate would ever say to them.
Of course, having 'You are the fucking worst kind of person in the world’ tattooed down your side, didn’t bode well. How fucked up was Stiles Stilinski that even his fucking Soulmate hated him? High School had been a special kind of hell when all the kids learned what his tattoo said—despite his best efforts to keep it a secret.”
Derek was the one that brought Stiles dinner when he knew Stiles had forgotten, and Derek was the one that massaged Stiles’ feet when he was stressed. When they watched a movie, Stiles snuggled up against him, and Stiles trusted Derek enough to fall asleep on his shoulder. When Stiles woke up in the middle of the night screaming, Derek was the one that held until he fell back asleep, and in return, Stiles would help him count his fingers when Derek wasn’t sure if he was awake.
Stiles is wiping down the counters and humming California Gurls to himself when the bell above the door chimes and Derek walks in. The next notes of the song get stuck in his throat and he freezes. Stiles shouldn’t be surprised, really. The rest of the pack have already been by to visit him, even Jackson. Of course, Boyd was the only person Stiles ended up giving a free drink to, much to their disappointment. So what if he had favorites? How could he not when Boyd was the one to get him ComiCon tickets?
Derek swaggers up to the counter Stiles is stationed behind, because that’s the only way Derek apparently knows how to walk. He’s wearing a maroon knitted sweater today that looks unfairly cozy. Stiles slaps his own hand down from reaching out and touching the fabric because that would be weird. Although slapping yourself might be weirder. Oh well.
Derek’s as straight as a ruler and he’s totally okay with that. He’s also okay with Stiles being as straight as a bendable squiggly straw. Or at least he thought he was. Recent events have him wondering if he’s secretly some sort of homophobe, and it’s seriously starting to affect his and Stiles’ relationship in a bad way.
Danny looked at him as if he were crazy, ‘It means he wants to ride the dick Stiles.’ He said slowly, as if talking to the mentally insane.
‘Ride the dick, my dick?’ Stiles asked weakly.
‘Figuratively speaking of course, Derek looks more like a topper to me. And you, my friend, are a twink of the most twinkiest standards, but I’m not one to judge.’
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ Stiles admitted, finding himself in a weird crouch-like stance that he apparently now adopts when he’s overwhelmed about finding out Derek Hotcakes wants to bone him three ways to Sunday.
Derek’s badly in need of hugs, Stiles decides shortly before Halloween. His pack is secure and stable, but he still hovers on its edges, as though not quite sure where he belongs. Will the magic of Halloween night, and a cherished Stilinski tradition, be enough to lift that weight off his shoulders?
WARNINGS: Rape/Non-con, Underage, mentions of child abuse.
(Not gonna lie, this fic hit me really hard. Its very brutal and you will cry most likely. PLEASE make sure to read the warnings before reading this fic, if any of the warnings are triggers to you, then please dont read this.)
“Afternoon Sheriff, sir, what can I do you for?” he might as well try for innocence.
Something definitely wasn’t right though. He took a deep breath in through his nose. That scent…it didn’t smell like John Stilinski, if anything else, despite some of the layers being different, scents change as a person gets older and there were some he didn’t recognise, but the core of it? It smelt like-
“Holy shit! Derek Hale!”
Stiles was the Sheriff? Derek did not see that one coming.
(In which Derek returns to Beacon Hills after fourteen years away)
Stiles has only ever wanted to protect his family and his pack. That’s not easy to do when you’re human and sarcasm is your only defense. Now Deaton is telling Stiles he’s a spark, and if that’s a weapon in his arsenal, he’s sure as hell going to learn to use it.
All Stiles needs now, to complete his transformation into a true badass, is a training montage and a decent soundtrack…
“That’s how he knew where Erica and Boyd were.” He growled and stood to pace the length of the apartment. Melissa observed quietly while he processed and silently picked him apart. He was obviously possessive and protective but his facial expressions and motions were harsh, a bit wild, just a touch of the wolf showing in the man. Finding out that Derek was a werewolf had almost made a kind of poetic sense.
“I’d guess. I don’t know what happened with them. I know they died.” She reached out and placed a hand on Derek’s forearm. He went totally still like a rabbit caught in the eyes of a fox and stared at her. “I’m sorry.”
“Wh–¬what ?” he just blinked at her, still totally frozen.
When Laura Hale died, she left behind a daughter, Maggie. Stiles (and his dad) have been caring for Maggie since the night Laura disappeared. Unbeknownst to Stiles, however, Maggie’s a werewolf, and she’s bonded with Stiles. Which means he feels extra protective when Peter Hale appears on the scene. (He may have also developed a little crush on Maggie’s uncle, the silent and brooding Derek Hale. Who said Stiles’ life was boring?)
“So, I’m Stiles.” he smiled warmly once he had put his unannounced patient down on the exam table. “I will poke and prod you a little bit to check for internal injuries, those that I can’t see because they’re inside you, and some of it might hurt but it will pass, I promise. I will tell you everything I’m about to do and why I’m doing it so just stay calm and this will go like a breeze, okay?”
Now, Stiles wasn’t stupid in any way, shape or form, he knew a were when he saw one… although he had obviously never seen a werecat before, and definitely not one as young as this one.
When death, in the form of hunters, comes for a family of Kelpies seeking refuge in the Preserve - in Hale territory - the Hale Pack is too late to save them. Before he dies, the male Kelpie presses a precious bundle into Stiles’ arms and begs the Emissary to take responsibility for it, which an initially reluctant Stiles does. When he agreed, Stiles had no idea what the sight of him with a baby would do to his esteemed Alpha, Derek. If he’d known, he might not have been so reluctant to agree.
In which Stiles goes along with one of Derek’s plans and ends up in an alternate universe as a result. He should’ve known better. He did know better, actually, and that means he has no one to blame but himself.
“Laura wants to lure the kid in with food and kindness and make a pet of him, like a feral cat. Derek wants to have him arrested for stalking. They’re at an impasse. (And the rest of the family is staying emphatically out of it in a way that suggests bets have been placed.)”
“They call him the Feral Wolf.” The man laughs hysterically as Stiles backs away from him, fear coursing through his veins. “Feral Hale. Do you know why? Huh?” The man creeps closer, testing the restraint of his chains, white talcum falling from his skin, swirling in the air like the dust devils plaguing the wasteland. “Because he’s fucking mad.”
Or the one where Stiles is a prisoner looking to return home, but to do so, he may have to rely on a questionable drifter.
Stiles leaves Beacon Hills in the dust after he catches his husband cheating on him.
He finds his way to New York where he starts working for the Hale House Nursery, accidentally adopts a werewolf baby (through no fault of his own thank-you-very-much), and somehow starts training to be an Exorcist Emissary. So, in general, life was going good.
Then he hears that demons have found their way into his hometown. Can he face his inner demons and go back to save the day?
Stiles was lonely; there was no other way of putting it. The Nogitsune had left the pack a wary of him, not that they thought it had been his fault. No, they worried it would happen again. Once bitten, twice shy. The morning after his 18th birthday, his torso was covered in mysterious green tattoos. He hadn’t been that drunk. He’d definitely remember that. Great. Something else to make him feel like a freak. Insomnia led him to his mother’s diary and a tale of how she helped an odd man once who gave her the warning, “Be careful of your wishes three.“ Everything clicked into place. So…he was a djinni. He subtly changed things about himself. More muscle? Done. Better hair? Done and done. End his crippling insecurity? Done, done, done. He hid his new gift until he found himself bound to Derek. With Deaton’s help, they translated meanings in his tattoos, but they were incomplete. A passage of his 'Rules and Regulations’ was missing. Everything was fine dandy until Stiles’ new powers and penchant for mischief and karmic retribution threatened to destroy him, fracture his mind, and turn him into something which couldn’t be contained. Could the pack save him in time, and at what price?
While still suffering from the after effects of the Nogitsune, Stiles and the pack stumble upon and save a trapped fairy. The boy’s parents, not wanting to be in the pack’s debt, offer each member of the pack who assisted in the rescue, the opportunity to bring a loved one back from the dead.
Having been blissfully reunited with several of their once-lost friends and family members, everyone must work together to figure out how to function as a new pack, and how to defeat a new incoming threat.
Stiles is leaving. For good if he has any say in it. He gave everything to them and received nothing in return, so who can blame him for wanting to leave and find his place in the world. Apparently? Everyone and their uncle.
January seventh. Seven days since the start of 2015, and seven days since his father’s death.
The bastard, he thinks bitterly. The past year Derek Hale had made it blatantly obvious that he hated his scrawny guts, taking every given opportunity to shove him up against a wall, growl threats in his ears and roll his eyes whenever he stepped into the room, muttering some snide comment about how spastic or idiotic he was.
You were putting on mascara when your phone buzzed, letting you know of an incoming text. It was probably one of the friends who were meeting up later at the small bar near campus. You swiped when you recognized Minah’s name, your best friend who you had invited along. Your exams and being so busy with your boyfriend had made you neglect your best friend lately and you made her promise to join tonight.
the following scenario is based on the traditional storyline. please keep note that there are many different versions of the story, and not just the disney one.
ok so you’re the mermaid/merman (your preference) who adores humans bc like it’s so cool they have legs?? the idea of having legs and being on land just FASCINATES you and you’re sneaking around the shores to watch humans
and one day you’re just swimming on the surface and saying hi to the cute seagulls when you notice the sky turning dark and the clouds getting shady so like it was basically time to go
but just then you notice a ship floating like nowhere cLOSE to the shore
even though mermaids were always called a myth and you’d get chewed out if anyone saw ur tail you’re like…I need to save them >:((
and so you swim over to save the poor souls when suddenly rain just started POURING and the winds picked up out of nowhere and then you saw a body fall into the sea
you’re like oh shIT and suddenly accelerated in water to save the poor soul
you eventually find him and you get rly alarmed bc he isn’t struggling or anything he’s just kinda lifelessly sinking
you grab him and basically turn into an underwater jet bc you’d never swam so fast no not even when your mermaid mom told you dinner was ready
getting him to shore was so difficult because 1) the human was heavy and 2) you had no legs so you had to crawl to get far enough onto land
the dude (seongwoo if y’all didn’t realize yet) still wasn’t moving and you were panicking like??? he shouldn’t be dead yet
you do the mermaid version of cpr which was to….press your lips against his to suck all the seawater out of him
a minute later you start getting dizzy because you’re getting too dry so you had to crawl back into the sea…and you proceed to go back home but you just…couldn’t get that man out of your head….
meanwhile a princess from a different country visiting seongwoo’s found him collapsed on the beach and shook him awake and seongwoo’s like…what happened??
let’s call the princess rika like that snake from mystic messenger
rika told him that she “”saved”” him from drowning and he’s like…oh and that’s what she ends up telling the his father aka the KING and rumors spread around the palace like crazy like everyone was like damn they probably gonna get married now
meanwhile on yOUR END you were swimming towards the sea witch’s domain to ask for a pair of legs because after being on land and feeling the frustrations of being unable to stay for too long you REALLY wanted to become a human
the sea witch asks for your voice in exchange which was…a huge price
your singing is like the only thing that anyone’s ever praised you for so giving it up would be the same as tossing away half of your identity but…u know what, in the human world no one’s gonna know u anyway
so she casts a spell and gives you the legs u wanted and then shoots u out of the sea
after you get to shore and struggle to get the hang of walking for like 7 hours you pick up some rags to cover yourself bc that stupid witch didn’t give u any clothes
you just want to explore the village and ur getting looks bc wtf ur wearing some dirty rags with sand all over and wobbling like jello but u don’t rly care
suddenly you find a boy aka sEONGWOO in a quiet part of the area just…dancing and you were like!!! oh my gOD that’s amazing how can his legs and arms move like that…
BECAUSE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH but of course no one could love him as much as Remus does
Like can you just imagine what Sirius felt when he found out he was disowned by his family because damn that must have hurt a fuck ton. It doesn’t matter if he hates them—they’re still family. And maybe, just maybe, he had been hoping against hope that they would change, no matter how impossible it may be, because Sirius Black is one arrogant little shit. But instead they disown him, forced his brother to immediately cut off all sorts of contact with him, and he was all alone again, but this time it was for real.
Because him being blasted off the family tree meant that no one stood up to defend his name in his absence. No one in his family gave a fuck about him, as they all stood there, assembled in the room, silently watching Wulburga Black exile her eldest son from the bloodline.
And, god, it hurt so damn much. The worst part? He had to act like everything was all dandy, because if he didn’t, people would start asking questions, and eventually, everyone would find out about it. And he didn’t want that. So he smiled and laughed and joked about, but there was always an ever present aching in his chest. He was getting quite used to it, actually, smiling through the pain. Because that’s all he ever learned to do when he had nothing left.
But Remus, oh, sweet Remus, he saw through the façade. He saw the the way his smile never truly reached his eyes, the carefully concealed pain behind his lighthearted words, the way Sirius would space out more than usual. Remus knew something was wrong, but if Sirius didn’t feel like telling him yet, then he wouldn’t prod for answers. All he needed to do was be there and make sure that Sirius knew this as well. And he did. Sirius definitely noticed that Remus joked about around him more often, and that the lycanthrope made sure that they were almost always somehow touching—a hand on the small of his back, an arm slung around his shoulder, hands brushing against his ever so lightly, and tight, crushing hugs—and he tried not to break down every time Remus gave him a warm smile, or when he would kindly correct Sirius’ mistakes instead of laughing at them.
Then Sirius had stumbled across the Common Room, drunk and pissed at the late hours of the night when no one else was awake, except for, of course, Lupin, who was leaning against the wall near the fireplace, waiting for his friend to come back. And he just blew up, shouting god forsaken shit at the other boy, calling him names and so much more, and he knew he had hurt Remus—he fucking knew, and it broke him, because he was actually saying them to himself more—but Remus never left his side.
“Are you finished?” he had asked, his face devoid of any emotion. When Sirius didn’t answer, the prefect strode over toward him, hands casually tucked inside the pockets of his pyjama shorts. “If you were trying to get to me, Pads, it didn’t really work, because I should have you know that most of those things you’ve said, I’ve been saying to myself. I know that you’re trying to push me away, but I’m a stubborn bastard, so you better learn to accept that and let me help you, or I’m not going to stop trying.”
And Sirius broke down, because finally—finally—someone cared. He didn’t give a bloody fuck if that sounded selfish, but after years of being raised to become perfect, to be someone he wasn’t, and have people care about him because of that image, he just snapped. All the years of pain and tiredness had come flooding out and he didn’t even protest as Remus enveloped him in a hug, murmuring comforts into his ears, and basically just becoming the anchor that Sirius needed so desperately because everything was always being taken away from him, and he knew that he needed something permanent—something stable and real and just there.
And that was Remus.
I’m so weak right now because of this wowza but I dont know how this turned into a Wolfstar post but I also really love Remus Lupin??? Also I don’t get why Lupin’s often projected as innocent and strict but with a good sense of humor so I just want to point out that he’s a stubborn and mischievous ass too ok bye
Hey guys! This is Amiya. I know this is very sudden, but Ive been thinking about this for a very long time now. I promise myself to post this once i reached 10k and it’s time…… I am officially closing “Jihanlife”. This includes mmeanielife, verkwanlife, and jicheollife……
I dont even know how to write this without getting emotional ahahahah.
Being a part of this community is an eye opening experience. Unexceptionally. It gave me more than what ive asked for. All i wanted is a place to store jisoo and jeonghan photos. but then i met you guys and made alot amazing friends, supports, and love. OVERWHELMING LOVE. I was able to show my arts and edits and gain alot of skills through the process. Overtime the purpose of “jihanlife” had changed. It is now to spread the love and share out seventeen information to you guys. To make people learn more about seventeen and gather together as a fandom and i think my job is done here. I’ve complete my goals. Over this past 2 years, Im so glad to be able to make you guys happy. The best part of tumblr is that i can really connect with you guys like no other platform could. I love answer your question funny or serious. i love making shit post. i lovelovelove many thing about this place. it makes me feel warm and welcoming everyday. A year ago, i cant imagine leaving this place. “Jihanlife” mean so much to me…………
Now to the hard part….. as to “why im leaving…”
The closing of jihanlife (tumblr) does not mean the ending of my love toward seventeen. Don’t worry. I’m not leaving seventeen or this fandom any time soon. I’ve been in this fandom since before they debut. I’m WAY to invested in seventeen. It’s too late to turn back now ahahah. Perhaps I even love them more that ever and will always do. But there are some reasons why i decided to leave…. and im gonna keep it very real.
1. I cant keep up with my blog. I cant work like i did before. My normal routine is to upload EVERY SINGLE PHOTOS of jisoo and jeonghan onto this blog EVERYDAY. and I run this blog alone. Once i missed a day. Its hard for me to go back and reupload it. Sometime it can take up to 6-8 hours per day. And thats just too much. I know i dont have to upload every single photos out there but its just my thing you know. and it starts to become a burden to me. Almost like task i need to complete. It starts to feel like work instead of hobby. I somehow pressure myself into it and i started to “hate” this blog. Someday it left my heart heavy and i want to get it off…….
2. Unpleasant personal experiences with fansites. Ive been in the fandom for sometime now. For 3-4 years. I know things and experience things that are fairly unpleasant. Something most people dont know about and i wish you will never know.. ever. Since then, i dont feel the same. It’s hard to explain you directly but it is what it is. I really do wish i havent experienced those negative stuff but it hit me hard and yep life is life. Shit happened once in a while and its okay. i get it. i get over it. moved on. But little bit little, I lose that motivation, I gave them those “maybes”. The will to run this blog as energetic as before, its slowly disappearing. i highly respect fansites. I was one before (and pls dont dig up my history lol its ancient). It takes alot of time, money, effort, and passion. Since this blog is highly involved with fansites. I gave them credibility of their works, respect their works and understand their tricky circumstances that most people wont understand, but unfortunately Ive never recieve any form for mutual respect and instead an “unpleasant” experiences. Dont get me wrong, there are alot of good fansites out there. Ones that respect you as a human being. But Im just never lucky to met/known ones. It sucks. (At the end, you do you. Me do Me. Im good. No hard feelings <3 )
3. It’s time. You know when you do so many cooking to the point that you can just tell by instinct that your chicken is cooked. No? me neither. I dont cook lol. All jokes a side, i really mean it. I just feel it is the best time to leave it like this and move on.
4. I’m Confused. There are alot happening in my life right now and im confused. So I need to make the decision and cut something out. A huge sacrifice. Jihanlife is my life and i love it so much. Ive worked on it so so hard 24/7 for the past 2 years but we need to make that decision to move on. Maybe I just need a break. Sorry for not being able to do this anymore…. Im so sorry…..
5. I ate too many gummies bear. I ate too many gummies bear. I ran out. I need to buy a new jar. so i cant blog. (lol)
Im not gonna deactivate this blog (yet). Im gonna leave it like that because damn i worked on it everyday for the past 2 years for nothing ahahahh . If you guys want to check out old photos of Jihan. You can still swim in the archive!
After I posted this in my blog, ill be here for the next 48 hrs before permanently leaving. So i can answer and talk to you guys <3
Even though im leaving tumblr but you still can find me screaming about seventeen, retweeting Jihan photos, doing this same shit on
Follow my personal life! You can stalk me on youtube and IG. I just started a youtube channel! Yes im moving from tumblr to youtube now ahhahha. I have alot planned ahead and it would be nice to have my friend here go along on a journey with me! <33 im not quite sure with the content yet but im trying! So Join the Journey to the wildness of random shit LOL! So stay tune!!!
It has been an amazing and precious experience. Truly. I hope you guys will keep continue loving seventeen and support them and yeah i hope you guys will do amazing…. as always. I will always be there for you even if im not in here anymore. Thank you for being so kind and caring to me. Thankyou for cheering me up when im down. Thankyou for adoring my work. Thankyou for being positive. Thank you for making this place a special place <3
This has been Amiya. Thank you for having me. Be kind, stay humble, believe unicorn and eat alot of cotton candy. I love you all.
Your day had gone to complete shit by noon. Working in the local diner in Charming California had it’s ups and downs. Days like today it was nothing but down. You were getting the worst tips. Customers had been rude and treated you like less that human all day. You guys were short handed and your boss was being a complete ass to the few of you there not caring who saw or heard. You had had enough. Between this and your home life you were ready to scream.
Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam Word count: 1,196 Warnings: Angst, swearing Request: Can I request a Dean fic with an insecure reader who’s pulling away bc they don’t think they deserve him (and thinks they’re disposable)! Maybe even incorporating something along the line, ‘You got over Cassie, you got over Lisa, and you can get over me too.’
You’d been seeing Dean a couple months when you first started to question things. You’d been friends with him for some time. You knew his reputation, his habits, and…his type. When you looked at him, and then at yourself, you felt inadequate.
Sooner or later, he’d see this. He’d walk away, and get over you, by being over someone new. The thought made your chest ache. You would wind up another face in Dean’s rear view.
You had your earbuds in as the asphalt flew by, the lines making you sleepy. As your eyes drooped, your head moved to lean on the window. Sam glanced over his shoulder at you, chuckling lightly. “I’m happy for you, Dean.” He smiled.
Dean grinned over at his brother. “Thanks, man.” His eyes went back to the long stretch of road ahead of them. “I think I’m in love, Sammy.” He knew you wouldn’t hear him either way. Since you’d started traveling with them, that was your thing. You’d curl up in the back, relax, and enjoy your music. It wasn’t that you disliked his, you just enjoyed the hours of your own little world. You once told him your eyes would close, and it was like a movie all for you. He was a bit envious that you still held that type of innocence. He closed his eyes and saw the darkness.
Hearing that from his older brother filled Sam with joy. If anyone deserved it- Dean did. “Shit, Dean.” He chuckled. “Soon you’ll be buying cheesy Valentine’s Day cards and looking at rings.” He teased him.
“Shut up.” Dean chuckled, not at all denying that’s something he could see things leading to with you.
It was far too early in the morning for a human to be awake.
The timing made you groan silently into the pillow as your body stirred around in the sheets; The soft glow from the television forced your eyes to adjust in the darkness– Ouch, it stung a bit.
There was a large “ Are you still watching? ”
message written across the screen. Watching what?
Oh, yeah– You and Seven had been binge watching some house hunting program for awhile before the both of you had eventually drifted off to sleep. Huh, You didn’t even remember falling asleep. Seven must have stayed up a bit later for the TV to still be on.
Speaking of which, The apparent snoring quickly caught your attention. With your chin resting in the palm of your hand, You admired Saeyoung contently. He was lost in dream land, all sprawled out on the mattress like that. Seeing him like this filled you with gratitude at his persistence to get a new, bigger bed when you had moved in. He sure wasn’t kidding when he said he was a bed hog– Sheesh.
It made you smile as you held back a giggle, rubbing your eyes with a yawn as you slowly felt yourself begin to wake more.
His feet dangled off the bed dangerously, it reminded you of the time he hid for hours, just waiting for you to come to bed; Pretending to be the boogie man and tightly grabbing your legs right as you were about to drift off to sleep. “ Boo! ”
He boomed as he playfully bit at your ankles, a squeak had left your mouth as you kicked and whined. You had nearly given him a black eye that night, His antics will be the death of him; You assure yourself.
With a long stretch and a lot of mental preparation, You finally manage to pull yourself out of bed. It was fairly warm in the bedroom, so you weren’t really surprised at the fact that you and him were stripped down to your underwear. It didn’t bother you, But with Saeran hanging around; Most likely it wouldn’t be very proper to sport such a bold fashion statement so early in the morning. He’d be scarred for quite awhile if he woke up to a sight such as that.
Soft mumbling quickly distracts you from your thoughts, you place your hands over your chest as you admire the sight below you. Seven, sleepily blabbering to himself as he stirs around in the bed.
“ –anks longcat.. ”
The gibberish made you snicker, Was he dreaming about long-cat? What a cutie. He always reminded you of a puppy dog with the way you cooed and awed over half the things he did. The honeymoon stage was such a dream, you were enjoying every second of it. A warm smile lingers on your face as your fingers subconsciously reach out to brush a strand of bright red hair from his forehead. The urge to boop his nose was just too strong, you softly gave that a soft poke before deciding you should leave your sleeping beauty to rest for a little while longer. Although true loves kiss would be nice to wake up to, you decided against it.
Clothes were scattered across the floor, Oh gosh– This was a mess. The weekend usually left half the house looking like this, You’d have to make a mental note to tidy things up later today.
Ah, Laundry.. Yikes. Saeran’s pocket knife got thrown into the wash a few weeks ago and no one had ever managed to fix it, the blade stuck too deep into the side of the machine; so clean clothes were scarce now days. You’d never seen two grown men fight over a pair of boxer shorts covered with tiny drawings of cacti before. What a war zone you lived in.
The only thing that stood out was a yellow and black hoodie hanging up on the mini traffic cone coat rack Seven had up on his wall. You reached out and grabbed it, it felt pretty soft and still had a slight laundry smell to it– it’ll have to work, You decided.
You tugged the material over your head, it slipped on like a charm seeing the weight and height difference you and Seven had. It looked like a short, off the shoulder dress on you. it went down half your thighs and exposed a large portion of your shoulder. Cute. You thought to yourself as you posed a few times for the mirror– You were enjoying this a little more than you’d like to admit. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, but the sizing difference made you resemble a doll. It made you curious to see how the rest of his clothes looked on you. Not that you’d try it obviously! Ha.. Well, maybe. For science– of course!
What about his glasses? You giggled slightly as you snuck them off of the night stand, Pushing them up onto your face. They slid down the bridge of your nose too much and blurred your vision; But you still liked the whole oversized look. Wow, Who knew loitering in your boyfriends clothes would be such a confidence boost.
“ Practicing your cosplay skills, Yeah?”
A sudden voice frightened you to no end, Making you jump and turn, clenching your fists in the sleeves. The glasses rode down the bridge of your nose making you look somewhat librarian. Seven was propped up over some pillows in the bed, Looking horribly tired yet humored at the same time. His hands were behind his head in a rather relaxed fashion.
Your face burnt up with embarrassment, How long has he been watching you?
“ Ya'know– ” He stirred around, his voice sounding lower and less refined– It made your insides twirl, that morning voice never failed to make you giddy.
“ If you wanted to crossdress you could have told me. Coulda done it together! Couple gender-bend. Hell yeah. ”
He chuckled out loud, looking you up and down a little too slowly. His eyes met yours, they were soft with a slight flicker of mischief behind them. Once you realized he wasn’t frustrated with you was when you laughed along side him,
Pulling on the hem of the sweater to tug it down lower under his gaze.
“ Id love for you to try and fit your butt into my skinny jeans. ”
You stick your tongue out playfully, to which he mirrors.
“ Just dont pop the buttons off– Okay? ”
He pretended to be offended as he gasped loudly before quickly erupting into laughter at the thought, loudly protesting against you calling his butt big.
“ This butt is 80 percent honey buddha and 20 percent squats from picking up lost chips that fall to the ground okay? ”
He suddenly got very serious, staring off into the distance, forcing his voice to sound gruff and deep.
“ Ive lost many-a-chip to a cold unforgiving floor. Five seconds just isnt enough for them, They deserve so much more… ”
He was sitting up in bed now, his eyes so glazed over you actually believed he was seriously about to burst into tears any second now.
“ Woah, Didn’t mean to bring on the flashbacks! ”
You hold your hands up in innocence, He pretended to use the edge of the sheets as a handkerchief; wiping away his invisible tears with a gruff sniffle.
” We’ll have an prayer session later today for all those forgotten chips that got lost too soon. They’re with the big potatoes now, Love. ”
You played along, clutching a hand to your heart in honor of all that sweetly salty goodness– Wasted. Such a shame. You both began to giggle after a few moments of silence at how silly this was. It was always a warm environment with Seven. He could even be so upset yet still have that warm comforting appeal to him, One of the many things you’d fallen in love with.
“ So lil’ S, Care to hop on the train to snoozeville? ”
He yawned mid sentence– Stretching out as far as his arms could as he snuggled back into bed. He looked rather small in that bed all by himself, you admitted.
“ Choo choo. Hehe, I’ll pay for the tickets– Come on. Trains leavin’ soon babe. ”
He snuggled his face into the sheets as he rolled onto his side– Looking over at you with big puppy dog eyes and extended arms.
“ Lil S? ”
You questioned with a smile and raised brow, making your way over to the mattress to join him. It was so early, no one would mind if you two got some more extra hours in. Maybe Saeran, He’d have to make his own breakfast.
“ Yup. You’re the mini me. Lil Seven, Although I have multiple of those.. ”
You practically jumped into the bed, he grabbed the glasses off your face and reached behind him, placing them on his nightstand with a slight clink.
” Shall we number you? ”
You two were face to face; His eyes had big purple bags under them, a pang of guilt rang through your stomach at the fact of waking him. He probably stayed up pretty late last night. You thought about his words for a moment, letting them sink it.
“ Hm. I wanna be.. Lil’ S, number 69. ”
You waggled your eyebrows in a teasing fashion, He stuck out his tongue playfully at the gesture.
“ Okay, You’ll be the nasty one. ”
The two of you laughed softly, You took this chance to cuddle into his chest and just rolled with it. He didn’t mind though, Wrapping you up in his arms and pulling you even closer to his body.
“ My little S… ” He murmured softly into your hair, planting tiny kisses in random spots as he grazed his fingers up and down your back underneath the hoodie; causing goosebumps to appear on your skin. You both ended up falling asleep together like this, you cuddled into him and his face buried into your hair. Surrounded by Seven, as if he was a blanket. It was the best way to start off a morning.
HOO this is the first time ive written like this in a super long time holy shit hopefully im not too rusty but i just love this idea?? early morning cuddles?? mc having some little fashion show with sevens things?? snuggling back into sleep? sign me up boyos
Your sister is getting an arranged marriage to bring two kingdoms together as one. This has been tradition since the beginning of time and stretched out into modern day. What happens when you fall for your sisters future husband’s brother and stray away from the tradition?
warning: Cussing, smut, alcoholic themes, Prince Jin!, Virgin Jin!
Genre: Smut and fluff
Word count: 9.6K
A/N: Yes i know the title of this is a video game. Also i wanted to get this up before i go on vacation, so sorry if it may seem a little rushed i wanted to get it out. Once i get back on vacation ill post my master list and being working on Hypnotic part 2
Marriage, a way of combining two souls conjoining as one. This had become a foremost event for the kingdom. They never identified it as i did, only seeing it as a way to combine our two kingdoms instead of our souls and hearts. I never agreed with the terms and beliefs but learned to keep my mouth shut along the way as they wouldn’t acknowledge the true meaning. Sure it felt strange keeping everything bottled up but its what I learned to do best as it was tradition and saying my simple opinion i would be shunned. So hear i stand eyeing my sister trying on dress after dress doing keeping my mouth closed about the event.
“I feel like it does have enough diamonds. I want the people to be blinded by my costly dress.”
They sure would be blinded by the high prices. For that amount of money we could just by another kingdom and have everything be settled instead of marriage. I rolled my eyes at the fortune my sister was indulging in. She always saw money as a small child to her. Something she carried around freely but wasn’t afraid to spend stupid things on it. Endearing parent she was. Anyone else who held money as if they were a child she would automatically find herself drowning over their simple sentences that dripped with riches. Hints way she was marring one of the most said to be richest kings in our kingdom. As soon as his father died he took his place along with a small amount of his riches making him a certified person for my sister to capture.
- they are over the top drama queens about everything but mostly their home remedies
- everything might as well be a drug transaction
- “hey, pshh, hey you, you want some drugs?” “are you talking about those pills that get rid of my cat’s allergy” “man you really know how to kill the mood”
- “i got the stuff” “just give me my damn ibuprofen”
- feeling ill??? drink tea, lots of tea, with honey,
- “do you want a jar of honey?” “why???” “fucking flu season, it’ll kill you if you don’t get your shit together”
- they have an endless supply of everything
- pocketfulls of homemade cough drops
- current theory is that the real pukwudgies act as suppliers for anything the pukwudgie students need
- “why don’t you just buy the stuff instead?” “not everyone has there ass full of money kevin, plus i profit off of this”
- they are sharks, if you borrow money or owe them anything they will hunt you down
- a thunderbird went missing
- they were found and still in one piece but still
- the older pukwudgies will fucking murder anyone who makes their younger housemates cry
- they know alot about poison, stuff that’s not even allowed at ilvermorny
- the wampus house has a betting pool and if there’s trouble getting money they call a pukwudgie
- they are all about ‘good vibes’
- “you’re really killing my vibes”
- except the ones who aren’t who respond with “are you fucking high or something, what are you gonna do next??? start throwing peace signs around”
- they do, ironically of course (it’s not ironic, at least not any more)
- contests on who can drink the most coffee, no one ever really sleeps after that
- late night conversations that are so random
- “once a penguin bit my finger” “ what the hell???”
- “who thought chocolate and peanut butter was a good idea??? bc man were they right"
- “how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?” “378” “what the fuck?”
- “im really gay” “that’s nice, me too except im really bi”
- they always end up laughing so hard that their sides hurt
- pukwudgies who tell you to get your shit together and don’t sugarcoat anything
- “my boyfriend wants to go out but im not feeling it” “then dont”
- “there’s just so much going on” “then take a break”
- putting their foot down and telling you to take care of yourself first, that it’s okay not to hang out with friends and it’s okay wanting to be alone
- they give the best advice but that’s only bc the real pukwudgies have a soft spot for daytime tv and the student pukwudgies end up hearing about all the morals of the story
- some pukwudgies are not really into the whole home remedy thing and instead get hella cool archery lessons from real pukwudgies and watch over their younger housemates
- profits from selling home remedies are split evenly throughout the house (there’s a lot of money to go around), or used to buy things for the common room like a tv so when real pukwudgies visit they can can watch all the tv they want
- the pukwudgies are really fond of the other pukwudgies, both sides deny this but it’s the truth
soooo mark strikes me as the type of guy you’d wanna date in your early twenties
he’s like the sweet gentle type that you date for a long time, take home to your parents, plan your future out with ya feel
unlike the rest of my boyfriend scenarios, i really like the idea of mark being like normal mark
not famous, going to school mark
now you meet mark bc you two happen to take a really obscure class together
like,,, there’s maybe ten people in the entire class (you’re kind of lost as to why it even exists tbh)
but hey, it’s the only alternative for another class you didn’t make the roster for, so you’ll take what you can get
on your first day there, there’s only like three people in the entire lecture hall so you’re confused af
you end up walking up to the first person you see and you’re like “yo, i’m here for my class but i think i have the wrong place”
the person’s head is hung down as they write out something in their notebook
but then they look up
you’re momentarily shocked by how pretty this person is bc like… damn
he smiles like “oh hey, yeah this is the place. don’t worry, it’s this small all the time. i’m mark”
and he holds his hand out for you to shake and as soon as you touch palms you have to hide your shocked expression bc!! boy has some soft ass hands!!!
besides the callouses on his fingers his touch is as gentle as his smile
you tell him your name through a strangled breath and he repeats it to himself before smiling at you again and you’re still trying to figure out how someone could be this nice and beautiful
“do you want to sit next to me? i can help you catch up on anything you need help with” he offers, but he’s already pulling out the seat next to him and how could u refuse hah..haha
you plop in that seat so fast
you two end up going over his notes for all of three minutes before he starts inquiring about you and your major and your plans for the future
in fact you two are so lost in what you’re talking abt that you only realize the professor is there when she drops a book on yours and mark’s desk with a raised eyebrow like “yall done”
you and mark are blushing so hard lmao
throughout the whole class tho, you can’t really focus on anything besides mark beside you
you notice every time he moves, or every puff of breath that leaves him when he’s focused on writing down the professor’s words as she barrels through her lecture at lightning speed
when the class is over, you’re all over the place bc you only managed to capture half of what she said and you couldn’t put any of the information you had into something comprehensible
you stand next to your desk with a pout on your lips, not noticing until his breath is on your shoulder that mark is peeking at your notes
“that doesn’t look very… that isn’t exactly… do you need some help?” mark is so disheartened looking at your notes that he literally can’t help offering his own to you
but you’re so thankful and you’re like “thank you thank you!!! how can I repay you?”
and mark is pretty adamant that you don’t need to pay him back, that he’s just being a helpful classmate, but then as you’re taking pictures of his notes he just,,, “do you wanna go on a date? i-i mean a study date. you know. to study. the material. for school”
of course you can’t say no to the cute blush on his cheeks and the stutter in his words and omg is he biting his lip what the fu
“totally!! i’ll give you my number and you can text me whenever you’re free”
you two exchange numbers and you’re on your way
this turns out to be a mistake bc it’s only twenty minutes later when you’re headed to your next class and all you can think about is him
your hands keep fiddling with your phone and even your friend in that class is like “are u good”
you wanna text him so bad tbh but like you dont want to be weird or anything
and then like as soon as you get out of class to go get lunch your phone buzzes and you nearly get whiplash from how fast you look at your phone
mark: are you busy later? its never too late to start studying
i mean… you just got out of that class like two hours ago but oF COURSE MARK YOU’D LOVE TO
you’re not even surprised when the entire study date turns into you two just getting to know each other
he tells you about how he loves music, how his roommate jackson is always trying to get him out of his shell and it kind of hits you that mark isn’t the type to do things like this
the fact that he’s stepped out of his comfort zone to hang with you is so endearing that you kind of just sit your chin in your palm and watch him lovingly as he talks about his interests and you’re pretty sure “i’m so attracted to you??” is written across your forehead but you don’t even care
at the end of the date, he walks you back to your dorm, and before you can disappear into your room, he grabs at your hand gently
his hold is unsure, but he looks determined, even if he’s incapable of making eye contact
“was it just me or was today more of a date than it was studying?”
you just nod, your smile widening as he rubs the back of his neck when his palm grows sweaty in yours
“would you… maybe like to do that again? the date part of course. i mean we can study too if you’d like, honestly as long as we’re hanging out-” “I’d love to mark”
it’s official, you’re dating!!
you’re surprised how quickly you fall for mark too
weeks pass and you two basically spend every waking minute together
if you aren’t physically beside each other, you’re texting, or calling, or thinking about the other
while you two haven’t had the talk abt official titles, you secretly look at each other like that
it’s only evident one day when you’re talking to jackson, in his and mark’s dorm room while mark gets dressed for your date
jackson is telling you how he’s known mark for a while now and he’s never seen him act the way he does when he’s with you
“i think he’s really serious about you… but are you serious about him?” jackson asks, and you can’t hate him for asking bc you know how protective he is of his best friend
but his question is so out of the blue that you take a minute to think about it, your mind kinda lost on you as you try to think up a satisfactory answer
and then it all becomes clear to you, like a cloud parted over your feelings
“i’m really serious about him. it’s early but… i think i really want to be with him for a long time. he makes me feel so warm and happy and he’s not like any guy i’ve ever known. i feel like mark… is the one”
and then a smile cracks across jackson’s face before he turns his head to something behind you, and you turn your attention over your shoulder to see mark smiling with literal stars in his eyes
“you were right mark. she passed my test”
when you realize what’s going on your cheeks immediately start burning, and you deliver a few blows to mark’s shoulder but even through the pain and complaining he can’t stop how happy he is
he keeps the cheesy smile the whole night oml you have to kiss him just to get him to stop
besides mark being the cutest boy ever he’s also a little (big) shit
always playing some kind of a prank on you
one time he convinces you he’s turned your favorite white sweater green with a picture of said sweater looking bright lime
and you’re so mad but he just smiles at you and flutters his eyelashes like “im sorry, you still love me right??”
and of course you’re still mad but you reassure him with a forehead kiss and then he laughs and goes “i didn’t ruin your sweater, youngjae helped me photoshop it so it looked like i did”
he gets so many bruises that day
but his friends make up for it by teasing the shit out of mark
his friend jinyoung has a plethora of embarrassing stories about mark that you could just sit there for hours listening to how mark broke his finger playing bop it
mark’s youngest friends, dance majors yugyeom and bambam and computer science major youngjae see mark as the older bro of their friend group as mark is the oldest, so they kinda see you as their older sister
therefore, you are not unaccustomed to unannounced visits from the three at all hours of the day
yugyeom is always asking you to criticize his dances, bambam always asks you to help him study, and youngjae honestly just comes over to sleep bc his roommate is super loud and he never gets a moment of peace
in return, you use them for everything
all you have to do is say “do this” and they’ll do it bc they love u so much and they have to pay you back somehow for how much they bother you
even when mark is over and you two are trying to have some time alone they’ll still stop by and won’t leave despite all the urging to
the amount of times you have to call either jaebum or jinyoung to save you has gotten out of hand
but even then you don’t mind bc honestly they’re like family to you now, and you love them too much to ever hate being around them
in turn, mark is really aware of how special you are to him and he makes sure he lets you know
if you’re sick, mark is skipping all his classes to take care of you
even if you protest he cannot be persuaded
if he really can’t miss a class or has an exam tho, he’ll send one of the boys to take care of you and of course they do so at the drop of a hat
makes sure you’re caught up in schoolwork, and always offers to help you study for big tests bc he knows you have a hard time doing so by yourself
if you’re too lazy to go grocery shopping he has no prob going out and doing it for you
he’s just such a doting bf like he doesn’t mind doing whatever you need done
even tho he doesn’t always say “i love you” with words, you can tell just by how he treats you
he says i love you when he asks if you’ve gotten enough sleep in the middle of class, and when you shake your head no, he lets you nap and promises to explain the lesson to you later
he says i love you when he makes you dinner bc he knows you’re too busy with homework to make it for yourself
he says i love you in all of his own little ways
but when he does remember to say it, it’s always said with such warmth and fondness that you have to take a second to collect yourself from the utter cuteness before you say it back
overall, mark is a loving, caring bf and he’s the best never let him go