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anonymous asked:

Do you think on the ride home Dean took off his flannel and made Cas put it on to replace his bloody shirt?

“I really am alright, Dean. You don’t need to sit back here with me.”

Dean ignores Castiel’s reassurances, just like he has been ignoring them for the last fifteen minutes.


“Cork it, Cas! Mom’s drivin’, Sam’s shotgun, and I’m back here with you, makin’ sure you’re really holdin’ it together. That’s just the way it’s gonna be so stop tryin’ to fight me on it!”

Both Mary and Sam give each other wide-eyed looks, but stay quiet—knowing that Dean is still processing everything that had happened back in the barn. He’s still drowning in the feeling of being out of control, and it’s driving him absolutely nuts.

“Here, Ma” Dean grunts, shoving the Impala’s keys at the woman and then turning back to tend to his angel.

She swiftly nods and takes the keys before ushering her other son around the far side of the car—and then, all at once, they climb in to join Castiel, who has already been carefully placed in the backseat by Dean’s steady hands.

“Does it hurt anywhere?” Dean asks—slightly calmer now but his voice still has a rattle to it.

“No, Dean. I’m feeling fine—just like I said before.”

“Well, you don’t look fine. You’re kinda pale. Sam, doesn’t he look pale to you?”

Sam turns around and gives Cas a sympathetic look before shrugging silently at his older brother, knowing that his opinion doesn’t really matter right now anyway.

“Yeah, see—Sam thinks so. You should lean back a bit.”

“These seats don’t recline, Dean.”

Dean frowns at him. “Then scoot down a little! Jesus, Cas … I’m just tryin’ to make sure you’re okay!”

“I am okay … I have already told you—”

“Scoot down, Castiel!” Mary grits  firmly from the front of the car—glaring at him through the rearview mirror, eyes flicking back and forth between the angel and her eldest son.

He wants to protest again, but then Castiel nods, finally understanding that the only one not fine right now, is Dean, and doing what he asks—no matter how pointless it is, will make him feel a little better … a little more useful. Cas scoots down in his seat.

Dean smiles, happy that his friend is finally listening to him. “Alright then … better?”

Castiel stops himself from rolling his eyes. “Yes … better.”

The proud smirk that immediately graces Dean’s face seems to trim away the tension in the car—until the moment that the folds of Cas’s coat fall away, exposing the dirty, blood-stained white button up beneath. “Oh … shit, man! That looks bad!” the man yelps as soon as he sees it.

Castiel squints and cocks his head to the side, finally following Dean’s eyes down to where the usually clean looking garment, is now a tattered mess strewn about his body. “Oh. Yes, well … I can just—” Cas begins, already lifting his hand to will the mess away, but he stops mid motion—cutting the magic short because the man beside him is starting to fidget in his seat. “Dean? What are you …”

Dean teeters back and forth, wriggling from side to side in the confined space until he finally manages to free one of his arms from the black coat and plaid overshirt that he’s wearing.

“Hold on … almost …” Dean soon rocks all the way over until his head is practically in Cas’s lap—but he doesn’t seem to notice because he’s too focused on freeing his other hand. “There!” he yelps victoriously, finally holding up the plaid shirt for everyone in the car to see.

Sam nods and Mary holds back a chuckle, and Cas just continues to stare at the man—confused and slightly annoyed by everything that he’s doing.

“Okay, Cas. Your turn” Dean says after another moment, eventually turning happy eyes back on the angel.

“My turn?” Cas asks, feeling suddenly nervous about what he’s expected to do.

“Yep” Dean chirps, looking Castiel up and down with a long pull. “Strip and put this on.” He holds the flannel out towards him, but he doesn’t hand it to the angel just yet, as if he’s planning on dressing him himself … and at this point, Cas wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what Dean had in mind.

“Dean …” Castiel grumbles again, now—rolling his eyes for all to see. “You realize that I can fix this, don’t you?”

Dean only grips the shirt tighter in his hand.

“I am an angel … I have the power to—”

“Just put on the damn shirt!” All three Winchesters bark in unison.

And that makes the angel finally throw up his hands in defeat. “Alright!” he exclaims, quickly sitting straight and leaning forward so that he can work his body free from his coat. But before he can completely shimmy it off, Dean’s hands are on him, fiddling with the buttons of Cas’s dirty white shirt. “Um … what are you doing?”

Helping” Dean snaps, but his cheeks are turning red and his hands are starting to shake against the angel’s chest.

Cas stares at him a moment, and then up to the front of the car where Sam and Mary are vehemently avoiding eye contact with anything but the road. So he turns back, just as Dean undoes the final button and pushes the cloth aside, displaying every inch of Castiel’s unmarred skin.

The man then stills for some time—never looking away and holding his breath until the second Castiel is finally able to speak.

You see, Dean … I’m all healed.”

Dean quirks up the side of his mouth, but his face quickly falls flat again, while his eyes bounce away and back several times, seeming torn as to where to look now.

After that, it only takes another minute for Cas to slip out of the ruddy, old shirt and into Dean’s flannel—and for the first time since they left the barn, Dean doesn’t interfere, nor do Mary and Sam act like anything is happening just behind their heads. In fact, the frenzied tone of their drive has seemed to mellow, and even Dean appears to have settled down; although, his hands still twitch with the need for something to do … which doesn’t go unnoticed by the angel at his side.

Castiel sighs, flicking his eyes down towards the soft plaid that’s now draped over his own shoulders—the fabric is warm and smells like Dean; so just as he begins to fasten the last two buttons, he purposely skips one—so the thing is now bunching up across his stomach. “There” he confirms, drawing Dean’s focus back to the task at hand, and of course—Dean notices the mistake instantly.

“Ah—jeez, Cas … you’re helpless, ya know that?” Dean mutters with a smile, reaching over eagerly to straighten out the buttons and get them all in the right order.

But Castiel just smiles too, taking the moment to take in the worried Winchester—his charge, his family … a man that he loves—and he nods. “You’re right. What would I do without you?”

Her First Official Date.

So wanted to give everyone and update. First off I haven’t spoken to my kid’s father since he left Monday night. I am leaving all future contact to my Lawyer. Secondly i would like to thank everyone for their support, and since many of you have asked i will say my daughter is doing well and actually had her first official date last night.

Saturday we started off the day with our normal breakfast and chores. I worked out with my son and i teased him and myself. Soon it was us grinding against each other. We moved into his room and soon he was sliding deep into me. I love how hard and deep her goes especially early in the morning. We both came, me more then once, and as we cuddled in the afterglow of our sex we talked about things at the house. I asked him his feelings about my choice to divorce his dad and everything that happened. He told me he felt it was the right choice and that i needed to be happy. The subject of him dating came up and he told me that he wasn’t going to be looking for a steady girlfriend. When i asked why he told me he wanted to focus more on his school and college prep his senior year. He said he’d still go out with his friends and maybe date a little but he wasn’t going to be looking for a girlfriend. I was both impressed and a little relived knowing that but also knew he would still be with me and Katie. Soon after that we showered, unfortunately he used the shower downstairs while I used mine. Around lunch Katie came over with her overnight bag, and we began talking with my daughter about her plans for the night.

My Daughter was going out with the boy she has had a crush on for the last year. I was nervous to let her go out but knew it was just me being a mom. She asked fir help to get ready and the three of us looked through her closet. Finally it was decided that she would wear a pale red sundress and a pair of strapy leather sandles. I excused myself while Katie helped her with her hair and makeup. Then Katie and i got dressed. We drove to the young mans house. Yes we were picking him up. I spoke breifly with his parents and let them know what we were planning. After that I drove the young couple over to the theater and let my daughter and her date out. He was quite the young gentlemen and opened her door as the went in to the movie house. Katie and I didn’t stay but headed across the lot to the mall where he shopped and killed the couple of hours until they were done. Katie and I did sneak into a secluded area of the mall to makeout and tease each othe, but we only edged each other close to cumming never crossing the line. I love how exciting it was teasing her in public and not being sure if anyone saw.

After the movie ended we were met by my son for dinner. We made small talk and discussed the kids plans for the summer. My daughter is planning on summer camp for three weeks at the end of the month. Her date also was going to be at a training camp for freshman football players most of the summer. We had more small talk and decided that it was time to head home. It was still early and i had the young man ask his parents if it was ok if he joined us at our house to relax in the pool ( or hot tub). They agreed and asked if we would drop him at home before 10 which was his curfew.

We returned home and while the kids changed into swimwear. I made some snacks. I also opend a bottle of wine for Katie and myself. My son and the young man finished first and they took the food outside and my sone started the hot tub as i went to change. Once i got to my room Katie stepped out in the string bikini we had bought together. I was immediately aroused. She told me that she had laid mine out too then nodded behind me. I turned to see my daughter was also wearing the bikini that she had worn over Memorial Day only without the shorts or the coverup. I was shocked and impressed at how bold my sweet little girl was. Katie whispered I’ll keep an eye on them. I changed and soon we were all relaxing and having fun. Katie, my son, my daughter and her date played in the pool while i watched. I was feeling amazingly happy watching my family enjoy the night. At one point Katie and my son were with me in the hot tub while my daughter and her date were alone in the pool. I thought i saw a couple kisses and when they joined us the were holding hand and my daughter was beaming.

Sadly time got away from us and my son volunteered to take my daughter’s date home. I watched as they said their goodbye and saw him kiss her goodnight before my son ushered him to the car and left. My daughter rejoined us in the hot tub and gave me a big hug thanking me for everything. We talked and she told me they were going to start dating. I smiled thinking about how 13 year olds are. Katie took the roll of older sibling and asked all the embarrassing questions and it was a great time. My son rejoined us and were relaxed being very happy.

I sent my daughter to bed around 11 and watched her go inside. Once she was gone i looked at my son and Katie. Then removed my suit. I was confident that my daughter was in her room texting both her girlfriends and her new Boyfriend. Soon Katie and my sone had done the same. We all three made out together. After a while Katie was sitti g on my son’s lap riding him while i was making out with her. I decided we need to adjourn to my room and we went in the house. We spent the night pleasing each other and falling asleep in each others arms. My son excused himself in the early hours of the morning as was custom. I got up with him and made extra sure he left my room completely satisfied.

After he left i got back in bed with Katie. She stirred and we kissed and cuddled. We talked a bit. I asked Katie what she thought of our life and she agreed that she never expected things to turn out this way. After a lengthy talk, It was decided that when her lease ends in November. she is going to move in with me and my kids. I have never been more nervous or excited. We haven’t told my son or daughter yet, but i know they will both be happy.

This is the most famous photo of Champ, the Lake Champlain monster. It was taken in 1977 by Sandra Mansi who was out with her family on the lake. As her sons waded in the water and she and her fiancé looked after them, Sandra noticed what she thought was a school of fish about 150 yards from the shore. After a little bit “the head and neck broke the surface of the water” and when her fiancé quickly ushered her sons out of the water, she snapped the photo with her camera. Sandra estimates the creature surfaced for four to seven minutes as they watched it. The original photo has been looked at by several experts and they can find no evidence of tampering with the photo to fake it. As of now, this is the most solid evidence of a monster in Lake Champlain.

Beyond the Staircase

Rated K | Stoick’s Reaction to Hiccstrid being together | Post RTTE Season 4

Alright, so I think we all really want to see Stoick’s reaction to Hiccstrid being together in the next season of RTTE, but I just can’t wait any longer! I typed this up for you all, and I really want to do some of the others reactions as well. (Like Dagur’s, Gobber’s, Heathers… you know. The few people who still don’t know :D) I also want to do some pre- RTTE season 4 stuff, where the rest of the gang is still trying to get used to the whole idea of Hiccstrid dating. :D

               Anyways, enjoy!

Stoick nearly skipped as he made his way through the village. He was happy, and when he was happy, he had to admit, he got rather giddy. But, since he was chief, he forced himself to walk steadily and with the confidence that a chief should have. I mean- he had it, but at the moment, the only emotion he wanted to show was how outright happy he was.

               He hummed softly to himself, walking pleasantly towards the Great Hall. Today had been a great day for Berk. The harvest was promising to be a plentiful one, so come winter everyone should have more than enough supplies. Not only that, but Trader Johan had showed up with even more winter supplies, more important stuff like cloth, fabric, boots, hide, and of course gossip.

               Another thing that made Stoick happy was that Hiccup and the others had returned from the Edge. It had been wonderful news to hear that Viggo was gone, having fallen into the Volcano a mere three days ago. It made Stoick feel free to breath with ease again, now knowing that his son and his friends were safe.

               But… there was still something up. The riders returned, yes, but they all acted very… strange.

               Snotlout and Fishlegs would start giggling randomly whenever he passed them, and the twins would suddenly look guilty, sneaky, shy, or bursting at the seams whenever he spoke to them. Tuffnut would often hold his breath, looking as though he were about to explode but trying to contain himself.

               Then there was Hiccup, who acted normal for the most part around everyone else, except for Stoick. He’d stutter and make hasty (and very very very lame) excuses to leave the room, or to escape for a flight. Stoick rarely saw the boy anymore.

               Astrid seemed fairly normal as well. She spoke the same, joked with him, but Stoick hadn’t missed that whenever he mentioned Hiccup’s name she’d spark to attention a bit, or she’d secretly smile when she thought he wasn’t looking. And he had to admit he was rather irritated with her when he’d explained his problem about Hiccup’s stuttering and avoidance of Stoick to her. She’d merely blushed and stammered a reply, something like “I’m sure he has his reason, sir.”

               Something just wasn’t right. What were they hiding from him? Was something wrong with Hiccup? Did he get wounded? Was he sick or ill or… anything?

               Not to mention Dagur’s visit yesterday. It had been very strange. He’d arrived along with Heather, both looking for some supplies and just checking up. It

had been rather awkward at first, but the two chiefs soon gotten acquainted and were talking like old friends. But when Dagur began talking about Heather and Fishlegs, Stoick had piped up about Hiccup and Astrid, voicing his wish that those two would just admit their feelings together already and get married before he got too old to have fun with grandkids. At first Dagur had just blinked, then he burst into laughter and clapped Stoick on the back, all the while chortling. “I’m sure it’ll happen someday Stoick!”

               Something was up. And Stoick was dying to know what it was. If only his son wasn’t so stubborn (Dang it if Gobber wasn’t right. Hiccup did take after his father…) shy, or whatever it was he was about telling Stoick what was going on. If he didn’t spill soon, Stoick might just have to force it out of him.

               But he pushed all that aside for the time being, not wanting troubles like that to destroy his entire night. He looked about, noticing how it was late dusk now, the sky a dark blue with a few colors in the distance. The evening air was cool, but not too cold. Just cold enough for him to wear his furs. Not many people were out in the streets. Perhaps only one or two late stragglers heading towards the Hall for the evening meal. That’s where Stoick was heading, because he was utterly famished and desperately needed food or his good day might very well come to an end.

               He just came to the first flight of stairs that led to the Great Hall, where he paused and turned to look over his village with pride. Now, not a single person was out- except for the patrols of course. But the civilians were all in the bustling Great Hall by this time. He smiled and nodded his head, turning on his heel to head up the flight of stone stairs.

               But he paused when he heard a soft laugh. He froze in position, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. Who was still out at this time of night? Everyone should be in the Hall eating. And as far as he’d seen, everyone was.

               He stepped closer to the stone wall that separated him from the grass below. He was only about six feet above the ground now, but he could still hear what the person was saying fairly well.

               The laugh was definitely female, and he rolled his eyes, supposing it must be Ruffnut, that sneaky little-

               “You should tell him.” The feminine voice said, making Stoick’s thoughts disappear. That wasn’t Ruffnut, that was definitely Astrid’s voice!

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anonymous asked:

Can you do some more supermom imagines please!!

Hi! I tried writing this up! Timeline to this is not clear so I might just put this under AU. But hope you like this!

Clark groans as he tries to block out the sunlight and the noise by shifting around on the bed. His head is pounding and he could feel how hard it is for him to breathe. The sound of the curtains being drawn together makes him forget about wanting to go back to sleep so Clark shifts until he is able to face you.

You are standing beside the bed, looking at him with an apologetic look. “I am so sorry, Clark.” You apologise and Clark shakes his head slowly. His head is still pounding and he struggles to pull the blankets to cover him only to find them pinned by your hand.

“It’s alright.” Clark coughs and you released the hold you have on the blankets before covering him yourself. “It is not like I get this all the time.” He tries to reassure you but when he coughs once more, you call out Conner’s name and a few minutes later, Conner walks in to the room carrying a tray of water and some medicines you have prepared prior to entering the bedroom.

“Thank you, Conner.” You take the tray from him and he shoots Clark a look before looking at you in confusion. You have been so used to having Conner around that you forgot he has only decided to stay with the two of you recently. “Clark… will be fine; he is getting the end of the stick.” You tell your adopted son and Conner frowns. “I was going to wait until dinner later but I am pregnant.”

Conner stares at you in shock before looking at Clark. “And he is like that because?”

You held back the urge to giggle at how concern Conner sounds like before heading to where Clark is. He slowly sits up and wraps the blankets around him. “We have tried asking several people about this but there is just no exact explanation.” You hand over the medicine to Clark and he downs them along with the water.

“One thing is for sure, this will not be happening all the time – it seems as if every time I am supposed to get sick or have morning sickness or the likes, Clark gets it instead of me.” You tell Conner who nod his head. You doubt he understands much about your power but even you, yourself, do not really know much of it either.

“I will be fine.” Clark tells his little brother-turned-son. The idea of having Conner as his son had warmed up to him especially after he had seen how happy you had been when you were interacting with Conner and how you often spoiled him too.

Conner nods his head. “Well, I am going to head to my classes now. I will see you two later.” Conner informs the two of you and before he could leave, you stop him. Conner stares at you before he gives you a small smile. You wrap your arms around Conner and he returns the hug briefly.

“Stay safe.” You tell him and Conner nods his head.

“You too; take good care of him and the little baby too.” Conner reminds you and you smile before ushering your son off. Conner leaves the room after exchanging his goodbyes with Clark. You return back to the bed and sat down beside Clark. He simply wraps his arms around you and leans against you, basking in the warmth you bring.

“I already called your boss – so just rest up and rest well.” You pat his hands and Clark nods his head.

“Thank you, Mrs. Kent.” He places a kiss on your cheek and the smile on your face grows wider when Clark places both of his hands on your stomach. You were not showing yet but you still like it when Clark pays attention to your stomach. “How is our baby doing today?” He asks.

“Well, for starters, I did not throw up today and I manage to keep the food down too…”

A Fresh Start (part 1)

My long awaited Single Mom AU is here! Will be updated weekly on Tuesdays. I hope you guys enjoy ^^

Setting: Single Mom AU

Pairings: NaLu (Other major ships included.)

Summary: Lucy Heartfilia was a single mother of a three year old boy. Between her new job and raising her son by herself, she had no time for anything else, especially finding love. That is until Lucy finds herself having a crush on local firefighter Natsu Dragneel… who also happened to be her son’s soccer coach. Nothing awkward about this situation, right?

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“Kade! Where are you sweetheart?” Lucy called out for her three year old son. 

“Here Mommy!”

Lucy sighed in relief as she seen him come out of his now empty bedroom. She kneeled over to his height putting a hand on his light blonde hair. “The moving van is ready to leave sweetheart, are you ready to go to your new home?”

“Yeah! I can’t wait for daycare!” Kade said happily, his chocolate eyes sparkling.

Lucy smiled sadly at her son. He was three years old, but she couldn’t afford to put him in a daycare of any kind in this town due to her income. It’s just been him and her 24/7 since Kade was born. Its been a long three years… but things were finally starting to pick up. Lucy was offered a job at Sorcerer Weekly four hours away in Magnolia. With the money she’s saved up plus the very nice pay raise she was receiving she could finally afford to give her son everything he deserved, even if she couldn’t afford the things she wanted. Kade came before everything and anything, especially herself.

Her son was her whole world.

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BL Summer Bingo 2017: Barefoot, Blowing Bubbles, Hammocks

The backyard smelled of freshly cut grass and the marigolds Rhys had planted last year, now flourishing in bright yellows and oranges sunbursts around the grounds.

The omega sipped on his piña colada—virgin, he thought as he patted his round stomach—from where he was nestled comfortably in the fancy hammock that Jack had bought for him in anticipation for the summer months. Though it was less like a hammock and more of a suspended little alcove bed, thoroughly stuffed with pillows and light braided blankets to keep him comfortable.

Jack was at work, and would be for at least a couple of hours, unless he decided to cut some of his meetings early to come home and tend to Rhys. The omega was trying really hard to get Jack to stop doing that though, because Rhys was totally capable of taking care of himself and this baby had a good couple of months ahead of them before they would even think about coming.

Not that even Rhys’ best convincing could sway Jack. If he got the barest prickling of alpha worry, no matter how irrational, he would end up tearing up his daily schedule and come racing home. Rhys has almost had to stop giving him updates on the baby kicking or texting him selfies of himself or his belly out of fear of derailing the fast-track Hyperion was rocketing on.

So he’d left his phone sitting on the breakfast table and come outside to lounge in the hammock, watching Cyrus play with the little plastic bottle of bubble solution and a blue plastic bubble wand. He hopped about the bright green grass in bare feet, giggling as he tried to blow bubbles even bigger than the ones he had just blown. A smile flickered over Rhys’ face as he drained his piña colada, setting the empty glass on the ground as he rested a hand on his swollen stomach, listening to the sound of his son’s laughter drifting on the gentle breeze.

He had nearly dozed off, soothed by the movements in his stomach and the steady sway of the hammock when Cyrus came running over to his side, waking him up with soft pats against his bare arm.

“Mama?” Cyrus asked, waiting until Rhys’ eyelids fluttered open, his smile picking up at the corners as he saw his sweet little son rocking on his heels next to his hammock.

“Mmm…yeah, sweetie? Something you wanna show mama?” Rhys asked as he sat up a little bit on the lump of pillows, placing both hands on his stomach as he peered curiously at his son.

“Yeah! Look what I can do!” Cyrus chirped as he dunked the wand into the bottle, spilling a little bit of foam over the edge as he lifted it up to his lips. Rhys watched as his son started blowing a large, trembling rainbow bubble. The omega’s eyes widened as Cyrus continued to make the bubble larger and larger until it finally popped off from his wand, floating off into the soft breeze.

“See, mama! See! Look how big it is! It’s almost as big as you are!” Cyrus jumped up and down, nearly spilling more of the bubble solution down his teal T-shirt as he pointed at the bubble. Rhys stuck out his lower lip in a pout, giving his belly a pointed rub.

“Cyrus! I’m not…I’m not that big. I mean. Not nearly as big as your bubble!” Rhys followed Cyrus’ hand to point after the bubble as well, watching as it drifted higher and higher, eventually touching the branches on the overhanging tree and popping in a messy splash.

“Oh no!” Cyrus exclaimed, slapping his palm to his face. “Does that mean mama is gonna pop too?”

“Pfft, no, don’t worry buddy,” Rhys purred as he opened his arms, turning his body in the hammock as best as he could to wrap his arms around Cyrus in an affectionate hug. He nuzzled against Cyrus’ hair picking up on the scent of freshly up-turned grass and soap and he kisses his head.

“Mama’s not gonna pop…at least, not like the bubble.”

“Oh. Okay!” Cyrus screwed up his bottle of bubbles and set it down onto the grass, before letting his mother cuddle him a little more.

“Can…Can I come into the hammock? Please mama please?” Cyrus practically hopped up and down. Rhys chuckled, scooting over to make room for his son as Cyrus crawled up into the hammock, happily snuggling up against the omega’s rounded form as Rhys wrapped comforting arms around him. He kept him close as the two of them dozed off under the warm sun, coaxed to rest by the gentle lapping of the breeze.

Jack found them curled together on the hammock just as the sun was beginning to darken, quickly ushering his mate and son inside after a momentary freakout over the goosebumps breaking out over Rhys’ hand. The omega merely shook his head with a smile as he looked at the 9 missed calls on his phone, before graciously accepting the heavy blanket his alpha draped around him.

Just some self indulgence. Sorry 


Yoongi huffed as he shoved the phone back into his pocket and walked the short way to the house. The modern styled house stood lonely, the lights still gleaming from the inside as he walked in. All of the guys stood in the common area, as Yoongi went straight to the staircase.

Woah, there! Yoongi hyung! Jimin called out, but Yoongi completely ignored. Where have you been? We were pretty sure we were all going to become uncles by the time you got back! Jimin continued, giggling as he followed him down the stairs.

Can you not see that I’m heading downstairs? Yoongi growled as he turned on his heels to look at the younger roommate, the rest of the guys looking over the edge of the stairwell at the angered demigod. The room became hot and Jimin looked at Yoongi with wide eyes.

What’s going on? Jin called from upstairs, but Yoongi glared up at him.

I’m heading to the Gates. Yoongi snarled and Jin’s eyes went wide for a moment.

Did you – He started to ask, but Yoongi held up his hand.

I’m going to the Gates. He turned and walked into his room. Walking up to his closet door, it was easily disguised, opening the door and walking to the back of the closet, he felt for the handle. Opening the door once more, he walked down the staircase.

He’s taking his merry fucking time getting here, isn’t he?! Yoongi could hear Hades screaming at Phobos and Deimos, also known as Fear and Dread.

S-s-sir, you called him f-f-five minutes a-a-a-ago. Yoongi chuckled as he heard Phobos stutter to his furious father. Phobos couldn’t hold a normal conversation with anyone without getting a panic attack, while Deimos spent most of his days hating everything around him.

FIVE MINUTES TOO LONG! Hades head was a raging shade of red as Yoongi walked up to the towering god. Hades stood well above the height of any man and was intimidating, but Yoongi had dealt with his father’s fury his entire life and couldn’t care less.

You know, if you don’t start relaxing, you’ll end up in the Styx. Yoongi murmured as he shoved his hands in his pockets. Hades looked at his son, fire in his eyes as he looked down at the small stature of his half-human offspring.

Do not speak to me that way, Yoongi. Hades growled and Yoongi looked around.

Where are the rest of the Guilty Joys? Yoongi looked at Phobos and Deimos, who looked around with him. The Guilty Joys were almost like gatekeepers, standing at the entrance to the Underworld to greet everyone with horror. But today instead of nine, it was just two.

Yoongi, I didn’t call you hear so you could critique the Joys. Hades murmured and swung his arm over. The gates of the Underworld opened and Hades ushered his son onto the boat with Charon, the skeletal gondolier who spent his afterlife paddling in the new souls of the dead. Yoongi didn’t look at the skeleton soulless man, simply turning around and looking at his father.

What’s going on, dad? He asked and Hades looked down at him.

We have a lot to speak about. Hades grumbled and Yoongi wanted to roll his eyes, but he knew better.

Alright. What about? Yoongi murmured and he could feel the heat rise.

Hermes came to the Underworld today. Hades spoke through gritted teeth, his eyes were black, his skin a bluish tint, and his face gaunt and unnerving. He told me he was checking up on you and you’ve gotten involved with a mortal.

The words tumbled from Hades’ mouth and Yoongi felt his breathing hitch. He thought he had more time before he would have to breech this topic with his father, but alas, here he was and Yoongi felt a fire grow inside of him.

Father, I’ve only just met her. Yoongi spoke calmly and Hades threw his arms up in the air.

You will not meet with her ever again. Hades spewed and Yoongi squinted. They now stood on the edge of the River Styx, the fire burning from Hades’ rage was unbearable, but Yoongi called upon the cold. The river began to freeze as Yoongi stood before his father.

You do not control me anymore. Yoongi spat. The river continued to freeze and Hades looked on with astonishment, he knew his son was powerful, but this was showing a new force of nature. I will speak to her again. Yoongi said before stopping the freezing of the Underworld. Hades chuckled.

You were always a stubborn child. Hades spoke calmly. It always amazed Yoongi how quickly his father could change his tune, but he also sensed a bit of fear in his father’s actions.

Yea, well I learn from the master. Yoongi retorted and a hearty laugh came from Hades’ lips.

Well there is one more thing I need to speak to you about. Hades said, beckoning Yoongi into the large castle-like structure that stood in the middle of the fiery Underworld. Yoongi walked passed Cerberus, the three-headed dog that he saw as a pet, and various other strange decorations, like skulls and charred candlesticks. This burned down mansion was his home for many years, but now, he saw it as a chore to visit. Hades led his son to the large dining room, it laid vacant, its high arched ceiling, and expansive table were impressive, but no one really came to the Underworld for the dinner parties.

Yoongi pulled out a chair and sat down, allowing Hades to use his power and shrink in size. His once looming stature was now that of a normal man as he sat down at the head of the table. Yoongi looked at his father.

So what do you need to speak about? He asked and Hades smiled, his smile was like shark teeth. Waving his arms over the table, a miniature model of Mount Olympus appeared. Yoongi could feel his eyes wanting to roll once more. Since the beginning of time, his father had made it his mission to take down Zeus, but nothing ever worked. He now sat in the middle of the Underworld listening to his father try to convince him that this time he could do it, but all Yoongi could think about was how you were probably sitting alone in your apartment.

Yoongi wasn’t wrong. You had left the common area of your apartment to sit in your room adjacent to the kitchen. Your eyes staring mindlessly at the ceiling as you spun the fidget spinner around in circles and sighed. Sitting up, you walked out to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, when you noticed that Yoongi’s wallet was sitting on the counter. Walking over to it, the curious part of you wanted to sift through its contents, but your better half told you to just walk it over to the house. So as you grabbed your shoes, you wrote a quick note for your roommate.

Hey, this Greek myth guy left his wallet. He lives next door, I’m gonna drop it off. If I’m not back in a few hours, call the cops. *jk, don’t do that!

Anyway, keep up the studying! Hwaiting! – Y/N

You signed your name, grabbed your phone, keys, and Yoongi’s wallet, and fluttered out the door. Not knowing the kind of mess you were walking into.

Author’s Note: I know it might seem impractical, but I like to think that Yoongi isn’t scared of Hades. Maybe that’s just me, but I think he would almost just find Hades’ behavior to be unbearable.   


(insp. by @lesbiankelsinielsen’s recent post) tbh I also don’t really recommend this if you haven’t listened to it in the right order, and the fractured songs show it’s not really meant to be heard like this. but! anyway:

• I Don’t Know – sung by everyone, so there’s nowhere else to really put it.
• Bad Men (until 1:57)
• Monk
• Tango Dancer (both the scene and the song)
• Camera Shop (from 1:10 until 2:15)
• The Astronomer
• The Telescope
• Bad Men (from 1:57 until 2:55)
• Camera Shop (from 2:15 until the end)
• Bad Men (from 2:55 until the end)
• The Wind and Rain
• Soldier and Rose
• Family Meeting
• Lights Out
• Any Kind of Dead Person
• Four Friends
• Starchild
• Usher, Pt. 1
• Usher, Pt. 2
• Fathers and Sons
• Usher, Pt. 3 (until 1:53)
• Usher, Pt. 3 (from 2:29 until 2:38)
• Usher, Pt. 3 (from 3:23 until 4:12)
• Subway
• Usher, Pt. 3 (from 1:53 until 2:29)
• Usher, Pt. 3 (from 2:38 until 3:23)
• Usher, Pt. 3 (from 4:12 until the end)
• Hero
• The Camera Shop Scene
• The Camera Shop (until 1:10)
• The Photograph
• Midnight
• Prayer

TalesFromRetail: Dad tries to teach his kid about money and buying things, kid doesn't -quite- grasp it.

I only worked retail for a short while a couple years ago, but this always stuck with me. I was working as a cashier at a toy retailer when a guy comes to the counter, hands me an action figure, and tells his 3-4 year old son “Give the man your money now, so he can ring you up.”

The little boy beams up at me, hands me the bills and tells me “That’s my money. I earned it by doing chores.” I smiled back and thanked him, rang him up, put the cash in the register, and handed him back the bagged toy. At this point, he suddenly becomes distraught.

“Can I have my money back now?” he asks, as it slowly dawns on him what “buying” actually is. He dad laughs and I tell him “Well bud, you give me the money and I give you the toy. That’s how you buy things, that’s what money is for.” The kid is having none of it.

“But that’s MY MONEY!” he shouts. “I -NEED- it!” At this point both the dad and I are a little embarrassed, and he thanks me and quickly ushers his son out of the store, bag in hand and still confused. I still feel that way after I pay bills sometimes, little guy.

EDIT: I should point out that he gave me exact change, I didn’t owe him anything.

By: LunaticHigh

Shance Fluff Week: Day 2

Author: ac_123 / heroworshiplusten
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Characters: Shiro, Lance, Keith, Pidge (mentioned)
Pairings: Lance/Shiro
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Prompt: Sea/Stars
Warnings: references to serious bodily injury leading to amputation, underage consensual sexual activity
Chapter(s): 1/1
Series: Shance Fluff Week entries
Word Count: 951
Description: There are a lot of places where we can start this story.
A/N: Written for @shancefluffweek.  Based in a modern!au setting.  The warning are there for the sensitive, but there’s nothing graphic about either.

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Accidents Happen

Author’s Note: This is a Happy Lowman imagine based on Confessions part 2 by Usher as requested by a lovely Nonny, and imagine number 5 (and the final one) for MM8. This imagine is rated M for adult themes. Hope you enjoy!

Accidents Happen


These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I could say
My chick on the side said she got one on the way
These are my confessions
Man I’m thrown and I don’t know what to do
I guess I gotta give part 2 of my confessions
If I’m gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I’m so throwed and I don’t know what to do
But to give you part 2 of my confessions

Now this gon’ be the hardest thing I think I ever had to do
Got me talkin’ to myself askin’ how I’m gon’ tell you
‘bout that chick on part 1 I told ya’ll I was creepin’ with, creepin’ with
Said she’s 3 months pregnant and she’s keepin’ it
The first thing that came to mind was you
Second thing was how do I know if it’s mine and is it true
Third thing was me wishin’ that I never did what I did
How I ain’t ready for no kid and bye bye to our relationship

These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I could say
My chick on the side said she got one on the way
These are my confessions
Man I’m thrown and I don’t know what to do
I guess I gotta give part 2 of my confessions
If I’m gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I’m so throwed and I don’t know what to do
But to give you part 2 of my confessions


A ball of anger and worry has steadily been building in the pit of his stomach on the ride home. The run had gone better than any of the could have imagined, so well in fact that Clay gave the go ahead for an overnight stay in one of their favorite stomping grounds, which meant that so long as Heather was there he’d be getting his dick wet sooner rather than later.

Which is exactly what he did; and everything had been going great until Heather, propped on her elbow with the sheet sliding down to her waist showing off full breasts, smiled nervously at him as she let the words slips from her lips.

‘I’m pregnant…’

Those two words completely rocked his world. Disbelief came first quickly followed by anger as he questioned just how the fuck she knows it’s his, and when she said he’s the only guy she’s been with, he believes her. Sure she’s a crow eater but she’s a crow eater with aspirations of becoming someone’s Old Lady; and she’d make a damn good one, just not for him.

He has his Old Lady.


Pulling his bike into the drive way he can’t even begin to think of how he’s going to her about the mess he’s gotten himself into this time.


Sittin here stuck on stupid, tryna figure out
When, what, and how I'mma let this come out of my mouth
Said it ain’t gon’ be easy
But I need to stop thinkin’, contemplatin’
Be a man and get it over with (over with)
I’m ridin’ in my whip
Racin’ to her place
Talkin’ to myself
Preparin’ to tell her to her face
She open up the door and didn’t want to come near me
I said “one second baby please hear me”

These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I could say
My chick on the side said she got one on the way
These are my confessions
Man I’m thrown and I don’t know what to do
I guess I gotta give part 2 of my confessions
If I’m gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I’m so throwed and I don’t know what to do
But to give you part 2 of my confessions


She can’t move. Everything inside of her tells her to get up, to do something, to fill the space and silence that threatens to drown her; but she can’t move. The words ring in her ears, words that woke her from a sound sleep and played on a heart breaking loop since.

‘I’m having your Old Man’s baby…I’m having your Old Man’s baby…I’m having your Old Man’s baby….’

Her eyes close when she hears Happy’s bike pull into the drive and with her heart lodged in her throat she listens for his footsteps, and when the front door opens and closes she tries to prepare herself, but how do you prepare yourself to have your heart broken?

The sound of his boots usually lit her up inside, but every step that draws closer fills her with dread, and when her eyes meet his, it takes everything inside of her to not break down and cry.

“Lydia…” he steps towards her but she shakes her head furiously at him.

“Don’t,” despite the way her voice shakes the seriousness comes through and he stays where he is hands stuffed in his pockets. She studies him, and wonders how the face of the man she’s spent so much time loving could seem so strange to her. “How. How could you do this to me? To us?”

“Lyd, please…” he reaches for her and when his hand brushes her shoulder she jumps up, shoving him back a full step.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” she snaps, her body vibrating with anger as she stares at him. “I don’t, I don’t understand. I have been with you every fucking step of the way. I moved to Tacoma with you, I moved back from Tacoma with you, I’ve helped you take care of your Mom…”

“I know…”

“Is this my punishment?” she asks tears rolling down her face, “is this what I get because I can’t give you kids?”

“What? No! Lydia, I swear I never meant for this to happen…”

“Oh so fucking someone else happened by accident?” she demands, “my God Happy, what did you think was going to happen?”

“She said she was on the pill,” he yells back and all she can do is laugh.

“And you were stupid enough to fucking fall for that?” she asks brushing her fingers over her cheeks. “How, how does this even happen? You and that crow eater slut threw a grenade into my life and now, now I have to go, because despite the fact that my life is in shambles I promised your Mom that I would take her to the doctor today. If you have any semblance of a brain in that thick head of yours I would suggest you pack a bag, I think it’s best for all involved if you stay at the clubhouse for a while.”

“Lydia, be reasonable,” he says as she starts to head for the door and she freezes turning to look at him.

“You got another woman pregnant and you’re really going to stand there and tell me to be reasonable?” she asks through clenched teeth. “You’re lucky to still be breathing Lowman, and if you want to go on breathing you’ll pack that bag and be gone by the time I get home.”


This by far is the hardest thing I think I’ve ever had to do
To tell you, the woman I love
That I’m having a baby by a woman that I barely even know
I hope you can accept the fact that I’m man enough to tell you this
And hopefully you’ll give me another chance
This ain’t about my career
This ain’t about my life
It’s about us


“You fucked up good this time,” Bobby’s voice is full of humor and with a growl Happy turns to look at the older man who stares at him, a broad grin creasing his face.

“You heard…”

“We all did. Gemma’s been reaming all of our asses over this,” Bobby says settling next to him on the bed.

“Shit,” Happy mutters dropping his head into his hands.

“So you got your piece on the side pregnant,” Bobby laughs clapping a hand onto his shoulder, “accidents happen.”

“Lydia’s devastated,” Happy says looking over at his brother. “I don’t think she’ll forgive me for this one.”

“Sure she will. Lydia’s built to be your Old Lady. She’ll be pissed for a while, as she has a right to be, but she’ll come around after a while,” Bobby tries for reassuring but all Happy can do is shake his head.

“I don’t think so Bobby,” he says, running a hand over his face. “Lydia can’t have kids…”


“Yeah, serious.”

“Shit,” Bobby lets out a breath and after a few beats of silence he clears his throat. “Sounds like you need a drink.”


Sitting outside of the house, he watches for any sign of Lydia moving inside. He’s never been so close and yet felt so far away from her. He wants to see her, to hold her, hell he’d settle for being cursed out by her again, but instead he’s forced to watch her from afar hoping that the day will come that she’ll find a way to forgive him.

After all, it’s as Bobby said, accidents happen, and she can’t stay mad forever, can she?


These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I could say
My chick on the side said she got one on the way
These are my confessions
Man I’m thrown and I dont know what to do
I guess I gotta give part 2 of my confessions
If I’m gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I’m so throwed and I don’t know what to do
But to give you part 2 of my confessions


Princess Duties

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: General Hux x Reader

Words: 1466

A/N: Based off of this prompt.

Being a princess was hard. Very, very hard. Your mother was always getting on you about keeping your posture, smile, stride don’t stop, blah blah blah. 

“You have to be a role model for our people” your mother would say. 

Being a princess and the eldest child meant you had duties. One of those duties was to marry a man with the best potential to be king. You hated the fact that you were to be married off to someone you barely knew. Someone who your parents thought would make an “exemplary ruler”, according to your father. So what was the best way to find the future king of Bethars? A presentation of the suitors. And when was this going to take place? On your twenty-first birthday aka the day you become the marrying age. Juuuust perfect.

You paced in front of your mother as she sat down at her desk sending out letters to First Order families and First Order planets, “Mother, please. Why can’t I just find someone on my own and marry for love?”

Your mother doesn’t look up from her datapad, “Y/N, considering how picky you are, it will take years for you to find a suitor. In time, I’m sure you will come to love this man. That’s how I was with your father.”

“I just think this entire thing is ridiculous.”

“Please, Y/N. We’ve discussed this time and time again. On your birthday, we will hold the presentation of suitors. You will talk to them, get to know them, and observe their skills.”

“Fine, but I promise you that I will make things difficult for them.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt you, dear.”

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Imagine: You and Kylo introducing your son to General Hux

Requested By: Anon

Originally posted by sterkiller

“Daddy!” Your son ran up to Kylo excitedly as he entered the meeting room. 

“Oliver I told you not to bother Daddy when he’s working!” You scolded as you trailed in behind him.  

Kylo looked up from his conversation with Hux and quickly removed his helmet before he caught your son in his arms.

“What are you both doing here?” He asked, visibly relieved that someone had interrupted his conversation with the General.

You walked towards the table in the centre of the room and gave your husband an apologetic look, “Someone decided to run away from me to come and visit you.”

Kylo kissed Oliver’s cheek, “Have you been giving your mother trouble?”

“No,” he giggled in response.

Hux cleared his throat and you all turned to him, suddenly remembering that he was also in the room.

Kylo sighed, “Oliver, this is General Hux,” he gestured towards the man. Oliver stayed silent as Hux looked at him confusedly. 

“Go on then, darling, say hello,” you urged your son.

He shook his head, “I don’t like that man.”

“Oliver, you haven’t met General Hux before,” you whispered harshly.

“But Daddy said General Hux is an idiot!” He announced, crossing his arms.

Hux scowled as Kylo did his best to hide a smirk.

Your eyes widened in surprise, “Alright, young man, I think it’s time we let Daddy and the General get back to their work.”

Kylo quickly gave you a reassuring look. You knew how he felt about the General, but you didn’t expect him to be passing on those sentiments to your child. Especially not when he was only four years old. He stood up with Oliver still in his arms and walked you both to the door.

“Well done, buddy,” Kylo said quietly to Oliver before setting him down.

“I heard that Ren,” Hux snapped.

You heard a low chuckle from beneath Kylo’s helmet as you quickly ushered your son out of the room.  

EXO approaching their wife after their child asks for a sibling

Just a note: this scenario may not be as detailed as my last one, since it will be somewhat similar. Nonetheless, thanks for the ask! <3

*Gifs as always do not belong to me. Credit where it’s due. 

Xiumin: He brings this up to his wife in due time; not right after his son brought the matter to him. He would mention it subtly, with a soft smile accompanying his remark. “You know jagi, our boy’s been telling me about having a sibling. Sounds good right?” Minseok would carefully take sips of his coffee while listening to his wife’s side of the matter. He wouldn’t force her into doing something she may not want, but he’ll try his best to convince her for the sake of his little boy. 

Originally posted by xiumsk

Luhan: “He hasn’t told you yet?” Luhan would query his wife almost immediately after his little boy approached him, beseeching for a little sibling. After telling her what it is their little boy has been imploring them for, he’d have the largest grin, almost analogous to his son’s when he was asking for a sibling. “It’s not a bad idea, right baobei? It’ll give him something to do after all!” Like Xiumin, Luhan wouldn’t coax her if she’s not keen on the idea. 

Originally posted by luhanahs

Kris: He will do everything within his power to convince his wife of the allurement of a second child. As I’ve mentioned multiple times, Kris is someone who I think dreams of being a father with many children, so the fact that his little girl shares congruous desires would elate him. He would take this opportunity to convince his wife also. He may even bring in their daughter to assist him in imploring. “You have something you want to tell mommy right?” Hearing his daughter appeal to her mother he would also go along with it slightly extravagant. “A sibling? That’s a great idea princess! You could have a little sister to keep you company, or a really cool little brother!” 

Originally posted by holymotherlandkorea

Suho: He’d be slightly bashful when approaching his wife on the matter. But his little girl has been requesting this for sometime, so he wants to bring some sort of clarification to her regarding if she can have a sibling or not. “Jagi, our angel brought up the funniest thing a few days ago. She really wants a little brother! She wants to have tea parties with him and read stories to him, how cute is that jagi? Well, I guess we have to do something to make that happen, right?” 

Originally posted by kingjunmyeonn

Lay: He’s been on board with this idea even before his little boy brought it up to him. Yixing will only bring it up with his wife when a perfect opportunity presents itself. With a soft smile, and his wife enclosed within his embrace, he’d tentatively bring it up. “Our little prince seems to be getting lonely these days. Perhaps another baby would make him feel better baobei?” he would murmur gently, in no way pressuring her, but being rather patient and understanding while listening to her response. 

Originally posted by ygyixing

Baekhyun: After a few weeks of heavy contemplation, he’s come to the concurrence that another baby in the house wouldn’t be too much of an obstacle in the family’s daily life. So, being extra genial and attentive to his wife, she would pick up on Baek’s antics, questioning him. “What? You’ve been so incredible to me and our son, it’s only right that I return all those favors! Imagine having two kids in the house. I bet that’d be an enjoyable experience. Two adorable kids and an amazingly beautiful wife. We should consider it~ Also, how can we increase our chances of having another boy? I’m just asking….for a friend?” 

Originally posted by sehunlays

Chen: “I know this is sudden, but I think it’d be a good idea if our princess had a sibling?” he’d inquire his wife tentatively, shifting in his stance delicately as he awaits her answer. Instantly, she’d grant Jongdae a befuddled expression and he’d know exactly what she’s referring to with this sharp look. “What? I’ve been having a change of heart lately jagi! Honest~” snickering softly, Jongdae would pull her closely to him in an affectionate embrace. 

Originally posted by chenmorningstar98

Chanyeol: He’d be blunt about approaching his wife on the matter, probably getting their daughter to join in with him just to further her positive conviction on the subject. “C’mon jagi! Look how adorable our pumpkin is. Another baby would be just as cute as her!” Chanyeol would have their little girl do an aeygo show for her in the process while he continues with his blatant beseeching. After all, he did pinky promise with his little girl that she would get a little sibling in due time. 

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

*I had to with this one. 

D.O: The only way Kyungsoo would be convinced that his son is ready for the task of being an older sibling is by observing over his behavior for weeks on end. Kyungsoo wants to ensure that his little boy is mature enough to take this responsibility on without rushing it nor delaying the process. After heavy scrutiny, once Kyungsoo comes to a conclusive settlement, he’ll be sure to bring up all his watchings to her. “I think he’s ready for this jagi. His behavior has been especially consistent as of late.” He wouldn’t rush his wife’s decision, merely using this to bring up his own personal sentiments. 

Originally posted by princewangeun

Tao: Similar to Chanyeol and Baekhyun, Tao would be especially affectionate towards his wife, more than usual, much to her elation, bringing her to question Tao’s antics. “What? Aren’t I always this great to you baobei?” he’d exclaim, pouting in a cute manner. “It’s just that our boy has been wanting to tell you for a while,” ushering his little son in, Tao would help him recite their request for a new baby to her, nice and drawn out, with batting eyes glazed with palpable comity. 

Originally posted by shinylightblue

Kai: He’s a bit modest when approaching his wife on this matter. Quietly shifting from side to side with puffed out cheeks while awaiting her opinion on the subject. Jongin is just slightly tensed in the event that she won’t take his side easily, and how he’ll have to break this news to their little princess whose been on her best behavior to show what a good ‘big sister’ she’d make. “Five kids might be a lot jagi, but I’m sure the dogs wouldn’t be opposed to having another sibling in the house. I know our little girl wouldn’t either.” 

Originally posted by yourbiaslikesitrough

Sehun: More than likely, he’ll end up discussing this with his wife even while he’s still dubious on the thought of having another baby. Since Sehun’s ideal family would be consisting of one kid, this is slightly hard for him to intake hearing his little girl implore him for another girl in the house. Depending on what his wife takes away from this, that will make up his own mind on the matter. In a way, aside from answering his daughter’s inquiries succinctly, this is a way for Sehun to attain clarification on his stance as well. 

Originally posted by visual-jongdae

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hit me (with your best shot)

pairing: jikook

genre: fluff (w/half a second of angst lol)

a/n: originally posted on ao3 for bts ficmas (for the lovely kyra!!), but i’m deciding to finally post it here too haha.

summary: The first time they meet, Jeongguk hits him with a snowball.
And that is how it all begins.

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The Real Win

Also on my AO3

There were two minutes left in the third period of game seven of the playoffs. The Falconers and the Schooners were dead even – three wins, three losses, one point each in this final game. The next goal won the Cup. Literally. Jack snagged the puck from the faceoff and sent a hard pass to Tater before dashing up the boards. Up in a private box, Bitty was gripping the edge of his seat. Bob and Alicia were sitting in front, and the Samwell’s Men’s Hockey team fanned out in the remaining seats. The air was tense, everyone holding their breath, waiting to see if this game would go to a shoot out.

The whistle blew. The play stopped and the teams gathered around their benches to wait out the commercial break. Bitty watched Jack lean in and say something to Tater, Marty tapping him on the helmet.

“Lord, I’m so nervous.”

“Brah, everything’s gonna be fine. We’re up on shots and the Schooners have one of their second line d-men playing. If we don’t win now, we’re definitely gonna get it in OT. Snowy’s not letting a thing in,” Shitty said reassuringly. The ‘Yo Marry Me Jack Zimmerman’ sign was on the floor at his feet, ready to be waved when the camera panned to their box.

“I’m still nervous. It’s good to be nervous.”

On the ice, the referees blew their whistles. Tater took the faceoff this time. The Schooners won the puck and the commentator rattled off names and a play-by-play of the game. The play was hanging around the blue line in the Falconer’s defensive zone, and Bitty was working his way through the fingernails on his left hand. Suddenly, there were only thirty seconds left. A Schooner forward went for a shot but it went wide and Jack swooped in and snatched it, breaking out of his zone. He passed it hard to Thirdy who dodged opposing players on his way up the ice. Tater and Guy were close behind him, with Jack coming up afterwards.

“And its Robinson with the puck. He passes to St. Martin, over to Mashkov, back to St. Martin…”

The announcers drone on, narrating the plays for the millions of people watching at home. Bitty chances a look up at the scoreboard over center ice. Only fifteen seconds. Fourteen. Thirteen.

“Zimmermann’s got the puck. He passes to Robinson, back to Zimmermann. He shoots, he scores! Zimmermann’s got the goal folks with only four seconds left on the clock! Falconers take the Cup!”

The siren screams and the noise of the crowd is deafening. Bitty’s sure there are tears in Alicia’s eyes as she hugs Bob. Shitty’s waving his sign proudly, screaming, “Jack Zimmermann, you fucking beaute!” Lardo, Ransom, and Holster are wrapped in a three-way hug, Chowder flying over his seat to join in. Bitty’s clapping and shouting and he can barely see the ice through his tears.

George appears at the door of their box and looked over at Bob and Alicia. “You’re good to go down to the ice now. Eric, you can come too.”

Bitty nods, a lump stuck in his throat. He wipes at this eyes as Shitty thumps him on the back. Bob guides him out into the hallway. Up ahead, Bitty can see Marty’s wife and son being ushered out of their box with Guy’s wife and Poot’s girlfriend.

Finally, the hallways and stairs give way and the ice is right there. George stands by the open door and gives Bitty a smile as he walks past.

They’re some of the first family onto the ice. The Falconers are still in a full team celly, Jack’s helmet covered head lost somewhere in the middle. Bitty steps onto the ice and slides his way towards the far end of the ice. The Falconers’ coaches are handing out the Stanley Cup Champions hats and the team assistants are taking helmets and gloves back to the bench.

Marty slaps a cap over Jacks sweaty hair. “Great job out there, kiddo. Bien fait.”

“Merci,” Jack shouts, accepting Marty’s hug.

“Ah, je vois Gabby et mon fils! Hey, Gabby!” Marty shouts, breaking away from Jack and skating over to his family.

Over Guy’s shoulder, Jack sees a tiny blond head skidding across the ice behind Gabby. Breaking away from the thumps on his back, Jack skates through the mass of players and coaches and camera crews. He passes Marty, who’s holding his son in the air like he’s the Cup. Marty catches his eye and winks.

Bitty catches sight of Jack skating towards him and tries to run faster over the ice. He slips and nearly falls, if not for Jack catching his elbow. Bitty smiles up at Jack, farther than he has to normally. Jack seem especially tall when he’s in his skates and Bitty isn’t wearing his.

“I’m so proud of you, sweetheart!” Bitty exclaims. He wraps his arms around Jack’s waist and holds him tight. He smells of sweat and ice and exhilaration.

Jack leans his chin against Bitty’s head. There’s a million thoughts running through his mind. He’s just won the Stanley Cup. He scored the game-winning goal. He’s hugging Bittle in the middle of the ice after he won the Stanley Cup.

Bitty looks up. “You alright?”

Jack nods. He looks over and sees his parents on their way towards them. George is still standing at the edge of the ice. She sees him watching her and nods gently, as if saying its alright.

“Let’s do it now.”

Bitty’s eyes widen. “Right now?”

Jack nods. “Why not? I’ve won the Cup. And George did say we could set something up once the season ends.”

“If you want to, sweetheart,” Bitty says, smiling brightly. “How do you wanna do this?”

Jack flips his Champions cap backwards and leans down to capture Bitty’s lips. Bitty kisses back with enthusiasm, reaching up onto tiptoe until Jack lifts him up so he can stand on Jack’s skates. His fingers reach into Jack’s sweaty hair. Jack’s hands hold Bitty’s waist firmly so he doesn’t fall.

“I love you so much, Jack Zimmermann,” Bitty whispers.

“Je t’aime aussi,” Jack whispers back.

Bob and Alicia, who had been standing back to give they boys some space, come forward and give Jack their own congratulations. Bitty is wrapped up in the family hug. Afterwards, Jack’s hand doesn’t move from it’s place on Bitty back.

“Going to break my record now?” Bob asks.

“I can only try,” Jack said, laughing.

The crowd has spread around the ice. Camera crews film the players and the families, while reporters from nearly every sports station ask questions. The Stanley Cup is hoisted in the air over Marty’s head and a separate camera crew tracks its progress.

“Zimmermann!” Marty calls. “Your turn with the Cup, kiddo.”

Jack’s grin widens and he presses a kiss to Bitty’s head before skating over. Marty gives the Cup one last kiss and then Jack’s hoisting it over his head. Bitty take out his phone and snaps a picture.

@omgcheckplease: Proudest bf in the world <3 #stanleycup #thatsmyboyfriend


The next morning, Jack and Bitty lie curled up together in bed in Jack’s apartment in Providence. CNN and Sports Net have both run stories about Jack and Bitty, with pictures of Jack with the Cup and a shot of Jack and Bitty hugging. Bitty’s twitter has gained over five thousand followers and George has already called for a press conference in the following couple days.

“That was a good way to do it,” she had said the night before. “Nothing overly crazy. You might want to get on social media too, Jack. Just to be sure.”

Bitty had laughed and helped Jack set up a twitter account. Lying together in bed, Jack fumbles with his phone and posts his first tweet.

It’s a picture of Jack and Bitty snuggled together, Jack’s Champions hat covering Bitty’s bedhead. The sun shining through the window casts just the right amount of light, glinting off Bitty’s smile as Jack kisses his cheek.

@jlzimmermann1: I’m so lucky to have this man in my life. Thanks for all your support @omgcheckplease. #therealwin

Seconds later, there’s a reply.

@samwelldmen: @omgcheckplease @jlzimmermann1 FIIIIIIIINNNNNEE!!!!