you may all burst into tears

The story of how I came out 6/6/17

Okay so my friend invited me to pride, and I needed an outfit so I blurted out to my mom “I need an outfit.”
And she was like “why?”

AND THEN I PANICKED and said “no reason, just me and (my best friends name) are going somewhere.”

That’s when I realized I was screwed. She asked “where?” And I told her it wasn’t anything illegal or with drunk or high people.

She keep further asking me where and I hinted it was a festival.

I was fucking screwed at this point.

Later on, she asked me again, and I told her the truth, I wanted to go to pride. She asked me why… and I broke down crying. I told her I was gay. Bisexual, and I wanted to do nothing but hide in a hole at this point.

She is a hardcore Christian, so I thought she would reject me or throw me out, but she said after conversing a bit

“You will always be my daughter and I’ll support you as my daughter, I may not agree with your lifestyle, but it doesn’t mean you’re not my daughter.”

I honestly bursted out into tears because she didn’t reject me, she may not support me dating a girl at this point, but she supports me as her child. That’s honestly all I could ask for from my mom.

college! au shidge

I may not yet be in college but I am however still a student and really I just pulled these from my butt and accidentally ended up writing a fic ok anyways

  • shiro’s staring dumbfounded at his best friend’s little sister who managed to jump three whole years into his grade like H O W
  • them at the library and pidge cursing her smolness and shiro just hoists her up on his shoulder to the right shelf
  • for some reason they have a lot of classes together. A LOT.

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Y’all I just cracked myself up so badly oh my god I’ve got tears in my eyes

Look the bros must have absolutely insane tan lines, not only that but just general endeavors with the sun

You guys

Noctis having the worst shirt tan line, and oh my lord his gloved hand. His gloved hand tan line. He takes off the glove to go take a shower in the hotel bathroom and oh my god you cannot help but burst out laughing because it’s just this huge strip of pale-ass skin. It’s like a watch tan line but 25 times better

Prompto may have all the sunshine in his soul but his body reacts terribly to it. This boy could get a sunburn during a snowstorm. All the bros use sunscreen but Prompto uses the most and he gets a neopolitan tan because he’s so pale underneath his clothes, and he sometimes takes off his vest if it’s particularly hot but there’s the tan line from the vest and oh my lord. So at the end of the day there’s his pale skin under his shirt, there’s this sliver that’s burnt and there’s the rest of his arm that miraculously tanned over and it looks hilarious (and you take lots of pictures)

Gladio has his chest out all the time and then those tank tops, man oh man, he doesn’t get any tan lines torso-wise but his legs oh my GOD. You pranked him one time and snatched the change of clothes he had for post shower, and when he came out of the bathroom you burst out laughing because now you know where Casper the Ghost’s legs are, Gladio stole them, my god he’s just so pale underneath his pants

Ignis regrets his choice of gloves sometimes because he’ll take them off and you’ll just laugh because just his thumb and the four knuckles are tanned and the rest is just pale af. And my lord the rest of him is just as pale, y’all know he shows the least skin out of the bros, and he just has this distinct line right at his collarbone from his tan.

you guys i can’t breathe i’m laughing too hard help me

i can’t stop imagining the boys with tan lines

anonymous asked:

Kuroo + his gf who gets a lil drunk so he decides it's time to leave but his gf says she can't go with him bc she has a bf (she's talking about him to him without even realizing bc drunk) he plays along and starts asking her about her bf and she gushes about him and says silly things he does. Eventually he asks if she loves him and she says yes and how she wants to marry him, have kids and grow old together. He gets emotional because holy fuck I love this dork so much

Okay, so this is going to be like a continuation of this scenario I wrote a while ago: X

[College - Almost adult life ! AU]

“Oh yes, the gods are favoring me now” Kuroo thought as he looked at his drunken partner.

Currently, he was trying to convince her to go home, but without avail. She looked up at him and said “Ya‘now dude, I know what you’re trying to do” she snorted “and let me tell ya, I have a boyfriend so go away before I call him”

She didn’t recognize him, perfect timing to get a mini revenge on the last time he got drunk.

“Ohh, excuse me then, I didn’t know you had a boyfriend” he said seriously “is he going to come if you call him?”

“Of course he is” she said “he’s like, ya’now, super caring and all those thingsss” she slurred a little “like, almost a father, always worrying and trying to help me”

His heart swelled with pride, knowing that his girlfriend saw him like that, someone whom she could rely on. “That’s very nice, I hope you have a long, love-filled relationship” he said

She smiled “I hope so!!” she laughed “even though he’s a biiiig nerd, always making those horrible science puns” and then she said “but he makes me happy, so I’m willing to hear them everyday”

His puns were amazing, why did she consider them horrible? She had no sense of humor, of course she didn’t. “Do you love him?” he asked cautiously.

She fell silent for a few moments, and those moments were the worst torture for Kuroo. Did she doubt her love for him?

“Of course I love him!!” she said excitedly “I love him lots and lotsssss, like I really can’t imagine a life without him?”

Oh god, someone please save Kuroo’s heart “I like to think of us in the future, happily married, with little children running around our house” she said sweetly “and I want to hold his hand every day, even as the years start passing”

She sounded surprisingly sober right now, but he couldn’t think about that at all. His heart was about to burst from his chest, happiness taking over his body. He didn’t realize a few tears slipped from his eyes, until he felt her hands on his face, and her fingers wiping them away.

“I may be drunk Kuroo, but I’m not stupid enough not to recognize you after a while” she said smiling at him.

“Oh” was all he could muster at that moment “did…did you lie about the things you said?” he asked slowly.

“Do I look like someone who’s going to lie about those things?” she asked.

“Of course not” he said looking in her eyes “God, I love you so much (Name)”

Never in his life had he felt so sure about something. When the right moment arrived, he definitely was going to ask her to marry him. He hoped she liked the ring he saw on a jewelry a few weeks ago.

Solangelo Through the Ages

Age 5                          

Will looked around his kindergarten classroom. There didn’t appear to be anyone he would be interested in making friends with, and he was just about to give up and sit on his own when a boy a little smaller than him with glowing white skin, jet black hair and chocolate eyes walked through the door. Will immediately wanted to befriend him.

 Once the boy sat down, Will walked over to him. “Hi!” he said enthusiastically. “What’s your name?”

 “My name is Nico. What’s your name?”

 “My name’s Will.”

 “Cool. Do you wanna be my friend?” he asked hopefully.

 “Yeah!” Will said happily, sitting down next to Nico.

Age 10

It was a normal Saturday afternoon, and Will was on the couch reading a book. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. “I’ll get it!” he called to his parents.

He opened the door. “Nico?” he asked. Will realised Nico was crying. “What’s wrong, Nico?” Will had never seen Nico cry.

“M-mama and B-bianca. They’re gone!” he sobbed.

“You mean…” Will couldn’t even finish his sentence.

“They’re dead,” he whispered, his eyes falling to his shoes.

 “Nico,” he whispered, opening his arms. “Come here.” Nico buried his head in Will’s shoulder.

Will’s mother walked in. ‘What happened?’ she mouthed to Will. She didn’t get a response.

Once Nico noticed that Will’s mom was in the room, he turned around and started apologizing. “I’m so s-sorry, Mrs. Solace. I didn’t know where else to go.”

“It’s alright, Nico. What happened?”

“M- my Mama and B-bianca. They were in a car accident. They’re gone now,” he managed, before turning to Will and bursting into tears again.

Mrs. Solace, knowing Nico’s father had left, knew that Nico was now alone. She also knew that, if she sent him to authorities, the might try to send him to his father. She walked over to the boys, looking back and forth between the two of them. “Nico, honey, we will help you sort all of this out. Will, may I speak to you for a minute?”

He nodded, gave Nico a squeeze, and said he would be right back. Then he followed his mother into the kitchen.

“Can we let him stay here, Mama?”

“That is what I was about to ask you. You would want him to stay with us?”

“Of course! He is my best friend! 

“Okay. He’ll have to share your room, okay?”

“Okay!” Will turned to leave, but his mother stopped him.

“You know he’s hurting right now. He feels how you felt when you got news of Michael.”

Will grimaced before“I know. But I didn’t have anyone to make me feel better when Michael died. Maybe I can make him feel a little better.” Mrs. Solace smiled at Will, and he turned and walked to Nico in the living room.

“Would you like to stay with us Nico?” Will asked softly.

Nico’s eyes widened. “Would that be okay? 

“Of course, Nico. I’ll talk to my husband, Apollo, but I’m sure he will say yes,” chimed in Mrs. Solace. Then, she bent down and whispered to Nico, “He likes you.”

For a moment, Nico forgot his troubles. “Thank you so much!”

 Mrs. Solace and WIll both hugged him, and suddenly he remembered why he would be staying with them. His smile faded, and the light in his eyes diminished.

“Is there anything I can do, Nico?” Will asked timidly.

He gave a weak smile and replied, “You are doing more than enough already.”

“If there’s anything we can do, just let me know,” he volunteered.   

He nodded in response.

Age 15

“Hey Nico!” Will called one day as the two were headed to the pool. Nico turned around only to be greeted by a water balloon bursting against his chest. 

“Hey!” he shouted back, running up to Will, looking for the water balloons. He reached inside his friend’s bag and retrieved a water balloon, then another, then another, until his arms were full.

“I hope you left some for me, Neeks, or this won’t be a fair fight! 

“Was it fair of you to throw one at me without warning earlier? 

Will smiled and replied, “No,” before he launched another at the dark haired boy.

“This is war, Solace!” he cried, and the two became a blur of color and water, and they soon ran out of balloons.

“Got any more tricks up your sleeve, Will?” Nico asked.

“You’ll see,” he replied deviously.

After about an hour of messing around in the pool, Will dragged Nico out of the water and towards the table they had reserved for the two of them.

“What’s up?” Nico asked gently 

“Nico di Angelo, you have been my best friend for 10 years,” Will began, “You are the first person I came out to, and the person I trust most in the world. You are amazing and wonderful and you make my life brighter. Will you be my boyfriend?”

Nico’s jaw dropped to the floor. He attempted words, but it came out more like gibberish, and Will’s expression faltered for a second, but Nico quickly nodded, and the blonde’s smile returned. 

“You had me worried there, death boy,” Will admitted 

“Are you kidding? I’ve been in love with you since the seventh grade!” Nico assured him.

“Sixth. I win,” Will retorted childishly.

“Whatever you say, sunshine.” Will blushed at the nickname.  

Then, a look of realization struck Will’s face. “Oh! I almost forgot!” He dug into one of the zipper pockets of his bag and pulled out a black velvet box, which he handed to Nico 

“Will, you really shouldn’t have.”

“But I wanted to,” Will insisted, kissing his his boyfriend’s cheek. “Now open it.”

Nico obliged, and he grinned. “It’s beautiful,” he said, hardly a whisper, as Will slipped on the ring. It was simple silver with the sun and moon carved into it.

“It reminded me of us,” said Will.

“I love it.” Nico smiled. He pressed his lips softly to Will’s, and for a moment, they both forgot everything in the world but each other.

Should I do part two? 

Sometimes lesbians do get happy endings. 

Mum wasn’t going to come to my wedding. It was hard, but I’d made peace with that. My girlfriend and I would get married without her blessing. 

Then, two days before the big day, when we were already in New Zealand, I got a frantic call at 11pm at night. I answered it and it was her, crying and asking if she’d still be welcome. We said yes, of course, and she booked herself last minute flights to get to New Zealand. 

When I first saw her outside the registry, all dressed up with her hair done and holding flowers, I burst into tears. She came up to me and touched my face, saying, “You look so happy. Both of you, you look so happy,” and gave us these roses.

They’re more than flowers to me. 

They’re given to me by a women to cried and shouted and refused to talk about my sexuality for seven years after I came out to her. It may not seem like much: but she had to walk into that flower store and buy these. She had to choose roses - the symbol of love - for her gay daughter and her gay daughter’s ‘friend’. There’s an admission in that. There’s acceptance in that. These roses say, “I know you love each other,” and she gave them to us at our wedding, which she flew three thousand kilometres to attend. 

I sobbed as she placed them in my hand. 

Because nothing will ever touch what it feels like to finally, finally know your mother loves you just the way you are. 

Just Friends // Baekhyun (1)

synopsis: your relationship with Baekhyun used to be full of hatred until one little school project makes the feelings swerve everywhere

chapters: one // two

genre: fluff and angst in the future

pov: 1st

word count: 1,878

author’s note: if this chapter gets fifty likes or more, i’ll start working on the second chapter! this was actually really fun to write as well. as always, i hope you enjoy and requests are open!

TRIGGER WARNING: this chapter includes domestic/child abuse and alcoholism


It wasn’t always this confusing. In fact, when we were younger, we despised each other. I guess it was due to the fact of us being children, and like all children, we were most likely drama queen and king. Actually, the only reason our relationship is confusing, is because of what happened last week. You’re probably confused, aren’t you? Well how about this, I’ll go back and explain our relationship, what happened, and how we ended up in this situation. Then, we’ll be where we are now, does that sound good?


Walking through the doors of preschool consisted of me holding on to my mother’s hand, desperately tugging at it to make her take the both of us home. My older brother told me that preschool was the best year of school ever, and I believed him. Until we walked through the doors. Kids were everywhere, yelling, running, and playing. It’s terrifying. “Y/N, you have to let go of my hand, sweetie.” Mom chuckled, gently removing one finger at a time from her hand.

“No way!” I exclaimed, grabbing onto her arm instead. She gave me ‘the look’ before proceeding to walk away. She mouthed an ‘I love you’ before leaving the place. At the brink of tears, I slowly walked into the hectic room, trying to avoid any trouble, along with the noisy kids.

“Baekhyun, slow down!” a young lady, presumably the teacher, yelled, running after a brown haired child, who is most likely Baekhyun. Soon enough the brown haired kid would run past me, but he instead ran into me and knocked me down to the ground.

“Watch where you’re going!” he exclaimed. “You almost gave me cooties, how gross!”

I have never even heard of cooties until this very moment, and my small, frail body ended up trembling, the tears that welled up in my eyes being released. Cooties, he sounded so angry when he said that. And that was frightening. Needless to say, I started to think I was dying, as if I had this disease called cooties, which was the most deadly disease in the world. Thanks to me being an over-dramatic four-year-old, I thought I was on the brink of death, like I could die at any moment. To sum up, the word “cooties” made me think I was in danger and I ended up breaking down, tears finally streaming down my face.

The mysterious lady (who I had absolutely no clue of her name) scurried over to me, her face etched in worry. She picked me up and looked down at the boy and scolded, “I have had enough of this behavior, Byun Baekhyun! If I have to scold you one more time, there will be a call to mom and dad!” She yelled, she actually yelled. I remembered my brother saying, “if the teacher actually yells at a preschool student, it means they often get in trouble, so don’t worry about getting yelled at unless you choose to be an annoying rascal.” Did I know what the word rascal meant? No. But I assumed it was pretty bad, considering he used it in the context of “don’t get in trouble or you’re a rascal.”

After hearing her yell, I buried my face into the crook of her neck. I was never a person who could handle anything revolving around yelling or fighting. Call me weak if you must, but it’s who I am and I’ve come to accept it.

From that moment on, I swore to myself that I would avoid Baekhyun at all costs. That plan, however, failed. First of all, it just so happened that my assigned spot was right next to Baekhyun, which meant that he could torture and annoy me whenever he pleased. And let me tell you, he took up that offer every moment he could.

Ever since then, every single day I came home, I would whine and complain to my brother about how infuriating Baekhyun was. And every single time, he had the exact same reply: “He has a crush on you.” (Admittedly, the first time he said crush I was very confused since crush usually means smash, break, destroy, and etcetera.)

Then the next year of school came around, and with just my luck, I managed to be in the very kindergarten classroom of Byun Baekhyun. However, he ignored me for a few months. He was too busy hanging out with his newfound best friend, Park Chanyeol. He was (and still is) a lengthy person, his legs very long. For the most part, I really liked Chanyeol. The taller male was an angel: whenever Baekhyun came my way to irritate me, Chanyeol steered him away, instead dragging him along to the action figures and other toys, a great distraction for any five or six year old. To put it simply, I felt like Chanyeol was a guardian angel, always steering the annoying Baekhyun away from me.

For a majority of kindergarten, not much happened to me dealing with Baekhyun, though first grade is where hell truly took place.

During summertime, when I was transitioning from kindergarten to first grade, my mom lost her job and started drinking. For the first few days, she’d have a beer every day, but then it turned to more. It was three drinks, four drinks, five drinks, and so on, until it eventually became a new beer after the last was finished. Throughout the summer, all I saw of her was her either drinking, drunk out of her mind, vomiting, or passed out. My father was dealing with her, doing his best to make sure she didn’t pass, but then she did something truly awful. One time, my father refused to give her another beer, all the beer that had been in the fridge was either thrown out or stashed away, and that’s when my mom lost it.

She started becoming violent, both physically and emotionally. At first, it was aimed only towards my dad, so he often times came to mine and my brother’s room, discussing how we should at all times possible stay in our room or at a friend’s house, which is what we did for quite a while. That is, until, my mother started breaking even more. She eventually demanded we open the door, and when we wouldn’t, she kick at it. At first, we were fine with that. We knew she was out of her mind. But then she finally kicked the door down. When she did break the door, she started screaming like the madwoman she was.

Once she came in, she grabbed my hair and pulled. She kept pulling at it, even though I screamed and yelled for her to stop. She started pulling the hair out, and to this day, I have a scar on the right side of my head, forever there to remind me of the awful day.

Luckily for me and my brother, he was able to grab his phone in the midst of this and called for dad, when he picked up he was a sobbing mess, begging for him to come inside and take us away. The first thing my father did was call the police, to tell them about the domestic and child abuse going on, and then he ran. No matter how slow he normally was, he ran as fast as the speed of sound and made it to us, quickly hitting at my mother until she fell back, which is when he picked me up and grabbed my brother’s hand, running far away from the house.

By the time first grade started, I was still an emotional mess due to the whole mother situation. To make it worse, Baekhyun was still in the same class as me while Chanyeol was over in Ms. Kim’s classroom. He managed to make another friend though. His name was Sehun, but he’s an even shittier person than Baekhyun, which made my life ten times more miserable than it was on its own.

In addition to that, exactly one week before Mother’s Day, my class started our projects for gifts to, if not obvious enough already, give to our mothers. My teacher was kind enough to whisper to me during nap time (the one time other children would actually fall asleep, which was oddly strange) that I could draw my dad a picture instead, so that is what I did.

My drawing was a picture of my father, my brother, and myself in our quaint house next to the park. Of course, I never even thought of my mother once through the entire drawing process (as much of a process as there is for a seven-year-old). My time drawing my small family was peaceful, until the two notorious brats Sehun and Baekhyun decided to waltz in and think they knew enough about my life to criticize the picture.

Sehun for the most part was on the shy side, but once he was with Baekhyun he was the devil, which made this experience so much more enjoyable. “Hi, Y/N!” Baekhyun said, a cheery ass smile on his face.

“What do you want?” I asked, immediately furious, knowing the two boys were up to no good.

Sehun instantly replies. “You’re drawing is wrong.” Baekhyun just snickered in agreement. What assholes.

“How is it wrong?” I questioned, voice innocent yet dripping with anger.

“You forgot your mommy, the reason why it’s being drawn.” Baekhyun answered. Okay, I may have thought to myself that I had moved on from the situation, but do to my reaction, I clearly hadn’t in the slightest. Instead of the calm reaction I was hoping for, I ended up bursting into tears, not only making me even sadder, but also embarrassed for the rest of the school year (until Hoseok ended up peeing himself during snack time one day).

This scene seems all too familiar. Though at the time I didn’t realize this, Baekhyun made me cry just like in preschool, and yet again, I had a teacher scurrying over to me, ready to help out. “What’s wrong, sweetie?” she asked, eyebrows raised in concern.

“They-they said that… that m-my drawing was wrong!” I confessed, gripping onto the back of her shirt for dear life as I cried to my heart’s content. With her already glaring at the two boys, I continued on. “They said it was wro-wrong because it didn’t have a mommy!” I hiccuped. Once I finished crying and calmed down for the most part, she gave a stern look to the two boys and made them follow her outside to the hallway while some girls ran over to play with me and attempt to cheer me up.

“Just ignore them,” one of the girls, Jennie, said, giving me a hug before asking if I could join them. By the end of the school day, Jennie and I were calling each other best friends (but doesn’t every seven year old child do so?) and planning to meet up. My next few years were peaceful, as I managed to get through with the help of Jennie and Baekhyun being in other classrooms. But once I got to high school?

This is just the start of my life, I am nowhere near done.

Super Junior Reaction to: Spotting You At A Concert

Originally posted by randomsuperjuniorgifs

Yesung: Baby Yesung would be so happy to see you. He would tell the members and they would all come over and sing to you during songs. He would cutely act jealous when other members stayed too long, pushing them out of the way and serenading you with his soulful, rich voice.

Originally posted by taesunamo

Leeteuk: During a conversation segment of the concert, he told everyone you were there after he’d spotted you during “Sapphire Blue”. He wouldn’t hesitate to shower you with affection all through the rest of the night.

Originally posted by mysilentmemory

Shindong: He’d actually become quite shy upon seeing you. He’d wave, a blush blooming in his face. He would most likely stand near you the whole concert, a bright smile on his face.

Originally posted by shirade

Donghae: Like Shindong, he’d be a bit shy, but also super surprised. He wouldn’t become hyper until the upbeat songs came on. He’d race over to your side, dancing and maybe even doing aegyo to make you cringe. If he caught your gaze while dancing, he’d purposefully be a bit extra, smirking and biting his lip.

Kyuhyun: Surprised everyone by randomly bursting into tears. When Kyu had saw you, he’d fixed you with a dazed smile, waved and blown you a soft kiss before leaving and you hadn’t seen him again all night. Wiping tears from his eyes, head bowed, he explained the reason of his tears. “I-I’m just so happy from all the love I’m feeling tonight. Mostly from my significant lover here tonight. I may not say it much, but I truly want you to know–I love you.”

Originally posted by thesuperjunior

Heechul: He’d pretend you were a reporter in the audience for laughs. “What magazine are you from?” he’d inquire, shoving his microphone in your face. He’d then pull you into a hug and probably kiss you, making sure to be extra (at least, more than usual) just for your entertainment for the rest of the night.

Originally posted by welovehaehyuk

Eunhyuk: He’d wave at you, bending down on his knees to shyly talk to you. “Babe, when’d you get here?” You two have an adorable mini conversation and Hyukkie wouldn’t be able to stop smiling. Throughout the whole concert, he’d be staring at you with loving, amorous eyes.

Originally posted by irrational-obsessions-gottcha78

Siwon: He’d be a bit shocked seeing you, jokingly asking who you were just to make sure he wasn’t about to blow a kiss to the wrong person. When you indeed confirmed it was you, he would be about to burst with happiness on the inside, but would just beam with silent mirth on the outside, grabbing your hands and kissing your knuckles, playfully reminding you to cheer for him when he sang.

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Kangin: He would jokingly act like he didn’t see you, deliberately running away from your side of the stage. However, if Eunhyuk or Donghae came and greeted you and stayed by your side, joyfully singing and dancing to cheer you up, he’d come running over there, pretending to be mad, shooing them away as he made sure all your attention was dedicated to him. After the show was over, he’d make up for playfully ignoring you, giving you flowers and taking you out to dinner, showering you with affection.

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Sungmin: His cheeks would turn red upon seeing you, mostly if it was in the middle of the concert, as he realized you’d been watching him the whole time and he hadn’t even noticed. He would stay by your side of the stage the whole time, singing and gesturing to you while singing certain lyrics. He would feel bad for showing favoritism, but what else could he do when his favorite boy/girl was around?

Originally posted by gaemerkyu-ssi

Ryeowook: He’d be so adorably shy and probably would lean over and give you a hug immediately upon seeing you. He would act his best, dancing as hard as he could, singing as powerful as possible, making sure you had a great time. After it was over, he’d be inquiring all about what you thought. If you paid him a compliment, he wouldn’t be able to help but blush. “Love, you’re so sweet.”

Colors of the Wind- Dino Fluff/Angst (Soulmate!AU)

Originally posted by mc-gyu

Request: seventeen dino soulmate au? thanks!

Genre: Fluff/ Angst

Word Count: 2396

Member/Group: Chan (Dino) of SEVENTEEN

A/N: I woke up to write this at 6:00 in the morning, but I actually think this may be one of my favorite pieces of writing that I have done so far. (It definitely is the longest.) I hope you all enjoy reading this, and let’s get on with the story!

 When you finally meet your soulmate, people say that color is finally visible to your eyes. At the first second your eyes meet, a wave of color just splashes across your vision and you can finally truly see the world around you. Every young girl and boy dreams of the day when their life will no longer be black, white, and gray, but vivid hues of reds and blues. It changes the way you view the sky when you can finally tell the clouds from the atmosphere and plant are no longer gray but a bright green that seems as if it will rub off on your fingers if you touch it for too long. You were no different from every other teen as you dreamed of this day, but there was one problem: You were blind.

 It hadn’t always been that way. You still had memories of the way the Earth around you looked when you played in the garden and skipped on the sidewalks, but when you were only seven years old, something terrible happened. The strongest fever you had ever experienced shook your whole life around, and it caused many issues with development, mainly your eyesight. As you lived in the countryside most of your life, there was no real access to medical care unless you had the money to pay for it. Spoiler: your family didn’t. All your parents could do was make you as comfortable as possible as you lost the only thing that would ever help you find love when you were older. There were many days were the symptoms were not as bad as anybody thought they would be and your family thought there was a chance you would make a full recovery, but all that optimism was thrown out the window when you woke up and burst into tears finding that you could no longer see.

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Dinner with the Swedes- Andre Burakovsky

Originally posted by fasionfierce

(Omg this GIF works so well!!!)

I LOVED this prompt anon! I love the Caps (if any of you missed that) and I got to include a BUNCH of them! Ahhh!!! I love how this one turned out! And I know you like how I incorporate languages, so I used some more Swedish, and a Swedish dish (for dinner with the Swedes) so translation is at the end and I hope you like it!

Warning: None that I can think of?

Anon request: hi there!!! i love your blog, and you’re a really good writer! i also love how you try to incorporate other languages like swedish into it to make it more realistic! can you write one where andre takes his new gf to dinner at one of the swedes’ house and shes like super nervous but then they LOVE her and end up teasing andre in the locker room the next day about how heart eyes he is about her and embarrass him in front of the whole team?


              “älskling, you ready?” Andre asked, stepping into the kitchen.

              “Yeah just needed to put the cake on a plate.”

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Patient Man

Originally posted by lunarjun

a/n: requested by anon who wanted a long distance type of scenario with Seungcheol

Genre: Angst to Fluff

Warnings: None

It was 1 in the morning, wrapped securely in his warm blanket, Seungcheol blinked repeated as the brightness of his cell phone reflected on his face. It was currently noon for you who was currently residing in New York City, Seungcheol crinkles his nose, trying to keep his eyes open as his phone rings constantly.

He was patiently waiting for you to answer the videocall. Seungcheol missed you more than anything in the entire world, he missed your touch, your warmth, your laughter. He misses the way you hand played with his hair in bed, the way your head tilted back whenever you giggled or laughed, the way your hands cannot sit still and he’d always hear the light tapping against a table in his still apartment.

pick up pick up pick up pick up

His phone buzzes and Seungcheol smiles for a split second until the screen reverts back to the message page.

Could not reach the person you are trying to call. Call back or Call another time.

Seungcheol shuts off his phone, he pushes it onto the lamp desk next to him. He rolls onto his side, staring emptily at the unoccupied space of the bed.

When you accepted the job in America, Seungcheol was ecstatic for you. He picked you up in your arms, ran all around the apartment complex while screaming congratulations. It was a temporary position, supposed to only be for six months and in those six months, you visited Seungcheol once a month.

Once a month he got you in his arms for 2 days. Once a month, he got to kiss your lips that stained his mouth of cherry lipgloss. He got to drag his hand along the outline of your body, he got to tug needless clothings and pepper with sweetness in bed. It was once a month at the got to wrap his arms around your back, your back hitting his chest and he whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

Seungcheol thought six months was nothing. After six months you would come back home to his arms and you and Seungcheol would fall back into the normal pattern of waking up together. But six months turned out to be three months ago. The once a months had suddenly halted itself four months prior to that and you began to state that you were busy.

‘Seungcheol i’m so sorry I can’t come this month, I have a deadline to meet’

‘There’s a meeting the next day and I can’t come’

‘Seungcheol please don’t me mad at me’

The excuses began to drive him mad. Here and there all he ever did was wait patiently for you. He did everything for you. Seungcheol adjusted his sleeping schedule, always planned his breaks to coincide with yours, always left work early just to spend five minutes with you on a call that you never pick up. And when you do, there’s always an excuse to end it early.

Seungcheol was done. He was tired of waiting, he was done being the hurt puppy sitting at the door eagerly waiting for the his owner to return home only to receive a pat on the head and nothing else. No matter how much he loved you, how much he wished he could drop everything and fly to New York himself, Seungcheol knew he couldn’t spend his time waiting for someone he doesn’t know when would come back.

It’s two in the morning now. Seungcheol’s phone buzzes as the light fills the dark room. Seungcheol groans, rolling around in his large bed, he slaps his hand on his phone. His eyes adjusting to the brightness and his heart thumps. Your contact picture shows on the screen and he’s almost ready to burst into tears.

“hello? Seungcheol?”

The video call on his end is dark due to the timezones, but Seungcheol is staring at you who’s face brightens up the screen, it feels like it had been years since he’d seen you. Your face looks thinner, your make up a different style, the earrings you’re wearing looks to be new.

“Yeah it’s me. It’s just dark in my room. You know, it’s two am after all.”

Your smile causes his heart to clench and he thinks, this may be the last time he gets to see it.

“Right. I forgot. I’m on break right now. I’m sorry I didn’t answer your call before, I was in a meeting”


Seungcheol shakes his head, “No, it’s alright. I understand.”

A breath of relief escapes from you, “I knew you would. Let me tell you all about my day, so–”

“Actually, we need to talk.” Seungcheol cuts you off and you tilt your head on the other end, waiting patiently for his words. He’s quiet, his voice meek, feeling as though he’s the smallest person in the world in that moment, “I think we should—–”

“Don’t.” Seungcheol is startled by your words. He can see your eyes softening and it hints with sadness, “I know. I know I keep giving you excuses, I know we don’t have time to see each other let alone call. I know how much this affects you but please don’t.” Seungcheol notices your eyes watering and he suddenly feels like a giant jerk.

You awkwardly laugh, bringing your free hand to clear your eyes of tears, “I miss you so much Seungcheol. I miss your lame dad jokes and how you put everything on the top shelf so I have to ask you for help. Oh god, I miss your hugs and kisses so much.”

Seungcheol slowly grins, a slow breath passes his lips and when silence fills the screen. Seungcheol’s eyes set lovingly on yours, the question he ask sets your heart on fire.

“So how was your day.”

One year. It was a little over a year since you accepted that temporary job position. Six months since you were originally suppose to be home. Eight months since he had last seen you in person.

Palms sweaty, Seungcheol nervously picks at the ends of his shirt. He watches the doors open and people flooding out. Eyes scan the entire room, darting left from right and his shoulders slump for a minute when he sees the crowd dwindling. When all hope is almost gone, that’s when everything moves slow.

You step out, dragging along your luggage behind you. A pair of sunglasses are decked on top of your head, your hair seemingly shorter than he had remembered a year ago. Your eyes scan the room that is slowly dispersing of people, and when you finally catch his, there’s a click. A switch is turned and the slowness quickens.

You’re running, your bag desperately trying to keep up with you before it falls to the ground, landing with a small thud. And you’re embracing the patient man. Seungcheol chuckles when you dive into his arms, your face buried into the safe chest of his that covers your silent sobs.

“Why are you crying?” Seungcheol grins when he pulls your face up, hands resting on your cheek, he using his thumbs to wipe away the tears.

“I missed you so much idiot.” Your words are joined with hard breathing and a few hiccups.

The grin on your face leaves you breathless. Your bury your face again into the chest of Seungcheol’s and he places a kiss to the top of your head, his hand rubbing your back reassuringly.

“Let’s go home.”

ENTP Females I’ve Met (by an INFJ)

What I noticed and observed about them: (2 FEMALES)

  1. They underestimate their social skills. They don’t think they’re good in socializing and even if they say that they hate it, they’re so annoyingly good at it. They just don’t realize it. They just dislike the thought of forced socialization–when they have to talk to people they’re not genuinely interested in. 
  2. This continues on to the fact that they’ve got good social skills. They know that as long as they’re nice to people, they’ll be nice in return. But they do admit that only the first few hours of meeting people is exciting. If it reaches a certain point, socializing may get tiring and unbearable.
  3. It’s true, they’re smart and they don’t even have to try hard. Genius people. Both of the ones I know are considered as the beauties with brains. One of the ENTPs I know learned in a rather different school environment where teachers would just leave their students in a quiet classroom to self-study– so she got used to learning on her own pace effectively and independently. The other ENTP I know has a curious mind and picks up things quickly–probably because she loves thinking a lot about how things work. I swear, they can study a few minutes before tests and ace them.
  4. They hide their stress or well, they do their best to avoid it from getting to them. They pretty much don’t like dwelling on their problems and they find talking about stress or expressing their stress pointless. 
  5. One ENTP female I know doesn’t appear extroverted at first but then you realize that she can actually thrive well in big groups–even if she says she hates parties. I don’t even know how she does it. But she really does prefer small groups.
  6. The other ENTP female I know appears extroverted and is extroverted. But she really still prefers a small group of people because she tires out in big ones.
  7. They are rebels. They go by their own rules. And they don’t do it to be cool. Their coolness is just natural. 
  8. They two ENTP females I know are fashionable. They’ve got their own style and they pretty much surprise people by what they’re wearing. 
  9. A lot of people like them and they have no idea why–like really, they have NO IDEA. Their ego doesn’t even inflate because of it. 
  10. The two ENTP females almost always have suitors. They just attract people so easily– like they have this magnetism. However, they’ve only had a few relationships (or well, just flings) or even none. They seem to be in love with the idea of being in love, rather than actually being in love. I don’t know, it’s hard to explain but I feel like they feel this way. And well, it’s hard for them to find someone that really attracts them. They want to fall in love with someone’s mind and it’s hard to find those kinds of people nowadays. 
  11. They love arguing in a nice and non-harmless way–just for fun. I guess they just want to see if anyone could try and prove them wrong. They actually do get competitive when it comes to things they believe in though. 
  12. They are so fun to be with and when they’re around, the mood is just so light (they do it to remove the awkwardness–they could actually be really anxious inside but are so good at hiding it).
  13. They tend to misplace and forget things and this trait of theirs may make them seem irresponsible and reckless. But this doesn’t stop them from being witty and intelligent people.  
  14. They can’t be mean, even to the people that they secretly dislike (or even to people that dislike them). They forgive easily and don’t really care about how people perceive them and always choose to kill people with kindness; because they find hating people so tiring. They would rather watch people be slowly killed by their own conscience. They let karma do its work. 
  15. There are days when they just don’t want to socialize and just wanna stay home and play Sims and be around their pet dog. Or binge-watch their favorite series. They can pretty much go both ways: be with people and be alone. 
  16. One of the ENTPs I know gets so disappointed in herself when she doesn’t get a high grade (even if it’s ALREADY HIGH). They’re actually really hard on themselves but don’t show it, which is why they seem effortlessly smart.
  17. When they end up failing though, they may end up bursting into tears because they have such high expectations of themselves. One of the ENTPs I know has an extremely strict parent who expects her to do well all the time; while the other one has a scholarship to maintain. 
  18. Their sense of humor is the best. And their spontaneity. You feel a sense of belonging when you’re friends with them.
  19. The two ENTP females I know get clumsy and it’s just really funny and cute and makes their personality even more real and perfect. 
  20. Both of the ENTPs I know are the ultimate grammar-Nazis. They cringe every time they see wrong grammar and express their disgust for it with their close friends. (But typos are okay for them–probably because they keep making a bunch of them)
  21. They are actually deep people and they may hide this trait of theirs by putting on sunny and happy-go-lucky facades. But they’re actually really into poetry and they enjoy analyzing things in their spare time.
  22. The ENTP females I know are good and skilled at a lot of things but they don’t even mention them; you have to be the ones to find out for yourself. One ENTP I know can play guitar and has been a valedictorian for years (which I didn’t even know about until people told me), and the other one I know is actually really good at sports and can sing. 
  23. The stereotype of them wanting to do so many things but not actually starting or finishing them is so true. The two ENTPs I know keep sharing their ideas and goals in life and well they do start–but that’s all they end up doing. Starting.  
  24. ENTPs don’t like things just to fit in or just to join the bandwagon. They like things because they truly like them. They aren’t here in this world to impress people–they’re here just to enjoy and express themselves with people that truly accept them for who they are.

p.s. I love ENTPs. (sorry if this post became pretty bias) Two of my best friends are ENTPs and man, I just can’t express how much I love and admire them. I don’t even think this post is good enough for them but well–in the future, I will make a post about why I personally think INFJs and ENTPs get along soooooo well. So watch out for that! :) 

Oh and I never got close to an ENTP male (or I’m just not sure) so this is why I labeled this as an “ENTP Females” post. But if you guys relate too, then well–that’s nice!

guys i’m not gonna be like ‘pls vote for nct dream’ or whatever bc there are so many factors that go into deciding who wins and RV are there and so many other talented groups but


imagine the babies if they won. you KNOW mark will be the first to burst into tears and the other babies will start crying bc their dad is crying and they’ll all cry

AND can you imagine all the other boys??? like??? they’re going to be so unbelievably happy and proud like the older boys definitely see the boys from dream as their little brothers that they look after and want to see happy and can you IMAGINE how proud and how much they’d cry if the boys won? and got the first win for nct? it may not be this time round but i can’t wait for nct’s first win just to see them happy and proud of each other, even the boys not in the unit at that point in time i’m so soft

Your absence is like a sore throat, you are always on the back of my mind, I get used to it but it still hurts. 

It is like the trembling of a jaw before the fall of the first tear drop, I fool myself into thinking that I am strong without you.

And it is like the sudden headache you get right before having tried but failed not to burst into tears, as blue as the sky and as heavy as a grey cloud all my colours turn into rain. 

—  There are many things like the absence of yours but nothing as meaningful as you.
Never meant anything (Part 2)

Originally posted by lenaluthar

GIF not mine 

Jace Wayland/Herondale/Lightwood x Sister!Reader 

Warnings : mention of blood 

Part 1 

     The alcohol was burning your neck and it made you forget about your brother and all that he said to you . You felt good dancing next to all those downworlders , you was happy for a few hours even if you was drunk and you didn’t remembered your own name . It was fun to forget about all the matters and about Jace’s behavior . Some strong arms wrapped around your waist and you turned around to see Magnus holding you tight .

    “ Hi , Magnus ! Do you want to join us ?” you asked letting your hands to rest on his shoulders for a while .

    “ No , I’m here to sent you home . Alec said that you’ll be somewhere drinking and he asked me to take you back to the Institute .” Magnus affirmed as he took you in his arms and exited the bar .

    “ No .” you whined as you didn’t wanted to go back and see your big brother being all over Clary and protecting her little friend . “ I don’t want to go there .” you affirmed and jumped from Magnus arms .

    “ (Y/N) I know that you’re angry but you need to go back there , it’s safer for you .” Magnus tried to make you do things in his way but you started to run and he wasn’t able to stop what happened .

    A car hit you in full speed . Your body flew a few meters from the car , hitting a building and collapsing next to it . Magnus came to your side really fast and stopped time . He made the other ones forget what happened , he made you two invisible for the mundanes and turned time on again . He made a portal out of nothing and in a few seconds he was inside of the Institute screaming for help .

    Alec and Izzy were the first ones to arrive there and they brought you to the infirmary and called the Silent Brothers . They were all in the hallway waiting when Simon smelled your blood . He ran to your room and he was unable to control himself as his fangs dig into your skin . When the Silent Brothers , Izzy and Alec entered in the room and saw Simon like that they instantly took him off of you . Izzy dragged Simon out and Alec went to Jace’s room to talk to him while the Silent Brothers were trying to fix you .

    “ Jace …” Alec said when he opened the door to his room . Alec saw Jace and Clary making out on the bed . He groaned and Jace pulled apart .

    “ What do you want ?” Jace asked angry and frustrated as he didn’t wanted to be interrupted in that moment .

    “ It’s about (Y/N) .” Alec affirmed and Jace looked even more angry .

    “ Why the hell do you bother me for her ? She doesn’t means anything for me and she never did .” Jace yelled making Clary flinch . Alec got really angry when he heard his parabatai’s words .

    “ Your sister is almost dying right now and you are making out with Clary ! What type of a brother are you ? How do you dare reject your own family when she went trough so much things ?” Alec yelled back . Jace got up from the bed , his face painted with fear and regret .

    “ Where is she ?” He instantly asked .

    “ She’s at the infirmary , the Silent Brothers are trying to fix her but Magnus said that there’s nothing to much that anyone can do .” Alec filled Jace in and he couldn’t help but feel terrible after what he said to his sister .

    “ What happened to her ?” Jace asked as he got out of his room and ran to the infirmary , Alec and Clary right behind him .

    “ She was hit by a car and she flew into a building then she collapsed , he brought her here and we lest her alone for one minute when Simon went over and bit her . She anyways lost a lot of blood until Magnus arrived here with her and Simon drank a lot to . If (Y/N) doesn’t dies this means that she’s really lucky .” Alec informed both of the shadowhunters .

    Jace saw Simon and went straight to him pressing a seraph blade on his neck .

    “ If my sister dies I’m going to kill you .” Jace threatened and slammed Simon into the wall .

    They arrived to the infirmary and one Silent Brother was waiting outside .

    “ We are sorry .” One of them said as he entered in Jace’s mind “ You may go say your good-byes before we take her to Idris .” He said and Jace ran in . He collapsed on the ground next to his body holding your hand . Tears ran down his face as he was feeling so miserable . He was the worst brother on Earth .

    “ I’m so sorry ! You know that I didn’t meant a thing from all that I said . I’m so sorry (Y/N) ! I love you little sis ! I’m sorry !” Jace sobbed as he pulled you in his arms and kissed your forehead .

    “ Ave atque vale .” a chorus said after your body burst in fire . Jace stood there looking at your body burning , blaming and hating himself for what he did . He wished that he never said those words . He wanted to go back in time and to stop you , to stop himself from losing the last member of his family but he can’t and now all that he can do is to watch his little sisters body while it’s burning . While all those dreams go away . While he loses his only family .

anonymous asked:

I'd love to hear your ideas for what kind of adventures might happen if the MC, Hau, and Gladion took a trip to visit Lillie in Kanto! This blog is so great!

a/n: i should be studying for anatomy but who needs an a when u have guns like these

  • it’d be a Mess, at least the trip there would be.
       + hau almost missed the boat because he had to pee before he got on. gladion gets seasick and throws up for a few whole hours. 
  • when they finally got there, they’d surprise lillie, so much so that she’d burst into tears. [name] may or may not be crying too, but hau is weeping and pulling them all into a group hug. gladion is sniffling but blames it on his allergies. 
  • since lillie and [name] both know kanto pretty well, they’d give gladion and hau tours. of course, [name] and lillie would throw completely false facts in there to freak them out since they don’t know any better. hau falls for them every time, gladion is a bit skeptical but still believes some of them.
       + “did you know that there’s a giant chansey in the safari zone that kidnaps kids??”
          “wait… WHAT?? REALLY”
  • when they stop by lavender town, all gladion wants to do is get out of there. he’s actually really scared of ghosts (but shhh don’t tell anyone). hau and [name] pick up on this and decide to scare him really bad.

Connor x Evan 

Warnings- character death/p>



Connor put his hand over his mouth, his eyes concealed unshed tears. His heart swelled with fear? Happiness?


Evan, receiving no reply just nodded his head and stood up. The silver ring with a black diamond was put back in his pocket. Connor’s mother, father, sister looked at Evan with sympathy.

“Evan..honey..i’m sure tha-”

“Cynthia…save it…Connor i’ll see you later” Evan walked out the house, his stomach empty heart shattered.

Connor looked at the ground afraid, what had he done? He had hurt his love..

“Connor, WHY THE HELL DID YOU NOT ANSWER!” Zoe yelled, she got up in his face. She had dressed nice, a long navy blue dress, hair un-done, make-up flawless.

His mother went up to pull Zoe away-”THIS IS WHY PEOPLE HATE YOU!…YOU JUST HURT EVERYONE!”

Connor stood silent, tears fell down his cheeks.

“you…really think that i! WOULD HURT EVAN ON PURPOSE! I-I-I”


“I DON’T WANT TO HURT HIM…my anger issues..i can control them..a bit..but i don’t know..maybe i’ll get out of control and hit him and hurt him” His vision was blurred, hot tears purred down his eyes.

“I don’t know what may happen…i love him…i love him…i love him…with all of my heart but..i don’t want to hurt him..”

Connor’s father spoke, “Connor, Evan loves you, he came here earlier today to ask for my blessing, I wouldn’t have accepted if i didn’t believe that he could provide for you..”

Connor still looked at the ground, his shoulders were shaking.


Connor than burst out of his house to Evan’s..he had to fix this!

But when he got there….he found Evan’s mom crying..

“What happened?”

“Evan died in a car accident”

Connor felt his world crumble he went to Evan’s mom and hugged her. What else could he do?


You look up from reading your book, hearing sirens once again. Walking over to the balcony, you look out into the rain to see the usual monochromatic cityscape that is Gotham. The city that your husband spends all day protecting.

Worrying you sick in the process.

He comes home every night, telling you about his day, but usually refusing to say details. Sometimes he comes home with wounds, and sometimes he comes and says nothing at all. He just wraps you in his arms, silent as you comfort him. You feel lucky that your shifts at the hospital you work at are in the morning, so you can see James at night.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door. Frowning confusedly, you walk to the door, opening it to see a small man with black hair, smiling at you deviously. You step backwards at the sight.

“Can I help you?”

He giggles-giggles? “Yes, I think you can, Mrs. Gordon.” You frown at the way he said your name, and all of a sudden the man’s face morphs into an evil expression. “Butch!”

A large man comes barreling around the corner, smiling at you as he steps forward to grab you. Shocked, you step back into your apartment, almost falling down the steps as you run to the kitchen for some sort of weapon. You manage to get ahold of a knife, and turn around only to be hit in the head by something heavy. Dizzy, you stumble before dropping the knife and falling into the blackness of your subconscious.

“Just let her go, Penguin.”

That sounds like Harvey. Your eyes blink open to see the same small man and the man who knocked you out standing in front of you. A couple other men stand around the alley, all armed. Still groggy, you go to move, only for you to realize your hands are tied above your head, connected to a metal pipe. Eyes growing wide with shock, you pull again on the ropes.

“Oh, she’s awake!” Penguin exclaims, walking towards you. “How was your nap?” You don’t respond as his hand comes to rest on your cheek.

“Don’t you dare touch her,” a familiar voice growls, and you look behind Butch to see your husband and his partner, Harvey Bullock. You lock eyes with James for a moment, and your (e/c) eyes fill with tears as Penguin walks back over to Butch.

“I won’t,” he says, smiling at James as he steps forward. “As long as you give me what I want.”

“What would that be?”

“Fish Mooney’s head on a stick,” Penguin seethes, and you flinch at the vicious expression on his face. But just as quickly as his anger came, it went, and he was smiling again. “Do we have an agreement?”

Bullock snorts. “Yeah, that’ll be the day.”

Your husband just smiles, and you frown in confusion at his smug expression. “You know, it wasn’t very smart of you to meet in an alley.”

Penguin’s smile falters. “And why is that, may I ask?”

“Because it’s surrounded by windows.”

Suddenly, gunshots fill the air, and all of Penguin’s men drop dead. Snipers. Looking around, you see Penguin fleeing, Butch shielding him as they run. Harvey runs after them as Gordon comes to you. As he starts to cut the ropes, you burst into tears.

“Sh, it’s okay, you’re okay. I’m here now,” he says, pulling you close as you wrap your arms around his neck, crying softly into his chest. “You’re safe.”

Looking over you, he sees Bullock run back into the alley. Seeing Gordon’s questioning look, he shakes his head. Cursing, James kisses the top of your head.

“Nothing like this is ever going to happen again. I promise.”

anonymous asked:

May I request a poly Roadrat wedding short story with a female s/o please?

((This ended up waaaaaaay longer than I intended but omg I love weddings))

As soon as you heard the first few chords of your song, you felt a lump form in your throat, your eyes burning with unshed tears. A wide, shaky smile grew on your lips, as a few tears slipped down your cheek, you taking your first steps down the aisle. You were glad the veil was over your face and Mercy had used waterproof makeup. Reinhardt gently patted your hand that looked ridiculously small in the crux of his elbow.

‘Wise men say, only fools rush in…’

Everything about your wedding was unconventional, but you really couldn’t have asked for anything else. Your cream colored silk dress was short and A-line, the super fluffy skirt stopping right at your knees, a matching silk bolero jacket covering your shoulders. Mercy had done your makeup; dark pink lips, sharp eyeliner, and sweet pink blush while Mei had curled your hair into waves that fell around your shoulders and back. Mako had given you the old and blue, a sapphire and diamond tennis bracelet he had gotten in one of his first heists. Jamie had the borrowed and new, your waltz length veil attached to a beautiful diamond and pearl hair clip. You had foregone heels and instead wore a pair of bright pink Chuck Taylors.

‘But I can’t help falling in love with you…’

All of your outfits were a bit atypical. Junkrat had decided to actually dress it up today, of course with his own twist. He had ripped the sleeves off of his black dress shirt and the right black pants leg was also missing from the knee down, his red suspenders covered in his favorite smiley face patches. His body had been cleaned of all dirt and soot, his hair gelled and coifed. Roadhog had gone all out by dressing in a perfectly tailored three-piece suit; black jacket and pants, accented by a deep green vest, a lovely black tie and a crisp white shirt. He wore no mask, his white hair half up in a ponytail, the rest grazing his shoulders. Even his beard was neatly groomed. Both had chosen to wear their boots although Mako had foregone the ones with spikes, preferring to instead wear super shined steel toed ones.

‘Shall I stay, would it be a sin?’

You spared a glance right, the bubble of happiness in your chest growing. The members of the freshly reformed Overwatch all had their eyes on you. Your eyes danced over the widely mixed group; Hana was recording the event with two tiny camera droids she controlled with her phone, Emily was hugging a grinning and crying Lena. Lucio and Genji both gave you a thumbs up, Ana smiling as she silently reminded you to walk with your shoulders back. Fresh tears filled your eyes as you gaze jumped from Satya to Fareeha to Angela and McCree then Torbjorn and his brood. You looked to the left, Junker members dressed to the nines and grinning at you. You had lost your blood family when you were young, but the fates had blessed you with two in their place. This room was filled with so much love, friends and family old and new here to celebrate all three of you. You hiccupped as you began to cry once more, a watery grin on your lips.

‘If I can’t help help falling in love with you…’

Reinhardt stopped at the first row of chairs at the end of the aisle. The giant German man looked like he might burst into tears at any moment as he turned to look down at you. He delicately grasped at the end of your veil, lifting slowly and carefully and placing the lace behind you. Hr hugged you gently, carefully as if he was afraid too tight a squeeze may break you.

“Thank you”, you whispered to the man as he gingerly held your hand and passed it to Mako’s.

‘Like the river flows, surely to the sea…’

You couldn’t stop the happy sob that bubbled from your lips as Mako squeezed your hand and stepped forward with you. A whirlwind of memories washed over you; joining the Junker gang, meeting the enforcer, breaking through that hard exterior to find the sweet, tender, loving soul that existed inside. You had found a lover, a protector, a confidant and best friend. A relaxed, unabashed smile was on his full lips, his canines accenting the look.

‘God, he looks so perfect. I love him.’

He gently brushed away the happy tears that wouldn’t stop, his soft, husky chuckle making the your stomach flutter with even more butterflies. He paused halfway between the first row and the glass lectern Jack Morrison stood behind. Jamie’s hands slipped around your right, melting as you looked at his giddy grin.

‘Darling so it goes, some things are meant to be…’

You squeezed Jamie’s hand back, neither one of you able to hold back the happy, nervous giggles. Neither you nor Mako had expected to fall for the fidgety Junker, but life loved to give you little surprises. He was sweet and excitable, spontaneous and full of love and laughter. You remembered the first gift he had gotten for you, long before you even knew you loved him. A string of animal shaped scrap metal, since he saw how much you loved caring for whatever animals wandered into camp. He was always watching and observing even if he seemed scattered about it, always thinking about his loved ones and what he could do for them. He brought belly aching laughter into your life, never ending smiles and a voice that could shout out even the worst of your anxiety. He pressed a quick kiss to your temple, refusing to let your hand go. You mouthed I love you at him, giggling as a bashful blush burned across his face.

‘Take my hand, take my whole life too. For I can’t help falling in love with you…’

Jack began to officiate but you could barely hear him, your head constantly turning between the both of your lovers. Jamie was beginning to sniffle himself, Mako reaching over to push his tears away, ignoring the few that had managed to escape his own eyes. The three of you were in your own world, basking in the palatable happiness and love that radiated off of all of you. All you could think of was the future; waking up between your two husbands after long nights of cuddling and lovemaking. Celebrating their heists and taking care of them when they got sick. Eating meals under the stars in the middle of nowhere just basking in the glow of one another. Maybe even starting a family one day. You would grow old together while still blowing shit up and laughing at immature joke. Your shoulders began to shake as you began to cry again, pulling your intertwined hands to your lips and kissing the back of both of their hands.

‘Like a river flows surely to the sea…’

You all had written vows, short and sweet and barely able to finish them as the three of you smiled and laughed and cried all at once.
“I Y/N”, you began, voice quivering as you tried to hold back a chuckle. “Being of mostly sound mind, take you both to be my lawfully wedded unlawful husbands. Even if Jamie blows the roof off of the house, again, or Mako rejects my idea of turning one of the storage facilities into an animal shelter again I swear that I will love the both of you until my dying breath and for eternity after. You’re my best friends, my lovers and my happiness. Thank you for coming into my life…”

“Oh luv”, Junkrat squeaked out, before more tears rolled down his face, making a dramatic sniff. “From the moment you lot entered my world, you filled it with color and life and energy like never before. Like a cupcake in a salad or a bomb inna present or… or a flower inna junkyard. You both are my flowers and I promise to love ya and be your dirt.”

“Pokarekare ana, Nga wai o Waiapu”, Mako started, his rumbling voice shaking as he shared the Maori line. “Whiti atu koe e hine, Marino ana e. The waves at Waiapu, were stormy and wild, calm they became, when you passed by. I love you both, thank you for calming this storm.”

“Darling so it goes, some things are meant to be…’

Jack handed each ring over very carefully; you holding Mako’s, Jamie holding yours and Mako hold Jamie’s. Your hand pressed hard against the back of your lips as Mako went first. He slipped Jamie’s ring onto his left ring finger, the simple gold band shining bright against his skin. Jamie stared down at his hand, opening and closing his hand slowly as if moving too fast would make the ring disappear. Biting down hard on his bottom lip, he swallowed his tears. He gingerly grasped your left hand, sliding your band down your finger. Jamie and Mako had worked together on this ring; Australian fire opal set in rose gold, with two small diamond set on either side. It felt like the butterflies in your stomach had exploded into a million more, warm happiness crashing over you like a tsunami. Your hands shook as you took Mako’s large hand in your own, sliding his band onto his finger and squeezing his hand tightly in your smaller ones.

‘Take my hand, take my whole life too…’

“I now pronounce you husband, husband and wife! You can now kiss!”

Jamison grabbed you around the waist, dipping you as he placed a hard kiss against your lips. He laughed against your lips, pulling you back up with him and spinning you into Mako’s arms. Mako bent slightly, your arms wrapping around his neck as he kissed you slow and soft. You barely registered when he broke away, smiling dazedly as Mako and Jamison sealed the deal with a kiss. Jamison held Mako’s face, deepening the kiss before breaking away with a mirthful laugh. They reached for your hands, both grabbing one as you turned to face your friends and family, Jack formally reintroducing you.

“May I introduce you to Mako, Jamison and Y/N Rutledge!”

‘For I can’t help falling in love with you
For I can’t help falling in love with you.’

Hi!, can i ask for the boys reactions to their s/o being in a coma, maybe when they wake up too?

Ah, more angst, right away!

Korekiyo Shinguuji

  • he has no idea what to do with himself.
  • he can’t even remember what his life was like before you came along.
  • but imagining what life would be like without you??
  • he can’t even think of what that would be like.
  • he doesn’t want to.
  • he hasn’t even eaten for days.
  • he won’t leave your side, not for a second.
  • if you were to die and he wasn’t there in your final moments, he would never forgive himself.
  • he tries to calm himself down.
  • this is a natural, beautiful course of a human’s life. this is natural. this happens.
  • but this doesn’t happen. not this soon. not before he’s ready.
  • not before you’re ready.
  • so he’s been sitting there, holding your hand and waiting.
  • and then, one day, he feels something. a small squeeze in his hand.
  • is that you…?
  • he’s practically hysterical when you wake up, you’ve never seen him like this before, he’s crying and he just looks so relieved.
  • he won’t stop hugging you for hours after, he can’t imagine what he would have done if you hadn’t have woken up, he’s never been this happy before.

Rantarou Amami

  • he does a LOT of pacing.
  • back and fourth, back and fourth. 
  • to keep his mind busy. to keep him distracted.
  • he doesn’t know why he keeps doing it, because it isn’t working at all.
  • every time he looks at his hands, they’re shaking.
  • he can’t control it.
  • he can’t calm down.
  • you could slip away from him at any second, how is he supposed to stay calm?
  • he doesn’t sleep, he can’t.
  • and in the middle of the night, when everything is quiet and he’s just sitting there with you, listening to the hum of machines, he cries.
  • he can’t stop himself, he’s just so scared. he can’t even imagine losing you.
  • he’s terrified.
  • and then…you wake up. during the middle of the night.
  • when you open your eyes, he’s just staring at you, tears pouring down his face, his eyes wide and shocked.
  • he lets out the most emotional wail you’ve ever heard and hugs you, sobbing uncontrollably as he runs his fingers through your hair, savouring every breath of you.
  • he was so, so scared.
  • he kisses you, he kisses you what feels like a hundred times, so happy that he still can.

Ouma Kokichi

  • won’t let anybody come visit you. only him.
  • and he does, every single day.
  • he knows you’ll wake up, he’s sure of it, you promised to never leave him, so you can’t.
  • he would be PISSED if you did.
  • and that’s what he tells people, so everybody thinks he’s being pretty selfish, but they do feel bad for him.
  • in reality, this is hurting him more than he could ever admit. he’s devastated.
  • he tries to convince himself he’s angry, but a speck of dread keeps growing bigger inside him, and he’s terrified.
  • what happens if you don’t wake up?
  • what happens if he’s all alone?
  • so when you DO wake up…
  • he cries. a lot.
  • he’s so relieved, he’s laughing and smiling and sobbing because he doesn’t know how he’s supposed to feel right now but he just knows he loves you so much and he’s so happy you aren’t leaving him yet.
  • then, after he’s done crying, he proceeds to reprimand you for DARING to even THINK of being in a coma without HIS EXPRESS PERMISSION.
  • and then he’s crying again, because he was scared.
  • you hold him close, and tell him that you’re okay now, that everything is gonna be fine.
  • but he’s still pouting for the rest of the week because you didn’t ask him first before going comatose.

Shuuichi Saihara

  • he has no idea how to feel.
  • regardless, he definitely does feel.
  • he feels sick.
  • he feels hurt.
  • he feels devastated.
  • are you going to wake up??
  • he has no idea.
  • he doesn’t cry…but he’s broken regardless.
  • when he looks at you like that, so lifeless, he feels ill.
  • he’s terrified. what happens if you don’t come back?
  • he doesn’t talk to anybody. not a single person. he only wants you.
  • he’s by your side constantly, whispering, begging for you to please wake up soon.
  • and maybe you do hear him after all.
  • because you do wake up.
  • he’s so relieved, just trembling and smiling and definitely crying a bit. 
  • he’s just so happy.
  • after that, he spends as much time with you as possible.
  • because he can never be sure when he might lose you.
  • so he needs to make every single day special.

Kaito Momota

  • it’s everybody’s fault.
  • if he can blame somebody, he does. 
  • most of all, he blames himself.
  • this is his fault. he should have been able to keep you safe and healthy, and now you’re in a coma.
  • he cries a lot, even though he tries his best not to.
  • he puts his jacket over you, to keep you warm.
  • he wouldn’t want you uncomfortable if you’re going to be laying like that for a while.
  • every time anything at all happens in the hospital room, the slightest noise, he thinks it’s you waking up.
  • needless to say, he’s extremely frustrated and disappointed a lot of the time.
  • this entire thing is really pissing him off.
  • he’ll barely even let your doctor come in, because it’s their fault too.
  • but when you do wake up?
  • he just laughs.
  • laughs and cries.
  • he’s so happy, he’s so relieved.
  • he loves you so, so much.


  • more aware than anybody that you may die.
  • he holds your hand the whole time, to keep track of your heartbeat.
  • if your heart keeps beating, he knows you’re okay.
  • if he feels it slowing, even just a tiny bit, he…may or may not be giving you tiny shocks to make sure you stay alive.
  • but he wouldn’t admit that to the doctor.
  • he’s trying his best to come to terms with the idea of losing you.
  • he knew the two of you couldn’t be together forever anyway, he would outlive you.
  • so eventually, he starts accepting this.
  • but that all goes to hell the second you open your eyes.
  • the second you wake up, all the acceptance dies and he bursts into tears because he almost had to live without you.
  • even though he knows he’s not the best at hugs, he hugs you tightly and sobs and strokes your hair and won’t let go because he doesn’t want to lose you.
  • he makes you promise you’ll never leave him.
  • you promise, and kiss him gently.

Gonta Gokuhara

  • he doesn’t understand.
  • you’re dying?? you’re dead???
  • no…?
  • then why aren’t you moving at all? why won’t you wake up?
  • he’s just confused. he doesn’t understand what’s happening, he doesn’t know.
  • confusion turns into worry pretty quickly…
  • now he’s begging you to wake up, he’s lonely, he misses you, he wants to take you to see the stars, there are so many things he wants to do with you that he can’t do if you don’t wake up.
  • he cries.
  • but when you do wake up?
  • gonta is so happy!
  • gonta kisses your forehead and gives you lots of hugs, because gonta was starting to worry you would never wake up!
  • when you finally explain what happened, he’s scared.
  • he didn’t know it was that serious.
  • he didn’t know he could have lost you forever.

Ryouma Hoshi

  • the first thing he does is punch your doctor in the face and knock them out cold.
  • maybe that asshole shouldn’t have knelt down to talk to him.
  • it made it a lot easier to hurt them when he heard you were in a coma.
  • the second thing he did was go straight to your side and look at how fragile you looked.
  • it made him sick with guilt.
  • this was all his fault.
  • he deserved something like this, but not you, you could never deserve something like this.
  • he blames plenty of people, but himself more than anybody else.
  • he doesn’t cry. tough guys like him don’t cry.
  • or at least, that’s what he thinks until you wake up.
  • he cries a little then, just a little.
  • he’s so relieved, he can’t stop.
  • you two talk for a while…
  • it takes you forever to convince him that maybe, this really wasn’t his fault.
  • some things just happen, after all.
  • still, he’s a little more careful around you now.