#I really need to do requests. Bleugh.

[straight-into-the-animus]

Emergency Commissions Open

Hi all, as title says!

Those who know me know this is really difficult to post and ask, but being unemployed for the summer as a substitute teacher on top of not being paid back by people I've loaned money to on top of my car needing work done before the winter on top of needing to rent books (bleugh) for the school year leads to a very very sad bank account.

So while I've been lacking on requests due to life problems, and I'll put those out as I go, I'm going to make it a goal to work exclusively on commissions that YOU want for the indefinite future. Anything (excluding minors, OCs and non-con) is on the table.

NSFW? Sure.

Rarepair? Yeah.

Weird AU? Love it.

Reader insert? I write all genders.

Not AC? We'll try and work with it!

Something else? Ask!

Please check out my ko-fi linked below and donate whatever you can and I'll write for whatever prompt you put down, or message me over dm if you want something a bit larger to discuss. You can get a taste of my writing on my masterpost here and the general scope of what I prefer/do better at.

I know this is a difficult time for people and I never want to make anyone feel guilty for not being able to support me monetarily. But please reblog this post if you can, it literally means the world to me. Thank you so so much and have a great day!

[kimbap-r0ll]

Hi! I'd like to request a matchup If it's not too much of a bother? If you are ever busy or tired, please feel free to ignore this request. Thank you in advance for taking the time to read this! Have a great day or night.

In terms of looks: I'd say I'm somewhat on the chubbier side, I'm 5ft. I have over-the-shoulder straight black hair, I have dark brown eyes and I also wear glasses.

For personality: I'm quite timid around strangers and in public places such as; malls, which make me nervous when I'm by myself. But once I consider anyone a close friend, I am much more open and expressive. And I also have a tendency to make self-deprecating jokes.

Hobbies/Likes: I love to play puzzle games and VNs (visual novels) mainly otome games. I also love to sing and listen to all kinds of music. I also like to collect things (ex. hairclips, rocks & pins).

Dislikes: I really dislike it when someone doesn't fulfill their promises, I also dislike it when people don't honestly tell me their opinions/thoughts. Raw cabbage, it just tastes so bland and if it stays in my mouth for more than 5 minutes I feel like vomiting. bleugh! 🤢

anyways tysm for reading! 😊

Hello, thank you for the request! Sorry this is so late! But, the twst matchup that I have for you would be...

Jamil

Look, it's Scarabia!

If you need someone who is understanding of your jokes and interests, Jamil's the one! He's definitely someone that probably makes self-deprecating jokes too, and because of this he's in tune with your sense of humor. He won't joke about you though, since to him you aren't anything that you say you are negatively, but he still gets that those are jokes. If you don't like being in crowded places, I feel like Jamil will agree. Sure he's vice dorm leader of Scarabia and literally next to the energy ball that is Kalim all the time, but he prefers the quiet and small places. The two of you will likely take dates in similar places, perhaps an open park when there isn't a lot of people or a library.

You like music? He does too! He's a natural when it comes to the performing arts, and he's open to all kinds of songs. You should share him a playlist once, he might choose a song as his liking and play it for you one day. Not to mention, he's super good at dancing, so whenever you guys play a song you could convince him to teach you how to dance along to the rhythm. Please sing a song when he's around, I'm sure he'll love it! He really likes board games too, so you guys might hang out solving puzzles together. But something he doesn't know a lot about would be visual novels. He likes books, but you'll have to show him how a visual novel works. Jamil might actually like it in the end haha.

He's someone that always keeps promises, no matter what. You can rely on him for whatever you need, and any secret you have will be kept with him and only him. You're someone he cares deeply about, and because trust is an important part of a relationship, he'll do his best to keep a strong bond of trust and understanding with you. Yes he might have been wearing a mask when dealing with Kalim, but overall he's super honest (perhaps too blatant at times). You'll never have to worry about him lying to you, especially because he cares too much about you. Overall, he wants you to know that you're safe with him.

[selfwriting-sugarquills]

hello!! may i request a George Weasley x Fem reader where he takes care of her when she's sick?? Like he makes her soup and makes jokes n stuff?? I'm sick as hell right now and need comfort from my Georgie :,) this can be an imagine or headcannons! tysm in advance! (if not thats ok!!) 💗

(omg this is such a cute idea I love it so much just ahdbjhabfjhd) 

word count: 797

warnings:  none. 

requested: by anon :D 

Sick:

The first thing you noticed when you awoke was a banging headache and the fact that your nose was stuffed, you turned onto your back with a soft thump. You swallowed and winced as a stinging, scratchy sensation could be felt. Crap, you thought, you were sick. 

The next thing you noticed was that the bed which you usually shared with your boyfriend George was empty. You took your time sitting up, the heavy feeling in your head worsening now that you weren’t lying down. 

Trudging into the kitchen you found George who was whistling to himself whilst cooking, he turned and flashed a smile at you when he noticed you stepping up to him. He extended an arm in an invitation to hug him, which you gladly accepted hiding your face in his shirt and groaning. 

“Something wrong?” George asked you could practically hear the smile on his lips, 

“I feel so poorly,” you groaned, looking up at him through tired eyes, your chin resting on his chest, his expression changed from a carefree smile to a more concerned frown, he placed a large hand on your forehead, 

“Well that’s no wonder considering you’re burning up, love,” He said, moving his hand to caress your cheek, you leaned into his touch. 

“great.” You huffed, he chuckled and embraced you again, wrapping both arms around you this time, 

“Go back to bed, y/n, I’ll bring you some tea, all right?” he said, already moving to grab the kettle. When you were halfway into the bedroom you turned, 

“and painkillers!” you added hoarsely, 

“How many?” He replied, George didn’t really get muggle remedies, he had been raised on his mother’s magical treatments to anything from burns to migraines to ingrown toenails, you, however, appreciated muggles greatly for their invention of paracetamol and penicillin, this had in fact been one of the first things you’d bonded with George’s father, Arthur, about when he’d taken interest in the aspirin you’d taken for a headache on your first visit to their home,   

“The maximum legal level, please,” you answered, your voice breaking, 

“Ma’am yes ma’am,” you heard George say, smiling, you went back to bed. 

George soon appeared in the doorway holding a cup of tea and a pack of biscuits, you snickered, 

“Isn’t it a little early to eat biscuits?” you asked, knowing full well that according to George, there was no such thing as too early or too late for eating something sweet, 

“unless you want eggs instead?” he said plainly, laughing at you making a ‘bleugh’ grimace, the last thing you wanted was eggs. 

“No thanks, I’ll take the biscuits,” you said, pulling one out of the packaging and putting it in your mouth, George then promptly left to bring you your paracetamol and a kiss on the forehead, then he turned to leave again, 

“I’m gonna go tell Fred I’m not coming in today,” he said, 

“George you don’t have to do that,” you said, “It’s Saturday, which means it’s going to be extra busy and besides, I can take care of myself,” you insisted but George was already attaching the letter to your old school owl, Henry’s leg. 

“And leave you here to feel miserable all alone?” He said whilst walking back to you, “not a chance, darling,” he sat down beside you and leaned in, planting a kiss on your cheek, then another, trailing closer to your mouth, you turned away, he followed, 

“Don’t you’re gonna get sick,” you chuckled, trying to push him away, 

“Don’t. care,” he said between kisses, sighing in fake defeat, you turned to him and let him peck your lips softly. He rested his forehead against yours, humming contently, 

“You look miserable,” he hummed, you pushed him playfully, 

“You didn’t exactly look too hot either when you had the flu,” you retorted, 

“Touché,” he said and pulled you closer, you rested your head on his shoulder, listening to his breathing, his arm wrapped securely around you. It didn’t take long before you dozed off, awakening to the smell of cooking. Closing your eyes again, you felt your headache return, you stretched as George tapped gently on the doorframe, you opened an eye to look at him, 

“hungry?” 

“A little,” you said. 

“Good, I made soup,” he said and disappeared, reappearing quickly with a bowl of steaming hot soup, “It’s from scratch and it’s your favourite,” he said in a sing-song voice, mimicking his mother, 

“You really didn’t have to,” you said, he tutted in response. 

“You’re really the greatest boyfriend in the world, do you know that?” you asked, blowing on a spoonful of soup, 

“Anything to secure a speedy recovery for my favourite person in the world,” He said, leaning down and placing a kiss on your hair.

[lovecheshi-blog]

Leaves - Thor X Goddess! Reader

Leaves

[Thor X Goddess! Reader]

You, the Goddess of the animals and creatures of the nine realms, were found in a forest, where the God of thunder accidentally summoned the bifrost ontop of your flower garden. You weren't so happy, and neither were your friends.

Warnings:

There is swearing, but this is Marvel, I mean come on it's nothing we haven't heard before kids!

Information:

I know I'm new to Tumblr, but if you have any Marvel asks or requests (Smut, fluff, angst, headcannons, or imagines) I'll pretty much do anything. Remember it should be reader insert, and I will not do OCs, however if you do have one, I'd love to see them, so if you do have one and want to show me, DM me them!

You know the drill, but incase you don't and this is your first fanfiction here are the things you will need to know!:

(Y/N) - Your Name (This is a reader insert!)

(F/C) - Favourite Colour

That's all right now, this list may be added to, because I have been thinking of writing a Wattpad book on this idea!

You gasped, hearing a commotion coming from near, your dirt covered nails almost scraping the bark of a tree. You hissed and whispered an apology to the tree, stroking it's roots, a small wave of green dust coming from your fair finger tips, and in return, a tingle went through your body, that's it - you knew, the tree forgave you.

Your unkept green hair dragged across the forest floor, even more dirt accumulating at the bottom of it's curls. It was - quite literally - a bird's nest, as a bird had actually once used your hair as a nest - you hadn't minded one bit, of course. You welcomed a new friend around these parts.

Feet stepping carefully across the stepping stones of a beautifully clear stream - so clear it was unnatural - but that was the effect of your presence. Your tangled mess of hair dipped into the water, and the dirt washed out of it's bottom, the curls puffing up, raising just so much above the ground that your hair wouldn't get dirt on it again. Well - for a short time, that is.

Stomping across the forest floor, your blue eyes twitched as you stared at the scene before you. You shook and stomped a foot into the dirt floor, your bare feet digging into it's surface. And you let out an ear piercing, blood curdling scream.

The man before you, grimaced. His golden locks seeming to shake and vibrate with your unholy screech.

"How, dare you! You - you tyrant, you brute, you monster, how dare you harm them!"

You shouted at the, rather handsome looking man, dirtied finger nails held up infront of his chest in an accusing manner.

"But I didn't hurt anyone my Lady--"

This fueled your anger even more, you were practically fuming. Raising your hand you pushed him aside with a gust of wind, and turned to glare at him afterwards, roots slowly encapsulating him.

You knelt down, your own blue dress becoming dirty and ripped, you cooed at your favourite patch of (F/C) flowers, touching them carefully, checking for damage. And there was quite a remarkable amount of damage! This man's perfectly sculpted ass had sat down on your flowers--

Wait, what, perfectly.. sculpted ass? Not once had you thought that of anyone, not in your entire life, and.. and you were immortal!

Slowly, a large group of Fae fluttered over to the man caged in roots, chirping out their insults in their strange language and kicking the roots in an attempt to scare the man. Soon enough, they floated over to you and you started to talk to them.

"Yes I know, I can't believe someone would do this to these beautiful flowers!

"He's a brute, isn't he ladies!"

"Oh I know, you're much more handsome!"

You were lost in conversation with the fairies that had approached you, and you gasped and shot up, twisting around and falling onto a tree root as said brute, broke from the roots you had formed.

"Much more handsome? I believe I am the most handsome here, and the strongest."

The strange.. strikingly handsome, muscles that danced in the light of the forest and the glowing fae folk around-- Again with that (Y/N)? Snap out of it! Anyways, the strange man spoke proudly.

"Seriously? You broke out of these poor tree's roots to argue about who's more handsome?"

You raised a green eyebrow, flicking your extremely long hair back, said hair seemed to kick up dirt. A male fairy, Marcus, stepped forward, chirping a comeback at the hunk of a man. All the other fairies laughed loudly, and you giggled, covering your nose as you began to snort.

"What? What did he say?"

The man asked, and you snorted once more, cheeks flushed a light green colour and said man seemed to smile softly, before returning to his stoic state.

"No, no, no! It's nothing really."

You giggled even more, snorting, long, messy green hair shaking as you slid down, head against the root you fell on.

"He called you a narcissistic, pretentious asshole."

You whispered smugly, a smirk on your face as you leaned back and cackled like a witch, snorts interrupting your laughter. Even though it was a cackle, it was some what graceful.

"That's not even funny, and I'm not narcissistic!"

He snapped, crossing his arms a hammer in his muscular hands.. hmm, you've seen that hammer before, before mumbling.

"Or pretentious or an asshole.."

You stared at the hammer some more, before gasping and standing up, staring at the ground - the mark of the bifrost, and you covered your mouth, laughing awkwardly, becoming slightly light headed and nervous.

"O-oh that's Mjölnir, o-oh my dearest forest, I've been laughing at Thor Odinson. O-o-oh dear."

Realisation hit you, and you became incredibly nervous. And when you got nervous, it didn't go well for you. Your hair sprouted leaves, which were plucked out by the wind, green hearts at the centre of their form.

"I am so sorry you have to see this, yo-your majesty?"

You questioned the title - and yourself actually, before quickly twisting your body around and covered your mouth, hacking up leaves of the same heart shape, you were nervous and scared. This is what happens when you are in these emotional states.

"My lady, are you okay?"

A concerned voice came from the God of Thunder and you gagged, before getting up, your mouth covered, you staggered and grabbed onto his chest to stand up, which then resulted in you both - almost - tumbling down, he caught you by your waist and you were in.. a dip. A dip that should only happen in a ball room dance, one for couples, Kings and Queens would do this dip, in love and prosperity.

You stood still, embarassed, cheeks heating up in a furious shade of green, your mouth still covered, you mumbled something before twisting around in his strong arms, and well..

"..Bleugh!"

You coughed up more leaves, along with your green saliva. Which was incredibly gross, by the way. You turned back around to Thor and coughed.

Only, there was still some of your own spit dragged across your face green in hue. You blushed even brighter and Thor seemed to chortle, before bursting out into laughter.

You, yourself, were incredibly embarassed, you wiped off your spit from your cheek, before realising what had just happened and soon enough, you began to laugh leaning into him even more, laughing and snorting harmoniously with the God of Thunder, surrounded by your own leaves.

[s-horne]

Bedtime story (Steve/Tony)

(I reached a mini milestone and I thought I’d celebrate with a little fluff piece of Howard Stark’s a* parenting and Steve being a cutiepie)

Tony yawned, curling further into Steve’s side as he sighed contededly. Sam laughed and reached his leg out to kick at Tony’s side. 

“You young things, can’t stay up past 9.”

Tony stuck his tongue out when Steve chuckled along with him. It was a running joke that Tony was the baby of the group, despite being a month away from 21. Everyone else in their little group of friends was at least 26, having graduated college and settled into jobs and apartments already. 

Steve and Tony had met completely by accident when Steve had gotten lost looking for Bucky’s little sister on the college campus and had run into Tony. Quite literally run into him, actually. Books and papers had gone flying as Tony hit the floor. Steve had held out a hand to help Tony up and that was it; they’d been inseparable ever since.

“‘M not young,” Tony muttered. Steve bent and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. 

“No, you’re not,” he said placatingly, smiling into Tony’s messy hair when Tony preened. 

“Anyone want a beer?” Bucky called from the kitchen, poking his head out and around the door. 

“Me,” Sam said, holding his hand up when Bucky threw a can at him, pulling a face when condensation dripped on him. “Thanks.”

“Tony?” Bucky asked. 

Tony mumbled something into Steve’s shoulder and Bucky laughed. “I’ll take that as a no.”

Steve grinned. “I think that was a no, you’re right. I’ll have one – a real bottle though, I’m not drinking that cheap crap.”

Sam rolled his eyes and Bucky disappeared back into the kitchen. “Sorry, your highness. I enjoy this cheap crap.”

“And that’s fine for you. I, however, value my tastebuds.”

“Here you go,” Bucky came into the living room handed Steve his beer, dropping down onto the couch and throwing his legs up into the coffee table. “Anyone want chips?”

“What did you bring? I only want salt and vinegar.”

“Oh my god,” Bucky muttered, chucking a pack at Sam and reaching for another. “I live with a bunch of divas. Any other requests?”

“For you to be quiet,” Tony muttered into Steve’s armpit, startling a laugh out of him. 

“Sorry, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, sorry,” Bucky said with a roll of his eyes, “you big baby. Do you need me to read you a bedtime story?”

“A what?”

Steve looked down at Tony and repeated what Bucky had said. Tony lifted his head and scrunched his face up. 

“A what? A story about a bedtime?”

Steve’s expression dropped into one of confusion as Bucky furrowed his brow. “A bedtime story.”

Sam set his beer down on the coffee table, shoving Bucky’s leg out of the way. “You never had a bedtime story?”

Tony’s gaze flickered between the three of them and something shuttered down. “Am I meant to have had one?” He felt like getting defensive, but he didn’t know what he was getting defensive about. “What...”

“It’s a thing for kids,” Sam said slowly, far too gently, “when they’re in bed, you read them a story.”

“Like a, a book?”

“Well, yeah.” Steve stroked his hand over Tony’s hip softly. “A kid’s book. They’re short and full of colours, not much plot but happiness and warmth. Meant to send the kid off to sleep happily. They usually fall asleep half way through.”

“And the kid reads it? Like, a novel?”

“No. The parents read it.”

Tony’s head turned to Bucky and his face was utterly crushed. “The parents? Your parents read it?”

“Well, yeah.”

“They’re only short,” Sam said and Tony turned away at the look on his face. “Not novel length. But yeah, our parents read them when we were kids.”

Tony looked up to Steve. “You too?”

“Yeah.” Steve swallowed and let out a sigh. “Ma would tuck me into bed, pull the blankets right up round my chin and put my teddy by me. Then she’d sit next to me on the edge of the bed and I’d cuddle up to her side. When I was a little bit older she’d sit by the side of the bed instead, and she moved onto longer books. A chapter or so a night of things like Harry Potter.”

“Huh. Well. How about that?” Tony made to stand up. “Well, I’m gonna–”

Steve hooked his arm around Tony’s waist and pulled him back down, holding him close until he relaxed and fell into the embrace. 

“You never had one, huh?”

Tony shook his head at Bucky’s question, dropping his gaze to the rips in his jeans. “I never really had anyone to read one. There was always J, but he wasn’t allowed to spend too much time with me. Not in private at least – I wasn’t to be coddled. We were always in the kitchen or in the garden with Ana, but I put myself to bed most nights.” He paused and shrugged. “From the sounds of them, Howard probably would have said they were too babyish anyway. I should have been reading a textbook, if not writing my own.”

“That’s stupid,” Bucky said angrily, “you were a kid.”

Tony turned even more into Steve’s body, shoulders tensing as he tried to hide himself. Steve waved off Bucky’s sheepish look and the way he opened his mouth to apologise. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” Steve murmured to Tony, “Ma still has all of my old books in the loft. She said she needed to keep them for any grandkids I was gonna give her, but I know she’s been itching to get them down for months now. She’d give anything to go through them again – bet you she’d even pull out the albums too.”

There was a moment of silence before Tony’s soft voice, so timid and quiet. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“She wouldn’t think it was stupid?”

Steve scoffed and Tony huffed a tiny laugh. “When does my Ma think anything you do is stupid?”

“Will you ask her before we go on Sunday?”

“Sure, babe.” Steve dropped a kiss to the top of Tony’s head. “I’ll ring her tomorrow. Now,” he turned to Bucky and held up his hand. “Chuck me a bag of chips. Which ones do you want, Tony?”

Tony sniffed loudly and took another second to collect himself hidden in the safety of Steve’s side before he lifted his head. “Chicken. Always chicken.”

“Bleugh,” was the only warning Tony got before Bucky lobbed a bag across the room. “Chicken sucks.”

“And yet you bought them,” Tony snapped back cheekily, discreetly sniffing again as he repositioned himself. Steve lifted his arm and let Tony curl underneath it as he pulled open the bag, holding it between them. 

“Yeah, well, I…”

When Bucky trailed off, seemingly having no response to that, Tony let out a bubble of laughter.

“Want one?” he asked Steve, taking a handful and offering the bag up.

Steve smiled and bent to eat a chip from Tony’s hand, laughing when Tony pulled away in disgust.

“Hey! Those are mine,” Tony said, but relented when Steve pressed a line of kisses down his face, starting at his hair line and finishing just under his chin.

“You two are disgusting,” Sam said, chucking chips across the room at them when Tony turned to connect their lips. “Get that out of here.”

“Oi! I bought you those – stop wasting them!”

Tony blushed as he pulled away and Steve rolled his eyes fondly when Sam and Bucky started to bicker. They sat there quietly for a moment just watching as the other two poked and prodded each other, Steve reaching out and munching on chips every once in a while.

“Hey,” Tony whispered, pressing closer to Steve’s side but not looking up at him, “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me,” Steve said just as quietly, not drawing attention to them as he pulled Tony almost onto his lap, “you deserve the world.”

[hamilton-one-shots]

Hamilton High School AU 25

Once they arrived at the shop, they found that all of the lights were still on, though the sign said closed, and music was blaring from the inside.

"She's home, alright," Hercules chuckled. He lead Lafayette to the door and opened it, the music blasting out of the door.

His parents were dancing along through the clothing racks, spinning and bouncing. They may not have been the most skilled dancers, but it was sweet watching the pair act like lovestruck teens.

"Hey!" Hercules shouted multiple times, trying to get their attention. Eventually, he simply resorted to shutting off their music.

"You're no fun," Hugh grumbled, though Sarah was more than happy to stop the fun if it meant seeing her son again.

She dashed over and pulled him into a bone crushing hug. "My baby boy! I've missed you so much!"

"I've missed you too, ma!" Herc wheezed out as she let him go.

She took his face and inspected it from very angle while bombarding him with questions. "Have you been eating well? Changing your clothes everyday? Changing your under-"

"Yes! Ma, I've progressed into adulthood. I can make sure I don't die," he interrupted, though the smile on his face said that he didn't mind the embarrassment. Yet.

Sarah nodded and turned to Lafayette with a wide grin, pulling him into a similar hug. "And you, Laffy Taffy, it's been too long!" She let go and held his shoulders, taking him in. "You have not changed a bit! You look lovely in a skirt! Is Herky treating you well? Is he making sure you're spoiled?"

Lafayette chuckled and nodded. "Don't worry, he's spoiling me. He won't let me stop him."

"I'm so glad to hear that! Now you keep him in line, now. If he gets out of line, you have my permission to hi-"

"Mom! Please! I'm doing my best to be a good boyfriend, I swear!"

Of course, Sarah didn't mean everything she said, she was just going out of her way to embarrass her son, and succeeding. "That I don't doubt."

"I'll hit him, if you want," Hugh piped up, pulling his son into a headlock.

"Hush, Hugh. Leave the poor boy alone." She turned back to Lafayette. "You two must be starving. The table's already set up. I'll join you two in a bit."

He nodded and pulled Herc out of his father's grip and into the kitchen. "I forgot how much I love your mom."

Hercules sighed and sat with Lafayette. "I'll always be five in her eyes. But, I was right, she adores you." He kissed Lafayette's cheek and held his hand. "You know, back in Ireland, nobody used to believe she was my mom until parents' night. It was fun watching their reactions when they realized I wasn't lying," he chuckled. The shop may have been small there, but in Ireland, the name "'Baire Mulligan ❤️'" was common in Ireland, particularly among teen girls and younger women.

Sarah danced into the kitchen, Hugh following close behind with a bright red face.

"Miss ma, dad?"

"Hush, you." He sat at the table as Sarah placed their plates before sitting at her own seat.

"Oh, you boys," she rolled her eyes. "Now, I want to hear everything. How's your brother, Taffy?"

Lafayette smiled. "He's doing great. He just started dating John last week. They're more than happy together."

"Is that so? I was going to ask how little Jackie was. Lord knows he needs a reason to smile more."

"Mom," Hercules chided softly. "John's fine..."

"Oh, hush. The poor boy hardly smiled last time I saw him. He needs something positive in his life. And Ally's no doubt a good force for him," she smiled warmly. She meant well, but the fact that Hercules and Lafayette knew exactly why he needed that change made things a bit awkward. Thankfully, she dropped the topic. "You know, Taffy, I brought a few new designs home from Belfast, if you'd like to try them on."

That helped Hercules perk up a bit. "You know Laf looks good in everything he wears."

"Your designs look good on him, Herc. You know, you don't give yourself enough credit, especially when it comes to Laf," Hugh piped in.

"Oh, come on.. You know I'm not meant for the stage," he chuckled awkwardly.

"Oh, hush, Herky. The designer is just as important as the model."

Lafayette nodded. "What would a model be without the clothes that they show off? It's in the name."

Hercules's shy nature caused him to smile shyly at his boyfriend's reassurance, but Sarah smiled widely.

"I couldn't agree more, Taffy. I would love to see you in the things that my baby designs for you. Maybe I can try a few myself."

"It is my lucky night!" Hugh smiled.

Hercules rolled his eyes. "Settle down, Casanova."

"You're one to talk. I've seen some of your texts with Laf, all of your "I love you"s."

Sarah chuckled. "Aw, Herky, you're a romantic just like me. Now, don't think you're exempt."

"Say what? No, no, that's not for-"

"Oh, nonsense, you used to love dressing up when you were little. Where's that photoalbum?" She rose to her feet as she finished eating and came back with a dusty album, wiping it off before sitting beside Lafayette, who looked more than eager to see it's contents.

Hercules rose to his feet and began washing dishes with his father, trying to avoid the embarrassment to come.

The first few pictures show Hercules as a newborn cradled in Sarah's arms. "Oh, look at him... He was so precious. He was a miracle."

"You mean a surprise," Hercules piped in.

"I mean a miracle. A pleasant surprise. He was such a stunner. His cheeky smile hasn't changed a bit."

A few pictures later showed infant Hercules in a teddy bear onesie and various other costumes.

"Oh, he was so adorable," Laf cooed.

"He was! And he knew it. Just look at that smile."

Hercules's groaning was audible from the kitchen sink.

"Oh, you stop that! Look! Here you are making your first outfit."

He shook his head. "That left much to be desired.."

"I think it's cute. Not everyone is a master at the beginning. Remember when I was only starting to learn English?"

Hercules chuckled. "/That/ was adorable."

"I could not communicate with you. It was dreadful. We're not like John was with boxing."

"Yeah.. He was a master at that from the start."

Lafayette nodded.

Sarah smiled. "You all were definitely friends by fate. What are the odds that you all moved here one after another?" Of course, there was a year between each of them, as far as moving to New York, but it was fairly close. She yawned and glanced up at the clock. "Goodness, is that the time? I should be getting to bed."

"It's only 9, ma."

"Jet lag, sweetie." She rose to her feet and pulled Lafayette in for another hug, this one much more human. "It was great to see you, Taffy. You'd better come back soon."

"Of course I will." He smiled. "And I'll bring the others with me, don't worry."

"You'd better!" And she disappeared up the stairs, Hugh following her.

Hercules sighed as he walked Lafayette to the front door. "My parents are one of a kind..." He grinned deviously as Lafayette walked out of the door and grabbed his wrist, pushing him against the wall and kissing him passionately, his tongue sliding against his lips and hand in his hair. When he pulled away, he kissed Lafayette's nose. "I love you, baby.."

Lafayette, still in shock, leaned against the wall to hold up his own weight and nodded before stumbling to his car.

Hercules grinned victoriously and watched him before going inside and getting in bed.

By the time Lafayette got home, he finally regained his composure. He changed into his pajamas before texting Herc, laying with Rosie. [I see you're stealing tips from John.] [I applaud you.]

[You're more than welcome ;)] He smiled and went through the Facebook messages for the shop, reading through the requests. He tutted when he read one from Thomas Jefferson, but accepted it. [Jefferson's in the shop tomorrow. Bleugh.]

Lafayette frowned. [That sucks. Want me to come over? You know I can kick his ass if I have to.]

[Only if you're sure. You already deal with him in drama.] [I might kick his ass if he asks you to model anything, though.]

[I'll beat you to it.] [Maybe John should come, too? You know he's less hesitant about hurting him.]

[Good idea.] He switched to texting John. [Hey, Jefferson's in the shop tomorrow. Care to join? Moral support?]

John groaned, cursed by his inability to sleep through his phone's ringtone. He grabbed his phone and texted Herc back. [Yeah, sure, but what about Alex? I'm not letting him near Jefferson.]

Hercules pondered for a moment, then created a group chat labeled "Lex Protection Squad." [Herc: So, Jefferson's over tomorrow.] [Herc: John's right; we cant really have Lex and dick-for-brains in the same place.] [Herc: He's still sick though, right?]

Alexander mumbled incoherently in his sleep and buried his face into John's side as text after text beeped through.

"I'm sorry.." John muttered, silencing his phone before responding. [John: Yeah, and with your spamming, he'll stay sick, lol.]

Alexander whined. "Who are you texting this late?.." It was already almost 1 in the morning. Whether it was the sickness or sheer exhaustion, he clearly needed it.

"Just Herc. He accidentally texted me instead of Laf. Go back to sleep."

He nodded. "Yes sir.. I love you.." And like that, Alexander was out like a light.

[Herc: Oops, sorry : P] [Herc: Normally, I'd say just be honest, but...]

[Laf: We know what you mean.] He yawned and checked the time. [Laf: It is getting late. We should get to sleep.]

[Herc: Alright. Goodnight.]

[John: Night.]

In the morning, Alexander was actually the first awake for once and John was alone when he woke up, tucked in as if he were a wrapped present.

Alexander joined him a few minutes later, a toothbrush in his mouth as he sat beside John. "Hey.."

"Hey.. Why are you up already?" John asked as he wrapped his arms around Alexander's waist.

"I got sick again.." he responded as he ran his hand through John's curls.

John nodded and sat up, stretching and quickly getting ready. When he got back, Alexander showed him a new text from Jefferson.

[You can still go through with this you know. Just meet me at the back of the school at the end of the day. Agree and I'll leave John and Laf alone, baby. xx]

"He's going to be hell for you and Laf today.. I'm sorry.."

"Don't be. You know it's not your fault and Laf and I can handle him." He kissed his forehead, then went and fed Squirtle. "You won't do anything he says, right?.."

Alexander waited until John was done feeding the terrapin and turned around before holding out his pinky. "I promise not to do anything if you promise not to get involved if a fight breaks out."

John hesitated and shook his head. "I won't get involved unless I think you're getting hurt too badly."

Alexander thought it over. It wasn't unreasonable. He wasn't exactly a great fighter... He nodded and linked his pinky with John's. "I promise."

"So do I." He leaned down and pecked his lips.

Alexander smiled as he returned the kiss, then sighed. "Can't I'd just puke on Jefferson?"

John chuckled and walked out of the room with him. "If you can time it so he says something gross and you puke on him, I would love you forever."

"I'll try." He knocked on Lafayette's door. "Are you driving in this morning?"

Lafayette opened the door, pushing Rosie back inside with his foot as he finished tying up his hair. "Yes, sorry. I woke up late."

"Texting Herc at stupid o'clock," Alexander rolled his eyes and chuckled.

The three went downstairs and got a quick breakfast, small enough that even Alexander could finish it, before heading to school.

When they got there, they all headed to class together, though Lafayette wouldn't be joining them, and Alexander would've been lying if he said his sickness wasn't making him weak. He stayed glued to John's side and squeezed his arm as they saw Jefferson waiting outside of the classroom.

"Just the person I wanted to see. Did you get my text this morning?" he smirked at Alexander. "Are we doing this or what?"

Alexander shrunk down a bit and shook his head, John glaring at Jefferson and pushing Alexander behind himself defensively.

"Fine. Have it your way." And, in the blink of an eye, he grabbed John by his ponytail and yanked him forward. "Alex made me do this," he announced before throwing John to the ground, making him cry out as his nose slammed against the linoleum.

"No!" Alexander cried out as he ran to help him, Jefferson looking ready to kill him.

Lafayette grabbed Jefferson's arm and turned him around before kneeing him in his crotch and shoving him down, kicking him in the gut. "That was such a cheap shot! You are a disgrace." Before he could kick again, Jefferson scrambled to his feet, though he didn't look very willing to keep fighting.

He just glared at Alexander. "Fuck you, Hamilton," he hissed. "You're going to pay for that." He limped into class, sitting way in the back.

John sat up and took a deep breath through his nose. "I'm okay.. It just hurts.." He kissed Alexander's cheek and stood up, fixing his hair.

Any other time, Alexander would've been crying. He saw John get hurt because of him. But, instead, he was completely blank. He allowed John to lead him into class and sat in the front with him, right in Adams' line of sight as he walked in for class.

"... Alexander? ...I received a call from your father this morning saying you wouldn't be in. What are you doing here?"

"...Thomastriedtomakemehavesexwithhim."

".. Excuse me?.."

"Hesentmeabunchofabusivetextsandtriedtomakemegohomewithhim."

"...come with me, Alexander."

Alexander hesitantly pulled himself to his feet and glanced back at John one more time before heading out.

[kazuwhora]

hiii can I request a match up please :) sending you lots of love xoxooxoxo (I'm obsessed with your writing fr)

• she, infp

• sun in aries, moon in taurus, ascendant in gemini, venus in pisces, mars in capricorn

• most frequent comments I've gotten from strangers: hard to figure out, "I thought you hated me"

• my friends says im: hardworking, caring, sincere, "she kinda has like a willow tree vibe", comforting

• but erh honestly I'm just bleugh a huge internal mess with a bunch of psychiatric issues trying to do my best :(

• I would say I'm pretty coolheaded and depending on my energy level(tho I'm usually just tired) I can be on either ends of the spectrum but most of the time I'm just silently zoning out and listening to people talk. all my friendships are really low maintenance.

• I lovelovelove lana del rey and on other days I'm listening to chase atlantic, arctic monkeys or hozier

• will do math calculus questions just for fun because I can

• I can't fucking cycle

• animals>>>>>>> humans

• will cry if u you shout at me

• silent treatment when I'm pissed off

• I have so many hobbies because I get bored so easily but I'll try to be concise? (sorry lol) I love playing chopin or anything studio ghibli on the piano, reading(literally anything from YA fiction, yuval noah harari, slyvia plath, edgar allen poe, quantum physics, the encyclopedia, and reddit conspiracy theories threads), psychoanalysing strangers on public transport,  oh and I love being outdoors and just feeling the wind in my hair

• bruh as long as someone loves me idfc I'm so starved for affection please. but it would be nice to have them physically present with me :') I don't think I lean towards any particular love language? It depends on what my s/o needs honestly

• kind, interesting, kinky;), affectionate, must love animals, not completely stupid, idk man like if we vibe we vibe (low-key I always doubt that the people I'm dating actually love me as a person or ???? n then I just unconsciously sabotage the whole rs :')  because I have abandonment issues BUT IM WORKING ON IT WITH MY THERAPIST)

bye willow tree vibe is exactly an infp

this one was tough because I think there are a couple possible matches but my favourite out of the bunch is chifuyu!

chifuyu is a big sweetheart that honestly will absolutely put your mental health before his. sometimes this can be an issue especially when he's having a rough go, but something about being a solid part of your life and a piece that you know will never abandon you brings him a lot of comfort and also confidence. he's not really one to be all that aware of his confidence issues but something about you makes him a lot more surefooted.

[hold-my-hair-back]

More high school au destiel but with sick Dean?

I know it’s been forever since I posted a story (or really anything at all) but college is keeping me busy and I’m also substitute teaching at the local high school here. So, I hope some sick!Dean makes up for my absence. The season 13 premiere made me in the mood for a Dean story. Thanks for the request! I’m glad you guys like the high school era I’ve established. 

The first thing Castiel heard when he walked towards Dean’s locker, was a series of wet coughs followed by a creative string of bad language only Dean could think of. On a normal day, Castiel would walk into the school, head toward Dean’s locker, and see him standing in wait, usually listening to music and ignoring the rest of the student population. Now, Dean was hunched over, looking tired and miserable and coughing up a storm. Castiel felt his stomach clench with worry as he stood in front of his pale, shaky boyfriend. Instinctively, Castiel wanted to throw his arms around Dean, feel his forehead, and then comfort him. However, he knew by now that Dean was different and needed to be taken care of in a more discreet manner. Dean has always been defensive, but nothing amplified that more than when he was sick. Approaching Dean like this was similar to approaching a wild animal. “So,” Castiel began slowly and carefully as he leaned against the lockers, making sure not to stare too much. “I’m guessing this was why you weren’t at school yesterday?”

Dean opened his mouth to respond, but instead of words coming out, it was another series of wet coughs. Castiel watched as his boyfriend turned away from him and covered his mouth with a tissue until the coughs finally subsided. “Yeah, sorry I didn’t text you,” he answered. Castiel had to hold back from wincing at how rough his voice sounded.

“You never text me,” Castiel pointed out, trying to sound dismissive about it. “Anyway, I just figured you were ditching. Wouldn’t be the first time.”

Dean only shrugged as he coughed up phlegm into the overused tissue. Castiel wanted to make a snide remark about Dean’s smoking but held back. This was definitely not the time to stage an intervention for his boyfriend. After Dean was finished, he stuffed the tissue into his pocket and sighed, the breath sounding short and rattly.  “No, Principle Crowley has been getting on my ass about missing school. I really didn’t want to get into it with him again. Anyway, I’m fine. Just a cold.”

Castiel didn’t believe that for a second. Dean could have blood oozing out of every orifice in his body and still claim to be fine. There wasn’t time to protest though as the loud bell announced that first period was about to begin. Usually, Castiel would give Dean a quick peck on the lips before scurrying off to class, but this time he hesitated. He didn’t want to leave Dean alone until he knew for sure he was okay. However, Dean gave him a pointed look and he knew it was no use. Castiel sighed softly before kissing his boyfriend’s cheek and heading off in the direction of his first-period class. The entire walk there, he debated on what he could do to help Dean, even if help was claimed to not be needed.

Halfway through his honors government class, Castiel received a text from Dean, that simply said: 

Bleugh. -DW

Castiel couldn’t help but smile at the simplicity, knowing that was as close as Dean would ever admit to not feeling well. He couldn’t help but text back. 

Are you actually still in class? -CN

Dean’s reply took a while. 

No. I left the auto shop to puke and when I came back Mr. Turner told me to go to the nurse. -DW

Castiel frowned at Dean’s text and didn’t hesitate to respond. 

You threw up? Dean, I don’t think this is just a cold. -CN

Castiel waited a few minutes, but when no reply came from Dean, he knew he had to take action. He told his government teacher he wasn’t feeling well and hurried out of the room towards the nurse’s office. Dean would probably be angry with him for skipping class to see him but he didn’t care. Dean didn’t often admit he was sick, so Castiel knew this had to be worse than he originally thought. He felt his stomach clench with worry as he stepped into the nurse’s office, not sure what to expect. However, Dean wasn’t in the room and Castiel gave the nurse a curious look. “He’s in there, honey,” the nurse explained, gesturing to the bathroom. “Are you the boyfriend he’s been talking about?” The fact that Dean had been talking about him made his face heat up, and Castiel nodded. “Yeah, that’s me. Is he okay?”“He’ll be fine,” she assured him, standing from her desk.”There’s a nasty flu bug going around, and Dean was apparently the next unfortunate victim.” The nurse came and stood in front of him, holding a hand out with a smile. “I’m Jody Mills, by the way. The new nurse.”Castiel returned the smile and shook her hand. “Castiel.”“I know. He’s only said your name a million times.” Jody sat back down at her desk and looked up at him, and Castiel knew he was blushing again over the fact that Dean had been talking about him a lot. “You can go in there if you’d like,” she continued, looking at the closed door. “But if this stuff grosses you out, I understand. I’m sure he would too.”

Castiel was already making his way to the bathroom. “No, I’m fine. Thanks, Jody.” Castiel was sure Dean needed his space, but he needed to see for himself that his boyfriend was okay. He opened the bathroom door and made sure to shut it behind him before looking over at Dean who was crouching in front of the toilet, a string of sick hanging off his lower lip.

“Why are you here?” Dean grumbled, spitting into the toilet. The sick was still on his lip and Castiel quickly moved forward and wiped it away with a piece of toilet paper, ignoring the protests as it was done.

“Because you clearly aren’t as fine as you’d like to believe,” Castiel answered pointedly. He took a seat on the ground next to Dean and stared at him, looking for signs that this was something serious.

“It’s the flu,” Dean snapped. “Go away.” The venomous tone would have been more effective if it weren’t for the fact that he gagged right after, bringing up a small mouthful of vomit.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Castiel protested. “You always take care of me when I’m sick. Though, I’m not this much of an asshole when I’m sick.”

Dean burped into the toilet bowl before answering. “No, you just whine the whole time.” Castiel didn’t miss the grimace Dean’s face nor did he miss the way Dean’s arm wrapped around his stomach.

Castiel placed a hand on Dean’s back and reached forward to wipe away the sweat that was gathering on his forehead with some toilet paper. “You got me there,” he answered. “No shame.” He could handle Dean’s attitude – he’d been dealing with it for years, but what he couldn’t handle, was the idea of his boyfriend suffering alone. So, he would put up with the remarks and stay with him and help him through this.

Dean’s muscles tightened from beneath his hand and Castiel watched as he heaved into the toilet with tremendous effort. The toilet bowl had already been full when Castiel arrived, and he knew there couldn’t be much else in Dean’s stomach. The heave had only brought up a small bit of yellow bile which most of it remained on Dean’s lips until Castiel wiped it away. Surprisingly, the action hadn’t been met with a snippy comment from Dean, which told Castiel that his boyfriend was starting to get tired. Assuming Dean was done for a while, he flushed the toilet and leaned the other male against the wall while he went over to the sink and began to wet some paper towels with cold water. When he was finished, he knelt back down in front of Dean and began to gently wipe his face, ridding it of any sweat or vomit that might have still been lingering. “Alright,” Dean said after a while, moving his head away. Castiel was surprised he had let it go on for as long as it had. “I’m good.” Dean

Castiel shook his head and tossed the paper towel into the trashcan. “Just because you’re more or less clean now, does not mean that you’re ‘good’, Dean.” Dean began coughing, as though to emphasize his point, and Castiel could only raise an eyebrow. “Yeah, you need to go home and go to bed. Do you need a ride?”

Dean had to finish coughing before he could reply. “Home? I’d rather not.”

Castiel wanted to slap himself, as he should have known that wouldn’t be an option for Dean. “Well, as irritating and fussy as my mom can be, she would never turn away anyone who needed a place to stay. Especially anyone who looks like they’re on their deathbed. You can come to my house and crash, she won’t mind.”

“Yeah, but Sammy–”

“Sam is more than welcome too. We have a guest room that both of you can sleep in,” Castiel interrupted. He knew that even while sick, Dean would always put Sam before himself. Well, Dean put almost everyone before himself which Castiel both loved and hated at the same time. It often led to a small illness turning into something more serious that could have been prevented if Dean had just taken the time to take care of himself.

Dean was either too tired to argue any further, or Castiel finally managed to get through to him, because Dean nodded in agreement – something he didn’t do often regarding his own health. Castiel would take the win though, hoping that with some help, his boyfriend would be back on his feet quicker. He helped Dean up and led him back into the room where Jody was waiting. She had made up a bed for him and Castiel sighed in relief, knowing Dean wouldn’t be able to stay upright for much longer.

“Here we go,” Castiel said softly as he ushered Dean down onto the bed. “I know you don’t like this kind of thing, but you really should rest while I call my mom. I’m gonna sign us both out, okay? And then I can take you to my house.” Much to Castiel’s surprise, Dean nodded in agreement, which only proved how tired he was. Castiel stayed with Dean, gently stroking his hair until he fell asleep, and he then began the process of getting his very sick boyfriend in bed.

About twenty minutes later, Castiel was gently nudging Dean awake. He wished he could let his boyfriend sleep without interruption, but he knew he had to get them both home. Dean’s green eyes fluttered open slowly, and Castiel took a step back to give him some space. “Hey,” he greeted gently. “We should get you out of here. My mom is cool with you and Sam coming over.”

The mention of Sam’s name had Dean sitting up instantly, the movement causing him to wince and put a hand to his head. “I gotta go get ‘em,” he mumbled.

Castiel shook his head and moved closer to Dean again, reaching up and putting a hand to his head. “I’ll pick him up once school is out, but that’s not for another three hours.” Castiel frowned when Dean winced again and he put his hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder. “Does your head hurt?” Dean only shrugged in response, but it was as close to a confession that he would ever get, so Castiel decided to take it as a win. “Okay, well we have some stuff back at my house that you can take for it. Come on.” Castiel helped Dean off the bed and wasn’t surprised in the least bit when Dean shrugged off his touch and began to make his way out of the room on his own. With a sigh, Castiel knew the only thing he could do was closely follow him.

Getting Dean home was harder than it should have been. First off, Castiel had a hard time convincing the other male that he was, in fact, not okay to drive himself. That was met with an ‘I can’t leave Baby here’ to which Castiel offered to drive them back in the Impala. That was only answered with a glare, which eventually led to Castiel driving the two of them back in his own car, leaving the Impala in the parking lot for the night. Second of all, Castiel had to pull over twice during the fifteen-minute drive back to his house so Dean could vomit. Well, the first time he threw up, the second time he dry heaved for five minutes until Castiel finally forced him to sit back in the car, handing him a bag he could heave into.

When they were finally pulling up to the house, Castiel sighed in relief and looked over at his sick boyfriend. “We’re here.”

Dean lifted his head from the passenger window and nodded. “Thanks. I’ve only been to your house a million times. I know what it looks like, Cas.”

Dean’s irritability was really getting on Castiel’s nerves, but he knew that there wasn’t much that could be done about it. He got out of the car and made his way to the front door, knowing that trying to help Dean would only get him yelled at. He did wait on the porch for Dean, however, and once they were both at the door, he led the two of them inside. His mom was at work, and his dad was probably in his office working on his book so that basically meant it was just the two of them. “Do you need help up the stairs?” he asked Dean, risking whatever snarky response he would receive. To his surprise, Dean only shook his head, the exhaustion probably outweighing his agitation.

Castiel stayed behind Dean the entire time up the stairs and toward the guest bedroom, just in case he fell. Luckily, Dean made it to the bed without any incident and he unceremoniously collapsed on top of it with a heavy sigh. Castiel sat down on the bed beside him and put a hand on his back. “Would you like some water or something?” he asked.

“Don’t think I’d be able to keep it down,” Dean mumbled into the pillow. His green eyes slowly slid shut as he finally began to relax once again. “You’ll pick up Sammy?” he asked.

“I promise,” Castiel assured him. “And we’ll talk about books and homework the whole ride over.”

“Nerds,” Dean said, but there was a hint of affection in his tone. Castiel didn’t miss it, and he dared to reach out and place a hand on Dean’s cheek. To his surprise, it wasn’t brushed away. “Cas, I’m sorry I’m such a dick.”

Castiel couldn’t help but scoff; he was thankful Dean was aware of his attitude. “Well, it happens to the best of us. I snap at you when I get migraines. It’s only fair.” Castiel leaned down and kissed the top of Dean’s head, his other hand rubbing up and down Dean’s back to coax him to sleep. “I love you, though.”

Dean smiled for the first time that day, and it was the most beautiful smile in the whole world, Castiel thought. “I love you too.” With that, Dean drifted off and Castiel stayed by his side.   

[radiyum]

some things 2017

i am having really bad stomach pains and cramping after i started my period this morning. bleugh. also my lower back hurts a lot so i’ve been in bed and might watch the kyoukai no kanata movie again (to wrap up the marathon i had the other day) or yuri!!! on ice because i really really miss it

my sister laura who lives in dubai is coming home next monday! this means i will receive all three of the kill la kill nendoroids waiting for me! AAAND i get to see my sister lol.

my dad’s brain surgery (dbs) is on tuesday!! AHHH!

today is my sister clarissa’s birthday and i bought her a bottle of korbel champagne and a giftcard to target for victoria beckham’s spring collaboration. well she can use it on whatever she wants but i know she’s super jizzed about the collection coming out and i want her to spend money on herself for once because she’s a really giving person to others.

i FINALLY went in to a t mobile yesterday and “jumped” to a new phone, i went from an iphone 5c to an iphone 6s. like this shit is so high quality and i’m not used to it and it’s fucking strange and i love it.

i have a list of things to do but i can’t move from my bed. but i want more coffee. i requested a two week leave of absence from work that starts this weekend and i am so excited and i’m going to be so fucking lazy. it’s supposed to be to spend time with my sister and to help my dad recover from his surgery(ies) though.

what else........i need to start using this adorable planner i bought for 2017.

i can’t decide if i want to go to the la art show or not. i went two years ago and i LOVE ART and i was so excited for it but it was so underwhelming for me, and i heard last year wasn’t very great. however, this year is supposed to be a total change for la art show in which galleries they’ve chosen and everything is supposed to be NEW, so i’m considering it now...

some of my thoughts are gems but other times i’m really boring. like right now.