Warnings: the sappiest, fluffiest shit (you have been warned)
Hope ya’ll like it!!!!!! Ari xxx
Nico di Angelo couldn’t believe it at first, but he was in love.
With Will Solace.
Nico remembers that with Percy falling in love was like being thrown into a storming ocean with lead weights. No one was there to save him; he struggled to keep his head above the water. Each harsh wave sent him deeper and deeper into the sea of his thoughts, drowning him. After some time, he just gave in to the water, and sunk to the bottom, alone and cold.
With Will, it was different, slower. Instead, it was the sunrise at dawn. The sun gradually warming up the midnight air. The sky fills with hues of soft yellows and oranges that blend perfectly with the night sky. Suddenly, you realize it was a new day in front of you with a million opportunities. It was absolutely breathtaking, and no matter how many mistakes you make in that day, dawn always comes.
Notes: Lemme tell ya about my love for FP Jones, its huge and everyone can fight me okay. And ya’ll can’t tell me he ain’t one of the hottest dad’s you’ve ever seen. Inspired by the song With Arms Wide Open by Creed.
Word Count: 1219
Warnings: The feels.
Disclaimer: I do not own this gif, or FP Jones, so if you own either, let me know and I’ll give you full credit. I do own this work.
Yes this is my personal imagine, as i have explained here im starting off with it because ive been sick for fifteen hundread years and i just wanna be taken care off, lollolol,so here’s my debut i guess. i hope it offers you a scope of my writing and how i would portray each member please tell me if you like it, or if you have any comments (IT WOULD MEAM THE WORLD TO ME) and hit me up for more Requestsss im readyyy!! Thanks in advance for all the support, i am literally s excited to wriTE IT ALLLLL
Low-key freak out, does a bad job of hiding it, starts nervously Pickering with you instead. ‘I TOLD you to take a jacket!’ *huffs* Tries not to hover, but cant help it, starts on that chicken broth IMMINENTLY, has to feed you himself. Scary mama bear. Loses his shit whenever one of the guys teases you, ‘Jungkook if you don’t put her down this instant…’*glare* although he himself cant stop the teasing ‘You just want a kiss to make you feel better, don’t you? *smooches you as you laugh and try to push him away* ‘I am sick, you dork!’
Monie wouldn’t really know what to d He’d pull you against his chest while simultaneously reaching for his phone. “Do you have a fever? are you feeling dizzy?” Instantly cancels all daily activities to be with you. Insist on dragging you along when you refuse to go so you won’t get in the way. Wouldn’t stop trying to self-diagnose you. Unsatisfied when you tell him you just need some rest. “just get in the car babe, for me? i know a really good doctor close by” keeps your hand his at all times.
Being the most observant member, he would probably notice that you are tired before you do. Instantly picking-up on your depleted energy levels. "Are you feeling okay baby?” He’d ask while running a palm along your side. You’d sigh, realizing that you are leaning at little heavily on him, you borrow closer into his warmth. That would be all he needed to see before he pulls you to a couch and runs for some Aspirin. He’d keep-up a quiet light discussion to intimately keep tabs on you without making a big deal out of it. Keeps a hand on your hip, a few fingers just under the hem of your shirt to measure your body temp. Takes you to a pharmacy before you even realize where you’re going,
insists you at least drape his jacket on your solders when the cold air hits you, cuts off any protests with a kiss.
Hobi would f r e a k out. He would baby you with everything. Asks Jin hyung what to do, unconsciously gets super quiet and sulky without realizing it, chin on your shoulder. Scandalized once you call him out snaps instantly out of it, jumping up and exploding into a silly dance to make you feel better, not stopping until you crack a smile. *100 watt smile on* He would calm down at the sound of your laughter, keeping up a light overly dramatic attitude acting like a kid until you’re clutching your sides from laughing. Gets super clingy and touchy, starts off any conversation with ‘Y/N is sick, BTW’. Won’t stop no matter how embarrassed you get. Pats your back as you hide your face in his shirt.‘Laughter is the best medicine after all’.
Next to Suga, this mochi will be the most aware of it and definitely the most attentive. He won’t be softer than usual because he’s Park Jimin and it doesn’t get softer than that. He’d know how to take good care of you, being the caretaker of Bangtan, it comes naturally to him. I also feel like he’d be the one of the most mature about it, Calmly tucking you to bed and putting the kettle on. He’d keep an overall serene and healing air, that would calm you down like palms on a burn. Already big on PDA this sneaky fluff ball would abuse the situation to the extreme, caging you in his arms and clinging to your waist. He’d let you pat him and spoon him more willingly though, knowing that it makes you feel better. Shamelessly nuzzling up to your chest and neck, leaving sloppy kisses as you giggle ‘Sweetheart, you smell just so good!’
Tae would be a lost puppy i’m afraid. He is very sensitive though, so i feel like he might mistake your sudden calm for distance. Consequently getting hurt. He’d try to get a read on you discreetly, reaching for stuff around you or stretching to test whether you flinch or pull away. He would keep dancing around it, pulling on your shirtsleeve,
gaze unable to meet yours
until he can’t stand it and has to know. ‘What’s wrong?’ he’d ask roughly, voice dropping. once you throw your arms around him though, he would instantly know, despite your muffled "nothing". Melting into your touch, he’d wrap your thighs around, as he heads for the bathroom. ‘Let’s find a thermometer yeah?’ Get ready to be showered with affection once everything settles down tho.
Jungkook would unconsciously pick up on it, offering his physical support more than often but it might take him a bit to realize. Being one to value personal space. He’d chalk up your quietness to something mundane, and try not to get in your way instead. It wouldn’t really hit him, until later in the day when you wont’t finish your food and stay silent through dinner discussions, thinking back to how out of it you seemed the entire day, his worry takes root. He would stew in silent turmoil, stamping out his uneasiness as best he could. He’d think carefully about what to do, opting out of teasing you. He’d gently rub your thigh, knowingly. You’d hold out as long you could before giving in and slumping down against him, with a heavy sigh. He ducks down catching your eyes before you think to look away. Understanding glints in his , and your sigh turns into a groan. You could never keep anything from those doe eyes. He leans in pressing his lips to ur forehead and a twin pair of callused palms descend on your neck and upper arms eliciting a myriad of emotions, not stopping until you’re halfway sat on his lap. He run his fingers at the nape of ur neck “Is your throat acting up again? Im pretty sure we still have some medicine left from last time”. Mmmm is all you can muster in an effort not to moan under his heavenly menstruation.
You’re body’s so loosed up that you barely register the effortless lift, his arms and he’s suddenly skipping from room to room, asking the hyungs and collecting things. ‘Remember what was it called? Something that sounds like a Pokemon?’ Finally at he end of the impromptu treasure hunt, he’d sit you in his lap, back to his chest, as you two sort out the mess his haul. Where did a fully functional hot water bag come from? And why does it feel so good against the back of your neck. After a bit of experimentation. And Jk’s protective instinct you would end up more burrito than human, sort of cocoon filled with all manners comforting gadgets with kookie holding it together. Cuddles Cuddles Cuddlesssssss
lmao sorry i couldnt wit the laundry mountain on the last one
Idk if this counts as sugar daddy but like… have some sexual tension.
Kolivan looks around the large living room, taking in the pristine furniture, the several paintings on the walls, and the overall richness of the room. There could be worse places to be like his old apartment that never had running water, and it’s windows didn’t close all the way, and the bathroom door that had to bepried open sometimes, and- the point stands. There are worse places he could be.
“Tea?” A voice asks from behind him, and it’s only through years of training that Kolivan doesn’t jump. Lance gives him a 100 watt smile as he places a silver tray on the glass table in front of them before sitting beside Kolivan.
“That’d be nice,” Kolivan says. He’s unsure of what game their playing here, what Lance wants from him. People always want something, after all.
Lance pours the tea, offering Kolivan the dainty cup. Kolivan takes a sip, humming at the flavor. He can’t place it, but he appreciates it all the same.
“It’s a gift from Japan,” Lance says before taking his own sip. He lets out an obscene moan, and Kolivan finds himself looking away on instinct. “So good.”
“It is quite nice,” Kolivan mumbles, and he hates himself for getting bothered by the noise Lance had made. He was only enjoying the tea, nothing more.
Lance chuckles, “Such a way with words.” There’s a sarcastic edge to Lance’s words, that makes Kolivan rise to the unsaid challenge.
“The tea is nothing compared to the company I share it with,” and he’s not quite sure why he says it, but he knows that he does not regret it. How could he regret it when Lance’s face takes on such a brilliant flush?
“I see,” Lance’s voice cracks, and Kolivan takes a sick pleasure in being able to get such a reaction from the other. Kolivan may be out of his depth, surrounded by wealth unimaginable, but he can still reduce such a prominent man to squeaks and blushes.
“Do my words bother you, Lance?” Kolivan asks, voice gone deeper as if a seductress about to catch their prey. This had not been the game he had thought himself of every playing, but as Lance’s flush grows he finds himself not caring one bit.
Lance turns away, clearing his throat and, no doubt, gaining some semblance of composure. He turns, a smirk on his lips, “If anything, they leave me quite intrigued. Are you sure you want to play this game? I can be quite,” Lance thinks for a moment, as he places his cup on the table. He leans forward, right into Kolivan’s space, and purrs, “Elusive.”
Kolivan can’t help but believe this to be true, even after what had only just occurred. Lance was no longer off guard; he was playing to win now.
“Then,” Kolivan puts his own cup down on the table, hand coming up to cradle Lance’s head. He leans forward, so that they share the same air, “let us see if I can catch you.” He can feel the stutter of Lance’s breath, sees the way Lance’s eyes begin to dilate.
Lance had wanted something, yes, but Kolivan is quite sure he wants it to. If he must chase Lance then so be it.
A/N- hey, so its been a while since i updated this series. But this is the last of eight years. I’m not really all that happy with it… So I may take it down and change it, if i have a better idea for. But for now this is it. Thank you to everyone who followed the series.
This scenario contains sexual and mature themes. You have been warned!
It’s been two weeks. Two weeks since you told Jungkook you needed time to think. It’s like you didn’t love him, because you did. In actual fact you have never stopped loving him. The eight year gap was merely.. a pause, your feelings could never die for Jungkook. Which worried you, hugely. What if he stopped loving you? What id he didn’t actual love you? So many possibilities of what could happen.
This was a little sudden though. You and Jungkook had only started to see each other in a romantic way… Marriage so soon, was it wise? Your mom would love it, she loved Jungkook and wanted Grandchildren as soon as possible.
In those two weeks you had avoided Jungkook as much as possible. He understood, but it didn’t stop him from missing you. Your body sleeping soundly beside him, your giggle, smile, he missed everything about you. He yearned for you. In his eyes, you were his one, his only. He didn’t need to search the seas for his ‘fish’, because you were it. You were his somebody. You were his one. But Jungkook was question, was he yours?
You missed Jungkook too. His morning cuddles, the love he had for you consumed you whole. There was no denying his love for you. You could tell by the way he looked at you at work. How he would leave you coffee on your desk with little sticky notes, telling you he loved you and missed you. He was a sweetie. But marriage.. now?
It was Friday and you are walking into work. You can’t wait til you can leave today, you’re going to go home and watch k-dramas and eat ice-cream all weekend. You walked over to the lift and pushed the button, it opened and you got on. Just before it closed Jungkook slipped in, shit. He looked amazing as always, you just wanted him to hold you. But you being a little shit just awkwardly smiled at him. Why could you just tell him that you love…? Because you were afraid of getting hurt again.
“I miss you, a lot.” Jungkook simply states. You look up at him, his eyes are full of sadness. “I don’t regret proposing to you, because I love you and I only see myself with you. So take all the time you need, ignore me all you want. But I’m still yours and your still mine.” You smile, cause he just called you his. Just as you are about to respond the lift opens and in walk Jung Hoseok. Of fucking course. He smiles brightly at you and joins the both of you in the lift.
“Hey beautiful, How are you?” You giggle at Hoseok and his 100 watt smile.
“I’m good, Hobi. How are you?” You reply.
“I’m great now that I’ve seen you.” You blush, he was such a charmer. “Since it’s Friday, do you want to go get a drink after work?” Hoseok asks you, smiling a beautiful smile. You look over to Jungkook to see his knuckles turning white from holding the steel railing in the lift.
“I’m sorry, Hobi. But I already have plans.” You inform him.
“Oh, well, maybe next time.” The lift opens and Hoseok walks out. Just as you are about to follow him, Jungkook grabs your hand. He reaches behind you and closes the doors to the lift and hits the emergency stop button.
“Jungkook, what are you doing?” Jungkook pushes you up against the wall, you gasp. His stare was intense to say the least.
“Who are you meeting after work?” His hands are on either side of your head, trapping you. His breathe is tickling your skin. All you wanted to do was join your lips with his.
“I’m not meeting anyone.” You confess, you can’t tare your eyes away from his. He gives you a confused look.
“Then why did you tell Hoseok you were?” He questions.
“I knew you wouldn’t want me meeting up with Hoseok, so I told him a white lie.” Jungkook smirks.
“That’s my girl.” Before you know what’s happening, Jungkook is leaning down and joining his lips with yours. The kiss quickly becomes heated. His hands travelling down your body, your hands one on his neck the other in his hair, pulling him closer. Jungkook starts to kiss down your jaw and neck, your breasts, he kisses down your clothed stomach. He reaches the top of your skirt, his hands push up your skirt so its around your hips, exposing panties.
“Jungkook! We can’t do this here!” You half shout. He just smirks up and you and starts to leave hickys on your thighs. Sucking, nipping and kissing purple marks onto your legs. You really missed this, felling close with him. Jungkook pushes your panties to the side, raising one of your legs over his shoulder. He starts to lick your pussy slit.
“Jungkook.” His skillful tongue has you moaning and whimpering his name. It was all to much, but then he adds his fingers into the mix. He pumps two fingers in and out of you at a fast pace, still kitten licking your clit. The more you moan out, the Jungkook smirks, you can feel it against you.
“Cum for me baby girl.” He starts to suck on your clit, the sight making you weak at the knees. You orgasm all over Jungkooks fingers. Your panting trying to catch your breathe when Jungkook comes back up. He softly kisses your lips, you can taste yourself off him. His forehead rest against yours.
“Come back to me. I don’t care if you don’t want to marry me, okay? I just need you. I can’t sleep known your not going to be in my arms when I wake up…. Just .. Please, come back to me.” Your eyes tear up at Jungkook’s plea. You cup his face and connect your lips with his, putting all your love and emotion into the kiss.
“I’m not going anywhere… I just. Don’t you think its soon for marriage.” You confess your feelings.
“Y/N, too soon? That’s why you said no? What do you mean too soon. I’ve loved you since the day I meet you and you loved me. We lost eight years, cause of my stupid idiot brain. I don’t want to lose another second without you. And I want to be able to flaunt my sexy ass wife around. Image, we would be such couple goals.” You can’t help but chuckle at Jungkook.
“How about you be my boyfriend and i’ll be your girlfriend, and maybe if you’re lucky we can get married in due time. There’s no rush, we have all the time in the world.” You fix your skirt and panties into there rightful place and glance back up at him.
“Okay, but can we stay at your place more. I like your body washes.” You roll your eyes and kiss your boyfriend.
One year later…
You smooth out your tailor made dress, having your last glance in the mirror before leaving the room. You are meet by your father and your friends.
“You look stunning, darling.” Your father kisses your forehead. You link arms with him, decending down the long aisle. You look up to see the handsome man you loved standing at the top. He turns to look at you walking closer and closer. Your eyes lock and its like no one else. Its just you and him. You finally reach him, your kiss your father and take your place beside your fiance.
“Hey baby. you look amazing.” You smile brightly at him. The priest babbles on about love and what not, but your just gazing into your soon to be husbands eyes. His hands are holding yours and his smile is bright.
“Do you take Y/F/N Y/L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
“Do you take Jeon Jungkook to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
Alright, here we go. I haven’t even looked at the PAGES yet and I’m already emotional about my girl V and her shoulder cat.
All the colored art for Sailor V has such a distinct feel from Sailor Moon. Those bold primary colors really pop against all that BRIGHT yellow. Even earlier art for Sailor Moon is much softer, with pastel shades used even for equivalent colors. Just look at this early cover art for comparison.
Naoko was specifically told to make Usagi’s hair yellow so that it would stand out on covers, yet she chose this milder marigold shade for Usagi. Usagi is the dreamy Moon Princess, even at this early stage, with her delicate accessories and perpetual shoujo filter keeping the navy of her uniform from being too dark.
Not Minako, though. Minako’s visuals are like a punch to the face. She demands to be looked at, with her lemon-yellow hair and 100-watt smile. And Artemis is right there with her, with his green eyes that match absolutely nothing. He’s her partner in crime (-fighting) and they are such a perfect match for each other.
Notes: Deep within the Steve Harrington tag I discovered @dicckgrayson ‘s list of HC for a chubby!reader and I was in love. This was born and I think I have one more idea for Stevie. Be on the lookout for more Steve Harrington in the future! Enjoy my loves!
Word Count: 1296
Warnings: Insecurities. The sex. Cute Steve okay??
Disclaimer: I do not own the gif, or Steve Harrington, so if you own either let me know and I’ll give you full credit!
Group: Nct Member: WinWin/Sicheng Genre:smut, marriage, first-time, mutal masturbation, kissing, Requested: Yes Words:2.4K A/n: I really edited this so I hope you noticed. I’m human so I do make mistake I do make mistakes. This osn’t super smutty it’s more of a awkward first time lovers. I normally write super smutty but it was nice showing more emotional side to it.
Closing your eyes you recalled the last 4 hours. It was stressful time planning a whole wedding. It was all worth it for one of the best days of your life.
You’ll always remember taking those steps walking down the aisle looking at Sicheng beaming smile.
Realizing that you may be the luckiest person alive at be marrying Dong Sicheng. He was a perfect human in your opinion. A great boyfriend that you were lucky enough to snag. He was affectionate, kind and also understood you.
i’ve never really created any jimon content but here goes
simon’s been asked dozens of times if he’s okay with the fact that his ex-girlfriend and ex-girlfriend-slash-current-best-friend are getting married. and he is!!
he’s assured clary and izzy that he’s not jealous, but simon doesn’t exactly think they believe him.
ergo, thus, therefore! the only course of action is to show up to their wedding with a hot date !
this is a lot easier on paper. calling his other ex-girlfriends would probably be a good place to start, but he can’t. maia is out of the country with lily, and maureen already has a date to the wedding: rebecca, simon’s sister. #awkward
he knows that you can’t turn people gay, but it’s still a bit of a blow to his self esteem that all his exes are dating women now
anyway, his remaining list of hot, single people is pretty short
he’s not thrilled that jace is the only person left to ask, but not exactly disappointed, either
jace looks so happy when simon asks him to the wedding that he doesn’t finish his sentence, swallows the part where he was supposed to say it was to show clary and izzy he’s moved on.
simon feels a little bad about stringing jace along, at first, until jace shows up at his door on the day of the wedding with a sloppily tied bowtie and a 100-watt smile, and simon realizes that he wants this, too
it’s a beautiful wedding. luke and jocelyn give really nice toasts and no one mentions the fact that maryse and robert didn’t make the trip from idris
after clary and izzy have been pronounced wife and wife, they all dance for hours. simon lets jace lead; it seems like what captain america would want.
(”does this make me peggy carter?” “who the fuck is that?”)
Pairing: Castiel x Dean Rating: Teen (for gratuitous cussing and use of the f-bomb) Word count: 3,306 Warnings/ Tags: Love confessions, First Kiss, Misunderstandings, Jealousy, Oblivious Dean, Sam Ships It, Pining, Canon Universe, Men of Letters Bunker, Gardens and Gardening, Dean wants into Cas’ plants A/N:
I wrote this fic in response to this funny post floating around tumblr. Although there’s not really any vegetables in this story, but there’s a garden. Kind of.
Summary: “What’s going on, Dean?”
“Jesus, nothing’s going on. I just –" Can’t be in the same room with both of them right now? Feels physically ill every time he thinks about that 100-watt smile Cas had flashed at Sam, a smile that even Dean has only seen a handful of times? Can’t decide whether to be happy for his brother or strangle him?
It’s a damn fine day, for all of about thirty minutes.
“You guys are planting tomatoes, right?” Dean calls, stretching out his legs on the rickety lawnchair he picked up at a garage sale in Mankato last week. It may be a death-trap waiting to happen, but for two crumpled $1 bills from his wallet, it was a steal. “I’ll make salsa from scratch.”
From where he’s kneeling in the dirt, Sam twists around to give him an unimpressed look. “You know the whole point of having a garden with fresh vegetables is to eat healthier, right? Not make salsa for greasy tortilla chips?”
Dean grins toothily at him. “Plant some bell peppers too. They’re great on pizza.”
Sam huffs. “If you’re so invested, you could actually help us, you know.”
Dean tips his sunglasses down onto his face and takes a pointed sip from his beer – the one he grabbed specifically so he could drink it while Sam and Cas spent the afternoon sweating and digging around in the dirt. Sam rolls his eyes and turns back to the garden.
“What is it, babe?” Michonne asked, still focused on her
“It’s my friend! From Day Care!” Andre said, leaning over in
the child seat of the shopping cart.
“Oh? Where?” Michonne asked, somehow not surprised that
Andre had spotted a friend at the grocery store.
At five years old, he was already a social butterfly. The
boy could make friends with anyone. His little dimples and wild curls certainly
“Go back! Go back! You passed them!” Andre’s frustration was
so adorable that Michonne decided to humor him.
She spun the cart around and retraced their path, curious
about this mystery friend. She glanced down the aisle they’d passed a moment
before and didn’t see anyone.
“Are you sure?” she asked Andre, almost ready to give up
what was starting to feel like a wild goose hunt.
“Yes! Keep going!” Andre urged.
She continued on to the next aisle and sure enough, there
was a little blonde girl about Andre’s age sitting in a half-full shopping
“Hi!” Andre shouted, waving enthusiastically.
The little girl spotted him and her face lit up.
“Hi!” she waved back.
The girl’s father, who had been busy picking out a box of
cereal, turned around. Despite wearing blue jeans and a white T-shirt, Michonne
recognized him immediately. It was Officer Blue Eyes.
He blinked once and she could see the moment that he
recognized her too.
“Hello again,” he said, a tad sheepishly.
Uncharacteristically, Michonne was temporarily unsure what
“I’m Rick Grimes,” he introduced himself, offering a hand.
“Michonne,” she replied, shaking his hand. It felt warm and
“I’m Andre!” her little one declared, not to be left out of
Rick chuckled and Michonne found herself smiling back at
Rick completed the introductions, “And this is Judith,” he
said, stroking the little girl’s head affectionately.
“Well?! Did you
get her number or what?” Tara cut straight to the point.
Rick regretted mentioning the encounter almost as soon as
the words were out of his mouth. He decided to blame the fact that they were on
traffic duty once again, a dull but necessary part of Tara’s training.
“We set up a play date for Judith and Andre,” Rick admitted,
adding, “Apparently they really hit it off in Day Care together.”
Tara was not to be distracted by extra information.
“You have a date…”
she said in a sing-song voice, big cheeky smile on her face.
Rick kept his expression neutral.
“Keep your eyes on the road,” he instructed, a little more
terse than he intended, but he really didn’t want to be having this particular
He hadn’t been on a date since the divorce. Hell, he hadn’t
even thought about dating, not seriously anyway. Was he thinking about it now?
He’d gotten used to being a single parent and gotten pretty good at it, too.
All he knew was that, off and on until Friday afternoon he
kept thinking about a dark skinned woman with deep brown eyes that sparkled
with mystery and a 100 Watt smile that made him feel weak in the knees.
He’d known her for all of one conversation, and one traffic
stop, but there was something about her that he couldn’t quite put his finger
on. Something beyond pure physical attraction. He recognized something in her
that felt familiar.
Maybe he was crazy. Maybe he was lonelier than he thought
and now he was imagining some mystery connection with a complete stranger.
The days and hours and minutes ticked by until Friday came.
Rating: Teenish? There’s drinking and swearing, guys. It’s pretty mild.
Length: 1672 words
Summary: My submission for @thinkwritexpress-official‘s back to school challenge! My prompt: being dragged to a party by your roommate meets a bit of fake dating and our boys being right morons about feelings.
"Hippo", "Belly button", "String", "Banana", and "Lasso" hope that wasn't too hard :--)
Send me 5 words and i’ll try to work them all into one fic for you…
Hiiiiii luv! Well you were trying to make it difficult for me weren’t you!!!???
I’ve gone with a modern teen Jonsa one shot for this one. I really hope you like it!…..
It was hopeless, absolutely fucking hopeless. All Jon had wanted was a quiet afternoon lazing by the Stark’s backyard pool with Robb, talking about the football and who was most likely to make use of the bedrooms at Theon’s house party at the weekend. Then Sansa appeared - clad in nothing but a pale blue string bikini and a jazzy bright pink beach bag with lemons all over it slung over her arm. Jon was barely able to stifle the groan that begged to be released.
“No, you guys don’t get it! I gotta have a date or something to this family dinner this time—” Isak groans, crossing his arms across his chest as he looks around at the guys.
Isak has been stressing about this for a week and a half—a small, family dinner dealing with his mom and dad and a few other relatives—but there was one request.
“Isak, love. Please just bring someone? Dating or not, bring someone nice!” His Mamma said over the phone, and what made Isak accept the invitation was how well his mother had been doing on her meds and therapist. He was excited to see her—and really, really see her.
“Mamma, please—” Isak pleaded, sitting cross-legged on his bed.
“I’m not bringing a girl. You know I’m more into boys.”
“That is totally fine with me and Pappa, Isak. Just bring someone, like a close friend, to introduce to the rest of the family okay?”
Isak knows exactly why they’re so insistent on him bringing someone, because really there is a million reasons—but they just want to know how he’s “doing”. If he’s being “supported” in more ways than one—but really, Isak doesn’t see why it’s important, but he’d do anything to make his parents happy.
Isak sighs, biting his lower lip before answering. “Fine! Fine, I’ll bring someone. I’ll… bring my boyfriend.”
“Oh, Isak, honey! It’s so nice that you’ve gotten a boyfriend! We’d all love to meet him, surely. Bring him along! It’ll be nice!”
“Okay, Mamma. Okay. I’ll bring him.”
And so here Isak was, boyfriend-less with a family dinner tomorrow night, standing in the middle of the school yard.
“Why not bring Even?” Jonas piped up, raising an eyebrow.
‘Could you do a imagine (or full on fic if you feel like it idm depends if you have the time 😊) about when Emily realizes she is in love with you xxx ‘
Title : I just called to say I..
Pairing : Emily Prentiss x reader
POV : Emily’s
Premise : Before Emily goes to take down Doyle, she calls you to confess her feelings and she reflects on how she fell for you.
Word Count : 852
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It feels like I’m in a battlefield. Maybe it’s the rain outside, pouring down hard like bullets against the metal of the car. Maybe it’s the thick fog reminiscent of smoke. Or maybe it’s the war inside my mind, this battle between what is right in terms of the world and in terms of my heart. I’m sitting here, parked at the corner of your street. You aren’t home, I know that. You are at work, drinking coffee and running your hands through your hair, bent over the case file and trying to figure out who the hell is behind all these killings. Blissfully unaware that all the dead people are people I cared about, and that they’re all dead because of me.
Hinata hides his feelings behind his bouncy exterior. (Unless they have to do with volleyball and the whole team is feeling it). If he’s been having a bad day or just feels off, he’ll still plaster on his 100-watt smile and act like he’s happy. It used to be only Natsu could see when he was just faking, but as he got closer to the team, Suga could notice too, even though he wasn’t sure how to deal with it. He’d try, but nothing Suga did made Hinata feel any better. So, Suga taught Kageyama how to see when Hinata wasn’t feeling himself and, not to anyone’s surprise, the setter was able to cheer the tiny middle blocker up.