Ladybug sat at the top of the Eiffel Tower, her head in her hands, wondering how she could have possibly screwed things up SO badly.
She heard the light footfall of her partner landing behind her. She couldn’t say she was surprised, he had never been one to leave her to stew in her own misery.
“So…” he drawled, coming and sitting beside her, “that was an interesting broadcast today.”
“It was a disaster,” she moaned, still not looking up at him, “I should just throw myself off this tower and put myself out of my misery.”
“Oh come on, it’s not as bad as all that,” Chat said, patting her awkwardly on the back.
She turned and glared at him. “It was a live stream, Chat! LIVE! It’s out there. Right now!”
“True,” he conceded, nodding his head, “but it’s not like you said anything horrible. It was kinda cute actually.”
“You don’t understand,” she moaned, slumping over so until she was curled up in his lap, “I’ve ruined everything! What sort of an idiot starts babbling about their crush on a live broadcast.”
“Well, apparently you,” Chat said with a light laugh, cautiously reaching forward to play with the ends of her hair, “and about half of the rest of the known world. It could be a lot worse buginette.”
“Do you think there is a chance he didn’t see it?” she asked hopefully, looking up at her partner’s thoughtful expression.
He gave her a pitying smile. “I think you’re pretty much out of luck their bugaboo. You already have a ship name and everything. It’s trending on twitter.”
“Ugh, that’s terrible,” she groaned, curling up tighter and burying her face against his leg.
“I don’t know,” Chat teased, “I thought Ladrien had kind of a nice ring to it.”
“This can’t be happening,” she moaned.
“Hey, come on. What’s this really about? Is it really going to be so awful for the guy to know you like him? He might be flattered.”
“It’s not that,” Ladybug said softly, “I mean, it’s MORE than that. I haven’t even told him I liked him- as myself, my not Ladybug self I mean. And now… let’s say he does feel flattered? That just means I have made myself my own competition! And it’s not like I can just go up to him and be like: Hey, by the way I’m Ladybug and, as you already know, I’m totally in love with you! Want to date me now?”
“Oh god,” Chat said with a sudden sense of horror, “there are going to be so many desperate fangirls trying to do that.”
“I didn’t even think about that! If he didn’t before he’s definitely going to hate me now. I might be the only person in the world who can simultaneously confess to her crush and make it harder for him to notice me!”
“You really are one of a kind there bugaboo,” Chat said giving her another reassuring pat on the shoulder.
“And what if this puts him in danger? I mean I might as well have stamped a butterfly tattoo across his back saying property of Ladybug, please exchange for one miraculous!”
“Please don’t do that. I am told that models need to be very particular about what they put on their skin.”
“It’s not funny. What if I honestly made him a target?”
“Hey,” Chat said “I promise you, if anything happens I will be the first person on the scene.”
“Thanks,” she said gratefully, reaching up and catching his hand in her own.
“So, you’re in love with the model boy,” Chat said softly, rubbing his thumb absently against the back of her hand, “gotta say I didn’t see that one coming.” “Yeah well, it’s not like it really matters anymore,” she sighed, “it’s not like it would ever happen.”
He scoffed at her, rolling his eyes theatrically to show his clear contempt for her pessimism. “So tell me My Lady,” he asked shifting slightly so that he could look down at her with a playful smile, “what is it that you see in this guy anyways?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“You don’t want me, so clearly you aren’t after the guy for his looks,” Chat said wiggling his eyebrows flirtatiously.
“No,” Ladybug laughed, “although they don’t hurt.”
“Why My Lady, was that you finally admitting that you find me attractive?”
“You’ve always been attractive and you know it,” she said reaching up and flicking his bell. “As you can see I’ve just had my attentions elsewhere.”
“Oh so this is a long standing attachment then? How long have you been dreaming of being M’Lady Agreste?” he teased poking her lightly on the nose.
“Almost from the first day I met him. It will be two years next week,” she said softly.
“The start of school,” Chat murmured, “you know him then?”
“yeah,” she admitted reaching blindly around to catch his other hand and pull him to her like a security blanket. “We were in the same class in college and we still have a few classes together now. Plus our friends are dating so we hang out a lot.”
“You two are close then,” Chat said a little breathlessly, “that… well that certainly clears things up.” “Yeah,” Ladybug said, “it’s not just some creepy celebrity crush. I mean, it kind of was that too. I have like 2 dozen photos of him plastered on my wall that I used to practice talking to because for the longest time I could barely string a sentence together around him, it was kind of embarrassing. I got over it eventually, but by that point I didn’t really have the heart to take the pictures down.”
Chat gave her a warm smile. “I can see it now, you stuttering and tripping and shooting the poor confused boy adorable awkward smiles before running off in the opposite direction.”
“Shut up,” Ladybug said but she couldn’t help grinning at her partners soft tone and fond smile. “I got better.”
“I know.” He raised one of her hands to his lips and gave her a delicate kiss. “So you still haven’t told me what you see in this guy,” he challenged, “If I am getting demoted to your rebound choice I deserve to know what I am up against,” he said slyly.
“He’s kind,” Ladybug smiled, filling with warmth as she thought about her love. “He always wants to see the best in people,and he… he is just good, you know? The kind of goodness that doesn’t come from ignorance or being sheltered, but that has seen pain and and heartache and loss and yet still chooses to be good.
“That is high praise indeed My Lady.”
“You aren’t going to make fun of me for this?”
“No My Lady. If anything I am going to love you more for it.”
She gave him another grateful smile before sitting up. The sun had begun to set and she knew she should be getting home. She probably had a dozen of so missed calls from Alya waiting for her.
“Well who knows,” she said attempting to be flippant. “Maybe he’ll finally just reject me and I will change my mind about you Kitty.”
“Wouldn’t that be a twist,” Chat laughed climbing to his feet and offering her his hand to help her up as well.
“It would probably be for the best,” she sighed. “It’s not like we can be together. Not with Hawkmoth still on the loose. There is too much at stake. And I don’t know if I could bear having to hide my identity in a relationship.”
Chat grinned again. “You are very wise My Lady.”
“Mostly I am just telling myself that so I can feel better,” she admitted and was rewarded with a loud melodious laugh.
“You know,” he said, eyes twinkling “you are probably right. Clandestine meetings, midnight makeout sessions, it’s probably better to hold out for the real thing.”
“Besides, I hate to break it to you My Lady but I have a sinking feeling that #Ladrien is not to be.”
“And why is that Kitty?”
Chat said looking out at the sunset, “not to be the bearer of bad news but I have it on very good authority that your lover is very much spoken for.”
“oh?” Ladybug said trying not to let her disappointment show.
“Yes, completely and hopelessly in love. Someone at his school in fact.”
“And who is this mystery girl?” she asked.
“It’s right on the tip of my tongue,” Chat said his eyes glittering with something she couldn’t quite name, “it will come to me. I’ll have to tell you next time I see you.”
“Well thanks for the heads up,” she said leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek, “and thanks for cheering me up.”
“Always My Lady. I should probably get heading home myself.” he pulled out his staff and and extended it.
“Oh,” he said, shooting her a final grin as prepared to depart, “I do remember one thing.” “And what’s that?”
“The mystery girl, I knew there was something about her that I found particularly delectable.”
Request:“Jimin is the reader’s husband and he asks a divorce. Reader asks for a month to spend with him and promises to let him go after that” - from anon
Word count: 6.3k
you begged. You were on your knees, clinging to him pathetically. It felt like
he was stealing the future from you. There was no hope left it your body. You
needed to stop him. He was pulling your whole world out from under your feet.
make this harder than it needs to be,” he said.
is she?” you asked, your voice distraught.
doesn’t matter.” His voice caught a little this time, as though he was
finally getting upset.
please, please, I love you so much,”
you pleaded. You held him tighter, like that would somehow hold your marriage
together. But you could tell that his mind was made up. You were
let go of me,” he said. You looked up at him. His eyes were closed. He couldn’t
look at you.
your wife,” you said, your voice laced with desperation. “Don’t I get a say?
Why do you get to decide that it’s over?”
What Skam Does Right: an essay by me because i’ve lost all chill
so there’s an infinate number of
“““teen””” shows and films that deal with “““teen””” problems that are aimed at The Youths to try and tell us how to deal with our own lives. and there’s some obvious issues that we all know and love like when it’s written by 40-somethings who think the way they experienced highschool in 1979 is how it works now and generally have no clue about modern teen culture, slang, fashion, life, everything, etc.
that said, there’s still a lot of media that manages to avoid being like that. but i still think skam takes it to another level, like yeah, by how it’s marketed and the use of social media and everything the fandom has already discussed at length, but also the way the narrative structures ignorance as a concept.
often a narrative focused on Teaching Life Lessons has a clear character representing the Bad Ideas and a clear character representing the Good Ideas. makes sense, we want these troubled teens to know right from wrong, and they’re not smart enough to understand anything thats not a totally black-and-white plot filled with
two-dimensional sterotypes right?? right. so say in a typical coming out narrative we have the Highschool Bully or the Shitty Parent or Religious Zealot or someone similar, and they spurt ALL the bad ideas, all the homophobia and ignorance, and the audience knows they’re wrong because they’re framed to be Evil and their beliefs Evil and everything they do is Evil. then we have the character, often a protagonist, who is Gay and Struggling and has Never Done Anything Wrong Ever. in the end, good overcomes evil and yay teenagers learn that queers are like people or something. then switch ‘gay’ for literally any other minority, make a different Teen Movie about sexism or racism or ableism, rinse, repeat.
like there isn’t anything really wrong with this formula it’s just wildly overdone and insanely simplistic, more of a fable than a representation of how life actually works. real life is messy and grey. there is no definitive light and dark side of the force kinda bullshit….. which finally brings me to skam.
in skam, everyone has a purposfully acknowledged percentage of sheer ignorance, things they understand and things they reeeeally don’t. think about magnus being a bit of a dunce about isak’s sexuality, but then turning around to school him on bipolar (this post explains it very well). this is how real life works. nobody is the ideologically flawless character, teaching the
backwards character that they are Wrong About Everything. everyone is pulling everyone up, everyone is making an idiot of themselves, everyone is learning.
i feel the dichotomous narrative often Specifically
Tells the audience which are the good ideas and which are the bad based on what character says them - the issue is this lesson can’t expand outward to anything that the narrative doesn’t directly deal with. a story saying “homophobia is bad” limits itself, it doesn’t leave the door open for people to consider maybe racism or transphobia is also bad unless those issues are directly acknowledged.
with skam, over and over again, communication is highlighted as the best way to solve any issue. it gives a range of examples, yeah, but in the end it teaches HOW to deal with new issues, not simply a list of behaviours not to emulate. it’s never “don’t be That Guy”, it’s “everyone can be That Guy sometimes, it’s gonna happen, you’re gonna be ignorant about something, but here is how you overcome and deal with it…” and i just really fucking love and respect that.
Louis's team liked Steve's tweets. A retraction from The Sun is what would really matter tho.
Ooooohhhh! They liked his tweets! Well I take back everything I’ve said about them being incompetent, ignorant, hateful idiots that are working their asses off in service of the destruction of their client.
There truly is a special place in hell for those assholes.
I think one of my very favorite things is getting all this pre- A New Hope backstory we’re getting via films and novelizations is that everyone around the Rebellion was just in AWE of Leia Organa as both royalty and the badass leading the rebellion and they speak of her in hushed, reverent tones and watch with wide eyes whenever she passes by and she is just like this Important Thing of Awesomeness™
that bestows glowing hope and guidance to all who cross her path. And rightly so.
But then here comes this absolute Dumpster Fire of a Human Being™
Han Solo and he just is like “who the fuck is this tiny chick that’s yelling at me? Wait do I like it? Ok I like it time to turn on the old Solo charm” and Leia is just “what the actual fuck are you an actual idiot?” and he’s like “mostly. wanna kiss?” and she just shuts it down left and right in that Leia Organa Way™
that would have most people trembling in their Rebellion-issued boots. But this dumbass decides to tattoo “if at first you don’t succeed, argue with her until the sexual tension is giving the entire Rebellion blue balls” onto his dumb, pretty forehead. So he keeps sassing her and making eyes at her and fighting with her but also fighting for her and this all puts her the hell off balance because honestly WHO IS THIS ASSHOLE?
Yet said asshole keeps hanging around and proves to be pretty smart and resourceful and loyal and kind when he doesn’t think anyone is looking and no, it’s not like Leia is looking ok her eye level just happens to be at the level of his lips alright???
And everyone around them is probably just all “what the shit is happening here doesn’t this guy realize who she is?” to which he would probably respond with “Her? What about me? Don’t you know who /I/ am? I am Captain of the Ship That Made The Fucking Kessel Run in 12 Parsecs!!!!!!!!!!!!” And everyone is just confused AF as he grumbles off to go needle Leia some more while trying to get her to put her mouth on his. And of course Leia eventually does put her mouth on his - enthusiastically so - because Dumpster Fire he may be, Han Solo is also probably one of the first people to ever just treat her like a normal person and not just be about her title or her role in everything. The idiot fell in love with her for simply being Leia.
Hi there awesome ppl, could you please give us stories where Peter -or Derek - would do >anything< for Stiles? To have him, or even just to make him happy? Thank you for all your hard work on this blog!
Since the request was a bit vague, I went with loving/doting/romantic Peter and Derek. Hope it fits the bill. -Emmy
(8,354 I Mature I Complete) *omega!Stiles, minor Stiles/Jackson, lawyer!Peter
Stiles doesn’t know what to do.
He’s on the verge
of losing everything in the divorce, on the verge of breaking down. He
hates himself, hates what he is, what he’s not. He has no husband, no alpha, no mate. He’s about to lose his mind, and he has no hope.
mother used to tell him; when you’ve hit rock bottom, the only way out
is up. But what’s the point in trying to climb out of Hell, when the
Devil’s waiting for you with an army of lawyers?
And with his heat just around the corner, Stiles doesn’t think he has anything left to give. He needs a miracle.
just didn’t figure his miracle would wear Alexander Amosu and fight his
battles with a smirk that could kick-start the apocalypse.
(16,109 I Mature I Complete) *human au, boarding school
The past three years have been a series of shocking, or not so
shocking, successes for 2018 Tony award winner and two time Grammy
nominee, Stiles Stilinski. You don’t typically find classically trained
opera singers singing alternative folk rock to crowds at Coachella. Nor
do you find indie singer/songwriters winning best actor awards at the
Tony’s for their Broadway debuts. Stilinski has made it his lifetime
habit to defy and exceed all expectations.
A Steter fic loosely based on Phantom of the Opera
(31,583 I Explicit I Complete) *minor daddy kink, praise kink
After the whole shebang in Mexico with Berserkers, Kate being crazy, and
Peter playing triple-spy confusing the living shit out of everyone they
finally get a calm moment, Stiles and Scott go to college, Peter
disappears with Derek, who then, of course, comes back again, without
his creepy uncle. It’s not until Stiles sees the older wolf at the
library he works at that he realizes that he actually missed the
zombie-wolf. And doesn’t Peter seem Very interested?
And that was how Stiles Stilinski ended up at a gala on
his Friday night, instead of grading his student’s homework with
Chinese food and watching International Movies on Netflix. Which,
obviously was more preferable than this. Until it wasn’t.
Or the one where Derek is a complete sap and Stiles is okay with it.
Derek Hale didn’t expect for his mother to give him the alpha power.
Especially not before he graduated high school. He also didn’t expect to
meet another teenage alpha, Scott McCall. Or his human best friend,
Stiles. He didn’t expect himself to be fixated on Stiles long and
slender fingers. Or his exceptional skills in the kitchen. Derek didn’t
expect a lot of things. Then again, sometimes that unexpected turned out
to be a good thing.
It all started with a strange scent in the grocery store, and now Derek
can’t imagine his life without the hyperactive little shit that is
Stiles Stilinski. He didn’t know why he always felt the need to be close
to the boy but his mom’s knowing looks certainly weren’t helping.
With all of these spoiler pictures could you write a drabble about Jughead running out of the dance with Archie, Betty and Veronica following him please? Ps loved your first piece and hope you can write some more soon!
It was time.
Betty and Jughead had collectively decided that they would tell their friends about their newfound relationship after the school dance. They knew coming out in front of the whole of Riverdale High would go disastrously wrong so they had concluded that Pop’s would be the ideal location. There would be no Cheryl Blossom, no gossiping jocks; just the people that mattered. They would all go for their customary post-dance milkshakes and then Jughead would reach for Betty’s hand and they’d tell everybody together.
However, like most situations in life, things did not go to plan.
The dance was in full swing and Jughead watched from afar as Archie approached Betty. As always, he was dressed to the nines in a tux and dress shoe ensemble that Jughead knew cost more than his annual salary at the Drive-In. And, to match Archie’s perfect façade, was Jughead’s girlfriend, Betty Cooper. Her petite frame was adorned in a silver silk that looked just as soft as her skin. Her blonde hair was swept to one side and she looked down at her shoes as Archie spoke into her ear. Despite not being able to hear much over the load music, Jughead could hear strings of Betty’s usual chatter and the melodic sound of her laughter.
Quickly yet surely, jealousy sprouted through Jughead’s veins. He knew, for a fact, that a guy like Archie was better for Betty than he was. Archie was the all-rounder – the guy that everybody adored. He was funny and friendly and talented and smart; in the long run, Archie could give Betty the world. Jughead knew that Betty liked him and he knew they had a good thing going but, for how long? Betty was a social butterfly, the world was her oyster, whereas Jughead was comfortable skating through life unnoticed. He wasn’t right for her, at least not on paper. Jughead watched as Archie escorted Betty onto the dance floor, the two rocking their bodies left and right to the sound of Josie and the Pussycats’ new disco number. Their smiles and their goofy moves was enough to make Jughead feel belittled.
Before he could even register what he was doing, Jughead was making his way to the exit, a mixture of sadness, anger and jealousy pasted across his facial features. As he rushed out of the high school and gymnasium and into the fresh air, Jughead felt a weight lift off his shoulders. He took a seat on the steps leading to the school building, his head falling to his knees as realisation hit him – he wasn’t good for a girl like Betty Cooper. Jughead’s heart began to race at an impossibly fast level; his hands growing clammy at the thought of never kissing her or holding her again. As the thoughts dawned on him, he heard footsteps following him from behind. The clatter of heels and leather dress shoes had him turning around with a look that embodied his current emotions – a scowl.
“Juggie,” An out of breath Betty huffed. Jughead couldn’t help but admire how beautiful she looked with her pink-tinged skin and her big doe eyes. “What’s the matter?” Betty stepped closer to him, a light doubt settling within her. She had
seen him watching her from the corner of her eye and she couldn’t help but jump to the conclusion that Jughead had run out after seeing her and Archie together.
“Nothing, head back inside, you guys enjoy your night.” Jughead shook her off and smiled at Archie, Veronica and Kevin who were stood, confused, in the hallway. He didn’t want to have this conversation, not no. He wanted Betty to enjoy her dance and he wanted to make this experience memorable, for her sake. He didn’t want to be the reason for causing any conflict or drama, not tonight.
“No, I want to talk about-“
“Bets, don’t let me ruin your night, honestly.” As Veronica, Kevin and Archie watched, they noticed an underlying tone to the conversation that they didn’t understand. Jughead looked a little too upset and Betty seemed a little too worried about it.
“Juggie, I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong.” Betty folded her arms against her chest firmly, standing her ground. Jughead waited in silence, testing to see if she’d fold under his intensive stare.
Jughead wrapped his fingers around her arm, pulling her closer to him so their conversation couldn’t be overheard by their friends. The two couldn’t help but feel the sparks that ignited within them at the mere proximity of each other.
“Betty, I see the way you two are together, you’re perfect-“ Betty opened her mouth to interject but Jughead cut her off instantly. Her mouth closed quickly like that of a fish out of water. “Archie’s good for you; unlike me, he can make you happy, give you everything-“
“What?” Betty, unlike Jughead, wasn’t interested in keeping her voice down. Her voice had startled the others and they descended further out into the dark of the night to see what was causing Betty and Jughead to bicker. “Me and Archie? Where is all of this coming from, Jug?” Jughead piped in but, like he had done earlier, Betty cut him off speedily. “No, Jughead! You don’t get to do this … run when things-“
“When things what, Betty?” Now the two were both screaming and the pieces of the mystery jigsaw began to come together in Veronica’s head. She silently watched as the couple bickered, mentally slapping herself for not noticing their relationship earlier. “I was never good enough for you! And I never will be. I’m a Serpent’s son who has nothing going for him. I can’t be the guy that you introduce to your mom or the guy you can hold hands with down the street … that’s not who I am and I can’t change that-“
“I never asked you to be that guy, Jughead!” Betty threw her hands up in the air in disbelief. How had her and Jughead gone from sneakily kissing in the janitor’s closet to this? Where had this self-doubt and Archie outrage come from? She adored him and she adored him in a way that she had never experienced for Archie. Betty had always been in love with the idea of being in love with Archie but her feelings had never been truly real. She hadn’t experienced true love until she’d kissed Jughead. “I love you for being you, for God’s sake. I love you because you’re the guy who sneaks into my room to hold me when I’m upset, I love you for stealing my food, for helping me see my sister, for helping me feel cherished, for protecting me.”
“You love me?” Jughead elongated every syllable within the three letters; his mind circling in disbelief. Betty Cooper, his girlfriend, loved him. And, from what she’d said, she loved him for everything that he doubted about himself.
“Of course I do, you idiot.”
Jughead wasn’t even sure if he could form a coherent sentence in response but what he did know was that he wanted to kiss her. He wanted to kiss her bad. With two long strides up the narrow stone steps, Jughead was clutching Betty’s face, his lips encasing hers. He could hear two male gasps but, it didn’t bother him; they were meant to find out tonight anyway. Betty simply smiled against his lips, her hands tangling themselves into his brunette hair, knocking his beanie off in the process.
Pairing: Dean x sister!Reader, Cas x Reader Word count: 809 Warnings: Slight angst, swearing Request: Anonymous. Hi! For the requests would you be able to do a Dean x Reader where he’s helping the reader through a break up? :)
Sitting on the motel bed, you pulled your knees up to your chest, sniffing. Your boyfriend of just over a year had broken up with you. It was just you, your father, and your oldest brother. Your other brother was off at college. He’d been the one that was the more emotional of the Winchesters, the one that you could be all sappy with, and the less ‘suck it up’ type. Sam wouldn’t pick up for any of you, which hurt, but you understood. After the blowout him and your dad had, you didn’t think you’d be hearing from him any time soon.
Dean paused as he walked in, his bag in hand. “Uh, sis?” He asked, concerned. You looked over at him and it killed him. Your eyes were red from crying, there were tears rolling down your cheeks, and he could tell that you’d been rubbing your nose with the end of the sleeve of your hoodie. “What’s wrong? What happened? Is it Billy? He okay?” He asked, not giving you a chance to answer between questions.
As Dean dropped his bag on the chair, he let the door shut behind him, John going to his own room. “Billy broke up with me.” You sniffed, a fresh round of tears starting up, causing you to bury your face in your knees, your arms wrapped around them.
“Oh shit.” He breathed, sitting next to you and pulling you close. Dean kissed the top of your head and sighed. “What happened? I thought he really liked you.” Billy’s family also consisted of hunters, so it was nice that you had each other. You didn’t have to lie about your family, why you moved, or anything like that.
Sighing, you put your head back against the headboard, your eyes closed. “He said that he wants out.” You said softly. “Of the life. Away from hunting, and that meant cutting all ties with the life.” You felt Dean stiffen slightly. Billy was two years older, and had just graduated recently at 19. He’d had to repeat a grade due to moving, but was a smart guy. “Said that he wanted to be happy, to travel, to fall in love with someone ‘normal’, and a bunch of other shit.” Sniffing, you sighed. “I don’t fault him for wanting that, it just hurts. Especially how he worded everything.”
Dean took a moment to think before saying something and making everything worse. “Billy went about that all wrong. And he’s an idiot.” He told you gently. “He’s got it in his head that he’ll get all that. He won’t. Not even close. You were the best thing that kid had, and he couldn’t even see it. Now, come on. Get dressed.” He pulled his arm from around you and patted your leg.
“Why?” You asked, wiping your cheek.
He grinned at you. “Because some asshole made my baby sister cry. So, I’m gonna take her out. Any movie you wanna see, get something to eat- whatever.” Dean told you. “Get a move on, kiddo. I’m not taking no for an answer.”
screamed as Bofur stood next to you, trying to suppress his laugh at the state
you were in. This was now the third time
this week that you had been the target of a prank by Kili. The first one was that he had filled your
room with birds. Don’t know how he did
it, but he did. You opened your door and
out flew a ton of birds. It took two
days to get all the bird poop cleaned up, even with Ori’s help.
The second one was while you were having lunch
with Dwalin, Balin, and Thorin. You took
a bite of your sandwich that had been brought up from the kitchen with everyone
else’s food. You chewed a couple times,
wondering what was causing that crunching…
You ended up sick after that prank.
I mean, who wouldn’t lose their lunch when they realized there was bugs
in their sandwiches. Luckily for you,
Thorin and Dwalin were like the big brothers you never had. Kili was put through the ringer in training
But this time, it was the final straw. Bofur helped you clean up as much as you
could, from the green goo that had been hanging over your door in a bucket and
landed all over you. You were on the
verge of tears while the kind dwarf helped you.
14 and Fitzsimmons for the Kiss thing please? Your blog is pretty cool btw :)
okay so this massively got away from me, so yeah. mini novel under the cut. Rated T, I guess?
He was halfway through his emails when the double doors to his office slammed open and the crazy brunette who visited him earlier stormed in. Jemma, a tiny voice in his mind whispered and he felt a strange feeling overwhelm him briefly, disappearing quickly as it came.
“Ms Simmons, how can I help you? If you’re looking for the exit, I’m afraid you just walked through it.” Fitz said dryly, making no move to stand up. Instead he stared blankly at her, waiting for her next move.
Jemma stared at him for a moment with an odd expression on her face, like it pained her to see him. Again, he felt a flash of an emotion overcome him for the briefest of seconds, and a tiny voice whispered in his head, I’m hurting her. I don’t want to hurt her.
Shaking off the peculiar feeling, Fitz laced his fingers together and rested his hands against the polished wood of his desk. “Any minute now, I’m waiting.”
So thecutestprince contacted me recently and asked if they could write a story based offthis text. Of course, I gave them the green light and boy am I glad I did. The first chapter is up and availablehereif you’re interested in reading.
I hate that I want you by Avengers__x Summary: Isak hates Even. He hates him so much that he even wrote a list. A list of everything to hate about the idiot. From his stupid smile to his windswept hair. From his random flirting with everyone to the fact he knows his name. To that feeling Isak gets when Even is around. That nervous feeling. The butterflies. The urge to just wrap his arms around Even’s neck and kiss his face. That was when Isak realised- he doesn’t hate Even at all.
Hjerterum by littlemovie (Lejla) Summary: Isak and Even are roommates and it’s not going well.
i hate your face, it makes my heart skip a beat by Bellakitse Summary: Isak is failing History and his friends have the great idea that their new friend Even should tutor him. It’s perfect except Isak doesn’t like Even or the way his stupid face makes his stomach flip.