But Hamlet is freaking Hamlet […]Over the play’s three-and-a-half hours, Isaac becomes more poet than player. His interpretation of Hamlet, as a decent guy who just can’t get past his grief, and is often thwarted by his own anger over that grief is sensitive and astute. He talks through each soliloquy as if these thoughts are genuinely, just then, blooming into being, not enshrined in literary tradition for centuries. Isaac’s organic nuance opens up the language, makes it almost contemporary. Isaac seems to just speak Shakespeare naturally, like it’s a native tongue. The graveyard scene — in which Hamlet regards poor Yorick and contemplates the fleetingness of all existence — is moving in a way I perhaps cynically didn’t think Shakespeare could be anymore. [x]
As the situation was awkwardly quiet you watched your father’s confusion turn to anger while your mother tried to figure out what was going on.
“I guess you will be receiving your last paycheck.” Your father stormed off.
“Dad, wait….it’s not what you think.” You ran after your father.
Taehyung looked down apologetic as he bowed to your mother. “Thank you for your kindness, I’m sorry I betrayed your trust, I must be leaving.”
Your mother just embraced him into a hug. “Don’t worry dear, everything will work out.”
Your mother followed you and your father to the kitchen as Taehyung left with the suspension killing him.
“Dad please listen to me.”
“No….In my house, with your sister a room away?”
Your father expected the worse and he was honestly correct but he was over reacting, you were considered an adult now. Tae was also a responsible, mature adult, he should be grateful. It was wrong to sleep with Tae while your sister was in hearing distance but you were careful.
The only way to tense the situation was to lie, so thats what you did.
“Nothing happened, we fell asleep that’s it.”
“What were you doing exactly?”
“After we sent Dara to bed, we just went to my room and talked, we eventually fell asleep I swear.” You begged.
“You know Taehyung, you know he would never disrespect me….no reason to fire him.” Your fathers eyes soften but still had anger behind them.
“Minho.” Your mother interrupted.
“Let us talk alone.” Your mother said sweetly.
You left and found Dara sitting in the living room.
“Dara.” Your sister looked at you. “When you saw me and Tae in bed, what did you see? You saw us wearing pajamas right?”
Your sister looked up confused. “No.” She was unsure. “You didn’t have clothes on….don’t worry Sungmin said it’s a grown-up thing.”
You panicked. “Dara you like Tae right?”
“Of course.” She cheered.
“If mom and dad ask you….we had pajamas on okay?”
“I don’t get it.”
“Please Dar, just say yes okay….if you want to see Tae again you need to, unless we are in big trouble.”
“Okay.” Your sister finally agreed.
“Don’t speak unless they ask you okay.” She nodded.
You still felt nervous, you feel like your couldn’t trust your sister to successfully lie for you.
Your mother and father came out looking for you. “Okay here’s the thing.” Your father started.
You stood at attention for your father. “You are in full babysitting duty unless you have plans….we don’t see it’s necessary to have him here when you can watch your siblings.”
“It’s not necessary.” Your father raised his voice. “Why waste the money.”
“So he can’t come over to hang out, not being paid?”
“Unless we are home.”
“That’s so unfair.”
“My house, my rules.”
“I’m an adult now, you can’t be treating me like a child….I’m at school alone around guys what makes this different?”
“How can we trust you sweetie, your sister can’t be exposed to that behavior, she’s too young.”
“Nothing happened.” You lied.
Your father just rubbed his head stressed. You felt the tears fall from your eyes. Instead of speaking another word you just stormed up stairs.
You buried yourself in your pillows sobbing. How can they act this way? You were an adult now, for all they know you could be hooking up with guys in your dorm.
“Sweetie.” You heard a knock on your door. You looked up seeing your mother.
She came over sitting on your bed. “Why is he acting like that?” You asked your mother.
“Because sweetie, you’re his little girl, it’s going to take him some time to accept that you are an adult.”
You sat their sobbing on your mothers shoulder as she rubbed your back. “I like him.” You confessed. “And he likes me.”
Your mother dried your tears as she looked into your eyes. “Tae asked me out, are you gonna tell me no because I already know what dad’s answer is.”
“No sweetie, I like Taehyung, he’s a good kid. Don’t worry about your father okay.” She smiled and started to get up.
“And don’t let your father see these.” Your mother brushed your hair off your neck.
“Your father and I were young once.”
“What?” You said more to yourself because your mother left you alone with confusion. You got up and looked in the mirror.
There was purplish red fainted hickeys all over your neck. He will be the death of you, most likely if your dad does see these.
“(Y/N), you have a visitor.” Your stomach flipped of the sudden visitor, you hoped it was Tae but the way your dad scared him off, probably not. You walked down the stairs and saw your friends Sana and Liz.
“Hey girl.” Your face immediately dropped. You felt almost disappointed.
“Hey.” You said quietly.
Your friends led you to your porch, obviously wanting to talk to you in private. “Where have you been all week?” Liz asked.
“I’ve been babysitting.”
“Really, doesn’t your parents have a babysitter?”
“Yeah.” You shrugged your shoulders not wanting to talk.
“Well anyways.” Sana said to escape the awkward tension. “There is this hangout that my boyfriend found and I think it would be cool if we triple date it.” Your friends smiled.
“Triple date?” You ask.
“Yeah me and Liz have our boyfriends, who you still need to meet, and Changkyung can bring his hot cousin for you.”
“Your trying to hook me up?”
“Yes girl, you need to get some action, have you even had sex yet?” That hurt. You just laughed sarcastically.
You got up from your sitting position and started for the door.
“(Y/N) what’s wrong? Sorry if we offended you.”
“I have had sex thank you…actually the other night if you should know, with an amazing guy that my father is forbidding me from seeing.” They looked at you stunned that you started rambling.
“And also something you guys should know is the first time that I actually did have sex was that asshole Youngjin making me drunk.” You continued.
You had everything bottled up for a long time. “What, you don’t remember? A lame party you guys dragged me into going and abandoning me like usual when you promised me you wouldn’t so instead I basically got raped because I woke up in an unknown location with no clothes next to the guy I thought was decent but turns out was a disgusting pervert. So sorry I’ve been a party pooper.”
Your friends got up and walked closer to you. “We are so sorry, we didn’t know about Youngjin.”
“You guys seemed like a perfect couple.” Liz softened.
“So did I, turns out he was in more then one relationship. He was only in it for the sex.” Liz wrapped her arms around you. “We’re so sorry.”
“Yeah.” Sana hugged you to. “We just wanted to help you because you told us how bad you are talking with guys.”
“Yeah we didn’t know you had one.” Liz nudged you.
“Yeah what’s his name? What’s the details?”
“His name is Taehyung. And funny story about that.” You blushed.
“He’s my brother and sisters babysitter.”
“Shut up.” Sana said.
“So you just met him?” Liz asked.
“Damn girl you weren’t lying.” Liz pulled your hair off your shoulder. “He marked you.” Her eyes widened. You just blushed.
“So why is your father being an ass?” Sana asked.
“Because after my siblings go to bed we…you know…..and my sister caught us in bed the next morning and spilled it too my parents.”
They both looked at you surprised. “You dirty girl….I thought I was bad” Sana smirked.
“Guys it’s not funny…I basically got him fired.” You looked down. “Now my father doesn’t want him here with me alone….like I’m some child.”
You still felt bad about the whole situation, you didn’t even get to say goodbye to him yesterday or called to see if he’s okay.
“Can you guys actually drive me somewhere?” They nodded.
Sana had an idea to get me some alone time with Taehyung.
Your parents were talking in the study about business, like usual.
“Hey Mr and Mrs. (Y/L/N) I was wondering if I can borrow your daughter for a few days?”
Your parents just arched their eyebrows.
“My parents are having this family vay-cay at the lodge and I really don’t want to be alone with my family.”
You looked to your parents to see if they would approve.
“Your parents will be there?” Your mother asked because she knows of Sana’s behavior.
“I guess you may go, for how long?”
“3 or 4 days about.” She shrugged her shoulders.
“Okay.” Your mother nodded.
“Who will watch the kids if we need her.” Your father barged in.
“Stop being cold towards Tae, they said nothing happened.” Your mother hit your father in the back of the head.
“I think you guys should take a mini vacation too, you work so hard. Take a few days off, do some fun things with Dara and Sungmin.” You suggested.
Your parents were a pretty high end of the business they work for so you doubt they wouldn’t get off.
Please say yes. If they need Tae for babysitting, this defeats the whole purpose of the plan.
“I dont kn-”
“Minho, come on, it’s been a while since we spent some quality time with the kids.” Your mother hugged your dad from behind.
“But it won’t be all of our kids.” Your father looked at you.
“I’m fine.” You smiled.
“Okay.” He finally agreed.
You packed your bags for a few days and headed out the door. You called Tae to get his address and he didn’t question why but you guess he assumed.
“Can I go meet your bae?” Sana pushed.
“No he’s probably still upset with my whole parents thing.” You got out of the car and noticed he lived in an apartment complex. Alone?
You knocked on the door waiting for him to answer. As soon as he did a guy shorter then Tae answered. He had short black hair and his face seemed like he just woke up.
“Can I help you?”
“I got it Yoongi.” You saw Tae appear in the door way. “Sorry.” He looked back at the guy who was walking away groaning.
“Sorry that’s my roommate Yoongi.” He has a roommate?
“Hi.” You nervously greeted.
He just smiled and immediately pulled you into a desperate kiss. You already felt the butterflies in your stomach. It’s been two days since you last felt those lips and you missed them.
As you daydreamed into a relaxing sensation you heard a clearing of someones throat.
You both pulled away from the kiss seeing where the noise came from.
“Sorry to ruin the moment, but we’re off….and the story you told your parents doesn’t have to be a lie, we can really stay at the lodge if you want….four bedrooms, it’s off the beach, hot tub. You can have all the alone time you need, no worry about roommates.” She wiggled her eyebrows.
“Okay, we’ll see.” You wrapped your arms around Tae’s waist.
“Nice to meet you by the way.” She greeted.
“Hot.” You friend gave you a thumbs up. You just laughed from embarrassment.
“What lie is she talking about?”
“I told my parents I was spending a few days with them….so I’m all yours.” You bit your lip.
Taehyung smirked. “I thought I told you not to do that.”
You sat on the sofa with Taehyung watching a movie, cuddled under a blanket. You still had butterflies from just being near him. It felt right, like you knew you wanted to be with him.
“I’m sorry that Dara almost got you fired.”
He looked at you sweetly. “It’s fine, that little twerp owe’ s me though so make sure you tell her that.”
You laughed. “I actually blame you though.”
You looked at him confused. “What? What did I do.”
“You make me crazy that’s what.” He was being over dramatic.
You raised your eyebrows. “How?” You leaned forward.
He closed the small space between you. That was a good enough answer in your case. You loved the way he kissed you, switch from aggressive to passionate in the matter of seconds.
“Do you see what I mean?” He stopped for a breather. You saw the lust in his eyes. You slightly pushed him back straddling his lap. You pushed your lips to his, while sliding your hand down his chest. You could already feel him getting hard underneath you.
“You got excited fast.” You smirked.
He shh you and leaned forward towards your lips again. You started to rock your hips along with his.
“Eww.” Before your make out session could get any deeper, you heard a voice interrupt.
It was Taehyung’s roommate Yoongi coming out of his cave.
“Don’t you have a room you can do that in.” He groaned.
Taehyung just looked at you apologetically.
“But before you answer, please don’t be too loud, I want to keep my food down.”
You and Tae just blushed.
“Let’s go.” Taehyung got up lending a hand for you.
“Where are we going?”
“I believe I owe you a date.” He smiled. You gladly accepted and made your way towards the door.
“See ya later Suga.” Yoongi nodded.
The whole ride was peaceful, Taehyung was so goofy. When you’re with him, its when you smile the most. He kept putting on rap songs you didn’t know but he knew every word to, he would make you laugh by the way he was so turned up by it.
As soon as you reached your destination you noticed the view of the ocean off the boardwalk. It was beautiful.
The little things he did made you love everything about him. The way he would sneak up behind you and poke your sides, when he put his arm around your waist while you walked up to the gate. He was very affectionate towards you to the public eye. He would sneak in little pecks on your cheek or nose, sometimes your neck. All during this walk from his car to the boardwalk.
Youngjin was your first and only boyfriend before Tae and the difference was unbelievable. He was never affectionate towards you, he never would hold your hand or kiss you in public. Probably from the fact that he didn’t really like you, he was in more then one relationship, you were just his toy.
This was a whole new experience for you, not just the pleasurable nights with Taehyung but actually being out of your house with him. You were getting a real taste of how it’s suppose to be when you’re in a relationship. And you loved every second of it.
The first hour of your date was fun, just walking along the boardwalk, where the carnival portion was. You would stop and get cotton candy, play different games you clearly sucked at. Tae felt bad because he wasn’t so good either, so he couldn’t win you a toy.
“I have a better present.” You snapped your attention towards him and he immediately pulled you into a deep kiss. He even leaned you back, holding you in place, like a romantic kiss from a movie. As soon as he brought you back up he pulled away and went in to lick your face. The action had him running in the other direction laughing.
“Tae….that was gross.” You laughed, wiping your face.
He wouldn’t stop speed walking away from you so you had to run after him. When you got close enough you jumped on his back.
“Aish, you’re heavy.”
“No you’re just weak.” You teased.
“Look a photo booth.” You pointed in the right direction.
You slid down Taehyung’s back and pulled him to the box. You pulled the curtain when you saw that it was empty.
“First date memories.” You pulled him in.
After Tae paid you decided on a normal picture first, as you only get four pictures. You both smiled sweetly for the picture waiting for the countdown. As soon as it hit one Tae quickly grabbed the sides above your knee, triggering your tickle spot. You screamed in laughter.
“You ass.” You yelled as soon as you saw the picture come out. It looked ridiculous. He couldn’t hold in his laughter. The next picture went off as you squeezed his cheeks, causing him to make a funny face.
As soon as you let go, he leaned into you kissing you once again passionately. This time you were lost in the kiss. Forgetting about your surrounding, even the photo booth. You felt Tae grab on to your thigh, sliding up your skirt. You felt the rush take over as you placed your hand over his sensitive area. You started to rub the area, making him moan between your lips.
You felt him get back at you as soon as you felt him rub your core causing your lace panties to dampen. The sexual tension was hitting you both hard. You pulled down his zipper reaching into his jeans. He could feel his member throbbing against your hand.
“I want you.” You whispered against his lips. He pulled away looking at you lustfully. You both got up leaving the photo booth grabbing your pictures in the process. You both were speed walking until you seen a small alley within two buildings of the boardwalk. You could tell it was where the restaurant placed their garbage. You felt like this was too risky of a spot, that anyone could walk in on you, yet walk by, but at that moment you didn’t care.
He held you up against the wall as he kissed your neck down to your collar bone. You felt dizzy just by him kissing lower towards your breast. You reached your hand down into his pants stroking the areas around his throbbing length. He danced his fingers under your skirt pulling down your underwear until they were around your ankles. You stepped out of them as soon as he reached and picked them up. He grabbed them and put them in his pocket. A clear smirk evidence in his face.
He watched you as you grabbed his pants buckle and undoing them quickly. You pulled out his member pumping rapidly. You got down on your knees putting him in your mouth. You didn’t want to tease him too much from the sensation of being rushed.
You didn’t suck him for long before he pulled you up. You could tell he needed you right then and there. He lined his length towards your core pushing in before you were ready. You almost shrieked from the surprise.
“I don’t care if anyone hears us this time.” He thrusted into you deeply.
“Yeah because I totally want to get arrested for indecent exposure.” He laughed at your sarcasm.
You wrapped one leg around his waist to get a better angle.
You moaned quietly as he thrust into you deeply. You felt the pleasure throughout your core. Your breathing hiked up when you felt you were close to your climax. He kissed you to steady your moaning. You felt your body weaken as your orgasms was passing through. You noticed the smirk on his face as he had to hold you up.
“Almost there.” He whispered. You gently brushed his hair off his sweaty forehead. He closed his eyes as you felt him finally release inside of you. He slowly backed away pulling out of you. As soon as he pulled his pants back up he grabbed your hand kissing it tenderly.
“Is it crazy that I might be in love with you already.” He whispered.
You felt butterflies as soon as those words left his mouth. “You love me?” You didn’t know how to process those words.
“Yeah. I don’t know….I know it’s kind of soon but the way I feel around you-”
You leaned in to kiss him immensely. “I think I love you to.” His face lit up.
“But to be fair, I’ve never been in love before.” You confessed. “But if it’s the feeling of the constant butterflies when I’m around you or the fear of ever losing you or even the way I can’t breath when I’m not with you then yeah, I’m in love with you.”
He picked you up as you wrapped your arms around him.
You heard the door to the side of the building unlocking ruining the moment. “Shit, we better go.” Tae grabbed your hand pulling you towards the boardwalk.
As you made your way towards his car you realized something. “Are you going to give me back my underwear?”
“I don’t know yet.” He laughed.
“So….what are we going to do for the next few days?”
“I have a few ideas.” You bit your lip.
“Slight warning, you might be meeting my friends…..they tend to linger around my place.” He laughed.
“That’s a big step in our relationship.” You teased.
“Don’t worry, they will love you.” He kissed your cheek.
I’m the anon who requested the rainy day kisses and you totally delivered the goods. :D Thank you!! I hope it’s okay that I send in another request because I really enjoy your scenarios. ^^ For the chocobros: post-game happy AU where everyone has a family and the bro has a heart-to-heart with their teenaged kid (for this request: a daughter for Gladio & Iggy, son for Prompto & Noct) who asked the bro about the moment they knew their s/o was ‘the one’. Thanks!
Noctis walked into the training arena, watching his son warping from one end of the room to the other. He stood by the doorway, watching as Ferox panted, dropping his dagger to the ground with his hands on his knees.
“Giving up already?” Noctis called, and Ferox rose to his full height. At thirteen, he was almost as tall as his dad, stretching his back and allowing it to crack loudly before loosening up his shoulders.
“Mom said I should take combat training more seriously.”
Noctis snorted. “Sounds like something she would say.”
Ferox tried warping a few more times under his father’s supervision, but eventually gave up, collapsing in a heap on the ground with his arms and legs splayed out like a drunken starfish.
“This is too hard,” Ferox groaned, pinching his eyes shut. “I don’t get why she’s being so strict with me about this warping thing.”
Noctis came to sit down beside his son, nudging him until he sat upright. “Your mother has been through a lot in her past. She’s lost a lot of people, had to make sacrifices to save others. Warping is something that only those tied to the King’s magic can do. She knows that mastering it will keep you safe in the long run, so trust her on that.”
Ferox leaned his elbow on his knee, propping his chin up with his fist. “Is that how you met?” he asked.
Noctis shoved him lightly with his shoulder. “Maybe.” He sighed, remembering the day. “We’d met on the road one day. Magitek troopers had invaded the outpost we were visiting, and me and the guys decided to try and fight them off. But we were tired, careless. It had been a really long day. But then your mother came swooped in and basically took them all down single-handedly.”
Ferox’s mouth gaped. “Woah.”
Noctis nodded. “Yep. I knew then and there, as the dust settled, that I was in love with her.” He patted his son’s knee. “Enough resting. Wanna try again?”
“I guess I should,” Ferox conceded, rising to his feet. “Do you think Mom’ll spar with me if I ask her?”
“Hey,” Noctis teased, grabbing a pair of wooden swords from a bin. “You too good to spar with your old man?”
“You just said Mom was a better fighter,” Ferox countered, and yelped as Noctis took a playful whack at his shin.
Solis was lounging on the couch, flipping through old photo albums. He had found one that was labelled with pictures from a little over twenty years ago. He blew his unruly blond hair, a feature he’d gotten from his father, out of his eyes as he opened the pages and scanned over the images.
The photos in the album were varied. Some were of scenery, some were taken during combat (Why, Dad. That’s definitely not a smart thing to do), and there were quite a few selfies that made Solis chuckle.
“Whatcha laughin’ at?” His father’s voice made him jump as Prompto sauntered into the room and plopped down next to his son.
“Just looking at old photos,” Solis shrugged, flipping to another page. “Oh, hey, look…it’s Mom.”
Solis saw his dad’s face soften as he looked at the photo of the two of you. It was one that Prompto hadn’t taken himself—it was a candid shot Noctis had snapped of you at the Vesperpool by the water. It was right around the time you’d met, and you were standing too close together to be just friends. Prompto thought back to that moment, and chuckled to himself.
“Whatcha laughin’ at?” Solis mimicked, causing Prompto to burst into a fit of giggles. Even at sixteen, Solis was the spitting image of his father. Same hair colour, same lanky build. But he had your eyes and your smile, which were Prompto’s favourite features.
“Just thinking about the moment I knew I wanted to marry your mom.”
Solis scrunched up his nose. “Dad, I don’t know if I want to hear that story.”
“Guess who’s gonna hear it anyway?” Prompto tousled Solis’ hair, much to his chagrin.
“Dad! I’m not five anymore!” he whined, but settled into the couch to listen to his father’s story. “Go on.”
“Your mom suggested one morning that we go take photos of the catoblepas,” Prompto pointed to a different photo, one that illustrated the creature. “She insisted on getting up close and personal with them. She figured it’d be better for the picture. So I’m set up with my tripod and my camera about five or six feet away, and she’s holding these mushrooms to get them to come closer.”
Prompto mimed the set up with his hands, and Solis nodded along the way.
“I was ready to take the shot, and she was posing, looking all cute. But then the catoblepas got so close. I yelled to warn her, but when she turned, she reached out her hand and pet the damn thing. And it actually nuzzled into her palm. Can you believe it?” Prompto sighed, a dreamy look in his eyes. “A legendary creature, yielding to your mother. What a lady.”
Solis turned the page of the album and found the photo of you cozying up to the catoblepas. “One thing’s for sure,” he decided. “You’re both nuts.” He paused. “But I’m glad you found each other.”
Gladio knocked on Acacia’s door. Having a teenage daughter was not easy, and having a teenage daughter in full mood swings was enough to want to make Gladio pull his hair out. It reminded him of Iris when she was younger.
A muffled voice rang out. “Come in.”
Gladio opened the door to his raven-haired daughter lying face down on her bed, not even attempting to greet her father as he took a seat by her desk.
“Wanna tell me what’s going on?”
Acacia peeked an eye at him. “Nothing.”
Gladio folded his arms over his chest. “Didn’t sound like nothing according to Mom.”
Acacia sat up, apparently triggered by whatever Gladio had said, irritation clear as day on her features. “She’s just so over protective!” she huffed, hands balling into fists. “I just wanted to go away for the weekend, and she won’t let me because she said she doesn’t know who else is going.”
Gladio raised an eyebrow. “Seems like a decent enough reason to say no to me.”
Acacia groaned. “Not you too.”
He smirked at her, shaking his head. “Do you know the moment I realized your mom was the one?”
She blinked slowly. “I don’t see how this is relevant to what’s happening right now.”
Gladio continued. “When I was on the road with the guys, I met her. She was definitely too good for me. Way too smart, way too pretty. And for some reason, she gave me the time of day. After what happened in Lestallum and we lost Jared, she offered to stay and take care of Iris and Talcott until we got back.”
Acacia looked at her father expectantly.
“I knew then, when she decided to put her whole life on hold to make sure that my family stayed safe, the last remaining family I had, that she was it. She cared so much about these people that she barely knew, took them in like they were her own and kept them safe while the world fell apart around them. And now she’s trying to do that for you. She lost a lot of people in the ten years of darkness, sweetheart. Try and understand that she’s being protective of you because she doesn’t want to lose you, too.”
Acacia let out a sigh, slumping her shoulders. “I guess I owe Mom and apology.”
“Guess you do.”
She nodded and rose to her feet, slowly making her way to the door.
“If you want to go camping,” Gladio offered. “I’d be more than happy to take you.”
“Thanks Dad, but no,” Acacia replied, stepping into the hallway. “I’ve got better things to do.”
Gladio rolled his eyes. Yeah, he thought to himself. Just like Iris.
It wasn’t often that Ignis and his daughter got to spend a great deal of time together because of his duties at the palace and her school schedule, but he relished the moments they did get to share. They often cooked together, concocting new recipes side by side.
“How come Mom doesn’t cook?” Aurora asked, popping a cherry tomato into her mouth. “Is it because she can’t?”
“She’s not extraordinarily proficient, but she gets by,” Ignis stated, and Aurora marvelled at how skilled her father was with a knife even though he was blind. “Actually, it was our first evening in together when she decided to cook for me that I realized how much I loved her.”
“Aw! Dad!” Aurora gushed. “Tell me! I love these stories.”
Ignis chuckled and kept at the chopping.
“She’d planned this whole dinner for the two of us. She knew that I enjoyed the culinary arts, and wanted to give it a go herself. I told her that it wasn’t necessary to go through all the effort, but she informed me that I’d cooked for her on multiple occasions, so it was only fair.”
Ignis smiled to himself at the memory.
“She ended up burning everything.”
Aurora couldn’t help but laugh. “Dad! Why are you smiling? That’s terrible!”
Ignis could still smell the ruined dinner, the smoke coming from the oven and the shrill sound of the fire alarm beeping in the kitchen. He remembered the sound of your laugh, the sound of you swatting a broom at the alarm to get it to shut off, as it was just out of reach.
“She took such care to ensure that everything was perfect, but in the end, the meal being ruined hadn’t phased her spirit,” Ignis continued. “She ended up pulling out two servings of Cup Noodles, and we ate them together by candlelight.”
Aurora leaned her head against her father’s shoulder. “Dad, that’s so cute.”
“It was a special moment,” Ignis agreed. “I knew then that her resilience was something to be admired. I knew her before I was blind, as just a friend, and after I sustained my injury, she refused to leave my side. She’s always been more than I deserve, and she even gifted me with you.” Ignis reached out and wrapped an arm around Aurora’s shoulders, giving her a light squeeze.
“Love you, Dad,” she smiled, giving him a peck on the cheek.
Ignis went to go stir a pot on the stove. “There is one thing you have in common with that night, come to think of it,” a mischievous lilt to his tone.
Aurora glanced over at Ignis. “Hm? What’s that?”
“Technically speaking, you were an accident as well.”
For a blind man, he was quite skilled at dodging flying spatulas.
“Tony.” Pepper ran a comforting hand over his shoulder. “Tony, are you alright?”
“Just leave me alone.” Tony was alternating between scribbling nonsense into a notebook and staring out the window at nothing. “Nothings wrong, just leave me alone.”
“Did something happen with Steve?” She asked softly. “I know you’re not answering his texts anymore.” Tony flinched away from her and she sighed. “Oh Tony. I’m sorry. What happened?”
“He has a boyfriend.” Tony said bitterly. “A boyfriend. We were all ‘oh I missed hearing from you all day!’ And ‘sure wish we lived closer!’ And I asked him to meet up and–” the pencil in his hand snapped in half. “And he’s got a boyfriend.”
“Tony…” Pepper floundered for a second, trying to find the right words. “Maybe you misunderstood him? Surely he wouldnt be talking to you all this time and then–”
“I asked him to meet up for Valentine’s Day, and he said that Bucky couldn’t wait to meet me and that they had both wanted to see me for weeks.” Tony shrugged. “I didn’t sign up to hang out with a couple. I didnt want to be a third wheel. I know it sounds stupid but I thought Steve and I– I thought we were–” then he shook his head. “It’s stupid. Just texting. It’s not like we even talked on the phone or anything. I have no reason to be upset. Stupid.”
“But you’re sad, so it isn’t stupid.” Pepper ran gentle fingers through his hair. “You’re more upset about this than you were about Shawna.”
“Yeah, I guess I hoped men didn’t play games like women do.” Tony snorted.
“Hey.” Pepper tugged at his hair. “Every gender has their stupid moments, Tony. You just seem to attract them more than others.”
“Thanks for that.” Tony frowned at her, but leaned his head against her stomach anyway. “Will you stay and have dinner with me?”
“Of course.” She hugged him a little tighter. “Tony, of course.” **********************
“He still isn’t talking to you?” Bucky put his bag down and crossed the living room, wrapping his arms around Steve’s shoulders.
“Nope.” Steve was staring dejectedly at his phone, slouched in the recliner. “I mean he texted me a few days ago, you know, telling me to lose his number but–”
“I’m sorry babe.” Bucky pressed a kiss to his temple. “We should have told him earlier. About us, I mean. You can’t blame him for being upset. Learning someone you like is in a relationship is tough on anyone. And when you first started talking, he had just been dumped, that’s why he had been having such a bad day remember? Hearing about you and I was probably just….” Bucky’s voice trailed off. “I mean, he would have been upset anyway, but more so considering how his last relationship ended.”
“I guess I assumed he would realize that you and I were together. Two guys eating dinner together, working out together… Sure I never came right out and said, but I didn’t think I had to. And it definitely didn’t occur to me that he would be upset that he’d stop talking to me.”
“You miss him.” Bucky said softly, and took the phone from Steve’s hand, moving so he could kneel between Steve’s legs. “Don’t you?”
“It’s so stupid.” Steve tugged his fingers through his hair in frustration. “It’s just texting, right? He has every right to be upset at me and I don’t really have a reason to miss him. Stupid.”
“It’s not.” Bucky ran his hands up and down Steve’s thighs comfortingly. “It’s not. I mean, I’m practically in love with the guy and I’ve only been reading over your shoulder. And if I miss hearing from him, I know it’s worse for you.”
Steve didn’t say anything, just leaned down until their foreheads touched and breathed a heavy sigh.
“Do you want me to try and call him?” Bucky offered then. “It’s been over a week, maybe he’s cooled down and would be willing to listen.”
“I don’t think—”
“Stevie.” Bucky brushed their lips together. “Honey, I want to talk to him too. I want to meet him too, remember? Just let me try.”
Without waiting for a reply, Bucky copied Tony’s number from Steve’s phone and hit ‘call’.
Reader reminisce on the past as she deals with the present.
Warning: Angst, I guess? Nothing really.
Characters Mentioned: Alex Standall, Jessica Davis, Hannah Baker, Sheri Holland, Clay Jensen, Montgomery de la Cruz and Bryce Walker
A/N: This ended up longer than it should be. Set in both the past and present. There are notes and lines, I hope it’s not confusing. Sorry for the mistakes and the lame summary.
You look down at the flask in your hand, a pinkish coloration appears with every drop but rapidly dissipates the moment you swirl it. Slowly, your mind wanders thinking of all the different scenarios that could transpire in your upcoming date with Jeff. It was going to be your first with him, he had asked you out when you went to meet him and Clay at the library for your usual study sessions. And as fate would have, it just so happens that Clay suddenly had an errand to do leaving you and Jeff alone. You were soon brought back to your task when your lab partner shook your arm.
Description: Fleeting lust was all you’d ever known, nothing serious or long lasting, just a temporary fix to satisfy your needs. That is until you meet Min Yoongi who is determined to put an end to your binge of makeshift relationships.
↠ Makeshift: to be temporary; sufficient for the time being
“What do you mean you don’t wanna see me anymore!?”
He was staring at you from across the table, a shocked look
covering his face, like you’d just told him the world was going to end.
“It means I don’t want to see you anymore…” You say it as if
it’s the most obvious thing ever, which leaves him baffled.
“How could you do this so suddenly like—”
You would let him finish, but honestly you knew where he was
heading with this, and you just wanted to cut his dramatics short.
“Listen Minjae, we went out on one date, and hooked up right after, and if I’m being honest I
never expected to see you again after that, but then out of nowhere you corner
me while I was just trying to enjoy a simple cup of coffee before class,
talking about how I haven’t answered your texts. This was just something to
satisfy both of our needs, but I guess you wanted something more, and I’m sorry
I didn’t know that.”
You stood up from your seat, watching his face morph into a
look of pity. You grabbed your coffee, and stopped next to his chair, where you
placed a hand on his shoulder.
“I promise one day you’ll find someone who appreciates your
sweet loving making techniques a lot
more than I did.”
You give him a gentle squeeze before walking away, as you
left him to soak in the backhanded compliment you’d just given him. His soft
and sweet approach to having sex just didn’t do it for you, and even if it had,
it was still always just going to be temporary; because that’s what all your
relationships ever were.
A simple lust-filled fix, that’s all you ever wanted. There
didn’t have to be strings, or commitment involved, not to say that you were
opposed to that sort of thing, it’s just that no one’s ever been able to keep
your interest for very long. It always started out nice sure, but then after
the second or third time of being with the person you’re kind of just… over it.
You knew how awful that sounded, but it was just how you were when it came to
Summary: Y/N and Harry party together (drink & smoke) and have sex.
Warnings: alcohol, drug use, sex, Y/N dom, 69ing
A/N: Thank you to whoever requested this! Sorry it took me so long! I wrote this imagine a while ago, and I meant to post it, but then when I went to find it in my files, it was gone! :( But anyways, I hope you enjoy it!!
You don’t know how you ended up getting here. You were the “good girl” in school. You didn’t smoke, or drink, or party back then. And now you are here in a room at a party full of marijuana smoke making out with a musician who doesn’t even know your name.
It all started back at the party you attended earlier tonight. You weren’t invited, but that was your thing. You showed up, and people would just let you in. It’s easy to look like you belong in the “Hollywood” scene. You were pretty, but you were confident. So when you walked into any of those parties, eyes were on you, but again, no one knew who you were, which made you more intriguing. That’s how Harry noticed you. You didn’t show up with group, you didn’t look around for anyone, you just were there. And you looked content, you weren’t trying to be anyone else, you weren’t trying to have everyone’s eyes on you, but they were.
Harry looked at his friend and asked, “Who is she?”
His friend turned to look at you and shrugs his shoulders and says, “No idea, never her seen her before. But I’m glad I have now.” He says lifting his eye brows, licking his lips, checking you out.
“Hey, don’t be gross man.” Harry says.
“Dude, you don’t even know her.” The friend says defensively.
“Still.” Harry says, “I’m going to get another drink, any of you want one?” Harry says seeing that you walking over to get a drink.
Everyone says no, and Harry walks over quickly. When he walks over, and he sees you pouring your drink and is surprised saying, “That’s a lot rum and a little bit of coke.”
You look up at him and joke, “Yeah, I’m not a pussy.”
Harry laughs, and says, “Well, I guess I’m a pussy, because that stuff burns with that little amount of coke.” Which causes you to laugh.
“I’m Harry by the way.” Harry says, grabbing a drink.
“I know who you are.” You state, “I’ve listened to your music, not bad stuff.”
“Thanks, you’re a fan?” He asks.
“Let’s say I’m a fan of music.” You say smiling, “and your music, just happens to be some of the music I like.”
After that you don’t really remember much else. You know you and Harry went into a room so it would be quieter to talk. And you two laughed, drank, smoked, and now you are here. Straddling him, both of your shirts off, and he’s undoing your bra. Are you mad about it? No. He’s seems like a decent guy, and he’s hot.
“I still don’t know your name.” Harry states while he kisses down your neck.
“Don’t worry babe, you’ll know it when I’ll have you yelling my name.” You say pushing him down the bed.
You stand up off the bed, and pull down your jeans and you underwear. You were never dominant in the bedroom, but you’re high and you’re feeling confident.
“I hear musicians are good with their mouths.” You say taking off your clothes, which causes Harry to smirk.
“I don’t know about other musicians, but, I haven’t gotten any complaints.” He says putting his arms behind his head, with a smirk on his face.
You hate it when guys are cocky, but in bed, it’s the hottest thing. At this words, you felt the wetness between your legs.
“Well, I’d like to see what you can do Styles.” You say climbing on the bed, swinging on leg over on the other side of this head so you are straddling his mouth.
Harry immediately begins to make you moan. He first focused on your clit. He licked circles on, then sucked on it as it got more swollen and sensitive. Then he poked his tongue into your hole teasingly.
With the amount of pleasure Harry was giving you, you wanted to do that same or him. You were in the 69 position. You spit on your hand, and pumped his cock a few times. Then you bent over, and took on his head in your mouth. You swirled you tongue around it, which caused Harry to moan, causing vibrations against you core, which felt so good. Then you began to take him fully. As you bobbed your head, you put both of your hands on his thighs to keep you steady as you began to grind against mouth.
Harry could feel you getting close as your core tightened around his tongue. He then focused on your clit sucking on it, wanting you to cum so he could taste you so badly.
You stopped sucking Harry off and just began to focus on grinding on him because you were so close.
“Harry, I’m close. I’m so close. Make me cum.” You moan out. “Make me cum, oh my-“
And before you could finish, you felt the stream of euphoria take of your whole body. You moans out Harry’s name and left marks on his thighs from pleasure.
As you finished, you tried to put you head down to finish Harry off, but Harry stopped you, and said “I need to fuck you. I’m way too hard, and you’re so wet an warm, I need to fuck you.”
As you swing your leg over, so that you are no longer straddling him, Harry grabs and condom and rolls it on. When he’s done you straddle him again, and place your hands flat on his chest. When he first enters you, you close your eyes at the full feeling. You loves, he reached all the pleasurable spot.
You began bouncing on top of him, every time he thrusted into you, he hit your g-spot. Harry could see this as you would moan louder each time you bounced. Even though Harry was close, he wanted to see your face when you cum. He loved the sight he was already seeing, your breasts bouncing every time you came down on his cock, but he wanted to see you cum undone. So he grabbed your hips and thrusting up into you.
“Lick you finger and play with your clit.” He ordered as he pounded into you.
You did as he said, and you felt your second orgasm coming on.
“Harry, I’m gonna cum. Harry, Harry, Harry!” You scream, scratching your nails down his chest. Harry doesn’t stop thrusting. He thrusted you through your orgasm, as he was getting close.
Harry couldn’t take it anymore, and flipped you two over, and pounded into you hard.
“You feel so fucking good-.” He groans.
“Y/N” You answer finally giving him you name.
Harry bites his lips and goes, “Y/N, fuck yes, so good, mmh so good!” He groans out as he thrusts through his orgasm.
After Harry finishes he lays down next to with his arms behind his head and you watch his chest move up and down and you watch his eyes close. You decide to get up and get dressed and leave. When you were about to close the door you heard Harry say,
“Y/N, that’s a pretty name.”
A/N: I didn’t focus too much on the drugs this time, I hope that’s okay with whoever requested it! Thank you to whoever requested it! I hope you all have a good day!!
Title: The Notebook Ch.2
Character: Lin X Reader
Prompt: When the reader runs into Lin in the airport, (literally “runs” into him), an accidental notebook swap occurs in the confusion, and they go home with each other’s work.
Word Count: 2,625
A/N: You guys asked for it, so here it is! I just can’t fathom how much you guys actually like this????? Like what??? ALSO if y'all wanna know about the musical the reader is writing, ask me! It’s an actual play that I’m writing, except it’s a play not a musical…
Also I shit-wrote this in a matter of two hours so please have mercy on me
“Ma'am, are you okay?” A distant voice asks you worriedly, a gentle tap on the shoulder shocking you out of your disassociated state. You jump slightly at the touch, but try to collect yourself enough to plaster a fake smile onto your lips and nod feebly to the flight attendant. It’s clear that she can see right through your crummy facade, but she just nods and continues down the isle, knowing well enough not to prod.
Your attention immediately snaps back to the worn black notebook in your hand, except it’s not yours. It looks exactly like yours- it’s even got the same scratch on the cover from the price sticker- but it’s not yours. The handwriting is too clean to be yours, there isn’t nearly as many ink smudges or eraser marks spread across the pages as there should be, and nothing scrawled across the yellowing paper aligns with what you’ve been working on for the past few years.
You were becoming hysterical, to say the least.
In any other given situation where this had somehow miraculously happened, you would’ve been on the phone with Kylie faster than lightening. But you were on a plane, at least an hour from landing and giving you access to others again, so that option was on hold. Obviously you couldn’t talk to anybody else about it on the plane, they’d just label you as crazy, which to your defense you can be, but they’d just zone out after about a minute. So here you were, forced to panic and get worked up over this notebook of yours all on your own. Great. Just great.
Oh god, what if that, that Lin guy was reading through your notebook right now?! What if he had already stolen all of your ideas and morphed them into his own?! No, no. Calm down, Y/N. You’re obviously overreacting, Lin wouldn’t do that. Sure, you only met him for a solid thirty seconds, but that’s enough time to get a decent judgement on somebody cute, right? He helped you up, he tried to make conversation, he seemed like a pretty good guy, a gentleman even.
Calm down, Y/N, you’re just getting yourself riled up for no good reason. You’ll be able to figure this whole situation out once you get both feet back onto solid ground again, and you’ll be able to start writing again in no time. You’ll get your notebook back, and Lin will get his. Simple fix, minus the whole “he’s in New York and you’re in rural Missouri” thing, but something can get worked out.
Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath and try to calm yourself, even slightly. Everything will turn out fine in an hour, so just wait it out. Just an hour, that’s all. Yup, juuuuusssttttt an hour.
Oh who are you kidding? This is going to be the longest hour of your life.
Your eyes snap back open and you feel a sense of jitteriness pulse through you, only making everything seem worse. What were you going to do within this agonizingly long hour? Usually you would’ve brought a book or something to read for the flight, just in case writer’s block hit you, but what were yo-oh. That’s right, you do have something to read.
Your gaze slowly shifts downward to your slightly calloused hands, mainly from your late writing nights, and settle back upon your imposter notebook. Turning it over and over in your hands, the sleek black leather only makes you more and more curious as to what else it holds inside, besides characterization and such.
A little peek wouldn’t hurt, right?
Shifting in your already stiff seat, you pull your legs up into a criss-cross position and re-open the journal, ready to try and figure out what everything was in here. You focus on a random page near the center, and quickly become absorbed in deciphering everything out of it. Are these… song lyrics? Alexander Hamilton? Hold on, that name rings a bell… Hamilton, Hamil-wait, that’s the guy on the 10$ bill! He wasn’t a president, right?
Sifting through more pages, you attempt to gather more and more information, but all you come up with is more “Hamilton this” and “Hamilton that”, and some more lyrics for different situations. Although, with the way these songs are aligned, you can totally see a character arc for a musical here and-oh God.
This notebook is a developing musical for a founding father.
That’s a new one.
You stifle a laugh from the realization, trying not to draw anyone’s attention. A musical about a founding father? Who most likely wasn’t even a president? What kind of drug did this guy have to be on to come up with this off-the-wall idea? No wonder he came off as nice when he ran into you at the airport, all crack-jobs are nice when you first run into them.
Might as well humor yourself and read on, you’ve got a miserable hour to go.
But as you pick back up where you left off, you begin to see where this Lin guy was going with this Hamilton stuff. This founding father’s life story is the perfect. Love, angst, tragedy, hardships, lost of death, all wrapped up into song? Critics would eat this up with a spoon. Sure, there’s a lot of hitches and messy parts to some of these songs, but the idea is there.
A certain pair of characters stood out to you a bit more than Hamilton himself did; The sisters, Angelica and Eliza, Angelica specifically. You unintentionally began to flip through the pages, looking for any indication of the name Angelica, wanting to know more about her. Descriptions were scattered here and there as you continued to flip; strong, independent, intellectual equal, sacrificed love, all of these quick details scrawled about.
But then you fell upon a certain song. Well, you couldn’t really call it a song with the way it looked, more like a bunch of lyrics broken up and not really connecting to each other. A bunch of small scenes that didn’t quite have an order yet, if you will. At the top of the page a bunch of titles had been written and scratched right back out, with only one remaining, a think black circle around it with a bunch of question marks, reading “Can I say Something?”.
You begin to read through the setting of the song that was hastily written along the border of the page, getting a basic understanding of how Lin was imagining this scene to be. A whole rewind situation to see a love triangle from the third angle. Alright Mister Lin-Dude, this scene has you intrigued. You feel pretty connected to this Angelica girl, the same independence of hers coursing through your blood as well. Reading on, you try to grasp the concept of the fragmented lyrics, the plot line of it partially coming together. Okay okay, so she fell in love with Hamilton first, but because she loved her sister, Eliza, so much, she let her have him instead? Wow, that’s some serious sisterly love.
Although the idea and concept of the song was well presented, the actual lyrics itself felt like it was missing something; a single word or phrase. Something that left room for interpretation, yet had many levels of meaning to it. Also something that would get more and more tragic sounding as it was said more (because there’s totally a term for that). Convinced, Unannounced, Satisfied, Unspoken, Certain… something along those lines.
You reached for your pencil in the mesh pocket of your bag and brought it down to the paper, halting only centimeters above it. Hold on, Y/N. This isn’t your notebook. This isn’t yours. You can’t go writing at will in it, who knows what kind of trouble that could stir up.
But at the same time, you couldn’t let this criticism go to waste. Maybe this Lin guy needs some “creative help” with his works?
You continue to blankly stare at the page before you, your favorite mechanical pencil teetering against your fingers in anticipation of your decision.
It’s pencil. If he doesn’t want these ideas, he can erase them with ease.
But your little notes don’t seem to just stop there. You subconsciously scribble down little anecdotes and ideas on almost every page. A little note on a line about Hamilton’s son, and how he can be both his “son” and “sun”. A small adjustment to a roasting between Jefferson and Hamilton, making Jefferson claim to have written “Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness”, when Jock Locke had actually written them, giving him the effect of “underhanded”. Just simple notes and suggestions here and there, nothing major.
Well, if it hadn’t been an hour’s worth of suggestion writing, it may have been considered “small”. Yet, here you are, an hour later, being told by the overhead speaker to fasten your seatbelt for the landing in St. Louis.
You need to learn to control your writing needs, Y/N.
Setting your feet back on the floor you re-buckle, ready to get off of this airplane and back onto solid ground. Sure, you weren’t scared of heights or anything, but you really were just itching to figure out where your notebook was, and how you could get it back. Had Lin done the same thing to your notebook that you had done to his? Nah, there’s nothing good enough to deal with in it anyway. Three years of work on your musical and there’s not much to show for it, in all honesty.
The buckling of the wheels hitting the runway underneath of airplane jars you back into the present. The endless amount of more runways and nothingness outside of your window already gives you a nostalgic feeling of being back home, a smile growing on your face from the mere feeling of it. The captain’s voice rings out on the overhead speaker, announcing that all of you were now in St. Louis, and how you were able to exit to the airport now.
You waste no time in high-tailing it to the exit to gather yourself a bit before returning to your hometown. Your best friends from high school were supposed to be there to pick you up, but you had no idea where they were. In Heinz sight, you probably should’ve told them your exit instead of just “meet me at the airport”, but that couldn’t be helped now.
Fishing your phone from your pocket, you flip off airplane mode and allow for it to set in your hand for a minute, waiting for the few text messages and Snapchat’s to roll in. And they do.
But they don’t stop.
Confused, you watch the notifications bombard your lockscreen, each of them burying the other so quickly you can’t even read them. A solid minute rolls by before it finally ends, the most recent being a text from your hometown friends, Karsen and Colin.
TEXT FROM: 🚗🌞 Karsen
-“Y didn’t u tell me dat u were Twitter famous child!!!!!!”
TEXT FROM: 📞📥 Colin
-“You better check your Twitter before Kar has a heart attack.”
Utterly puzzled, you open your Twitter (after turning off the notifications, dear lord) and stare at the little blue bubble over your notifications button. You didn’t even know that number could be so high. Clicking the little bell icon, you furrow your eyebrows at everything cluttering your box. You knew none of these people, not a single one. Why were they-oh.
Every single tweet had your handle, and one other person’s.
A flood of both relief and worry wash over you as you click on the familiar name, taking in his entire profile page. Seems like it’s Lin. The profile picture looks like him, at least. Scrolling past his most recent tweets, you search for the earliest mention with your Twitter handle.
“Okay, I found her account everybody, it’s @(Y/H/N), please bombard her with love for her work, even though you don’t know what it is yet”
Wait, why is he talking about your works?
You scroll further into his history, seeing the progression of his tweets backwards.
“God I need to know who Y/N is. This is totally a romcom movie plot line, with the mystery and beauty of it”
“That was a true roller coaster of emotions. I need to see this I theaters now, Y/N.”
“Oh thank god Leila and Adam got back together I was hoping this would be a happy ending”
“Oh no. Now the best friends have got to do all the work to get the lovers that don’t think they like each other back together. Classic”
“Planning a fake fight always leads to bad things, Adam”
“LEILA YOU LOVE ADAM DONT TRY TO HIDE IT HROUGH YOUR WRITING LIKE ME”
“ADAM WHY ARE YOY CARRYING THAT WITH YOU”
“WHAT?! WHY DID YOU KILL THEM OFF?! You wound me Y/N, you really do”
“Ooo, Adam has such a sad backstory. Of course he gets the Sappy But Still Loved Character Award from me”
“I relate to Leila on an emotional level. An aspiring writer with a bit of a sad past and social issues? Sign me up”
“I’ve only read the basic plot she has written in the front and in already in love”
“Every single one of you are going to be subjected to me live-tweeting about this story she has-best part?-ITS A MUSICAL”
“Wow does she have some seriously good shit in this notebook. Way better than mine. Maybe I’ll just keep it for myself…”
“-and long story short I now have a mysteriously beautiful and talented woman’s notebook.”
“Apparently we have the same notebook though. Or, better yet, our notebooks are identical, and we somehow managed to swap them”
“And we both dropped out notebooks that we write in during the collision, so being nice people, picked them up and gave them back to each other”
“Not only was she pretty and super nice, I looked like a total jerk running into her. Literally ran over her.”
“FUNNY STORY: So you guys know how I’m super clumsy and I run into almost anything ever? Well I ran into a girl at the airport just now”
“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, HOW DARE YOU NOT TELL ME OF YOUR BOYFRIEND?!” A familiar voice shouts from across the way, her voice just as loud as you remember it. Karsen’s blond hair bounces towards you and you’re wrapped up in a death-grip hug from her. “Why didn’t you tell me you have a boyfriend?! We made a promise to tell each other about that stuff!” She yells in your ear, squealing in both delight and frustration.
“Yeah, you’ve got some s'plainin’ to do, Y/N.” Colin laughs from behind Karsen, his usual smirk plastered on his lips like it always use to be. “Gee, thanks for the warm welcoming you two. No really, I appreciate it.” You remark, sarcasm dripping from your voice as you stuff your phone back into your pocket, not wanting to focus on anything back in New York right now.
“No but really, who’s the guy that’s making you soon-to-be-verified on Twitter?” Colin breathes, running a hand through his styled and swoopy hair. “Yeah! I wanna know all about your boyfriend!” Karsen quietly screams, her movements giddy with excitement. “Not my boyfriend, I can tell you that much.” You laugh, following them out of the airport.
How were you going to explain this situation, actually?
If you wanna ask me about the musical the reader is writing, feel free to!
I headcanon the P5 protag Akira as usually being reserved and amicable, but when you make him really mad, the gloves come off. He has a certain venom about him in these situations.
Like when some classmates see him with Ryuji and say ‘You’re going to hang out with that loser?’ Akira sees how dejected Ryuji looks and turns back to their classmates, his eyes just kind of narrow like a cat’s and he has this sweet little smile. He proceeds to verbally tear said classmates a new one, all while wearing that smile. He has a way of vaguely threatening them where his choice of words seems mostly innocent by itself, but the way he says them just kind of makes you want to get the hell away from him and/or cry, whichever comes first.
Eventually it gets around that the new transfer student is mostly a decent guy, but do not fuck with him or get on his bad side, and ESPECIALLY don’t fuck with his friends. No one’s ever heard of him getting into fights or following through on his threats, but they’re too scared to take the risk. And Akira is well aware of this, he’s gotten so good at the psychological aspect of confrontation that he pretty much never has to actually go beyond talking, which in most cases is just fine by him.
Summary:You were just a girl who took some odd jobs from
the Min Syndicate to make some extra cash. When Min Yoongi himself sends
a request for you to come to his mansion, any semblance of your normal
life gets thrown out the window. What sort of dangers will face you once
you become associated with one of the biggest mob bosses?
A few days had passed since you moved into Yoongi’s mansion
practically against your will. Even though you put up a bit of a fight against
the idea, Yoongi just steamrolled your thoughts and opinions and had Hoseok
help you pack up anything of importance and move it to his place. As much as
you hated the idea of living with a mafia leader, you were somewhat relieved to
not struggle to pay rent for your cramped apartment anymore.
That is, until you found out just how boring it was at the
Min estate. For one thing, you certainly didn’t feel at home there, after all,
it was the home of a guy you barely knew. Secondly, Yoongi had banned you from
entering most of the rooms claiming that “there’s nothing interesting to see in
those rooms”, which limited you to basically your new room, the library, the
kitchen, and the main hall. You tried to be good, you really did, but there’s
only so much of wandering the same four rooms that a person can take before
they start to go crazy. Worst of all, you couldn’t even leave the mansion to do
as you pleased. These luxurious walls were essentially just an over glorified
prison for you, and you were not happy.
‘At least he didn’t
force me to quit my job,’ You thought to yourself as you got dressed for
another boring day, ‘I really would have
gone crazy then, not having a reason to leave this place.’ You gave
yourself a glace over in the rather large mirror that was set against the wall.
Satisfied with how you looked, you opened the door to your room and stepped out
into the hallway. ‘Still, I’m going to go
insane if he doesn’t let me go out and do shit that doesn’t involve work.’
You began to make your way towards Yoongi’s office to
complain when you bumped into Hoseok in the hallway, “Oh, hey (Y/n)! How are
you?” Hoseok smiled brightly. His pure radiance never failed to stun you, it
was truly incredible that someone could be the literal embodiment of sunshine.
“Oh, uh hey Hoseok,” You stuttered awkwardly. You still
weren’t use to Yoongi’s men speaking to you. It was hard to figure out how
someone was supposed to act around the mafia, “Do you know if Yoongi is in his
office? I need to speak with him.”
He cocked his head questioningly, “Why, what do you need to
speak to him about?” His tone of voice was a little tense, as if he were ready
for you to say something that he would have to do something about.
You huffed, irritated that he wouldn’t just tell you what
you wanted to know, “That’s between me and Yoongi, I just want to know where he
is so I don’t go searching every room in this place. Care to help out?”
Hoseok’s smile faltered a little at your curt voice, “Well,
I’m sorry (Y/n), but you can’t just barge into any room you please, even if you
do live here now. Plus, his office is the worst place to walk in like you’re in
charge, especially while he’s working.”
“So you’re saying Yoongi is in his office now? Thanks,
Hoseok,” You smirked mischievously as you walked past him, proud that you had
tricked him into giving away information.
He stood there gaping at you for a moment before he jogged
to catch up with you, “Wait, wait, wait! I can’t let you do that (Y/n), Yoongi
will have my head if I let you barge in there.” He frowned at you, pleading
with his eyes for you to listen to him, but you weren’t in the mood to be sympathetic
“Sorry, Hoseok, but I really need to give him a piece of my
mind right now,” You stopped at Yoongi’s office doors and put your hand on the
doorknob before turning to Hoseok and winking, “Don’t worry, I’ll say I gave
you the slip so you won’t get in trouble.” Before he could say anything or stop
you, you pushed the door open and walked in, seeing Yoongi sitting at his desk
reading some papers.
“Sorry I’m so late, babe, traffic is crazy right now.”
HI! Another solangelo fic based on this tumblr post. Hope you guys like it! *Am I the only one who thinks the word stood is weird to look at?* *They are all mortals here* Ari xxx
Nico could have been doing better things than waiting for a date that was never going to show up. For example, he could have stuck Leo’s head up his ass for setting this blind date up.
To the others in the resturant, he must have look absolutely pathetic. The people at the surrounding pables kept giving him looks of sympathy. The waitrist has already come by four times, and each time she wore the same pitiful expression when Nico told her to give Shane, his date, a bit more time.
“Traffic’s a bitch, ya know?”, he said lightly, trying not to look at the waitress’ eyes. The waitress just gave him a woeful smile and left without another word.
the more I read from the side of the writers, the more it becomes clear that they really don’t care about quality
If you look at the Overwatch canon - and I really mean just the canon - it’s bad. It’s just really, really bad.
Overwatch is two dozen clichés slapped onto a decent first-person-shooter. The characters are shallow and trite, any originality seems accidental.
We all make fun of the fact that McCree dresses up and acts like a cowboy in 2076, but from a purely objective point of view, he doesn’t fit into that universe. Neither do Hanzo and Genji with their names and traditions that date about 500 years into Japan’s past. Soldier 76 is the epitome of an overdone character trope, Reaper is the most stereotypical bad guy villain you could possibly make up. 76 is dressed in red white and blue, Reaper gets the “black = evil” look down to an inch. Tracer and Widowmaker were designed to be jerk-off material and the former being lesbian is only thanks to massive fan involvement.
All the major characters are painfully overdone and boring and the few that are interesting from the start have so little in the way of content that it feels like the writers just don’t know what to do with potentially exciting characters.
So here’s the thing, and I’m speaking purely for myself here,
Here’s what made Overwatch into one of the greatest, most diverse and creative fandoms I’ve ever been in: The fans.
I didn’t get into Overwatch because I thought “man, I really miss Supernatural, where else can I get bad writing and boring characters” I didn’t want to get into Overwatch because nothing about the official material appealed to me in any way, shape or form, but I was dragged in by what the fans made of that material.
Mina Ashido - cute. cuddly. quite romantic, but can get quite energetic and like almost melt your mouth off with acid probably. also be careful of those horns. 7.5/10
Tsuyu Asui - ribbit. is froggy, so some complications. that tongue though. but good at the more chaste, closed mouth (?) kisses. 8/10
Tenya Iida -
can be quite stiff when nervous. but after a while he loosens up and it’s a lot better. mastered all the Techniques and Skills because he can’t stand to be bad at something. 9/10
Ochako Uraraka - so goddamn sweet. nice and cuddly. bonus points because she will listen to your problems supportively and make everything better. 10/10
Mashirao Ojiro - listen here my boy’s got some Tricks up his sleeve. also his tail is great for cuddling and is fluffy too. 8/10
Denki Kaminari - is…actually pretty good. just be careful he doesn’t electrocute you. also his ‘whey’ form can be quite clingy. 9/10
Eijirou Kirishima - he’s all fired up!!!! and Manly!!! but is the sweetest and softest thing ever. very considerate but also very skilled. 10/10
Koji Koda - he looks like he’s made out of rock??? also can he actually open his mouth??? (i’m pretty sure he can but?) ?/10
Rikido Satou - those huge ass lips though. more cushion i guess. he’s decent. 6.5/10
Mezou Shouji - no one has seen his actual mouth. everyone is too afraid to ask. you can try with a tentacle but why ?/10
Kyoka Jirou - surprisingly shy and sweet. will stab you accidentally with her earphone jacks when embarrassed, but otherwise is great. 8.5/10
Hanta Sero - ok first of all why does his mouth look like midoriya’s fucking mouth-guard/a comb? he seems like a nice guy so he’d be decent i suppose. be careful of his tape though. 6.5/10
Fumikage Tokoyami - his mouth is literally a beak. also are you a furry ?/10
Shouto Todoroki - he is fucking good. so good he will wreck your entire life. but don’t look around you because everything will be burning. also frozen. just keep your eyes closed. 10/10
Tooru Hagakure - she’s pretty good. if you can deal with kissing someone you can’t see. also your tongue (if you’re using it) will probably disappear lmao. 7.5/10
Katsuki Bakugo - is actually hot when he’s not pissed off/angry and yelling all the time. Can be surprisingly shy, but is a Spicy Boy™ at heart. also nobody goddamn knows why, but he’s fucking amazing. pisses people off. 10/10
Izuku Midoriya - is so goddamn sweet. so sweet. also cute and shy and adorable. but like if you do the right thing it’s Spicy Time. everyone just loves him. 10/10
Minoru Mineta - the way he is now, please don’t. no-one dares. ?/10
Momo Yaoyorozu - brilliant. amazing. she’s so chill, and like supportive, and sweet. smart too. is that even relevant. 10/10
ok personal bias may have really heavily affected the ratings LMAO
It hadn’t been long after your meeting with Baekhyun that you found yourself sitting at the bar of your hotel; the place where it all started. You couldn’t get the image of your new face out of your head and you weren’t sure if it was a good thing or bad.
“Ominous and earthy (at times quite literally), Gold’s Hamlet has a simple, tactile charge, one that truly, in the least corny of senses, brings Shakespeare to life. The production is given extra, invaluable electricity by its star, whose crisply legible, fiercely intelligent performance confirms for me what I’ve long suspected: Oscar Isaac is the best dang actor of his generation.
Which, yes, I realize is a hacky, hyperbolic, and probably unnecessary claim to make. But he’s just so good in this play, as he’s been so good in so many things since his talents first caught our attention. He’s a classically trained actor of true range, one who can sing and dance, do comedy, action, and drama with equal ease and authority. He’s thrilling to watch, a prodigious mind sparking a nimble (and, yes, handsome) form into action. But he’s never showy; he doesn’t mug. Not in the wintry Coen brothers folk-music picaresque Inside Llewyn Davis, not in J.C. Chandor’s moody economic allegory A Most Violent Year, not in Paul Haggis’s shaggy civics mini-series Show Me a Hero, perhaps my favorite Isaac performance to date. Instead he inhabits, taking possession of a story’s world, and letting it take possession of him.
But that’s all been original stuff, roles he could make definitive by being the only actor who’s played them. But Hamlet is freaking Hamlet, as well-worn territory as there is in the Western dramatic canon. It takes a true thinking actor to not only mine something new out of Hamlet, but to actually clarify something about the melancholy Dane for a culture so steeped in his story. Watching Isaac delve into the role with his conversational yet lyrical delivery, one almost experiences the tale for the first time. Isaac finds the timeless, fraught humanity in a character who’s often played too carefully, too academically, as if he’s a term paper a young actor has to conquer to prove his mettle.
Over the play’s three-and-a-half hours, Isaac becomes more poet than player. His interpretation of Hamlet, as a decent guy who just can’t get past his grief, and is often thwarted by his own anger over that grief (he’s much like Lee in Manchester by the Sea, in that way), is sensitive and astute. He talks through each soliloquy as if these thoughts are genuinely, just then, blooming into being, not enshrined in literary tradition for centuries. Isaac’s organic nuance opens up the language, makes it almost contemporary. (Isaac seems to just speak Shakespeare naturally, like it’s a native tongue.) The graveyard scene—in which Hamlet regards poor Yorick and contemplates the fleetingness of all existence—is moving in a way I perhaps cynically didn’t think Shakespeare could be anymore. Same for the play’s final scene, which had members of my audience blubbery and sniffly with tears. At a Shakespeare play! In 2017! On a sunny Sunday afternoon in the summer!
Such is the power of Isaac’s graceful, unmissable performance, and Gold’s entire production, which uses some familiar Gold techniques—house lights, everyday modern dress, relaxed, almost improvisatory tone—to gradually breathtaking effect…
… Gold’s production leaves us room to think, to really contemplate this revered play in unexpected ways. Casual, laid-back, yet bursting with feeling, this post-millennial, minimalist Hamlet is an invigorating approach to Shakespeare. (Much like Mark Rylance’s hyper-traditional Richard III and Twelfth Night were a few years ago. Hey, whatever works.) It’s all anchored with calm mastery by Isaac. Who, sure, may be a little old for the role, but all that added wisdom allows him to find such crucial and insightful detail—and empathy—in this forever-morose anti-hero.”
Do you really believe after this CS marriage that in the finale they could pull off SQ? Not even getting together like that but you think they'd end CS just like that after they've done nothing but promo CS this and CS that for so many years and so hard too? Especially with tensions high and uncertain about a S7, which I hear the musical doing well in ratings is essentially to the fate of the show? (not sure how accurate that is though).
Why not? I think I’m with Zelena on this one.
I don’t believe anything, I simply still think it’s more likely than not that they will end and that Emma & Regina’s romantic feelings for each other will become text, based on what we’ve seen so far. There’s a book I’ve read that I’m pretty sure the showrunners used for their story structure. You should see if you can find it, but I’ll quote you a few things that are interesting in this context.
THE ORDINARY WORLD Because so many stories are journeys that take heroes and audiences to Special
Worlds, most begin by establishing an Ordinary World as a baseline for comparison.
The Special World of the story is only special if we can see it in contrast to
a mundane world of everyday affairs from which the hero issues forth. The Ordinary
World is the context, home base, and background of the hero. From: The Writer’s Journey || Christopher Vogler
Emma’s Ordinary World is the City. We’re introduced to her while she’s on the job and later we get a little glimpse of her apartment until Henry shows up to take her to Storybrooke.
CONTRAST Its a good idea for writers to make the Ordinary World as different as possible from the Special World, so audience and hero will experience a dramatic change when the threshold is finally crossed. In The Wizard of Oz the Ordinary World is depicted in black and white, to make a stunning contrast with the Technicolor Special World of Oz. In the thriller Dead Again, the Ordinary World of modern day is shot in color to contrast with the nightmarish black-and-white Special World of the 1940s flashbacks.
From: The Writer’s Journey || Christopher Vogler
While we don’t go from black and white to color, we do go from night to day when Emma wakes up in jail after she tried to leave Storybrooke. This marks her first venture into the Special World. Later, when Emma believes and magic comes to town, we get another shift in color gradation, suggesting we went to a deeper level of the Special World.
FORESHADOWING: A MODEL OF THE SPECIAL WORLD Writers often use the Ordinary World section to create a small model of the Special
World, foreshadowing its battles and moral dilemmas. In The Wizard of Oz, Dorothy
clashes with ornery Miss Gulch and is rescued from danger by three farmhands. These early scenes foretell Dorothy’s battles with the Witch and her rescue by the Tin
Woodsman, Cowardly Lion, and Scarecrow.
From: The Writer’s Journey || Christopher Vogler
If they followed this model, then Emma’s date with Ryan seems like it could be foreshadowing for Hook and Emma’s relationship. Just like we’re made to believe that Emma is in love with Hook, when we are first introduced to her we think she’s on a genuine date. She seems shy and insecure, she acts more traditionally feminine than we later find out she actually is. Ryan seems a pretty decent guy. Handsome, empathic, seems interested in her.
…and then everything turns around. He turns out to be a criminal cheating on his wife, she’s a bail bonds person on the job. To make things even more interesting, before Emma bashes his head against the steering wheel, he asks her what she knows about family anyway. His unconscious form receives the answer. Nothing. She knows nothing about family.
Now she does. She knows about the love, the support and the care. About sticking around… but she also understands the pressure to be who your parents want you to be. I think it’s pretty obvious how the story in the Ordinary World could relate to the current one in our Special World.
Later we see Henry taking Emma home. Storybrooke is both Ordinary World and Special World at that point, since it’s still night, but it is outside of Emma’s comfort zone in the city. When Emma wakes up in jail, we have the first leap in logic of the show, because Emma should have woken up in the hospital. Both that and the transition from night to day mark the end of our little model of what to expect in our Special World.
Henry is the one who saves Emma from her glass coffin - her sterile apartment - in the Ordinary world after her date with Ryan.
This scene from the Final Battle looks like the reverse from when they first met. We have Emma stuck in another glass coffin, but outside it’s day time. This looks like Henry coming to save Emma from the Special World, marking the end of her marriage and the start of the journey home.
in which Annabeth was dared to kiss a blue-eyed stranger just when the fireworks start
She’s going to regret this.
Annabeth is so going to regret this.
She’s in Disneyland with her
friends, it’s night time, the fireworks are just about to start, and she did
the stupid mistake of telling Piper that she’s always wanted to kiss someone in
Disneyland with fireworks and Cinderella’s castle in the background.
So now Piper dared her to do
exactly that – kiss someone just when the fireworks start. And if there’s one
thing Annabeth hates even more than doing dares, it’s backing out of them.
To make matters worse, Piper
gets to choose which guy Annabeth gets to ask (and kiss). It’s not that Piper
has bad taste in men – it’s just that Piper, well. She’s Piper.
She is so going to regret this.
“Piper, I –“
“I know you’re not backing out
of this, Annabeth. I know you. Right,
Jason? Annabeth won’t be backing out of this. Right?” Piper turned to her boyfriend, smiling sweetly enough to
“Uh, yeah,” he scratches the
back of his neck, trying to avoid Annabeth’s glare. “Annabeth doesn’t back
down.” He shoots her an apologetic look before looking away once more.
“What’s happening here?” Leo
walks up next to Annabeth with a curious glimmer in his eye, licking a
“Annabeth dreams of kissing
someone in Disneyland and we’re going to help her fulfill that.” Piper beams,
practically jumping up and down out of excitement. She starts to sings Once
Upon a Dream, which Annabeth doesn’t really deem appropriate for the situation.
“Well, you can always kiss me,
Annabeth.” He spreads his arms wide open, smiling brightly and wagging his
eyebrows up and down, his popsicle melting and dripping to the floor.
Before Annabeth can even think
of where to hit him – stomach or groin – Piper butts in. “She’ll only be
kissing a stranger, Leo, and besides – I already know who it’ll be.”