jooheon (monstax) + you (reader) word count: 7,233 warnings: i have no excuse for this flithy, graphic smut (that includes but is not limited to thigh riding, breath play, mild degradation, spanking, etc) and strong language (some slut shaming) and brief mentions of infidelity a/n: i was inspired by the new mv and channeled that inspiration into a gang!au, bad boy jooheon sexy time fest and before you say anything yes i know he is a total squish in real life that’s why it’s called fiction :)
Clip opens with Sana listening to 2pac’s Dear Mama: the song is an ode to mothers. The following lyrics, I find, very fitting for Sana:
‘Cause through the drama I can always depend on my mama
And when it seems that I’m hopeless
You say the words that can get me back in focus
We see, once again, that Sana is very into science. This time, we can see scientific articles in the background of her Facebook instead of basketball ones.
I love playing “spot the NRK employee” on the social media pages. We can see about three during the whole clip but this guy, in particular, looks like a very cool artist (and he has an Instagram displaying his work).
While she smiles fondly at Yousef’s message (that contains alcohol), she’s surprised with a call to prayer which I think she sees as a confirmation that focusing on an atheist boy will distract her from her faith.
She mutes the call. (I’m not so sure but I had feelings Sana will struggle with her faith this season and maybe deviate from how she usually practices it a bit, in her struggles. Like maybe she’ll start missing prayers? I’m not sure though, it’s more of a “what if”. If that’s the case: the lingering on the muted call to prayer could be the start of her “straying”.)
She unfriends Yousef. Our hearts break.
The reference to biology, to me, is another reinforcing of her link with Isak. It immediately reminds us of him and his dynamic with her.
It’s funny how she talks about studying the immune system, seeing as it’s the system that protects your body against harm. I think it might be a nod to her trying to protect herself from heartbreak re: Yousef.
I have no idea if this next detail is purposeful but I spat my water when I noticed it: we see a display of A DOZEN EGGS which, frankly, reminded me of Yousef’s 12 kids.
(a bit like the scene in the kitchen in s1 where Chris breaks an egg and just after we have Vilde confess that she thinks she might be pregnant…but we later learn she was never pregnant: broken egg/no children)
We get another example of how much mother trusts daughter. I feel like that trust is bound to be broken badly. What with how much we’re reminded of its existence.
It’s a common thread in growing up actually, when I think about it. “You used to tell me all your secrets but we barely talk anymore.” You grow up and your mother is not your best friend anymore. You feel like your secrets are too big now to be shared. You feel like there are some things she could never understand. Maybe we’ll learn something about Sana’s parents’ relationship later in the story. Something that will surprise Sana (and us) and help renew her relationship with her mother. Relate again.
And then we get an interesting transition:
“Have you talked to the handsome Muslim boy?” No.
Because Yousef is not Muslim.
Because the handsome Muslim boy has yet to come.
“Remember There Isn’t Just One Person Out There For You”
This was a lot gayer than I thought it would be. I owe the outline of the first part to @thesickficsideblog, but I kinda ran away with it at the end. I swear, it wasn’t supposed to be Klance, but my hand slipped. I’ll put it on ao3 later.
Summar: Lance gets trapped in a room full of fear gas, and the team can’t do anything but watch.
Request: regaltempo said:Hello! My request is a
Peter Quill x Reader. The reader is a human too, who likes and plays classical
music on violin, and one day when you think everyone is asleep in the ship you
practice on your violin, but little do you know Peter is listening to you on
the other side of the wall. After you’re finished he shows himself and asks for
a dance and you play a cassette tape of classical music and dance the waltz
together. Thank you! Peter probably has
never heard of classical music before. That could be why he is so interested in
hearing the music at night. And the reader could be surprised that he doesn’t
know and they compromise and he teaches you how to dance and you play classical
music for him during the night. And maybe some kissing.
“I don’t think she likes me,” Peter groaned quietly, sitting
in the pilot seat of the ship and swiveling the chair back and forth
nervously. His friends sat behind him,
listing to him complain for the last several hours and growing impatient at the
incessant whining session. “She sits in
her room all day and barely says two words to me.”
“I agree that she does not like you. It’s obvious and you are quite right in
finally noticing it,” Drax nodded eagerly, reaching out to slap his friend
supportively on the arm, only to have him pull it from his reach. “This makes you sad. Would you like to me to speak to her for you
and find out why her hatred runs so deeply?”
I love Sansa's "Alayne Stone" story for many reasons, but the main reason why is because we get to see a side of her that she always had, but she suppressed it due to her courtesies. We get to see her sharp-tongued, snarky, sassy side. Honestly, when i read some of the Alayne Stone chapters, i was so surprised. I was like "wait what? Did she just say this?!".
My favourite is the one in TWOW when she can’t stop salting Harry the Heir, lol, though it also gives me an… unpleasant/creepy vibe for reasons.
it’s interesting because we don’t know if that’s part of her naturally growing up, if she’s finding in her Alayne persona a way out of the social constrictions and taboos connected to her former status, or if she’s adjusting to people’s expectations of how a bastard girl should behave. Probably all of this. Bastards are invisible: they’re neither players nor prizes, and unless they overstep their boundaries nobody really cares for them. Sansa used to have the spotlight firmly planted on her, because of her heritage and status. Alayne is a nobody,
the bastard daughter of a minor lord, and counts nothing—hell, she even looks like nothing special (something to remember in her future interactions with Harry), her gorgeous auburn hair replaced by a plain shade of brown and modest clothes. In part, she resents this invisibility (and sometimes forgets what’s her place, like that time when she “accidentally” wore Tully colors), but it also gives her an unique leeway, the opportunity to watch and learn things unobserved and unnoticed, make people spill their secrets and store them for later, not unlike Arya’s wanderings in Braavos under various aliases.
but bastards are also seen as untrustworthy, less moral than /regular/ people, thus less worthy of being treated with respect. They’re “wanton”: there’s no wench half so lusty as one bastard born, Marillion says as he proceeds to paw Sansa, who under Alayne’s guise has no longer her status to shield her from unwanted sexual contact, and is even expected to be enthusiastically available. I think she immediately realizes that she can no longer act like the sheltered, innocent girl she is (or used to be)—that persona worked as best as it could when she was in King’s Landing, but now it’s useless and, if anything, suspicious.
So she creates a new one, one that’s older, wiser and more experienced, more worldly than what she really is. She models Alayne around the idea that bastards must fight for their right to exist since they moment they’re born. She adapts. She doesn’t drop her courtesies altogether, but she adjusts them to the new situation, hones a new, sharper edge to her still formally polite words. She gets bolder with LF in calling him out on his shit (though interestingly we get less of that in AFFC, when aunt Lysa is gone and she’s Alayne for everyone except him, as if she subconsciously recognizes him as her only source of power).
She still blushes a lot, but she’s working on it.
She gets practical, because “bastard brave” girls get shit done (see her assertiveness with Sweetrobin and the maester). I think there’s also a degree of trauma connected with how everyone saw Sansa Stark as “stupid” (to the point that she started believing it, or at least wondering if it wasn’t true) that now she’s shedding… by disassociation, but still.
anyway, yes. I totally wonder whether, once she sheds “Alayne” from her system too, something of the bastard brave girl will remain, and which parts specifically.
So could I maybe have some ironpanther with a side dash of natasha&tony friendship? If that is too vague I'll come up with a scenario but I just crave me some ironpanther and you write Nat so beautifully aggressively caring, I just need that too.
I started a different story and decided it would be a
different post entirely because it wasn’t going in the direction I wanted it
to. So I guess keep an eye out for that other story too? Anyway, I hope you
like it! Look out for under the cut! (Can anyone tell that I have difficulty
figuring out how to write T’Challa and Shuri’s speech patterns lol?)
Natasha Romanova was a menace.
“You are pouting,” Shuri said, not even bothering to hide
T’Challa crossed his arms over his chest. “I just find it
hard to believe that every time I have a moment to spend with Tony, the Black
Widow needs him for something she cannot possibly handle herself.”
Shuri glanced over at where Natasha and Tony were currently
bent over a five-thousand piece puzzle she’d said had a secret message encoded
on it. “She is certainly devious. I cannot think of one thing she has asked for
help with that he could say no to.”
“…He could have done a puzzle with me.” His sister began to laugh
quietly. He couldn’t blame her. His cheeks were burning having said it. What a petty
thing to say.
I looked at her and smiled. Her hair flowed in the wind and the sunrays casted a golden glow on her silhouette. She looked like an angel sent from Heaven, my angel. “I love you.” I whispered.
She looked up and blushed. “I just don’t understand…” Her eyes were searching for an answer. “I don’t understand that you love me. I mean, look at me” She laughed. “I am not even that beautiful and you…”
“You look like you are a fashion model.” She grabbed my hands. “They say inner beauty matters, but from all the people who have met me, you are the one who knows that I am not even beautiful deep down. I can be so immature sometimes and you know that I am so awkward and I can appear so weak. So what I want to tell you is…” Her smile dropped.
“I can understand it. I mean, I am okay with being by myself, I am okay with the fact that I am not beautiful and it’s okay, if you ever want to leave me.” She bit her lip and was struggling choosing the right words. “You can leave if you are thinking of someone else. I will never, ever hold you back from doing so. It’s just, I love you too. I love you so much. You look so beautiful in my eyes, and it’s not because of your looks. I mean, your looks are perfect.” I laughed and my heart skipped a beat looking at her one million dollar smile. She looked at me.
“But I am talking about the way you love me. I know you love me, so much. I know that you care about me and that you see me as someone so beautiful, but..”
“It’s just, I want to tell you, if you want to leave, don’t hold yourself back from your new happiness. Ok? But if you do, just know that I will never find someone again. You are my only one, and I love you so much. You are my world and even is that something that you might not understand, just know I don’t want anyone else in this world.“
I laughed and gave her a hug. She was so tiny, so fragile but I know that she fought battles greater than I can imagine. She is mine and I would never ever trade her for someone else in this world. I can imagine her being my wife, the mother of my children. She will never know how precious she is to me.
I know that she wants to be her own rolemodel, she want to be her own hero and I can understand how big her world is. She is not like any other person I know and I know that during this lifetime, she will always be full of surprises and I know, I will never grow tired of her.
I vowed to myself, that after learning about her, she can be so stubborn that it drives me crazy. But damn, it makes me want to love her even more. She is so passionate to be strong by herself. She is so strong and yet so fragile. She is my world and my universe. It’s silly to think but I know this woman is my fate and she may never see how beautiful she is to me, that doesn’t stop me from admiring her every day.
Belle wanted to believe that everything would be okay, that the Beast would be okay. But as she sat, his head cradled in her lap, she knew time was running out. It had already run out for Gaston, though that had caused her only a momentary pang of regret. He had been a horrible man. While she never would have wished his fate on anyone, she would not bother to waste tears or time on his memory.
The Beast, though, was another story. She didn’t want him to become a memory. She wanted him to stay there, with her, alive and well. She wanted to tell him how much he meant to her. She wanted to tell him how sorry she was for inadvertently sending Gaston to the castle in the first place. Yet looking down at him, she knew that her chance to do that was quickly slipping away. The Beast’s breathing was labored and his eyes were shut tight, the pain clearly overwhelming his body. Softly, Belle reached down and ran her fingers along his cheek.
When the Beast felt her touch, his eyes opened. “You came back,” he said, looking at her with pure love. He lifted his paw and brushed back a lock of Belle’s hair.
“Of course I came back,” she said, trying to fight the tears that threatened to spill onto her cheeks. “I’ll never leave you again.”
The Beast lifted his shoulders in the slightest shrug. Then he sighed. “I’m afraid it’s my turn to leave,” he said, his voice weak.
Belle shook her head. No! she wanted to shout. Fight! Don’t just give up! Not after all we’ve been through. It took me so long to find you. Despite her best efforts, the tears began to fall. The Beast’s head was growing heavier in her lap. As she stared down at him, she felt her heart already breaking. Against the odds, the Beast had shown her true beauty. He had shown her it was okay to be different. He had shown her it was okay to feel lost and made her realize how desperately she had wanted to be found. She had learned that things were not always what they seemed, that people could surprise you. He had given her the one thing she had always longed for—something more. And now? Now he was dying in her arms.
Struggling for words, Belle choked back a sob. “We’re together now,” she said. “It’s going to be fine. You’ll see.”
“At least I got to see you one last time,” he said. As he spoke, his paw dropped from Belle’s hair. His eyes closed. His breathing grew slower, and then it stopped altogether.
With another sob, Belle threw herself over the Beast’s still body. He was gone. And she had never told him she loved him.
The Beast’s death scene, from the BatB novelization (requested by anon)
You were having trouble coming to terms with your pregnancy. You slept at Stiles’ every night and you cried yourself to sleep. It was tough to say the least. At this point you thought you were 24 weeks. You hadn’t said anything, you hadn’t talked to Stiles about it any further, you hadn’t even gone to the doctor, you’d figured your own due date.
You opened Stiles’ closet and sighed. You were even starting to grow out of his clothes. “Babe..let me take you shopping for maternity clothes…please?” Stiles placed his hands on your hips and you laid your head on his chest.
“I want to tell your dad.” You mutter.
“He’s at the station. Let’s go.” Stiles said nonchalantly.
“What? I thought you’d say no.” You back away.
“Nah, he needs to know.” He holds his hand out and laces his fingers with yours. “Let’s go.”
You both walk into the station and head straight for the sheriff’s office. Stiles knocks on the door and the two of you walk in.
“Hey, you two. I was just about to call and see what you wanted for dinner.” He smiles.
You both sit down and look at him. “Dad, we need to talk to you.” Stiles looks at his hands.
“Is everything okay?” Noah looks to you.
“No? I mean yes..but no.” You say quickly.
He chuckles. “You and Stiles are quite the pair.”
Stiles sits up. “We may have gotten ourselves into a situation…which led to many other situations that put us in the situation we’re in now…” He mumbles.
Your boyfriend’s father looks at you. “Translate?”
“I’m pregnant.” You blurt out.
He chuckles. “I know. I just wondered when you’d tell me.”
Stiles squints at his father. “How?”
“Obviously you’re growing quickly, plus you both have been pretty quiet lately which isn’t normal…you kinda live with us too..not that I mind. It’s just obvious.” He shrugs. “Your mom was the same way with me. When she was pregnant we were attached at the hip.” He smiles at you.
“You’re okay with this?” You say surprised.
“No..but I know I’ve raised my son well and he’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of you. I know you two are responsible.” He nods at Stiles. “Have you been to the doctor?” He asks and you shake your head.
“I don’t want people to judge me…” You say quietly.
“Make an appointment. You’ll be glad you did.”
The three of you stand and hugs are exchanged.
“I’ll see you at home. Chinese okay?”
“More than okay.” You and Stiles say in unison. You intertwine hands and leave.
You get in the Jeep and look at Stiles. “That was easy.” Stiles laughs.
“Yeah..it was.” You smile. “I guess I should make an appointment.”
You pick up your phone and dial your gynecologist. Luckily they have a spot open in thirty minutes. You tell Stiles and you head to the doctor. You go inside and wait for them to call you back. You look around at all of the other women, most of them pregnant.
You look up at Stiles and smile. He looks way out of his league. You get called back and you get set up on a bed.
The nurse gives you an ultrasound and she gathers your information. She leaves the room and Stiles looks at you. “Why didn’t she tell us anything?”
“Nurses aren’t allowed to tell genders or anything. Doctors do that.” You smile. He nods in understanding as the doctor walks in. She introduces herself to Stiles and begins the second ultrasound. “Well..it looks like you’re having a boy.” You smile at Stiles. He’d guessed that in the waiting room. “Oh! Two boys.” She smiles at you.
“Wait..two?” You look at her wide-eyed and she nods.
You hear a loud thump and when you look over Stiles is on the floor. He fainted. You roll your eyes and look at the doctor. “Two…for sure?” She nods and you groan. One was overwhelming but two?“
“I’ll go get the pictures and I’ll let you two talk.” She leaves the room. You swing your leg over the table and kick Stiles. He groans and stands up. “Two boys.” He looks at you like he might pass out again.
“I just turned 18 and I’m going to have two sons.” He covers his eyes with his hands.
You scoff. “You’re worried about you? Stiles I’m 16 and having two sons. I’m not even a senior yet.”
He turns to face you and takes your hand. “You’re right..I’m sorry.” He kisses your forehead. “We definitely need to talk to my dad…wow. Twins.”
He sits in the chair beside you. He zones out when the doctor comes back in.
“Well, Y/N, you’re about 26 weeks. Here are your ultrasound pictures.”
She hands you pictures of your babies. You look at them and suddenly nothing else matters. A flip has switched in you. You smile softly as you look at the two babies nestled next to each other. You are no longer a teenager. You’re a parent. All it took was a doctor’s appointment.
You schedule an appointment for a check up before leaving. You get in the car with Stiles and you hand him the pictures. You see the same emotions flash through his eyes that went through your head. You see his demeanor change and you know these babies were not an accident.
“It’s so much different seeing it as a picture instead of on a screen.” He says in amazement. He places a hand on your belly. “Hey little dudes. It’s your daddy.” You watch him as he rubs your stomach and you smile.
Stiles Stilinski is the love of your life and the father of your children.
You invited everyone over to update them on the pregnancy. “So, do you have pictures of the ultrasound?” Lydia asks.
You nod. “You can’t see them yet.”
She groans. “I want to see the little Stilinskis.” She pats your bump. You laugh and follow her into the living room. You sit beside Stiles and he wraps an arm around you.
You’d been a bit sick after coming home from the doctor. It was normal, nausea and a headache.
He kisses your forehead. “How are you, baby girl?” You melt at his pet name.
“Much better.” You peck him on the lips and lay your head on his shoulder.
“So..we’re having a boy.” Stiles grins as everyone claps with excitement. “There’s more..we’re having two boys! Talk about good sperm, huh babe?” He nudges you and you move away from him.
“You’re such a boy.” You smack his arm.
“Can we see the ultrasound pictures?” Lydia asks and you hand them to her. Everyone crowds around her and looks.
Scott walks over and sits beside Stiles. You hear the two of them talk but you’re distracted by your thoughts. You think about your future, how you and Stiles will provide for your babies. You wonder how many jobs the two of you will have to work while maintaining good grades in school.
You’re pulled out of your thoughts by a sudden movement. “Oh my god, babe! Babe, the babies are kicking!” You smile at him and he whips his head towards you. He immediately places both hands on your stomach. He gets up and squats in front of you. He puts his head on your stomach and whispers. “Hi, it’s your dad here.” You smile at your dork of a boyfriend. “You both are going to be so spoiled and so loved.” He rubs circles on your belly. “You’re lucky to have the mommy you do, too. Now, if you could kindly stop kicking her that’d be great.”
“Stiles don’t smart off to our babies.” You laugh.
“I’m just getting them used to it.” He grins up at you. “Our babies have to have a sense of humor, right?”
oq prompt: roland comes to storybrooke when he's older and finds regina visiting robin's grave
They have a place back home, a small area
marked off by a circle of stones in the ground, that they go to remember his
father. His bow rests against the thick bark of an oak tree that Robin often
sat beneath, bouncing Roland on his knee and telling him stories of the forest
and the secrets it keeps. He sits there often now – once a day, at least – and tips
his head back against the dark wood to cast his eyes to the sky as he breathes
in the smells his father had, listens to the gentle trickle of the nearby
stream, laughs at the idiocy of his father’s men as he knows Robin himself once
did. It never fails to allow him to feel that connection to his papa and, he
supposes, this is her version of that.
She’s kneeling before a thick grey stone –
larger than most of the others that surround it – with a hand pressed to it.
Her head is bowed, the distance between them not great but certainly
substantial and it’s been years since he’s laid eyes on her – he’s searched for
many years for a means of communicating with her but never found anything until
now – but he knows without a doubt that it is her. He can feel it.
His feet lead him without conscious thought,
silent in the soft grass but she lifts her head when he stands not four feet
away from her and those dark eyes find him and he feels emotions so strong that
they threaten to choke him with the nearness of her.
The words fall from his lips as easily and as
smoothly as if he’d planned them as he teases gently – hopefully – “I see my
sneaking hasn’t much improved.”
It takes her a moment – it’s been almost two
decades since he left, since his father’s death – but, after a moment, she
gasps and brings the hand on his father’s grave to her lips as her eyes grow
wide and shine with tears he thinks weren’t far from the surface anyway. “Roland?”
and it has his own eyes filling.
“I didn’t think you’d remember me,” he
confesses because a small voice in his head had told him to stop with the
ridiculous belief that she would but he can see it, that warmth that only he
was allowed in the missing year, it’s there instantly as she rocks back onto
her heels and pushes herself to her feet with a fluidity he’s surprised – but not
really – that she still holds.
“How could I not?” she chuckles wetly as she
finally reaches him and presses her hands to his cheeks, shaking her head as
she lets her eyes roam over his features. “You look so much like him.”
“John says the same all the time,” he laughs,
hands curling around her arms with arms bent and left to hang in the space
between them. “He says I’m handsomer though,” he tips his head up to the sky
and laughs, “sorry papa.”
She’s laughing but those tears are falling
faster and his own emotions are only building as he looks her over now. She’s
just as pretty as he remembers, just as pretty as his papa always said she was
and though there’s a sadness in her eyes, there’s a happiness too, a freedom
that he’s glad to find. He goes easily and willingly when she pulls him into a
“You smell the same.”
“So do you,” she chuckles as she turns her face
to press a kiss to his temple that only has him holding her tighter. “I’ve
missed you, sweetheart.”
“Not as much as I’ve missed you,” he replies
before turning to press his face into the crook of her neck, “not as much as I’ve
missed you, my Majesty.”
“Yoongi it’s late…Where are you going?” She mumbled, her voice drowsy from sleep. She was right, it was already passed midnight and the bustling city had died down into soft uneven beeps and roaring of car engines. In fact morning should be showing up anytime soon.
“I’m going to the studio, the boys will also be there. Just wait alright, maybe I’ll be home earlier tonight.” I said as I slipped on some jeans and a large black hoodie that reeked of her. She must’ve been wearing it again. Knowing she wears my clothing when I’m not around brought a joyful sadness that tied knots in my stomach. “Okay…be safe.” She yawned out before she fell back into her slumber. Before I left her bedroom I took a quick glance at her body, how her arms clasped around one of the pillows. Is that suppose to be me?
Drunkenly I stumbled into her apartment. The pile of keys and keychains clattering on the wooden floorboards. Placing my finger against my lips I shushed them to be quiet, not wanting to wake up my dearest. A smile spread across my lips as her sleeping figure crossed my image. Of all the things about her, her sleeping figure was my favorite. It was a reminder how peaceful things can be.
“Yoongi?” Her voice was drowsy again when was the last time I had heard her voice full of energy? Her body was wrapped in a white nightgown, her hands rubbing at her eyes. She looked so adorable I think I might even change my favorite image of her to this one.
“Ow baby~” I sang out spreading my arms wide open, kicking my shoes off I stumbled towards her, almost tripping on my way to her. The dark scenery behind her, the closed curtains and the lights turned off, made me realize how late it actually was. “Baby, I’m so sowy, I pomis to…” I knitted my brows in order to find the right words, but I couldn’t find any. Cold hands cupped my burning red cheeks drawing attention back on her face. “Let’s go to bed,” she whispered. I slowly nodded my head. Her fingers laced with mine as she guided me to her bedroom, a quiet and short journey I never want to live without.
The chirping of the birds sounded like screams. Groaning I moved around in bed, my arms searching for something that wasn’t there. Slowly opening my eyes I looked to my side to find nothing but pillows and the other half of the blanket. Furrowing my eyebrows I slowly and carefully got up, trying my best to keep everything in that I consumed the other night. As I opened the bedroom door I was greeted with the smell of spices. Shuffling through the hall and into the living room I turned to look at the open kitchen where she was humming one of my songs. Her hips, though covered in a wide shirt, swayed from left to right. Ah, maybe this is my favourite image.
“Morning.” I grumbled. Grabbing one of the island chairs and dragging it across the floor causing my to cringe at the loud noise. Groaning loudly I took a seat. The second I sat at the kitchen island a bowl was gently placed down in front of me. Surprised I look up only to see the back of her once again. “Aren’t you going to eat as well?” She slowly shook her head. “I to get ready.” “Where are you going?” Her soft chuckle, though it triggered my headache, brought warmth to my heart. Turning on her heels she gave me a warm smile and pointed at the clock “I have school, did you forget?” I glanced at the clock and back at her. What should’ve been a decent morning suddenly crashed.
There were deep and dark bags under her smiling eyes, in fact her whole appearance looked like she could crumble and fall with a simple touch. How come I only now noticed this?
“Hyung!” Jungkook called out from behind the studio door.
“Come in.” The door cracked open revealing a photo shoot ready Jungkook, he was just training a couple of minutes ago. “Yah, don’t you look fancy. Where are you going?”
“Oh, Y/N is here to pick me up to go to the movies.” My ears perked up.
“Y/N?” I asked.
“Yeah, she asked me to give you this,” Jungkook revealed a plastic bag from his back. Still a bit confused I grabbed the bag “uh, thanks.” I mumbled.
“No problem, talk to you later okay?” Nodding once more I watched how Jungkook disappeared. Blinking a couple of times I looked down at the bag, lazily opening it up to show the contents of it. The bag was filled with medicine and sweets and on top of it all was a pink sticky note. Reaching for it I pulled it out of the bag and read what was written on it;
Take care of yourself and have some sweets!
I believe in you!
A wave of sorrow crashed into me, with my other free hand I clasped it around my mouth in order to keep myself from crying. Perhaps it was because of Jungkook or the bag or the mix of both that I realized my own girlfriend never asked to come home early or asked to make time for her. Even though I am always cooped up in my studio or at work, even though I barely have any time for her, she never once acted selfish. Is it because she knows that once this is all over the time I couldn’t spend with her will be made up in the end?
I didn’t realize that tears were dripping down my face and over my hand. Letting out a choked out sob I started to crumble into a ball. God, she’s amazing.
Surprised she was. Clutching at the fabric of her shirt she let out a heavy sigh. “Don’t scare me like that!” She pouted, causing me to chuckle. Placing her bags down and taking off her coat and shoes she walked towards me with a raised eyebrow.
“I thought you were working till late.”
“So did I, but I decided to come home early and surprise you.”
Her features contorted into a thankful look followed by a soft smile.
“Surprise you did.” She whispered out as she fell into my arms, her fingers playing with the sides of my hair. My arms wrapped around her waist pulling her even closer as we swayed to a silent song. The love in her eyes almost made me break down, or maybe it was for the bags under her eyes that seemed to grow bigger.
“Yoongi?” She whispered out.
“You know how much I love you right?” I whispered back, the sudden affection causing her to look down in embarrassment and chuckle. The action made my heart stutter and I couldn’t help but press my lips against the top of her head. Not wanting to move away from her I began to mumble against her hair.
“You know how much you mean to me right?”
“What is all of this, Yoongi?”
“Y/N…” I pulled her closer if possible, taking in her scent before letting out a deep breath. “Just wait okay? Soon the boys and ! will be big, so big that you’ll hear on the streets ‘those bangtan boys, they are famous!’ Just wait okay? Soon you can be proud of your own man.”
She chuckled even more, her body shifting so that she can look up to me. “But Yoongi, I am already proud of you.” I tried my hardest to suppress a smile. Shaking my head slowly I ghosted my fingers across her face and let them go back to their original position.
“I don’t think you get it Y/N.” With knitted eyebrows she looked confused at me. “Let me make this simpler. Soon you can be proud of your husband.” Her eyes slowly widened with shock and in the corners I could see tears building up. “Just wait okay?” Hiding her face in my chest she nodded.
Summary: Scotty has been pining for who knows how long, is he
going to take advantage of this birthday celebration or just let another
opportunity pass him by?
Word Count: 845 words
A/N: This little piece is especially for
the lovely Alex @youre-on-a-starship) on her birthday. I know
you are in a Scotty hole right now so I hope this helps (or doesn’t). Happy Birthday Sweetie. xx
Montgomery Scott would
be the first to say he didn’t do well with people. It’s not that he wasn’t a likable guy, far
from it, he just couldn’t work them out.
Truth be told he was far more comfortable with machinery where a certain
action would bring about an inevitable and predictable reaction. People weren’t like that he mused as he
sipped on his drink watching the merriment surrounding him, all the crew
members there to celebrate your birthday.
His eyes scanned the room and inevitably fell upon you and his heart
constricted in his chest. You were
smiling, laughing at something someone had said and it was as if you were
emitting more light and energy than any sun he could think of. Ever since you had joined the crew he had
been drawn to you, caught in your gravitational pull and he didn’t have the
first clue what to do about it. Your
eyes met for a moment and he was lost in your smile, the soft one that he felt
was reserved for him, the one that seemed to come from your cheeks and made your eyes that little bit brighter. He had never seen you smile at anyone else
that way but maybe he was just letting his imagination get the better of
him. Raising his glass you nodded at him
before your attention was stolen by McCoy and the moment between you broken.
emma just wanted to quietly enjoy tequila and loneliness on valentine’s day. killian just wanted a beer and some solitude. they most definitely didn’t want to see each other.
a (very) belated exes on valentine’s day fic with a splash of national margarita day.
cs modern au / ~3,500 words / rated T / Now on AO3
It’s really a little sickening all things considered. The chubby babies with wings and the hearts made out of lace and the flowers. The flowers that make her eyes water and her nose tickle from the pungent smell. And don’t even get her started on the cheesy cards and overpriced candy and the feelings. There’s a reason they also call it Single’s Awareness Day.
There’s no room for love when you’re drinking your second strawberry margarita a little after noon on a Tuesday.
Jesse’s Bar and Grill is just grubby enough to warrant such a promotion on a holiday - buy one tequila fueled mistake, get one free. So Emma calls in sick - she would undoubtedly be sick by the end of the day, so that wasn’t technically a lie - and ditches the paperwork for a more enjoyable companion.
She’s playing with the condensation dripping down the side of her mug, contemplating whether or not to get a basket of onion rings, when a moment of inconsequential chance changes everything.
A man walks into the bar.
Or more specifically, her ex-boyfriend walks into the bar.
ive seen alot of people being weirded out by the fact that hak just, blurted out “i love you” randomly out of nowhere. and while i was surprised at the timeing and how he said it, i dont find it “out of nowhere” as it may seem, i think within the contest of whats happening it kind of makes sense
Hak and Yona have just lost everything ALL OVER AGAIN. theyre family is being held captive and will be killed if they dont succeed. and here he is, being forced to bring Yona directly into the lion den, holding a meeting with Soowon. the same Soowon that tried to have them killed, and for reasons he doesnt know hasnt tried again, but its not like Hak can trust him to continue with this odd grace especially with Yona’s life in danger. but the worst part of this is that. lets say the meeting doesnt go well, and Yona dies, then the Dragons and Yun die as well AND the two countries go to war. or if Hak manages to save Yona, the Dragon and Yun are STILL to be killed and the countries wage war.
Hak is walking in a razers edge right now, and he’s definintly not fairing much better than Yona is but hes doing what he always does: being strong for her. i mean we had NO idea how badly Hak was also tramatized by Il’s murder until he had his complete mental and emotional breakdown in chapter 91 and that was UGLY, and hurtful and raw. Hak is defininelty hurting and terrified out of his mind right now. he could very well be sending Yona (and himself) directly to their deaths, as well as dooming their family. there is very little hope of their survival except a miracle
so thats whats happening on Haks end now here comes Yona’s end. now this is important. yona has been concerned with hak and his mental well being and wanting to be strong so that he can rely on her for a very very long time, and we as the reader are aware of this face, but! this is the VERY FIRST TIME EVER that Yona has said this outloud and to Hak’s face ever!!!
i mean every other time she has had these thoughts of wanting to protect Hak and support hak they have been internal. in chapter 76 when Yona makes a promise to herself to make Hak smile more, in chapter 82 when she vowed to wanting to get stronger to fight by haks side and watch his back, in chapter 92 when Yona was moved to tears over Haks pain and sadness and prayed to the Gods to take his pain away. or in chapter 124 when she realized she might not be able to let Hak go. We have see this protectiveness and wanting to care for haks wellbeing grow out of Yona but she has never told hak how shes felt these things
the closest thing she ever came to telling him was in chapter 110 when she gave him that necklace and told him directly that she wished for goodfortune and happiness onto haks life. and we saw what a huge reaction we got out of Hak out of that statement.
so it doesnt surprise me when Hak is terrified out of his mind of losing everything all over again, including the woman he loves while trying to be strong for her since shes clearly terrified as well.and unlike last time where yona was immature, and a bit selfish at times, and never offered any comfort for hak over his trauma from that awful night, shes a much more mature person as well as knows Hak much better and she knows now that hes not as put together as he sees to be. so when she turned around and comforts him for a change, for the first time ever, as well as telling him that he can lean on her for comfort and that SHE is there for HIM. i can totally see why he fell apart just a little. in the same way he kissed her in chapter 98 before going to face an entire army alone. i think this was hak having a weak moment of “were going to die i have to tell her” type thing, but then refused to repeat it once said.
Prompt: When an early bird and a womanizer are roommates, they come up with a scheme that favors both of them. But some things are not as clear as they seem
Pairing: Buckyx Reader
Warnings: None that I can think of *If you do feel triggered by something, let me know so I can add here and warn other readers!
Word Count: 748
Author’s Note:As always, if you see any words that could/should be replaced or sentences that could be better put together please feel free to point it out! English is not my first language and this will help me improve ;)
Part 1 — Part 10 Final
The sound of the door opening made you both step back, Bucky letting go of your arm and your whole face growing red when you saw Dot staring at you both, the paper from today, that she had probably went out to buy, on her hand
- Reyna and Annabeth bond over their love of hot chocolate and hot-messes-of-friends who are trying (and failing) to run the demigod camps
- Reyna doesn’t like Annabeth that much when they first meet
- She can’t understand how anyone so smart would date that sweet, kind-hearted doofus child named Percy Jackson
- She eventually grows to love Annabeth’s sense of humour and smile and witty intelligence
- Annabeth doesn’t understand why Jason never dated Reyna (she’s super strong, crazy smart, beautiful, kind, stubborn)
- Doesn’t understand until she hears Jason’s stories of trying to set Reyna up with a couple of girls in the legion
- For which, he says, he got smacked in the back of the head
- “how was I supposed to know she didn’t want me to set her up with a cute girl after she told she was gay? I’m her best friend, that’s my JOB.”
- Annabeth is a little surprised, but then she notices Reyna staring at Calypso’s butt and getting a little discombobulated whenever a really cute girl talks to her
- Annabeth finds herself flirting with Reyna just to mess with her
- Reyna is slightly offended but also not because a cute girl is flirting with her
- Percy has changed a lot since their trip through Tartarus
- Annabeth and Percy slowly drift apart after the war with Gaea
- They start fighting a lot and they can’t figure out what’s wrong
- They’re not really sure why, but they end up going their separate ways
- Reyna is the first person Annabeth goes to after the breakup
- She holds Annabeth as she cries, wraps her up in a blanket, makes her some hot chocolate, and calls Hazel and Piper over for a girls’ night
- They don’t ask questions, they just bring takeout and feel good movies over to Reyna’s quarters and they all cuddle together on the couch and watch movies
- Annabeth is squished closest to Reyna and she falls asleep with her head in Reyna’s lap
- Piper and Hazel take over Reyna’s bed (Reyna doesn’t ask any questions)
- Reyna doesn’t have the strength to wake Annabeth up, so she ends up falling asleep with her hand tangled in Annabeth’s hair
- She wakes up early with Annabeth curled around her and snoring softly, so she goes back to sleep
- Piper and Hazel wake them up while whispering and giggling and just being super attached to each other (Reyna finds it so cute it’s gross)
- Annabeth slowly removes herself from Reyna and apologizes for grabbing on so tight
- Reyna doesn’t mind one bit, but she just tells Annabeth “it’s fine, I totally understand. If you need anything, just let me know”
- And Piper gives Reyna a knowing smirk but Anabeth just smiles shyly and thanks her
- Reyna and Annabeth start spending a lot of time with each other over the next few weeks
- Reyna tells herself it’s only because Annabeth needs a friend, but she lets Annabeth cuddle with her whenever she needs to
- Annabeth is so thankful for Reyna and for some reason she’s started to notice a weird tingling feeling in her stomach whenever she sees Reyna??? and she doesn’t know why
- Annabeth finds herself really really looking forward to their movie nights and hot chocolate dates and walks through New Rome
- They don’t fall asleep on the couch anymore, now they have the frame of mind to lay down on the bed when they start to fall asleep during the movie
- Annabeth and Reyna both wonder to themselves if this is how normal best friends act, if normal best friends cuddle and fall asleep together in bed
- They both decide that it has to be normal, there’s nothing weird about it
- One day Annabeth grabs Reyna’s hand and pulls her along to make her walk faster so they can get to Leo’s party faster and the contact makes Reyna’s stomach flip
- When they finally get to the party, Reyna interlaces their fingers and looks at Annabeth to make sure it’s okay and Annabeth just smiles really big and runs her thumb over Reyna’s hand and everything’s just right
- A few weeks pass and they don’t really discuss it or mean to but their relationship gets a lot more touchy
- They’re not afraid to grab each other’s hand or to hug each other randomly and they no longer question if it’s weird to cuddle with your best friend
- Neither of them know exactly what their relationship is
- Reyna wants the relationship to be more than just friends, but she doesn’t want Annabeth to think she was just using her the whole time
- And Annabeth is so fucking in love with Reyna it’s not even funny and when she realizes it she tells herself that she really needs to tell Reyna before she does anything stupid and scare Reyna off because it’s possible that Reyna has no romantic feelings for her whatsoever and she doesn’t want to overstep her bounds
- Reyna plans to ask just what in the world their relationship actually is one night during movie night
- Which is also the same night Annabeth was planning on asking Reyna out on a date
- So they’re both super hella awkward that night and can’t figure out why the other person is acting so weird
- Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano, Praetor of Camp Jupiter and Daughter of the war goddess Bellona actually gets nervous and trips over her words and spills popcorn and Annabeth can’t help but laugh at this beautiful and adorable dork in front of her
- Annabeth Chase, Daughter of the Wisdom goddess Athena herself, can’t quite gather up the courage to say anything before the movie starts
- Reyna doesn’t pay any attention at all to the movie and when Annabeth asks her a question about it she doesn’t even know what was said or what’s going on
- Annabeth waves a hand in front of her face “Reyna? Are you okay? You look a little si-”
“I love you.” Reyna blurts out before she can stop herself
- Annabeth is taken aback and isn’t really sure what to say and Reyna is freaked out by her silence and then proceeds to disentangle herself from Annabeth and tries to get up from the couch all while apologizing profusely and saying that of course she misread the signs and that she’ll go back to her own place and that Annabeth never has to see her again
- But then Annabeth smiles and grabs ahold of Reyna’s hand and pulls her back to the couch, intertwining their fingers
- They’re both silent for a few moments as Reyna tries to avoid looking anywhere but directly at Annabeth and she’s expecting to hear that Annabeth loves her too, that she always has, but only as a friend
- When she finally looks at Annabeth she sees Annabeth staring at her lips
- And suddenly Reyna is excited and extremely confused
- Annabeth opens her mouth to reply with “I love you t-” but before she can finish Reyna’s mouth is on hers and it’s basically the best thing ever
- She really likes grabbing at Reyna’s flannel and Reyna really likes grabbing at Annabeth’s hoodie and it’s a lot to take in all at once
- They eventually need air and when they break apart they realize that Reyna somehow ended up straddling Annabeth’s hips and that Reyna’s flannel shirt is gone and Annabeth’s hand is on Reyna’s stomach
- Reyna rests her forehead on Annabeth’s and whispers “I love you so much”
- Annabeth whispers “I love you too” in between gentle kisses and while running her hand over Reyna’s abs
- For some reason Piper shows up at Annabeth’s door the next morning, banging on it incessantly before unlocking it herself and following a trail of clothes to Annabeth’s bedroom to find Annabeth and Reyna peacefully sleeping in the bed, curled around each other and very much clothes-less
- Piper clears her throat and scares the absolute shit out of both women in the bed
- Annabeth almost falls out of the bed
- Then she proceeds to yell at Piper for five minutes while Piper laughs and Reyna sits back and just smiles at her girlfriend and best friend
- After allowing just enough verbal abuse towards Piper, Reyna snakes an arm around Annabeth’s stomach and peppers kisses across her shoulders, trying to calm her down
- Annabeth is startled and not amused “Rey! Piper is RIGHT THERE” and when Reyna just pulls her back towards the mattress to hug her close Annabeth tries to glare at Piper but she’s having a hard time and instead just manages to get out the words “Go away now and don’t tell anyone and we’ll forget this happened”
- Piper giggles and says “Bye love birds”
- When they finally make it out of bed and into the public to eat lunch, Hazel winks at Reyna and high fives Annabeth, Jason shouts “IT’S ABOUT TIME” from across the pavilion, Leo shouts something inappropriate and Piper and Hazel have to hold back Annabeth and Reyna so they don’t attack him, Calypso smacks Leo and then congratulates them, and everyone goes to see Frank for some reason and it looks like money is changing hands, but Reyna decides not to ask what’s going on
- They’re just really cute together
- They steal each other’s clothes and cuddle a lot and they love to watch movies together and drink hot chocolate and kiss a whole bunch
- Annabeth knows judo and Reyna asks her to teach her some
- It becomes one off their favourite couple activities
- A few years later, Reyna retires and decides to go to college in New Rome
- The retirement ceremony is really beautiful and Piper and Annabeth and Leo all cry while Hazel hugs them all and playfully rolls her eyes at Reyna
- Reyna is happy to pass the job on to Frank, she knows he’ll be fantastic at it
- Frank is really happy and definitely the captain of the Reynabeth ship
- Piper insists that she’s the captain, and they argues so Leo and Reyna suggest they just co-captain the ship
- They finally agree to it
- Annabeth is the one to propose to Reyna
- She does it at none other than the coffee shop where they love to have hot chocolate dates
- Of course Reyna says yes and there’s lots of hugging and cheering and kissing
- THEY ADOPT SO MANY DOGS AND THEY END UP WITH LIKE FOUR KIDS AND THE RAMIREZ-ARELLANO-CHASE FAMILY IS SO FUCKING CUTE
Summary: Bucky seeks out your help for drawing lessons…even though he already knows how to
Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Reader
Word Count: 786
A/N: This is just a shit ton of fluff and it’s mostly in Bucky’s Point of View. I needed a little break from Sweetheart, that shit’s hard! BUT there will be an update sometime this week! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“How the hell do I talk to her?” I whispered harshly to Sam who was sitting beside me, I hate to admit it but I was using him as a sort of shield between me and Y/N
“Who? Y/N?” He asked loudly, him and his stupid fucking face, but luck was on my side today because she didn’t seem to hear him.
The mundane restaurant is going to close soon,
in about fifteen minutes, and Alec still has no idea what he’s going to do. He
should go back to the loft, where Magnus waits with his soft touches and gentle
kisses, but he can’t. If he does Magnus will know somethings wrong. He’ll get
him to admit the fight he just had with his mother and then he’ll want to help
him. Alec doesn’t want that, he doesn’t want to burden his boyfriend. He’s already
dealt with so much in his long life. Alec doesn’t want to be the cause of more
pain and uncertainty. He can’t.
That is how he finds himself in a lone booth
in a mundane diner, eating a meal he’s not hungry for. He didn’t want to go to
a bar, the memory of his previous alcohol fiasco still fresh in his mind, but
he also can’t go back to the institute. They argued and yelled, and it was
awful. How can she say he’s ruining his life? How can she threaten to take Max
away? How can she say those things? He’s so happy and his life is good. Magnus
is good. Magnus is everything. Why can’t she see that?
Alec sighs as the waitress comes over and
tells him he has to pay now and leave. He does just that and makes his way out
of the restaurant. Where can he go? There’s- Unless… The Shadowhunter quickly
opens his phone and dials a number. It rings for a few prolonged seconds,
probably due to the late hour.
“Luke?” Alec asks as the phone
picks up. “It’s Alec.”