BTS Reaction - When their daughter gets jealous of affection/requested
Anonymous said: Bangtan reaction when their little daughter gets jealous of him when they kiss or hug their wife(kid is their both) ^^ Hope you get what I mean 😂
HANDS DOWN CUTEST REACTION I’VE DONE im cryin
“I’ll see you later, babe.” Jungkook said as he pulled you close to him and kissed your lips. There was a small whimper below the two of you and Jungkook looked down, spotting his daughter staring up at the two of you with a pout on her face. He leaned down to pick her up, and planted a big kiss on her chubby cheek.
“Aw, there’s no reason to get mad. Daddy loves you just as much.”
You were making breakfast for yours and Namjoon’s three year old daughter, Seol, when he walked in and playfully grabbed you by your wrist. He pulled you into a quick kiss, and interlocked your fingers before planting a kiss on your knuckles. Your daughter squealed and said, “Daddy, no!”
“Oh, why not? She was mine first,” he laughed before hoisting your daughter up and kissing her forehead.
He had just gotten back from tour and you were standing at the gate of his plane, gripping yours and Hoseok’s four year old daughter’s hand. His mom stood slightly behind you, also anticipating Hoseok’s return. When you saw him, you said to your daughter, “Stay with grandma, Na Ri.” Before rushing to your husband and hopping into his arms. Fingers interlocked, your daughter ran from his mom and stopped short before saying, “I want you to hug me like you hugged mommy.”
“Of course, baby. I missed you so much.” Hoseok said with his arms wide open, then wrapping up his daughter in hugs and kisses.
It was early morning, and you and Jimin were awake and laying in bed. You were still sleepy and kept turning over and burrowing into your husband. He put his arm around you and held you close, before kissing your head. All was quiet before the two of you heard a little voice say,“Can you snuggle me like you snuggle with Mommy?”
“C’mere, baby girl. We’ll snuggle with ya.”
The two of you had just finished doing the dishes when he got a call from the studio asking him to come in and finish up some choreography. He agreed, and kissed you before gently pulling you into a hug while mumbling, “Sorry, I’ll be back soon.” Your twin daughters started to giggle and kept looking at their parents. Jin smiled and hugged his little girls tightly.
“What are you two laughing at? I can’t give my love a kiss and a hug?”
You were helping your husband pack for the beginning of a short leg of the Wings Tour. He’d be back in two weeks - but it stunk going that long without him. You held your one year old daughter in your arms as you handed Tae a folded shirt. “I know you’re upset, I won’t be gone very long, I promise.” He said, pulling you towards him and kissing your lips. Your daughter began to whimper, signaling that she was about to cry. Taehyung laughed and brushed the hair from his daughter’s forehead.
“What, sweetheart? Are you going to miss me too, baby? I’ll be back soon, I promise.” He said, making funny faces at his daughter to try to cheer her up.
The three of you were in the car on the way to a doctor’s appointment. Today was the day you were getting an ultrasound to check on your second child’s health. You and Suga decided it would be okay to have your four year old come along to see her baby brother. During the car ride, Suga held tightly onto your hand and your baby girl blurted, “Daddy, I want you to hold my hand like that.”
Suga laughed and reached into the back seat to take hold of his little girl’s hand for the duration of the car ride. “See? All better.”
Hello,what at do you think about Gray willing to use lost iced shell? Did he know he was going to use it when he promised Juvia an answer?
No, I truly don’t think he had planned to use it at all at that time.
To me, this does not look like the face of a man who is thinking, “yeah, I’m going to kill myself, and erase myself from Juvia and everyone’s memories forever. Can’t wait!”
No, to me, he looks happy and confident. He had something else planned to defeat both END and Zeref (and I hope we see Gray properly fight in the next few chapters to finally show off more of his devil slaying magic). Plus, if he had intended all along to use lost iced shell, there would be no reason at all for him to bring up Juvia’s feelings, and tell her to expect an answer after the war. If he was planning on sacrificing himself, he would never have broached the subject in the first place, because there would have been no “after the war” for him.
So, I think he learned Lost Iced Shell during Avatar as a last resort move. Should everything go to shit, well then, at least he could always fall back on this. And the fact that he upgraded it, so that his memory would be forgotten, was out of consideration for his friends, and certainly for Juvia. He knew it would hurt them, and that was always his biggest reason to not use it previously.
That’s why I firmly believe this doesn’t have any connection/affect chapter 453 at all, or the promise to give Juvia an answer. I feel like Mashima wasn’t thinking that deeply about any of this beyond: 499 (and the aftermath, with Gray going on a rampage) was meant to show how much Gray cares about Juvia, and strongly hint at his reciprocal love for her; while 522 and 523 were meant to patch up the rift created by Gray and Natsu attacking each other/redeem Gray for targeting Natsu for being END, and show how much Gray loves Natsu/show that these guys truly are best friends.
So, Gray’s attempted sacrifices in chapters 499 and 523 were meant to highlight Gray’s most important relationships: The one with the girl he loves, and the one with his best friend. That’s it.
In any case, I’m just glad Natsu is always there (whether physically, or as a reminder in Gray’s head) to stop Gray from performing iced shell, because really, Gray? Really? (and really, Mashima? Iced shell? AGAIN?) I get the rationale behind it, but if he thinks magically removing himself from people’s memories would seriously ever really fully work (especially on someone like Juvia), then he is sadly mistaken lol.
EXO Reaction when a fan they met at a fan meeting becomes a new idol year later
Xoxo, Ara~ /I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise/
*Composes something for you* “She supported me so much, I should do the same. I hope she likes this song… would be nice to hear her sing it”
*Always shows his support and admiration* “You did it man! You made it so far, I’m proud of you!”
*Enjoys the music so much* “Woah~ So good… that face looks familiar tho… wasn’t she.. an EXO-L? Woah… our fans are so talented.. this is amazing”
*Hugs him every time he sees him at events* “Look at you! I still remember when you were a baby. Now let me hug you my friend!”
*Become friends real fast* “Hey! Are you practicing? Do you want to practice together” *And he always helps*
*Has been there since she told him she wanted to become a star* “Wow! Look at you! You look like an idol now! No… you are an idol now!”
*Gets ready for his fan and meet* “I wonder if this is okay… will he recognize me? I hope he does, it’s my turn to support him now.”
*Gives him advice from man to man* “And this is how manly man look even manlier”
*Who’s the fangirl now* “Ahhh she’ so pretty! I want to talk to her more… her music is everything!”
*Even though they aren’t that close, he knows it’s hard the way to become a star. He he is always silently supporting and slowly becomes like a mentor*
*Really excited* “Omg it’s you!!! We met remember?! I’m so happy that you are here, we’ll be best friends!”
*Everytime they ask him about you in interviews he says how proud he is of you* “We met a while ago but she never told me she was auditioning. Now that I see her here I’m so proud that she made it so far…..”
Bts reaction to his female best friend suddenly grabbing his arm and pretending he's her boyfriend to get a guy to stop flirting with her pweez
Here you go!~ I hope you like it/ this is what you would want:
“We’d look good together, right?” A man had approached you as you were waiting for your friend, Jin to pick you up from the cinema.
“W-what, ah …” He laughed at your stuttered words as he continued to hold you near the wall when finally you heard a car pull up from behind you.
It was Jin’s voice. He’d save you, thank god.
Turning to face him, Jin stood, staring at the man and smirking, he had heard his attempts to win you over, and was not impressed.
“Who are you? Can’t you see i’m busy with her here, get lost.” The man spoke and rolled his eyes, Jin stepping forward and walking over to you, pushing the guy aside as he grabbed your wrist. Pulling you to him and holding you at arms length, he brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear as he spoke, “Get in the car babe” he said lightly, kissing your forehead as he looked over to the guy.
“Hey, dude, I’m sorry, I didn’t know she was yours, I-” The man was cut off as Jin spoke lowly.
“Do that again and you’re done for.”
Staring down the guy holding your wrist as you clawed at his jacket sleeve, Yoongi slipped his hand over your shoulder.
“Who’s this babe?” He’d ask, his eyes wandering the guy’s form and his lips forming a small smirk.
“Ah, Yoongi …” You started, the guy’s grip on you loosening quickly.
Sighing, Yoongi played with your hair, looking over at the man again, “I don’t think you should be trying to play with my girlfriend- okay?”
J-Hope: Going into town with Hoseok, your best friend, was supposed to be fun. You were going to pick up some food and have a good day, yet when a man approached you and asked for your name and number, things turned bad.
“Sorry, I don’t think I should” You explained, him turning angry quickly.
“You’re a bitch. Just give me your phone.” He said, trying to take your phone from your hands.
“M-my boyfriend’s coming! Hoseok-ah!” You half yelled as he came round the corner carrying the coffee you asked him for.
“Fuck you, you’re lyin-”
“You didn’t just swear at my girlfriend did you, asshole?” Hoseok glared at the man, his usual smile turning into a frown.
“Woa- Calm- calm down no, i was … just asking for directions, ain’t that right?” The man asked you, his eyes widening.
“Hoseok! Don’t leave me again” You played on your emotions, clinging to Hoseok’s arm as he stared at the man.
The man turned and walked away quickly, Hoseok hugging you as the man looked back, Hoseok waving him away sarcastically.
RM: “No- sorr-” You said quietly as a Namjoon walked behind the man opposite you, seemingly trying to ask you out.
“Who are you?” Namjoon asked blankly, staring at the man trying to hold you hand.
“Hey, back off.” The man turned, your face reddening as he finally grabbed your hand.
“This sleazy prick …” Namjoon muttered, the man getting madder.
“Hey! Fuck yo-” The mans words were cut off as Namjoon kissed you lightly, smirking at the man as he dropped your hand.
“Sorry about him (Y/N), some guys don’t know that no means no, come on sweetheart.” He took your hand in his as the man’s jaw dropped.
Jimin: When shopping with Jimin, neither you or him expected to pick anyone up that day, yet as you were looking at clothes whilst he was paying for a new shirt, a man decided to approach you- and persistently flirt with you. As Jimin returned bag in hand, the man was still here, this time making the mistake of letting Jimin hear one of his provocative statements.
“You should back to my house, I’ve got a lot to show you-”
“Jimin!” You called, so glad to see him as he stared at the man in disbelief, his tongue in the side of his mouth, his anger seething.
“Hey, I bought you that lingerie baby” He said casually, passing his bag over to you, “It’s time to go, say bye to this friend here~” He said slyly as he slipped his hand in yours, pulling you away quickly, the man staring in disbelief; his face turning red.
V: On Tae’s day off he’d asked you to go to the beach with him, with his cute smile and small plead you’d accepted, yet when you got there it wasn’t what either of you had expected. As you walked to the beach front with Tae, an older man stared at you from his place on the sand. Both you and Taehyung had noticed, and as you became closer, the man continued to stare. Around 45 minutes later both of you had forgotten and were having fun. Tae ran to the water, as you laid on your towel, eyes closed in relaxation. A grey shadow was cast over your body as you opened your eyes, sitting up instantly as the man from earlier stared at your under-dressed body.
“C-can I help you?” You asked, locking his gaze and he smiled lightly.
“I think you can. You and me at the beach front hotel, 8pm?” He asked, painting his face with a smirk as the sand thudded quickly from behind the man.
“I don’t think so, you creep.” Taehyung’s voice filled the awkward air as he stared at the man in disgust.
His damp hair framed his face prettily as his grey t-shirt clung to his skin, the man felt intimidated by Taehyung as he knelt next to you, his hand placed lightly on your inner thigh.
“Don’t talk to my girlfriend ever again.” He said monotonously, glaring at the man who turned away quickly.
Jungkook: Coming back from cafe counter with both your and his drinks in his hands, he didn’t expect to see a random guy occupy the seat next to you, trying to engage an obviously unwanted conversation with you.
“(Y/N)?” Jungkook called out, handing you your iced drink and he stood, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
“S-see, I told you … my boyfriends here” You explained to the man as he looks up, seeing Jungkook looking directly at him expectantly.
The man stood up and fled from his seat, leaving you to explain the situation to him.
It’s been a while since I haven’t posted one with mister Jack Maynard so here we go! I really enjoy this idea though, my imagination is weird sometimes haha . By the way, sorry for not posting this week end I was spending it with my sister but here I am, with some of my own ideas again! Hope you like it my lovely bunnies (Idk what I’m on about )
walked into the shop, the paper in hand as he looked around the empty
shop. Jack was confused as he was here for his appointment in time
but not one was in the shop. Just as he made his way to the counter,
a girl showed up and as soon as she looked up, he was mesmerized. A
smile was forming on his lips as his eyes analysed her face. “Mr
Maynard , right?” He jumped out of his thoughts at the sound of her
voice. “Yeah, that’s right. You can call me Jack.” The fake
blonde boy said, a smirk showing on his lips. “I’m Y/N. I’ll be
the one tattooing you today.” She replied, smiling back and Jack
noticed the small dimples showing on her cheeks.
Y/N grabbed the paper from his hands and looked at the drawing, who
seemed to be the tattoo. “Follow me.” She ordered and made her
way to the equipment, sitting down on her stool and watched the
young attractive boy sit on the other stool and cross his arms on the
black bench, clearing used to the situation. “Are you a loyal
costumer of ours?” She asked as she was putting the plastic gloves
on and putting the transparent liquid on Jack’s toned arm. “I
actually am.” He replied, grinning up at her and his eyes suddenly
fell on her own tattoos. She didn’t have too many but still quite a
few. And it had Jack hypnotised. His eyes were watching every detail
of the three ones on her forearms. A small guitar on her right arm, a
feather with some letters on her right wrist and a date on her left
didn’t even realize that she was already sticking his skin with the
needle impregnated in black ink. But he was so used to this sensation
that he couldn’t feel any the pain anymore. His eyes were darting
over to the wall behind Y/N. Some drawings were hanging on the
wall and they were insanely good. “Did you draw that?” Jack
asked, breaking the silence in the room. And Y/N glanced over her
shoulder slightly, smiling at him. “I did.” She simply shrugged
before focusing back on the tattoo. “You’re very talented.” Jack
admitted, watching the cheeky little smile that she was trying to
hide. “I’m not sure flirting whilst you’re getting a tattoo is the
right thing to do.” Y/N joked. “Who said I was flirting?”
Jack teased and she blushed even more. And then it went silent again
only for a few minutes until Jack’s curiosity grew.
for asking but what’s the date for?” He asked, eyeing the tattoo on
her left arm. “I could ask you the same question.” She replied,
eyeing his own and Jack laughed slightly at her comment. “It’s my
birth date. Silly, I know.” Jack answered, his blue eyes meeting
her green ones. “Your turn.” He said, nodding towards her arm
again and she sighed. “It’s the date where I got my first tattoo.”
She replied, her eyes focused on the last touches of the design. “You
really love being a tattooist, don’t you?” Jack asked but it
sounded more like an affirmation. “I do.” Y/N stated,
wrapping the plastic foil around his arm as a smile appeared on her
lips. Jack was fascinated by the way her eyes were glowing at the
question, simply by her. And he was annoyed that it was done so
quickly because he had to leave and probably wouldn’t come back in a
As Y/N was putting everything away and throwing the gloves in the
bin, she looked at the tattoo, her arms crossed. “Why ‘LDN’?” She
asked, her own curiosity growing. Jack stood up as they made their
way to the counter, allowing him to pay for his new creation. “I
just love living here. This city is incredible.” Jack admitted,
glancing over his shoulder to the glass windows, were the sunset was
visible. As Jack looked back to the girl in front of him, he felt the
urge to see her again. “Will you go on a date with me?” He
blurred out, carefully watching her reaction. “Oh so you were
flirting after all.” Y/N laughed and Jack quickly joined in,
before his eyes fell on the piece of paper that she was handing to
him. Jack simply took it and his eyes darted over the number written
on it. “It was nice to meet you, Jack.” She said, smirking at him
as Jack slowly walked backwards , his eye still locked with hers.
“Nice to meet you too, Y/N.” Jack replied, smiling one more
time at her before turning around and walking out of the shop.
was already filled with excitement at the thought of seeing her
again. The tattoo girl, as he would call her.
“Um, Sherlock?” A small hand tugged at Sherlock’s dressing gown. He looked down, closing his laptop and turning to the girl. She clambered into his lap and he quirked a smile, situating her comfortably.
“What can I do for you, love?”
“Well, Mrs. Hudson said-”
“Oh dear,” muttered Sherlock. Rosie giggled.
“Mrs. Hudson said that you taught Daddy how to dance.”
“She did, did she?” He quirked an eyebrow. “Well, that is true.” He pulled a blonde strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear.
“So will you teach me how to dance?” She peered up at Sherlock, hope shining in her eyes. He chuckled.
“I’d love to teach you how to dance, Rosie.” Rosie beamed, leaping off of his lap. Her hand wrapped around one of his long fingers, tugging him out of his seat.
Hey, guys! So, it’s taken some time, but the fic is finally finished! This is dedicated to the lovely @recklesslonelyblond for sharing her wonderful story idea with me. With that in mind, requests are still open, so you can send those my way if you’d like, and I’ll gladly get to them as fast as I can. Anywho, I hope you enjoy Secrets & Vows!
Today was the day. Today would be the day you told him.
The day you would try to tell him. Again.
You frowned deeply at the thought but quickly shook it away, turning again to look at yourself in the mirror. You couldn’t help but smile shyly at the sight before you.
Your figure stood front and center, a beautiful flowing white dress draped across your physique. Atop your head, your hair lay in an elegant half up, half down do, with loose curls framing your glowing face, adorned only by a light layer of blush, lip gloss, eye shadow and mascara. Your eyes shone in happiness, seeming to bring the entire look together.
Behind you, a low whistle sounded, causing you to turn abruptly, arm raised in alarm as a relatively large rock from a few feet away sprung into the air at your call.
“Whoa, Avatar, calm down! It’s just me!”
Recognizing the voice, you lower your outstretched arm, the rock following, only to reveal none other than Clint Barton himself.
You roll your eyes.
“Really, Barton? It’s my wedding day. Can’t you call me by my name?”
“Your real name? Nah, I think I’ll stick to Avatar.”
You grumbled in irritation with a low “Bird Brain,” and then with a swipe of your hand, his hair was ruined by a strong blast of wind.
Chuckling, without a care in the world, he slung your arm through his without mentioning his newly messed up hair. With a crisp, bright smile, he gently led you to a nearby door, with large distinct images of cherubs and clouds. Through its wooden surface, the low hum of the beginning of “Hear Comes the Bride” rang clearly.
“It’s your time to shine, Avatar,” Clint cooed, his eyes glowing with brotherly affection and pride.
And suddenly, your heart grew tight with nerves.
It was finally happening. The day you had dreamed of since you had laid eyes on your husband-to-be. That fateful day, five years ago when Steve Rogers himself had fallen victim to your rescuing. The day his truthful blue eyes and concerned smile had almost made you drop the building-large boulder onto your stunned figures. The day Captain America himself had invited you into the Avengers.
The prominent lull of the organ reminded you of the nearing events, and a gentle smile quickly overtook your face. Looking at Clint, you nod giddily.
And so the ceremony went on, beautiful and small, with only the Avengers looking on, wide grins and watering eyes. By the time the priest had gotten to his closing words, there was enough water in the room for you to form a small lake.
“You may now kiss the bride,” hummed the priest, his eyes washing over the couple standing in front of him.
In return, you and Steve grinned at one another, leaning close until your lips met in a gentle embrace. After a few seconds, you both pulled away, suddenly aware of the exaggerated whooping and hollering coming from your friends.
In slight embarrassment, you bury your face in Steve’s chest. Glancing up at him from your spot, you frown lightly, a thought coming to mind.
“Steve… I have something I need to tell you…,” You cool gently.
Steve looked down at you, grinning.
“Of course. What is it, Doll?”
Your mouth opened, ready to spill out the truth of the past few months, only to be cut short by Vision’s sharp, curt voice.
“There’s been another attack in Boston!”
Immediately, Steve prickled up at the news, before pulling away. Desperately, you grabbed his wrist.
“I still have to tell you something. It’s important!” You hissed, trying to stay quiet so your friends wouldn’t hear.
“It’ll have to wait, doll! Boston needs our help,” he instructed, walking away without another word.
All you could do was follow after him, wishing that for just a few seconds, long enough for you to give him the news, he wouldn’t prioritize the world over you.
Nine hours of fighting tooth and nail sure could drain a person. When you add in the fact that most of the fighting was against robot clones, it was a surprise any of you were still standing.
The entire team treaded towards the waiting Quinjet, ready to collapse on each other and sleep.
For a while, silence wafted through the jet, only the soft snores of Wanda breaking it. You watched on affectionately, a smile passing onto your lips just as Steve stood slowly. When your gazes met, he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder and motioned to the pilot seat, where Tony lazily steered the plane back to home. Nodding in understanding, he walked away.
Almost immediately, Clint was in his seat, an arm wrapping around your shoulder. His face was tired but smiling, and he was quick to work some sleep-slurred words out of his lips.
“You did great today, Avatar. Best performance out of you in years,” he teased, trying to lighten the sleep deprived atmosphere.
“Gee thanks, Clint. Glad I met your standards,” you lull, your mood lifting slightly at his attitude.
“I’m just saying, who gets to see a pregnant woman kick that much ass on the daily? That husband of yours is one lucky man!”
Your soft giggling was radiant in the weary Quinjet, but it quickly was drawn short by a stiff voice.
“Pregnant? What is he talking about?”
Your eyes shot open wide, your gaze landing on Steve as he made his presence known. Horrified, the only thought you could process was a rather simple one.
I’m going to kill Clint.
Your heart wrenched in your chest as you watched Steve stand alone on the balcony of your room at the Avengers Facility. In the dead of night, you could only faintly see his brooding figure. Even so, you could clearly make out his tense shoulders, which only grew more tense when you stepped into the crisp night.
“Steve…,” You started, your voice trailing off when you found you didn’t quite know what to say.
Steve seemed to figure that out for you.
“How long have you known?”
At his words, you almost decided to shrink back into your room, but you firmly held your place on the breezy balcony.
“About two and a half months. I’m only a month more along, though.”
“Two and…,” Steve paused, processing this new information.
For a few seconds, he seemed deep in thought before he suddenly turned, his face showing that his thoughts had him on the brink of hysteria.
“Are you insane?! Do you even know how many missions you’ve been on in two and a half months?! Five! What if something had gone wrong? Why didn’t you tell me, (Y/N)–”
“I tried, Steve–”
“Not hard enough! You should have said something. I have every right to know! Were you just going to keep it from me until the baby came? Or worse, when something went wrong on one of the missions–”
You didn’t have time to stop yourself as your hand jerked out on reflex, and with a strong gust of wind, you flung Steve into the railing of the balcony. Looking up at him as he clung to the rail in shock, your eyes held a raging fire in the gaze.
“Damnit, Steve, I tried! Why do you think I was backing out of so many missions? It’s not my fault those five needed my expertise! And don’t act like you don’t have any of the blame in the situation!”
From his spot only a few feet away, even the darkness couldn’t hide the fact that his mouth opened as if to object. Another swipe of your hand and a thin wall of water to the face shut him down effectively.
“No, you shut up and listen!” You roared, for the first time all night not caring that you weren’t saving face.
“I understand that you’re angry. You had every right to know, and I shouldn’t have deprived you of that right. But if you get to blame me for that, than you damn well deserve some of the blame as well.
“You of all people should know how engrossed you become when it comes to this team. You begin to prioritize everything, where anything that isn’t included in the process of saving the world is thrown to the back of your mind. You do it every damn time, Steven Grant, so don’t you deny it. Now you tell me how many times I tried to approach you in these past months, but you were so focused on the mission that you brushed me off! That isn’t just a rhetorical statement. Tell me!”
Steve looked at you, his face glistening from the water and his mouth gaping like a fish. Suddenly, his mouth snapped shut, and he looked down, his eyes flitting side to side softly as he tried to think.
You, on the other hand, didn’t need to think. You knew the exact number (fourteen) and each situation. Five of those instances had been when you were hoping for some peace with Steve and were suddenly rushed to the Quinjet last minute for a mission, instead.
The other nine times were in your free time, and you had hoped that at last you would be able to share the news with your husband. Instead, said husband had decided to use the time to research further for future missions and the sudden overflow of disasters in need of the Avengers’ assistance. In some instances, you couldn’t even get a word out before Steve had offhandedly muttered something along the lines of being busy and how he would catch up with you during dinner (he didn’t).
On other occasions, you would be in the middle of telling him when he suddenly jerked in your direction, focus diverted from the files he had been reading, seeming shocked that you were even in the same room. And, once again, he pushed off the talk, his nose buried in the information that was sure to help on the next mission. You were honestly surprised he had found time for your wedding.
Steve finally looked up, his eyes cautious as he answered.
“Eight?” He asked meekly.
Your heart sunk slightly, having hoped that maybe he had noticed despite your expectations. Hurt, you shook your head in response.
“Fourteen, Steven,” you muttered with less fire than before, slowly sliding down the smooth glass of the sliding door until your butt hit the floor gently.
“I tried fourteen times. Well, I guess fifteen because I was going to try to tell you again before we got today’s mission, but–”
“But Clint accidentally said it before you had the chance…,” Steve finished, his voice also lowering until it was a quiet mumble, matching the lack of fire in your own tone.
You both paused, allowing the sudden peace to wash over the balcony, until Steve slowly walked towards you, crouching barely half an inch in front of your bent knees. Your eyes stayed locked on your hands, avoiding his gaze like it was the plague.
Evidently, that wasn’t in Steve’s agenda, for his hand reached out in only a matter of seconds, and then your eyes were looking directly into his pale blue ones. In silence, the pair of you only stared in each other’s eyes, searching for something neither of you could quite place your fingers on. After what felt like ages, Steve abruptly brought you into his arms, just in time to catch the equally as abrupt flow of tears pouring from your eyes.
In his arms, you hardly made a sound, shocked by the leaking of your own eyes. The anger you had felt only minutes before had faded, but you only felt emotionless now. You certainly saw no reason to be crying. Until Steve spoke, that is.
“I’m sorry, doll…”
His voice was shaky, laced with a subtle wave of emotion, as he clung to your body, and his large fingers dug into your waist lightly, burying his face into your neck. Only when you felt a pool of wetness forming in the dip of your collar bone–having nothing to do with your earlier water attack–did you understand your own tears, and sluggishly, your hands moved from their place in your lap to wrap around Steve’s waist. And together, you two cried.
For nearly an hour, you two had sat in a lack of silence, the breeze of the night, the chirping of birds, and your incessant crying echoed in your ears. You both had found that even when you felt you could stop crying, it was much more relaxing to just let it all out. The past few months had been stressful ones, what with you having to deal with the weight of the unexpected pregnancy and the wedding–despite it being tiny–and Steve handling the abundance of missions flowing in. In the midst of your shared crying fits, apologies had soon muttered their way into the open, each lightening the load of many burdens. Soon, you only sat in each other’s company and talked, Steve holding you firmly in his lap as a small fire burned in the palm of your hand in hopes of drying the last of your tears.
You talked about how the pregnancy was going and how you threatened the team with keeping the secret so you could be the one to tell him. You talked about how he had suddenly been so stressed out that he allowed himself to be sucked into his work. You talked about baby names and toys and colors and vacations and if the baby would have his super strength or your control of water (or maybe air). You talked about fears and hopes for your child, education plans, personality types. Everything you could think of discussing, you managed to bring up in conversation, and by the time the sun began to peak out from the horizon, there was nothing to talk about.
Or so you thought.
“Do you remember my vow?” Steve suddenly asked, both of your gazes focused on the rising sun.
Your eyebrows furrowed in thought. “Kind of. I more so remember that I cried because of it.”
Steve chuckled, resting his chin atop your head.
“Well, I meant what I said, even if you don’t remember all of it,” he cooed, shifting again so his head was resting on your shoulder, placing a short kiss on your jaw.
“I’ll love you until the end of time, whether you believe me or not,” he spoke, your mind slowly remembering the words as the ones he had spoken earlier that day. “Your insecurities and my own won’t get in the way of our love because you are precious to me in ways you’ll never understand. For the rest of my life, I’ll fight to keep us together, and I won’t let myself live in a world without you. There is no meaning if you aren’t in it.”
You smiled, blushing at the vow’s closing words, only to be surprised when his lips grew closer to yours, and he continued speaking.
“I know I can be a pain, and I know I can cause more trouble than good, but I want you to stay by my side. I’m nothing without you, and I plan on showing you that for the rest of our lives. I’ll try to stop being so absorbed in the world so long as you promise to never hold back. If you want to yell, yell. If you want to cry, cry. I’m here to endure all of it. If it means being able to stay by your side for the rest of my life, I’m willing to endure anything…”
You didn’t give him much time to continue on if he had more to say before you turned in his lap, propping up on your knees. And as the sun finally broke past the horizon line, your glowing silhouettes met in a captivating kiss.
Another battle. Another horrible, exhausting day. We approach Arkadia and I allow myself a small sigh of relief. Home. Or something like it, I guess.
The water from the shower head is warm. It’s comforting, despite the sting as it hits the many cuts and scrapes on my body. I dip my head under the flow and let it run over me. I close my eyes and fight off the memories that flash through my brain. There’s just no rest. No end to the pain. The Ground is nothing like we hoped or thought it would be.
When the water begins to run cool, I finally step out and dry off. I make my way towards our quarters, the small cabin we share. If anything is home, maybe that is.
Bellamy is inside, cleaned up and sitting at the very edge of his chair at the small table, elbows on his knees, face in his hands. He looks up as i enter and I see the small change in his face, the pained, hardened expression become just ever so slightly softer with a hint of a smile. I feel the same shift in my face, and my body reflects it. My limbs feel lighter, the tight feeling in my chest and throat loosens.
As I approach, he sits up straighter. I sit in the chair next to him. Our hands barely brush against each other, then rest side by side, softly acknowledging the relief of being back in this small, private room. It’s quiet for a while. We both need it. The longer we’re in each others presence, the more we both relax and the atmosphere of the room begins to change. Finally, I take a deep relaxing breath and turn to him. He looks at me with those deep, dark eyes and I feel warm. I can’t help but smile as I reach out to touch my hand to his cheek. He presses his face against it and closes his eyes. In that moment I realize something important. Something special. Something that I had never thought of before.
When he opens them, his brow furrows in confusion, unable to read the expression on my face. My hand moves back to my side.
Worried, he asks, “What is it? What’s wrong?” The concern in his voice makes me want to hold him, show him it’s okay. I take his hand and interlace our fingers.
“Nothing’s wrong, Bell. I just…” I trail off unsure of how to word my thoughts.
“Just what?” His voice is still concerned, but softer now.
“You make me feel safe.” I say with a tinge of confusion of my own. I’ve never put it together like this.
He stares at me, his gaze shifts from each of my eyes to examine my face and back again. He doesn’t understand.
“I’ll always keep you safe. I’ll always protect you.” He assures me, and I nod.
“Out there,” I point to the door, “We fight. Together. You have my back and I have yours, no question. But that’s not the kind of safe I mean.”
His face shifts again, more confusion.
“In these moments, when it’s just us, when there’s no-one and nothing else, I feel safe with you. Like it’s—”
“Home.” He interrupts me with a sweet and tender tone. I look into his eyes and see the warmth and trust I feel inside.
ok so i hope this doesn't come as rude but you have to recognize that ace/aro individuals don't face the same oppresion as gay/bi/trans people do. I mean, thay are valid and real but people are free to belive their representation shouldn't be a priority
there shouldn’t be “priority” between representation, they are all important. everyone, be ace/aro/gay/trans/bi/pan deserves representation.
Prompt: On the way to rescue his sister hekapoo from st olgas, tom meetsprincess marco and is so into her and her revolutionary ways he just has to save her too?
Sure! I had a lot of fun with this one and I hope you like it! It was such a cute Idea and I love the whole St. Ogal’s angle! I really wanna see St. Ogal’s Tom lol. I hope you enjoy the story!
Tom took off down the hallways looking left and right, trying to find the familiar face. He stopped when he heard a banging coming from one of the cells, like somebody was trying to break the door down. Tom smirked and rolled his eyes, that HAD to be Hakapoo. So he ran to the sound, but was drawn back when he didn’t recognize the face. Tom peered in the room and saw a brown-haired princess pounding at the door with a heavy looking candlestick. As soon as she saw Tom she held it behind her back, backing away.
“I’m not doing anything.” She lied obviously, backing further away. Tom tilted his head and then processed what she was thinking.
“Oh! No it’s okay, I’m not going to get you in trouble.” Tom promised. “I just… heard the sound and thought you were somebody else.” Tom explained. “I’m uh… I’m Tom.” Tom smiled a bit nervously through the bars in the door.
“What are you? Some sort of wayward sentry?” The princess asked. “You aren’t doing your job very well.” She accused. Tom laughed.
“No, I’m not on the St. O’s staff, I’m here on a rescue mission of sorts.” Tom explained. “You?” He asked.
“What does it look like?” She responded sarcastically. Tom blushed, assuming he should have known why a princess was there. She was quiet for a moment before looking up. “I’m Marco by the way. Princess Marco Diaz.” She introduced. Tom perked up.
“I know you! You’re the one who started the rebellion.” Tom identified. Marco nodded and slid down to the floor, sighing.
“Yeah but I got busted.” She admitted. “I’d finish the rebellion if I could get this STUPID DOOR OPEN!” Marco hissed, shooting up and kicking the door one last time. Tom watched her for a moment and played with his thumbs.
“I… I could get you out?” He offered. Marco looked up confused.
“You’d do that? How?” She asked. Tom ducked down to be next to the lock and opened the bag of things he brought with him, assuming he would need some of it to break in and out of this place. He took out a screwdriver and a fork and started working the big lock. Marco gave the demon confused looks. “A fork?” She asked, curiously.
“It’s a big lock.” Tom responded. He kept working at it.
“How long does this usually take?” Marco asked. Tom rolled his eyes.
“It’s not exactly easy.” He defended himself, and kept playing with the lock. “So how long have you been locked up here?” Tom asked, trying to break the tension. Marco shrugged and flicked the bars of her cell.
“A few weeks. Ever since the rebellion really.” She responded.
“And have you toned the fighting down?” Tom asked, meaning for it to be a joke. But the princess took it seriously.
“Not one bit. In fact I stirred up so much commotion here, half the staff left.” She said proudly. Tom smiled a little bit. “Wow that’s… actually pretty awesome.” Tom laughed quietly. “You just fight for what you think’s right, huh?” He asked. Marco nodded. “That’s pretty cool, not a lot of people would do tat. They’d be too scared of the consequences.” Tom explained. He worked the lock for about fifteen more minutes in silence until it clicked open. Tom smiled proudly and opened the door. “Okay, you’re out.” Tom smiled. Marco fled from the cell and turned to look at the demon. She beamed and pulled him close to give a light kiss on the cheek.
“Thank you, Tom.” She told him. “You served well.” She smiled. Despite being a rebellious girl, and the opposite of what St. Ogal’s wanted to make young girls, she still had a proper outward demeanor. She kept her royalty appearance and upfront attitude, but that didn’t come close to defining her whole character.
Tom blushed deeply and rubbed his cheek. “N-no problem…” He mumbled. “You need help busting out of here?” He asked. “I just need to scoop up my older sister and then we’re gonna take off, I can help you if you want? This isn’t the first time I broke into this place.” Tom explained. He kept laughing at himself and felt his face burn bright red. What was going on with him today? Tom smiled awkwardly and rubbed the back of his head.
“I don’t want to ring you out. You already helped so much.” Marco assured.
“All I did was pick a lock.” Tom reminded. Marco smiled and looked behind her, to check for guards.
“Okay, I’ll help you find you sister, and then you can help me escape the school.” Marco suggested. Tom smiled and looked victorious for getting the princess to stay.
“Sounds like a deal!” He beamed. Marco grabbed Tom’s hand and pulled him down the hall and up the stairs.
“These are the cells for the older students.” She said. “You said your sister was older, she should be here.” Marco explained. Tom went from door to door looking for the fire deity. He made a face when he came to the right cell and banged on the door.
“Hekapoo! It’s me!” He whisper-called. His sister shot up and ran to the door.
“Tom! Thank god! I’ve been rolling with these posers and I’ve just about had it.” She cried. Tom rolled his eyes when he saw she was nowhere near brainwashed. He picked the lock, it took the same amount of time as the last and let Hekapoo out. “Tom? Who is this?” Hekapoo asked. Tom looked over at Marco.
“Oh! She’s Princess Marco. I’m helping her escape.” Tom explained.
“Is she going to slow us down?” Hekapoo asked. Tom made a pleading face with his sister.
“Hekapoo please!” He whispered so the princess wouldn’t hear. “I came here to save you! The least you can do is help me out with this.” He begged. Hekapoo raised an eyebrow and looked her brother up and down.
“I think I know what’s going on here.” She smirked. “Okay, let’s go, I’m strong enough to get passed their field with my personal scissors. I made them for this exact occasion. But we might be chased, so tell your princess to keep up.” Hekapoo teased.
“Don’t worry about me.” Marco smiled, Tom grinned at her and Hekapoo opened a portal.
Teasing Harry after putting your toddler to sleep "I'm glad our son got my good looks," and he just plays along with "none of mine?" You shake your head "nope, he's lucked out got all my good looks and all he got from you was the accent, so sad"
“So that dimple he’s got, all yours?” Harry’s smirking.
“Yep,” you say with a confident nod. “All me.”
Harry snorts. “He looks nothing like his handsome daddy, does he?”
You giggle, kissing his noise. “Okay. Maaaaybe just a little. He’s handsomer though
Harry’s face scrunches up. “S'that a word?”
“I think so….”
He kisses your forehead with a chuckle. “Lets hope he doesn’t inherit your grammar skills at least.”
And imagine in the morning when your son wakes up and he’s grumpy, you smirk at Harry. “That’s another thing he got from you– your attitude.”
Imagine having to hide your relationship with Sonny while working a case with you brother, Danny
(A/N: All I can say is I’m sorry for being such a crappy blogger. I hope you enjoy this. I’m really sorry)
Imagine having to hide your relationship with Sonny while working a case with you brother, Danny
“See you both in 30,” Danny said before jogging out the squad-room.
“Seeya,” You called after him as you sat at your desk.
You watched him until he turned the corner and was out of site and then you turned back to look at Sonny, who was sitting at the desk in front of yours, facing you. You caught the final seconds of him lowering his head. He had been watching you but obviously, he didn’t want you to know that. You sighed as you watched him for a few seconds, pretending to be busy.
“Are you mad?” You asked.
“Nope,” Sonny said quickly, not looking up at you.
“You totally are,” You contradicted, “Sonny!”
“I’m not mad,” He said once again but took a breath as he was about to say something else.
“Don’t say it,” You warned, recognizing his tone almost immediately.
Hello if possible could I get an nct chenle Drabble/au for 3 & 12 and it being a beauty and the beast au.
You don’t have to do it you don’t want to though.
Please and thank you
3. “One more dance?” 12. “Don’t think I don’t notice you staring when I’m not looking.”
You glanced over at the boy sitting in the corner, alone. A
long scar drew down the left side of his facing, which he kept angled carefully
away from the crowd of dancers. The ballroom was full of swirling, giddy party
goers, and yet you couldn’t keep your eyes off the lone person in the far
“Come on, Y/N, dance with me,” another dark haired boy
suddenly crowded your line of sight, breaking it away from your focus on the
scarred boy. You turned your head in annoyance, hoping the person in front of
you would get the picture.
“Not right now, Gerald,” you snapped, trying to peer around
him. Gerald, who’s name, among other things, you despised, had been your
neighbor your whole life. And now, as teenagers, he seemed to have started
hanging around more often, content on upping his game of always smashing your
stuff and getting on your last nerve.
Gerald turned to see what you were looking at, smirking. “Really,
Y/N? The beast boy? Why would you even waste your time looking at him? Don’t
you know he likes to rip pretty girls apart for fun?”
You snorted angrily, pushing past Gerald and making your way
over to said ‘beast boy.’ You hadn’t realized what you were doing until you’d
strode all the way up to his table, and by then it was too late to back out.
When you stopped in front of him, he glanced up at you nonchalantly. This close
to him, you noticed he had a kind face; he only looked angry because the pink
skin around his scar pulled his lip up in a fake snarl.
“Do you want to dance with me?” You blurted out, not sure
that that was the line you should have started off with. He didn’t reply for a
few minutes, making you fidget nervously with the gold material of your dress.
Just when you decided he wasn’t going to answer, that you should just turn back
around and go dance with Gerald instead, the boy nodded and stood up. Without
saying a word, he took your hand and led you out to the dance floor.
You knew people were watching; somewhere in the crowd your
parents and neighbors and friends were watching, and that caused a small
crimson blush to creep into your cheeks when the boy placed his arm around your
waist and swayed along with you.
“What’s your name?” you asked him, trying to make the
“Chenle,” he replied, turning you in a large arc. During the
spin, you caught a glimpse of Gerald, his angry face tinged red. “Don’t think,
Y/N, that I don’t notice you staring when I’m not looking.”
“Wh…what?” You stuttered at Chenle’s suddenness, knowing you’d
been caught red handed. You felt your face flush even hotter.
“It’s okay, I’m used to it. Although, no one who’s stared at
me that much has ever asked me to dance with them. It’s usually so they can
laugh at me.” He spoke confidently, brushing over his scar like it wasn’t a big
deal; like other children teasing him wasn’t a big deal.
“Chenle, I would never laugh at you,” you spoke, feeling the
material of your dress brush against your legs as he swirled you again.
“I know,” he said, and you finally got to see the smile you’d
imagined light his face; it really was as kind as you’d pictured. Slowly, with
a final turn, the music faded away and you and Chenle were left clapping along
with the rest of the crowd as the musicians bowed. Once the applause was over,
a new melody struck up throughout the ballroom.
“One more dance?” Chenle asked. You felt your face break out
into a huge, splitting grin and took his hand.
Please excuse that I half assed putting my wig on but other than making the beard and buying the cloak my Obi wan cosplay is done!
Also I hope my sister doesn’t kill me for going into her room and using her mirror
Hiya! I love your blog! I'd like to request a scenario with Todoroki where his s.o's mother contacts them after not being in their life for years bc their sibling died and she blames the s.o for not saving them (their quirk would make it possible, but circumstances prevented them from using it). The mother berates the s.o, believing they shouldn't became a hero because they won't save anyone and Todoroki steps in to defend them.
Thank you very much for your kind words! I really hope I could do your request justice and that I could write it well enough!
glances up from the food on the stove when his partner’s phone go off. His love
is there a moment later and he catches the look of shocked surprise, before
their face blanks and they answer the call.
He can feel
a slight frown tugging on his eyebrows and he checks on the food to give his
partner the chance for privacy if they want it.
mom.” They say and he pauses, his gaze snapping back to them. Their shoulders
are hunched and they suddenly look smaller and their free hand grips the back of
a chair tightly.
knows what has happened in their past and how they aren’t in contact with their
mother because of it. Hearing that the woman calls his partner out of the blue
is more than just surprising.
notices the way they draw into themselves, like they try to shrink and
disappear. With a couple of steps he’s at their side, gently touching their
arm. They jolt and turn to him and he catches some of the muffled words he can
hear from the speaker of their phone.
mother talks loudly, angrily and he gives his partner a reassuring look and
quietly stretches out his hand.
hesitate before swallowing and handing the phone over. He speaks over what
their mother is about to say next, cutting them off mid-accusation.
this is Todoroki Shouto. You couldn’t be more wrong about your child and I
condemn the way you talk about them. I won’t stand for your bullshit and none
of us will answer your calls again.”
the call without bothering with anything else and puts the phone down, before
he draws his partner into a tight hug.
a moment later, their hands coming up to grip the back of his shirt and they
press their head against his shoulder.
right.” He says quietly. “You’re worth everything and you have the strength to
become who you want to be.”
sniffs and after a long moment, they exhale heavily.
that…what if she’s right?” They whisper and Todoroki shakes his head.
“She’s not you;
she doesn’t even know you after all these years. I’m very sure you will be an excellent
hero. I believe in you.”
silent for a moment. “Thank you.” His love hugs him a little tighter and stays
quiet for a while, leaning against him. Slowly, they relax a little and their
tight breaths come easier and calmer.
think I ever heard you curse before.” They suddenly murmur into his shirt and
Todoroki smiles a little, pressing a kiss to the side of their head.
quite okay yet and maybe they’ll need a while to recover from their mother’s
call, but Todoroki is sure they’ll be fine in the end and he will be there for
them, should they need him to face their doubts and fears.