Summary: Movie nights by yourself get interrupted by the one and only, Spider-Man
Warnings: none, very fluffy
Word Count : 928
Your Friday nights are usually
reserved for some time to yourself as you wind down from the school week.
Tonight you intend to binge on all the Star Wars in the spirit of the newest
one coming out in your closest budget theater. The plan is to finish the
prequels and then start the original trilogy. As the night passes by you finish
the prequels and you’re about to start the original movies when you decide to
get up and restock on snacks. When you return to your room with an armful of
popcorn and other junk-food you see the city’s favorite spandex wearing
Can I get what my boys would be like in a relationship??
your wish is my command, nonny ☺️
guys also pls to remember persona takes place in japan so normal pda usually just goes as far as holding hands!! they’re not gonna make out in public unless they’re INCREDIBLY bold
this stoic boyo can sometimes, to outsiders, come across as being a bit cold or unfeeling
which is a complete and utter misconception
not ashamed of his s/o but he probably wouldn’t mention them excessively in conversation?
just a really private dude, he likes that he gets to have this person all to himself and give them the parts of himself that he doesn’t share much with other people
that kind of emotional intimacy rly rly gets to him bc he craaaves that kind of bond with another person
probably not super big on the pda, not because of a lack of confidence but because he’d want to leave that up to his partner (& again, private boyo)
he’d be down to hold hands if they were but he doesn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable
it’s probably his first relationship tbh he didn’t really get close to people before the game but he’d still be cool as a cucumber bc that’s how he is just in general
behind closed doors tho boy is always in contact with his s/o, has a hand on their arm or an arm around their shoulders or leaning together or touching knees. it’s kind of new for him to have people who want to be around him so he’s taking advantage of the opportunity.
he’s a v confident partner, usually initiating most physical intimacy
he L O V E S to fluster his s/o, get them red and stuttering with his teasing
a quiet but comforting presence when he’s not teasing them mercilessly
this LOUD BOY is very LOUD about his s/o
constantly bragging about them and showing them off
he does the will smith thing to introduce them to new people
(ok maybe he doesn’t actually do that but he threatens to and it gets a kick out of his s/o being like “wtf no what’s wrong with you!!”)
actually super shy about pda, will blush up a sTORM if he gets hugs or hand holds. he’ll reciprocate hesitantly and but be beet red the whole time
THE WHOLE TIME u guys
is terrible at flirting. like the literal worst; puns and bad pickup lines. and he knows it but for the s/o he can’t resist.
also p confident in the relationship tho?? like he doesn’t second-guess himself on his s/o’s feelings even if he does second-guess whether he deserves them
spoiler alert: ofc he deserves them
usually the one to initiate anything physical between himself and s/o but he also likes to be surprised when they wrap an arm around his waist or his shoulders or come in for a kiss.
super loves kissing, this guy
also a huge cuddler, he’ll get right up on in there and just drape himself over his s/o while they’re maybe not paying as much attention to him
so this oblivious boy here only knows about two things alright
those two things are art and being hungry food
he’s never dated anyone or even been interested in dating anyone? like honestly it just really never crossed his mind, he’s such an oblivious bean
but then s/o comes along and all of a sudden he’s thinking about more than painting and his empty stomach food. he’s thinking about their hair in the sunlight and how they stand in this particular way and their face when they smile
yusuke would never ever let his s/o think they’re any less beautiful than they are to him. he’d fill entire sketchbooks and half of his portfolio with portraits and drawings and watercolors of them–you name the medium and he’s getting his hands dirty in it trying to show them how he sees them
he’s so passionate and intense about everything of course he’d be the same about his s/o, too. describing them at length to other people using flowery words and possibly sounding like he’s about to cry from their sheer loveliness
yusuke would also be unable to keep his hands to himself when it comes to his s/o. when they’re out in public he has to be touching them practically at all times. arms around the waist or around their shoulders, holding hands, sitting close so their legs touch. it’s entirely unconscious
and when they’re alone and he’s not taking the time to add another sketch to his collection, he’s running his hands up and down their arms, tangling his fingers in their hair, nosing at their neck. he loves to take in every detail and texture so he can pour the passion into his artwork later
obv he’s pretty confident and outgoing, and initiates contact with them fairly often, but he’s not really a dominating personality in the relationship
there would be a lot of give and take
so in the end now yusuke thinks about three things
art, how his stomach is growling food, and his s/o
alright so like
goro has two kind of “modes” when it comes to people and relationships
there’s goro the “detective prince” who is on tv and always polite and courteous and appropriate
and then there’s goro at home who is…significantly less family friendly
in public he’d be all about quietly broadcasted signs of affection, like brushing his s/o’s cheek with his hand or leaning in close to look in their eyes or holding hands in a way that’s subtle but easy to photograph.
because he’s all about that pr, you know, he knows what to do to get the cameras going and tabloids rolling out the articles. nothing too overt or inappropriate would ever happen in public because he’s trying to keep his image
when asked about his relationship with s/o he’d be carefully discreet, citing their privacy and saying he can’t give details but always gushing a little anyway because he “just can’t help it”
in private, though, he’s almost an entirely different person
a very hungry lover, with a possessive grip around s/o’s wrist or waist, leaning on them all the time and choosing to speak directly in their ear when he can because he loves the way it makes them shiver
he’d be kind of overwhelming in his intensity and almost always have control of the situation
also??? v jealous. doesn’t like to see his s/o with other people he sees as a threat to their relationship.
he’ll sometimes even forget that he’s got to maintain a public image and will take a possessive hold on s/o to keep them “safe” with him
and holy jeez is he ever protective
(he’ll totally ruin ur life if you dare say a word against his s/o)
lol i know y’all prolly don’t wanna hear about him BUT I LOVE THIS BOY
complete and total oblivious nerd
he wouldn’t even realize he and s/o were dating until like the third or forth time they went out somewhere and s/o tried to kiss him
not even lying, he’d probably assume s/o was just joking around when they were flirting with him
(look his canon experiences have him w a r y of making assumptions anymore ok)
he’s such a dork, it’d be his first relationship and he’d have no idea what’s expected of him at all and do p much everything wrong
tries to “dress up” for the first date he’s aware is a date and fails utterly
tries to act more tough/manly/impressive/whatever because he thinks that’s what people are into
he has to have it explained to him that s/o likes him for HIM not for all these things he thinks s/o will like u dummy!!! just let them kiss u jeez
not confident at all, usually waits for s/o to take the lead
sometimes has unrealistic expectations of how a date or social event is supposed to go this poor young lech has no idea what he’s doing
but man he’d still love his s/o so much, he’d totally adore them and want to shower them with as much affection as possible he’d just be terrified of getting it wrong
always up for literally anything no matter the time or place and lack of experience is made up for by sheer eagerness
Why would Malcolm take Jem and Tessa's word when they weren't even born when Annabelle is "taken from him"? Blaming Magnus makes more sense, since Magnus was alive and most likely knew if Malcolm and Annabelle. Also, how does Jem not know Annabelle isn't an Iron Sister? Or is becoming a Iron Sister like becoming a Silent Brother where they choose another name? Like how Jem is/was Brother Zachariah.
I was initially very confused by this question because of course Malcolm didn’t hear about Annabel becoming an Iron Sister from Jem or Tessa – as you say, they weren’t alive then. So I went through Lady Midnigh and I think you are referring to these passages in Lady Midnight, though Jem isn’t mentioned:
“Lies?” Malcolm’s voice rose. “You want to talk about lies? They lied to me about Annabel. They said she had become an Iron Sister. All of them told me the same lie: Magnus, Catarina, Tessa. It was from a faerie I found out that they had lied. From a faerie I learned what had really happened to Annabel. By then she was long dead. The Blackthorns, murdering their own!”
“They told me she’d become an Iron Sister. All of them lied to me—Magnus, Catarina, Ragnor, Tessa—corrupted by Shadowhunters, drawn in by their lies! And I, oblivious, grieving for her, until finally I found out the truth—”
And then here, Jem talks to Emma about Malcolm:
Jem turned back toward her, the light of sympathy in his dark eyes. “We heard everything from Magnus. He told us that you were the one who killed Malcolm,” he said. “That must have been hard. You knew him. It’s not like killing demons.” “I knew him,” Emma said. “At least, I thought I did.” “We knew him too. Tessa was heartbroken to hear that Malcolm believed that we all lied to him. Concealed from him that Annabel was not an Iron Sister, but was dead, murdered by her family. We believed the story, but he died thinking we all knew the truth. What a betrayal that must have felt like.” “It’s strange to think he was your friend. Though I guess he was our friend too.” “People are more than one thing. Warlocks, no less. I would not even hesitate to say that Malcolm once did much good, before he did evil. It is one of the great lessons of growing up, learning that people can do both.”
My guess, and I apologize if I’m wrong, is that you’re expanding Malcolm’s statements to mean: “They lied to me about Annabel. They said she had become an Iron Sister. All of them told me the same lie: Magnus, Catarina, Tessa. They were the first people to tell me what happened to Annabel. They are all very responsible and very involved in what happened with Annabel and with me.”
None of that is true, though.
It isn’t like Malcolm’s warlock friends were the ones who broke the news to him that Annabel joined the Iron Sisters. They didn’t. You’ll find out more about what happened with Annabel, the Clave, the Iron Sisters, and Malcolm in LOS but Malcolm was told the lie about Annabel joining the Iron Sisters by the Clave and Annabel’s family (and even though he didn’t like them, he wouldn’t have thought the truth was that they’d murdered her instead. That is extreme and not the sort of thing anyone would assume.)
Everyone but a very few people in the government and Annabel’s family believed she had joined the Iron Sisters and they had good reasons to believe it. But Malcolm thinks his friends should have known better than to repeat the lie (that they didn’t know was a lie.) Malcolm felt betrayed by Tessa, Magnus, Catarina, and Ragnor specifically because he thinks they might have had inside information, since all of them are warlocks who have been known to associate closely with Shadowhunters, and Tessa was even married to one.
Malcolm is being unreasonable. He is like someone who found out his wife is cheating and so gets rid of all of his friends because “"they probably knew about it” even though they didn’t. But then Malcolm is also willing to punish the Blackthorns of 200 years ago by killing the Blackthorns of today so we should not look to him for logic, just rage and betrayal.
Iron Sisters do take on other names, just like Silent Brothers do. That is why they have similar sounding names, and why none of them is introduced with a last name. They are extremely secretive; there’s no reason to believe that Jem would know who any of them had been before they renounced their old lives. Diana actively sought out that information, but there’s no reason Jem or anyone else would have done so: why would they be checking up on Malcolm’s ex-girlfriend? There was no reason to do that when he thought she had voluntarily become an Iron Sister and by the time found out she hadn’t, he didn’t need them to check on it, and didn’t tell them anyway.
Malcolm probably does blame Magnus but that is because Malcolm blames everyone friendly with Shadowhunters, not because Malcolm has any logical reason to blame any of these people, half of whom weren’t born when Annabel was killed. Just because Malcolm is angry that Tessa and the others believed the official story (which he told them!) that Annabel had become an Iron Sister rather than magically figuring out it hadn’t happened that way doesn’t mean they were responsible for the lie in the first place. They have next to nothing to do with the whole business. They just happen to be who Malcolm and Diana are discussing in this one scene.
Tae was right, he warned you to watch yourself around him and you felt so dumb, so hurt that you had let yourself become one of those girls. You had sworn that you wouldn’t let Jimin get to you but here you were sitting in your bed feeling as broken as all the other girls that had slept with the player that was Park Jimin. Stupid, stupid you.
Glancing at the time on your phone,
you pick up the pace of your steps. Your cousin had given you 10 minutes to get
to the restaurant before he makes you buy your own meal. The cold winter air
bites at your skin as you sprint towards the entrance of the diner, hoping and
praying that the heater had been turned on to its highest setting in there. You
were so cold that you were sure your fingers were going to fall off at any
point now but damn it you’d do anything for free food.
Stepping into the diner, you let
out a sigh of relief at the wave of warm air that hits you. Honestly, how can
anyone enjoy winter when it’s so horridly cold? You shrug off your hood, eyes
scanning the establishment as you look for your cousin.
“Mina,” You smile stiffly as you
watch her drape her coat over the back of her chair.
“You made it!” She beams and you
hesitate for a while before walking over to take a seat next to your cousin who
only looks at you in shock. “I told you she would!” She exclaims, turning to
your cousin who now had his head in his hands.
“Crap, I can’t believe you actually
got here in time,” Your cousin groans as he pulls out his wallet to count the
number of bills he had. “Remind me to never underestimate your will when it
comes to getting free food.”
“I told you not to bet against me,
didn’t I?” You laugh, trying your best to cover the look of disdain as you sit
across Mina, envy running through your veins at the mere sight of her.
“Whatever,” Your cousin huffs,
dismissing you with a wave of his hand before he turns to Mina. “What’re you
doing here so late anyway?” He asks.
“Well I could ask the same,” She
“We had a busy night so we got up
“Huh, what a coincidence… Me too,”
She smirks and you let your fingernails dig into your palm, wishing nothing
more than to wipe that smirk off her face.
word count: 9k (god damn it’s more than the first chapter!!)
genre: smut + fluff + slight angst; college AU + fuckboy!kihyun
summary: your best friend & roommate changkyun just wanted to help get you laid. instead you found solace in a pink haired man named kihyun who had a smart mouth with sharp words you weren’t afraid to let cut you, as long as he didn’t mind you hurting him a little too.
a/n: i just really wanted to say thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who’s been with me as i’ve written SS so far & all the gorgeous people who sent cute asks & beautiful compliments on the series. it really makes me so happy to see people enjoying my works. don’t fret my loves, this is nowhere near ending even though lots of things happen this chapter. expect a lot more to come, i love you all ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡
Characters: Reader (Special Agent Y/N Singer), Sam Winchester, Special Agent Castiel Novak, Dean Winchester, Cindy Stevenson (OC), Ella McKenzie (OC), Rowena Coven,
Pairing: AU Dean x Reader (eventually)
Warnings: Mention of character deaths, Mention of murder, slight violence,
Word Count: 4500ish
A/N: This is a serial killer AU of sorts. Not the typical kind, but it has all the deaths and violence this kinda AU bring with it. It was sorta inspired by Criminal Minds and that is why my agents are profilers.
This series will have deaths, violence, love, heartwarming moments and everything in between. I am hereby warning you for yet another rollercoaster ride led by me ;)
You sipped your coffee as you went over the case files again. You hadn’t seen your friend for a long time, and honestly you felt a little shitty asking him for a favor like this. It was something you would have to live with though. If this Dean Winchester guy could help you pinpoint the location the kill shots steamed from, then maybe you could actually make some headway in this case before a 3rd victim turned up. Ella McKenzie had turned up 7 weeks ago, and Cindy Stevenson, 3 weeks ago. If the unsub was sticking to that pattern, it didn’t give you and Cas a whole lot of time to find him before another girl went missing.
You were deep in thought, reading the coroner’s reports over and over again, as well as the initial police reports, searching for any possible link between these two women. You were so far away in your own thoughts, you didn’t notice the 6’4” man smiling at you from the doorway. You didn’t hear him approach you, and he didn’t make himself known to you before he was leaning down over your chair half whispering, half talking into your ear.
“Looking good G-woman.”
You nearly jumped of the chair, your hand instinctively flying to your gun, as your eyes finally landed on the long-haired man, holding his hands up defensively before him with a huge grin on his face.
Author’s note: I decided to write a Malec ‘missing scene’ type thing which features a conversation I felt would have been important from episode eight, especially considering the circumstances.
If anybody ever feels like Alec, please know that it is okay to ask for help. I’m not an expert but if you feel like talking to somebody I’m here and also please be aware of your local suicide prevention hotline. Please be safe!!
That being said, I hope you enjoy this Malec fan fiction. It’s short but kinda sweet, I guess??? Haha.
After the whole ordeal with Iris Rouse had been solved, Magnus looked around his apartment to observe the damage. In normal circumstances, he would have fixed the destroyed walls and the cluttered ornaments right away. Right now, though, Magnus knew he had a more pressing matter to deal with.
“We should be leaving,” Clary said in a small voice. Once Magnus had sent Iris to the Clave, an uneasy silence had settled around the room as the severity of the night dwelled on the group. “Thanks for a great party, Magnus,” she continued, the unheard ‘despite’ hanging in the air between them.
Magnus managed a smile. “That’s quite alright, Biscuit.”
Clary took Simon’s hand and left the apartment. Izzy and Jace made to follow, choosing not to say a word but to just give a solemn nod in acknowledgment.
Jace paused by the door, realising his Parabatai was not following them. “You coming, Alec?” he questioned, cocking his head in the direction of the door.
Alec was visibly tense, a frown somehow deeper than usual arranged on his face. “No,” he replied through his teeth.
Jace looked, concerned, towards Magnus, who in turn motioned a hand as if to tell him to leave. Although he was obviously worried, Jace thought it best to let Magnus try and get through to Alec, so he simply give another nod and left.
The audible click of the front door echoed in the apartment. Alec’s hands were squeezed tightly into fists, his eyes just as harshly closed, and his jaw was shaking with the effort it was taking him to try and calm down. Magnus took a cautious step towards him, and then another, and then another, until they were face to face.
“Alec,” Magnus said softly, placing a hand on around one of Alec’s trembling fists. “Open your eyes for me.” There was no response. If anything, Alec just squeezed his eyes shut even more. “Alec, please. Let me see your eyes.” Magnus placed his spare hand gently onto Alec’s face, rubbing his thumb across his cheek. “Alexander.”
Alec finally responded, opening his eyes to reveal desperate pools of hazel.
“Hey,” Magnus whispered. “Come and sit down with me, okay?”
Alec nodded in reply, and loosened the first that Magnus was holding so that they could intertwine hands. The warlock was glad for the connection. He wanted to believe that he was helping Alec more than anything.
When Magnus and Alec got to the couch, the Shadowhunter sat down first and immediately let his head fall into the palms of his hands. Though Magnus was at first going to sit next to him, he instead kneeled down in front of Alec, placing his hands on both of Alec’s wrists, squeezing in reassurance.
“Alec,” he coaxed. “Alexander, please. Let me help you.”
At last, Alec said something, moving his hands away from his face.. “Why do you even want to?” he asked, broken. “Why.. why would anybody want to?”
Magnus felt his chest rip into pieces. “Of course I want to help you, Alexander. Do you have any idea how much I care about you? I can’t bare to see you this upset.”
Alec dragged a hand through his dark, tangled hair. “Do you know why I wouldn’t open my eyes?” he said rhetorically. “Because, Magnus. Because I couldn’t look at you. Because I couldn’t bare for you to look at me, upset. Disappointed. You don’t deserve to be upset, Mags. I’m the one person who’s supposed to make you happy and I can’t even do that properly.” He scoffed humourlessly. Magnus felt a frown fall onto his face. “God, can I do anything right?!”
Magnus rose onto the couch beside the younger man, simply encouraging him to, “Go on.”
Alec began to pour his heart out to Magnus. “I killed Jocelyn,” he said definitively. “I know everybody keeps telling me that it wasn’t my fault, it was the demon’s - problem is, it was my hand reaching into her chest. It wasn’t a demon’s. It was mine. I’m a Shadowhunter. We’re trained to fight these things off. I should have known; I should have been better.. but I wasn’t. And I’m never, ever going to forgive myself for that. Clary shouldn’t! I killed her mother.”
“And it just- it makes me think. I know I was hallucinating earlier. I know that’s not what Clary actually thinks about me. But it’s what she should think. It probably is what everybody else thinks. And, you know,” he shrugged his shoulders, his voice breaking. “Maybe everybody would be better off without me. Like I said. I can’t do anything right.”
Alec’s heartbroken eyes finally met Magnus’ as he turned his head. His hands began to shake again and, before he knew it, he was encompassed in Magnus’ arms, sobbing.
“Listen to me, Alexander.” Magnus was sharp, but slightly muffled against Alec’s blazer. His eyes, too, watered. “A lot of people would miss you if you weren’t here. I can’t think of a single person that would be better off without you around. You’re a protector, a brother, a son, a friend. One half of a Parabatai bond. My boyfriend, who I can no longer imagine life without. Don’t you ever think for even a second that you are not cared for. You are; more so than you could ever know.” He felt Alec nod against his shoulder, and pulled away, raising a hand to wipe the tears away from Alec’s face. Magnus leaned back against the couch, putting an arm around Alec, who in turn shuffled to rest his head against Magnus’ chest.
“It’s just- hard, sometimes.” Alec flinched. “I guess. I’ve.. I’ve never really had anybody who worries about me. I mean, Izzy does to an extent of course. But I never really felt comfortable talking to her about my problems. I mean, I’m her older brother, you know? I’m the worrier.”
Magnus joined their free hands together. “Well, now you do. You can always come to me, Alec.”
“I know.” Alec smiled for the first time in a while. “Same goes for you.”
“Please never worry that you’re not making me happy. I haven’t felt anything quite like this in a long time,” the warlock admitted. “Maybe ever.”
“Oh,” Alec gasped, shocked. Not knowing what to say in reply, he simply leaned up and kissed Magnus on the cheek. Magnus, unwilling to let Alec pull away, caught him in a tender kiss on the lips that would leave the two breathless.
“Can I stay here, tonight?” Alec asked as he settled back down onto Magnus’ chest.
“Oh, Alexander,” Magnus responded fondly. “You should know by now that you never need to ask.”
Summary: It’s dancing night, down in the Bronx, and there’s only room for two. The nights never end, nor do the sights. It’s a free show for all, a delight for those who haven’t seen it yet and a guilty pleasure for those who have. For, it’s a battle for the two devils, and a game for all those in their paths.
Word Count: 2.8K
Warnings: Dom/sub undertones, spanking, brat taming (?), Daddy kink
The Bronx does NOT refer to the actual place in the United States. It’s the name of the club they’re at.
It starts with a simple touch, a casual tap to the shoulder. There’s a lull in conversation at that very moment, and you let your eyes drift upward, locking with his.
There’s an otherworldly beauty to him that makes the stars dim in comparison, that makes even the darkest of the days brighten up. They say he’s inhuman, that he’s like a Godsend on earth, but very few know the truth.
Reading your Robert ask, do you think Jaime can be redeemed or nay?
Talking about Jaime and redemption is like stepping on a landmine in fandom. Let’s do it.
Look, in theory, everyone can be redeemed as long as they are capable of changing. Jaime is capable of change; the person we met in AGoT is not the same one we left off in ADWD. So in the abstract sense, yes he could be redeemed but only if he takes measures to earn that redemption. But is Jaime taking those measures? The answer is a resounding no.
A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble, but suddenly I had written more than 1600 words, so one-shot it is. It’s mostly just fluff. I don’t know what’s happened to me lately. I just want poor Dean to be happy, I guess.
“Uh… should be there on the bed,” Sam replied distractedly, eyes focused on his laptop. “Looks like there might not be a case after all…”
“Pretty sure, yeah.”
Dean was dumping dirty clothes into a duffel bag as he replied, “Well, keep looking. We need a little more than pretty sure before we ditch town.” The shower in the bathroom was turned off just when he picked up a blue shirt from the bed and eyed it, lips pursing. “This looks clean,” he muttered, bringing it close to his nose. “And I was wrong,”- he announced to no one, a disgusted nod to himself followed, “Lesson learned. Nothing’s clean here.” With this he grabbed every piece of clothing he could get eyes on and threw it into the bag.
When his hands touched something solid, though, he stopped. “The hell is this?”
Sam who was currently rubbing his eyes, asked a “What?” And his brother just looked at him incredulously, some sort of notebook in his hands.
“A secret diary, Sam? Really? I thought you got over this phase.”
Sam’s bitch face showed up. It hadn’t in more than three hours. Record. “That’s not mine.”
Summary: You’re trying to draw but Sirius really wants a kiss.
Word Count: 1,091
Pairing: Sirius x Reader
Requested by My Writer’s Block (ugh)
Sirius’s right hand rests on your hip, fingertips lightly digging into your skin as you hold the sketchbook in front of you. The two of you take up an entire couch in the Gryffindor common room, earning you the glare of more than one other student over the afternoon. Sirius’s cocked eyebrow and innate charm sent them all scurrying away.
Or maybe it was his implied threat of blackmailing them. You don’t really care. They’re gone, leaving the two of you alone in the common room. That’s all that matters.
The open window lets a lazy breeze in, one that leaves light goosebumps on your arms that Sirius chases away with a soft touch, running his hand up and down your arm.
“Have you almost finished?” He asks, letting his hand wander down the side of your thigh.
You bite your lip, squinting at the intricate swirls on the bookcase across the room. “Not yet, love. And quit moving your hand. It was fine where it was.”
“Come on,” He whines, but he moves his hand back onto your hip.
“Just a little bit more.” You say, words slow as you focus on the sketch.
Sirius sighs, head falling onto the pillow he’s clutching with his left hand.
I really love your writing and I'm so glad that you're accepting requests again :"> how about the RFA react to MC who had a weakness for sweet treats, like MC can be very upset or angry whatsoever but as fast as she receive sweet, she turns fluffy and forget everything.
Oh, I hope this is >>sweet<< enough for you! :p
RFA with a MC who has a weak for candy
do you need candy, babe, when you have the ultimate eye candy right in front of
But can I please get my chocolate right now?” you glared at him, and he passed
the bar to you.
would usually laugh of his flirty jokes, but not when chocolate was the
subject. Oh hell no! Chocolate is a serious matter here.
doesn’t like when you get too serious, and since he doesn’t really care for
sweet, he doesn’t really get it why do you get so serious about candy.
he thinks it’s so funny, so he likes to tease you and hide the candy sometimes,
and that’s why you’re glaring at him right now.
soon as you finally have your chocolate, you smile playfully at him, and we
know what these looks mean
guess I have plenty room for desert.” He says, dragging you to the bedroom.
barely saw each other today, both of you were busy with college and work.
when you two finally made it home, you were both grumpy.
barely said hello to each other, any word now would lead to a completely
useless fight over something really stupid.
grabbed the whipped cream can, he grabbed the M&Ms package and you both sat
on the couch.
so was your day?” he asks, you chug some whipped cream and answer him. “Ugh,
don’t even get me started!”
outsiders, maybe this could be really weird, but the candy therapy has been
going on for a while after long days, turns out that this need for candy is
another thing you have in common.
end up with some whipped cream in your cheek, which he licks promptly, you both
blush, but it doesn’t last long. You both bolt to the bedroom immediately.
she’s usually in charge of the coffee, you’re in charge of the baking.
is not only about the café, it’s how it works in home too.
you take baking very seriously, as serious as she takes coffee. So she’s used
to you getting all grumpy when one recipe is not working out.
tastes a little of the frosting cake you’re trying to do. “Hmmm, this is good,
MC!” “NO, DON’T TASTE THAT YET! IT’S NOT READY AND IT’S BAD!”
two look at each other, scared. You immediately regret for overreacting like
this, she just shrugs and tells you not to be so hard on yourself. Ugh, she’s a
mean… maybe I am tasting this wrong. Here, have some more.” You offer her and
quickly steal a kiss from her. “Hum, yeah, you were right, this is good…”
cake you were baking ended up burnt, but neither of you cared, you were too
busy in the bedroom.
pretty sure they all taste the same, my love. Just pick one.”
look at him offended. , then just roll you eyes. Uh oh… he forgets you’re very
sensitive concerning candy.
would you even say that, Jumin? This one is made of mirtillo, this one is
strawberry, and this one is banana!” you’re pointing to all the toffees in the
candy store that you’ve been stuck for half an hour trying to pick the flavors.
the flavor is artificial, they probably use the same ingredients in all of them
and just change the colorings and…” “Huh! They have pineapple too!”
sighs, you’re not hearing any of this, are you? But he must say, you getting
all excited over candy it’s so cute, he can’t even…
hurry and help me choose it!” that’s his cue. He grabs your shoulders and makes
you look at him.
already chose the sweetest thing here.” He kisses you, you don’t even know what
flavor you picked, you just needed to head out of that store immediately.
are the lines on amusement park’s rides so damn long?
could have waited patiently if you have eaten something before, but now you’re
starting to get a little bad mood…
is goofing off to kill some time, but you aren’t having it at all. You need to
eat something, doesn’t matter what! Though you’re super down to some candy, since it’s usually you go-to snack
he sees the solution. “Oh, MC!~ Look what I bought for you!” he shows you the
cotton candy and your face immediately lightens up.
rush to grab it, but he pulls away. “Uh-uh, you’ve got to earn it~” then he
takes a piece and places up his mouth like a mustache.
looks at you with a teasing smirk, almost like he’s daring you to do something
with these much people around, but you’re hungry! For the cotton candy and… for
a blushing mess when you lean closer and takes the cotton candy, chuckling.
“You took my mustache, lady! I must have it back!” he pulls you
closer for a kiss, yeah, forget that ride, this is amusing enough for both of
Summary: “I’m in love with your son.” “I know.” And that’s all it took for Dan Howell to break.
Word Count: 2.7k
A/N: Just some disgusting Dan-Mrs. Lester fluff. FLUFF enjoy.
When they got to the Lester’s house and were told that Dan usual room was being painted and that he and Phil had to share his room, the brunette didn’t think much of it, after all, they slept together all the time.
Well, they used to sleep together all the time back in 2009. I mean, it has only been, what? Seven years? They always fell asleep in the lounge and even ended up cuddling so, was there a differece?
i havent made a post about trans girl jason in a while and i miss her so
• she just goes by grace. she spends ages worrying over a name and being unable to find one that she likes, but nothing fits. piper and reyna both agree that only the name ‘xena’ is badass enough for her to deserve, but she laughs and says no thanks. she thinks, 'maybe gabrielle?’ and likes it, but it just doesnt feel…. right. its a good name for sure but… for a different girl.
• well, technically, she doesnt just go by grace, that was a lie. leo actually calls her 'supergirl’
when she tells leo shes a girl his eyes go wide and his jaw drops and she feels so afraid for a moment but then he says loudly “youre not blond superman, you’re supergirl! that makes so much more sense!” and he’s grinning and being his usual self. he makes a few jokes about how “pixie cuts are in, dont worry about the hair” because thats the only way he seems to know how to be nice and she quietly resigns herself to a lifetime of being stuck with him
secretly, though…. she thinks its sweet. and shes more relieved than she’s ever been
• she’s called other things, too. 'friend’, for one. 'sister’ when she tells thalia, who’s over the moon to hear she has a little sister. 'fly girl’, by percy and piper, as well as 'gorgeous’.
and on one memorable occasion… 'legs’. that had been the first time she’d seen dakota since she’d begun to present more femininely. it was also her first time being cat-called.
she’d bristled and turned to strike the dude into a pile of ash, but then recognized dakota (who was smiling like a fat happy cat) and her face fell into flat annoyance. she looked at him with a blank stare for maybe twenty whole seconds before his cool, cheshire cat facade broke and he fell over into giggles.
“welcome to the land of the pink, white, and blue, my dear,” he said after their hello kisses and hugs. “its a hard road, but its…” he struggled to find the words
she smiled. “its different, but it feels a lot better.”
he grins too, and says thoughtfully, “i agree. funny, you and me, both praetors of the fifth cohort, both trans, both gorgeous…. we’re basically the same person.”
she laughs and pays along “we’re like twins.”
“you cant even tell us apart!” and so on, and so forth.
its good to see dakota again. his sense of humor is…. well, he’s dakota, and she’s missed that. being with him reminds her of simpler times. it reminds her how much and how very little things have changed since then.
• she’s also called 'aunt grace’. it started as a bit of a joke, since she’s technically the aunt of hermes cabin, apollo cabin, ares cabin, dionysus cabin, and athena cabin.
will solacd, who is also trans, started it. he’s telling her he’s proud of her for coming out, that if fighting monsters time and again didnt prove she was brave then this did. it makes her smile, even though she shrugs off the praise. this doesnt feel like bravery. mostly shes nervous and tired and irritated by how repetitive coming out has been.
she pulls herself out of her thoughts to reply but then his eyes go wider and he cocks his head to the side, as if surprised. “guess this means i have two aunts!”
theres a beat of silence. she blinks. “…what?”
will laughs, shaking his head. “sorry, i mean you and thalia! well,” will concedes. “two mortal aunts, i guess.”
then, before she knows it, cecil markowitz hears about it and is telling his entire cabin about aunt grace. aaaand the hermes cabin tells the other campers who tell other campers who tell other campers and word gets all the way around camp half blood. before she knows it, tons of kids are calling her “aunt grace”. most people say it ironically (at first) but the younger campers do seem to look up to her….
she talks to percy about the situation over an iris message and he laughs and laughs. “you always were the motherly type” he says. “does this make me uncle percy? can i choose to be uncle percy?”
she groans and throws herself down onto her bunk. “unbelievable”. but secretly, she doesnt mind. in fact… she kind of likes it. being an aunt, being a sister. its not so different than being an uncle or a brother, but she supposes thats because she never was those things. she’s always been supergirl and aunt grace and baby sister. maybe even 'legs’, she thinks, a quiet giggle escaping. she’s just finally allowing herself and others to truly realize that.
Enjolras is intensely, almost aggressively affectionate.
Enjolras is so concerned with other people’s health - sometimes even ignoring his own if he thinks he needs to look after them.
He will almost literally mother hen the sick person into bed rest, chicken soup and other prescribed medication, and he’s been known to stay at the person’s side until he himself falls sick from exhaustion, just to make sure his friend gets better. Naturally, this makes the sick person feel bad for worrying Enjolras (and making him sick the process!) so naturally they behave themselves and actually get better.
Despite the fact that it’s borderline emotional manipulation, Joly almost shamelessly uses Enjolras as a threat when looking after his Les Amis patients. “Do you want me to tell Enjolras that you’ve decided to go to work even though it’s raining outside and you’re still recovering from the flu? No? Good. Now drink your tea and get a couple more hours of sleep; I promise I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Enjolras’s over-protectiveness of Cosette is almost legendary.
It’s not because he thinks she’s weak and needs constant protecting. No, never that. It’s because he loves her in a manner that has little to do with being cousins and everything to do with the fact that she was his one true friend growing up. They both came from affluent families, and the children of their parents’ circle were almost universally selfish and entitled and Enjolras had had many fights with all those brats who had believed that he was only play acting at caring about the welfare of those who were less fortunate than them. And Cosette, well, she’d been right there next to him,
throwing punches and getting her clothes dirty.
So Enjolras loves her with a ferocity that has Marius almost faint with fear the first time she introduces the shy young man to her family. Never mind that her father had a shadowy reputation from having spent years in jail, Marius had learnt very quickly that there was nothing scarier than Enjolras giving The Shovel Talk.
“You do know what the shovel talk is, don’t you?” the tall blond asks almost mildly.
“Yes, yes of course,” Marius agrees hastily.
“And will we need to have it?”
“No, of course not.”
Enjolras raises an eyebrow at him. “You’re sure?”
Enjolras nods, then walks off in the direction of the dining table where his parents are already seated with his Uncle Valjean.
It takes Marius another five minutes of Cosette’s gentle encouragement to coax him into joining them for dinner.
Enjolras has elevated buying gifts into an art form.
He can literally take hours picking out a card, and let’s not even get started on the process of buying the gift itself. Combeferre has over the years learnt to just to go with it, so when he and Enjolras go to buy gifts together, he brings a book, or loads his tablet with news that he needs to catch up on. 9/10 times he can find a cafe to sit in and wait for his friend.
Courfeyrac, on the other hand, opts for the opposite approach; if he can’t convince Enjolras to order Christmas presents online–
(”But it’s so impersonal, Courf!”
“Enjolras, the fact that you already know what to get that person indicates that you’ve put a lot of thought into choosing the gift - you can’t get much more personal than that. You’ve already out a lot of mental effort into it, no need to add physical effort if you don’t need to.”)
–he offers to buy the presents himself. Which means having to navigate the Christmas crowds himself, but it’s still better than standing in the men’s underwear section for two hours waiting for Enjolras pick out appropriate socks for all their friends (”It’s meant to be the coldest winter in decades, Courf - everyone needs comfortable socks made from the finest merino wool!”)
Enjolras attacks courtship like a medieval knight storming a castle in order to win the hand of his beloved.
After several painful conversations with his friends, being on the receiving end of The Shovel Talk from Eponine and Bahoral, and finally - after years of
obliviousness and a few months of denial - scraping up enough courage to do something about his crush on Grantaire, Enjolras has A Plan.
Given their history of antagonism and Enjolras’s rather unfortunate tendency towards throwing harsh words at Grantaire when their arguments get a little too heated, his friends suggested that he start with showing Grantaire first that he’s special to Enjolras, that way when Enjolras finally confessed his feelings, his actions would back up his words quite nicely.
So Enjolras grits his teeth when Grantaire is being particularly obnoxious in his latest rebuttal of Enjolras’s proposals, thanking him sweetly for the insightful points and promising to take them into consideration. That’s Enjolras showing patience and his willingness to listen, even though Grantaire looks confused for the next hours.
When Grantaire shows up at Combeferre’s apartment soaking wet and shivering because he hadn’t checked the weather forecast and didn’t realise that they’d be having a thunderstorm that night, Enjolras storms into
Combeferre’s room to grab some clothes, frog-marches Grantaire into the bathroom and stands over him to make sure that Grantaire is properly dry and warm, and not cold and in danger of catching pneumonia. That’s Enjolras being personally concerned with Grantaire’s well-being, even though Grantaire blushes and changes behind the shower curtain in a sudden fit of modesty.
On the night of Grantaire’s exhibit, Enjolras clears his work calendar, reminds Cosette to pick him up so that he’d have to go to the gallery, then promptly buys half of the pieces on sale. He doesn’t understand why Cosette gives him a kiss on the cheek, Courfeyrac laughs at him, and his parents sigh in resignation when the pieces are delivered a week later. That’s Enjolras supporting Grantaire’s interest, even though Grantaire stares at him with a mixture of terror, disbelief and awe when he hands over his credit card to Grantaire’s eager agent.
When Enjolras finally confesses his feelings, he has a speech ready, a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of (what he is told to be) Grantaire’s favourite wine. He starts his confession by quoting Mr. Darcy (because he has read and researched dammit, and Mr. Darcy is apparently the epitome of a swoon-worthy gentleman), but he only gets up to “You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you” before Grantaire falls off his chair laughing. But then Grantaire decides to kiss him stupid afterwards so Enjolras guesses the embarrassment is worth it after all.
[shaky off-tune kazoo version of the jaws theme playing in the distance]
First of all, I’m so incredibly sorry for just vanishing for more than half a year, especially because I realized my last post was about a hospital stay (which I did mention was harmless, but probably still looks pretty ominous as a last post.) I feel terrible for making people worry, especially since there’s already enough upsetting stuff happening :c
To be honest I’m a little nervous writing this post right now after being gone for so long, but I really wanted to give a life sign! This weekend I finally checked my inbox, and I was incredibly touched by all the sweet messages. I can’t get back to everyone so let me just thank all of you who sent messages or replies, or even just thought about me! I cannot put into words how much it means to me ;-; It made my heart hurt in a good way, and I hope good things happen to you!
“But you, you’re special to me. When I’m with you I feel something is just right. I believe in you. I like you. I don’t want to let you go.” -Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
→ Pairing: Yoongi/Reader → Word Count: 7,362 →Genre/Warnings: Soulmate AU, Angst →
next day you found yourself sitting on the wooden bleachers that were
found in the dance studio. A place that seemed to become more
familiar to you the more often you visited. Which, wasn’t frequently
book sits in your hands, and no matter how hard you try to pay
attention to it, it is no match for what is occurring a few feet in
front of you.