((OOC: I made a little list of headcanons for Rowena, tell me what you think 😊
▫Space lesbian (but Bi for that one guy, Mr. Helena'sfatherman) ▫Sharp and quick witted, smart sense of humor ▫is a lover but will also fight ▫empowering feminist and v. Opinionated ▫messy room, papers and books every where, probably a stack of dirty dishes on the floor (Helga once tried to clean her room and she was outraged “EVERYTHING HAS A PLACE IN THIS MESS”, so Helga only sneaks in to clean up the dishes and touches nothing else) ▫fiddles with everything and is antsy and probably has ADD▫know it all and proud, says “well actually” too much▫loves riddles and games▫QUIDDITCH JUNKIE▫competative▫alto singer and doesn’t dance well▫embarrassed of her laugh➡loves making jokes but hates listening to them bc of her laugh▫usually VERY composed▫has a temper▫gets impatient and frustrated but generally p chill ( just don’t get her angry)▫lives by a schedule (dude that she falls for throws her WAY off with lots of surprises and drives her INSANE but she loves him any way)▫few close friends and many lovers ▫knows loads of languages▫picky eater and expensive taste▫has insomnia▫Also love love LOVES art and totally started the mass hoarding of it on the walls of Hogwarts
And a big thank you to @potterdeer for left me use her glorious face for reference ❤❤))
Honestly, I feel like Alex is just constantly jealous of you being around anyone. Like that’s what he does.
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When you had been told you were failing math, the first person to pop into your head was Clay Jensen. You’d seen him tutoring Jeff Atkins all the time, and he brought him from a D average right up to a C within a month, which, while not perfect, was still enough to pass.
So, on the night that you were supposed to be going to Monet’s with Alex, you cancelled and called up Clay. He was happy to help, and told you to meet him at, ironically, Monet’s.
The two of you took a seat at one of the larger tables, spreading out your books until you had taken up nearly every inch. There was barely enough room for Skye to set down your drinks. Although, knowing her, she would have been fine with just throwing them on top of your papers.
“Are you starting to get the hang of it?” Clay asked after explaining for the millionth time how to find the area between two concentric circles.
You gave him a blank stare, so sick of listening to him repeat the same series of numbers that you were tempted just to tell him you were. That wouldn’t help you pass the eleventh grade, though. “Not really. I just don’t understand it like that.”
He gave you a patient smile, reaching across the table to place his hand on top of yours. “It’s okay, Y/N. I’ll just show you in a different way.”
From a few feet away you heard someone clear their throat. You looked up, a grin widening on your face when you saw Alex. You’d thought he’d just opt for staying at home tonight. If you’d have known he was coming anyway, you might’ve dressed up a little more.
“Alex!” you exclaimed, not bothering to pull your hand away from Clay’s. “What are you doing here?”
He scoffed. “What am I doing here? What are you doing here? From what I remember, you called me earlier today and said you wouldn’t be able to come.”
“I know! It’s a funny story,” you said. “I had no idea Clay was going to ask me to meet him here.”
“Yeah, well I hope you two have fun,” he spat, turning around and heading for the door.
You gave Clay a confused look before letting your gaze trail slowly down to your hand, still tucked underneath his. That confusion snapped to realization. “Oh no,” you said quickly, pulling away and pushing yourself to your feet. “Thanks for the help, Clay. I’ll call you again Wednesday!”
You stuffed your things into your backpack as fast as possible, darting out of the door and towards the direction Alex had gone. You found him just as he was climbing into his car.
“That was not what you thought it was,” you told him. “Clay is just tutoring me in math.”
“Oh, so staring lovingly into each other’s eyes was just a part of the learning process?” he asked. He attempted to open the door, but you slammed it closed.
“No, you jackass. I’m not trying to hook up with Clay in any way, shape, or form,” you replied. “You’re my boyfriend, and will be until either you dump me or one of us dies in a horrible accident.”
“Poetic,” he said, sarcasm dripping from the word. “If you needed help with math, you could have just come to me.”
“Okay,” you responded simply. He watched you as you walked around to the other side of his car, opening the door and crawling inside. You peeked through the driver’s side window, motioning for him to get in. “I need help with it now.”
He sighed, following your lead. Once he was behind the wheel, he turned to you with an expression halfway between annoyance and adoration. “I didn’t mean to be an asshole.”
There was nothing wrong, exactly–at least, nothing in particular. Nothing Virgil could point to and say, “That. That is the problem.” But he was still feeling off, on edge and alert and completely unable to just relax.
So he went to Logan’s room. Logan was there, reading, but he set his book aside when Virgil tapped on the door and poked his head in. He smiled, folding his hands on the polished surface of his desk. “Virgil,” he said. “What can I do for you?”
Virgil half-shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck. “I dunno. Nothing. I mean. Can I just…can I hang out? In here, with…with you?”’
Logan’s eyebrows climbed toward his hair, but he thankfully didn’t ask questions. Instead, he nodded once, and Virgil stepped gratefully into his space.
Prompt request: “Are you hitting on me?” Summary: Taehyung flirts like a 12-year-old, but you’re able to figure everything out anyways. Word count: 1.5k words
“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” you frowned, looking at your friend, Yuna, who had dragged you to her mathematics study group. “You know I’m terrible at math.”
“So this is a chance to learn!” Yuna answered with a smile. “We’ll help you study, it’s not a problem.”
“You and your friends are so smart,” you whined as Yuna dragged you through the library towards the private rooms. “I’ll look so dumb in comparison.”
“Trust me, they’re not like that!” Yuna comforted, finally stopping in front of a closed door. It led to the room her study group booked every Wednesday. “Besides, you’re like the English god, so if anyone needs help with that you can pay back the favour.”
“If you’re sure,” you conceded, albeit hesitantly. Yuna nodded enthusiastically and turned the knob, swinging the door open to reveal the small room behind.
There was a single table surrounded by three other students. One girl, who you vaguely recognized, was sitting closest to the door. The head of the table was a boy named Namjoon, the certified genius on campus. Beside him was another boy, but this one you didn’t recognize.
He had messy brown hair and tanned skin. His lips were a little pouty, and his nose was strong. When your gaze traveled up, you saw that his dark, long eyes were ringed by thick eyelashes. He was also staring right back at you.
Blushing, you quickly averted your gaze and turned uncomfortably to Yuna.
“Hey guys!” she chirped. “This is my friend, Y/N. She’s in the other class, so that’s probably why you don’t recognize her.”
“Just to preface this, I’m pretty shit at math,” you said, wanting to address your discomfort immediately. “I know you guys are all really smart but I don’t want you to think I’m, like, taking advantage of you. If you need help in literally any other subject, I’m here.”
“Nah, no worries,” Namjoon responded with an easy smile. “We’re not math elitists or some shit. I’m Namjoon, by the way.”
“I’m Jisoo,” the girl added dully, briefly glancing up from her laptop in front of her. You smiled, but Jisoo turned back to her screen too quickly to catch it.
You turned to the handsome boy beside Namjoon, waiting for him to introduce himself. He blinked owlishly at you for a moment, his face expressionless. Slowly, his eyes met yours and his mouth began to open.
“Your shirt looks weird,” he said. You looked down at your t-shirt, which had a print of an old anime series you used to watch.
“I, uh–you–okay?” you spluttered, confused by the boy’s comment.
“What the hell, Tae?” Namjoon asked, bewildered. He turned to his friend, his eyes narrowed. “I thought you liked–ow!”
The boy turned to glare at his friend, and when you looked back at Yuna in confusion, she just rolled her eyes at you.
“Just ignore Taehyung,” Yuna snorted, grabbing your arm and leading you to the table. She pulled you down into the seat beside hers and turned to address the group. “So! Let’s start reviewing for the quiz next week.”
You glanced at the clock beside your computer. It read 3:04 AM. Groaning, you looked at the stacks of sheets in front of you, and then at the textbook filled with highlighted text and sticky notes. But for the hours you had spent studying, you learned next to nothing.
In a moment of desperation, you logged into Facebook and open your study group chat, which you had been added to after your first sit-in.
Y/N 3:06 AM
SOS!!! Is anyone online!!!
Tae Tae 3:10 AM
Y/N 3:11 AM
I don’t understand anything??? Pls help
Immediately after you hit “enter,” Taehyung viewed the message. But no response came, and the typing bubble didn’t appear either. You broke out into a nervous sweat, overwhelmed by the fast approaching quiz and your lack of understanding of math in general.
Then, a message notification popped up onto your screen. Taehyung had messaged you separately from the group chat.
Taehyung 3:14 AM
lets just dm. dont wanna annoy the others
Y/N 3:14 AM
Taehyung 3:15 AM
so what don’t u understand?
Y/N 3:16 AM
Everything!!!! All the stuff we went over last meeting has completely left my brain.
Taehyung 3:17 AM
ok prepare urself this is gonna be a long lesson
So, for the next hour, Taehyung did his best to explain the different concepts and methods to you, while you scribbled notes furiously on your worn notebook. By the time he had went through all the material, your hand was throbbing and it was well past 4AM.
Y/N 4:37 AM
Thank you sooooooo much Taehyung! I owe you my life
Taehyung 4:38 AM
Y/N 4:39 AM
Ok, rude. But seriously, thanks. I don’t know what I would have done otherwise
Taehyung 4:39 AM
no probs. but u owe me now so don’t forget
Y/N 4:40 AM
I won’t!!!!! You’re the best!
Taehyung changed your nickname to “idiot.”
The day of the quiz came quickly, but when you sat down at your desk, you felt more relaxed than in any other math class. This time, you were actually prepared and confident in your abilities. So when the quiz arrived, you whizzed through every page.
Everything Taehyung had explained to you was on the quiz. You were sure that if you found the quiz easy, Taehyung could probably do it in his sleep. Even though you thought he was a bit annoying, he still had saved your ass.
When the test period finally finished, you grabbed all your belongings and darted from the testing centre. You spotted one of your friends, Jungkook, dashing towards the exit as well.
“Hey, Jungkook!” you called. He turned around, and once he spotted you, he smiled and waited for you to catch up. “How was the quiz?”
“You know I’m the fucking worst at math,” Jungkook scowled, crossing his arms as you walked together. “Fuck, why is this a mandatory course. I’m in liberal arts for a reason.”
“Tell me about it,” you replied, laughing humourlessly. “Luckily, this time I had help. The quiz wasn’t so–”
“Y/N!” someone yelled suddenly, their deep voice booming throughout the hall. Startled, you glanced up, spotting Taehyung a few meters away from you. He hurried over, nearly tripping over himself in the process. “How’d the quiz go?”
“Really well, actually,” you replied. “Everything you explained to me was on it, so I could answer all the questions.”
“No way,” Jungkook snorted. “Y/N, good at math? That’s fucking new.”
“What the fuck?” Taehyung growled, narrowing his eyes at Jungkook. “Watch yourself, you prick. Y/N isn’t stupid.”
“Woah, chill man,” Jungkook replied, putting his hands up in surrender. “I was making a joke. Calm yourself.”
“Let’s all just relax a little bit!” you exclaimed tightly, grabbing Taehyung’s arm and pulling him away from a very volatile Jungkook. He put up little resistance, letting himself be led around the building. When you reached an emptier hallway, you stopped and look back at Taehyung. “What was that all about?”
“He was implying you were stupid,” Taehyung mumbled, his eyes downcast. “And you tried really hard to study for this quiz.”
“You probably tried harder than me, if I’m being honest,” you said. “Plus, you call me stupid all the time. Are you the only one who can say that?”
“No,” he muttered, still unable to meet your eyes. He said something, but he was speaking too quietly for you to understand.
Reflexively, you reached for your long hair. You had slept with it in a bun last night, so your hair fell in loose waves. Objectively, you knew it looked pretty nice. You looked at Taehyung, confused, but when you saw his expression, suddenly everything clicked.
His cheeks were dusted in pink, and his eyes were darting around everywhere but your face.
“Are you–are you hitting on me?” you asked slowly. Taehyung’s cheeks darkened into a deeper red, and he bit his lip. “Oh my god, seriously? Are you twelve or something?”
“What!?” Taehyung whined. “You’re cute and it’s intimidating! What else can I do?”
“Ask me for my number or something?” you suggested, trying to hold back laughter. “Like a normal person our age?”
“Well, if that’s the case,” Taehyung said, finally lifting his gaze to your face as he scratched his nape awkwardly, “can I cash in my favour for your number?”
“I think I can do that,” you smiled, reaching for Taehyung’s phone once he fished it out of his pocket. “I might even say yes to a date, too.”
RECEIVED 4:07 PM
- Girl in Luv
Wow I’m done and it’s 3AM. Nice. This is unedited, so I’ll go back and make corrections later. Hope you all checked out our masterlist! Happy 3k woot woot! Thanks for everyone who’s stuck with us. We’re so glad you guys are enjoying our imagines. Happy reading
I’ve only arrived at the bar when I see her off to the side. She stands out because in her group of friends she’s reading a book. As I wander by I notice the author is one that’s relatively new but has quickly become a favorite of mine.
“I can’t help but notice your book. He’s a great writer don’t you think?” I ask.
“You’ve read him? I thought I was the only one,” she says as she puts the book aside.
As there are no other chairs she scoots over in her seat and invites me to join her. She introduces herself as Audrey and we end up talking books and our favorite authors for most of the night until we hear it’s last call.
“Looks like your friends left you. You want a ride?”
She tells me where she lives and it turns out we’re in dorms right next to each other.
“Well good night,” she says as we get back to the dorms and then she adds, “unless you’d like to come up and see some of my first editions.”
I try to not make any assumptions that seeing her first editions is a euphemism for sex but I’m hopeful. As Audrey opens her dorm room door I see that there are piles of books on every available surface on her side of the room. Her roommate’s side of the room is much neater but much less interesting.
“Your roommate not much of a reader?” I wonder aloud.
“Not much. My roommate was one of the people you met tonight. Lisa. Short brown hair. Looks like she has a stick up her ass?”
I laugh, “I know exactly who you mean.”
“She’s actually very sweet but she needs to loosen up. It’s something I had to learn as well but I’m learning and teaching Lisa how to,” she tells me as she starts to pull her shirt over her head. Her bra quickly follows.
I swallow hard and watch as she unzips her skirt and lets it slide down her legs followed quickly by her panties. Her skin is pale and the upside down red thatch triangle of her pubic hair makes me think of a yield sign. She stands there confidently not trying to cover herself, not at all ashamed, nor should she be, that she’s not a stick figure of a girl. She’s got hips and curves and heavy breasts that I want to cup and feel their weight.
“You’re…wow…gorgeous,” I stammer.
“Are you just going to stand there?” she asks pulling me out of my trance.
I undress quickly being careful as my boxers come off because my cock is already stiff and eager, throbbing with anticipation.
I take Audrey in my arms pressing our bodies into each other. We fit nicely and my kiss is met with passion as she opens her mouth to me. I deepen the kiss guiding her to the bed so as to not break our hold. At the last moment she turns us and we fall onto the bed with her on top. Grabbing my erection she lowers her body and takes me in her mouth. Releasing me momentarily she looks at me, “I want you to cum for me and then it’s my turn.”
She grips the base of my cock and begins stroking me while running her tongue along the tip of my cock before taking me in her mouth again.
“Slower strokes,” I tell her and she slows down. I grab a handful of her red hair not to force her head down but to enjoy the rise and fall as she sucks and releases and sucks me again.
“I’m so close,” I gasp and she knows, without having to be told, to stroke me faster. Her wet mouth and her grip on my cock push me to the edge.
“I’m going to cum, oh fuck, I’m going to cum. Right now,” and I get my release. I collapse back onto the bed having held myself up with my arms to watch her and thinking that she’ll need a minute to go spit and rinse. She surprises me instead by swallowing my load and moving up my body. With a knee on each side of my head she slowly lowers herself to my mouth.
“My turn,” I hear her say before her legs envelope my head. As my tongue makes contact with her pussy I find that she’s already very wet and tastes amazing. This is not how I do my best work though and I quickly slide out from under her, stand by the bed, and grab her and turn her onto her back. I throw her legs apart and start up again. Her red hair is matted from her wetness so I reach up and, using both hands, I open her up to me while taking a deep breath to enjoy the smell of her. I push my tongue inside her slick pussy my nose making contact with her clit. She gasps and I use my tongue like a cock and fuck her with it for a bit.
I feel her grab the back of my head pushing me into her harder. My tongue dances along her slickness and then up to her clit where I circle it with my tongue before sucking it gently into my mouth. I push two fingers inside her wetness and she cries out and then I feel why as I feel her pussy pulse against my fingers.
I find that I’m hard again. “Condoms. Shit. I’ve got some in my room, I’ll be right back,” I tell her as I get up and begin searching for my clothes.
“No need, my roommate has some in her end table.”
I open the drawer and find them on top along with a bottle of lube and a large dildo. I tear open the condom package and am slipping the condom on when the dorm room door swings open.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry,” says Lisa though she makes no move to leave.
“It’s okay, you can go or you can stay and watch,” I suggest and she doesn’t hesitate but sits down on her bed.
I go to the other side of the room and lower myself sliding into Audrey’s eager pussy with ease. I look to the other side of the room to find that Lisa has taken off her clothes and is sitting on the edge of the bed with one hand on her breast and the other cupped between her legs.
I push my cock in Audrey as deeply as I can and hold myself there barely moving in and out making sure there’s contact with her clit.
“I want to kiss you but your cum is all over my mouth,” I say.
“I don’t care, I love the way I taste,” and she pulls my head down to her. Our tongues match my cock thrust for thrust as I increase my movement pulling nearly all the way out before sliding back in fast and hard. Her hands rake down my back grabbing my ass as I pump.
We hear moans from across the room and break our kiss to see Lisa with her legs spread and her hand on the dildo sliding it in and out to match my rhythm. I move faster and the roommate matches me again.
“Fuck fuck fuck yes. Cum. Now,” and I’m not sure who says it, Audrey or Lisa, but it’s enough that I lose all control and cum again and again as I feel Audrey’s pussy begin to grip and release me as she too cums closely followed by the roommate who pulls the dildo out and looks at me as she licks it clean. So as not to lose the condom as I lose my erection I pull out, stand by the bed, and begin to roll it down.
“Allow me,” and Lisa waves me over. She rolls the condom down and pulls it off holding it up to the light coming in through the window.
“Wow. You must have been one horny boy. Look at all that delicious cum,” and before I know it Lisa grabs the tip of the condom and holds it up letting my cum slide out of the condom and into her mouth. She smiles at me as she swallows. At a loss as to what to do next I turn back to the other side of the room to find that Audrey’s fallen fast asleep. I gather my clothes, get dressed, and leave quietly.
Jesper and Wylan decide to completely redo the Van Eck mansion, for bad memory reasons, so months are spent decorating each room with whatever the heck they want. There is a room of pretty guns and an everything music ever™ room and a gaudy room full of the most ridiculous fabric and wallpaper they both could find. There’s a room where the entire thing is just meant to be painted on, and a room that’s just a ball pit, and a room that's only beanbag chairs, pillows, and giant stuffed animals. There’s a room full of stuff for Jesper to change the color and composition of so nearly every day it looks different. There’s a room of books with a huge comfy chair where they both curl up while Jesper reads stories (and acts them out sometimes too). After a while they even redo the outside so it in no way resembles the house owned by Jan Van Eck, it is Wylan and Jesper through and through.
Leah is fucking ripped. She’s an artist that does wood carvings and lives out in the woods by herself. Someone has to chop and haul the wood. Her closest friend is Elliot, and that scrawny writer already brags about having delicate skin. Think he can fell and carry a tree? Nah, Leah does that all herself and has the muscles to show it.
Alex secretly admires Leah’s muscles whenever she’s at the beach. He’s not entirely sure how she got those massive biceps, but he’s determined to find out why. The only issue is that the one time he worked up the courage to ask her he didn’t actually say anything. She was wearing a tank top and Alex just stared at at her biceps without saying anything. Now he’s too embarrassed to face her again.
Demetrius is autistic. Science and categories helps him interact with others, but sometimes it doesn’t always work. This is why he got confused when Robin was upset that he got her a tomato when she asked him for fruit when she meant something like an apple or orange.
Alex was a star quarterback and Haley the head cheerleader in high school. They dated for a little in junior year, but after a while they realized they were gay as fuck and have been bffs ever since. They never came out to anyone else and instead spent the remained of their high school career gushing to each other about how cute some of their teammates/cheermates are.
Alex struggles with reading because he has dyslexia.
Elliot was once a model for an underwear brand before moving to the valley.
Kent secretly loves the Flower Dance and even though he and Jodi don’t participate in the bachelor/bachelorette dance, he and Jodi still stay behind during clean up to dance with each other.
Sebastian is a mommy’s boy. He complains a lot about the valley and wanting to leave, but he never says no to his mother and secretly never wants to move out.
Gus knows how to play every instrument in existence and gets every excited to show off whenever someone books the private room. He wants to train Emily to take over cooking for him at festivals so he can instead provide live music.
Linus and Lewis are twin brothers.
After his brief fling with *spoiler*, the Wizard starts dating one of the merpeople.
Willy once witnessed the merperson that the Wizard was dating, but no one believes him.
These are our friends (Balloon Squad + Yousana kids)
Well, as I say before, I have been on a writers block lately, I wasn’t really inspired until the lovely @stressedoutteenager told me a headcanon about The balloon squad taking care of kids and well our conversation ended on me writing this fic about the balloon boys and yousef and sana’s kids. So I want to thank her because like half of the ideas of this fic belong to her!
I also got this prompt a few weeks ago and even though it’s not actually the same I hope you like it:
Prompt. HELLO IDK IF YOU HAVE A LOT OF PROMPTS ALREADY BUT I WAS THINKING LIKE WHAT IF YOU WROTE ABOUT UNCLE ELIAS COMING OVER AND TAKING CARE OF YOUSANAS FOOTBALL TEAM?? like at this point they’d prob have like 4 kids or something and thats tiring enough and yousef is like we never get time to ourselves and sana’s like well you’re the one that wanted 12?? and they’re like we can maybe ask elias to take care of them and they go on a date or whatever and elias takes care of the kids :)
Well I leave you now with the fic, I know there’s no much Yousana but I hope you like it!!!
That the Balloon boys love Sana with all their
hearts is no secret. And that they love Yousef too isn’t either. But their love
for Yousef and Sana doesn’t compare with their love for their children.
Since Sana and Yousef got married, all of them
had been constantly teasing them about when they were planning on having
children. They knew Yousef was really looking forward to it while Sana wasn’t
that keen on it, or at least that’s what she said. They didn’t expect them
having children that soon after they got married though so when only 9 months
after their wedding Yousef and Sana called them all asking to meet them at
their house that idea didn’t even crossed their minds.
“Thank you for coming” Sana said as all the boys sat in
front of her and Yousef.
“What is this about sis?” Elias asked
“What have you done Yousef?” Adam added
“I haven’t done anything” Yousef defended himself
“Well, you kind of have” Sana said blushing
“Sana!” Yousef chuckled completely embarrassed.
“I’m not understanding anything” Mutta said confused
“Guys, what’s going on?” Mikael asked
“Okay so…we called you here because we need to
tell you something important and we thought that we should tell you all at
“We know this might be unexpected” Yousef continued
“Are you divorcing?” Mutta asked as disappointed as if
his parents were telling them that they were going to have a divorce
“No! No, no, no. It’s the opposite actually” Yousef said
“The opposite would be getting married and
you’re already married” Mikael said
“Are you going to renew your vows?” Adam asked
“What are you talking about Adam? How are they
going to renew their vows, they haven’t even been married for a year” Elias said rolling his eyes
Yousef looked at Sana exasperated. Sana just
shrugged as a way of saying “they’re your friends”. Yousef shook his head as
the rest of the boys started a fight over how much time was logical to pass to
renew the vows.
“Guys, guys…guys!” Sana said clapping her hands to
catch their attention
“Wait a moment Sana” Elias said not even looking at her “Stop
defending Adam, Mikael, you don’t know what you’re talking about”
“I’m not defending him but it makes sense what
“I’m not understanding anything” Mutta said again
“I’m pregnant!” Sana yelled
The whole room turned silent as the boys looked
at Sana and Yousef taken aback by the news.
“What?” Elias asked
“I’m pregnant, you’re going to be an uncle
Elias, you’re all going to be uncles”
“But pregnant as in having a baby pregnant?”
“No, pregnant as in having a fish, what do you
Sana said rolling her eyes
“You’re pregnant!!” Elias exclaimed standing up and
hugging his sister
“I told you they wouldn’t wait a year!! You owe
me 100kr!” Adam
told Mutta as he extended his hand waiting to be paid
“Seriously Yousef? You couldn’t wait three more
said shaking his head
“You bet on how fast I’d get pregnant?” Sana asked “You do realize how creepy that
“It’s not creepy, it’s the miracle of life” Mikael said smiling
“Yousef my man, you’re going to be a dad!” Elias said hugging his friend “And
my sister is going to be a mom and I’m going to be an uncle and…and…”
“Elias are you crying?” Sana asked smiling as her brother
tried to hide the tears
“No, I’m not” he said sniffing
“Yes you are! Come on Adam bring me the camera,
this is going to make a sick video” Mikael exclaimed
Sana glared at Yousef who was laughing at the
situation, “these are your friends”she wanted to say.
careful, Sana”, “You don’t have to that on your own, Sana” “Sana, let me do that
for you” “Just sit down and rest, Sana” “No Sana, you can’t eat that, it’s not
good for the baby” “Let me take care of that, Sana” “Sana, where do you think
you’re going?” “I’M PREGNANT I’M NOT SICK, STOP IT ALREADY”
Those sentences could pretty much sum up the
nine months of Sana’s pregnancy. All the boys, and Yousef the first of all,
wouldn’t let Sana do as much as breathing in case something happened to her or
to the baby.
So when Sana went into labor while the boys
were at her house she knew what was coming.
“Guys…” Sana said as calm as she possibly could “I
think…I think I’m having the baby”
“WHAT?” Yousef yelled as he stood up from the chair
and almost fainted while doing it
“But are you sure?” Elias asked
“Pretty sure” Sana said looking at the wet floor under her
“Wow Sana, you could’ve used the toilet for
“Are you dumb? Her water just broke!” Adam said hitting Mikael’s head
“Okay, what do we do? What do we do?” Mutta asked starting to panic
“Well, I think that taking me to the hospital
would be a good idea, don’t you think?” Sana said glaring at them
“Yes, yes, yes come on guys we have rehearsed
this so many times, Elias keys, Mutta and Adam bag, Mikael camera and I…I…what
did I have to take?” Yousef said anxiously
“Sana! You had to take Sana” Elias said
“Oh, oh, true, true. Come on babe, everything
is going to be okay, don’t panic, just breathe, breathe”
“Yeah, you may want to take your own advice”
Sana said shaking her head
“They’ve been there for too long, what is
taking so long?” Elias asked as he kept pacing around the room
“Relax, in every book I’ve read says that this
can take several hours” Mutta said
“How many books have you read about pregnancy
“About 12” Mutta said shrugging “14 if you count the audiobooks”
“Here we have dumb and dumber talking about
Mikael said as he focused the video camera on them, then he turned to Elias “And
here we have the soon to be uncle having a stroke”
“Mikael keep that off my face or I swear I’m
“Relatives of Sana Bakkoush?” a nurse interrupted Elias
Elias walked over to her as Mikael, Mutta and
Adam stood up and followed him.
“I’m her brother” Elias said
“And we’re the baby’s uncles” Mutta added pointing at the rest of
the boys and himself
“So all of you are Sana’s brothers” the nurse said
“No just me, but they’re the uncles too”
“Yousef’s brothers then?”
“We’re his bros” Adam said nodding
“Okay…well everything went well and she’s a
“It’s a girl!!!” Mutta said doing his meme face
“We already knew it was a girl” Mikael said rolling his eyes
“I know but we’ve had it confirmed”
“I think it was pretty much confirmed when Sana
showed us that ultrasound” Adam said
“Guys!” Elias said clapping his hands and turning to
the nurse “Can we see her?”
“Yes, you can but one by one, okay?” the nurse said as she left them in
the waiting room
“Well, I’m going in while you decide the order” Elias said
“Uh, excuse me, why do you get to be the first
“Because I’m the real uncle, Sana is my sister
and Yousef is my best friend”
“Wow, that was very rude. We’re supposed to
love each other equally” Mutta said “Besides, kids like me better than you”
“That’s bullshit, I’m Sana’s brother and I’m
going in first”
“We should draw lots” Adam said
“What are you talking about? She’s my sister!!” Elias almost yelled
“Wait, where’s Mikael?” Mutta said realizing that the boy
was nowhere to be found
“That little piece of shit” Elias said as he walked to the room
where Sana was. “Mikael! That’s cheating” he yelled from the other side of the
The door of the room opened and Yousef came out
of it. His eyes were red, he had clearly been crying.
“Guys, if you promise to be completely calm
I’ll let you in all at once, but you have to be chill, okay?” Yousef said
“Yeah, yeah, let me in” Elias said as he walked past Yousef
and entered the room followed by the rest of the boys
Mikael was in one side of the room holding the
baby in his arms.
“Boys, let me introduce you to Leila, the most
beautiful baby in this world” Mikael said as the boys approached them
“Oh my god she’s so tiny” Mutta said as he gently caressed
one of her hands
“I can’t believe Yousef did this” Adam said “She’s so beautiful”
“She looks like her mother, that’s the only
Yousef said as he stood next to Sana and gave her a kiss on her forehead “She’s
going to be a warrior just like her”
“Elias? Are you okay?” Sana asked her brother who hadn’t
said a word since he had entered the room.
“I just…I…” Elias said trying to hold back the tears but
he completely failed at it “She is my niece, Sana”
“Yes, she is” Sana said smiling at her brother “Why
don’t you hold her?”
“What if I hurt her?” he asked
“You won’t, I trust you”
Elias nodded and took the baby from Mikael’s
“Hi, Leila, I’m your uncle Elias. These are
Mikael, Adam and Mutta, they’re going to love you so much but you better love
me more, okay?”
“Yeah, we’ll see about that” Adam said “I’m way cooler than you are”
“But I’m the kindest” Mutta argued
“Guys, guys, who was the first one to hold her,
said with a smug face
“She’s my blood, you can’t fight blood” Elias said
Sana chuckled as she shook her head and looked
at Yousef, “these are your friends”
“Happy birthday Leila!” Elias said as he hugged his niece “Oh
my god how old are you already? 6? 7?”
“I’m only 3 uncle Elias!” Leila laughed
“Oh, only 3? Then I’ll have to give this big
present to another child…”
“No, no, no! I’m 6”
“Leila, what have we talked about lying?” Sana told her daughter
“It’s a bad thing to do” Leila said
“Exactly, now give uncle Elias a kiss and go to
the backyard to play with your friends, I’ll be out in a minute with the cake”
The little girl did as she was told and left
after kissing her uncle
“How are you doing, sis?” Elias said pointing at Sana’s belly
“I’m holding up quite well actually, only three
more weeks before Khaled is here with us” Sana said smiling
“Ah, I’m going to spoil that little kid”
“Like you’re already doing with Leila, you
“Exactly like that”
Sana rolled her eyes and led the way to the
garden where everyone was.
“Yo, Adam what was that?” Elias asked his friend as he
approached him after the cake
“What was what?”
“We agreed on one present each and you gave
“That was so not cool, Adam” Mutta said
“Are you trying to get her to like you better
“Okay first of all, I gave her two gifts
because in the movie those two characters are always together so I bought the
two dolls at once, and second of all I don’t need gifts to make her like me
best, she already does” Adam said with a smug face
“Ha! You wish, I gave her a basketball jersey
of her favorite team, did you see the look on her face? She loved it”
“She’s only 3, what are you talking about? She
loved my movies”
“I bought her a freaking slide, are you being
Elias asked shaking his head “Besides I’m her blood”
“Stop using that argument! Family is not only
blood damn it!”
Adam almost yelled at him
“Okay that’s enough we’re going to solve this
as grown men”
Mikael said “Leila! Sweetie, can you come here for a second?”
The little girl approached them almost jumping,
she loved her uncles so much
“Hi, honey, we’re going to ask you a question
and you don’t need to feel pressured at all okay?” Mikael said crouching to get to her
height “So who do you love the most, uncle Elias, uncle Mutta, uncle Adam or
“I love you all the same” Leila said shrugging
“But Leila honey, remember how I gave you not
one but two presents today? That’s really cool right?” Adam said
“I always bring you ice-cream even when your
mom says you can’t have it, you remember that right Leila?” Mutta added
“Remember how I was the first one that took you
to the cinema to see that movie you liked so much?” Mikael said
“Leila, I’m your uncle, your real uncle, I took
you to the theme park” Elias said “You have to like me more than them”
“I…I think I like uncle Isak the most” Leila said kind of uncomfortable
“What??!” Elias almost yelled
“Are you seriously asking my daughter who she
Yousef said as he approached the group with Sana by her side
“Leila go play with your friends and don’t
listen to your dumb uncles” Sana told her daughter
She waited for her to be gone before she spoke
“What is wrong with you guys? She’s only 3”
“Adam was trying to buy her with gifts” Elias said “I’m her real uncle”
“I was just being nice, what are you talking
“Okay, stop!” Sana said before another fight would start “You
four are going to start behaving like adults or I swear you’re not going to get
anywhere near this baby”
She pointed at her stomach while glaring at
“You wouldn’t dare” Mikael said
“Test me” she said taking a step forward
“Okay, okay, it’s chill, we’ll behave” Mutta said
Sana nodded and looked at Yousef shaking her
head, “these are your friends”.
“Are you sure of this?”
“Come on Sana, we haven’t been on a proper date
since Hakim was born” Yousef said “And he’s almost a year old already”
“Yeah, I know but are we sure that they…” she pointed at the boys in her
living room “Are the ones to take care of our three children?”
“They’re four men taking care of a 6 years old
girl, a 3 years old boy and a one year old baby, I think they’ll manage just
“Ah…okay” she said
Elias, Mikael, Adam and Mutta were playing in
the living room with the kids. Leila was showing Mutta his drawings while
Mikael and Adam played with Khaled on the floor and Elias kept Hakim on his
“Okay guys, we’re going. If anything happens
you call me right away, understood?”
“Relax Sana, everything is under control” Elias said
Everything wasn’t under control. Let’s say that
playing with kids for awhile wasn’t exactly the same as spending a whole
evening with them. It wasn’t that the kids were bad kids, quite the opposite
actually, the problem was that the boys wouldn’t agree on anything.
“No, Khaled you can’t have ice cream after
“But uncle Mutta gave Leila ice cream”
“Seriously Mutta?” Adam asked him rolling his eyes
“It’s our tradition” Mutta defended himself
“Uh, guys I think Hakim needs to be changed” Mikael said as he held him in his
“Don’t you know how to do it?” Elias asked
“Of course I do, who do you think you’re
Five diapers later Hakim was finally changed.
“Okay buddy now I’m going to leave you in your
crib to sleep”
Elias said as he laid him down
“Elias you have to lay him on one side” Adam said
“What? No I’m pretty sure he should lie on his
“Guys, let the expert talk, in the books I read
it said…I don’t really remember what it said to be honest…” Mutta said confused
“Let’s just call Sana and ask her” Adam suggested
“No! No one is calling my sister, we are
capable of doing this”
“Uncle Elias, Leila keeps painting on me” Khaled whined
“Leila, stop it”
“But I’m just being artistic, dad always says
that art is important”
“What about you paint on a notebook instead of
on your brother”
“But I don’t want to paint on a notebook” Leila said pouting
“Seriously, how do Sana and Yousef do this
“Everything is extremely quiet” Sana said as they entered the house
a few hours later
“That’s a good sign right?” Yousef asked
They entered the living room and were surprised
by the scene. On one couch Mutta laid with little Hakim on his arms. In the
floor, Adam and Mikael were sat together with their backs against the couch and
Khaled lying on their legs. And on the other couch Leila laid on Elias’ chest. They
were all sleeping peacefully.
Sana smiled at the view and looked at Yousef, “these
are our friends”
a/n: Leggy drabble, while the leggy mood in me is still going summary: Winter’s ball, Angelica and Eliza are making their moves. Peggy finds herself on her own but not alone. Musical-canon time. w/c:3100
where is that lazy lil…” Hard heels banged against the wooden steps of the
brick face home. An aunt housing three beautiful, single young ladies in hopes
to help them or let her stubborn brother make miserable misses out of the
Schuyler girls. “Angelica, where is your sister?”
Angelica tapped her finger for a moment, “depends, have you checked the
kitchen? She could be washing the pots…”
po—she is most definitely not…” The elderly woman turned up her wrinkled frown
and huffed. “If she’s not in this home in the next hour, the only ball she’ll
be seeing is the ball of my heel while she scrubs my feet.” The grumpy aunt
turned and bounded back down the stairs towards the kitchen. Careful not to
trip or over work her tired knees. Angelica slowly exchanged glances with
Eliza, both woman dressed and perfumed for the night. Both of them knew what
this night could be, they could be staring into the eyes of their future. It
highly depending on this winter ball going as according to plan, if only one of
them had taken this a touch more…seriously.
Eliza quickly whispered to her sister’s side just in case the old auntie of
theirs was still listening by the stairwell. “Peggy isn’t in her room and I
highly doubt she’s doing any such chore at the moment” Concern laced her soft
melodic notes, Angelica shrugged a little.
nothing but by her time…” That was all anyone could do for Peggy. The third
sister, the youngest, the one who had more liberties than most because the
weight of reality did not touch her. Not to mention if it was their father’s
choice they would all be man-less women living under his roof for the rest of
his days. “…Get her ready, I’ll stall auntie” Angelica fluffed up her hair
for a moment and called out. “Auntie, will you tell me how was it you managed
to entice your husband? I do wish to get some pointers.” Angelica rolled her
eyes and bounded down the stairs.
Between both girls, Peggy’s adventuring was put on the backburner of their
minds. Sure a summer ago she was wry about being in the city. She heeded all of
father’s warnings but now? Now the city was filled with so much wonder and
newness. She walked around the outside of the home having taken a stroll in the
chilly air by heel. “It will snow…” She bit her lip containing a small giggle.
“How romantic.” She scampered back inside, through the backdoor. She
shimmied her way to the kitchen where her aunt was talking to Angelica, their
backs to her. Angelica eyed Peggy and motioned for her to get upstairs while
she laughed right on cue to one of her aunt’s words. With hast, Peggy started
tiptoeing up the stairs, all the while her eyes behind her in case she was
caught. She would hate to have her wrists smacked for leaving again; surely
their aunt had planned to make a hole in her joints from how many times she
would slap Peggy’s wrists for misbehavior. By the time she got to the top, a
pair of hands grabbed her and yanked her into the bedroom. “Eliza!”
“Shh, be thankful Angelica has a way with words or else those delicate knuckles
of yours would be…” she glanced down at Peggy’s hands, they were pale, nearly
blue. “…how long were you outside for Peggy?”Eliza’s motherly worries began to
shine. “Never mind, there is a bucket with some warm water, warm your hands
while I get your dress.”
“Dress?” Peggy watched as Eliza threw open a wardrobe and pulled out a yellow
dress with quarter sleeves and long lace trim, a dress her father got for her
from one of the few French ships that snuck past the English navy. “Where are
Eliza stopped in her tracks and arched an eyebrow, “You really weren’t
listening last night? Angelica got invited to a Winter’s…ball by some New York
rebels staying the week, auntie thinks it’s high time Ange finds herself a
“And we are to escort her.”
“I repeat, HA.” Peggy snorted a bit but there was no laughter from Eliza. “Angelica
isn’t going to marry some rebel! None of us will, daddy won’t approve…he never
“If there is any of us that has a chance its Angelica.” Eliza muttered
smoothing out the dress as she laid it on the bed. “She is smart, educated,
mature, demure, and stops heads of men who are miles away in their carriages.
If anyone is going to convince daddy…”
“Daddy never approves…” she pouted a little, “no use getting
our hopes up right?”
“Right. Now get dressed, our carriage is coming in an hour!”
Peggy stared at the dress as Eliza left to tell their aunt
Peggy was in the midst of getting dressed. Her eyes looked over the summery
yellow then turned to the small circular window and smiled. “Its most definitely
going to snow.”
The carriage bumped along the cold cobblestone streets
downwards the grand hall were various horses and music could be heard from
blocks away. “My bun is too tight…” Peggy shifted uncomfortably against the
very edge of the riding bench.
“Oh Angelica, look, so many horses are parked up there …do you hear the music?”
Eliza beamed, almost forgetting this night was not for her. She stuck her head
out some more into the night hair and squealed. “So excited, I haven’t danced
“I think one of you laced my corset too tight too, I feel like my ribs are
breaking” Peggy shifted again, this time her body was thrown up with a particularly
hard bump in the rode and the top of her head met the carriage ceiling. “owowowow”
“Peggy stop messing around.” Eliza whispered, leaning back towards the window.
Peggy stuck her tongue out at Eliza, slowly meeting Angelica’s judgmental
stare. She retracted her tongue and pouted as she looked out her window and
watched as the gray clouds gathered along the bleak sky. Their carriage parked
itself by the sidewalk leading up the hall. The footman came around and helped
the three ladies out and reminded them they had strict instructions to be out
in four hours.
Peggy groaned slouching as they walked towards the Hall. Suddenly she felt an
arm go around her shoulders and give her a squeeze. “Angelica—“
“Your bun is fine, your corset is hardly tight you can’t even see your bosom.”
She smirked, “and you’ll have fun.” She read her youngest sister like a book. “Forget
about what Eliza told you, don’t worry about me or what I am intended to do.
Have…fun, Pegs” She kissed the top of Peggy’s head and fluffed up the small bun
that held only half of her volumes hair. The other half was left loose in
thick, cascading curls.
The three girls entered the warm hall; already the smell of
ale and the music filled their senses immediately. Just as fast as the men standing
around the entrance became aware the Schuyler sisters had graced their ball for
“Keep your wits ahead of you girls, the men here are hungry rebels who will not
think twice in taking some poor girl to the barn out back.” Angelica smirked knowingly.
Rating/Warnings: General Audiences, mentions of bullying but not too many
Request: “Can you pls do an Ashton or Calum (you can choose) imagine where they’re a nerd and they ask you to prom or a date but you’re driven to reject him because of the people around you but you actually like him? And then you end up standing up against them when you realize that he really does like you and you’re sick and tired of all the judgemental people.”
Summary: It’s prom! Who’s gonna be your date? Would you choose a hot guy at your school or maybe the cute little nerd at your class?
A/N: I’m sooorry for being so late but yeah… life happens all the time lol. I hope you like as much I liked writing it. Anyway, if you enjoyed it please please please please please, like/reblog the post since it’s the only thing the writers can understand whether you liked their work or not. Comments and feedback are always appreciated and I loved reading every single one of them! Enought with the ranting… Happy reading! xx
I'm sorry you have to deal with people being nasty but I wanted to thank you for writing Edward so thoroughly, I'm sick of this site calling him abusive or problematic just because he's a flawed person and one of his flaws was hating himself for every little mishap!
sorry i’m getting to this a little late but i didn’t want this to go unanswered because !!!!!!! this is honestly why i strongly disagree with the use of the word ‘problematic’ when talking about edward. not to say he’s perfect but c'mon.
in fact, i feel like tumblr peeps throw the word around so easily they forget what it means. symptomatic and problematic aren’t the same.
look, he did some bat shit crazy stuff. things that are not okay. but ! he NEVER did anything to have control over bella. he never took pleasure from affecting Bella’s life in anyway, save when he realises she’s happy.
and once she is a vampire and doesn’t need of his protection, but importantly when renesmee is born and he becomes a father (and one of these days i’m going to write a long ass meta about how being a dad seriously rearranged stuff in his head and his brain got its shit together. he tweets “my daughter cured my depression” memes unironically), his attitude completely shifts. he’s much more relaxed, focused on his child, he’s all heart eyes over bella being strong and independent. he was so relieved and PROUD of her.
an abuser would never be happy to see their victim doing well without them.
if you’ve read midnight sun you know he did everything out of responsibility that weighted on his shoulders. he stalked bella at night to change alice’s visions of bella’s death. he was extra about bella’s safety because she was being threatened.
he wasn’t happy doing any of these things, he HATED himself for them.
AND ! HE APOLOGISED. no excuses given, no justifications or guilt tripping. when he realised he did something bad, he apologised and took responsibility for what he did without excuses.
he apologised to bella a million times throughout eclipse, he apologised for getting angry during the pregnancy, for underestimating her when she was a human. he admitted out loud that he was wrong to be so extra.
so yeah, we can talk about how being jealous is petty (though understandable, and i dont get how is being a hundred years old is supposed to make him immune to jealousy lmao he’s supposed not to have feelings?) and how taking bella’s truck engine out was a dick move and so on
but to call him abusive or claim you can’t be a feminist if you’ve ever did anything wrong in your life is just plain ridiculous and i’m having none of it.
and finally, we can’t have authentic stories and believable characters without them making mistakes and, hopefully, learning from them. edward did make mistakes, and he DID learn from them. the one thing he did that would count as ‘evil’ was killing rapists, and honestly? they deserved it.
never tell me my emo son can’t be a feminist for whatever bullshit misconception that people can’t have any flaws when he literally hunted down men who abused women.
A/N: AND A DAY OF BOOK BOYS HAS BEGUN! ENJOY MY CRAZY SPAM TODAY!
scream, storming into the Gryffindor common room. The red-haired boy turns to
you and bursts into laughter at the sight of your bubble-gum pink hair, clearly
pleased with the result of his latest prank. You give him the most anger-filled
glare and hiss, “I’m going to fucking
“Ha. That’s cute sweatheart,”
Fred smirks back.
“Watch your back
Weasley,” You seethe.
You sit in the common
room, looking over your book every few minutes at Fred, who is sitting across
the room. The pink had finally come out of your hair and you had decided to get
Fred sat with his
brother and friend, Lee Jordan, working on their homework, when his seat
combusted. You had placed a spell on it that wouldn’t burn Fred, but it would
scare him a bit and leave him looking like an idiot. Fred let out a feminine
shriek and everyone turned to look at him, he sits on the ground with
ash-covered hair, face, and clothes. Everyone bursts into laughter around him
and you push through the crowd, you stick your hand out to him with a smirk on
your face, “I told you to watch your back.”
He stares up at you
and stutters, “You-you are-”
“Gorgeous, a genius, incredibly
your hand and pushes himself up. Brushing himself off, he says in awe, “…Dangerous.”
Anonymous asked: Hiya, Meg! Can I request a Loki x fem!reader? Maybe the two of them don’t get along, but they begin bonding when neither of them can sleep one night. The realize they both have a love of books and share that. Eventually they fall in love. Just something sweet and fluffy. Thank you!!
Here is your one-shot, lovely! I do not own Loki! He belongs to Marvel.
Warnings: Fluff and it’s a little long
Pairings: Loki x fem!reader
You groaned as you turned to look
at the clock. 2 am. You’d been trying to sleep for hours to no avail. Groaning
once more, you threw back the covers and swung your legs out of bed. You
quietly made your way out of your room and down to the kitchen. You quickly
drank a glass of milk before heading to the living room. “Maybe reading
would help,” you muttered. You stopped short when you saw Loki sitting
Summary: After a series of events leave her life in pieces, Emma Swan finds herself hitchhiking out of Maine, her wallet empty and her heart broken. The best she hopes for is a driver who isn’t a pervert and takes her far away from the painful memories of Storeybrooke. But when she finds a ride with a quiet truck driver named Jones, Emma discovers that maybe a trustworthy friend is all she needs.
Note: This chapter was originally split up into two parts, and I was only going to post the first. But then I watched tonight’s episode of this @$%#ing show and i have such a major case of viewer’s blue balls that I figured it would be mean to do the same to my lovely readers. Please enjoy this monster chapter. Bless.
Don’t freeze out there, huh? Good
advice, but hard to follow, Emma thought sourly, as they left the warm,
comfortingly grease-scented air of the bar behind. It had already been cold
outside when they arrived, but the temperature seemed to have dropped even further
while they were inside, and a light snow was falling. She pulled her coat’s
hood up with one hand, then returned it to Jones’ arm, keeping a firm grip with
all ten fingers.
He wasn’t staggering anymore, although as they walked slowly across the
parking lot, threading through cars and trucks, his steps were slightly uneven.
Not that she was perfectly steady, herself; Emma could still feel the beer
pounding through her veins, making her a little dizzy. Their breath formed
clouds in the freezing air, and Emma longed to call a cab, even just for a
if astro were things that felt like home, mj would be the wind chimes. he’s the soft ringing of the bells in the gentle breeze, humming its favourite tune when you slide the windows open. he’s the playful flutter of curtains dancing in the sun and the crackling of the old radio singing his favourite love songs, and the way you’d dance and hum along to the melody as you go about with your chores.
jinjin would be the paintings that hang on your walls. he’s the one with the sea painted a soft, calm blue and the other a house covered in snow. he’s all the picture frames holding your best memories, and the polaroids you’ve scribbled on and hung on a flimsy red string. jinjin is also the feeling of sleeping in on a saturday morning, where your tired bones sigh in relief and you finally get to breathe.
eunwoo is your old bookshelf standing tall and proud in your room. he’s every book lined up neatly on your little wooden shelves, paperbacks worn and happy from being read many times over. he’s also the notes and stationaries strewn across the desk tucked in a corner, pushed up against the wall right underneath your window. eunwoo is every post it you’ve slapped onto your walls and every scribble you’ve made in blue and red ink, and the forgotten cup of coffee that had gone cold as you work away diligently.
moonbin would be the glow-in-the-dark stars scattered across your ceiling, and the light from the moon or street lamps shining in faintly through your windows. he’s the crack in the door your mother used to always leave open for you, the slither of light that falls across your sheets and the sense of security that it gives you. he’s the murmur of a goodnight’s kiss and the quiet whispers on nights you wake up from a bad dream.
rocky is the feeling of wrapping up in warm blankets on cold, rainy mornings. he’s the cup of hot chocolate you cradle in your palms as you watch movies and wiggle your toes, tucked into a corner of the couch, warm and cosy and peaceful. he’s the smell of your mother’s cooking wafting through the walls of your home and the smile she gives you when you peek into the kitchen. rocky is the cheeky grin you give when you steal a bite and manage to get away with it.
sanha is the laughter that fills in the gaps and the lull of conversation in the air. he’s the doodles on fogged up windows where you make raindrops race, and the flowers arranged randomly in pretty flower vases. sanha is the chirping of baby birds greeting you good morning and the bunch of old plushies on your bed you refuse to throw out, and the secret box you keep little odds and ends in tucked away in your closet.
if astro were things that felt like home–
what am i talking about? they already make me feel at home with the way they just are.
Author’s Note:In this, the reader and Dean are 18 years old and Sam is 14 years old. If you ever have any ideas that you would want to see before the first episode, don’t be shy. I love writing about the series and making the reader’s character stronger.
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