Summary: Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.
Word Count: 2,201
The two of you had fallen into silence, both seemingly lost in thought. The appetizers were delicious, but you couldn’t do more than pick at them. You were too distracted by your thoughts to focus on eating.
So much had happened in so little time. Sure, it seemed like you had your best friend back, but who knew how long that would last. He seemed sincere earlier, but there was no way to guarantee that the two of you wouldn’t get into another stupid argument and find yourselves right back where you started.
The name echoed in whispers in his mind, vibrating in his head. Such a simple name, really. Short, one syllable, clipped. Really, truly just a name. No, it was the woman it belonged to that made it special. That made Jamie want to elongate the name, taste every letter.
It was his own personal poem, musical and song-like. A lullaby that dreamily drifted through his ears, lulling him into calmness.
And why should he feel so strongly about this woman? A woman he just met. A practical stranger.
He knew why, of course. No, it wasn’t just her beauty, though that didn’t hurt his impression of her. She was smart. Professor smart. Biology professor smart. And effortlessly funny. And kind. But, most of all, she was transparent. He felt as if he knew her in one conversation; her eyes stained glass windows into her mechanical mind, her face twisted with every emotion she felt.
He was infatuated with her: her voice, her eyes, her smile, her mind…
He tested her name out again, speaking to the darkness of early morning:
“Jamie? Jamie!” He shook himself from his thoughts, the large dining room coming into focus. His sister was speaking to him.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“What’s going on with ye, Jamie? Yer mind is somewhere else.” Jenny’s eyebrows were drawn in concern. Yes, his mind was elsewhere, but he wasn’t prepared to tell his family exactly where.
“Oh, aye. I’m just…tired. I was up late last night.” Jamie glanced around the table at his family.Sunday dinner at Jenny’s, a tradition that they had started when their father died. The family had grown since then, though. Jenny married Ian, Willie married Nora. Both couples had spawned 2 children each, and Jenny was round with another.
“Ye need to get more sleep, Sawny. Yer not sleeping enough,” Willie interjected.
“Sawny…Sawnyyyyyy…” Willie’s youngest, Elinor, sang sleepily, and dropped her head on her father’s shoulder.
“Aye, I ken. Just, ye never know when ye’ll be inspired.”
“I dinna understand it a bit,” Willie admitted, taking a large bite of pasta. “But I’ll always support ye. However. Ye need to be healthy.”
“I’ll work on it.” Willie placed his hand on his brother’s shoulder, squeezing slightly, before turning his full attention to the meal in front of him. A bottomless pit, that man was.
“Anyway, Jamie,” Jenny interjected. “I was asking what yer working on now?” With a little bit of natural artistic talent, but never taking it further than that, Jenny was always interested in Jamie’s ‘next big project.’
“Ach, just small canvases. Nothing special, really.” Very special, actually, but Jamie didn’t want to tell them about Claire.
“Nothing special? Ye just said yer getting inspired in the middle of the night!” Jenny laughed, blue eyes crinkling.
“Weel, I’ve just been painting…pretty things. Flowers and such. Nothing too…inspired. Just, when it’s in my heid, I have to do it, ken?”
“Nay, but I’ll pretend I do.” Jenny wasn’t convinced, and Jamie knew it. The way her eyes narrowed, and lips pursed; that was her concentration face. He would be asked about it when they were alone. He should definitely leave before there was a chance of that. “How’s the meal, loves?”
“Fantastic as always, sis,” Willie mumbled through a mouthful.
“Chew wif yer mouf closed, Da,” Elinor woke up long enough to say.
“Aye, Peach. Thank ye.”
It was unusual for Jamie to go to the park after Sunday dinner, but there he was. It wasn’t a conscious decision; his body was heading in that direction before his mind could catch up.
He saw Claire from a distance, her dark mane hard to ignore. Instead of sitting on her usually bench, she was pacing the path, stretching her arms above her head.
Suddenly, she doubled over, grabbing her foot.
“Fuck!” Claire whined, examining her toe. Just a scrape, nothing life-threatening. But, a stubbed toe never felt too good.
“Watch her mouth. There are children present.” She jumped, unaware she had company. She turned to face her companion, a man with the sunset in his hair and a smirk on his lips.
“Jamie! You frightened me!” He blushed.
“I’m sorry, I dinna mean to.” He looked positively abashed with his pink cheeks and downcast eyes.
“No! It’s fine. I wasn’t expecting you. How are you?”
“Good, good. Just had dinner. Are ye alright?” He motioned to her foot, which she was still holding onto.
“Oh, yes. A stubbed toe.” She winked. “I think I’ll survive.”
“Good to hear, Sassenach.” Sassenach? What does that mean. She was about to ask, but he cut off her thoughts. “So…um…can I ask ye something?”
“You just did.” A dumb joke, she knew, but she wanted to see him smile again.
“Aye. Another thing, then.”
“Do ye… Could I, maybe, get yer phone number?” Whatever she was expecting…that was not it. She was undoubtedly pleased.
“Oh. Um. Yes, let me see your phone.”
“Let me see yers as well.” They swapped phones, typing numbers furiously.
“You can text me anytime, Jamie.”
“Aye, I will. I mean, yes. Sure.” Flustered. He was flustered, and it warmed Claire to know she had such an effect.
“I better be off. Got to be up early tomorrow. But… I’ll speak with you soon?”
Jamie woke with a start, the shrill ringing of his cell phone hitting his sensitive ears. What time was it?
2:54 a.m. the clock told him.
He glanced over at his phone on the nightstand. And thrill ran through him. Underneath the bold name “Claire Beauchamp,” was a picture of her, taken not 12 hours ago. He didn’t realize she had put a photo in her contact information. He didn’t realize she took a picture at all.
But, even more surprising, why was she calling him? He wasn’t angry or annoyed, quite the opposite really. It was just…a shock.
Steeling himself, he pressed the little green button in the corner.
Mightily Oats pushed himself up on his hands and knees. Hot flames roared around him, thundering like fiercely burning gas. His skin should have been blackening already, but against all reason the fire felt no more deadly than a hot desert wind. The air smelled of camphor and spices.
He looked up. The flames wrapped Granny Weatherwax, but they looked oddly transparent, not entirely real. Here and there little gold and green sparks glittered on her dress, and all the time the fire whipped and tore around her.
She looked down at him. ‘You’re in the wings of the phoenix now, Mister Oats,’ she shouted, above the noise, ‘and you ain’t burned!’
The bird flapping its wings on her wrist was incandescent.
‘You’re the scholar! But male birds are always ones for the big display, aren’t they.
‘Males? This is a male phoenix?’
It leapt. What flew … what flew, as far as Oats could see, was a great bird-shape of pale flame, with the little form of the real bird inside like the head of a comet. He added to himself: if that is indeed the real bird…
It swooped up into the tower.
‘It doesn’t burn itself?’ Oats said weakly.
‘Shouldn’t think so,’ said Granny, stepping over the wreckage. ‘Wouldn’t be much point.’
‘Then it must be magical fire…’
The phoenix above them flung back its head and screamed at the sky.
‘And to think I thought it was an allegorical creature,’ said the priest.
‘Well? Even allegories have to live,’ said Granny Weatherwax.
(I blame @ktrivia for this, though it became way bigger than I thought it would be. Hades makes me feel too many things eughhh)
The first person you told was May.
Well, to be fair, you didn’t actually tell her. Your best friend had always been abnormally perceptive - especially when it came to you - and this instance was no different.
She found out at lunch one day, when you two were able to take a break from work to stop by a nearby cafe. You were talking about your current case quite animatedly, as was typical, with your friend staring at you with that small, patient smile on her face.
Softly, she said your name to catch your attention. You paused, blinking at her with confusion, until her small smile spread into a smug grin. That was never a good sign.
“So…” she hummed. “There’s something different about you,” she pointed out, cocking her head to the side. “…You’re pregnant, aren’t you?” she asked bluntly after pondering for a moment, making your face flush red as you tried to choke out a competent response. Her grin didn’t waver even as you flustered at your spot across the table.
You didn’t bother lying to her. “How did you know?” you finally sputtered out after taking a sip of ice water.
Her smile turned coy, into that cat-like look she only used to make you squirm. “You’ve been sick all week,” she pointed out. “Do goddesses even get sick?”
“They can get morning sickness, apparently.”
She rolled her eyes. “You didn’t have any wine at dinner with me and Bruno the other night. Also, you’re practically glowing,” she added. “Well, more so than usual.”
You felt your lips press into a thin line. Were you really that transparent? Or was May just that good? She should really be an Agent, you noted in your head.
“So,” May continued when you didn’t reply, ignoring the dumbstruck look on your face. “How did Hades react? I want to know every little detail.”
Narrowing your eyes, you muttered, “I haven’t told him yet, actually.” It was almost an accusation.
Her mouth popped open in shock, a pink tinge coloring her cheeks. “Oh, I didn’t know. I’m such an idiot! I’m sure you wanted him to be the first to know.”
You sighed. “You’re not an idiot,” you assured her, offering a comforting smile. “You’re just too observant for your own good.”
“I know,” she boasted, “but I’m still sorry. Just… let me know when you do tell him, okay?”
The second person to find out was Aphrodite.
You headed up to Olympus the moment the workday ended, feeling rejuvenated after solving your most recent case. Instead of going straight to your estate (which was probably empty, regardless), you made your way to the extravagant dining hall, where the goddess of love promised to meet you for dinner.
The hall was crowded, as was expected at this time in the evening, elegant tables filled with mirthful gods, goddesses, and godly monsters. You couldn’t find your friend in the crowd until the lithe goddess stood from her chair, her long, graceful figure towering above the others.
The goddess grinned at you brilliantly, greeting you with your name. Although you were now a goddess in your own right, Aphrodite still managed to make you speechless in her presence. She had always seemed larger than life to you ever since you were small, and that much hadn’t changed with age or godhood.
It was comforting to you, now, her too-bright aura surrounding you with unmistakable adoration and love. After all, she had tried her hardest to fill in some of empty space your mother left behind, and you were more than thankful for that constant support.
Strong arms wrapped around you, then, pulling you to Aphrodite’s warm chest.
“It’s so lovely to see you, my dear.” She offered another dazzling smile as the two of you sat down, holding out a delicate hand for you to take. You did. “How have you been? It feels as if I haven’t seen you or Hades in far too long.”
“I know,” you murmured, gripping her hand sympathetically. “I don’t know how things got so busy, especially for Hades. I’ve barely seen him the past few weeks, myself.”
“Mm,” she nodded. “The Underworld is a fickle domain. The pantheon is lucky to have someone as level-headed as Hades in charge.”
“True,” you complied. “I just miss my husband.”
“I can tell,” she cooed soothingly. “I can feel how much you’re yearning for him.”
You blushed, fighting the urge to look away from the goddess’ amaranth eyes.
“I can also…” she began to say, trailing off with furrowed eyebrows. You watched her widening eyes move down to your linked hands. “Ah, of course. A mother’s love is always exceptionally strong, even early on,” she murmured, almost to herself, as she pieced her thoughts together.
“I’m… sorry?” you said, feeling as if you’d been submerged in cold water.
“You’re with child, aren’t you?” she asked, though it didn’t sound much like a question.
“…Yes,” you admitted, barely suppressing a grimace. Your eyes shifted around, checking to see if anyone else had heard Aphrodite’s revelation. Hades really needed to know, and soon, but you’d rather he not find out from some gossiping eavesdroppers.
“Congratulations, my dear girl,” she grinned, looking as if she could burst out of her own body from excitement. “I’m here if you need anything, of course.”
“Thank you.” You smiled tentatively.
“And, please, give Hades my love, as well.”
The third person to find out was Persephone.
With a full stomach and heavy eyelids, you made it to your home on Olympus later that evening. Your dinner with Aphrodite had been relaxing, but it had still been an exceptionally long day. You wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed with your husband’s warm body pressed against your own.
You found Persephone seated in the kitchen, staring intensely at a stack of papers and sipping at a mug of tea. A steadfast worker, just like her Uncle.
She looked up when you came in, giving you the sweetest smile and jumping from her chair. She immediately pulled you into a hug. “Welcome home,” she greeted cheerfully.
“It’s good to be home,” you said honestly, feeling increasingly exhausted. “Is Hades back yet?”
Her upturned lips fell into a small pout. “Not yet. Uncle told me he wouldn’t be home until late.” When your body deflated with disappointment, she put a gentle hand on your shoulder. “I’m sorry, honey. Do you want me to make you some tea?”
The offer coaxed a small smile out of you, and you relented with a sheepish nod. In a flurry, she boiled water, poured it into a mug, and dipped one of your favorite tea bags in the steaming liquid with a touch of honey. With her brightest grin, she held the drink out for you to take.
Murmuring your thanks into the mug, you gripped it between both palms, the simple heat emanating from it a comfort in and of itself. The fragrant steam caressed your cheeks, the scent of ginger and orange zest assaulting your nose.
Suddenly, you didn’t feel so well.
Without another word, you placed the mug on the closest surface before rushing to the restroom. As you rested on your knees, hunched over the toilet with nausea hitting you in waves, you were sick until your stomach was empty.
You rested there for a moment, feeling sweat bead on your forehead and the back of your neck. Seconds later, Persephone’s hands were there, then, cool and soothing against your overheated skin.
“Oh, honey,” she murmured, kneeling down beside you and pushing stray strands of hair out of your face. “Feel better?”
You nodded your head against the porcelain, grimacing as you sat up to meet her eyes. You knew that she knew, now. Goddesses rarely got sick - and when they did, it was usually for the same reason.
“Do you know how far along you are?” she asked, rubbing comforting circles on your back while your breathing slowed.
“A month, probably,” you choked out, your throat raw and acidic. “I’ve only known a few days, and Hades has been so busy…”
“It’s alright,” she hummed, pulling you to your unsteady feet. “He’ll be so happy. You know he will.”
You smiled weakly at that.
“Now, let’s get you to bed,” she ordered, leading you towards your room with a hand at the small of your back. “You look ready to pass out.”
She wasn’t wrong. Only moments after curling under the covers, it was hard to ignore the peaceful pull of sleep. But before you succumbed completely to slumber, you were able to send a quick, coherent text to your husband.
I love you.
The sheets next to you shifted softly, the movement pulling you gradually from sleep. You turned onto your side as Hades slipped into bed beside you, his body making the mattress dip. When you murmured sleepily at him - a greeting, perhaps - you heard him sigh.
“I didn’t mean to wake you, my love,” he whispered, though his arms were already curling around you to pull you close.
“Mm. It’s okay.” You moved your tired eyes to the window across the room, noting that the sky was already starting to turn light. Almost morning. “Glad you’re here,” you purred, nuzzling your face into his bare chest. “Missed you.”
You felt him chuckle lightly, his arms tightening around you. “I missed you, too.”
Looking up at him, you let yourself admire the way his beautiful face glowed in the soft morning light. Your fingers snaked up to brush through his short hair, and your heart swelled as his eyes closed with bliss. You couldn’t stop yourself from pulling him down for a small kiss, humming happily against his lips.
“Go back to sleep,” he murmured against your mouth, one of his hands moving to rest at the curve of your waist.
“I’m not tired now,” you teased suggestively, releasing his head to trail your nails down his chest. He shivered in your arms, and you reveled in the way his breath hitched.
He said your name - once, softly - a plea. Again your name fell from his lips, lower and impossibly dark, even for the God of Death, as your fingertips teasingly touched the waistband of his nightclothes.
“My love,” he choked out, his larger hands closing around your wrists. “I would love to, but I don’t know if I have enough energy for-”
The sound of your laughter cut him off, evoking a bashful cough from your husband. “It’s alright,” you giggled, only serving to deepen the blush on his dark skin. “But can we just talk a while?” you asked hopefully, twisting your arms so you could link your hands together.
He looked down at you with unadulterated admiration, that small, sweet smile on his face. “Of course,” he relented, squeezing your twined hands.
“Is everything alright in the Underworld?” you asked tentatively, though you knew he wouldn’t be home if things were too dire. Still, you didn’t miss the way his jaw tightened at the mention of his domain.
“We’ve had trouble with the Keres,” he admitted, shaking his head with a sigh. “Luckily, Cerberus and his brothers are keeping them from leaving the Underworld, but they’ve still been… troublesome.”
You kissed his chest sympathetically, right above his heart, and your felt the pressure of his lips on your head, in turn. “I’m sorry,” you murmured against his skin. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
“No, no,” he assured you, bringing you impossibly closer. “We should be fine, for now. I promise I’ll call if I need you.”
“You better,” you muttered, earning a low laugh from your husband.
“What about you?” he inquired, tilting his head down to meet your eyes. “How has your week been?”
“Busy,” you admitted vaguely, feeling your stomach churn as you sorted through your thoughts. “But I finished one of my cases today.”
“Mm,” he crooned, kissing your forehead - safe, secure.
“Also, I-” You started to tell him, but your throat tightened from the adrenaline in your blood. Was now the right time, half-asleep in bed together?
Immediately, his content expression gave way to one of concern. “Is something wrong?” he asked.
“No,” you said too quickly. You just needed to spit it out. “I’m pregnant, Hades.”
You watched his expression, watched a multitude of emotions flicker across his face in rapid succession. Shock, astonishment, elation, fear.
And then you could see it, see it in his eyes as he looked down at you. You could see it, the awe on his face as your words sunk in.
And as the Ruler of the Underworld, the God of Death realized he had created life in one of its purest forms, you could only hold him tight. His eyes glazed over with tears, and as they fell, you didn’t speak. You let him cry, simply stroking your thumb along his jaw, anchoring him to this reality.
“Are you…” he finally spoke, voice strained and apprehensive. His hands trembled against your body. “Are you sure?”
“I am.” Even your voice was breaking, overwhelmed by how wrecked he had become.
“Oh, my gods,” he exhaled, shaking his head over and over in disbelief. “I can’t… We…”
“I know,” you hushed him, brushing your fingertips along his tear-stained face. He blinked at you in amazement, still, almost as if he were afraid you would disappear from his arms. “I know.”
A sob shook his chest. “I thought I couldn’t make…”
“I know, sweetheart.”
Another dry sob left his lips before his mouth was on yours, warm and salty and sweet. He poured every ounce of love, of astonishment, of joy within him into you, a small form of worship. “Thank you,” he breathed against your lips. “Thank you so much.”
You laughed breathlessly, eyes fluttering open to meet his. He was such an absurd man. “I love you,” was all you could say.
He choked out your name and claimed your lips again. “I love you,” he echoed, his voice barely a whisper. “More than anyone. More than anything.”
And so the God of Death held the Goddess of Family close, joining his body with yours. Together, you celebrated the new life growing within you, the new life created by a love to last eternities.
(Sorry if there’s a million mistakes. I kinda just got inspired and pushed it out.
Also, I’m accepting writing prompts for voltage games, so just feel free to ask if I’ve played a certain game or not!)
Prompt: Galleries are full of history. You just need to have someone who knows about it by your side.
Based on the prompt:
“You’re just another player, and it’s a game over to us.”
Warnings:ANGST, toxic relationship, drug consumption, mild explicit content.
Words: 4999 lolololol
A/N: Requested by one of the angst queens aka @buchananbarnestrash. Hope you like it, I made it as angsty as possible. The end might be a little bit confusing, but I hope you guys got it because when the idea popped in my mind I was like HOLY SHIT PLOT TWIST. And yes, this is some TJ Hammond lifestyle. Sorry it took me so long. After 3 days writing it i declare this fict is a crap. I think I could have done better, but still, hope you guys enjoy it.
Who thought that little kid, the one who used to hide under her mama’s skirt when they tried to cross a bridge would get on a plane to cross the Atlantic Ocean voluntary, to a brand new world, to a brand new inspiration fountain? She always had a fear of heights, yet she bought an apartment on a 10th floor in the city where buildings would be able to communicate with god, where the clouds were nothing but a low roof above the inhabitants head, brushing slightly the pointy skyscrapers built by simple mortals.
She was also afraid of forgetfulness, that’s why she made sure of picturing every single corner of what her pupils could perceive, making the sometimes unperceived beauty pop out with all its glory. That’s why she chose overcome her previous fear over hiding herself on the feet of those giant structures. She wanted to touch, to feel the lilac sky every afternoon, she wanted to capture the city lights like fireflies.
Redux (or, if Klaus had kissed Caroline at the pageant)
For (a very late) Day 2 Butterfly Effect drabble, I wanted to write what would happen if Klaus had actually kissed Caroline in 4x07. Extends only to 4x09 because it turns out doing all of season 4 would have taken a long time and I’m incredibly lazy. Enjoy all!
“It was the only time I thought
about being human.”
Caroline nodded, hearing the honesty in his words, but
something kept her from fully believing him. Was it unfair? He was clearly
trying, and had been nothing but a perfect gentleman all day. But this was
still Klaus, and a nagging insecure
part of her wondered if many other girls had heard some form of ‘hummingbird speech’ over the years.
been easy to take him at his word, but now she wanted something more and she
wasn’t even sure what it was.
“Why are you
telling me this?” she asked, stepping closer.
Klaus quirked an eyebrow. “I believe it was you who asked, sweetheart.”
“Yeah, but you don’t
do anything without a reason.”
“Answering you isn’t
tried to stand firm in her answer but she couldn’t help but feel a little
guilty that she was trying so hard to dismiss his sincerity. Then she felt
guilty for feeling guilty - god, she really should’ve had more champagne when
she had the chance.
Klaus huffed in annoyance and they stood in a tense silence
for a second before a thought struck him. “Perhaps
I should be more transparent then, would that please you?”
Immediately, Caroline regretted not just taking Klaus at his
word as the hybrid stepped closer, staring at her intently. She liked to think
she could stare down anybody she wanted, but Klaus was ancient and his eyes
stripped her off every single facade she had, leaving her bare and open to him.
She wanted to step back, but remained firmly in place.
“What are you
doing?” she asked shakily.
answer, only smiled and before she knew it, he stole a kiss.
It must have been a second, but it could’ve been hours for all the thoughts
that slammed into her mind. First: it was nothing more than a peck, but Klaus
was insanely good at
this. Second: There were people watching.
Klaus pulled away, that same sincerity in his eyes but she
barely had a moment to process what had just happened before they were
“What the fuck?!”
Caroline snapped her head to the right and realized Tyler
was watching them from afar, but she could clearly hear his fury. His friend, Hayley, was right there, and
Caroline swore she looked a little too smug. She’d already opened her mouth to swear it wasn’t what it
looked like before she realized that they were supposed to be broken up and she
bit her tongue. Tyler turned on his heel and stalked away, Hayley following
“Well, I’d say he’s
having trouble letting go,” Klaus remarked. He sounded flippant, but Caroline
knew he had to be suspicious.
“I just - I have to
go,” Caroline muttered, and before anything else could happened, she’d turned
on her heel and was marching away as fast as she could without using her full
speed. Thankfully, Klaus picked this moment to let her go, and she didn’t even
want to guess what was going to happen because of this.
It turns out; she didn’t
have to wait to find out.
It took her a second to realize who was talking to her, and
she looked up to see Elena in front of her. “Elena,
I really don’t have time to argue,” she started, but her friend just scoffed.
“But you have time
for Klaus, right?”
Caroline stuttered, “What
are you talking about?”
“Tyler just ran
into me. Apparently I get hell for trusting Damon but you can kiss Klaus?”
Oh god, this was unraveling so fast, Caroline scrambled to
keep a hold on things. “Listen,
it wasn’t like that-”
“Save it Care,”
Elena said, already turning away. “I can’t believe you’d do this to us.”
everything is about you? Caroline thought bitterly as she watched
her friend go. She considered running after her but now that the dust had
settled Caroline just felt emotionally exhausted. Maybe she’d call Stefan, but for now, she
needed to get away from this pageant as fast as she could.
Summary: Kurt and another professor both like each other and some tricky mutant students attempt to get them together.
“Alright, class dismissed.” Feet shuffled and students excitedly chattered as they exited your classroom. You sighed as you gathered your supplies and headed out the door towards your living quarters. You loved teaching at the Xavier Institute, you really did, but the students could be a handful. Young, gifted mutants always seemed hard to handle because they were exploring their powers without fully understanding what they were capable of. Earlier this morning, a young man set your board on fire, causing an eruption of laughter. And now you need a new one. You shook your head and a smile broke out on your face.
Just as you reached your room, a frightened voice called out. “Ms. (Y/N)! Something’s gone terribly wrong.” Fear and dread flashed through your body and you turned to follow the girl.
“What is it?” She didn’t respond but just kept fast-walking, looking back at you every few seconds to make sure you were following. She disappeared through one of the heavy wooden doors at the end of the corridor and you followed suit. But once you entered the room, she was gone. Your heart pounded as you took in the sight of Professor Kurt Wagner lounging on a sofa. His bright red eyes were locked on yours and he gave a shy smile.
“Um - sorry…did you see a girl come through here?” You fidgeted with the hem of your blouse.
“Yes, however she teleported out. I’m not sure what that was about.”
You heard the door slam behind you followed by laughter that sounded like both boys and girls. You turned around and pounded your fist on the door, “Open it. Now.”
“What’s going on?” He got up and walked towards you.
“I-I’m not sure.” Oh god, he’s standing so close. Your thoughts were rapid and you could feel your heartbeat pick up. He knocked on the door also and called out for the students.
“Children, open this door!” He continued to knock, but the voice of a boy spoke up.
“Everyone sees how you two look at each other. It’s so obvious.”
“You should be thanking us, really.” A girl giggled.
You looked at him, horrified. Were you really that transparent? Did he know you were attracted to him?
His scarlet eyes met yours and he looked equally as frightened. “(Y/N), what are they going on about?”
You looked away from his gaze and tried to turn the knob again. “I should’ve read her mind before following her in here! That was so stupid of me.”
A few moments of silence passed but he soon spoke up. “They’re not wrong you know.”
You felt like you were going to be sick. “What?”
He had a hint of a smile on his face and he took another step closer to you. “I’ve noticed that you seem nervous around me. Do you have feelings for me?”
No no this can’t be happening. You ignored what he said and continued to knock on the door, desperate for someone to save you from this embarrassing situation.
“Because I do find myself very intrigued by you, Miss (Y/N).”
Your eyes darted to his face and he had an embarrassed grin on his face, and if his skin weren’t a dark blue pigment, you figured that he would have been blushing.
“You do?” Your eyes went wide.
He nodded. “Do you feel the same?”
You looked down at your feet as you felt heat rush to your cheeks. “Well…yeah, I really do.”
A long finger lifted your chin and once again you were faced with his menacing (but fantastic) red eyes. “Well then this is good, right? Maybe we should thank them, because I’ve been wanting to tell you for months but I was too afraid that you would reject me.”
“Why would you think that?” You were in disbelief.
He looked down for a moment and then back up at you. “Look at me. I’m horrifying.”
His low self esteem suddenly raised your confidence. You didn’t want to ever hear him tear himself down. “If you were ‘horrifying’, then why would I find you so beautiful?”
He smiled, his teeth contrastingly white against his dark blue skin. “You really think so?”
You just nodded and he lifted a hand to your cheek. “Well, I find you very beautiful also.”
Your cheeks burned as his eyes scanned your face and lingered on your lips. His voice was barely above a whisper before he said, “Can I kiss you, (Y/N)?”
You were shocked but regained control of yourself. “Please do.”
He laughed at the words and then softly left a lingering kiss on your lips. It was short but so very perfect. He pulled back and smirked down at you. “Should we punish them?”
“Oh, yes. Definitely.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him back down to your lips.
Thanks for requesting! I thought the idea was really cute
You shot up in bed rubbing your eyes. There was a loud banging coming from your front door. You glanced towards the alarm clock. 3:03am. Who would be banging on your door at three in the morning? You shrugged. Maybe J needed something, or maybe he had one too many and needed someone to help take care of JJ.
Story time: I'm 22 and my mum has a benign tumour that's started to affect her memory, both long amd short term, yet she can still recite every detail about both her pregnancies- time, weight, length, first kick, first time she felt me & my bother move, cravings, the fact that she couldn't stand the smell of chicken, exactly how long she was in labour. This is with something that should make her forget these things, especially from 2 decades ago. That's what a MOTHER'S memory is like.
someone with three kids, I can honestly say that the lies Brianna and
Olivia were spewing was so transparent for me to see. Being asked what
her craving was and she comes up with fast food? Seriously? Even to this
day, I could tell anyone who asked me about cravings I experienced, I
could instantly tell that them tomato and mayo sandwiches with pepper
was my ultimate go-to. I just can’t comprehend the absurdity of the
entire situation. There is no way these two fools go near a baby
So sorry for the delay! This one was a problem child, or maybe I was the problem child.
It’s a delicate chapter (lots of feels-sorry ‘bout that) and I felt like I almost had to choreograph it point to point which led to a lot of over thinking and second guessing. But there’s balance to these things, especially a chapter like this with so many heavy aspects still left to deal with. I had to remind myself that it’s only been about 8 hours since Felicity got to the Queen mansion. So I hope I’ve done it justice. We’re creeping closer to the end. Massive hugs and thanks to all of you who have stuck this one out, it means the world.
I was rereading your AP physics story and I noticed the part where you complained about waterbeds not being nap time aquariums. I thought I was the only one!! When I was like... nine my best friend and I had this elaborate dream bedroom plan that involved a bunkbed that was two waterbeds stacked up and each waterbed was transparent and had fish living in it. So reading that you also felt waterbeds should have fish in them totally made my day (not to mention brining up good memories)!!
finding out the truth about water beds was the most disappointing thing to happen to me since I realized I’d be paid 30% less than my brother for doing the same job.
Ahh, Adventure Time, hard to believe it’s going to turn 5-years-old this year. 5 years and still going plenty strong; viewership of new episodes is always high, merchandise sales are through the roof, and the fanbase is only continuing to grow in size.
It is a show that saved Cartoon Network from a Dark Age of mediocre original programming and steered producer interests away from subpar live action shows. You could say Adventure Time was a game charger and brought on a new kind of creative prosperity in children’s animation made for television. Thanks to the silly humor, imaginative stories, colorful characters, off-beat dialogue, and not being afraid to get serious and substantial, Adventure Time brought in audiences of all ages, and from all walks of life.
The show has had loads of ups… but unfortunately loads of downs as well. You know where this is going, for as much as the show gets praised for its writing there is a lot of dumb decisions made in regard to plot progression and character evolution. Some of these poor decisions have majorly detrimented the show, leading to plot holes, plot cul-de-sacs, actual content not matching the hype that was advertised, or in some cases just outright terrible resolutions.
For today’s post, we’re going to talk about 8 OF THE WORST CREATIVE DECISIONS MADE IN ADVENTURE TIME. These can involve plot points, character stories or episodes that just weren’t up to par. You’ve got to wonder if some of these are a result of poor writing from the staff, or production mandates to keep the show from straying too far past the status quo and keep it accessible to new audiences.
I’m going to make a DISCLAIMER and say some of these opinions might be considered controversial and I hope you’ll all understand that I don’t mean any ill-will in the things I say. Also, if you haven’t seen the show this can get a little spoiler-y