¡Buen día! - Good day! *You can use this expression at anytime of the day.
¡Buenos días! - Good morning!
¡Buenas tardes! - Good afternoon!
¡Buenas noches! - Good evening! / Good night!
*We use this expression when the sun is already down. We use it for greeting people or to say good-bye. We also use it when we go to sleep.
¡Hola a todos! - Hello everyone!
¡Saludos! - Greetings!
¡Bienvenido/a! - Welcome! (singular)
¡Bienvenidos/as! - Welcome! (plural)
¡Hola de nuevo! / ¡Hola otra vez! - Hello again!
Asking how they’ve been
¿Cómo estás? - How are you? (informal)
¿Cómo está? - How are you? (formal) ¿Cómo están? - How are you? (plural)
¿Cómo te va? - How is it going? (informal)
¿Cómo le va? - How is it going? (formal)
¿Cómo les va? - How is it going? (plural)
¿Cómo va todo? - How are things? / How is everything going?
¿Qué cuentas? - What’s new? (informal)
¿Qué cuentan? - What’s new? (plural)
¿Cómo has estado? - How have you been? (informal)
¿Cómo ha estado? - How have you been? (formal)
¿Cómo han estado? - How have you been? (plural)
¿Cómo te ha ido? - How have you been? (informal)
¿Cómo le ha ido? - How have you been? (formal)
¿Cómo les ha ido? - How have you been? (formal) The question “¿Cómo has estado?” is more direct, it goes right to the person, how is their health, job, etc. The question “¿Cómo te ha ido?” is less direct, it asks how situations have been going to them.
¿Qué has estado haciendo? - What have you been doing? (informal)
¿Qué ha estado haciendo? - What have you been doing? (formal)
¿Qué han estado haciendo? -What have you been doing? (plural)
¿Cómo (te) la estás pasando? - How are you doing? (informal)
¿Cómo (se) la está pasando? - How are you doing? (formal)
¿Cómo (se) la están pasando? - How are you doing? (plural) One of the meanings of the verb “pasar” is “to spend time”. This question could be translated as “How are you spending your time?” or “Are you having a good time?”. “Te” and “se” are optionals.
Saying ‘hello!’ after a long time
¡Cuánto tiempo sin verte! -Long time no see! (informal)
¡Cuánto tiempo sin verlo/verla! - Long time no see! (formal)
¡Cuánto tiempo sin verlos/verlas! - Long time no see! (plural) verlo = see you (to a man) verla = see you (to a woman) verlos = see you (to a group of men. OR a group of men and women) verlas = see you (to a group of women)
¡Me alegro de verte! - It’s nice to see you! (informal)
¡Me alegro de verlo/verla! - It’s nice to see you! (formal)
¡Me alegro de verlos/verlas! - It’s nice to see you! (plural)
¡Qué alegría verte! - I’m so happy to see you! (informal)
¡Qué alegría verlo/verla! - I’m so happy to see you! (formal)
¡Qué alegría verlos/verlas! - I’m so happy to see you! (plural)
¡Qué gusto verte! - I’m glad to see you! (informal)
¡Qué gusto verlo/verla! - I’m glad to see you! (formal)
¡Qué gusto verlos/verlas! - I’m glad to see you! (plural)
Saying ‘nice to meet you’
¡Mucho gusto! - Nice to meet you! (neutral)
¡Encantado/a! - I’m pleased to meet you! (neutral) You can use these expressions in informal and formal situations and with one person or many people.
¡Encantado/a de conocerte! - I’m pleased to meet you! (informal)
¡Encantado/a de conocerlo/la! - I’m pleased to meet you! (formal)
¡Encantado/a de conocerlos/las! - I’m pleased to meet you! (plural) You change “encantado” or “encantada” depending if you are a man or a woman. You change “conocerlo”, “conocerla”, “conocerlos”, or “conocerlas” depending on whom you are talking to.
Warnings: Dry Humping, Dirty talk (do you seriously expect anything else from me tbh), just a lot of filth.
A/N: Okay so, I know this is 2 days late but I had to prepare an unexpected presentation, as well as present, at a peace symposium so i could not post on time. Though please appreciate that I ignored all my studies for an exam in 3 days and spent the whole afternoon writing and editing this, bless. Thank you. Other than that, happy reading :))))) Also the part about them being too beautiful is no exaggeration. To the people who have seen BTS live will know what I am talking about.
A/N: first chapter! Read the prologue first, if you are a new reader!
The morning following her arrival to Hateno Village, after giving him a kiss on his brow, Zelda left a deeply asleep Link to get acquainted with her new place of residence.
Clad in her more comfortable blouse, pants and boots, she wandered through the winding road up the hill, until she could reach a height at which she could observe the whole place.
The sight brought a satisfying smile to her face.
It’s amazing how Hateno has changed! It was a small settlement a hundred years ago, now it’s bursting with life and activity. Link's house is one of the oldest ones - it was about to be demolished, can you believe it?
She kept walking, reaching the premises of the Laboratory, with the intention of greeting its colorful resident.
Despite her extremely youthful appearance, Zelda recognized the sheikah scientist - her glasses gave her away.
‘Goddesses, Purah, what happened to you?!’, Zelda gasped in shock, hands covering her open mouth.
‘Occupational hazards, Princess’, the tiny child-woman said, shrugging and giving her a cheery wink. ‘Good to see you again!’
'Likewise. I came to see how you were faring’, Zelda informed her, ‘and to ask if you could see how my Sheikah slate is working’.
Purah checked the device thoroughly while she explained the Princess her findings on the past century - she was not scant on the details of her accident.
‘It’s perfectly fine, but some upgrades wouldn’t hurt’, she explained, tapping the screen. 'Go back to Link's and see if he has spare parts’.
‘How do you know I’m at his house?’, Zelda asked.
'Symin went out and brought some gossip on how Hateno’s newest mystery resident arrived with a lady in a white dress on the back of his horse’, Purah explained, gesticulating with excitement. 'Besides the black fog at the castle faded in a burst of light the other day. You don’t have to be a genius to assume you both defeated the Calamity!’
'Which is true’, Zelda assured. 'I wouldn’t be here if we hadn’t, would I?’
'Sure thing! But in all honesty, I think people probably think you just got hitched’, she chuckled, with a cheery grin, 'white dresses can be misleading!’
The Princess’ face looked as a freshly mined ruby.
'Purah, I will return later with the materials’ - Zelda dashed to the door - 'I need to fix this misunderstanding!’
Zelda didn’t even have to open the door, for Link smashed it open. He waved to the scientists.
'I was looking for you’ - he grabbed her hand, taking her with him - ‘Come with with me’. He seemed a bit upset.
'I know I should have let you know where I was going’, she recognized, letting herself be guided by him. 'Where are we going?’
Zelda looked to the village as they approached it. There was a small crowd gathered near the general store. Immediately an idea popped in her head.
'A-are you going to introduce me…’, she asked nervously. ’…to the people?’
He nodded, smiling widely.
'What are we going to tell them?’, she asked, trying to find the words to explain easily who was her and how she got there.
She squinted at him, not sure if he was going to tell an abridged version of the facts, or actually the whole story.
Before she could even muster a word to introduce herself, Link surprised her.
‘This is Zelda’, he presented her, 'she is living with me from now on, as my permanent roommate. Be nice to her, please, she is new to many things’.
No more details. A very Link introduction for sure. Only one thing made her iffy.
People kindly greeted her, giving her a warm welcome. Some people even gave her gifts, mostly prepared meals and flowers.
Once she knew all the names, both returned home.
'Permanent roommate? Seriously?’, Zelda asked, certainly upset, leaving the gifts on the table. 'What kind of concept is that?’
'I’m sorry, but what else would I say to them?’ - he shrugged- ‘We’re not newlyweds, like some people thought, and they already know mostly everything about you but your name’.
'What do they know about me?’, she asked startled, worried about his answer.
'I’ve been running around all the corners of Hyrule for months, talking more and to more people than I ever had in my entire life’, he informed her. ‘Most folks in Hyrule know about me and my mission’ - he sighed, drooping his shoulders - 'go figure out the rest’.
'And I was thinking how fantastic would be a life in anonymity, at least for a while’, she sighed in resignation.
I had a really eventful morning. Not only I was able to catch up with the findings of a very rejuvenated Purah - my Sheikah slate is in dire need of updates in comparison to Link’s - but I was also introduced to the villagers by my “permanent roommate” - a term coined by Link to describe our current living status, which I find uncomfortable, to say the least, considering all that has transpired between us.
After lunch, Zelda went to the Lab to upgrade her slate, and wandered around, trying its new features.
I am amazed by the upgrade features! I am out of words by the compendium. I’m so eager to complete it; I might be able to add something new if I am lucky enough to discover a creature or a stone.
The rustle of grass took her eyes away from her writing. She already knew who it was.
'What do you want, permanent roommate?’, she asked, closing her notepad, not even turning to face him. 'I’m busy with my research’.
‘You aren’t. You always do that thing when you are mad’, he noted, 'You shut yourself away, not telling why you are acting like that’ - he sat on the grass next to her - ‘I’m not leaving until you explain yourself’.
‘Your poor choice of words when explaining our relationship to the villagers’. She cut straight to the point.
And then it dawned on him. Zelda heard the slapping noise of his hand against his face and a troubled groan.
‘I’m sorry’, he apologized in a pitiful tone, ‘I didn’t mean it; I thought it described well out situation’.
‘I know’, she acknowledged, turning to face him, ‘That’s why I went to be grumpy on my own. I can be petty if I want to’.
‘I do remember that’.
‘It’s not just that though… I thought people didn’t know who I was’, Zelda commented, playing with the grass blades. ‘I wanted a fresh start, to do whatever I wanted, specially researching’
'No one is telling you what to do now, but’ - he stroked her hair- 'you are who you are, and you can’t rub that off you…You can be a scholar, and still fulfill your royal duties’.
'Let’s go back home’, he requested, offering his hand for her to stand up, 'I made you cake’.
'Sounds like a good plan’, she observed, holding his hand.
They walked hand in hand back home, silently, stealing glances.
Once home, she realized that next to the cake was a beautiful notebook, covered in leather.
'I forgot to give you your birthday gift last night’, he admitted, handing her the item, 'I thought you might want to continue your research in a proper logbook’.
Her eyes widened, with a spark of glee shining on her emerald irises, and a wide smile graced her lips. Her priceless reaction made him feel extremely rewarded.
'Goddesses, it’s fantastic!’, she shouted, examining it, ‘Thank you’ -she held the notebook against her heart- 'this means so much to me’.
He just remained silent, cheeks tinted red.
‘I have a lot of research to do’, she told him coyly, tapping the hard-covered notebook. 'I consider you have the qualifications required to be my assistant… What do you think?’
‘As long as it doesn’t involve eating raw hot-footed frogs’ - he made a disgusted gesture - ‘I accept’.
His answer compelled her to give him a big kiss on the cheek.
This is the first, albeit unofficial entry in this log. I have to catch up not only with a hundred years of research, but also with all the people who remain from our past and present. Link will join me in this quest, not only as my guardian and assistant, but also as something else - to my surprise, this logbook had a charming dedication, perhaps added after a misunderstanding we had during the day, related precisely about our relationship status:
Being reunited with the group after a long time would include:
• After being separated from the group a long time ago, wandering and fighting alone through this world the day would come you’d stand before Alexandria’s gates not knowing who you’d meet again
• You would look up the gates hearing a familiar voice calling your name
• Looking up you would see Abraham shouting chuckling and with glowing eyes down to you what a tough walker asskicking badass you are to make it here after all this time before opening the gates
• You being startled realizing that you’ve not only found a safe place but also a part or maybe even all of the people you missed that long
• You being greeted by a stunned Rick, who would just give you a hug and welcome you to your new home after he completely realizes that you’re alive and healthy before saying that he will show you everything after the others have seen you
• Michonne would come happily over to you with Judith on her arm while you are stunned about how much she has grown
• Daryl would come over to you and shortly after standing before each other not knowing what to do he would hug you tightly and tell you afterwards that he can’t wait to go on runs with you again
• Glenn would sit hours in the evenings after your arrival on a porch talking with you about everything that has happened to you and to the group during the time you were gone and the losts they had
• Maggie would happily tell you that she’s pregnant and seeing her that happy with Glenn would be the best greeting gift you could imagine besides seeing them again
• Father Gabriel saying that this, you coming back to them, strengthens his believes in wonders
• Seeing Carl with the bandage around his eye would shock you the first moments letting you worry about him but also being happy to see him again and him telling you after some days how all that has happened
• Eugene coming to you afterwards with a repaired radio as a gift to show you how happy he is that you’re back through not really knowing how to show it to you on another way
• Carol would be extremely happy to see you again and would be relieved that you’re safe and sound and after you heard about her baking cookies, you would have a big basket with them standing on your porch one morning
• After Rosita saying that she weren’t sure if you would make it to ever meet them again, Tara would say that she never gave up on thinking that one day you would come back
• After all, every single one of them being happy that you’re back with them, knowing that without you the group isn’t complete
Sehun’s feet began moving towards the scene before he could properly process what was happening. He swiftly grabbed your wrist and yanked you from Suho’s grasp.
“What do you think you are doing?” He spat through gritted teeth. His jawline was rigid as he waited for a response.
"Let go of me"
"I wasn’t talking to you" he snapped, pulling you closer to him. His muscles were tense as he tightened his grip on you. It took a lot of effort not to cry out from the pain he was causing you.
"I think you need to let her go.“ Suho chimed in, trying to remain calm despite his youngers flurry of emotions. The two stared each other down for what seemed like forever before Sehun finally let go of your wrist.
"Fine, have it your way.” He tossed your wrist away as if it burned him to touch you. Disgust reigned over his features as he took one final look at you, drinking in your entirety, before walking away. You watched his retreating figure as he stormed down the hall from which he came. Your throbbing wrist invaded your storm of thoughts, bringing your attention back to the here and now.
The skin there was red and angry where his fingers were.Surely it would leave a bruise the next day. Suho gently reached out to grab your injured wrist. He carefully inspected the extent of what Sehun did, being extra gentle as to not make it worse.
"You should really put some ice in this" he breathed, still holding your wrist. He held a look of utmost sincerity as he spoke. It was almost as if he was genuinely concerned. You weren’t about to accept his pitty however, not after what just happened.
"I’m fine, thank you" you hastily remarked pulling your wrist back. “I’m going to go, thank you for your help.” You hurriedly turned on your heel and walked out the tall glass doors of the building. You just went wherever your feet led you, not caring that it had started to rain. If anything, the rain was welcomed, because it cleared the streets of any people, and allowed your tears to freely fall.
Sehun stormed down the hall, furious that Suho had the audacity to try and comfort you. You had left him, so it was your fault if you felt any remorse. Besides, it was none of the leaders business. Suho needed to keep his hugs away from you and anyone else he knew Sehun was interested in.
As he continued down the hall, a familiar face rounded the corner.
"Oh, Sehun oppa" she greeted with the brightest smile on her face. It was his new assistant, aka, your replacement.
"Oh Wendy, it’s so great to run into you. I had something I needed to see you about.“ And with that he pulled the overly happy assistant into the nearest supply closet, just as he had done with you only a month before.
His lips were instantly on hers, greedily sucking and biting. He forced his tongue into her mouth, swallowing any protests she may have had. His hands were all over her body. Squeezing her breast, grabbing her ass, pulling her wrinkle free frilled blouse from the confines of her black pencil skirt. He all but ripped open the buttons to her top while ravishing her neck. He purposefully left marks on every inch of skin he could.
Soft moans filled the small confines of the storage room as Sehun had his way with the assistant. His pants were proving to be to constricting for him, so without detaching himself from her now bruised neckline, he loosened his belt and lowered his pants just enough for his fully hardened member to spring free. Soon Wendy was hoisted against the wall, her skirt was pulled above her hips, and her small Lacey panties were ripped off her. Her chest was rapidly falling and rising as she continued to have labored breaths. In a normal situation she would have chastised Sehun for destroying her prized delicates, but in this moment she was at a loss for words.
Sehun expertly aligned himself with her dripping entrance before lowering her body down in a swift motion. He filled her to the hilt, causing her to scream out louder than anticipated at the sudden intrusion. Any passer by would have heard the commotion, but Sehun was smarter than that. He knew that the only people in the area at this time of day were Wendy and you. Wendy was a little preoccupied with him at the moment, and based upon the events that unfolded in the lobby, he knew you were long gone. All the better for Sehun. He pulled out of Wendy before slamming back into her at a rapid pace. Lewd sounds of skin on skin filled the room as he continued to pound into her. All the while she repeated his name like a mantra.
"Sehun I’m so close” she raggedly breathed. A few more hardened bucks of his hips and she was unraveling in his arms. Sehun wasn’t finished though. He never let up his pace as she finished riding out her high. As Sehun grew close, he pulled her off his lap, and force red her onto her knees.
“You know what to do.” Was all he spoke. Immediately she latched onto his shaft with her lips. His hands were latched in her dark locks as he all but fucked her face. Wendy was used to this though. It was the agreement they had made. He would fuck her till she reached her bliss, then she would finish him by sucking him off. A pretty fair trade in her opinion.
Sehun was close to his release. This was made evident by his unsteady movements and scattered grunts. Wendy bobbed her head a few more times before Sehun rammed his member to the back of her throat. His hot seed spilled down her esophagus as she choked from her gag reflex being triggered. Sehun pulled away from her, his member springing from her lips with a light popping sound. Wendy crumbled on the floor trying to catch her breath.
After tidying himself up, he gave Wendy a helping hand in pulling her to a standing position.
“Good job. You always were a good little slut for me.” He winked before heading out the door and into the hall.
Wendy knew what to do. Straighten herself up, wait five minutes, and continue on with her day as if nothing had happened. It was easy really. No one would know of their relationship, but she would still have her sexual needs fulfilled.
After giving herself a once over, she proceeded out into the hall, carrying on her business like she would any other day. She sinfully smiled to herself thinking about the whole situation. The day you had left Sehun, he came to her with a deal that was too good to be true. They would have casual sex, of course without him releasing inside her. She would suck him off, and that would be their little secret. What Sehun didn’t know was that Wendy had tricks up her sleeve. Once the time was right, she would use their “secret relationship” to climb herself higher up the corporate ladder of S.M. Entertainment. And if that didn’t work, then their relationship would go viral, and Sehun would be ruined. An evil chuckle escaped her lips as she finished her last task of the day.
What a win win for me.
After you were dripping wet and frozen solid, you found that your feet had carried you home. Shivers racked your body and you head felt lighter than air. On the walk to your porch, the ground felt as if it was moving beneath you. With unsteady hands you grasped onto the handrail before losing your balance completely. The three steps that led to your door seemed doomingly impossible as your head began pounding with a migraine. Rain continued to pour down upon you as you made began your ascent of the stairs with heavy steps. It took all your strength to pull yourself up the final step, and up onto your door stoop. By this time the edges of your vision were blurred, and any strength you had was quickly dissolving.
Your makeup had long been washed away by a mixture of tears and rain drops. A few stray pieces of hair clung to your face and neck as you struggled to find your keys in your purse. Your vision was continuously getting worse. What seemed like hours was only a few seconds, but with how you felt, it was a miracle you had even made it up the stairs and located your keys in your oversized purse. With shaky hands, you finally got the key in the lock. You must have really been feeling ill because you could have sworn you heard someone calling your name.
"I’m going crazy ” you mumbled to yourself as the struggle began to open the door. Your grasp kept slipping on the doorknob from your wet hands. Frustration was beginning to line your emotions.
Hearing the non existent caller of your name frustrated you even more. Just when you were about to give up, you took the hem of you shirt and wrapped it around the knob. Finally it turned enough to open the door.
"Finally” you breathed to yourself, taking your first step in the warm, dry sanctuary you called home. But before you could fully celebrate your accomplishment, your vision finally succumbed to the numbness your body felt and your legs gave way beneath you. The hardwood floors of your foyer rushing up to meet your face was the last thing you remember before everything turned black. What you didn’t know was that a strong pair of arms stopped you from falling to the floor.
A/N: Finally a part 2. I was feeling better today, so I finally was able to update at least one of my stories. Who do you think was there to catch her? Or better yet, who do you hope it was??
[When I went to New Zealand I took evening classes in Te Reo Maori; here are some of my notes.
Please note that this isn’t a complete list of every possible greeting but rather a list of the ones I encountered the most frequently. Feel free to correct me if you spot any mistakes/make additions :)]
Kia ora - hello Kia ora kōrua - hello to you two Kia ora koutou (katoa) - hello to you (all) (3 or more people)
Haere mai - welcome Tēnā koe - greetings to you (1 person) Tēnā kōrua - greetings to you two
Tēnā koutou (katoa) - greetings to you (all) (3 or more people) Tēnā koutou, tēnā koutou, tēnā koutou katoa - greetings, greetings, greetings to you all (3 or more people) Tēnā koe e hoa - greetings to you friend
E noho rā - goodbye (said to someone staying) Haere rā - goodbye (said to someone leaving) Ka kite (anō) - see you (again) Aroha nui - lots of love (often used to sign off letters to friends/loved ones)
This is a little team x reader fic requested by anon. @eggrok asked to be tagged, so here ya go. This was requested forever ago (it’s been months, i’m awful and infinitely sorry guys, i suck), but here it is. This isn’t the longest fic, but I’m still trying to get back into writing again, so please bear with me. Please enjoy :)
You are very short (about 5'2"-ish) and not very physically intimidated but really you’re very intimidating
“Everybody?” Emily called out, stepping onto the catwalk and pulling at the attention of the rest of the team, “Meet the newest member of the BAU!”
You followed behind her as she traipsed down a small set of stairs, showing you to a huddle of people around a group of desks, all smiling in greeting. One of them, a spindly, nerdy-looking agent was practically craning his neck to look down at you. Most people in your life had to do this with you, but it never bothered you much. You had bigger things to worry about.
Garcia, the technical analyst, leapt at you almost immediately, the widest smile you had every seen pasted across her lips, “Welcome!” She cheered, “Oh, you’re so cute! Y/n, we are going to have so much fun together!”
Then Luke stepped up, his expression kind and teasing in some odd way, “It’ll be nice not to be the new guy anymore,” He flashed you a winning smile, “You sure you’re up for all this, Pipsqueak?” You knew he was harmlessly teasing you and you weren’t bothered one bit as you shrugged.
Emily could tell what he was hinting at and she crossed her arms with a laugh, “Oh, you do not want to get on y/n’s bad side, Alvez. Trust me. She is an expert in martial arts, a trained sniper, and studied as a spy for the CIA for nearly a decade.”
Now Luke looked impressed and suddenly you were the one grinning.
The oldest of the group, the polite male who stood in the back with a calm smirk, spoke up, “That’s quite an impressive resume, y/n.” Rossi said. You recognized his name and face. This man was quite the legend among the federal ranks, of course you knew him. And now you were going to be working with him (no pressure!).
“I don’t think I’ll have all that much trouble stepping up, Alvez.” You joked back, turning to look directly at Luke. This was going to be a good fit. These people? Yeah, you definitely liked them and it seemed like they liked you, too.
“Alright, guys!” A blonde walked out of an upper conference room, Emily had mentioned her name was Agent Jareau, “We’ve got a case.” Her expression turned grim, and thus began your first day as a profiler of the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit.
I’ve been thinking I need completed works to participate in
Steggy Positivity Week but that’s ridiculous. I’m almost done with the
fic but I’ve had no time to put the finishing touches on it still don’t but I’ll be damned if I’m not participating so I’m pulling a Robot and giving you the preview.
Steggy Positivity Week
- [1/7] Agent Carter Timeline
Steve took one last look in the mirror and straightened his
tie. He was sorry he didn’t have a hat
to pair with it but Peggy assured him that was all right. None of the other guys would be wearing one
He checked his watch.
A quarter till eight. He still
had plenty of time. He could hear the
boys in the living room. From the sound
of it, Dugan was telling another tall tale.
Steve shook his head at another round of raucous laughter.
They had all flown in for him. Tomorrow he was due to receive the Medal of
Honor. It had been awarded to him
posthumously but since he had no living next of kin the medal had no one to go
to. Once news had spread that he was
alive and very much able to receive the medal in person, President Truman
hadn’t hesitated to send him a letter informing him of the honor.
Thankfully Steve had managed to get the full blown
ceremonial presentation knocked down to a small gathering located in Senator
Steve was not
looking forward to being reunited with him.
In the meantime he had a date.
Grabbing his keys and his wallet, he walked out to join
“Cap!” Dugan shouted.
“You’re on time! Glad to see Carter’s finally havin’ a good influence on
“Yeah, yeah, I told her I wouldn’t make an entrance
tonight. Told her that was her job.”
“Ah, she’s always a showstopper,” Dugan reminded.
Morita slapped Steve’s arm. “Looks like she took your advice to heart,
Steve looked up from the slight scuff on his shoe to
notice all the fellas staring behind him.
He whirled around to see Peggy in a blue cap sleeve dress, the neckline
plunging just enough to be modest but entice in the same glance. Her hair was pulled back by her ears, pulled
back in what he was sure was a simple twist.
Her lips were their familiar shade of red.
“Do I pass inspection?” Peggy asked. The question was
open but her eyes were on Steve.
He walked up to her.
“That’s supposed to be my line,” he said. He slid his hands in his pockets and looked
her up and down. “I think you’ll do.”
Her manicured eyebrow went up. She returned the favor and took in his
uniform. Unconsciously he stood
“Your shoe is scuffed.”
“You took the kit.”
“That’s no excuse.”
“Eh, it’s the best I got,” he shrugged. Taking a hand out of his pocket he grabbed
hers and kissed the back of it. “I’ll do
Peggy hummed. “I
should hope so. Can’t have Senator
Brandt thinking his “dancing monkey” is less than perfect.”
The sarcasm he heard in her voice made him chuckle. He leaned down to kiss her.
“Display of affection, fellas,” Dugan’s voice boomed. “Avert your eyes.”
Peggy rolled her eyes and tugged on his lapel to complete
Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.
A/N: Some tags are kind of freaking out on me, so if you if it doesn’t work I’m really sorry, I don’t know what to do.
“Hello, everyone, welcome to Wakanda, my name is Y/N Y/L/N and
I will be in charge of this project.” You greeted the four people standing
before you, all dressed in formal attire and had their white lab coats on.
Everything was finally coming together and you couldn’t be more excited about
VSEPR has gone swimming and gotten lots of new socialization practice recently. He is getting much better about sitting and staying until given his release cue when he wants to greet someone. He struggles to remember all his manners when people crouch down and make eye contact, but with patience and repetition he’ll get there!
Well. The first chapter/ draft. I’m up at 4 a.m. because I have no self control and because I love your blog so much. Here you go.
Tap. Tap. Tap
Alexander typed away on his laptop. There was the sound of a truck pulling up near his house. He continued to type as the sounds of a man giving orders to someone in what sounded like rapid French. It was too faint to be sure since he was on the second floor, huddled in a corner underneath his slightly cracked window.
Two solid knocks sound at his bedroom door as his foster father walked in.
“Alexander? Have you taken a break yet, son?” George questioned him. Alex shook his head no in response. His father sighed and jerked his head to side, signaling for Alex to follow him. “Come with me, we are going to help our new neighbors.”
Alex let out an audible groan as he sat down his laptop, making sure to save his unfinished essay before shutting his device down. He bent down to tighten his shoelaces as he followed George.
“Here,” George handed him a cake. “Give this to them, will ya?” Alex nodded, gently wrapping his arms around the container. George led him to the neighbor’s house.
“Hello, new neighbor,” George greeted the man that looked close to his age. “Welcome to the neighborhood, sir.” The men shook hands. “This is my son, Alexander, say hello Alex.” He gently instructed.
“Hello, mister, we brought you cake.” Alex said, handing the cake to the man. Suddenly, the house door swung open and an average-sized woman stepped out.
“Michel, who are these people,” the woman questioned warmly, looking at the two people standing across from her.
“These are our neighbors, sweetheart.” Michel wrapped his arm around the woman’s waist, kissing her temple. “They have cake for us.”
A kid that looked to be the same age as Alex, a twelve year old, pushed between the couple. “Cake? I heard cake, where?” The boy asked in a heavy French accent. Michel chuckled, “This is my wife and son, Marie and Lafayette. My name is Michel, as you have may have assumed.”
“Yes, my name is George.” George smiled at the boy, Lafayette.
“Hi,” Lafayette looked at Alexander. “Is that the cake?” Alex replied, “Duh.” “Alexander,” George chided, “don’t be disrespectful. Sorry, you two, he is a little mouthy.” George explained sheepishly.
“Ah, it’s quite alright.” Marie dismissed with a wave of her hand. “Lafayette go put the cake on the counter, please.” Lafayette grabbed the cake from Alex’s hands. Their hands slightly touched and suddenly there was a flash of color across his vision. The world to humans was dull and gray, black and white. It stays that way for life, but there had been stories, borderline myths, about how that if you touch your soulmate, you would begin to see colors. But that was a children’s tale, a story to give hope to children and pull them into slumber.
But Alex swore he saw it.
$$Forgive me, if there are errors. This is the draft and it’s four AM, so cut me some slack$$
@scarecroweyes wanted me to publish this so here it is :) It’s a ten-chapters-long fic that will probably either make you squeal or cringe or both so be prepared. Last warning, I like streams of thoughs.
Summary: Love hangs in the air like stars and snowflakes, like a promise—and Taehyung is hopeful, he really is. / Or, a story about coming apart and coming back together. Pairing: Taehyung x Reader Genre: Angst/Fluff Word Count: 10,248 Author’s Note: A little early for Christmas, but I know if I didn’t post this now I wouldn’t have time until after the holidays. Either way, my gift to you guys as a thank you for making my past 2 months here so special and memorable. This took extremely long for me to write and I apologize, but I hope it’s not too messy.
He almost can’t believe his eyes, the sudden shock to his system rendering him completely incapable to move as he stands with his hands at his side and the breath catching in his throat. He grows numb from dismay, from a flood of emotions, and he can’t even begin to think about what kind of fear, apprehension, regret, love would be dancing behind his eyes at the same moment.
He had been stupid to think that after all this time, after all these seconds, minutes, hours, weeks away from you would have been good for him. Especially given all the shit you’ve both been through, it should have been easy to let go of you, easy to push you to the back of his mind and busy himself with the real stuff, the important stuff. So what if he’s spent far too long trying to stop being so hung up over you? You were his first girlfriend, his first love, and everything else in between. He had created a whole new perspective, a whole newfound respect for his life—one that became undeniably brighter with you in it.
And then you had to go and stomp over all that hard work, all that care and effort and love. He should have hated you, despised you even, for turning him into something he almost couldn’t recognize anymore.
But however, in spite of everything, in spite of the passiveness, the awkward glances and the silence that felt more like heavy tons weighing on his shoulder, his heart still beat for you. The sight of you elicited fire in his nerves, making him feel alive for the first time since you walked away, since he let you go.
It had been six months since he last saw you, that final sunny morning in June—you, in a sundress, eyes full of tears, him leaving your apartment, shattering the last remains of trust that could have possibly been lingering in the atmosphere.
But now, 3 weeks before Christmas, dressed in a navy blue winter coat, beanie, black jeans, boots, and a smile, arms filled with carefully wrapped presents, the love and attention clearly shown, long hair decorated with the falling snow outside, standing in the door frame as Seokjin opens it wider to make it easier to step through—!
Shinsuke Nakamura/OC. Let’s switch gears and get a little fluffy - and some King of Strong Style! For Anon: Something about Vince telling you to
show backstage to Nakamura (since he’s new) and as you do he starts flirting
Summary: The last thing Brandon Stark remembered was darkness, and it was darkness he woke to.
Brandon Stark survives King’s Landing with scars both physical and emotional. The world as he knew it has changed, and at the center of it all is a bastard boy with his mother’s eyes.
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin Relationships: Brandon Stark & Lyanna Stark, Brandon Stark & Ned Stark, Jon Snow & Brandon Stark Tags: Brandon Lives, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Uncle-Nephew Relationship, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, (just in case), Platonic Relationships, Family Dynamics Chapters: 2/4
Summary: You live in Austin, and one night out with your friends, you decide to go to San Jac Saloon. The co-owner is there, and he makes it a point to make sure you get special treatment throughout the night.
Word Count: ~4,100
Warnings: drinking, general bar atmosphere, smut (you knew it was coming), cursing, unprotected sex (be safe!)
A/N: of course, talking with @spontaneousam led to yet another fic idea. This one, I’m calling a collab. She basically gave me the idea, I wrote it with her as my editor. Thank you, Brook! Here we are, ladies and gentlemen, my crisis.
***Credit to @seenashwrite for the second gif!! Thank you so much again for making it!
You slipped into your tightest dress, your strappiest heels, and make sure your makeup was perfect and set, sure to last you through the night. Austin, Texas, the city that never sleeps - oh, wait - ah, whatever. You and your best friends had planned a night out on the town, heading down to 6th Street.
It was insane. The street was blocked off by police barricades, cops on horses lined the street, mobs of people were shuffling from bar to bar. You noticed a kind of quiet place, right on the corner. San Jacinto street. It ran all the way through Austin, practically - straight through campus, downtown, and then even farther than that. You waved for your friends to follow you through the pack of already drunk people crowding the door of the bar just down the street.
As you entered the corner bar, you noticed how different the atmosphere was. Other bars were bumping dance music. This one had country playing through the speakers. You could get used to this place.