Summary → A year of silently pinning over your best friend and neighbor Bucky Barnes ends happier than expected when you spend Valentine’s Day together.
Word Count → 2.9K (I’m a wordy bitch, okay?)
Warnings → Cursing, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy!). Fluff? Definitely fluff.
A/N → Happy #FreakyFriday y’all! I apologize for the delay, but I had an unplanned twelve hour work shift today. With Valentine’s Day just around the corner, I thought I’d try my hand at fluffy smut (it’s a first for me - so go easy on this fic). Other than that, enjoy!
A nervous giggle flew from your lips as you twirled on your toes to face the full-length mirror hung over the back of your bedroom door. Your usual untamed knot of hair had been brushed and curled into effortless beach waves that cascaded down your shoulders and back. You wore nothing but Bucky’s trademark, burgundy Henley, which you’d confiscated the last time you’d done laundry together. It hung loosely over your frame, hitting mid-thigh and creating an innocently sexy, ‘girl next door’ type of vibe. You undid the first few buttons of the V-neck, to show off just the right amount of cleavage. You opted for some mascara and pink chapstick, making your lips appear fuller. Thoroughly satisfied with your appearance, you exited your room and tiptoed excitedly down the hall.
Over the past eighteen months, as your friendship with Bucky had grown closer, the both of you had developed several traditions. Every Sunday you’d get together for pasta, you’d lift weights with each other three times a week, and Tuesday nights were spent on Bucky’s couch with abundant amounts of junk food while binge watching television shows. Unless there was a particularly lengthy mission for the team or some other out of the ordinary incident, neither of you ever bailed on your plans. And tonight, Valentine’s Day, was not about to be any different. You had been secretly ecstatic when Bucky double-checked you’d still be getting together for takeout and Netflix, despite the holiday.
(A/N): This is a smutty Kai imagine, so if you are not into that don’t read. Requested by: @sarcastic-vampiregirl
Warnings: I got pregnant writing this. Please use a condom, lmao. Also…VISUAL SMUT YEEESSS….
(This gif will be the dead of me…)
Messing with people was always fun. But messing with another witch was even more fun. Y/N was new in Mystic Falls. And as a powerful chaos witch she just loved to cause trouble. Small things at first, like letting things float or drop in public. Freaking people out. She lived off of that. But then a few days ago Y/N met a man. Kai Parker, a powerful Heretic and a very handsome, sexy guy. It had been an especially boring night at the Grill and Y/N was about to leave, as she noticed someone sitting at the bar. Kai had ordered a drink and was checking his phone. Something about him fascinated her. At first she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. But soon she had it figured out. The good looking stranger was a witch. Y/N could feel some kind of bond between them, she wondered if he felt it to. Y/N was glad she put on one of her sexiest dresses that night, She looked stunning. So she got up from where she was sitting and walked over to the bar. Sitting right next to him would have been too obvious, she decided to sit down at the end of the bar. Y/N ordered a drink. It didn’t take Kai long to notice her. He glanced over to her. Studying her beautiful face. That didn’t went unnoticed by Y/N. Now it was all about making him interested. Y/N looked at him for a few seconds and send him an irresistible smirk. The next step was to intrigue him with a little magic. Y/N put her index finger in the air and made a come here motion. One of the glasses behind the bar started moving before it fell of the shelf. The witch glanced at Kai, who had a ghost of a smile on his lips. It was his turn. Kai whispered something and one of the tables fell over. So she had been right. He was a Heretic. This was going to be fun.
The next days were the same. They met at the Grill to mess with the staff and visitors. But never actually talked to each other. Kai was about to change that. She had been a tease in the last days. Wearing short skirts and dresses that looked like they were made for her. Showing of her soft skin and smiling at him with these plumb lips. The Heretic couldn’t get Y/N out of his head anymore. She frustrated him. Kai couldn’t tell if wanted to kill her or fuck her until she was begging him to let her cum. In the end Malachai had chosen the latter. They were siting at the bar. It was late already. Y/N had ignored him till now. Kai hated it. He couldn’t bare such behavior, this girl needed punishment. He clenched his jaw when one of the waiters flirted with her. The fact, that she would rather give an imp like that her attention, than him, was killing Kai. He had to change that. The heretic snapped his fingers. The Grill was empty immediately. All the people had vanished. The glass, the waiter was about to hand over to Y/N dropped to the floor and shattered into a thousand pieces. Y/N turned around to face Kai, a small smile playing on her lips. ‘Don’t you think its time to tell me your name?’ Kai stalked towards Y/N, slowly, looking at her like she was his prey. Y/N tilted her head to the side and laughed. ‘ Why don’t you try to read my mind and find out, little witch.’ she mocked. Kai was standing in front of her now, towering over her. ‘ Careful, Sweetheart. I can get very dangerous,’ he threatened. ‘Kai pressed one of his legs between her thighs. Y/N swallowed hard. ‘But I bet you like dangerous,’ the way he looked at her sent chills down her spine.
‘It’s Y/N,’ she smirked. ‘Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Kai,’ he rested one of his hands on her thigh. Y/N leaned forward and looked up at him. They lips were almost touching. ‘ Go ahead, big boy, show me what you can do,’ she whispered against his lips. That was all it took to drive Kai over the edge. He wiped all the glasses from the counter and grabbed Y/N arm pulling her up. She was sitting in front of him now. Kai’s hands were pressed firmly to her hips, holding them in place. He assaulted her mouth with passionate, hard kisses and ripped her dress apart. ‘Hey,’ she whined,’ that was my favorite dress.’ Kai chuckled and opened her bra. ‘That’s what you get for ignoring me earlier.’ Kai started sucking her nipples. Y/N’s mouth hung open, small moans escaping her lips. One of his hands found the way to the soft skin of her inner thighs.
They crawled further and further until they reached her soaked panties. To know that she was wet and ready for him made his member twitch. He growled and backed away from her. Y/N cried out because of the sudden loss of conatct. Kai dropped to his knees in front of her. He wrapped his arms around her thigh and pulled her panties down with his teeth. Y/N’s body was shivering from all the sensations. She realized how much she needed him. Kai pressed agonizingly slow kisses to her thighs. Closer and closer to her hot core. Y/N’ s fingertips were going numb. She threw her head back, when Kai finally pressed a kiss to her clit. ‘Look at me, Sweetheart.’ It took all of her power to look at him. To stare into his deep blue eyes and not close her eyes. Kai started pleasing her with his tongue, never breaking eye contact.
He flicked his tongue a few times and Y/N started whispering his name. Kai felt his cock twitch again. The sound of her saying his name was probably the most arousing thing ever. Y/N tried to steady herself on the counter. But she could feel all her blood rush to her pussy. If he continued to please her clit like that she would cum soon. Kai looked at her, his eyes turned black from the lust. She grabbed his hair and pulled his face to hers. They smashed they’re lips together aggressively. Y/N started taking off his clothing. She took of his coat, the one he would have to fuck her in someday. After she had removed his shirt she unbuckled his belt, causing his pants to fall to the ground.
Y/N wasted no time before pulling down his boxers too. Kai’s rock hard member sprung free and Y/N gave it a few pumps. ‘ I need you to fuck me right now, Kai.’ He pressed his forehead against hers. ‘ You want me to give it to you?’ he teased and Y/N nodded. Kai placed one of his hands on her back and one on the counter, steadiying them. Kai kissed her and at the same times his tongue was entering her, his cock was too. Y/N moaned against his lips. ‘Oh fuck,Y/N, you feel even better than I imagined you to feel,’ He growled. He buried his face in the crook of her neck. ‘ faster,’ Y/N pressed out of her mouth.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. And he started pleasuring her clit with his fingers. Maybe it was because of the bond between them. Or the magic flowing through them. But it was as if they’re bodies were electric. Y/N had never felt such pleasure in her life. Every time he rocked into her, Kai hit a spot Y/N didn’t even knew she had. ‘FUCK! Kai, I’m gonna cum,’ she cried. The Heretic grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. ‘I want to look into your eyes, when I am making you come,’ he said. Kai wrapped his hand around her throat and fastened his pace once more. Y/N’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. She was screaming his name as she came. Kai couldn’t control himself anymore. Her screaming his name while cumming, triggered his orgasm. And soon he emptied himself in her. ‘Oh, fuck, Y/N’ Kai rested his forehead against hers. They were both breathing heavy. Kai grinned that wicked grin Y/N loved.
Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a
popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her
cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more
than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 2,873
language, fluff, angst, sarcasm, hot firemen
A/N: So many of you were right on. But what’s the fallout now? PS - I had a lot of writer’s block, so I don’t know how I feel about this, but I had to push forward with the story or I’d end up abandoning it.
BTS REACTS TO: Their s/o wearing an ugly picture of them on a t-shirt
Anon Asked: Can you do a BTS Reaction to their s/o wearing an ugly selfie of them on a t-shirt in public? I ALWAYS wanted to do this with my boyfriend but he’s too photogenic uGH
Okay, I’ve totally done this before. Showed up at a friend’s birthday party wearing an ugly snapchat pic they sent me on a sweatshirt lol.
- Admin Dayna
Jin is handsome. He knew it, his fans knew it, and obviously, so do you. But with great beauty, comes great responsibility, and it seems like your boyfriend abuses his good-looks. Jin oozes narcissism. At times it was funny, charming in fact, but there’s only so much of it one could take. Sometimes consequences need to be dealt out to the arrogant. With just enough persistence and creativity, you’ve came up with the perfect plan. You awaited his arrival at the airport, your hoodie zipped up hiding your brilliance. Jin and the boys’ plane had landed and now they were only a few feet away from you. When you were absolutely positive Jin was looking right at you - and you could tell he had by the way he suddenly picked up his pace to a brisk jog your direction - you unzipped your hoodie, revealed your t-shirt with a rather… unattractive picture of him that his Army has turned into a meme printed on the front. You lifted your arms up high, allowing Jin, the boys, and the lucky bystanders to bask in its glory. As Namjoon, Yoongi, Hobi, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook all erupted into laughter, Jin struggled to reprimand you between fits of giggles.
[TRANS] Haru Hana Vol. 41 Issue ‘Interview with NCT 127′
NCT127 who were the last to appear on stage at the 68th ‘Sapporo Snow KPOP Festival’ held on the 12th of February. Because of their Japanese member, Yuta, we were able to hear their stories on their first time in Hokkaido.
Q: What did you do in Sopporo? Taeyong: We saw the snow and everyone played like kids. Doyoung: We haven’t seen snow in a while and everywhere we go there’s piled up snow, we played happily. We also wanted to show our fans this scenery, so we took photos and shared them on SNS.
Q: What did you eat? Mark: Ramen. Taeyong: Shabu-shabu and sushi. Yuta: Can I speak Japanese? It was my first time eating miso ramen in Sapporo, it really is delicious, everyone all ate like they were possessed by a hungry demon.
Q: During your concert, Taeyong performed Kotori Yoshino’s gag, who showed it to him? Yuta: I showed it to him, and he seemed to like it a lot, so he decided to do it once.
Q: Yuta also worked hard to be the MC. Yuta: Normally it’s hard for me to express my feelings in Korean, but I can freely do so in Japanese, so I want to talk more and interact more, ad libs just comes out.
Q: How did the other members feel after watching Yuta? Johnny:This was my first time coming to Japan with Yuta, and because he was so used to Korea, I thought he is almost a Korean. But after seeing him in Japan I thought ‘ah, (he’s) Japanese’. Mark: That’s right, that’s right Taeyong: He came to Japan and did various things well. (He) organised our food menu as well. Haechan: When we arrived in Japan and asked about things we didn’t know, Yuta hyung helped us. Jaehyun: During the show when we were doing the ment, I also asked questions, Yuta hyung overcame it all.
Q: I am going to bring up a unique fashion topic, what kind of style of plain clothes do you like? Winwin: I like clothes that are clean (bright) and smart. Doyoung: I like comfortable clothes. Casual clothes. Taeil: For me, training wear. I really like being comfortable. Yuta: I like (wearing) entirely black. Or all black. Jaehyun: I like all kinds of colours. I also like anything monotone, simple but with a point. Haechan: I like comfortable clothes~ Taeyong: I like baggy clothes. For example, a t-shirt that I have at home for 5 years. Mark: It differs depending on how I feel. I pick clothes according to how I feel. Johnny: I also wear clothes depending on how I feel that day, I pick clothes that can express my feelings.
Q: Which member cares about their fashion the most? Mark: I think it’s Winwin hyung. Yuta: Isn’t it fashion terrorist Winwin? Doyoung: It’s high fashion (as in high fashion sense). Taeil: You will be surprised when you see it.
Q: What goals would you like to achieve in 2017? Taeyong: We would like to have more activities in Japan, and in Korea of course. Yuta: There will be a lot of chances this year to come to Japan so please look forward to them.
Q1:Food I can’t get sick of Q2:If I could go on a one-day trip without any distance restriction Q3: Member with who I want to always stay together Q4: Song that I like Q5: Praise for another member Q6: A word for Japanese fans
[ TAEIL ] A1. Samgyeobsal, Pizza （it has been my favorite food） A2. Gangwon-do. I want to go to a ski resort for skiing and snowboarding A3. Johnny. We talk well. Even if I ask strange questions, he answers well. It’s fun. A4. NCT127 LIMITLESS. The more you listen, the better it becomes A5. Taeil -> Johnny: He is calm. He is tall. Can communicate well with anybody. Language Skills (English, Korean, Chinese). He is strong. A6.Thank you for always giving us your support. From now on we’ll work hard to be able to show you a cool stage and music. NCT fighting!
[ JOHNNY ] A1. Sandwich. You can eat it wherever and whenever you want, there are a lot of types as well. A2. I want to sleep on my bed in our house in America. A3. I like all of the members!! A4. Coldplay – Yellow A5. Johnny -> Taeyong: Really handsome. Knows for sure what he is looking for. It’s cute when he tries to look cool. A6. I wish there were more fan signs where I can meet Japanese fans! Thank you so much for cheering (for us)!
[ TAEYONG ] A1. Sujebi. I have liked it ever since I was small, and I also like kneading. A2. Youngsters’ street, Shibuya. I like fashion so I want to see what it’s like. A3. Yuta. It’s comfortable (with him) because we’ve known each other for so long. A4. NCT127 Limitless A5. Taeyong (JT/N I think in the original text, it was misspelled as from Taeil) -> Yuta: a good friend who is joyful, cheerful, righteous, he always does his best, cool and manly A6. I will always appreciate the interest and affection we get from Japanese fans. I will continue to do my best to make NCT 127 reputable!!!
[ YUTA ] A1. Takoyaki. Isn’t Takoyaki the best? A2. Europe. Italy. The streets are very pretty. A3. I don’t have one. I don’t want to be together until we are old (I want to be) together with my beautiful wife in the future… A4. TVXQ sunbaenim’s Begin. I always listen to it when I sleep. A5. Yuta -> Doyoung: He sings well. I like his voice. Among the member, he is a person who is always stable. (well-controlled and organised) he is the mediator. He can talk about his personal opinions, but also care about his surroundings. A6. Japanese fans, it’s Yuta! I am always, always thankful for your cheers!! Please continue to look after us!!
[ DOYOUNG ] A1. Noodle soup (Udon) A2. Italy A3. Taeil A4. NCT127 Switch A5. Doyoung -> Jaehyun : I can’t choose one because he has so many charms. I just want to point out his ‘Reverse Charm’. He’s both manly and kind! The charm is coming from the gap. A6. To my fans in Japan, I will cheer you up because your love and encouragement.
[ JAEHYUN ] A1. Water. I never get tired of drinking it. A2. Neptune. I want to go to Neptune as the first person in the world A3. Winwin. He’s my friend. I don’t think I’ll get tired of him when we are together A4. NCT127 LIMITLESS A5. Jaehyun -> Winwin. Winwin’s is optimistic. He is very innocent but can also be serious at times. And most of all, he is very, very, very cute． A6.
Everyone please love us 'limitlessly’ We (I) will always be grateful.
[ WINWIN ] A1. Meat (chicken, beef) A2. I want to go to New Zealand. I like everything about it. A3. Friend. Jaehyun. A4. NCT127 Limitless A5. Winwin -> Mark: I really like his personality. He is always considerate and cute. He’s also good at dancing and rapping. He really, really has a lot of charms. Mark who has limitless charms. A6. Please continue to cheer for us.
[ MARK ] A1. Chicken. I can eat many different kinds of chicken. A2. I would like to walk around the town I lived in Canada one more time. A3. Winwin hyung. It’s interesting how there’s always a new feeling when being together with him. A4. Justin Bieber - Love Yourself A5. Mark -> Haechan: His legs are pretty. His energy is overflowing. He’s good at cooking. He’s not good at listening to me but he’s improving. His character is completely different from mine so it’s interesting. A6. To all our Japanese fans~! This is our first visiting Sapporo. After being welcomed by our pretty Japanese fans, I like Japan even more! I would be very happy if we can visit Japan more frequently from now on. Please anticipate the next time we see each other!!
[ HAECHAN ] A1. kimchi A2. Busan. I want to go to eat sashimi. A3. Doyoung hyung A4. Michael Jackson - Billie Jean A5. Haechan -> Taeil: He’s good at singing. He plays instruments well. He’s fun, kind, and good at sports. A6. Everyone, I’m so happy!! Thank you!!
Stirring the white milk into the coffee you sighed, bored out of your brain. Your boyfriend was busy working in the home recording studio you had built for him for his birthday, as he was most nights. Yoongi was a member of the internationally famous kpop group BTS, and had even released mix tapes and solo tracks of his own. He was so very passionate about music, in fact, that’s how the two of you had met.
Three years ago you were out buying a new sound system as your room mate had broken yours, Yoongi was in the quiet music store too; he introduced himself as a sales assistant to help you find the best ‘value for money’ equipment, as you didn’t have much cash with you. Of course things started to get a little fishy when said sales clerk asked if you had a boyfriend, whereabouts you like to go eat and what your living arrangements were. Eventually he confessed he didn’t work at the store, but was very intrigued by you and wanted to get to know you better.
Later that night he took you to your favourite restaurant just outside of town and you exchanged numbers before he dropped you off at home. A week later you couldn’t contain your huge Cheshire Cat like grin when he showed up at your door at midnight, blasting music from the most expensive sound system you’d both seen in store.
“Y/N! I saw this in a movie last night, is it working?! Did I get the girl?! Let me in before your neighbours call the cops!”
Being friends with benefits with Min Yoongi can be complicated (at best) by itself. But when you accidentally tell your family (and his boss) that the two of you are dating, things get messy. It only complicates things more when you blackmail Yoongi into pretending to date you, and neither of you can quite keep your feelings separate, no matter how much you try.
Yoongi flinched. It was bad enough
trying to make small talk with everyone at the table without some random person
from a different table tapping him on
the shoulder and talking to him too.
“What two?” He asked. He was fairly
sure he had never seen the person before, but they looked far too happy to see
him to be a stranger.
“You two!” The man said, and the
women he was sitting with squealed.
“Don’t tell me you don’t know?” She
“Do I want to?” Yoongi couldn’t
help it, he just wanted the day to be over—not because he wanted to get you
alone, or because he wanted to get to know you better (he couldn’t get to know
you in front of people who thought he already knew you so well) that would be
ridiculous. He was just tired.
“Yoongi, who’re your friends?”
Taehyung asked, drawing the rest of the table’s attention.
“Oh, we don’t know each other.” The
man said quickly, and Yoongi glanced over at you. You looked just as confused
as he felt, which was no help at all.
“We saw them on youtube.” The women
“You saw who?” You said, eyes wide.
“What kind of video?” Jungkook
“I’ll show you!” The women dug her
phone out of her purse, pulling up something on it before passing it over to
Yoongi. “It’s trending.”
There on the screen, you and Yoongi
sat at the baby grand piano playing “Heart and Soul.” Both of you were
laughing, nudging each other when one made a mistake. What caught Yoongi’s
attention though was the way you looked at him in the glances you sent his way.
He had seen them earlier, of course, but thought they were his imagination.
There was a sparkle in your eyes, and something so genuine in your smile. The
worst part was how he looked back at you.
The two of you looked like the
perfect couple—happy, loving, and comfortable with each other. The comments
were full of people saying that they wanted a relationship like that, and
asking “when are they going to get married?”
Yoongi wanted to leave. He wanted
to stand up and walk out of the restaurant, his job be damned. He could catch a
cab back to the airport and never see you again, delete your contact from his
phone and erase you from his mind.
Alec’s hands are griping Magnus’ shirt backing him up towards the bedroom, leaning down to kiss him passionately as they go, lips crashing together as he’s pulled against the hard lines of shadowhunter body.
Magnus is loving this turn of events just days after their first date but can’t help wonder why Alec suddenly seems so forward when something dawns on him. Quickly he breaks the kiss, gasping for breath with a hand on Alec’s chest to try and keep some space between them.
“Alexander…wait a moment please.” Magnus smiles at Alec and takes a small step away, hoping to slow things down a little.
“You do know just because I told you about the 17,000 doesn’t mean I expect to add you to that list right away. I think you and I could have something really special here and that means that I want to treasure every moment with you.
We don’t have to rush this, you only get one first time and you need to be sure you’re ready. And then, when you’re sure we’ll make it special, meaningful. Most of the others I don’t even remember their names, they were just a way to pass the time on lonely nights. A quick bit of fun, you already mean way more than that to me already, you know that right?”
Alec blushes and looks away, unable to hold Magnus’ gaze.
“I…I…I just want to make you happy. I don’t want you to find someone else Magnus, someone who knows how to do this, who can give you a proper relationship with everything that involves. How can I compare to all those other experiences you’ve had when I’ve literally done nothing! ”
Magnus slides his hand from Alec’s chest up to the front of his shoulder and rubs small comforting circles with his thumb until the shadowhunter looks at him again.
“Alexander, you don’t have to compete. You have my full attention and there is no one I want to spend time with more than you. I love just talking to you, I’d love to snuggle with you while we chat, kiss you some more but only if you want it too. It’s ok if we take this slow, just try not to overthink everything. You’re not the only one that feels vulnerable. ”
Alec searches Magnus face trying to figure out why the beautiful, confident man in front of him could possibly feel vulnerable.
“What are you worried about Magnus, you’ve lived forever, had so many experiences. You must know how handsome and wonderful you are, how attractive others find you.” Alec says, no heat behind his words just feeling confused still.
“Well, I try…” Magnus chuckles gesturing at himself, drawing attention to his make up and jewellery before looking a little more serious when he continues. “But there’s things about me you don’t know yet. I’m hoping you’ll get to know them eventually but let’s just say not everyone over the years has been as tolerant of warlocks as you are. Not all experiences are good ones.”
“You know that how I feel has nothing to do with you being a warlock or not. It’s you as a person that I like.” Alec reassures.
Magnus smiles up at Alec before taking a deep breath, his face now reflecting his inner insecurities and doubts, deciding if he really wants to continue with what he’s about to do.
“What’s is it Magnus? ” Alec asks as he notices not only the expression change but also the way Magnus whole body seems to have stiffened slightly.
“I want to show you something Alexander, I think it’ll help. You’ve told me about your insecurities and fears tonight so it’s only right I share a big one of my own. ” he tries to smile at the taller man but it feels week even to himself.
“Only if you’re sure…” Alec repeats back Magnus’ earlier sentiment.
“I’m sure…its just…I’ve lost people who I was interested in before over this, I don’t want to lose you but I don’t want to hide from you. I trust you and it’s important to me that you know exactly what you’re getting into before you decide if you want us to go further.”
“Er…okay?” Alec says as he watches Magnus closes his eyes, take a deep breath and seems to steady himself for a moment. He takes both of Magnus’ hands in his, interlacing his own fingers with the other mans ringed fingers trying to reassure the man in front of him.
Slowly Magnus’ eyes flutter open and Alec’s breath catches at what he sees. Gone are the deep brown eyes that he’s used to seeing Magnus with, the expressive eyes that always give away what the warlock is feeling and now in their place are honey gold orbs with narrow almond shaped pupils. They seem to sparkle in the light and Alec can’t help but stare.
Magnus looks away blinking as he puts the glamour back up, sadness reflected on his face as he tries to turn away and Alec immediately realises he’s not said anything yet and had just been examining the warlock marks, his gaze intense and emotionless as he tried to take in every detail. He quickly lifts his hand to cup Magnus’ face in his palm and guides it back towards him.
“You’re beautiful” he whispers, his voice breathy and low “seriously Magnus, I got a little lost looking at them and I’m sorry if that made you doubt my reaction but your eyes are just mesmerising.” Alec leans in to gently place a kiss on Magnus’ lips before pulling back to smile at him.
Magnus lets out the breath he hadn’t even realised he was still holding and smiles up at his boyfriend, his heart squeezes in his chest and he’s pretty sure it’s the last fragments of the walls he’d built crumbling and falling away.
They stand like that for a few moments, neither one saying anything just looking at each other and smiling. Alec is the first to break the comfortable silence.
“Don’t feel like you ever have to hide from me Magnus, I love your real eyes and I’m honoured you felt ready to show me them. Now can we get back to where this night was originally going. I might have started with all the wrong reasons but I’m sure now. I trust you Magnus and I want to spend the night with you.”
“Alexander, you never cease to amaze me!” Magnus whispers as he reveals his cat eyes again and this time it’s him who reaches up to wrap his hand around the back of Alec’s neck, pulling him down to kiss him deeply as they slowly start walking their way to the bedroom again.
Magnus stirs early the next morning, the rising sun shining in his eyes where he forgot to close the curtains last night. What catches his eye though is the perfect form laying next to him, the sheet covering Alec’s lower body but his torso is bathed in sunlight and Magnus reaches out to trace the runes across the muscled sholders and back.
Alec yawns and groans as he slowly wakes up, rolling over to smile at the warlock as long fingers slide from his back, across his ribs to land on his chest as he moves.
“Morning sweetheart” Magnus whispers as he places a chaste kiss on Alec’s cheek.
“Hi,” Alec breathes “so last night really happened.” A blush spreading on his cheeks.
“You don’t regret it do you?”
“Of course not Magnus, it was wonderful, you were amazing. I just wish I could have made it as good for you as it was for me” Alec ducks his head, avoiding Magnus’ gaze.
“Darling, you have no idea how good it was for me too. Being your first was an honour but it was my first time too. The first time I got to be with you, a memory I will always treasure. It’s something I hope to repeat often though.” Magnus chuckles and gives Alec a fond look.
Alec just smiles and snuggles close and rests his head on Magnus’ chest.
“I think I like that idea…very much!”
“You know Alexander, I think I had to kiss a lot of toads first but I finally found my prince in you.”
Alec just rolls his eyes at the cheesy comment but suddenly every last doubt he ever had about not being able to compare to everyone in Magnus’ past has gone. They might have got to have a small taste of this magical man but Alec is the one who gets to keep him.
Southern Motherf*cking Democratic Republicans (Jefferson x Madison x Burr x Reader)
Request: psst hey soulmate au with one of southern motherfucking democratic republicans? 😉
A/N: Hope ya like it anon! (and everyone else!) I apologize for taking so long, college’s been a b*tch
The universe was unfair.
It was said that everyone would meet
their soulmate at 18. And for the most part, it was true. The distinct tattoo
that everyone had would glow red and hurt whenever they bumped into the love of
their lives, and happily ever after. Of course, the ones that did not, their
tattoos would fade. It was usually due to their soulmate dying or their
soulmate giving up on love. It was not common, but it did happen. Those were
all the cases that you heard, so you wondered why it was so different for you.
You were 27, and it’s been almost
ten years since you were supposed to meet them. Ten years of wondering when
your tattoo would fade, ten years of hoping that you would just bump into them
while walking into the bathroom or buying groceries.
Ten years of anticipation.
You tried your best not to give up
on the idea of love. But it was hard, it was so difficult. You stared at the
snake on your arm. It started at the tip of your pointer finger and curled all
the way around your arm, your shoulder, and ended at the corner of your left
ear. It was beautiful.
But it did not cover the whole in your
heart, the need to see whose tattoo matched yours. But you did, cover it, hid
it from your coworkers and other colleagues. It was for the best. At least,
that’s what you convinced yourself.
You walked into the auditorium, readying
yourself for the speech that was about to take place. Your boss required you to
attend, and to interview the men that spoke afterword. They called themselves “The
Southern Democratic Republicans”, and you scoffed when you heard the words. Did
they think they were the founding fathers or something?
It was about the research into
soulmates, and how the process actually worked. You couldn’t hide the fact that
you were interested in hearing their results, despite their ridiculous name.
“Y/N, did you see their pictures?”
Your friend, Eliza, whispered. She already found her soulmate, Alexander
Hamilton. You haven’t met him yet, but you were told that he was a loud mouth
and slightly pompous. It was intriguing how a woman like Elizabeth Schulyer
ended up with a man like him. But you saw the glow in her eyes when she
mentioned him, and your heart ached.
“Nope, why? Do they look as strange
as their name?” You joked, sitting in the first row. She sat next to you,
shoving the paper in your hand.
“Hahaha,” she said sarcastically,
passing you the pamphlet, “the opposite actually. They’re hot.” You raised your
eyebrow at her, and she chuckled, a small blush appearing on her cheeks. “I
mean, they’re handsome. But, not as handsome as my Alexander.” She added,
winking at you. You rolled your eyes at her, looking down at the paper in your
You looked at the man who appeared
first. Thomas Jefferson. His credentials were phenomenal, having several master
degrees and even achieved the title of doctor. His hair was wild, curls pointed
in every direction. There was a small smirk on his face, like he knew something
you didn’t. You noticed he was wearing a turtleneck in the picture, and you
were curious. Was he trying to hide something?
The next man was James Madison. He
had several degrees as well, but most were bachelors. He was as handsome as the
man before, his expression emotionless. His hair was short, and he wore a suit,
with a scarf covering his neck.
The last, but not least, was Aaron
Burr. He was grinning fully in his picture, in a suit and tie. His hair was
short as well, and his credentials were amazing, competing with Jefferson’s.
There was a camera glare in the picture, making it seem like his head was
floating over his torso.
Eliza nudged you, bringing your
attention to the stage ahead of you. “Hey, I know they’re good-looking, but
wouldn’t it be better to see them in real life?” She whispered, and before you
could give her an answer, the lights dimmed down, and the white screen came
“Ladies and gentlemen, we would like
you to give a warm welcome to The Democratic Republicans; Aaron Burr, Thomas
Jefferson, and James Madison!” The crowd clapped loudly, and you wondered if
this was some sort of concert. Why is it so loud at a convention?
The men walked out one by one, Aaron
Burr appearing first. He waved at the crowd, grinning happily. Next, Thomas
Jefferson walked out, nodding at the crowd with a small smile. James Madison
was last, holding a tissue to his mouth, waving at everyone. They approached
their podium, each of them having one individually. They were all wearing
suits, besides Jefferson’s byzantium colored
“Oh shit, I was right…” Eliza
mumbled, wiggling her eyebrows at you. You giggled, turning back to the stage.
You did notice that all of them wore a scarf around their necks, underneath
their suits, which was strange to you. You touched the turtleneck you wore with
being aware, staring at the men.
“Welcome fellow scientists, lawyers,
journalists, and whatever career you may have.” Jefferson started, causing a
chuckle from the audience.
“We are here to present to you the
idea of soulmates and how it has changed over the course of our lifetime.”
Aaron Burr added, looking at his colleague. James coughed.
“We’ve researched most of our lives
how soulmates became a concept, and in a few moments, we are going to show you
our final findings.” James replied, passing the clicker to Jefferson. Jefferson
smiled at his friend, and began the slides.
You wrote down as much information
as possible, astonished that they came up with all these new insights on humanity
and the tattoos etched on the skin. They were almost complete with their
presentation, when they took off the scarfs around their necks. You were too
focused on your writing to notice what was actually going on. Everyone in the
audience gasped, and Eliza hit you on the arm.
“Look, Y/N! Oh, my gosh…” She
mumbled, her eyes staring at you. You pushed your eyebrows together, confused.
“What-“ She turned your head towards
the stage, and your eyes widened.
All of the men took off the cloth
around their neck, revealing what they were hiding underneath. It showed a
snake tattoo on their neck. But that was not the strange part.
“As you can see, we all have the
same tattoo around our neck. We were not sure why this happens, but maybe it is
because we all have the same soulmate.” Jefferson said, glancing at his
“We thought that we were soulmates,
but the tattoo did not glow or burn.” James added.
“So, we began researching this
topic, since this has never happened before in the history of mankind. That
there was more than one person we were meant to be with.” Aaron added.
Their tattoos were the same as
yours. You heart beat quickened, realizing what was going on. You felt the skin
on the left side of your body burn, and you pulled up your sleeve violently,
revealing the red glow in the dark theatre. Your arm was shaking, and you felt
a giant weight on your shoulder.
“What the hell?” You heard Thomas
say. There were numerous gasps in the audience.
You looked back up to the stage, and
all their tattoos were as red as yours. You quickly pulled your sleeve down,
not wanting them to notice.
were you doing? Did you not want to find your soulmate? You heard your mind say, but you ignored it.
“Our soulmate, they must be here.
They must be in this room!” Aaron exclaimed, looking out into the crowd.
You had to leave, and it had to be
quick. Before they noticed the glow of red on your arm and the pained look on
your face. Eliza looked back at you glaring your things, and shook her head.
“Don’t leave them.” She whispered. “Don’t
regret their love.” Her eyes were disapproving of you, wanting you to stop your
mad dash. You disregarded her discontentment, and shoved your papers in your
“Does anyone have the same tattoo as
us? Please, show yourself!” Jefferson yelled, scanning the audience. There were
murmurs around, the people in the crowd looking back and forth for the missing
soulmate. You took this time to jump out of your seat, running to the exit.
“Hey!” You heard Aaron yell, but you
ignored, almost making it to the door. You glanced back, seeing the three men
leaping off the stage, their eyes on you. It was hard to run when your arm was
in pain, but you ignored it, pushing through the doors.
You ended up in a packed lobby,
bumping into everyone that was in your way. You heard protests and insults
being thrown at you, but you just need to get away from all of this.
You needed to think about what this
“Please, just wait!” You heard James
yell, and you froze, your body unable to move. You tried to run forward, but
for some reason, it wouldn’t budge.
body would not let you leave your soulmates behind.
You turned around, coming face to
face with the three men that were just on stage. Aaron was out of breath,
leaning down. James was staring at you, in awe. Thomas smiled at you, and your
“So, you’re our soulmate?” James
said, holding out his hand. You shook it. The glow on your arm lessened, but
was still as bright as the sun. Thomas held out his hand next, and you shook it
as well, your fingers tingling. The pain went away from the tattoo, and you
sighed in relief. It still glowed wildly. Burr was the last, holding yours a
bit longer than the rest. The glow immediately dissipated after that, leaving
you four to stare at each other in amazement. After a few seconds of this, you
cleared your throat.
“So, um, how are we going to fix
this?” You whispered. They all looked at each other, and then at you.
“I guess we’ll have to share you.”
Thomas grinned wickedly. You sighed, staring at the three in front of you.
were always told; two is better than one. Who knew that it would double?
Hello, if you're still taking prompts could you do #33 with Marichat or Ladynoir? (BTW love your stories!)
This is horribly overdue. I’m so sorry this took so long, I was caught up with other stories, life, and just recently suffered a bad case of writer’s block :/ I picked the Ladynoir side of the love square (although it’s probably not in the way you’re thinking). Still, I hope you enjoy this :)
about you makes me want to commit extreme violence.”
You may not know it, but being a noblewoman could be very
difficult at times.
Such were the Lady Marinette’s thoughts as she finally
managed to sneak away to the snack table. A young Lord had been trying to
request a dance with her for the better part of ten minutes, causing her to
nearly flee every time he came in her sights. Luckily, just when she thought
she was cornered, she was able to pair him with her best friend.
“I’m going to kill you,” Lady Alya had silently mouthed when
she was led to the dance floor.
Marinette giggled to herself as she swiped a chocolate chip
cookie from the very top of the pile on the silver tray. Not many women were
eating them in order to ‘maintain their figure’ but Marinette didn’t really
care about that. She’d eat what she wanted, whenever she wanted.
She looked around at the sea of guests, at all the colorful
masks that adorned their faces. Her parents decided to host a masquerade ball,
thinking it to be romantic and mysterious. Marinette thought that the idea was
intriguing, but she didn’t really think anyone to be romantic or mysterious. It
was just like any other ball she’d been to, with no one in particular standing
out among the crowd.
She wanted to tell her parents that real life was vastly
different from fairy tales, but she knew it would crush their hearts,
especially since they wanted her to have a whirlwind romance of her own.
Marinette sighed in defeat, resigning herself to picking out
a stranger to dance with just to appease her hopeless romantic parents.
“Is the princess not having a good time?” a masculine voice
Startled, her head whipped around to see a man leaning
against a nearby pillar. He wore the traditional finely-made garb befitting of
someone of the noble class, yet it was completely black, save the swirling
designs of green beside the buttons on the otherwise coal black jacket.
Around his equally green eyes sat a black domino mask, but
with cat ears on the ends. His blond hair lacked a refined style, instead the
golden locks were wildly tousled. However, instead of looking like a common
vagrant, the look suited him perfectly.
His lips were stretched into a wide smile, a row of
pearly-white teeth exposed in the process. She noticed the man had rather
nicely chiseled features. This, combined with all his other traits, made him
However, her heart was already taken.
“I am not a princess, sir,” she replied, a corner of her
mouth arching in interest. She had a feeling that whoever this man was, he was
going to prove to be riveting company.
“You could’ve fooled me, with how every man’s eyes are
fixated on you alone,” he purred flirtatiously, abandoning his spot by the
column to saunter closer to her.
She snorted in mirth, finding that she liked this stranger.
Sure, his flirting was a little over-the-top, but it wasn’t at all creepy like
how some lords spoke.
“I find that hard to believe,” she disputed with a grin. “It
doesn’t matter anyway, since I’m not interested in any of them.”
“Too good for them?” he asked. His tone was still teasing,
yet his eyes shined with something else. For a moment she thought it seemed
like he was testing her, but she quickly wrote it off as paranoia.
“No, it’s not that. The person that I really want to dance
with isn’t here,” she admitted. She had a mask on, so no one except for Alya
knew who she really was. So she supposed it was okay to tell a few truths for
one night, provided she was careful, of course.
She sighed, recalling how her statement had been all too
true. Prince Adrien was far out of reach, and honestly she shouldn’t have
expected him to show up to her modest estate, even if it was for a ball. She
met him a few months ago when his father had invited all the noble families to
a formal dinner, hers included.
They didn’t get off on the right foot, though.
When it was time for the dinner, she ended up being one of
the last few to enter the dining room. She had been caught up in a conversation
with Alya in the sitting room beforehand, delaying her arrival. When she did
show, she was dismayed when she found a splash of red wine decorating the
bottom of her cherry wood chair, with the Crown Prince himself squatting next
Since she couldn’t berate him without receiving a harsh
reprimand, she chose to coldly glare at him as she picked up a napkin from her
place on the table to wipe it. Prince Adrien tried to stutter something out,
something probably apologetic, but she silently rebutted every attempt for speaking.
Finally, when the dinner was over, it was discovered that it
had started to rain. It was sunny before, so naturally no one brought umbrellas
with them, thus resigning everyone to a wet and soaking fate.
However, right as she was about to step outside into the
steady rain, the Prince appeared…with a black umbrella in hand. He explained
that he was about to wipe off the wine when she had suddenly appeared. He
didn’t try to soil her dress at all, and was simply in the right place (to
clean the chair), but at the wrong time.
Hearing his honest words and expression persuaded her to
forgive him. Afterward, he gave her the umbrella to use so she wouldn’t get
And that was the moment when she fell in love with the sweet,
They saw each other a few more times after that. He was just
as friendly and amicable, but she could barely respond to him without
embarrassing stutters and stammers. He was perfect in her eyes, so excuse her
for being a little anxious to talk to him.
“Who do you admire that so rudely didn’t show up?” the
stranger asked with a quirk of his lips.
She shook her head. There was no way she could tell anyone
that she was interested in the Prince, mask or not.
“Sorry, but I can’t tell you that, Chat Noir.”
She supposed it was a good nickname; it suited him
considering his attire. Besides, she couldn’t keep mentally referring to him as
a stranger or just simply ‘he’.
“Chat Noir, hm?” he repeated, a far-away look appearing in
his eyes as he stared above her head, a finger tapping chin in thought.
He grinned, returning his attention to her.
“I like it. Although I suppose you need a nickname now, too.
How about…” he trailed off, inspecting her up and down to determine the perfect
moniker. Abruptly he snapped his fingers, something that Marinette didn’t
understand how he accomplished, considering he wore black gloves.
“Ladybug!” he exclaimed, smiling widely. “For your red dress
and black mask. And it’s also perfect since black cats are a symbol of bad luck
while ladybugs are for good luck. We’re like yin and yang, my Lady.”
The last two words rolled off his tongue in such an alluring
way that caused the Lady’s heartbeat to momentarily quicken. With a light
dusting of pink on her cheeks, she slightly shook her head, dismissing the
sudden spike of attraction for him. ‘Chat Noir’ was just a charmingly amusing
character, one that she didn’t romantically admire.
“Ladybug,” she echoed aloud, pursing her lips as she
considered the potential identity. It wasn’t until a few seconds later that she
seemingly decided, presenting Chat a coy smirk. “I like it.”
He mirrored her expression with a gleeful gleam of his own in
“I knew you would,” he boasted in jest, straightening his
shoulders and raising his chin in the air, giving off the appearance of a
conceited aristocrat. She smiled and rolled her eyes when he placed a flattered
hand over his heart. “Since everyone loves my ideas.”
“Really? And who would ‘everyone’ be?” she asked
sarcastically, playing his game. “The other stray tomcats in the village?”
“My Lady, whoever said I was a stray? For all you know, I
could be of royal pedigree.” His lips curved into a strangely unsettling smirk,
as though he knew something she didn’t. “For all you know, I could be the Crown
Marinette laughed, making sure to quickly press her lips
together as she brought a hand to her mouth, trying to politely cover up the
loud chortles. After all, it was rude for a well-bred lady to have her mouth
wide open in laughter. Women were supposed to be demure and polite, always
looking at their best.
She hated this social construct, yet she was doomed to follow
through with its requirements anyway.
Once her giggles died down, she turned to face the grinning
“I’ve met Prince Adrien before, and I can confidently say
that you’re nothing like him.”
“Indeed?” he remarked, almost sly.
“Yes, indeed,” she
insisted with another giggle. “Prince Adrien isn’t like you at all.”
“And if he was? Would you admire him any less?”
Marinette visibly flinched, taken aback by his conclusion.
With disbelieving eyes and reddened cheeks, she ducked her head down to avoid
his eyes. How did he realize she had feelings for the Prince? This was bad,
very bad…if he knew who she was he could tell Adrien, and then Adrien would
never love her back and word would spread and she would become the laughing stock
of the entire kingdom! She would be lonely for the rest of her life and die an
old maid, while Adrien would pick a beautiful and worthy princess to marry…
She forced herself to take a deep breath through her nose.
Marinette. Maybe you could convince him that he’s wrong.
With that mental pep talk, she straightened her shoulders and
faced him again.
“I don’t admire him, well, not more so than anyone else. I
don’t admire him in the sense that you’re thinking of.”
“Really? Because from what I hear you do admire him, more so than anyone else.” He smirked
wickedly, eliciting a nervous gulp from the stiffening maiden.
“The ‘how’ isn’t important,” he quickly dismissed with a
careless wave of his hand. “What matters is the ‘why’. Why do you fancy Prince Adrien?” He clasped his hands behind his back
before walking in front of her line of vision. She was positive that if they
were alone, he’d be circling her like a hawk about to catch its prey.
“Is it for his riches? His looks? His palace? Or is it simply
a matter of competition, in which you must win the grand prize?”
Marinette narrowed her eyes. Nevermind that this cocky feline
somehow knew who she was (he didn’t say her name, but he had heard of her
feelings for Prince Adrien, so therefore he must know her identity), but how
dare he assume her affections were based on purely artificial things?
“Something about you makes me want to commit extreme
violence,” she informed him, her tone hard as she crossed her arms in front of
“So it is true, then?” he guessed with a bitter grin,
followed by a scoff. “I guess our dear Prince will forever be resigned to a
life without true love. Pity, I heard he was interested in quite a lovely
woman, too. Warm, kind, a bit clumsy, but beautiful inside and out. Tis a
shame, although I suppose it’s very well that he caught himself before he fell
Marinette was now glaring daggers where Chat Noir stood, her
teeth bared in an infuriated snarl. She ignored the jab to her heart from his
mention of another woman that Prince Adrien was interested in, instead focusing
her anger on his grave mistakes of her character.
“Now you listen here, Chat
Noir,” she spat, pointing a finger to his chest. “My feelings for Prince
Adrien are real, and not based on his
title, or his riches, or looks. I didn’t even like him until I saw how kind, forgiving, and generous he could be.
I love him for who he is as a person, not for what he could afford or what he
could give me.”
She took a deep breath, her fury beginning to simmer.
“And while I know I have no chance of him ever returning my
feelings,” she continued in a much less hostile tone than before, bordering on disheartened
acceptance, “I just want to make it clear that I do truly care for him…even if
he loves someone else.”
The man in front of her stared seemingly in awe at her words.
His green eyes were blown wide as his cheeks gradually shifted into a rosy
color. For a few, tense seconds all he could seem to do was peer at her with an
emotion Marinette couldn’t place, his reaction garnering her confusion.
Why was he looking at her as if seeing her for the first
time? It caused a shiver to run down her spine, a good thing or a bad thing,
she wasn’t certain.
At last, he appeared to snap out of his self-induced trance,
a corner of his mouth curling up in a fond smile.
“I apologize for making such inaccurate assumptions of your
feelings, My Lady. I see now that I was in the wrong.”
He held out a gloved hand to her.
“Would you allow me to make it up to you with a dance?”
Marinette pursed her lips, not relenting on the glower she
sent his way.
“How is a dance with you going to make it up to me?”
“Well, I’ve been told I’m an excellent dancer,” he boasted,
shooting her a wink. “And I’ve been trained since early childhood in the art.”
His smile faltered as his expression shifted from cheekiness to remorseful. “I
really am sorry for making those false accusations about you. It was completely
unjustified. Can you forgive me?”
Marinette sighed, her features relaxing in the process.
She supposed she could understand where he was coming from,
since most girls only wanted Prince Adrien for his title or looks. How was he
to know that she was different, that she didn’t care about that stuff?
Well, she did consider him to be the most handsome, gorgeous
man she ever saw, but that wasn’t why she liked him.
Anyway, Chat was just making a conclusion most likely based
on the Prince’s numerous, other female admirers. He was also quick to apologize
once she informed him on how wrong he was.
She was set on dancing with Prince Adrien and him alone for
the night, but it was obvious that he wasn’t going to show up. And, she’s been
itching to dance…
“Alright, Chat Noir, I will dance with you. But you must
promise me something first.”
A part of his forehead rose. She guessed he was raising an
eyebrow at her request.
“And that would be?”
Her blue eyes hardened.
“You must promise not to tell Prince Adrien about my feelings
for him. Swear to me you won’t!”
Chat looked baffled at her demand.
“Because!” she hissed, pointing at him for emphasis. “He’ll
reject me and then everyone will find out and then I’ll become the laughing
stock of this kingdom for thinking I ever had a chance with him and then I’ll
never be able to leave my house again! So do not tell him, understand?”
Chat, to her surprise and indignation, had the audacity to chuckle.
“I don’t know why you think he’ll reject you, you are a lovely woman.”
When she only blinked at his enunciation of the words,
oblivious as to what he was getting at, he closed his eyes and sighed for a
“Regardless,” he continued after he opened his eyes, flashing
her a grin. “I won’t tell him. Cat’s honor.”
He placed his right hand over his heart as he made the vow,
at the same time he raised his left in the air.
While she was skeptical of the sly expression he wore, he did
promise not to tell Prince Adrien. She mentally scoffed, figuring he only had
that look because he was only going to tease her throughout the night for her
“Very well, chaton. I’ll dance with you.”
His eyes shined with satisfaction, looking very much like the
cat that got the cream.
The next day, after the hype from the ball had long ago worn
off, Lady Marinette was pleasantly surprised to receive a letter addressed
solely to her. She figured it to be from Alya, no doubt in order to berate her
for leaving her to dance with a stranger.
The thought made her giggle before she accepted the note from
Only for the amusement to immediately die down once she
observed just where the letter came from. With wide eyes and a new, nervous
rhythm of her heart, she broke the wax seal and flipped the paper open.
I hope you
are having a wonderful morning. I apologize for not being able to attend the
ball your family hosted last night, for I was caught up with other duties. I
hope you are able to find it in your kind heart to forgive me.
If you were
not at all busy today, I was wondering if you would perhaps consider spending
the afternoon with me at the palace. Besides having lunch and strolling around
the grounds together, there is something I would like to ask of you.
request is for you, and you alone, My Lady. Of course, you are free to decline,
either the request or the visit, or even both if you so wish. Although, I will be
honest with you, in that I very much hope you decide to come.
If you do
wish to visit, please send word soon after you have made your decision. If not,
please kindly disregard this note and I shall never bring up the subject again.
Crown Prince of France
“Marinette?” Sabine asked whilst entering the dining room.
Her head tilted in confusion upon seeing her daughter’s flustered state. “Are
you alright? Who is that letter from?”
But her daughter couldn’t answer, for she promptly swooned
and fell right out of her chair.
Don’t worry, she was fine and able to go to the palace xD
12x12 Episode Review - Still Screeching...this time about the colour “Peach”.
I gave my 12x10 episode review the title “Pterodactyl
Screeching into the Void” because I was so
happy about it I couldn’t help but scream with glee at practically every
moment. I also said this: “I feel like
there is so much to talk about in this episode that fandom will be chewing on
it for months if not years to come.” I still believe this, I just didn’t
expect that two episodes later I would be reliving this exact same thoughts and
feelings. I considered 12x10 to be a one off, a glorious gift to fandom wrapped
in a big destielicious bow. Clearly, we celebrate our fandom birthday only two
weeks before fandom Christmas because we just got ANOTHER gift wrapped in an
even BIGGER destielicious bow and I can hardly contain my glee. (baring in mind fandom Christmas falls on the tenth anniversary of tumblr and close to valentines day I can’t help but feel this was planned - PRESENTS ALL AROUND)
But anyway. Lets talk meta. Once again I am very late to the
party as I doubt I will be posting this any earlier than Saturday evening when
you have probably all been talking this to death for the past two days. But eh,
I’m gonna do my thing and hope you all agree, or aren’t bored by now if
everything I talk about is stuff already gone over by my fellow very talented
Starting with the obvious, Director Dick Speight Jr and
Writer Davy Perez made this episode an homage to Tarantino movies. Specifically
Reservoir Dogs which has so many ties
to this episode both visually and subtextually that it is kind of difficult to
keep track of my thoughts on it. I have to confess, I hadn’t ever watched
Reservoir Dogs all the way through prior to watching the episode because it
never really interested me. However, after watching the episode for the first
time Friday lunch time I decided that it was in my best interests as a meta
writer to give it a go. I watched it and tried to take in everything Tarantino
was saying and doing with this movie…
Being a meta writing, destiel shipper
with heteronormative goggles permanently removed since watching this show guess
what the first thing I picked up on was? That’s right Mr White and Mr Orange…
what WAS going on there anyway? Because these guys didn’t know each other very
long but they became VERY close by the time of the heist. Poor Freddie and
Larry. Such doomed tragic lovers… do we have a ship name for them yet? Frarry?
Leddie? Or maybe just “peach” (hence my title)
I believe that when Perez was writing this episode he had a
SPN character in mind for each character in RD (mostly anyway). Cas is
obviously Mr Orange (the bleeding out from the stomach thing gives it away as
does Davy’s tweet here. Here is who I think the rest of the characters are supposed to be:
Dean – Mr White (duh)
Mary – Mr Pink
Wally – Mr Brown
Sam – Nice Guy Eddie maybe? I struggled here
Crowley – I wanna say Joe. (though I also kinda think Ketch
would be Joe here… its not too obvious)
Remiel – Mr Blonde (“yellow” hair)
Explanations and various meta under the cut. This gets long:
Headcannon where MC refuse to answer any phonecalls or talk to RFA+V+Saeran because she has toothache and don't want to tell them because she had been warned not to eat too much sweets by them. But the gang misunderstood, thinking that MC ignoring them or mad at them??
WELL, HERE’S AN ACTUAL POST =^=
didn’t do Jaehee because I think she’d be really calm and understanding, and
wait patiently until you eventually tell her—although she’d still be slightly
nervous for the entire time until you revealed the truth.
Same with V
(especially V, he would probably just quietly blame himself until your
toothache gets better so you can tell him…)
you and joshua met at summer camp in middle school because you two were the only kids who actually read books on the bus ride to and from the camp ground
and literally all the other kids spent the time playing games or shouting but nope. you and joshua sat by each other, silently, reading
and you two,,,,,,just kinda naturally became a duo,,,,,,,like you were always partners for sporting events and helped each other during arts and crafts
and it was cute,,,,,,,,all the counselors thought you guys were adorable and the other kids would call you the shy couple but you and joshua,,,,like,,,,,,,you just became inseparable
and throughout the years you supported each other as friends until you know,,,,,,you guys started to come out of being shy and stuff and funnily enough you and joshua got into the habit of being like sorta competitive when it came to school
and you guys just got inside jokes about out-doing the other person,,,,but like all in good fun??? never seriously or in a mean way
you also gossip with each other like,,,,people see you and josh and are like woW such diligent, polite students but LOL you and him have your fair share of savageness
but it’s totally a bestfriend thing where you meet up to get coffee to study but in reality you spend time quizzing each other and complaining about shitty professors while also reminiscing about the past
“joshua remember when you got 100 on our first chem quiz as freshmen.”
“yeah, what about-”
“remember i got 103 because i did the extra credit (—:”
“,,,,,,are you really bringing that up? do i have to remind you of what else happened to us as freshmen? mainly what happened between you and that hoshi ki-”
“oK JOSHUA SH”
but as much as you’re jokingly being sarcastic with each other you truly care about each other and ,,,,,that’s why when joshua tells you he’s got extended family coming over,,,,and they’ve literally not let it go about him not being in a relationship and so,,,,,,,,if you could pleaSE just fake date him for this dinner,,,,,,,
you say yes,,,,because how can you say no???
only problem is the minute you show up the hongs are all like fiNALLY YOU Two ARE DAting,,,,,we always knew it would come to this!!!!
and joshua’s mom is nudging you because,,,,,,hey she’s been trying to get joshua to make a move since long before and joshua is like m OM
and you’re both sitting at the dinner table,,,,and yes it’s awkward but you’ve been to their house so many times that somehow??? it’s not
like it actually feels super,,,,,,nice and natural
because you know joshua and his family and even his extended family don’t seem hard to get along with at all
and for most of the dinner,,,,,,you forget that it’s fake
the smiles you and joshua share,,,,,the joking around with his parents,,,,,,,
it’s all something you’ve done before but ,,,, when joshua grabs your hand and brings it to his lips as a show for his family,,,,,,you can’t help but feel your heart race
and his lips are so warm on your skin
and before you know it you’re looking at joshua’s profile,,,,how pretty his eyes are,,,,,how he’s got such handsome features,,,,,, how he’s not the shy boy at camp but ,,,,,,,,, the drop dead gorgeous best friend of yours
who probably could date anyone,,,,,but,,,,,choose to have you by his side for this
and you’re like arguing with yourself because no,,,no he chose you because you’re his best friend,,,,he could trust you not to mess up in front of his family,,,,,,but then again joshua has other friends,,,,,to ask,,,,,,,,
and you can’t help the sinking feeling in your stomach when the dinner ends and joshua’s mom is encouraging him to walk you home
and you’re going along the sidewalk in silence and joshua is like “thank you for helping me tonight,,,,,,seriously they wouldn’t get off my back”
and you try to strain out a laugh because ahh yeah this was all a joke,,,,,,a lie,,,,,,
but as you get to your front door you’re like “joshua i-”
and he’s like “wait,,,,,,i just,,,,,,,i have a question,,,,”
and you’re like,,, what is it??? and he’s like “well i was thinking about how everyone was like,,,,,, talking about how they expected us to date,,,,,do you think that’s true?? that we,,,make a good couple,,,,,”
and joshua’s cheeks are pink,,,,eyes flicking around from you to the floor and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,oh
but you’re like “i mean i guess we are - we fooled everyone in your fami-”
but he shakes his head and he’s like “i mean,,,,,do you think we,,,,,,we could be something more?” and you’re like “,,,,,,,if i say yes will you think that’s weird?”
but joshua looks up and breathes a sigh of relief and he’s like no,,, not at all,,,,,,i thought i was the weird one for thinking tonight was so,,,,natural,,,,
and you look at him,,,,,still dressed up a bit because his mom had made him put on a tie because of formal dinner attire or whatever,,,,and the way you’ve only seen joshua flustered when he was a shy kid ,,,,, and how cute it looks on him
the unsure,,,,stuttery joshua,,,,,,,you’ve missed him
and you take a step closer to him and joshua swallows and looks down at you and you take a hold of his wrist and lean in and he closes his eyes,,,,,,,,,,
but you kiss his cheek and you’re like “how about we go on a real date soon,,,,,,” and joshua is like sure,,,,where??? and you shrug and you’re like “surprise me,,,,whatever you choose will be fun. im sure.” and you give him a little wave as you go inside
and you almost fall over yourself when the door closes because oh my god your best friend,,,,,might be your boyfriend very v e r y soon
and joshua is still standing frozen on the spot, hand over the spot where you kissed him because,,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh my god his best friend,,,,,might be,,,,,,,the One,,,,,
Hey, I was thinking maybe you could write about Harry and Y/N being celebrities and having to do a PR stunt. They both hate PR stunts because they are in love with their current girlfriend/boyfriend (which r okay with the PR stunt). Harry and Y/N end up falling for each other.
Word Count: 2973
A/M: This idea was
amazing anon! I might have tweaked it a little bit, but thank you so much for
sending it to me! I’m sorry it took forever for me to get this up. There will be a part two. Hope you enjoy! Tell me if you do! :)
You insisted on putting the last touches of your makeup
yourself, now finishing your look with the right shade of red.
“What do you think?” You asked turning to your
boyfriend as you did a little spin to show off your dress.
“You look great. Always do.” He said barely looking
You crossed your arms and gave him an annoyed look.
“What?” He asked half annoyed, “You ask the same
thing every time, and ever since you started "going out” with him it’s
"Not going to wish me luck?"
"Luck on what? It’s another date with him isn’t it?”
“It’s a premier. I’m kind of nervous actually. It’s my
“I’m sure you’ll do fine. You’ve gone through this kind of
You rolled your eyes, "Whatever. I’ll see you
tomorrow.” You said waving him off
It had been the routine for the last 6 months. You had become a
rising star within the last two year; a star that came to the level of
popularity that your agent had decided that it’d be good for you if you were to
have a “fake boyfriend.” But never in your wildest dreams did you
think that this fake boyfriend would be Harry Styles.
—7 months ago—
“What on earth would he get out of "dating”
"Well,” your agent started, “He’s obviously very
famous and popular around the world, and you need the publicity. You're this close,”
he said giving a hand gesture that showed the small distance he was referring
to, “This close to being the next huge thing. If you do this
with Harry, it will prolong your career."
You sighed, "Again, that wasn’t my question. What does
Harry get out of it? I’m not that famous. What benefit does he get?”
Your agent frowned, “I thought you liked him. I thought
you’d be thrilled to "go out” with him.“
"I am! He’s great, he’s cute. But more importantly he’s a
genuine guy. I have met him before. I just want to know why. I don’t want
to completely take advantage of him."
He heaved a deep sigh, "You attract a certain audience and
style and it’s something that his agent seems to like as well to broaden his
own audience like he will for you.”
You were able to breathe a little easier, now knowing more about
this seemingly odd situation. Even if it was something that’s been done since
the very beginning of Hollywood and the fame industry.
“Alright. I’ll agree to it if he agrees to it. But you
know, we have to talk to [Y/BF/N] about this. I don’t know how he’ll react to
something like this.” And you started to feel anxious at the
“Don’t worry. I’ll talk to him about it.” Your agent
said, “Also we’ll have to meet with Harry and his agent to discuss the
ground rules. You said you’ve met him before right?”
You nodded, “At a party about 2 months ago."
"Good. I’ll call you when we’ll be meeting with him. It’s
also when we’ll discuss how we’ll bring you two into the public eye.”
“Whoa. Hold on, shouldn’t we wait until he agrees to being
He gave a look, "Wait I didn’t mention it? He already
"What? Oh. Well alright.”
Everything had be sorted out beforehand, and you and Harry had
met to see what you would both agree upon. The terms for the relationship were
both simple and basic.
No spontaneous PDA
And no spontaneous trips away.
Everything had to have been planned and known beforehand.
You didn’t have a doubt in your mind. The rules were too easy.
You both were already taken. This was simply work.
The first few times a month after the idea and rules were laid
out, you had both made it look easy. But it wasn’t quite the “young
love” that people thought it would be.
But your agents and the managing teams had an idea to make the
relationship seem more believable.
So this time the scene was set- a table near a window of a very
public restaurant. The lighting was very dim just enough to enhance the
candlelight that was at every table, but the focus on you and Harry was very
The place wasn’t busy… yet; but with the whispers of people
nearby, including the staff, you knew that the plan was working and that by the
time you were to both walk out, the paparazzi would be everywhere.
Highlights from the Lana Parrilla and Sean Maguire panel at Storytelling Con, Barcelona, April 22, 2017
Lana came in first…..
Did she prank someone on set: “Well I stole Rebecca’s dog. She was not happy about that. But she stole my chocolates so I thought it was fair to steal her puppy. It was my Wicked Witch moment. I stole her Toto.”
Which Meryl Streep movie would you like to have been in: Mama Mia, the Deer Hunter, the Devil Wear’s Prada.
FMK: F Emma, M Zelena, K Rumple. “I would sleep with myself, I’d marry the Evil Queen, and I’d kill my mother. Nooooo. That doesn’t make anyone happy.”
Favorite con activities: “I love the meet and greets because they’re really intimate and you get to learn a little bit more about my people. Those are my favorite moment. Also just hearing people’s stories. These are fun. I like the panels because I like the energy. And it’s just fun because I get to see everyone and hear everyone, feel your energy and hear your voices and your shouting, your cheering, it’s electrifying.”
What was it like meeting Johnny Depp: She was seven all over again, and she had a crush on Johnny Depp during 21 Jump Street. She was starstruck and fangirled and looked stupid in that picture.
What has she learned from Regina or the Evil Queen: “I’ve learned a lot of lessons. And a lot of similar lessons that a lot of you have learned from these characters because they are very inspiring women. One a little bit more than the other. But even the Evil Queen I’ve learned lessons from her in what not to do. And with Regina just always striving to be the best me I could be for myself and others. That’s probably the biggest lesson. Sounds cheesy but it’s not.”
What is it like to live with four boys: Fun, loud, energetic, with a lot going on.
Best advise to give to your fans: “Be kind to one another. No more segregation, no more separation, no more hate, no more bullshit, I mean there is a lot of that happening in the world. Why would you want to be part of that? So especially in social media I see all the negative banters back and forth and it’s just… I just recommend if you get the impulse to want to say something really shitty to someone … go do something else.”
Sean Maguire joined at this point….
What is your favorite one liner: “I love fillet the bitch. I just think it’s so fun to say.”
They took a picture with an OQ banner presented to them by fans.
What would they as their characters use to describe the other…
Lana: “Chivalrous, Smells like Forest, Handsome, Father, Loving…”
What do you think the EQ and Robin are up to in the wish realm? “I know what they’re up to but we can’t say. […] I think they’re having a really good time.”
Question about how Robin and Regina never said I love you on the show: They both seem surprised that they did not.
Sean: “Well if that’s the case it’s an oversight on our part or the writers part or they’re really holding out to do that line. He’s already dead and you are still holding out?”
Lana: “I feel like they had to have said it…”
Sean: “I think you’re right… […] it’s because Robin and Regina are really shy… But did you get the sense that we both felt that? [Audience affirmative] Well then we did our job.”
Lana: “I’m here to tell you all that Regina and Robin Hood loved each other.”
Sean: “We certainly did.”
Lana declines to sing again… which … she does a lot at cons.
Sean: “Lana was the one on my first day, Lana was one of the first actors on the show to say hi to me and welcome me to the show. So I was really … it’s like the first day at school and when someone who has been there a while welcomes you it makes you feel really relaxed. So I was very, I loved her straight off the bat, I was like ‘oh she’s nice. We’ll get along well.’ not knowing we’d end up working together.
Lana: “I saw Sean before he saw me and I felt a warmth and a kindness and a sensitive sweet soul and you can see it. And I thought that’s my Robin Hood. So I went and introduced myself. And I knew we’d get along. And Sean knows this I’ve told him this a million times he’s been like an angel for me on the show and I love him so much. And I couldn’t have asked for a more wonderful, beautiful, love interest, co-star, friend, we really enjoy working with each other and I was so glad he came back this season. Honestly when Sean’s not there it’s weird. He brings so much light and laughter, he is, he makes everyone, the crew smile, everyone laugh, he’s missed.”
Does Regina think Emma is too good for Hook:
Lana: “Ahhh I mean I feel like Regina … I feel like I’m going to say yes for them but honestly I think that Hook has come a long way …”
[At this point the audience starts making noise…]
Lana: “Shhhhh do you want to answer the question or do you want me to answer the question? You may not like my answers but that’s okay, it’s still my answer.”
[Moderator/Translator: “Drop the mic.”]
Lana: “So I think that Hook has come a long way. I don’t think that Regina necessarily likes him very much. She tolerates him. And she supports her friend. All the Swan Queens are going …”
[Moderator/Translator goes ‘Swan Queens chill’]
Lana: “I have to look at the story as it’s written so I’m answering the question as the character and what is written. And I don’t think she really cares for Hook. She’s always sarcastic, she’s always belittling him, she puts up with him, and if he makes Emma happy she’s happy. Now I’ve lost all those fans…”
: “No you haven’t.”]
Lana: “I’m just kidding. I know I haven’t.”
Lana: “Well we don’t know if there is a season seven. So we don’t know what is going to happen but we’ll see. In the meantime there is a lot to catch up on in life. We’ve been working on Once for six years so … it’s important to take time for yourself and to try and try to reconnect and try to get some things done on a personal level. Who knows what lies ahead.”
Sean: “The show finishes filming around April … and those going back go back in July and Lana and I and a lot of the cast in that time travel around the world. We go to Brazil we go to Paris which we love and we’ve had an amazing time meeting all the wonderful fans. But it sometimes doesn’t leave us a lot of time to do the personal things that we want to do…”
Lana: “No rest for the wicked. But we’ll see. I hope you follow us no matter where we go.”
Best day of your life:
Lana: Being born.
Sean: When his son was born. Lana and Ginny told the assistant director to send him home when he showed up to work the day after his son was born.
Ok, so am I the only person who thinks Newt is utterly adorable, BUT actually likes Jacob Kowalski better in pretty much every way?
1) Jacob is the first really positive Muggle/No-Maj character we’ve had in the Potterverse, and I didn’t even realize that was missing, much less how desperately I needed it, until I saw Fantastic Beasts. I mean:
-Vernon and Petunia Dursley are portrayed as boring, stupid, unattractive, bigoted, and abusive. -Dudley is better than his parents by the end of the series, but his scenes at the beginning (where he’s a nasty, ignorant bully) are pretty frequent, and once he starts growing as a person, he’s less integral to the plot, so we don’t see much of him acting decent. -Piers (Dudley’s friend) is described as looking scrawny and rodent-like, and from what we see of his personality, he’s selfish, cruel, and cowardly. -Tom Riddle Sr. abandoned his wife and unborn child when he discovered his wife was a witch. -Hermione’s parents seem nice enough, but are barely featured at all. -Filch, while not a Muggle, is a Squib, so he also doesn’t have magic. He is described as ugly, vindictive, and cruel. -Mrs. Figg, also a Squib, is definitely a well-meaning person, but she’s portrayed as a little loopy, the stereotypical “crazy cat lady.”
Meanwhile, Jacob is a central character who is sympathetic, kind, multi-faceted, funny, interesting, creative, has unique hopes and dreams, and his—not Newt’s—is the big romantic relationship in the film.
I was talking to someone about this—how the Potterverse was practically starved for positive Muggle characters before Fantastic Beasts—and they pointed out how most of the audience is (presumably) made up of Muggles, so having a non-magical character we can relate to is pretty important. I started thinking about that, and I realized it’s kinda true. A lot of Potterheads consider ourselves witches and wizards, and by default any non-fan—especially one who is dense or disrespectful—is a “Muggle.” I thought about how devastated I was when I didn’t get my Hogwarts letter at age 11, and now I wonder how much less upset I would have been if we’d had a Jacob Kowalski in the series from the get-go.
2) The way he reacts to magic. Ok, so he freaks out at first, but who wouldn’t? I love how quickly he accepts magic, and how he reacts to all magic he sees after that… like, he just sort of goes, “Oh, that’s a thing? Oh hey, that’s just great!” Like, magic obviously makes him really, really happy, but he doesn’t spend a lot of time goggling over stuff like Harry did at first. He just lets it all roll over him. He never takes it for granted, like the Weasleys or other people who grew up surrounded by it, but after the initial shock, he just accepts that all this wonderful stuff exists and immediately takes advantage of all the little practical ways it can improve his life (self-stirring cocoa, magic strudel, et cetera). He’s so open to trying everything new. No hesitation. Even with stuff that seems scary like some of Newt’s creatures, he’s just like, “Oh, this huge tentacled creature out of a Lovecraftian nightmare wants me to pet it, sure, I guess that’s cool.” I just adore how accepting and open he is about this whole world of crazy stuff he never knew existed.
3) He’s ridiculously handsome, honestly. As a bigger person myself, I love love love seeing physically attractive heavyset characters. Like, I wouldn’t kick Newt out of bed either (what sane person would?), but my Fantastic Beasts crush is definitely Kowalski. He’s dapper as fuck, with the hair and the mustache and the suit; his smile is like sunlight, and his eyes are so friggin’ gorgeous I can’t even start. He’s simultaneously adorable and sexy, and like, seeing a character like that makes me so much more confident about my own body.
4) The relationship between Jacob and Queenie. Not only is it super adorable, but please note how unusual it is for mainstream films. In most big Hollywood movies, it would go like this: “Tina and Queenie both crush on Newt (who is the leading man, the “hero” type, and the more generically “attractive” male) and get into a sort of contest about who can impress him more. Jacob likes Queenie right away, but stays out of her way because he wants her to be happy and figures he doesn’t deserve her. Near the end, Queenie finally accepts that Tina and Newt belong together, and then realizes that Jacob has been there for her the whole time,” yada yada. But no. Queenie sees Jacob and there’s this instant spark. You can see her eyes light up a bit the minute they meet. There’s never a moment where she’s like, “You’re a really sweet guy, but…” It’s not necessarily “love at first sight,” but there’s definitely “strong mutual attraction and some serious sexual chemistry at first sight.”
5) The bromance with Newt is almost as adorable as the flirtation with Queenie. It’s so wonderful to see two male characters deeply care for one another, and even show unashamed physical affection, without them being portrayed as gay.* Mind you, there’s nothing wrong with gay characters (obviously) and generally I’m all for more queer representation in film, but it bothers me that apparently “straight men can’t have strong emotional bonds.” It has a lot to do with toxic masculinity: men can’t show affection towards one another unless they’re gay (i.e. unless they’re “girly”), because having emotions is a “female thing.”
*I know that Kowalski x Newt is a semi-popular ship, but I don’t think there’s a lot of canonical evidence for it, and given that we know Newt eventually marries Tina, and Jacob and Queenie have mad chemistry going on, it feels pretty OOC to me.
6) His dreams of opening a bakery. I can deeply relate to having a dream career that seems unachievable for financial reasons, but you still strive for it, because there’s nothing you love doing half as much, and it feels like you’re just meant to do it. And I love how this guy who seems really generically masculine at first glance has a passion for something as “feminine” as baking. Plus, though I’d never really considered baking as an art form before, it obviously is to him. He clearly doesn’t think of himself as a creative type—“I ain’t got the brains to make this up”—but he couldn’t be more wrong. What he does with all the fantastic creatures made of pastry at the end proves it. Yeah, he didn’t make up Nifflers and Bowtruckles and such, but having a vision of something in your head isn’t the same as bringing it to life, in 3D, in such a unique (and temporary!) medium. Newt may have shown him the creatures he modeled them off, but the whimsical charm each little pastry has is all Jacob’s own.
Also, I adore why he wants to be a baker—he wants to make people happy, in whatever small way he can, and that’s beautiful. I can’t imagine a more perfect reason to follow a dream than to bring charm and joy to a grey world.
7) Pretty much everything else about him, period, because this man is overall incredible and perfect.