The Ignition fic that no one asked for but that I needed to write because damn. That video has ended me. Enjoy! @strongenoughfoundation sorry, I had to tag you again, that video has done things to both of us XD
It was too hot, too loud, and the traffic was too AWFUL.
You’d been sitting in this car for God knew how long now, on a packed highway in the summer heat. Every window was rolled down in an attempt to fight off a heatstroke and honestly, you’d started counting the minutes until your sure death if you didn’t get off this road soon. Groaning in despair, you snatched the hair tie from your wrist and tied your hair back in sharp motions.
At the sound of your voice, your best friend glanced at you from the driver’s seat, eyebrows raised. “You all right over there?”
“I’m dying, Lin,” you deadpanned. “I am actually dying.”
“That’s a little dramatic,” he remarked, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.
“This damn highway is doing dangerous things to my head.”
“I imagine death so much, it feels more like a memory.”
At that, he burst out laughing. With a hand resting on the steering wheel, he leaned back against his seat and sent you a warm glance. “I feel like I can’t argue with you because you just did that.”
Flopping back against your seat with a loud sigh, you pointed at him. “That line is the one I relate to the most, honestly,” you told him wryly.
“Why am I not surprised?” he asked.
You lifted your head and arched a brow at him. “Are you saying I’m a negative person?”
“You said it, not me.”
“I feel the need to remind you that you’re stuck in this car with me for at least an hour.”
“I feel the need to remind YOU that this is my car and I can kick you out at anytime.”
Grumbling, you shifted around in your seat to get to a more comfortable position and brought your feet up onto the edge of it. “Asshole,” you muttered simply and he snickered. You wondered if walking was a better choice than this traffic-induced hell after all.
Sighing in resignation, you settled for dozing in the searing sun and sneaking a couple glances over at Lin as you did. Hey, you couldn’t help it if your best friend also happened to be kinda (really) attractive, could you? It wasn’t bad just to look, right? You idly studied him through half-closed eyes, admiring the way his hair got all tousled as he ran a hand through it. He was wearing a dark blue tee because of the heat and you tried to steal a few guilty glances at his arms. You bet it’d be nice to be wrapped up in his arms, heat or no heat.
“…you done staring at me yet?”
“Shit!” you hissed, blushing furiously at having been caught. Lin cast you a sideways glance that was wayyyy too knowing and was that jerk SMIRKING? Growling something unintelligible, you reached forward to the dashboard. “I’m putting the radio on!” you announced.
“Hey, I don’t mind, you can look all you want—”
“I’M PUTTING THE RADIO ON.” You jabbed at the power button and cranked up the volume.
The first few notes of a song blared out and you recognized it at the same time Lin did.
You groaned out a frustrated “NOOO,” while Lin practically cheered like a two-year-old.
“I’m turning it off!” you said at once, and you reached for the button again.
“No you aren’t!” he shot back, batting your hand away. He ignored your squeak of protest and flashed you a wide grin. “You turned it on, so you’re stuck with the consequences!”
Sinking down in your seat, you brought your fingers up to your temples. The lyrics to the “Ignition” remix pumped out of the speakers and brought back a ton of memories. “Lin-Manuel Miranda,” you stated, “if you start rapping, I swear to God—”
“No, I’m not tryin’ to be rude, but hey pretty girl, I’m feelin’ you, the way you do the things you do, remind of my Lexus coup—”
“AAAGHHH!” You threw your hands up as he started freaking dancing in his damn seat, one hand still on the wheel and other in the air, and dear lord, it was like PTSD. Hands over your ears now, you glowered at him from your hunched over position. Lin just smiled back like the stupid, hot person he was and pointed at you as he went on with the song:
“So baby, give me that!”
“Let me give you that!”
“HELL NO. Lin, I swear, I will never speak to you again.”
Cheerfully ignoring you, he kept going, letting that edge of a growl into his voice and you internally swooned. Why did these things happen to you? “It’s the remix to ignition, hot and fresh out the kitchen, Mama rollin’ that body, got every man in here wishin'—”
He cut off, making you glance over in confusion; just in time for him to lean across and steal a kiss, lips pressed to yours fleetingly. Your eyes shot open wide, body going rigid as he grinned into your mouth and then pulled away a second later.
“Lin!” you spluttered out, as he just laughed and went back to rapping out the lyrics. “What—You—What the hell!?”
The lyrics became a little shaky as he tried not to laugh, a stupid smile on his face. When he glanced at you, his eyes softened and…was he blushing?
Against your will, your mouth quirked up too and you looked down at your feet.
As the two of you sat, with the speakers blasting around you, you brought your fingers up to touch your lips in wonder.
Summary: In which you’re sure you’ll hate Park Jimin with every fiber of your being for the rest of your existence, even after he is assigned your tutor for History of Magic. Pairing: Jimin | Reader Genre: Fluff/Smut; Harry Potter AU Word Count: 17,321 Author’s Note: This got insanely long, and I apologize but also not really. Inspired by @jeonbegins + her really dope HP Slytherin Jimin AU edit. I also had a little conversation with @minsvga about this and she helped me figured out the basic idea for what this story has become; and @chokemejimin has asked to be tagged in my HP work so here you go my dear!!!
No matter how hard you try, it seems as if you are always bested by Park Jimin in every aspect of life: from Quidditch to school to class popularity.
And you absolutely despise him for it.
Granted, it’s probably because he’s always simply excelled in everything while you could only manage the minimum requirement for things outside of the sport you’ve grown to be so passionate about—but that’s only deepened your dislike for the boy. It’s been like this since the pair of you were children, a rivalry already planted between you even before you knew what the term meant. Truthfully, it was pretty much written in the stars that you would develop some deep-rooted grudge against Jimin, for he was organized into Slytherin while you were put in the fiery red and gold of Gryffindor.
Beyond the clashing Houses that have officially formed your backgrounds, it doesn’t help that the boy has seemed to uphold a particular interest in doing whatever he could to see you fidget or watch you squirm or just catch you at your worst moments—although you humor yourself on the idea that these unfortunate incidents occur to you because of Park Jimin’s constant hovering. It’s a habit that’s grown since the first week of your admission into Hogwarts, in which your big mouth scored you your first detention with the infamous Professor Snape.
It’s a moment that marks the beginning of an unspoken battle between the pair of you—in which you would constantly attempt to prove yourself better than Park Jimin and Park Jimin doing everything he could to make sure you could never have that victory. During the first two years of school, this would mean beating you on every exam, knowing the answers to every question and teasing you for not knowing. Professors putting Jimin on a pedestal, marking him up as the ‘ideal student’ and unknowingly intensifying the dagger of hatred you wished to plunge deeper and deeper into his chest.
When you are twelve, you are told that there is certainly no way for you to truly despise of something (or someone)—for you are young and naive and not entirely capable to understand what it means to hate something with every fiber of your being.
Warnings:NSFW 18+. Smut, swearing, fingering, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap the willy!) chocolate pie porn.
Request: Hello! I have a request, could you do one where the reader starts working for Tony and soon after the reader and Bucky start a secret affair? Thanks love! - Anon
A/N: Here you go my dear! Sorry that it took me so long!
‘You can do this.’
‘You have worked hard for this.’
‘You deserve this.’
The pep talk you were giving yourself as you drove up to the gate surrounding the Avengers compound wasn’t helping your nerves at all. You leaned forward to look up through your windshield at the concrete walls. This place was a fortress.
You rolled your window down when you approached a booth. You hit the green call button and jumped at the electronic voice that spoke.
Did you realize that from this three devastating moments from yesterday's clip, the only one in which we saw Sana (almost) cry was the fight. Because she was crying for Isak?? And I just really really hope my girl will manage to cry for herself to, in her mother's arms...
Sana staggers back a few steps. Yousef and Noora are still wrapped around each other like serpents, oblivious to everyone around them.
She opens and closes her mouth without any words coming out. The music is too loud, the room is too crowded and she feels dizzy.
She turns around and runs. She doesn’t care how crazy she looks, sprinting out of the bar, bumping into people without any “excuse me” or “I’m sorry.”
She was done apologizing.
She hears her name a few times but she just keeps moving. It doesn’t matter who it is, they’re all the same.
Sana steps into the tram, collapses on a seat and leans against the window. She closes her eyes and shuts out the world around her.
When she gets home, she heads straight to her room.
On her study desk she sees that stupid, stupid flower he had given her. She tosses it in the trash.
Then she takes out her laptop and deletes her browser history.
How to get over someone you deeply love?
How to make 300,000 fast?
Why can’t Muslim women marry non muslim men?
She watches as all those questions disappear. Wiped so easily. And she feels fucking satisfied and bitter at the same time as she erases it all.
A white blank screen in front of her. A fresh clean slate.
If only it was this easy to erase every jab, every memory, each and every one of their words from her mind.
She has supported and listened and cared for all of them only to get nothing in return. And she is sad and angry and resentful but most of all….she is tired.
So tired of holding it all in that she sits down on her bed, takes a deep staggering breath, and starts to cry.
She puts her face in her hands and feels the tears slip through her fingers, shoulders shaking as she sobs.
There’s a knock on her door and her mom’s voice on the other side. It’s unlocked anyway so after a few knocks she gently opens it.
When she sees Sana she rushes forward and asks her, “Sana?! What happened why are you crying?”
And Sana wraps her arms around her mom, puts her head on her chest and continues weeping without offering any explanation.
Her mom is shocked but she simply holds her baby, and rubs her shoulders and softly murmurs “it’s okay, it’s okay” to her.
After a while when she’s calmed down, and only silent tears are falling down her cheeks, her mom says, “You want to talk about it?”
Sana feels the lump in her throat and bites down on her lip. She really doesn’t. She wants to retreat back into her mind, and like every other time, internalize all her struggles and sorrows and deal with it in the unhealthiest manner. But she realizes that it’s not the right thing to do. That holding it all in was making her life miserable.
So she opens her mouth, and like blood rushing from arteries into veins, it all flows out.
She starts a story then breaks off and starts another but somehow she manages to convey her feelings about everything and everyone. The Russebus, the comments of those girls, Yousef. She leaves out the part about Elias because that’s the last thing her mom needs to worry about.
Her mom listens without interrupting and when Sana is done, she’s silent.
“You were right Mama. I should’ve listened to your advice. I’m the one who’s dumb not you. I’m sorry.”
Her mom gently lets her go and makes Sana sit up.
Then she takes her face in her hands and says, “Look at me. You are not dumb. I want you to understand that it doesn’t matter what those girls said, you have the brightest mind and the kindest soul habibti and nothing and no can take that away from you. No one can change it unless you let them. Unless you let their words and actions get to you. Unless you sacrifice parts of yourself for others. And they’re not worth it Sana. Anyone who can’t respect you for who you are, they’re not worth your time and consideration.”
Sana rubs her cheek against her mom’s palm. “Are you disappointed in me Mama? I’m sorry I didn’t tell you everything sooner I wanted to it’s just…”
“We can talk about all that tomorrow. Right now, I just want you to realize that this isn’t your fault Sana. Sometimes I look at you and see so much of myself that it scares me. Like me, you have a tendency to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders without making a sound, and that’s not the way it should be. It’s not normal. I’m happy you finally talked to me Sana, promise me you’ll never shut me out again?”
She nods and falls back into her mother’s embrace. “I promise Mama, I promise.”
“Then know that I’m here for you, always my love.”
And Sana knows that she’ll be fine. She’ll face everything that tomorrow has to offer with a brave heart and a strong mind.
But tonight, in her mother mother’s arms, she’s allowed to be sad. Tonight she’ll work through the grief and she’ll begin to heal.
Warnings: NSFW! 18+ SMUT! Swearing, angst, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap the willy!)
Request: Anon: Omg nemesis I loved your movie night stories! So well written and detailed! I have a request if you’re taking them, how about an angst filled reader after her break up with Bucky? I’ll let you decide how and why the break up happens and how they handle it. Angst, fluff and maybe a smidgen of smut? Thanks in advance!
A/N: Here you go my dear! Hopefully it is what you are looking for!
That is the thought that rolled through your mind as you opened your eyes and squinted at the offensive sun shining through the curtains. You looked at the bedside table and saw that the clock read 7:23 a.m. You also noticed two empty bottles of wine sitting behind the clock.
Well… that explained why your head felt like it took a trip through a meat grinder.
With a groan, you propped yourself up on an elbow and fumbled around for your cell phone. The little blue light was flashing, signaling a notification. Bringing it to life, you had three missed calls and five text messages from Steve. You missed your morning workout session. Third time this week. Yada, yada… Whatever.
You attempted to sit up on the side of the bed. “Nope,” you said to yourself before laying back down, staring at the ceiling. How much did you drink last night? Did you eat? Why were you still in your jeans? It was too bright in here.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y.? Can you shut off the sun?” you asked the interface system. She was always quick to answer, her Irish accent filling the room, “I think that is a little out of my realm of expertise, but I can do this.” You jumped at the sound of the metal shutters closing over the windows. Pitch black… it suited your mood.
You picked your phone back up and pulled up the text messages. Hitting Steve’s name, you typed a quick, ‘Not feeling well,’ before checking your emails. Your thumb slid over the gallery tab before you thought better of it. You didn’t know why you were torturing yourself this way…
Bucky’s smiling face appeared. It was the last selfie you two had taken together before the break up. Your heart constricted inside of your chest. The happiness in the picture was hard to look at. “Damnit,” you whispered before throwing your phone to the floor. You felt the familiar sensation of tears forming in your eyes. On a quiet sob, you let them spill. The anguish was crippling. You missed him. His smile, his laugh, his voice… him.
A loud knock at the door startled you out of your reverie. You swiped your hands over your face, erasing the tears before sitting up quickly. Too quickly in fact. Your head spun so hard you almost fainted. “What?” you yelled out harshly.
“It’s Steve, may I come in?” he said through the door. Crap, it was locked. You threw your legs over the side of the bed and tried standing again. Whew, ok… so far, so good. While holding onto everything you encountered, you made it to the door. You clicked the lock and opened the door enough for Steve to walk in. You switched the lamp on and sat at the end of the bed.
You looked up at him standing in front of you. You watched as his eyes surveyed your room. You could tell he took note of the empty bottles of wine on the nightstand and the other empty liquor bottles in the trash can. He bent to pick up the broken picture frame out of the trash. He wiped the glass off the picture of you and Bucky and sighed.
“He got back from his mission late last night,” he said as he placed the picture on the desk. “Sam said it was pretty routine. No problems.”
“Good for him,” you said snidely. You knew you were being pissy, but this mission he went on was the reason behind your break up in the first place. You looked at Steve’s feet as you got lost in thought…
‘Yea doll, fuck… just like that.’ Bucky said while gripping your hips tighter. You placed your hands on his chest for leverage and rolled your hips faster against his. You were in perfect sync together, with every backward roll of your hips, he would thrust up. He was so deep that he would bump your cervix with every pump. The little sting of pain was perfect in combination with your clit hitting his pelvic bone.
‘Bucky… baby…,’ you moaned, over and over. Your nails scraped over his chest when his rough thrust jolted your pleasure up another notch. ‘Oh, my god…’ you sat up straight, placed one hand behind you on Bucky’s thigh and the other slipped between your bodies to rub your clit. Your head fell back on a moan. The sounds leaving your mouth made you sound like a wanton woman.
‘Fuck doll face, you’re so damn beautiful like this,’ Bucky grunted underneath you. His movements became sloppy as he was nearing his finish. His grip on your hips was going to leave finger shaped bruises. His metal hand slid up your body to tweak your nipple. You slammed your hips down on him one last time, screaming out your orgasm. ‘Ah, oh my…FUCK!’ Bucky shouted as he spilled himself inside you. You collapsed onto his chest and nuzzled your face into his neck. He wrapped his arms around your back while letting your heartbeats settle.
‘Do you have to go?’ you whispered after a while. You stacked your hands on his sternum and propped your chin on top to look at him. Bucky’s face was serious as he brushed the hair away from your face.
‘You know I do,’ he sighed.
‘I don’t understand why I can’t go with you,’ you thought you would argue your case one more time. ‘All I need to do is get close enough to the target to touch him. Then I can tell you any information you need to know. Seconds is all I need.’
‘That is the exact reason why I said no to you going.’ He pushed his own hairback, giving you a stern look. ‘These are dangerous people and you don’t need to be that close to them. End of discussion. Besides, you and Wanda have more training exercises to do.’
‘You’re not my keeper Bucky,’ you said while rolling off him and walking to the bathroom. You cleaned yourself up and put your robe on. When you went back into the bedroom, Bucky had sat up on the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.
‘I didn’t say that I was. I just want to keep you safe damnit, and I can’t do that if I have to concentrate on the target and you at the same time.’ He looked up at you, his eyes pleading with you to understand.
‘This is always how it is going to be, isn’t it?’ you asked, leaning against the door jamb. ‘You’re never going to see me as a part of the team.’
‘With a little more training to hone your senses…’ he started to say, but you raised your hand and shook your head. You were past the point of reasoning. You rummaged around for your clothes, hastily putting them on. You opened the door to walk out.
‘We’ll talk about this when I get back,’ Bucky said, standing from the bed. He looked as lost as you felt.
‘No, we won’t,’ you stated as you walked out the door, leaving your heart behind.
You were brought back by a pair of fingers snapping in front of your face. You shook yourself and looked back up at Steve. His brow was furrowed in confusion. You looked away. You needed alcohol.
“He looks awful, if that makes you feel any better.” Steve put his hands on his hips and used his Cap voice. “Just go talk to him. I would shower first though.” With that, he turned and walked out of your room.
You were stunned, but it was effective. You sighed and trudged your way to the bathroom.
You found him down in the gym. He hadn’t noticed you yet so it gave you time to look him over. Still gorgeous as always. He had lost a little weight, but still looked delicious. Damn the man. Sweat was clinging to his back and his black running shorts were sitting low on his hips as he ran on the treadmill. He was looking straight ahead, pumping his arms, pushing himself. He hit the button to stop the machine, grabbed a towel to wipe his face and stepped down. He dropped the towel, finally noticing you standing near the doorway.
You both just stared at each other. You weren’t sure if it was because you didn’t know what to say or if he was waiting on you to start the conversation. Your question was answered when all he did was turn and head for the shower room. You sighed, rolling your eyes. You knew this wasn’t going to be easy.
“Bucky!” you called out. He came back through the doors and you almost lost your nerve. The man was only wearing a towel around his hips. You gulped, “I heard the mission went smoothly.”
A look you couldn’t decipher passed over his face, “That’s what you want to talk about?” He threw his hands in the air. You didn’t say anything more, at a complete loss for words.
He grabbed his gym bag from the floor and walked over to you, stopping just a breath away. He reached up and ran his thumb across your bottom lip. Then he shook his head and without another word, walked out. The haunted look in his eyes caused a broken sob to escape your throat.
REQUESTED: can I have a fluff/comedy scenario where Jackson is introducing you to got7?
Reader (you) x Jackson ft members of got7
Word Count: 1262
note: here you go, my dear! this was requested awhile ago so i’m sorry for the long wait! happy reading and take care everyone! -admin
You’ve been dating Jackson for over a year now and you still haven’t met the members of GOT7. With them having a constant busy schedule, you always wondered when you were going to meet them. And Jackson always told you that he would take you to see his members but that never happened. You understood their busy schedule and you were fine with meeting the members anytime. As long as it doesn’t create a conflict with their schedules.
You were lounging around at home, with your pjs, sat on the couch. With a bag of chips laid on your lap and the TV on, you decided to have a lazy day and just relax. You did deserve a day without having to do any work, since you’ve worked so hard during the weekdays. Until, your phone rang loudly, interrupting your time to yourself.
“Hello?” You answered the phone, lowering the volume on the TV.
“Hey, babe. I’m bored.” Jackson replied through the phone.
“Is that why you called me?” You laughed at your boyfriend’s blunt comment. Usually, Jackson would call you to have long talks because he missed your voice. Other times, he would just rant about his days and complain how tiring his schedule was. But, today was a different day.
“Yes, can you come over to dorm?” Jackson asked through the phone. You could already picture his pouty face he would make when he wanted something. And of course, you would say yes.
“Sure, I’ll be there soon.” You stated as you hung up the phone and hopping off the couch. Changing to a rather decent clothing to go outside, you jumped onto a bus and made your way to dorm. After thirty minutes on the bus, you finally arrived at the street as you walked down the alleyway and stopped right in front of a grey building. You saw Jackson leaning on the side on the building waiting for you to arrive.
“Jackson.” You yelled, waving at him to get his attention. As soon as he saw your smiling face, he ran over to you to give you a hug.
“I missed you so much.” He said, breaking away from the hug.
“It’s only been a week, Jackson.” You smiled, punching him in the chest. “It’s not like you went on tour to actually miss me that badly.”
“Is it a crime to miss my girlfriend? Even though I saw her last week? Should I just give her space for a week?” Jackson questioned as he widened his eyes. You could see the playfulness starting to form from his joking matter.
“No, you idiot.” You laughed at him. “I missed you too, no worries.”
Jackson’s high pitched laugh rang throughout the area as you both continued to joke around and entered the building. Taking the elevator up to dorm, he took you into his dorm to find it empty, without the members.
“Where’s the rest?” You asked as you entered the living room.
“They’re out buying some food. They just left so we have some time for ourselves.” Jackson stated as he plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV. You let out a sigh as you sat down right next to Jackson, your head resting on his shoulder. For a moment, you two sat there in silence, watching TV. If Jackson was bored, why didn’t he just turn on the TV and watch something like you both were doing right now. But knowing your boyfriend, he wanted someone by his side to keep him company. And you were happy to keep him company for the time being.
Suddenly, Jackson nudged your head off in order for him to stand off and take off his sweater, revealing the black tank top he always wore underneath. You shook your head in disbelief, knowing classic Jackson took off his sweater whenever he wanted to show off his muscles. Or that was what most people assumed.
“What? I’m hot.” He said, throwing his sweater aside and sitting back down next to you.
You smiled at him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, “I know you’re hot. I’m a pretty lucky girl to score a guy like you.”
Jackson cutely smiled at you and then turned his attention to the TV. His hand rested on your thigh as his thumb started to draw circles, patterns that soothed you. You turned your head to look at him as his hands went further up, knowing full well what he wanted. But he kept his face straight when his hands rested dangerously close to your heat.
“Jackson, we can’t do this here.” You warned him, biting your lips. But you knew he wouldn’t listen to you. Jackson turned his head to look at you and leaned down so that his lips were close to yours.
“Shh,” He whispered, “No one will catch us.”
And with that, Jackson closed the gap between your face as you two started to kiss deeply. Jackson pushed you down on the couch, making you gasp as he took this opportunity to stick his tongue in your mouth. You two were sharing a hot kiss, his lips moving in sync with yours. Jackson’s hands played with the hem of your shirt as he lifted it up slightly, exposing your stomach.
“Yah! Kids! Get off the couch.” You heard a voice yell. Jackson immediately let go of you as you propped yourself up, turning your head to meet the best leader, or that was what Jackson called him.
“You’re home!” Jackson beamed at Jaebum as he stood up from the couch to give him a hug. But as a chic leader, Jaebum rejected his hug and looked at your beet red face.
“Is this what you do with your girlfriend and we’re not home?” Jaebum raised his eyebrows as he walked towards you. You stood up from the couch awkwardly, fixing your shirt, as you bowed in greeting.
“We watch TV there, Jackson.” Jinyoung said as he came into the scene. “Now, I know why that couch smells funny. It’s because of you two.”
“Ewww!” Yugyeom yelled as he slapped Jackson on the chest. You watched as all of the members piled in the living room, staring at you and your flushed cheeks. This was not how you wanted to greet the members and it was embarrassing that the leader caught you two making out on the couch.
“Uh,” Jackson spoke up, scratching the back of his head, “This is my girlfriend, (Y/N).”
“Yeah, we figured.” Bambam said as he approached you, with his hand out. You took his hand, shaking it slightly as laughter filled the room. Although the atmosphere was awkward, the members one by one formally introduced themselves to you, forgetting the scene that happened earlier. And in return, you gave them a proper introduction of yourself.
“Now that is all settled, how about we eat?” Mark spoke up as he pointed towards the food in the kitchen.
“And maybe next time hyung,” Youngjae said as he slapped Jackson on the back, “Tell us when you’re bringing your girlfriend over so we don’t have to encounter that again.”
“He will, don’t worry.” You confirmed that statement, knowing full well you didn’t want to go through that embarrassment again. The members were nice enough to brush it off the whole night as you spent time with them, chatting and getting to know one another. Of course, the occasional teasing came up but you were happy to finally meet the members after a year of dating Jackson.
Anonymous said: BTS mafia reaction to their future s/o being a spy?
Here you go my dear (: Enjoy!
Jin: You kept all his secrets and helped him hide his identity so he trusted you when he found out you were a spy.
“I love you to death, but if you say anything to your boss, I will have to kill you.”
Yoongi: He felt slightly betrayed when you told him but he began to trust you more and more as time went on.
“I just wish you would’ve told me from the start.”
Hobi: He would be mad at first that you didn’t tell him immediately because he didn’t want any secrets between you two. But you proved that you wouldn’t betray him and that all his secrets were still safe.
“I want to trust you..I really do. You just have to let me know that you won’t turn your back on me.”
Namjoon: He avoided you for a few days because he was scared and couldn’t trust you, but you two had a LONG talk but he still has the fear of betrayal in the back of his head.
“I’m not going to risk loosing this group and my fortune. But I do trust you and I’m not going to leave you.”
Jimin: He wasn’t really worried about the news because he trusted you. He actually liked the idea of the state of your relationship and often teased you about it.
“Arrest me if you dare.”
Taehyung: He didn’t freak out like you thought he would. He wasn’t worried about it, as long as it wouldn’t put a heavy wight of problems on your relationship.
“At the end of the day you’re still my baby, not matter what your job is. I completely trust you.”
Jungkook: When you two began dating you two told each other all your secrets and you two managed to work through the sticky situations. You two love each other and you didn’t want it getting in the way of your relationship.
“As long as you tell me your cases for the week I’ll be able to plan a date night.”
HELLO YES. *Casually slides over.* So, about those lovely HCs. What about Daddiolus taking care of his sick S/O? 💕 Because, reasons.
*casually slides next to you* But of course, my dear friend~ also im sorry for the wait
Gladio and sick S/O
• Good lord, be prepared to be doted on 24/7. He wants you to get better as soon as possible, so Gladio is going to be at your beck and call till it gets annoying- and even then he’ll still be vigilant and prepared to get you what you need.
• He’ll make sure to place cold wet towels on your forehead and make your favorite drink or hot chocolate. Everytime you get sick, threaten to call Ignis, because the only warm foods your boyfriend will serve you is Cup Noodles.
“Cup Noodle isn’t going to make me get better, Gladdy.”, “But it’s warm soup-”, “it’s excess sodium and carbs.”
• The one thing he’s got on lock are the meds. Having severe allergies himself, he’s tried just about every type of medicine and knows which ones work best, so he’s got you covered on that.
• On the rare occasions he lets you get out of bed, you’ll be wearing one of his hoodies or long sleeved shirts. He doesn’t want you getting cold, so he’ll even toss a pair of fuzzy socks into the dryer so you can wear them when they’re nice and warm.
• On said occasions where you’re not confined to your bed, piggy back rides. That’s the only way he’s letting you get around the house.
He doesn’t want you using too much energy.
If you’re cold, he’ll wrap you in blankets like a burrito and carry you bridal style, saying it’s the most hilarious thing he’s ever seen. You’ll call him a jerk and he’ll saying “I love you too, babe.”
• Doesn’t matter if you’re sick, he’ll kiss you. You’ll scold him, saying he’ll get sick too, but he just shrugs and goes for your lips regardless. (He tends to pull a Gavin Free and just makes his body “not” get sick when he’s feeling it, how does that even work??)Gladdy needs love, he’ll insist.
• Gladio will join you for cool baths, because although he knows your overheating body needs to cool down, he hates seeing you shivering and hugging your knees. He’ll dry you off, hands ghosting over his favorite parts of your body, and help you get back into comfortable clothes.
• Bedtime is tricky because Gladio will want cuddles- Gladdy needs cuddles, but he’s already a living furnace which you could honestly do without right now. So he’ll either spoon you like normal but without the bedsheets or you’ll sleep facing one another and he’ll be holding your hand/ have an arm draped over your waist.
• The moment he knows you’ve healed from whatever you caught, he’s on you and then you’ll be needing rest for a whole different reason.
You're taking requests??? YES!!! How would the crew react if Ryder surprised each of the with a Christmas gift they've been working on secretly for a while, just for them? Like a home-made scarf, or a weapon they upgraded, etc?
I live to serve! Hope this was ok! :)
Here you go my dears!
The small potted Christmas Rose was found on her desk in the hydroponics lab. It took her a moment register. She inched her way over and she touched the large unfurled red flowers in the tiny bush. Next to the potted plant was a small hand written note.
“Not quite the roses you were after but I hope it will do. Merry Christmas. - Sara.”
A smile broke her lips and she placed the flower in the middle of the room. She kept it well watered and cherished the flower.
He was tinkering away with his dual omni-blades when Sara appeared, holding something behind her back. Liam raised a brow.
“Happy Christmas!” She yelled, pulling a home made scarf from behind her back.
A badly knitted home made scarf with what looked like a terrible attempt at a love heart on the end of it.
“Wow, you.. Really shouldn’t have!”
Liam embraced her, kissing her on the top of the head and immediately wrapped the scarf around his neck. It was itchy as hell, but God be damned if we wasn’t going to show off his gift. Especially to Jaal.
She had heard a little about the earth holiday and was determined to be the first person to give out gifts on the tempest. Sara beat her to of however. A remnant sharp that was put onto a long cord necklace. “No one in the universe has one of these.” Sara smiled as she presented the gift to her. Peebee should have been mad at her for beating her to the gifts but instead the settled for tackling her in a one of a kind Pelasaria B'Sayl hug.
She was used to giving. Never receiving from anyone. So when the new modded visor was placed in front of her with a crude red bow, Sara smiling, waiting in anticipation for her reaction, she couldn’t help but pull the squishy human in for a hug that nearly broke Sara’s sternum. Sara didn’t mind though. Seeing Vetra this happy was worth bruising for.
He was well over 1,000 years old. Been through wars great and small, watched friends and family die, killed and maimed. But here was this blood sack, holding out a newly modded krogan shotgun, smiling ear to ear at him, “Happy Christmas Drack!” and Vaul’s quads he though he felt one of his remaining intact hearts warm. Just a little. Only a little. Barely. Tiny little bit.
And he wasn’t smiling, did not at all get in the least bit tears eyed, because Krogan don’t cry, and he did not nearly crush her in a Krogan hug. Because Krogan don’t hug. Much.
A tin box of Sumatran tea had made its way to her desk. She didn’t know how it was possible another box even existed in Andromeda. But she could take a wild guess at who gave it. Mainly due to her peaking from the armoury door over at her. Suvi smiled at the note “One more box couldn’t hurt right? Merry Christmas. - Sara”
Suvi hugged the box to her chest and smiled over at Ryder, who blushed and disappeared back into the armoury.
“It’s an Earth thing.” Sara had said as she held the small snow globe in her hands. A small, seemingly being like structure made of plastic circular snow balls with an orange nose and dotted eyes and mouth and buttons down his person, standing in the centre of the globe. At the base read “Merry Christmas From Nevada!” Fake snow fluttered about the ‘snowman’ when she shook it.
“Didn’t know what to get you so I thought this would be cool. My dad got it for me when I was small. I was sad because it was our first Christmas away from home and on Earth so he went into some cheap Nick Nack store and got it because he thought it was funny since it doesn’t snow in Nevada…” She babbled. Jaal took the gift from her hands, turning over a few times, observing it. “An heirloom from your family? I am honoured.” He smiled. Sara snorted a laugh. “Something like that. Glad you like it.”
“What’s a “Ne-vaa-da”?“
She had finally pieces together the SR-1 model and placed it in a box with a bow. She knew he liked the ship models she collected and had heard that he was quite fond of the Turian-Human ship collaborations. Leaving it on his pilot seat she waited for him to find it. However, Salarians can be a little… Muddled sometimes. The pilot didn’t even glance down at the gift on his seat, too busy with his omni-tool, and instead sat in the model ship. "AHH! WHAT THE-!?” He yelled jumping back up from his seat. Ryder was at a loss. “Uh, Merry Christmas?” She laughed. “RYDER!”
A printed Ai shirt with “Poker Face” written on the front was hanging on his console in the drive core room, along with tinsel, which he had no clue were Ryder could have gotten it from, draped all over said console and a heap of mistletoe around his work space. Anyone else would have been annoyed but Gil could only laugh, mauve ring his way around the room that looked like a Christmas elf threw up in.
Gil wore the shirt all the time. The bragging seemed to get even worse on his side but he may have let Sara win a round or two after her thoughtful gift.
Sara really was at a loss for what to get her. Lexi seemed to only like fussing over the crew and being an all round mother hen. The only thing she new she really liked was Drack. And this sparked an idea in Ryder.
Every time she took Drack out with her she would snap pictures of him in action with her visor. Having them printed out and shoved in an envelope she placed them on her desk, then waited out at the comms area. When a rather flushed Lexi came out, Ryder laughed shooting finger guns her direction “Merry Christmas Lexi!” “RYDER!”
Although Lexi… Appreciated the thought deep down, Ryder was still getting a proper giving out to later.