hey look it moves!

Princeling of my heart…

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Or, I wanted to draw a “quick lil warmup sketch” to get back in the drawing groove after Katsucon before working on Inferno again, and well yeah, that didn’t work out… SOBS I LOVE PHICHIT TOO MUCH I LOVE HIM SOBS

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, EDIT, OR OTHERWISE USE MY ART WITHOUT MY EXPLICIT PERMISSION. More detailed rules available on my Rules & FAQ Post.

It Wasn’t a Mistake

Pairing: Mitch Rapp x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 5487

Warnings: sin, fluff, angst?, blood

Author’s Note: I decided to write this to celebrate the trailer of American Assassin coming out and it was a fucking amazing trailer. Dyl looked so good. oml. I want to thank like all my friends for encouraging me that this is good! I wanna thank @dumbass-stilinski for looking it over, helping me with some parts, and just being amazing all around. You da best babe. I hope you guys enjoy!!

Originally posted by stydiaislove

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anonymous asked:

Holy shit I love your analysis' of Jimin and Namjoon!! Would you mind doing one for Jungkook as well? I know a lot of people were confused as to why Namjoon put him in Ravenclaw over Gryffindor/Slytherin.

Hello~

It’s really weird for me that you guys actually care about and value my opinions  on this whole business so thank you so much for giving my ramblings the time of day omg

for those who are wondering about my thoughts on gryffindor!namjoon and slytherin!jimin here’s the links to those:

Namjoon as a Gryffindor || Jimin as a Slytherin


So like, I really. really. really. love the idea of Ravenclaw Jeon. (But listen… I used to be a hardcore Slytherin!Jeon person okay, so I understand your feels on this. I do.) 

 here goes nothing

Ravenclaw Jungkook confused a lot of people. And I really get it because Ravenclaw was so fucking shafted in the books. 

We had so many Gryffindors and Slytherins to relate to, and we had a fair share of badass Hufflepuffs (TONKS) to base our opinions off of. But there were only a few Ravenclaws that were given the time of day in the books, and only one of those was a major character. We had Luna, Trelawney, Lockehart, and Cho. Cho’s amazing character was wasted by JK – she was written with the personality of a dish rag and didn’t really get the spotlight she deserved. Trelawney was presented as a crazy old lady who sometimes ?? served a purpose. Lockehart was an idiot. All we really had was Luna.

But it wasn’t just the characters. Ravenclaw has a really weird reputation. Before I wrote this, I asked a bunch of my casual and hardcore HP fan friends to tell me the characteristics they associated with each house. And I got pretty much what I expected:

  • Gryffindor: Leaders, brave, courageous, brash, strong
  • Slytherin: Cunning, resourceful, calculating, perfectionists
  • Hufflepuff: Loyal, kind, hard-working, determination, cheerful
  • Ravenclaw: Smart…?? they are… smart people?? They do things…….smartly……

Like for real. Whenever I asked people what traits they associated with Ravenclaw, all anyone was ever able to tell me was that Ravenclaws were supposedly smart. And that’s got a lot to do with the fact that when the sorting hat sings off about all the houses, it lists all these great traits for the other houses, but when it comes to Ravenclaw it says this:

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you’ve a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind.

And then the books go on to say that Ravenclaws are,

characterised by their wit, intelligence, and wisdom.

So maybe you’re like me, and I am REALLY guilty of this, but when I first read this in the books I kinda just thought these all meant the same thing. So maybe that’s where we got this idea that all Ravenclaws are good for are being smart.

But it wasn’t until I looked up the actual definition of each word that I realized these were all saying really different things:

Intelligence - the ability to acquire and apply knowledge and skills.
Wit - a natural aptitude for using words and ideas in a quick and inventive way to create humor.
Wisdom - the quality of having experience, knowledge, and good judgment; the quality of being wise.

^^^^this is just webster dictionary definitions here. The bolded words are the ones I want to focus on.

Skill. See – Ravenclaws are supposedly smart. But this doesn’t always have to mean BOOKSMART, and I think that’s where we had a lot of trouble with Jeon. No one is saying he is dumb or anything, but he’s no Namjoon.

Notable examples of this trait include Lockehart, who was pretty shitty at a lot of things, but had the street smarts enough to pass off his big whole scam for years and years, and was especially gifted in certain charms.

Then there’s Luna, who while shown to be really good at solving riddles, was also portrayed as really physically skilled. In Dumbledore’s Army, while being taught how to conjure a Patronus by Harry, Luna was the first to get it right. She was fourteen at the time, and was such a skilled witch that she was able to perform an incredibly difficult charm - that even adults had trouble with - after like…….mere minutes of teaching.

Does this sound like someone you know?? I’ll give you an example: Observe this VERY determined Hufflepuff not give up on his dreams and finally have all his hard work pay off… only for someone to come in and get it right almost instantly.

Or maybe… “Hey guys, this dance move you made up looks pretty cool – mind if I watch you do it like once and a half and then nail it instantly?”

And if you’re ever in doubt about just how skilled Jungkook is… remember that he turned down seven other agencies to join BigHit. That’s how many people were after him and recognized his talent. (This also ties in to my thoughts on the part about good judgement – Jungkook obviously saw a lot of potential in Namjoon and BigHit in general, so much so that he turned down tons of other companies to be there. He saw something a lot of other people did not… and it ended up being the best decision he ever made.)

But I think another really telling aspect of Jungkook’s Ravenclaw personality is that he isn’t always perfect at everything. He’s not always good at something right away – but that won’t stop him working really hard to get good

In Rookie King he was shown to be at the most pretty average at bowling. He wasn’t terrible, but he was about as good as you and I would be after playing a few rounds with a little luck. Well, Golden Maknae Jungkook could not stand to not be the best at something, so he mentions sometime later (13:10) that he’s hired a coach to teach him how to bowl…. and then just a few months later uploads a video of himself getting a strike like it’s no god damn big deal at all. And he looks pretty proud of himself too.

But all the major Ravenclaws were also shown time and time and time again as being a little…. scatterbrained. Luna, Lockehart, and Trelawney especially, and to an extent even Cho. And Jungkook is no exception. He’s… pretty gullible. And DEFINITELY scatterbrained.

But wit, intelligence, and wisdom are not the only three traits associated with Ravenclaw. There are a lot of other traits you may not really know about, because again – Ravenclaws were woefully under-represented in the series. There’s quite a few others listed for this house:

  • Creative
  • Individuality
  • Eccentric
  • Quirky
  • Jealousy/Envy
  • Competitive

So imma just go down the list because I’m really tired and I can’t made good word things rn

Creative

it’s no secret that Jungkook is a pretty talented artist. He’s a pretty damn good photographer too. (This will always be one of my favorite photos ever of Jimin – and Jungkook took it.) And he’s a talented lyricist as well. He’s an extremely good dancer and has a beautiful voice too – but you guys know this already.

Individuality

Take a look at how he expresses his individuality through his song covers.

Eccentric & Quirky

You guys thought the fact that Lockehart, Trelawney, and even heckin Luna were all in the same house was a coincidence? Ravenclaws are NOTORIOUS for being Extra™ . I’m not kidding! This is literally a personality trait of Ravenclaws that we overlook so often from these weirdos. And Jeon fuckin Jungkook invented the word eccentric:


you’d be here forever if i kept going so… you get the point. eccentric is jungkook’s middle name.

Jealousy/Envy

Jeonlous exists in this god forsaken fandom, and I ain’t gonna link it and open THAT can of worms, but if you’re feeling so inclined and care to enter the seventh circle of hell, feel free to look it up… but tread carefully.

Competitive

When I got the first ask about Ravenclaw Kook I had woken up at 3am and sleepily looked at my emails. I saw the ask and immediately had to jot down my ideas to keep for the next day, and all I managed to write in my sleep stupor was this

and then i promptly fell back asleep.

I was referring to this, and if you don’t feel bad for poor Jin in this situation I don’t know what to tell you. Jungkook is intensely competitive, even over small things like board games. He was so intent on winning that game that he literally assaulted someone five years his senior to sabotage them.

And then this is him trying to win a dance-off… doing the most, as usual.

And also?? He was literally banned from the gym because he was getting too buff. And look at him take out that guy in wrestling… and then demolish poor Jimin, the smallest member of BTS in arm wrestling when he could have… you know… let him win or something……

It’s a pretty well known meme within the fandom that Jungkook is competitive and always trying to outdo the others.



But when it comes down to it, Ravenclaws are still known for being smart, right? We can take all these other traits and apply them to Jeon but what about his brain?

He’s actually kinda smart. He is able to cover a song in perfect English even though he doesn’t speak the language all that well (but well enough to constantly correct others’ English and he’s good enough to tell you he’s really not all that interested in participating in English Time anyways)

And I mean…. he can outsmart the other members pretty well…………..


But I think one of the most important things to note about Jungkook being in Ravenclaw is to look at who sorted him, Namjoon: Namjoon himself gave Jungkook the nickname “Golden Maknae”. He is constantly saying that Jungkook can do anything, or watch this Jungkook can do this, or wow look at him go, or he’s so talented this and that. Is it really any surprise that Namjoon would put Jungkook in to a house known for being highly skilled when he believes no less of the kid?

Jungkook has some pretty Slytherin-like qualities – but tons of canon HP characters and the BTS members themselves have traits that are shared by all four houses. It’s just a matter of where he fits best.

I mean TL;DR, Jeon says it best himself:

gif credit: bwiskook

Heart Race [George Weasley x Reader]

A/N: I’ve literally posted this like six times because I can’t figure out how to italicize on mobile because the mobile version is trash lmao  I’m so mad rn ugggh. I tried that stupid but I didn’t work but it works when I test it out and ugghhh I hate this app

Word Count: 3,340

Warnings: mild language like twice. Not proof read. Possible ooc characters. 

Summary: (Name) met George in her third year after being pushed down. After another year, what will happen when George has to find a way to keep his feelings for her in check?

Masterlist



To say she was shy would be an understatement.

She had a quiet voice, but a loud mind. That loud mind of hers was full of brilliant facts and opinions, but the quiet voice that she had held everything back.

And to say that it bothered George would be an understatement as well.

No, George was almost offended that she refused to speak your mind. He couldn’t really understand why (Name) felt the need to hide all of her wonderful thoughts, but that didn’t mean he didn’t respect it.

George and his twin met (Name) when she came to Hogwarts at the age of eleven. At the time they were second years who in all honesty didn’t care much for her.

It’s not like they disliked her, they just didn’t know her well enough to care.

However, that all changed when they witnessed her being pushed down in her third year by some fourth year jerks.




She was walking by the windows, admiring the snow falling outside. She looked so dazed and intrigued with the winter scenery that she didn’t even realize she had bumped into rude some Ravenclaws. The duo of twins happened to be walking by at this time, only stopped to watch a prank they planned out unfold.

Time seemed to stop for her when she was told to ‘watch where she was going’ followed by two hands forcefully shoving her to the ground, causing her to drop two books and shatter the small potted plant she was holding.

(Name) looked as if she was about to burst into tears at that very moment, pitifully trying to sweep over the shards of pottery that used to make up an elegant plant pot.

The Weasley twins were very easygoing. That much was obvious. But they were also kindhearted, and they sure weren’t going stand by and let some innocent girl get pushed down right in front of them.

The two agreed that George would comfort the girl and Fred would ‘take care of’ the Ravenclaws.

George bent down after watching his brother run after the students to (Name’s) level. He put on a sweet smile and offered to help her.

“Hello there. Are you okay?” He questioned as he picked up a piece of coral colored pottery. The girl shook her head and sniffled. “M-My… Uh, my plant… It’s ruined…” She frowned at the small branches that had begun to sprout which had broke off the trunk of the growing plant. A few flower buds in the midst had fallen off and been stomped on as well. George smiled sympathetically. “I’m sure we can get you a new one!”

(Name) shook her head again. “Th-They don’t grow here… My mum sent it to me… The buds were supposed to, um, let you visualize your happiest memories when consumed…” He could tell that she was trying her hardest not to start sobbing at that very moment. Her lip was quivering and her voice was cracking.

“Oh… I’m terribly sorry… Those guys were a bunch of dirtbags anyways,” George chuckled, holding up a handful of soil for comedic effect. (Name’s) eyes widened a bit and she looked at him, almost surprised.

“They just need to leaf if they’re going to act that bitter.” He smiled and held up a tiny green leaf that had fallen off of a branch.

(Name) started to smile the tiniest bit, her forming tears drying up.

“They must have some pretty nasty roots if they act like that!” He cracked another pun, gesturing to the plant’s root. His smile widened when he noticed (Name) was starting to giggle lightly.

He held out his hand for a handshake despite it being covered in dirt.

“I’m George, by the way. George Weasley.”

She looked at it for a while, hesitating. Finally, she shook it, her hand as equally dirty. She offered him the smallest of smiles. “(Name). (Name) (Last Name)… W-Was, uh… Was that your brother, George?” The ginger nodded eagerly, as if showing off his older twin.

“Yeah. His name is Fred, but trust me, I’m the cooler one.” (Name) laughed at this, causing George to grin brightly and offer her a hand up.

“Let’s go!” (Name) looked at him, confusion evident in her expression.

“Wh-What..?”

“I’ve been saving a stash of sweets my mum sent me over the years. I think now is a good time to crack it open, yeah?” George smiled, watching her face light up.

“Y-Yes, please..!”

“Come on, then!”




George smiled at the small memory. She hadn’t changed a bit. She was still timid, still sensitive, and still somewhat of an emotional crybaby.

Not that it was a bad thing, though. In fact, George found it quite… Well, for a lack of better words, cute.

And with this thought, the younger Weasley twin recalled the very moment he started falling for (Name).

It was no surprise that he found himself blushing and becoming nothing more than a flustered mess around her. She was kind, selfless, and cared for almost anyone no matter how rude they were to her.

He remembered the day Malfoy made something of a harsh insult to her and she smiled sadly and just said, “I’m sorry you feel that way”.




It was a cold day in December. Snow fell and decorated the entire castle with glistening white flakes.

Fred, of course, had caught on to the little hint that George was infatuated with the shy fourth year. Him, being his brother, always teased him about it. Internally, he was happy his younger brother had found someone that he knew would be good to him.

The three were heading outside, snow clothes equipped.

All of the sudden, Fred excused himself saying that “he had something dreadfully important to take care of”. George had discreetly stomped in his brother’s foot, followed by a grunt of pain from Fred and a sarcastic smile from George. (Name) had no idea or even acknowledged what was going on as she had been gazing at the snowflakes fall to the ground with a dreamy smile.

As Fred snuck away with a mischievous chuckle, George stared longingly at (Name) with the same dazed look in his eyes.

There she was, nose and cheeks red and eyes sparkling with interest. Her soft exhaling crated puffs of air in the wind. She looked as if she was in an entirely different world than anyone else.

Soft crystals landed in her hair and eyelashes, them it shimmer. Her lips were curled up only in the slightest.

(Name) turned her head, staring at him with red cheeks. He couldn’t tell if it was from the cold or from embarrassment. “Ah… Sorry, I was being weird…” Her voice, like always, was soft. It sounded as if it could break like glass at any moment.

“You weren’t being weird!” George sputtered out. He looked down, knowing that must’ve come out way too fast for his own liking. “I mean, uh… What I meant is that you’re not weird. You were just admiring the scenery!” He kept out the part that he was also 'admiring the scenery’, but it wasn’t the snow

.



The two walked side by side out to a clearing. The snow was about three inches, barely above their ankles. It crunched under their feet, creating a satisfying sound.

“H-Hey… Where did Fred go?” (Name) looked around, hair moving with her head. She just realized he was gone? “He had to… Uh, finish homework…”

Wow. That’s the best he could do?

However, (Name) didn’t protest his reasoning. “Oh… Well that’s good, that, um.. He’s getting his work done, that is…” she said meekly. The strong wind made her quiet voice sound almost silent.

“Are you disappointed he isn’t here?” George asked sheepishly.

(Name) shook her head slowly. “Um, no… N-Not that Fred is bad, though..! B-But I do enjoy spending time with just you, George…” she mumbled with a small smile on her face. George felt his heart pound.

Bu-dump!

How was he supposed to respond to that? She probably meant it platonically, anyways…

Bu-dump!

She sighed, looking at the sky.

Bu-dump!

“It’s so pretty… Each snowflake is made differently from the other…” she said airily. George just happened to take notice of how bright and innocent her eyes were, how soft her skin looked, how her smooth lips were almost begging to be touched.

Bu-dump! Bu-dump! Bu-dump!

He cringed, feeling his heartbeat quicken.

Bu-dump! Bu-dump! Bu-dump!

She looked at him with a sweet smile, light pink colored lipgloss shining. “George, are you happy?”

Bu-dump! Bu-dump! Bu-dump!

Happy? He was ecstatic. How could he not be? She was here with him. She was here with him alone, a smile only he got to see. A voice only he got to hear for the time being. Eyes that were purely focused on him and him alone.

Bu-dump! Bu-dump! Bu-dump!

“Of course…” He felt himself getting shy and flustered. But boy, was it hard when she looked at him with such a face. All he wanted to do was pull her close to his body and press a chaste kiss to her forehead, her body much smaller than his towering form. He wanted her to wrap her dainty arms around him, snuggling into his chest.

Bu-dump! Bu-dump! Bu-dump!

“(Name)… I just…” he started. She looked at him with curious eyes. “Yes, George..?”

“I just have to tell you… I—”

Bam!

He felt a stinging burn on the back of his head. It dripped down into his coat, making his shoulders tense up and his toes curl.

“Ronald! What did you do?!” Hermione scolded. Ron chuckled, tossing a snowball up and down.

George turned around to see his younger sibling, being smacked by Hermione.

He would have to remind himself to beat Ron up later.




Oh, how he regret that day. He should’ve told her everything he felt, despite being hit with a snowball.

From that day, his feelings only continued to grow. He was basically suffering.

And Fred noticed this. He felt bad for his brother, but he didn’t exactly know how to help him.

The two brothers were currently in a courtyard, George pacing a bit and Fred standing against a brick pillar.

And (Name)… Well, she was probably off doing something with plants or books. Either that or napping.

“And did you see the way she looked at Neville? Neville! Neville Longbottom!” George fumed. Fred laughed and crossed his arms. “I think your overreacting. Those two have been friends since the moment they stepped foot onto the Platform.”

George sighed, feeling bad for getting partially mad at Neville, someone who had nothing to do with his deathly brilliant love for (Name).

“Listen, Georgie,” Fred started. “Just ask (Name) out, yeah?” He walked over to him and slung an arm over his brother’s shoulders.

“You’ve been friends for what..? A year and a half or so…?” Fred smiled sincerely. George lowered his head and nodded. “Man up, then! If not, she’ll be snagged away by some other tosser.” Fred twirled his finger before shooting a finger at (Name), whom they had been looking for, shying away from a fifth year Slytherin. She didn’t seem interested, much to George’s joy, but the guy didn’t seem to want to back up.

George stopped halfway through trying to get to (Name) before Fred had placed a hand on his shoulder, as if saying 'Let me handle this’.

“Oi, Robinson! I’m a beater for a reason, yeah?” Fred’s unexpected shouting startled (Name), obvious from the jump she performed and her widened eyes.

Andrew Robinson looked scared almost, starting to back away before breaking out in a full sprint with Fred hot on his tail.

(Name) watched as the two boys ran down the hall, one screaming for the other to 'piss off’ and the other laughing. She sighed, looking around until her eyes landed on George who was looking right back at her.

“Oh, hello Georgie… I should’ve figured if Fred was here you would be here too…” He nodded once in reply.

“Was that guy bothering you? What’s his name…? Andre Robbins?”

“Andrew Robinson… We were partners in Potions once, and since then he hasn’t really left me alone… But I don’t know how to tell him to stop,” she muttered, clutching the end of her robe’s sleeve.

“Well in that case, we’ll just have to stay together! Fred and I will scare him off!” (Name’s) face lit up. She hesitated before wrapping her arms gingerly around George. He recoiled in shock, causing (Name) to immediately step back. “I-I’m sorry…! That was a stupid thing to do..!” Her entire face was red and she was waving her hands wildly. George looked at her, and frankly she looked like a nervous mess. He smiled softly at her and gently hugged her, ceasing her rapid movements.

Bu-dump!

He tried not to think about how warm she was, despite the cold weather.

Bu-dump!

He tried not to think about how the faint scent of peppermint and coffee rested on her.

Bu-dump!

He tried not to think about the feeling of her snuggling comfortably into his chest.

Bu-dump!

He tried not to think about how perfectly their bodies fit together like a puzzle piece.

Bu-dump!

He prayed that she couldn’t hear his heart beating wildly.

She could, but it drew a sweet smile to her face.

She tried not to think about his large hands caressing her back in soothing motions.

Bu-dump!

She tried not to think about how incredibly right it felt to be pressed against him, as if this was the thing she had been missing her entire life.

Bu-dump!

His head was lowered, savoring the feeling he’s been longing for for what seemed like forever.

“Go out on a date with me…” George mumbled, arms tightening slightly around her. She doesn’t move. Her voice was muffled, but still distinguishable. “What?”

“Will you go on a date with me..?” His voice was soft and mellow. She pulled back from him, cheeks rosy and a smile on her face. “Okay, George… I would love to…” Her voice was shaky and sincere.




Admittedly, (Name) had never been on a date before. She had 'experimented’ with some guys, but nothing ever got serious because she wasn’t comfortable.

She was beyond comfortable with George, but that only made her more nervous.

'You can’t screw this up, (Name)…’ She thought.

Looking in the mirror, she exhaled and smoothed out her navy blue skirt.

She wore a blue skater skirt that stopped at her mid thigh, along with black leggings underneath and black boots that came up an inch or two under her knee. A gray sweater and a white collared shirt underneath wasn’t too tight, nor was it too baggy. She didn’t do much to her hair, leaving it down and brushed.

Her makeup was natural, only having foundation, eyeliner, and her signature pink lipgloss.

… Was this too much..? Surely not… Well, at least she hoped not.

It was around seven o'clock when she left for the spot George told her to meet him at. It was right beside the courtyard. When she left, George was already there waiting for her. She eyes his outfit, internally relieved since he was as dressed up as she was.

“Oh, hey!” He smiled and walked towards her. His eyes gleamed in the moonlight and widened. “You look… Uh…” She panicked, lowering her head.

“I-I’m sorry..! The truth is I’ve never, um, never been on a date before.. I-I didn’t know how to dress and—!” He stopped her rambling.

“You look amazing, (Name),” he breathed. She calmed down, mildly embarrassed that she had freaked out. “Don’t be so tense, yeah?” He smiled and rubbed her arm reassuringly. “It’s just me.”

'Just me.’

Yeah, 'just him’. The 'just him’ that had made her stomach turn, cheeks brighten, and heart pound for months now.

She took a deep breath, nodding. “Thank you…”

“Of course.. Now…” He dug around in his pocket for a bit before pulling out a white ribbon. “I’m going to need you to close your eyes for a bit.”

She looked at him with a weird expression. It’s not like she didn’t trust him, but she was just curious as to what he was doing.

“I won’t try anything sketchy,” he laughed. She nodded slowly and complied, letting him tie the silk ribbon around her eyes.




She didn’t know where she was going, having George maneuver her around. All she felt was the wind against her and George’s warmth, as he had instructed her to hold onto him.

The wind stopped along with her. She was nudged onto some solid platform.

“Okay, I’m going to take the blindfold off now.” He did so, the ribbon falling on the ground below her.

Her breath hitched in her throat, taking in the scenery around her.

She was in what had to be the tallest tree in the forest, a flat branch that had evidently been carved to be shaped like an everyday housing hardwood floor. It was like an 8x8 wooden platform. She noticed that there were a few glass bottles of pumpkin juice and a wadded up blanket, indicating someone was up here.

But that wasn’t even the cool part.

In front of her was a dark blue sky, shining stars dotting the sky. The moon illuminated the scene nicely, creating a dim white light.

George watched with interest as she absorbed the landscape.

They were feet up off the ground, but neither of them seemed to be scared of heights.

“George, is this stuff yours..?” She asked, pointing towards the objects on the platform. He nodded once. “Fred and I come up here sometime.” He grinned and sat down, resting his back against the trunk. She sat down next to him after he gestured her to a seat next to him. The blanket was draped over her.

“This was really sweet of you… I love stars…” She beamed. He nodded with a grin. “I noticed… You love natural scenery, don’t you? Like snow and trees…” (Name) nodded in response.

“I do… I spend a lot of time looking out the window…” He noticed that as well. She was always dazed looking at the window, no matter where she was.

The two were staring at each other with a smile, shoulders touching and a blush forming on their cheeks.

“I remember the day I met you, George…” she mumbled. “I couldn’t have been more grateful… No one seemed to care when I got pushed down, you being the first…”

The two found themselves leaning in, only an inch or two apart.

“Yeah..? I don’t know who wouldn’t take notice of you..”

“You’d be surprised…” Her eyes were half lidded when George placed a gentle hand on her cheek and pressed his lips on hers, barely touching.

“(Name)..” His voice was airy and his heart felt like it was about to explode.

Finally, his lips fully connected with hers, closing his eyes. She did the same, cheeks burning.

Everything was silent. (Name’s) heart was swollen, almost crying at how happy she felt at that exact moment.

Bu-dump!

His hands were cupped around her cheeks, pulling her closer.

They parted gingerly, gazing at each other with the same mutual look filled with nothing but passion.

He smiled and intertwined his fingers with hers, warmth spreading through this body.

His heart continued to beat rapidly, pressing his forehead to hers.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long now, (Name)… You have no idea…”

(Name) smiled softly, closing her eyes gently. “I’m so glad you helped me that day, Georgie… I’m so glad I met you…”

He pulled her in for another kiss, this one being shorter and less shaky.

Bu-dump! Bu-dump! Bu-dump!

The two stared into each others eyes, relishing in the fact that they would never let the other one go.

The Last Picture Show

Originally posted by riverrdxle

Request: Hi. Please give me a cute, ep 4 inspired Jughead x reader. Thank you!

Notes: So this turned out a lot longer than I expected whoops. The opening scene is mainly for background and setting, taken pretty much directly from the episode (adding in the reader of course haha). Anyways I hope to be writing more Jughead in the future so let me know what you guys think!


“The drive-in closing is just one more nail in the coffin that is Riverdale. No, forget Riverdale. The coffin of the American Dream. As the godfather of indie cinema Quentin Tarantino likes to say–”

“Please, god, no more Quentin Tarantino references,” Kevin interrupts Jughead, glancing over at you with an expression practically begging you to rein Jughead in from his rant.

“What? I’m pissed. And not just about losing my job. The Twilight Drive-in should mean something to us. People should be trying to save it!” Jughead exclaims, leaning back against the booth with a huff. Veronica leans across the table, grabbing Jug’s hand gently to try and calm him down.

“In this age of Netflix and VOD, do people really want to watch a movie in a car? I mean, who even goes there?” She asks, trying to get him to understand the reason for the tear-down.

“People who want to buy crack,” Kevin responds, and you shoot him a warning glare.

“And cinephiles. And car enthusiasts. Right, Y/N?” Jughead turns to you, hoping that you’ll be on his side.

“Yeah. It’s a piece of town history,” you add, before Jughead turns his attention to Betty on his other side.

“Bets?” he prompts, drawing her out of her thoughts.

“Totally,” she responds absentmindedly, which seems to be enough for Jughead.

“Anyway, it’s closing because the town owns it but didn’t invest in it. So when an anonymous buyer made Mayor McCoy an offer she couldn’t refuse–”

“Anonymous buyer?” Veronica cuts in. “What do they have to hide? No one cares.”

“I do!” Jughead exclaims, and you take one of his hands in yours, interlacing your fingers under the table in an effort to calm him down. You’d known since the start of your relationship that he wasn’t much into PDA so you refrained from it, except for the occasional hand holding and Jughead’s arm wrapped loosely on your shoulders when he felt like it.

Jughead smiles down at you when you take his hand, before addressing the rest of the group.

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Late Night Cuddles; Yuta

Request: “Hi! I was wondering if I could ask for a Yuta scenario? The scenario can be him and his S/O having random talks while having a late night cuddle please? Oh and random question, who’s your bias?? :P Tysm!!”

Word Count: 1460

Genre: Fluff (Like a lot of it)

Warnings: Cheesiness 

A/N - to answer your question my bias is the beautiful and talented Taeyong <3

Originally posted by suhyngho


Warmth. That was what you felt in the arms of the one you loved. The TV was playing, but you weren’t paying any attention to it, your attention was focused on Yuta’s arms that were wrapped around your waist, pulling you against his chest. You were partially lying on him trying to fit on the small two seat couch. Your head was pressed against his chest, moving up and down when he breathed in and out. You could hear the rhythm of his heart like the beat of a drum; music to your ears. There was a blanket thrown across the both of you, your legs tangled together under the covers.

sighing with content you wrapped your arms around his waist, mirroring what he was doing to you. You glanced up at him. His head was resting on the arm of the chair as he watched the TV. You stared at your boyfriend, the light of the TV reflecting in his eyes and his hair messily hanging just above them. This was normally what you did on a Saturday night when Yuta had finally finished practicing and had free time. You didn’t go out for a fancy dinner date, or a spontaneous walk in the park, but cuddled while watching TV. But you didn’t mind, you loved being in Yuta’s arms more than anything else in the world.

“Do you want to take a picture-”

“It will last longer?” You finished for him, already knowing what he was going to say. You’d got used to Yuta’s outbursts of sarcasm over the time you’d been dating, and had found your own ways of dealing with it.

He turned to look at you, his gaze moved away from the show you were watching and landed on your face. He laughed making your head vibrate against his chest, “Am I that predictable?”

“Just a little bit,” You smiled back at him, biting your lip to keep from laughing. Yuta removed one of his hands from your waist and messed up your hair, “Hey!”

He stopped his hands from moving, “You look funny”, he held the sides of your face, squishing your cheeks. Grabbing his hands, you pushed them off your face, lifting off from his chest you leaned close to his face before squishing his cheeks. You laughed at him, his lips were pouted and you couldn’t help but peck them in the middle of your giggles. Your hands loosened and fell from his face.

Yuta stared at you in adoration. It was the first time he’d realised he wanted to be with you forever, that he loved you more than anything or anyone else. A light smile crossed his features as he continued to stare. He cupped your cheeks again, but instead of squishing, which you thought he was going to do, he brought your lips up to his.

The feeling of his lips against yours made your cheeks heat up. You loved him so much, and in that moment you realised he loved you too. His thumbs rubbed circles on your cheeks as he slowly moved his lips against yours. The type of kiss was unlike Yuta as he usually likes the rough and quick kisses than the sweet and sensual type of kisses, but you weren’t complaining. You loved this side of Yuta.

What you thought was sensual kiss, however, after a couple more minutes turned into Yuta’s usual rough ones. His hands, that were holding your face, started to trail his hands down your body until they reached your hips where he grabbed them tightly. When you thought he was going to take it further, he stilled his lips against yours and pulled away slowly. 

You watched as he moved away, his eyes still closed, looking angelic, When he finally opened his eyes he looked into yours, a small smile playing on his lips, You couldn’t help but ask, “Why’d you stop?”

“As much as I’d want to do it, Y/N, I just want to cuddle.” He pulled you against his chest once again and wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you gently, your head resting under his chin.

“That was cute”, You teased him, and in reply he tightened his arms around you making you breathe in sharply.

He loosened his grip, and you moved so that you could look at his face. It was silent until he said, “You’re cute.”

“Why are you in such a cheesy mood tonight?” You giggled and went back to your original position.

“Do you really want to know why?” He hugged you tighter making you more curious.

“I do want to know,” You hugged him back.

“It’s because I love you.”

Embarrassed, you covered your face with your hands. Yuta laughed at your reaction, and turned you around in his arms so that you were facing him. Picking up the courage, you removed your hands, “Why all of a sudden?”

Hands resting on your back, he started, “because I just realised that I’ve found the person I want to spend the rest of my life with and I want you to know it.”

His words hung in the air. The TV was still on in the background, but the sound seemed to die down until it was just you and Yuta, no distractions, “I love you.” was all you could say.

“I’ll take that as a, ‘Yes, my lovely-amazingly-fabulous-boyfriend, Yuta, I’d love to spend the rest of my life with you. You are the love of my life…’” He teased you making you hit his chest.

“I wouldn’t go that far…” You joked, but you had to admit you’d love to spend the rest of your life with Yuta.

He laughed with you, but stopped to say, “You’re cold. Have you never imagined our future together?”

You made your, ‘thinking’ face, “Nope.” you lied.

“Liar.” 

“Okay, fine. I’ve thought about the future. A lot, actually.” You admit. The joking put to the side. Yuta noticed this and his usual sarcastic facial expression turned to one of caring and seriousness as you both lyed on his old couch,

There was a silence before Yuta spoke, “What do you picture?”

He started to rub circles into you hips, hoping to make you feel relaxed and open up to your dream, “You. You’re there.”

“I’m glad.” He interrupted and you glared at him, “Sorry, carry on.”

“We’ll be married and have a house of our own. Not an overly priced rented flat. I’ll get a better job, you’ll be onto to you sixth album in god knows what unit of NCT. We’ll settle down at some point and… I don’t know… Uh-”

“Have kids?” He helped you. You thought he would tease you, but once again a look of absolute adoration was present in his dark eyes.

“Yes, have kids. Maybe two or three. And a pet. Maybe a cat, you like cats. We’ll wake up to each other every morning for the rest of our lives and it will be… perfect.” You finished and it was silent. You thought you said something wrong until Yuta finally spoke.

“Y/N… Don’t leave me.” His voice was low and quiet, leaving chills run down your spine. However, his reply confused you.

“W-why would I leave you?” You raised your eyebrow slightly.

“I just realised I won’t have a future without you in it.” His eyes locked with yours, and even though you knew it was cheesy, it made your heart flutter. 

You reached up from his chest and wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, hugging him closely, “I won’t leave, I promise. But do you think you could do that? Live with me forever? Put up with my bad habits and cooking skills?” 

“Of course, because I love you.” You let go of your hug, looking at his face again. You could tell he was tried, which he normally was on a late Saturday night after practice. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

You snuggled back into his chest, enveloping him in a hug around his waist. The both of lying back down on the couch again, he readjusted the blanket around your shoulder and then turned the TV and the lights off. You guessed you were sleeping here tonight.

“I love our late night cuddles.” He whispered into the darkness.

“And I love you.” You cringed.

“And when I said that earlier, I was cheesy.” He teased and once again you felt the vibration of his chest against your cheek making you laugh lightly,

“Let’s just go to sleep.” You felt yourself grow tireder by the minute and buried your head further into your boyfriends chest.

You thought Yuta was asleep when he said, “Don’t forget what we talked about tonight. The future, that is. Because it’s going to happen. I’m certain of it,” He whispered to you just before you fell asleep. You nodded slightly in acknowledgement. 

Late night cuddles with Yuta were the best. 

Look at these vicious, violent hounds

I Love You ~ Remus

“Babe, you’re being distracting. I’m trying to work.”  You groaned as your boyfriend, Remus, tried to bury himself into your side while you were studying for your final tests of the year.

“I just want cuddles.” HE said, muffled into your side.

Remus was more of a puppy dog than a wolf. He was just big and cuddly with a lopsided grin and tousled hair.

“And I just want to study or these tests.” You huffed.

“Do you not love me anymore.” He jokingly grumbled.

“No, Remus, I love my tests more.” You replied sarcastically.

He feigned tears and returned to your side.

“Rem, you’ve gotta stop.” You told him, moving away from him.

“Can you please come upstairs with me for just a little bit? You’ve been working all day.” He whined, looking at you genuinely.

“Fine!” You gave in, throwing your stuff aside and standing up, “But I’m not saying I’ll enjoy it.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He rolled his eyes and took your hand.


You both walked out of the bustling common room and up to his dorm. None of his roommates were in the room. Sirius was off flirting with his new girl, James was at Quidditch and Peter was somewhere doing whatever he was doing.  

You collapsed onto Remus’ bed once the door closed, suddenly realizing how tired of studying you really were.  Remus appeared next to you on the bed and you twisted in the white sheets to curl into him. He draped his arm over your body and tangled his hand in the hair at the base of your head.

“See, isn’t this much better?” He said softly.

“Much.” You mumbled into his chest.  

You lay like that for a few minutes before Remus shifted from his side to his back, pulling you onto his chest. With legs intertangled, you were pressed flush against him and couldn’t be happier.

“This is where I am meant to be.” You thought to yourself.

Remus pressed a kiss to your temple and buried his nose in your hair.

“You smell good.” He murmured.

“Thanks.” You scoffed. 

You lightly traced the scars on his face with your fingers. He hated every scar he had on his body. But even more so the ones on his face. The one across his nose, the two on his lip he got from biting himself when he transformed. And the one on his cheek. 

Stretching your neck and looking up, you pressed chaste kisses to his jaw. Soon, starting to nip at the skin there.  

“Hey, love.” He chuckled, moving to look at you, “What are you doing?” 

“What does it look like I’m doing.” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows at him. 

He kissed you on the nose. 

“Let’s just cuddle, okay?” 

“Sounds good.” You smiled. 

He turned on his side and practically crushed you under his body. 

“Remus!” You squealed, trying to shove him off of you. 

“What! I’m not doing anything.” He laughed.

“You’re suffocating me!” You gasped. 

“I can’t hear you. What did you say?” He said loudly in your ear. 

“I said ‘get off me’!” You yelled, laughing and struggling. 

He finally rolled back over and kissed your forehead lightly. 

“You know I love you, right?” You said. 

“I know.” 


Just a quick thing… hope you all like it. 

anonymous asked:

Hey I just had a major fight with my nest friend and I'm having a super bad night.. Can I request a fic where B and V have a fight, and Jughead comforts Betty about it? Love your blog and your writing btw xx

I’m sorry love, unfortunately fighting happens, it really sucks, but if she’s really your friend, she’ll come around just give it time!
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She slammed into the blue and gold office, instantly heading for her laptop, not bothering with a hello to the obviously surprised beanie wearing boy.

“Well hello sunshine, how are you today?” He smiled at her bouncing ponytail. Her eyes looked up from the laptop and he finally noticed the tears welling up In them. He dropped his pen onto his textbook and moved to lean on Betty’s desk.

“Hey, bets. Look at me.” He placed a hand under her chin forcing her eyes to his. “What happened blue eyes?”

The tears finally fell as her lip quivered

“It’s Ronnie.. she .. she wants to go on a date with moose mason, and I tried to tell her it was a bad idea and she just.. she lost it, called me a bad friend told me I was unsupportive, I didn’t know what it was like. I’m just trying to help.”

He kneeled down so he was eye level with the pretty blonde, moving a strand of her smooth honey hair out of her face.

“You did the right thing. If you feel like something’s not right, you should say something. Ron didn’t mean all those things she was just hurt, you’ve done all you can now you just have to let her make her own mistakes.”

She sighed playing with the buttons on his flannel “he’s gonna hurt her, he’s not a good guy.”

Jughead nodded propping his hands on her waist and making her stand with him.
“It’s gonna be a hard lesson to learn, but it’s her lesson, not yours.”

Nodding her head, Jughead kissed the little wrinkle of frustration in between her eyebrows.

She sighed leaning into him resting her cheek on his chest.

“Why can’t all guys be like you? I just want her to be as happy as I am. Find the right guy, just like I found you.”

Laughing he rolled his eyes,

“Not everyone can have what we have, we’re different, special. You’re special.”

She looked up and smiled, bringing her lips to his

“Thanks for talking me down juggie.”

He placed his hand on the back of her head pulling her close

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t help my girlfriend when she’s feeling sad? Oh that’s right Archie Andrews.”

She smacked his arm reaching around his neck and pulling him in.

“I think I’ll take Jughead jones, thank you very much.”

Rockefeller

Pairing: Anthony x Reader

Words: 1.5k+

Prompt: Anthony has never been to Rockefeller Center. It’s up to you to correct this horrible mistake.

A/N: Andddd we are back! Here’s my Worldwide Day fic! Also my first Anthony imagine, he deserves so many imagines I love Anthony. Thank you to @helplesslylins and @secretschuylersister for being the best proofreaders ever. Enjoy!

Originally posted by unimarshpig


“So you’re from Bushwick, literally one borough over, and you’ve never been to Rockefeller Center?” You lifted your head from Anthony’s chest to look at him, eyes wide in disbelief.

“I just never felt a need to go.” He shrugged, looking down at you.

“Nope. No. Unacceptable. Get up.” You left his warm embrace and got up from the couch though Anthony protested.

“Babe, we said it would be a chill day indoors, it’s so cold outside. Can’t we just stay in?” Anthony whined as you pulled him off the sofa and down the hall to his room.

“Dress warm, we are going right now.” You commanded, crossing your arms over your chest. Anthony could tell you weren’t going to budge so he went through his drawers and pulled on a few extra layers of clothing. Once he was sure he would be warm, he walked into the living room where you were sitting on your phone.

“There’s nothing I can say to change your mind?” He tried once more to bargain with you but you shook your head no, pulling on your beanie.

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prompt: #8 “Don’t touch him!” 
pairing: destiel
tags: bullying tw, punk!cas, hurt/comfort, violence tw, high school au
a/n: why do I always write about alistair being a bully, where is my inspiration
for @envydean

“Alistair, please-”

“You think you can come away with begging, you little faggot?” Alistair scoffed as he pushed Castiel further up against the wall. 

He scraped Castiel’s back against the rough stone, not caring that the other whimpered and hissed. His jacket lay useless on the ground, covered in mud, so his bare arms scratched against the wall as well. A few guys stood around, laughing but not doing anything.  "I don’t fall for those pretty blue eyes, you know that right? I’m not a weirdo or a freak, like you.“

While Castiel thought Alistair was exactly those two things, he thought it was better not to say so, seen his situation. If he had a little more muscle, he’d give Alistair a few good punches in the face. He huffed, he wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

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I’m With You (one-shot)


Chris Evans x Reader

I have a thing (like most in the marvel fandom), for the phrase “I’m with you till the end of the line”. So this is a little reimagine of that. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: fluffy, fluff, fluff. Angst(?) but not really.

Originally posted by emilyblunts

“Okay so August through January is filming for that movie” I point to the corresponding script, waiting for confirmation. He nods before I continue, “and then March through June is filming for that one” He nods his confirmation again. “And they’re both in Atlanta?” I question.

“No, first one is Atlanta, second one is Atlanta for the first few weeks and then we go to Europe for a while”

“Right, okay”

“God, it’s literally all year, I’m going to be gone all year” He buries his face in his hands and I can see his stress bubbling.

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Papa (Jikook)

Little fingers that were wrapped around his thumb, Jungkook remembers distinctly the day he had first seen his daughter.

His first instinct was to freeze right at the spot just staring at Jimin who was much braver and made his way to the nurse holding the baby and taking her into his arms.

“Hey, baby girl,” Jimin said looking at the baby.

Jungkook was still unable to move just staring at Jimin.

Jimin looked up at Jungkook.

“You wanna hold her?”

Jungkook nodded in less than a second. He had wanted this so bad as he saw Jimin make his way to him and then handing her to him.

Jungkook held her like she was made of glass. He was scared he would hurt her in some way. She was so fragile, so small fast asleep, her eyes tight shut and her little fingers curled up into a fist.

Jungkook felt a surge of emotions he had never felt before.

He was happy as he could feel tears well up in his eyes.

“Hey baby,” he said. “I am your papa”

Next, to him, Jimin cracked a smile looking at them fondly.

“She is our daughter, Jimin,” Jungkook said in a way that he couldn’t believe his own words.

Jimin nodded tearing up.

“Yeah she is our little girl,” he said.

Jungkook looked back at the sleeping girl and smiled as he let Jimin take her away and cradling her into his arms.

He stood close by watching her sleep as he held her little hand and then pressed a swift kiss.

“Papa loves you so much,”

The baby didn’t react at all expect for grabbing one of Jungkook’s fingers in between her fist and Jungkook looked at Jimin who was tearing up again and he looked back at the little girl sleeping soundly her hand still around Jungkook’s finger.

At that time Jungkook was sure this was the best moment of his life.




Jungkook remembers all the sleepless night they had when Jieun would cry the whole night and they would have no idea why.

Jimin would try his best to stop her from crying as he would walk around the room rocking her to sleep.

It almost always worked and Jieun would be asleep in the next hour or so leaving a sleep-deprived Jimin who would be very cranky the next morning until Jungkook would get him his cup of coffee.

But they both knew they could do nothing about it as Jieun would fall asleep only when she was held by Jimin.

She would start crying the moment Jungkook tried to rock her to sleep. So now he had stopped trying and instead just watched his husband do it.

Jungkook couldn’t help but feel like he wasn’t being a good father to Jieun. She always preferred her dad over her papa. Jimin rocked her to sleep, fed her and dressed her every day and when Jungkook so much as even tried to do anything it would only resulting in crying forcing Jimin to take her away from Jungkook.

In fact, Jieun seemed more comfortable around Seokjin as he was the only person Jimin allowed to hold Jieun. Jimin simply didn’t trust Taehyung and Hoseok with a baby. And for Namjoon and Yoongi they were content in watching from a distance. She would climb on Seokjin’s lap and let him hold her.

Despite Jimin’s reassurances, Jungkook felt he couldn’t connect with his daughter.

“She is only nine months old, Kookie,” Jimin said when Jungkook had confessed what he had felt. “I am sure she will be more comfortable when she grows up”

Jungkook just nodded sighing.

“Don’t worry, okay?” Jimin said as he pressed a kiss on Jungkook’s forehead.

Jungkook nodded.

Just then he heard a crying voice. It was Jieun.

“I’ll be right back,” Jimin said as he left and came back with Jieun who had now stopped crying and was holding a rattle in her hand almost smiling at Jimin.

“She was crying because she dropped her rattle,” Jimin said as he kissed her on the cheek.

Jungkook nodded smiling. All he wanted was to hold his daughter.

That night Jieun was crying again and had been doing it for over an hour. Jungkook had long given tried to sleeping as he saw Jimin walking in the room patting her back and rock her.

“Jungkook,” Jimin said. “She won’t stop

Jimin sounded weary and he looked really tired too with bags under his eyes. It was 1 am already and they were supposed to wake around 7. They hardly got any sleep.

“You gave her the toys?” Jungkook asked.

“Yes,” he said. “She still won’t stop crying”

Jimin bit his lip. He sounded worried.

“Kookie-yah what if she is sick?”

“No, no Jimin, she is probably not feeling sleep yet,” he said. Jieun slept a lot during the day.

Jungkook at least hoped that was the case. He remembers when Jieun had a developed a fever overnight and how much Jimin had freaked out. Crying his eyes out as he was that worried despite Jungkook assuring him that their daughter would be fine.

Jimin had stayed home for the next two days just to take care of Jieun.

Lost in his thoughts he noticed Jimin had already started tearing up. He always was very sensitive especially when it came to Jieun.

“Jungkook, I think we should call the doctor,” he said.

“Is she running a fever?” Jungkook asked.

“No, her body temperature is fine but what if she is in pain or something?” he asked. “Just call the doctor”

Jungkook nodded getting up as Jimin kept on rocking Jieun who was crying even more now.

“Take my phone, I have the doctor’s number,” Jimin said.

Jungkook nodded taking Jimin’s phone from the nightstand and looked at the doctor’s number as Jimin watched with a worried expression.

The phone kept ringing but no one picked. Jungkook tried again. There was still no response. Jungkook kept calling the doctor but he gave up the 15th time there was no response.

“He is not picking up,” he said.

“What are we gonna do now?” Jimin said more to himself.

He was full blown crying now.

“Should we look for some doctor who is open?” Jungkook asked.

“That’s our only option I guess,” Jimin said.

Jungkook hugged Jimin.

“It’s gonna be okay,” he said.

Jimin nodded as Jungkook kissed his forehead.

“It’s cold outside,” Jimin said. “I’ll get Jieun’s winter clothes from the other room”

Jungkook nodded.

“Give her to me,”

“Are you…”

“Yes,” Jungkook said.

Jimin carefully handed Jungkook Jieun who was wailing even more loudly now. Jimin bit his lip but left the room immediately to get Jieun’s clothes.

Jungkook stood holding Jieun awkwardly trying to rock her to sleep as she cried.

And Jungkook didn’t know why but for some reason he began singing to Jieun. It was a little song that he had written for Jimin back in their high school days to woo him. It had worked well at least on Jimin considering they were married now.

And it seemed to work on Jieun too as her cries were much quieter. She was listening to Jungkook’s song while looking at him with her wide innocent eyes, her little fists clutching Jungkook’s shirt. She had now stopped crying.

Jungkook was shocked and stopped singing and then Jieun’s face had turned into a frown and Jungkook immediately began singing again and then he saw Jieun actually smiling and it made Jungkook feel all kinds of happiness as never before his daughter had ever smiled when she was in his arms.

Jungkook smiled a little and continued singing when Jimin came into the room holding Jieun’s clothes.

“Is she not crying anymore?” Jimin asked.

Jungkook shook his head no as he kept on singing and rocking her. His daughter whose head was now rested on his chest, her eyelids were heavy from sleep.

In a few minutes, Jieun was fast asleep on Jungkook’s chest and Jungkook didn’t have the heart to let her go as he watched her in awe.

“How did you get her to sleep?” Jimin asked.

“I sang to her,” Jungkook answered.

Jimin smiled a little.

“Come on I’ll put her in her cot,”

Jungkook nodded hesitantly letting Jieun go as Jimin made her sleep in the cot before letting out a big yawn.

“You should get some sleep Jiminie,” Jungkook said.

Jimin nodded rubbing his eyes before smiling at Jungkook.

“See she let you hold her,” he said. “She loves you”

“Yeah,” Jungkook said fondly.

“And I love you too,”

“I love you too,” Jungkook said kissing Jimin. “Now let’s get some sleep”

Jimin nodded as they both got in their bed and Jungkook threw his hand around Jimin’s waist and pulled him closer before pressing a little kiss on the nape of his neck.

In a few minutes, he could already hear Jimin’s light snores and all he could think about how lucky he had gotten in life.

He had a husband like Jimin and they had a daughter together. Jungkook felt like he was quite honestly the luckiest man in the world for having a perfect little family.

With that thought in his mind, he fell asleep smiling to himself.

Over the course of the next few days, it had become routine for Jungkook to sing for Jieun at bedtime. She would only fall asleep when it was Jungkook rocking her while singing to her.

Jungkook loved the fact that he was the only one who could put Jieun sleep. He would smile to himself as he saw Jieun falling asleep midway to the song her little fists balled up. He would put her in her crib.

He loved that he could bond with his daughter because throughout the whole day Jieun still clung onto Jimin for him to feed her and bathe her.

But at night she only slept at the sound of Jungkook’s voice singing to her.




Jieun’s first birthday was a very joyous affair for the Jeon family.

Seokjin had shown up to help Jimin cook for the party guests who were mostly their co-workers and neighbors. Hoseok and Taehyung were in charge of the decorations while Yoongi and Namjoon mostly just sat on the sofa only to be yelled at by Seokjin to move their asses and do something so they decided to help with the decorations while Jungkook was in the kitchen icing the cake for Jimin as he had gone to dress Jieun.

At about 5 pm everyone started coming in with gifts and both Jungkook and Jimin’s parents showed up too eager to see the birthday girl.

Jimin came out of their room holding Jieun who was dressed in a long pink frilly frock and wearing a crown clutching Jimin’s shirt as she stared around at the unfamiliar faces of everyone.

Jimin’s mom took her in her arms and she was surprisingly calm and she didn’t shed a single tear when she handed Jieun to Jungkook’s parents who began playing with the little girl and she was even smiling at them.

Soon it was time to cut the cake that Seokjin brought out and set on the table. Yoongi lit the candle and everyone began singing Happy Birthday as Jieun watched with big curious eyes and Jimin blew the candle for Jieun and then both of them cut the cake together while holding Jieun’s hand and everyone burst out clapping and Jimin kissed Jieun.

Jimin handed Jieun to Jungkook and both he and Seokjin went to the kitchen to get the food and Jungkook made his way to everyone to say hi and introduce Jieun who was seemingly nervous and immediately buried her head in Jungkook’s chest when any stranger tried to get her in their arms and Jungkook gently patted her back whispering a song in her ear and she calmed down almost immediately.

The food was a hit among everyone and Jieun had fallen asleep after Jungkook singing to her and Jimin took her into the room and put her in the crib and he returned to interact with the guests and receive their gifts. Two hours later everyone finally left including both of their parents. Seokjin and Namjoon were the last to leave as they both helped them to clean up.

Jimin was particularly grateful as he sat back on the couch sighing in exhaustion.

“You must be tired,” Jungkook said.

“Very,”

“Come on now I’ll carry you to bed,”

“No need…”

But Jungkook had already lifted up Jimin and was carrying him to their bedroom making Jimin laugh when he finally put him down.

“God you’re cheesy,” Jimin said making Jungkook smile as he leaned in and kissed Jimin his hands holding Jimin’s in an almost firm grip and Jimin opened his mouth letting Jungkook explore his mouth with his tongue and they were interrupted by a loud cry from Jieun.

“I’ll be right back,” Jimin said breaking away as he stood up and went to the bedroom and returned a few minutes later.

“She just cried for no reason,” Jimin said as he sat back on the bed. “Kids can be so exhausting sometimes”

‘She is already one,” Jungkook sighed. “She’ll be off to school in no time”

“Yeah,”

“And then middle school,” Jungkook said. “Then high school”

“That’s a long time,”

“She’ll have a boyfriend,” Jungkook said with a shudder. “Can you even imagine that?”

“Kookie she is still only one,”

“I won’t let her date some random guy and he would have to be approved by me,”

“Kookie…”

“I can’t imagine someone hurting my little girl’s heart. I’ll make sure that anyone who dares to hurt her pays a price,”

“Jungkook, you are being a little ridiculous now,” Jimin said amused by his husband’s thoughts.

“I don’t want her to grow up Jiminie,” he said. “I want her to stay little forever”

‘That’s not possible…,”

“She is growing up too fast,” Jungkook said suddenly emotional.

Jimin hugged him gently patting his back.

“I know how you feel Kookie but trust me you’ll cope,”

Jungkook nodded.

“Come on let’s sleep now,”

Jimin got up and turned off the lamp before climbing on the bed with Jungkook who cuddled up closer to him and they fell asleep.




If there is anything that made Jungkook tear up the most it was the day Jieun had spoken her first words.

It was a Sunday afternoon and both Jimin and Jungkook were seated on their living room floor watching Jieun building blocks and then sweeping them down again and being particularly gleeful about it as she clapped her hands and laughed.

This was the tenth time she was doing this as she put blocks upon blocks and then kicked it watching it fall on the ground and laughing again.

She looked at her fathers and both of them clapped making her even happier as she started doing it again her tongue out in concentration placing one block over the other very carefully until it was tall enough and this time she made a sweeping motion and send the blocks flying down in different directions of the room and that made her, even more, happier as she let out a particular loud yelp and clapped her hands and Jungkook’s heart melted.

“Jieun,” he said. “Come to papa”

Jieun turned around to look at Jungkook with big curious eyes as Jungkook called her again.

“Jieun, come to papa,”

Jieun was silently watching Jungkook and then smiled.

“Come to papa,” Jungkook said.

“Papa,” Jieun said.

Both Jungkook and Jimin froze looking at each other and then back at Jieun.

“Jieun honey say papa again,” Jimin said.

“Papa,” she repeated.

“Oh my god,” Jungkook said his hands covering his face. “She said, papa”

“Papa,”

Jimin had begun to tear up and Jungkook grabbed his phone and pressed record.

“Honey say, papa,”

“Papa,” she said laughing and Jungkook sent the clip to everyone he knew typing that his daughter has finally started to talk.

Jimin was still shocked as he took Jieun into his arms.

“See honey that’s your Papa,” he said pointing to Jungkook.

“Papa,” she said again and Jungkook teared up too as he kissed Jieun.

“Pap loves you so much,” he said and Jimin smiled kissing her too.

It was the best day for them.




Before becoming a father Jungkook always thought parents were annoying and often times a little too invested in their baby’s lives but he watched himself turn into one of them as everything Jieun did was so exciting for him.

He remembered the time Jieun wanted to eat just like the way her dads did and grabbed her spoon off of Jimin’s hands and began eating of course half of it was on her clothes and the other around her face and just a little of it went in her mouth but Jungkook was recording it so proudly as he watched her daughter trying to feed herself and Jimin laughed before intervening because she was getting her food into her hair too and Jungkook was overcome with emotion over something as small as her daughter trying to eat all by herself.

“You did good Jieun,” he said kissing her head.

“Papa,” she said clapping her hands making Jimin laugh and Jungkook kissed her again.

He particularly remembers the time Jieun had been 2 and tried dressing in a dress without Jimin’s help and she somehow managed to before Jimin zipped it up and she danced with happiness leaning in to kiss Jimin.

“Thank you daddy,” she said as Jimin kissed her little nose and of course Jungkook was recording all of it a light smile on his lips because it was only at times like this when he realized how blessed he was to have his little family and he felt like he was the happiest man on earth.




Jimin and Jungkook’s friends or as Jieun liked to call them ‘Hyungs’ (just because Jungkook did too) managed to spoil her rotten.

Whenever Jieun was with Taehyung he got her every candy she ever wanted, she just had to point to it and Taehyung would buy it all for his little niece because he couldn’t resist those big brown eyes much to Jimin’s dismay.

“Jiminie,” Taehyung would say. “She is a kid let her have candy”

And there was Hoseok who believed he had the best taste when it came to baby fashion and Jungkook was convinced that he would buy whole racks of clothes if he wasn’t stopped by someone because he loved to see Jieun dress up in various outfits and take pictures of her.

They didn’t even have so much space for the clothes that Hoseok would get Jieun.

Jieun’s favorite was, however, Yoongi because he made the silliest faces to her and she would keep laughing at him as he stuck out his tongue or made weird noises. She never wanted to leave Yoongi’s side and Yoongi was more than happy to entertain the little child. That was the only time he let himself loose and be immature.

Namjoon and Jin liked Jieun and treated her like their own daughter and now that Jieun had grown up a bit Namjoon was over his fear of dropping her and would usually hold her and play with her.

“Someday I hope we can have a daughter like her,” Jungkook heard Jin say. “Or a son I don’t mind”

“Yeah,” Namjoon simply said but he looked horrified and Jungkook understood because he had the same reaction when Jimin had brought up adopting a kid but now he couldn’t imagine a life without his daughter Jieun.

She was the most precious thing to him in the world.




Somewhere between the diapers and the first words and all that crying all night Jieun grew up. It was surreal because Jungkook remembers the day he first held her as vividly as if he had happened just yesterday and now it was time for her to start school and Jungkook was nervous as he stared at the ceiling not being able to sleep.

“You okay?” Jimin asked as he lied down on Jungkook’s chest.

“Yeah,”

“You’re not, I can tell,”

Jungkook sighed.

“I am worried,”

“What is it?” Jimin asked.

“Jieun is starting her school tomorrow,”

“Yeah,”

“I am very nervous,”

“You know she is gonna be okay,”

“Yes, but…,”

“Kookie don’t worry okay our Jieun is a brave girl,”

Jungkook nodded.

“The other kids…,”

“She’ll be fine trust me,” Jimin said softly.

Jungkook nodded biting his lip.

“Now go to sleep we have an early start,”

Jungkook nodded kissing Jimin before they both fell asleep.

The next day was a hectic start. Jungkook was preparing a lunch of sandwiches for Jieun while Jimin dressed her in her uniform and when Jungkook finally saw her he cried because he just realized his daughter really wasn’t a baby anymore as he grabbed his camera and took some pictures.

Both Jimin and Jungkook were dropping their daughter together for her big day and as they pulled up Jungkook saw a lot of parents dropping off their kids.

“Hey honey,” Jimin said. “It’s time to go, we are gonna pick you up very soon okay and we love you”

Jungkook was looking at his daughter who had a frown on her face when she suddenly grabbed Jungkook’s hands.

“Papa will you come with me to the class?’” she asked.

Jungkook looked at Jimin before nodding with a smile.

“Of course honey,”

Jieun smiled a little as they both got out of the car and Jieun took Jungkook’s hands.

Anyone could tell that Jieun seemed the closest to Jimin. She hadn’t changed much from the time she was a baby and still needed Jimin but there were times when she only wanted her papa with her and no one else and Jungkook was grateful because they shared a special bond now.

Jieun suddenly stopped and tugged at Jungook’s hands.

“I don’t wanna go,” she said almost looking close to tears.

Jungkook kneeled down and cupped her face.

“You are brave…,”

“No no I don’t want to go to school. I want to be with you and daddy,”

“I know honey…,”

“Papa please,” Jieun said. “I don’t like the other kids they don’t like me”

That part was true as Jieun didn’t mix well with kids her age but it had nothing to do with her but instead because she had two dads.

“Honey you never know you can make a best friend in there,”

“No no, they don’t talk to me,” she said hugging Jungkook as he hugged her back and patted her.

“Jieun, did I ever tell you that never liked me when you were a baby?” Jungkook asked.

Jieun seemed intrigued enough as she wiped her tears and looked at Jungkook.

“No, I always loved you, papa,”

Jungkook laughed.

“When you were a baby you would never like to get into my arms. If I ever tried to hold you, you would start crying,”

“Really?”

Jungkook nodded.

“But then one day I sang to you and then you let me hold you,” Jungkook said.

“Oh,”

“You see people change, “Jungkook said. “It might seem that they don’t like you but they will okay?”

Jieun nodded.

“You didn’t like me but now you call me papa and hug me,” he said.

“You are my favorite,” Jieun blurted out.

“Really?” Jungkook laughed. “I always thought daddy was your favorite”

“I love daddy too but you always let me stay up late and get me ice cream,”

Jungkook laughed.

“I’ll get you ice cream today too if you go in there,”

“Rocky Road?” Jieun asked.

“Anything you want,” Jungkook smiled.

“I love you, papa,”

“I love you too Jieun,” Jungkook said as he kissed her forehead. “Now come on go in there”

Jieun nodded.

“Daddy and I will come to get you okay?”

Jieun nodded.

“Bye Jieun do well,” Jungkook said as he waved towards Jieun who was taking hesitant steps towards the class as she waved back until she was out of sight in between all the other little kids.

Jungkook smiled to himself as he walked back to their car.

Papa’s little girl had finally grown up.

Release Anxiety!

“Oh God, oh God, Oh God.”

Harry was pacing the floor of your apartment. It was a few minutes to midnight. He had been out on a walk, listening to his album for the millionth time, but he needed to be with friends right now. He knew you had people over for a little party. Friends who had been there to support him, some of the people he had worked with and was still working with. There were snacks, fun conversation, games and lots of booze.

Everyone was standing around, grins on their faces, watching Harry freak out.

You shook your head. “What exactly are you worried about? It’s already Number 1 in like 50 countries or something. People seem to like it.”

He glared at you. “That doesn’t make it any less nerve-wrecking.”

He sat down in one of your chairs as your guests started the countdown.

“10, 9, 8…”

There was a breathless smile on his face, like he couldn’t believe it was actually happening.

“7, 6, 5, 4…”

Harry’s hands went to his head, trying to keep it from exploding you assumed.

“3, 2, 1! IT’S OUT!”

His hands came down to his mouth. He was relieved and anxious at the same time.

You had to admit it was a bit anti-climactic, what with everyone on their phones or laptops buying the album or making sure it was downloading, but Harry enjoyed it none the less. His eyes met yours across the room and he grinned.

“I’m so proud of you.”, you mouthed.

His grin grew wider. You looked at your laptop. The album had downloaded, so you connected to the bluetooth speakers and started playing it. Everyone cheered, patting Harry on the back or hugging him. After a moment he excused himself and went out onto your balcony. You followed, concern creasing your forehead.

He was standing in the moonlight, leaning on the railing, looking out at the city. You moved closer.

“Hey H, you okay?”, you asked.

He turned around, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“I’m great. I just needed a moment to take it all in. It’s really out.”

He sighed. Then he stretched out a hand, grabbed your arm and pulled you into him, hugging you tightly. You nuzzled into his shoulder, breathing in his sweet smell.

“Are you happy?”, you muttered.

He chuckled. “So happy. Now I can move on to new things.”

And before you could ask what he meant, he had moved a few inches away, had taken your face into his hands and had kissed you sweetly.

Oh, so that was what he meant. It seemed you were now officially more than just friends. Interesting.

Prize  [ E.P ]

Hiiiiii! Yes, I’m back and I’m not dead lmao I’m so sorry for not having anything up in so long. 

Also, this is my first piece of writing for Narnia that I’m going to be posting on this blog and I’ve been wanting to do this for such a long time but I’ve finally gotten around to actually doing it. The whole Narnia series (books and movies) holds such a large part of my heart to itself and I’m really excited for more of these to come!

Pairing: Edmund Pevensie x Reader

Summary: Edmund challenges reader to a friendly duel. Reader is a fighter but only so in hand to hand combat because of a large dislike for sharp objects. The winner gets a prize from the loser at the end of the match. (Lmao I suck at summaries oops)

Word Count: 1350

Warnings: None, really

You stare at the sword in your hand, contemplating your next move. Should you take him up on his offer to a friendly duel or should you return to pretending to read while watching him train on his own? By no means are you unable to fight because you have always been more than capable to do so. But merely in hand-to-hand combat. Swords and bows and arrows and whips and all were never correct for you – they just never worked well with you.

That, and you have an undying fear of things with sharp edges just like this one. 

“Are you afraid of hurting yourself with that sword in your hand, love?” Edmund smirks, “Just like last time? When you managed to half-impale your own forearm?”

“I’m not afraid of hurting myself, Ed,” You roll your eyes. If it weren’t for the fact that he was the one who’s unknowingly stolen your heart, you would have not even thought of saying yes to the fight against him. But you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front the man you had grown such strong feelings for. 

“Then why are you not accepting the challenge, Y/N?”

“I–um,” You stuttered, not wanting to admit your dislike for swords. After clearing your throat, you blurt, “I don’t like sharp objects, Your Majesty.”

“Is that all?” Edmund chuckles at your teasing use of his title, “It’s merely a friendly duel. I won’t let you get hurt, if that is what you are afraid of.”

With a sigh, you nod your head as if to tell him that you will. He sends you a small smile–one that’s barely there. It’ a smile that few get to see but it’s a smile that many remember. Edmund hands you a sword, his eyes running across the armory as he readies his own. You flash him a mischievous smirk, swinging your leg out to hit his calf lightly. You decide it’s time to toughen up and use the bloody sword.

“Hey,” He says, his eyes looking into your own as he quickly moves out so that your foot never touches his calf. Edmund’s orbs glisten with a sense of cheekiness that you knew could only mean he was enjoying this more than he should. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

You roll your eyes at him, watching as he swings his sword around twice before he pushes it forward. You quickly move to the side, watching as the tip of the sword pierces the air beside your shoulder. As quickly as the first, Edmund strikes at you once, the clash of your own sword being heard throughout the silence of the armory.

It’s difficult for you not to just stop what you’re doing and stare at him as he moves. In your eyes, there is nobody that holds more beauty than Edmund Pevensie. His raven hair falls over his eyes, a slight blush on his cheek from training for so long before now.

“If you cut me with that sword of yours,” You mumbled, loud enough for him to hear you as you both repeatedly swing at each others with the freshly sharpened weapons. “My veins will haunt you. That’s a promise.”

This time it was Edmund’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Honestly, you’re kind of weird.” Edmund grunts, blocking another one of your hits. His eyes meet yours once more, his gaze piercing your own through the gap between your swords.

“Took you long enough to figure that one out,” You smile. This time your leg actually hits his calf with so much force it sends him to the floor. It was a simple trick (if it could even be called a trick) that Edmund would have seen coming if you were anyone else. But he had his guard down more than his usual. “I mean, really Edmund, we’ve known each other for years!”

“And yet this is still the first time you’ve managed to have almost beat me,” And he pounces back up, quickly swiping the side of your sleeve with the end of his sword. You glare at him as he twists the sword out of your hand, causing it to fall to the floor beside your feet before he’s holding the tip of his own at your neck with a devious smile playing on his pink lips. “I win.”

“Bloody hell, Ed,” You groan, picking up your sword and handing it back to Edmund to put it away safely. “You could have at least let me win. Just this once.”

“Maybe next time. But,” A sly smirk crosses the King’s face as he steps toward you, crossing his arms over his chest. “What do I get for winning, hm?”

You open your mouth as if to say something but you abruptly shut it, holding a single finger up at Edmund’s face before you run to the bag of vegetables that you had picked from the garden. You pull out a carrot, quickly running back to your closest friend with the orange vegetable in your hand.

“Here.” You stick the carrot in his face as if forcing him to eat it right then and there. He just stares at it with an eyebrow raised before he lifts his hand, grabbing the carrot in his hand. His expression is unamused yet amused at the same time, his eyes scanning the carrot as if it were a clue to some long unsolved mystery. But really, it was just a carrot.

“A carrot?”

“Yeah,” You nod, jutting a thumb behind you in the direction of the gardens. “The salads they grow in the garden are really good. The carrots are especially scrumptious, I bet you would love this one.”

“Do I look like a bloody rabbit?!” Edmund exclaims. He quickly regains his more senseful train of thought, his eyes falling back to yours.

“What? Do you not like it?”

“I mean I–yes, I like it. I love carrots.” Edmund trips over his words, not wanting to offend you in any way. Truthfully, Edmund hates carrots. 

“Oh,” You smile. “It just seemed like you didn’t–”

“There was just something else that I had in mind, that’s all.”  And taking advantage in his sudden boost of confidence, he pulls you into his chest, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with the softest touch his fingers could manage.

Both you and Edmund don’t fail to notice the speed of your individual heart rates increase from the proximity and you silently hope that he can’t hear the beating of your heart because of how close you are. He bites his lip once he notices the blush that tints your cheeks. In fact, you were pretty sure they’re on fire.

He touches his forehead to yours tenderly, his hand loosely placing itself on your warm cheek. The feeling of his thumb caressing the soft skin sends shivers down your spine, your breath quickening as his face slowly grows closer to yours. You can feel each and every one of his breaths on your face which you found seemed so very intimate for someone like Edmund.

He looks to your eyes for permission, silently learning the answer you choose to give him. Edmund notices your eyes already falling to his lips. He shuts his eyes, his hold on you growing tighter and more intimate than ever.

And within seconds his lips are on yours.

The kiss starts of slow and gentle but it soon turns towards a more heated and passionate direction. His lips are as soft as clouds against your own lips, sending small shockwaves through your bloodstream and you could feel in every inch of your body, exactly how Edmund the Just feels about you.

He pulls away much too soon for your liking, once again resting his forehead against yours.

“I loved the carrots,” Edmund says, his chest rising and falling as he regains his breath from the kiss that has left him panting more than any war that he has fought. “But that kiss was a prize that I liked much much more.”

Multiple people chose this pose so I decided to do them all at once. I hope you giggle even half as much as I did while struggling to draw this. :’D Poses meme ref is here.

I choose you (Stiles)

Originally posted by readersleepingintheforest

A sense of panic ignites in your body as you notice Stiles’ stance stiffen and his fists clench. You fit yourself between Theo and him, doing your best to block his view but his eyes are still pinned on Theo.

“Stiles” you whisper, his attention doesn’t move.

“Hey, hey, Stiles … Look at me” your fingers trace the freckles on his cheeks. You watch as his eyes avert from Theo’s limp body, to you. His eyebrows furrow and his eyes glistening. Lips slightly parted as the look of sadness doesn’t fade.

In the heat of the moment, you cup the back of his neck and pull him towards you. Desperate to feel his soft lips on yours, something you’ve been longing for. Something you never knew you needed until this moment. You feel him sink into the kiss, guiding you as every bit of emotion is passed through the contact.

You pull away, your eyes still shut as you reminisce the kiss.

“Be the better man-” you pause as your eyelids peel open, staring directly into Stiles’ chocolate brown eyes.

“And walk away. With your head held high and me right by your side” he smiles faintly, hesitating whether to move. But the moment he feels your fingers entwine with his, he turns away and heads down the corridor. Your thumb traces circles across his tortured hands, hoping that the dull ache will disappear.

I made a mistake, go to Theo

Lets rewind and think this through

the daryl and jesus moment we didn’t see, but totally obviously happened


Paul stood outside, massaging his wrist, looking down at his fingers working the skin. They had heard everything Dwight had to say, and Paul offered to stick around the front of the house, since he was too amped up to go home. It had been a long, tiring day. 

“Hey.” Daryl grunted, surprising him. Paul looked up, watching Daryl come over and move past him, sitting on the steps that led down to where the dungeon was. He held a knife in his hand, and began to run his fingers over the blade, staring at the door. 

Paul sighed and took it upon himself to figure Daryl saying ‘hey’ meant, ‘come sit down next to me’.  He knew he was probably taking it wrong, because when did Daryl ever really want his company, but Paul was lonely tonight, and tired, and he always thrived off human contact. 

“May I?” he asked anyway, pointing to the spot next to Daryl. 

Daryl shrugged, his eyes locked on the door. Paul sat next to him and continued pushing his index and thumb into his skin, massaging his wrist.Daryl looked at him for a brief moment with a frown, before turning his gaze back to the door. 

“You hurt?”  Daryl asked. 

Paul lowered his wrist. “No, no, I’m fine. I’m being dramatic.” he said offhandedly, smiling gently. Daryl snorted, which made Paul grin. 

“Was when I ran past you right?” Daryl asked, looking over at him. Paul didn’t respond, and the lack of conversation made Daryl bite the inside of his lip. He did that a lot, Paul had noticed. It was a little endearing, especially since it was normally because Daryl was debating whether or not he should say something. “Sorry.” he mumbled. 

Paul stopped massaging his wrist and shrugged, letting a small smile take his face. It was hard for him to stay away from Daryl, it was hard for him to look at Daryl and not smile. So Paul was in the habit of hiding those smiles, mostly because he was uncertain as to how Daryl would cope with having someone like Paul smile that way around him. 

“Don’t worry.” Paul told him. “So,” he waved his hand to the door. “What are you going to do about him.”

Daryl didn’t miss a beat. “Kill him.”

“Yeah?” Paul asked. “I don’t think you will.”

Daryl stopped moving the knife between his hands. “What makes you say that?”

“You’re too good of a person.”

As suspected, Daryl did not react well to a compliment. He made a sound with his mouth that Paul couldn’t understand–almost one of disbelief, and moved a little further away from Paul. Paul tried very hard not to feel hurt. “You don’t know shit about me.” he growled. 

“You keep saying that, and every time you do, it means less and less.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“It means we’re in this together, and I’ve learnt enough about you to know that yeah, you’ll go in there and probably beat the shit out of Dwight, but you won’t kill him.”

Daryl was quiet for a few moments, looking down at the knife in his hands. “What makes you so sure?” he asked. “Don’t give me that good person bullshit again.”

“Rick wouldn’t want you to.” Paul also knew Daryl well enough to know that using Rick as explanation was a low blow. There was an unrequited love there, Paul saw that the moment he had met them. Daryl softened under the weight of Rick’s gaze–just as Rick was the only one able to hold him back when he made for Dwight. Paul hoped, selfishly, that Daryl’s feelings for Rick were gone.

Daryl didn’t respond to that, but his body seemed to relax, and Paul did not miss the way Daryl retook the centimeter of space that he had left between himself and Paul. Paul hid that smile too–again, he hoped for something else, that maybe one day, after this war, he wouldn’t have to hide his smiles from Daryl. Maybe  Daryl would want to see his smile. 

“You didn’t like what we did today.” Daryl told him. “Goin’ in there, takin’ their shit.”

Paul swallowed. “We had to.”

“We had to,”  Daryl agreed. “You didn’t like it.”

Paul sighed sadly. “No. I didn’t.”

Daryl nodded. “You’re a good person too.” he mumbled, getting up. Paul wondered if he should have said something more, if he should call Daryl back, but all he could do was watch Daryl descend from the steps and go into that cell holding room. 

Paul closed his eyes and put his hand back to his wrist. “Daryl Dixon.” the words were strange in his mouth, but he whispered them like a small prayer. He stayed sitting there until Daryl would come back out of the room, with no blood on his hands, and take his seat next to Paul.