Thank you for sending anonie! Cuz I’m watching past Peanut’s stream I hope you don’t mind if I make it about LoL ^^ (And if u won’t understand, just send in another ask ^^) 31. “You lied to me.”
Jungkook’s jumper was missing and the maknae had no idea what happened to it so he padded to Jimin and Hoseok’s room to ask if he’ve taken it or seen it anywhere. “Hyung, have you seen my red jump…….” Jungkook couldn’t believe his eyes, Jimin was playing League. The hyung that said he doesn’t like online games was playing League of Legends. And he was good in it. “Jungkookie, I can explain…..” the elder said, closing his laptop immediatly. “No hyung, you can’t go AFK like this, finish your game” Kook replied and left. Jimin found him half an hour later sulking in his room. “Jungkookie” “Don’t Jungkookie me now, you lied to me hyung” the younger snarled, turning away. “I’m sorry, Kookie, forgive your hyung” Jimin begged, he did feel guilty for lying to him. “What rank are you even?” the maknae asked. “Challenger” “YOU’RE FUCKING WHAT?” Kook yelled “How can you be better in this than me?” he whined, feeling even worse than before. The elder knew he fucked up even more now but what was done couldn’t be undone. “I’m really sorry, baby” he apologized once more. The nickname made Jungkook’s heart beat faster and he considered if he should accept Jimin’s apologies or not. To be honest he couldn’t be mad at his hyung for a long time. “I’ll forgive you. On one condition” Jungkook stated. “I’m all ears” the elder replied. Kookie took a deep breath and turned to look at his hyung, making puppy eyes at the same time. “Carry me to challenger” he asked. Jimin grinned and hugged the maknae. “With pleasure”
(I want to be a Challenger too but I don’t even play rankeds xD)
Diego Luna with Camila Sodi and children Jerónimo Luna and Fiona Luna attend the premiere of Walt Disney Pictures And Lucasfilm’s ‘Rogue One: A Star Wars Story’ at the Pantages Theatre on December 10, 2016 in Hollywood, California.
Request: “Okay so this might not be your thing but I love the idea of an OC/reader Avenger with healing powers (like Deadpool). And her boyfriend (ideally Bucky) being a little shit and sneaking up on her to leave fresh new hickeys since the ones from the night before heal so quickly.” Word Count: 2439
Warning: references of smut or brief smut, hickeys/bruises/a cut, Bucky being a little shit, Pietro being a little shit, Tony being Tony, Steve being a dad
A/N: I’m sorry I’m just no getting it up, work has been hell and my laptop was down for three days! Anon, thank you for the request that was both incredibly sexy and flat out hilarious to me. I hope I delivered what you had in mind! <3 Also… pouting, whiny, confused Bucky might be my new favorite thing.
(Image not mine. Couldn’t find an image of Buck/Seb that I liked for this.)
Summary: Work is stressing you out lately. You’re tired, angry and things are not helped by your boyfriend - who always seems to need attention from you. One night you snap and get to be particularly er, controlling.
Jaime learned to fight with sword and lance and mace, while I was taught to smile and sing and please. He was heir to Casterly Rock, while I was to be sold to some stranger like a horse, to be ridden whenever my new owner liked, beaten whenever he liked, and cast aside in time for a younger filly. Jaime’s lot was to be glory and power, while mine was birth and moonblood.
When she was just a little girl, her father had promised her that she would marry Rhaegar. She could not have been more than six or seven. “Never speak of it, child,” he had told her, smiling his secret smile that only Cersei ever saw. “Not until His Grace agrees to the betrothal. It must remain our secret for now.”
She was ten when she finally saw her prince in the flesh, at the tourney her lord father had thrown to welcome King Aerys to the west. Viewing stands had been raised beneath the walls of Lannisport, and the cheers of the smallfolk had echoed off Casterly Rock like rolling thunder.
The prince is going to be my husband, she had thought, giddy with excitement, and when the old king dies I’ll be the queen.
This fic is a gift to @an-ambivalent! I’m one of your @mystic-messenger-secret-santa (the mysterious anon hihi) :3 Sorry this is so late, dear! I tried to include as many of your preferences as I could, so I hope you enjoy this not so small fic I wrote for you
The first time the words appeared on Saeran’s arm, he panicked. His
only warning had been a warm, itchy sensation that’d made him look
down, only to find a black scribble on his skin.
Can you see this?
screamed. He couldn’t help it - as much as he rubbed, the words
wouldn’t come off, nor did his hand get dirty with ink. Saeyoung rushed
to his side, eyes wide, but once Saeran explained what was wrong, he
hesitated, his gaze fixed at the point where Saeran could see the dark
words in stark contrast against his reddened skin.
“I can’t see anything, Saeran.”
Saeran could process what Saeyoung had said, their mother came. He
should’ve excpected it, should’ve known better than to make so much
noise. His ears hurt with her screams, louder than his own; still, he
tried reaching her - arm extended, he tried telling her about the words,
tried asking her what they meant.
only answer were two days without food, getting by with only the scraps
Saeyoung managed to sneak him behind their mother’s back.