that moment in the first avenger when bucky shoots that guy and steve turns around and salutes him makes me laugh bc, like, i will be the first to admit i know nothing about military strategy, but i feel like you probably shouldn’t so blatantly give away your sniper’s location like that
like, was that moment immediately followed by bucky scrambling to his feet like ‘goddamnit steve HOW MANY TIMES’ and takin off into the woods while hydra goons fired at him,, like thank you, captain america, for that, i was hoping to make this more complicated than necessary
This was written long ago so unfortunately I am still indeed in my writing funk. My brain doesn’t seem to want to co-operate. Enjoy the Dad Harold feels.
“I miss it.” The phrase was muffled by your chest were Harry
had decided to rest his head for the night. His words were accompanied by slow
strokes over your stomach, your t-shirt pushed up to bundle around your
breasts. There was still a slight bump adorning the soft area, only being a
month post-partum. Parenthood was…challenging, to say the least. It was no lie
that there was no manual to raising a child, but you were proud of your efforts
so far, considering you were first time parents.
“Miss what, baby?” The movements of your hand fiddling with
the hair at his nape slowed and your eyebrows furrowed with confusion. You were
longing to bring your daughter to join you and Harry on the bed, but seeing as
this was only one of the few moments of peace you and Harry have had together
since her arrival, you decided she was best off in her crib that accompanied
your side of the bed. Harry had complained numerous times, but shut up once you
reminded him she could be on his side once he produced the right functions to
feed her at 3am.
“The bump, an’ havin’ her close. I mean, I love holdin’ ‘eh,
but I feel like she growing too fast. I wish we could just rewind.” Your heart
burst with love and gratitude; you silently laughed at the fact he thought she
was growing too fast. It had only been a month and she was still tiny, her
clothes hanging off her frail body. You were watching her now through the gaps
of the bars on her crib. She stirred every now and then and you held your conversation
until she settled back down.
Hello. May I request some headcannons with Mer!Hanzo, Mer!Genji, Mer!McCree, with human S/o. It's cool if you don't I just rarely see merfolk AUs in OW. But I hope your day is lovely!
Of course, I’m happy to try most requests I get sent! I’ve never written anything like this before though, so I do hope this is what you were looking for! I hope your day is also lovely, anon :) Enjoy!
You meet every evening on what he calls ‘your rock’
On his insistence, of course, you would have been happy with just meeting every week
Secretly its the best part of every single day
He’s always there before you even when you try to come really early
And he won’t tell you how he does it
He leans up on the rock on his elbows whilst you sit there, legs crossed
You choose what you do depending on the day of the week
Wednesday is picnic day, Hanzo bringing it one week and you the next
You love tasting the kind of food he has to offer and he brings something different every week
Saturday is swimming day Hanzo’s favourite
You come in your swimwear and jump into the waves
Sometimes he teaches you how to swim faster and better than you’ve ever swum before
Most of the time he just takes advantage of the one day he can really hold you in his arms
Sometimes he feels guilty for not being able to give you the life you had dreamt of since childhood
At that point you always remind him that you never thought you’d find something as real as this
Tell him that he is the best thing in your life, however he is in your life
A feeling that is undoubtedly mutual
He tells you that, one day, there’ll be a way for them to be together all the time
“I look forward to it.”
These conversations usually end in you jumping in the water fully clothed for an incredibly long hug
You met when he saved you from drowning
You loved the sea so much you’d swum out too far
It was so horribly cliche that you couldn’t help but roll your eyes when you woke to his face bearing down on you
When you saw his tail, instead of screaming as he said others did, you just tilted your head with an ‘Oh’
Bombarding him with questions he was only too happy to answer
Asking him if you can see him again
Him agreeing, disregarding the rules and telling you a time to meet the next day
You come back next day, unable to stay away from the intriguing merman
And the next
And the next
It kind of never stops after that
At first its just questions and food and jokes
And flirting on Genji’s part
Then after a long while it becomes more personal
Hopes and dreams, insecurities and doubts
Genji’s still flirting though
A few months in, he asks you out on a date
You joke about the fact it’ll be in the exact same place as all their other meetings
Then say a heartfelt and definite yes
His eyes light up in a way you haven’t really seen before
He brings the food and the music, you obviously bring the candles
Afterwards he invites you into the water for the first time
He teaches you to dance like the mermaids do
Its the best date you’ve ever been on
Little do you know, there are so many more to come
He literally just appeared out of the ocean whilst you were sunbathing on a quiet part of the beach
“How you doin’, darlin’?”
You screamed, I mean a man did just pop out of the sea
He laughed while trying to calm you down at the same time
Once you had calm down, there was a million questions you wanted to ask
He was happy to answer them all but insisted on sneaking an innuendo into every single answer
You rolled your eyes every time and tried desperately not too grin like mad
You didn’t make plans to meet again
Neither of you wanting to seem too keen
Both of you still came back to the exact same place at the same time the next day however, not truly expecting the other to be there
“Fancy seein y’here, sweetheart” - accompanied by a knowing smirk that set your heart racing
You spend the rest of the day and most of the evening just talking
You meet the everyday the same for the next few weeks
You hadn’t agreed, you both just came in hope
Each time you would lie closer and closer to the ocean
Until the day if one of you moved forward even slightly you would have bumped noses
At this point, subtle touches or brushes of hands were introduced by McCree of course
They were electric
One day, you called him Jesse by accident almost and he just stared at you for a while before kissing you
A/N: ((definition of domestic:
of or relating to the running of a home or to family relations)) So basically, their s/o is good at running their home lives (?)
Mark: He’d always tease you about how motherly you were towards him and how amazing of a mother you would be
Jaebum: *obsessed with every meal you make him and every other thing you do for him*
“If I had known living together would be like this, I would have asked you to move in with me sooner love!”
Jackson: -please ignore the subtitles- “Babe, how the hell do you do so many things at once?”
You: *while baking, talking on the phone, planning your friends birthday party, and somehow also cleaning the dining room all at the same time* “What are you talking about…?”
Jackson: “…You don’t even realize what you’re doing do you? Are you a robot??” *laughs*
Jinyoung: *when you become too fussy over him* “Jagi, If you want me to act like a child I can, but I can take care of myself occasionally!” *laughs*
Youngjae: -please ignore subtitles again… he’s so adorable though omg TT,TT-
*blushes every time you dote on him for too long* “Yah! How am I supposed to seem manly to you if you’re always taking care of me??” *playfully hits you*
Kunpimook: He’s in heaven. With you in his life everything is 10x more organized and he never has to worry about both his schedule and his home/future children. You are his partner in crime, his other half, and the love of his life. He makes sure you know how much he freaking LOVES THE SHIT out of you constantly
Yugyeom: “Jagi, I can clean the dishes tonight…”
You: “Nope, I got it love~”
Yugyeom: “But you made all this food let me hel-”
You: “No sweetie. I love you, but you’d put everything away wrong. I know where everything goes!” *kisses his forehead and takes dishes away*
Yugyeom: *angrily finishes eating the amazing food you made him*
A/N: I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME LIKE 12 YEARS TO GET TO! PLEASE FORGIVE ME TT.TT
1 season of “one day at a time” (netflix) contains 13 episodes, and has covered the following subjects:
sexuality (and religion)
religion vs atheism (vs agnosticism)
the struggles that come with being a single parent
sexism in the work place
what mansplaining is and why it’s insulting
war veterans and their struggle against the red tape
being proud of your heritage
called out the fact that che guevara was not a hero at all and took the time to explain exactly why
the danger of deportation that many immigrants face
the hardships that immigrants have went through when coming to america
i probably missed stuff but heck, this is already way more than the typical multicam sitcom that networks like to dish out to us that all use the same formula anyway so what does it even matter which one you watch? yes, this is a sitcom. and yes, it has a laugh track. but this show rises above the humdrum and teaches us about family values, real issues that many families have (i for instance don’t believe in god but my family does, how do we overcome this divide?) and shows us that it’s possible to be funny and woke at the same time, without ever sounding condescending. it will make you laugh, it will make you cry (i had real tears on my pillow) and it will make you think (i’m not cuban, so a lot of the stuff they’re talking about is things i Learn)
in its 13(!) episode first season, one day at a time definitely did not slow down. every episode felt equally important to watch, while avoiding to seem like a speech. it did not rest, and my tip is: do not sleep on it. i know many of us are exhausted from those tiresome, carbon copied, unfunny as all heck ‘me too’ sitcoms. but if there’s any sitcom that deserves your attention, it’s this one.
i want to be cuddled up under the blankets beside you, warm and home. i want to tell you i love you so many times i forget what it means. i want to play with your hair while you lay on my lap and i want to make you laugh so hard you snort. i want the late nights, your voice like honey as you sing to me. i want to brush my teeth beside you in the morning and i want to wrap myself in your arms. i want it all with you.
Summary: The war between humans and mutants ends the minute the Kraang come calling. There’s just the matter of making the tenuous peace stick – and Donnie drew the short straw.
Here’s hoping his blushing bride doesn’t murder him in his sleep.
Word Count: 8,700.
Notes: My best @hotmilkytea asked for a bunch of kiss prompts for April and Donnie, and somehow what happened was several thousand words of arranged marriage shenanigans. I have no idea how. But enjoy the tropeyness! :D
Donnie reminds himself to blink, and to breathe, and to smile – the gentle smile he practiced in his mirror for a solid month – when April appears in the doorway of the chapel.
She takes one look at him, and pulls a gun out of her wedding dress.
Well, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, he thinks, even though his heart plummets straight to his feet. At his side, Raph growls, and then Casey unsheathes a police baton along with his hockey stick.
Donnie keeps smiling because he doesn’t know what else to do with his face, but April isn’t aiming at him. She’s aiming right over his shoulder.
That’s when the gunshots start, and Donnie realizes that April – his brave, furious, beautiful, absolutely badass bride – isn’t shooting at him, but at the platoon of Kraang who just crashed through the back wall of the chapel.
Let’s back up a bit, shall we?
Once upon a time, there were humans, and there were mutants, and they had been at war for a very, very long time. No one remembers how the war got started – some say it started with two brothers, one human and one mutant, who fought over a woman, but frankly that story has been told too many times and wasn’t very interesting to begin with – but everyone knows about the fields that never stop burning, and the heads on spikes along the road.
It took almost a thousand years – years during which the air over Nebraska boiled, and Beijing nearly fell to an army of rats led by a masked king, and an actual alien invasion – but finally, the powers that be on both sides of the war said Enough.
Which was long overdue, to be honest, but at this rate, the world would be uninhabitable by the end of the century, and since staying alive was the one thing that both sides could agree on, the leaders agreed to a ceasefire.
Getting curb-stomped by pink screeching aliens has a wonderful way of putting things in perspective.
The world took a deep, shuddering breath, and wondered what would come next. Other than the Kraang invasion, that is.
An alliance, said the leaders. That’s what we need.
And how, said the world, which was tired and desperate and had almost forgotten how to hope, do you plan to do that?
…uh, said the leaders. We’ll get back to you?
“You’re kidding me,” said Donnie. “A wedding? They do know this is actual, real life, and not fanfiction, right? We need – I don’t know, treaties, and to stop shooting each other, and –”
Leo shrugged. “I mean, it’s not like we have any other options, do we?”
Donnie tried not to choke on his own tongue. “We do,” he said, enunciating each word precisely. “Like treaties. And shooting the actual aliens, instead of each other.”
“Yeah, because the other ceasefires worked so well,” said Raph, with a meaningful glance at the deep scar winding up Donnie’s thigh. “We’ll just go yell give peace a chance and put flowers in their assault rifles and boom! We got peace locked in! Up until the Kraang turn us into grape jelly.”
Donnie balled his hands into fists, both to keep from rubbing at the scar and in case he decided to pummel Raph in the face. “It’s an idiotic idea,” he said. “Marriage doesn’t solve anything when it’s just normal life. It’s not going to solve a war.”
Mikey leaned against his shoulder with a tired sigh. “Can we just like, enjoy the silence for five minutes?” he said. “I’m tired, dudes. When was the last time people weren’t tryin’ to kill us?”
“Never,” Donnie said in unison with Raph and Leo. He threw an arm around Mikey’s shoulder and closed his eyes. Mikey did have a point – they should take the chance to rest while they could, in case everything burned down around them tomorrow.
Splinter breathed quietly nearby, asleep or meditating, and slowly, Donnie’s brothers fell asleep too.
He stayed awake for a long time, wondering. Who were they going to rope into this disaster?
Probably not anyone I know, he thought, as sleep closed over his head.
Raph hadn’t stopped laughing in five minutes. Mikey was facedown on the floor, making strangled noises, and Leo was looking anywhere but at Donnie.
“No,” Donnie said again. He’d lost track of how many times he’d said it so far, but nothing else came to mind. “No.”
Splinter laid a warm, dry hand on his shoulder. “You have been honored, my son,” he said, his whiskers ever-so-slightly twitching. “Make us proud.”
Donnie thought about saying No again, and decided to hyperventilate instead.
AU where Simon and Baz do not get together in their years at Watford. Simon stayed together with Agatha. However fate leads to the oddest of places in the world for soulmates to reunite.
Everything felt wrong. Everything was wrong.
I looked up at the ceiling of my compartment and enjoyed the silence. It has been so long since I have got a chance to sit somewhere no one is talking to me. No one is staring at me and demanding me to answer. I have been trying so hard but I just ended up failing. Images fall in front of me. Failing to take down the Humdrum again and again. Agatha kicking me out of her place. She told that we were either going to get married or fall apart, she said that she had to make the better decision for both of us. I think I must have become sort of twisted in my own sense and that I completely agree with her. I didn’t argue, I just silently agree with her. I left without saying anything to her. There was nothing I needed to say and everything I wanted to say would have only upset her further. If she was the one leaving, I wouldn’t chase after her.
I have no plan so here I am. I am 24 with less than a plan for life. I searched where to get away from it all and my search has lead me to the longest train railway. It is called the trans-Siberian railway. It cuts through all of Russia. It takes 9 days to travel it all but I will be going for 15 days as I will be stopping in some of the more memorable places. The most promising thing for me was the promise of spending days with little outside your window that trees and rivers. Maybe I will find out what to do next somewhere there. If not, I have a cool experience behind me.
I have been called dramatic a couple of times in my life. Even overly dramatic sometimes. I have no idea where such grand conclusions have been drawn out. All I am planning to do is kill myself at the east of Russia, where no one will find me and if they do, no one will identify me and let my family know.
Lost. That is how my family think of me and I like that. But I cannot go out simply, I took the Golden Eagle’s Imperial compartment. The most luxurious train around. Why not drink myself to insanity in the privacy of a nice room and a private toilet to throw up in. I carefully organized for no traces that I am taking this trip is found.
I sit on my bed in my compartment and trouble myself with a simple question enough as should I take off my suit before drinking or not bother. My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my door. It was a lady with a dining cart, offering tea, coffee, and other warm drinks. I have been learning Russian for a while so I do not have trouble talking to her. She turned out painfully chatty and I couldn’t get rid of her with a simple ‘no’.
At that moment a young man exits the compartment next to mine and the world stops. I could recognize him from just his hair. That bronze mess of hair atop of his head. I could spot a mole on the back of his neck. I would have been able to tell even if I hadn’t spotted him. His scent fills the wagon.
It has been so long but it is really him. Now. A few steps away from me.
I leave my compartment to go to the dining cart. I am extremely hungry and just want to have a proper meal. Or get drunk because just the thought of falling asleep right now feels like a chore. A lady pushed me with a cart full of drinks and I keep walking forward.
I had planned to zone out complete and just forget myself. Yet in the instant when I felt like the world will just spin apart from me, I am grounded by the most familiar voice ever. “Well look who it is… if it isn’t the Chosen One.” I stopped stupidly in my tracks. I turned around to make sure I didn’t hallucinate. I did not need to turn around to know that the voice belonged to the one and only, Tyrannus Basilton Grimm Pitch. And in a fucking suit to top it all off.
I feel the same rush that I usually used to get when I would see him back in school. A mix of frustration and nervous butterflies in my stomach. He always had that effect on people. “Baz,” I say lamely. I am oddly happy to see him. Maybe it has been all the years we were apart and seeing him brings back good memories of Watford.
“Of all the people in the entire world I have expected to have been caught by here, you were the absolute last person I could have expected.” The way he phrased it caught me off guard. I can’t catch Agatha’s clear hints when she coughs and clears her throat but I cannot ignore a single word he says even years after. “Caught by?” I ask him. “Are you on the run from somebody?” He grins and walks over to me. With him up closer, I realize he sort of smells the same way, it reminds me of our old room. “Oh Snow. Never changing, I see. Still assuming that I am plotting and up to no good?” He presents me with that malicious smirk of his. I can’t help but smile. It has been a while since I did and Baz was the last person who would have tried to make me smile, but he did. “Well, are you up to good?” I ask.
He laughs. I have heard him laugh many times but this felt much more kind hearted. I feel so much less empty than I did before but the butterflies are still there. It was frustrating that six years have passed and he is still significantly taller than me. “You’ve fucking caught me, Snow. Indeed I am up to no good. I plan to ruin my liver tonight by getting savagely drunk.”
I felt lost and found at the same time. All it took was to have him look at me and here I am. Putty in his hands. “You are planning to get drunk tonight?” He asks me. God. I’ve missed his voice. I have been obsessed with hs voice ever since it changed at the age of 13. I always loved his accent. He would rarely speak when we were young but he still had a unique accent. It was a mix of proper received pronunciation and Cockney, that he got from growing up around East London. “Absolutely. I have packed enough for 15 days so I hope to get through it all in one night.” I feel like actually chugging the 30 bottles of alcohol I have in one night after this encounter.
“Do you need help?”
I drank blood just a few hours prior so I felt a blush creep up on my cheeks. “You want to join me?” “I would love to.” I cannot help but laugh again. It has been forever since I last laughed and he already made me laugh more than I did the whole year. “Since when did you get so snappy?” “Since I cannot stand being sober. I was going to the dining cart to help myself to a bottle of vodka.” “Well, luckily for you, that is most of what I have. That and cranberry juice. You will fucking owe me, Snow.” “Bring it.”
I don’t know what the fuck happened but I have never expected this to happen of all things that could have. I got glasses and we started drinking. After we had finished the cranberry juice, we started mixing the vodka with coke. We would laugh about random things that happened back in school. Oh all the stupid memories, it seemed too stupid for us, despite how drunk we were getting.
It was when we started to get low on coke did I start thinking about kissing him. I could completely blame it on the alcohol tomorrow morning when we are two hung over pieces of road kill that rolled from the bed onto the floor. We gave up on the glasses and would sip both from both bottles, a teasing indirect kiss that drove me insane. I kept on looking at his lips when he would look down, which he would do quite a lot when he got drunk. Very soon, he finished the coke and threw aside the plastic bottle. The was a few mouth fulls in the other bottle.
He wanted to say something but just hiccuped and we laughed. “You are going to hate me so much when we wake up tomorrow,” I tell him. I really want to kiss him right now. I am considering opening about opening another bottle and drinking it straight. Maybe Snow won’t be so straight at the end of the bottle. He does not respond to me for a moment. “I won’t.” “Huh?” I must be too drunk and my brain is going stupid on me. But I just stupidly want to make out with him. No… I shouldn’t. He will honestly hate me in the morning. Maybe I will indulge on the last day here with him. Before ending things. What a way to go. Crossing off what is at the top of your bucket list.
Snow rubs his eyes and finally says “Fuck it.” He chugs the rest of the vodka and throws the bottle at the garbage can, causing it to fall over. I turn my attention from the bin back to him and he grabs me by my neck and kisses me.
My eyes slowly flutter close as I enjoy what I wanted for so long. The kiss was a mess. Sloppy. Wet. Messy. He tasted bitter of alcohol. He was too rough for my taste. I have been with people who wanted to do right by me and kissed me more carefully and less drunk. Yet here I am, enjoying the best I’ve ever had. It got deeper and messier. He pulled me closer by my waist and hair. I tangle my fingers in his curls and pull to get a good moan from him. He fought back by biting and sucking on my lower lip. He moved lower to my neck and one would think that he was the vampire with how he just went for it. I wrap my leg around him and he pulls me down on the bed.
And because all sexual fantasies are bollocks, we fall asleep just like that because we were just that drunk.
In the morning afternoon, I drag myself painfully to the dining cart. Baz was waiting for me at a table for two. He looked more like a vampire now than he ever did. He was dressed in a black turtleneck and black jeans. He was wearing very dark shades to complete the hung over aesthetic. He was drinking his coffee black to create the vampire/dangerous hipster look.
As I sit down, he tells me “I would attempt to kill you where to stand if I wasn’t so bloody hung over.” “That’s not my fault,” I grumble as I try to pull the hood of my sweatshirt even further over my head to no avail. “Sure. And I am guessing that you have no hand in doing this either.” He pulls down his turtleneck, revealing way too many bruises around his neck. “My bad…” “Could you at least try to sound guilty?” “No. You liked it too much.” “Piss off.” I could tell that he didn’t mean it that much anymore because I could see him struggle with the smile in the corner of his mouth. “I am actually sorry for just… doing that. Without asking for your permission.” I really did feel bad about it but it just felt so fucking right and at the moment I just wanted to kiss him so badly that I just went for it. He pulls his shades on top of his head and looks at me with his slightly red eyes. “I would have pushed you away if I didn’t want it.” That took me completely by surprise but it made easier what I was about to ask next. “You told me last night that things have not been going that well for you.” He responds by angrily putting his glasses back on the bridge of his nose so I just go on. “I told you that I have been doing quite poorly as well.” “You define ‘poorly’ as being kicked out of your ex-girlfriend’s house into the streets and escaping to Moscow? That sounds like a train wreck.” I cross my hands. Me and my drunk mouth. “I will get my shit together when I get back. But until then…” “Until then what? Are you going to literally wreck this train?” “No. How about we just go for it?” I ask as he sips on his coffee, which he chokes on. “What the fuck are you talking about?” “We are going to be here together a little bit over two weeks. So why don’t we enjoy it a little? I mean… it is just… I…” I cannot help but fumble up my words. “Are you actually asking me if I want to casually hook up with you?” “I never put it like that I…” He shut me up. “That is essentially what you are asking me. I’ve never expected such gayness from you.” He folds his hands across his chest. “I am not gay. I can’t really explain it. Just… neither gender or sex change anything for me in terms of attraction.” “So do you suddenly find me attractive because of a drunk make out session?” “Oh, piss off. You know you are attractive. You don’t need me to confirm it to boost your already overgrown ego.” He blinks at me in pure shock, unable to respond. I realize what came out of my stupid mouth only moments after. I essentially told Baz Pitch that I fancy him. Which is kind of hard to deny from where I am currently sitting. Baz gets up. “I’ve ordered food for us to my compartment for the both of us. I hadn’t expected you to get up. Let’s go.” He just goes on ahead without looking back at me.
Fucking Snow. Fucking Snow. You will be the real death of me. My heart is racing so hard, it feels like it will jump out of my chest. I return to the room without closing the door, waiting for Snow to do it. The food was waiting for us. I lie back down on the bed in exhaustion to ease my killer headache. I feel Snow sit down at the base of the bed and hear him clear his throat. “What?” “Is that a yes?” How in the universe can I reject you when you ask something like that. “Yeah. Fine. Whatever. Probably more fun than reading a book.” I respond without opening my eyes. I somehow did not feel Snow move close enough but suddenly he was kissing me again and I just give up. I wanted this so much.
The 2 weeks seem to have swum by quickly and pleasantly. It was honestly the best time I’ve ever had. Snow practically moved into my room and slept in the same bed as me. Oddly enough, it helped me sleep better than anything that I have ever tried before. It had helped that Snow would let me cuddle up on his chest and steal his warmth. At each stop, we would go to different local attraction together. We would try random food and see different things. The train almost once left without us and we had to run like crazy to get there. It was all very sweet. Having small dinner dates, making out, and snuggling while we sleep. It wasn’t until the half-way point when we reached the Baikal Lake and we went swimming did things move forward. Simon loves swimming and was super enthusiastic about it. When we swam a little too far away, we started making out and then Simon hugged me from shoulder to waist. I felt so weak to that I would have drowned if he hadn’t been holding me. Eventually, he pulled me under water and we just kissed. It was like something out of a stupid romance novel. That evening things were a little less innocent. It went from kissing to mutual masturbation to oral sex very quickly. And Simon was not acting innocent about it as he had managed to sneak away from me and buy condoms. I have fallen much deeper in love. It cannot last but I could have really indulged myself before ending this. It is worth living for but I am delusional to think that he would want to stay with me
We finally arrived at our final destination. Baz had packed up, he told me had an early flight the next day from the airport in Vladivostok. I felt horrible having to leave him. I didn’t want to. It physically hurt me knowing that I wouldn’t see him the next day. That I cannot wake up and kiss him. I was always kind of obsessed with him but this was something else. I needed him so badly that I cannot breathe.
I was going to tell him something but when the train stopped and I woke up, he must have already been at the door with his bag and left right away. It hurt so badly. It felt like nothing like being left by Agatha. I was not okay. I could never chase after him. I couldn’t. I shouldn’t. But such stupid thoughts were not enough to stop me as I ran out of the train and started searching frantically for him.
I was about to leave the railway terminal until something caught my eye. A gorgeous young man dressed in black, looking back at the train. Baz didn’t realize that I ran out looking for him. Maybe I should have reconsidered that he did not want me. Maybe I should have. But I really didn’t.
I ran up to him, he noticed me a little too late, when I already pounced to jump on him. He is not getting away from me. “Baz! What the fuck?!” I yell at him. “Did you need to leave just like that?” “SNOW! You idiot. Did you really need to fucking tackle me?” “Yes, I did.” “What are you doing?!” “Don’t go.” “What are you talking about? This is over. You don’t need me anymore.” I was going to yell but the loudness of my words was lost when I saw his eyes and the tears he was trying to hold back. “Why? Why do you think that I don’t need you anymore?” I ask him. “Why would you?” “Because I… you… just…” “Spit it out.” He yells in frustration. “BECAUSE I LOVE YOU.” I really need to think before yelling. He looked as shocked as he was that night I asked him to spend the trip with me. I was waiting for rejection. Complete annoyance and disgust. I am glad to be wrong sometimes.
Hi! Please, can you do a BTS reaction to their idol gf being in a girl group and the members of this group sing, rap, dance but also play instruments in some performances and some MVs (like AOA)? P.S. their gf is a drummer, dancer and vocalist! :)
A/N: Sure thing! Thank you so much for your request! We hope you enjoy!♡
❤ Kat & Sar💖
BTS Reacts To Their Idol Gf’s Different Talents
Jungkook: Your boyfriendJungkook and his other members were all on a variety show that you were watching on TV. The hosts pose a questions towards Jungkook. “Jungkook, have you seen (Y/N) and her group’s new performance? They looked really good out there!” Jungkook starts to get shy at the mention of your name. The other members start to hoot and holler, playfully shoving their maknae around. He can’t stop smiling, “Yes, I have. They are all so talented!” The ooh’s and aww’s begin once again, and Jungkook starts to blush. “Kookie! Do an impression of (Y/N) performing!” He blushes and smiles even more as he stands up to imitate you on stage. You start to smile at the sight of your adorable boyfriend on TV. Suddenly, he bursts into dance, shaking his hips and wiggling his butt as he smiles shyly at the camera. You burst out laughing. He switches all of sudden, and starts imitating you on the drums, tapping his feet and rocking out on his imaginary instrument. Tears of laughter form in your eyes at the sight of your boyfriend. The rest of BTS as well as the hosts of the show are all cheering him on, laughing as well. Eventually, Jungkook’s impression comes to a halt. He looks at everyone else as he says, “She does it way better than me.” Earning a laugh from everyone. He sits down once again. “I’m so proud of her.” He says nodding. The chorus of aww’s begin once again, “She’s worked so hard, I hope many good things come to her and the other members of the group.” Jungkook smiles once again, looking at the camera. Everyone else nods in agreement. “(group name) Fighting!” Says Jungkook as he smiles into the camera.
Jimin would be backstage at Inkigayo, preparing for BTS’ turn to perform their stage. But when he sees your group on the TV he just has to stop and watch in awe. Jimin would be unable to stop smiling as he watched you. You’d look so beautiful and passionate and you would make him the proudest mochi in the world. During the whole performance he’d turn to other groups backstage, smiling and pointing at the screen. “That’s my girlfriend! Ah why is she so cute!” He would say this many times along with random shouts from watching you. To others he would look absolutely silly with a giant grin never leaving his face and his giggles filling the air. “Is she done? I need to go hug my amazing girlfriend! She did so well!” He’d say, a light blush dusting his cheeks while the other members just laughed, seeing how in love he was with you.
You and your group would be at MAMA and BTS would be sitting in the crowd. All the members would be doing their own things when groups came on. Namjoon would be bobbing his head along to the music, Jungkook would either just be watching or passionately singing along. And your boyfriend, Taehyung, would of course be singing and dancing along to the performances, his rectangular smile constantly appearing. But, when it comes time for your group to come on, he freezes. Instead of dancing along enthusiastically, he stops and stares. He would be left breathless watching you, how you just let the music and dance flow through you, the rest of the world disappearing and only you and the stage existed. Taehyung’s eyes would be wide open, and his mouth would hang open just a little, so enraptured by you. When your performance comes to a close, he would snap out of his reverie. Standing up, he would clap and yell the loudest for you. Watching you walk off, he can’t help but thank his lucky stars that you chose him.
Hoseok: You walk in on your boyfriend on the computer. “What are you doing, Hobi?” You say, teasing him slightly. He was watching one of your performances on Youtube. He giggles, “Look at you! You look so pretty!.” He pauses on a close up of you. You blush, “Stop!” You giggle. “Seriously! And look at this one!” He goes to click on another video and skips to another closeup of you, this time playing the drums. “Wow~! Look at my girlfriend! So pretty~!” He says, fanboying over you. You giggle again, “Am I your bias, then?” He looks at you, “No, my bias is (another member’s name), you’re my bias wrecker.” You playfully gasp and gently punch him on his shoulder. “What?! I’m not your favorite?! How could you~!” You start to jokingly pout and cry. Hoseok laughs and pulls you onto his lap. “I’m joking! You’re my absolute favorite!” You still pretend to be sad, so he clicks on another video of you singing, “Look, look! Awww~! So pretty!” He scrunches up his faces and dramatically clenches his hand over his heart. You giggle and kiss his cheek. “That’s right. I better be your favorite!” You say, laughing. He kisses you back, “You make me so proud!” He hugs you tight, bringing warmth to your heart and a giant smile to your face. “Hobi~!” You say, hugging him back.
You and your group would be preparing for a tour. So, for the past few days you guys hadn’t talked to each other much. He knew that you would be leaving soon, so he decided that he would surprise you by coming to your stage checks. Once he got there, however, he would be the one in for a surprise. He’d never seen you so focused and he would watch how hard you were working to play correctly and hit those hard notes as well as going through the dances with so much energy that it seemed like you guys just started practicing. He watched you in awe, proud of how hardworking you were but still somehow managing to make time for him. Namjoon would smile to himself while continuing to watch you prepare for the tour. When your group was done, he vowed to himself that he would put as much passion into his work as you do before making his way over towards you. He would pull you into a tight hug, not letting go until he was sure you understood how much he loved you.
Yoongi: You and Yoongi are laying in bed. With your head resting on his chest, you two were watching random videos on Youtube on Yoongi’s phone. You two just finished watching a funny cat video, when he starts to type something into the search engine. Curious as to what he was doing, you watched the screen intently. You realize he’s typing the name of your group’s new MV. You let out a small laugh, “What are you up to, Yoongi?” He taps on the thumbnail, prompting the app to begin playing the video. He begins smiling smugly. “Ah, you’re so talented (Y/N). Look at you.” It cuts to a scene of you playing your drums. “Woah~! That look you gave the camera!” He chuckles, squeezing your shoulders a bit. You hide your face in his chest, embarrassed. There was a another shot of you in the video, looking into the camera as you sang. “Ah! That’s not fair, you know! How dare you! My heart hurts now!” “Stop it!” You say, even though you’re clearly smiling. He kisses your forehead, “Seriously though, I’m proud of you, (Y/N)” “Thank you, Yoongi.” You say, hugging him tightly.
Seokjin: You and Jin are in the kitchen cooking up dinner for tonight. You are cutting vegetables as he is stirring the food and adding different seasonings. The TV was playing in the background, and suddenly you hear one of your own songs playing. “Ah! This one is my favorite!” He runs to the living room with an apron around his waist and a spatula in his hand. He starts dancing along with you and your group on TV, singing into his spatula microphone. He even sings along to the fan chants the crowd was making. You were staring at him from the kitchen. “Jin, stop!” You scold. He looks at you, almost a little hurt. You start smiling, walking over to the counter to grab another spatula. “You’re doing it wrong! It’s like this!” You say, walking over to him and showing him the right way. He smiles and laughs, as you two dance your hearts out in your living room.
A/N: So this is my first Thomas fic and it’s really fucking long lol. This takes place in The Scorch and none of it is canon, I just thought it would make for a good story. I could have split it but I said fuck it and just left it as one long story. So I hope y’all enjoy it because it took me a while to get this done. Also, instead of Googling names for different explosive devices, because I’m paranoid lol, I just made up a name so that would be the name in Bold.
Names. They give everyone their identity. Your name is part of who you are. I don’t have a name. Not one that I remember anyway. I was known as Subject 2184, according to WICKED. I have no memory of who I was before they got their hands on me. I spent most of my life locked in the facility.
I’m not sure if you do like one shots or stuff but I had an idea for a soulmate au where someone’s soulmate can feel there pain. Like a a person breaks their foot, their soulmate will feel it to, just not have a broken foot. Image how Clarks soulmate would react with all that stuff. I think it would be cute, but could be kinda angsty. Just an idea. Idc if you do it or not, just thought it was cool. Have a nice day.
Word Count: 9636. Pairings: Clark Kent/Superman x Reader WARNINGS: Lots of swearing. Mentions of: low self-esteem issues, traumas, bullying, weakness complex. Angst (personally, I don’t consider this very angsty but, you need to be warned). Also, I’m sorry for any typos since this was not edited and english is my second language. Author’s Note:Hope this isn’t to cheesy and that you will be able to enjoy it. Also… NINE THOUSAND WORDS IN LESS THAN A WEEK?! That’s a record for me! Anyway, hope you enjoy this and that the anon who requested it isn’t disappointed.
Yes, I totally needed three gifs of Henry Cavill. You did too, don’t deny it.
I hate my
soulmate, that’s for fucking sure. I
totally hate him (or her, you never knew) and I don’t give a single fuck if I
haven’t met him. Also, no, I’m not exaggerating in the slightest and yes, you
can hate someone you haven’t met, thank you very much (and yes, even if it’s
your fucking soulmate, especially
A/N: Sooooo, this is my first smut ever, so don’t kill me if it isn’t good. I don’t know why I chose Tommy, but he was the first one to come to my mind when I thought about writing a smut imagine.
Word count: 2355
Warnings: VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT UNDER THE CUT. Above the cut you are safe. Mentions of alcohol. Fighting. Swearing.
I glance at the clock on the kitchen wall
and sigh, unlocking my phone to check if he has texted me and I haven’t seen
it. No, he hasn’t. He should’ve got here an hour and a half ago and I’m
worried, what if something has happened to him? I’m not the controlling type of
girlfriend, but I decide to text him and check if everything is ok.
you ok?” The moment I send it I feel rather stupid.
doll. Yeah Im fine, y?” He texts back and I let out the air I didn’t
realize I was holding.
should’ve been here by now” I tell him, knowing that I look like an
obsessive girl and he is probably laughing about it.
at Burra’s” And I don’t answer back.
Any other day I’d have been ok with him
spending time with his friends, but not today. Today is our anniversary and he
has forgotten. I’ve spent days preparing our Anniversary dinner and his
present, and he has forgotten all about it. I look at down at my body, feeling
quite embarrassed since I’m only wearing a set of lingerie I’ve bought for
tonight and high heels, what was I thinking? My eyes keep traveling through the
kitchen; the table is set and the candles burning, the lasagna is untouched and
the wine on ice. I’m so fucking stupid. I walk towards the table and blow off
the candles while grabbing the bottle of wine and taking a long ship from it.
We haven’t been fine for a while. Actually,
I haven’t been fine for a while. The day he asked me to move in with him I
almost bursted out of happiness, but moving to Washington has been the
beginning of everything going south. I’m not saying he doesn’t love me, I’m
sure he does, but we don’t really spend much time together. I knew what he does
for living when we started dating, I knew he was going to be busy and travel a
lot, but I was expecting a little more time for just us, not us and the guys.
Right now I just want to drink my feelings away and so I do, drinking the whole
bottle of wine.
“You know what, Tom?” I say, holding the
empty bottle in my hand and walking to the kitchen “Fuck you. Fuck your I love
yous. Fuck your excuses. Fuck your guys nights. Fuck your move in with me” and
I hit the kitchen counter with the bottle, breaking it into a million pieces.
I’m out of control at this point, throwing
around the glasses and plates from the table, grabbing framed pictures of us
and breaking them, the cushions from the couch flying everywhere, his xbox
controllers are now going for a swim in the jug of water… and when I’ve trashed
the place I realize that doing it hasn’t made me feel any better and my arms
and legs are covered in bruises and cuts from the pieces of glass. I need to
calm down so I grab my coat from the entry closet and walk out, going for a
walk in the middle of the night, drunk and wearing a set of lingerie,
stockings, heels and my coat; probably not the smartest idea I’ve had. It is
cold outside and that cools my anger down considerably, I now regret trashing
his house. I walk for what it seems hours and I’m frozen and my feet ache when
I get back to the building, the doorman nodding at me and I give him a shy
smile, I probably look like a mess.
When I walk in the pent house Tom is
standing in the middle of the living room, hands on his hips and radiating
“What the actual fuck, (y/n)?” he yells and
I flinch a little before my own anger makes me brave.
“What, Tom? WHAT?” I answer back, my voice
as loud as his.
“When have you become such a needy bitch,
huh?” He asks. Ouch, that stings.
“Me? Needy?” I laugh at him “When have I
ever been needy? How many times I have stayed here alone while you went out
with your friends? How many times have you stood me up and I haven’t even said
“YOU HAVE TRASHED MY FUCKING PLACE, (Y/N)”
“SO NOW IT IS YOUR PLACE? SO MUCH FOR
PLEASE COME LIVE WITH ME” I scream and I know we are gonna be in trouble with
the neighbors “YOU SHOULD’VE TOLD ME THAT I WAS YOUR FUCKING GUEST”
“DON’T TURN THIS AROUND. YOU ARE THE ONE
WHO HAS DONE THIS”
“BECAUSE YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN OUR FUCKING
ANNIVERSARY, YOU ASSHOLE” and I break down, tears streaming down my face and
onto my coat.
I look up and his red with anger face is
now milky white, his brain running through his calendar. Hit and sunk, Wilson,
hit and sunk. His eyes soften and I can see the guilt on his face, looking
around and connecting the dots together, the wine, the food on the floor, the
glasses, the candles…
“(y/n)… I’m…” I cut him before he can
finish the sentence.
“Don’t say you are sorry, please” I whisper
and I kick out my heels on an attempt of being more stable since my knees feel
like they are going to give in at any second.
“Don’t do that” Tom says, pretty much
running to me and holding me so my feet don’t touch the floor “there are pieces
of glass everywhere…” and I bury my face on his neck as he walks upstairs to
When he walks in and stops death on his
tracks I remember that I had left strawberries and champagne in the room for
what was supposed to be a romantic night.
“God, I’m an idiot” he murmurs to himself
but I hear him.
“That you are” I agree and he moves me in
his arms so now I have to look at him. I want to hide my face but he doesn’t
“I mean it, (y/n). I am so sorry” he tells
me and I believe him, but it’s gonna take a little more than that for me to
forgive him. “I took you from granted and I haven’t realized how lucky I am for
having you until tonight. I love you, I really do”
His words melt my anger and I just nod,
kissing him on the cheek while he wraps his arms around me and hugs me tight.
Notes: don’t worry! It’s not the last part even when it may
seem like it is. I don’t know how many parts there will be but I’ll tell you
when the last part is coming. Thanks to everyone for reading it! Means a lot
guys so thank you so much.
Luckily for you, you didn’t have much time next day to think about your
date with Barry. It actually helped you in order not to get too nervous during
the day. The dark side of it was that all that nervousness appeared the moment
you opened your closet to decide what you were going to wear.
Your first thought, was calling Thea for some advice but you didn’t want
to tell her you had a date. She would tell Oliver and you knew how he would
react. And since it was just a date, you didn’t need your big brother to freak
out like he would do if he knew about it. So you were on your own. The bright
side was that you didn’t need to think too much to go to the Big Belly Burger.
It had to be something normal and casual.
Finally, you came up with a pair of ripped black jeans, a blue top and a
leather jacket, along with your favourite Converse: the white ones. Before you
even noticed, it was almost 7 so you took a little bag and put the phone,
wallet and keys in it before heading out. As you were walking towards the
coffee shop, your nervousness started to grow, which made you feel stupid. You
had only known this guy for a few days, it was impossible to have such a crush
on him. Anyway, there you were, like a fifteen-year-old teenager on her way to
her first date.
By the time you got to your destination, Barry was already waiting at
the door. You were glad to see that he was wearing something as casual as you
were: a sweater, jeans and Converse. He was checking his phone but when he saw
you he smiled and put it in his pocket.
“Am I too late?” You asked as soon as you were in front of him.
“I was early” he smiled. “Are you hungry?” He asked.
“Starving” you admitted.
“Me too” he laughed before you two started walking.
“I’m so happy you guys have Big Belly” you told him.
“Who doesn’t have Big Belly Burger?” He said looking down at you.
“I don’t know…maybe in a parallel universe or something like that” you
shrugged and looked at him to see him smiling like he used to do a lot. Like he
knew something you didn’t. “You always have that look”
“What look?” He asked now confused.
“That look like…you knew something I don’t” you explained.
“Oh” he laughed and shook his head. “I was just thinking. It would be
fun if there were actually parallel universes, right?” He asked.
“You mean like…one where I’m a boy and you’re a girl?” You asked raising
“Well, that would be interesting” he replied with a laugh. “I mean one
when we are…us but with totally different lives and even different
personalities” he explained.
“Sounds interesting actually” you laughed. “You could be the journalist
and I could be the scientist?” You suggested making him laugh.
“That would be fun” he nodded. “Actually…” he said after a few moments
of silence. “I wanted to apologise again. What I did this morning was awful.
Leaving you there without an explanation… I really am sorry” he said looking
down at you.
“Don’t worry about it now, Barry” you smiled with a shrug. “I mean yeah,
it was rude and I thought about killing you but I’m here now, right?” You said.
“And I’m glad you are” he replied.
You looked down to hide your smile from him. The effect he had on you
was incredible. You barely knew the guy and he still could make you blush
easily. It was obvious that there was something about him, something you liked
even unconsciously. But you didn’t really want to overthink it. If you did, you
would screw everything up.
It didn’t take you two much to get to the fast food restaurant. Once you
were inside, he insisted on paying. Actually, he didn’t give you much of a
choice. Before you could do anything, he was already ordering your food with
his wallet out. With a sigh of resignation, you finally told him what you
wanted before looking for a table.
“So…” he said when he went to the table with the tray of food in his
hands. “Bon appetite” he winked
taking a seat.
“You didn’t have to pay” you said rolling your eyes.
“I wanted to” he shrugged.
“Thank you” you said.
He smiled at you before taking his burger and unwrapping it, while you
took a sip from your drink.
“So…” he said after a while. “What about you?” He asked looking at you.
“What about me?” You laughed confused.
“You’re new here, nobody knows you…” he shrugged. “What brought you
here? I’ve heard journalism school in Star City is good as well”
“Let’s say that Star City is not the safest city at the moment” you
replied. You wasn’t willing to give away personal information. At least about
what he was asking.
“You have the Green Arrow” he commented.
“You have The Flash” you replied back, making him laugh. “I don’t
know…so many things have happened there in so little time that I didn’t feel
safe anymore. I wanted a fresh start” you shrugged.
“What about your family?” He frowned. “Are they ok with this?”
“They’ll come around” you laughed. “My sister is really supportive. My
brother, on the other hand, is still trying to wrap his head around this” you
“So a brother and a sister?” You nodded with a smile. “Older?”
“How did you know?” You laughed surprised.
“Intuition I guess” he shrugged.
“Well, Mr. Intuition” you said sarcastic, “you’re right. I’m the
youngest one. That’s why they’re protective over me. The only difference is
that my sister knows I will do whatever I want to, despite what they think, so
she supports me”
“Sounds like an agreement” he commented.
“A great one” you smiled. “What about you?” You asked.
“Well…my parents…died” he said. You bite your lip as he said that,
feeling so sorry for him but, at the same time, knowing exactly what he meant.
“So I was raised by Joe, you met him at the station. He’s like a father to me”
he smiled a little.
Just by the way he talked about the detective you knew how much he loved
him. It was obvious he was his family.
“What?” He chuckled.
“Nothing” you said shaking your head. “I’m just glad you had someone to
look after you when your parents…you know…”
“Yeah…me too. He and Iris are my family” he shrugged.
“Iris?” You asked.
“She’s the friend I told you who is a journalist” he explained.
“Oh yeah, I remember” you said.
For some reason, you felt a bit of jealousy when he talked about Iris,
which made you feel so stupid. You didn’t even know her! You had no reason to
be jealous of a girl you didn’t know. Yet, there you were, wishing he was
talking about you the way he talked about her.
“You like her, don’t you?” You asked.
“What?” He asked looking at you and then laughed. “No…” he shook his
head. “There was a time, a long time, when I had feelings for her. But it was a
long time ago” he said.
You were about to say something when suddenly his phone started ringing.
He looked at the ID and excused himself for a moment saying it was from work.
When he got up you kept on eating your burger as you thought about this Iris.
It was obvious she meant a lot to him so you were finding hard to believe that
there was just a friendship there actually.
After a while you looked around trying to see Barry since it had been a
while since he got up to talk on the phone, but he was nowhere to be seen. You
peaked outside but he wasn’t there either. Where was he? You got up and asked
the cashier if she had seen the guy you were with.
“He went out talking on the phone and the he left” she shrugged.
Left? With a frown, you walked outside and looked around trying to see
him but he wasn’t there. You tried calling him but you were sent to his
voicemail. It had to be a joke. He had actually left you again and this time it
had been during an actual date. You just couldn’t believe it.
Trying to keep it cool, you took your things and left the restaurant to
go home. It wasn’t until you had been walking for some minutes that you
realised that you actually didn’t really know how to get home from there. Just
fucking great. Not only had he left you, but thanks to him you were completely
You were going to kill him.
It took you three hours to get to your apartment and by the time you
walked through the door, you were completely freezing and wishing you knew your
address so you could have called a taxi. You took a hot shower and, after
drying your hair, you went straight to bed, trying not to think about Barry
Allen which turned out to be complicated.
You couldn’t believe he had left you alone twice in the same day. He
looked like a decent guy but obviously you were completely wrong. You were a
fool. Eventually, you fell asleep feeling disappointed and sad, ignoring
completely the buzzing of your phone, supposing it was him.
When you woke up in the morning and saw the text you had from Oliver, your
whole world trembled for a moment: Thea
is at hospital. Immediately, you got dressed, took the car
and made your way back to your city. Maybe you had class, maybe you had to talk
to Barry, but it was your sister we were talking about, you didn’t need to
there! I was wondering if I could request some domestic Yoongi? I read a
lot of great smut fics (yours included) but I’m really feeling gross
and fluffy haha! I love your writing keep up the great work!
Your husband Yoongi takes a trip to the store with your 1 year old son and get’s a little confused when it comes to buying diapers!
Language Note: Yeobo = a term of endearment used usually between married couples. Translates as something like “honey” ^_^
Pushing the trolley-cart with your 1 year old son Shiwoo
safely strapped in, Yoongi made his way down the supermarket aisles while doing
the weekly grocery shop. Usually, it would have been you in place of him, but
today you were currently attending a busy meeting at your company, so your
lovely husband volunteered himself to do it for you seeing as it was his day
off. “How hard could it be?” he
thought while on his way to the store – just a 10 minute walk on foot from your
house with Shiwoo cooing and laughing in his buggy, strolling along and having
the time of his life with his Daddy.
“Okay…we got all of the food…now we just need to get
your diapers and baby mush, little man” Yoongi reached into the baby seat in
the trolley, ruffling Shiwoo’s thick, black hair and beaming down into his
brown eyes that he often compared to as ‘huge saucers’ from his Mummy. Shiwoo
gurgled back in delight, making incoherent sounds and words up into Yoongi’s
face while grabbing his own toes and playing with them, making Yoongi’s heart
swell in his chest as he turned the corner down into the baby aisle.
“This should only take us a few minutes, then we can go home
and start making dinner for when Mummy gets back. You’ll help me, right Shiwoo?”
Yoongi cooed, making kissy faces down into his son’s face and proceeding to
engage in baby talk that no other person could understand unless they
themselves were a parent also. Yoongi was under the impression that buying the necessary
baby items would have been a piece of cake, but upon taking a closer look at
all of the brands of diapers, he began to lose hope.
“What’s the difference between the pink ones and the blue
ones? Is it stupidly gender related? But wait…why are there yellow ones too?”
he said out loud, causing several passing mothers with their babies to look at
him and giggle silently before going about their business. He took no notice
however, being so engrossed in trying to figure out and remember which ones you
usually bought. He stood up, pulling the shopping list out of his pocket and
looked down to see just ‘diapers’ written underneath ‘pureed baby food – red jars’.
He put his hand to the back of his neck, rubbing it while furrowing his
eyebrows together. He had never even thought about having to decide between
different brands – did Shiwoo need extra dryness protection? Or did he need
longer lasting soft comfort? Did it matter what colour they were? Yoongi let
out a disgruntled sigh, letting his jaw go slack while slightly pouting his
lips together – the face he often made when he was frustrated or irritated; the
face you so happened to fall in love with. He decided that enough was enough,
pulling his phone out of his pocket and leaning over the handle of the trolley,
letting Shiwoo play with his free hand as he dialled your number – praying that
you would at least be out of the meeting by now.
“Thank you very much Mr. Tomille – I’ll be sure to send that
email as soon as I get home! Have a safe journey” you waved your associate off
as he got into his car with his assistant. It had been a long three hour
meeting filled with headaches and lots of disagreements, but you really pulled
through for your team and secured a great deal for your division – making you
feel on top of the world as everyone congratulated you. You made your way back
into your office, picking up your handbag and coat to walk out of the door,
when you seen that you had 4 missed calls from Yoongi.
“Oh shit” you breathed out, feeling panic set in as you
fumbled to call him back. Your mind immediately went to the worst possible
thing that could have happened and believed it to be true as you heard the call
pick up on the other end.
“Yeobo, are you okay? Is Shiwoo okay? What’s wrong?” you stammered,
feeling your heart thump in your chest as you began quickly walking out the
front door of your office building on to the street.
“Everything’s fine (Y/N), don’t worry. We’re still at the
supermarket” you heard him say calmly along with the faint familiar sound of
the bustling store in the background. You breathed a heavy sigh of relief,
feeling the state of panic slowly departing from your body as you unlocked your
car doors and got in to the drivers seat, taking your heels off and replacing
them with flat shoes for driving.
“You’re still at the store? Why? Sorry for not answering you
but I was still in the meeting.” You said as you hooked your Bluetooth piece to
your ear and set the phone in the handset, hearing Shiwoo gurgling from the
other side of the phone and smiling to yourself.
“Okay, this is gonna sound so stupid but what diapers am I
supposed to get for our Shiwoo? There’s like, a billion different kinds here.
Why are there so many?” he chuckled, making you laugh out loud at how cute your
husband was. You imagined the look on his face upon being overwhelmed by so
many diaper brands while he asked Shiwoo for his advice on which ones to get.
“Oh baby, I should have been more specific in my note. Get
the ‘Huggies’ brand – the ‘extra dry more play’ box. They’re white with blue
stripes on the edges. Can you see them?”
Yoongi looked around for a few seconds, before spying the
correct box that was sitting in front of him the entire time as he looked back
at Shiwoo who was as usual, giving him a beaming, gummy smile.
“I got them yeobo, thanks! Alright, we’re gonna finish up
here and we should be home soon. Where are you?” he stood up, flinging the
diapers into the trolley before reaching over to the other side of the aisle
and grabbing the baby food.
“I’m on my way back now. See you at home?” you smiled,
hearing Yoongi’s deep chuckle as you stopped at a red light, watching 5 or 6
school kids walking across the road on their way home from school. Your heart
surged in your chest at the thought of having more babies with Yoongi and being
able to watch them walking to and from school by themselves in the future that
you almost began crying right then and there.
“Yeah, but don’t even think about starting dinner when you
get in. Me and Shiwoo are making you jjigae tonight – so just put your feet up
and be ready for our kisses when we get home” he said softly into the phone
as he curled his finger underneath Shiwoo’s chin, tickling him and making him
giggle. You took off again once the light turned green, smiling with gross,
unbelievable endearment for your sweetheart of a husband as you nodded and
“Alright then, I’ll let you two boys do all the work then. I
could get used to this you know” you replied playfully, hearing Yoongi giggle
as he approached the checkout to pay for all the groceries.
If I would’ve known Bucky had felt this way about me I
would’ve trained with him a long time ago because I’ve gotta admit Bucky is the
best I’ve had in a long time.
When we got into the shower and I started the water he
couldn’t stop touching me. Was I still sore? Yeah from both the sparring with
Bucky and Nat and now whatever that was with Bucky in his room.
I’m not gonna rush things with him because I actually really
like him and I don’t wanna scare him away like I know he said he liked me too
but what if all that was just to have sex with me I’m not going to go into this
full hearted just to have him turn me away
I wish I could say that, like a thousand bad romance novels, Mulder and I ripped each others clothes off with an insatiable need to finally fully own each other, that seven years of enduring friendship, of care and of protection was eclipsed by a raw animalistic need for each other.
But in actuality, what we found instead was better; a hundred times better than every fantasy I have ever allowed myself to imagine with this man and over the years I think I have probably imagined every scenario, every position, every touch that could be conceivably be played out – and yes, including the one we found ourselves in. Safe and warm, cocooned against the elements, laid naked and golden in front of a glowing log fire whilst the snow fell silently and thickly outside, watching the orange light dance over his skin, casting flickering shadows that reflected back at me from his eyes; those limitless pools of intensity that pulled me towards him without us even having to utter a word.