i saw them understand each other

Your True Self

Summary: The reader is one of the few people that is close with Loki while he stays with the Avengers, which causes her to fall deeply in love with him. After talking with Steve, Bucky, and Thor the reader finally feels confidant enough to make a move. 

Word Count: 5383

Authors note: Playful Loki is the BEST Loki! Get ready for this beautiful mixture of smut and fluff…this ones gonna HURT!

You were currently sitting in the living room of Stark Towers, for once all of you were able to enjoy a free day. Things were slow and before they got to 100 miles per hour again, you all were determined to enjoy it…even The God Of Mischief.

Loki was still relatively knew to your group, and only you and Thor seemed to be able to get along with him. You didn’t know what it was, but when it came to Loki you just couldn’t help yourself.

Maybe it was the beautiful contrast between his pale skin and raven hair, or the way his intense blue eyes seemed to stare into your soul. It could be that infamous smirk of his, and how good it felt to be the cause of it.


Whatever it was, you had it bad. It wasn’t that you were inexperienced, but rather just shy…and the man was a god. You were just a mere mortal who happened to be able kick ass, but you didn’t have any special powers.

These types of thoughts stopped you from letting your feelings be known, but that didn’t mean your friends remained in the dark about them. Everyone seemed to pick up on them, even Thor himself.

Thor had become an extremely close friend to you, and you embraced each others positivity and good heartedness. Whenever he saw the affect his brother had over you he would just laugh, “ I don’t understand you mortals, why do you hide your feelings?”.

You would just roll your eyes, “ Easier said than done coming from a literal god…I’m just me..”. His mood would shift when he heard you talk badly about yourself, it saddened him. He wished so badly for you to see yourself the way others saw you..the way his brother saw you.

Trust and friendship did not come easily to Loki, but they came easily with you. That was a miracle in itself, and Thor hated that you couldn’t realize it. Thor would turn to face you, always making sure you looked into his eyes for this was a serious matter.

He’d place a hand on your shoulder, “ A title like that means nothing, it is your actions that define you nothing else. Your actions make you a remarkable woman (y/n), it is a great misfortune that you cannot see that…at least my brother does”.

With that he would leave you alone with your thoughts, refusing to meddle any further. Thor loved you deeply, and he knew how lucky he was to have a friend like you.

Knowing that someone like you cared for his brother filled him with immense joy, if only you would act on your feelings. Despite what Thor told you, it was hard to see yourself how he saw you.

Currently you were in the kitchen talking with Steve and Bucky while the rest of the group hung out in the living room. Both the boys were arguing over who could make the best grilled cheese.

Bucky claiming that Steve “might’ve been frozen too long because his memory is damn wrong”. You sat there on one of the countertops, enjoying the bickering and teasing. Steve rolled his eyes, but laughed at Bucky’s comment.

He pointed the spatula at him, “ You and I both know I make the best grilled cheese in all of Brooklyn, Buck”. God they could argue over anything, but it was always lighthearted topics.

Things like, “ Who rode the Thunderbolt longest at Coney Island as kids” or even, “Who knew episodes of The Lone Ranger better”. You were just thankful that there was never any real fights between them.

Bucky was already getting the cheese and butter out of the fridge, “ Maybe that’s what you tell yourself to sleep at night…”. You laughed loudly at that, he was getting so into this. Steve grabbed the bread and pans, placing them next to the stove.

Suddenly both men turned to you, and you already knew what they were going to ask. Bucky spoke up first, “Why don’t we have our little (y/n) here be the judge!”. In hopes to get you on his side he finished his sentence with a wink.

Steve rolled his eyes, “ You’re barking up the wrong tree Buck, we both know who (y/n) has her eyes on”. You watched the smirk form upon Bucky’s lips, remembering your apparent crush for a certain Asgardian.

Trying to keep your cool you said, “ Right now I’d rather have my eyes on the best grilled cheese in all of New York, if either of you fools can make it”. They both pretended to be hurt by your comment, but the smirk only left Bucky’s face for a moment.

He raised an eyebrow, “ So what does it for you? The dark hair…the accent…his huge-”. Steve slapped Bucky behind the head, stopping his friend while he was ahead.

Bucky put his hands up defensively, “ I was going to say scepter, Captain Dirtymind”. Once again you found yourself laughing, you were lucky to have the friends you did. As if on cue Loki walked into the kitchen, maybe he was the god of bad timing.

Based off of the knowing glances both super soldiers were giving you, you were already blushing before Loki even said anything. He walked over to you with a book in his hand, “ Hello love, hungry are we?”.

You stood there for a moment without saying anything, your mind automatically drifting to more dirtier places. The sound of Bucky holding back a giggle behind you brought you back.

Smiling you said, “ I was going to see which one of these idiots could make the better grilled cheese”. You turned around briefly shooting daggers at both men, while they stood there smirking.

Since you were turned around you couldn’t see the smirk plastered across Loki’s face. He knew full well the innuendo he’d just said, and he knew why Bucky was laughing.

Loki questionably repeated the word, “ Grilled cheese?”. And you smiled realizing he had no idea what that meant. Steve spoke up, “ It’s a type of food here, that I just so happen to be the best at making”. For affect he turned to Bucky, a smug look plastered across his face.

You were eager to change topics, “ How’s the book coming along, do you like it?”. Loki shared your love of reading, and you’d actually got him to start reading one of your favorite books.

You’d given him your personal copy of, “ Cat’s Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut” will all your favorite quotes underlined. He smiled, “ American authors write quite differently than Asgardians, I’m afraid most references go over my head”.

He watched that beautiful smile of yours fade away, and realized what he said might’ve come across wrong. Quickly he added, “ Would you mind explaining some of it too me love?”. Watching your smile form again made him just as happy, although he kept that to himself.

You got so excited, “ Are you sure?! I don’t want to bore you and-”. Loki laughed lightly knowing that was something you could never do. Holding your gaze he said, “ I find your passion for things quite intriguing darling”.

His words sent shivers down your spine, especially when he called you things like “love” or “darling”. Smiling you asked, “Usual place and usual time or for once will you actually get some sleep?”.

Loki laughed at your little joke, a smile forming upon his own lips. Before turning to exit the kitchen he said, “ I was thinking my room would be better, that way I can finally share one of my favorites with you”.

You nodded your head, way to excited for words to form. Once again he smirked, the effect he had over you was so thrilling for him. With that, he was gone, off to wander the halls until you’d find him later.

As you turned around you saw both Steve and Bucky smirking again. Steve smiled, “Usual place..usual time?”. You mentally slapped yourself for letting them hear that.

Bucky raised his eyebrows suggestively, “ Oh no Steve, he wants to show her something in his room maybe his-”. Once again Steve slapped Bucky behind the head, not wanting this teasing to make you feel too uncomfortable.

Bucky nodded his head, “Okay that time I wasn’t going to say scepter”. This caused you and Steve to crack up laughing. Steve’s expression softened, “I think he really cares for you (y/n) I mean have you even seen him be that inviting with any of us?”.

Steve had a valid point, it did take a lot for Loki to open up. Thinking out loud you said, “Maybe Thor is right…”. Both men looked to each other, and then back at you. Bucky’s eyes widened, “ Doll don’t tell me HIS OWN BROTHER said he had feelings for you!!”.

You hushed Bucky, not wanting the rest of the group to hear what you’d been talking about. Steve spoke up, “If Thor said something to you (y/n) then it has to be true..he knows his brother better than anyone”.

You started to blush finding yourself finally seeing the truth in Thor’s words. Looking up you said, “Okay maybe Thor has mentioned it a couple times but-”. Bucky’s jaw dropped, and Steve was just as shocked.

Bucky looked at you, “ But what?! Please don’t tell me it’s what I think it is..”. You avoided his gaze, letting him know what he was thinking was right. Steve knew what it was too, “You have no reason to be insecure (y/n), you’re one of the most incredible women I know”.

Bucky walked over to you, taking your hand in his. He made you do a spin, “You’re a bombshell doll, start to believe it”. Once again you found yourself smiling and thanking the universe for putting these people into your life.

Steve added, “ We love you and we wouldn’t lie to you, you have NO reason to be the slightest bit insecure…you don’t realize the way he looks at you”. You were confused, and raised an eyebrow.

Bucky rolled his eyes, “ Doll the way he smirks at you is sinful, I only know because I’ve been known to give a couple special women that look myself”. Rolling your eyes you ignored the second part of his comment.

He continued, “ I know desire (y/n), and it’s in his eyes everytime he looks at you”. This many of your closest friends wouldn’t give you false confidence, so what they were saying had to be true.

Smiling you said, “ I love you guys, and I promise I’ll judge your contest later, I have to go get ready”. Bucky cheered while Steve stood there with a look of happiness all over his face. Finally his best friend was going to get the love she deserved.

You quickly left the room which meant you couldn’t see the stares the rest of the room had given Bucky from his cheering. Clint casually said, “ Is (y/n) finally going to make a move on Horns?”.

Bucky nodded his head to which Nat responded with, “ Finally…by the way Stark you owe me $20”. Tony grumbled but handed Natasha the money, causing the room to look at her confusingly.

She smirked, “ What? Tony said it would take (y/n) another month, and I guessed it would be by the end of this week”.  Steve gave Nat his best, “disappointed dad” look.

Sam grinned, “ Look the money was going towards a good cause, and Barnes you owe me $15”. Steve looked to his best friend, who pulled out the money from his pocket. Shocked Steve asked, “ You too?”.

Bucky shrugged his shoulders, “ Hey at the end of the day (y/n)’s the one getting laid, so who cares”. Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, god his friends were idiots…but their good intentions made up for it.

After the kitchen you went directly to you room, wanting to quickly get ready to meet with Loki later. You weren’t going crazy, not even wearing makeup, but you did wanna freshen up.

Before you’d shower you wanted to pick out your clothes for meeting him. You knew green was his favorite color, and man did you have a surprise for him. Nat had insisted you’d buy this dark green bra and panty set.

It was a mixture of green lace patterns and see through mesh. The underwear were high-waisted, but the see through mesh showed a lot of skin tastefully. It showed off your curves beautifully.

You decided that for clothes you would go the simple route. A pair of leggings and a white off the shoulder top, simple but beautiful. You wore your favorite necklace, it had been a gift from Steve.

Surprisingly it was a gold choker with about five stars that dangeled. You loved that he had taken the time to pick it out, giving you proof that chivalry wasn’t dead. Of course feetwise you’d only be wearing a pair of your favorite fuzzy socks.

Loki always found them amusing from the first night he saw you wandering the halls wearing them. You’d had a cup of tea in one hand, and a book in the other. Your hair had been tied up, but strands still covered your face.

He loved how disheveled you look, truth be told his mind drifted immediately. When you noticed him you smiled, “ Can’t sleep either?”.

Loki never forgot how you weren’t scared of him, or cold, like everyone else had been. You were kind and inviting, something he wasn’t used too. Smiling he answered, “ I’m afraid I never get much sleep love”.

Raising a brow you asked, “ Why is that?”. You seemed so concerned for him, something else he hadn’t expected. Walking closer to you he pointed to his head, “ Nightmares, strange how no bit of magic can seem to cure them”.

You stepped closer to him as well, “ Well I’m guessing wandering around alone at night doesn’t help…I always need to be with someone when I get them”. His expression softened, was this an offer?

You added, “ Buck’s the same way…total cuddler…but don’t let him know I told you he’d kill me”. Loki laughed softly, you were already so trusting. He said, “ Well that must make you a good lover”.

You snorted…lover that was a hilarious idea. He looked confused so you explained, “Bucky’s one of my bestfriends..I love him but not like that”. As you spoke you found yourself walking closer to him.

He raised an eyebrow, “Are there that many types of love for you Midgardians?”. That was when you remembered how tough Loki’s life had been, you doubted he knew any type of love.

Smiling you said, “If you’re one of us there is…and you seem to be working on it”. As he listened to you a smile formed upon his lips. Talking to you was like a breath of fresh air.

You added, “ If you ever want to wander the halls together I wouldn’t mind”. You never understood how you were so daring, but maybe it had to do with the fact that it was the middle of the night.

Loki smiled again, “ I’ll have to take you up on that offer, but I can tell that tonight you desire sleep”. You were extremely tired, and talking to him had calmed your nerves. With a glimmer in your eyes you responded with, “ You better be serious Loki”.

He laughed lightly, “ I shall come find you tomorrow night love, I promise”. To some a promise from the God of Mischief probably meant nothing, but you trusted him. Smirking you said, “ And if you break it I’m afraid you’ll be to dead for sleep anyways”.

You parted your separate ways, but not before seeing a smirk form upon his lips. Loki thought to himself, “ Oh this shall be fun”. That was the start of whatever was currently happening between you both.

After laying out your clothes you jumped into the shower. The warm water felt wonderful on your skin, calming any nerves you had. You lathered yourself up with your favorite body wash; a mixture of lavender and lilac.

You made sure that every part of you body was freshly shaven and soft. Your hair looked extremely silky and smelt heavenly. This all made you feel extremely beautiful.

By the time you were actually ready an over hour had passed. As you looked at yourself in the mirror you smiled, being you was good enough. For once, you confidently made your way towards Loki’s room.

So many thoughts filled your head that you’d become distracted. While turning the corner you knocked into a very strong body, as you looked up you realized it was Thor. With ease he lifted you up, “ Sorry (y/n), you seem quiet distracted though..”.

He took in your appearance and smiled when he noticed your socks. Smirking he asked, “Going to find my brother are you?”. You blushed wondering how he’d known, what could’ve given it away?

With a hearty laugh he explained, “My brother had mentioned his love for your…fuzzy socks?”. Looking down at your feet you smiled, and Thor realized he had gotten the work right. He added, “ Steve also told me of your encounter earlier in the kitchen”.

Looking up at Thor you smiled, “Loki said he wanted to share one of his favorite books with me”. Thor’s smile only grew, that was a big thing for his brother. Quickly you added, “I finally trust what you’ve been telling me Thor..that he cares for me”.

His eyes lit up when he realized what you’d said. Taking your hand in his he said, “ It warms me to know that you finally see your true self”. You hugged Thor, and smiled when he wrapped his arms around you.

Softly you said, “ Thank you for not giving up on me”. Thor only hugged you tighter, wanting his love to be known. When he let you go he said one last thing, “Thank you for not giving up on my brother”.

You continued to make your way towards Loki’s room, your heart now filled with love. You knocked on the door to which Loki said, “ Come in love”. Loki’s room was not what you’d thought it would be.

It was extremely simple, the more extravagant things being his extensive bookshelf, and overlook of the city. Instantly you walked over to the huge window, staring out into the night.

You would’ve forgot where you were had he not come up behind you, “Beautiful isn’t it?”. As you turned your head you realized he was standing directly next to you, shoulders touching.

He continued, “ I didn’t expect to find it so enchanting, but there’s so much more complexity here than Asgard”. You’d never been to Asgard, but from what Thor had told you it seemed beautiful.

Reading your mind he said, “Asgard is beautiful, but Midgard is so free..people aren’t just confined to one single planet”. You’d never thought of it like that, the only people to travel in Asgard had to be high authority.

Turning to him you said, “ I guess my escape is reading, which I’m guessing you share”. As he looked at you, he smiled again. He walked over to his bookshelf, “ When I was confined to my cell reading kept me sane…as sane as I could be”.

You followed him, “ I can’t imagine the toll that must’ve had on you Loki..”. No one had ever had that reaction, no one had ever considered his burdens. His fingers skimmed the books before finding the one he wanted.

Still not facing you he said, “ The price to pay for the crimes I’ve committed I assume”. When he finally turned around to look at you, immediately you saw the hurt in his eyes.

Walking closer to him you said, “ To live your entire life feeling like there was this part of you that made you not belong is an awful thing to go through”. His lips parted, but no words came out.

You continued, “Not to overstep my boundaries, but I don’t agree with a lot of things the All-father has done. He should’ve never hid the truth from you, or pin you against Thor, it shouldn’t be the case that only one can rule…but despite all this Loki I don’t think you’ve become an awful person”.

He thought he might drop the book he’d been holding, no one had ever spoke to him like this. It was like you were reading his thoughts, looking at what hurt him the most.

For once Loki struggled to find words, “ I didn’t think anyone could look past the awful things I’ve done”. Without even realizing he’d been walking towards you.

Holding his gaze you said, “You’ve made mistakes, but that doesn’t mean you should be condemned for them…people can always grow”. You shared such a unique perspective on life, and he now saw why Thor liked you so much.

Laughing softly he said, “If only others shared the same outlook that you do…the world would be different”. By now you were only a foot or so from each other, the closest you’d ever been.

Loki noticed you biting your lip, “ What is troubling you (y/n)?”. You had heard that Loki had a true form and you often wondered what it looked like. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

Taking a step closer to him you asked, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable Loki, but I’ve often wondered what your true form looks like..if you don’t want to show me I won’t be hurt”.

From everything you’d been through, he trusted you. He took your hands in his, their coolness refreshing. Loki softly said, “ Close your eyes love”. No matter how much he trusted you, he was scared you wouldn’t like his true form.

A moment later he asked you to open your eyes, and you were mesmerized. His skin was a beautiful dark blue with light blue patterns all over it, his eyes a deep shade of red.

Instinctually your started to trace the pattern on his neck, and blushed when you realized what you’d done. Blushing you said, “I’m sorry..it’s just…your skin is so beautiful..”. His jaw dropped, beautiful?

Raising an eyebrow he asked, “ You don’t find me frightening?”.  You couldn’t help but giggle, how could he be frightening? Smiling you said, “ Loki that’s the last thing I’d ever think of you”.

You watched him process your words, seeing him smile when he finally trusted them. You added, “ If you felt comfortable enough you could remain in your true form every time you’re around me”.

His smile grew, “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known (y/n)”. Holding his gaze was too much, so you turned your head to the side. He placed two fingers under your chin, turning you head to him.

Now that you held his gaze he said, “I care deeply for you (y/n) and now I know you feel the same”. You wanted to faint, he admitted his feelings for you. You no longer felt nervous, you were ready.

Placing a hand on his chest you said, “ I love you Loki, for who you are”. He moved his hands to rest on your hips, bringing your body closer to his. Leaning forward he kissed you passionately, his grip on your hips pressing your body into his.

You eased into the kiss, moving on hand to grip his hair on the back of his neck. Just as soon as it had started Loki stopped it, “ I didn’t mean to be so forward love…I just-”.

Smirking you asked, “ I thought the god of Mischief always took what he wanted”. You watched his lips shift into a smirk, and there was a different look in his eyes.

Loki looked at you like you a predator looks at prey, and it made you core ache. His voice was low, “Are you teasing me my pet?”. The way his words rolled off his tongue made you want to moan.

He began to kiss slowly up your neck, taking his time. Loki wanted to leave his mark on you, let the world know he loved you and you were his. He began to nibble on the area below your ear, “I do love you (y/n)”.

Loki began to kiss back down your neck, “ I love the way your breath hitches when I find the slightest ways to touch you..the way your eyes seem to beg me to claim you as mine..is that what you want darling?”.  

By now Loki had picked you up, carrying you to his bed. He laid you on your back, and hovered over you by propping himself up with his elbow.

Loki helped you take off your shirt, “Do you want everyone to know that you are mine? That those pretty noises coming out from your lips are my doing?”. You were already so needy, and he had barely been touching you.

When Loki noticed what you’d been wearing under your clothes he groaned loudly, licking his lips. His smirk was sinful, “You shall be the death of me love”. You sat there, anticipation stopping you from saying anything else.

Loki snapped his fingers, “ Normally I’d love to rip your clothes off of you, but I’m afraid you’ve made me very impatient”. Not only were you left in your undergarments, but Loki was now only left in his.

The light blue patterns continued all over his chest and legs, and you were mesmerized. Bringing a hand to his chest you traced the patterns once again, and for a moment love replaced the lust in his eyes.

Loki couldn’t contain himself anymore, he picked you up once again making you straddle him. His back pressed against the headboard, and his hands on your hips. Looking down at him you said, “I think I can work with impatience”.

Once again he brought his lips to yours, kissing you fevioriusly. You couldn’t help but grind yourself against him, causing him to moan throughout the kiss.

Loki moved his hands to undo your bra, letting it fall slowly off your body. Without hesitation he brought his mouth to suck on one breast, his hand massaging the other.

He teased your sensitive nipples by dragging them lightly between his teeth, and then flicking them with his tongue. Moaning you begged, “ Loki please I need more”.

He moved his free hand down to tease your clit through the fabric of your panties, his cold fingers an amazing contrast to the heat of your area. Loki moaned realizing how wet you were, “These are soaked darling, such a good little pet”.

You began to grind yourself against his fingers, needing any sort of friction. Loki laughed softly, “So needy for me”. With a snap of his fingers nothing separated your bodies anymore.

He teased you further by rubbing circles around your clit, his cold fingers sending shivers down your spine. Moaning loudly you said, “That feels…so..good”.

Had your eyes not been closed you would’ve seen his smirk, “ Perks of being a Frost Giant darling”. The coldness seemed to tease you more, and you’d never felt anything like it.

It made you so needy, “ Please Loki I-”. He stopped what he was doing with his hand, and you finally felt his hard member pressing against you.

Loki smirked when he saw you taking in his size, “That’s just a perk of being me love”. So Bucky was right…he did have a huge…scepter. Everything about the man was amazing.

Your brought your hand down to slowly pump him, “ What happened to impatience love”. Loki smiled hearing you tease him, mocking his tone.

You moved your body down, your face inches from his member. No sly comment left his lips, he needed you just as badly as you needed him. Slowly you licked up his member, watching his pupils dilate.

When you got to his tip you flicked your tongue over it causing his breath to hitch. Finally you took him into your mouth, taking as much as you could. Loki moaned loudly feeling himself hit the back of your throat.

To his dismay you changed positions. Now you moved your mouth to lick the underneath of his balls, knowing that it was a very sensitive area. Loki moaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

It was your turn to smirk sinfully, and it felt good. You moved to take him into your mouth again but Loki pulled your body up. His voice was needy, “If you do that again this will be over before it has begun”.

With one hand Loki slowly pressed himself up and down your slit, “And it’s much more pleasurable this way”. His eyes seemed to search yours for any remaining doubts, he didn’t want to rush you.

You took his face in both your hands, “Loki I am yours”. That was all he needed to hear, slowly he inserted himself inside of you. Your walls stretched around him, causing you both to moan.

You started to bounce up and down, loving the feeling of him going in and out of you. Loki moved his hands to your hips again, guiding you. He moved you forward and backward, riding him.

In between thrusts he said, “You look so beautiful like this (y/n)”. With your hands holding onto his shoulders you leaned forward, letting him go deeper inside of you. With each thrust he was hitting your g-spot.

This angel gave him the perfect opportunity to suck your breasts again, giving you even more pleasure. The chill of his mouth against your hot skin made your pleasure only intensify.

Together your bodies moved as one, needing each other badly. This was all becoming too much, “Loki I’m so close”. You felt yourself right on the edge.

Loki was panting, “Tell me whos you are love”. You didn’t know if you could even speak right now, you only seemed to be able to moan. Picking up the pace Loki repeated himself, “Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good”.

Loudly you screamed, “Loki…you are Loki…fuck”. Somehow he went even deeper and faster, and you knew you couldn’t hold back. Loki nearly growled, “Cum for me (y/n) cum for me right now”.

His words pushed you over the edge, your orgasm now washing over you. It felt like a tsunami that started at your core and caused wave after wave of pleasure to crash throughout your body.

All you could do was moan his name, you were screaming it out. As Loki felt your walls clench around him, he was pushed over the edge. He’d never felt anything like this before, it was so intense.

Loki came just as hard, yelling out you name. Together you rode out your orgasms, wanting this feeling to last forever. Neither of you had felt something this good.

When Loki finally opened his eyes and saw how disheveled you looked he found his heart swelling with love again. Looking deeply into your eyes he said, “I love you so deeply (y/n) and as long as I live you shall be mine and I yours”.

This time when you brought your lips to his the kiss was slow, as if you both wanted to remember this moment forever. You felt him smile against your lips, and you laughed softly.

You rested ontop of his chest as he asked, “What is so amusing darling?”. You looked up into his eyes again, he was still in his true form. Smiling you said, “ I just can’t believe how lucky I am to have you Loki”.

He kissed your forehead softly, “And I the same”. For once Loki felt at peace enough to finally get some rest, the rise and fall of your chest calming him.

He closed his eyes, shocked when only good thoughts crossed his mind. Although magic couldn’t fix his nightmares, maybe your love had been the answer. Loki fell fast asleep, not questioning it further.

Allure Korea July 2017 | Lee Jinki

(T/N: Please note that there might be something lost / errors in the translation. Thank you and enjoy!)

Q: This is your last night in Maldives. What are the most memorable things?
Onew:
First is playing outside. The nature is very very beautiful. Thanks to the villa I’m staying in I could see the ocean just by sitting leisurely, and I also could see it just by opening the curtain. In the morning or at night, my mind got calm when I saw the ocean from my villa. Next is doing sea activities. I didn’t know I could see a turtle this close!

Q: The villa is nice, right? Although the wind sound is a bit loud sometimes due to monsoon.
Onew:
I saw stingray come and go. The water level changes every hour. I get to know how deep is the water.

Q: What’s a good point of Minho as your travel buddy?
Onew:
As you see, Minho is always full of energy. I don’t know what I should do so I can’t decide. But Minho organizes the things that he wants to do. Minho’s good point, but also a weak point is that he has too much energy. (laughs)

Q: What did you put inside your suitcase?
Onew:
I brought four white t-shirts. I always leave some space.

Q: You’re still touring right? What concert is it?
Onew:
It’s overseas concert and we want to show it in high
quality just like what we did in Korea.

Q: You’re a concert veteran now, right? Are you still nervous when coming on the stage?
Onew:
No matter how many times I’ve experienced it, I’m always concerned about maintaining my stamina. However, I always fail at the first show. There is a moment where I burst out my energy explosively that I become so exhausted. Different situations also occur when I do the same performance several times, but I overcome them all as I exchange gaze with the members.

Q: Do you understand each other only by looking at their eyes now?
Onew:
Not everything, but I think Minho kind of knows. (laughs)

Q: Yesterday was your 9th debut anniversary right? How was the past 9 years?
Onew:
It’s short if it’s short, and it’s long if it’s long… I think the strongest point of a team is that it continues to exist. Our affection grows as we undergo things together over time.

Q: How have the members grown up?
Onew:
I think everyone has grown up into a good direction. As each of us are trying to find ourselves, individually, our area of capabilities have gradually become bigger. We gain synergy because of that.

Q: It seems that you care about the other members more because you’re the oldest?
Onew:
I just listen to them when they tell me something. I also whine a lot. Since we’ve been together for over 10 years, there are days when they are like the hyung, and there are also days when I’m like the hyung.

Q: When is the time when you feel it’s nice to have done this career for 9 years?
Onew:
Because we’re no longer rookies, it’s nice that we’re able to match each other.

Q: Is ‘A team that is always trustworthy’ a thing that comes across your mind when you think of SHINee? They’re like perfectionist at their performances and songs.
Onew:
Haha! When I’m working hard on a performance there are times when I don’t think much about it when it’s near the last stage.

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7 Minutes In Heaven

Summary: You’re Tony’s daughter in this one (father!Tony), and he sets you and Peter up in the best way he can think of… 7 minutes in Heaven - well as many minutes it takes for you to start going out.

Words: 975

A/N: Hehe I’ve had this idea for ages and I know it’s not original but :D

Third Person:

“Tony, are you going to tell us why you’ve called a meeting?” Steve asked.

All the other Avengers, minus Y/N and Peter, turned to look at Tony expectantly.

“It’s regarding Y/N and Peter.” Tony started and he saw Wanda grin in quiet understanding. “Who finds it painful just watching them co-exist even though it is unbelievably obvious that they like each other in more than a friend way?”

He didn’t get a definitive answer from anyone but Tony could see them thinking. He knew that they had all seen it in training and on missions.

“And as Y/N’s father,” Tony continued, “I feel obliged to do something.”

“What do you propose we do?” Sam asked, cutting directly to the point.

Tony grinned. “Ever heard of ‘7 minutes in Heaven’?”

Steve looked confused. Wanda found it funny. Natasha was mildly horrified Tony would do that to them. Overall, Tony had got a mixed response.

“I don’t know what that is.” Steve said.

“He plans to put them in a closet or something for 7 minutes and expects that to sort out their problems.” Nat replied.

“I still don’t understand.”

“But I’m guessing you aren’t going to keep to 7 minutes?” Wanda suggested and turned to look at Tony.

“There it is.” Tony said, “We won’t let them out until they kiss or whatever or officially start dating.”

“How are we, oh I’m sorry - you, going to get them into the closet.” Nat said.

“They won’t just agree to get into a closet together.” Steve stated.

“As I said,” Tony looked round everyone, “I am Y/N’s father - she has to do what I tell her.”

Your P.O.V:

“Dad you aren’t being serious?” You said. You were facing your father, Tony Stark, with your arms folded.

“Yes I am being serious. Get in the closet.”

Naturally, you didn’t know where he was going with this but he was your father so you had to do what he said.

“You owe me one.” You stated before shooting one last confused look at him before climbing into the closet in your room. You had multiple ones and Tony had told you to get into the one that didn’t have many clothes in. At least that was the only thing that was logical.

“Not after this I won’t.” Tony closed the doors a bit but they weren’t fully closed.

“What?”

“Wait here.” He ordered.

“What the fuck…” You muttered under your breath when you heard him leave the room.

After a few minutes of you just sitting there trying to run through all of the possible outcomes of this you heard the bedroom door open again.

“I said shh.” You heard Tony say to someone.

You wanted to poke your head out of the closet and see what was going on but you had been told just to sit so you didn’t.

The doors opened and you saw Peter standing there with Tony behind him.

“Dad what the-?” You started but Tony lightly pushed Peter towards you. He had obviously briefed Peter like you because he just moved in next to you.

“Have fun.” Tony said with a smile and fully closed the doors, putting you two into darkness.

You tried the doors but either there was something up against them now or a lock because they wouldn’t budge.

Peter still hadn’t said anything but had sat down like you, and was facing you.

“I’m pretty sure this is the embodiment of bad parenting.” You joked, still trying to work out what the hell was happening.

Peter still hadn’t said anything. You looked back to him.

“Don’t tell me you know what’s going on here?” You said.

“If I tell you, you won’t like it.” Peter said.

“Peter, we’re friends you can tell me anything.” You said now getting slightly exasperated at your Dad.

“Um…” Peter said before continuing, “Mr Stark isn’t going to let us out until we um…”

“Yes?” You asked.

“'Kiss or something’” Peter recalled what Tony had said.

Suddenly, you started to feel really awkward and you could tell your cheeks had instantly gone red.

“My dad is an asshole.” You muttered.

“But we could um…”  Peter stopped again.

“Could what?” You said not really knowing what you were saying. Even though your dad was an asshole you couldn’t really hate him for this now knowing what it was.

“We could… kiss.” Peter said quieter.

You bit your lip to supress a smile.

“Oh really?” You said smirking even though you didn’t know if Peter could see you in the darkness or not.

“I mean we don’t have to…”

“Can’t take it back now.” You laughed and you moved to lean across him so your face was inches away from his.

“Well go on then.” You teased.

Peter paused for a moment but then tilted his head slightly to kiss you firmly on the lips.

You smiled into the kiss, happy that you were finally doing this. And about the fact that Peter clearly liked you back like you liked him.

“Mission complete.” You heard your dad say over an intercom. Then you heard Sam laugh and Nat say something about how 'it could probably have been done better’ and Tony arguing that 'it happened so that’s all that matters’.

You groaned and moved slightly away from Peter.

“We should have done that earlier.” You said.

“I think we should have.” Peter confirmed.

Even though it worked out well, that was the last time your Dad was getting involved in your love life.

Sweet Tears Pt.5

Jungkook x Reader { Cat Hybrid/Dystopian Au! }(a)(f)(eventual smut)

Warnings: Implied Suicide

Who could have known that taking home a hybrid would change ones whole life? How could y/n have guessed he would affect her so much? All she wants to do is help, but she doesn’t even know if he’ll let her.  

Wordcount: 3k+

A/n: THIS TOOK SO FREAKING LONG FOR ME TO ACTUALLY START WRITING BUT I WROTE THIS CHAPTER IN ONLY A COUPLE OF HOURS AND I’M?!?!!

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Moving slowly, you eased your way onto the couch, a sigh slipping past your lips as the feeling of one of the many fluffy pillows surrounding you rested against your lower back. You closed your eyes for a second, the once unbearable pain now dull, turning into just another one of the many injuries you had sustained in your life.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry. I- I really didn’t mean to hit you and-” Cracking open your eyes, you were met with the same crystal blue ones that had held your stare in the hallway, mesmerizing you just as they had before. The panic and regret that was radiating off of the face in front of you brought a small smile to spread across your own, a free hand coming up to wave in front of you.

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disabilities au

-imagine person A has an arm prosthetic and person B asks them for help like “hey gimme a hand” and person A throws their prosthetic in front of them
-imagine person A being blind and they never know the way B looks at them with so much love and B always helps them around and sometimes describes the way things look to them
-imagine person A is deaf and B is mute and they always live in their own world of silence where everything is calm and they understand each other perfectly
-imagine person A being mute but they always write cute little things for B and they sometimes even compose music for them
-imagine person A being deaf and B trying to describe sound to them and sometimes wondering what the little voice thingy in A’s thoughts sounds like
-person A being wheelchair bound but it’s one of those that you control by pushing buttons on it and they go really fast and sometimes let’s B on it (based off something I saw at school)
-imagine how hard it is for person A who’s blind and person B who’s deaf to plan their dates but they always find a way to make it work
-imagine blind person A always taking comfort in the fact that since person B is deaf they speak loudly and they don’t feel alone or abandoned since they can always hear the sound of B’s voice to find them
-person A being mute and B always makes noises for them or talks for them to add effect/emotion to their words when sign language isn’t enough

but a little bonus for a mental illness au:

-B always brings A out of a state of panic whenever they get panic attacks
-both B and A having mental illnesses and finding out ways they can help each other and understand each other

That buzzing sound in your ear

Okay, so…after a night of thinking and seeing reactions/comments/etc., I’ve gained a bit of perspective on all of this. Also note that this post is more about the fandom behavior and not so much about the issues of representation, because I don’t think I really have a valid opinion in that discussion. 

Also this is the last time I’ll talk about this. I won’t answer asks and I won’t bring it up again because I don’t want this space to become centered on it. 

1. When stuff like this goes down, I should just turn my computer off and play video games for a while because spontaneous reaction is never ever good. I got angry last night and it was dumb and I feel dumb for it. I love this damn show so much and I won’t let something as small as this ruin it for me

2. Do not, under any circumstances, attack Arryn for this. She is a voice actress with no creative input in the series at all. She was looking out for the fans and trying to do a good thing. She’s already timid enough about social media (and rightfully so) don’t scare off someone who openly stated that she was the captain of the ship and supports it whole heartedly. 

3. Stop expecting Rooster Teeth to spoil their most popular show with some kind of statement about the song or the direction they’re going with Blake and Yang. They’re not going to because that would be stupid. If Bumbleby is meant to bee then giving that away in a journal on the RT site would be criminal. Not to mention that we’ve gotten so much more in canon already than just this random song.

4. I understand the caution, but people really need to calm down. It’d be one thing if we saw Sun and Blake kissing or Yang and Blake openly saying “we’re not in love with each other!” in an episode - but we didn’t. This is a song that was put on the soundtrack, that definitely shouldn’t have been, and the bees fans ran with it. I’m not faulting them at all, I was one of them and I jumped right on board the hype train. But even if it’s not directly meant to be about the ship - I highly doubt it was put on the soundtrack with any sort of malice intent.

5. Which leads me to the next point. Stop pretending that Rooster Teeth is rubbing their hands together and laughing like they’re doing this just to spite people. Could they handle some things better? Absolutely, and they’d be the first ones to tell you that - but they’re not mean spirited people. They’re not trying to upset their fans and this notion that they “don’t care” about their fans is ridiculous. 

6. Patience, please just have some patience. Stop living and dying on every small thing that comes across your dashboard. This show has such a long run left in it and to this point romance has been so so small on that spectrum. Volume 5 is not going to suddenly become a big love story. Even if the bees are going to happen it’ll be subtle as hell and probably take a long time. So one song and one response to a song should not suddenly shut you down from wanting to watch the show at all. There’s so much more to RWBY than this.

7. While this does have the potential to be very bad, it isn’t yet - it’s not even close. I’m just asking that you give them a chance to tell their story without constantly looking for a reason to jump down their throats - all that does is make them leery of you. Writers have the right to tell their story and that’s the whole point. We’re here to watch the stories, not dictate them. If they do queerbait (which I personally don’t think they have, I think that can only happen at the very end of a show or if one of the two characters is killed with no resolution), then they will be in the wrong and they will be met with an even larger version of what happened last night. For now though, just let them make the show and quit hunting for reasons to make them the enemy. 

8. Lastly, please don’t stop shipping bumbleby. Don’t stop talking about how much you love them. Don’t stop making arts and fics and long posts about why you love them. This whole thing wouldn’t be a thing at all if the fans hadn’t seen what they saw in these two and turned it into the biggest ship in the fandom that it’s become.

I guessed wrong;

staceyiscold  requested:

Hi could I have an imagine please?? Where the reader and either Monty or zach are secret cuddle buddies (like friends with benefits but for cuddles) and the boy develops feelings and avoids the reader so she confront him at school in front of his friends who don’t even know they talk and then it ends kinda fluffy kinda sexy? Not smut just not too cheesy! Thanks!!

author’s note: Sorry this is kinda late? i was quite out of it and i really need to sleep now but i hope this is any good!! aaaaa I don’t know how sexy I could turn this into?? I hope my ~sadness~ didn’t get much in the way (mainly i hope i didn’t disappoint hahahahaahkjasjd) i hope you enjoy it! hope i didn’t mess anything up!!!! it’s also quite long but i feel like i tried to shorten it up a bit. a mess. i apologize. /also i was the only one to read it so if any english mistakes,, again,, i apologize/

Originally posted by knightlley

I entered the school, trying to keep my small self-cheering to myself and walking with a teeny smile on my face. I greeted the kids I know, some greeted me back some just nodded at my existence, but none of that really bothered me. No, nothing could possibly bother me lately.

I was happy, is it too cheesy to say that?

Recently it is felt as if teenagers can’t feel happy, only stress and worry on their minds. Occasionally depressed, but it is the youth, mood swings are totally acceptable, which is how adults completely ignore any kind of scream of help coming from their children. With all the pressure coming at us, whether it’s socially with all the high standards or it’s school, which has really not any kind of low standards and you have to want, not need, but want to achieve a full score on anything.

But out of all the odds, I was happy. After everything that has been going on, being a little selfish and having a dot of happiness is what I deserve.

I went on and passed down the halls, getting to my locker and opening it. I felt a presence behind me but I brushed it off since tons of kids are walking there, but turned around when someone coughed and touched my shoulder to get my attention.

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fam(ily) - the end | pkjm

parent!au: park jimin
A single father of twins show you the true meaning of family and what it takes to love like a parent, even if they aren’t your own.
word count: 4,763
genre: the long waited A N G S T has ARRIVED!! 
warnings: explicit language, mentions of abuse

[A/N]: pls read this before proceeding!! there is a slight trigger in this chapter, where there is mentions of abuse. although it is not explicitly written, i would still like to warn anyone who is not comfortable with that topic. also guys, its finally over !! the series has ended !! 

one | two | three | fourfive | the endepilogue

Originally posted by jiyoongis


“Are the twins okay?” You asked after looking up from the attendance sheet. They had been absent for the past three days.

It was your fourth day back at work for Kim after your depressing three weeks. Jimin had completely stopped contacting you and the last time you saw his face was at Jen’s dinner. Even though he was out of your life, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. 

Every part of you wanted to see him. You missed him every sulking day, every dreadful minute. You no longer accompanied Kim at morning drop off though. You were smart enough to know that the both of you couldn’t handle seeing one another.

You didn’t go back to your job at the club — not yet. You were suppose to go back a week ago, but you weren’t ready to face Wes or to give your best customer service. Every drink you created would taste sour or bitter.

Keeping your distance from Minseo and Minjoo was hard. They were your students and called for your attention right when they saw you. Their smiles of delight when they saw you crushed the final pieces of your heart. You had to excuse yourself to the bathroom the first day you were back because you couldn’t contain your tears. You didn’t deserve them. 

However, the Monday of the new week, they didn’t show up to school or the following days. They always had perfect attendance, unless something happened to them. 

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Once Upon an Allergy

The Spring Exchange fic authors have been revealed, so I can post this here now!

This was my exchange fic for @baneismydragon! I hope you enjoy(ed) it, you gave a really good prompt! Shout out to @reyxa for lending me her soulmates au where the sneezes of soulmates sync up.

Summary: "After pouring two packs of chocolate powder in each mug, she felt a sudden sensation in her sinuses thanks to the powder that remained in the air. Quickly, she put her finger below her nose, pleased when the sneeze stopped. After that, it was quick work to pour the water and stir the mix in, and just as she was about to bring them out-

She sneezed.

She stared at the mugs of hot chocolate, her eyes impossibly wide. There was no way. She had to be dreaming. She did not just hear three consecutive sneezes come from her friends in the living room.”

Or, a soulmate au where the sneezes of soulmates sync up after you meet them.

AO3


“Alright, class, we’ve got two new students joining us this semester. Please, introduce yourselves for us,” their teacher, Madame Bustier, said.

Standing in front of the rest of the class were two students, one that looked excited and fiery, and another that looked shy and awkward. To the class’ surprise, the shy one spoke first.

“Hi, my name’s Adrien, and I look forward to working with all of you in the future.” He punctuated his statement with a quick little wave and a sweet smile.

After he finished speaking, the other spoke. “I’m Alya, and I just moved nearby from across the city.”

Madame Bustier gave them both a smile and gestured for them to find their seats. Alya moved instantly, spotting an empty seat in the second row, next to a girl she’d actually ran into before school started. Adrien rubbed his arm, his eyes sweeping across the room. He saw a childhood friend of his waving for him to sit by her, but he cringed when he saw her trying to push her seatmate out for him. In the hopes of letting the poor girl keep her seat, Adrien sat as close as he could by taking the empty seat in front, next to a student that looks uninterested in what was going on.

While the two settled in, their teacher was about to continue speaking when two synchronized sneezes sounded from the back of the room. Adrien and Alya both turned to look, eyes wide at actually having a pair of soulmates in their classroom. They saw a couple sitting next to each other in the row behind Alya, both of them blushing a tiny bit as their hands intertwined.

Patient though she may be, when Adrien and Alya didn’t look away, Madame Bustier cleared her throat and brought their attention back to her. It was only then that the two noticed nobody else had turned to gawk, which could only mean they all knew already.

“I understand that soulmates are an interesting topic to talk about, let alone see in person, but we do have class to tend to, Monsieur Agreste and Mademoiselle Césaire.” With that, she turned around and started writing on the board. Adrien looked sheepish and stared down at his desk while Alya turned to the girl beside her and started whispering.

“So girl, mind spilling the beans on those two behind us?” she asked, not quiet enough to keep Adrien and his seatmate from hearing. “Are they really… you know?”

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I did the thing @tecochet <3


The first thing Phichit heard when he and Seung Gil entered Yuuri and Victor’s home was the shouts of his name from small children. Three children ran up to him, one from each couple, jumping up and wanting their turn to hug him first.

Phichit laughed and knelt down to let them all jump on him. Yuri and Otabek’s daughter, Ekaterina (Katya for short), was the first to lunge at him, tiny arms wrapping around Phichit’s neck. She was six at this point, the oldest of the bunch. Victor and Yuuri’s son, four year old Masaru, glued himself to Phichit’s left side. The boy was shy, much like Yuuri was for the majority of his life. Lastly, the youngest of the bunch, three year old Felipe de la Iglesia bounced onto Phichit’s right side. All three of them were giggling and Phichit was with them.

Seung Gil had moved to the side, scrunching up his nose at the squealing children.

“Hi guys!” Phichit laughed and ruffled all of their hair.

Yuuri came tumbling into the entrance then, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Phichit-kun!” He exclaimed and then helped Phichit stand, pulling all of the children off of him. “I’m so sorry!”

Phichit laughed and stood up, keeping Felipe close to him. “Oh, it’s alright. I don’t mind being around all these babies.”

Yuuri just gave him a smile at that and greeted the both of them, taking their coats before allowing them to go into the main room where everybody was. Yuri was leaning into Otabek’s side, their one year old son Nikolai snoozing against his shoulder. Leo and Guang Hong were cozied up on the other couch, listing to the story that Victor was engaging them in.

When Seung Gil and Phichit entered they all got up to greet them except Yuri. He blamed it on Nikolai of course but everybody knew he just didn’t want to get up.

The four couples did this a couple of times a year, getting together in order to catch up. It wasn’t easy and money didn’t really allow for travel often (although both Yuris were based in Russia, Leo and Guang Hong lived in America while Phichit and Seung Gil were based in South Korea. It was easier for Seung Gil and Phichit to come as they didn’t have children - Leo and Guang Hong, not so much.

The pair sat down, Phichit being basically dragged down by Guang Hong in a hug before the younger took his son back.

“No, I like Uncle Phichit!” Felipe whined as he reached for said uncle.

Phichit grinned and tapped his nose. “Don’t worry buddy, you’ll be seeing me a lot this week!” Felipe wasn’t convinced but a tickle to his stomach from both Guang Hong and Phichit got him smiling again. Then the former lowered the boy to the ground so he could toddle back over to his friends to play.

All three of the were seated in the middle of the room, playing together. The adults watched them for a moment with fond smiles on their faces before turning back to the conversation.

“How was traveling?” Otabek asked, the question directed at Seung Gil.

Seung Gil just shrugged. “Not too bad.”

“The plane was freezing!” Phichit added and fell back with a dramatic sigh. “And this one wouldn’t even cuddle with me.” He stuck his tongue out at Seung Gil who smirked.

“Wow, tragic.” Guang Hong snorted. “Leo never cuddles with me on the plane either though.” 

“That’s a lie!” Leo frowned and tightened his arm around his husband. Phichit laughed softly and eyed their rings before looking at Seung Gil. He was on the opposite couch so it was easy to look directly at them.

They were the only pair who were not married. And they had no children. It surprised everybody that Yuri had gotten married before most of them, Victor and Yuuri beating the entire crowd. Phichit just didn’t know how to bring it up.

The thing was, Phichit wanted all of this. He wanted the domesticity that came with marriage. He wanted children too, maybe two or three. But Seung Gil was always almost repulsed by the thought of having kids, so they never talked about it.

Being around his friends’ kids just made Phichit’s heart all the heavier.

The night carried on without any hiccups. A couple of times a child toddled over to Phichit or called to him to show him something. Phichit was beaming with pride that the kids only wanted him, but perhaps it was understandable; he never really saw them in the first place. Only over FaceTime did he get to talk to them. He was most close with Masaru, as that was his best friend’s son and his god child.

As Phichit watched these children toddle around he grew a bit somber. He tried to keep the smile on his face but Yuuri, always the observant type, pulled him aside as he went to go bring out food.

“Can I ask you something?” Yuuri inquired as he presented all the food on the plate neatly. 

Phichit grinned. “Yuuri, how long have we known each other? Just ask already.”

Yuuri gave a weak smile and then sighed. “Do you… Have you… Hm.” It seemed as if he was searching for how to word his question. “Do you, you know, want to have children.”

Phichit’s initial reaction was to laugh. But it wasn’t genuine; it sounded forced. “I have four children, thank you very much.” He was referring to all the children here tonight that certainly didn’t belong to him.

Yuuri looked at him over the frames of his glasses. “You know what I mean.”

Phichit’s smile faltered a bit but he waved his hand. “I don’t know, I’m kind of old already and you know, Seung-Gil and I haven’t really spoken about it.”

“Why not?”

Ah, the age all question. Why not? Well, because… they hadn’t.

“It’s a sore topic.” Phichit decided on.

Yuuri just sighed. “You should talk to him, Phichit. You deserve to be happy, and if having kids makes you happy then he should consider it for you.”

“I can’t force that on him.” Phichit said but he was looking out into the main room where all were gathered. Masaru had found a spot next to Seung Gil, drawn to the man’s quietness. They coexisted next to each other but didn’t touch.

“You look sad.” Yuuri passed by him. “Talk to him. It can’t hurt.”

The tables seemed to have turned. Usually it was Phichit giving Yuuri advice. But as the night progressed and he had to say goodbye to the children that he cared for so deeply with tears in his eyes (even though he was going to see them tomorrow and would be five minutes away in a hotel), Phichit knew he had to bring up the topic to Seung Gil.

So he did. When they walked through the door of the hotel room, it just fell from his lips.

“Seung Gil, I… I want kids.” He confessed. It was more of a confession than a question, if anything.

Seung Gil took his jacket off and then looked at him. “With me?”

Phichit laughed humorlessly. “Yes, with you. I love you, I don’t want to raise a child with anybody else.”

“Oh.” Seung Gil ran his fingers through his hair but didn’t meet his eyes. “I never really thought about having children of my own. Or about children at all,.”

“I think we should think about it.” Phichit said, sitting on the bed and running his fingers through his hair. 

Seung Gil bit his lip and started rummaging through the suitcase. It was eerily quiet in the room and Phichit’s heart beat in anticipation.

“Okay.” Seung Gil finally said, voice quiet. It was basically a whisper. But it was enough for Phichit to perk up and then launch himself off the bed, wrapping his arms around his partner tightly.

“I love you! I love you, I love you, I love you!” He repeated over and over again, kissing Seung Gil’s cheek after every statement. Seung Gil let out a soft laugh and hugged him back, unable to contain himself. Not when Phichit was laughing and crying from joy the way he was.

anonymous asked:

Not sure you got my ask about the last coldflash scene, about the poking scene. I want to know your thoughts about that. It was such a sweet moment from len it totally caught me off guard.

Originally posted by vixenvibe

It gets me, anon. It really does. 

Like here Len is giving Barry advice. Acknowledging there’s a dark side to him and agreeing that it’s what allows them to get along. That it’s what makes so they can understand each other. We know that Barry inspires Len (thanks to the speedforce), and has an impact on him, especially as of 2x03. But the last time Len saw Barry, he was still in denial of that, of wanting to be a hero.

Originally posted by dailycaptaincold

For Len, assuming this is a Legends S1 Len, that was only a few months ago. He wasn’t ready to commit back then. But then Barry comes along and again asks for his help, this time purely for the “true love” motive of saving Iris, and Len actually gives in and says yes this time. He comes along. He helps Barry while demanding nothing in return, except the joy and satisfaction of breaking into ARGUS and pissing off Joe West, presumably.

And it’s so interesting to me, that he’s gone through these stages, of denying he wants to be a hero and denying he has good in him, to going on the Legends trip while pretending (including to himself) that he has ulterior motives, to accepting that… what Barry sees in him is real. That the good part of him is real, however he tried to hide it. 

And that leads to this understanding that maybe why Barry could get through to him in the first place, why he ended up having a soft spot for the kid and making sure he didn’t die (despite betraying him) and why he made a deal with him in the first place, just all of it… maybe that came about in part of because what he sees in Barry. What they understand about each other.

Because Len puts his bad face out to the world and Barry puts his good face out. And Len sees underneath and around that happy mask Barry sometimes wears. In the woods, Barry threatened him, said that if Len goes after his family again, he doesn’t care, he’ll take Len down.

Originally posted by flashallens

There was a mutual understanding there, and I think Len saw it then, but didn’t quite understand fully what it was, yet. Barry’s capacity to be ruthless.

But now… now they’re in different positions. Barry doesn’t just have that latent potential, he’s starting to act on it, and Len sees it. Sees that Barry picked him for this job in part because of it, because he didn’t expect Len, of all people, to call him out on being ruthless and willing to kill.

But of course, Len is contrary and has gotta defy expectations,right? Because as the guy who was inspired by Barry in the first place, that’s troublesome. The heroes, the guys like Barry, are supposed to try and be better. They’re supposed to be what you aspire to.

But it’s also understandable, because he’s been there, he gets it. So when Barry doesn’t leave him behind, proves that the good in him still outweighs the darkness Len knows, has felt, can feel, he takes a little risk in expressing his relief, in his own way, and reminds Barry of the important role he fills, as a hero.

Originally posted by comicbookdaily

The role that he fits in Len’s life, though he doesn’t say it, as an inspiration to him. The Flash is a hero. Should stay that way. You should stay that way, Barry. Leave the killing to guys like me. Your suit doesn’t need the dust and tarnish, let me clean off those specks of lint and help keep your image clean.

Right?

It’s just a lovely moment, highlighting all the ways that they foil each other. And it surprised me with the openness, but given just how open Barry’s been with him, and how Barry’s seen him at some of his most vulnerable, and how Len’s in this kind of different place and recognizes that their dynamic has evolved and he’s in a position to affirm Barry and admonish him and also, maybe, do some inspiring of his own, to keep Barry on the path of the light? He takes that chance. He repays the trust Barry has in him in kind.

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Captain H’roll’ah Was very pleased with how the trend of hiring these “Family groups” of humans was going, reporting various levels of efficiency from %5 to even %40.

His crew was getting used to the presence of other species too, while they made for a strange, and brutish species, they were still rather intelligent, and hardy.

While searching for more groups to take on in maintenance, he came across a pair of ‘Siblings’, and while they weren’t on the list together, he hired them each individually. He would team them up together, or well, that was his intention.

But oh, did the trouble start when they arrived. Shouting, echoing through the ship halls. He had put them into a co-supervisor position in the engineering department, but H’roll’ah was reconsidering his choices.

“Ann, Mel, what seems to be the issue?” 

The first woman, a tall human, even by their own standards, flared up in rage. “Why would you bring that incompetent oaf on board! She is useless! Barely competent for even janitorial duties!”

Before H’roll’ah Could even attempt to mediate, the second woman, a stout, heavy set woman shouted back “ONE TIME! I Mistake a fuse for a fenevew drive compartment and I never hear the end of it!”
“WE ALMOST DIED”

“BUT WE DIDNT!”


The captain, almost terrified with the incredible noise these humans were capable of making such loud sounds. 

Despite their impressive statures, he got between them and tried to speak above, “I think it would be best if you Mel of clan Richards, went on break! Ill be speaking to both of you!”

The staunch woman stormed off, making loud thuds as she trudged off.
“Do you mind telling me what was going on?” He directed to Ann, “I thought the Family units that the humans operate with were close?”

The woman sighed, pinched her brow in a frown and leant back against the wall. “Not all families get along.”
“But you grew up together? Does that not make for a tight bond?”
“Not in every case boss. She was favoured by my Parents, which can lead to issues.”
“What sort of issues? Your efficiency is down over fourty percent! I need the best out of every one of my crew!”
“These sorta things cant always be fixed, Maybe its best if I move to a different part of the ship, or maybe just drop me off at the next space port, I’ll grab another job”

With a sigh, he nodded. He never could quite understand humans. 
“Can you continue to supervise for now, I’ll go off to talk to your sibling”

She grunted and jutted her head up, a sign seen in most creatures as a threat, but to the humans, apparently a sign of acknowledgement.

H’roll’ah Entered the mess hall and sat beside Mel. He would try a human tactic for her.
“Hello Mel of Clan Richards-”

“Mel is fine” she interjected

“Sorry, Mel. Why are you and your siblings always attacking each other like the Gloraxes of Spicheil 9?”

With a shifty glance, the woman rolled her eyes, clearly not wanting to talk. 
“We never saw eye to eye. We went our seperate ways, and intended on not seeing each other again. we didnt think that the same ship would hired both of us.”
“I hired both of you, as most family units operate rather well together”

“Not all, in fact, many human families dont get a long. Its just the way it is.”

“Our species tends to work remarkably well together, but humans are always attacking each other. I understand you had millennia of war with each other” H’roll’ah had been looking into human history, as he wanted to understand them better.
“Yeah, its cause we are all very different. We may get angry at each other, and we may do some nasty things, but its what makes us all different, y’know? Its got its own strengths”

H’roll’ah Nodded in agreement, but he knew now he would have to seperate them “I think I understand. I’ll assign each to different parts. On your report it says you are proficient at navigation planning, would this suit you?”

Mel nodded, and Got up. “Ill head there now, thank  boss, I feel a bit cooler now”.

H’roll’ah Sighed, and shook his head. He was really starting to get interested in these creatures.

anonymous asked:

i just think ur brilliant in all ur theories, so quick question. How do you see a pre-fire Derek? U say a lot that Laura is this social, queen B type, how do you think Derek was perceived at school. and do you think if the fire was avoided, like they caught Cate's intentions ahead of time, do u think he and Stiles would still have this raw, unshakable connection? Would Stiles and Derek still be, Sterek?

I think about this a lot, actually. Whenever I see alive!Hale AUs, or alternate realities where the fire never happened. And there are two ways of thinking about this –– one is that your experiences, your history, your choices… so much of who you are is made up of what you’ve done. So if you take away such an essential part of Derek’s past, if you take away the fire and the betrayal and the loss and the guilt, he would be a very different person, at least on the surface. And so many of the reasons fandom fell for Sterek and saw them fitting together –– their shared understanding of loss, their guilt, the things they would recognize in each other and help each other through in ways no one else could hope to touch –– wouldn’t exist in that world.

And the other is that… I can’t picture any universe where Sterek aren’t meant for each other.

In all honesty –– and this isn’t just my shipper heart talking –– I don’t think that Stiles and Derek wouldn’t connect. I think they’d just connect differently.

We get a few glimpses of pre-fire Derek, first in “Visionary” where he’s shown to be athletic, popular, sporty, and self-confident. Now, this was “Derek as described by Peter” so the flashbacks could be suspect, but fact is that the Derek shown in “Visionary” is pretty on track with the one we see later in “117,″ so I think we can take it as truth. Sporty also makes sense with Derek’s general athleticism and fondness for showing off (his flips, sudden appearances, and leaps down flights of stairs throughout the series aren’t strictly necessary). And I think Derek would probably seek popularity and social contact for the same reasons he sought out Kate later –– to fill a void, to feel important and needed in ways he wasn’t getting at home. I think a lot of teen Derek’s personality, even pre-fire and pre-Paige, probably wasn’t as carefree as it seems on the surface. 

Laura was always a big set of footsteps to follow in, and Derek did what he could to live up while always feeling a little bit like an outsider. The fact of hiding Paige instead of telling his family, the fact of thinking that turning her so he’d have someone to love and understand him completely was a great idea, seems to point to that, doesn’t it? And again, going to Kate later when he was looking for someone to cling to… Derek wasn’t someone who felt comfortable confiding in his family.

Most important for this question, though –– in “Visionary” we’re shown the type of person young!Derek’s attracted to…… and it’s someone exactly like Stiles. I mean… seriously, the show couldn’t have created someone who reminds me more of Stiles if they tried (let’s be honest, they probably were trying). Derek has always been intrigued by the outsider, the unconventional. By clever, sharp-tongued people who call him out on his bullshit.

And I think that first part of it –– being drawn to the outsider –– is probably because Derek’s always known deeply what it is to be an outsider.  No matter how popular he was or how many trophies he won, he could never be fully honest with his friends… and he could never quite feel good enough for his family.

(He was always loved by them, I’m not in any way calling the Hales a bad family or particularly neglectful, but I do think that Talia’s attentions were often elsewhere –– with Alpha duties and with training Laura. If she sensed any issues going on with Derek she would drop everything to help him, but there was always a lot taking up her focus and sometimes –– being the type of person to internalize his problems, I don’t think that’s something that just started post-fire –– he would just… slip through the cracks.)

But anyway, the next major piece of evidence that Sterek would connect, even without the fire, is that we actually see Stiles interacting with pre-fire Derek for an entire episode during season four. And it’s a different sort of connection in a lot of ways –– Derek’s more cheerful, more trusting (which you can see just baffling Stiles repeatedly)

but in a lot of ways it’s also not.

Pre-fire Derek is undeniably different, and a no fire!Derek would be just as different. But I have no doubts that he and Stiles would be just as drawn to each other, even if their connection isn’t quite the same.

Literature Asks

Quotes from literature to inspire you when writing!

  1. “She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.” - J. D. Salinger, “A Girl I Knew”
  2. “The curves of your lips rewrite history.” - Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
  3. “A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it.” - Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
  4. “I took a photo of us mid-embrace. When I am old and alone, I will remember that I once held something truly beautiful.” - Joe Dunthorne, Submarine
  5. “If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving one be me.” - W. H. Auden, “The More Loving One”
  6. “And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.” - John Steinbeck, East of Eden
  7. “Who, being loved, is poor?” - Oscar Wilde, A Woman of No Importance
  8. “Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.” - Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
  9. “The pieces I am, she gather them and gave them back to me in all the right order.” - Toni Morrison, Beloved
  10. “If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…I could walk through my garden forever.” - Alfred Tennyson
  11. “I’m watching her talk. Watching her jaw move and collecting her words one by one as they spill from her lips. I don’t deserve them. Her warm memories. I’d like to paint them over the bare plaster walls of my soul, but everything I paint seems to peel.” - Isaac Marion, Warm Bodies
  12. “I don’t want you to miss all the things that someone else can give you.” -  Jojo Moyes, Me Before You
  13. “You can love someone so much… But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.” - John Green, An Abundance of Katherines
  14. “If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.” -  Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
  15. “Just… isn’t giving up allowed sometimes? Isn’t it okay to say, ‘This really hurts, so I’m going to stop trying’?” - Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl
  16. “I’m just so thankful for our little infinity.” - John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
  17. “I hope, or I could not live.” - H.G. Wells
  18. “I hadn’t expected that a tiny glimmer of hope for the future could transform someone so utterly.” - Dai Sijie, Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress: A Novel
  19. “Your eyes are full of language.” - Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters 
  20. “You were at the age where you could fall in love with a girl over an expression, over a gesture.” -  Junot Dìaz, This Is How You Lose Her
  21. You can pretend for a long time, but one day it all falls away and you are alone.” - Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea: A Novel
  22. “I’ve never had a moment’s doubt. I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one. My reason for life.” - Ian McEwan, Atonement
  23. “You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.” - Margaret Mitchell, Gone With The Wind
  24. “I like flaws. I think they make things interesting.” - Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever
  25. “In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.” - Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
  26. “He doesn’t want you to be real, and to think and to live. He doesn’t love you. But I love you. I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and feelings, even when I hold you in my arms.” E.M. Forster, A Room With A View
  27. “The more you love someone, he came to think, the harder it is to tell them. It surprised him that strangers didn’t stop each other on the street to say I love you.” - Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated
  28. “Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.” -  Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
  29. “We can experience nothing but the present moment, live in no other second of time, and to understand this is as close as we can get to eternal life.” -  P.D. James, The Children of Men
  30. “I know. I was there. I saw the great void in your soul, and you saw mine.” - Sebastian Faulks, Birdsong 
  31. “Above, the starts shone hard and bright, sparks struck off the dark skin of the universe” - Stephen King
  32. “The mouth is made for communication, and nothing is more articulate than a kiss.” - Jarod Kintz, It Occurred to Me
  33. “If it weren’t for her, there would never have been an empty space, or the need to fill it” - Nicole Krause, The History of Love
  34. “I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world…” - Frank O’Hara, Having a Coke With You
  35. “It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.” - Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

At first I was worried how they didn’t show how Hugh and Paul were together. (Were they ever going to do it? Would they just leave it implied?). But I thought about it and I love how we were introduced to their relationship. 

We were introduced to the characters first. We saw them interact with each other in a friendly way. Then, as we are ready to get to know them both more, they are shown in a non sensationalized, private moment that’s just like “So they also love each other”. And then you understand their previous interactions on a deeper level, but it also doesn’t change anything.

There’s always a balancing act between how we want LGBT relationships to be shown and how we currently have to show them (Everyone’s assumed hetero so non hetero characters has to be announced in some way or another). I think the balance here was good. The relationship is obviously important to them, but it isn’t what defines their characters or actions. 

Hoseok; 

-his eyes would tear up each time he saw your demeanour change when being called by the wrong pronouns but other than that he wouldn’t try to show his annoyance until the two of you were alone- 

“I can’t believe they’d do that to you, babe..” 
“I just don’t understand how parents can’t be accepting of their child and just do stuff like that instead.” 

Originally posted by hohbi

Namjoon; 

-he’d be awful at hiding his frustration with them, but wouldn’t express it until you were alone mainly because he didn’t want to upset you by being rude to them- 

*holds your hand and turned to you* 
“Jagi, you’re valid and I love you with all my heart, okay?” 
“Don’t pay attention to what they’re saying.” 

Originally posted by rapnamu

Jin; 

-he’d scoff in disbelief every time they’d get your pronouns wrong and immediately would become worried that you’re uncomfortable-

*as soon as the leave the room, he pulls you into his arms* 
“Babe, do you want to leave?” 
“I don’t want their ignorance making you uncomfortable..” 

Originally posted by savethepeebees

Jimin; 

-he’d be just completely incapable of hiding his anger, rolling his eyes every time they spoke- 

“I’m sorry, but I think we should leave now..” 
*he’d suddenly say in the middle of dinner, practically rushing out of there with you after saying your goodbyes*
“I know that was rude, I’m sorry, but I just can’t listen to them do that to you.”
 

Originally posted by sugutie

Yoongi; 

-he’d be good at hiding his anger, even fooling you at one point, but the instant the two of you got back to your hotel he’d blow up- 

“No offense babe, but your parents are ignorant dick heads..”
“Like how the fuck do they expect you to want to be around them when they don’t even acknowledge who you are?” 

Originally posted by imonaworldtour

Jungkook; 

-every time your parents misgendered you, he’d just turn to see if you were okay and every time he’d see your face contort with discomfort; he’d find his heart breaking yet filling with resentment- 

*your parents finally leave to return to their hotel* 
“Babe are you okay?” 
*pulls you into his arms, kissing you all over*
“I don’t want to listen to their stupidity, alright?”
“You don’t deserve to have to deal with being invalidated like that.” 

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Taehyung;

-the first time he’d hear them misgender you, he’d politely correct them and continue to do so throughout the time you two were with them- 

*your dad starts talking about what you were like in highschool and continuously calls you by the wrong pronouns*  
“Excuse me sir, but can you please call y/n by their correct pronouns?”
“I don’t mean to be rude by any means, but I don’t enjoy seeing the love of my life uncomfortable.” 

Originally posted by taehanstic-baby

daxx04  asked:

Impossible eh, Emma is attracted to her dashing neighbor but he is completely disinterested. lol as if.

Bless! I’ve actually had an incomplete fic like this prompt sitting in a dusty folder for the best part of two years so I decided to go back and revisit it lol. i hope this is to your liking, I decided to role reverse a little and have Killian be the closed off one and Emma the one pursuing of sorts. 
It’s also 2am now and i’m knackered so there is a chance of some serious mistakes lol. Apologies!


Emma needed to let it go. Ever since she’d moved into apartment C she’d become infatuated with Mr Jones next door. Her first encounter had been when he’d almost tripped over the two large boxes marked ‘Henry’s stuff’ she’d left in the hall eight months ago. She’d run out to scoot them out of the way and babbled off sincere apologies in the most friendliest way she could. But he hadn’t spoke, just nodded at her stiffly before disappearing behind the door marked with a simple D.

Since then she’d passed him multiple times, always offered him a simple smile or a ‘hey’ yet the man had never once spoken back. He simply gave her a nod with no warmth to it, barely acknowledged her at all.

Now Emma wasn’t naive. She’d met her fair share of rude people and knew how to spot an asshole. While many would have put Mr Jones into that category, she knew better. He wasn’t an arrogant man, although she could admit he was certainly an attractive guy, he wasn’t egotistical, nor was he harsh or dismissive.

No, Emma recognised that the man had walls.

Sky high walls that towered above him, wrapped in barbed wire and probably encased in steel. She should know, she’d had them herself.

That’s what baffled her the most about her obsession with her neighbour. Emma had never been one to start conversations or make friends. She’d always been closed off, defensive, alone… that was until she’d met the lovely Mary Margaret and David. They’d swooped in and changed Emma and Henry’s lives for the better and shown her that there were still good people in the world. And for some unfathomable reason, she felt the urge to do the same for him.

Emma had only managed to figure out three things about the mystery man she shared a balcony with.

Firstly, he was British. While he’d never spoken to her, he had no problem offering a response to her son. The split balcony was safe enough for her four year old to play on without fear of him slipping through bars or climbing off thanks to the modernised structure of the thing, which meant she could cook dinner while he played peacefully, only having to keep one eye on the glass door rather than two. Henry had been babbling away and it had taken a moment to realise that he was actually talking to someone when her ears had picked up a few low rumbles in return.

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Outlander's Caitriona Balfe Addresses Claire and Jamie's Verra Minimal Aging
Before this past Sunday’s Outlander, the last time Claire and Jamie Fraser saw each other, they were in their 20s...
By Kimberly Roots

Before this past Sunday’s Outlander, the last time Claire and Jamie Fraser saw each other, they were in their 20s. After roughly two decades apart, they reunited (or at least started to) at the end of Episode 5… looking much like they had on the eve of the Battle of Culloden, despite the intervening years.

And that, star Caitriona Balfe says good-naturedly, is just something viewers of the show are going to have to get on board with.

Balfe tells TVLine that neither she nor co-star Sam Heughan were afraid of wearing heavy makeup that would make them appear to be in their 40s, but “I do understand the decisions that were made, because there’s a long way to go if we continue to do this show.”

She refers to the Starz series’ source material: Diana Gabaldon has written eight novels in the Outlander series and is working on a ninth. By the end of Book 8, Written in My Own Heart’s Blood, [Slight Spoiler Alert] Claire is in her early 60s, while Jamie is on the northern end of his 50s. If the television adaptation continues its one book = one season formula, that’s a lot more time for the pair to visibly mature on screen.

In the interim, Claire does have a little bit of gray in her hair — though it’s pointed out that she dyed it before returning to 18th-century Scotland — and the next episode (airing Sunday, Oct. 22) contains a brief aside in which Jamie explains something age-related about his appearance. (Trust us, it’s slight.)A little suspension of belief is the best way to go, Balfe says. “A lot of prosthetics can also be jarring and can take people out of the scene, and it cannot look perfect,” she adds. Also, as we’ve learned from Heughan’s stories about the application of Jamie’s scarred back, “that would add an awful lot of production time. It would probably add a lot of cost and post-production [work].”

More importantly, she says, the story is really about how the events of the years that Claire and Jamie were apart have changed them, and whether they still are the soulmates they were before her trip back to her present — regardless of appearance.“I hope that Sam and I were able to portray them internally as different people,” she says. “That’s what we both worked on, how time — or how decisions or how circumstances in your life — wear on you.”

Yes Sir Part 10

Part 10: Acceptance

Professor Winchester and his girl grown impatient with the wait to reveal their secret.

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Warnings: NSFW, Explicit smut including oral/69. The usual- cursing, dirty talk, alcohol. Lots of fluff. Angst. Jealousy. WC: 6340 On AO3

A/N: Damn you Jeffrey & your ig videos ;) I love writing this so damn much. Thanks for being here with me, the readers of this series are the greatest ever. You all make me want to write more. Thanks for all the love. Enjoy!


My grocery bags slumped against the mailbox bank in my apartment building’s lobby as I turned the small brass key and opened my mail slot. After shuffling through junk mail, a thick white envelope fell out of a grocery flyer. My eyes widened as I read the law school’s return address stamp at the top. I ripped the envelope open right there in the hall, squealing when I read the first few lines.

“Good news?” My neighbor asked as I tucked the envelope into my purse.

“Great news!” I replied, not bothering to take my purchases upstairs as I left the building, carrying my sweating bags back to the car.

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