I lit a cigarette thinking I was strong enough to smoke it, but I instantly remembered I promised you I wouldn’t smoke anymore. I promised you I would stop my bad habits. So I watched it burn. Oh, how it burned so fucking slowly. It was torture. Waiting for the damn thing to go out already. Waiting for the wind to blow out the fire I had started. The fire that you started in my heart. The spark you lit the first time you told me you loved me. You were my first cigarrette. You were my first drug, and damn I’m hooked on you. You are the drug that I will never quit…
I got tired of waiting for the wind to come. I got tired of watching the fire burn the paper. The paper burning the tobacco into smoke. The smoke turning my lungs to ash. I got tired of cigarrettes the day I told you I would stop smoking. I got tired of cigarettes the day you told me you were leaving because of my bad habits. I got tired…
The wind blew some of the ash onto the sidewalk and I continued waiting.
I pressed the fire against my neck to stop the flame. To stop the cancer stick from burning any longer. And despite the small red mark on my neck, the fire had finally stopped burning.
But the fire in my heart? That hasn’t stopped. The wind being your lips, never blew it out and I don’t think they ever will. It continues to grow like a wildfire spreading through the woods on a dark night, never even knowing it had started until the trees were burning down. The spark you lit the first time you told me you loved me.. You were my first cigarrette. You started this fire that continues to grow inside me.
You are the drug that I will never quit…
saywecanella (I thought I could stop the fire burning inside me, but I could never stop loving you…)
Alright. What are some of your favorite Sterek headcanons, then? :)
ok listen, like i have so many and this is a dangerous question because you have open the floodgates. (also, i’m so sorry that i’m so late to answer these. life is getting in the way!)
derek hale and stiles stilinski fall in love with all of each other
derek likes to chase stiles’ lips when they’re kissing because every single taste of him is addictive and derek’s never felt so much need
stiles likes to trace derek’s tattoo when they’re resting on their bed, his fingers languidly following the lines while he murmurs, “alpha, beta, omega. past, present, future.” and derek will have this gentle smile as he replies, “you’re my future.”
derek’s head automatically turns to stiles’ heartbeat even if he’s in roscoe still heading up the street. he can pick it out of a thousand heartbeats, knowing which one thumps in his ears when he goes to sleep at night
stiles will never miss any opportunity to touch derek
stiles and derek find the most support from the sheriff
when john looks at derek, he doesn’t see an adult werewolf, capable of ripping people to shreds, he sees the same young man who’s eyes were red-rimmed and lost at the station, soot covering his body
stiles sometimes wonders if derek will stop loving him
derek wakes up every morning to make stiles a cup of coffee
they fight a lot. usually it goes something like this, “derek, stop being a self-sacrificing dolt. erica can handle it. allison and lydia are backup. they’ve got this. plus, the rest of the pack is gonna be with them.” “i’m not letting erica walk right into the line of fire. i’m not letting her get hurt.” “you’re so fucking stubborn!”
but they always talk things through, refusing to go to bed angry with one another
i love yous are constantly being shared between them and they never hesitate to say anything to the pack either
Chirrut: asks random rebels to hit him as hard as they can, go ahead, he can take it. eventually evolves into “throw random shit at me and watch me deflect it with my staff”. would evolve into “try to shoot me and watch me dodge” if Baze didn’t intervene. makes even more blind jokes than usual (they’re bad).
Baze: drinking competitions. once outdrank everyone on echo base, including a couple of aliens who were twice his size. gets emotional and calls everyone little brother/sister. eventually has to throw Chirrut over his shoulder and carry him away from the party.
Cassian: the mom friend until he himself gets too drunk. scolds his drunk friends and curses a lot in spanish. once got tearful and told K-2SO it was his best friend. “you wanna know what’s really shitty about the Empire? you wanna know what the really, really shitty thing is?”, never finishes the thought.
Bodhi: talks non-stop in a near-incomprehensible slur, goes from happy drunk to sad drunk and back to happy drunk in the span of one minute. must be kept out of the hangar at all costs or he will try to steal an x-wing (this job usually falls to Cassian).
Jyn: thinks she can outdrink everyone. cannot, in fact, outdrink anyone. extreme lightweight. will try to start fights with everyone in sight. once challenged Luke Skywalker to a duel (he declined). passes out two hours into the party, has to be carried out.
them: raphael threatened to kill simon’s mom!! he’s EVIL!!!!
me: raphael went to find simon’s mom (without even KNOWING that simon would show up and be there to ‘threaten’) bc he knew simon was worried about her but also knowing that simon going to see her personally and possibly tell the truth about his vampirism would have put both himself AND his mom in danger. raphael was literally protecting them both (tho he’d never admit it) and the only reason he had to ‘threaten’ elaine was bc he NEEDS simon to help him find camille in order to PROTECT HIS ENTIRE CLAN like that’s literally what he’s doing, he’s PROTECTING HIS FAMILY!!!!!
and um side note but if you honestly think raphael would hurt simon’s mom in any way after everything he’s done to help simon and ESPECIALLY after their conversation earlier in 2x03 that alluded to his own mother then…..wow you’ve got another thing coming
ok, but can we appreciate that the egyptian crossovers happen just after the fight with gaia, and magnus chase then starts that winter i think? meaning after the titan war things happened incredibly quickly
so let’s think about annabeth and percy, and everything that’s happened to them after the last olympian:
Percy got kidnapped with his memory taken away, and it turns out roman gods exist
They had to travel to the ancient lands and kill a bunch of giants in another Great Prophecy
They had to face Gaia, a primordial
They discovered the egyptian gods exist, met up with some egyptian magicians, and destroyed some egyptian villains
They discover the norse gods exist; Annabeth’s cousin is a dead warrior; they find out the Chase family attracts immortals because they’re descended from a powerful line; and they also have to help said cousin doing who knows what
Apollo, one of the, ahem, annoying gods, becomes mortal, communications between the camps break down, and it turns out some roman emperors are still alive and kicking
like honestly they just finished the titan war… this was supposed to be the big event in their lifetime and then in pretty much a year and a half they go from thinking the greek gods are the only ones to exist, to finding out there are roman, egyptian and norse gods, and some of the gods don’t even have the decency to stay immortal, like these poor souls
do you remember when they had a year’s break between each quest and now look
Dying didn’t hurt as much as he expected it to, and he made it to Heaven, as far as he could tell, since his beautiful Mama was there waiting for him.
“William,” she said. “You did so good. I’m so proud of you.”
“Not as good as you, Mama.”
She blushed in response but William was surprised to hear a booming laugh in response, the kind of laugh that was so big the person was almost surprised to hear it.
There was a man in a goatee that belonged in the ‘90s wearing a green shirt from decades before that. William could tell from his eyes that he smiled a lot.
The man extended his hand. “Thank you for your kind words earlier, and for taking care of our boy.”
William accepted the handshake. “He really is something, that Randall.”
“Come over here, I wanna show you something.” William was led over to a table with something resembling a photo album. “These are all the memories I have of Randall. I figured you might wanna know a little more about your son when he was younger. He used to really love puzzles because he loved the challenge of trying to put all the pieces together to make a picture. For his seventh birthday we got him a 5000 piece puzzle of a rocket ship because he was really interested in space - he’s just so smart - and-”
“Jack,” William interrupted. “I cannot thank you enough for your adopting Randall and making him part of your family and nurturing him and cultivating his mind-”
“The thing is that I didn’t really have to do much, since he was so independent and all, so willing to take care of other people. But that’s our son.”
William smiled. “Yes. That’s our son.”
Summary: In which Emma is always cold,
and Killian is always warm.
Warnings: Smut, angst
Notes: Much love and gratitude to the organizers at @csjanuaryjoy! Inspired by a prompt from @seethelovelyintheworld, who requested a fic where Emma is cold and Killian is warm, and by the beautiful sketch she drew, which you may find below. Also tagging @icecubelotr44.
It’s only when she’s taken everything out of the satchel twice – packing it carefully back in after the first, and tearing it right back out – that Emma allows herself to pout. She treats Neverland like a place of action. Whenever she’s still, it’s a place of mourning, eternal youth and sorrows, and she can’t hardly stand it. Can’t hardly sleep either. There are sounds echoing through the forest – grating, unnatural noises that belong in the winding, industrial alleys of poorly kept city blocks.
That, and she’s sure she’s never been this cold in her life. So she searches for the sweater she’d brought along, with no luck.
Summary: You and your best friend Taehyung have recently got into the same
university in the capital of Seoul. Hoping that this was your year to finally
admit your romantic feelings towards your said best friend, uni seems an
exciting prospect. But of course, the future never really goes according to
A/N: thank you for all the support you’ve given me so far! nicest fandom to be in tbh
Tae [9:45] cupcake shop. Be there at 10. I’VE GOT NEWS!!!!
Tae [10:01] make that quarter past. Jin trapped me in the bathroom.
It was the morning after you had seen Taehyung kissing Yeji
at the party, and with that image still fresh in your mind, you could already
guess what Taehyung’s ‘big news’ was. It was surprising how quickly Taehyung
wanted to discuss the situation, but then again, there had never been any
secrets between you two.
Well, all except the one where you had a small crush on your
best friend. Almost no secrets.
It took you five minutes to work up the courage to go into
the main living area of your house, worried about meeting one of the girls on
the way. You couldn’t deal with any more lectures about saving electricity or
keeping the noise down, as you had enough on your plate as it was. Did those girls even understand what a tough
time you’d been having?
Making your way out of your room cautiously, you paused as
you spotted a girl sitting at the table in the kitchen area. Normally you would’ve
made a quick exit, seeing as your housemates weren’t exactly the friendliest
bunch. However, this girl you’d never seen before. Her short black hair was
divided into two ponytails on each side of her head, and her pyjamas were pink
and covered in teddy bears, making her very innocent-looking.
At this moment, the girl looked up and caught sight of you,
her face lighting up. “Y/N!” she called out happily, standing up and giving you
a bow. “Glad to finally meet you! Heard so many good things from Jiwon and
Yeona; feels like I know you already!”
You stood there in silence, your eyes wide open in
“Wait… do you even know me?” she questioned, before breaking
into fits of laughter, her hair flopping about like crazy. “I’m so sorry, I
forgot to introduce myself! I’m Mijung.” When you still didn’t reply, she
added, “I live here also.”
“Oh,” was all you could manage, giving Mijung a weak smile.
“Nice to meet you too.”
“Don’t tell me the others haven’t mentioned me? Yah, what
have I told them about being polite? I bet they’ve been grumpy too. Had a lot
of problems, so I’ve been told. But they seem to like you, so they can’t have
been too bad!”
You almost choked on your own saliva. “I’m sorry?” you
spluttered. “They like me?”
Mijung nodded, her face frowning. “Haven’t they been very
nice?” You didn’t reply, but your silence was enough confirmation. Mijung
sighed, clutching her forehead as if she had a headache. “Yeona’s been having
money problems. Her father lost his job so she’s probably very stressed, the
poor thing. And Jiwon, she’s retaking exams and her parents aren’t happy about
it. Those two not the most outgoing people to begin with, but I hope they
haven’t been giving you too much trouble. I’ll have a word with them, don’t you
worry. Then we can have a group meal this evening, get you some proper
Turning around, she went to the fridge and pulled out some
more breakfast, adding to the pile she already had on the table. She was still
talking, but quieter this time, as if she was talking to herself. “Those girls…
they never do what I ask…”
Deciding it was best to be off, you left to meet Taehyung, immediately
noticing how much happier you felt knowing at least one of your housemates
wasn’t completely rude. You felt slightly guilty for judging Yeona and Jiwon so
quickly, as you didn’t even think that they could be going through complications
too. It explained a lot about their
complaints. Got to stop thinking about
yourself, Y/N, you thought firmly. No
more wallowing in self-pity.
With that in mind, you strolled down the street with a new
heart, brushing the one that had crumbled so easily the night before under the
You [10:09] just met the last one of my housemates. imagine you after you’ve had three
cups of coffee – that sums her up. 10:20 okay?
Tae [10:10] I’m not afraid of competition. I’ve drunk two cups already and I can feel
it in my bones
Tae [10:10] Hurry up though, because I will eat your cupcake. The coconut and mango
You [10:11] I’M COMING
The cupcake shop was fast becoming one of your favourite
places to be: set on the corner of a street, the wall of windows soaked up the
sunshine of early spring. Small tables were set up in rows opposite the tills
and cupcakes in the glass display, with soft brown chairs pulled up at each
one. Taehyung was sat in one of those chairs in the far corner, hugging a
zig-zag patterned cushion and staring out the window.
You took a moment to watch him, with his carrot-top hair
already fading into pastel orange, his soft eyes half-closed as he basked in
the warmth of the sun’s rays. As you sat down opposite him, a smile split
across his face, making his eyes sparkle. You swallowed forcefully, feeling the
familiar flip of your stomach. Diverting your gaze from Taehyung’s relaxed
figure, you peered at the huge cupcakes sitting in front of you.
“I see slight abrasions on the icing.”
“That was the person at the counter when they were putting
it on the tray,” Taehyung shot back, his voice calm like he had planned his
You narrowed your eyes at him, but you were looking forward
to eating too much to ask any more questions. Taking a huge bite of your cake,
you smiled at Taehyung sweetly, fully aware you were giving him a pretty
disgusting sight. Laughing, Taehyung did the same, covering his mouth with
icing in the process.
“Hey, Y/N, do you like my beard?” asked Taehyung cheekily,
smearing the icing down his chin.
“You look like an old man,” you teased. “Oh, Master
Taehyung, teach me some words of wisdom.”
A naughty glint appeared in Taehyung’s eye. “I’ll show you,
if you like.” Before you knew what was happening, Taehyung had shoved your
cupcake straight into the middle of your face.
Spitting out bits of icing and wiping your stinging eyes,
you heard Taehyung break down in fits of laughter, wiping his chin clean with a
“That was evil!” you cried, doing your best to wipe off the
icing before it grew sticky. Meanwhile, Taehyung now lay sideways on his chair,
tears forming as his laughs grew silent. “Taehyung!”
“Your face!” he cackled, throwing his head back as a new
wave of laughs hit him.
“I look disgusting! Tae, has it all gone?” you asked,
desperately grabbing napkins.
Once he had regained his composure, Taehyung looked back at
you, scanning your face. “Almost.” Reaching across the table, you felt his
thumb sweep your bottom lip, then your hairline, then the corner of your eye.
Each time you felt his touch your breath hitched, and your hands started to
wobble. His expression grew solemn as he concentrated on gently brushing your skin.
“All gone,” Taehyung said, your cheeks beginning to burn.
He remained completely oblivious to the internal meltdown
you were having, and instead steamrolled on in his usual fashion. “So anyway,
That brought your mood down. “Yeah,” you replied, knowing
that there was no enthusiasm in your words. “Your news.”
“Remember how I found Yeji in the club yesterday? Well, I
said hi to her again and she actually remembered my name! Remember when she
called me Taemin? Anyway, then I asked her…”
You began to zone out as his words made the butterflies in
your stomach turn into stones. The atmosphere had been so nice until Taehyung had brought up Yeji. Not that it was his fault,
of course. He had every right to be happy that he got with his high school
crush, seeing as he didn’t know how you felt towards him. When it was just you
and Taehyung, you realised, it made you calm in a way that you couldn’t quite understand.
He was comfort, and it gave you peace. But now, he was invested in another
girl. Would you ever get that same comfort again?
“Y/N? Are you even here?” Taehyung asked, snapping his
fingers in front of your face.
Shaking yourself back to the present, you tried to remember
what Taehyung was talking about. Ahh,
yes. Yeji. “So, you kissed her. Well done.”
“Ye- wait, what? How did you know?”
You blinked. “Uhh… just assumed, I guess,” you lied. The
last thing you wanted was for Taehyung to know that you saw his intimate
moment, or that you went home without mentioning it. Too many questions, not
enough answers. One thing was for sure: you wanted
to be happy for Taehyung. He was always pining for a girl he couldn’t have,
or turning girls down because his parents wouldn’t approve. After seeing him in
his darkest of days, you knew what a girl like Yeji could do for his
“I think she wants to meet up later. Can’t believe this is
finally happening,” said Taehyung, staring at your hands that you lay casually on
Soon after the words left his mouth, you heard a
high-pitched squeal and a ‘Taehyungie’ come from behind you. You barely looked round
before Yeji swept past in a perfume-scented blur to hug Taehyung.
Not that you were embarrassed by the affection, but more worried that it would
come across as rude to stare, you looked at the view of the street, trying to
even out your breathing. Overnight they’ve
gone from bowing to hugging. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw
Taehyung glance over Yeji’s shoulder in your direction, but you determinedly kept
your head turned, despite there being nothing at all interesting outside to
“Sorry, Taehyung, are you busy?” Yeji asked, suddenly
noticing you sat on the opposite side of the table. “You’re his best friend,
You nodded, finally turning back to meet Yeji’s large,
innocent eyes. She gave you a soft smile, bowing her head slightly as you did
the same. The tension in the air was growing thicker by second, and you could
see Taehyung biting his lip as the awkwardness settled upon the three of you.
Normally, you would’ve tried to break the silence, but there was nothing you
wanted to say to Taehyung or Yeji.
She cleared her throat. “Shall I go?”
“No, no, no,” said Taehyung quickly, grabbing her wrist. “We
were just finishing. Did you want to go to the park?” When Yeji nodded happily,
Taehyung stood up to leave and shrugged on his coat. “I’ll see you later, Y/N!
I’ll text you.”
Then they were gone, and you were left sitting by yourself in
an almost empty shop after your best friend left you again for the same girl. What’s more, you could still feel the
sticky residue of the cake icing around your face, making you feel even worse.
It only took a minute for Yeji to walk in and ruin your good morning.
You didn’t want to go home just yet; although the appearance
of Mijung slightly improved the housemate situation, the thought of moping
around all day wasn’t appealing. So, you continued to sit in the cupcake shop,
staring at the empty chair that Taehyung had filled only moments previously.
You were only pulled out of your statue-like state when two
boys, a little older than you, both squished onto the brown seat opposite.
Looking up at them in confusion, you realised that they were the two people
working behind the counter, as both wore aprons across their black uniforms. They
had light brown hair that flopped across their forehead, toned muscles, and
concerned looks on their faces.
“Are you okay?” asked the smaller one of the two, his
doe-shaped eyes filled with worry. “I’ve never seen anyone so sad in a cupcake
The other boy let out a sound of frustration, sucking air in
through his teeth to restrain himself from saying anything to his friend. “We
just thought you looked down. Can we do anything for you?”
You shook your head, looking down at your lap as you felt your
eyes brimming with tears. Hearing the uneasiness in their voices struck a
chord, the emotions rising in your chest. “No,” you mumbled, letting the tears
spill onto your jeans as they began to overflow.
Suddenly, two pairs of arms were engulfing your small frame,
the smell of flour and freshly baked cakes filling your senses. The kind gesture
simply made you want to cry harder, but the boys held on tight until you
demanded that you were fine.
“I’m sorry,” you sniffed, but they just smiled comfortingly.
“It’s not everyday someone cries after eating a mango and
coconut cupcake,” the taller boy grins, his smile wide and bright.
“When you’ve made
the icing, that’s debatable,” the other boy jibed, earning a poke in his ribs.
The smiley boy ignored his friend’s whines about bruising,
focusing back on you. “I’m Hoseok, and he’s Yoongi. We’re going to close for
lunch, but you can hang out with us if you want. Could use some new company.”
You couldn’t help the smile that tugged on the corner of
your lips as Yoongi began to tickle Hoseok, causing the taller boy to yell in
protest. Struggling to keep Yoongi’s wiggling fingers away from his sides,
Hoseok added, gasping slightly, “Please come so there’s a witness for my
“Okay, yeah,” you said, suppressing a grin. With Taehyung
occupied, you realised how badly you were lacking friends. Perhaps Yoongi and
Hoseok were exactly what you needed.
“This is my favourite place! I come here all the time, it’s
always so quiet here.” For the last half hour, Hoseok and Yoongi had been
showing you all the pretty parts in your region of Seoul, from cute flower
markets to the insane shopping streets. To be more accurate, Hoseok had been
showing you around, as Yoongi just went along with his younger friend. It was
refreshing to hang out with new people, although Hoseok reminded you of
Taehyung in many ways, making you wish he was here with you to explore. You
knew he would’ve loved the gaming shop, which was packed full of everything he
could only dream of. Compared to the shops in your small town on the outskirts
of Daegu, this was heaven.
Hoseok had lead you down a cobblestone street, lined with
cherry blossoms that had buds forming on the branches, ready for spring. The
three of you had stopped outside a long white building, with a small, electric-controlled
gate. Typing in the pin number, the gate buzzed and clicked as it became
unlocked. Proudly, Hoseok walked up the steps, as if he was an estate agent
showing off a property.
“It’s a dance studio,” announced Hoseok, his smile
stretching wider. You had entered the locker room, with glass windows in the
walls showing the practice space next door. “The dance club I’m in owns this
place, but only a few people come here because it’s smaller than the main
studio and it’s a bit out of the way of the main city,” he explained, entering
the empty room.
“Are you into dancing, Y/N?” Yoongi asked, sitting down
against one of the many mirrors to continue eating his lunch.
Your mind briefly thought back to all the dancing you’d done
with Taehyung, but you pushed it away, not wanting to think of Taehyung for the
fiftieth time in half an hour. “I enjoy it,” you said truthfully, “but I don’t
do it seriously.”
“Dancing doesn’t have to be serious,” smiled Hoseok. He
began fiddling with the stereo in the corner and going through his phone. After
putting on an upbeat song, Hoseok started to move to the beat, his body flowing
smoothly as he bounced and slid across the slightly sprung floor. “Join in!” he
called to you.
Seeing you hesitating, Yoongi shouted, “Dance, you muppet!”
It was a little embarrassing dancing next to someone as
talented and professional as Hoseok, but the reassuring smile he gave you throughout
the song made the experience a lot more enjoyable. At first, you tried to copy
Hoseok’s moves, but as he moved too fast, you gave up and instead let the
rhythm control your limbs, throwing yourself into the song. When it ended, you
and Hoseok were left panting, but it was exhilarating being able to let
“You were great, Y/N! With a bit of practice, you could
enter the competition, couldn’t she Yoongs?”
“Yah, what have I told you about nicknames?” Yoongi whined,
his mouth stuffed with food. “But yeah, you’d have a pretty good shot.”
“What competition?” you questioned, fanning yourself with
Hoseok pointed to the wall opposite the door before
collapsing down next to Yoongi, taking the half-eaten chicken and shoving it
into his mouth. The wall was covered in all sorts of flyers, but a large, red
poster caught your eye. It was advertising a dancing competition taking place
at the end of May, which anyone could enter. First place had a prize of… ₩1,000,000?
“A million won for the winner?” you asked incredulously.
“Interested?” laughed Hoseok. “Yoongs and I are entering as
a team, but it’d be cool to have some friendly competition. You’d have to get a
dance partner as well, or several if you want, so you can’t enter solo.”
That’s why you found yourself back at Taehyung’s house,
waiting for him to come home after his day out with Yeji. Jin was fast asleep
on one of the sofas, his head on the arm rest and his earphones in, while
Jungkook played a video game on their TV. Namjoon kept you company on the other
sofa, his long legs laid on top of yours.
“Introvert or extrovert?” he asked, biting the end of the
pencil he was holding.
“Tough. Probably slightly more introverted.”
Namjoon nodded, filling in your answer into the newspaper.
He’d found a quiz that would find your ‘quote of the week’, and seeing as Jin
was asleep and Jungkook refused point blank to participate, he’d jumped on you
as soon as you entered the front door.
“So, your quote of the week is, ‘the stupid neither forgive
nor forget; the naive forgive and forget; the wise forgive but do not forget.’”
“Wow, I’ve been enlightened,” you said sarcastically,
watching Jungkook throw himself on the floor as he died at the same spot for
the third time.
Your heart jolted in your chest as Taehyung entered, making
you decide against telling him off for leaving you for the second time to see
Yeji. Which was lucky, because as soon as Taehyung had stepped around the corner,
Taehyung grinned widely as he caught sight of you sprawled
on the sofa, but you were too focused on the fact that they were holding hands,
their fingers hatched together tightly.
“Hey guys,” Taehyung said brightly. “I’d like you to meet my
All three of your mouths dropped open, while Namjoon’s eyes
were wide in shock, Jungkook’s character in the game received a gruesome death
as his head whipped round in disbelief, and your heartbeat failed on you
completely. You must have misheard…
“Yeji, these are my housemates, Jin, Jungkook, and Namjoon,
and obviously, this is my best friend, who you’ve met before.” Taehyung gave
you a fleeting smile, looking slightly wary of your frozen expression.
“Hello,” Namjoon and Jungkook both mumbled, bowing their
Taehyung had met Yeji yesterday.
How were they already together?
“I’ll be in my room if you need me.” Leaving awkwardly and
dragging Yeji along, he disappeared up the stairs.
As soon as you heard the quiet click of the door, indicating
them being out of earshot, Jungkook almost exploded. “Girlfriend?” he spluttered, his eyebrows upturned.
Namjoon’s eyes darted between you and the staircase where
Taehyung had left the room. “Y/N,” he said slowly, “are you okay?”
The whole reason for you coming to the house was to ask
Taehyung if he would dance with you in the competition. Hoseok and Yoongi went
back to work shortly after you read the poster, but the instructions were
clear: find a dance partner, win the competition, get money. It was like a punch
to the gut. You didn’t even want to think about what Taehyung and Yeji would be
getting up to in his bedroom.
But were you okay? You weren’t sure. Instead of the usual
stone in your stomach, it had become a bottomless pit. Gaping wide open and
utterly empty, like all your hopes and visions had been sucked into this hole
and you were left feeling numb.
“I can’t ask him to be my dance partner, can I?” Your voice
wobbled towards the end of your childish question, but you bit your lip in hope
that no one noticed.
“I’m sure you’ll find someone,” said Namjoon gently.
“Namjoon, I don’t have any other friends. I need the money
to pay my parents back for my rent. I guess… I guess I can find other ways of
sorting it out.”
There was a thoughtful silence following your words, only
disrupted by the sound of deep breathing from Jin.
“Maybe you won’t,” Jungkook pondered, absentmindedly picking
at his jeans while he stared into the distance. “I’m not too shabby at dancing.
I could give it a go, if you’d like.”
Your mouth fell open, not for the first time that day. “Really?
You’d do that?”
“We could make a pretty good team.”
“But if you do get annoyed at him,” added Namjoon, “I’m only
a phone call away.”
The boys laughed, and even you let out a giggle despite
still feeling upset about Yeji. The sudden noise made Jin startle from his
slumber, blinking against the harshness of the light.
You watched him notice how there had been a change in
atmosphere since he had last been awake, his eyes narrowing in suspicion as he
peered at all three of you.
gryffindor against slytherin quidditch match in hogwarts. james has been anxious for weeks. and now it’s happening.
gryffindor is leading 40-10, and he scored three of those goals. he knows it’s too soon to call it a win, but he is getting more and more confident about it. maybe if he wins lily evans will look at him, or even congratulates him !
he hears a noise next to him and almost get hit by the slytherin beater ( who would have called it an accident of course ) he flies higher and intercepts the ball. he throws it at Marlene to catch and…
“SLYTHERIN CAUGHT THE SNITCH ! SLYTHERIN WINS !”
james takes a few seconds to analyze this information, before to consider jumping off his broom right now.
the gryffindor steps go silent. everyone is in shock. they are all starring at their team, in awe
except for one person who stands up and shouts :
“GOOD JOB LITTLE BRO THAT WAS SOME MAD FLYING SKILLS !”
Did I ever mention that I’m Azurrin trash? Because I am; and as usual, it’s almost completely all @ticcytx ‘s fault. I never have money to commission your lovely art (SOB) but I wanted to thank you for all the ships and all the super cute art ;3; Also, thank you for corrupting me, ONce YOU SET FOOT IN AZURRIN 🇸 🇲 🇺 🇹 YOU CAN NEVER TURN BACK IFfwebfefnl KH
“Hey, Louise?” Dan whispers to his friend as they walk down the block toward the restaurant.
Several dozen feet ahead of them Phil walks with PJ, content to listen to the man animatedly tell him a story, and Tom is lagging only a foot or two behind them, distracted by his phone. Tyler walks with his arm linked through Dan’s to ensure he doesn’t get left behind by his long legged friend, and Louise is happily skipping along at Dan’s left.
“Yeah?” She asks, a little too loudly for Dan’s liking, and he shakes his head. Curious, Tyler leans closer so he can hear. “What’s up?” She asks, voice hushed this time.
“Um… Be careful what you bring up to Phil today- and maybe don’t mention his relationship with me.” Dan murmurs, and confusion passes over his friends faces.
“Why not? Is everything okay?” Tyler asks before Louise can, and Dan shrugs.
“I’m not sure. I’m pretty confident that something is wrong with him, but he won’t talk to me about it.”
“This isn’t going to be 2012 again, is it?” Louise asks bluntly, and Dan feels his stomach flip and has to swallow the urge to vomit.
“No.” He says firmly.
They arrive shortly after that, Tom and PJ waiting outside the doors for them.
“Where’s Phil?” Dan asks, and PJ shrugs.
“Said something about needing a drink.” Tom says, and Dan nods in understanding.
They enter and once they’re seated Phil reappears, taking his seat next to Dan as per usual for the last seven years. Dan’s gaze takes over his boyfriend, trying to read his expression, but for once Phil’s face is blank.
“Phil?” He whispers, unheard by their friends, and his fingers gently touch Phil’s hand.
Phil moves his hand away and doesn’t answer, wordlessly shaking his head. Dan removes his hand, but can’t deny the hurt blossoming in his chest.
They get most of the way through lunch when it happens.
“So Phil, when are you two going to come out?” PJ asks, and Phil snaps. Despite the friendly, teasing tone in PJ’s voice, Phil shoots out of his chair like he’s been stabbed and storms out of the restaurant.
“Is he okay?” Tyler asks, and Dan is standing before his sentence is even finished.
He stumbles out of the restaurant and quickly finds Phil seated against the wall, knees drawn to his chest with his face hidden in his hands. He approaches swiftly, and kneels next to him.
“Phil?” He asks softly. “I don’t know if I’m allowed to touch you but.. I’m here for you.”
He carefully scrutinizes the man, frowning when he realizes Phil’s hands are shaking and his breathing is ragged and his entire body is subtly trembling, and everything about this is reminding Dan of when he himself has anxiety attacks. He immediately drops into more of a seated position, and gently touches Phil’s leg. To his relief, Phil pushes gently into the touch.
“I’m here if you-” He breaks off when Phil lurches into his arms, and they almost fall back onto the pavement. Almost immediately Dan’s arms encircle Phil, and he knows they must look like lunatics right now but he can’t be bothered to care.
“I’m sorry-” He breathes, lips trembling against Dan’s neck, and Dan’s chest tightens. “I should have confessed sooner- I can’t stop thinking about it but I don’t want to pressure you or-” he breaks off as a ragged sob escapes, and Dan feels tears wetting his shirt.
“Shh, shh,” He whispers softly, gently rubbing his hand up and down Phil’s back, legs shifting so they’re crossed around Phil. “What’s wrong, Phil?”
“I don’t want to be just ‘Dan and Phil’ anymore!” Phil blurts, and Dan feels a sharp pain in his chest. “And maybe- maybe I don’t want to be 'phan’ either because I really don’t understand a lot of that, but I-” he falters, hands shaking and breath trembling. Dan reaches out and gently grasps Phil’s hands, the pain in his chest fading as understanding dawns, and Phil meets his gaze as more tears slip out.
“It’s okay.” Dan whispers gently, and for a second Phil actually believes it. “We don’t have to be anything we don’t want to be.” He promises, “And if you want to stop hiding then we can.”
“It can’t be a rash decision-”
“Phil,” He interrupts, voice dripping with love as he leans forward and captures Phil’s lips. “Phil,” he says again when they part. “It doesn’t count as a rash decision after seven years.”
Phil snorts but the hint of a smile tugs at his lips, and when Dan releases his hands they aren’t shaking anymore. He leans forward, their noses bumping together gently, and his eyes flutter shut as he tries to regulate his breathing as Dan gently doodles small patterns upon his cheek with the tip of his finger.
“Thank you, bear.” He whispers when his heartbeat slows and he can think straight again. “I’m sorry to drop that on you in the middle of lunch with our friends.” His eyes open, gaze locking with Dan’s. “I don’t want to pressure you. We’ve waited this long, a little more waiting won’t kill anybody.”
“To hell with waiting.” Dan says, leaning closer to Phil. “We’ve waited enough.”
Phil smiles slightly, and when Dan gets to his feet Phil follows. They make their way to the door to rejoin their friends, and as they walk Phil stews over what Dan had said.
“Hey, Bear?” He calls to the man a few steps ahead, and Dan immediately pauses and turns to face him, cheeks flushing.
“I love you.” He says, grabbing Dan’s hand and tugging him back so their lips can meet.
Dan sighs into the kiss and lifts his free hand, resting it on the back of Phil’s neck, and he pushes closer into the kiss, heart pounding in his chest.
“I love you too.” He breathes, and Phil grins.
Their fingers link together as they walk into the restaurant and approach the table, and PJ immediately rushes to apologize.
“Phil, I’m so sorry man, I-”
“I- what?” He asks in confusion, and Phil grins, tugging Dan’s hand to pull him closer.
“Now.” He says again, and Tyler is the first to clue in, jumping up with a triumphant shout.
“Yes bitch!” He cries, and Dan snorts.
“It’s about time you guys.” Louise teases, and Dan tenses but Phil only nods as they take their seats.
After binge-watching Disney, I decided this was important.
Person A is Cinderella, and B is the prince. Least favorite characters are Cinderella’s step-siblings and step-parent.
Put person A of your otp and a small group of their friends in the same situation Duchess and her kittens were in, (meaning they were lost and couldn’t get back home). Person B is Thomas, who helps them.
Put your otp in The Little Mermaid. For bonus points, add another creative reason for them not to be together.
Like in Tarzan, A has been in isolation until B, (+group if wanted), finds them.
Person A is Snow White, their friends/not-actually-related-family are the Seven Dwarves, and B is the Prince. Antagonist is the Evil Queen (duh).
Ratatouille related, C is the friend who helps A achieve everything, but B gradually starts teaching A as well.
Person A is the optimistic underdog, and B is the assumed bad guy who can’t catch a break. (Zootopia)
Okay, guys this is the second one, I really hope y'all like it! (Plz give me your validation because you know…I’m a weird and shy potato)
- He would literally buy you everything
- And then try to make up a holiday or reason why he’s giving it to you
- “So what’s today, James?”
- “I told you, today is National Cuddle Day!”
- “Uh huh, so if I may ask darling, who are the people that celebrate today, or even know about this day?”
- “Ummm, Sirius, Peter, and Remus knows…I think…”
- You would arch one of your eyebrows accusingly because you don’t like the way James spent so much money on you just to buy useless stuff
- “James, darling, when I said you could only buy me stuff if there’s a holiday, that doesn’t mean make up stuff so you can give me these gifts.”
- He would pout
- Until you got up and kissed him and cuddled with him
- He is the most hopeless romantic there is
- So he plans all the dates
- There would be picnics by the lake when the sun is setting
- Fancy dinners at expensive restaurants
- And being the gentleman he is, he would hold the door open for you and pull out your chair
- But on the first date he gets really nervous and pulls out the chair too much
- Which makes you fall on the floor
- And he gets all flustered and thinks you regret going on his date with him
- “Sorry! Sorry. Sorry Y/N.”
- “Awww you’re like a little puppy, you’re so cute when you’re nervous.”
- And then his confidence comes back to him
- “I’m cute? I’m pretty sure I can think of thousands of words better than that to describe me. Like handsome, charming—”
- “Or you could just be helpful by helping me up off this floor, you know.” You said while chuckling.
- He then picks you up in his arms and sets you in the chair
- He would be more of a putting his arm around your waist or shoulder guy
- Mostly around the waist because it showed that you were his girl
- And sometimes the hand would slip a little lower than your waist
- “James, your hand is on my butt.”
- “Sorry, that was on purpose.”
- Softly swatting his arm
- He would be so worried when you’re sick
- He even tries to attempt to make you chicken noodle soup in the kitchen
- Which accidentally turns to a fire, a few burned house elves, and not allowed to go in the kitchens for a month
- And he would carry you bridal style in his arms everywhere
- “James, darling my throat hurts isn’t the same as my legs are broken and I can’t walk anymore.”
- “Baby, you never know how you could get hurt because you’re so clumsy.”
- “I’m not losing you anytime soon.”
- “It’s not like I would actually die.”
- “Still not going to take any chances, you’re too special to me.”
- That line does it for you as you give up struggling and just sink into his arms and snuggle up against his chest
- His rock hard chest with six packs may I add
- I mean what else would you expect from him expect for 6 packs?!
- Helping him study for exams
- But he wouldn’t even be paying attention most of the time
- He would just be looking at you with adoration in his eyes
- “James, what’s the counterattack for the jelly legs spell?”
- “James? Are you even listening to me?”
- “Whatever you say darling.”
- Throwing your hands up in frustration and leaving him in the library by himself
- Someone dare try to fight me that James isn’t the best cuddler because he would be
- Curling up in his lap in the common room
- And he would pull you closer to him
- Then he would kiss the top of your forehead
- And then your hair
- But his kisses are literally THE BEST
- Randomly kissing you softly in the hallways between class
- “Darling, stop. Everyone is looking at us!”
- “Well then everyone can know that you are mine and they better not pull a move on my girl.”
- “Just go to class, love.”
- “What?! I don’t even get an awww for being romantic?”
- “No, you don’t unless you don’t want to continue what you were doing to me later tonight.”
- This shuts him right up as he happily walks you to your next class and goes off whistling
- Okay back to James’ types of kisses
- The ones where he drops little kisses all over your face
- Passionate ones after a fight
- Or after not seeing each other for a long time
- Kisses on your shoulders when he’s hugging you from behind
- Okay so lemme talk about how amazing his hugs would be
- Please let me because this boy would hug you in the most adorable ways
- When you’re are descending the stairs from the girls dorms while he’s descending from the boys dorms at the same time
- Reaching the bottom at the same time
- But then he starts running towards you with that stupid silly grin of his
- And hugs you so tightly towards him
- And picks you up off the ground and twirls you around
- Let me elaborate some more
- This isn’t a small twirl
- It’s literally him picking you up and spinning you around in the freaking air
- Everyone in the common will start clapping or wolf whistling
- You would blush while James will take a bow and then puts his arm around you
- Ugh that was too fluffy
- Now someone get me a boyfriend
- Better yet, get me a James Potter
- Then the side hugs
- And the comfort hugs
- And the sad hugs
- Basically James is an amazing hugger of every kind
- Finding out about his Animagus
- And being very surprised
- “Wait, so you’re the stag that I visit every weekend by the Forbidden Forest?”
- “Of course! I wasn’t going to let you visit some strange animal!”
- “Shut up, James. Wait that must mean you’re also that stag that ran loose terrorizing the school?”
- “Shhhh, love. We don’t talk about that…”
- Being the biggest Quidditch fan that there is
- Actually, that’s a lie
- Being the biggest James Potter is my boyfriend look at him fan during Quidditch games
- Wearing his scarf during the games
- After every game, he would fly over to you and put you on his broom for a victory lap around the field
- You would wrap your arms around him tightly
- Which he loves because everyone in the freaking school can see that you’re his
- Sirius being the commentator and narrating everything going on
- “Well look at that, our Gryfinndork champion has finally got himself a girl! We had no faith in you at all! Poor Y/N has to deal with you now! Y/N! We send our apologies for how messed up he is!”
- Yes, the Gryfinndork was intentional
- James laughing along with you and then flying over to where Sirius was and hexing him
- Every minute of everyday with him is something you treasure