Based on the prompt: “we’ve been engaged to be married since we were three but this is the first time we’ve met and your portraits really don’t do you justice”
Fifteen years ago, when nine year old Derek was sat down by his parents and informed of his duty as a prince to his kingdom, he didn’t fully grasp what it meant to be engaged. There was brief talk of marriage that he’d let fly right past him, so far in the future it wasn’t a concern, and the vague knowledge that he was spoken for, but it had little impact on his life at the time.
He was told his betrothed had just turned three, like Cora, which brought up the memory of his little sister throwing his favorite book in a full toilet just the week before, and then he dismissed the entire issue from his mind when Laura called for him to join their game of hide and seek. He had more important things to worry about than some baby in another land, ruining other people’s prized possessions.
Ten years ago, they received word that Queen Claudia had passed, and fourteen year old Derek had dutifully signed the condolences his mother penned from the family, but it hardly affected him beyond pulling him away in the middle of his sword training. It was a distant death in a distant northeastern kingdom, affecting people Derek had never even seen before. He returned to his training alongside his best friend and future guard Boyd, and that was that.
The same happened nine years ago, upon the marriage of King Jonathon and his new wife, Queen Melissa; he signed the longwinded letter of congratulations, sat through a brief lecture on the importance of keeping up on these things and staying informed of these types of changes for political reasons, and then dashed back outside to where Boyd was waiting with their horses, forgetting it all in seconds. They were a distant family he had no personal connection to, he couldn’t say he felt strongly either way about their brand new union.
Eight years ago, the reality of his situation came crashing down on him with the arrival of a portrait.
The Portrait was the only portrait of his betrothed that was ever sent, and Derek was grateful for King Jonathon’s foresight. The first was upsetting enough on its own, as was the realization that Derek was going to be joined in holy matrimony to its subject, and he didn’t need the customary annual portraits to remind him of his fate. He tried to be less shallow about it, look for the inner beauty and the whip-smart mind his mother always praised after her visits to the north, but there was no getting around it.
Summary//Request: Based on Jay Park’s lyrics from his song ‘Stay With Me’. Jay thinks you deserve more than him after he’s forced to cancel spending time with you on your birthday. But, you show him that none of that matters to you - that you’ll always stay with him, no matter what.
Note; not rated M for mature, but includes some suggestive scenes.
the thing is that yesterday, when sana first started tagging sara in the screenshots, it felt good for a moment, it felt like victory, looking at what seemed like the beginning of the fall of that horrible, horrible person who had done these horrible things to her. the action felt good, and the short term consequences as well, so she kept posting. but she was in the comfort of her home and away from school, away from reality kinda, and she didn’t have to see the repercussions unfold. but now she had to, at school, listening to these girls talk, seeing isak and being reminded of how he’s involved. she will have to face it all, now
So uh. I noticed you're kinda naked. Is that intentional, or... ? For Tsuna and Reborn please
“So uh. I noticed you’re kinda naked. Is that intentional, or…?” Tsuna trails off as he huddles in his cocoon of blankets, preparing to go to bed.
Reborn scoffs. “Your cow brat destroyed my bed, so I’ll be sleeping with you. And I happen to sleep naked. Budge over, Dame-Tsuna.”
Tsuna doesn’t move though. “Maybe I don’t want you in my bed.”
Reborn arches an eyebrow and looks distinctly unimpressed. Tsuna meets his eyes and says nothing.
This is part of their game. Ever since Reborn’s body caught up to where he was before the curse, its been becoming increasingly hard to ignore the weight of his gaze, the way his hands seem to linger just a hair longer than before whenever he touches Tsuna. He’s still Reborn, but the boundaries between them are being subtly prodded into changing once more. This time, in ways Tsuna has no experience in, and has no clue on how to deal with.
So perhaps it says something about the amount of time he’s spent with Reborn that his default idea is playing hard to get.
“Why not?” Reborn asks, putting a hand on his hip (and nope, Tsuna’s not going to be lured into looking below the chest at all). “You should be honored to have someone like me grace you with my presence. You certainly never seemed to mind when I was small.”
“Yes well,” Tsuna points out dryly. “There’s a world of difference between sharing a bed with you as a baby when I was thirteen, and sharing one with you as a grown man now when I’m twenty two.”
Reborn’s gaze darkens, and he looks very much the part of the predator as he tilts his head slightly and utters and quiet “Oh?”
Tsuna has to remind himself to breath after a second, and after swallowing down enough saliva to wet his suddenly very dry mouth, continues. “Well yes. For one, you didn’t hog nearly as many blankets as you probably will now back then. And I refuse to sleep with a blanket hog. So shoo!” And he rolls over, sticking his head under his pillow and praying to whatever gods are available that Reborn takes the hint.
No such luck. A second later the pillow over his head is thrown aside, and Reborn grins down at him, wicked. “Well then, we should snuggle, so we don’t hog blankets, hm?”
Oh no, Tsuna thinks, and a second later he sighs as his blankets are whipped off him, and a warm body wraps itself around him in their stead. The blankets are returned, but the pillow remains gone, a prisoner to Reborn. “There we go,” the man says smugly. “Now isn’t that better?”
Tsuna kind of wants to die a little. While there’s nothing necessarily sexual going on right now, this is rather intimate. Tsuna has very little idea how to deal with intimate as far as Reborn’s concerned. His Guardians? Sure, put him in a snuggle pile with his Guardians any day of the week. Reborn? Not so much.
“Sure,” he says, and turns his back to Reborn, hoping the man will take the clue. He’s used up all his defiance for tonight, and the idea of pushing his luck further results in mental images of Reborn yanking his chain while he blushes and stutters and tries to make himself melt into the floor. “Now go to sleep.”
Reborn presses himself up against Tsuna’s back, tangling their legs and hooking his chin over Tsuna’s shoulder, arms wrapping themselves around Tsuna’s sides. “Alright,” he purrs. “Goodnight, Tsunayoshi.”
Tsuna says nothing. Reborn drops off after a few moments, but Tsuna doesn’t dare to move. He stays awake until almost two in the morning, when he’s simply too exhausted to stay awake panicking.
The first thing he hears upon waking is the sound of soft humming. There are fingers, gentle and warm, stroking the back of his neck. Tsuna mumbles nonsense into his pillow, snuggling closer to whichever one of his Guardians has snuck into his bed again. Surely a few more minutes of sleep won’t hurt. It’s Sunday. There’s barely anything to do on Sundays.
The fingers dig into a muscle on his shoulder, and Tsuna positively purrs and arches up into the hand, stretching. Soft laughter meets his actions. “Look at you, all affectionate. After how cruel you were to me last night, I was certain I’d wake up alone.” The fingers dig again, and Tsuna drifts between being almost asleep and almost awake, unsure which way to go. “I should have known you’d be a snuggler.”
“G’t sleep,” Tsuna says to whoever they are. He’s too tired to put a face to the voice, but he knows they’re familiar, and that’s enough for him. “S’nday.”
“So it is.” The body presses closer, and Tsuna rolls over and happily presses closer, letting his own arms wrap around the warm torso, nuzzling into their bare chest. “You’re lucky I’m a patient man, Tsunayoshi, or you’d likely be getting a different kind of wake up call right now.”
Tsuna falls back asleep before whoever the person is can make good on whatever threat they’re making, or whatever the heck they’re talking about. The next time he wakes up he’s alone, and feeling much more rested. He scrubs the sleep from his eyes, takes a warm shower, and then goes downstairs for breakfast.
“Sleep well?” Reborn asks as he sits down. “I didn’t hog too many blankets, did I?” he snickers at the look on Tsuna’s face.
I need a Otayuri fanfic that have a couture designer Otabek and a young model Yuri, is my dream
omg I like that idea so much. I am always on board for any kind of photographer/couture designer and model kind of AU.
I can see Yuri contacting Otabek saying I wanna model for you and Otabek being like Um isn’t usually the other way around? me contacting for models? and Yuri being Yuri is like Do you know how many designer wants me to wear their things, Altin? and I chose you!
So Yuri sends him some pictures from his portfolio and Otabek might lost himself a few hours searching for the name Yuri Plisetsky on Google and okay wow, he wants that man to model his clothes so bad.
So they set up an appointment and they finally meet and he is even more beautiful in real life. All long limbs and long golden hair and bright green eyes lined with perfect eyeliner. Otabek ends up staying up all night after Yuri left, sketching new pieces of clothing inspired by him, showing his lean figure, his long, long legs, the defined muscles of his back and arms. He picks some purple fabric because he knows it would do wonder to the color of Yuri’s eyes.
And Yuri keeps showing at his studio unannouced, giving his opinion on cuts and fabric and colors and Otabek really wants to be annoyed by how bossy he is, but he likes the way Yuri’s pale cheeks turns pink whenever Otabek says his ideas are good, or how amazing he looks in the stuff he designed for him.
Or when he answers right back whenever Yuri tries to be sassy and bossy with him. Otabek likes how his eyes gets wide with surprise before his face goes adorably red.
And Yuri texts him. A lot. Most of the time, sending ideas his way, but sometimes cat videos as well, sometimes selfies too and really, Otabek isn’t strong enough for the sight of Yuri standing in front of his mirror in nothing but very tiny pyjama shorts and a dark purple crop top.
And then Yuri, one time, shows up late at night, after one horrible day, and one horrible photoshoot and Otabek is still there, working in the dark and drawing in his sketchbook. Yuri looks exhausted so they just sit there in complete silence until Otabek asks him what he is doing here so late, the studio is empty apart from them. And Yuri says he wanted to see him. And for once, he looks soft and he smiles and laughs a lot and he shines really, really bright even in the darkness of the room.
He keeps touching Otabek, some tiny casual touch apart from the fact Yuri’s fingers are shaking a little bit, and he keeps biting his lip and his eyes looks almost feverish, his cheeks pink with something Otabek is scared to name.
And that’s when they kiss for the first time right?
Can you do a fic where pietro is an ass to the reader and she is like best friends with Bucky? And pietro is mean because he’s jealous of their relationship but one time he takes it too far and he never gets her? Thanks- Anon /// I was wondering if you could do a fic where the reader has feelings for Bucky but pietro is an asshole to the reader? But then Bucky says he loves reader and pietro gets all mad? Sorry if this is hard to understand - @lucihaspie
Note: hi guess who’s back. back again. ya girl. ok so I put these two together, I hope that’s okay! this took a while and I apologize! feedback is more than welcome and thanks so much for the request! .c
You and Bucky have been best friends basically since he arrived at the tower. You were bold in trying to get him to be your friend, and he warmed up to you one night after you let him vent to you about what went on in his mind.
He knew he could confide in you and come to you about anything. You knew you’d never match up to his friendship with Steve, but it was pretty damn close. You had to admit, you’ve actually fallen for the super soldier.
There was an issue though, you were bold, but not bold enough to tell Bucky how you really feel. So, you leave it hidden in the back of your mind, closed off until the right moment. If that would ever come. Most days, you had an annoying pest called Pietro to keep those feelings and thoughts at bay.
You had just gotten back from a mission, tired and covered in mud and grime. Your joints hurt and you had cuts littered all over your body. Though the mission was a success, you had Pietro yelling in your ear every step you took about how you almost messed it all up, even though you really didn’t.
The team followed behind you and Pietro, watching him scream at you. “You’re stupid! An idiot! You could have gotten me shot!” Pietro yelled with his thick accent, his arms flailing around. You bit your tongue, tasting the metallic iron rising to the surface from biting so hard. You stared straight ahead, trying to drown out the man yelling at the top of his lungs at you.
You heard heavy footsteps approaching and someone shoved Pietro to the ground, just to have him speed back to his feet. “Enough! She didn’t do a damn thing wrong! I am tired of you acting like she’s nothing! Leave her alone!” You heard Bucky yell at Pietro. The two were toughing noses and both breathing heavily. “Hit me. Go on, if you’re so tough.” Pietro spat menacingly as Bucky’s metal hand clenched.
Wanda stepped in between the two, both of their chests crowding her. “If anybody hits anyone, it’ll be me hitting the both of you. Stop it.” Wanda ordered, staring up at her brother’s face. Bucky growled and you heard his arm whirring.
He stomped off towards your direction and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his side as he placed his lips on your head. Pietro watched as you two walked off, his fists clenched.
A few hours had passed and you were all cleaned up. You were relaxing in the common room on the couch with Bucky, your head in his lap. Bucky’s hand was raking through your hair, gently scratching and massaging your scalp. You hummed in content with your eyes shut and Bucky stared down at you, a smile on his face. “That feel good?” Bucky asked, his voice just above a whisper.
You nodded gently as you opened your eyes to look at Bucky. He was staring down at you and you immediately blushed. Bucky chuckled, his body gently moving against you. “You’re cute when you blush.” Bucky said, caressing your hairline, letting his hand move down the length of your hair. “Are you serious? She’s not cute at all.” You heard Pietro’s annoying voice chime in.
Bucky’s head snapped towards Pietro, his jaw clenched. “Might wanna get your eyes checked.” Bucky grumbled, his hand ceasing it’s movement. You sighed and sat up, leaning against Bucky’s chest.
A loud “ha” escaped from Pietro’s mouth. “My eyes work perfectly fine,” He said with a smug grin, taking a seat in the chair near the sofa, “I can see that Nat’s a goddess. Y/N? Nowhere near.” Pietro finished, his fingers tapping speedily against the arms of the chair.
You swallowed the lump that was forming in your throat. You had confided in Bucky one night about how insecure you felt about yourself and how you thought Natasha was better in basically every area. Bucky told you that he thought you were perfect and you should never talk so lowly of yourself.
You tried to move off of Bucky, but his arm slithered around your waist, holding you against him. Bucky sighed heavily. “Pietro, do us a favor and just leave, please.” Bucky snapped, his voice wavering between angry and calm.
You sank into Bucky’s hold, feeling your face heat up. “Okay, tell me this, Barnes. Who would you choose between Nat and Y/N?” Pietro asked, causing Bucky’s breathing to stop and you to sit and wait for his answer.
Your heart was thumping in your ears as Bucky stayed silent. You shoved yourself off of Bucky, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Pietro’s arm stuck out as you walked by him and he gripped your wrist. “Don’t touch me.” You spat, yanking your hand from him.
Bucky stood to his feet, watching you two. Pietro smirked at you, his eyes staring into your watery ones. You saw a flash of something in his eyes, but you couldn’t place your finger on it. It almost looked like guilt, sadness, and pain. But you knew he could never feel bad about how he treated you.
Pietro shrugged and chuckled. “So, you know I’m right then.” Pietro said to Bucky as you walked away, not being able to handle standing there any longer. You weren’t there to see Bucky snatch Pietro up by his shirt and defend your honor, telling Pietro how you felt about yourself and how much he loved you. You didn’t see the anger take place in Pietro.
You ran to your room, shoving past a team member every now and then. Steve finally stopped you in your hallway, he had been in Wanda’s room, discussing Pietro earlier and what they should do to stop it for good. “Y/N?” Steve asked, his blue eyes observing your current state. You sniffled and looked at your shoes. “C-Captain.” You said, your voice breaking.
Steve stepped closer to you, his finger lifting your chin. “Y/N, you can call me Steve off duty. Tell me what’s wrong.” Steve said with a slight frown, wiping your tears. Your lip quivered and you threw yourself into Steve’s arms, sobbing into his navy blue shirt. “Pietro.” He said with a firm voice, he was all too familiar with this. His arms tightened around you before he pulled away.
You choked on another sob and Steve held your arms. “I’ll be back. Go to Wanda, talk to her, please.” Steve said before he placed a kiss to your forehead. You nodded and he left, his strides long and angry. You stood in front of Wanda’s door and she turned to you. “Hey Y/N-” She gasped at your wet cheeks and puffy eyes. “Again?” She asked, shaking her head as she walked over to you and hugged you.
You sighed into the hug, your arms holding her. “He’s so mean all the time.” You whispered as you felt Wanda’s hands rubbing your back. “I tell him to stop, he just doesn’t listen.” Wanda said softly, “Y/N, there’s something you should know.” Wanda said as she pulled back from you. You listened closely.
Wanda sighed and looked around her room, as if she were searching for what to say. “My brother is jealous of your relationship with Bucky.” Wanda finally said and your eyebrows creased together. “Wh-why? Why would that give him any reason to treat me so horribly?“ You questioned as you felt the anger in your stomach start to boil. You watched Wanda’s face as she gave you a look.
Wanda shook her head, her hair falling from behind her ear. “I-I think he likes you.” Wanda said, almost whispered. Your mouth fell open and you took a step backwards. Pietro treated you horribly because he was jealous and likes you? Who the hell does that? How is that right at all? You scoffed and wiped angry tears away, leaving Wanda’s room.
She rushed after you and grabbed your wrist. “Y/N! Please, don’t-” You turned to her. “What? Don’t hurt him?” You spat, squinting your eyes at her. She recoiled and frowned. She nodded and tucked her lips between her teeth before responding. “I can’t stop you.” She said, meeting your eyes. You scoffed. “No, you can’t.” You said before stomping away.
Your anger was something you hardly act on but now, you just wanted to lash out. You breathed in and out heavily, ignoring the sudden lightheaded wave that hit you. You took the elevator up to the common room and heard Bucky yelling already. No doubt at Pietro. You walked in cautiously, listening.
Bucky growled, shaking his head. “You’re the biggest piece of-of CRAP! You profess love but treat her like she’s nothing!? Yo-you-” Bucky pointed at Pietro, “are a waste of her time!” He yelled, his voice growing hoarse. Pietro was standing still, his shoulders slumped. You walked in and gained the attention of everyone. Wanda walked in beside you now.
You bit back your anger, deciding to spare Pietro your own wrath. Pietro turned to you and Bucky looked like he had been crying. Your heart sank as you walked up to Pietro. You looked up at him and he was about to speak, until your hand flew up and across his cheek. You heard gasps fall from the mouths in the room. Pietro held his reddened cheek and wiggled his jaw.
His eyes filled with tears and he looked down at you. Your hand stung but you shook it off, straightening your back and shoulders. “I deserved that.” Pietro said softly. You scoffed and shook your head. “You deserve a lot worse after everything you did to me.” You said, your voice smaller and weaker than you wanted it to be.
Pietro clenched his jaw and nodded, his cheek slightly swelling. “I, uh, guess you don’t feel the same, huh?” Pietro asked you, his eyes meeting yours. You shook your head, looking up at him. “No.” You said before turning on your heel and making your way back to your room.
Back in the common room, Bucky walked over to Pietro. “You fucked up. But at least she has someone to treat her right and who loves her.” Bucky said, walking away. Pietro scoffed and chuckled, getting angry again. Before he could speed over and give Bucky a swift punch to the face like he wanted, Wanda trapped him in her red shield.
Bucky kept walking, taking the elevator to your room.
You were sitting on your balcony with your legs dangling through the openings, letting the cold wind dry your fresh tears. You wiped at your cheeks and inhaled shakily, a little sob breaking through your mouth.
You couldn’t believe that someone would treat you so horribly and say such mean things to you, cutting you down to nothing but insecurities, and say they like you. You just couldn’t believe it.
You heard your balcony doors open, not able to see who it was as you stared down at the busy city far beneath you. “Wanda, if you’re here to scold me for slapping your brother, I’m not going to apologize.” You said through your sobs. “I was going to say it was pretty impressive, though I expected a punch.” You heard Bucky say with a small chuckle.
You couldn’t help but blush at the sound of his voice. You felt him pick you up by your waist, pulling you from the railing. You turned to Bucky and shivered from the gust of wind, your hair whipping into your face. He tucked it behind your ear and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You let Bucky take you back inside of your room, shutting the balcony doors.
You sat on your bed, leaning against your headboard. Bucky sat beside you and pulled you onto his lap. “Y/N, please don’t cry.” Bucky whispered, cradling your head onto his shoulder.
You sniffled and held in your tears, a tired sigh escaping your lips. “I just don’t know how-I mean, he-” You sobbed again, shaking your head. Bucky held you closer and shushed you gently. He rocked you back and forth, his own heart breaking at your tears.
You sat in silence, listening to Bucky’s slow and steady breathing. You played with his metal fingers, finding comfort in the cold. Bucky placed kisses along your head, his flesh hand drawing random shapes on your thigh. “I love you, Y/N.” Bucky suddenly whispered, leaning his chin on your head. You stopped your movements and your breath hitched in your throat.
You sat up and turned in Bucky’s lap, straddling him as your eyebrows creased. “What?” You asked, your voice soft. You stared into Bucky’s eyes and he held your waist, his thumbs rubbing the small bit of exposed skin from your shirt riding up. Bucky smiled and looked at your face, studying every inch of it as if he would forget it.
Bucky inhaled nervously. “I love you.” Bucky repeated, his eyes searching yours. Your mouth fell open a tad as you processed what he just said. “But, earlier you didn’t say who you’d choose, I assumed you said Natasha after I left.” You said, looking away from Bucky’s eyes. “No, I’d choose you any day. I just didn’t know what to say, Pietro was pissing me off.” Bucky explained, rubbing your sides.
You looked up at Bucky again and looked at his lips. You leaned in slowly, building the courage to finally tell Bucky how you felt. “I love you too, Bucky.” You whispered before closing the distance between your lips and his. Bucky smiled into the kiss and pulled you closer, his metal hand cradling your head gently.
Your lips moved against each others perfectly as your hands found his long locks, gently raking through them. Your stomach flipped with happiness and you realized that you belonged with Bucky and nothing would change that.
Note: FEEDBACK PLEASE? I LOVE KNOWING YOU ENJOY MY WRITINGS .c
bts reaction to their S/O crying because of a bad migraine
Anonymous said :
hi, if you’re not too swamped, could i get the boys reaction to their s/o crying because they have a really bad migraine. (im real bad with pain so this is me a lot of the time.) have a fantastic day, lovely!
hi babe <3 ..thanks for requesting ,I hope you like it . I hope you feel better till you forget you’re suffering from it ,I know how it’s bad cuz I suffer from a one too .><
Jin would feel a little bit terrified at first ,as soon as he heard you crying from the other room he would pout “why is she crying all of a sudden?” ..when he would go and see you holding you head and feeling the real pain he would panic ,how he would make you feel better? . So ,he would calm down after he realizes the situation ,just give you some analgesics and place your head on his lap , patting softly on your hair till you be better ,he would stay there for you till the end .
like ,he is the cold Suga ,but when it comes to you ,he changes 180 degrees ,and when you cry ,he is not Suga anymore ,he is the caring little Yoongi .He would pat at your back when you were crying ,then secretly message his mom “how can I stop migraine’s pain ?” ..whatever his mom said he would do it with no objection . Maybe cuddling with you or buying some medicine ,even going to the nearest medical center and ask for consultation if this happened again ,you would never know >< .
RAP MONSTER :
although he is THAT genius ,he would panic the most . When he came home and saw your tears all over your face he would think if he did something wrong ,or just expected that someone is dead ,when you told him that you are having the worst headache ever ,he would try his best to find a solution ,maybe between all those books he had read ,but ..his brain didn’t help him because of how lost he is .So ,he would just sit on the sofa next to you ,and lean your head on his chest while trying to start a conversation so maybe you would forget about it .And when he finds that it didn’t work ,he would ask if you use anything to stop it ,and he would go straight ,running to the pharmacy and buy it .,and try all over again to make you forget .
J-hope knew before that you had migraine ,but he didn’t know you are that weak to handle the pain ,he thought it’s something happens for a minute and you would be better ,but when he saw how painful it is and how you were that sensitive towards the sounds and everything ,he would tear up ,not because he is that pure ,because he doesn’t know how to make you feel better .”I really wanna make you feel better ,I really wanna make this pain stop” he would say ,sobbing ,then he would wipe your tears away and pull you into a warm long hug till you feel better .
Jimin and you would be cuddling in front of the T.V when the headache started suddenly ,so you closed your eyes trying to calm down ,when all you were that mad of was the sound of the T.V ,one minute ,two ..and you finally spoke with a keep tone “JIMIN!!…TURN THIS SHIT OFF!!” ,he would look down as you seemed not okay ,so he understood fast and went quickly closing all the windows ,turning off the T.V and lighted down everything .. back to cuddle you with a soft blanket, loving arms and caring soul ,and with gentle whispers you slept on his chest as he was just staring at you ,figuring how he would stop this pain so you won’t feel horrible again .
when he first saw you crying ,he would feel horrible ,like ..extremely horrible ,he would just caress your face ,tear up then ,look deep in your eyes and say “babe ! ..it’ll be ok ..I promise” then ..he would decide to be strong ,just to stay next to you and encourage you to contain yourself ..he would be the shoulder you would lean your head on till you be better ..till that ,he would surf the internet ..searching for some way to calm you down ,when he wouldn’t find anything he could do ..he would throw his phone away and started showering you with kisses all over your face ,”you know ? ..nothing can make you feel better but love ,come here and let me give a lot “.
When he heard you crying in the kitchen ,he just stood there
,didn’t move or make a reaction ,is it because he didn’t know why were you
crying ? ,or because he didn’t know what to do ?.. whatever ,he would sit calmly
next to you near the table of the kitchen ,look carefully in your eyes and ask “
did you hurt yourself ?..” you would continue crying while pointing at your
head ,he would take one minute to understand what did you mean ,but he won’t
know exactly the reason of your headache ,so he just pulled you closer and
whispered in your ear as you were near his neck ..sobbing “ just tell me what
to do ,I’ll try my best “ …you would say between your breathes “ it’s painful
kookie ..it’s really painful ..” ..he would make the hug even tighter “ I know
babe ..I know ..you’ll be better soon ..it’ll disappear ..I promise “ .
Iwaizumi doesn’t even look up from his phone when he bops Oikawa on the head. “Then don’t lie on me, dumbass.”
“Mmm, but it’s cold and you’re warm. Besides,” Oikawa says, a wicked grin crossing his face, “I didn’t say you’re uncomfortable.”
“You just said I’m a horrible pillow—”
“Because you’re all hard! Like muscle-y! You’re built like a god, Iwa-chan, everything a pillow is not.”
Iwaizumi finally looks away from his phone, his face all red. “What the fuck are you saying, you dumbass.”
Oikawa raises a hand to pat at Iwaizumi’s abs, cooing obnoxiously. “I’m the world’s luckiest bastard to have Iwa-chan as my pillow.”
There’s a strangled yelp as Iwaizumi’s hand clamps down on Oikawa’s head, but the taller of the two refuses to roll of Iwaizumi’s stomach. In fact, he throws his arms around Iwaizumi’s middle, and clings on. Iwaizumi’s pretty sure Oikawa can’t breathe, with the way his face is smushed against Iwaizumi’s stomach.
“What is wrong with you,” Iwaizumi says, exasperated. His gives up trying to pry his best friend off his body. The weight is familiar, anyway. He can’t decide if he should be alarmed at how familiar and comfortable it is to have his best friend pressed up against him like this.
“Blessed,” comes Oikawa’s muffled voice. “I’m blessed by Iwa-chan’s muscles.”
The blush on Iwaizumi’s face doesn’t go away for a full ten minutes.
Natsume Yuujinchou is beautiful and amazing and completely underrated. And since so many of my followers have never read (or even heard of) Natsume Yuujinchou (Natsume’s Book of Friends), here’s a list of reasons you absolutely MUST read this manga (and watch the anime too because it’s amazing, but it does miss a few of the best chapters in the series):
The main character, Natsume Takashi has silver hair and eyes, and is also absolutely fucking stunning. He’s soft and warm and the sweetest person you’ll ever meet, but he’s also ULTIMATE SASS MASTER.
He has a very fat cat that can talk and also turn into a huge monster to eat people who try to hurt his human because he loves his human very much even though he likes to pretend he doesn’t.
Natsume is a foster child who has had so many horrible experiences with past foster families who only took him in to save face and who treated him horribly. But!!! He’s finally found his forever home! And they love and care for him and they’re literally the sweetest people in the entire world!!! (Yeah they changed his hair and eye colour in the anime to make him look more like his grandmother)
SPEAKING OF! Natsume can see youkai (spirits and monsters) and he had a very hard childhood because of it, because they’re not all friendly, and he sometimes can’t tell the difference between them and humans! In fact, a lot of them in his new town actually mistake him for his late grandmother, Natsume Reiko, who could also see youkai, and who went around being a badass, challenging youkai to fights and then forcing them to sign contracts to be her servants when they lost. She collected these contracts into the “Book of Friends”. She was just as stunning as her grandson, and her maiden name was actually Natsume. And she was Natsume’s maternal grandmother! Meaning that not only did Natsume’s mother take her mother’s surname, so did Natsume and his father!!
There’s a female youkai named Hinoe who is intimidatingly beautiful! And!!! She’s pan!!! She had a crush on Reiko!! And after getting to know Natsume, she feels the same way about him!!
*deep sigh* she has returned. drama club AU is back with PART FOUR!! honestly im in love with these two loser nerds and i hope you love them (and this) too :’) part onepart twopart three and awaaaaaay we go!! (feel free to yell in my inbox after this)
JAKE’S HOUSE, 1624 HOURS, GETTING THROWN UNDER A BURNING BUS BY HIS OWN MOTHER
“What? Mom, I didn’t ask Amy out!”
Karen appears to understand, nodding conspiratorially. “Ahh, you’re doing the playing hard to get thing, I see.”
She winks, something which Jake does not appreciate, and his entire face burns as he takes a deep, deep sigh.
“That’s not what’s going on at all. Amy’s my enemy,” he considers spelling it out, but he thinks that would be pushing it. “She’s supposed to be the worst!”
“You kiss your enemy with that mouth?” Karen teases, and it’s very obvious where Jake gets his playful nature from.
Jake covers his forehead with his palm, turning around only when he hears Amy snickering to herself.
Really? He mouths, and she shrugs in response. At least someone is enjoying this painfully awkward situation.
“What do you mean she’s your enemy?” Karen continues, genuinely confused, as though she has no idea about Jake and Amy’s decade-long rivalry. “You talk about her all the time.”
Jake stiffens, refusing to turn around because Amy must look incredibly smug right now.
“Yeah, but only to complain.”
“Wasn’t your last ‘complaint’ about how annoying her pretty face is?”
“NO IT WASN’T MOM! I’VE NEVER THOUGHT AMY WAS PRETTY IN MY LIFE!”
If Amy could see Jake’s face now, she would know that his cheeks blush a bright crimson. Yes, that’s right. Crimson.
“Now Jake, that’s a very mean thing to say about your girlfriend,” Karen chides, disappointed in her useless lying son. “Our guest Amy must be so upset-” she turns around, and realizes she’s wrong, “oh wait- she’s smiling, never mind.”
“That’s because she’s not my girlfriend! She’s my enemy and you’re giving her way too much ammo!”
Jinyoung and I were having drinks celebrating our new promotion.
“I can’t believe we’re going to do this!” he exclaimed.
“Me neither, I mean this is a big task it isn’t any joke! I’m so happyyyyyy!”
Our boss asked us to organize a party. Not any party, this was one asked by Seunguri, the member of BigBang, the greatest kpop group. Apparently he wanted to unite the new generation of kpop idols. It was a big commission and I was excited but scared I wouldn’t be up to his expectation.
“What if something goes wrong though?” I mumbled suddenly feeling nervous about the idea.
“Ah, don’t think about that, so long as we try our best it will be a success I know it.” he reassured me.
This was one of the reasons I enjoyed working with Jinyoung, he was always positive and knew how to reassure me which was good because the pressure put on us in this job was sometimes unbearable. We took a few drinks and chatted and we went home ready to start working on this new project the next day.
We were working so hard on our project that I didn’t have time to think about Jungkook and Yugyeom and it was the best I had felt in a while. The party was in a few days and work had never been so intense. I had so much stuff to do, and it seemed like I would never have enough time to finish it all.
Finally the day for the party arrived Jinyoung and I were there to make sure everything went ok. We had tried to make the party as intimate as we could. We had planned for there to be many different rooms. Firstly there was a big room with all the food and drinks were the main part of it all would go on, it was big enough for everyone to fit in while still having enough space to move around freely. This was the room where the dancing would go on later in the night, there were a few tables for people to sit around and chat. Upstairs and on the sides were loads of smaller rooms. Some of them were hidden in the walls and you had to pay attention to realise there was a door there, making everything mysterious and intimate. The smaller rooms were filled with couches and silky cushions. The lighting was dim and the lights hung from the ceiling. We had added plants to give an exotic feel, and to be honest I was proud of the result, so was Jinyoung, it was exactly what we wanted it to be. Seunguri had came to see us at the beginning of the party and had told us how happy he was about our work which only boosted our ego to it’s fullest. We stayed together since we didn’t know many people, and we were still working technically, we were there to direct the progress of the party. Sometimes we went in the kitchens to check if the cooks were on schedule but we mostly had fun. Jimin was there and had stopped for a chat before going back to the party. I was happy to see him he always put a smile on my face.
do you ever think about how vriska always wanted to be a hero? it’s 3 a.m. and i’m tired and this might not make sense in the morning, but… well…
she grows up killing other kids so that her mother could survive. at first it seems to be merely the trope of “abused kid is a bully who just wants to be loved,” but there’s another layer of complexity there.
she starts killing other kids because she absolutely has to, before she’s old enough to understand right and wrong and the implications of killing another being. and then when she does become old enough, it means that she doesn’t see her childhood circumstances as something horrible that happened to her, she sees it as a collection of horrible things that she did.
and she can’t stop then, can she?that night finally happens, when she looks into the face of a troll she’s about to kill and realizes “this is a person just like me.” but it’s not like she can do anything about it. her lusus still needs to be fed. it’s what she’s done all her life.
she can’t stop now.
it’s awful, and she knows that. she might not know that in the sense that she sits down one day and thinks “what i’m doing is awful,” but she knows it in the uneasiness in her gut, in the tiny hesitation before the final blow.
she knows that. she also knows it’s necessary.
one day, she meets terezi.
all terezi wants to do is find criminals and execute them, and when terezi and vriska work together, terezi will stand over the body that vriska is about to feed to her lusus and announce proudly that their actions were all in the name of JUST1C3!
vriska believes her.
she wants to be a hero.
terezi is the first one to ever tell vriska that she is doing something just, something right. terezi tells vriska that her actions are heroic. that’s what terezi means to her, after a while: she is the first person to make vriska think she is good.
and then there’s doc scratch, and make her pay, and the game, and everything happens all at once and while not all of it is vriska’s fault, so much of it is. and terezi isn’t supporting her anymore, she doesn’t think vriska’s a good person. she goes off to fight noir because, for once, she wants to be the hero.
terezi kills her. she doesn’t get a chance.
terezi spends three years on the meteor alone. everything goes to shit, it’s game over, everyone’s dying, and terezi witnesses the destruction of everything she’s tried to protect, and she thinks, you know who would have fixed this? vriska.
since when is vriskathe one who solves problems, who keeps people from killing each other? i mean, vriska? really? i mean, come on. think about it. literally, there is no other character who wouldn’t break out into laughter at the mere idea that vriska could possibly be a viable solution to anything.
but terezi tells john to rewrite the past three years and the entire universe in the process in order to keep vriska alive. because she thinks — no, she knows — that vriska can be a hero.
how does act 7 end? it ends with vriska not making it through the door, with vriska being left behind, because she decides that if she has to die, she’s gonna die fighting and she’s gonna die heroic.
and, of course, terezi goes to find her, because she will always, always always always always, believe that vriska is a hero.