I had this huge curiosity to see what OUAT Belle would look like in Disney style, with her amazing clothes and all. This is the first four times I’ve tried to draw in this style, so please forgive the mistakes.
Magnus opened his eyes slowly, giving them time to adjust to the morning sunlight that flooded his bedroom, bathing the room in a warmth that Magnus could feel even when he was tucked under numerous blankets.
As he woke, he realized a handful things. One, he still had his makeup on from the day before, so he curled a finger and let blue mist remove it for him. Two, he was only wearing a pair of black boxers, which he was positive weren’t his because he only owned tight boxer-briefs. Three, this was his and his boyfriend’s first morning waking up next to each other.
Magnus grinned at Alec’s sleeping face, only about a foot away from his own. Alec looked so peaceful when he slept, his features soft and his lips slightly parted. His dark hair was messy, but still looked as soft as a cloud, and Magnus couldn’t help but lift his hand to brush a piece away from Alec’s forehead.
Shadowhunters were light sleepers, Magnus knew, they had to be. Threats could rise at any time, and they had to be alert and ready to spring into action. So Magnus wasn’t surprised when Alec’s beautiful hazel eyes fluttered open and landed on him.
Alec’s smile was blinding. He looked absolutely stunning with his messy hair and sleep-clouded eyes and light stubble covering his jaw. Magnus took a mental picture, wanting to save that image for the rest of his immortal life.
Neither of them said anything. Magnus had shifter closer tangling his legs with his shadowhunter’s, placing a gentle hand on the soft black fabric covering Alec’s chest.
“Good morning.” Alec finally said, and damn, Magnus practically melted at how deep and throaty his voice sounded.
“It is, indeed.” Magnus replied with a smile. He probably looked like a lovestruck dork, but that’s exactly what he was, so he couldn’t care less.
Alec closed what little space was left between them, pressing a soft, close-mouthed kiss to Magnus’ lips. Magnus returned the kiss, tried to get Alec to part his lips, but his boyfriend’s lips stayed stubbornly pressed together.
The look that Magnus gave when they parted seemed to ask the question he’d been about to voice, because Alec shyly looked down at Magnus’ chest and said, “Morning breath.”
Magnus laughed, and Alec looked at him strangely before he lifted his hand. With a simple flourish and a few blue sparks, both of their mouths tasted of mint.
A wide grin spread across Alec’s face. “I love you.” He said as he leaned in again, this time parting his lips as he captured Magnus in a passionate kiss.
Neither of them had intentions of their kiss getting so heated, but things led to other things, and within minutes, Alec had pulled Magnus on top of him and Magnus was trying to get Alec’s shirt off.
Alec broke away from the kiss, and from the feeling of it, Magnus knew that Alec hadn’t wanted to.
“I have to be at the Institute in fifteen minutes.” Alec huffed out a strangled breath as Magnus attached his lips to the side of his neck.
“A lot can be done in fifteen minutes.” Magnus purred into his boyfriend’s ear, a hand sneaking down Alec’s body.
Alec seemed to give in for a few minutes. Magnus continued to work on Alec’s neck, paying extra attention to his sensitive Deflect rune, but Alec suddenly pulled away.
“I really have to go,” Alec started, shifting out from underneath Magnus. “As much as I want to…you know…do that,” he began, standing up. “I know that once we start, I won’t want to stop.”
Magnus took a minute to look his love over, a smirk on his face. Alec was wearing a black shirt, as usual, and a pair of loose forest green sweatpants. He rolled out from under the covers and stood up out of bed, Alec’s black boxers loose on his hips, threatening to fall down at any second.
“Go do your job, Mr. Lightwood.” Magnus smirked, moving to stand in front of Alec, who automatically moved to wrap his strong, runed arms around Magnus’ waist.
“I’ll call you later, promise,” Alec said before ducking down to peck Magnus on the lips. “One more thing before I go, though.”
Magnus was confused. He tilted his head to the side as Alec removed one arm from around his waist, bringing his hand up to brush a piece of un-styled hair out of his face.
“Your eyes are beautiful.”
Magnus froze. He hadn’t even realized that he didn’t have his glamour up. Had his warlock mark been showing the entire morning?
Then he remembered Alec looking at him so lovingly, Alec kissing him good morning, Alec smiling at him like he was the most gorgeous thing in the universe. All while his cat-eyes were unglamoured.
A deep blush creeped up Magnus’ neck, coloring his cheeks, making him feel hot.
“Your blush is also pretty beautiful, just saying.” Alec said with a lopsided grin, pressing a kiss to Magnus’ flaming cheek.
“I’m not blushing!” Magnus exclaimed, eyes on the ground, but he was smiling.
This all felt like a dream. His whole relationship with Alec felt like a dream, actually, too good to be true. He’d never felt this loved in his entire life. None of the 17,000 other lovers made Magnus feel the way that Alec made him feel. Alec accepted him for who he was, he wasn’t thrown off by his warlock mark, he treated Magnus with respect that he’d never received from any other shadowhunter.
When Magnus finally looked back up, his eyes still unglamoured, he saw Alec staring at him. There was so much love in his gaze, so much adoration in his smile.
And Magnus knew, right then, that Alec was the love of his life.
(wow, this got a bit out of hand in length, sorry!! i hope that you like it! check out my prompts post and inbox me prompts that you’d like me to write!!)
You punched the button on the elevator and sighed, closing your eyes. It was disastrous date one after another. This guy was sent a message by his ex right when you were having dinner and getting along. He then proceeded to show you the text message of her wanting to try again before running off.
The other one previously was obnoxiously rude. He interrupted the waitress when she was talking about the specials, he interrupted you and straight out said your opinion was wrong when you were talking about movies, at first you thought he was trying to be funny, until you realised he was more serious than ever.
The elevator doors opened and you walked straight into the living room and fell onto the couch with a sigh. Steve shot Wanda a worried look as she moved over to you and rubbed your arm.
“No more dates, I’ve had enough. I’m done” You mumbled into the couch before rolling over to look at the ceiling.
“You say this but then you go on about how you miss the intimacy of a relationship and enjoying their company..” Wanda explained and you covered your eyes with your arm. She was right as always.
“Bad date again?” You heard a deep voice pipe up, you lifted your head to see Bucky in the doorway, sipping coffee from a mug without a care in the world. If anything, he seemed almost smug. You looked at him, his white vest on and his flattering grey sweatpants on. This would be much easier if Bucky Barnes would just love you.
“You could say that” You mumbled, sitting up and pulling your coat off and your shoes. Wanda shot Bucky a look which brought him to sit next to you. Steve soon excused himself and Wanda put her face in a magazine.
“C’mon doll, we’ll watch some crap TV and you’ll be over whatever his name is in no time” Bucky rubbed your arm, you dropped your head on his shoulder as he put on animal planet, knowing the puppies were gonna cheer you up.
It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep with your head on Bucky’s lap, as soon as he started playing with your hair you were a goner.
“Bucky Barnes” Wanda hissed making him snap out of his lovesick trance as he watched you. “Do something.”
“I can’t just do something” Bucky hissed back “I’m not what she’s looking for.”
“What’s that then?” Wanda raised an eyebrow making Bucky groan.
“A man with two actual arms, not previously brainwashed, not previously an assassin. Someone who knows how to have a good time. I haven’t even kissed anyone since the 40s..” Bucky listed off, he realised his jerky movements had woke you temporarily from your slumber. He froze on the spot as you sat up and yawned, rubbing your eyes. You gave them both a small wave before heading to your bedroom.
“Did she hear anything?” Bucky asked panicked.
“No she’s still mostly asleep” Wanda reassured.
The next day you went in the kitchen to grab some breakfast when something really odd happened. Bucky had himself pressed up against Wanda as she bent down to get something. The look of horror crossed his face as he noticed what you walked in on. You felt slightly disheartened, you had only been in love with Bucky since you started, but he never reciprocated your feelings, so who were you to be angry. It did sting you a little that it was Wanda of all people.
“Sorry, sorry, I’ll uh..come back later” You stuttered over your words before making a swift exit, not able to get that image out of your mind.
“Barnes, please get your dick away from me” Wanda cursed picking up the plates she had dropped behind the island.
“I didn’t mean to, I just went to grab them as you did and now Y/N walked in and..” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair “This is bad.”
“Look it doesn’t matter, she probably didn’t think anything of it.” Wanda reassured sitting down with her food “As I was saying, we are gonna go through your list of things and make you the perfect candidate.”
Wanda frowned as she picked up the piece of paper that Bucky had passed to her, clearly ripped from his journal.
1. Two arms.
“Bucky, Y/N is not superfical, and you know she loves your arm, plus there’s not much we can do about that” Wanda frowned. “Okay what’s next?”
“Alright, what do you say about getting a haircut Barnes? And a shave?” Wanda asked and Bucky fiddled with his hands before nodding. He really did like Y/N, and even though he had an inkling she liked him back, he wanted to really blow her away.
You walked into the living room, blanket in hand and chocolate in the other. The room was fully free for once, which was strange it never happened. You had been out all day with Natasha, trying to get you set up with one of her friends. After seeing Bucky and Wanda, it kind of gave you the kick up the ass you needed.
You took comfort in the corner of the sofa and put on your favourite film, Dirty Dancing. You eyed Bucky walking into the room and frowned as he sat down next to you. His hair was much shorter, much much shorter.
“Hey doll, mind if I join?” He asked with a smile as you eyed his hair, and his smooth face.
“No that’s fine, what happened to your hair Buck?” You asked, running your hand through it. You couldn’t lie he looked good, but this wasn’t the Bucky you were used to. Especially considering he was wearing some very strange designer pyjamas as well.
“Wanda suggested I get it cut, don’t you like it?” He asked worriedly as you gave him a strange look. Your hands now running along his jaw as you inspected either side of his hair.
“It suits you, it looks good. Just not used to it” You said sitting back down. Of course Wanda would suggest he get a haircut. Maybe it was his choice too, you just hoped she wasn’t rushing him into changing himself. “Those pyjamas are ridiculous though” You teased.
“What?” He said looking down at his blue button up. “I thought this was fashion”
“Since when does James Barnes do fashion?” You giggled. He smirked and tickled you playfully for your comment. You stopped giggling when he pulled the shirt over his head and chucked it to the side. You soon realised how dry your mouth was, and turned back to the film as he relaxed into your side. You needed to stop oggling your friends boyfriend.
“You’re getting stubbly” Wanda warned Bucky as they sat down in the living room together to go over the next part of his list. It had been a few days and although he appreciated the haircut, he didn’t like being completely clean shaven, he felt naked. Plus you complimented him on how it looked better now.
“I know, it’s fine. I’m uh, I’m not sure if we should practice this part. Feels wrong” Bucky said chewing his lip.
“It doesn’t mean anything, it’s just a friend helping a friend” Wanda shrugged, a lot more comfortable than what Bucky was.
“What if I get it wrong?” Bucky flushed “I really don’t wanna screw this up.”
“I thought you were the ultimate ladies man back in the 40s, you need to get that confidence back. Be cocky, girls love it” Wanda said with a smile before turning to Bucky. She watched him fidget about and sighed before grabbing his face and kissing him hard.
You had ran around the whole kitchen, unable to find your one hoody. It was freezing outside and there was no way you were going anywhere without it. When it seemed like there was no hope, you ran down to Bucky’s room and knocked, he would know where it was.
After a few minutes when there was no response, you headed back upstairs and into the living room. You stopped dead in your tracks when you watched Wanda and Bucky making out pretty heavy on the couch. You sucked in a breath, they were your friends you had to be happy for them. Bucky’s eyes opened wide when he caught you stood there, trying not to interrupt as you moved around the living room, trying to find your hoody.
“Y/N?” Bucky cleared his throat, pushing Wanda away gently.
“Sorry guys, I’m just trying to find my hoody, I’ll be out in a second” You mentioned, your voice quiet, trying to hide the hurt. Bucky realised Wanda and him had been lying on it and pulled it out from under him. He passed it to you and frowned when he noticed you avoiding his gaze.
“Thanks, have fun guys” You mumbled before jogging out the room.
Bucky looked to Wanda who shrugged before going back to his list.
“What’s the point in me going through this list if Y/N won’t wanna go on a date with me?” Bucky asked disheartened from the hurt written across your face.
“We’ll set her up like a surprise date. Don’t worry, you guys will have your happy ever after. That kiss Barnes was mighty impressive” Wanda giggled to herself.
“Yeah, thanks” Bucky mumbled, distracted.
You had avoided Bucky and Wanda for the remainder of the week. Bucky had tried to talk to you but when he did, he was giving you sarcastic remarks and acting like a dick. You had no idea what was going on with him. But that didn’t matter, you had a date tonight and you were going to make sure this one actually went smoothly.
You had no idea what this guy looked like or if he was remotely nice. But Natasha pushed that it was meant to be and that he would sweep you off your feet. You opted for a sleek black dress and a little bit of make up, you didn’t want to go all out like you had on the other dates, believing now that you weren’t showing them your true self.
“Table for L/N” You asked the waiter who greeted you.
“Oh your party is already here, please follow me” He said with a smile. You followed him, nerves hitting you as you smoothed down your dress. Well here goes nothing.
You frowned when you seen Bucky sat at the table, a nice blue shirt and jacket on, his hair pushed back and a smile on his face. He thanked the waiter and took your hand, sitting down with you.
“What’s going on? Is this a prank?” You asked, looking around trying to see if Tony was hiding somewhere.
“No, it’s me, I’m your date.Name is James Buchanan Barnes, it’s lovely to meet you” He offered his hand and you raised an eyebrow at him. He let out a breath and called the waiter over and ordered a bottle of wine.
“Alright I’ll explain what’s going on.” He took your hand, although you were skeptical of why he was here, you couldn’t help but melt at the sight of Bucky Barnes actually attempting to wine and dine you. Something you had wished for for a long time.
“I’ve been head over heels in love with you for sometime doll” He confessed with a small chuckle. “I kept seeing you broken hearted that all these dates were going terribly but I just kept thanking my lucky stars because I wanted to be the one to sweep you off your feet. But I didn’t feel like I was good enough..”
“Bucky, I would have gone on a date with you at anytime, at any place..” You smiled at him softly.
“I know, but I needed it to be perfect. So I made a list of things and Wanda was helping me. I cut my hair and took care of my appearance a bit more, I hadn’t kissed a girl in a very long time so Wanda was helping me, I’m sorry you walked in on that. But I was doing this all for you, I swear..”
“You did all this for me?” You asked and Bucky nodded. “You didn’t need to change a damn thing Bucky, I was in love with you right from the start. Though please don’t kiss Wanda anymore, I don’t think I can stomach that.”
“I know” He laughed out loud, rubbing his head “I was wonderin, if tonight goes well, if you would consider may be going on another date?”
“Hmm” You tapped a finger against your lip with a smile “I’ll do you one better, if tonight goes well, how about you make me your permanent practice partner?”
Like, he’ll sing actual songs, but he also has a habit of making his own lyrics whenever he feels the need:
L: Mullet man, mullet man, does whatever a mullet can-
K: Lance, that doesn’t even make sense!
L: Neither does your hair!
The others complain, but they all, deep down, actually quite like hearing Lance sing, especially Keith:
L: *singing nonsense*
K: You have a really pretty voice, you know that?
L: *too flustered to speak for the rest of the day*
K: (-＿- ) Typical.
Keith is a cup: holds things.
Literally, anything Lance finds on the ground, be that a cool looking rock or stick, or something he picks up at a strange planet, he hands to Keith to carry
It all started because Keith offered to hold something for Lance once since Lance’s pockets were already full (he has like…two that are actually functional) and it never stopped
L: Keith can you hold this please?
K: Do I have a choice?
L: I mean, you don’t have to…*pulls out the puppy eyes, and Keith is weak*
He doesn’t mind that much though, since seeing Lance’s eyes light up whenever he hands him something he finds interesting is so worth it, even if at the end of the day he’s carting around like, 15 pounds worth of extra junk
But they’re treasures to Lance, which makes them priceless to Keith
He did, however, make the mistake of offering Lance his utility belt after a particularly overzealous morning of collecting, and got the silent treatment the rest of the day because No way in HELL am I wearing something so hideous! And How dare you even suggest such a thing?!
Keith wanted to be offended, but imagining Lance in a “glorified fanny pack” (his words, not Keith’s), was too much to handle, so he let it drop
Lance’s pants are not actually jeans. They’re jeggings.
K: They don’t even have pockets!
L: It’s called comfort Keith, look it up.
K: It’s impractical.
L: Coming from the guy in yoga pants.
K: These are LULULEMON YOU IGNORANT SLUT.
Lance knows Morse Code
he learned it as a child after seeing it in a movie, and he and his siblings all used it as a way to communicate after bedtime
since they weren’t actually talking to each other it made for a good loophole, and they got really good at conversing that way
post Voltron discovery, Lance finds himself tapping out random sentences on surfaces around the ship whenever he’s nervous/stressed/or missing home, as a way to calm himself
the others all think its just him being fidgety, but Keith knows
he picked it up from watching too many spy movies as a child, and though he never had any siblings to send messages to, Keith found comfort in the fact that he could outwardly insult his teachers/adults without them knowing what he was saying
Needless to say Keith knows what Lance is saying as he taps his fingers idly on the table at dinner one night
And later on, he understands the questions Lance is asking from the soft taps against his wall (his bed is right next to Lance’s, that’s canon folks-plus those walls are thin as fuck)
Questions Lance used to ask his siblings after their parents had tucked them in:
Did you like supper?
Can I sleep in your bed? (Lance used to get terrible nightmares, and sleeping alone was a big no-no)
And Keith is smiling to himself as he hears these messages, because he can just imagine Lance’s poor parents having to suffer through the irregular knocks and taps, knowing their kids were up to something, but having no proof
But then his smile fades, because he knows Lance must be hurting
He knows that he’s missing home, and his family, even though he hides it from the others
So Keith lifts a hand hesitantly, and taps out an answer to Lance’s first question against the wall that separates their rooms:
Yes, I’m awake.
There’s a few moments of silence, and then Keith hears a quick series of taps:
You can understand this?
Oh…then: Did you like supper?
And it goes on like that, with them conversing without words, with Keith hearing the odd chuckle or two coming from Lance’s room after some of his replies, and it warms Keith’s heart
It’s after an hour or so of this that Keith feels bold enough to answer the last of Lance’s initial questions, and he taps out the words quickly so as not to chicken out:
There’s room in my bed if you want to sleep over.
And he’s holding his breath as he awaits a reply, but the next knocks he hears don’t come from the wall, but rather his door
And as Keith gets up to answer it, he sees Lance standing there, pillow in hand, blanket draped across his shoulder, and a sheepish grin on his face
And Keith grins back, moving aside so Lance can enter, and the two pass out curled up against one another, warding off nightmares and smiling in their sleep.
The next morning the two walk in on Hunk questioning Allura about the mice getting into the walls, and Lance nearly chokes from stifling his laughter
Oh boy I actually have a lot for this one, so…be on the lookout for a fic ;)
hello!! a prompt if you'd like: de-aged tony letting things slip about his childhood around the avengers whether it be how he was only close to his mom and jarvis or how bad howard's drinking was, and him only being comfortable with rhodey around (not romantic, just like, rhodey already Knew this and interacts with tony best even then?) idk if this makes any sense im just feeling sad about my own childhood & wish people wouldn't diminish neglect and such. thanks and have fun?? :)
(De-aged trope coming up. Sorry this took so long).
Tony really only likes the guy who tells him to call him Rhodey (even though Tony totally knows better than to call adults by their names, but Mr. Rhodey is very insistent). Mr. Rhodey doesn’t ask him questions he’s not supposed to answer.
“You sure you’re six?” Mr. Clint says.
“And two months and four days,” Tony clarifies, because it’s best to be precise.
“You’re awfully well behaved for a six year old.”
That’s from the big guy, the one who looks like Captain America even though Tony knows that Captain America is dead. “Thank you,” he says dutifully.
Mr. Rhodey clucks his tongue. “What I’m sure he’s trying to say,” he says, looking around the room. “Is that you can loosen up, kiddo.”
Tony’s not even sure what loosen up means. He doesn’t think there’s anything to loosen.
“Don’t you miss your parents?” Mr. Scott asks.
Mr. Rhodey gives him the look that Tony knows means Mr. Scott is in trouble. Tony shrugs, which he knows he’s not supposed to do, but he remembers it too late. “Dad’s gone again, he’s been gone since April. He’s in the Arctic lookin’ for Captain America. And Mom’ll come for me soon, right? Or Jarvis. Whoever’s got time.”
The big guy is looking at him again and Tony realizes he doesn’t even know his name, and his Mom would tell him that it’s rude not to know. His Mom always knows everyone’s names. Even at those stupid parties that Tony’s old enough to have to go to now, even when there’s hundreds of people, Mom knows every name and whispers it in Dad’s ear.
He doesn’t know how to ask, though.
“Your Dad…uh…go looking for Captain America a lot?” The guy asks.
Tony shrugs again. No one tells him to stop. “When it’s warm enough. He’s gonna find the plane, ‘cause Captain America is a hero an’ deserves to be…be treated with respect,” he dutifully parrots.
Mr. Rhodey wraps an arm around Tony. “Hey, Tones,” he says, and Tony blinks. No one calls him that. He thinks he likes it, though. “What’s your favorite food, bud?”
Tony thinks about it. Thinks there’s probably an answer he’s supposed to give, but thinks he can maybe tell Mr. Rhodey the truth. “Pizza,” he says quietly.
Mr. Rhodey snorts. “Always the same. You have a favorite place?”
Tony nods. “Uncle Obie brings me pizza sometimes. It’s good. But I don’t know where he gets it.”
Mr. Rhodey turns away. “That’s okay, kiddo,” he says. “I’ll find someplace.”
He pulls something out of his pocket, and Tony watches with fascination as he seems to call a pizza parlor with it. “Did my Dad make that?” He asks.
Mr. Rhodey just smiles. “Nah, kiddo. Someone ten times smarter than your Dad.”
“No one’s smarter than Dad,” Tony says stubbornly, and he’s not supposed to disagree with adults but adults aren’t supposed to make up stories, either.
Mr. Rhodey just ruffles his hair. “How long ‘til we get a hold of Strange?” He asks, which makes no sense to Tony.
“Not much longer,” the red-headed woman says. “Thor says he knows where to go.”
“Good,” Mr. Rhodey says. “Hey, Tones. Wanna tell us 'bout what you’re working on?”
Tony shakes his head. “I’m not working on anything,” he says. “Last time I…I did a bad job,” he admits.
“Aw, kid, what happened?” Mr. Scott asks.
“Dad said I was wastin’ time,” he admits. “I was, robot dogs aren’t useful to anyone. It was dumb. I’m dumb.”
“Now that’s a lie,” Mr. Rhodey says mildly. “You’re brilliant, Tones. And I bet'cha we can find materials to make a robot dog with, after dinner. Maybe you’d let me help?”
Tony stares at him, and thinks Mr. Rhodey’s being honest. “No one’s ever helped before,” he says.
He thinks the adults are all staring at him, and wonders if he said something wrong. He shrinks back in the couch, and Mr. Rhodey just rubs his shoulder.
“God, when’s the pizza getting here?” Mr. Clint asks.
The big guy who looks like Captain America looks like he accidentally soldered his hands. “When’s Strange getting here?” He asks.
Tony doesn’t really care about their concerns though, even if that’s rude. Because Mr. Rhodey’s asked him more about his robot dog, and he’s listening as Tony tells him all about it.
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: 6,172 genre: fluff// future angst? ?? warnings: explicit language
[A/N]: thank you to all who have given me such amazing support and messages about this story! small things like that really encourage me to keep writing and ive achieved a word count i never thought i’d reach for a chapter ! there is a little less of the twins in this, but a good surprise towards the end. also i apologize for the confusing storyline//timeline i’m still trying to work out how to transition between days and fast forwarding
It seemed like forever since the awkward dinner. He acted completely normal the next morning, scarring you deeper. You couldn’t look at him the same, all you saw was Jen. The scene of Jimin’s sparkling eyes while he spoke to her replayed in your head. It was difficult being his friend and not getting jealous at what you thought could’ve been.
Conflicted. That was what you felt prior to the dinner. You thought it was okay to get closer to them because you genuinely loved the twins. You wished to care for them and spend moments outside of school. But then you met Jen. She does things for them like that. In the end, you didn’t feel confused. Jen destroyed your feelings.
While things with Jimin were simmering down, Kim’s life began spiraling. You tried to be there for support and not mope around about your small crush. Her father, your uncle, had suffered a stroke and was rushed into the hospital two nights after the dinner.
Kim rarely panics in any type of scenario, so seeing her frantically throwing her clothes into a suitcase after barely hearing what she was saying over the phone, completely scared you. It meant that it was really bad and she absolutely needed to be there. You supported her decision, however, you felt worrisome about the sudden leave.
“Are you sure it’s okay to leave on such a short notice?” You tried to fast walk to keep up with her.
“I have no choice. It’s a family emergency. The school said that they’ve had shorter notices. I’ve never met a substitute before, so I’m putting you in charge of holding down the fort.” She jumped into her driver’s seat and rolled down her window. “I’ll be back before you know it. Don’t let the substitute walk over you, you are only required to do minimal work.”
“I can handle more, you just refuse to give it to me.” You figured a bad attitude wasn’t what she needed right now. “But don’t worry. I got it. Whoever it is can’t be that bad.”
You regretted what you said the following day. You got to the classroom and a woman stood over Kim’s desk with black, shiny pumps supporting her feet. Her pencil skirt outlined every curve and her voluminous curly hair fell at her waist. Her red lips filled majority of her face and her eyelashes reached her eyebrow. She was the definition of a hot teacher, or some chick you’d see at the club.The only problem was that she was teaching six year olds and not college men.
I was a bit rusty but, at least I managed to draw them all in time! Raising my glass in hopes that all of your own wishes and dreams come true - soon, too! You’re worth it all and more. Here are all your faves in one picture! :3
With every ounce of strength he could muster, Harry raised his head a few inches and saw an animal amid the light, galloping away across the lake… . Eyes blurred with sweat, Harry tried to make out what it was… . It was as bright as a unicorn… . Fighting to stay conscious, Harry watched it canter to a halt as it reached the opposite shore. For a moment, Harry saw, by its brightness, somebody welcoming it back … raising his hand to pat it … someone who looked strangely familiar … but it couldn’t be …
“How long have you known?” Jon asked, storming into your room, seemingly forgetting to knock. You turned away from the dresses you were folding to see him fuming a few feet away from you.
“You’re pregnant. How long have you known?” Your heart skipped a beat as you searched Jon’s face for even a slight chance of happiness behind his anger.
“How long?” he interrupted you again before you could ask him how he knew, when you hadn’t known for that long, either.
“A month or so,” you said, dropping your head. Jon let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his curly locks.
“Y/N, you should have told me,” he said, whining almost.
“How did you find out?”
“Sansa,” he said, sitting down at the bench at the edge of your bed. You carefully walked over to him, sitting down next to him.
“How did she know?”
“She said she saw you leaving Maester Luwin’s, and said that you had been acting strange lately.” You sighed, and looked down at your hands.
“That was all you needed to storm in here?” He looked at you with stressed filled eyes before tutting out the slightest laugh.
“No, I spoke to him myself.”
“Hmm, seems like that information should be private,” you said, folding your hands in your lap and focusing on them once more.
“Not from the father.” You blew air out of your nose, and nodded softly. “I am the father, right?” he asked.
“Of course,” you said, touching his arm, giving him a worried look. He smiled at you softly, before looking away from you once more. You both stared at the fireplace on the other side of the room in silence for a minute.
“You should have told me,” he said, breaking the tension before dropping his face into his hands.
“I’m not sorry.”
“Excuse me?” he asked. You stood up and ran your hands through your hair, too.
“I’m not sorry I didn’t tell you. I didn’t think I would have to.”
“Why?” he asked, standing at your level. You rolled your eyes and put a hand on his chest, pushing him back softly. He was upset, but he was acting like you were one of his siblings he could just push around until he got what he wanted from them. You weren’t Arya, and you weren’t Robb. Jon couldn’t fight with you like he could them.
“I know you’re eager to fight, but please don’t act this way with me.” He sighed and backed up.
“Why did you feel like you didn’t have to tell me?”
“Because you’re leaving. That night was just suppose to be that one, right before you left.”
“It was an amazing night.”
“You’re right, it was. But I wasn’t expecting to get pregnant. When I found out, I wasn’t expecting to tell you either. I know you’ve been planning on joining the Night’s Watch for a long time, and I didn’t want to ruin that.”
“You getting pregnant does not ruin anything,” he said, taking a step closer to you. You scoffed and walked away from him.
“The hell it doesn’t.”
“Y/N,” he said, grabbing you by the arms as he moved towards you. You looked up at him as he rubbed your arms softly, smiling at you. “I don’t pretend to know the challenges you’re facing. But I’m not afraid. Would you relish being a bastard’s wife? Unable to provide for your life?”
“I’d relish being your wife,” you said honestly, looking away from him. He smiled and tilted your head up slightly to kiss your forehead. When he looked at you he saw you were crying a little bit.
“Look at where you are, and where you started. The fact that you are alive is a miracle. I don’t want you to ruin all of that because of me and this child.”
“Jon you deserve to go far away from the pains that this place holds for you, and I don’t want to be the one to keep you from doing that. Our child will understand in time, too, why you had to do it.”
“I can’t ask you to give up your life for me,” you said, shaking your head.
“I wouldn’t be. Let me be a part of this narrative. Let me be a part of my child’s life.”
“If this child shares a fraction of your smile, or a fragment of your heart, that would be enough for me.” Jon shook his head and laughed in frustration. He cupped your cheeks in his face and looked you in the eye, making sure you were unable to look anywhere else.
“Let me inside of your heart, Y/N. Let me show you that I’m not going anywhere, and I’m not going to leave you and my child alone. I think I deserve a chance to meet my child.”
“You do,” you said, touching his cheek.
“And not just on visits, or when he’s old enough to join the Night’s Watch.” You sighed as he leaned in to kiss your forehead again. “It will be okay. We can do this.”
“You won’t go?” you asked. He shook his head. “You don’t have to stay.”
“My child won’t be a bastard,” he said firmly.
“I don’t want you to give up on your dreams.”
“The Night’s Watch isn’t as much of a dream as it is an escape. You’re the dream,” he said. You sighed and he pulled you in for a kiss on the lips. “Please don’t make me fight for this.”
“I could be enough?” you asked.
“You’re more than enough. You’re everything, Y/N.” You smiled and he kissed your again quickly. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” you said with a laugh. Even though you hadn’t been together for that long, you had always loved Jon, and knew that he was being honest. He leaned in to kiss you again, smiling wider than you had seen him in months.
Summary: You had expected that your first night in the role of Eliza would be an exciting one. You hadn’t expected a door to appear in your dressing room that would lead you over 200 years into the past. No, none of your Broadway friends had ever warned you about that.
Note: Write-a-thon Day 3! This is loosely based on 11/22/63 by Stephen King, wherein the main character goes back in time to prevent JFK’s assassination. So you see where this is going. This is part 1 out of 2.
Curious Village: a nice, courteous boy. his small smile says “content”, yet his eyes scream “dead inside”. his arms look strangely thicker under his elbow, and the hands are just off. his eyebrows frankly scare me, but he’s still a lovable son. 7/10
Diabolical Box: a sassy child. admire his >:^) face. words cant do it justice. he looks ready for any puzzle the professor has to throw at him! his hair even became spikier. hes full of personality, if somewhat rude. 10/10
Unwound Future: his arms are weird yet again. he looks confused. please help this child. his eyebrows are flying away. a decent luke, but not as good as diabolical box. 7/10
Last Specter: here we can see luke lose all hope and happiness. he looks so sad and miserable. hes so small. just let him be happy. his clothes are extremely cute and very different from the rest of his outfits, his hands are normal again and hes a very nice luke but i cant concentrate over how upset i am. 8/10
Miracle Mask: new boy, new outfit. he still looks lost in life and not all that happy, but there’s a slight improvement. his little coat is a very nice addition, and hes now using the shorts we see during the rest of the games. 8/10
Azran Legacy: still much smaller than in the original trilogy, despite curious village happening weeks after azran legacy. he seems more determined than curious village luke, but not as energetic as diabolical box luke. he has finally regained his happiness, if only for part of the game. 8/10
Requested by Anon: Sherlock x reader. The reader is Sherlock’s girlfriend and she is allergic to latex and there is an accident when a new police officer hands her a piece of evidence causing her to have a bad reaction.
(gif not mine but writing is)
Not the evidence you need
Standing in the kitchen of 221B Baker Street, you watch as your tea slowly brews. Occasionally you glance at your boyfriend who was sitting in his chair, Sherlock Holmes. He wore a purple shirt, black jacket and trousers. His cheekbones were chiseled and his hair fell in dark curls. Sat in the chair opposite was his best friend Dr John Watson. A shorter man who wore a checkered shirt and had hair that was a mixture of light brown and the odd strand of grey.
It can be quite difficult being the girlfriend of the world famous ‘consulting detective’. Sherlock isn’t very affectionate a lot and you could not think of a time that you were really intimate together. Come to think of it becoming his girlfriend was something that sort of just happened. You had now been together for two months and despite the peculiarities, you enjoyed every second of it.
Taking out the teabag and adding a splash of milk, you dust off you black skirt and blue top. Hearing the faint buzz of Sherlock’s mobile phone, you watch him stand up almost automatically and put on his long dark coat. “Murder” he exclaims with a smile on his face. “John, (Y/N), I need your help.“Following Sherlock’s lead all three of you walk down the stairs and out of 221B to hail a cab. On the way you hand your cup of tea to Mrs Hudson. “It’s fresh, enjoy it for me.” you say to her smiling as she accepts the cup.
Sherlock’s job always intrigued you so when he started to ask you to accompany him, you jumped at the chance. Even Sherlock noticed that the idiots on the force stopped calling him ‘freak’ when he starting flaunting his girlfriend. It took them a while but they have finally stopped offering you gloves when you arrived at a crimescene. You are allergic to latex and it was always best to be safe. They now started to have new forensic and police members at the crime scenes that Sherlock attends to as special training. Greg the inspector at Scotland Yard thought that the newbies should learn from one of the best and well Sherlock loves to show off.
Stepping out of the cab the three of you approached the house and you could see the signs of a forced entry. Following Sherlock you look around the scene. A lifeless body of woman lay on the floor. A struggle had taken place by the looks of it as shattered glass lay scattered around the body. There were familiar faces at this scene Greg showing Sherlock something of interest he had found, Anderson hiding in the corner.
“Hi” said a face that you had not seen before as he slowly approached you. He was a new police officer, around the same age of you, tall and fair haired, he looked a bit nervous. You smiled and raised your hand in acknowledgement. “I’m Jack. So you are a friend of THE Sherlock Holmes.” he asked.You giggled to yourself. “I guess you could say that. I’m (Y/N).” you chuckled. “How long have you been on the force?“ "My second week but my first murder.” he replied smiling at you and his eyes sparkling. He suddenly nervously looked at the floor. “I… was wondering if maybe sometimes… we could…”
“Jack I need you to have a look at this.” Greg called. You also noticed Sherlock glaring at Jack with a look that said don’t ever do that again. "It looks like that guy has really taken a shine to you and it made a certain someone very jealous.“ John laughed as he walked to stand next to you. "Oh Sherlock, always the idiot. The poor guy was only introducing himself.” you say as you stare at your boyfriend.
You always found it fascinating and mesmerising watching him work. He was like a coiled spring as he studied the scene and examined the body. You weren’t sure what expression you had on your face when Sherlock looked up at you but your pupils must of dilated because he had a smirk on his face.You could feel your cheeks growing warmer as you blushed, making Sherlock’s smile even wider.
Staring over his shoulder, you glanced at John’s notes. Despite Sherlock never admitting it, John was a lot smarter than he claimed to be. Judging by what was written and the deductions that Sherlock was making aloud, this case will be solved quickly. Though the boys occasionally valued your input, you did sometimes feel that most of the time you stood around agreeing with what they were saying.
“Hey (Y/N), take a look at this.” said Jack, he must have sensed your boredom. You stretched your arm out, with your hand open. “We think it may be significant. Originally I thought it could have been a domestic dispute but I think that a baby could be the key to this case.” he said placing the item in your hand. “There are several of these around the room but the one taken for testing could have something hidden inside of it."
Your fingers stroked the object as your hand opened. Jack had given you a pacifier. You took a closer look at the object in your hand. "There are some strange scratches on the handle.” you deduce as you examine the pacifier. “Odd for these materials. The strong plastic and the… latex.” Your eyes widened as it fell from your hands. Almost instantly your throat began to tighten. “(Y/N) what’s wrong?” Jack said with a look of panic on his face. “Sir?” he called as he turned his head round to look at Greg.
Clutching to the wall your body falls, making you sit on the floor. Heavily gasping for air, desperate for oxygen as you could barely breath. “(Y/N)!” Sherlock yells with worry as he rushes over to you. “Move!” he shouts at Jack as he pushes him out of the way. You wanted to tell him that it wasn’t Jack’s fault it was an accident. But you could not speak. John hurriedly called the emergency services on his mobile, he knew how serious this was.
“Where is it?” Sherlock murmured as he rummaged through your handbag whilst kneeling over you. A tear starts to roll down your cheek as continued to gasp for air, you were starting to feel tired. Finally Sherlock had found the epipen he was looking for. He looked down at your skirt and then back up to your face. “Everyone look away!” he shouted. Even in that moment of emergency it seemed that your dignity still came first. As if working by clockwork, everybody turned away from you and stared at the wall. They knew better than to defy Sherlock, especially on such a serious matter. As gently as he could under the circumstances, he hitched up your skirt. “(Y/N), keep your eyes on me. Just look at me.” he said tenderly, he knew that you hated needles and wanted you to focus on something else.
With urgency he jabbed the epipen into your thigh, making you flinch and grab onto the sleeve of his coat. After ten long seconds had passed he removed it and rubbed your thigh where the needle had been and then pulled your skirt back down. Holding one of your hands in his, he gently stroke your face with the other, wiping the tears from your cheek. Slowly your breathing became steadier, though your body began to shake with the shock of it all. The adrenaline was working its magic. You mouthed the words ‘thank you’ to him, making him smile. “John, she’s Ok now isn’t she?” he said.
Kneeling down next to him, John began to examine you. Glancing at the discarded pacifier, Sherlock’s smile faded. “Where is the idiot who gave you that?” he growled whilst he began to stand up. Quickly your hands began to claw at Sherlock’s coat, pulling him back down towards you. “Sherlock. Be. Nice.” you said whilst breathing loudly, as you looked into each others eyes. Sherlock still looked worried, even though he was trying not to let it show.
“She’s reacting well to the adrenaline but we should wait for the ambulance to get here so they can check her. As long as she does not move, she’ll be fine.” said John with a reassuring smile.
“Guys, I’m fine.” you say confidently whilst standing up. The sudden movement made the room spin and your legs buckle. Sherlock held you supportingly as he gently pulled you back onto the floor.
“Idiot.” Sherlock said sarcastically making you giggle. The sound of your laughter made him smile. He leant over you and tenderly placed a kiss on your forehead and then another on your hand.
Relief washed over him as the sound of ambulance sirens began to drone in the distance.
Thank you guys so much for being so patient and understanding this week! I hope you enjoy this as much as I wrote it and enjoy!! Don’t forget I’m running a Sastiel competition with amazing prizes. All you have to do is make an edit/fanart based on my Sastiel fic to be in the draw to win!