“That moment in 2005′s Pride and Prejudice when Elizabeth and Darcy are arguing in the rain and both their chests are heaving and with every word they’re moving closer and closer together and Elizabeth shouts “You’re the last man in the world I would ever be prevailed upon to marry!” and she’s like six inches away from Darcy and even though he’s completely crushed he looks at her lips and tilts his head slightly and she catches her breath and her mouth sort of drops open a little like GOD DAMN IT JUST KISS ALREADY” - @bethofbells (original post)
aquiver (adj.) [uh-kwiv-er] in a state of trepidation or vibrant agitation; trembling; quivering
• pairing: min yoongi x
reader • genre/warnings: mature
themes, talk of masturbation, smut, language, fluff • words: 11,520 → summary: Yoongi can’t remember
the last time he was able to successfully bring himself to the point of orgasm,
then Namjoon gives him a business card advertising ‘Healing Hands’, and that’s
where he meets you; pretty and innocent looking, who gets paid to provide hand
jobs for a living… • note. inspired by the
novella ‘The Grownup’ by Gillian Flynn, literally just the character’s past
Summary: Could you write a Reader x Derek Hale where the reader finds an injured wolf (who is Derek stuck in wolf form because he is too injured to shift back) and she takes care of him? Maybe like Derek she’s his mate and is nervous about how she’ll react when he shifts back and she finds out what he is and that she’s his mate? Thanks xo
Characters: Reader, Derek Hale, Sebastian(Jinxy)
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Word Count: 1895
AN: This is really looooong. I’m surprised I wrote something this long… Hope this is kinda what you wanted.
oKAY BUT GUYS MR. REYES GOT SQUIPPED TOO SO WHY DOES NO ONE MENTION THAT:
-he probably becomes the Squip Squad’s favorite teacher
-he’s that kooky drama teacher that you can’t help but love anyways
-he becomes really close with them and gives them really important life advice for whenever they’re feeling anxious about the future
-Mr. Reyes writes Christine a recommendation letter to the highest acting colleges bc he’s so proud of how far she’s come as an actress
-he signs all of their yearbooks with personal messages and gets emotional when he sees them graduate bc shit these students are like his kids to him
-he becomes a father figure to not just Rich but also to Michael after he joins drama tech
-will spend hours at night doing research on where the kids would like to go to college because he cares that much for them and wants to make sure they feel ready and prepared to leave high school
-they bring him hot pockets every morning
-he even comes up with a secret handshake with Jake after Rich bets that Mr. Reyes wouldn’t do it but he does it so he can see Rich lose a bet
-the kids secretly host a car wash to raise money and surprise Mr. Reyes with a trip to Broadway (at the car wash, Jeremy bakes, Christine sings while Michael is working her music, Jenna promotes the car wash by getting her thousands of Twitter followers to stop by, Jake and Rich are the sign spinners and get super competitive on who can bring in more customers)
-he’s tHAT ONE TEACHER WHO YOU CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON AND LIKE THEY’RE PROUD OF YOU REGARDLESS OF YOUR FAILURES HE’S THE ONE TO PICK YOU BACK UP EVEN WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE YOU CANT GO ANYWHERE IN LIFE
LIKE YEAH MR. REYES IS WEIRD BUT IF YOU THINK ABOUT IT HE’D FEEL CONNECTED TO THESE STUDENTS LIKE “WOW I REALLY WANT THEM ALL TO SUCCEED AND I’M SO PROUD OF THEM” I’M SORRY I HAVE SO MANY EM O TI ONS
But imagine greek!jason and annabeth meeting roman!piper and percy and thinking at first glance that they're in a relationship but nah they're just best bros and imagine how awkward will be jason
all four of them would just assume things about the other two and act accordingly without actually confirming because they are All awkward babies
though i THINK because piper would be a child of venus, she’d still have that ability to sense?? relationships between people? so she doesn’t think jason/annabeth are dating–just thinks they are literally related. and her and percy are defs the kind of friends to have entire conversations w/ nothing but the word ‘bro’ and very expressive eyebrow signals, so, it would really confuse jason/annabeth on that front.
like jason’s just “you two aren’t a conventional couple, are you” when percy/piper high five each other after a long-ish separation. and they just freeze mid-high five and laugh like “a couple?? US?? why would i date THIS loser omg”
also: jason being a TEEEENY TINY bit jealous of roman!pipercy tho. imagine. just a tiny little bit jealous bc piper is Cute As Fuck and percy can just casually put an arm around her like it’s no big deal, but jason has yet to say two words to her that don’t involve him completely losing his train of thought every time she sMIRKS at him. annabeth is forever just rolling her eyes at this bc jason is Hopeless
Could we appreciate how bitter Peter Parker would be when he saw how Team Cap treats Tony? He'd be furious! At first he would just observe, but when he saw how it really hurts Tony and how Tony seems to make himself smaller everytime they say something mean, how Tony, Mr. Stark, Iron Man, Pete's biggest hero, looks like he's about to break, Peter just can't. He says something that shuts team Cap up and then makes sure to tell Tony how much he appreciates and cares about him, every single day.
There are two things most people don’t know about Peter: 1) He’s Spiderman (though the circle of those in the know seems to grow at an alarming rate lately). 2) When you hurt someone he cares for, he is vicious. (The circle of those who realise this through personal experience is currently also growing at an alarming rate.)
It doesn’t start slow either. There’s no building up to it, because there’s nothing like offending everyone who’s worked their asses off to get you back home for the last six months in under an hour after your arrival. Seriously?
So, Peter who, as childish as it is, already isn’t very happy with those no-longer-exiled dickheads–because he’s seen just a bit of the injuries Mr. Stark had after those fights and it was already too much, and also because he’s been here, he’s seen how hard Mr. Stark worked, how much time and energy it cost him, how exhausted he always is–and he’s just not ready to put up with this shit, damn the consequences.
So he doesn’t.
The second the first passive-aggressive comment is thrown into Mr. Stark’s direction–Peter sees the way the man’s shoulder’s slump, as though the hurtful words are physically dragging him down, sees the way his face closes off–he sees red.
“Yes, well, nobody asked for your opinion, so take that clue and keep your mouth shut!” he hisses, followed by some much less pleasant words. He hits way beneath the belt and he knows it, he just doesn’t care. It’s not even about the accords or the fight in Germany that could’ve gotten him killed, it’s the entitled attitude that really gets to him. Especially since it’s directed at/against Mr. Stark.
“Spider-” Mr. Stark starts, and Peter knows that tone, knows the man wants to calm him down–and he’s still protecting his identity even with just the team around, and Peter is just so done.
“No,” he interrupts. “I don’t- We don’t have to put up with this. They’re back, yay and yippee, justice has been served, whatever. A pardon doesn’t excuse their behaviour right now. If nothing else they should at least appreciate the effort you put into getting them into this room. But since they clearly don’t, I prefer to spend my time with people I actually value, so let’s just go!”
With that he takes Mr. Stark’s hand and pulls the unresisting man out of the conference room, slams the door shut behind him because if he’s going to act his age he’s gonna own it, and into the elevator. It’s only there that he slowly pulls off the mask and spends a very long, awkward minute staring at Mr. Stark, where it seems neither of them quite know what to say.
“You probably should get home, your aunt will be worried,” is what Mr. Stark ends up saying eventually, looking as uncomfortable in his skin as Peter feels–and that’s not right at all.
“She won’t expect me home until dinner,” Peter says without thinking, “Besides I like spending time with you–in the lab. I mean, if you don’t have anything else to do. Which, it’s cool if you do, I get it. I just-”
“You like the lab?” Mr. Stark interrupts, sounding surprised.
“Of course!” Peter grins, relieved to have his panicked babbling interrupted. “It’s great, the equipment’s great and I’m learning a lot more from you than all my teacher’s together! It’s brilliant!”
And the way Mr. Stark straightens at those words is better, is great, because like this he looks as though he could take over the whole world with just his mind and a smile, already sharing an idea on how to improve the mobility of Peter’s newest suit, and this is how it’s supposed to be.
My green haired lover was lounging comfortably on my bed, the same look of pure rage that I had left him with still present on his face. I regarded him as if he were a wild animal as he slowly pushed himself up from my bed.
“Oh baby,” he growled, “you have been a bad girl.”
Never taking my eyes off of him, I cautiously lowered my gun and placed it on the dresser by the door. Pointing a gun at him when he was in such a bad mood would not do me any favors. Of course he noticed the movement, which triggered him to look me up and down. He apparently did not like what he saw, and let out another growl.
J eyed my bare legs as he took a step towards me, “I should kill that boy for having his hands all over what belongs to me.”
My eyes widened and my heart stopped. Shit. Shit. Shit. How long had he been following me? If J saw me dancing with James, then he probably saw me drinking too. Not to mention the fact that I went out in tiny shorts and a crop top.
Noticing my panicked expression he grinned, “Oh you thought you would get away with it? No, no, pet, you will be punished.”
That got my blood boiling as I remembered Harley. Raising my eyes to meet his, I glared, “You can fuck other people, but I can’t?”
He growled again and stalked toward me. Gripping my face in his hands, he smashed his lips against mine. I fought against the kiss, pushing at his chest in an attempt to make him let me go. It obviously didn’t work very well since he was a lot stronger that me, but after a few seconds he let me escape. As I took a hard step back, my wig got stuck on one of J’s many rings. It slid off my head, releasing my natural Y/C/H. J’s eyes seemed to be glued to it as it fell around my shoulders and down my back.
“No, J,” I shook my head, my hair dancing around me, “You don’t get to touch me! You don’t get to touch me after touching her.”
My Clown Prince laughed shortly and raised a non existent eyebrow, “You’re mad at me?”
I nodded, an unimpressed look on my face.
“Baby girl, you shot at me and missed. You’re lucky to be alive; I’ve killed people for less,” he said through gritted metal teeth, “You have no place to be mad at me.”
Scoffing, I crossed my arms, “I didn’t shoot at you. I shot at the bitch you were cheating on me with, and I didn’t miss. She’d be dead right now if it wasn’t for that damn glass.”
Even though he looked perfectly calm, I knew that he was beyond enraged. In fact, his left eye, the one with a little J under it, was twitching. I had spent enough time studying him to know that a twitchy eye was a very bad sign. Normally when his eyes twitched, it meant that someone was about to die.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Y/N,” he ground out, his voice shaking slightly with the effort to restrain himself.
“Fuck that. In fact, fuck you. You’re an untrustworthy asshole, J, that deserves worse than just me running away.”
Having been pushed to his limit, J raised his hand as if to backhand me. My mind immediately went back to over a year ago, to our first fight. It was the only time he had ever hit me, the only time he had even raised his hand against me. The slap had knocked me to floor, causing me to hit my head on the side of his desk and loose consciousness. When I had woken up, he wasn’t there. I found him in his office, sitting against his desk with a bottle of liquor in his hand and tear stains on his cheeks. He told me he couldn’t loose me, and promised that he would never hurt me again.
With fresh tears in my eyes, I met J’s angry glare and repeated the exact words I had said to him then, “Hit me and loose me forever. I will not be your new Harley, and I will not stand for an abusive relationship. Hit me, and even if you lock me away for the rest of my life, I will never love you again.”
J’s gaze immediately softened as he dropped his hand to his side. He knew that he had struck a nerve, and he quickly tried to fix his mistake before he pushed me too far.
“Baby,” he said in a soft voice that was quite uncommon for him, “you know I would never hurt you.”
Now that I was no longer in mortal danger, the events of the day caught up to me and I was suddenly extremely exhausted. Leaning against the doorframe beside me, I shrugged and gave him a tired smile, “J, you already did.”
My clueless Mr. J seemed to finally realize the damage he had caused as a crestfallen look overtook his beautiful face. He didn’t know what to do, and he didn’t receive any clues from me. After a few moments of just staring at me with a sad expression, he finally decided to pull me into a hug. Too tired to fight it, I allowed him to embrace me, in turn wrapping my arms around his torso and burying my face in his chest. I inhaled his wonderful scent, and for the first time in two weeks, felt my whole body completely relax.
“Why did you do it, J?” I asked, my insecurities beginning to emerge in my tired state, “Am I not good enough for you anymore?”
J growled and pulled me tighter against his chest, “Don’t say that. You are perfect, I would never want anyone else.”
“If you really thought I was perfect, you wouldn’t have kissed her,” I grumbled quietly against his chest.
He shushed me softly, running his hand through my hair to calm me down. Unfortunately his comforting touch wouldn’t let me forget what he had done and why I had left. I may not be screaming at him, but I was angry, and I was hurt. He wasn’t going to get away with that lame answer, so I reluctantly pulled away.
J regarded me carefully as I stood up straight and crossed my arms over my chest. Fixing my eyes on his, I gave him a hard look, “I need an answer, J. Why did you kiss her?”
Gritting his teeth, J ran his hands through his bright green hair. He turned away and started to pace across my room. I just watched and waited as he seemed to be having a battle within himself. After a few moments of trying to wear a hole in my floor, J stopped suddenly and turned to face me. He had decided what his answer would be.
“You unnerve me Y/N, that’s why I let her kiss me,” he gritted out. Slightly offended, I raised an eyebrow. I opened my mouth to tell him that if anyone was unnerving it was him, when he shot me a scolding look,“You know better than to interrupt. Keep your mouth shut and listen.”
I rolled my eyes, but complied. Leaning my shoulder against the doorframe, I motioned for him to continue.
“You unnerve me because you get under my skin in a way that no one else ever has. Every little, annoying feeling inside my body pushes me to protect you. The voices inside my head all call out for you, urging me to never leave your side. I would kill most anyone who dared to glare at me or run their mouth to me, but when you do it, I just want kiss you. When some idiot manages to piss me off or ruin a deal, you make it better. All I have to do is touch you, and all the demons go away. You tame me, Y/N,” he said, causing my heart to flutter, “that’s why I let Harley kiss me. I had hoped that it was just a stupid obsession, but when even she couldn’t pull me out of it, I knew I was screwed. I told her that I would kill her if she overcame back to Gotham as soon as you left.”
J paused to take a step toward me. My heart beat hard in my chest, trying to break through the cage of my ribs, when he grabbed my hips and pulled me towards him. There was a look in his clear blue eyes that I had never seen before as he ran his tongue over his silver teeth.
“You snuck your way into an organ I was beginning to believe I didn’t have, and now it belongs to you. I kissed Harley Quinn for the last time because I’m in love with you, and it is the only thing that has ever terrified me.”
My heart swelled and tears spilled onto my cheeks. Having never expected to hear those words from him, I was completely shocked. Six months after he had claimed me as his, J had found out that I loved him when I said it in my sleep. He had taken it better than I thought he would, but it still wasn’t the desired reaction. After we had recovered from that, I had realized that J would never be able to tell me he loved me. I had realized that J showed his feelings through his actions, and I eventually came to terms with that. Now here he was telling me he loved me, and I was absolutely elated.
I quickly wiped the tears away and closed the distance between us. Harley was completely forgotten as I pulled him into a passionate kiss. J immediately wrapped one arm around my waist and tangled the other into my hair. He crushed my body against his, his lips meeting mine in a hungry fervor. Grinning against him, I kissed him back with an equal amount of passion.
Kissing him after so long felt like absolute heaven. J tugged at my hair, using it to tilt my head back so that he had easier access to my lips. I couldn’t help but moan as his silver teeth sunk into my lower lip. J purred, releasing my lip and pulling back to look at me.
“You’re mine, Y/F/N Y/L/N, and no one else is allowed to have you.”
I nodded, “And you, Mr. J, are mine. Don’t even think about letting another girl touch you ever again.”
He laughed and nodded. J gave me another kiss then started to walk backwards towards my bed. I smiled widely as I followed, my eyes never leaving his. When his knees hit the edge, he sat down, his hands finding my hips and pulling me between his legs. There was a mischievous look in his eyes as he gazed up at me.
I laughed, allowing the sound to fill the room. When I looked back down at J he was smiling a true, perfect smile.
“I love you Mr. J,” I whispered, running my fingers through his vibrant hair. He allowed his eyes to slip closed and purred, “I love you too my perfect Y/N. Please don’t ever leave me again”
“I promise J, I’ll never leave you again,” I said as he leaned his head against my stomach. I was finally happy, and I knew that no matter what, I would always have my insane, over-protective Joker by my side.
Summary: (Soulmate Timer AU) Steve awoke with a start. A baseball game was playing softly on the radio. He sat up, incredibly disoriented. He looked to his right arm. 3 Years, 84 Days, 2 Hours, 0 Minutes, 5 Seconds. He’d woken up 70 years in the future.
It was a surprise for Mr. and Mrs. Rogers, when on July 4, 1918, their son Steven was born with ‘95 Years, 14 days, 10 hours, 22 Minutes 35 seconds’ on his forearm. Steven Grant Rogers, sickly boy that he was, wouldn’t even meet his soulmate until well into old age.
Steve did his best to not let it bother him. Ever the optimist, he believed that it just meant that whoever he would meet in 75 years would be so special, they’d wait their whole lives to find one another.
Bucky had a different outlook. As one of the rare few without a timer, James Buchanan Barnes was basically the definition of ‘playboy.’ He saw it as 75 years for Steve to be with whoever the hell he wanted without having to settle down. The two friends weren’t really that alike when it came to matters of the heart.
Both philosophies faded into the background when they entered the war. Steve gave up the theories of finding love in favor of striving to survive. After the serum, Steve had more women (and some men) throwing themselves at him than he’d ever thought would.
The only person he even thought he might have a shot with was Peggy, but after Bucky fell he was far too consumed by his grief to do anything. As his timer slowly ticked downwards, he fought the good fight. His last hopes were winking out as he flew the plane into the ice.
Steve awoke with a start. A baseball game was playing softly on the radio. He sat up, incredibly disoriented. He looked to his right arm.
3 Years, 84 Days, 2 Hours, 0 Minutes, 5 Seconds. He’d woken up 70 years in the future.
Bitty stood by, his scarf pulled halfway up his face as he
looked on dubiously. “Are you sure this’ll work?”
Jack nodded. “My dad used to do this every winter,” he reminded
him, not for the first time.
Bitty was still skeptical. He hadn’t said a word when Jack
announced that he wanted to build a small skating rink in their new backyard.
He had even helped Jack set up the wooden boards, but now that he was watching
Jack lay out the tarp, he had his doubts.
Something I noted about the S2 Matsu announcement picture (that I may or may not be looking too deeply into) is that the boys aren’t wearing their standard hoodies.
…Okay so Ichi probably is, but the others’ outfits have caught my eye. Oso and Kara are wearing hoodies, but they’re not the hoodies. Meanwhile, Choro and Totty have completely new looks. And Jyushi isn’t wearing anything lol but seeing the stuff Choro’s holding up for him, none of them are Jyushi’s regular hoodie either.
In fact, none of their regular hoodies can be seen in the announcement picture (again, with maybe the exception of Ichi). There are various clothes on the racks behind them, but none of them look like the regular Matsu hoodie.
I may be completely wrong and might be looking too deeply into it, so don’t quote me on this, but… Maybe the boys’ default outfits in S2 won’t be their hoodies anymore? Maybe we’re looking at (for some at them, at least) their new default outfits?
I mean, we’ve had photos of the boys changing into different outfits outside of their default hoodies before, and we have so many alternate outfits for them already from official apps, merch, etc. So it probably isn’t anything new… But at the same time, that they’re doing this for the official S2 announcement has got me wondering if it means anything.
Tbh in my opinion, I really like the idea of their default outfits not being their hoodies again - and I also really like the idea of the boys’ default outfits being different from each other! It breaks the monotony of the almost-six same hoodies haha. Also in a way, it could symbolize the boys slowly finding their own identities completely separate from being identical sextuplets - Oso included - and that they’re slowly but surely growing up…?
…But of course, again, I could be wrong and the new outfits here might just be for promotional purposes :P (That or they actually will be new casual outfits for the boys in S2, just not their default ones.) It’s still a nice thought, though.