Summary: Dan and Phil are
reluctant stepbrothers soon to be strangers. When Dan’s father decided to marry
Phil’s mother, no one could have predicted the marriage ending in flames only a
few weeks later. The two boys who avoided each other at all costs during the
marriage are brought together one last time before they part ways forever. Phil
hates Dan. Dan can’t stand Phil. But what happens when a house party goes
terribly wrong and they end up needing each other more than their parents ever
AKA. Angsty teenage
Dan, a drunken night no one can remember, mysterious hickies, thigh riding,
overstim, sexual tension for days etc…
What do you think is the (symbolic) meaning behind having all the mains on the same place, trying to support sana (s4's main) in the clip today? :) x
you know what I didn’t even think about it until you mentioned it, so thank you so much for bringing this up!
wow, it’s kinda nostalgic isn’t it?
like think about it, Eva, Noora and Isak have all been in the position Sana is in now. Alone, inside their own head afraid of what’s to come next (same tbh)
and now here they are sharing this moment with her. Could they be a reminder for us to show us how much they have grown and the ‘evolution’ of the mains?
okay so Sana has served as an important character in each of their seasons. she helped each main move along in their story in a different way.
for example with Eva
Sana gave Eva the push she needed to finally confront Ingrid as well as all the feelings she has been repressing and torturing herself with from the beginning of this season. If it wasn’t for Sana we might not have gotten the most emotional heart to heart in this entire season. We wouldn’t have gotten Eva to finally let out all of her feelings as well as realising who she is and what means the most to her. She wouldn’t have gotten the push she needed to gain closure with Ingrid if it wasn’t for sana…and then of course she wouldn’t have caught Iben and learnt about Snakesak…so yeah Sana pushed Eva’s season along when she needed it.
Of course Sana and noora had that massive beautiful clip where she told Noora that it’s impossible to expect people to think like you do, but it is possible to try and understand them, and for them to understand you. This convo of course encouraged Noora to try to connect with William and talk to him…pushing her in the direction of Nico where the next part of her story began. Again you could say Sana pushed her story along…leading her to the next chapter of her journey and growth.
Now angel IsakMikki doesn’t have favourites I love my children equally
oh my gosh I loved this clip. I don’t know if Sana knew or not but she gave Isak exactly everything he needed to hear right in this moment of his story. She reassured him that he still means the same to her as he always has and that maybe his mum would feel the same way. she gave him the courage and the love he needed to tell his mum about Even. She made him feel less scared about how she would react and calm in knowing that she still sees him the same way herself. ahhh oh my god if it wasn’t for Sana I don’t know if Isak would have gotten the guts to tell his mother about his sexuality and that was one of the most important parts of his story. His mother accepting him and loving him when he needed it the most (hell he had been needing it since we met him) ahhh it was everything. and Sana helped him reach to that point where he could reach out to his mother. So again, she pushed and impacted his story…in the best way.
So now why were all the mains here in this clip?
Maybe they were here to remind us just how much Sana has been there for them. How much she has impacted their lives and had such a strong hand in moving their journeys of growth and development along. Because now Sana is the one withdrawing herself from everyone and believing that none of them see her as someone they can connect with because she is too different. She is beginning to take herself out of their world…to push them away. But they are here trying to remind us (and her but she can’t see it rn) that god dammit she is a part of their world. She’s not just a part of it but because of her their worlds have changed and grown. She has been there for all of them. They need her and they love her and they respect her.
but Sana feels like no one does.
someone needs to tell her just how important she is and why she is needed so much in their world…because their worlds are her world. <3
They each had Sana to move their story along…but who does Sana have? maybe that’s what they are trying to show us by involving them all here. Who is her Sana? What happens when the friend who is always there for everyone, needs someone to be there for her and get her to talk and listen?
(bc I need to make up for the langst I posted last night so here’s so comfort and a little bit of hurt. This is just Shiro’s, the other ones will be up soon. The only warning is a depiction of a panic attack.)
1. Lance winced as Shiro cut into him with words like he was expertly wielding Keith’s bayard. He would’ve found it funny how dad-like he was being, except: a) probably would cause Shiro to bail him out more, and b) it wasn’t very funny at all.
“Don’t you see how childish you’re being! This isn’t just serious, this is a matter of life or death, and your antics cannot get in the way. At the end of the day, do you want to be responsible for someone’s death?” The question sent a wave of nausea through Lance, and he was almost pulled off his feet by a wave of static that clouded his mind as something inside his chest burst. He grabbed his chest in alarm. His breathing was quickening. His chest was on fire. Oh god. Oh god. He curled inwards. Trying to protect himself.
“…” He tried to speak but no words came out, just harsh breaths as he lent against the wall, staring upwards through tears at Shiro who was frozen in fear.
“…Lance? Oh. Um… fuck.” If Lance was in any state of mind, he would have never let Shiro go for swearing in front of him, but as it was, it made Lance’s breath speed up. Shiro approached him like he would a possible hostile alien, slowly and with his hands outstretched. “Okay, Lance, if you can, put your arms around me and follow my breaths. Is that okay?” His voice was low and non-threatening, and in response Lance nodded slowly. His hands shaking as Shiro sat next to him, putting his hand on Lance’s arm. Shiro started taking audible, slow breaths. Lance winced as this effort made his breathing uneven, alternating from barely controlled slow breaths to shaky shallow ones.
“Thanks.” He choked out. Shiro shook his head.
“Don’t talk, just focus on the breathing.” Lance had enough humour to roll his eyes at him, and melodramatically breathed in and breathed out, causing Shiro to laugh, before his smile melted into a concerned frown. “I’m so sorry Lance.”
“Don’t be. You’re right, of course.” Lance looked down, not willing to meet Shiro’s eyes.
“Just because you were goofing off doesn’t mean I should have said that. It was way out of line. I just –” Shiro trailed off.
“I’m scared too.” Lance responded quietly. “I know. I know that this is a life-or-death thing, but I just can’t think about it. I’m not like you, or Keith, or Allura. I have to distract myself. If I think about for one second someone else dying on my account I just –” Lance’s breath started to quicken again, and Shiro stopped him, beginning the audible intakes and exhales of breath once more. Lance found his voice again. “You’re good at that. Unsurprisingly.”
“Well, thank Coran actually.” Shiro smiled as Lance scoffed. “No really, apparently they’re quite common for Alteans as well as humans. I still get them occasionally, but they were really bad when, you know…” Shiro trailed off before gathering his thoughts once more. “Listen. Are you alright?”
Lance laughed nervously.
“Yeah, of course buddy, don’t worry about it.” He patted Shiro’s arm, got up from the ground and started to walk away when he felt Shiro’s metal arm on his shoulder.
“Really. We all deal with trauma differently, and I’m worried. These coping mechanisms are all fine and good until they start hurting you and other people.” Shiro was staring down at him and Lance shrunk under his worry. Of course Shiro was worried about the others.
“I’m really sorry I’ve been a pain.” He laughed, rubbing the back of his head in a mockery of sheepishness. “I’ve been distracted but don’t worry, to quote our lord Efron, I’ll get my head in the game.” Shiro’s frown did not disappear. “Seriously, dude, don’t worry.” Lance smiled.
“Just, if you need to talk, please do. Whatever problems you have are important, not just for the team’s performance, but for your health as well. Okay? And if you can’t talk to me, talk to Hunk, or Pidge, or even Keith.” Shiro insisted, gesturing emphatically as Lance rolled his eyes. “Please.”
Lance’s face softened, his mask melting away.
“I’m just so scared. What if I never see my family again?” His already tear-filled eyes began brimming once more. “And I’m so scared that I’ll mess up everything, I mean, how the hell can I compare to you guys? Keith’s an amazing combatant, Coran and Allura are the best at strategies, you’re a great leader, Hunk’s an awesome engineer, and Pidge is just a genius!” Shiro stared at Lance as tears spilled down his cheeks.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t notice.” He pulled his hands over his face. “God, and I’m supposed to be the leader.” Shiro straightened up, looking at Lance. “I can’t express how sorry I am. I forget, I suppose, that you’re children. But know we’re all terrified; and know that we couldn’t do it without you. Because your joking does help, Lance, it breaks the mood and reminds us why we’re fighting - for our humanity. You’re important.”
Lance stood in shock. He wiped the tears off his face.
“Gosh Shiro, you’re such an old man!” He started laughing.
Shiro crossed his arms and stared at Lance. His frown didn’t reach his eyes.
“Come on you youngin, we’ve got training to do.” He walked out of the room, shaking his head. Lance smiled. Maybe things were alright, even if he was just saying it to pacify him. Still. It counted.
Hey, you're German, right? I've got a huge favour to ask of you. I've been studying German for a few years, and I plan on studying there for a year. Before that, I wanna improve my language skills, so I've been wondering if you could tell me about some good original German movies? I don't want to watch dubbed ones, I've heard they're horrible. Thank you so much! Love your blog, by the way.
Dubbed movies aren’t actually half bad - at least to movies dubbed in other languages. Trust me, I’ve watched both Spanish and French dubbed movies, they were way worse. This is what we like to call “Jammern auf hohem Niveau” - complaining even though everything is pretty good. You’ll find that Germans are a people of complainers; we like to complain about everything. We are never content :)
Still, I’m really really excited that you’re interested in my culture and HELL YES THERE ARE A BUNCH OF AWESOME GERMAN MOVIES. Here are some highly acclaimed ones and some of my favourites, I hope all links work.
12 Meter ohne Kopf (a movie about a German pirate, who allegedly walked 12 meters after being beheaded in order to save his crew)
Auf der anderen Seite (a really bautiful sort of episodic movie connecting the lives of three families, both German and Turkish)
Barfuss (a movie about a girl suffering from PTSD, who is saved mostly accidentally from committing suicide by a dude cleaning the clinic she is in, and then follows him around everywhere, and they fall in love. Seriously, onely one of two movies by Til Schweiger worth watching)
Buddenbrooks (the story of a very rich merchant family and their downfall…a really famour book adaptation)
Das Boot(a movie about a German submarine and its crew during World War II. 100& must-see)
Das Experiment (A movie about a psychology experiment in prison, and how people react when given free reign over others. This should come with a huge trigger warning. It’s awesome, but also really super disturbing)
Das Leben der Anderen (You might’ve heard of that one, since it received an Oscar. It deals with surveillance in East Germany, and is, also, a must-see).
Das weiße Band (A movie about the oppressive and rigid society pre-World War I children grew up in.)
Das Wunder von Bern (This movie mixes the football world championships of 1954 (soccer for heathens who call other stuff football) and the story of a family that has to re-learn to live with each other when the father comes home after being a war captive for like…12 years MUST SEE)
Der Schuh des Manitu (THE single best German comedy to ever exist. It makes fun of Cowboy movies/books that are super popular in Germany. You’ll cry of laughter seeing Native Americans with a Bavarian accent - which also means your language level should be really high, or you won’t understand a thing. Uh, obviously don’t watch if you think white comedians playing Native Americans is racist even when it’s satire)
Der Untergang (the last days in thr life of Adolf Hitler. You’ll probably have heard of that one, too. MUST SEE)
Die Blechtrommel (God, I don’t know how to describe this one. Basically, a movie about a child who decides he doesn’t want to grow anymore and observes the world of the adults around him?)
Die Fälscher (again, dealing with World War II, and people in concentration camps who were tasked with copying money of other countries)
Die fetten Jahre sind vorbei (a movie about three rebels who break into rich people’s houses only to rearrange their furniture and tell them to revise their morals - until one of them catches them in the act and they abduct him for a weekend. MUST SEE)
Die Feuerzangenbowle (THE classic movie. about the German school system. An older guy pretending to be a student at an elite high school. Also gave the name to a drink you will find a lot on Christmas markets)
Effie Briest (another novel adaptation about a young woman whose marriage is arranged and who loses everything when she cheats on her husband)
Ein Freund von mir (two guys who are completely different building a very strange friendship)
Elementarteilchen (about the lives of two brothers who were separated after birth, and the completely different lives they lead)
Fack Ju Göhte (no links yet, it only came out last year, a new comedy about the German school system, and absolute must-see, if you happen to find a link one day)
Gegen die Wand (a Turkish girl fake-marrying a German addict in an attempt to escae her family. MUST SEE)
Goodbye Lenin(a beautiful movie/comedy about a family and the German reunification. MUST SEE)
Wer früher stirbt ist länger tot (a comedy about a kid who does a lot of nonsense and when told that he is the reason his mother dies, blames himself, feares that he has to go to hell, and tries to make up for his sins by finding his dad a new wife. Hilarious. Again, tho, super strong Bavarian accent, beware!)
And if you want to watch a few good German TV-shows:
Türkisch für Anfänger (ABSOLUTE MUST SEE TV SERIES OMG WATCH IT!!! It deals with a German-Turkish patchwork family and it is hilarious)
Tatort Münster (basically a procedural crime show. There are a lot of Tatorts, but this is the only one that is always good. you’ll find a lot of the episodes on youtube)
Summary: You have been alone all your life, and from a young age, you learned that love doesn’t exist. However, as soon as you met Peter Parker, you learned to love again.
Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader
Words: 2,477 (goddamn that’s a long one)
Warnings: kinda agsty, kinda fluffy, couple of swears, my really bad spanish skills (I SPEAK FRENCH STILL LEARNING SPANISH) also first fic so there’s that
A/N: guys i did it. first ever fic. i don’t know if y’all will hate it or love it, but it was so much fun to write. ALSO THERES AN IN THE HEIGHTS REFERENCE.
You didn’t need love.
You were an independent person who didn’t need to feel satisfied by having someone love you.
You were strong, independent, and brave.
That’s what you told yourself everyday when you looked in the mirror.
Truth be told, you lied to yourself everyday. Everybody needed somebody, but you just weren’t used to that. With your mom out of the picture, and your dad always gone for work, you had convinced yourself that love was for the weak.
You just never realised how emotionally weak you actually were.
It took you approximately three and a half seconds to realize something was wrong with Bruce. You had no idea why, but he was clearly not happy.
Not the “I’m Batman, I’m broody and dark” kind of “unhappiness”. The “I’m being a child about something but I won’t tell you what” kind. He was visibly pouting, and when you went to him to kiss his lips softly, he didn’t respond.
He just kept staring at the bat computer and ignoring you. You could have been worried…did he stop loving you ? Was he slowly drifting away from you ? You could have…But you knew better.
It wasn’t the first time he acted that way. It wasn’t the first time at all.
And as you pulled away after he didn’t respond to your kiss, and he avoided your gaze, you just knew.
Yup. Something was definitely bothering him, and he was being a brat about it. He was acting like a kid whose parents refused to buy him an ice cream, and now, he wasn’t talking to them anymore…At least for a few minutes. Because just like a kid to his parents, Bruce couldn’t resist talking to you for very long.
You tried to remember what you could have done to make him be pouty like that…But nothing comes to your mind. You didn’t use your sass, sarcasm and wits on him lately, you didn’t make him jealous on purpose, you didn’t ate Alfred’s last cookie…What was it ?
You stay in the cave with him for a while, deciding to leave him calm down (for whatever reason he needed to calm down), and thank God your sons were getting down the stairs.
You went to talk to them, and you could see Bruce looking at you guys sideways, acting as if your laughter didn’t annoy and intrigue him.
Dick looks at his father, and, shaking his head turns to you :
-Oh mom, what have you done for him to pout like a damn child ?
-That’s the thing Dickie, I can’t remember doing anything. And I usually do remember…So…yeah, I’m clueless too.
And you guys tried to figure out what you could have possible done…but just couldn’t find anything.
When your children left for their nightly patrol, and Bruce stayed behind (it was suppose to be his night off, but it seemed he had no intention on going back up with you and just enjoy some time together…this wouldn’t do), you decide to finally break the silence.
So I’ve been thinking about the idea of Blue mirroring Lance in terms of hidden insecurity, and while I cannot for the life of me remember where I saw it, I saw someone on tumblr post “everyone thinks of Blue as the low standards Lion” in reference to her bio painting her as the most accepting.
And I think about that, and… what that means.
Because Blue just as much as all of the other Lions is shown to hold out for her designated paladin. She doesn’t grab Keith any of the numerous times he was there and she could’ve gone home immediately. And considering Blue is Lance’s Lion- that wasn’t a small temptation. If she’s specifically good at working with people who aren’t ideal paladin matches, if she can get along with just about anyone- every time Keith went to that cave Blue would have that temptation.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
TW: SMUT, really smutty, like use of the word boobs and condom
Requested: Nope lol
Disclaimer: this is my very first smut… ever. if i am absoloutley garbage - please tell me. seriously. i will stop lol. anyways, this is a super fumbly/nervous smut thing bc lets be real… evan would not be the most confident in this region.
Yours and Evan’s
relationship seemed to fall into a format that could be related to English
literature: repeated and rhythmically patterned. The moment you two start doing
something, you couldn’t stop. After your first kiss, Evan would not stop
pecking you on the lips. After your first time holding hands, Evan couldn’t
bare not capturing your fingers and intertwining them with his. Just last
month, you and Evan had your first make out session.
It was strange at first. It took a while to getting used to. It
would start off with a kiss, standing up. Then Evan would have to break away to
control his breathing from excitement. It took a while to find a sitting
position where you were both comfortable to lock lips. A few fumbles and bumped
heads later, it was decided that the best spot was if you straddled Evan’s lap
whilst he sat on his bed - leaning against the wall.
The make out session would
include straddling and hair pulling at the bare minimum. It was so new to both
you and Evan that you had to make a code word. Every time one of you got a
little too excited, you would murmur the word walnut. That would give you or Evan time to calm down before
continuing in kissing. At the beginning of the month, it was quite rare that
the word would need to be used. 2-3 weeks into the make out month, Evan had
used it 6 times and you twice. Now, at the end of the month, Evan needed a
break every 10 minutes.
Today was like every
other day of the month. Evan greeted you after last period with a kiss. You two
would walk to his house, holding hands. Stepping through the door, he led you
upstairs. The two of you giggled like children. Evan’s mom was rarely home.
Which could give you the range of make out spot possibilities, but Evan didn’t
like change. Evan liked security and being able to know what goes on around
him. Because of that, each afternoon snog would be in his room, with the door
You reached up onto
your tip toes and grabbed Evan’s face in your hands. Smiling widely, you
connected your lips together. Evan immediately placed his hands on your hips,
pulling you into his lanky frame. Smiling against his warmth, you slowly led
him to the edge of his bed so he could scurry against the wall; for you to get
into your regular seating position. The moment you swung your legs around his
hips and sat on him, his eyes grew wide.
he whispered, as if the world could hear him.
“Already?” you question
He nodded quickly,
swallowing hard. You nodded with a small smile, obviously respecting his wishes
to take a quick breather. After a few moments passed, he gave you the nod to
keep going. You pressed your lips back to his, moving your mouth in sync. Your
hands brushed up his blue polo and into his sandy locks. He let out the
smallest of whimpers. It left butterflies in your stomach. Evan’s hands ran up
and down your sides. Pulling away from his lips, you looked into his sunken
“We are going to try
something a little different, okay?” you searched his eye for approval. He
gulped and nodded slowly.
You continued to kiss
him, then slowly trailed them down his neck. About two inches away from his
ear, he seemed to become weak. You applied the smallest amount of pressure, and
you felt his body stiffen.
You kept going. Taking
his hands in yours, you slowly guided them north – up to your breasts.
his eyes flew open and watched intensely as to where you set his hands. You
held his hands there, making them apply pressure to the new destination.
he pracitcally hollered.
You pulled away
quickly, looking at your loving boyfriend. His hair was sticking up, his lips
were swollen, eyes were wide, and a small tent forming in his khakis.
“I-It was a
really close call this time,” he breathed out, blushing like a mad man.
should really talk about this,” you looked at him with wide eyes.
you think I’m so weird, don’t you? I-I can try my best, next time? I will try
and last as long as I can without saying it-”
Evan. It’s not that,” you chuckled. You could hear him sigh with
relief. “I’ve been thinking about this whole thing. You have been saying
the code word so often, that it’s just- I don’t know-”
“W-What is it?” he
scrambled to hold your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles.
“You’ll find it silly,”
you laughed sheepishly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Me? F-Find it silly?
No way…José,” he gave you an awkward, toothy grin.
“Okay, okay, I was just
thinking – God, I don’t know, - that it’s silly how we go so far and you get so
worked up and then we never… I don’t know… finish?”
“Y-You mean, you want
“Only if you want to-“
“W-Well maybe we
“Oh my gosh, Evan,
“No,” he took both of
your hands in his, looking up into your eyes. “I want to. I-I really want to.”
Evan’s mom was coming
home in an hour. So you and Evan decided that tomorrow evening would be the
It was the next morning; you had just gone to the guidance
counselor to ask for a condom. You asked Evan to pick up a package of them at
the corner store, but he was afraid that somehow – they would end up telling
the whole town.
The entire day was filled with excitement. Yours and Evan’s face
stayed a shade of firetruck red all afternoon. During lunch, Evan rested his
hand on your thigh, which only made your blushing worse. Of course, Jared
picked up on it and made an obnoxious comment. Something the along the lines of
being “fucking gay”, and calling Evan a “weird sex freak”.
The final bell had rang and you practically ran into Evan. You
giggled at each other, knowing that he had rushed to meet you too.
Evan closed his bedroom door and suddenly got nervous. You
frowned when you saw him fumbling with the material of his shirt.
“What’s wrong, Evan?” you asked softly. You sat him down on his
bed, sitting next to him. Running your hand up his arm, you tried your best to
comfort him. He shrugged in response. “We don’t have to do this,” you reminded
him. “I’m more than happy to wait. This is a consensual thing. I love you, you
know that, right?” you cracked a smile, and saw him crack one too.
“I-I want to do this.
I-I’m just scared. What if I mess up? What if I…” he began to trail off. He
looked up at you and whispered, “what if I cum too early?”
Your face turned red to
match his. “It’s okay if all of that happens. This is a learning experience for
the both of us. We can go slow,” you kissed him gently on the cheek. You waited
for him to respond. Obviously, you would never pressure him to do something
Evan turned to you,
“can we still use walnut?”
Giggling, you nodded,
Evan scooted to rest
his back on the wall, pulling you up onto his lap. “I-I’m ready,” he whispered
against your lips.
You two started out as
per usual. Evan didn’t use the code word once. You were kissing his neck, until
he pulled away, gesturing to his shirt.
“Should I take this
off?” he asked very calmly.
You nodded, helping him
remove his polo. You were breathless at the sight. His pale form was structured
like a sculpture. Every muscle, vein, and freckle was beautifully scattered on
his flesh. Birth marks, moles, and little chest hairs dusted his torso. You ran
your fingertips along the stretch marks that had been placed there from his
middle school growth spurts.
“You, Evan Hansen, are
beautiful,” you reminded him. Evan turned an even deeper shade of red.
Taking his hands, you
guided him to the hem of your sweater. You allowed him to pull it off of you,
revealing your bare skin and plain push-up bra.
“Wow…” he breathed out,
absoloutley mesmerized. You began to feel the familiar tent beneath your lap.
“You can-um, you can
touch me,” you reminded him nervously, with a small giggle.
He reached up shakily,
cupping your bra in his hands. He felt you cautiously, as if he could easily
break you. He was speechless. It was the first real pair of boobs he had ever
You giggled at his
expression, reaching behind you unclasping your bra. As Evan kneaded your skin,
he gasped as the material fell off of your breasts. His tent grew tighter and
his eyes became wider. You guided his hands to your nipples, letting him touch
the sensitive nubs. You threw your head back with a whimper. Evan was
ohmygod, shit, walnut,” he whispered between his teeth.
You nodded, watching as his eyes shut tight and his hands froze
in place. You could tell that he was trying to calm his breathing. You were
surprised at his sudden colourful language. A few moments passed, and your
boyfriend slowly opened his eyes.
“N-No, I’m still- um- full,” he mumbled back quickly.
You giggled at his word choice and placed his hands on your
hips. You pressed your lips to his, trying to give him a feeling of
familiarity. Evan soon became comfortable, taking the slightest bit of control.
His fingers traced down to the hemline of your jeans. He popped open the
button. Climbing off of him, you laid down beneath him, watching him hover over
your body. He slid your jeans down your legs, placing the material to the side.
His eyes gazed over your body, drinking the sight before him.
You sighed, leaning your head back on the pillow as his eyes
shut tight again.
“I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just that- You’re laying there-
fuck- you just look so good. And holy hell I don’t know if I can-”
Giggling, you stopped his rambling. “Ev, it’s okay. I will
wait as long as you want me to.”
After the second walnut calling, everything went smoothly. You
were finally fully bare, and Evan was left in his boxers.
“A-Are you okay for me to take these off?” you asked him,
placing your hand on the band of his underwear. He nodded quickly, watching
your every move.
Carefully, you pulled the white cotton off of his pelvis. His
length sprung out of his boxers, hitting his stomach. You looked at his newly
exposed flesh, then back at his face. “You’re doing great, Ev. You really
are,” you whispered to him. Slowly, you reached out your hand and stroked him
“S-Stop, or I’ll-” he whimpered out.
“Okay, okay,” you nodded, reaching over to grab the condom
before he stopped you. You raised an eyebrow to give him a questioning look.
“I-I want you to cum, too. And I… I won’t last that long,” he
mumbled sheepishly. You smiled at his concern, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
He was doing so well, and you really admired that he thought of you and your
“Is there any way to get you, um, closer before I… ya know…”
he asked quietly.
Nodding slowly, you guided his hand to your heat. You let him
rub you in a repeatitive motion. Soon, Evan got the hang of things, letting you
put your hand on his shoulder - rather than guiding him. His thumb found your
most sensitive nub.
“What does this do?” he asked in a whisper, lightly tapping it.
You inhaled sharply. “That felt really good,” you admitted
with an even bigger blush.
His continuous tapping
brought you closer and closer to a high. You stopped him when you were almost
at your breaking point.
“O-Okay, I’m ready,”
you whispered up at him.
Evan opened up the
condom, rolling it on to himself. He looked at you once more for permission.
You gave him a nod, smiling. Before he entered you, he whispered against your
“I love you.”
He slid into you,
neither of you lasting more than 15 seconds. Evan hit his orgasm first, absolutely
melting in your hands. His whole body shook. Then it was your turn, grappling
your finger nails into the flesh on his spine.
Hedi came home around
10pm that night. You and Evan were cuddled on the couch, bones aching and hearts
swelling. She opened the door with bags full of groceries.
“Aw, my two little
lovebirds,” she mumbled. Putting down the grocery bags, she pulled out a
plastic container. “Do you guys want some candied walnuts?”
Summary : You have to tell Logan you’re pregnant, and that of course, it’s his. You’re terrified he won’t take it well…
This is part of some sort of a serie, where the reader is afraid to announce their pregnancy. Here’s the one I made for Captain America : Baby Rogers, and the one for Batman : Baby Wayne. Also, slightly NSFW, and sorry if it’s a bit crap, I just have so much trouble writing good things lately ! :
It was Storm’s 40th birthday party, and you were probably the only person present, along with Logan, that wasn’t drunk. Logan because his healing factor prevented him from getting drunk too long, and you because….
-You’re not drinking (Y/N) ?
Ororo. The queen of the party. She was drunk since 4 in the afternoon, and was the most hilarious one ever. She kept trying to make sure everyone was having a good time, and unintentionally buzzing them with a small and weak lightning coming out of her fingers. Right now, she was afraid you weren’t having fun…
-You always drink, why are you not now ? Hahaha are you pregnant ?
You don’t answer and look away. She stares at you, and it hits her.
-Wait you are ?!
-Shut up I didn’t tell Logan yet..
-No really, shut up ‘Ro !
-OH MY GODS !!
She looks at you and, in her drunken state, suddenly understand what you just meant. From the corner of your eyes, you make sure Logan didn’t pay attention to what just happened, but he’s in a conversation with a very drunk Nightcrawler, and seem to have the time of his life listening to your blue friend’s Bible stories…Drunk Bible stories. He didn’t notice anything. Thanks God. Storm comes close to you and whisper :
-Sorry. You didn’t tell him ?
-I’ve only known for a day…or two…Ok I’ve known for two month.
Could I request RFA + V getting into a fight with MC, and having MC storm out the door and tell them not to follow her? You can decide if it's happy end or not. Thanks!
RFA (+ V) getting in a fight with MC
Note: I’m so bad at coming up with reasons to arGUE UGH. I love how much support you’ve all given, I’m already at 110+ followers! V’s hurt my heart, okay? He’s too pure for this world.
EDIT: I wrote this before Jaehee’s route, and her parents are dead, so I’m sorry this is inaccurate!!
✰ - Yoosung’s finals were coming up, so you came over to surprise him at his dorm, ready to help him study with a healthy meal. Of course, upon entering, you were met with a terrible sight.
✰ - Yoosung drinking chocolate milk, playing LOLOL, bags under his eyes, and empty cups of ramen scattered on the ground.
✰ - You were not having it, he needs to get a good grade on those finals, so you walk over, and quickly unplug the computer. He didn’t even notice you till then, and he’s disgruntled af.
✰ - “Yoosung! This place is an absolute mess! Look at how unhealthy this is for you! You have finals in a week! There’s no possible way you’re gonna be prepared!”
✰ - You just ruined this boys LOLOL expedition, and had the nerve to criticize his eating habits? What the heck?” Even when he’s mad he’s not gonna curse. “I thought you were my girlfriend, not my Mom!”
✰ - You just look at him, laugh in disbelief before dropping the takeout and flashcards onto the floor.
✰ - At that moment, Yoosung knew, he fucked up.
✰ - “Wait! MC! I didn’t mean it! I’m sorry!” Literally Yoosung has never felt worse, seeing how upset you looked before leaving his dorm
✰ - “Don’t follow me, Yoosung. Just, please, take care of yourself.” You leave, Yoosung sadly picking up the scattered flash cards, opening the takeout with a sigh. He’s aware of how thoughtless his actions were.
✰ - “She even dotted all the i’s with little hearts.” Of course he’s using those flashcards to study, you made them just for him!
✰ - One week and a half later, with little to no talking with Yoosung, there’s the knock on your apartment door. You open it to reveal Yoosung, holding a manilla envelope in one hand, the other holding a small bag.
✰ - You go to shut the door, but he stops you, nervously sticking his foot in the apartment. “Please wait, MC, I need to show you something. Just five minutes, please.”
✰ - Only five minutes, you made that much clear before letting him enter the apartment, the male setting the bag on the table before grinning sheepishly as he opened the manilla folder.
✰ - “Your flashcards came in handy! I got great grades on my finals. It’s all thanks to you… and, at the time, I didn’t see how much you cared about me, but I’m so thankful you do.”
✰ - You look at the grades on the finals, before he opens the paper bag, where a couple cookies are inside, although, they look very deformed.
✰ - You try not to smile, but can’t help it when you raise a questioning eyebrow to the misshapen goodies.
✰ - “Um, they were supposed to be hearts!” Bless Yoosung, he’s trying his best, give him points for trying.
✰ - “Oh come here,” You gotta hug him, he’s forgiven, he loved your notecards, he even aced his finals, you’re a proud girlfriend. “Don’t show 707 these cookies.”
✰ - You didn’t think much of the motorcycle when Zen rode it, until you received a wake-up call from him one evening, explaining that he needed you to come pick him up because his motorcycle ran off the road.
✰ - “Zen, are you alright?” His head is bleeding a little bit, and his outfit is really ripped up. “Your motorcycle..”
✰ - “It’s trashed, now, MC, but I can get another one with the warranty. I called the authorities to tell them to get rid of this metal on the road.”
✰ - You glanced at the hazardous cycle before getting back into your car, nervously thinking about how badly hurt he could’ve been - or even dead.
✰ -”I should get a good amount of money from my insurance to buy a nicer motorcycle~ Maybe I can show you how to drive it, MC!” Insert happy ramblings about how he’ll get a new death mobile.
✰ - “Zen, you could’ve gotten hurt on the motorcycle, maybe buy a safer vehicle? You know how we’ve been talking about children, smh they can’t be taken to school on a motorcycle.”
✰ - “Babe, accidents happen!” Uh no, life threatening ones cannot be solved with pet names like Babe, Zen I will get your goddamn license revokED.
✰ - “Of course they do, but accidents can end your life, especially on a motorcycle. Or you could get severe injuries - Zen, I’m just saying, maybe get a more family friendly vehicle-”
✰ - He’s triggered at the mention of family, like, he ISN’T READY.
✰ - “I don’t want to start a family, MC!” He’s kinda mad about his motorcycle, you burst his bubble, damn you.
✰ -You pull over the car without hesitation, and step out, throwing the keys at him. Slamming the car door you yell at him to not follow you before full on sprinting down the Korean streets.
✰ - You realize you’re near SKY university and call Yoosung to stay with him while you’re upset with Zen, because he kinda just said he didn’t want to start a family with you??
✰ - About a week later, filled with cup o’ noodles and missed texts from Zen, Yoosung gets a call from him and asks him to deliver a message to you.
✰ - “Zen told me to tell you that he wants to talk, and to meet him in front of the college.” Honestly he’s glad to be used even as a messenger.
✰ - Kinda reluctant but hey. You’re looking around and cannot find him?? There’s only two minivans here, OH MY GOD.
✰ - There’s a silver one with the license plate: ZENSFAM
✰ - “Oh my god, Zen, you didn’t.” He gets out of the car with a face that’s like OH I DID.
✰ - You’re literally so happy of course you forgive this man, and he wants to have a family, or that plate has a lot of explaining to do.
✰ - Jaehee isn’t too open about her relationship with you, and when her parents show up at the cafe, she leaves out the fact that the two of you are actually engaged to be married.
✰ - So, you confront her after serving them their drinks. “Jaehee, I know your parents aren’t aware that you’re bisexual… But you should come out! I’ll be there to support you.”
✰ - “MC, your parents are a lot different from mine, and I don’t think mine would be that happy to find out my partner is female - it’d be shameful to them.”
✰ - “Wait, Jaehee, are you ashamed of me?” Cue you being a little upset, considering how the two of you easily came out to the rest of the RFA, and how confident she’d been about you then.
✰ - She looks upset, she is upset, but she is not ashamed of you.
✰ - “No, of course not, but…” She trails off, and you begin to untie your apron, slightly upset by this.
✰ - “I’m gonna take a day off, alright?” You hand her your apron before slipping out the back door, telling her a brief, “Don’t follow me.”
✰ - Jaehee then calls up Jumin, asking for a favor, and to get her lots of food coloring and vanilla frosting. Jumin, on the other hand, gets Assistant Yoosung to handle this-
✰ - You’re not very excited to go to work today, but you go nonetheless, surprised to see that both of Jaehee’s parents are there, drinking coffee when you arrive.
✰ - Also they’re the only ones in the cafe, and it’s right before opening?? Cue you being confused and them politely smiling at you.
✰ - “MC, help me frost these cupcakes with this rainbow frosting.” Jaehee is like in super busy mode as she mixes up this gorgeous multi-color frosting. “My version of coming out, I guess.”
✰ - Of course you’re gonna help! While you put the rainbow frosting on, she’s writing small hearts with J + [First Initial].
✰ - “I’m sorry about yesterday, I would never be ashamed of you.” You smile and help her take the cupcakes to her parents, prepared for whatever may come!
✰ - You’re a mix of nervous and excited about meeting Jumin’s father for the first time, over a meal from a French bistro downtown.
✰ - “You’re wearing the purple dress? It looks lovely on you.” He adjusts his matching tie before escorting you to the car, with Driver Kim behind the wheel, of course.
✰ - The conversation is fine as you sit in the back of the nice vehicle, until the topic shifts to well, you. And not in the nice, flirtatious way you’d expect.
✰ - “When talking to my father, remember to use your manners, try to smile and answer the majority of his questions. When answering questions that involve politics, keep it towards the conservative side. Don’t-”
✰ - “Jumin, that’s not how I act though. Come on, shouldn’t your father like the real MC?” You’re just mildly annoyed at this point, it’s not like you thought his father would dislike you.
✰ - “He likes a classy businesswoman, MC.”
✰ - Did he just? He did, didn’t he? “Are you trying to imply that I’m not a ‘classy businesswoman’? Why don’t you go bring Sarah Choi to meet your father, then?”
✰ - Before he can scramble for an apology, you’re requesting for Driver Kim to pull over. And he’s wondering if he’ll get fired for this.
✰ - “MC, wait, please, I’m sorry.” He reaches for your hand but you jerk it away before exiting the car, firmly telling him not to follow you. Insert loud car door slam.
✰ - You wipe a couple tears from your cheeks as the car slowly drives away, but feel arms wrap around you, making you quickly jump to be met with Jumin’s apologetic gaze.
✰ - “MC, I made you cry…” He is Not Okay. “I’m more than idiotic, I don’t care if my father dislikes you, I love you. He’ll have to accept that, regardless, but then again, who wouldn’t love you?”
✰ - Lots of make up kisses.
✰ - You guys call off the dinner with his father, and instead the two of you check out a Taiyaki stand together.
✰ - He’s been neglecting you for work lately, and neglecting the RFA as well, so you decided to confront him about it.
✰ - “Saeyoung, maybe you should take a break and we could go out to eat? Or I could make something-” Of course, this gets shut down almost immediately.
✰ - “MC, this is important work, okay? I don’t have time for that.” It reminds you of the apartment and how he pushed his feelings aside for that damn work, it’s like the whole scenario over again.
✰ - “Whatever, Saeyoung, I’m gonna go out and eat by myself, then.” You didn’t hesitate to slam the door. muttering not to follow you.Then heading upstairs towards his garage, getting into one of his cars.
✰ - You called Jaehee and said you were coming to her cafe to eat, explaining to her what happened to Saeyoung, although she didn’t say much about the situation at all.
✰ - On the other hand, Saeyoung was freaking out, tracking where his car went, to hacking into your cellphone, and keeping an eye on the CCTV feed in the apartment’s hallway.
✰ - When you finally returned to the apartment, not ready to go see Saeyoung after he somewhat ignored you, you opened the door to reveal him leaning against it, fast asleep.
✰ - Surprised, you slowly shut the door, noticing the open laptop next to him, with a map with a blinking dot, seeing that he’d tracked you.
✰ - “Saeyoung, wake up.” Unsure of how to react to this, you gently tried to wake him, and as his eyes flickered open, he pulled you into a hug. “Oof.”
✰ - “Don’t leave me, MC, I’m stupid, I shouldn’t have been such a dumbass to let you leave like that.” Burying his red hair into your shoulder, you sighed, hugging him back.
✰ - “I know.” You kissed him gently, before sitting against the door with him, watching as his face of happiness and relief turn tired once more, his head leaning on your shoulder.
✰ - “I love you.”
✰ - You’ve been living with V for over two months now, and something was genuinely bothering you, the large amount of Rika photos in his home.
✰ - So, you decided to bring it up with V at dinner one night. “Jihyun, you have a lot of photos of Rika in your home, and um, well it’s making me think your feelings for her aren’t gone.”
✰ - You weren’t jealous, it just made you uncomfortable, like a replacement for Rika. But you also understood how important she’d been to him, so you’d waited a long time to bring it up.
✰ - “MC, I..” You could tell he disliked bringing it up, the plain expression on his skin. “Shouldn’t we talk about this another time?”
✰ - “Jihyun, I’m not saying to get rid of all the photos, maybe change some, though, like photos of the last RFA party! I’ll help if you want-”
✰ - “MC, really, it’s complicated.” He looks upset about bringing up his former lover, but you also felt second to the female, and sighed, standing up from your seat. “MC? What are you doing?”
✰ - You gave a soft smile, before shaking your head, grabbing your coat from the rack before pulling it on. V stood up as soon as he heard the door open, the outside chill sweeping in.
✰ - “Jihyun, I’m gonna go.” Going to shut the door, you paused, “Please don’t follow me.” And you left the home quickly, sad that it seems you were runnerup to Rika.
✰ - V: Jumin, I need you to come over to my house immediately.
✰ - Jumin Han: It sounds urgent, I’ll get Driver Kim to be there in half an hour.
✰ - It was extremely urgent, and V lowkey needed Jumin because he’s kinda blind. Although, some things even V, the blind man, could do better than Jumin. Like take photos.
✰ - MC gets a call from V the next day, explaining that she needs to come back and talk to him, and she agrees to give him a chance to hear what he has to say.
✰ - You get there and literally can’t find him? So you look throughout the home, except, you have to do a double-take as you enter rooms that formerly held multiple photos of Rika - now framed with you and the RFA members!
✰ - You dialed his number, and hear his phone ringing in the other room, so follow the noise to find him in the bedroom, adjusting a frame on the bedside - an image of you and him, taken by another photographer at the party.
The library doesn’t actually pay, per se, but if he volunteers a given number of hours, it does give him vouchers for select items purchased at the campus shops – class supplies, food and other sundries. Icarus did the math and determined that the value of the vouchers was nearly as good as actual money, with the added benefit of the convenient location where he could stop by between classes easily and rack up hours for the week.
And it’s fairly peaceful work. Running the checkout desk; entering returned books into the computer; shelving books; light cleaning. And Icarus is free to do some of his own homework as well, as long as he gets the list of tasks done, while still earning credit for being there. Hard to complain about it.
He enjoys the tasks, and enjoys the hush of the narrow aisles, packed with books on either side, higher than his head. They have a good section on aviation: old and new books; practical and philosophical; aeronautical and astronautical. Icarus likes to sneak back to steal a few browse through them whenever he can.
Icarus is on his way back to the front counter with two books in hand, when he hears a yelp of surprise, two feet to his left, where there are a couple small steps leading up to the study carrels and tables.
• i feel like you guys wouldn’t have planned the pregnancy at all
• but you guys were stable enough and had a steady income, so it was all okay
• Connor had been going to therapy regularly and has been taking his anti depressants !! yay!!
• but there were still a few struggles
• you often had to remind Connor that he was going to be a great dad
• after Connor finally shook away his insecurities, he was confident
• he wanted to be the dad that he needed growing up (no shade Larry)
• one day you guys would be cuddling on the couch and he would gasp
• you would be like ??what??
• and he would pull your shirt up because he felt your little belly for the first time
• tears would well in his eyes because it was finally so real to him
• Connor was transforming in front of your eyes
• he was so responsible and so timid
• he would talk to your belly when he thought you were sleeping
• “hey there, little one. daddy loves you. i always will, okay? you mean the world to me”
• when you finally got to be like 7 months pregnant you were the size of a planet
• and Connor would fetch anything for you
• when it was finally pushing time, Connor insisted on being in the room with you, holding your hand
• he would be so supportive, kissing your forehead and whispering reassuring words
• when the lil sucker popped out of your hoohah he would start bawling his eyes out
• the doctor would announce it was a girl and Connor just starts ScReAmInG doing a FUKING victory lap around the room
• he would do the skin-to-skin thing where he holds the baby underneath his shirt while coddling her
• you would be asleep and Connor would stay up all night, talking to the baby in a hush tone.
• he felt so complete
• you and Evan tried for kids after getting married and finally opening up your own bakery!!
• you guys did the cute little grandma announcement to Heidi and it went viral online
• it would be one of those scrabble games and she’s spelling out the word “grandma” and she’s like “??? OH MY GOD”
• she would start bawling her eyes out hugging the two of you
• this was so important to Evan because he never had a father figure growing up
• he wanted to be the best dad possible!!
• he took a lot of advice from Jared because Jared was the coolest dad ever
• you guys would do those time lapses of your tummy
• Evan would probably rest his head on your belly when he slept on the couch
• when the baby grew feet and started kicking, Evan would kiss your stomach to get the baby to kick there
• you two would do it for hours and just giggle
• you guys would have the gender-reveal baked into a cake by one of the people who worked in your bakery!!
• so at the baby shower you guys cut the cake and it was blue inside
• EvAn WoUlD bE a MeSs
• he would be crying, sobbing, hugging you, and laughing
• Heidi bought you guys a little blue polo for your little guy
• so the big day finally comes and your assigned to a C-Section
• while you’re waiting for the doctor to wheel you in, Evan is just laying with you on the hospital bed
• you guys are grinning and talking about how exciting everything is
• Evan goes into the operating room and holds your hand the whole time
• doctor: “okay, the procedure is now taking place, Mr.Hansen, please don’t look over the curtain”
• Evan fucking looked
• and passed out at the sight of the baby being pulled out through ur organs like wtf
• but he would be out for long
• you guys would be back in your room and he would open his eyes to see you holding a little baby in a blue blanket
• Evan would wander over and hold him and start smiling ear to ear
• Evan was the best dad ever
• I feel like something would happen where the doctor told you that you were incapable of having kids
• and you guys were so upset by it, you stopped trying for a year
• seeing all of your friends have children was so upsetting
• but one day you woke up, expecting your period but it wasn’t there ??
• and it’s been like three days since you were supposed to start??
• then you thought back to 3 weeks ago when you and Jared had the FRICK frack
• you didn’t want to hype yourself up buT YOU WERE FUKIN PUMPED
• you ran to the store and bought 18 pregnancy tests
• you knew that this could just be your period being late, but something felt different this time
• AND HOLY MOTHER OF GAWD YOU WERE PREGNANT!!!
• you couldn’t WAIT to tell Jared
• so you planned it all out
• you guys’ anniversary was coming up and you had an idea
• so flash forward to your anniversary, you guys went out for dinner and came home to watch a movie and exchange gifts
• Jared had bought you a really nice necklace and a new book that you had wanted to read for a while
• you passed Jared a collection of mugs, tshirt s, and aprons that all read “World’s Best Dad”
• he looked at them hella confused bUt ThEn It SaNk In
• AND HE WOULD START SOBBING AND HUGGING YOU SO TIGHT
• IT WAS A MIRACLE DAMMIT
• so throughout your pregnancy Jared was so giddy and you guys called your parents and they screamed with you
• then you guys went in for an ultrasound to see the gender and just for a checkup
• and the doctor was like “wanna know the genders?”
• and you and jared looked at each other and were like “genders??”
• and the doctor looked at you like you were dumb
• “yeah, there’s two babies in there”
• “NO FUCKING WAY”
• “Jared, be quiet this is a hospital!!”
• “THIS IS AMAZING”
• your delivery went smoothly (as smooth as it can … two babies came out like the shit is painful yikes)
• and Jared would hold both of them at once, giving you a heart attack
• when the babies were three months old, they are super giggly and babble all the time
• sometimes you would just walk in to see the babies laying on jared, and he would pretend to listen to them speak
• “uh huh. Ok. Is that so?”
• what a dork
A/N: Oh god. I feel like I haven’t posted anything in forever. I was supposed to be working on something for Isaac and Mitch when this little gem popped up in my head. By the way, how would you guys feel about me adding a coming soon section, kind of like a preview of what I’m going to be coming out with next? Let me know if you’d like that or not. Anyways, enough rambling, I hope you guys enjoy this. Love, J xx
Prompt: You can’t stand Stiles. He can’t stand you. So what happens when you’re forced to be in a car alone in the woods?
Oh man. Dis mofo slick. I mean you can’t tell me you don’t get even a little bit giddy seeing him be a professional. Don’t fall for the trap of thinking he’s just an empty suit. A lot of people think he’s all work, no play, super boring, but those people are so wrong. Ignis is great and gets better over the time you get to know him. He is loyal, diligent and suave with very little of the vanity and ego of the other three guys. He’s witty, knows the best time to drop jokes and puns and and clever little jokes and observations. Ignis Scientia is just the absolute worst because he’s perfect; good looks, good heart, great smarts. You’ve got no chance if he decides he wants to woo you.
Like with Prompto and Gladio, you have to understand what Ignis has been groomed for and that’s supporting Noctis, the royal family and Insomnia pretty much first and foremost. His role is critical when it comes to any kind of success. Understand that during moments of crisis or urgency, your boyfriend might have to postpone his time with you. Don’t ever assume he does this easily. It breaks his heart every damn time. He knows how difficult it is to be with him, someone who has so much responsibility. Every time he disappoints you, Ignis is scared you’re tempted to leave him. Prove Specs wrong and support him as much as you can.
Ignis never leaves you wanting for anything. If he can look after three man-children, one of which is a picky pretty-boy prince, he can bloody well look after you. He treats you more like royalty than he does with Noct, to be honest. Ignis is also very observant when it comes to your well-being and he takes care of you without really saying anything. If you’re looking cold, suddenly his jacket is around your shoulders. If he’s seeing signs of you getting hungry, there’s suddenly a delicious meal within your grasp (sometimes it’s your favourite depending on how cranky you’re getting). If you’re working hard and looking exhausted, but you need to push on for deadlines, you’ll have coffee, you’ll have snacks, you’ll have whatever you need to keep going. Ignis just knows how to take care of you without being overbearing or intrusive. He saves that shit for the three man-children.
Affection with Ignis is just… beautiful. It’s got a classic romantic flavour, it’s sweet, it’s mature. It’s a lot of little things he does to show that he cares a lot about you. Lots of hand holding and gentle kisses against your palm. Ignis is 100% the kind of guy to hold your hand while driving, by the way. The guys give him shit for it, but they might be kind of jealous. You’ll get random gifts sometimes, out of the blue without any words just a sweet, knowing smile. Sometimes you’ll have flowers sent to your work or something. Ignis does all of these things because he love that shy grin you get when he does this stuff. Your blush is the cutest. Smooch Iggy as much as you can to reward him <3
Okay, so you’re right in thinking that Ignis isn’t petty, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t got the ability to be. Though when he’s petty, it is fucking savage. For example, one day the guys are just absolutely unbearable. Sometimes it gets like that over stupid shit. Usually you can step in and calm everyone down, but they’re beyond help. Ignis, being clever and straightforward, decides he’s had enough. He very loudly declares, to your embarrassment, “We fucked in the Regalia once.” There is a deafening silence as Ignis takes you by the hand and leaves without any explanation.
Ignis is a genius because the boys immediately stop bickering. Was he joking? Wait, when did you fuck in the Regalia? When was there time? The boys are hardly without either Ignis or the car, so…? WHEN? HOW? Were they in the car after?! Oh god, was it front seat or backseat? They freak out over Ignis’ declaration. The perfect part of this whole ordeal is that eventually one of the boys thinks ‘maybe Ignis is joking, he probably is, we should ask’, but neither you or Ignis confirm or deny if he was telling the truth.
The boys are kept in perpetual suspense. At this point, they don’t even care if you guys had fucked in the car, they just need to know if it happened or not, but they will receive no respite. Ignis keeps his lips sealed, as do you. The boys are kept in a state of limbo regarding answers and they are reminded of that dreaded, possibly true, declaration every time they see the Regalia.
Noctis is the Lucian King, but Ignis Scientia is the fucking King of petty when the situation calls for it.
anonymous said: I loved guest star!! 😍 I was wondering if you could make a fic about cole how youve been keeping your relationship for months now and fans are suspecting that youre dating because of all the bts and photos of you and his ig and in one interview that youre having together someone questions you guys about it. sorry if this was long 😂 i love your fics 😘❤
a/n: basically this is another guest star part but an interview!
“god i’m so nervous”. you mutter pulling on your fingers as you wait in the green room with your boyfriend cole and co-star kj. we were about to endure a joint interview and it was your first lot of press you’ve done for riverdale.
but it wasn’t that factor that made you nervous, it was that people were becoming more and more aware of your romantic relationship with cole.
you’d been able to keep it under wraps for the whole two years you’ve been dating but now that you were both sharing the small screen people had caught on.
so you had to control yourselves whenever you were out. refraining yourselves from snap chatting each other or posting photos all over your instagrams.
you had to be strictly platonic. you didn’t need any sort of bad press if you two were to break up. so for now you weren’t a couple, you were just a couple of besties.
or atleast that’s what you thought. you thought were pulling it off. but more and more accounts for your ‘ship name’ with cole had popped up on both twitter and instagram and not to mention the constant questions when meeting fans in the flesh.
especially when they caught you out mid-date. when you two had to coyly pretend that you were waiting on other friends to excuse the fact that you were out together without the rest of the cast.
and to be quite frank you were getting sick of all the pretending and running around. sometimes you just wanted kiss your boyfriend or hold his hand whilst you walked down the streets.
not that you really had the opportunity to take a leisurely stroll down the road, being famous disney stars and all.
“you’ll be fine”, cole whispers walking toward you making sure no one was staring at the two of you. he placed a soft hand on your shoulder, instantly filling you with comfort.
“just breathe okay? if they ask don’t say yes but don’t say no, yeah? that way we aren’t lying or avoiding the question” you nod smiling to the boy as a young women calls you over to the interview room.
the three of you file in, sitting down on a huge plush couch, each boy on either side of you as the interviewer sits in her own seperate lounge chair.
the interviewer starts her intro off strong turning toward the three of you. “kj apa as archie andrews, y/n l/n as c/n c/l/n and cole sprouse as jughead jones on the cw’s riverdale!”
the three of you all smile greeting the interviewer, and the camera crew, as you settle into the interview, talking about the upcoming season and possible plot.
you were too busy worrying to even pay attention to half the stuff that was spewing from the ladies mouth, that you barely noticed her turn to you and begin to engage in conversation until kj smoothly nudged you.
patting down your dress you push your hair off your shoulder as she addressed you directly.
“so how is it for you to go from disney to the darker side of the cw?”
“i mean it’s a lot different to disney i’ll tell you that”. you pause the group laughing to themselves “i didn’t even really think i’d be coming back to acting but i couldn’t resist the role”.
she nods playing with the cards in her palms. “so anything in particular that’s vastly different?”
“well - it’s still directed for the younger generation but i feel like in disney it was more so for the children than the preteens for example…and the content we’re filming is a lot heavier than the stuff we dealt with on y/d/s but it’s also just as fun and exciting as i remember”.
“so you and cole -” you freeze at the mention of him, “both disney kids coming back to acting. kj what was it like to know that you were working with some of the greatest names in disney?”
you breathe a sigh of relief taking a sip from the glass of water on the table as you listen to kj rattle on about how much he adored cole and dylan.
“both of their shows i watched religiously. me and my mates used to love it aye. especially y/d/s with uh y/n we loved her a lot - im pretty sure one of my mates had a poster of her”.
you blush giggling to yourself. “so you had a crush on y/n?” the interviewer laughs, kj turning red at the words. you continue laughing placing a hand around his arm.
“aw kj!!!” you swoon embarrassing him further. cole joined in on the fun, “yeah he was a big fan we kinda had to push him a bit and be like ’hey buddy“.
kj shakes his head furiously to the camera his words rushing out in defence “nah nah nah”. sending you and cole into a laughing fit as the kiwi struggled to cover up his words.
“i mean i was a fan. like who wasn’t aye, but nah it’s a lot of fun filming with them and we all are good friends with the others too. but ugh yeah- it’s hard to go out anywhere because fans notice them from a mile away”
the interviewer laughs “wait people still notice you as your disney characters?” we both nod cole taking the lead.
“i mean it’s very flattering but as you can see im not the same kid with the blonde shaggy bowl cut so sometimes i question how they’d recognise me- especially from friends”.
you smile the interviewer looking to you for input “what about you?”
you nod leaning back slightly into the couch feeling coles arm against the top of the couch.
“they do yes, i go anywhere and they all yell ”c/n“ and sometimes i just forget and then they’re running and i’m running and then they’re screaming and i’m screaming”.
the room started to laugh.
“it’s a very weird situation” you giggle the interviewer cutting in.
“and you looking nothin like that girl anymore- you look amazing!”
you place a hand over your heart in awe “thank god for that” you joke poking fun at yourself. “i grew up and hit puberty and sometimes when i hear someone say ’hey you look like that girl off y/d/s? i’m like damn i must be having a rough day”.
the interviewer giggles “oh don’t be so hard on yourself- doesn’t she look hot now boys?” she slaps kj’s leg and they both nod.
“god yeah she’s come along way from disney-even though i still had a crush on c/n”, cole comments a smile growing on your face at the compliment.
“so are you all single?”
your heart plummets at the question. the dreaded question for anyone in the industry is asked whenever they are in one or aren’t. no one wants to be asked this question ever.
cole answers first surprising you “i’m not no”.
“i am” kj chirps taking a long drink from his water.
“i’m not either” you clear your throat smiling, refusing to make eye contact with cole.
the interviewer smirks knowing she got the answer you wanted “oh so you two are off the market”. she pretends to act surprised “well who are they”.
cole replies cutely “for us to know and you to never find out- all you need to know is she’s beautiful and one of a kind”.
you fight off the blush tinting on your cheeks as the interviewer wraps up the interview.
“one last question before you guys leave- serpent jughead? yes or no?”
“yes yes yes” you stammer feeling confident. “have you seen jughead in a leather jacket? serpent jughead is the best thing to come out of riverdale”.
cole blushes and the interview is officially over. cole’s manager walking over to escort us back to our green room.
“i think you might have just outed us” he teases walking dangerously close to you, his hot breathe on your neck.
“what can i say- serpent juggie just does some indescribable things to me”.
Did someone say angsty one way communication. Okay, it’s not texting but I’m SO your girl for angsty one way communication! This one is classic rip your heart out and duct tape it back together with glitter glue. Enjoy :)
“I don’t know if you can hear me, but I’m trying to get back home to you, and I won’t ever stop until I do.”
His hand dropped, grip still tight around the shell as he turned back to Ariel.
“Ariel, is there any chance-”
“I’m sorry, Captain. Unless you can hold your breath for… I mean I’m a fast swimmer but not that fast.”
“But you could reach Storybrooke? Would you ensure that my message was received?” She nodded and he felt a weight lift from his shoulders. “Thank you Ariel. This, this means more to me than I could ever hope to describe.”
When they reached the water’s edge she reached around her neck and unclasped her necklace, her tail reappeared as she dove into the cloudy water. No sooner had her tail passed beyond his view there was a bright light and a wave came crashing back towards the shore, Ariel caught in its tow.
“Ariel!” Hook dove forward, catching her arm before she was pulled back under. She was fumbling with something around her neck and soon she’d two legs under her again.
“You were out of my sight for no more than a moment, you couldn’t possibly have-”
I’m sorry, Captain. I’ve made the trip to Storybrooke countless times now but this time… I couldn’t break through. It was like the fury of a storm pushing back against me.
“So the ways are shut to you? Have you ever experienced such a thing before? Has something happened to the town?”
“No, It was more… more like reaching a locked door than an empty room.”
“Thank you for trying, Ariel. Perhaps another way…” He reluctantly handed her the seashell but she shook her head.
“Keep it. Talk to her sometimes. Maybe she missed your first message, so tell her again.”
He nodded and within moments she was no more than a ripple on the surface of the water.
“Emma? Ariel tried to reach Storybrooke, to ensure that you knew the truth but she was unable to pass. I hope you’re safe. I never meant to leave you. I’m trying to come home. I love you.”
She had clasped the shell around her neck hours ago, in the hopes of catching his voice again, and now she’d heard the message a dozen times. Each time a flare of anger rose up in her and she finally glared up at Gideon. “You’re telling me that instead of asking for my help in defeating the apparent source of all Evil, you thought it made the most sense to kidnap my true love and hold him for ransom? Did it occur to you for even a moment that I might have been more willing to help you before you tried to kill me and ripped my true love away?”
“Tell you my plan when you could have chosen to stop me? I’ve worked too hard for this to let it rest on the whim of another.”
“Let me talk to him,” she insisted, putting down what she had been working on suddenly.
“Not until you help me to-”
“No,” Emma interrupted. “Keep him trapped in another realm, fine. It will hurt me like hell but it won’t get you a single step closer to your goal. You need me. But until I’m sure that it is really him, that you haven’t killed him and recorded this message somehow, I’ll not so much as help you resolve a parking violation.”