okay petition to scrap julie andem’s current script for this season and replace it with sana joining the hijabi squad. they’re all sitting together in sana’s room while jamilla and the other girls are watching sid and dina youtube videos, sana is facetiming eva asking her which hijab she should wear for Eid. the boy squad and even are sending wayyy too many ramadan memes to sana on the facebook groupchat. sana is relaxing with a face mask on and a carrot, banana, strawberry smoothie in one hand. shes laughing along with the hijabi squad on the latest meme “is your name hira becaue bismillah hira rahman nir rahim” and only they understand it. jamilla insists they listen to only beyonce but sana keeps changing it to destiny’s child because old is gold. chris is in the living room with mutta and they are binge watching aziz ansaris netflix series. sana is at peace. her mom comes into the room and offers the girls banana bread. elias calls everyone for prayer. we see elias making dua for his little sister and family.he feels so much better after he talked to sana about everything he was going thru. yousef is no where to be seen. everyone prays together. hijabi sqaud looks beautiful in their abayas, jeans, skirts and hijabs..all pastel and summery. adam says ameen really loudly and mutta tries hard to not giggle. chris and mikael snapchat the whole thing to eskild.
vilde aged 20 years because of her racism and islamophobia. no one knows what happened to the pepsi max girls..legend says they were eaten by the lochness monster. Noora comes to terms with the fact that shes bi and got offered a position to work at teen vogue norway. sana is her #1 on her speedial.
This page is a continuation of my last Rohan comic (which is, itself, a sequel to my very first Morioh comic)! Now, before you start filling my inbox with Comic Book Guy-style comments like “You fool, Rohan has never missed an update!” I would put it to you that while something as insignificant as the apocalyptic acceleration of time couldn’t stop him from making his deadlines, his pride and self-destructive behaviour totally could. (Plus, I really just wanted to do a parody of the last Jojo hiatus announcement, which is killing me.)
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Claire smiled as she felt the bed sag. Jamie stretched along
the edge of the mattress and gently pressed his palm against her forehead.
“Mmm. Your skin is so cool.”
She murmured. The answering grunt from her left made her
crack one eye open and squint into the dimly lit room. The light sent shooting
pains through her head and made her stomach lurch and Claire promptly closed
her eyes again and groaned.
“Ye’re burning up lass.”
The concern in his voice was prominent and Claire forced a
“It’s just a touch of cold and fever. Bree and Jenny had it
last week, I’ll be fine.”
“But wi’ the bairn so far along…”
“We’ve a couple of weeks to go yet.”
Claire spoke with more certainty than she felt and forced
her eyes open again. She could make out the fuzzy outline of her husband’s
face, ruddy brows lowered in a worried frown and mouth set in a grim line.
“Stop it, Jamie. You’re worrying about a sniffle and a
She said sternly and was rewarded with another grunt and a
gentle prodding at her throat.
“What are you … ah! No your hands are cold!”
Claire swatted weakly at him and the fingers withdrew
“I was feeling for ye glands.”
“They’re not swollen, I already checked.”
“Did ye no’ give me a fair terrible ear-bashing for
self-diagnosis not two weeks past?”
Jamie clucked his tongue against his teeth as he pulled the
blanket up over her shoulders
“You are not a doctor. I am.”
“Right now ye are a patient.”
He said firmly and the bed moved again as he stood up.
“I’ll bring ye a wee pot of tea and some soup.”
Claire shuddered at the thought of trying to eat.
“Ye must try a bit Claire, the bairn needs nourishment and
ye didna take a bite yesterday…”
Claire knew this was true and although her stomach shivered
at the thought of food, she nodded gently against the pillow.
“Alright, bread then. Dry. No butter.”
She could hear the satisfied smile in Jamie’s voice and
imagined throwing something suitably heavy at him, bloody know-it-all.
A little while later the door opened again and Claire forced
herself to sit up, not wanting Jamie to lift her. The huge swell
of her belly made the task ungainly and undignified and she would just as soon
“I brought you some bread, Mama.”
Claire startled at the little voice and blinked in confusion
“Honey, you shouldn’t be in here. You could get sick again.”
“It’s OK Mama, I don’t mind.”
Bree padded over and carefully placed a neatly packaged tray
on the bed before sitting on the edge and crossing her legs neatly beneath her.
Claire settled back against the pillows and sighed. Her head was pulsing but
the sight of the carefully sliced bread made her stomach growl and the baby
stirred, pressing his heel against her in apparent encouragement.
“I baked that loaf.”
Claire looked at it and raised her eyebrows in pleasant
surprise. Bree had not taken to baking with any great aptitude and Jenny had
insisted that she keep practicing despite the continual stream of heavy, sunken
bread that came from Brianna’s efforts.
“Yep, Aunt Jenny only helped me take it out of the oven,
everything else I did myself.”
Bree smiled and Claire smiled broadly back at her. She
seldom had the luxury of sitting in her child’s company with no task at hand
besides the consumption of food, just the two of them.
“Have you tried it?”
“Not yet, but it smells good and the texture is right.”
Bree nodded happily and Claire carefully folded a piece in
the cloth napkin on the try, breaking it in half and handing Bree the larger
piece, making sure not to touch it. The bread tasted heavenly and Claire made
sure to make many appreciative noises as they ate, watching Bree glow with
pleasure at the praise of her baking skills.Once they had finished the bread Bree produced another slice
from her pocket, lovingly wrapped in a clean handkerchief.
“Here Mama, have some more.”
Claire took it and raised the food to her lips, inhaling the
scent and smiling as she bit into it, an exaggerated and elaborate bite that
made Brianna laugh.
“How are you, baby?”
Claire asked when the food was finished and Bree had moved
the tray onto the floor.
“I’m OK. I’ve been learning how to fight with Da.”
“Uh …right well,”
Claire frowned and then shrugged
“How is that going?”
“Pretty well, I just need to practice more.”
Bree grinned. Claire cocked her head to the side, the food
seemed to have helped with her headache as well as the nausea and she became
aware of the changes in her daughter in a way she had not noticed before amid
the hustle and bustle of life at Lallybroch. In the seven months they had been
back, Bree had lost almost all of the puppy-fat she had when they arrived. Her
face had slimmed down and the strong, Viking bones she had inherited from her
father were more prominent. Her arms were slim and muscular from the increase
in her outdoor play and her movements had become more graceful, more
self-aware. Even sat on the bed in her older-cousins cast off breeks and shirt,
there was a poise and a readiness about Brianna that had not been there before. Bree had not simply survived the huge upheaval in her life, she had thrived!
“You’re growing up so fast, Bree!”
Claire smiled, her eyes wet with memories of the fiery
haired babe who had come squalling into the world nearly a decade ago and
changed Claire’s life forever.
“Don’t cry Mama!”
Bree scooched up the bed and pressed herself against her
mother’s side, small arms encircling her as best she could.
“I’m sorry. I’m not crying, not really. I’m just so damn
proud of you Brianna Ellen. I don’t tell you it enough but I am so, so proud of
“You tell me plenty Mama!”
Bree laughed, and Claire snorted wetly into her
“Alright well I still want to tell you more. You’re such a
wonderful daughter and I know you are going to be a simply exceptional big
sister to this baby.”
Bree looked up at Claire before tucking her head under her
mother’s chin and letting Claire smooth her hair.
“I’m going to try.”
Bree slid down the length of the bed and rested her chin on
her hand, pressing a kiss on Claire’s belly.
“Hi Baby. This is your sister, Brianna. I cannot wait to
“I’m sure he canna wait to meet ye either.”
Bree looked up at her father, leaning against the door and
She said firmly and Jamie nodded
“He or she. I dinna mind as long as they are less trouble
then their older sister.”
He teased, stepping into the room and placing a delicate
kiss on the top of Claire’s head before settling himself next to Brianna on the
“Did you get her to eat it all?”
He murmured in his daughter’s ear and Bree nodded almost imperceptibly.
Jamie squeezed her shoulder gratefully and Bree’s lip quirked up in a small
“I should get up.”
Claire began to push the bedclothes off but a large hand
covered her fingers and she looked up to see identical blue eyes giving her
identically stern looks.
“Ye are to stay in bed, Sassenach. Dinna make me tell ye
“Yeah Mama. You need to rest.”
Claire opened her mouth to protest but closed it again. She
might have stood a chance against one Fraser, but two … it was a lost cause.The three of them spent the next half an hour talking and
catching up on the events of the past few days. Claire and Jamie listened
proudly as Bree recited a poem she had written at school and received an actual
smile from the school master, a formidable old chap who was slow to praise and
quick to scold.
“You must get your gift of language from your father; I was
never any good at poetry.”
Claire sighed and Jamie grinned
“I dinna ken about that Sassenach. Ye told me that one about
beans being good for the heart…”
“Ha! And even that was cribbed from someone else.”
“I know that one too!”
Bree cried and recited the verse with a theatrical finish,
pressing the heels of her hands against her mouth and filling the room with a
raspberry before collapsing into giggles.
“Aye verra good.”
Jamie said dryly and stood up, seizing the back of Bree’s
shirt and breeks and lifting her like a drunk about to be thrown from a tavern.
“I think we ought to let ye Mam get some rest.”
Bree called, still fizzing with mirth as she was carried
from the room, Jamie pretending to throw her ahead of him.Claire watched them go and thanked all the God’s she could
name for her good fortune in being here with her family, for the love they
shared and the joy that filled her soul like a balloon filling up with air. She swung her legs out of bed determined to get up and join the rest of her family.
Jamie’s head poked around the door and Claire looked up at
him, still lost in her warm thoughts about her sweet and gentle husband.
“Keep your arse in that bed. I’ll bring ye soup later and if
ye dinna eat it, I’ll be shoving my cold fingers down your shift again.”
Claire lay back and sighed. She wouldn’t wish to have him
any other way.
It took 5 things for Jung TaekWoon to secure his place in your heart, and he made sure he was your only love.
5. It took you 5 days to fall in love with Jung TaekWoon. How? You’re not really sure. Maybe it was his small little smile he gave when his members were coaxing him into saying “hello” to you. His breathy laugh when he refused to admit the way they were surrounding him amused him. Or how you could already tell he cared about all of his members, even if he would never admit it.
“Leo, it’s your turn,” you call. He nods silently and sits in the chair in front of you. You know better than to talk to him while you do his hair and make up. He almost never responded, anyways. So, that’s why it shocked you even further when, on your fifth day of working with VIXX, Leo spoke to you first.
Summary: Dean, being slightly too reliant on alcohol, gets drunk to the point of no return one night; even more so than usual. The reader comes to save him. Sad, then fluffy fluff fluff.
Warnings: crying, self loathing (briefly), shaking, use of alcohol in excess.
A/N: I’ve been thinking about this one for a while now… I’m desperate to know what you think. Please, please let me know :) P.S. I have 20 remaining requests, so, no, your ask isn’t lost in the void! I’ve seen it^.^
- “Just… Just one… Just one more.” Dean pleaded to the bartender.
“Mate, you’ve had about 6 too many already, and I can’t deny you of a drink, but you need to drown your troubles in a healthier way. You got a girl or something?” the bartender spoke kindly.
“Yeah… I mean, no, but I wish… I wish I did… There’s this girl… I think I love… I think I…” Dean shook his head excruciatingly slowly, not wanting to finish what he had started.
“I’ve been there, man. Sucks when you love a girl and she just doesn’t see it. I’ll drink to that. Just one more, on the house.” The bartender haphazardly poured two shots, handing one to Dean before gulping down his own one.
You rushed over to Dean as quickly as you could once you got to the bar. He looked so broken there, with his spine curved in the most defeated slouch you’d seen in a while and his face showing as little pain as it possibly could (his attempts were not very effective). He looked exhausted, and like he could fall to the ground and sleep for about 4 days at any moment.
It utterly broke your heart when you saw him like this. You couldn’t stand it. Drinking more would just make it worse for him, you knew, which was why you carefully lifted the petite glass Dean was holding out of his hand, which was shaking slightly.
Dean followed your hand with his eyes, his mouth open slightly, shocked. When his gaze reached your face, he appeared to be slightly puzzled.
“No more, Dean. Time to get you back to the bunker just around the corner, remember? It won’t take long.” you reminded your friend.
“That her?” the bartender asked, seeming just as confused as Dean had.
“What?” you questioned, having no idea what he was referring to.
“N-nothing.” Dean sighed.
“Come on, then, sweetheart. Let’s go.” you told him in a quiet voice, helping him up from the worn leather bar stool he had been seated on for the night.
Little did you know that Dean mouthed “that’s her” to the bartender when you were focused on texting Sam to let him know you had found his brother.
The bartender nodded. “You should tell her” he mouthed back at his new found friend.
Dean smiled wearily and shook his head once more.
“What are you shaking your head at, you silly goose?” you giggled at Dean as you walked out of the bar with him, his arm draped around your shoulder.
“Nothing” Dean told you for the second time that evening. He smiled. Her giggle makes me happy.
“Alright” you reluctantly accepted his answer.
You stood with Dean in the door way of the bunker. You released his arm from your shoulder, only to find that he’d fall straight into your arms afterwards, not being able to stand up without your physical support.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, big boy. Let’s get you to your room.” you hoisted Dean up a little in your arms a little and led him to his bedroom.
“Are you okay, Dean?” you asked him, once he was seated on the edge of his bed.
“I’ll be fine, I just need to-”
“No, I don’t mean like that. Are you okay inside?” you clarified, standing directly in front of him. His eyes were bloodshot and he his shaking hadn’t hindered.
Dean looked up at you, and in his eyes, you saw an expression of utter despair. You felt yourself crack just as he did.
“I just wanted to forget” he burst out, sounding both angry and upset at the same time. He grabbed onto your shirt and buried his head in it, unintentionally pulling your body closer to his in the process of doing this. Soon enough, you felt your shirt begin to get damp.
Dean was crying. He was expelling heart wrenching sobs that immediately brought a tear to your own eye.You couldn’t believe it. On an ordinary day, Dean would suppress his emotions. He would feel them, freak out, and push them down. He’d bury them deep, and they’d pile up onto the other traumas he’d refused to acknowledge. But, now, the pain in his chest that no amount of alcohol could abolish was too much to hold down any more. He felt like he could show his emotions around you, but that didn’t exactly matter in that particular circumstance, as he couldn’t control his outburst anyway.
You wrapped your arms around your best friend and rubbed his back slowly with one of them, before tracing circles into it. “Dean, I know.”
Dean trembled against you for seconds, or minutes, or hours… You couldn’t tell. The two of you just let it happen, comfortable in the cathartic yet desperate behaviour emerging from Dean.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry” Dean profusely attempted to apologise once the steady stream of tears had been cut short, for a reason he couldn’t quite put his finger on.
“Dean, hey. That’s what I’m here for. You don’t have to say anything.” you reassured him, willing yourself not to let your own tears slip from your eyes beyond your control.
“You… You take care of me” Dean observed. You wondered why he sounded so surprised. “Always.”
“Yes, I always have and I always will. What are you saying, honey?” you inquired gently.
“I… I should take care of you. I owe you that much.”
“Please don’t worry about that. You do, without even knowing.” you admitted, thinking about how happy Dean made you. You grinned slightly, in spite of yourself and the current mood of you and your friend.
“No, I don’t… Not enough, anyway… I’m stupid. I’m so stupid. How could I not look after you like I should?” Dean sounded completely disgusted with himself.
You felt a pang in your heart as you heard those words. “Dean, darling, you’re only making yourself more worked up. You probably won’t mean it in the morning.” it hurt you to say that, but it was the truth, you were certain of it. “Let’s just get you to bed, okay?”
“Drunk… Drunk words are sober thoughts” Dean offered as he stripped to his boxers, in an attempt to convince you he was telling the truth. You still didn’t believe that he was, though.
Dean looked as magnificent as he always did when any piece of clothing was absent from his beautiful body, but now wasn’t the time to think about anything like that.
In no hurry, he clambered into bed. Once he was safely tucked under the duvet, he cleared his throat.
“Y/n, please can you… St-stay with me?” Dean blushed a little as a reaction to his own request.
He was still drunk beyond belief, and probably wouldn’t mean that in the morning. You made the decision to stay till he fell asleep, because him waking up with you next to him would probably make him even more full of regret than he’d already be at that point after this little episode.
“I’m sorry…” he repeated as you climbed into bed with your closest friend, after changing in your own bedroom. “I, j-just need s-s-someone…” it was apparent that Dean felt bad about asking you to do this. If only he knew, you thought.
“Yeah, yeah, I get it” you told Dean. “Now, just relax.” after a little bit of fidgeting, you settled on your back.
Nearly straight away, Dean’s arms were around your waist and he was pulling you to his chest gently, as if he had every intent to keep you safe. He nuzzled his face into your hair before entangling his legs in yours.
You’d pictured this moment many, many times… Countless times, in fact, and it felt better than you ever could have pictured. You tried not to be distracted from the matter at hand, though - making Dean feel better.
Dean’s hand softly ran along the bare skin of your side, where your top had ridden up at some point along the line. He made sure to avoid the area where your breasts were, which you were very pleased about, although you wouldn’t mind if he didn’t. He was a polite man… Well, when he wanted to be.
“Mmm…” your skin tingled as Dean spoke. “I really like holding you.”
Part of you was sure the sober part of him wouldn’t mean that, but in the moment, you were happy about it.
“Good. I’m glad. Now, get some sleep, sweetheart. All will be better in the morning.”
About 10 minutes went by, in which Dean continued to cuddle you and twitch every now and then. However, his breathing wasn’t slow enough for him to be asleep. Just as you started planning your manoeuvre out of his arms and into your own room without waking him in a few minutes, your thoughts were interrupted.
“I love you” Dean mumbled into your hair. Almost instantaneously, he fell asleep, after that.
You couldn’t even begin to process this. You knew one, thing though.
“I love you, Dean” you confessed to a sleeping Dean. “Whether you meant that or not.”
For that very reason, you let yourself fall asleep in Dean’s grasp.
“Hey” Dean grunted the next morning, when he awoke. He didn’t seem awkward or regretful (yet), which was a good sign.
“Hey” you returned.
“I’m sorry. I really overstepped my boundaries last night. I was completely drunk and exhausted and my mind was distorted so I thought we were… Relationship cuddling, kind of, so I said too much… We can… We can forget it, if you want.” Dean said.
“So… You… You me-”
“I meant it, y/n.” it was his turn to reassure you. “I meant it. Now, let me take care of you like I should have done a long time ago.” He paused. “Like you take care of me.”
N: N’s jaw would drop to the floor, and he’d have a hard time picking it back up. This is definitely not what he imagined, but he would still be flattered by your decision to wear this for him. N wouldn’t let you go out like that because he’d want to keep you all to himself. “I…I…I’m speechless. I needed this.”
Leo: Leo would do a double take, and then pretend to be busy with something else. He’d then try and walk away from you, but his legs would give out and he’d fall on the nearest sofa. He would be silent for a while before finally talking to you. He also wouldn’t let you out the house like that. “Is that for me?“
Ken: Ken would walk in the house and then walk back out just to walk back in again. He had to make sure that he was in the right house because he didn’t recognize you in your get up. He’d hold you and tell you that he’ll do whatever you want to do that night. “I wasn’t expecting this. But, I love it.”
Ravi: Ravi would jump your bones on the spot. Practice really put a toll on him, and he was looking forward to seeing you in your costume, however, he wasn’t planning on that being your costume. After he finishes…y’know…he’ll ask you if you still want to go out. “Sorry, I just…couldn’t….resist.”
HongBin: HongBin would turn away from and then walk into the wall before falling to the floor. If you bend down to help him up, he’d either quickly get back up on his feet or continue to sit there staring at your cleavage. He’s conflicted even though there’s nothing to be conflicted about! HongBin wouldn’t let you leave the house like that, by the way. “Oh, hello there! Nice costume.”
Hyuk: Hyuk would take one look at you and then start whimpering. Girl! You now have him in the palm of your hands. He would bite his fist from saying what he really wants to say, so he would try to come up with something that’s not overly sexual in response to your costume. He wouldn’t want to ruin the privilege of being with you. Hyuk would also not let you leave the house like that. “My body is ready.”
Happy Halloween! -Admin Cheezy ^_^
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