We did it amigos. Another list! I am so grateful that you all are sharing your ideas to help inspire others (faith in humanity restored)
“Where is my fucking pudding?!”
“I thought we agreed to never use butter for that reason again…”
“Well if it’s the guy who never shuts up about toilet paper!”
“Honey, did you see my sniper rifle?”
“God damn it he died. Whatever. Just leave him there.”
“Listen, I know you’re upset, but please put down the baking soda before someone gets hurt.”
“Look, about the monkey…”
“I don’t understand! I only used a finger.”
“It’s not as hard as you think, I promise.”
“well this is what i call hell of a night”
“How could an entire school disappear?”
“What do you mean the brownies are "not quite brownies”?“
"Yes, I understand that its cool, but why does your toaster have wings?” “Well its alive of course. It flies.”
“Don’t turn that on!”
“Wait…I’m also- technically- underage and you’re a stranger…should I be screaming also?”
“I though you meant "literally” metaphorically. “
"Ok so don’t get mad but I might have started a war.”
“Good morning… I see the assassins failed again.”
“You’re a murderer, how are you working at a hospital?”
“That cat just stole my cereal!”
“Did you see that? Please tell me you saw it.”
“Hey, can you stop shooting people right now? We’re trying to sleep.”
“THIS IS WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS KEITH!”
“If you think I’m leaving you and your demon eyes and evil horns you’re wrong.”
“What do you mean, this isn’t Earth?”
“Damn it, ____! Not peanuts again!”
“Why did I just press the big red button?”
“So tell me again why this dead body is being sent to Goodwill?”
“Lucifer, I know that we said we would share rent but you never said anything about your brother living with us.”
“God dammit, I’m supposed to be a bat! Why the hell am I a possum, Karen?!”
“Sarah, where’s the dog?” “Up in space?”
“You had only one job and it wasn’t even a difficult task, but seriously, how did you end up like this!?”
“Well I never said I WASN’T going to kill the bartender …”
“I mean, it was only a small eldritch being, so it wasn’t that bad…”
“Hold me back bro!”
“I think there’s a new lifeform evolving in my fridge.”
“WHAT THE FUCK?!”
“Can we have lunch now, or do you still want to continue looking at dead people?”
“I can’t believe you ate my cheese…we’re over”
“Sometimes I wonder why we’re still friends.” “Because I turned you into a cyborg after being shredded by an explosion and you owe me.” “…Fair enough.”
“Well, I didn’t quite expect to wake up pregnant either and yet… here we are, so can you please pass me that can of bread?”
“Ok, I know I said ‘You can throw a hairbrush at them’, but I didn’t actually mean it!”
“When I told you to feed the dog I didn’t expect you to feed him the neighbors cat.”
“Clearly, you’ve never gotten rid of a body before…”
“This sort of thing never happened when I was dating your brother.”
Sometimes, I wonder about you. And then I worry.“
” Wait, wait, wait, start from the very beginning. how did you manage to set the house on fire with that??“
"For fucks sake, dude, how many times do I have to tell you that that’s not what penises are for?”
“One woman’s terrorist is another woman’s freedom fighter.”
“This isn’t right… the humans shouldn’t be able to move on their own.”
“Why is unicorn blood on our shopping list?”
“Must you unhinge your jaw like that when you eat? It’s disgusting.”
“You’ve violated the law, my trust, and your friend. Tell me, why should I believe anything you say?”
“No, no don’t open the fridge, I need to keep they eyeballs cold.”
“did he break his jaw again by falling down a flight of stairs?” “Passive aggressive much?”
“For the last time, put the declaration of independence back!”
"That isn’t permanent, right?”
“You know, ripping someone’s beating heart right out of their chest with your bare hand looks cool in anime, but irl it’s just unsanitary…”
“She didn’t tell you” “Tell me what” “He’s dead”
“But his dad is an asshole–” “HIS AUTHOR IS AN ASSHOLE”
“You are here and you haven’t tried to kill me yet. You must want something from me.”
“The salesperson made a flying tentacle monster sound a lot more alluring, I swear!”
“Okay…the radiator just growled at me”
“Dude, were you listening to me? Why are you barking?” “I’m not barking. I thought YOU were barking!”
“How did you get that bump on your lip”
“Buddy. You need to chill, and put that knife away before I get out my gun.”
“ ” I dare you to take your shirt off" “ no” “ I doubledare you” “No” “I tripledare you” “ god dammit Steve , im not wearing a Shirt!”“
"Why the fuck are there founding fathers in our living room”
“Girls only say 'I will not dignify that with a response.’ when they’ve done the thing you’ve just accused them of.” “Do you know this, because you’ve done it?” “I will not dignify that with a response.”
“They think we’re terrible but really we’re only mediocre”
“You’d think by now we’d stop bringing death into these things. Look at them, they have anxiety!”
“Ok, first of all asshat, stop touching me. Second, that is never going to work out! Third, stop TOUCHING me.”
“So if I do understand, you’re telling me that you created insects robots. The same one that destroyed the city. ”
“Why is THIS in your fridge? This is some serious contraband.”
“Please tell me you’re joking about marrying the bastard’s son we call Satan.” “ Don’t talk about your mother like that!!”
“Did you explode the microwave again?!”
"Honey where’s the dog?” “Like I said, I’m making a smoothie.”
“Fifteen bucks you can’t hook up with Satan.” “Make it twenty.”
“I don’t know, maybe because he has some semblance of taste?
"What could possibly make you think eating three tons of cheese for the mice in radiation-test labs was okay?!”
“Who actually let the dogs out?”
“Hey, you don’t know how many bodies are buried in my backyard.”
“I told you to kill me.” “I did. Just this morning.” “Well, shit!”
“So… This isn’t the end, is it? I mean I still want to hang out with you at least. Maybe go for another space adventure, hm?”
“I’m sorry, it was the HEAT OF THE MOMENT,”
"Hey, wanna go out for a romantic moonlight killing spree?”
“So, you’re into …..? Huh, I never would’ve known.”
“Did you hear that scream?” “Yes, I’m the one who screamed”
“What are you doing?”
“But really, why would anyone need two dozen armadillos?”
“You can’t keep 'solving’ your problems by going to another dimension!”
“I still can’t believe you assassinated a unicorn.”
“Wait, you have FOUR knives?” “No, no. I have four knives ON me.”
“I’ve killed a man using only a copy of Hamlet and a computer mouse. I am NOT afraid of you!"
"What the hell are those?”
“Are you sure you’re not an arsonist?”
“I know, right? You’d suspect any of them of secretly being an alien, but not…”
“Why didn’t you stop?”
“So, start explaining why there are dozens of puppies in my guest room.”
Let’s make another list. Part 3! Leave a reply and don’t forget the double quotes “”.
I want to give everyone a chance to contribute to our community. So as always, one prompt per amigo. Dankje!
1 - How are you? 2 - Post a picture of yourself. 3 - Do you ever wish you were someone else? 4 - What is your entire name? 5 - How old are you? 6 - Age you get mistaken for: 7 - Your zodiac/horoscope and if you think it fits your personality: 8 - What did you do on your last birthday? 9 - What is one thing you would like to accomplish before your next birthday? 10 - What is your hair color? 11 - Have you ever dyed your hair? 12 - What is your eye color? 13 - If you could change your eye color, would you? 14 - Do you wear contacts/glasses? 15 - Your opinion about your body and how confortable you are with it: 16 - Have you ever considered plastic surgery? What would you alter about your body? 17 - Say 8 facts about your body: 18 - Do you have any tattoos? 19 - Do you have any piercings? 20 - Left or right handed? 21 - What’s your sexual orientation? 22 - Do you drink? 23 - Do you smoke? 24 - Do you have any pets? 25 - Where do you work? 26 - Something you are working on right now: 27 - Do you have any “rules” about food? 28 - Where are you from? 29 - What would you say is your best quality? 30 - What do you think you’re really good at? 31 - What do you think you’re really bad at? 32 - What talent do you wish you’d been born with? 33 - Are you a bad person? 34 - Are you nice to everyone? 35 - Say 3 facts about your personality: 36 - Has someone ever spread a nasty rumor about you? 37 - What is your ideal bed? Why? 38 - Do wake up cranky? 39 - Do you sleep with a stuffed toy? 40 - What do you think about the most? 41 - Share 2 habits: 42 - What you want to be when you “get older”? 43 - What are your career goals? 44 - What is your ideal career? 45 - Is your life anything like it was two years ago? 46 - Do you replay things that have happened in your head? 47 - Have you ever had an imaginary friend? 48 - Say 10 facts about your room: 49 - Do you have any phobias? 50 - Have you ever been to a psychiatrist/therapist? 51 - Are you allergic to anything? If so, what? 52 - Ever broken any bones? 53 - Ever come close to death? 54 - Things you like and dislike about yourself: 55 - A random fact about yourself: 56 - What are three things most people don’t know about you? 57 - An unknown fact about your life: 58 - Share something about yourself others might think is weird: 59 - Five weird things that you like: 60 - Do you have a facebook? If so, would you add the person who sent you this? 61 - Do you have any pictures on your Facebook? 62 - Describe yourself in one word/sentence: 63 - A quote you try to live by: 64 - A famous person you’ve been compared to: 65 - Weird things you do when you’re alone: 66 - Something you do without realising: 67 - 5 things you want to change: 68 - Someone you’d like to be for a day and why: 69 - Leave me a compliment:
70 - What is your favorite thing to do? 71 - What’s your favorite color? 72 - What’s your favorite band/singer? 73 - What’s your favorite movie? 74 - What are your favorite books? 75 - What is your favorite quote and why? 76 - What is your favorite word? 77 - What is your least favorite word? 78 - What is your favorite type of food? 79 - You favorite ice cream? 80 - What’s your favorite animal? 81 - Dogs or cats? 82 - Describe your favourite texture: 83 - What is your favorite flower? 84 - What’s your favourite scent? And on the opposite sex? 85 - What is your favorite season? 86 - What are the top five places you wish you could go before you die? 87 - What are four things you can’t live without and why? 88 - Which mythological creature are you most like? Why? 89 - What’s your favorite television show? 90 - Favorite place to shop at? 91 - Say 2 facts about your favorite things:
Family, childhood and places
92 - Say 4 facts about your parents: 93 - Are you more like your mom or your dad? 94 - Do you have any siblings? 95 - Say 9 facts about your family: 96 - What’s your relationship like with your family? 97 - Say 7 facts about your childhood: 98 - The best and the worst childhood memories: 99 - Say 6 facts about your home town: 100 - Are you going out of town soon? 101 - Where would you like to live? 102 - What would your dream house be like? 103 - Where would you go on your dream vacation? 104 - Where you want to be right now? 105 - Top three places to visit:
106 - Would you ever smile at a stranger? 107 - Do you prefer to be friends with girls or boys? 108 - Who is someone you never tire of? 109 - Do you have someone you can be your complete self around? 110 - Who is your most loyal friend? 111 - Is there anyone you can tell EVERYTHING to? 112 - If your best friend died, what would you do? 113 - Something you’ve lied about. 114 - Have you ever felt replaced? 115 - Say 5 facts about your bestfriend(s):
116 - The last person you hugged? 117 - Story of your first kiss? 118 - Do you like kissing in public? 119 - Have you ever kissed someone older than you? 120 - You have a preference for boys or girls? 121 - Is the male or female body closest to perfection? 122 - 5 things that irritate you about the same sex/opposite sex. 123 - Do you believe in love at first sight? 124 - Do you believe in soul mates? 125 - What is your idea of the perfect date? 126 - Based on past relationships or crushes, describe your perfect boyfriend/girlfriend: 127 - What is the first thing you noticed in someone? 128 - Are looks important in a relationship? 129 - What’s the most superficial characteristic you look for? 130 - What’s your opinion on age differences in relationships? 131 - Would you ever date someone off of the Internet? 132 - Five guys/girls whom you find attractive: 133 - Do you have a crush on anyone? 134 - A description of the girl/boy you like: 135 - Say 1 fact about the person your like: 136 - If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say? 137 - When was the last time you told someone you loved them? 138 - Do you think someone has feelings for you? 139 - Do you think someone is thinking about you right now? 140 - Have you ever cried over a guy/girl? 141 - Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have? 142 - Anyone you’re giving up on? 143 - Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to? 144 - Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated? 145 - Have you ever liked one of your best friends? 146 - Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you? 147 - Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for? 148 - Is there someone you will never forget? 149 - Say five ways to win your heart: 150 - What turns you on? 151 - What turns you off? 152 - What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you? 153 - What’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you? 154 - What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you? 155 - Have you ever written a song or poem for someone? Have you had one written for you? 156 - What’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for someone? 157 - Are you in love? 158 - Are you in a relationship? 159 - If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favorite thing about him/her? 160 - Are relationships ever worth it? 161 - Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are? 162 - Can you commit to one person? 163 - Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat? 164 - Do you ever want to get married? 165 - Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years? 166 - Future names of your children: 167 - Do you get jealous easily? 168 - The last time you felt jealous, and why? 169 - What is your definition of cheating? 170 - Have you ever been cheated on? 171 - Do you forgive betrayal? 172 - Have you ever cheated on someone? 173 - Why did your last relationship fail? 174 - Things you want to say to an ex: 175 - A description of the person you dislike the most: 176 - If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept? 177 - How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had? 178 - How long was your longest relationship? 179 - You’ll love me if… 180 - Share a relationship story:
Music, movies and books
181 - How often do you listen to music? 182 - What kind of music you like? 183 - Do you like to dance? 184 - What was the first concert/show you attended? 185 - Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today? 186 - Share a song that takes you to a certain memory in the past: 187 - A song that’s been stuck in your head: 188 - Put your music player on shuffle and write the first ten songs that play: 189 - A book you want to read/have recently read: 190 - Describe your dream library: 191 - Last movie you just watched: 192 - Do you like watching what type of movies?
Situations and crazy things
193 - You’re in a tattoo parlor about to get inked. What are you getting done? 194 - What’s something you can see yourself going to jail for? 195 - If you could be any character, from any literary work, who would you choose to be? 196 - You’re given $10,000…under one condition: you cannot keep the money for yourself. Who would you give it to? 197 - If you had to go back in time and change one thing, what would it be? 198 - If you were an element on the Periodic Table, which would you be and why? 199 - If you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be? 200 - You’re an Action Movie Hero. What’s your weapon of choice and the line you scream when defeating your arch enemy? 201 - If you could design an amusement park ride, what would it be like? 202 - What is the first curse word that comes to mind? 203 - What the last party you went to was… and when the next will be… 204 - Halloween costume idea? 205 - How you’d spend ten thousand bucks? 206 - Press ctrl+v and post: 207 - Would you rather be stranded on a desert island with someone you love for ten years or someone you hate for a month? Explain why. 208 - 5 things within touching distance: 209 - A drunken story: 210 - What are you supposed to be doing right now? 211 - Currently wanting to see anyone? 212 - Why you follow me? 213 - If you met me what would you do? 214 - YOU have to leave me a random/ridiculous question: 215 - YOU have to leave me a cute message:
Opinions and beliefs
216 - Is the cup half full or half empty for you right now? 217 - Do you believe in fate/destiny? 218 - What you wish for on 11:11? 219 - Do you consider yourself lucky? What’s your good luck charm? 220 - Do you believe in aliens or life on other planets? 221 - What is your religion, if any? 222 - Would you go against your moral code for money? 223 - What’s more important to you: strength of the body or strength of the mind? 224 - How important you think education is? 225 - If you were the president, what would you do? 226 - If you could change one thing in the world, what would you change? 227 - Is it the thought that counts? Or is that phrase circumstantial? 228 - If you only had 24 hours to live, what would you do? 229 - Which movie character do you most identify with and why?
Feelings and Others
230 - Are you a procrastinator or do you get things done early? 231 - Post a photo/draw a picture/write a poem (pick one) of a moment of personal significance: 232 - Say 5 things you love unconditionally: 233 - What motivates you in life? 234 - Something that you’re proud of: 235 - Five words/phrases that make you laugh: 236 - Share the story of something that makes you smile: 237 - Something you always think “what if…” about: 238 - What was something you used to enjoy, but was ruined for you? What’s the story behind that? 239 - Describe one of the most awkward experiences of your life: 240 - Something/someone that you miss: 241 - Are you over your past? 242 - What is your saddest memory? 243 - One of the hardest moments in your life: 244 - Is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about? 245 - What’s something you want to do that you’d be embarrassed to tell other people about? 246 - What was your most embarrassing moment? 247 - Share one of your fears/insecurities: 248 - Something you’re currently worrying about: 249 - Have you done something you regret very much? 250 - If you could take something back that you said or did, what would it be? 251 - Does anyone hate you? 252 - Do you hate anyone? 253 - Lyrics that apply to your current situation/mood. 254 - Are you good at hiding your feelings? 255 - What’s something you hide about your personality? 256 - How do you approach social situations? 257 - Are you a social or an antisocial person? 258 - Are you an introvert or an extrovert? 259 - Do you care if people talk badly about you? 260 - How do you deal with criticism? 261 - How you hope your future will be like? 262 - What’s something that scares you about the future? 263 - Five items you lust after: 264 - One thing you’re excited for: 265 - Describe the most terrifying/strangest/beautiful dream you’ve ever had: 266 - Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character? 267 - Who is your celebrity crush? 268 - Make a confession:
summary : stiles is a bit concerned for the reader’s relationship with derek, driving him to host an impromptu couple’s therapy session with results that leave him only slightly mortified and very uncomfortable.
Derek wasn’t sure when the entirety of the McCall pack coming over once a week for what they called a “a pack meeting” had become a thing, but it certainly was a prominent event that wasn’t going away anytime soon. He had learned to accept it after the first two months, and now it was routine for you and Derek to prepare the loft every Friday afternoon for an evening of loud teenagers barging into your home only semi-uninvited.
This time around, you were both sitting quietly on the couch. Your eyes were drifting shut every once in awhile, but Derek would nudge you awake when you looked as if you were going to pass out. You were curled up on separate ends of the couch when Lydia, Scott, Stiles, Liam, Malia, and Kira burst through the door. You suspected that Stiles had replicated your key. You were greeted with a chorus of hello’s that you and your boyfriend answered in mumbled, sleepy tones. Stiles sauntered into the living room first, taking a seat between you and Derek and ripping open a package of cookies as loudly as he could.
Derek opened one eye, staring sideways at Stiles. “Do you mind?”
“Sharing? No, not at all!” Stiles shoved the cookies at Derek, who gave Stiles a dirty look before glancing away and settling comfortably back into his couch. Confused as to why you weren’t sleeping under Derek’s arm as you usually were, Stiles elbowed you in the ribcage.
“Um, ouch,” you muttered, shoving Stiles away. “Stop harassing older women, that’s not how you get a girl to go out with you. Lydia won’t love you if you act like this toward her.” You pushed Stiles again, sending him into Derek’s side and letting out a laugh when Derek growled, grabbing Stiles by the back of his shirt and sending him flying off the couch.
“Both of you are quite hostile tonight,” Stiles shook his head. “And you seem really distant toward each other. Anything going on?”
“Maybe we’re just tired,” Derek replied, yawning. You nodded with him, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
Not convinced, Stiles continued, “Yeah, but you two are always so touchy feely with each other that if you were really, genuinely tired and not being distant on purpose than Y/N would be drooling on your shoulder right now and not on your nice pillows. For old people, you’re very affectionate.” The rest of the pack filed in, taking their seats on the floor and the other two chairs.
“I don’t drool,” you protested as Derek said, “We’re not old!”
“See!” Stiles exclaimed. “You’re not even in tune with each other anymore. It’s sad. I’ve see this happen to the best of couples. It happened to Malia and I,” he pointed to his ex girlfriend with a sad look on his face before Malia scowled at him. He returned his only somewhat condescending stare back to you and Derek, looking at them almost pityingly.
“Stiles, what exactly are you implying?” Derek asked, folding his arms over his broad chest in an intimidating manner. Unbothered, Stiles said, “I’m not implying anything, I’m stating that I think you and Y/N are drifting apart from each other and need some couple’s therapy. Luckily, I am proficient in giving advice and supplying people with statistics.”
“Since when does anyone listen to your advice?” Scott said with a laugh. Stiles sent his best friend a glare.
“Anyways,” Stiles said loudly, “Studies show that majority of happy couples are having sex at least twice a week. Now,” he turned to everyone as if he was a teacher, clearly delighted to have the attention on him, “as you should know from health class, sex releases endorphins, which increases the bond between a person and their partner. So, if you guys are being distant, it might be because you’re not going at it enough.
Derek, holding back his laughter, reached over Stiles and squeezed your hand. You were practically about to burst, you were holding in your giggles so tightly. “Um, Stiles, I think it’s safe to say that the sex thing isn’t an issue.”
Adamant that he was correct, Stiles ignored him and continued talking, “I mean, you’re sitting on opposite ends of the couch. Y/N looks exhausted, and you, Derek, look dead, no offense. Clearly, you’ve been arguing. Probably screaming back and forth at each other for hours before we got here.”
You snickered, then said, “Yeah, I’d say there was definitely some screaming.” Lydia’s face went bright red at this comment as she finally realized what you were hinting at. Catching your attention, she made a gagging motion, causing you to laugh harder. Scott was the next to catch on, and he looked absolutely terrified. He poked Kira in the arm, explaining what was going on low enough so that Stiles couldn’t hear. Liam was filling Malia in on what was happening as well, but the poor boy appeared horrified at the doings of two people he considered to be second parents to him.
“Exactly!” Stiles snapped his fingers. “There lies the issue.”
“Stiles, I think the issue here is that you’re an idiot.” Derek smiled at him.
“Look, I’m just trying to help you guys,” he said defensively. “When couples stop being intimate with each other, it leads to eventual break ups, and divorce in the case of being married to the other person. I happen to think you and Y/N make a lovely couple, and it would be a shame to see your relationship end because you couldn’t face the facts.”
“Trust me on this, intimacy is not the reason we’re being so distant right now,” you informed the boy, patting his shoulder gently.
“Then what is?” He questioned impatiently.
“Well, kiddo,” Derek gripped Stiles’ other shoulder, “when I say that intimacy isn’t a problem, I mean that it really, really isn’t a problem. It’s probably the least of mine and Y/N’s worries, to be completely honest.”
Scrunching his nose, Stiles looked around at the flushed faces of his pack mates and the barely stifled smiles everyone had on their faces. “I- I don’t get it?”
Clearing your throat, you said, “Derek and I are already a pretty… intimate couple. So intimate, in fact, that the reason we’re being distant is because we’re actually kind of tired from, um, previous actions… if you catch my drift.”
Stiles at first still appeared confused, but when you and Derek began cracking up again, realization dawned in his eyes. The look of disgust on his face was enough to send you into a fit of laughter, practically falling onto the floor when the teenager jumped up from the couch, gagging and making an array of faces.
“You are disgusting,” he shuddered. “I cannot believe- how could you just… oh my god! You’re two old people having sex, I’m so grossed out right now I might cry, I’m just… Y/N, you’re like my big sister and you’re having sex and you just told me and you just had sex like an hour ago and now you’re tired from it and I’m actually going to puke now and maybe die okay goodnight!” With a last horrified glance at you and Derek, he practically sprinted out of the loft, practically in tears.
The rest of the pack filed out shortly after, tears of laughter in their eyes, and you apologized to Liam since he was the youngest and probably the most petrified- save for Stiles. After they were gone, you snuggled up next to Derek on the couch, resting your head on his shoulder. He kissed your head lightly, arm around your shoulders.
“What an enlightening couple’s therapy session, huh?” You joked, poking Derek’s side. He rolled his eyes again, as he always did when Stiles or anything to do with Stiles was mentioned. “Aw, c’mon, honey, it was pretty hilarious. I think I really learned a lot,” you laughed.
“Yeah, I learned that Stiles is dumber than I originally thought and that you have a really cute laugh,” Derek paused. “Actually, I knew that before, so I only learned one new thing today. I mean, everyone else caught on, even little Liam. And he’s, what, five?”
“Sixteen, Derek,” you patted your boyfriend’s chest.
“Same difference,” he said. “Anyways, maybe we could start being a little more intimate.” He winked at you, placing his hand on your cheek and turning your face toward him.
“Derek, we literally have sex every day, how much more intimate can we get?” You raised your eyebrows, letting out a squeal when Derek suddenly lifted you in the air, lips pressing against every area of your skin that he could reach as he said, “How does twice a day sound?”
Natsu blinked up at Lucy, both having spoken over the other. Natsu had started when he felt the bed dip behind him, and now he was faced with the sight of Lucy bathed in moonlight from the open inn’s window, one knee on the bed. In his shirt.
He swallows thickly around his suddenly dry mouth and fat tongue, mind processing Lucy in his shirt. Her chest stretched it out when the fabric sat tight across it, but it swam around the rest of her body and hung loose of her shoulders in ways that tempted Natsu’s eyes to move in ways that went from ‘friend’ to ‘creep any normal girl would rather sleep on the floor than be within five feet of’. He finally drew his attention away from things he was not supposed to be focused on, watching her blush and fidget above him in embarrassed agitation.
“W-well, if someone hadn’t of burned my bag I’d have more clothes to wear to bed, wouldn’t I?” Lucy spat. Her cheeks puffed out in the way they did when she was anger with him, but not angry enough to throw a book.
“Well if someone hadn’t thought it would be a good idea to play with baby farres then I wouldn’t have needed to use my magic at all!” he defended, smiling widely when he watched her pout further. She knew he was winning, and Natsu could imagine her stamping her foot in irritation. He’d seen her do it once too. She was adorable when she was angry with him.
“Just shut up and quit hogging the bed.” Lucy grumbled. Natsu smirked as he scooted over, lifting the thin blanket for her to slide under.
“Not my fault they were so fluffy.” Lucy mumbled under her breath. Oh, she was so silly, forgetting about Natsu’s sensitive hearing.
“And was the mommy farre fluffy?” he asked, innocently. He snickered when she stiffened, back turned to him.
“Shut up,” Lucy repeated sourly. She yanked the blanket tighter around her, Natsu rolling his eyes. As if he needed a blanket to keep warm. long minutes of silence passed then, Natsu narrowing his eyes when he watched a soft shiver trail through Lucy’s body, curled in the blanket as she was. Realization dawned on him that it was the cold that had spurred Lucy’s blanket stealing, rather than pettiness. Okay, maybe 75% cold, 25% petty. But still, too high of discomfort for Natsu to allow when he had an easy solution.
Natsu wrapped his arm around Lucy’s middle, pulling her body flush to his. He ignored her soft yelp as he focused his magic to his skin, warming her and the air around them. Natsu smiled when she relaxed against him, even pressing back into his hold as her body chased the heat that he offered.And to think, Lucy had nearly chocked when Natsu had accepted the single bed room from the innkeeper!
“Better?” he asked, voice lower than he meant to be. He cleared his throat awkwardly, focusing on the honey and lavender scent that surrounded him, his nose pressing into Lucy’s hair as he took a deep inhale. Lucy shivered in his arms again, and Natsu furrowed his brow. She should be nice and toasty in his embrace, so why was the cold still bothering her?
“Yeah,” Lucy rasps, and Natsu has to repress his own shiver at what he voice does to him. Now was not the time for unwanted advances, and Natsu would rather be well rested without a fucked up neck from sleeping on wooden floorboards for their mission tomorrow. “Thank you, Natsu.”
Natsu swallowed thickly again, grunting in acknowledgment, not trusting his voice to be the right pitch. He squeezed her hand when he felt her fingers tangle with him. Natsu ducked his head further into her crook of her neck, grinning against her silky hair when he heard her gentle snores and felt her breathing even out, back expanding steadily into his chest. Natsu too found his way to sleep, curled tight against Lucy and sharing his fire with her. He knew the one bed would come in handy.
Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along.
Prompt: Loosely based off of Stephen Sondheim’s musical ‘Company’.
Author’s Note: With a midnight re-watch of my first favorite musical, Company, I was inspired to write something loosely inspired by it. Lin is Bobby in this scenario. Ish. If you don’t have the time to sit and watch this lovely production (which includes great stars, like Stephen Colbert!), I recommend at the very least listening to ‘Being Alive’ and ‘Someone is Waiting’’.
Warnings: Negative talk of marriage, divorce. 2k words of me rambling and nothing really happening.
“Happy birthday, Lin!” The group cheered in unison.
The man of the hour stood at the entrance of his apartment, looking on at the scattered party guests, each holding the hand of their significant other. He had been running late for the party in his honor - something that had been intended as a surprise but that he had known about for weeks.
“Thirty-five! You don’t look it!” Pippa cried, lingering by the gift table. She placed a pristine, wrapped box next to the dozen others, “You can return it. I mean, what do you get for the man that has everything?”
“Maybe a wife?” Teased Steven by her side, a giggle escaping his fiancee. Her ring glittered in the dimly lit room as she moved to cover her mouth.
“I better-” Lin pointed the guests all anxiously waiting for their turn with the birthday boy.
“Go, we won’t keep you.”
He was delivered boxed compliments all night, perfectly prepared ahead of time. Thirty-five and you’ve accomplished so much! Thirty-five and you look thirty-two! Thirty-five and look at where you are!
Phil’s always felt weirdly privileged to share Dan’s bed
whenever he sleeps over.
It’s not like it’s anything he’s a stranger to – quite the opposite really, but out of everyone,
Phil’s the only one Dan will actually let in
his bed on account of the fact he can actually have a decent night’s sleep without
Phil taking all the duvet or accidentally rolling over and pushing him off the
bed. That’s Kyle’s trick – explaining
why he’s down there whilst his marginally less irritating best friend is up
here under his duvet, sharing his mattress. It’s nice sleeping with the knowledge
he won’t wake up either freezing cold or on the floor.
Phil’s used to them being the last ones awake – having been
friends with a bunch of total fucking lightweights for the best part of three
years, it’s become the norm for the rest of them to be down there, asleep.
They’re wrapped up in empty sleeping bags and spare duvets whilst the only two
who can actually handle their drink are lying side-by-side, a cut above the sea
of empty bottles and shot glasses littering Dan’s floor. They’d passed out about
half an hour ago, leaving the two slightly tipsy teenagers still giggling over
what had been a contribution to the night’s entertainment along with the heated
games of ‘never have I ever’ and one too many Malibu shots.
“Does this not feel weird to you?” Dan’s eyebrow quirks in
Phil’s direction as he holds the two small wooden cubes in his hand. “I feel-…
it feels- I don’t know- gross,
kind-of,” he huffs out a chuckle.
“Why would-…” he squints in the darkness, “-… lick-… elbow-… feel weird to me?” he replies, a threat of sarcasm in his
Everything is made a miracle by the fact of their togetherness. The banalities—something spiritual.
The way Jamie does their laundry. How his diligence for clean, crisp folds never extends to removing the drier sheets, tangled amongst the clothes. Claire is forever finding them in the armpits of her sweaters, or in the rolled cuffs of her jeans when she dresses in the morning. A waft of detergent—and of her husband—as a white sheet drifts down, brushing her calf like a beloved’s hand. (Familiar; intimate.)
And the way Claire knows terms like methylprednisolone, but cannot win a single game of Scrabble. Rainy days spent brooding over the board, Jamie trying to coax Triple Word scores from her Z’s and Q’s and X’s. “I reckon it’d be quixotic to think the weather will clear for a picnic?” he asks (hints), peeking at her tiles.
More miracles, then: the way her eyes light up. The kisses she will give him for this small act of kindness. Quixotic written by her lapping tongue, and poppies left to bloom on his neck. (They will make the neighbors blush.)
Their home, too, is another miracle, with its wainscoting and butter-leather and Persian rugs. No longer must they suffer the grimy box of their mid-20’s, or the lonely echoes of their own respective homes. Boston and Scotland have been shed like old skins, or if not shed, then at least peeled to the thinnest films.
Instead there is this house and Jamie’s footsteps in the study, and the pour of Claire’s nightly glass of milk. North Carolina lies just beyond the windows, a wild glory whose trees lean close, listening. (Even the universe has grown green-bright with envy, wants to be a part of Jamie and Claire’s love.)
And just last week, they installed heated floors and called a plumber to insulate the pipes. So now: socks peeled off with glee, breakfasts of mouths that taste like sleep and last night’s Colgate. The coffee is brewed too long and the pancakes are left on the griddle, and they burn (and burn and burn).
But even so, there is one miracle that has not come. Their hope for it—the fervency, the sheer constancy of the thing—is shadowed by a fear similar to Claire’s wedding-day stomach. Lying side by side in bed, they worry:
What if it never happens? What if it does?
“We’re so old,” Claire jokes one afternoon, a few weeks into 40. She is walking the tight-rope of Jamie’s spine, trying to usher his stiffness to the surface and away. She remembers her splintered, little-girl feet—dancing in 1973—as she tip-toes up and down, up and down her husband’s back.
Though this ground is more uneven than her childhood porch, she prefers it. No sneaky shards to puncture her once-tender skin. Jamie’s are deltoids here and his trapezius there—a special comfort in her favorite pearl of his vertebrae. She hunts for it, feels its safe rub against her sole, and holds back a sigh. (Suddenly, this seems like the most precious gift, and she wishes, more than ever, that she could offer her own back to two tiny, wobbling feet.)
“Aye, we’re fossils.”
“You could dig us up and brush the dust off,” Claire says, and so Jamie reaches back, swipes his index finger along her shin and licks it. “What would you do if you found my bones? You’re just walking along one day, kilt swinging, and you trip right over my fibula?”
“I’d build a home out of you,” Jamie says immediately. “I’d sleep on yer pelvis.”
“Awfully uncomfortable, pelvises. You’d have more back problems than you do now.”
“But that’s what yer fibulas are for, see. I’d save them for a cane and fuse ‘em together. I think it’d be nice. Always having you to lean on.” Jamie groans when she tuns around; Claire’s heels digging in and scooping out his pain. “But that’s assuming you die before I do, Sassenach. Maybe I’ll be the one who starts to go first.”
“I bloody well hope not. That’d be unbearable.”
“But no’ impossible. Me, wearing diapers at age 70…D’ye think you could ye wipe my arse, and still love me afterwards?”
“Darling, I can’t imagine a higher honor than wiping your ‘arse’ for you.”
She is smiling—but only just—as she steps down to lay herself across his body, to shield the life of him.
“And what about you? Will you still love me when I’m blind? I’ll have to get glasses—those big, alien things that make people look like startled bugs or arctic explorers. Like Murdina wears.”
“You’d look verra cute as a spectacled, startled bug, Sassenach.”
“But not an arctic explorer?”
“I’d prefer you as a wee crawlie inside my shirt.”
Claire snorts (a vestige of her mother there, in that unchecked happiness), then adds, “And my memory! Sheesh. A few years, and that’ll be shot straight to hell. Might even forget your name one day. Jack Fraser? Jay Fraser? ‘Ringo Starr, is that you?’ It’ll all be very embarrassing, so please just play along and pretend it’s endearing.”
“Dinna be silly,” Jamie says. “There’s no forgetting me or you.”
(A shame his body is so stiff. More feeling in his back, and he would sense the creep of a premonitory chill. See a far-off but certain future where he must pause, think slowly, in order to make a wife out of the woman next to him. A stranger to him, suddenly, until she reintroduces herself. Jamie, it’s me, it’s me.)
“I suppose you’re right,” she says. “We’re rather stuck with each other, aren’t we?”
Jamie hears the unspoken longing in her words, and he feels it too, somewhere deep in his chest. Let it be this way forever. (Together, beyond death, inside a pair of slanted amber eyes.)
“I meant my vows when I said them, Sassenach. ‘In diapers and dementia…’”
“Oh, is that how it goes?”
“Aye, the Catholics have always said it so.”
“Have I told you that I’m so glad to be stuck with you again? You. Ringo. My two-times-over husband.”
Jamie laughs, rolling over beneath her so that they’re side by side, face to face. Elbows propping heads; Claire’s right leg, straddling. She moves closer, extending her hips—oh, to live there in that cocoon of bone!—and the last of Jamie’s tension loosens, his body freed.
“So nice ye had to do it twice?”
“Better than nice,” she whispers. “Perfect.”
(No matter what, he will always remember this. How two is so much greater than one.)
But while Jamie and Claire joke about their ages, they both know that time is running out. Their baby, they realize, would be a different miracle from all the others—would eclipse even those babies born from more youthful, hospitable insides. And though they have not sat down and spoken plainly as they once did (I want to have a baby), their needing rings throughout the house, spells itself out on the Scrabble board. A baby. Let’s have a baby.
There is an added sense of responsibility to their lovemaking now, which is no less passionate but simply filled with extra care. As if the baby teeters on some fragile precipice, and needs only their encouragement to find its will to live.
Claire has taken multiple tests, all negative, over the past several months. Each time she throws a stick into the waste bin, she feels their chances slipping through her fingers, joining the pile of Q-Tips, wrappers, and tissues soaked in her frustration. She wads up toilet paper shrouds and covers the oval screens, pretending there was no test, no probability lost with the pronouncement of that one thin line.
This time is different though; Claire knows it. It is after Christmas Eve mass, 11:30PM, and she is pacing in the bathroom. Claire has been waiting all day for her courage, to be able to lock the door, hold a seventh stick, and see if her instincts have any kicking, doughy legs. She retrieves the pink box from the cupboard and sits on the toilet. Holds her breath until black sparks are in her eyes.
You had put this moment off for as long as you could. Standing in front of Avengers Tower you took
a deep breath and replayed the words of Fury back through your head, hoping
just the memory of his tone would scare your feet into action. “You’ve had an
extra month on this and Murdoch isn’t gonna budge now get your ass back here or
find yourself another job.” Blinking
rapidly you steadied your nerve and opened the door just hoping you could avoid
crossing paths with Captain America for as long as possible.
You turned around in your sleep, the old motel bed squeaking beneath you as you slowly started to wake up.
Something didn’t feel right. You couldn’t place it yet but kept your eyes closed and fumbled for the knife that was placed under your pillow. You grab it, quickly sitting up and holding it out in front of you.
“Oh shit…” You mumble and try to jump off the other side of the bed. You certainly weren’t up for a knife fight with Lucifer.
So looks like I will be without internet for a few days so I would love to have a few things to work on. Send me a number and a pairing/character and I will write a short thing (or longish thing if I get carried away or if you have your own prompt feel free).
“If you’re not nice I won’t let you in my blanket fort”
“I love you and your pretty voice but I just want to sleep
“This has got to be the stupidest plan you’ve ever come up
with. Of course I’m in!”
“I have a date with destiny.”
“If you don’t stop talking I’m going to have to kiss you.”
“Okay so I lied.
People lie all the time. My
parents lied to me about Santa Clause.”
“I have twenty pages left in my book and if you don’t shut
up I will do one of the follow: scream, cry, or throw my book at you.”
“You would make a terrible spy.”
“You know I’m starting to see why people say we’re an old
“Do you know that was the first time you ever told me you
“I may have accidentally said something and now my whole
family kind of thinks we’re dating.
“I don’t see why you’re worried, my family likes you more
than me. I’m not kidding, they told me
“It’s three am, why are you singing pop songs into a
“You are my teddy bear, so deal with it.”
“Is there any part of you that isn’t bruised?”
“Okay so who do I have to murder?”
“Who is crazier the crazy person or the one who loves them?”
So I’m pretty certain this was a request made by @ortonaholic quite some time ago
“You know…” The sudden lack of privacy startled me and I clutched my chest to calm my racing heart beat.
My brother stood behind me, clearly enjoying my reaction.
“What is it?” I ask him agitatedly. This was perhaps my last few moments as an unmarried woman and I needed some alone time to mentally rehearse my role as a wife.
“I was just saying you don’t look half as ugly as you normally do.” He stated quite nonchalantly, grinning at me when I rolled my eyes at him.
I felt the world slow down as I watched my brother act like his typical douchey self. Normally, I’d wrestle him to the ground, demanding him to apologise to me as he would catch his breath in between cackles and roaring laughter…
I felt myself recluse like a turtle would retreat to its shell at the sense of looming danger. But… What was I so scared of?
Today was the day I was finally marrying the love of my life. And he had been nothing but the kindest, most gentle soul to ever grace the earth. Finn and I had been dating for the past 3 years- on & off. The distance often did take a toll on our relationship and I worried if our marriage would be any less stressful. We’d had our fair share of altercations & had called it off about twice. Yet, we somehow wound up back into each other’s arms. Finn believed I was “the one” for him. Although I felt the same way, I could not discount a similar illusion my parents lived under until they got divorced. The incidents that led up to their divorce served a crushing blow to not only my self esteem but killed all the hopeless romanticism in me.
I felt sheer guilt at the anxiety that I felt right now. Shaking the memory of my parents away, I held onto my brother’s arm as he led me through the corridor, walking me down the aisle, to the altar.
Finn extended his arm to help me up the raised platform. I watched my brother’s face for a split second before placing my hand in Finn’s.
My brother smiled warmly at me & I could not explain even to myself why I had to fight tears from forming in my eyes.
Everything was about to change. And I didn’t know if I was ready for it. I didn’t want to disappoint anyone with my pessimism and incertitude, especially not Finn. And so I fought the tears back and held onto Finn’s hand with a smile. ———————————– “And this is the much awaited, bedroom.” Finn winked at y/n and opened the door for her to walk in first. Y/n gathered her gown and walked inside the suite, taking in the marvellous interior. She moved quite slowly, wondering how surprisingly posh Finn’s aesthetic was when he wrapped his arms from behind her and placed a kiss to her temple.
“Where are you going babe.” He whispered in her ear, less as a question.
Before y/n could turn around to face him, Finn swooped her up in one swift motion.
“I’m a man of traditions, love.” He smiled at her as he carried her to their bedroom. ———————————- Finn nervously played with the lace lining of y/n’s wedding gown. She just sat there on the bed, engrossed in her own little world, refusing to acknowledge her newly status or the fact that Finn’s fingers had already put plenty of creases on her beautiful dress.
Truth be told, he was a little disappointed at her lack of enthusiasm. This was meant to be the greatest day of their lives. It was for him. Though, his own spirits had been brought down as he noticed the growing sullenness in y/n’s demeanour all throughout their special day.
Did something happen? What could have possibly gone wrong? Y/n was over the moon when I proposed to her. She was the happiest woman alive at our engagement.
Was she regretting this decision?
Finn propped himself on the bed with support from his elbow and began,
Y/n snapped out of her trance and swiveled her head to look at Finn, who was watching her sympathetically.
“Is there something you’d like to tell me?” He urged her to speak.
“Erm…not really. Why?”
“You don’t look too happy.” Finn stated blandly. Forward was the way for him. He was never one to beat about the bush. And he would very much like to know the truth immediately.
Y/n’s face fell at his statement and she let out a short breath through her nose. There was no point hiding it. Finn knew her too well for her to get away with any secrets.
“Babe, I just want to know what’s bothering you. I’m here to listen.” Finn’s voice was a velvety comfort. He took y/n’s hand in his own and held it, giving it a gentle squeeze as a reiteration of his words.
I’m here to listen
Y/n’s heart was pounding a thousand beats per minute- or so it seemed. She was afraid the truth would not only disappoint Finn but he might not even understand the gravity of it. Nonetheless, she decided to confess, for Finn was always her confidant and there was no reason why he shouldn’t be anymore.
“I… I don’t know how to explain it to you but I just… I feel scared.” Y/n attempted at enlightening Finn with her thoughts.
Finn’s forehead creased in confusion.
“Scared? Of what?”
“Of everything. I feel like all the small changes are going to culminate into something I won’t be able to adjust to. What if I’m a bad wife?!” Y/n explained her anxieties one by one.
“Finn I’m serious. What if…what if I’m not what you want or rather, someone you don’t need? What if we fight and never make up again? What if one day we begin resenting each other?”
“That day will never come.” Finn replied firmly. He gently traced the outline of y/n’s jaw as he spoke.
“You worry too much, love. I will always want you. Forever and ever and ever and it still won’t be enough for me.” His thumb now glided across the soft skin under her eyes and he leaned in to place a loving kiss to her lips.
He lingered, hesitant to break the kiss but he moved back to take a look at his prone-to-over-thinking wife.
“Sorry I’m such a wreck today. I’ve just been nervous because I want everything to be perfect you know.” She elucidated bashfully.
“Well, we can fix that.” Finn’s oceanic eyes twinkled in the dim lighting of their bedroom. ———————————– His fingers worked dexterously on his crisp white shirt as he unbuttoned himself top to down without having to watch himself. He kept a solid, unflinching eye contact with y/n as he worked through the buttons. He then slowly, almost painfully slid the right half across his shoulder, faintly revealing his ungodly muscles.
Y/n quickly drew a hand to her mouth to avoid the sounds of her cackles reaching her phone set. She quite intently made a video of Finn stripping for her. And he was absolutely hilarious to not be filmed for it.
Finn clowned around for several minutes till y/n’s sides hurt from laughing too hard.
“Finn, this is such a fail. I’m not turned on at all.” Y/n spoke between her bouts of laughter.
“Damn it. How is this even possible, I’m supposed to be fucking irresistible!” He feigned annoyance.
Y/n sat at the edge of the bed, now changed into a comfortable pair of sweats. Finn latched onto her, swooping her by the waist in one arm and placing her at the centre of the bed.
“Let’s just catch some sleep, yeah?” He suggested.
“Yeah, that would be nice.” Y/n mumbled from beneath Finn’s weight, who now lay atop her, his head resting on her chest. She ran her fingers through his soft hair, feeling more of his weight as he was lulled to a slumber.
“You’re okay, right?” Finn whispered groggily, fighting the urge to drift to sleep at y/n’s heavenly touch across his hair.
“Yeah. I’m fine. I think it was just those wedding jitters that people get. I’ll get over it soon.”
“Good.” Finn was barely audible now.
He then inhaled deeply and lifted his head from y/n’s chest, meeting his sleepy eyes in her attentive ones.
“I’m kind of too sleepy to say this properly to you right now y/n, but I love you too much to ever see you upset like this. I promise, you have nothing to worry about. Don’t ever doubt my love for you. And don’t doubt us. We’ll be fine.”
His voice resonated a deep affection for her. Y/n smiled at him, admiring his concern as she ran a hand across his soft features and he lay his head back down on her.
“And don’t bottle up your feelings like this, it’s not good for you…”
“Finn, can you like not lecture me while you’re half asleep?” Y/n giggled.
“Yeah, I’ll lecture you when I wake up.”
He nuzzled into her neck, grabbing her hand and placing it in his short hair, gesturing her to continue with her cooling ministrations that he so dearly loved.
“Good night, my beautiful wife.” He whispered, smiling lazily into the crook of her neck.
“Good night, my beautiful husband.” She returned the smile, slowly appreciating the sound of their new reference to each other.
✩ park jinyoung x got7 ✩ angst x romance ✩ royalty!au
Feeling the warmth of the summer sun sneaking into his bedroom, Jinyoung lightly groan as he felt his sleep began to slowly fade. But he refused to fully wake. It was the first day of summer after all and he had no scholarly lessons nor any royal duties or schedules for the day. He wanted nothing more than to linger in the bask of the morning before one of the palace maidens call for him to wake for breakfast and to tidy up his room which shouldn’t be for another hour or so.
However, he wasn’t expecting visitors to be present so early on such a lazy day let alone one to sneak into his royal chambers.
Synopsis: Seoul was swarmed with gangs and in order to protect your little brother you made sure you could protect him and yourself but one night you followed your best friend into a club, which led your right into the arms of one of the biggest gangs.
The second you stepped outside, you were already regretting it but there was no way, you would turn back because this was your only moment of freedom, so without lingering too long, you ran towards the closest bus stop, this wouldn’t bring you where you needed to go but it would take you close enough and you had told Tae Oh where he had to wait, so it would probably cost you fifteen minutes to find him. You had shut off your phone just in case they tracked you down because it couldn’t be long for them to find out that you were gone.
You looked out of the window and the minute you left Seoul, your heart started to beat like crazy and eventually you had to pull out a bag to help you breathe but you kept repeating that it was for the best, so after a while you started to get it together again, it was raining by now and you really hoped that it would stop when you picked up Tae Oh otherwise this was going to be a bitch because it would at least take a few hours before you reached Busan. You had asked the bus driver to tell you when you were close to the institute so as you didn’t really have to pay attention and you could even close your eyes for a few seconds, which was to shirt because not long after the bus driver told you to get out. You thanked the guy and got off, it was still raining but it was nothing more than a drizzle. You checked to see if you weren’t being followed and when you felt safe enough, you started to walk down the road and after fifteen minutes you saw Tae OH walking towards you.
“Tae Oh!” you yelled and he immediately lifted his head and smiled broadly. “Noona1” he started to run and you caught him in your arms and hugged him tightly. You pushed him away just to see if he was okay because you didn’t know what went down in that school but it couldn’t be good as he looked really skinny and tired. “Have you eaten?” he shook his head and you quickly reached in your bag and gave him an apple, which wasn’t much but at least he would be eating something.
“Are you ready to get away from this place?” he nodded and grabbed your hand. You didn’t waste time and started to walk back to the bus stop, hoping it would be the right one and after a few minutes a bus appeared and it actually said Busan. “We’re going to Busan?” Tae Oh asked excitingly and you just nodded whilst scanning the neighborhood because you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching you and just in case there was someone you grabbed two caps out of your bag and gave one to Tae OH/ “Keep it on until I say otherwise, okay?” he nodded and quickly put on the cap and you pulled it father over his head so it was covering his eyes and you did exactly the same thing, the second the bus drove off you let out the breath you were holding and tried to relax as you gave Tae Oh the old mp3 player, he smiled when he saw the old thing and you both were listening to the songs, whilst he was reading, you, on the other hand, kept checking the road and scanned the area every time the bus stopped, this was going to be a long drive.
You must’ve fallen asleep at some point because when you woke up, the sun was finally shining and Tae OH was soundly asleep on your lap, which was a peaceful thing to see for a second it took away all the worries you had but as soon as you reached your destination, you felt the stress coming back in ten fold but you couldn’t let Tae Oh see this and as you grabbed his hand, you smiled at him. “Let’s go.” you ruffled his hair which he normally hated but today he didn’t say anything and it made you sad that he knew that there was something wrong. You had found a small rooftop house, which was big enough for the two of you and there was even space outside and it wasn’t expensive, not that money was a big issue as you took all the money with you, that you earned through fights, that was also a thing you did because you couldn’t leave empty handed so you took the money when everyone was asleep.
“Are we going to live here?” you nodded and you felt lucky enough that there was a private room, which would be his and a bathroom, kitchen and a living room, this would be your sleeping place but that was fine. “Where are you going to sleep Noona?” you pointed at the floor and smiled when you saw his worried expression. “It’s okay, really, I don’t mind sleeping on the floor, it will help me with my sore back, so don’t worry okay.” You went back outside and grabbed his bag. “Let’s get this room ready so we can have some food.” you locked the door behind you and together you went to the market to show for the important stuff, like bed stuff, towels and more, you ordered a single bed for Tae Oh and a table so you could put a laptop on it and asked for the internet and whilst you were busy, you bought two new phones, with this you had completely started over, which really was for the best, you also ordered a punching bag because for some reason you really needed to stay fit, just in case things went wrong.
“Noona, can we get tteok bok ki?”
“Sure.” you followed him to the stand and ordered the food, you asked for soju and a coke and you both ate in silence “Noona, do I have to go to school?” you nodded because he really did have to finish school even though you wanted to protect him and keep him with you but you also knew that was healthy,
“Of course, I already enlisted you into the nearest school, you’ll start next week.” He looked sad about it, you knew the reason, he really hated school because he loved to be outside but he just had to endure it, “It will be fine, don’t worry.” together you walked back home and started to unload everything, you made Tae Oh’s bed ready and made him take shower because it was already late and you really could use some sleep after this tiring day.
As you said goodnight to Tae Oh, you walked outside and sat down on the table and lied down to watch the stars, this was something you always loved to do but as you grew older and lost a lot of things you didn’t let yourself enjoy this kind of things and with moving to a city, well there weren’t a lot of stars and it was quite dangerous to go outside at night in the neighborhood you lived.
“Excuse me?” you sat up with a beating heart because you weren’t expecting someone “Hello, I’m the landlady.” she bowed and you quickly got up and bowed as well, whilst introducing yourself, she looked really nice but as it was already past ten pm it was a bit weird for her to show up “I’m sorry for showing up this late but I was wondering if you could use some help.”
“We’re fine, thank you.” you bowed again hoping she would just leave because something about this didn’t feel right. “Okay, well let me know if you need some help.” you nodded and waited for her to leave, you walked back into the house and locked the door and started pacing, there was something fishy about this but then again what if she was actually just really nice and you were just overreacting. You sighed and wondered when you became this distrusting of people, it was exhausting but there was nothing you could do about it right now, so you decided to go to sleep and just keep an eye out in case something happened.
The next few days went by without any problems and you eventually forgot about those suspicious feelings towards the landlady, as she was actually really friendly. You did need a job though so you started applying to small cafe’s and you couldn’t be happier when you got hired as a part-timer, this was the first time you would earn money in a legal way, instead of beating people up. It was also a great timing as it worked out with Tae OH’s schedule and to celebrate you decided to take him to the beach and get something delicious. “Tae Oh, let’s go to the beach.” you said as you opened the door “Noona did you order this?” he pointed at the large box, which he had placed on the table, you carefully approached it just in case it was something dangerous but when you opened it, you were surprised to see a cake with “Congratulations” written on it, it was definitely your favorite flavour, you checked if there was a card but there was nothing. “Did you see who brought it here?”
“I didn’t, the lady from downstairs accepted it.” You pulled up one of your eyebrows because who would send you a cake, could it be the cafe? Because that would be really nice.
“Do you want a piece?” you didn’t have to say this twice as he quickly brought out plates, you neatly cut it in a few pieces and gave the biggest one to Tae Oh and as you saw him munch it away you couldn’t help but smile because in these few days he had finally gained some weight and the dark circles under his eyes had disappeared, the only things that was bad about this all is that you hadn’t been sleeping for at least four days now because you kept being scared that they found you and even though this cake was delicious, it just didn’t add up but how do you say this to a boy who is finally smiling again.
“Let’s go.” you put the plates in the sink and grabbed your bag and waited for him to return from his room. “Can I go to the carnival tonight?” he was almost jumping up and down with excitement so you said yes, which you regretted right away but what could you do, there was no way you could say no to him at such a beautiful day and as you traveled to the beach you kept watching over your shoulder, to say you were getting slightly paranoid was an understatement. “Is something wrong?” you turned your head only to lock eyes with Tae Oh “Of course not.” you smiled at him and continued walking and as you reached the beach you let Tae Oh run around whilst you sat down to enjoy the view. Tomorrow would your new life really start with you having a job and with Tae Oh going back to school, hopefully, everything would finally settle.
“Noona!” you immediately shot up and looked around to see what was wrong but as you saw nothing you ended up running towards Tae Oh who was surrounded by little puppies and you already knew what was coming next and before you said something, you had to take a deep breath to calm down your heart. “What?”
“Can we have a dog?” you smiled at the little dogs. “You know they will get bigger right?” these were not little dogs, it were border collies or with other words sheep dogs but boy were they cute. “I know what kind of dogs they are and |I really want one Noona.” you looked at the owner who was approaching you, he had a big smile on his face and to be honest he really looked handsome. “Are you here to get a dog?” you sighed and made the decision on the dot. “We are, we would love to have a border collie.”
“Then please pick one.”
“Really, you don’t want money for them?”
“Not really, this litter was an accident and even though we took care of all the medical costs we are not poor so we don’t really need the money.
“Ah, I see. Tae Oh, pick one,” you told him and he immediately started to test all of them out, to see which was the cutest. “Do you know how to take care of a dog?”
“I do know the basics but I’m sure it will be fine, we just have to get food, a leash, and some toys plus something he or she can sleep in.”
“Well that sums it up but what really is important is to get him or her a chew toy otherwise he or she will ruin your furniture.”
“Thank you.” you bowed out of respect and chuckled when Tae Oh screamed out of pure fun. You turned around to see him rolling over the sand with the dog he had chosen. “I guess he has made the decision.”
“I guess so.”
“Tae Oh let me see him or her.” he picked up the puppy and ran back and put the dog in your hands, it was a girl. “Isn’t she pretty Noona?” he was completely smitten with this adorable puppy “She sure is.” you turned to the owner who was watching us and something in his expression softened when you locked eyes with him. “You know how to pick one, don’t you Tae Oh.” he ruffled his hair and smiled.
“Then she is all yours. What will be her name?”
“Sunny.” Tae Oh smiled as he looked at the dog. “That’s a good name.” you gave him back Sunny and followed the owner to sign some documents and after he gave you a leash so you could take Sunny with you. And that’s how the day ended, you went shopping for a dog and walked home with her. Tae Oh had already decided that she would be sleeping with him and you didn’t protest.
The next day it was Tae Oh’s first school day and as you brought him to school, you brought Sunny along for some moral support “Make some friends okay?”
“Can I, I mean we don’t have to move again right?”
“I don’t think so, I think we will be safe here, especially now that we have Sunny with us.” you smiled and hugged him before pushing him through the gate and after one more wave you walked back to the house and left Sunny there, the landlady had promised to take Sunny for a walk halfway through the day and as you left for work you couldn’t be happier than this and as your workday started you were very excited and the day went by like crazy and meeting your colleagues was a new experience as you didn’t have to beat them up and they were really friendly, which made this even better and you completely forgot to be cautious but you didn’t mind this at all as you finally started to feel comfortable and the fact that people here weren’t expecting a lot from you, made it even better, so you also started to work even harder, which was appreciated by your boss and after one full day he even complimented you.
You were just in time to pick up Tae Oh and as he came walking out of the school he was already surrounded by guys and they were actually laughing, you had to blink a few times because Tae Oh was so happy. This made you feel so proud because to be honest you were afraid he would be too shy to make friends but there he was laughing and goofing around with the guys. You waved and as soon as he saw you he said goodbye and came running to you. “Noona, I love this school!” you laughed at this and together you walked back home, completely forgetting to scan the neighborhood “You do? I saw that you made some new friends?”
“I did, they are really cool.”
“Good, I’m so proud of you, you know that right?” he nodded and grabbed your hand and squeezed it slightly.
“I know Noona.” you climbed the stairs that led you to the house. Sunny was already softly barking to greet your homecoming and as soon as Tae Oh opened the door she jumped around Tae Oh’s feet and it was the cutest thing ever and Tae Oh quickly started on her food, this meant you could finally rest when you heard a knock followed by your landlady’s voice, “Y/N? I have something for you.” you got up from the sleeping couch and opened the door and there she was standing with an enormous bouquet of red roses.
“This is for me?”
“Yes, someone delivered this at my place and told me it was yours.” you took the flowers from her and saw that this time there was a card and that’s when your heart started to pound because you had a bad feeling about this, you had been coping all week without thinking about Yoongi and the fact that you left him but this made you think about it and you felt the fear of being discovered. You quickly thanked the woman and walked into your house, you saw that Tae Oh was sleeping with Sunny, so you could read it. Your hands were actually shaking when you started to open the card but when you opened it, it only said “just because” there was no sender, which concerned you a lot but what could you do about it, you couldn;t keep the roses though as Sunny would eat them, so you went downstairs and gave the roses to the landlady.
“Don’t you like them?”
“I do, they are beautiful but we have a puppy so it a shame if it gets eaten,” you explained with a smile and as she thanked you, you said goodbye and went back to your house and started making dinner but you were completely stressed about it and it made you think of Yoongi and you couldn’t help but miss him and think about how he must’ve felt when he discovered you were gone, he must feel betrayed or maybe he did understand why you did this. It’s not that you didn’t love him, you left because you were scared of ending up dead and with a NamJoon breathing down your neck every turn you took, well it made you anxious and even more afraid, you didn’t want to be used any longer, you just couldn’t handle it and even though you almost didn’t sleep at night, you were at least nowhere near Namjoon.
“Noona, maybe we should order.” you looked down and saw Tae Oh looking at the stove and as you followed his gaze you already smelt it, the food was burned. “Ah, I’m sorry buddy.”
“That’s okay, let’s just order something nice” which ended with shabu shabu, after eating you made Tae Oh do his homework, whilst you were walking Sunny and after not doing this for a couple of days, you started to look behind you, just to make sure it was safe and this all because of some flowers, how stupid could you be. You sighed as you walked back with Sunny and after a few hours of watching tv, you finally decided it was time to go to bed and as you made Tae Oh was up, you made sure Sunny had something to drink and eat and after saying goodnight to Tae Oh, you also turned off the lights. After tossing and turning you finally fell asleep, which was a miracle itself as you usually stayed awake out of fear for nightmares but something woke you up and at first you thought it was Tae OH.
“Tae Oh, is that you?” there was no sound though so you started to fall asleep again, something wasn’t right, so you opened your eyes again and scanned the room but there was nothing odd, everything was quiet so after a few minutes you settled yourself again and slept through the night but you woke up, without knowing the reason, that is until you felt something holding you, you held your breath and turned your head and when you saw who was lying next to you, your heart started to beat like crazy and you had to confess that is was out of fear and when he opened his eyes, he first just stared at you but a smirk followed soon as he pulled you even closer.
She knew it would happen again tonight. He was sleeping with his back to her and Allura felt an emptiness where his arm usually hooked around her waist, felt the disappointing lack of his warm chest against hers.
Come back to me, Shiro.
They had been sharing Allura’s bed for some weeks now, and things were… nice. Every evening began with them safely on their opposite sides; Allura on the right, Shiro taking left. But as the nights went on, their unconscious (maybe sometimes just-a-teensy-bit conscious) bodies would end up meeting in the middle: breaths mingling, arms wrapped around each other — but some nights weren’t always so nice.
Allura reached out and pressed her hand onto Shiro’s back, He’s shivering. No, he’s shaking. It’s begun.
It hurt to watch as he curled further into himself— farther away from her. Her hand shifted to his shoulder and she tried to nudge him awake. It didn’t work, it never worked; Shiro couldn’t wake up from a nightmare until it released him. So Allura settled back and watched over him.
Shaking turned into writhing, silence gave way to groans and then cries as Shiro struggled with his demons. Then with a final strangled sob, he jolted awake into Allura’s waiting embrace.
Finally, my paladin… my Shiro, She trailed her hands up and down his arms in an effort to soothe him, then let a hand drift up so that her fingers brushed through his cropped hair while her palm cradled his jaw. Allura tilted Shiro’s head until his darting eyes met hers and moved forward so her brow rested against his.
Her chambers echoed with the sounds of Shiro’s panting. His chest heaved and his breaths rattled in his throat as the terror slowly subsided. Every exhale tickled against Allura’s lips and their faces were so close she could almost taste him.
No, not now. She chastised herself, Stop getting distracted by your emotions, this isn’t the time.
Even in the dark, Allura swore she could see the exact moment when awareness flickered back into Shiro’s wildly-darting eyes. She could stare into those eyes forever. When he recognized where he was, he looked at her desperately as if she were the only thing keeping him tethered to reality. As Allura held his gaze, she heard his breathing steady and knew it was over when he leaned into her touch and brought his own hand up to cup her cheek. She did not know when they both leaned back into bed, only that his hand never left her face that night, and that his arm had returned to its rightful place around her.
She was his princess as much as he was her paladin, and they held onto that knowledge as strongly as they held onto each other.