Scenario: This guy sitting behind me on the bus was harassing me and when you got on you came up, took the seat next to me and said “Hey sweetie, Mom wants to know when and where you want to meet them for dinner. I was thinking the diner down the road from us” Pairing: Jimin | Reader Genre: Fluff Word Count: 1,848 Author’s Note: I remember an anon asking me about Jimin stories, so I figured it was about time I got around to that. This may or may not be based on personal experience when I went to university in the city.
Public transportation, as it turns out, is the bane of your existence. You’d think that for someone who has undergone 2 years of the same routine, of keeping to yourself with your ear buds and notebooks and eyes glued to your phone screen for a majority of the ride into downtown, you would have gained a better hand in not attracting too much attention to yourself.
However, the hard jab into the back of your shoulder blades makes you almost think how much safer you’d feel if you had just decided to drive to school—sure, it may cost more and traffic sucks sometimes and driving in it of itself is so exhausting sometimes, but you wouldn’t have to—!
The voice starts as a murmur, drowned out by the steady beat of music ringing in your ears, and you think you might be able to ignore the man entirely before the jab comes back and actually hurts to the nature in which it’s right against a nerve. You flinch slightly upon contact, jerking away from the touch as you become reminded of your slight repulsion of physical touch—especially from people you don’t know very well.
Craning to look over your shoulder, you find yourself coming face-to-face with a man much older than you, his beady eyes giving off intentions for prying on individuals much younger than himself—who eyes you with so much possession that it makes your stomach churn. His gaze holds an expectancy that you wish to ignore, but are unable to do so now that you’ve given him some of your attention.
Suffissi Alterativi are suffixes in Italian that change partly the meaning of the world, giving a different evaluation to it. Unlike the Derivational morphemes, they don’t change the class of the word. Sometimes the root of the word changes to “accomodate” the suffix There are 5 types of suffixes, which sometimes overlap in the use and meaning.
Accrescitivi = Increasing. The suffix is -one. Sometimes used also as endearments.
Naso (nose) - Nasone (big nose)
Cane (dog) - Cagnone or Cagnolone (big dog)
Attenuativi = mitigating. There are several suffixes.
this is the otpest of all otps for me so i died writing this. tysm for sending it 💕
domestic kanej wouldn’t happen for years and when it does it would be—fight me on this— at the rietveld family farm after inej took on all the slavers and kaz built up the barrel, destroyed it, and cashed out.
and it would consist of early mornings
inej would wake to the smell of coffee in the air at six a.m, but she’d know kaz’s first cup of it came at least a half an hour earlier.
kaz would be standing by the window overlooking the fields, leaning his weight against his cane, and taking economic sips of his coffee in hopes she’d join him with hers
some days she’d leave him alone with his thoughts
(these are two very independent people i can’t imagine them being glued together all the time?? also realistically speaking, that’s unlikely if you’ve been together for a while)
other days they’d stand together in silence and watch the sun rise
he’d be better with touch but not quite there (would he ever be??) so she’d wait for him to initiate
but because they’d both have bad days where they’d prefer not to be touched at all he still asked for her consent
it would be in the way he brushed hair from her face but his fingers lingered as they grazed against her temple and she’d nod for him to know it was okay to kiss her there
his gravelly voice would be as soft as it could possibly get when he’d ask, “sleep okay?”
and she’d make sure to ask in return, “didyou sleep?”
“i slept enough,” translated to no and she’d sigh because for a long time she thought kaz didn’t sleep due to the fact he was always scheming or paranoid or both simultaneously. but no he just never ever slept??
they’d own bunch of businesses in town because kaz is greedy af and even though he’d be sitting on a couple million kruge he’d still like income
inej would go into work at one of their stores in the morning just to offer her help like the angel she is. she’d have lunch with her new girl clique (inej deserves a badass girl squad and in my mind she gets exactly that) and bring him food home after
neither of them knew how to cook
it was disastrous when they tried
imagine her coming home to kaz picking vegetables
“would it kill you to take off the suit for this?”
“kaz, literally no one is around for miles, it’s scorching hot, and you don’t make a very convincing business man with dirt stains all over you.”
he’d adjust his tie, “sure i do.”
she’d roll her eyes at him and wipe dirt off his cheek with the sleeve of her shirt. she’d never thought she’d see the day where kaz would be cute. hot, sure. but cute? adorable? saints help her.
and we know kaz has no qualms against undressing in front of her. after being in the fields all day it would be no different. he’d come inside the house pulling off his layers. only inej wouldn’t have to pretend she wasn’t looking anymore
she’d stare, he’d smirk at her
inej would be in charge of picking fruit from the trees. they’d make a game of her climbing up and tossing apples down at him in an attempt to make it in the basket he’d be holding. he’d intentionally move at the last minute to make her miss and she’d grudgingly lob some at him for it
other times he’d haul himself up into the tree too even though it would be painful for him to get back down. but he’s had to do worse.
they’d sit there and talk about anything and everything. inej would tell him about all the things she managed to overhear within the day and he’d let out a rare, unrestrained laugh at some of the stories
they’d make waffles for dinner, literally the only thing they didn’t burn
and they’d sleep in the same room but separate beds because of their traumas
kaz didn’t believe in her saints, but he’d silently pray for someone to save him and his sanity at night when she sat at the foot of her bed in her silk robes, brushing tangles from her long, damp hair.
inej with her hair down killed him inside
he’d count how many times she combed each side so he wouldn’t do it wrong those nights when she sat on his bed instead of her own and offered the brush to him
he’d sit behind her, softly running his fingers through the strands first because he couldn’t resist. he’d take this job very seriously, parting her hair as he’d seen her do because her locks were so thick she preferred it brushed in sections.
he’d almost always lean in real close to inhale the soap she used. sometimes he’d sweep her hair aside and graze his nose along the nape of her neck, waiting for her to react.
she’d encourage, “go ahead.” and he’d trail soft kisses there
domestic kanej would also be relaxed and content and comfortable.
kaz openly admitting when his leg was in pain instead of pretending it wasn’t whenever she asked
inej talking about the nightmares that still haunted her
and cold nights swathed in blankets in the field, looking up at the stars, drinking hot chocolate
inej would read a lot and cry over the books. “if you make fun of me, i’ll hurt you.”
kaz didn’t make fun of her. he’d make tea and offer his hand. he didn’t like hugs, but he’d lock their fingers and squeeze real tight to reassure her. and since he didn’t know how to comfort he’d be all, “it wasn’t even that sad.”
and she’d look at him with that surprised expression he liked so much. “you read it.”
“you’ve only been crying about it since the day you opened it and read the first page. i was curious.”
they’d spend the night discussing it
and domestic kanej would inevitably be her waking at four a.m. to kaz pacing
“tell me that isn’t scheming face.”
kaz would only cock his head to the side, still deep in thought.
inej would sigh and climb out of bed, “i’ll get my knives, make the coffee.”
guys!! kaz combing inej’s hair was started by @inejjghafas in this beautiful post
In Qarth, Dany is in Jon’s position, begging for ships and soldiers to help her in her war.
At first, she thinks that people in Qarth are trustworthy. By the end, she thinks of Qarth as a city of liars and that honorable knights await her in Westeros.
In Qarth, she meets Jon (as a blue rose) through her visions at the House of the Undying.
Book evidence from the conversations she has in Qarth:
Jorah warns her that sweetness is associated with treachery. So, more proof that the “blue rose filling the air with sweetness” is a bad omen:
“I would not linger here long, my queen. I mislike the very smell of this place.” Dany smiled. “Perhaps it’s the camels you’re smelling. The Qartheen themselves seem sweet enough to my nose.” “Sweet smells are sometimes used to cover foul ones.” -Daenerys, Clash
Ironically, Jorah doesn’t suspect that Ned Stark would be a traitor, while Dany does. (Dany and Jorah’s positions could be flipped, with Jon in Ned’s place, in S8):
“Ned Stark a traitor?” Ser Jorah snorted. “Not bloody likely. The Long Summer will come again before that one would besmirch his precious honor.” “What honor could he have?” Dany said. “He was a traitor to his true king, as were these Lannisters.” -Daenerys, Clash
They discuss the death of dragons and dragonslayers:
“There is more of Rhaegar in you, I think, but even Rhaegar could be slain. Robert proved that on the Trident, with no more than a warhammer. Even dragons can die.” “Dragons die.” She stood on her toes to kiss him lightly on an unshaven cheek. “But so do dragonslayers.” -Daenerys, Clash
Xaro flatters her, but he’s not lusting after her, like Jorah is:
“Marry me, bright light, and sail the ship of my heart. I cannot sleep at night for thinking of your beauty. Dany smiled. Xaro’s flowery protestations of passion amused her, but his manner was at odds with his words. While Ser Jorah had scarcely been able to keep his eyes from her bare breast when he’d helped her into the palanquin, Xaro hardly deigned to notice it, even in these close confines. -Daenerys, Clash
She talks about vengeance and is accused of madness while the author drops another one-eye reference, this time with Rhaegal:
“I mean to sail to Westeros, and drink the wine of vengeance from the skull of the Usurper.” She scratched Rhaegal under one eye, and his jade-green wings unfolded for a moment, stirring the still air in the palanquin. A single perfect tear ran down the cheek of Xaro Xhoan Daxos. “Will nothing turn you from this madness?” “Nothing,” she said, wishing she was as certain as she sounded. -Daenerys, Clash
And the most blunt of all:
“He asked me to marry him again…He dreams of me, day and night.” She laughed. “Forgive me, my queen, but it is your dragons he dreams of.” -Daenerys, Clash
- betrayed by a man who made promises and oaths to her - betrayed by one of her own advisors (of the sexual kind who taught her how to show men she’s in control, just like *someone* did to her. I’ll spare you the boresex gifs 🤢). - Xaro stages a coup and declares himself king - her dragons are stolen from her by Xaro while a guest in his home - she catches people she trusted in bed together - she exacts a brutal punishment on them
How many of these Season 2/Book 2 plot similarities will we see in S8?
For the first sentence prompt: Stiles sighed and rubbed a hand across his face, asking a question that at this point he wasn't even surprised he was asking. "What are you doing in my closet, Derek?"
Stiles sighed and rubbed a hand across his face,
asking a question that at this point he wasn’t even surprised he was asking.
“What are you doing in my closet, Derek?”
Even less surprising,
if that was at all possible, was the fact that he didn’t get an answer. He
never did after the first question. In fact, Derek wasn’t even looking at him.
His gaze seemed to be glued to the old jacket that hung directly in front of
him. The one he had gotten for his sixteenth birthday, from old Mrs Winston
down the road. For a second Stiles wondered whether or not the scowl would be
enough to disintegrate it. He hoped that it would because it would save him the
trouble of having to get rid of it.
A tiny movement pulled
his attention back to the beta-wolf currently hiding in his closet. Derek’s jaw
clenched und relaxed in the same rhythm that his claws appeared and vanished.
Stiles sighed and shifted his weight a little until he could lean comfortably
against the doorframe. It also opened the path to freedom once again. This
whole situation could be over in a matter of minutes though it could also be a
matter of hours. Both had happened already and so far Stiles hadn’t been able
to make out the pattern behind it. If there was a pattern.
“This is what? The
sixth or seventh time now?” Stiles lowered his gaze a little but still noticed
the flinch that ran through Derek’s body and the way he tilted his head just
enough to bare his throat. Something inside him clenched painfully.
“Hey now, I’m not
angry, just curious. This has been going on for a while now and I wonder if it
has something to do with what happened back –“ Stiles stopped talking when
Derek’s head snapped around and wide, glowing blue eyes stared at him. They
“Oh Derek, it wasn’t
your fault. Now, come out of there and let’s get more comfortable, okay?” He
held out his hand and waited. It had taken him finding Derek in his closet
twice to realize that patience worked better than stubbornness or even ordering
him into the actual room.
Minutes went by but
Derek’s tense shoulders slowly relaxed until he was merely hunched over instead
of being nearly curled into a ball. His gaze stayed on Stiles’ face the whole
time, searching for something. Again, minutes ticked by before the blue in Derek’s
eyes receded and he reached out to lace his fingers through Stiles’ and took
the step out from between the clothes.
“There, that’s better,
isn’t it?” Stiles smiled once they stood in the middle of his room. Derek
ducked his head before he nodded once. “Now why don’t you tell me what chased
you into my closet this time?” Maybe this time only had to ask twice?
Derek growled quietly
but stopped when Stiles mirrored the sound before falling silent again. A tense
silence settled between them.
“You shouldn’t be able
to do that,” Derek finally said softly, the tension finally flowing out of his
muscles. “I should have been able to prevent this from happening. You never
wanted this.” He sounded tired, defeated and a little hopeless. Stiles
recognized it immediately.
“You had a nightmare
again,” he sighed and stepped closer to wrap his free arm around Derek’s shoulders.
“Silly Sourwolf. I may not have wanted it to happen but you know that while I
gripe and whine about it, we still do what we always do, right? We make the
best of it.” The nod was barely recognizable but Stiles took it with a smile.
“I know that I will
continue to bitch and moan about it, just like I did when I was still human and
the most breakable. But hell, at least now I can do more than do research,
swing a bat and hope for the best. I can finally protect you and the other
pups. Even if that means going head to head with my best friend sometimes.”
“Don’t call us ‘pups’,”
Derek grumbled but kept his nose pressed into Stiles’ neck. “Just because you’re
an Alpha now. It doesn’t mean you get to call us ‘pups’.”
“Oh come on, Derek,” he
chuckled. “I know that at least Erica likes it.”
Hello there, Darling! Welcome to my little corner of the writing desk. Thank you for that lovely little sentence and I hope you don’t mind a little Alpha!Stiles.^^ It’s a little general but still shippy. Well, for me.
So imagine the X-Kids are playing truth or dare and it’s Kurt’s turn and he chooses truth, and someone (probably Warren) asks, “Have you ever done anything ~dirty~ with your tail?” And everyone leans forward, expecting this really kinky answer and Kurt’s just like, “Sometimes I use my tail to pick my nose.“
Summary: It’s been nearly ten years since then, and only now has Oga decided to call Furuichi by his first name. Rating: PG-13 Pairings: OgaFuru Word count: 1.6k Notes: My submission for ogafuru week, day one: First Time.
The first time Oga calls Furuichi by his given name, barely
a day has passed since Oga finally came back from the Demon World.
Since their arrival in the Free Marches, Clan Lavellan has maintained a conflicted relationship with the ocean. Within its depths are the bodies of their loved ones, but its waters hold the secret of their survival. Over the centuries, traditions have grown from the nature of their home and shaped the clan into what it is today.