“ I will let no one, not Elizabeth, not any usurper, take my country from me. Since I was a babe, I have been a Queen. Since a child, I have been alone on foreign soil. I know how to keep my life, my crown and I will. “
I decided to give art a try and go back to my drawing days. Some traditional art with watercolors for today’s prompt
(I haven’t consistently drawn or painted in years and it shows, please forgive me). No matter how much anatomy knowledge I’ve absorbed from college, I couldn’t do Otabek’s jaw justice OTL. I googled pair skating pics and selected this pose because I loved it. I sort of like how it turned out. Just sort of. But especially Yuri’s face.
I've just read about Tony feeling unwanted and man, it breaks my heart! Could you write something about Tony having enough? Like, he feels that Team Cap thinks they don't need him, they don't appreciate him and they never did. So he leaves, he doesn't stop being an Iron Man, but leaves Avengers. Maybe he has his own team with Rhodey and Spidey and whoever else. Maybe he helps Defenders from time to time. Maybe he works alone. (1)
But the point is, even if Avengers think that they don’t need him, they really do. Because he did so much for them all this time. Like, when SHIELD fell, he and his company invested them, repaired their equipment and made new one, took care of PR and media. And they never even knew, or just never cared, until he left. Now they have no one to replace him and to be as efficient as he was. They’re just too close to failing apart.(2)
I can and I most certainly will! All those angst-filled headcanons from yesterday didn’t just make me want to curl up under a ton of blankets to hide from the world, they also, they also reminded me how freaking bitter I still am. So yeah, hope you don’t mind, anon, but I thought your ask would be the perfect way to kick off bitter Sunday!
Because we’re talking about Tony Stark, guys. We’re talking about the man who build a suit of armour in a freaking cave. Who got kidnapped by the bad guys and blew his own way right back out. Yes, he’s hurt. Yes, he’s fucking heartbroken. Yes, most days the weight of his own mistakes and failings almost crushes him. Yes, being confronted with the team he was never allowed to belong to he lost is rubbing salt into the slashing wounds that still haven’t healed, bleed sluggishly from time to time.
There’s a line he’s drawn into the sand a long time ago, back when he first became Iron Man, and it matters. He does what is expected of him. Shakes the returning Avengers’ hands. Smiles for the cameras. Is quoted stressing that he supports the UN’s decisions, that with the new and revised Accords in place, there’s no room for old grudges and vendettas. And he means it. What he doesn’t say though, is that there’s no room for old friendships and favours either.
Truth is, Earth needs as many heroes as possible. It needs them in once place, with stable communication channels, capable of working and strategising and organising together. The exiled Avengers are a rare resource they can’t afford to waste. There is also the fact that being trust back into the limelight limits them in a way working from the shadows doesn’t, forces a vague but still present sense of accountability on them that Tony may or may not take a great amount of pleasure in.
But here’s another, much more fortunate truth: they don’t need to be a team to save the world. It’s a truth that’s been hanging over them from the beginning, back when Iron Man wasn’t a part of the Avengers because he didn’t have to be for the plot to work. In retrospect, Tony can appreciate Fury’s actions for the well-played moves they were.
So he does what he would have done years ago, if not for sentimentalities and a misplaced sense of loyalty holding him back: he cuts the wire.
With the new accords has come a committee and a new governmental agency in charge of handling the nationally and internationally operating enhanced strike teams. Tony uses this development to his advantage, separates his business from the agency entirely, because really, a billionaire shouldn’t own parts of an organisation designed to keep him in check.
Tony signs the new agreements and as Iron Man he is to be deployed whenever necessary, but he is no longer part of any team. And he makes a point of proving that time and again.
When members of his ex-team are involved in a fight he wasn’t, he refuses any comment on the actions, they are none of his business after all, and really, shouldn’t you ask the people who were actually there? He doesn’t get involved in group press conferences unless there are more than just the ex-Avengers present because presenting a united front as enhanced humans is one thing, presenting a united front with them is another thing altogether.
He doesn’t build weapons, suits and other improvements for anyone but himself and the people he deems worthy of his gifts either–those designs have always been too dangerous to be allowed into the hands of a government agency, and none of his former team mates make the cut onto the trusted list anymore.
He doesn’t interact with them anyways, unless it’s on the comms during a fight or via a representative or his official email account (his private contact information is no longer available to them). All his employees knows better than to give them access to anything non-public without a properly scheduled meeting, and even Pepper doesn’t disagree with him on this one. She’s the one that usually shows up on these meetings anyways, and she doesn’t give them an inch, because there’s a reason Tony hired her in the first place.
And it might have started out as simple avoidance and being petty but you know what? Tony’s doing pretty damn well on his own. He doesn’t need the team, he’s always known that, but proving it to himself ends up feeling surprisingly good. Empowering. Freeing even.
Because even though it feels like that in the very beginning, Tony isn’t actually alone. He’s got Pepper, with whom he’s slowly working out the post-failed-relationship-awkwardness, and Rhodey, who’s recovery is a slow, painful process but still a process, and loyal, steady Happy. He also has Peter, who’s too eager and reminds Tony too much of himself, but who doesn’t leave or get bored by Tony’s enthusiastic rants. He’s got Harely with whom he face-times at least once a week to science and chatter.
He’s got people who care about him and enjoy spending time with him, and the more time passes, the more Tony realises how not-okay his relationships with his former team have really been, how not-okay he’s been. And he still misses them, from time to time, but it’s the fleeting yearning for a missed opportunity, not the heartbreaking free fall into a bottomless darkness it used to be.
The point is, Tony is in a good place. Without the team that never wanted him.
(And on days he still feels a little down, watching that Youtube clip of a tiny, three-year old girl in an Iron Man t-shirt throwing her ice cream at Steve Roger’s face with devastating accuracy, the one that cuts off right as the older brother is shown laughing so hard tears are streaming down his face and assuring his indignant little sister that yes, he’ll get her a new ice cream, he’s very proud of her standing up against bullies, is surprisingly cathartic.)
I NEED a BLURB ABOUT HOLDING HARRY BC HE is sad about his performance and you comfort him pleaseeee
Here you go, have some fluff :)
He was nervous.
He didn’t want me or anyone else to know he was, but I could tell. And who wouldn’t be? It was his first performance in over a year, and his first ever as a solo artist. I would have been nothing but a ball of nerves if it were me. He’d paced back and forth in the green room, spreading his fingers out as far as they would go, bringing them back into a fist over and over again, repeating the cycle each time he’d make it to the other end of the room and turn around on his heels.
I’d sat quietly on the sofa, nibbling on the display of fruit and crackers that sat in the middle of the coffee table. I was nervous too, but I said nothing unless it was to reply to a question, giving him the most space I possibly could. I’d asked him earlier if he would rather I took a seat in the audience, but he assured me he wanted me backstage, waiting for his return. Though he never expressed why exactly, I took it to mean he wanted me to be there for him, for him to see my face and perhaps share an embrace after he’d walked off stage, and I took comfort in that.
I’d watched his first performance on the monitor in the green room, sitting on the edge of my seat, my hands tucked underneath my thighs as I bit my bottom lip. By the end of the song, I’d felt my eyes well up, quickly wiping them away with the back of my hand before he saw. I could tell as soon as he walked in that he was less than pleased with himself. He’d missed a couple of notes, his voice raspier than usual from all the practicing, and once he’d even had to drop a word at the end of the phrase due to lack of air. I knew he had to be mentally scolding himself. But I’d thought it was flawless. He’d done it. He was Harry Styles, rockstar.
God… I’m eyeing that V route… So bad… does that mean that whatever happened during the Secret Ending is being scrapped… because if that’s the case, I would be so happy. Like V’s secret ending killed me, that was the only time I cried while playing the game LMAO. Like I was so sad– I wanted to save him!!! Cheritz please this is such a blessing, wow I was having such a crappy day, but this wow. My mood instantly switched. I will give my life to Cheritz bye.
2.“don’t go I can’t be alone.” 29.“the problem is, if I kiss you, I don’t know that i’d be able to stop.” 38.“wow that was deep, like deeper than the pacific.” Requested by @wckedheart
“what do you guys think you’re doing?” My new friend Liam Dunbar asked me and our other friend Mason.
“me? i’m agreeing with you, i’m being agreeable.” Mason said his eyes not leaving number 28 on the opposing team.
“I’m gawking.” I said honestly.
Brett Talbot was everything your parents warned you about, he was hot with an attitude. A bad boy, and he played the part very well.
“you think he’s hot don’t you?” Liam said disgustedly.
“no, no of course not.” Mason said looking at Liam.
“yes.” I said quickly.
“He wants to break me in half.” Liam said looking at the beautiful boy now too.
“please like he could.” I scoffed.
I wasn’t talking about Brett’s fighting abilities or stroking Liam’s ego, I was talking about the fact that Liam was a werewolf. I being Stiles little sister got him to trust me. Mason and Liam were talking but something else caught my attention. It was Garrett, and I could’ve swore he was looking at Brett. I ran over to the Devenford Prep side earning confused glances from Mason and Liam. Brett looked utterly confused when I came up to him.
“hi uh you don’t know me but I have a question.” I started looking at the tall boy.
He looked even more handsome up close if that was even possible.
“uh what?” He asked confused.
I turned around and Garrett was definitely glaring now. I could feel myself getting more nervous by the second. Garrett was a assassin and I had a feeling he was going to go after Liam tonight. I think Brett might be in on it.
“are you okay?” Brett asked turning me around so I was looking at him.
“no, uh just a silly question, you’ve never killed anyone for money have you?”
As soon as the words left my lips I rolled my eyes. I seriously did not just ask him that. Brett started to laugh.
“you’re cute.” He said laughing.
“so is that a yes, or..”
“no I’ve never killed anyone for money.” He said laughing again.
I could feel the heat rush to my cheeks as I walked away. Liam ran up to me giving me a really confused look.
“he’s never killed anyone for money.” I said shrugging my shoulders.
“why would you think he has?” Liam said looking at me like I was crazy.
Scott and I both thought Liam was the one he was after, but we didn’t tell him that. Liam wasn’t even on the list yet, but he would be and we all knew it. Lydia just needed to crack the next part of the list.
“no reason, now go out there and kick butt!” I said patting him on the shoulder.
I walked to the bleachers sitting down. I saw Violet in the stands laughing and talking to her friends like she wasn’t some psychotic nut job. The game started and Brett wasn’t taking it easy on Liam. I didn’t blame him, Liam did have some anger issues. I kept my eyes on Garrett the entire time. That’s when it happened. Garrett crashed into Liam and Brett. Brett was groaning on the field and was taken away by paramedics. I figured Liam used his werewolf strength on Brett. I looked back to check on Violet but she was gone. I ran up to where her friends were sitting.
“hey where did Violet go, I uh have something that belongs to her.” I asked forcing the fakest smile I could manage.
“she went to the bathroom, she’ll be right back.” Her friend said rolling her eyes at me.
I ran a fast as I could into the school. Liam was never the target of tonight, it was Brett. That’s why Garrett was looking at him, Brett was a supernatural creature, and Violet was going to kill him. I walked in seeing the bodies of the paramedics on the floor. I ran in the boys locker room where Brett was laying on the floor groaning in pain.
“Brett are you okay?” I asked going over and dropping down next to him.
Brett looked behind me with wide eyes. I felt something hard hit the back of my head. I could feel my vision start to get cloudy.
“what did you do to me?” Brett asked trying to get away.
“It’s a rare form of wolfsbane, it won’t kill you, but this will.” Violet said snapping her necklace to reveal the thermo cut wire.
She kicked Brett down so he couldn’t get away. All I could do was sit there helplessly as Violet was about to kill him.
“you’re worth a lot of money Brett.” She said wrapping the wire around his neck.
Brett’s screams of pain were the last thing I heard before my vision went black. I woke up later to someone shaking me.
“y/n wake up!” I heard a voice say.
I opened my eyes to see Scott leaning over me.
“are you okay?” Scott asked helping me sit up.
I looked behind him seeing Violet.
“Scott watch out!” I screamed.
Violet wrapped the wire around his neck pulling.
“Garrett insisted we go after the beta but why not the alpha.” She said pulling tighter.
Scott flashed his alpha eyes pulling at the wire around his neck. He turns around growling at Violet, throwing her into the wall. That was when Brett started to violently shake.
“we have to get him to Deaton’s!” I said trying to help Brett.
Derek and Stiles rushed in the locker room picking up Brett.
“you guys go, I’ll talk to the cops and make sure Violet doesn’t go anywhere.” Scott said looking at the knocked out girl.
Derek drove while Stiles and I sat in the back with Brett. Brett was still shaking violently.
“Derek you need to hurry!” I yelled trying to hold Brett.
We arrived at Deaton’s jumping out of the car. Now Brett was foaming yellow stuff out of his mouth. We lay him on Deaton’s table trying to control his convulsing.
“what the hell is wrong with this kid?” Stiles asked struggling to hold him.
“wolfsbane, she poisoned him.” I told Deaton walking over to his tools with him.
“alright we’ll have to cut him open for the poison to get out, but you need to hold him still or the incision could kill him.” Deaton said grabbing a scalpel.
“yeah Derek how about some werewolf strength?” Stiles said losing his grip on Brett.
“in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not the only one with werewolf strength here.” Derek growled.
“hold him still!” Deaton yelled bringing the scalpel closer to his chest.
“I can’t, he’s slipping!” Stiles yelled losing his grip on Brett.
Brett got up sending Derek, Stiles, and Deaton to the floor.
“Brett Stop!” I screamed.
He stopped, looking at me. He turned back around to run but Peter punched him in the face knocking him out. Deaton and I ran over to him. I held his hand while Deaton cut his chest open, releasing a cloud of yellow smoke.
“will he be okay?” I asked stroking his hair.
“yeah he’ll be out for awhile though.” Deaton said helping Stiles pick him up.
We sat him back on the exam table.
“we need to go find Scott.” Stiles said gesturing to me and Derek.“
"you guys go, he should have someone to explain all this when he wakes up. I said pulling up a chair to sit beside him.
Stiles and Derek left leaving me alone with an unconscious Brett. I put my head down on the table still feeling a little woozy from getting hit. I slowly felt my eyes fluttering shut. I woke up to Brett jolting up off the table.
"what happened to me?” He asked panicking.
“Brett look at me, you’re going to be okay. Just sit down and we’ll talk about everything.” I said grabbing his hand.
He let me take him back to the table to sit down. He didn’t let go of my hand though. I explained everything to him, about the deadpool, the assassins, everything that we have figured out so far.
“so somebody is killing us for money?” He asked looking in my eyes.
I shook my head giving him a moment to take in everything.
“i’m going to get Deaton.” I said hopping off the table.
Brett quickly pulled me back to him.
“don’t go, I can’t be alone.” He said pulling me in his arms.
“of course i’ll stay, Brett someone just tried to kill you for a million dollars.” I said wrapping my arms around him too.
“Wait, i’m worth a million dollars?” He said looking up to meet my eyes.
“yep, a million, you must be special.” I said laughing at the look he gave me.
“wow y/n that was deep, like deeper than the pacific.” He said laughing.
“I’m just telling you what I see.” I said smiling at him.
I didn’t realize we were still wrapped in each others arms.
“are you okay?” I asked looking down at him.
“I will be.”
We were just looking at each other. I saw Brett looking at my lips, so I started to lean down resting my lips on top of his, but Brett pulled away.
“is there a problem?” I asked pulling away looking at him.
“the problem is, if I kiss you, I don’t know that I’d be able to stop.” Brett said smirking.
I bent down putting my lips on his. He stood up so he was now leaning down to kiss me.
“you’re cute.” He said once he pulled away.
I could hear someone clearing their throat. I looked over at my brother Stiles, knowing that he fully saw what just happened.
“and I’m dead.” I chuckled grabbing Brett’s hand and preparing to face the wrath of my brother.
so I want to explain how I do my requests. I try to do them in order of when they were requested but with dialogue prompts you have to think about the context in which the characters are saying those things and the events that lead up to them. When making my prompts it’s easier to put certain lines with certain characters so sometimes I have to really think about the writing piece. I promise i’m not forgetting about you if I haven’t done yours yet, it just means you’re challenging my writing and that’s cool because it gives me room to expand! Thank you for over 200 followers!
i know it’s not even been a month since i quit tumblr and deleted my account altogether (which was very impulsive on my part, known that i could have dealt with the situation in other proper ways), but i had gotten used to tumblr so much, that it kinda felt like a part of my life??? so, i’m here to stay for a little while longer. hopefully, i’ll get back to writing soon - just not yet, bc i’m still feeling a little let down by all the hate.
if any of you know me, a little signal boost would help to spread the word!?
Ever since the day Chris met you he knew you were going to leave an impact in his life. To this day, he actually remembers the scenario you met in perfectly to every little detail. It was a cloudy day and little five year old Christoffer had chosen to go out and hang out in the park close to his home. He was used to play a fireman there alone, which was exactly what he had planned to do but then his eyes landed on you.
You didn’t remember anything from that day or that specific moment, but Chris did. You were playing in the sandbox, building what looked like a castle with the help of your red wooden shovel. Chris was intrigued by your presence, slowly walking closer and closer to you. He found it odd that someone was in his park and in his sandbox and on top of all that it was a girl. Weren’t girls supposed to stay inside and play princesses?
This was the part he always teased you about, no matter the situation you were in he talked to you about it. You were pretty sure at his death bed he’d still be talking about it. Chris was apparently about to reach out to you, when you suddenly had turned around to slap him with your shovel in the forearm. Little Chris hadn’t even been that upset about it, which you highly doubted, and had started to talk to you.
That basically was how you met, and shortly after that you became inseparable. Everyone knew that you were a package deal and would do anything for each other. Some found it annoying, some found it cute. Many had mistaken your friendship for an actual relationship, including your parents.
You felt somewhat anxious when the subject of you and Chris dating came up, since you knew Christoffer’s feelings towards you were strictly platonic. Or so you thought, Chris felt like laughing every time he realized how much he liked you. Hell, he was pretty sure he was way past the liking phase and was slowly but surely falling in love, a thing that he didn’t believe in.
By the time you got in high school, Chris was asked to join The Penetrators. Things had changed since, he became a complete fuckboy and you learnt to push your feelings towards Christoffer aside and even got a boyfriend. Chris on the other hand just basically went from one girl to another, never letting things get too serious since it wouldn’t be right when he had feelings for someone else.
Christoffer loathed your boyfriend and the fact that he had feelings for you wasn’t even the biggest reason for it. You deserved much better than that tool, who was probably just using you. Chris did everything humanly possible to not let his feelings about the relationship show, but you knew him and picked up on it pretty quickly. He was glad that you never got mad at him for it and were actually understanding. Another quality of yours he loved.
And one day, all those things he thought about your boyfriend were proven right. You had called him and asked if it was okay if you came over, Chris immediately responding ’yes of course’ and basically pushing his guests out of his place.
He could’ve sworn his heart broke the instant he opened the door, your normal state of cheerfulness and kindness gone and replaced with tear stained cheeks. Chris wasn’t dumb, he immediately knew what had happened and he was boiling with anger, he might’ve even been furious. At that moment he knew that getting angry was useless, when all you needed was someone to comfort you. Chris gave you an apologetic smile before pulling you in a hug, his arms carefully wrapped around your waist, drawing soothing circles to your back.
Chris held you for a good 15 minutes, not caring if people in the streets could see the scene. When you managed to calm down, you pulled away from Chris and saw that his once gray sweater was soaked through and had mascara stains on it. It was your turn to give him an apologetic smile, he just shook his head and told you ’it’s okay’.
He motioned for you to come in, closing the door behind when you did. You sat on his couch as he went in the kitchen to get you tissues so you’d look less like a panda. He came back quickly, holding the tissues towards you along with a cup of tea which you gladly took. Chris hesitated for a moment not sure if sitting next to you was the best option, before deciding against and just go for it.
Silence fell in the room, you were getting your thoughts together whilst carefully sipping on your tea and Chris was just waiting to see if you’d speak up, he didn’t except anything though. It actually surprised him when you started talking.
”I saw with another girl. You were right Chris and I was dumb enough to not believe you, I’m sorry.” You said, avoiding his gaze because truthfully you were ashamed. He didn’t like the guy and had had the guts to tell you why, you were stupid enough to not believe him.
Christoffer furrowed his eyebrows together in confusion. You were smart, or at least smart enough to not blame yourself for things that happened despite what you did. Chris realized that he had been quiet for a long time and you had started to stress.
”No, no, no, no, it’s not your fault,” he hurriedly told you as you turned to look at him. Your eyes were still red from the crying and there still was smudged mascara on your face, despite all that he found you beautiful. ”You’re smart, you know this is not your fault. He’s an ass and you’re better off without him. I could’ve been completely wrong about him, but you chose to trust him because that’s what you do in relationships. This particular guy wasn’t the right one for you, but someone else is and I sincerely hope you’ll find him soon.”
You smiled weakly at Chris, still feeling a little down. Chris was right, he almost always was. You were thankful for having him even as only a friend, even though you wanted so much more. Chris pulled you closer for another hug, you were glad he did. Even when things got complicated Chris was always there. You hadn’t realized how tired you were until you started to feel yourself fall asleep in his arms. It felt right, like this was the place you belonged in.
Chris looked at you peacefully sleep in his arms, his cheeks flushing a bit. He couldn’t believe how lucky he had gotten to get a best friend like you and get the chance to fall for you. Moments later, he could feel his eyelids get heavy, him now falling asleep too. His grip was tight enough to keep you in place, your head on his shoulders.
All of that had happened a week ago now, neither one of you really talking. You were the first one to wake up that day, your cheeks flushing red when you found yourself cuddling with him. You’ll admit you could’ve handled things differently, you simply untangled your self his tight grip careful enough to not wake him up and left. You felt horrible for it, but Chris never came forward to you concerning the matter.
Chris felt like he had done something wrong, but he was too nervous to talk to you about it. It did hurt him a bit when he saw that you were gone that morning, but he had done that too to many people and it didn’t feel nice. It probably was karma or something like that, he thought. Chris sighed loudly when he heard the doorbell ring. Maybe if he ignored it whoever is trying to get in would give up and go, but much to his discomfort that didn’t happen. He opened the door, only to see you once again behind it. He was surprised to say the least.
”I’m sorry I just practically barged in with no notice or anything, but I really need to talk to you.” Chris could tell you were nervous, so he just nodded and let you come in. He gave you an excepting look, waiting for you to explain your sudden visit when you hadn’t talked in a week.
”I’m really sorry for leaving you then, it was wrong. I guess I just got nervous, you make me nervous in general, but like in a good way and I had planned out a whole speech but now I’m completely ruining it by blabbering,” you told him quickly, the rush in your tone surprising yourself too. Over the span of the week in which you and Chris didn’t talk, you had realized how strong your feelings towards him were. You talked about it to Noora, who convinced you to just tell Chris even though it might not end up well. And that was what you were trying to do right now, come clean to him about your feelings except that it had gone much more smoothly whilst rehearsing in your room.
”I really like you Chris and I want to be with you and I totally understand if you don’t feel the same.” You said, only now daring to look up at Chris. Your eyes went wide when you saw his expression, his eyes were beaming with admiration and love, a dorky smile plastered on his perfectly carved face.
That was all the confirmation you needed to know he felt the same way. Your heart was racing when he placed his hand on the small of your back to pull you closer. His face was inches apart from yours, his breath fanning over your face. And then he leaned in, tenderly capturing your lips in his. You both poured all the feelings you had ever had in that kiss.
It didn’t feel weird like you had anticipated at first, it felt normal. It felt like after years of pushing back your feelings, pieces of the puzzle were finally getting in the right place, as it was meant to be. Chris was the one to pull away, the smile he previously had still on his face.
”Can you believe how much of a cliché we are?” Chris said, earning a laugh from you. It was true, but neither one would want it to be any other way. You were both happy and eager to make this work. Maybe your destiny was to become best friends and fall in love. Maybe, just maybe you were soulmates.
that were by now staring at me were burning into my skin like fire. I felt my
cheeks heat up and at the same time, I felt unbelievably happy. It was true, I
was Dan Howell’s girlfriend and nothing could make me smile wider.
Dan.” Tiffany laughed joylessly while touching my boyfriend’s biceps.
moved further away from her and wiped his lips with the sleeves of his sweater.
joking. Y/N and I have been dating for nearly 2 months now.” Dan insisted, dead
why didn’t you tell anybody about it? Were you embarrassed by her?” Tiffany’s
high voice that was drenched with mockery and sarcasm rang in my ear, awakening
the desire to slap her grin off her face.
tell you because a) we’re not friends and b) it’s non of your business.” Dan
shut her up, his on point come back made the room grow silent.
me while I get my girlfriend a drink.” He said right before he got up.
had held his hand out for me and I reached for it, he pulled me onto my feet.
As we walked to the kitchen together I could still feel curious eyes burn into
my back but I really couldn’t care less.
The guy who
threw the party stored all of the drinks in the kitchen and Dan was given the
permission to get whatever he wanted. The kitchen was completely empty when we
walked in, I immediately hopped onto the counter and let my legs dangle in the
air while Dan went over to the refrigerator.
like beer?” Dan asked me, holding up two bottles while raising his eyebrows.
“I don’t know, I have actually never tried it.”
I admitted with a shy laugh.
time then, right?” He asked me before he opened the bottles.
you have to drink it for me if it tastes disgusting.” I told him before I took
the beer he was holding out for me.
I took a
little sip of the dark liquid, it tasted a little bit bitter but it wasn’t too
bad. Still, I wasn’t sure if I could actually finish the whole bottle.
suddenly asked me, sounding a bit worried.
asked, unsure of what he was going to say.
mad at me?” he then simply asked.
I blinked a
few times in confusion.
I be mad?” I wanted to know, still not understanding what he meant.
Tiffany. That she kissed me.” He spoke quietly like he was feeling really bad
nearly forgotten that it had actually happened. Tiffany kissed my boyfriend,
sure she didn’t know that we were dating and it was a dare but still. Now that
I remembered it, I did feel a little bit down. Dan was with me and I should be
the only one who got to kiss him.
sorry, Y/N. I tried to stop her before it happened but she was so fast and then
it was too late.” Dan rambled unstoppably. I could really tell how sorry he
“It wasn’t your
fault. We should have just told everybody in the first place.” I thought out
loud. It was true I did feel relieved now that we didn’t have to hide anymore.
wait to show you off to all of my friends.” Dan said with a wink, making me
smile and blush at the same time.
his tall body closer to mine before I wrapped my arms around his neck. Since I
was still sitting on top of the kitchen counter he was now standing between my
legs. ‘He is so beautiful’ I thought to myself as I stared into his chocolate
“Nobody else gets to kiss you.” I whispered
right before I connected our lips and felt my heart jump up and down at the
Dan smiled into the kiss and everything was alright again.
minutes later Dan had finished his and the last bit of my beer and we decided
to join the people on the dance floor.
the music was way too loud the DJ played some good songs from time to time and
I just danced and felt free. Both, me and Dan weren’t really the best dancers
in the world so we tried our best and mostly just fooled around and invented
new ridiculous dance moves.
I was a
little bit out of breath when I excused myself to go to the bathroom.
you.” Dan whined, making me laugh and roll my eyes.
into Jessica from chemistry class again in the bathroom.
you tell me that you are dating Dan Howell?!” she squealed and hugged me
had a bit of alcohol running through her veins but she looked so excited that I
just had to smile at her.
“You are so
lucky, Y/N. He is such a gem.” She giggled on her way out of the bathroom,
making me grin.
some cold water on my face, exhausted from all of the dancing me and Dan did.
After one last glance at my reflection in the mirror I decided to walk back to
my boyfriend who was waiting for me on the dancefloor.
before I could reach Dan I heard somebody say my name which made me instantly turn
Are you enjoying yourself?” Drew, a jock I barely knew from school asked me.
I answered brusquely not really interested in talking to him.
realized that you look so hot.” He straight up flirted with me. He got much
closer to me than I wanted him to. I was feeling quite uncomfortable and
annoyed. The only thought I was able to think was ‘Get away from him’.
“I gotta go
find my boyfriend.” I warned him and tried to storm away, but he held me back
by my arm.
think Howell wants to see you right now.” Drew said with an evil smirk while
gesturing to where Dan was waiting for me. He wasn’t alone though, Tiffany was
standing right next to him.
getting shamelessly close to him and from her body language I could tell that
she was obviously flirting with him. Her hand was wandering up and down his
chest and although Dan repeatedly tried to push her away she wouldn’t stop.
even here.” I could hear Tiffany purr and I was raging with anger.
not interested in you at all. I like Y/N!” Dan shouted so loud that a few
people turned their heads.
I was about
to strut over to her and slap that flirtatious smile off her face. Dan wasn’t
able to do that because he would never hit a girl but I surely could. Although I
wanted to do it so badly I was still held back by Drew’s firm grip.
tried to free myself but I wasn’t strong enough. I was sure by now that Tiffany
talked Drew into doing this. I was angry and scared at the same time and I felt
you let go of her?” A guy behind me bellowed, coming to my rescue.
removed his hands from my arm in surprise and shock.
Two Halves of a Perfect Whole
[Chriseva/Post 4.10/Future fic]
Dedicated to @giishere, the lovely anon who requested the fic and whose idea coincided with mine and the millions and millions of the still hurt, but nowadays mostly bitter Chriseva fans who will never find canon peace for our favourite characters and our favourite OTP.
A/N - Sorry it took so long. It was supposed to be about 1k of fluff but it ended up being more like 7.6k and got kind of bittersweet and plotty by the end.
Eva went to Sana’s Eid party with Chris but they left separately. It
wasn’t really a surprising turn of events; deep down it was a scenario Eva was
kind of expecting even if she herself hadn’t realized it at the time. She knew
it was going to happen eventually and she thought being proven right would give
her a sense of validation, but instead she was just left with a strange feeling
deep inside her gut that she couldn’t explain. It couldn’t have anything to do
with Chris, could it?
Instead, she found herself walking home that night with Jonas. The
bitter part of Eva nearly laughed at the irony, but the present Eva was still
lost in the euphoria of everything.
She’d been proven right by Chris that he was still a fuckboy and he was
obviously not ready to settle down with her or anyone at that point in time.
She laughed then and she’s still laughing a little on the inside, but deep
down, strange feelings were lingering in the corner of her spirit like an itch
that just wouldn’t go away, and a sense of hurt that she never wanted to
experience again. Mostly she was disappointed that she put herself in that
She feels Jonas’s warm hands slip into hers and she turns just in time
to see his smiling face gazing down at her. His face is still so comforting in
a familiar way and this whole scene is just dripping with bittersweet nostalgia
that Eva nearly choked on it.
Jonas moves in to kiss her and she reciprocates. His kiss is forceful
and wild; she feels herself subconsciously taking a step back because of
Jonas’s body pushing up against her, and she has to catch herself when her heel
finds the edge of the curb. Jonas has always been vigorous in his kisses with
her, almost like he was marking his territory against other males and claiming
her with his lips in a way, instead of being present in the moment with her as
he should have been. When they were kissing, Jonas was always subconsciously
trying to dominate her, pushing her up against the wall and making her take a
step back. It was fun when she was younger, when she still didn’t realize her
own worth, when she thought Jonas could do much better and that she was lucky
he chose her.
It was different with Chris. For a guy who spends most of his free time
hooking up and making out with girls, Chris was surprisingly gentle with his
kisses and respectful with his whole body language. Eva never felt dominated
when she was kissing Chris. It was never anything that happened consciously but
Eva always felt in control when they were together, whether it involved them
kissing or having sex. No matter how passionate their kissing moments would be,
the second Eva even showed a hint of hesitation or physically pulled back, no
matter how miniscule the action would be, Chris would stop immediately. His
eyes would find hers as if asking ‘is everything okay’ without him actually
saying the words.
When she was kissing Chris, Eva always felt like the dominant one which
she hadn’t realized until this moment how much she took that feeling for
She hears Jonas’s question and comes back to the present just in time to
see him pull back, taking a step back to just watch her with a half confused,
half amused look.
“I’m okay,” she says. “Just thinking.”
“Well, don’t strain yourself,” Jonas says with a laugh, the words
flowing out like it comes absolutely naturally to him and in that moment Eva
finally really looks at him.
Her eyes study him up and down intently, concentrating on every part of
him like she was picking him apart cell by cell under a microscope; his hair
has grown, his face has matured but he’s still exactly the same. The
same smile, the same laugh and the same condescending comment said like it is
just second nature to him. Perhaps it is.
Eva can’t believe it, somehow she’s found herself in the exact same
position she started: with Jonas at her side, making snide comments and
belittling her intellect and being so completely nonchalant about it.
She almost can’t find the words when she opens her mouth to speak.
She steels herself and looks him straight in the eye. “I…I can’t. I’m
sorry, but I can’t do this again.”
His eyebrows narrow slightly, not so much in anger, more like he’s
trying hard to make sense of the situation. His face stripped of all traces of
humour that were there just a second ago. “What do you mean? I thought—”
“I—I know what you thought, and I thought it too, but…this is a mistake.
I can’t do this again. I just…I just can’t.”
“And you’re telling me this now?” he asks, looking upset and a little
angry at the same time, but mostly just confused, probably as confused as Eva
feels deep down. “After I let Emma go home with your boyfriend.”
That was the comment that sealed it for Eva; in that moment, she squared
her shoulders and took her stand on the ground. “Chris isn’t my boyfriend, but
Emma was your girlfriend and you cheated on her with me, just like you
cheated on Ingrid with me, just like Chris cheated on Iben with me. Seems like
I’m always destined to be the Scarlet Woman no matter what story it is,” she
scoffs, more to herself than to anyone else.
“This was a mistake,” she interrupts quickly. “I’m sorry for leading you
on, for being led on by you, but this never should have happened in the first
place. I was scared and I ran and somehow I always end up back at the beginning
of my tragic story, but not anymore,” she says. “I’m sorry, but it’s over.
This…whatever this is—whatever this could be. I can’t put myself in this
Jonas exhales through his nose, his eyes closed as if in deep thought.
“Okay,” he says, and ‘okay’ is the only thing Eva really wanted to hear.
She leaves and she doesn’t look back at Jonas’s form standing under the
streetlight watching her receding back disappear in the distance.
Her heart is pounding in her chest but for the first time she finally
feels completely free; like whatever spell Jonas had on her is finally truly
Her mom isn’t home so once again she has the whole house completely to
herself, but as usual, she finds herself locked away in her room, knees pulled
up to her chest on the bed, sulking. Her bed feels strangely empty with just
her in it.
The sudden knock at her window is unexpected, and Eva nearly jumps out
of her skin when the thumping sound startles her out of her thoughts.
She finds Chris and his grin at the window looking stupidly back at her
when she hops off the bed to peek over to see who it is, and Eva isn’t sure if
she wants to laugh or punch him out in that moment.
“Evening,” he greets as he slides in with too much stealth and
sneakiness than is appropriate for someone coming into a girl’s bedroom at
night while she’s home alone.
Lunchtime Drabble: See Me (8/?) Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Fem!Reader, Kirk x Fem!Reader Word Count: 661 Series Warnings: Some swearing, mention of death, a few injuries. Series Masterlist so you can catch up!
You woke up alone in your bed.
“Leonard?” You softly say, reaching your hand out searching the bed.
“I’m here, Y/N,” he responds from near where the table sat. The scraping of the chair on the floor indicated he got up and three steps later, the bed dipped with his weight and his warm hand covered yours. “How are you feeling, darlin’?”
↠ Asked: ❝Hello, may i get a joshua fluff scenario where you’re trying to be mad at him so you ignore him but hes being extra affectionate, like kissing your face all over and trying to hug you? thank you youre writing is so good❞
↠ Members: Joshua x reader
↠ Genre: angst to fluff
↠ Word count: 1000+
You had just woken up, and instinctively you reach your arm out for him, but he isn’t there. Still groggy, you just decide on waiting before coming to any assumptions, and just accept it as what it is.
You sit up and rub your eyes, yawning and stretching your back a little. When you finally open your eyes to look around, you see a small piece of colour on the bedside table; a note. Leaning over and reading it, you see it says “Good morning sweetheart, I’ve gone out to get groceries! ~Joshua” with a little smiley face after his name.
The smile he drew made you smile too, and your mood picks up a little, giving you a boost to get out of bed. You stand up at stretch your arms out as you shuffle over to go freshen up in the washroom.
As soon as you step in and shut the door you splash some water on your face, hoping it wakes you up more, and it does. Then, you hear the front door open, but no other noise afterwards.
“Joshua?” you call out and pat your face dry with a towel as you wait for a response. Nothing.
“Joshua, is that you?” All you hear in response is a deep voice denying it with a simple word: No.
You wait a second, confused, unsure if it’s actually him or not, and try forming another question as you grow a little scared. “Who- who..?”
With the following sound of hard footsteps coming towards the door, you lock it, and press your body against it, feeling safer in that way. With a loud, deep, demanding voice, you are told to open the door. Without your knowing, he was covering his mouth trying his hardest not to laugh.
This voice sounded nothing like Joshua and by this point it had you shaking. When you said and did nothing, he began to realize his mistake.
“B-Baby, I’m kidding, it’s just me~” he coos in his sweet voice and finally lets out the laugh he was holding. Although he knew he probably scared you a little, he thought it would be no big deal, and headed off towards the kitchen.
Once you calm down again and hear him heading off, you unlock the door and sneak out back to the bedroom. Still a little anxious, and out of habit, you start quickly remaking the bed. “I got you something while I was out~” you hear him call in the process.
With another minute of silence, he really knew he messed up. He takes a break from putting the groceries back and wanders over to the bedroom, forming a pout to go with his big eyes.
“Are you mad at me, baby? I’m sorry..” he shuffles his way closer to you and reaches out his arms. You fix up the corner of the blanket near you and walk around him and to the other side of the bed, regardless of the fact that you already straightened it up.
He waits a moment before coming up to you again, this time not hesitating before pulling you into a hug from behind, and pressing his cheek against yours. “I don’t want my cutie pie to be mad at me..”
You let go of the pillow you were propping up and lean your head away from his as you squirm around, trying to get out of his grip. Once you’re facing him more than facing away, he tightens his grip again, pulling your chest against his. You look away again but that only causes him to grip your chin and tilt it towards him, making you look up into his eyes.
You look up at him with a blank expression. “What?” you ask. A cute smile spreads across his face, making his cheeks puff out a little. His hand is still on your chin, holding you there. After a soft “I love you” from him, he starts pecking your lips playfully.
Holding back a smile it almost caused, you lean back and turn your head away. Again, you try squirming out of his grip and it proves successful this time. You shake your head and walk from the bedroom and out into the living room.
He stays back as the smile fades from his face; you have never resisted his kisses before. He must have scared you a lot more than he had realized.
You still feel your heart beating a little fast from his prank as you sit down on the couch and grab a pillow to hug on to, half hiding your face in it as well. You don’t notice until he sits down beside you that he followed you there. With your eyes still showing, you looked at him as he started doing small, cute expressions and poses with his face.
“I’m sorry darling, my love, my sunshine-” he continues calling you a different name between each expression he does. Once the temptation of smiling came up, you shove the pillow from your arms into his chest and stand up.
“You really scared me, Joshua.” You cross your arms and sigh. “And just apologizing won’t work. Just- just..” You groan and lean your head back, not knowing what to say. He puts the pillow down and pouts again as he stands up and comes over to you.
“Just let me kiss those lips?” he asks almost inaudibly. You simply look at him with your frustrated expression as he gently grabs hold of your hips, pulling himself to you. Seeing your expression, he pulls a hand away to squeeze his own cheek, earning a soft chuckle from you.
He smiles and kisses your cheek, pulling away and watching you intently. When all he sees is your smile widening and you whining, he hops a little and starts covering your face in kisses. Your cheeks, forehead, chin and nose, all before kissing your lips lovingly.
You kissed him back eagerly, and it went on like that for a while, and he smiled into the kiss, purely glad knowing you have forgiven him.
was the evening of the day that marked your first decade married to
Saeyoung. You had just had a lovely dinner, that you had cooked
together, and were now relaxing in your home, settling down to
exchange presents on the living room couch. You were having a
well-earned peaceful night on your anniversary, while Saeran babysat
your kids at his place.
can’t believe it’s been ten years…” you smiled, holding out a
shoe-box shaped present to your husband.
neither,” he grinned back, trading your box for his own, “…I
didn’t even think I’d still be alive, by now.”
that,” you chided, poking him in the ribs, “We are focusing on
being happy, today!”
happy!” he protested, “Happy to be with you!”
please,” you smiled, gesturing towards his box, “Open it! Open