Prompt: Bill is taking you to Sweden to see his family
Note: I got nothing. Enjoy. XD!
You were nervously fiddling with anything you could find in your reach. Your necklaces, your bracelets, going on the phone, scrolling through the channels in the small tvs, anything to avoid looking outside the window.
You were rather nervous since not only was this the first time you were on an airplane flying out of the country, but you were flying to see your boyfriend Bill Skarsgård’s family. Yes, the famous Swedish family of famous and well known actors were awaiting for your arrival.
This was the first time you’d be meeting them in person, obviously your boyfriend had told them about you a lot and how beautiful and sweet and kind you are. From what you knew Bill’s parents were Stellan and My Skarsgård who had give birth to his older brothers Alexander, Gustaf, and Sam before him and then his little sister Eija and his younger brother Valter.
You were bouncing your leg making the mistake of looking out the window at the dark clouds as the air plane shook from turbulence. You squeaked and gripped onto the arms of the chairs tightly taking sharp breaths.
You felt like you were about to have a panic attack. However a gentle, assuring hand took yours and you looked over to see Bill was looking at you concerned.
“You okay?” He asked.
You gulped and nodded. Bill knew this was your first time flying and gently brushed his thumb against your tense knuckles. Half an hour later the captain announced they were going to landing soon and you sighed in relief only to feel anxiety grow again about meeting the Skarsgård family.
What if they didn’t like you?
What if they thought you were ugly and open about it?
What if they would laugh about how Bill had decided to marry an American girl who didn’t even look pretty?
“Mm? I’m fine.” You lied.
“Your nervous about meeting my family, are you?” He said softly.
“A little…” You sighed.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ve sent pictures and Mum said that I picked a beautiful women…and she wasn’t kidding.” Bill said continuing to brush your knuckles.
You blushed lightly at his comments and he chuckled since he liked to make you do that a lot. Sure enough you landed and just as expected Bill’s family were standing there waiting. As soon he walked over they started speaking in their foreign language making you shift uncomfortably, especially when Bill’s father pointed towards you.
“(Name), c'mere!” Bill called.
You nodded and went towards Bill’s side. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him making you feel a little comfortable.
“Hello, you must be (Name)?” My asked.
You nodded and she smiled before holding her hands out, “Welcome to the family.”
After the airport drive you and Bill were constantly asked questions about America and how your health and if you were married or a baby on the way (which really turned your face red). The whole time Bill was comfortingly holding your hand allowing you to quickly build some confidence to talk.
You finally arrived to the house and smiled when you noticed they had a trampoline and a pool with a hot tub. You wanted to jump off the trampoline into the pool but pretended not to notice them since this was someone else’s home.
It was more of a mansion-home then a house-home really. Alex was a gentleman and offered to take your suitcase which you accepted since you knew he was just trying to show off to his parents. As soon as you walked in you took your shoes off and Bill lead you around letting you know where the bathrooms and offices and other rooms were.
He finally arrived to his room and sighed as he looked at all of it. Old band posters hung on the wall, the bed was tucked and pressed wrinkle free, a computer with a desk in the corner, two walk in closets, and a beautiful view outside the window.
You walked over to sit on the bed and stare in awe at the crystal clear water in the pool that looked like it came from the Mediterranean Sea. You were in so much awe you didn’t realize Bill was kissing your cheek to get your attention.
You turned towards him and saw him smile, “Sorry about that with my mother. She’s a bit of a pain when it comes to wanting kids and being a grandmother.”
“Well maybe if you kneel down and ask the question I’ll accept.” You teased.
“Me kneel?” Bill scoffed pushing your shoulder gently.
You giggled as you two got into a play fight as he was gently trying to wrestle you to the bed. Eventually he had you pinned down by your wrists and he was sitting on your waist leaning over you.
You were giggling uncontrollably well Bill was breathing heavily from the struggle you put up. It was like one man trying to wrestle and pin down a snake.
“Does the winner get a prize?” He asked.
“Mmm. Depends if he deserves it or not.” You replied.
Bill laughed and leaned down to kiss you. After a few seconds he let go of your wrists to lean more on his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him down closer.
“Hey, I know mom wants a kid but you don’t have to listen to her.”
Bill quickly broke away to turn and see his brother Valter was standing there grinning like a cat. Bill threw a pillow towards him yelling at him to get out and his little brother laughed and said, “Alright, alright I’m going. I just came up here cuz Mum wants us down for dinner.”
With that Bills brother walked off leaving you two alone. Bill climbed off of you and helped you up before fixing your hair for you so it didn’t look like you were thinking of fulfilling Bills mothers wishes.
Bill was kind enough to lead you down to the kitchen and sat down at the table. Dishes were already served and it looked like a professional restaurant meal where the soup costs $30. Also you thought it was ironic the meal was Swedish meatballs on top of egg noddles with that light gravy.
You wanted to try Swedish food but…I guess that counted.
Definitely tasted better than the frozen boxed Swedish meatballs you can find in the frozen aisle section. When dinner was over you and Bill headed back upstairs and this time he lead you to your room which was the guest room.
It was just 3 doors down (heh, accidental references/puns :3 and wasn’t as big as his room but it was still much bigger than the normal houses guest rooms. There was a bathroom with a glass shower, a queen sized bed, a giant flat screen tv, and along with your suitcase Alex took, was a tacky shirt laying on the bed that said “I ❤️Sweden”.
You and Bill chuckled at it and you sat down on the oversized bed liking the smoothness of the silk sheets.
“Sorry about my family they’re…..strange, and just happy you had came here.” He apologized.
“Are you kidding me I love your family. I’m just happy they accepted me in.” You replied opening your suitcase.
You were just checking to make sure you had everything from your toiletries to your lingerie (that Bill was eyeing in a perverted way) and especially of course your clothes. Everything was in order and you had enough clothes to stay for 3 days as planned. Bill was lucky since he still had clothes over so all he needed to bring was a duffel bag with a few clothes and supplies.
“Well I’ll be in my room if you need anything okay?” He asked kissing your head.
“Okay.” You replied with a smile.
Later on it was midnight and you were in your guest room but you just couldn’t sleep due to that natural instinct of your brain wanting to remain awake since you were in new surroundings. You tossed and turned but you couldn’t sleep and you didn’t want to bug Bill and wake him up.
You guessed you were just used to sleeping with him at night. Grunting and groaning you climbed out of bed and trudged down the hallway trying to be quiet to not wake anyone up. You arrived to Bill’s door and gently turned it to see he was asleep snoring quietly.
You quietly shut the door and tiptoed to his bed before climbing in right next to him without trying to wake him up. A few minutes later you still couldn’t sleep and you were starting to get frustrated.
You tired that old trick of counting sheep but that didn’t help much either. When you were on sheep 236 you heard Bill’s voice laced with sleep asking, “What are you doing in my bed?”
You rolled over to face him and sighed softly before explaining, “I couldn’t sleep. I tried everything but nothing worked.”
“C'mere.” Bill said opening his arms.
You scooched over to his hug and as soon as his arms wrapped around you, you instantly felt like you were home. Sweden was Bill’s home, your home was in America, but in truth both of your homes were when you were in each others arms.
You snuggled close to him and smiled when you felt him gently kiss your forehead well stroking your hair.
The next couple of days Bill took you around Sweden to see the country. It was such a beautiful and perfect day to go to the beach and splash around in the water. You visited other famous tourist landmarks and went hiking and it was so perfect.
You even tried so many Swedish foods you never heard of before. As much as you loved it here and as much as you loved Bill’s family you sadly had to leave but you had gotten a few souvenirs to remember this place.
The plane ride home was thankfully less terrifying and shaky and you just leaned on Bills shoulder who was satisfied he had gotten his parent’s blessing to finally call you his for the rest of your life….
“Your breath smells like a sheep’s butt.”
“…..love you too.”
Epilogue: Last of isthecomets requests are done so now I can work on the others. I love getting requests from you guys. You guys are awesome for loving Bill. And thanx for reading! =3!
I got a question about drawing injuries, and I typed up a pretty lengthy response so I wanted to share it here as well.
I get asked a lot about hand strains and injuries, and it is something most artists have to face one time or another just because we work so hard for our dreams. I personally don’t get strains or injuries, both for art and for piano playing when I still majored in it, two main creative paths where hand/arm injuries are common. My hands rarely feel tired
and when they do, I stop drawing. So when I get asked, I usually can only offer the fact that you can find a lot of carpal tunnel exercises on google and there’s nothing else I know about relief exercises, other than I find that flinging my
hands also help loosen them up a bit.
The most important thing
about this issue is actually prevention rather than relief. I would like to believe this approach is what prevented me from getting injured–I’ve never really been a push through the pain type person, and glorifying suffering and pain as a sign of hard work is definitely unhealthy, as those are huge signals from your body telling you to stop. There are many
things that I know for sure strains your hands much more than anything else that I will list below, and I believe that, if it is possible for you, the most efficient way to deal with injury is to find out which of
these things is the cause and working around it.
The first big cause is posture; if your
arms have no support points (ie you have to hold your elbow up with your
muscles or tense your wrist to maintain stability) you will strain much
easier, just like how you get tired easier standing at an uncomfortable pose vs a well grounded one. So be sure to seat yourself so that you have somewhere to rest
your arm while drawing, while your body is at a relaxed angle with full support. For a normal tablet, rest your arm and wrist somewhere on the table or the tablet. For a Cintiq or tablet monitor, try having it upright so that your elbow can rest on your desk, and your wrist can rest on the cintiq screen, and you only need to use your fingers to control the pen.
The second cause is your grip on the
pen. This can be caused by your need for precision/speed of repetitive
movement/pressure. Line art, or cross hatching, or pressing hard to get
the darkness of the brush you need, are all high stress activities that
strains your hand much more than, say, rendering or putting down a base
painting. Knowing that, you can:
Use a higher brush opacity or turn off pressure sensitivity
for opacity to prevent yourself from having to press really hard to get brush
impact you want.
Go to your wacom tablet preferences if you have one, and
set the hardness of the brush so that it’s easier to get the brush
opacity/size you want. You want to have the problem of having to try to press lighter for
lighter lines, rather than having to press harder for darker/thicker lines. The latter strains much more than the former.
If your grip of the pen is too tight purely because the pen is slippery/too small for
you/hard to grip, such as old bamboo tablets, there are rubber tablet
pen paddings that you can buy online, or you can just use a layer of
masking tape all around the grip area to increase friction/grip comfort
and make it easier for yourself to hold your pen. A Cintiq or Intuos Pro pen is ideally what you want your pen to feel like: have friction on the surface so your fingers don’t slip, large enough so it rests and takes up space comfortably between your thumb and index fingers without you tensing and curling your hand inwards really hard, and shaped so that your grip is stopped right before the cone of the tip, preventing slipping.
cause is the schedule of your drawing. This may or may not be possible
to change because for a lot of us, a deadline is a deadline. But try to space your tasks so that you cycle between
intense, detailed, hand-straining work, and relaxing, loose, more
brainstorming work. The latter is excellent for hand rest while still being productive creative work. For example, if you are drawing comic pages, it
might make sense in terms of efficiency to sketch 10 pages, then ink 10
pages, then tone 10 pages. But when you are inking those 10 pages
consecutively, that’s when you give your hands no rest and your hand
will start to hurt a lot, while you have no choice but to push through the pain to get the work done. Instead, try to draw these pages one by one, or have a few
drawings at various stages of completion to rotate between. eg. you work
on inking drawing A, then when you feel your hands are strained, switch to
putting down loose underpainting for drawing B, switch back to inking
drawing A, then start brainstorming drawing C and think more/draw less. Give your hands some natural times to rest up with less intense work, and you get work done without
having to lose time by having to really stop drawing altogether.
As tempting as it is to try to feel like you are working as hard as you can to achieve your dreams and aspirations, while feeling guilty about resting/taking the more relaxing route, remember that your hands make your art possible, so treat them well!
I have a quick question does the Altens lines on there body go all the way down like what does it look like on the rest of the body I have only seen on the arms
I dig the sleeveless look my anon
//scribbles down// draw more Alteans in shorts.
This is my usually go to body markings design for Coran. Do Alteans get brain freeze?
I hc markings go full body and actually have a few different designs on how the body markings look like, but i’m lazy so when i finish drawing the body and everything I’m tired so i just draw in some stripes here and there.
Author: @dumbass-stilinski Rating: NSFW 18+ Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader Words: 2,958 AN: This is the last part! I hope you enjoyed this! Thanks to my child @celestial-writing for being up my ass about this fic lmao. Love you.
A/N: This is the last chapter to my Ahkmenrah serie. (A maid for Ahkmenrah, Unexpected, Gone) Make sure to check the other writings if you haven’t read them yet. Enjoy!
years. It had been three years since Ahkmenrah had last seen, kissed and held
his lover. Those three years without you were the most painful and agonizing
years that he had experienced. There had been no second that he was not
thinking about you. His mind was constantly consumed with thoughts about where
you had been and if you where okay. And the baby? Was it doing fine as well?
Ahkmenrah wished he would know the answers to his questions. Since your leaving,
there had developed a big questioning mark in Ahkmenrah’s head. Why did you go?
Why did you leave him behind?
young prince found out about your absence on that day three years ago, he sent
a troop of his guardians in order to search for you in the entire city. But unfortunately,
they had no luck. Ahkmenrah himself went to your parents’ house, kneeling down
in front of them in desperation, a prince on his knees asking them about your
whereabouts. But neither your parents had an idea. They were as clueless as
Ahkmenrah was. But to be honest, they had been very surprised as they found out
that their daughter was secretly dating the royal man in front of them. They
didn’t even expect that Ahkmenrah developed some interest in you. Your mother
was crying the whole time, worry consumed the poor woman because you left without
saying goodbye and without telling them where you were heading.
promised them to find you and bring you back home where you belonged. You
belonged to him, staying by his side. That was what you were supposed to do.
Not leaving him in deep oblivion and a broken heart.
guardians were looking for you for weeks. There was no corner, no alley and no
street they were missing. They even interrogated the people in the city, asking
them if they had seen or heard anything.
Ahkmenrah was so determined to find you, cost it what it wants. He
wanted you back. He was pressured to do things that he was no fan of. He
threatened his men not to come back to the palace if they had not found you. He
had no power to see his guardians coming back with empty hands. However, the
more time it took for the search, the more hopeless Ahkmenrah became. Sending
letters to other cities were his last hope but even those had not brought any
The young prince always locked himself in his
chamber, refusing to come out. It had been his only safe heaven because in there
he still felt your presence. So many memories had been made between those for
walls. Secret meetings at midnight, sweet and passionate love making sessions
and pillow talking afterwards until the sun would rise and you were obligated
to go were something you two were doing on regular basis. Ahkmenrah showed you
both sides of emotional and physical love. He loved and he cared. He never
failed to show these. And he was wondering how you could just throw all of this
away. The worse thing was also that you tore him away from his child. He had no
chance to hold his child in his arms and admire the creature that you two have
created with love. He would probably never get the opportunity because his
child was now a grown three year old. Three years. He missed three years of its
He was not
sure how he should react. One the one side he was mad, beyond mad. He could
have set up the entire city in flames. His body was filled with so much rage.
But on the other side he understood. You were probably too afraid and saw this
as the only way to escape a punishment.
Ahkmenrah would have done everything to protect you. Hell, he would have sacrificed
himself for your well-being. He just needed this chance and you didn’t give it
to him. You gave him no possibility of talking things through.
stood on his balcony, his eyes observing the life full city in front of him.
Again he was thinking about you and wondered if you had come back without his
knowing. Something in him told him that you were there, somewhere on the
streets of Thebes. He just was not sure if he should listen to this voice. He had
given up hoping a long time ago.
A knock on the
glass door threw him out of his thoughtful state. As Ahkmenrah turned around,
his eyes meet the gentle ones of his mother, Queen Shepseheret. The queen you
had worked for. The beautiful woman joined her young son, taking a place beside
him. Laying her head gently on his shoulders, she wrapped one arm around his
waist. A gesture of comfort that the young prince needed. She always knew when
Ahkmenrah was distracted with you again and she had provided him so much
comfort in the last three years.
you, my son?” She asked even though she knew the answer. She could feel the immense
pain that he went through. A mother’s instinct, that was what it was.
only shrugged his shoulders. His mother sighed.
son, Ahkmenrah, it pains my heart to see you in sorrow. You’ve been hurt enough
for three years, don’t you think? I miss seeing your precious smile.”
nothing to smile for anymore, mother.” He mumbled.
there is! There are so many things that are worth to smile about, my son. But
you don’t see them. I know you loved her dearly Ahkmenrah, but it’s been three
years now. If she had loved you so much, she would have come back long time
ago, don’t you think?”
talking about?” Ahkmenrah growled. He was shocked and surprised that his mother
would accuse you of not loving him.
(Y/N) is a good girl, my dear. I liked her so much. She was always a hard
worker, kind and polite. And under other conditions I would have wanted you to
marry her someday. But Ahkmenrah, there are things that are probably not meant
to be. Have you ever thought about that? Maybe this is a new chance for you to
become happy? Maybe you and (Y/N) are not perfect together.”
Please stop saying those horrible words!” Ahkmenrah demanded with a croaked
voice. “No matter what you’re saying mother, deep down I know we are meant to
be. We have to be together. We have a child, isn’t that enough proof for you? I
cannot imagine a life without her anymore. I just want her.” He stopped to take
a deep breath. His chest ached terribly.
she will come back to me and I’m going to marry her. I may be able to forgive
what she did to me because my love for her is much stronger than anything else.
Yes, I feel betrayed, she left away but… but people make mistakes. I’m sure she’s
aware of what she had done. I know we’re connected to each other. Our souls are
connected mother. I can feel it. She’s my soul mate and I’m not going to stop
loving her until she tells me so…”
the tears that were brimming his eyes ran down his soft cheeks. His mother
raised her hands to put his face between them.
She sniffled, overwhelmed by her own tears. “Don’t cry, my beautiful child.”
mother, it just hurts terribly. I’m so empty without her.” Only his lover could
mend his broken heart.
And Ahkmenrah prayed to Ra, that she would
(mother), mwt!” A little girl tugged at her mother’s arm, pointing at a certain
direction. “Doll!” The girl tried to lead her mother to the stand were self
made dolls were sold however the young woman stopped her.
my love.”She spoke gently.”Another time, is that alright for you?”
girl pouted with her arms crossed in front of her chest but still nodded
defeated. Another child’s cry took her attention, and as she turned around she
was greeted by her tiny boy who had his arms opened for her so she could take
him into her arms. Right behind him the best friend of the young woman came
running, her expression stressed and exhausted.
best friend grumbled. “I told you not to run away like that. What if you went
missing in this whole mess?”
The little boy
just buried his face in the crook of his mother’s neck, indicating that he was
could you just take care of Feme, please?” The young mother of two children,
twins to be precisely, asked her best friend, gesturing to the little girl
beside her. They walked through the market of Thebes, visiting different stands
and looking what they could buy. They had already bought lots of food,
especially for the little children. From the long journey they had back to
Thebes, the children became hungry and the food they had packed before the trip
began for them, had been eaten mostly by the little ones.
to be back.” Monifa said to the young woman.
The other woman responded.
like an eternity since we’ve been last here and to be honest I have not missed
it as much as I expected.”
woman laughed at her best friend’s remark. Admittedly, there had been two
reasons why she returned at all. The first reason was her parents. She had
missed them so dearly while she was away and at the same time she felt guilty of
not telling them anything. She couldn’t wait to have them in her arms again, to
hug them and to be embraced by their warmth. She needed to introduce her
children to them. The second reason was the young man she still loved with her
whole heart. She knew she broke him when she went away and she had no idea yet
how to make it up to him. How would she react when she saw him again? What
would she say? She had not thought about it to be honest.
little boy in her arms whined. “Tired, mwt!”
“I know, my
dear. Just hold on a little bit, alright? We’ll go home to aunt Monifa soon and
then you can sleep as long as you want, okay?”
have anything you need?” Monifa inquired. “We can head back to mine if you’re
finished. Seeing these delicious things you bought made me hungry and I’ll die
if I don’t get something in my stomach.”
“Don’t exaggerate it.”
The young mother smirked. “I’ll just go and get some grapes for the children.”
She placed the little boy in Monifa’s arms, entrusting her children to her.
At the same time at
the same place, prince Ahkmenrah trudged along the market, being surrounded by
two guardians. It was his mother’s birthday and he went to the market to buy
her a nice gift. He knew she didn’t want anything expensive, just a simple cheap
thing would also please her. He was at many stands but still had not found a
perfect present. He became slightly frustrated because in a few hours, a
celebration would take place and Ahkmenrah couldn’t appear without anything.
He saw a stand with
lots of jewelries and went straight towards it. The seller bowed down politely
once he saw the young prince and after an exchange of few words, Ahkmenrah
bought a beautiful necklace and bracelet for his mother.
“I hope she will like
it.” Ahkmenrah sighed. All he wanted to do was turning to the palace and to get
ready. It would be a long night since many other royal families would attend
He turned around and
suddenly the air got stuck in his lungs. The jewelry he held in his hands
slipped between his fingers right to the ground. He must have been hallucinating,
it was the only explanation for it. He opened and closed his eyes, just to make
sure that he was not dreaming. And he didn’t.
She was beautiful than
ever. A few meters away from him, there she stood, his lover, his life, his
heart. You. You wore a pretty gown that highlighted your beauty even more. His
heart pumped hard against his chest and Ahkmenrah threw his hand on his mouth to
cover the sobs that escaped his throat.
“Your highness?” A
guardian asked. “Are you alright?”
Ahkmenrah nodded and
made his way towards you, ignoring the calls behind him. He would die if he
couldn’t hold you in his arms again. A few more steps and he were right next to
you. Just a few more steps.
You just gave the
vendor in front of you a few coins and took the grapes from his hand as you
felt another warm hand on your shoulder. Wondering who could it might be you
turned around to face the person and you were shocked to see a familiar face
that you had not seen in three years. His face was tearstained from crying and
his eyes were red but still he looked handsome as ever.
“(Y/N),” He asked, his
voice clearly trembling, “is that you? Is that really you?”
You were out of words.
Totally lost of words. Not in a million years had you expected to meet him,
right here, at the center of Thebes.
“It is you!” He
exclaimed, wrapping his arms around your body and pressing you hard against his
chest. He clung onto you as if his life was dependent on this simple hug. “It’s
you…It’s you…” He whispered all over again. Finally he could breathe again.
Finally he had his love back.
He pulled slightly
away, cupping you cheeks with his fingers and stroking them gently. He observed
your features and all he could think about was how beautiful you were. You hadn’t
changed much, you were still the young woman he had deep feelings for. His
captured his lips with yours, kissing you hungrily in front all of these
“I missed you so much,
lotus.” He breathed, resting his forehead against yours.
“I missed you, too,
your highness.” You responded, laying your hands on top of his.
“Why have you left me,
(Y/N)? Why did you go away?”
You were about to
answer as Monifa joined you with a shocked expression on her face. She carried
Femi in her arms while Feme held her hand tightly.
Once Ahkmenrah saw the
little children, he fell down on his knees with more sobs escaping his mouth.
You felt terrible for the state that he was in because you were too selfish. You
examined your surroundings and caught people staring at the scene with
“Ahkmenrah…” You bent
down to comfort him. “Please calm down.”
“Y-you g-gave me t-two
children?” He sobbed. He eyed the two little creatures precisely. One boy and a
little girl. Both made of love. Ahkmenrah couldn’t be happier in this moment. “They a-are so b-beautiful.”
“mwt? Why is this man
crying?” Femi asked his mother innocently, out of explanation why Ahkmenrah was
clinging onto his mother. You gestured Monifa to come closer with the children
and took each of them on the hand. Ahkmenrah was still crying but fascination
was evident on his face.
“Do you remember the
stories I’ve told you about a prince?”
“Yes, he was brave and
strong and you said you love him.” Feme said.
“That’s right.” You
smiled at them. “This is him. This is the prince I’ve been talking about. Your
father. He’s your father, my loves. Do you want to say hello to him?”
They nodded their
hands instantly, their face copied the same fascination from their father’s
face. Ahkmenrah examined them exactly. Feme, the little girl, looked so much
like you while his son Femi was the exact copy of himself. Both of them had
mixture of your eye colors and their skin was tanned like their fathers.
Ahkmenrah engulfed his arms around his two
children, tightly holding them. He wouldn’t give them away anymore. He wouldn’t
leave them alone. He took in their sweet scent, kissing their heads all over
“My children…” He
whispered.” We will never be parted from this day on. I promise.”
He stared up at you. “We
have lots of things to talk about.” He said.
You nodded with your
head. “I know.”
But right now he didn’t
want to think about it. All he wanted to do was to enjoy the moment of reuniting
with his family.
summary; your parents are out of town for the weekend and your friend–wait….maybe jaehyun is something…..more than just a friend to you…?
genre; fluff, next door neighbour jaehyun aaaAAA
a/n; this is ½ requests for @oohsehun !! i hope you like the NCT and wanna one scenarios!!! jaehyun is actually one of my nct (127) biases (the other is winwin lmao)
You really didn’t think your parents trusted you. Well of course they trusted you. But….with the house? By yourself? For the entire weekend, Friday to Monday? It was crazy. Last time you were left alone you got stuck on the roof and you had to get Mrs Jung to help you down. But that was when you were younger. There are now locks to the attic. And the window that gets you onto the roof. But you always find yourself up there. With who? Jaehyun. Close friend for most of your life. Always there when you needed to rant to anyone, always there to tell you it’s gonna be ok, and always there to make your heart go that special kind of boom-boom. He was also there to talk about weir things he had seen in the sky. But. That’s not the important part. The important part is, yes, over the years, you fell for Jaehyun. Fuck. But like every fairy-tale trope, you couldn’t exactly tell him. If you did, and he didn’t like you back in that way? Friendship = probably made awkward then ruined.
“A whole weekend?! Are they serious?!”
“Yeah…they just left a couple hours ago…5pm I think…I never thought they would let me do it again after last time…”
“That was a disaster.”
“I’m sorry! I didn’t know you can’t put soup in a microwave.”
“You see? This is exactly the reason why your parents told me to move in with you guys one time.”
“Jaehyun that was a joke and the only reason why they wanted you to “move in” was because you cook spicy pork really well. You couldn’t tell but I was doing air quotation marks.”
“Of course you were…are you going to be alright by yourself?”
“I’ll be fine! Trust me…”
It only took 5 minutes. 5 minutes. And then you weren’t ok. You weren’t fine. You were tearing up, crouching on a chair in the kitchen, phone in hand, equipped with an electric fly swatter. Yep….only one explanation to that…and that is?
[9:10 PM] from Y/n 😇🤗: jAEHYUN THERES A BUG IN MY KITCHEN IT’S MOVING AND I’M REALLY SCARED I DON’T KNOW WHAT IT IS HELP
[9:10 PM] from JaeYuk🍖: y/n wtf….it’s not even been 5 minutes…
[9:10 PM] from Y/n 😇🤗: jAEEEEEEEEE HELP
[9:10 PM] from JaeYuk🍖: …………….i’ll be over in a minute….
You could tell that Jaehyun was sighing. You could definitely tell that he let out one of those long, un-interrupted sighs that he normally does when you do something stupid or weird. And the weird thing about this was that he actually took a minute. Running from his house to yours in his adidas joggers, a random jumper and his vans, he was at your door when the time hit 9:11 PM. Well…was he planning to go over to yours already? It doesn’t take him that quick to get to yours. Anyways, running round the back to the garden door, the lock clicked, and he quickly closed it after him so none of the cold air gets in. Then, he just sees you, aiming to throw the electric fly swatter at the bug.
“Oh, no, easy tiger…don’t throw the swatter. That’s not the brightest of things to do…”
“Jae what else do I do?! I’ve done everything!!”
“Throwing the god damn fly swatter wouldn’t help anyone or anything, Y/n.”
“Then get it!!”
Jaehyun said, picking up a spare glass and piece of paper, placing the glass over the bug, then sliding the paper underneath, so that he could place it outside. Closing the door, you still….had the damn fly swatter in your hand.
“Are you going to put the fly swatter down now?”
“It’s gone. It was only a beetle.”
“Only a beetle?! You say it like it was nothing…”
“Because it was only nothing!”
“Oh come on Jae…you know I don’t like bugs. Or beetles.”
It was…actually true. You didn’t like beetles, or bugs, or both. The only exceptions would probably be ladybugs, butterflies and bumblebees and that’s mainly it. Anything else can go fuck itself. With something sharp and sand paper-y. You sighed, putting the fly swatter down, looking to your phone. 9:14PM. Only just 9:14PM. God…this was going to be a long weekend.
“Have you eaten?”
“Hm? Yeah…I ate with my parents before they left.”
You sighed, standing up to walk into the front room. Your arms were raised over your head, stretching yourself out. Man, you kind of sat on that chair for a while…it’s not that comfortable. Jaehyun followed in, kicking his shoes off and then proceeding to sit on the sofa.
“Jae I just realised something…you came here quickly. Like…you took exactly one minute, like you said…you couldn’t have gotten out of bed that quickly…”
“Yeah…well…I was actually planning on coming over anyways.”
“It’s friday…I got nothing to do.”
Ha, Jung Jaehyun, you god damn liar. Yeah, he was kind of telling the truth with the boredom bit, he was pretty bored at home in bed. But…he was also coming over just to be with you, to be in your company. Just to at least have his arm over your shoulder, and you asleep. Those moments are nice. But the moments where you two just lie awake talking nonsense about the world, laughing to each other. Those are nice too. The best moment, are those two moment scenarios combined. You’re just lying in his arms while he’s just talking nonsense about anything and everything, with nothing making sense. A lot of people, including your parents ask you if you and Jaehyun are a thing, in which you reply with a short and brazen no. But with those little scenarios, of course people are going to ask. Sometimes people associate those things with couples and stuff, not friends. Of course, you two have been doing that ever since you were little, so nothing was weird or anything, you two thought it was normal to hug each other and stuff for long periods of time while being so close to each other without having the need to say ‘fuck it do you wanna make out or something idk it kind of feels like you want to’. Staring off into space as normal, Jaehyun’s head was in the stars while you tried to get his attention. The main word here is tried. So what do you do when you can’t get his attention?
Slip yourself under his arm and just wrap your arm around him. And…cue the pout. You pouted at him whenever he wasn’t paying attention, even when it was just the two of you. Gazing down, a smile came across his face, with maybe a chuckle coming out too.
“You didn’t answer my question…”
“What was it again? Sorry I must’ve been daydreaming…”
“I asked if you wanted to stay the night…”
“Mhm…I can’t be asked to go back home…”
“Even if you ran?”
“I’m too tired…”
“So are you gonna stay?”
“Sure, it’ll be warmer than my house.”
“The heater’s still broken?!”
“Yep…it’s not fun…”
“And this is why I tell you not to play basketball in the garage.”
“You initiated it first!!”
The TV played on in the background, but you and Jaehyun didn’t pay any attention at all. None was on the tv, all was on each other. You kind of wondered though…why did he want to come see you? Yeah he could of been bored, but if he was bored he could of just texted you…why did he have to come see you in person? You kind of knew something was up, but you didn’t exactly want to assume what he was feeling. Who knows? It could be fully red, undeniable love for you. It could be the fact that you can’t really be trusted by yourself and that you needed protecting from the smallest of bugs, even beetles. Or it could be that he just wanted to be in your company, like always. That was always the case. You couldn’t help though…that your head was definitely telling you that…yeah, he came over for a completely different reason than the ones you just named off the top of your head.
“Is it me or is this sofa kind of uncomfortable…?”
“It’s probably you…I’m pretty comfortable where I am…”
Yeah you’re pretty comfortable- because you’re lying on him. Your whole being was just lying on him. He was pretty comfortable, to tell you the truth. The whole time that Jaehyun was getting comfortable on the sofa, your body shifted. So in the end, while Jaehyun was lying down, you became a little koala bear- your arms were wrapped around him, and one leg over his.
“Yeah that’s because you’re lying on me and not the sofa.”
That’s what…I just said. You sighed, playing with the sleeve of his jumper, your finger tracing each and every curve on the arm. Things like that make you sleepier, it just calms you down a lot.
“Oh yeah…you got a point there…do you want to move?”
“Nah, I’m fine, you’re probably wanting me to stay like this so that you could fall asleep and that I would have to carry you to your room like last time.”
“…Do you read minds or something…?”
“So you do want me to carry you to your room?”
“…You know you can get a lot of money for mind reading…like those mystic people in the paper…”
“You’re changing the subject.”
“You could buy a lot of pork with that money….and americanos…and peaches too. You can get ones that have like the panty looking casing on them…I’ll show you!!”
And so you just take out your phone…and look up peaches with panties. Just to distract him from his own questions. But wait…who knows if he was actually was ok with carrying you up to your room? Like a princess too, just to add that. All bridal style, you know. Sweet, like you, basically. And those peaches with the panties lead you to both talk about….somehow….aliens.
“The russians say that we’ll have contact with aliens in 2031.”
“Really? What is the first sentence that we’ll ask them if we come into contact with them?”
Tony or Steve?”
“Oh they’re definitely Steve. There’s no denying it.”
“But then again….they did kind of attack us in the first film…”
“Yes but there’s no way in telling they’re the Chitauri aliens. The would only get offended by the avengers if they were the Chitauri aliens and if they watched the avengers.”
”We’ll get them to watch the second one.”
“Yeah, who knows, they might end up on your doorstep or mine.”
“If they come to my doorstep I’ll point them in the direction of your house. My mum will only think that me and the alien are dating anyways…”
“Wait…would she really say that?”
“These days, unfortunately…yes.”
“Uh…she’s getting to that point where she thinks I need someone and it’s actually putting a lot of stress on my side because of school and stuff…so anyone who she sees me with…she thinks I like them and stuff…”
“Well you have me….”
Wait what indeed, dear Y/n. He did in fact say that you had him. What’s with all these cryptic messages that he’s given you today? First it was the checking to see if you’re ok, coming to save you from that beetle, holding you a little tighter than normal, the whole scenario about wanting to carry you and stuff, and now the ‘you have me’ sentence. Jung Jaehyun would you care to share your feeling about Y/n right here right now? Yes, he did in fact like you back. A whole lot. A whole…lotta love for you. Maybe even more than you liked him. He always felt a certain tendency to look after you, protect you- hold you. He wanted to do nothing more than that, just hold you every single day. Honestly, if it wasn’t for the fact that he didn’t know that you liked him back and the fact that he thought that you liked someone else, he would be doing a lot more than just holding you…if you get my drift. Like….holding hands. And kissing and stuff. Just simple, lovely things like that. He never really had a feeling like this for you before, but it started to come around the same time as you; during high school. This wasn’t to say that this was a hormone induced love interest on both sides, but it only played a small part. Instead, it was just a…love-love interest. No fancy gadgets or apps to say that ‘hey you two look like a cute couple swipe up to fuck and swipe down to say fuck off’. No, this was just pure, unadulterated love interests. Simple. You could say that this was skinny love, but it was more like skinny-for-the-love-of-god-just-tell-each-other-that-you-like-each-other.
“Hey Y/n, do you ever think about someone who you want to really love…but for some reason you can’t?”
Asleep. Fast asleep. You were going through with your initial plan and you didn’t even realise it. You just got really, really tired after talking, and hearing his voice, talking about something that he was truly interested in and loved, sent you to sleep, along with his soft heart beat, drumming against your ears. Like a little kid, who falls asleep to the sound of their mother’s heart beat and voice. Obviously your relationship with Jaehyun wasn’t like that, some aspects definitely were though.
“It’s pretty late…”
Did you guys really stay up that long talking about peaches that have panties and what avengers film aliens should see in 2031? Wow, you two certainly have good imaginations.
“You’re falling asleep, maybe we should go to sleep…”
“Y/n you’re falling asleep again.”
“Leave me be….let me sleep.”
“Alright, I’ll let you sleep here, and I’ll just go sleep in your bed. Without you.”
“Jung Jaehyun don’t you dare–”
“Then come on…or….”
“Is this your way of telling me to carry you like last time?”
“…I have no feeling in my legs.”
“…I’m still not carrying you.”
“Oh come on!!”
You said, standing up with a sigh vanishing from your lips. One more sigh came from Jaehyun, a small chuckle coming out before a pat on the back, and a small rub too. With Jaehyun turning off every appliance downstairs, you watched him as he moved around quite quickly, just to be next to you again. Some things were adding up Making your way up the stairs, you did feel the sensation that was your legs coming back to you, along with walking down the hallway to your room. Turn on the light, let Jaehyun in, close the door. You started to take your jumper off, and to Jaehyun’s surprise too.
“D-Do you want me to turn around or something?”
“Huh? Oh, it’s ok, I have a shirt on underneath, chill.”
You manner was now kind of….laidback, very different to the one that you displayed downstairs. Just whipping that jumper off, making Jaehyun have a heart attack, by any chance do you have a…plan? No? Wow….that’s a first. Jaehyun strided along your bed, sitting down on it, watching you get ready to sleep. He didn’t realise that girls do quite a bit before they sleep. Wipe off their makeup, brush their hair, the lot. Everything to do before having a good nights sleep. You turned around after getting ready, doing the same as Jaehyun did- sit on the bed. You got under the covers first, then Jaehyun followed. And like always, one arm was always in the little crevice of your neck, just pulling you closer. And the other arm was keeping you close too, while your arms were snaked around him. It was how it always was. Just you two, lying in each other’s arms.
You mumbled, your eyes closing. Your face was fully submerged into his neck, your head supporting his. You were surprised by one thing though, one more night time surprise to add up to his cryptic messages- a small kiss, planted on your forehead. Just a small, but slightly messy one. Of course, it was quite late, the dude was tired as hell, and so were you. But nonetheless, it was a kiss to show affection. The only thing though? He never kissed you on the forehead before. In fact, he’s never kissed you before full stop. At all. This was the first kiss he gave to you. Ever. His tired ass must of been like ‘fuck it’ and just did it anyways, thinking that you wouldn’t notice- but you did. So you two, slowly, but surely, drifted off to your dreams, in each other’s arms. Honestly, that was the best way to fall asleep with each other. Just you, surrounded by his arms, projecting his care to you without him knowing. And Jaehyun, taking the heat and love from you, and going to town with it. He really did like having you in his arms. But that peaceful sleep was disrupted. By a freak thunderstorm– that wasn’t supposed to happen until later on in the morning. Oh well. One crack of thunder woke you up, making you rub your eyes. But…guess who else was woken up? Jaehyun.
“What….what time is it?”
“In the morning?”
“No we slept through lunch and breakfast…yes in the morning…”
“Maybe we should try to get back to sleep…”
“I can’t…even if I tried.”
“Why? Is there something on your mind?”
He asked, turning over to face you. You kind of just,,,sigh, before glancing over to Jaehyun. Come on, you want to tell him you like him right? When it’s just you two, and your parents aren’t there to tell you jackshit? Well, now’s the time. Maybe. Ok yeah, it’s definitely time to tell him you like him. Now, come on, just tell him. You want to…but your hand won’t move. Or your body, You can’t move. You’re so still, but so shaken up on the inside. It’s crazy to think that Jaehyun could do this to you, even after all this time. A small gulp, and geronimo.
You asked, a smile being graced across your face. A genuine smile. A cute, genuine smile. You also….braced yourself for utter heart break and despair. Just getting those tears ready. And then, everything went white. Black and white. and grey too. You let the words fall out of your mouth. Just let them fall, no picking them up.
“Y/n are you really confessing to me at…4:53 in the morning?”
“Sooner rather than later, right?”
“Alright…I’m going to get back to sleep–”
“Not so fast…you forgot something.”
He stopped, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. He didn’t know that he would get this far. But…uh…he did. Now, he had to do it. He wasn’t going to sleep if he didn’t. ‘Fuck it’. Cupping your cheeks, holding them gently, Jaehyun held you close, until he leaned in. Leaning in a little more, until you two were nose to nose, and then, surely, lips to lips. Your eyes widened a little at this sudden action, but you then warmly welcomed the kiss, melting away like your worries about being rejected. Your eyes closed, feeling the warmth from his heart. He pulled away slowly, a genuine smile like yours resting on his face. Your…face was confused. But…it did tell you that he liked you back. Resting back into the usual position, your smile came back, hiding your face into his jumper again.
“So…are we a thing now?”
Your immediate response was a small nod, leading Jaehyun to chuckle a little, before leaving small kisses on your forehead, just like he did before you two fell asleep the first time. The morning was peaceful, like you two in bed. Just resting with each other, it was such a nice feeling. And now that you two are actually a couple now, there was a secret comfort and peace that was now found- in both your hearts. Just from Jaehyun staying the night.
[12:10 PM] from Y/n 😇💘: jAE I KNOW YOU LITERALLY LEFT LIKE 10 MINUTES AGO BUT THERE’S ANOTHER BUG HELP
[12:10 PM] from JaeYuk🍖💓: cup. paper. cup over bug. slip paper under cup. cup outside. job done.
[12:10 PM] from Y/n 😇💘: JAE IT’S GOT MORE THAN 4 LEGS HELP
[12:11 PM] from JaeYuk🍖💓: CUP. PAPER. CUP OVER BUG. SLIP PAPER UNDER CUP. CUP OUTSIDE. JOB DONE
[12:11 PM] from Y/n 😇💘: if you come over and get it you can stay the night again
“Is Christian hyung here yet?” Daamin burst into your bedroom. He usually knocked and waited for you to let him in but he was worried. It was close to bedtime, he didn’t want to go to bed without seeing him there. His first day of school happened to fall on a week when Christian was away. It was hard to do but Christian had fixed his schedule so he could come back the night before. He knew how much it meant to Daamin.
Omg allll of the blurbs 😍 can you do 1 and 26 plssss 😅
“we’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”
“just shut up and kiss me.”
you were in the middle of watching another episode of teen wolf on your computer when you were interrupted by a knock at your door.
it was currently pouring rain outside and it was almost midnight so you were hesitant to answer the door, especially since your roommate was out of town this weekend.
as you slowly made your way down the steps, the person kept knocking louder.
you peeked out the front window before opening the door just in case it really was someone trying to kill you or something.
a tall figure with soaking wet hair and clothes was the only thing you could see since it was so dark, but it was enough for you to know it was your best friend shawn.
you quickly pulled your door open, revealing shawn still in pyjama pants and a hoodie he probably threw on.
“shawn! are you crazy, get inside!”
you practically pulled him inside before bringing him some dry clothes that he’s left at your house a few times.
“here take these,” you say as you hand him the clothes to go change. “give me the wet ones when you get back i’ll put them in the dryer for a bit.”
once he returned with the wet clothes in hand, he sat down next to you on the couch. his grateful smile faded when he remembered why he came here.
“shawn?” you ask, “are you okay?”
he shakes his head, refusing to look at you.
“why him?” he mumbled, it was barely audible but you were able to hear him.
“why zack? why out of every guy in the world did you pick zack?” he slammed his fists on the coffee table in front of you. it seemed more like he was talking to himself than you.
zack asked you out about a week ago and you said yes, not wanting to be rude. today the two of you went out for coffee and you have to admit, you had a really good time with him. you told shawn about it, he didn’t seem like he had any problems with it. if he did, he would’ve told you. right?
“shawn? what are you saying?”
“what i’m saying is,” he said, rather loud. he noticed the worried expression on your face before taking a deep breath and starting over.
“what i’m saying is, why did you have to pick zack? he doesn’t deserve you y/n, he just wants to get in your pants.”
you crossed your arms, “and why should i believe you? how do you know?”
“when have i ever lied to you y/n?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.
“okay fine,” you sighed. “why did you come over here at midnight to tell me this?”
you tiredly rubbed your eyes, you woke up really early today so you were tired.
“because i had a lot on my mind and it was bugging me. i had to tell you just in case.”
“he was the first guy i’ve been out with in a while, you kind of just ruined my day.” you partially joked.
it was true, it’s been a while since you went out with a guy. you were starting to think you would be alone forever.
“he doesn’t deserve you y/n,” shawn whispered.
“oh yeah, then who does? because some hasn’t expressed their interest in me like that in a long time shawn.”
you widened your eyes at shawn’s comment, still not looking at him even though you could feel his eyes burning into you.
“y/n, please say something.” he pleaded, grabbing your arm forcing you to look his direction.
“shawn,” you sighed. “we’re best friends you aren’t allowed to do this!”
“oh come on y/n! that’s the biggest load of crap i’ve ever heard, we’re not just friends and you fucking know it. the way we act around each other, that is not platonic. i know you feel it too, just admit it.”
you looked to the floor, shawn had caught you so off guard you didn’t know what to think or say.
unfortunately, he was right. you have undeniable feelings for him, you have for a while. but you didn’t want to do anything about it because if you guys didn’t work out your friendship would also be over.
shawn cupped the bottom of your chin, forcing you to look at him again. your faces were less than an inch apart.
“come on y/n, this isn’t one sided.”
“just shut up and kiss me shawn.” you breathed, closing the gap between the two of you.
the kiss felt unreal, the kiss you shared with zack earlier was nothing compared to this.
shawn had the biggest smile plastered on his face when you finally pulled away.
“god you don’t know how long i’ve wanted to do that y/n.”
I’m going to cut right to the chase on this one… The belief that cardio is for fat loss and weight training is for muscle building is the number one misconception of the fitness industry.
Avoiding the weight room out of a fear of getting bigger or putting off the weight training until you’ve lost body fat from doing solely cardio WILL NEVER WORK. First of all, lets talk cardio. Does it burn body fat? Yes. You will burn calories doing only cardio. BUT our bodies are smarter than we give them credit for being. Lets say you’re running on the treadmill for 30 minutes every day at the same speed, same incline, same intensity. After a few weeks, our bodies adapt. We were built to survive, so when we are constantly putting our bodies under the same situation, they learn how to do whatever the task is while expending less and less energy. This means that after a while you will not be burning nearly as much energy to get in your cardio session as you were when you started. So, you either have to do 45 minutes now or an hour….but guess what? In a few weeks you are going to run into the exact same situation. Doesn’t sound very effective for weight loss does it?
Lets look at resistance training now. Lets super simplify this: I pick up a dumbbell and I raise it up over my head 15 times and then my arms are tired. Why? Because I have expended a great deal of energy (aka calories) to complete this task. Yep. You got it. I’m burning calories lifting weights. Lets say after a few weeks of using this dumbbell my arms aren’t quite getting tired anymore after 15 reps. I grab a slightly heavier dumbbell and do the same move 15 times and my arms are tired again. BOOM. Back to burning up energy. Is this over simplified? Absolutely. But my point is that weight training has this reputation for only being effective for getting bigger when in reality a well planned weight training routine will always burn more calories than cardio. Are your muscles going to get bigger? Probably a little bit, you’ll notice more tone and definition. Are you going to get super buff and masculine looking? Not unless that is your goal. I don’t think people understand just how much focused and intense work goes into building large bulky muscles. It doesn’t happen on accident. A good weight training routine will burn fat, will give you more defined toned muscles, and will always be more effective than running around in circles.
Now, one more thing. I am by no means telling you to cut out the cardio. Cardio is so important for a healthy heart, it can be great for warming up before a weight session, and it can even be good to accelerate muscle recovery on a day off from the weights. Cardio is an important part of every fitness routine. That being said, it is just that: a PART of your routine. It is not the only part, and for weight loss it is not the most important part.
Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken, Lydia Martin, Reader.
You sat at the picnic table outside with Stiles and Theo.
“I just don’t see why you won’t go with my plan.” Theo sighs.
You read your book silently, not wanting to get in the middle of your boyfriend and best friend.
“I just don’t see why you won’t go with my plan.” Stiles mimics, “Because it’s stupid, that’s why.”
“Hey!” You swat him on the arm.
“Sorry, babe.” He mutters.
“You’re stupid. Why the hell do we always have to do what you say?” Theo grits his teeth.
“Theo!” You swat his arm, too. “That’s enough. Both of you. I’m sick and tired of the two of you fighting when you’re around each other.” You sigh.
“Sorry..” They say in unison.
“Theo, your plan was stupid, and babe, your plan isn’t great either.” You sigh and stand up, throwing your backpack over your shoulder. “Idiots.” You mutter as you grab your book and head inside the school.
You put your things in your locker and head back out to grab Theo so you could go home, when you see Lydia with Stiles. She’s beside him, her hand on his arm while she laughs.
You don’t want to feel jealous but you can’t help it. You make your way over and lean over the table in front of Stiles. “Hey, baby. Sorry to interrupt, but Theo’s taking me home. You’re coming over tonight, right?”
He looks up at you and Lydia rolls her eyes, “Yeah. Of course.” He pecks your lips. “I’ll see you later.”
“Bye, babe!” You smile over your shoulder before going to find Theo.
“You okay?” He pulls his keys out of his pocket as you approach.
“Lydia is all over Stiles. It’s kinda making me uncomfortable.”
“So, say something. Lay a claim to your man or whatever.”
“I can’t be that girl.” You sigh.
“I think you should be that girl.” Theo shrugs. “Come on, you’ll probably feel better at home.”
Theo drops you off and you wait for Stiles. He was late. He finally showed up an hour or two later than he was supposed to. “Hey, where were you?” You ask as you open the door.
He’s expressionless, “We need to talk.”
“Umm…okay…what’s up?” You open the door wider for him to come in.
“No, it’s okay. I’ll stay out here.”
“I think we…I think we should probably go our separate ways.” Stiles nods.
“What the hell? We were fine less than five hours ago.”
“In your opinion.” Stiles mumbles.
“Why didn’t you say anything earlier?” You sigh, trying to keep your tears from falling. “Stiles..”
“I have to go. I’m sorry, Y/N.” He turns and quickly jogs off to the Jeep.
You slam the door closed and run up to your room, letting yourself slide down the door as you cry. You wanted to be strong, you wanted to be the strong empowered girl, who wasn’t dependent on your boyfriend. But you weren’t, you needed him.
You pick your phone up and call Theo, he was the one person you could always trust, no matter what everyone else said. “Hey…what’s wrong? You’re sniffling like you just did a line of coke.”
“Thanks.” You laugh, wiping your eyes. “Stiles…just…broke up with me?”
“Why are you saying it like a question?”
“Because it’s kinda surreal, Theo.”
“Wait, you’re serious?”
“W-Y-…” You start to say something sarcastic but change your mind. “Yes, I’m serious. Why else would I be sniffling on a cocaine level?”
“I’ll be right there. Stilinski’s going to get his ass beat.”
“Nope. No arguing. Let me get my shoes on and I’ll be right over.”
You lie in your bed, trying to clear your thoughts when Theo walks in. “Okay, let’s go.”
“Ummm…where?” You sit up and rub your eye.
“No.” You shake your head.
“Theo, why are you so adamant?” You sigh and he sits on your bed.
“Honestly? Malia told me that Lydia was plotting to break the two of you up. She’s been all over him for awhile now, you just haven’t noticed.”
“You’re kidding me.” Your jaw falls open.
“Ready to go now?” He raises an eyebrow.
“Hell yeah.” You slide on a pair of flip flops and follow him out to his car.
You walk right in, you still had your key. You storm up to Stiles’ room and push the door open. He’s underneath Lydia. What else did you expect? Theo pushes past you, the pair have equally red lips. Lydia rolls over, looking at you. You glare, letting her know to keep her distance.
“You have some kind of nerve, Stilinski.” Theo picks him up by his shirt and pulls him off the bed.
“Me? You’re in my house! The sheriff’s house!”
You roll your eyes, “Oh, shut the hell up.”
“Hey-” Lydia starts, immediately closing her mouth when she sees the look on your face.
“She’s not something you can just toss aside when you’re finished with her. If you wanted to be with Lydia instead, you should’ve grown a pair instead of not explaining why you broke up with her.”
“I-” Stiles begins.
“You don’t get to talk. You only get to feel guilty. Prick.” Theo drops Stiles and takes your arm. “Come on, Y/N.”
He leads you out to the car. “Do you feel better now?” He grins.
ASTRO for haru*hana Vol.43: The A-Z Questions (Eunwoo)
AROHA. What do you want to do with your Japanese fans? Filling all space of Shinkansen with ASTRO and AROHAs then going on a trip BABY. Childhood memory? Riding the bicycle around town with my younger brother behind me, playing soccer with my father CF. What ad do you want to appear on? Drink CF DREAM. Childhood dream? Prosecutor, judge, announcer, etc. There’s so many. ENERGY. Where do you get your strength and fighting spirit? Members, my family, YouTube videos of other groups, interview articles FASHION. Fashion style you like for girls? Neat and tidy, and good sense GROWTH. Point where you realized “I improved” or “my group improved”? When we slowly gained fans who support us HOBBY. What are you into recently? Rubik’s cube, preparing for the concert, learning Japanese ICE CREAM. Favorite ice cream flavor? Almond Bonbon, My Mom is an Alien, New York Cheesecake JOKE. Personal talent that you’re good at or practicing? The sound of opening a bottle cap…? Arimasen ㅠㅠ [T/N: Sorry in JP] KINGDOM. If you’ll become a king, what roles your you give to the other members? MJ hyung - tactician; Moonbin, Rocky - general, commander; Jinjin hyung - caretaker, magistrate; Sanha - secretary LAUGH. Recent funny moment? When we did the fanmeeting after wrapping up promotions. MUSIC. What song do you recommend to Aroha for this summer? Cool - Aloha NECESSARY. Thing you always bring? Japanese (language) file, pencil case, cube, toothbrush, clutch bag, perfume OPPA. Moment when you wanted to call a member “oppa”? When Rocky teaches dance PRESENT. Memorable gift? Letter from my brother, shoes from our manager QUIT. A habit that you don’t know you’re doing or want to change? Hiccups when eating spicy food ROMANTIC. What romantic confession would you want to try one day? Naturally going from friends to lovers SPORTS. Sports you like to play? Football, basketball, skiing, boarding, cycling, racing. Sports you like to watch? EPL. TRAVEL. If you were to publish a travel book, where would to want to go and with whom? Trip around the world with MJ hyung and JinJin hyung UNIT. Who would you want to be in a sub-unit with? Playing instruments while singing with Sanha VALUE. How many points would you give yourself? What do you want to say to yourself? 50 points. Don’t get tired and always be grateful, Cha-iring!!! WEAK. What do you hate the most? People with no manners, liars X-DAY. If it were the end of the world, what would you do on the last day? I want to try being dead drunk. YOURSELF. Three words that describes you? Straightforward, sincere, cool ZZZ. What are you like when asleep?Who’s the worst member when asleep? I hide in a corner and put my arm under the pillow when I sleep~ I am [the worst sleeper], according to the members.
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This is an A/B/O AU. You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running for Mayor of New York City. After a meeting where your mother’s advisers call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off. You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.
The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink. It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.
Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Alpha! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle
Big thanks to @moansmisha for letting me use some of her ideas from this post.
I was eating breakfast one morning while Sam was out for a run when my cell rang. It was Meg. “Your gonna want to turn on Channel 6, Y/N. It’s about you.”
“Hi to you too, Meg,” I said, amused. “Thanks for the heads up.”
I turned on Channel 6 and my good mood instantly evaporated. They were airing highlights of a press conference of my mother’s.
“Dr. Novak, are you aware that your daughter is rumored to have married Sam Winchester, John Winchester’s son?”
My mother sighed dramatically. “My daughter has a history of letting men take advantage of her. This is just the latest in a long line of poor choices.”
“Is it true you and Y/N are estranged?”
“My daughter chose Sam Winchester over her own family. Now she’s living with the consequences of that choice.” My mom replied stiffly.
“Can you confirm the rumors that Y/N is pregnant?” The reporter asked. Mom blinked in surprise, clearly not expecting this question.
“I can’t comment on that, I’m sorry.”
I couldn’t listen anymore. I snapped the TV off in annoyance. When Sam got back, I was watching the whole press conference online and muttering under my breath angrily. “Twists the truth……” “Makes everything about her.”
“So I don’t need to ask if you’ve seen it, then?” He said with a smirk.
I turned to him. “How would you feel about me doing an interview of my own to set the record straight about us and our relationship?”
The ten year old sniffles then snuggles deeper into your side. You hadn’t wanted to drag him out to the hospital but when Jack’s fever wouldn’t break you knew it was time. You’d called Aaron, let him know where you were taking Jack. He said he’d be here but you knew that with the case, even if it is local, he probably wouldn’t make it. How’s he doing? Aaron hasn’t stopped texting you since you arrived at the hospital.
“Jack?” A nurse calls and you stand up but Jack doesn’t.
“Jack sweetie it’s time to go into the room to see the doctor.” You tell him and he whimpers softly. “Could you get him a wheelchair?” You ask the nurse and she nods. Okay. We’re just getting into a room now. You fib, you don’t want Aaron to worry about his son when he needs to be focused on staying alive. The nurse comes back with a wheelchair and you ease Jack into it. They bring him back to a room and hook him up to an IV and that’s when you decide to call Aaron.
“Hey, I just wanted to let you know that Jack is hooked up to an IV.”
“Okay, I’m on my way.”
“He’s sleeping now.”
“I’m still on my way.” Aaron says but before he can hang up you hear Reid in the background.
“Go.” You tell him gently. His team needs him, you’ve got this covered.
“What?” Aaron says.
“I could hear Reid. The sooner you go and get the UnSub the sooner you can get here.”
“Okay. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
It takes two hours for Aaron to show up. He looks anxious and tired but his face softens when he sees his son sleeping peacefully. “Hi.” He says quietly wrapping an arm around your waist.
“Yea. How’s he doing?”
“Okay, he’s been sleeping for most of the time we’ve been here. They’ve had him hooked up to an IV because he was dehydrated. Even after two gatorades.”
“Thank you for being here.”
“Of course. He may not be my biological son but I love him like he is.”
“And I love that about you. I should’ve been here.”
“You’re here now, that’s what matters.”
“I’m so sorry honey.” You can hear the remorse in his voice even if he won’t look at you.
“Aaron.” You murmur taking his face in your hands you turn his sad hazel eyes to yours. “You did nothing wrong.” You whisper as your eyes search your husband’s face. “Nothing.”
“No. You did nothing wrong.” He sighs deeply, knowing that you’re not going to let him continue to beat himself up over this. “You had a job to do, now you’re here. You can’t do it all. I’m your partner, I’ve got your back.”
“Thank you.” He whispers before pressing his lips to yours. “Thank you.” He says again before kissing you again. You giggle softly brushing your thumbs along his jaw. “I adore you Mrs. Hotchner.” He whispers and you wrap your arms around his neck in a tight hug.
“And I adore you Mr. Hotchner.”
Hi!! I don’t know why am obsessed with this idea right now but Bucky having a crush on a new recruit but the team are always picking on her and calling her ‘baby face’ cuz she’s short and adorable so 1 day Bucky gets embarrassed and calls her that too (which kills her cuz she likes him) so she decides to show up to an avenger party wearing a really sexy outfit and heels and Bucky and her end up doing all the dirty things😂
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
A/N: I did NOT add smut in this one, as it’s SUPER fucking late, and I’m just really tired and didn’t feel like it. However, if you WANT to see it still, I may make a part 2 if it’s requested.
“I don’t know, Nat. I’m just so tired of people calling me ‘baby face’ or ‘munchkin’ God it bothers me so much” Natasha rolls her eyes, standing next to me and wrapping her arms around my shoulders.
“What do you care what everyone says babe? You’re fucking badass and everyone in this tower knows it, they just like to push your buttons because they know it works. But you’re better than that.” I sigh, running my fingers through my hair.
“Yeah, I know…” Natasha is the one person in this godforsaken testosterone infested tower that I can talk to when I get frustrated. Ever since I got her 6 months ago all I’ve heard is ‘baby face’ this and ‘baby face’ that and I’m so fucking sick of them. I’m only 5’0” and I weigh 120lbs soaking wet. I’m not tall, I’m not wide, and I am fucking aware of it. I didn’t come to this damn tower to be badgered about it. Tony has a party planned in the next 2 days, and it’s a requirement that the Avengers show up, it ‘makes us look good’ he says. I myself, would prefer to stay up in my room, on my shared floor with Steve, Sam, and Bucky. My Bucky. Well, he’s not MY Bucky. Unfortunately. He’s the only one who hasn’t called me names, or picked on me. He could though, the man is giant compared to me.
“Come on, (Y/N). Let’s go find you a killer outfit for the party, we’ll show these men that you’re not a baby faced nothing.” I laugh, and follow her out of the bedroom.
“I don’t know, don’t you think this one is a little….showy?” Nat comes to stand next to me in the mirror, running her eyes over my figure, clad in a purple, almost princess gown. It just wasn’t me, I don’t like this much attention.
“You’re right. This one isn’t you at all.” She runs off to find me a dress suitable to catch the eye of a certain super soldier…
“Here, (Y/N) This one is PERFECT. Bucky will fall apart when he sees you in this tight little number.”
“Shhhhh Nat, you never know who could be listening.” She hands me the dress, and I don’t have to even put it on to know it’s a stunning piece. It’s a bright red, and sleeveless, except for a small piece coming around the shoulder, it has two silver pieces of sparkly fabric around the back, and has a small train.
Slipping it on, I know it’ll be a piece to draw attention. I, however, only want the attention of one man.
The night of the party has arrived, everyone has been trying to get the main party area prepared accordingly, including me. Ladders were never my friend, and I stick by that to this day. Does that stop me from climbing one to put up decorations? Nope. Nope it doesn’t.
“You better be careful baby face, don’t want you to fall and scrape your knee now do we!” Sam pinches my cheek as he walks by me, making baby noises as he goes.
“I swear on me mums grave, Wilson. If you and Stark don’t fuck off with that bullshit I will cut your balls off!” For good measure, I chuck the bottle of water in my hand in his direction. He ducks just in time, and unfortunately, Bucky rounds the corner right at that exact moment. I gasp, preparing for the offending object to smack him right in his perfect face. However, this is Bucky we’re talking about right?
He catches it with his metal hand right out of the air. He brings it up to his mouth, unscrewing the top and taking a big drink. I’m sure if I kept my mouth open any longer I’da caught flies. He walks up to me, handing me the water.
“Better be careful, Wilson. We don’t like to see baby face pissed off here, do we? Might tucker her little self out.” He grabs my chin with his flesh hand, listing my head to look into his eyes. He winks.
“Can’t have that can we?” He laughs as I swat his hand away, my face bright pink by now, and my ears are on fire.
“Oh my God Barnes, not you too!” I throw my hands up in frustration, taking my water bottle with me and leaving the area. I’ll show him ‘baby face’. Motherfucker.
“Oh damn, (Y/N) You look fucking gorgeous. The boys won’t know what hit them.” Nat fluffs up my hair one last time, finishing it up with hairspray. I stand, sighing and making my way to the door.
“I hope you’re right, Nat.” I’m still not over Bucky calling me that offending nickname.
However, I’m determined not to let it bother me! It’s not going to ruin my night.
As we leave the comfort of my room, I can feel my nerves sneaking up on me.
“Maybe this isn’t a great idea, Nat. I’m nervous…” She grabs my arm, pulling me with her.
“No no no, you’re not allowed to chicken out on me. You look sexy as hell and I didn’t spend 3 hours working on you for nothing, you’re going down there, and you’re going to flaunt what your mama gave you or I’ll do it for you.” I roll my eyes, chuckling and following her.
When the elevator dings, and the doors open, the lobby is packed with people, famous and not, wearing the most expensive gowns and suits they owned, trying to impress people, or just having a good time.
“Guess who’s at the bar?” Nat whispers in my ear. I peak my head to the left, seeing Bucky sitting at the bar with Steve on his right. I smile, only for my smile to be wiped away from my face when I see a blonde woman, dressed in a tight black dress, with the V-line way down past her breasts, so much so that they’re practically falling out of her dress, jump up and sit on his lap, and his left hand goes around her waist. My heart leaps into my throat, and my eyes well with tears. Any confidence I may have had all but washed away with watching them together. Natasha watches them, anger evident on her face. She stands up, stalking towards them.
“No Natasha, don’t. It’s not worth it.” She turns to me, her eyes hot with fire.
“Not worth it?! This man is crazy about you, he’s TOLD me so! And he has the NERVE to do this to you, when he KNOWS you’re going to be here.”
“W-wait…wait he likes me?” The sheer shock that rocks my body almost makes me black out. She doesn’t answer me, she just walks up to Bucky. I can’t hear what they’re saying, but I can plainly see Bucky’s eyes softening. He starts looking around, probably looking for me. I turn back to my drink, alcohol free tonight. I wanted to be completely sober to watch Bucky fall apart…however, I think I’m gonna have to change my mind.
I’m not alone for long, as a stranger comes up, taking Natasha’s place next to me.
“Well aren’t you a pretty little thing.” My eyes rolled so hard in the back of my head that I think they might not come back. Sitting next to me, he puts his arm around my shoulder.
“Woah, Mister. I don’t know what you’re aiming for but I’m not interested.” He rolls his eyes, standing up.
“You need to loosen the fuck up, no wonder no one likes you.”
I don’t know what it is about it, but it just upset me and I’m just done.
“No, you prick. YOU need to stop approaching women who clearly aren’t interested in you then making them feel like shit when they turn you down! And for the record, you smell like sweat.” Stomping away from him and towards the elevator, I press the call button. I am so done with the night and I haven’t even been here for 15 minutes. I knew this would be a disaster. Should have listened to myself, I’m never wrong anyway.
As I wait on the elevator to come, I feel someone come and stand next to me.
“Look, mister, I said I wasn’t interested..” I turn to look at him, just to realize it isn’t the stranger, but Bucky.
“Hello to you too, (Y/N)” He stares at me, his eyes wandering the length of my body. His tongue darts out and licks his bottom lip, before his eyes travel back up to lock with mine.
“You look beautiful tonight….wow…” My face heats up.
“What are you doing here Bucky? I thought you had a date.” He sighs, running his hand through his hair.
“Yeah…look I’m sorry about that, doll. I heard you were bringing a guy and I didn’t want to look lame sitting in the corner, alone, admiring the one woman I can’t have….” I smile, my ears starting to burn.
“You’re blushing, doll.” I laugh, looking up into his eyes.
“Well, your flattery will do that to a girl. I don’t know if you know this or not, but you’re quite the looker.” His cheeks turn red, and he bites the inside of his cheek.
“I used to be, back in the day.”
“You still are, Buck.” He smirks, glancing at me out of the corner of his eyes. The door finally opens, and a load of people get off, just now getting to the party. Buck and I get on, and press the floor to his room.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go back to the party, doll?”
“Fuck the party, Barnes. I have some new information I want to make use of.” He groans, backing me up against the wall of the elevator, pressing his lips to mine in desperate need.
“God you are stunningly beautiful…and I need you…” My arms go around his neck, and my legs go around his waist.
“Buck wait! We have to get to the bedroom first!” He chuckles deep in his throat.