Summary: Senior Rowan Whitethorn is new to town. It doesn’t take him long to get use to a new school, make new friends, even join the local hockey team. But it also doesn’t take him long to meet sophomore and figure skater Aelin Galathynius. And it doesn’t take him long to realize one thing; he can’t stand her.
Aelin didn’t stop as she pushed open the hospital doors.
Her heart was pounding against her ribcage. She didn’t even notice as the door closed on Rowan, though she knew he was behind her the whole time. She just couldn’t stop. It was like her body was on autopilot. She wouldn’t stop until she finally reached the hospital room.
Until she finally reached Lysandra.
Her heart raced in her chest so fast, almost feeling like it would stop at any moment.
Aelin walked right past the front desk. Past the noise-filled waiting room. Past all of the waiting husbands, mothers, sisters, brothers. She jetted past them all with a million different emotions, thoughts, and outcomes running around her head.
post is going to be a longer one but with different sections to break
it up a bit, per loose theory bits and I’ll try and keep it
organized. Includes images woo! Gifs
and images are compiled by me (first tries at video gifs yay). But
without further ado!
At PAX Anti sported two, very deliberately, neck stab wounds. Maybe
from one jab, maybe two. (That
they are stab wounds is sortof confirmed by a post from @wubkins that
placement is rather suspicious, its right where the vocal cords are.
Most likely to shut Jack up and to not get interrupted during his
little message to us (but Jack did try though with a very broken
‘Help me’). And
Anti probably doesn’t need vocal cords anyway since he is most likely
some kind of spirit/ghost/entity
capable of 'out of body’ speech.
kind of being could he be? The Tulpa has been going around as a
theory and Jack himself has said that it’s fairly accurate (answered
in an ask). A section of the Wikipedia page about it gives this bit:
the part of a real being’ is the part that creeps me out the most.
Anti pretending to be Jack, slowly taking over the channel. People
find it difficult to distinguish between them.
despite Anti being the chameleon that he is, he is not flawless in
his doings. He gets impatient very quickly, is often very rude and
more aggressive than Jack. Absolutely loves violence. Going as far as
wanting to chop off fingers for fun (EVERYTHING IS AGONY | Clone
where did Anti come from? Another part of the Wikipedia page says
that Tulpa’s are generated by a powerful concentration of thought.
Who’s thoughts in the case of Anti? The community? It might have
started when the community started drawing/imagining/writing about a
counterpart to Jack, his anti version. That was most likely the start
of the inevitable snowball that accelerated during the October of
2016 and on Halloween itself Anti 'solidified’, was powerful enough,
thanks to the attention the community gave him, to take over. “You
could have stopped me, but you just watched, as this happened”.
then proceeds to brag about Jack being gone forever but that might
not be the case. Anti has taken over Jacks body but Jack is still
around, in the background, crying out for help. Or in the case of the
intro of EVERYTHING IS AGONY | Clone Drone #5, shouting stuff to Anti
about what not to do. Two 'souls’ in one body kind of thing.
Glitchverse and dimension breaking. What exactly are the glitches
that Anti is doing? Just video glitches or something more.
like his 'green’ dimension a lot, as well as fades/cuts to black.
During these bits the viewer can’t see what is happening. During
these blackouts the switch between Jack and Anti seems to happen a
lot. Also during the blackout of the Detention episode the character
went through a door with doors usually being the symbol for gateways.
Might be a far stretch with the blackouts but it has happened quite a
few times. Down below are gifs of the several blackouts, in
chronological order of appearance.
4. Anti’s message at PAX. Ohboy.
This was just brilliant. I attended the livestream and when Jack
mentioned the participation thing, I too grabbed my phone to start
recording but then Anti said hi. After finishing recording and
getting hyped from that and watching the panel itself I did not think
much of it at first. But the day after I realized something, why did
Anti wanted that we record him…? Now I don’t know if there are any
Whovians around but my mind immediately strayed to the Doctor Who
episodes of the The Time of Angels, where a recording of a Weeping
Angel came to life. Quoting the Doctor: 'That which holds the image
of an angel becomes itself an angel’.
if that’s the case with Anti, well, he’s probably just be grinning
his ass off of the fact that we just multiplied him everywhere. And
are we going to delete that footage? Not likely. It was too much
hype. But watch your back.
'͞I͝'͝m ̛not ̕going ̀a͘nywher̡é,́ I̧'́m̨ a̶l͡wa͏y͜s t͜hére, ͏a͘l̶w͟ays̛ ̧wàt͝c͟h͞i̸ng̀'͘.
glitch video montage.
Gif is at 50% percent of original speed, my
brain is molten from seeing it at full speed too many times haha. @amycampbell00 did an amazing job at splicing the segment down, frame
by frame, game by game over here.
quite odd to think that Clustertruck, Totally Accurate Battle
Simulator and Happy Wheels are in this compilation since it’s before
the Halloween event but if Anti has been lurking around for some time
then these series are perfect. Why? Clustertruck is a high energy
game and Jack has mentioned that he gets all pumped up from it. Anti
could sneakishly drain this energy from him, tiny piece by piece
since he probably wouldn’t miss it anyway.
TABS and Happy Wheels? Well… Death, violence and gore. Again, Anti
getting energy from this.
what if the other games in the montage are the series that Anti has
played/is playing. The Japan World Cup is probably one of the
distraction ones, just like the Pipe Job one with a sneaky Anti at
Portal Collab and Don’t Starve ones have gotten me a tiny bit worried
about Jacks friends. If they can’t tell the difference then, yikes,
I’m still trying to figure out the message of the montage. The
different audio segments. My feeble guess at what he says?
ha, ha. Jack is dead, bitch. Now I’m terrified.’
part makes kind of sense, second part, not so much. I’ve listened to
the segment a heap load of times now but I’m not getting much wiser
these are my Anti theory bits for now. To
anyone reading this, thank you. Also, have a cookie!
free to share your thoughts about things.
It’s a lot of fun going through all the theories that people have
come up with so far and it gets me all excited. Good for story
inspiration stuff too.
This is dedicated to @connorxxmurphy and her wonderful cake! This is for you!
Evan hummed to himself as he stirred the cake batter. Soft instrumental music played in the background as the oven beeped, signifying that it was preheated.
Evan was making a cake for his boyfriend. Ever since he was little, Evan has always enjoyed baking, but now he had a reason to make a birthday cake for someone!
“How are you doing, Hon?” Heidi poked her head into the kitchen. Evan smiled warmly at her, and started to pour the batter into the pan.
“Good, Mom. It should be ready around 6, and Con and I are having a date here at 7.” He said. Heidi beamed.
“I will get out of the house by then, in that case, don’t want to ruin a special birthday date!” Heidi walked over to her son and rubbed his arms. “Do you have anything else planned for tonight?”
“Yup. Ordering pizza, and I have his favorite movie. For a gift, I got him a new hoodie, and the cake.”
“Aw, Evan, you are the sweetest boyfriend. Connor is going to love it.” Heidi gave Evan a small kiss on the cheek, one last arm squeeze, and walked out of the kitchen. Evan put the pan full of cake batter in the oven, and set the timer.
As he started to make the frosting, Evan let his thoughts travel. Connor and Evan had been dating for about five months now, every day better than the last, but this was the first birthday they had spent together. Evan wanted it to be perfect, and the one thing he knew for sure that he could make perfectly was cake. He hoped that Connor liked his new hoodie as well. Evan has been guilty of stealing a few (or more) of his boyfriend’s hoodies, but he couldn’t help it! All of his hoodies were constantly warm and smelled like Connor.
Evan finished the frosting (It was a regular green frosting with a hint of a mint taste) and set it to the side. The cake still have 10 minutes to bake, so texting Connor seemed like the most attractive idea right now.
Evan: hey connor!
Evan: how does it feel to be an old man now? youre officially 18!!
Connor: i kinda want to take a nap
Evan: con… its 5:30 in the evening, plus we have our special birthday date at 7… pls dont sleep
Connor: bah humbug
Evan: babe…. Thats christmas
Connor: what are you up to?
Evan: stuff hbu
Connor: very specific
Evan: shut up
Connor: im gonna take a shower i will text you when im on my way to your house
Evan: okie dokie!! See you soon!!
Evan put down his phone. There was a few more minutes on the cake, so Evan pulled out the rest of his supplies. He would need to wait for the cake to cool before frosting, but Evan was always impatient when it came to baking.
A mint bar, some sprinkles and more green food dye. Connor liked mint, so Evan couldn’t help but go all out for his boyfriend.
An hour later, everything was set up. The cake was frosted, and was sitting in the fridge (to hide from Connor). Evan had ordered the pizza, and it should arrive around the same time that Connor comes over. Evan’s phone buzzed.
Connor: i know im early but is it cool if i come over now
Evan: of course
Connor: see you in ten?
Almost exactly eight minutes later, there was a knock on the door.
“Coming!” Evan said, shoving the cake haphazardly into the fridge. Heidi came downstairs as Evan reached the door. He opened the door with great flourish. “Happy birthday Connor!” He shouted as his boyfriend came into view.
Connor was wearing his standard black hoodie and jeans. His hair was pulled back into a bun, and he was smiling.
“Thank you! How are you doing, babe?” Connor stepped into the house, giving Evan a quick kiss on the lips. Heidi walked in, and hugged Connor.
“Happy birthday!” Heidi said. Connor smiled. “Now, I will get out of your hair. Have fun you two!” In a flash, Heidi was gone.
“Ready to watch the movie?” Evan asked, grabbing Connor’s hand. Connor beamed at him, and let his boyfriend lead the way.
A few hours and a pizza later, Evan had decided that it was time for gifts.
“Babe, you really didn’t need to get me anythi-” Connor tried to protest as Evan ran out of the room to get his gift.
“Shush!” Evan called back, grabbing the hoodie. He didn’t bother wrapping it. “Happy birthday, Connor!” Evan wasn’t going to lie, he almost felt jealous about the look of pure joy that Connor had on his face when he saw the jacket.
“Evan!” Connor had simply exclaimed before slipping the jacket on. It was a good fit, amid the sleeves that went a little past Connor’s hands. “Thank you so much!” Evan kissed Connor before standing up again.
“I got one more thing for you,” He said before going into the kitchen. This time, Connor didn’t protest, only watched him go with wide eyes.
Evan brought out the cake with obvious pride. Connor’s jaw dropped as Evan placed the cake on the table in front of him.
“Ev…” Connor said in a breathy voice. Evan lit one of the candles that was placed in the center and sat down next to Connor.
“Happy birthday to you,” He started to sing softly. Evan was by no means a talented singer, but this was a special occasion. “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Connor, happy birthday to you!” Evan kissed Connor’s cheek and rested his chin on Connor’s shoulder. “Make a wish babe.”
Connor started to lean towards the cake but instead turned to Evan and kissed him deeply. It was only when Connor pulled away that Evan realized that Connor was crying. He quickly blew out the candle and hugged Evan tightly burying his face in Evan’s shirt.
“Hey. what is wrong?” Evan asked softly, feeling panicked. Did he not like the cake? Instead of responding, Connor just shook his head. After a few moments, Connor inhaled a shuddering breath and pulled out of the hug. Evan was quick to wipe away Connor’s tears. “Is it the cake? Is it too much?”
Connor laughed a watery laugh. “No, it’s not the cake. It is just, no one has ever done this much for my birthday, like ever. It means a lot to me.” Evan smiled, and moved close to his boyfriend.
“Alway, Connor. If I could, I would get the moon for you.” At Evan’s words, Connor smiled brightly, and kissed him. “Now, let’s get some cake, okay?”
Hiiii! I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a while, summer’s been busy! I hope you guys like this piece!! Depending on the feedback, I might make a multi-part fic out of it!! xx
Below his office, the party was in full swing, both regular and new clients filing in through the wide double doors. Harry watched the crowd move like cresting ocean waves, his eyes blank. New Year’s Eve was to start off with a bang, regardless of the obviously failing Prohibition the country was under, which meant that Harry’s clubs were packed, and his bank account was swelling with money from the alcohol Niall was slyly smuggling in from Ireland. Any night he wanted, Harry could have a bird on each arm, eager to get a taste of the Harry Styles, and the mere whisper of his name sent people scattering out of his way, making his life unbelievably easy. Harry smirked around the butt of the cigarette. This was it; this was why he came to America. The women, the power, and most of all, the money. Money, money, money was all Harry had seen over the last year. Prohibition was the best thing to ever happen to him.
The clock struck eleven fifty, and with a smug grin, Harry lit up another cigarette and grabbed his glass of Irish whiskey from his desk, striding to the office door. Throwing it open, Harry emerged into the small balcony overlooking the bar and dance floor, blood thrumming as cheers went up at the sight of him.
“To Mr. Styles!” One of the performers on stage hollered out, and crystal glasses glittered in the lighting as they raised into the air.
“Mr. Styles!” It was a jumbled roar of his name, and Harry smiled wickedly as he tipped his head and brought up his own glass. He glanced at his pocket watch again. Five minutes till midnight. His eyes went to the door again as it swung open, two young girls stepping into the room. From afar, he could tell they were both gorgeous, but the one on the right….she was a sight.
Hair curled to perfection, eyes sparkling with excitement as she clutched her comrade’s arm, her ruby painted lips splitting into a dazzling smile. A golden fringed dress clung to her body, stopping halfway down her soft-looking thighs, and the small inched heels were the last thing Harry saw before the girls stepped from the stairs, disappearing into the swirling party. The whiskey burnt his throat as he threw back the rest of the glass, turning to retreat back into his office. The New Year was of no importance to him; as long as no laws changed, Harry worried about nothing. He didn’t worry about how the raucous crowd took him back to the trenches, didn’t worry about how his hands shook as he poured another glass of whiskey. The chair creaked as he sat down again, breathing in the smoke of his cigarette and letting his head drop back. Harry’s eyes slipped closed and he sighed, mind going back to the golden-dressed beauty that had just slipped into his speakeasy. She wouldn’t be too hard to find, or too hard to seduce into his bed for the night. Harry had an aching hunger in the pit of his stomach to know how she would moan beneath him.
Two minutes till, Harry stood once again and descended the stairs to the main room, feigning a smile as he pushed his way through the drunken partygoers. Hands grabbed at him as he passed, but he paid no mind as the shimmering of a golden dress swirling across the room caught his eye. Then her friend came into sight, and Harry altered his course to get to her. She was even more beautiful as he neared, her face pretty, but not flawless. A little soft-looking, doughy maybe, around some areas, but a curl of desire yawned deep in his belly; he was tired of the perfect pin-up girls he normally took home. He wanted flawed, perfectly flawed, and this woman was it. She was gorgeous. Harry watched her friend’s eyes lock in on him, an eyebrow raising as she leaned into the girl’s ear, whispering.
Your head twisted around, following your best friend’s gaze to a stunningly beautiful man that the whole crowd seemed to part for. Forest green eyes roamed your body leisurely, his candy pink lips tugging into a smirk when he realized your eyes were on him. The man was dressed in a sharp black suit, a gleaming watch strung across his buttons and disappearing into his waist coat pocket. Broad shoulders, ring decorated large hands, and legs that went on for ages. His curly brown hair was pushed back off of his forehead, the sides a little longer than military style, and the set of his jaw made you think maybe he was indeed coming to flirt with you. The alcohol you’d downed in the half an hour at the club up the road was already fizzling through your blood and making you much more brave than normal, and you sent the man a sultry smile as your eyes met. Nothing but dark, hot promises swirled in his gaze, stoking the crackling fire that blazed in your belly. Tonight, you’d let yourself have fun just once. Every other night of the year you were the good girl you were supposed to be, but tonight…tonight you’d let loose.
“He’s got his eye on you,” your friend whispered, a jealous gleam in her eyes. “You’ll be the only one of us to get a fuck in tonight.” You laughed at her brashness, breaking your stare with the stranger to spin around with the music. He was close now, almost within an arm’s reach. Your dress flared out around you, but you were stopped mid-turn by long fingers wrapping around your arm and tugging you into a solid chest. Warm breath puffed on your neck, lips just centimeters from your skin.
“Yeh dancin’ fo’ me, love?” He wasn’t polite about his desire, his voice low and husky in your ear. His hands moved to your waist, his hips pressing into your back. You could feel him against you, half hard through his trousers. Wetness pooled in your panties.Your best friend had melted into the crowd, leaving you putty in the stranger’s warm, wandering hands. The hem of your dress slid up a little, his touch following shortly after.
“I am now,” you breathed, and you can feel the smile on his lips against the skin behind your ear. His tongue darted out to lick over the shell of your ear. His fingers trailed higher, and you couldn’t bring yourself to care how scandalous it was, having a man slide his hand up your dress in public.
“Do yeh wan’ m’ to fuck yeh?” Your breathing hitched as his thumb brushed the line of your underwear. A low chuckle vibrated against your back. “I’ll take that as a yes. Go straight back, staircase on the right. I’ll be there in a mo’.” Then he was pushing you away, straightening his overcoat as he cordially greeted some senator who definitely was not supposed to be in a speakeasy.
Harry watched you stumble towards his office, his jaw working as his eyes followed the way your dress fell over the swell of your ass. He cleared his throat. “Excuse me, gentlemen, but I’ve got some business I need to take care of.” Harry shook the senator’s hand, turning around and shoving his way across the floor. He took the stairs slowly, mind racing as he neared the door. He couldn’t wait to see how quickly you’d fall apart for him. You were admiring the photographs on his desk when he entered, your eyes snapping up to his.
“Your family?” Harry nodded, clicking the lock into place before shrugging off his overcoat. You watched him swagger over to you, his eyes dark.
“Didn’t invite yeh up here t’ talk about m’family, pet. How d’yeh wan’ it?” He wasn’t a complete beast; Harry loved seeing the way women fell apart because of him. There was something awfully aphrodisiacal about knowing that he was the reason a woman was shaking, moaning, falling over the edge. You blinked at him, stunned for only a moment before composing your unbothered expression.
“Any way you’d give it, honestly.” Harry’s eyebrow quirked. A smug smile pulled at his lips as he walked to you, his fingers dancing up your arms. You swallowed at his sudden closeness. He smelled wonderful, like citrus and cotton sheets and man. Your mouth had practically been watering since the moment you saw him. His hand pushed a piece of hair out of your eyes.
“An’ if I said righ’ here, ov’ m’desk?” You squirmed, mind filling with visions of him fucking you on the dark cherry wood. Before you knew what you were doing, you were perched on said desk, legs crossed and head tilted slightly as you looked at him from under your lashes.
“Don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep, Mr. Styles.” Harry’s pants tightened further at your words, a growl coming from his throat as he stalked to you. His lips met yours, hands cupping your cheeks as you gasped in surprise. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue past the seam of your lips, licking into your mouth eagerly. Your hands fumbled with his belt as he shallowly thrusted his hips, the hard outline of his cock brushing your thigh.
He was quick to shove down his trousers and underwear, his length tapping gently on his stomach. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, flushed, hard, and leaking. Harry smirked at the look on your face, one large hand wrapping around himself and tugging forward once, twice.
“None o’ tha’, angel, no’ tonight. ‘M gonna fuck yeh, yeah? Bend yeh ov’ m’desk and spread tha’ cunt real nice. C’mon, up yeh come.” Your blood sizzled at his words, lust raging through your system. Your panties had no hope; they’d been ruined the minute his suit jacket had come off. Harry helped you up, spinning you so your back was to his chest. Warm lips began to sponge up the side of your neck, greedy hands hiking your dress up slowly but surely. Then he was roughly bending you over, flipping the edge of your dress up over your back enough so he could see your backside. A low growl went through him.
“S’pretty, love, gorgeous. Can’t wait t’ be inside o’ yeh.” Your panties were slid to the side and a long finger ran up your slit, your body jerking at the pleasure. “Bloody soaked. Wan’ me t’ help yeh, pet?” Your cheek was pressed into the cool wood but you nodded, hips pushing back against his finger as he swirled it around your clit.
“Please.” It was a broken whimper that sent Harry’s dick throbbing, his eyes gleaming in the dark of the office.
“Shhh, sweetheart, ‘M gonna take care o’ yeh.” Harry wasted no more time before he was sliding inside of you, a delicious burning stretch following. The moan that came from him was almost enough to send you over, low and gravely and pure pleasure. Then Harry was moving, his cock thick and pulsing as it dragged along your walls. You cried out at the feeling, palms slapping to the desk as Harry ran his hands along the curve of your spine, grunting with each thrust. The party downstairs was all but drowned out as the sound of skin against skin filled the room, heavy breathing bouncing off the walls when his hips picked up speed. Your eyes screwed shut as pleasure coursed through you, walls clenching around Harry’s cock.
“Fuck, bloody–” He cut off with a deep moan, fingers dumpling the skin of your ass. Harry’s green eyes lowered to watch himself disappear into your cunt, a pleased smirk tugging at his lips as you writhed beneath him. His hands were everywhere, stroking the soft skin of your thighs, gripping your ass, wrapped in your hair…too much, it was all too much for you to take.
“Gonna cum!” You gasped against the desk, hips pushing back against his as he fucked into you. He was so thick inside of you, pulsing and warm as his tip brushed a spot that had you seeing white. “Harry!” Low moans came from him, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he felt heat coil tighter in his belly.
“C’mon, pet, cum fo’ me. Need yeh t’ cum,” he panted, reveling in the way your walls squeezed his cock. He’d never felt a cunt so tight and warm and wet. He was in pure bliss. Harry brought a hand to your heat, fingers circling your clit quickly as you called out his name again. Pleasure shot through you, your orgasm speeding towards you, and with a final thrust, Harry pushed you over the edge. He watched your face crumple in satisfaction as you came, cunt tightening wonderfully around his length. It wasn’t long before he followed after you, thick ropes of cum coating your walls. Your thighs shook as you came down, breathing harsh as Harry pulled out of you. It was silent while you both fought to regain your breathing, adjusting clothing and smoothing down hair. Harry’s face was even more beautiful post-orgasm, and he tasted as good as he looked when he pulled you in for a sloppy kiss. His head bobbed to the couch in the corner.
“You can sit there for a mo’ while you calm down. Be sure to shut the door on yeh way out.” Then he was gone, the office empty and cold without his dominating presence. You fell onto the couch with a sigh, a pleasant ache already forming between your thighs. It wasn’t too long before your head was on the arm of the sofa, your eyes drifting shut as you nodded off.
“Magnus freezes. It’s then that he realises. He should’ve seen it before. He’s fairly certain he’s crushing on his best friend. His neighbour. The one boy who grew alongside him.” Childhood sweethearts AU where Alec and Magnus grow up next door to each other. Over the years, they transition from playmates to best friends to something more. But as usual, the path to happiness is always complicated. Oneshot.
Despite what his sister thinks about his non-existent love life, Alec is not in danger of an oncoming descent into recluse crazy cat owner. For one; Church would eat his competitors for Alec’s undivided attention and two; Alec’s a little hung up over Magnus Bane.
When Magnus Bane bought the space for his dance studio, Pandemonium, he had no idea that the wall between it and the MMA Training Gym next door was so thin. Neither did he realize that a dispute over the loud music would lead to him becoming involved in the world of MMA and, more importantly, guide him to the man who would end up changing his life.
Alternate canon telling of Magnus and Alec’s story. Set in the TV ‘verse but without any of the main story of the books or TV show. There is no Valentine Circle Uprising Thing going on. It’s pretty much just an alternative version of how Alec and Magnus and their child(ren) become the Lightwood-Bane family.
Magnus Bane has made a name for himself in the fashion industry after raising high against all odds and becoming the Editor in Chief of the world’s most celebrated fashion magazine, Pandemonium. He’s powerful, influential, and most of all, he’s a genius.
Just not when it comes to technology. In fact, Magnus hates it with a passion.
So one can imagine his distaste when, after a huge thunderstorm, Pandemonium’s office lost every in a short circuit and he was forced to buy thousands worth of new fancy products from Light Inc., the world’s most renowned technology company.
Good thing all that high-tech crap comes with instructions in the form of Alec Lightwood.
The Olympic Games were more than the biggest sports competition of the world. It was the time for gods to be born, for the mighty to raise and triumph over fabulous feats. Athletes from all over the globe challenged the human body and competed to be consecrated the very best.
It is a time of high expectations and even higher levels of emotions. A time for greatness, for glory.
After one black out too many, Ragnor and Catarina had enough of Magnus trying to drink himself to an early grave. It was time for an intervention and they had the perfect place in mind: The Institute, the best rehabilitation installation in the New York state.
Only Magnus wasn’t exactly asked for his opinion on the matter. And if there is something Magnus doesn’t like, is to be forced into something.
Maybe the Head of the Institute, Alec Lightwood, is enough of an argument to chance his mind?
Alec Lightwood had a good life in Columbus, Ohio. He was growing strong as a lawyer in his mother’s law firm and achieving his dream-career step by step. He had a good life, comfortable and steady, if not a little boring.
So, when headhunter Magnus Bane offered him an interview at the prestigious IDRIS LLP in New York, Alec decided that it couldn’t hurt to take a look. After all, one didn’t turn down IDRIS LLP off the hat, even if they weren’t really interested.
Little did he know that New York offered much more than a job in a bigger company. The city was fast, insanely alive, but most of all, it had Magnus. And Magnus changed everything.
“A road trip?” Alec repeats instead, doing his best to hide the intrigued note in his voice at the description of the car as he sits in his chair, thumb running along the side of his middle finger. “Sounds fun.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” Magnus’ voice holds a lighter tone than before. It’s subtle, but it’s there, and Alec knits his brow together. “The Pacific Coast Highway is beautiful this time of year.”
Once upon a time, in a faraway land called Brooklyn, an older-than-he-seemed Warlock lived in a fashionable loft apartment…
Magnus Bane angers the wrong warlock and ends up with more than he bargained for. Not only is he cursed to live out fairytales that risk his life in increasingly creative ways, he also has to find his One True Love within the year or face dire consequences.
Alec couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so natural talking to someone—usually, he stuttered and had to scramble for things to say. With Magnus, it felt like they would never run out of things to talk about. The only hiccup was when the topic of careers came up; when Alec explained in detail how he worked as an editor, Magnus simply said he worked in fashion and demurred quickly. Alec didn’t push; he could imagine “I was a reality TV star” was a topic you would want to avoid on a first date.
AKA irreverent Christmas fluff in which Magnus Bane is a name everyone recognizes except Alec.
There were three unspoken rules to the Manhattan Institute of Higher Learning, New York’s premier private K-12 school:
1) Respect that the space under the football bleachers was for sex, and only for sex. 2) Don’t eat the cafeteria meatloaf. 3) Never mention Mr. Bane to Mr. Lightwood or vice versa, unless you wanted the whole class to get extra homework.
or, the ’i sneaked into this huge house party for some free alcohol but you asked me how i knew the host and the first excuse i could think of was that i’m dating their sibling, so i basically just lied to you about going out with you’ au
“I don’t wanna get married” - Bruce Wayne x Reader
This is just a little something that wasn’t planned. Just got the idea inspired by my own unwillingness to EVER get married (like I had a dream last night about it, as the fateful moment of saying “I do” came, I moonwalked myself out of the wedding venue…and I have recurring dreams like that often haha, so thought I’d write a story inspired by it). So here’s a little bonus story I wrote in twenty minutes, and kinda turned out weird. And don’t worry, the “smut” is coming later tonight ;-). Hope you’ll like it :
Warning for mentions of past abused and such things that can trigger some of you. It started in my head as a funny/fluffy story and…Well as I was writing it, kinda turned a bit angsty and heavy. Sorry ‘bout that.
Bruce was too focused on what he was doing to even notice Alfred’s presence, fully concentrated on his case of the moment. It’s only when the butler throws a tray full of biscuits and tea in front of him that his attention shifts from the screen of his bat computer to his surrogate father.
-”Uh ?” he says, not an ounce of intelligence in his eyes.
-…Outch. What’s all that about Alfred ?
-What ? What about her ? Is she ok ?!
The sudden distress in Bruce’s eyes soften Alfred’s feature a bit. It was impossible not to softly smile, at the worries that filled his beloved “master” at the mere mention of your name in a conversation hinting at a “problem”.
-She’s perfectly fine yes. I believe her and the children are having a water gun war in the garden. You know. Having fun. Maybe you should join them ?
Bruce winces at the mention of his family having fun without him. Ever since it got serious with you, right after Dick joined your family, Bruce made a promise to himself to always try to make some time for you and the boy. And when Jason, Tim and Damian joined, he tried to hold on to that promise even more but…Sometimes, he didn’t have a choice.
He was the Batman.
Sometimes, he couldn’t just “have fun”, and had to sacrifice his own life and happiness for the sake of Gotham City and its inhabitants.
It made his heart bleed, but he had to do it…and the fact that you were fully accepting of this, understanding it was definitely a big support. Thanks to you, and his incredibly strong will, he was able to handle everything. And though he wished he could come up and play with you guys, have a silly moment with the love of his life and his sons, he knew he had a duty to fulfill before.
Besides, if he wasn’t the one down there working, then it meant that it would be one of his boys or you, and he’d rather be the one sacrificing himself than any of you so…Here he was.
With a sad look that breaks Alfred’s heart a bit, he asks :
-Alright then, what is happening ? What about her ?
-Well, I have just one question sir.
-Go ahead Al’.
-Do you love her ?
-Yes. More than life itself. More than anything else but you damn well know that.
-Just making sure. And I lied. I actually don’t just have one question, but two.
Bruce sighs, something is telling him that his butler is mad at him, and he doesn’t even know why. Or what it got to do with you.
-Alright. Go ahead Alfred. Ask away.
The man who raised the Batman was suddenly very serious. His face was stoic and a bit harsh, and it was clear he meant business. With a strong and resolved voice, he looks at the one he came to call “son” and says :
-Why the Hell haven’t you propose to Miss (Y/N) yet ?
-Here again with the stupid “uh ?”. You understood me Master Bruce. Why didn’t you put a ring on Miss (Y/N)’s finger ?
Oh. So that’s what it was all about. With a chuckle, Bruce answers :
-Oh I have. Or at least, I tried. Ten times in fact.
Wh…what ? Alfred Pennyworth never felt so stunned in his entire life. What the hell did that even mean ?
under the cut is a list of fics that folks in the haikyuu fandom read to remind themselves that there is good in the world. i hope that the list can help spread some positive energy during this tough time. thank you to everyone who gave me suggestions and helped to put the list together!
fics are arranged by ship and include ao3 link, author, length, and summary. please let me know if one of your fics is on this list but your tumblr/twitter/etc isn’t linked, and i can add it.
I like the way your clothes smell by @mysecretfanmoments; kagehina; 75k; ‘Power outages, ghost stories, and the presence of a certain orange-haired boy lead to bad decision-making on Tobio’s part. He’d planned to keep his crush a secret; the universe has other plans.’
Painting with Words series by iwillstillopenthewindow; kagehina; 11k; 2 fics; ‘Where Hinata has trouble writing and Kageyama has difficulty seeing the world in color again.’
kisses by buu; 4k; ‘There’s a blur and Hinata remembers warm lips, surprisingly soft from someone who frowns all the time, and Kageyama’s terrified face when he pulls back, and the electricity running through Hinata’s entire body, heating his cheeks to match Kageyama’s. / Kissing, it turns out, is as good as volleyball.’
Ridiculous by @festivetrickster; kagehina ft yachi; 3.5k; ‘After Yachi’s heater broke at her own apartment, Hinata and Kageyama invite her to stay at theirs until it gets fixed. Only, the problem is: 1) the repairman is never going to come, 2) temporarily living with Hinata and Kageyama is …stressful, to say the least.’
maps, from me to you by tothemoon; kagehina; 10k; ‘This is a (non-chronological) account of the memories they make out of millimeters.’
love and now by @plotghosts; kagehina; 16k; ‘After their break-up three years prior, Hinata attends Kageyama’s final university match.’
A Couple of Awesome Players by Esselle; gen kagehina; 3k; ‘Shouyou meets volleyball and Kageyama at roughly the same time—during his first year of middle school.’
Paws for a Second by LemonNinjaa; kagehina; 3k; ‘Daichi decides that working on teamwork is important, and Hinata volunteers Kageyama’s house. Little does Karasuno know that Kageyama has two fluffy secrets.’
You’d fit my lonely arms so perfectly by boxofwonder; daisuga; 25k; ‘Suga accidentally calls a stranger instead of his best friend, tells him all about his burned batch of cookies before realising, and that particular mistake might turn out the best one he ever made.’
pride by @owlinaminor; daichi genfic ft. daisuga; 4k; ‘Daichi knows that Hinata accidentally called him ‘Dad’ once, and Suga often teases him about parenting the first-years, but this is just ridiculous. / “I’m not your dad, I’m your captain!” Daichi protests. / The cheering only increases in volume. They’re probably disturbing anyone who’s still at the school – but then, it’s New Year’s Eve. Nobody is still at the school besides Daichi’s insane, ridiculous, wonderful team. / “Okay, fine,” he says at last, raising his hands in surrender. “I’m proud to be your dad.”’
Perfectionism by @mysecretfanmoments; daisuga; 3k; ‘“I just wish it was something you could practice before you have to… perform.” He narrows his eyes, imagining it. “Like a CPR class.” / Suga raises an eyebrow. “You want to practice it. Beforehand.” / “Yeah. Are you offering?” / ((Daichi doesn’t like to be bad at things–kissing included–and Suga is willing to help him practice.))’
the perfect stranger by @downmoonwrites; daisuga; 26k; ‘There’s a man standing outside Suga’s door. / Scratch that. Start over. / There’s a man he doesn’t know standing outside his door, holding his sleeping nephew in one arm, with another kid clinging tightly to his free hand.’
Black and Blue by @makariawritesabout; daisuga; 117k; Daichi’s new (temporary) neighbor is not only stunningly beautiful but also funny, friendly, with just a touch of mysterious. / Naturally, Daichi freaks the fuck out. / (AU where everyone lives in the same building and everyone is gay)’
Add New Contact by booksong; daisuga; 9k; ‘"Daichi was leaning contemplatively on the sill of his open window, waiting for the icy breeze he was letting into his room to wake him up to how utterly stupid he was being. He’d always hated stories, real or fictional, about people doing ridiculous and self-destructive things for love, but now here he was, palming his smartphone idly and wondering with complete seriousness if it would survive an eight meter drop with substantial but repairable damage.“ / (Or; All Daichi’s electronics are endangered the moment he realizes he can’t get that sweet, patient, ridiculously attractive IT tech off his mind.)’
World Will Follow After by @kiribakus; daisuga; 7k; ‘Sir, are you interested in the flavor of the day? Is that what’s going on here?? Could you please decide whether you’re looking over here or looking downward??? Is this some kind of weird Morse code???? Sir I don’t understand what is going on and my face is burning sir please—’
Build A Temple in Me by @kiribakus; iwaoi; 40k; ‘Up the mossy mountain steps, past the komainu guardians and the faded red gate, and beyond the boundaries of the green shrine—that’s where the forest and the spirit world within it lies. That’s where Hajime met him, and where their story began. / But intertwining of destinies can be ugly business, Hajime finds, when their first meeting begins with blood and the too-human eyes of a beast.’
how to let your planets align by tothemoon; iwaoi; 16k; ‘It is the last day on earth, December 2nd, 1985, when you realize you’re in love with him.’
midnight boy/sunset town by carafin; iwaoi; 10k; ‘In which Iwaizumi Hajime grows a few chili plants, participates in an eating contest, breaks into a park, and falls in love with a man who doesn’t ever sleep - not exactly in that order.’
I sure hope that guy gets fired by Xov; iwaoi; 30k; ‘It was the fourth time experiencing the exact same day that Iwaizumi Hajime reluctantly admitted to himself that something was very wrong.’
Phone Home by ghostystarr; iwaoi; 7k; ‘Oikawa Tooru is currently orbiting Earth at 445 kilometers per minute, but falling in love with the voice in his ear makes it feel so much slower than that.’
Through My Eyes by anchoringsouls; iwaoi; 3k; ‘“I think if you ever saw yourself through my eyes, you would fall in love with yourself the same way the way I did with you.”’
the BEES KNEES by munzie and oikawamemesquad; iwaoi & bee x knee; 300 words; ‘KN(B)EEwaoi: the fic (boy x boy, R-18, dont like dnt read!1!!!)’
Close to the Chest by @darkmagicalgirlwrites; kyouhaba; 61k; ‘It takes Yahaba thirteen years to realize he’s different from the other kids, one to figure out how to hide it, and two more to learn to be happy just the way he is. Yahaba’s journey ft. an extremely annoyed Kyoutani, best friend in the world Watari, and loads and loads of good senpai Oikawa.’
Laughter by @kiyala; kyouhaba; 2k; ‘Kyoutani has a cute laugh and suddenly, Yahaba has a crush.’
Entwined by @kiyala; kyouhaba; 2.5k; ‘Soulmates share their emotions with each other when their hands touch. Yahaba experiences it for the first time when he and Kyoutani share a high five after winning a match.’
Colourmarks by @kiyala; kyouhaba; 4k; ‘Kyoutani and Yahaba keep leaving marks on each other everywhere they touch. They’re trying their best to ignore it, and what it means.’
no solution series by fortyfiveangrycats; kyouhaba; currently 17k & 4 fics; ‘parallel lines, parallel stories. basically a bunch of kyouhaba fics that all remotely tie together.’
plus one by safra; matsuhana; 6k; ‘"Did you know we’re dating?” / “What? Says who?” / “Says everyone apparently.” / “Oh,” Hanamaki frowns for a few seconds before shrugging and turning his attention back to the chocolate fountain. “Nice."’
A Bouquet of Flours by @guyfierimpreg; matsuhana; 5k; ‘“Is that a flour sack in a diaper,” Iwaizumi deadpanned, looking at the offending thing with a Look saved only for dealing with Hanamaki and Matsukawa (and occasionally Oikawa, though the Look for Oikawa came with a lot more vein-popping and swearing). / “Don’t talk about our baby like that,” Matsukawa shot back.’
stranger things by laubear; matsuhana; 10k; ‘In 2012, the men’s national volleyball team took home the bronze at the Asian Cup. Tokyo Skytree opened to the public. Also, the dashing Hanamaki Takahiro and painfully cool Matsukawa Issei started a radio show out of Aoba Johsai’s abandoned A/V room and accidentally became the two most popular guys in school.’
geronimo by lagatos; bokuaka; 28k; ‘"beach resort au” where Bokuto Koutarou works in a small tourist town’s beach resort, renting out kayaks and surfboards for people he’ll never see again. Akaashi Keiji moves into town for the summer for a photography internship and Bokuto insists on showing him how the natives live.’
oh baby, can’t you see by commovente; bokuaka; 2k; ‘akaashi keiji’s comprehensive list of all 37 of bokuto-san’s weaknesses.’
wanderlust led me home to you by earlgrey_milktea; bokuaka; 13k; ‘When a tall, dark stranger walks into Koutarou’s shop one day, he was in no way prepared for his entire life to be changed at a glimpse of those breathtaking grey-green eyes. / in which bokuto fiddles with a music box that makes no sound, akaashi is a plant person, and some secrets must be revealed sooner or later.’
Rules by conesofdunshire; bokuaka; 120k; ‘In which Akaashi Keiji is an overworked accountant who stumbles upon Bokuto one night playing the piano in the lobby of his work. Bokuto is different, that much is obvious. But with such supreme musical talent and a smile so dazzling it rivals the sun, there’s just something about him that brings Akaashi back every night.’
black cats & voodoo dolls by ohhotlamb; bokuroo; 4.5k; ‘“So, hypothetically, if I wanted to put a curse on somebody and make them suffer but I didn’t really want them to die—how would you suggest that, um, I do that?” / Kuroo looks up over his completely wholesome and not-at-all suggestive magazine (covered by another magazine—a nature special on humpback whales or some other majestic shit like that) to find an extremely hot and extremely sad-looking guy. Kuroo raises an eyebrow, but it’s invisible under the black of his fringe. He alternates brows. / “Damn. Who fucked you over?”’
the yeah yeah yeah song by keptein; bokuroo; 5k; ‘And the light from the stage catches in the guy’s hair, so blond it shines white like a beacon, like one of the stars overhead. Tetsurou leans over and yells in his ear, hand on one solid shoulder, “Cool hair!” / “You too!” the guy yells back, “I dig the sex hair look!”’
A Very Kuroo Chirstmas by AQuinton; kurotsukki; 2k; ‘Tsukishima Kei loves all things Christmas. But he doesn’t plan on admitting that to anyone anytime soon.
Who Done It by galaxymouth; kurotsukki; 1k; ‘Tsukishima Kei has hickeys on his neck and no one on the entire volleyball team can figure out who could ever get close enough to the wall of salt to leave them there. The volleyball club suddenly becomes a detective debate club.’
Dovetail by ideallyqualia; ushiten; 31k; ‘To know something like the back of your hand means that you know that person or that thing very, very well.’
i’m a house with no windows, you’re the flowers on the front porch by @tendouaf; 67k; currently 9/? chapters; ‘Wakatoshi likes absolutes. He likes the idea of something being unchangeable, immovable, because he doesn’t have to worry needlessly about it. He can focus his energy on other, more important things. And among the absolutes he feels in his life, his bond with Satori is one of them. / (aka: a fic focusing on ushiten’s development from childhood through adulthood that no one really asked for but I felt an extremely strong urge to write anyway)’
Kings of the Road, Kings of the Universe by @ezzydean; captains genfic; 17k; ‘Eight magical captains, one bus, an entire summer (and country) waiting for them. / What could possibly go wrong? / (The magic of friendship meets the magic of a summer road trip meets pure magic.)’
holding out for a hero by @dicaeopolis; captains genfic; 17k; ‘Kuroo, Oikawa, Bokuto, and Daichi make up a team of superheroes fighting to keep their city free from crime. But they might’ve met their match in a powerful nature spirit that seems determined to take them down for good. / Also, it would really help Kuroo’s concentration if his teammates stopped wearing so much spandex. / Or: the superhero slice-of-life that nobody asked for.’
rarepairs & multishipping:
jaywalkers series by @sturlsons; kurotsukki, bokuaka, yamayachi, & others; currently 95k & 18 fics; ‘A collection of stories the morals of which all amount to: if something can go wrong, it will. Also, if something can go right, it also will. / Alternatively, that one college AU where everyone fucks all the shit up.’
Hearts aren’t bulletproof by boxofwonder; ushioi; 11k; ‘Being a superhero is hard. / Having a crush on your High School rival is hard. / Your High School rival having a crush on your Superhero identity without knowing it’s you is … kind of the worst.’
This Insignificant Pride and Prejudice by @mysecretfanmoments and poulerslashes; ushioi; 34k; ‘Oikawa Tooru graduated high school with the burning desire to succeed in his college career. He’d hoped that might include taking down his arch-nemesis along the way, but when he finds that his college team hosts an offensively familiar face, he can’t help but think that the universe might be conspiring against him. After all, what could be worse than playing on the same team as Ushijima?’
babysitters club by tesselated; tsukkiyama; 4k; ‘This is the problem with Yamaguchi: he’s too nice. Tsukishima has known this since they were thirteen, but apparently he’s never learned because here he is, babyproofing their apartment for the third time this month because Sugawara knows Yamaguchi will say yes when he asks them to babysit.’
blue summer sky by deanpendragon; tsukkiyama; 32k; ‘In which Tadashi manages his grandfather’s pet store and Tsukishima works at the music shop next door. Lots of exclamation points, dialogue, obvious crushes, internal (and overexcited) monologuing, animal trivia, and terrible puns ensue.’
That Go Bump In the Night by sushibomb; oikuroo; 19k; currently 1/3 chapters; ‘Oikawa has always been fascinated with the unknown. Aliens, monsters, ghosts, you name it, he can tell you a little something about the lore. So when a mysterious new person moves into his apartment complex, Oikawa is determined to prove that this seemingly normal guy might be one of the undead. But what happens when it turns out that he’s right?’
Unconventional Wisdom by irlbokuto; bokuroo, daisuga, and iwaoi; 60k; currently 12/? chapters; ‘They say you don’t really know a person until you live with them. After late night grocery runs, singing competitions, stove fires, alien conspiracies, laundry mishaps, excessive penalty drills, identity crises, and falling in love with your best friend, you begin to see life in a different light. You knew playing volleyball would take you places, but this was the farthest scenario from your mind. / Or, a tale of how Kuroo Tetsurou found himself rooming with three other volleyball captains at university.’
romance ‘n’ all that jazz by @tobioslilgiant; goshihina; 12k; ‘The smile drops from Goshiki face and his steaming cup of coffee nearly slips from his hand when he realizes: there’s someone already standing there. Standing in his spot. / Someone who’s assaulting poor, unsuspecting passerbies with the offensive noise known as jazz. / OR: AU where Hinata and Goshiki are rival street performers’
a dash of sugar and a spoonful of salt by @tobioslilgiant; goshihina; 1.5k; ‘"I don’t who keeps leaving me sweets but whoever it is, I’m gonna marry them,” Hinata gushes. / “Really?” Shirabu demands, jarring Goshiki from his thoughts. “You don’t even know who’s sending them, though. They could be hideous—” he looks over at Goshiki—“or painfully annoying.” / OR: the college AU where Goshiki keeps anonymously leaving baked goods in front of Hinata’s dorm room and Shirabu’s completely lost any semblance of chill he’s ever had’
The Kindling Alchemist by kvhottie; kagehina, tsukkiyama, daisuga, & others; 15k; currently 3/? chapters; ‘The lovechild of FMA:B and Psycho-pass AU. / “…and finally your partner, Major Kageyama, the Crystal Aconite Alchemist.”/ Hinata’s eyes darted to Kageyama and looked him up and down. Dark hair, blue eyes, and a stoic expression—he definitely wasn’t the life of the party. Hinata smirked, almost sure that Kageyama’s alchemy element was something cold, just like his demeanor. It was fine; he always liked a challenge.’
red skinny jeans by @dicaeopolis; tentsukki; 4k; ‘The trials of one prickly student-librarian and the guy who seems to enjoy nothing more than pissing him off. / Or, “Tsukishima Kei and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day"’
Herding Cats by notallbees; kuroyaku; 15k; ‘Cat-sitting in his new boyfriend’s apartment seems like a stress-free way for Kuroo to get out of his mom’s house for a week, and to win some brownie points with Yaku. But cats often have their own ideas about how things should be run, and Kuroo has his work cut out if he wants to impress Porco and Rosso.’
when the moon hits your eye by Metis_Ink; ushijima/futakuchi; 10k; ‘The stress of new captaincy is troubling enough when there’s not a nationally-recognized, socially-stunted rival captain inappropriately concerned with your eating habits. Futakuchi is disappointed to find that that’s just the beginning of it.’
it’s tradition. by hicsvntdracones; kyouhaba, iwaoi, matsuhana, & kinkuni; 6k; ‘It’s tradition, it’s tradition, they all say as they gather up the second and first years. The second years have a look of hard determination, while the first years are simply confused. Oikawa claps his hands together. / "Let’s begin this year’s annual training camp truth or dare!” / Kunimi tries to run.’
Touch by @mysecretfanmoments; yakulev; 10k; ‘After a twisted ankle and an uncomfortable realization, Yaku starts to see a different side of Lev—one he doesn’t want to kick at all. (Or, well… not often.)’
Despite the Warning Signs by @natroze; tensuga; 16k; ‘“War,” Suga says, quite cordially. “This means war.” / Or, the one where Tendou and Suga end up roommates in college and immediately engage each other in dorm room prank combat. Romantically.’
a little piece of home by spacegirlkj; oihina; 3k; ‘It’s a big step, Shouyou thinks as he stands back, wiping the paint of his hands to look at the blue room. / Their first real home, Tooru and him.’
Boatman by @surveycorpsjean; bokuto/iwaizumi; 4k; ‘Bokuto finds him, washed up, dehydrated, woven in translucent webbing. / Of course they fall in love.’
Stuck in the Middle with You by overlymetaromantic; oisuga; 15k; ‘It’s not the kind of blossoming relationship either of them would expect, but maybe, just maybe, it could lead to something good.’
Phases by togekissies; oisuga; 3k; ‘i. Moon witch Sugawara meets weather witch Oikawa on the street, strikes up a friendship. / ii. Moon witch Sugawara spends longer than is necessary texting weather witch Oikawa, is judged by his cat. / iii. Moon witch Sugawara, emboldened by the full moon, asks weather witch Oikawa a silent question. Weather witch Oikawa says yes.’
Daredevil on the slope by @smokey310; bokuakakurotsukki; 124k; ‘„Seriously. What kind of supernatural being did I piss off to deserve this,“ sighed Tsukishima on their way up to the mountain. Akaashi sat next to him in the little chair lift and watched the trails of small paw prints disappear between the clusters of fir trees. The snow glittered in the sun, the air was icy fresh and everything would have been picture perfect if it wasn’t for the intruder shaking his snowboard around in the third seat. / “Are you talking about me?” asked Tanaka, whom Tsukishima was very obviously talking about. / “Do you see any other people which the devil would have sent to punish me?” / “There’s some right behind us,” said Tanaka, pointing to the following chair lift filled with an excitedly jumping Bokuto, a maniacally smiling Nishinoya and Kuroo who sat in the middle and looked like he contemplated jumping into the treetops below. / Well – he did have a point there.’
Mannequin Men by @surveycorpsjean; bokuakakurotsukki; 76k; ‘The modeling world is full of hungry wolves, constantly clambering over the other, snarling and desperate. They fight, and they kill, trampling over anything in their path. / In this case, Akaashi fell in love with the wolves.’
Sunshine Cafe by shions_heart; kenhina; 2.5k; ‘In which a tired college student’s daily routine is turned upside-down by the arrival of an adorable barista with sunshine in his smile.’
Push and Pull by @aroceu; kagetsukki; 11k; ‘The one where Kageyama and Tsukishima can’t be in different rooms if they don’t want to die (or at least hurt each other), and Kageyama has feelings.’
The trick to my treat by Etstrubal; bokutsukki; 3k; ‘Tsukki is pretty much addicted to sugar, and Bokuto makes the best sweets in town.’
OUT! by @yamaguchigrin; yamaguchi/male oc; 106k; ‘JAPAN’S FIRST GAY ATHLETE COMES OUT! / Yamaguchi never expected to read THAT headline in Gay Japan News, but he about fainted when he scrolled down to the photograph. There–volleyball on his hip, naked from his Seijoh shorts upward and eyes pleading for readers to devour him–was the familiar face of Oikawa Tooru. / Oikawa? Gay? OUT?’
the lost boys by @owlinaminor; shiratorizawa genfic ft ushiten; 61k; ‘A group of boys lost everything in war only to inherit a country that no longer knows its place in the world. How do they grow up? Who do they look up to? Where do they go to find purpose? There is only one answer: they turn to each other.’
Dear Mister Ghost by phantomdieb; shiratorizawa genfic; 5k; ‘The Volleyball team of Shiratorizawa is allowed to practice at school in their autumn holidays. Everything seems alright until suddenly two of them go missing - followed by more of them. Is that the Shiratorizawa Academy’s ghost?’
senpai troubles by @owlinaminor; one-sided goshiki/all his senpai & minor ushiten; 5.5k; ‘“Um, senpai?” Tsutomu wonders. “What does gay mean?” / Shirabu stares at him for another long moment, unblinking – then leans back against the bench and tilts his face up to the ceiling. / “Nope,” he declares, to nobody in particular. “I am not dealing with this.”’
intra-team espionage by hananapeel; aone & futakuchi; 1.2k; ‘A normal end to a normal Friday night: a fuming Kamasaki, an unapologetic Futakuchi, and Aone, who is dragged along for the ride every single time.”
it’s like the hunger games, but better by safra; seijoh genfic; 3k; ‘“Just a game of paintball?” Hanamaki parrots, eyes widening as he takes another step forwards until they’re standing practically nose to nose. “Kindaichi, Kindaichi, my poor naive Kindaichi. This is more than just a game.” / Kindaichi frowns. “It…is?” / “Kindaichi,” Oikawa says sharply, shoving Hanamaki out of the way so he can grasp Kindaichi tightly by the shoulders. “This is a matter of life or death.” / “I mean, I don’t think it’s really tha—” / “Life or death,” Oikawa, Hanamaki, Matsukawa and Iwaizumi say loudly in unison.’
A Good Day by bishounen_curious; saeko & natsu; 2k; ‘For the SASO2016 Prompt: Remember when the big sis of the Karasuno team met the team’s little sis?’
second year volley squad by garbagecannot; karasuno second-years genfic; 3.5k; ‘Kino: no-one cares tanaka / Tanaka: shot through the heart and you’re to blame / Or how five high school volleyball players with only their club in common, slowly but surely, became best friends.’
Hello, Halcyon Days by tookumade; aone & hinata; 2k; ‘No matter where he walked in Sendai city, Aone was always given a wide berth. He supposed it made getting around places easier, but there was a sort of loneliness in how people gave him fearful looks and avoided him as much as they did.’
no unread messages by warfare; kageyama & kenma; 5k; ‘Kageyama also remembers that he’d failed utterly at getting to talk to him. He’d been baffled about it at the time; what kind of setter doesn’t want to talk about setting? But maybe this is the answer. Maybe Nekoma’s setter - (“Kenma,” Hinata chides frustratedly the third or fourth time he says it, “his name is Kenma") - maybe Kenma-san is just bad face-to-face. Kageyama can understand that, to some extent, although he doesn’t quite understand why that would extend to talking to him about volleyball, but fine. He can accommodate this, if that’s what it takes. He asks for Kenma’s contact information immediately. Hinata copies it into his phone with a weird, sour face, muttering, “I mean it, Kageyama, you better not be a jerk to him.” Kageyama has no idea what Hinata is insinuating, and he forgets the comment almost immediately.’
levels of investment by @skittidyne; karasuno genfic; 9k; ‘Yamaguchi was far less nervous in practice than any games, and he’d gotten far more skilled at serving in a few short months, so Tsukishima was utterly unprepared for the feeling of a volleyball slamming into the back of his head. / There was a beat of silence. / The ball had enough of an angle to bounce off his head and over to the other side of the net, landing neatly in front of a stunned Sugawara. / (( or: Ennoshita plots for the future, Suga wants to mess around and is intent on dragging everyone down to his level, Noya tries to become a spiker, Kiyoko is a good senpai, Yamaguchi cries, and Tsukishima wonders if he’s been dropped off in the Twilight Zone without his notice ))’
How to be a Good Boyfriend. (Evan Hansen x Reader)
Request: Evan x reader something fluffy please!
WC: 4,097 (I’m sorry)
A/N: I’m going to put this under a read more because it’s long. I’m not even sure if this is good or even fits the request. Feedback would be greatly appreciated.
Evan wanted you to know how much he loved you, he really did. It was hard sometimes because of his anxiety. He had never been in a relationship before. He didn’t know what to do. He never felt like he was giving as much to your relationship as you were. You constantly tried to reassure him that he was, but in his on special way. He never accepted that though. Evan wanted to be an affectionate boyfriend that could do sweet things for you. Not a boyfriend who was flustered to even hold your hand.
just a random idea that came to me in a fever dream earlier this week. rated E for explicit smutty smut smut. enjoy!
“You want me to do what?”
Peeta frowned at her foot, wielding the nail polish brush threateningly. “First, I want you to hold still.” Katniss wriggled her toes defiantly but then obliged, hardly daring to breathe when he swiped the coral nail polish onto her big toe in nice, even strokes. It looked perfect, of course. He could always paint better than she could, even nails.
“Seriously, though. You want me to go to a dinner party with you?” she asked. He glanced up at her with a crooked smile before he started painting her next toenail.
“You make it sound like I’ve asked you to strip naked and run around the block or something,” he said, focusing on her toes. She snorted, then clamped her lips shut when he shot her a warning look. Snorting made her foot jiggle, apparently. “It’s just a dinner party. Delly asked everyone to bring a guest–someone, and I quote, ‘interesting.’ So I’m asking you.”
Katniss stared at the top of his head, his blond curls falling across his forehead as he worked. “But I don’t really know her. And what a weird stipulation,” she said with a laugh.
Peeta shrugged. “Delly likes her theme parties,” he muttered, tongue poking out the corner of his mouth as he delicately painted her pinky toe. Satisfied with his work, he shot her a triumphant smile. “And you’re the most interesting person I know.”
She rolled her eyes. “Says the guy who paints nails better than any girl I know.”
He gave her a look of mock offense. “Are you questioning my masculinity? You know how I feel about rigid gender roles.” Then he held up his hand, palm flat, fingers spread. “And who’s got a steadier hand than me?” She kicked playfully at his hand, and he made a noise of protest, grabbing her ankle to place her foot down on the coffee table. “Don’t mess up my hard work.”
Katniss slumped down into the couch, chewing on her lip. “You know I don’t like people. How am I supposed to be interesting around a bunch of strangers?”
Screwing the nail polish bottle shut, Peeta sat back on his hands. “Just think of it as a challenge. See how often you can work into the conversation that dry wit and razor-sharp sarcasm of yours without them realizing you’re insulting them.”
“Do you want people to hate me?” she asked wryly, folding her arms over her chest. He grinned.
“Delly said interesting. She didn’t say anything about likable.” He laughed when she flipped him off, then pushed off the floor to stand up. “I should head home. But I swear, if you just be yourself, people will love you.” She didn’t think it was that simple. Peeta never had to worry about getting people to like him; it just came naturally to him. But she didn’t argue the point, letting him pull her up from the couch. With cotton balls stuffed between her toes, she wobbled after him to the front door. Grabbing his jacket from the coat rack, he turned to her. “So you’ll come?”
A/N - Shimmy Shimmy KoKoBop … I think i like it! Hellooooo everyone! I’m back! Here with another reaction/scenario featuring EXO who recently made their 2017 comeback with KoKoBop and Power! Hope this brings a smile to your lovely faces! (Yo I’m still shooketh from The Eve performance doe) :)
You were on a double date with Xiumin and his girlfriend when you realized your boyfriend was dragging behind in line. Looking back, you noticed Xiumin whisper into his ear urging him forward. Come to think of it, those two seemed to be talking more on your double date than you had with Suho. You pouted waiting for your boyfriend to join you. “You want to walk any slower grandpa?” you asked with sass. You saw your boyfriend smile up at you and the trio continue to walk forward when Xiumin suddenly exclaimed, “Well we both will be heading out.” “What Why? We are almost in the front.” “Oh don’t worry about us, you lovebirds have fun!” He exclaimed running out of the line hand in hand with his girlfriend. You felt an arm slithering around your waist bringing you closer to a sturdy body. A kiss on your cheek brought you out of the state of confusion you were in. “We’re next in line Y/N,” Suho stated, pulling you into the Ferris wheel Car. You sat opposite him as the operator locked the gates and pressed the keypad to push the car forward. As you nearly reached the peak you noticed Suho pulling his jacket closer to his body. You cold?” He asked. You shook your head. “Why don’t you come here and share some of that warmth?” He asked matter-of-factly. You raised your eyebrow questioning his incentive. He raised his arms feigning innocence. “I’ll behave I swear!” He exclaimed. You walked over to his side and sat on his lap while pulling him into an embrace. A few moments passed when he started speaking of the first moment he laid eyes on you to each memorable date he had with you. You looked up in shock to realize that he remembered so much of the minor details. He continued speaking, “I loved every moment of these past three years with you. Can I continue to be in your life forever?” A breath left your lips when he pulled out a case from his pocket. Opening it, he unveiled a beautiful diamond ring which twinkled in the lights. “Will you marry me Y/N?” A small smile formed on your lips. “Is this what you were talking to Xiumin about?” He chuckled softly. “Yeah I was kinda nervous about this actually … that I might mess it up.” You gazed into his eyes - there was a certain softness and yet, also a strong vibe emanating from them - a quality which made you fall for him in the first place. “Of course I will marry you, you dork!” you exclaimed throwing your arms around his shoulders and sealing the deal with a kiss. He brought you closer until there was hardly any gap between you two. One hand gripped your waist tightly while the other sneakily rose up your shirt. When you two finally pulled back for air he whispered against your lips, “I thought you wanted me to behave.” You smiled and closed the gap between both of your lips once more.
After wishing Suho luck with his proposal, you and Xiumin rushed off to one of the game booths to try your luck with winning one of the stuffed animals. It had always been a wish of yours to go out to a theme park and play these games with your boyfriend. Since he would constantly be at practice, the two of you would rarely have enough time to meet up on fun occasions like this. You wanted to make the best of it. You had to agree that he was pretty good at these games. It was almost as if it was the stress relief he needed. It wasn’t until he maintained a winning streak where you felt like you were more of his manager than his girlfriend since you ended up carrying all his prizes. You came across a shooting range booth when Xiumin exclaimed, “Y/N can you hold this too? That puppy plushie will be perfect for Baekhyun! I have to win that!” Before you had a chance to respond you were immediately holding the largest teddy bear known to mankind since it was bigger than your own body! You stumbled a bit trying to gain your balance with the amount of weight you were carrying. Who ever thought plushies could actually be heavy? Thankfully you found a bench behind the booth and took a seat. You dropped the plushies off to the side when you looked up to see Xiumin running towards you with a puppy doll in his hands. “I got one for all the members now!” He screamed with joy when you stood up with a pout and began to walk away. Xiumin noticed your sad demeanor and pulled you back to him. “Aww is my baby sad cause I didn’t win her anything?” You scoffed and nudged his chest. He giggled and asked opening his arms out wide, “Why do you need a plushie when you have me?” A small smile appeared on your lips. oH gOD. Even you couldn’t resist this cuteness. You leaned forward and pinched his cheeks when he quickly tugged on your jacket pulling you into his chest. “I was just teasing. Of course oppa won them for you, baby ~”
“Yixing will you slow down?” you exclaimed as your boyfriend ran up the stairs. Your legs literally felt as if they were moments away from plummeting to the ground with all the running you have been doing. Your gaze shifted upward to see your boyfriend turning back to face you with a sly smile on his lips. “Aww is baby tired already?” he said softly earning a glare from you, “We are almost there, just a little bit more.” You sighed. “And why are we doing this exactly?” He responded with another smile. “You will see.” Before you had a chance to respond, he raced up the stairs causing you to follow in pursuit. When you finally reached the top door, he grasped your hand and together the two of you walked through. The crisp, warm summer air rushed through your loose hair, easing your soul after that hell of a workout. A soft gasp escaped your lips when you saw the soft flickering lights from the city below. “Yixing this is beautiful.” You turned back to see your boyfriend leaning against the cement walls with his hands behind his head, clearly proud of accomplishing this feat. He slowly puckered his lips and blew a kiss towards you, causing your cheeks to heat up. He gestured you to come forward and you sauntered towards him. Picking up his phone, he started playing music from your favorite tracks. He left one earbud in his ear and placed the second into yours and then pointed to the sky. As if on cue, a shot of light burst from the ground to an array of dancing sparks which illuminating the night sky. And from this vantage point, the entire scene was simply spectacular. You smiled back at him. “You raced all this way just so we could have this moment with fireworks?” He brought you closer to his chest and pecked your nose. “Yep, its this kind of moment which means the world to me.”
“Let’s try this one!” You exclaimed tugging your boyfriend’s hand towards the tallest roller coaster in the theme park. Baekhyun glanced upward and squinted from the sun’s rays. “Now you have officially lost your mind,” he mumbled giving you a judging look, “How about we just go in the Spinning Tea Pots?” “Because I’m pretty sure you’ll use that moment alone to your advantage, you pervert!” He threw his head back in laughter, astonished by how well you know him. “It’s either this or the haunted house,” you challenged, knowing his intense fear of anything horror related. You saw him shifting his eyes in deliberation when you thought of an idea. “Rock Paper Scissors?” You asked suddenly catching him off guard. You didn’t wait for him to respond and immediately played the best out of three match which you ended up winning. Jumping with joy, you exclaimed, “How about we do the Haunted House?” Beakhyun’s eyes grew wide as melons when he fought back, “Wait you said you wanted to go on the coaster!” “Well I changed my mind!” you sang out loud and pulled him towards to creepy maze. The entire five minutes you spent in there you only heard high pitched shrieks and cursing in dialect - all from Baekhyun. By the time you exited the maze you turned to face him, shaking your head disapprovingly while he panted in trepidation while clutching his heart. “Now wouldn’t it have been better if you had just agreed to the coaster in the first place?” You asked with a smirk on your face. He glanced up at you with those fiery eyes and you began to run for your life.
A gentle breeze caressed your face as you heard the soft waves from the ocean crash into the shoreline. The hammock swayed from side to side and the gentle rocking motion drifted you in and out of sleep. You shifted to your side when you heard a whine, “Ah waee ~” A gentle tug pulled you back to a sturdy chest. You peeked up to see your boyfriend’s face nuzzled in your soft hair. “Hmmm you smell so good,” he mumbled sending a crimson blanket to cover your cheeks. His arm was draped lazily around your waist and he gently pulled you upward until you were eye level with him. “I really don’t wanna leave tomorrow. Five months on tour without you is going to be torture.” You smiled and quickly pecked his nose. He smirked. “If you really continue to be this cute, I guarantee we will never leave our room in time for the flight.” He bent his head forward and nipped the edge of your ear. You giggled from the ticklish sensation and buried your head in his chest and embraced him. Your eyes shifted softly upward when you whispered, “If it extends our time together then its fine with me.” You felt his lips curl into a smile and he quickly slipped from your embrace and swung his legs over the hammock. “What is it?” you asked. Instead of responding, he swept you up into his arms bridal style and placed a searing kiss on your lips. “We might as well get a head start, beautiful.”
You placed a plate of perfectly sliced watermelons upon the table when a rush of laughter and squeals caught your attention. When you turned around you saw your boyfriend caught in an intense water gun fight with the neighborhood kids who your parents so graciously invited to your annual Summer Party. You rolled your eyes. Clearly, you were dating a chid. It took you a moment to realize things got a bit too quiet. Before you could comprehend what was happening, you felt a rush of cool jets slamming you from all directions, soaking you from head to toe. You cried out in agony while trying to shield your face with your flailing arms. When the sprays stopped, you heard a rush of laughter and peaked up to see your boyfriend snickering at your current state. “Channie!” you cried out while coughing miserably. He chuckled and made his way over to you. In one swift motion he lifted you by the waist and placed you onto the table so you were eye level with him. “Sorry about that,” he said softly dabbing a napkin on your forehead, “But I couldn’t resist.” You pouted. “Well thanks to your fun and games, my dress is soaked and completely ruined.” He raised his eyebrows and scanned you from head to toe, memorizing every curve on your body accentuated by the wet clothing. “It’s not that bad,” he replied with a smile. “Urgh, why are you such a pervert?” you asked throwing the napkin back at him, “I’m starting to think you did this on purpose.” He titled his head to the side with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Now what gave that away?” He pulled your body closely to his own and instantly placed a passionate kiss onto your lips. You couldn’t help but melt in his arms as he brought his body closer until there was no gap between you two. A series of groans and exasperated cries resonated from the sides as you noticed the kids starting to point their water guns at you two. Oh Great. Before you two could pull away, you both felt an army of water attacks flying forward. Almost immediately, you grabbed the nearby gun beside you and fired back, “Oh its on now!”
Summer walks along the boardwalk were the best, especially when you were walking hand in hand with your boyfriend, Kyungsoo. During the afternoon peak of the summer heat, you two were fooling around by the shoreline, stepping into the cool refreshing water which usually ended in sudden tackles and a tickle war. As the temperature cooled down in the evening, you would walk along the brilliantly lit boardwalk and admire the twinkling lights above and laughter in the air. This moment was almost too perfect. The silence was interrupted by your boyfriend’s snickers. You looked to the side while still clutching your ice cream cone in your hand. “Whats so funny?” you asked. “You have a little ice cream on your face.” “Really?” You exclaimed in shock, urgently trying to find the spots on your face where the specks of vanilla could have landed. “But where?” You asked. “Here,” he replied nudging his own cone forward and brushing the right side of your cheek. Your eyes grew wide in shock. Oh this little shit! “And here,” he stated while brushing your forehead and the left side of your cheek. “Kyungsoo!” You exclaimed trying to wipe the cream off, “Urgh, where is it? Take it off!” He leaned forward and quickly pecked the regions on your face with ice cream with his lips before leaning back with a smirk on his face. Dumbfounded, you stood completely still and almost couldn’t believe what you witnessed. When you came to your senses, you smacked his shoulder as he threw his head back in laughter while exclaiming, “What? You asked me to take it off.”
Your eyes skimmed the last few words and you eagerly turned to the next page, highly anticipating what would happen next. Your moment was cut short when a high speeding volleyball sent a heavy blow to your skull, knocking you back and sending you and your book flying off the beach chair. Thankfully, you plummeted onto the soft sand while simultaneously looking like a deer in headlights. Well … that was quite embarrassing. As you frantically tried to brush the sand off your hair and face, you heard a scurry of footsteps approaching you. “I’m so sorry, are you ok?” came a voice. You glanced up to see the most handsome face staring back at you. He offered you his hand while flashing a radiant smile which nearly made you stumble as he pulled you up to your feet. “I’m Kai by the way,” he said nervously while handing you your book. “Y/N”, you replied quickly trying hard to not blankly stare at his tanned broad shoulders and his toned abs. “So-um Y/N,” he stated timidly while tossing the ball back and forth in his arms, “Are you free to join us for a game?” We are missing a player.” “I’m really not that good at sports.” “It’s ok, neither am I,” he said almost too quickly causing you to raise your eyebrow in suspicion. Uh-Huh, sure you are with that body, “I can teach you,” he said softly, his eyes clearly earnest. You nodded softly, earning another heart stopping smile from him. “Come on then,” he answered, leading you towards the net.
You stood upon the balcony of the cruise ship overlooking the tranquil ocean with a warm cup of coffee in your hands. A soft breeze drifted though the air causing you to pull your loose cardigan tighter over your shoulder. You took a small sip from your mug and leaned your head in bliss. Yep, the first sip is always the best. You softly swirled the stirrer in your coffee and gazed back into the sea. A soft shade of crimson blanketed your cheeks as you recalled the events of last night with your fiance - well husband now - seeing this is now your honeymoon. Just as you were about to turn your attention back to your coffee, a pair of arms slithered around your waist, filling you up with an overwhelming amount of warmth. You looked up to see a handsome face peering back at you with a smirk on his lips. “You left me alone,” he whined while dipping his head forward, pecking your lips and bringing you closer to his bare chest. You felt a breeze again and this time he nuzzled his face into your neck, breathing in your scent and leaving small kisses on your shoulder. “Sehun,” you said softly placing your mug aside and turning around to face him. “Hmm?” he whispered tugging your cardigan down to move his kisses to your shoulder. “We should probably get ready if we want to make it to the show on time.” He chuckled softly while gently nipping the skin on your collarbone. “Actually,” he replied, lifting you off the ground until your lips were barely a centimeter apart, “I have some other plans of my own.”
Disclaimer: I’m sorry for any pain, there’s a few more parts left in this story so please stay with me. Feel free to yell at me all you like because I UNDERSTAND. Again, the timeline is definitely a little weird and artistic liberties were obviously taken in reference to the publishing industry.
A/N: The cutest request I’ve received so far! Can’t help but imagine myself being engaged to the 9 of them lol. Tell me what you think! x
—Walking On the Beach at Sunrise.
It became a habit for you and your boyfriend, Minseok, to go to the beach just to watch the sunrise. There weren’t much people early in the morning, so it’s a good opportunity to have some alone time in public. The beach was practically your safe haven wherein tons of priceless memories were created by you and Minseok. That’s why he chose that place to ask you to be his love for the rest of his life.
The two of you would be walking at the shore, hand in hand, laughing about the time Minseok jumped on a “small” puddle, only to realize it was actually deep. He’ll then act offended, letting go of your hand and pouting as he put both of his hands in his pockets. Before you could even apologize, he’ll kneel in front of you with a diamond ring in between his forefinger and thumb.
“The sun may set at the end of the day, but as it rise again, I’ll still love you until the end of time. Will you marry me?“
—A Night in Paris.
Junmyeon is a very romantic person as he knows how to warm your heart effortlessly. One day he called you up from work, telling you to ask your boss for a few days off. You’d be confused at first, but once you arrive home, he’ll surprise you with 2 plane tickets to Paris. After a few “Are you serious?!” excitement talks, the two of you were off to the City of Light.
The night the both of you arrive will be the same night he’ll propose. He’ll book the most expensive hotel that has the perfect view of the Eiffel Tower. He’ll lead you to the balcony to admire the famous landmark. Arms would wrap your shoulders, his hands resting just above your chest. When he finally got you distracted, he’ll raise his hand in front of you, showing the most beautiful ring you have ever seen. Confused, you’ll turn around to face your boyfriend only to see him on bended knee.
“A night in Paris is not enough to show you how special you are to me, so please give me a lifetime. Will you marry me?”
—New Year Proposal.
Nothing excites you more than New Years Eve. The beautiful lights in the city, the colorful sparks of the fireworks in the night sky, and the new year that will be filled with new opportunities and stories. You and Yixing always celebrate New Years Eve together. Either at your home, or at his, he wouldn’t mind as long as he’s with you.
The clock shows 11:55 PM and the two of you are jumping in excitement as you waited for midnight for the fireworks display. At exactly five minutes, Yixing will be, again, your new years kiss and you wouldn’t exchange it to the world. The clock finally strikes 12 and the loud booming of fireworks filled the environment. You smiled at your boyfriend, finally leaning in for a kiss with closed eyes, but you were confused with you didn’t feel his soft lips in yours. You opened your eyes to see Yixing on his knees, holding a small velvet box with a beautiful diamond ring.
“Today marks the first day of the year. This year, until next year, the next decade, the next century, I want to be yours. Will you marry me?”
—Dancing in the Rain.
Baekhyun had taken you out for dinner to celebrate your 5 year anniversary. You were both on your way home, Baekhyun driving, when the sky suddenly poured. He whispered something about how beautiful the rain looked at night, and you only nodded in reply as you looked up from the window; admiring the small raindrops that reflected from the streetlights. The car came to a stop not too far away from your home. Without hesitating, Baekhyun unlocked his seat belt and ran out of the car.
You watched in shock and awe as Baekhyun ran around under the rain. He gestured for you to come out, to which you happily obliged. The two of you danced gracefully under the pouring rain, joyous laughs and genuine smiles were shared. Baekhyun took a hold of your hand, twirling you around. When you turned to Baekhyun, you saw him taking a box from his coat before kneeling down. He revealed a diamond ring.
“The rain is most beautiful at night, but you’re beautiful every single day. Give me the chance to gaze at your beauty for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?“
—Simple Dinner Proposal.
It was unusual for Jongdae to come home early, especially at the peak of fame with all his busy schedules. He insisted in cooking dinner, which confused you even more, knowing he never cooks. After hesitating for a moment, you agreed. You came home to a dark house; the candles on the dining table being the only source of light. Jongdae was seated on the couch with a smile on his face. He’ll lead you to the dining room, holding you with warm hands and soft gestures.
Dinner would be normal, yet lovely. The dim room added romance in the atmosphere, and you couldn’t help but feel your heartbeat go faster at the sight of your boyfriend in front of you. He was telling a story about his experience in cooking the dishes tonight when you felt yourself get lost in his eyes. After a few moments, he left the room to get the dessert. When he came back, he was holding a small plate with a metal cover. You expected him to rest the plate on the table, but you were surprised when he kneeled in front of you. He instructed you to lift the cover. With shaky hands, you lifted the cover to see a diamond ring.
“Tonight, I cooked as your boyfriend. Tomorrow, I wish to cook as your fiancee. And soon, your husband. Will you marry me?”
—Scavenger Hunt Proposal.
Chanyeol has always been the creative one in your relationship. Every week, you both have unique and fun activities to enjoy each other’s company. You tried reversing the bean boozled challenge, playing compromised rock paper scissors on Snapchat, you even challenge each other with random dares in public. This time, Chanyeol planned a scavenger hunt for the day.
The goal was to find a shiny object located somewhere in the house where the most pure intentions can be found. His guides were confusing, but you still searched. You searched your room, none. The bathroom, none. The attic, none. Basement, none. After a few hours of searching, you finally gave up. With a huge smile on his face, Chanyeol reached in his shirt pocket above his chest, taking out a diamond ring. It was his heart, the place filled with pure intentions.
“All my life, I searched for the most precious treasure in the world. And I finally found you. Will you marry me?”
—Practicing for a Movie.
Kyungsoo won’t be extra when proposing, but he knows how to make it worth remembering for as he hears those three-letter word. It would be a simple sunny day in your city when Kyungsoo asked you to help him with his script. He explained he needed someone to help him rehearse for a movie role he wanted to get. Being a supportive girlfriend, you agreed.
In the middle of rehearsing, he suddenly become more and more nervous. It was a romantic scene, so you brushed it off thinking Kyungsoo was still preparing himself. When he started talking about marriage, your heart suddenly became rapid in each word he slurs. Your face became flushed in embarrassment as you forced yourself to look away from Kyungsoo. But when you heard Kyungsoo calling your name, you eyes flew to him, only to see him holding a small closed box. He slowly opened it, showing a diamond ring.
“In this world full of acting and fake relationships, I want to be your true love. To you, I am no one but Do Kyungsoo, the man who will love and cherish you in our lifetime. Will you marry me?“
—Winter in South Korea.
Jongin promised you to take you to take you to his hometown for Christmas a few months back. Due to his busy schedule, you started to lose faith on his promise, but you were shocked when you went home to 3 luggage in the living room with Jongin all dressed up and ready to go. This would be the first time you’ll experience winter in Suncheon and Jongin couldn’t wait to show you around.
As soon as you arrive, Jongin took you out to have a short stroll to the park. He have said countless of stories about his childhood, but you remember how his eyes lit up whenever he mentions the small park he used to play at. The snow covered the streets in a thick white blanket, your steps leaving footprints behind you. The air was cold, but Jongin’s hand that’s firmly wrapped around yours gave a comforting warmth. Your hands turned cold at the sudden absence of his touch, and you glanced at him in confusion. Jongin was nervously looking at you as he fiddled with his fingers. In his grasp, you saw a shiny diamond ring.
“I promised to bring you here for Christmas. And tonight, I’ll promise to love you for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?”
—With the help of Vivi.
It’s very well known how Sehun adores Vivi with all his heart. And that’s why he let him help with his plan on proposing to you. Sehun couldn’t hide his excitement and nervousness.
You were watching a TV series on your laptop when Vivi suddenly jumped on you. The canine was biting a piece of paper that instructed you to come up to your bedroom. As soon as you recognized Sehun’s penmanship, you couldn’t help but chuckle thinking it was one of his silly games. You paused your show and proceeded to come up the stairs. When you entered the room, Sehun stood in the middle. Vivi quickly ran towards him, to which he was picked up by Sehun. Your boyfriend slowly walked up to you before asking you to remove Vivi’s dog collar. You game him a weird look at his random favor, but you still did so. Before you could unlock the collar, you saw a shiny ring dangling as a necklace on Vivi’s neck.
“Please accept this ring together with my heart, and be with me forever. Will you marry me?”
There wasn’t a time Sirius loved more than the beginning of summer. The promise of days and days of sun ahead of him. And, perhaps more so, the fact that those days were free of lessons and completely his—for the most part—to do with whatever he pleased. And there was also the parties. Sirius hated his family, that was true, but he couldn’t say he minded the connections, the money.
He laughed to himself. James would have smacked him right about now.
He had called for some food and blankets to be laid out by the swimming hole just off to the left of the castle for him and Regulus, only Regulus had yet to show. Sirius had spent the first hour waiting, but now floating lazily on his back. Regulus was making a habit of ditching Sirius lately. He wished he could call his younger brother pompous and call it a day but the hurt prickled inside of him like an unreachable itch. Sirius sighed, kicking out into the middle of the water. At least the sun hadn’t disappointed.
He’d asked James to come—he probably would have had loads more fun that way— but it was his day off. And Sirius knew, even as James sent him a guilty smile, that he didn’t stand a chance. Not when—what was her name again? Lily, Lily who worked as a housemaid, yes. Not when Lily was going to be at the pub in town. Sirius had waved him off. He didn’t want James to think he could, or ever would, make him stay. The truth was that James was his first and only friend. And Sirius was his employer. They were friends, of course, but work came first. Sirius was a prince first in James’ mind no matter how much he insisted against it. And he had insisted.
Apparently it was a prince’s job to swim and spend the summer alone. Of course, his mind did flash briefly to someone… but it was probably his day off too. Sirius would probably ruin it with some snide, accidental comment anyhow. His mother’s voice chided him in his head: Ghastly, Sirius, to be hanging about with that lot. Positively ghastly.
Sirius groaned, flipping into the water and kicking downward towards the muddy bottom.
The kitchen was burning. He’d been happy to have the room to himself, having finally convinced James and the others that he’d rather stay in—he really did want to try out the chocolate cake recipe Mrs. Potter had found for him even if James didn’t buy it—up until he’d gotten the ovens going. The coals felt like they were right on his neck. But he stayed, throwing all the windows open and mixing and cutting and whisking until it was a pleasant temperature with a cool breeze. The smell of summer and chocolate was a match made in heaven. He hummed to himself absentmindedly as he checked the recipe card, running his finger down the slightly heat smudged ink. As he stirred and checked, stirred and check, his mind went elsewhere, as it often did when he was baking.
Sirius hadn’t stayed long after Remus had found him the biscuits. He’d eaten one, and they’d sat there, next to each other, Remus trying to pretend he wasn’t staring, Sirius trying to pretend he wasn’t catching him.
A prince, Remus had told himself, Get out now, push it down, leave it be. Forget.
That had been Remus’ method for years. With the grocery boy in his home town, with the baker’s son in the village for a time being, even with James for brief period when he’d first got here—he’d gotten over that one quickly.
He had tried to deny this one, but honestly, his breath had caught the second Sirius crouched down next to him by the fire. That was not what he had been expecting. He wasn’t saying Sirius was perfect. He was clearly not a man of both worlds. He was slightly obnoxious, slightly oblivious, slightly pompous, and, possibly, slightly attractive. Note the slightly. But he was kind. Remus saw it in the smiles that slipped through. He was born into the obnoxious, oblivious, pompousness, but the kindness was his own. Remus had overheard his mother—the queen—giving Mrs. Potter instructions for a banquet before. Yes, the kindness was all Sirius. Remus’ stirring had slowed into a lazy motion that he was no longer conscious of. He frowned out the window. And Sirius would catch himself. Repeatedly. He watched him realize what he had said and look sorry for it. Comments like that were burned into him but he was slowly realizing. Maybe he had James to thank for that, but Remus had a sneaking suspicion it was Sirius’ realization as well.
Remus whipped his head around, only just managing to keep his bowl on the table, and let out a breathless laugh. He was met with a smiling, rather wet Sirius.
“That’s the third time. I’m starting to think you like doing that.”
Sirius walked in, his shirt sticking in patches to his damp skin. Remus swallowed, dragging his eyes back to Sirius’ face, “Can I get you anything?”
Sirius heaved himself onto a stool across from Remus, eyeing his bowl, “No, I don’t think so… Thought everyone would be at the pub. I just… didn’t want to go upstairs.”
Remus started whisking again, adding a few sifts of flour to thicken the chocolate paste, “No?”
“My mum’s planning a party. First of the summer’s, it’s-”
“Summer’s Eve.” Remus finished, shooting Sirius a smile.
Sirius set him a lopsided grin, “Right. Right, you’d know about that…”
“Always liked watching the dancing.”
Sirius worried his lip, eyebrows pulling together, “Yeah?”
Sirius picked up an egg, holding it between his palms, “How long have you been here?”
Remus leveled off some sugar, crushing some clumps with his fingers, “I think its about a year now.”
Remus looked over the measuring cup when Sirius simply hummed, only to find him staring back at him.
“Funny, that we’ve never met.” Sirius said after a moment.
Remus raised an eyebrow, dumping the sugar in, “Not really.”
Sirius huffed out a laugh, “Yeah. Yeah, not really..”
Remus looked away from Sirius’ smile, swallowing over the heat bubbling in his chest. He was suddenly very aware at just how filthy his apron was. Not to mention his shirt. He glanced quietly at the hole in his left shoe toe.
“Why aren’t in town, anyway? I figured everyone would be at the pub. This place is deserted. Well, except for you.”
Remus cut a slab of soft butter, smoothing it around the bottom of the pan with his knife, and tried to shrug as casually as he could, “Dunno. Don’t like the pub much.”
“Why? Everyone likes the pub.”
Remus raised an eyebrow, “How would you know?”
Sirius straightened, eyeing Remus, “Everyone seems to like the pub. Or really, I guess everyone just seems to like the girls there.”
Remus laughed, “True.”
Remus saw Sirius lean forward on his elbows in his peripheral vision, “Don’t you like a girl there? Or here? Someone to go with.”
Remus felt the familiar discomfort at this question rising in his stomach, “No,” he cleared his throat, crumpling some parchment paper in his fist, “No, not particularly.”
“No?” He heard something, something in Sirius’ voice. He couldn’t tell what it was, but he feared the worst.
“Not at the moment, I mean. I’m sure I’ll- I’m sure there’s someone. Just- I’m just waiting for- that someone.” He sounded idiotic and he knew it.
“Oh. Of course. That must be nice.”
Remus raised an eyebrow, “Being alone?”
Sirius looked up at him from where his gaze had been focused on the egg he was holding. His eyes were sad and honest, “Being able to choose.”
Remus opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. “Oh.”
Remus threw everything he had into squashing the feeling that was rising in his chest. Of course. He’s a prince. You know your place and it isn’t with… It can never be with-
Sirius shook his head a little, pushing his wet hair off his forehead so it stick up in the front. He offered Remus a small smile, “You must be just loving this. Listening to me complain. You probably think I have the whole world and yet here I am..”
Remus scoffed, snapping out of it and pouring the batter into the pan over the parchment paper, “That’s an awfully big assumption.”
Sirius sighed, rolling the egg on the table, eyes following it as it changed directions on its own, “Yes. You’re right.”
He was much more willing to admit Remus was right today.
Remus turned back around from pushing the cake into the oven, dusting flour off his hands, “Do you even know how to cook that?”
Remus smiled, “That’s pathetic.”
Sirius jolted up at that, “I beg your-“
“Sorry.” Remus was still smiling.
Sirius’ eyes were narrowed but Remus could see the smile that was threatening to show itself.
“Can you do the Summer’s Waltz?”
Remus blinked, “What?”
Sirius raised an eyebrow, “Can you?”
Remus stared at him for a few moments, “I’m lost.”
“I’ve no reason to know how to cook an egg, so I can’t. You can. You’ve no reason to know the Summer’s Waltz, so you can’t. But I do, so I can.”
Remus rolled his eyes, “Yes, alright, very clever.”
Sirius smiled. Remus turned to the oven with one of his own. The flames seemed less bright that that smile.
Get out now, push it down, leave it be.
Remus took a deep breath. Forget.
“Am… Am I bothering you?”
Remus turned to Sirius once more, rather too quickly, “Hm? What?”
Sirius actually looked a little sheepish, “It’s just… I realized I just sort of… came in. You were alone. I don’t know-“
“No.” Again, too quickly, “No,” Remus cleared his throat, “You’re fine. I mean- I mean to say you- I mean, of course you can be here. You’re you.”
Sirius’ brows pulled together, corners of his mouth turning down, “That’s not what I meant.”
Remus took a shaky breath. Of course you’re fine, I want you here, “I know. Sorry. I don’t mind you being here. I’m just testing recipes…”
Sirius seemed to relax a little and got up, spying the recipe card on the table, “But you bake every other day of the week…”
Remus was very aware that Sirius was right next to him, and very aware that he hadn’t bathed that morning, “Well… I like chocolate.”
Sirius looked at him.
Remus motioned to the oven, “I never get to bake for myself. I like chocolate, I made chocolate cake.”
Sirius was quiet, just nodding and looking so intently at Remus that he felt his cheeks start to heat.
“It will be ready soon… If you-“
Remus almost laughed at the quick response, “Alright…”
The lapsed into a silence. Remus alternating between watching the cake and watching Sirius, and Sirius alternating between rolling the egg and watching Remus.
Remus poked fun at Sirius when he watched in (almost) awe as he took the cake from the oven, and nearly hit him when he recounted how different it looked without all the dressings and plates.
“Absolutely ridiculous…” Remus muttered under his breath.
Remus looked up when Sirius trailed off. Sirius’ hair was dry now and slightly fluffy around his ears from the heat, and with the way his cheeks were heating up Remus took a step back. Because he didn’t look royal right then, in his fluffy hair and bare feet. He looked normal. He looked attainable.
No one you look at is attainable.
“Can we..?” Remus prompted.
Sirius straightened, “Can we eat it like this?”
Remus blinked and his mouth slowly formed a smile, “Had too much of proper life, have you?”
Sirius shot him a look and Remus sat down and dug his fingers into the cake, taking a rather large chunk out of the side. Sirius grinned almost impishly and pulled a stool over next to Remus, taking a chunk from the other side.
“My god.” He said, “This is fucking brilliant.”
“The eating method or the cake?” Remus said through cake.
“Both.” Sirius sighed, “Can’t remember liking dessert this much in a long time.”
“Excuse you!” It came out sounding more like hue hu! and Remus swallowed, “I make that dessert.”
Sirius held his hands up in mock surrender, “I think it’s good and all, don’t get me wrong. I’ve just… I don’t know.” He was quiet for a moment and then, “Maybe the company makes the meal.”
Remus started, blinking at Sirius. He had chocolate on his upper lip, his hair was still fluffy, his cheeks were even more pink than before. And Remus could feel the tug. The familiar, forbidden tug.
“I-“ He was out of his seat before he knew what he was doing, chair screeching back against the slate floor painfully, “Um.”
Sirius stood too, “Remus..“
Remus couldn’t decide if it was a plea or a question. He wanted to stay. God, Sirius had only said his name and he wanted to staystaystay.
“You can have the rest of the cake. I’ve just remembered-” His mind drew a blank to any excuse he could have made.
And he was gone, leaving Sirius alone in the kitchen with half a cake and a frown.
“Well, there you have it,“ Magnus sighed dramatically, "the things I would do for you, Alexander Lightwood.”
or: when magnus proposes to alec, it doesn’t go as well as he had planned.
Mundane traditions were never Alec’s go-to’s but Magnus always entertained them because he found them endearing. The thing about mundanes was that they were so ignorant of the world that was devouring theirs completely, of demons and monsters, that they lived and loved carelessly and to the fullest and if anything, Magnus found that horribly wonderful.
So when it came to the stage in their lives where Magnus and Alec had come to terms with the unshakable fact that there would be no one in their lives but each other, Magnus looked for ways that were perfect enough in both their intention and presentation to ask Alec Lightwood to marry him. Magnus had watched innumerable episodes of reality tv shows and angsty movies alike to know by now at least seven different ways of proposing. There was the ‘propose at the top of a roller coaster’ option, but Alec was terrified of roller coasters though he’d never admit it, and the 'gather the whole family on a national holiday and set up a public spectacle’ option but for one, he’d seen that one go downhill and end up in public embarrassment too many times when the significant other said 'no’ and second, Alec wasn’t fond of public declarations of undying love. At the end, what was utterly them, and said 'stay-home date, good food and a private evening to themselves’ was the notorious hide-the-ring-in-dessert tradition. Alec loved it when Magnus cooked instead of magically conjured food and everything else was too uncharacteristic of them anyway, so Magnus planned the night of his life.
A/N: I obviously took some liberties with the storyline, but I tried keeping it as true as possible to the canon history. No beta used this time around, so excuse my mistakes.
Summary: It started with a blind date. A date you had skipped out on, but fate had led you right to the man you stood up. Steve Rogers, a man small in stature but big in heart. A chance meeting set everything in motion, but decades later when he is unfrozen, he has been told you have died. But when a mission to retrieve Hydra plans turned up some interesting information, Steve’s left to wonder whether you are still alive. Or is this all just false hope?
he thinks hes cool but in reality hes a loser/dork
is best friends with noh taehyun from the hermes cabin and they’re both loving playing pranks
like during capture the flag, they’re in charge of setting traps but they do more then just set simple traps
they always do stupid things like leave a trail of whoopee cushions in the river and it pissed off guanlin, the child of hephaestus, so much that he burned the ends of their shirts
they tried to prank the demeter cabin by mowing the roof but it would just grow back on its own??? and the two of them are extremely confused but they keep trying to mow it??
and thats when you come out you’re even more confused
“uhm, excuse me, what are you guys doing to our roof??”
“we just thought the grass on your roof was getting long!” sungwoon laughed
“so were mowing it!” taehyun finished
“why? it’s just gonna grow back? its charmed?”
it doesn’t help that you’re a newer camper too so you’re just really really confused at this point
and your head counselor, lee euiwoong comes out angrily
“leave our roof alone! you always do something stupid to our home okay just go away our mom ended up charming it you idiots, we’re gonna end up planting velociraptors if you keep going up there”
and they’re snickering as they come down but you’re kinda just ???? like whats so funny ???
when you have that confused look on your face sungwoon frowns and hes about to speak but euiwoong got a head start
“those two are the stupid pranksters of this camp. i mean all the hermes campers love to pull pranks but these two just get so into it. just ignore them” euiwoong rolls eyes and is about to push you in the cabin to finish the tour
“god you demeter kids are soo booooring, laugh a little jeez” taehyun starts
“but i don’t get it, whats funny??” your face is deadpan is too.
euiwoong hold his laughter but taehyun can see him grinning and glares at him
sungwoon kinda just sits their, a little distracted, cause you’re just kinda, sorta, really, jeongmal jeongmal jinjja daebak real heol wanjeon pretty.
like flowers are literally blooming behind you and there’s a flower in your hair as tradition of all demeter new comers
“c’mon lets go sungwoon, euiwoongs being a meanie again” taehyun sticks his tongue out at him
did i just start a euiwoong and taehyun ship??
and sungwoon is just looking behind him, watching you go back into the demeter cabin as hes getting dragged away mumbling an “uh oki”
and hes just sorta mesmerized by your beauty like omg he’s such a day dreamer but obviously you would never ever notice him
oh but honey boi u do
you noticed him at the campfire one night and he has such a sweet voice when he sings, like it was so soothing that you almost fell asleep on euiwoong’s shoulder
he saw you with your eyes closed and he almost had a heart attack, was he making you fall asleep??? was his voice that boring??
the next time he sees you, you and the entire demeter cabin were harvesting the strawberries
he watches you patiently wait for the strawberries to grow as you use your chlorokinesis
“if you can control the plants, why are you going so slow??” he asked bluntly, squatting next to you
“because its healthier for the plant, if i rush, i might rip out roots, especially since i’m harvesting” you mindlessly input, not bothering to look at who it was
you picked out one of the berries and offered one to him and that’s when you guys meet eyes and you realize who it is
your heart is banging against your cracking ribs
hes slightly flustered because your noses are just about to touch
both of you red face step back and you just go back to your strawberries
he notices how awkwardly balled up you are now, hugging your knees as you raise the strawberry stems
“w-why are you here again? here to attempt so pull a prank? steal strawberries and give them away? even though that’s our intent??”
awe u smol bean gettin all nervous
“no i came to visit you” he smirks, his cocky apollo side is showing and you’re blushing all over again
but euiwoong had already prewarned you, telling you to stay away from the aphrodite and apollo boys as they are just a bunch cocky fuck boys that love playing with people’s feelings
and euiwoong was definite that sungwoon was not an exception
“that’s sweet of you,” you just blandly respond, hiding your true colors
he’s scrunching his nose, highly unamused by your mild tone
“stop being so boring” he huffed and got up and trotted off in his puff of arrogance
and you just shrug it off
but he comes back because honestly he’s such a little pup and he really wants your attention
so you’re carrying a huge basket of strawberries to the big house while the rest of your siblings go off to the mess hall to fed everyone else
and as your walking, sungwoon walks by your side, taking strawberries from your basket
“stop,” you tug the basket away from him, pouting “these are for mr.d and chiron”
and you were so cute he didn’t even bother to argue and just nodded
and hes reaching for the basket and you pull away, looking at him with disbelief
“i literally just tol-”
“calm down, i’m helping you carrying the basket idiot” he snatched the basket from you
and your red again, stomach fluttering with butterflies and fingers fidgeting
but when you get to big house he leaves the basket on the porch and steals a berry
you’re about to scowl him but hes already off running with the biggest grin on his face and a berry between his lips
when he turns around you can’t help but touch your warm cheeks as a small smile spreads across your face
and as he biting the strawberry his flushed cheeks are redder than the fruit itself
he starts to wonder if your lips are that sweet probably are tbh
the next encounter is at the stables as you’re cleaning the pegai as punishment
you may or may not have been on the big house porch and accidentally wondered how big a bean stalk was and grew one through the roof
you notice that there’s only one golden white one which, its pretty, but yea just one?? why is he so special ?
and guess who’s about to go a pegasus ride??? sungwoon!!
and he sees you and slyly walks over to you, leaning against the low wall that surrounded the pegasus,
“i see that you’re cleaning my pegasus, solace.” he smirks “that’s too kind of you”
you just rolled your eyes explaining your situation which led to him bursting into laughter, making fun of you
“you’ve been here for how long??? and you still can’t control your powers?” he snorted
hes lucky your’re patient
instead of continuing his teasing, he starts climbing the pegasus and offers a hand
you, with your hair stuck on your face, dirt smeared on cheeks and a dirty brush in your hand, is confused all over again
why is he so c o nfu s ing ???
“c’mon, lets go on a ride”
“i’m kinda not allowed to, ya know cause i’m in trouble”
“you’re doing it again, you’re being a boring demeter kid.”
you didn’t have time to fight back since he threw the brush out of your hand and pulls you onto the pegasus
“hang on!” he’s joyfully laughs as you slightly squeal and you guys fly out
in the sky, there is a brief calm silence, eyes closed, wind tangled within your hair
and you finally sigh and ask him
“why are you doing this?”
hes avoiding your glance as he mumbles into his reins
he’s not used to liking someone, feelings feel kinda foreign to him
he’s used just checking girls out, think they’re fine af and that’d be it
you made him feel soft and chummy in the inside, and he just wasn’t to used to it, almost afraid of it
and you just sigh and your grip around his stomach tightens and your cheeks rest against his back
“thats fine, i’ll just wait”
blushies on both ends!!!!!
and you he settles the pegasus back at the stables and (lucky you!!!) you don’t get caught
and he just awkwardly stutters away, but of course not without giving you a small smile
god he’s such a sleaze, but hes so cute?? can i really betray euiwoong’s warning
and so you guys resume your daily lives once again, occasionally speaking to each
whenever you passed him when he was with taehyun, you could see the boy nudging sungwoon while snicker and giggling
omg and taehyun would the obnoxious ‘heeEELLlllLLOOOOO y.n!!!!!”
but one day, one of your demeter sister tells you about how she really likes sungwoon
“like he’s so sweet, he helped me up the climbing wall when it was my first time and he eve-”
and just keeps rambling and you’re forcing you smiles and lot of over excited “uh huhs”
and you kinda throw yourself into a black hole and get slightly insecure
because she’s so perfect for him there’s no way he could possibly like me if he could have her or just anyone else, so many girls are willing to do so much for him anyways forget him omg sungwoon isn’t worth
and so as you walk through camp now, you avoid his gaze, you don’t clean up the stables, you dont even bat an eyelash at the apollo cabin anymore
of course he notices i mean the boy stares you 24/7
and he panics
he thinks he did something wrong so he ends up asking taehyun to ask euiwoong what the heck is going on
and when euiwoong just utters the first syllable of his name, you just roll your eyes, admitting defeat and agreeing that sungwoon is bad news; he just has way to many girls on him
and euiwoong’s like goddamnit but he isn’t omg why can’t you listen to me now the boy likes you !!!!!!
but he obviously can’t say that now so instead he’s like
“well maybe you can give him a chance??”
“that doesn’t matter anymore, he’s too popular, and plus he needs someone who would be willing to go wild with him, someone who would hop fences, sneak out in the middle of the night, climb the highest trees, and steal strawberries with, not someone boring demeter kid”
but at least the camp leader managed to get you to go to dinner !! in one piece !! in a kinda sloppily lw mess !!!
this continues for the rest of week
taehyun has had enough of panicked sungwoon and euiwoong is getting sick of depressed you
so the two of them decide to sit next to each other in hopes to lure their partners together
you arrive first and you’re good at blocking out your feelings so you just keep it casual, greeting euiwoong and taehyun
someone how it didn’t correlate with you that taehyun = sungwoon
so when sungwoon sat down it got awkward
the tension was tHIcK
you cleared your throat, feeling uncomfortable you got up and excused yourself
taehyun nudge sungwoon and he hurriedly runs after you
you’re speed walking towards the cabin but sungwoon easily catches up to you
“wait wait y.n please wait”
so take a deep breathe and turn towards him
“yes, whats up”
“did i do something wrong, you’re avoiding me”
“i’m not avoiding you, and you did nothing wrong”
“okay, then talk to me”
“i’m just trying to get over you because i know someone else is better for you okay?”
you both can’t believe that you just confessed, now you really can’t look him in the eyes
and you’re about to escape into your cabin but he’s already engulfed you in his arms
“why would you ever think that??”
he sighing into the back of your shoulders.
and you’re sighing too, feeling his warmth surround you
“you knew i liked you, so why would you bother?” he asked
and now you’re red, he liked you ????
and he laughed and flicks you on the forehead
“don’t ever doubt yourself again, i like you, and it doesn’t matter if someone else likes me or they’re a supposed “better fit” for me okay?”
i’m not crying ur crying
now you guys do everything together
he takes you on pegasus rides, helps your harvest eats all the strawberries
he still plays pranks on you every once in a while but they’d be really cute
her once charmed your blanket into a garden and your freaked out cause you were like omg wheres my bed
even euiwoong was in on it was cracking up him and taehyun are exchanging high fives
he’s been exposed to world of pranks
it turned out to be some 3d blanket the hermes and hephaestus cabin was working on
well they wanted real life fire but sungwoon modified it to become a garden cause fire kinda scares you
he figured out the coding to add roses and would change it that when he was just feelin some lovin
and when you get hurt he’s immediately there, since he has vitakinesis
you’ve definitely became a little bit of a daredevil now that you’ve been dating him
he snuck you out after curfew once and you guys climbed up a tree to watch the stars and just talked
you giggled when he told you how he’s super cautious when he walks around camp now, afraid of stepping on the flowers
“you know, its like having a pet pig and eating pork”
“so i’m your pet pig now?”
and it’s past 12 and hes tired and tired sungwoon means clingy sungwoon
he doesn’t let you go when you guys make it to the demeter cabin
you end up having to drag him into the cabin, praying that no one was awake
and you guys snuggle under the sheets, legs tangled and noses bumping
he hums a simple song into the back of your neck which helps you fall asleep
and when euiwoong finds you both in your bed all cuddled up the next morning, he sighs
yall lucky he’s the one doing cabin inspection today
Standing in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom, Angelica Schuyler looks over her outfit for the night.
It was almost 3 weeks ago when she bought the dress for tonight, truth be told she almost forgot about the dress after she slipped it into her closet and went about her life.
She wishes she could forget about the party, or even get out of going and spend New Year’s Eve with her parents instead. But Eliza and Peggy want to go tonight, just like they do every year and so she takes a breath and smooths her hands over her dress.
She can’t deny she looks good, the cut of the dress is classy but still cute at the same time. The high neckline of the dress doesn’t make her feel like she’s got everything on show, the knee length skirt twirls when she spins around and the light pink color feels cute and a little girly.
She might not want to go to this particular party tonight, but she’s for sure not going to show up looking anything less than incredible.
Summary: Emma and Killian have been dating for a little while, and Emma is tired of waiting for Killian to make the next move so she plans a little sultry surprise.
A/N: So, this is my first foray into actually publishing my CS FF’s, please let me know what you think. :) Emma is a bail-bonds woman, but Neal was never a thing in this verse. This is an ‘M’ rated adventure.
Special shout out to the absolutely lovely @ilovemesomekillianjones for volunteering for beta duties on this adventure. Also to @seriouslyhooked for being a fantastic friend and cheerleader through this process. Thank you ladies.
Emma Swan chuckles to herself as she hears the final tumbler of the lock click into place allowing the door to swing open with a turn of the handle. Never once did she ever think she would break into Killian Jones’ house (mansion more like), the Killian Jones, World’s Sexiest Man (three years running), Forbes Playboy and Wonder Child, youngest self-made CEO, of the world’s largest shipping corporation.
“You’d think wonder boy would have better security …” she mutters to herself as she closes the kitchen access door behind her. Emma wends her way through the sprawling house, from the kitchen where she came in, to the opposite side where she knows his home office is located. She’s wearing her favorite skintight red ‘perp’ catching dress, and matching red four inch heels.