Id love to see 29 Ruby x Sapphire! (Amedot would be great too if you'd prefer to draw that :D)
Sweet Moment : Cooking together ! I haven’t drawn Rupphire in a veeeery long time, it was nice:D(I know I’m super late but I really wanna catch up with the Sweet Moments meme, thanks for waiting all this time!)
So I’m sure a few of you might have noticed this, although it was very subtle. But during ‘Gem Heist’, Holly Blue mentions that the door into the enclosure had been opened once before.
It was opened for one single human, but for what purpose, we don’t yet know. Ruby unfortunately interrupts her.
But later on, in ‘The Zoo’, Jay-Ten (J10) gives us a little more insight.
So this door was only ever opened once, to help a Zooman who was hurt. This occurred “a very long time ago”, which doesn’t really give us a solid timeline. We don’t know the life expectancy of Zoomen or if the gems caring for them are warping their perception of time or not.
The point is, it’s very likely said human is out there. Though the possibilities of them being alive seem slim.
Not only do the Amethyst guards threaten to ‘throw Steven into space’, as if it’s something they’ve done before, but Holly Blue also mentions a ‘human disposal shoot’.
These ‘threads’ spinning around the Zoo seem to cut off at the ends. I speculate these ‘human disposal shoots’ ran through these ‘threads’ and launched humans that were no longer needed or wanted into space like garbage. (Which is incredibly morbid.)
But let’s give them the benefit of the doubt. Let’s say this human managed to escape, perhaps by hijacking a Red Eye or a Roaming Eye.
Where would they be now? Would they have made it to earth? Is there a possibility we may have seen them before?
Well, we know every human character fairly well. Except in the case of Mr. Frowney and Andy who are newer characters, we were still immediately given backstory on them to know they’re not from The Zoo.
So … who’s the only character we know so little about that we can theorize that they came from the Zoo?
PUNCHES A WALL I fucking finally finished this song comic thing! I did the first two verses over two years ago? And when TRK came out I got really pumped because it suited the last verse! So well! And I sketched it out and then proceeded to literally procrastinate for an entire year
I was aiming to get this up last week for the one year anniversary of TRK/St Mark’s Eve, but life got in the way so it’s a bit late (but finally it is done, let me rest,)
A long time ago, I worked at a big-box store, pulling boxes off trucks, stacking them on pallets, and sending the pallets out to the sales floor to stock. It was hot, tiring, and not particularly fun, but they paid me, so that was good enough.
I had a coworker that those of us in the warehouse liked to call Crackhead. Crackhead wasn’t really a bad guy, but his choice of vice was really beginning to affect those around him. Unfortunately, he had an industrious, git-‘er-done attitude, which management absolutely loved; if a supervisor told him to run head-first into a brick wall, he’d do it with a smile. Which, I suppose, isn’t all that bad either, at least as far as management is concerned. Except… “charging head-first into a brick wall” was his go-to strategy. If the boxes on the beat-up conveyor belt got stuck, his solution was to shove as hard as he could, slamming the boxes into each other until something broke or fell off and everything started moving again. Of all the breakage we experienced that wasn’t broken in transit, 90% of it was from Crackhead. We lost gallons of paint because he wanted to know what the bottom of the paint box looked like. We lost a case of shampoo because he opened it to see what it smelled like, and dropped it on the cement floor. We even lost our lunch hour once because he somehow broke the time-clock so we couldn’t clock in or out for lunch, and told management that everyone had “totally had taken lunch already” and “oh man, those guys are so lazy, they want two lunch breaks.”
warnings: lil bit of bryce the predator but mostly fluff and :)
a/n: this is my first time writing an imagine for Zach / 13 reasons why so !!!! I love ross butler !!!!!!!!!!!
“Y/N, come and join us!” You glanced over your shoulder, spotting the gang crowed into a circle in the sitting room but more specifically, you spotted Bryce who was waving you over.
You rolled your eyes, smiling slightly as you told Clay you’d be back after a round of whatever they were playing. He nodded, turning to Hannah to continue their conversation and you left to join the rest of your friends.
You ignored Bryce who was insisting you sit beside him but you had very little trust in that boy, so instead you sat in the empty space beside Zach.
But Bryce was a persistent little guy, unused to the dismissal of his efforts from a girl and so he shooed the guy on your other side and seated himself next to you.
You rolled your eyes, relaxing your head back against the sofa to which Zach released a bout of laughter. You smiled, resting your head against Zach’s shoulder as you watched your friends decide on a game.
You opened your eyes, taking a few minutes to let them adjust to the sunlight. Lately, falling asleep while on car rides had become a common thing for you. You looked right to see Jack with his eyes fixed on the road, oblivious to the fact that you had woken up.
You yawned and rubbed your eyes before feeling a hand on your leg “Slept well?” he asked, as he looked briefly at you before giving you a small smile.
“Not bad” you said, looking at the GPS and seeing that you were twenty minutes away from Brighton.
Your best friend Jack had convinced - dragged - you to go to Brighton with him for the weekend. All your other close friends in London were back in their hometowns visiting their families, so you had nothing better to do. You weren’t in the mood to spend a whole weekend at home by yourself, anyway.
You had met Jack’s sister, Anna, before. A few months ago, she had stayed at Jack and Conor’s new apartment for the weekend, and the two of you immediately clicked. She reminded you so much of Jack, it was unreal. His parents, however, were a mystery to you. Conor couldn’t go with you, so at least you hoped Anna wasn’t away at a friend’s house or something: spending the weekend with Jack and his parents would just be too awkward.
But you thought you didn’t have reasons to be nervous about it. You weren’t Jack’s girlfriend, and you didn’t need to pass any kind of test to get his parents’ approval. Yet, it seemed to you as if you were slowly driving to death.
“Is Anna at home?” you eventually asked Jack, who was taking a sip of his fizzy drink.
“Yeah, I believe so” he answered “Why’d you ask?”
You shrugged “Just wanted to see her” you said, which wasn’t exactly a total lie. At least you knew there would be five of you.
Eventually, you pulled into Jack’s parents’ driveway, and you took a long while to admire the outside of his house. It reminded you so much of your own, you kind of wished your parents hadn’t booked that last-minute trip to Spain so you could visit them instead. However, when a young girl exited the house and walked towards your car, a bright smile on her face, your homesickness went away rather quickly.
“Y/N!” she called you as you opened the door to give her a hug. She wrapped her arms around your torso as you rested your chin on her head, a sudden smell of freshly washed hair hitting your nose.
“How are you, girl?” you asked her, mimicking the contagious smile on her face.
“I have so many things to tell you” she said excitedly, and you gave her that look girls gave each other when a juicy topic was about to come up. She nodded, as if she had read your mind, and you laughed.
“Hello Jack, my beloved and ridiculously hot brother, it’s nice to see you too” Jack said, imitating Anna’s voice, as he walked towards you with two bags on his hands.
Anna laughed and went to give her brother a hug “I’ve missed you as well, dickhead” the girl said. Jack rolled his eyes, but kissed the top of her head afterwards. You took your bag from his hands and walked into the Maynard household.
His parents turned out to be more than delighted with your presence. They confessed having watched your YouTube videos, and having burst out laughing more than once. The feeling of awkwardness you thought you’d have earlier, vanished as soon as they both pulled you into a hug.
Jack turned out to be the embarrassed one. As soon as you went upstairs to Anna’s bedroom for a quick catch-up, both of his parents had gone up to him, a suspicious smile on their faces.
“What?” Jack chuckled as he looked up at them from the sofa, his cat purring as he stroked her side.
“We really like Y/N” his mum said, taking a seat next to him. He already knew something was up. He gave them a look “I mean, we already liked her when we saw her on your videos, but she’s even nicer in person”
“Yeah…” Jack said, suspiciously. He let out another nervous laugh “Where are you going with his?” The silly smile on his face couldn’t go away. Whenever someone talked about you, his features immediately softened, and his lips curved up in a not so subtle smile.
“We are just saying” his dad spoke, his hands inside his pockets. Jack could tell he was nervous, because Conor did the exact same thing when something was on his mind “That she’s a really good influence for you. She seems sweet and down-to-eart, that’s all”
The cat jumped off the sofa, making Jack cross his arms “I’m…I’m glad you like her” Jack felt uncomfortable. Although you weren’t his girlfriend, you were the first girl Jack had ever brought home, friends and all. His parents were rather surprised when they saw you two got along so well, remaining just friends up to that day. Because for them, it was so obvious that their little boy had more than friendly feelings towards you, and they were surprised he hadn’t made a move yet.
“We do” his mum said, nodding happily “So, does she have a boyfriend or something?” she asked, trying to sound cool and casual, but she failed.
“Mum, I know where you’re going” Jack said, not being able to supress a laugh “Just drop it”
She gave her husband a knowing look. He nodded “Jack” he said “It’s fine if you like her, buddy. Your mum and I started off as good friends as well, it’s okay to admit it”
Jack’s heart skipped a beat, and he stood up abruptly “I’m going for a walk” he said, ready to leave, when his dad grabbed his arm “Buddy” his voice was friendly, yet firm. Jack stopped on his tracks.
He didn’t want to talk about it with his parents. Y/N was the first girl he had ever fallen for, and he was scared. He was sure that if he kept telling himself that he didn’t lilke her like that, his feelings would go away. But love didn’t work like that.
He turned his head to look at his parents, and after a long silence, he spoke again “I’m afraid I’d hurt her if I tell her” it came out as rather a whisper, but his parents heard him perfectly.
His mum immediately pulled him into a hug, rubbing his back “Don’t be silly, Jack, please” she said, feeling the sadness on her son’s voice “Don’t you see how happy you make her?”
“I make her happy as a friend” Jack kept his voice low in case Anna and you decided to come downstairs “I’ve never had a girlfriend, I’m not good with feelings, I-”
“But there must be a reason why you like this girl so much, more than any other” his dad interrupted him.
At that moment, Jack didn’t stop to think. He poured his feelings right there, in front of his parents, in a way he thought he’d never be able to do “I love how she’s so laid-back and crazy, yet she knows when to be serious” he blurted out “She’s also really funny, there has not been a day she hasn’t made me laugh. She’s sensible, and she takes care of me when I’m sick, which happens like, every day” he chuckled. His eyes were fixed on the floor “I don’t know, I just think I don’t deserve her, like, I’d just break her heart because I’m a fucking idiot”
“You don’t sound like an idiot when you talk about her” his mum said, grabbing his hand “Jack, the fact that you’ve never cared about a girl enough to stick with her doesn’t mean you’ll never be able to do it”
“In fact, you’ve done it already” his father added.
“Do you really think you’d hurt her?” his mum asked him “Because Conor told me not long ago that you almost got into a fist fight with a random guy at a club because he was all over her”
Jack frowned “He told you?”
“It doesn’t matter, baby” his mum said, shaking her head “What matters is you look after her, and that’s no behaviour for someone who’d only hurt her if he’s with her”
Jack stayed silent for a moment, then nodded his head. His eyes were fixed on the floor again, too embarrassed by the topic to look at his parents “I like taking care of her” he said, almost whispering “And I’ve never felt that before for anyone”
His dad went up to him and clapped his back. There was no denying Jack was growing up, and his parents were glad it was because of such a lovely, kind-hearted girl “Why don’t you take her out for dinner tonight?” he suggested.
Suddenly, Anna and you irrumpted into the room, stopping abruptly at the sight of Jack with his parents “Did we interrupt something?” Anna asked, as she wasn’t used to see her brother looking so puppy-like. Soft eyes were uncommon for Jack, or so she thought.
“No, it’s fine, sweetheart” her mum said, smiling brightly at both of you “We were just catching up”
“We were as well” Anna said, turning her head to look at you. She winked “I was just about to ask Y/N when she was marrying Jack” she joked, making you blush.
“Anna, don’t be rude” her dad said, but he couldn’t deny he was amused by the situation.
“It’s not like we were gonna invite you anyway” Jack spoke, putting an arm casually around your shoulders. He was back to his own sassy self again. Anna stuck her tongue at her brother before following her parents’ track to the kitchen area.
You then felt Jack’s lips pressed against the side of your head, a huge comfort speading inside your body. You loved when he did that “Wanna go out for dinner tonight?” he asked you, catching you off-guard “Just you and me”
You looked up at him, a small smile forming on your lips “Sounds great”
Anna entered the living room again, coughing as she walked past you “Wedding” she said after fakingly clearing her voice. Jack extended an arm to push her, and she ran away, laughing uncontrollably.
“You’re not allowed to be the godmother to our children either”
“And they’ll be bloody gorgeous” you added, making Jack push you playfully as well.
“They’ll just be weird if you’re their mum” Jack joked.
“You’ll love them anyways” you teased back.
“I love anything that has to do with you” he said, pulling you in for a hug.
“You’re stupid” you said, your head resting on his pounding chest.
“Shut up, Mrs. Maynard”
“What makes you think I’m taking your last name?”
“You love me way too much?” you hit him again. He grabbed your hands and put them around his neck. He planted a soft kiss on the tip of your nose
You smiled softly, still not used to all the things that boy made you feel “Maybe I do”
“He’s been eye fucking you all night.” Jax says, trying to keep the bitterness from his words but failing majorly. You frown, grabbing your drink hot dog from the vendor and paying him.
“Who?” you ask, walking back towards the group. Jax scoffs, taking a harsh drag from his cig, seemingly annoyed. “Ryan?”
Jax doesn’t respond, leading you to believe you’ve got it right. Rolling your eyes, you take a bite from your food, trying not to get sauce all over your face. “He’s just a friend, Jax. Why do you care anyway?”
“I don’t. Just don’t like the way he’s looking at you, that’s all.” It’s bittersweet as you reach the others, thankful to get away from Jax’s moods but wanting to know why he’s so bothered in the first place.
“Fireworks start in ten.” Opie says, Lyla nestled under his arm. You all start walking towards where the fireworks are being let off, Ryan falling back to walk next to you.
“Your biker boy doesn’t seem to like me very much.” Ryan chuckles, you smiling sympathetically.
“He’s just, well, Jax.” you say, Ryan smirking at your lack of explanation. Shrugging, you nudge him lightly with your arm. “He’ll warm up to you soon enough.”
“Doubt it, he thinks I’m competition.” You wait for him to continue, spotting Jax up ahead, his head turning to look at you, the same pissed off expression on his face. “It’s obvious he’s in love with you.”
You choke on your food, coughing loudly as Ryan taps your back, trying to help you recover. Once you’ve successfully dislodged the food from your throat, you turn to look at him. “What? No, you’ve got it all wrong..”
“Oh, (Y/N).” he tuts, throwing his arm around your shoulder. “Still so naive.”
You don’t say anymore as you reach the field, the grassy area full of the people of Charming waiting patiently for the show of bursting colour to begin.
“Is it bad that I’m getting a kick out of pissing him off?” You look over at Jax as Ryan talks, feeling sorry for the bottle of beer in Jax’s grip, his fingers white as he squeezes it for dear life.
“Don’t be an asshole.” you comment, shrugging his arm from around you. “I’m just gonna go see if he’s alright.”
“Use protection.” he laughs childishly, causing you to punch him in the arm, not being able to control the smile on your lips.
Striding over to the mardy looking biker, you smile at him, the crease between his browz remaining. “Your face is gonna get stuck like that if you keep frowning.”
He doesn’t even acknowledge you as you speak, refusing to meet your gaze as he looks towards the crowd of citizens. You feel your mood start to turn sour at his coldness, a pang of embarrassment hitting you in the chest.
“Asshole.” you mutter, deciding to let him wallow in his own negative juices. You stride forwards, a grip on your arm stopping you in your tracks. “What?”
“I’m not the asshole here, your so called ‘friend’ is.” he says, emphasising the word friend in a sarcastic manner. You yank your arm out of his grip, raising your eyebrows in disbelief.
“You’re so childish! What’s it to you who I’m friends with and not friends with?” you challenge, folding your arms across your chest. All you receive is a look of surprise, Jax not expecting you to retaliate in such a fiesty manner.
He shakes his head, his tongue running over his lower lip. His voice is less agitated once he speaks, a calmer grain behind his words. “You really don’t get it do you?”
“What? That you’re a dick?” You regret your response as soon as it leaves your lips, not enjoying the flash of hurt that passes through Jax’s eyes, though it’s gone as quick as it appeared.
“Forget it.” You huff, rolling your eyes in exasperation as he strides away from you, his form tense as he does so.
“Jesus Christ.” you mumble to yourself, following his steps only seconds after he’s disappeared, his figure turning out of sight. You jog, cursing his long legs as you try to catch up, finally spotting him in an abandoned area of the park.
“You walk kinda quick, you know that?” He turns his head towards you, eyes trained on yours as he lights up the stick, before turning away again as he takes a drag. “I’m sorry for calling you a dick. Can you just tell me what’s up?”
“Nothing, I’m fine.” You don’t budge, instead carefully taking the cigarette from his fingers and taking a drag, showing you’re not leaving anytime soon. “You shouldn’t pick up on my habits.”
You shrug, letting the smoke escape from your mouth. “You can do it, why can’t I?”
“I’m already poisoned.” he says, retrieving the cigarette from you and taking another drag, before doubting it against the tree. “You’re too good for it.”
“What if I think you’re too good for it?” you argue, taking a step closer to him, convinced his anger level has lowered.
“I’d say you’re wrong.” he shrugs, smirking at the annoyed expression on your face. “Sorry, darlin’, but it’s true.”
“Well, I think you’re wrong. You’re more than good enough, and you’re not poisoned.” you state, reaching him and poking his chest lightly, enjoying the way he squirms under your touch.
“Whatever you say, angel.” he says, though you can tell your words have brightened his mood. “You need to get back, you’re gonna miss the fireworks.”
“I don’t mind, I’d rather stay with you.” A blush creeps up your neck after you’ve spoken, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you look into the distance, trying to control your jitters.
“Yeah. Views better here, anyway.” he says, his eyes focused on nothing but you as you look back at him.
You hum in response, crossing your arms, unable to control the way your lips curl up. “That so?”
He nods in confirmation, running his hands through his hair, taming back a few stray tendrils. He steps towards you, reaching out for you cautiously, his actions slightly more confident once he sees that you don’t deny him.
He pulls you towards him gently by your shirt, not sure how to dance in the newly discovered territory. You’re the same, unsure how to react to his advances before your palms find their place on his chest, the action almost natural. “This okay?”
You nod slightly, not wanting to disturb the current between the two of you, your fingertips tracing the patches on his kutte nervously, feelings of anxiety and excitement swirling within.
Your eyes flutter closed as he wraps his arms around you, yours slipping around his neck as the two of you embrace. You don’t miss the way his grip tightens around your body, a heavy sigh leaving his lips as he holds you to his chest.
“It’s okay.” you whisper, sensing the urgency in the way he squeezes you, like having you in his clutches relieves the immense burden that he carries around on his shoulders. “You’re alright.”
He pulls away after a few seconds, a kiss being left upon your forehead as he does so. You close your eyes at the feeling, angling your head up slightly to brush your nose against his own, skin tingling at the action.
He slips his hands under your shirt, the calloused yet delicate digits stroking your exposed skin as his breath tickles your lips, tension thick in the air.
“Jax.” you say breathlessly, pulling on the locks at the nape of his neck. That’s all he needs to take the lead, his lips pressing against yours for the first time, his pressure featherlight.
A quiet moan slips from you, Jax gripping your hips in response before pressing his lips harder against your own, his movements becoming more and more confident.
The taste of smoke and mint dances it’s way onto your tongue as the kiss deepens, the concoction making your head swirl. Jax nibbles on your lower lip teasingly, your body completely controlled by his touch.
He only separates once you’re both breathless, his forehead pressed against yours as flick your tongue across your lips, savouring the taste of him within your mouth.
“I should’ve done that a long time ago.“ he chuckles, his thumbs swiping backwards and forwards over your skin. You hum in agreement, revelling in the sensation of floating, head swimming within the clouds.
Loud banging erupts from within the distance, the sky blasted with streams of vibrant colour. The display creates the perfect setting, your mouth finding Jax’s again as you experience his lips all over again, never wanting to be without it again.
A/N - I’m really happy with how this turned out!! I hope you guys are too :) Let me know what you think, your feedback is always welcome and appreciated ❤ love you all xxxxx
prompt!(after hawkmoth is defeated) Chat confesses to ladybug and she says no to him. since hawkmoth is defeated and he thinks ladybug hates him. he doesnt go out as chat anymore. He "gets over" ladybug and dates/marrys mari. on their wedding day she tells him that she is ladybug. mari talks about how she misses chat and adrien gets really mad and it some hows leads to adrien saying to mari "I HAVEN'T USED THAT NAME IN YEARS" and mari is just like oh shit
Thank you for the prompt anon! Also…. did you ust ask me to use a meme in a reveal? Anyway this is a meme reveal.
Marinette rushed into the room, closing the door as fast as she could without ruining her dress. She didn’t expect to spend her wedding day like this. She glances up, noticing her future husband looking at her curiously. She better start explaining before he gets another idea of her wanting to call off the wedding out of silly reasons.
(Seriously, the last time he thought she will break up with him and cancel the wedding cause he picked the wrong appetizer.)
“Adrien, I really need to tell you something.”
His green eyes grew bigger and the curiosity turned to fear. Rushing to like side Adrien, tangled his hands in a pleading gesture. “Please, don’t say you aren’t going to marry me anymore. I promise I will be better. I won’t eat the last tarts in the fridge anymore. I won’t use the last lavender bath bomb, I won’t play with your yarns again!”
Marinette rolled her eyes. God, her husband to be was such a bridezilla. She grabbed his hands and squeezed reassuringly.
“I’m not leaving you, Adrien. But I have to confess something. Something that I should have done a long time ago. I’m sorry I never told you.”
Adrien blinked. “You don’t think my ass is cute. That’s it, isn’t it?” a normal person wouldn’t look so heartbroken over being told their ass isn’t cute, but then again, Adrien wasn’t exactly the picture under the definition of normal person.
“I think your ass is very cute and sexy, but this isn’t it.” Marinette took a deep breath.
Telling your soon to be husband that you were a superhero is hard enough, but telling him you also miss your partner who happened to be a really loyal dork in a cat suit… yeah, it just became harder. But Adrien was the love of her life and she knew he’d understand the fact that she wished her old partner would be at the wedding and her sadness over the fact that he wasn’t. He hadn’t seen him in years and missed him terribly.
“Adrien, what I want to say is that I was Ladybug.” Adrien simply stared at her with wide eyes and a slack jaw. “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you! And it kills me cause I miss Chat Noir and I wished he was here too, cause he had been such a good friend and I’m sorry. Again.”
Adrien seemed to regain some composure and Marinette was happy he was screaming. But when his eyes looked in the distance with that seemed like sadness she began to worry.
“Chat Noir.” he said idly. “I haven’t used that name in years.”
Marinette was outraged. Did that tol shit just meme her on their wedding day? The nerve! And… wait… what did he say? Realization drowned on Marinette.
If I could put it this bluntly, I’m a result of survivors from the Armenian Genocide. So if they didn’t survive, I wouldn’t be sitting here now. When I read the script [of ‘The Promise’], and it’s something that Armenians would know, it’s something that we’ve heard since, like, I was a little girl. And I’ve heard stories from my great-grandparents about how my great-great-grandmother committed suicide in front of her children who were seven and five. And they were orphans, the orphans that you see in the film that ran away. Actually, one of them got somewhere, the other passed away, like somehow they were separated. So I feel this story is highly pertinent and incredibly important to me. When I read the script, I called my agent immediately and said ‘I think it’s fate that I should be in this film’. If it was done 20 years ago, I wouldn’t be the right age to do it. So how lucky was I that I could be a part of this. And I am really honored to join this incredible cast, Oscar Isaac, Charlotte [Le Bon], Christian Bale, and Terry George.
Overview: You’ve lived with the Winchesters for years as a fellow hunter, and everyone has always stayed well in the friend zone. What happens when nightmares come haunting and Dean offers to help? Will things change, or is it all in your head?
Word Count: 1,744
Warnings: This is fluffier than a marshmallow
A/N: This fic was born on the blank canvas of printer paper (3 pieces, front and back) before being typed into an obnoxious iPad and then finally transferred to my computer. Thanks to @wheresthekillswitch for fixing my spelling and titling this for me :) Thanks to @hannahindie for being my personal encourager and cheerleader. Love you both!
I didn’t realize my fingers were shaking until they slipped off of the lower levels of my gun for the second time. The slide simultaneously snapped back into place, and I let out a sharp hiss when it took a pinch of my skin with it. Heavy hands fumbled to pull the metal back again, quickly releasing the now inflamed and aching flesh. My gun clattered to the table, and I leaned back in my chair with a soft sigh while gently soothing over the angry skin with a still shaky thumb.
The gun’s not going to clean itself, Y/N.
I shook out my hand and took a deep breath to try and still the tremors before going to work again. Or, at least attempting to go to work.
I hadn’t even heard him come in. Dean was standing just inside my door with a tired smile and a perplexed look directed towards me. I looked down and blinked to clear my blurry vision, the two separated halves of my gun coming into focus. I realized I’d just been sitting there, aimlessly holding them.
“You ok?” He came a few more steps into my room and knelt down beside my chair, a worry wrinkle joining his facial features. Dean gently pried my disassembled gun from my grasp and set the parts on the table before gathering both of my hands between his warm, calloused ones. “You’re shaking.”
I tried to smile and managed to pull up one corner of my mouth, “I’m just tired.”
Dean squeezed my hands, “Well the gun can wait. Let’s get you to bed.”
And just like that, your fate was sealed - because Min Yoongi was absolutely going to destroy you. But hell, if you weren’t going to let him, or bask happily in the flames as he did so.
And sadly, at the time, you didn’t think that your thoughts would become so literal.
You drive me insane…You’re the scariest, most clever, bravest person I know, and sometimes I can’t catch my breath because I’m trying so hard to keep up. There will never be another like you. You realize that, don’t you? Billions of people will come and go in this world, but there will never be another like you.“ - Marie Lu, Champion
A wet city is one thing you are absolutely convinced you will
never grow tired of, or get used to. You were positive that you had
fallen in love, the first night it had rained in Seoul, because the
next day the city was wet.
The smell of the rain is one thing you will always admire. The
salty aroma mixed with that of the water was enough to soothe every
ache in your bones, enough to calm any storm in your head.
Prompted from the screenshot of that cop on Tinder with the bio: “Ever shouted Fuck the Police? Well, here’s your chance.”
Derek shut the door behind him with a sigh and sat down on the floor, stretching his legs out in front of him. He hated parties, and he was pissed that Laura had dragged him to the New Year’s Eve one she was hosting at her apartment. She did a really good guilt trip, though, so Derek was there. And now, he was curious how long it would take her to realize that he was hiding in her closet. He was hoping for at least a 20-minute break away from the endless small talk.
He pulled out his phone and swiped idly through the app screens, hovering his thumb over the little flame icon. Laura had created a Tinder account for him a few weeks ago—very much against his wishes—but he’d only been on it a couple times, and he’d never swiped right for anyone. He’d never really done the online dating thing; it just hadn’t really appealed to him. It seemed to encourage quick decisions based just on someone’s looks, and well…Derek had enough of that already.
He was bored, though, so he opened the app and immediately swiped left, wincing at the cheesy shirtless mirror shot of the first guy that popped up. Derek swiped left again, for a girl whose bio just said NO DRAMA, and then couldn’t hold in the little snort at the bio of the next guy. “Ever shouted Fuck the Police? Well, here’s your chance.”
Derek’s gaze drifted up to the photo, and he swallowed hard. This guy, Stiles, what kind of name was that, was seriously attractive. He was really working the cop uniform in the first photo, all broad smile and bright eyes. Probably taken at the pride parade, if the crowd behind him and the rainbow flag were any indication.
Derek swiped through the rest of the pictures—one of him with a dog, one of him shirtless on a beach, one of him playing what looked like a pickup baseball game—and audibly exhaled. He was definitely Derek’s type, tall and lean with broad shoulders. Before he could talk himself out of it, he swiped right. The app notified him of a match, and Derek couldn’t stop the little inward preen at the thought of this guy swiping right on him, too.
He ran with this foreign streak of courage and tapped the message button.
That is the worst pick-up line I’ve ever heard.
Derek had no idea what the typical messaging etiquette was on Tinder, but Stiles replied just a minute later.
BTS reaction: Their s/o is practicing and gets frustrated because she keeps messing up (but she’s actually mad, because of something else).
Hey! I wondering if I can request a Bts reaction to finding their gf in the studio practising choreos but she keeps messing up and she gets mad because she mad for something else? Thx❤
A/N - I know that Tae’s is really long but….
Jin was done practicing long ago and was now sitting at corner of the room waiting for you to be done practicing too while he was scrolling through his social media.
He heard you groan in frustration a few times, but he didn’t think anything of it, after all you were trying to learn a new choreography, it was a normal thing to be frustrated.
But when he saw you turn off the music and sit on the floor, gripping your hair in frustration, your eyes filled with tears he immediately came and sat down next to you, realizing that you weren’t crying just because of the choreography. He wouldn’t say anything but he would start leaving kisses all over your face and neck and would start making jokes in hopes that they would make you laugh.
“No, jagi, don’t cry! Here, wanna hear a joke….”
You were getting more and more frustrated with the new choreography you were trying to learn. And your boyfriend, Suga, who has been watching you practice for 3 hours straight now wanted to help, but he was by no means an expert in dance. So he decided to go get you a bottle of water.
But he didn’t expect that when he came back, he would see you sitting on the floor with your back against the wall, crying your eyes out. At first he thought someone hurt you or said something to you but when you told him that was not it he sat down next to you and pulled you into his lap and wrapped his arms around you. You buried your head in the crook of his neck and he rubbed your back soothingly.
“It’s okay, love,” He said quietly, “Tell oppa what happened…”
When he Jhope noticed you quietly sobbing on the floor he walked over to you and knelt down, talking your face in his hands gently. He gave you a quick kiss and wiped away your tears, before standing up and offering you his hand.
“Come dance with me! Don’t think about choreography, just dance like the music feels. And don’t think about whatever’s bothering you. Just try to forget it.” He said.
You smiled, took his hand and stood up. Hobi smiled back and played a song from his phone. It was a familiar song, one that you’ve danced to a million times before. The two of you started dancing, your head completely empty of everything except the music that was surrounding you.
Namjoon wouldn’t know what to do at first when he walked in the studio where you were practicing and saw you kicking the walls with such force that you had tears in your eyes.
He would walk up to you quietly and put his hand on your shoulder.
“Baby are you okay?” He asked, making you stop kicking the wall.
“No…” You said, your lips quivering.
“Hey, it’s okay…” He said pulling you in his arms. “Now tell me what happened, so I can help you…”
When Jimin saw you crying he was really confused, because just a few seconds ago you were practicing and you seemed completely fine.
He walked over to you, pulled you in his arms and started carrying you bridal style to your car where he put you in the passenger’s seat.
“I think you practiced enough for today…” He said before wiping away one of your tears, kissing your cheek and moving to the driver’s seat.
When Taehyung arrived at the studio to pick you up, he didn’t expect to find you crying and punching a wall. He was scared to walk in at first so he just stood at the doorway, looking at you.
“Jagi, are you okay?” He asked from the doorway, but when you didn’t answer he walked up to you and stood next to you looking at you punch the wall.
“Jagi, why are you punching a wall?” He asked calmly.
“Because I’m angry…” You answered, but continued punching the wall.
Tae took your hands in his and made you turn around to face him.
“Look, baby, I know your angry but your knuckles are starting to get bruised…”
“I don’t care!” You said your eyes filling up with tears, turned around and kept punching the wall.
This time Tae took you by the shoulders and took your whole body around.
“How about you punch me instead?”
“Come on! I won’t break!”
You punched his shoulder very softly. The two of you laughed and you kept doing it, each punch getting softer and softer until it slowly turned into a tickle fight.
When Jungkook found you crying on the floor of the dance studio he would simply sit down next to you and wrap his arm around you. But soon he himself would start crying, because you being sad makes him sad.
“Shh…don’t cry love. It’s okay…” He said, but you could see his eyes fill up with tears.