I don’t even know. I was taking a walk today and this idea popped into my head. I swear I’m still writing the bookstore AU, too. Also, *pops confetti*, I hit 2k followers today! Who ARE all you guys? Anyway, this fluff/ridiculousness is for you. ~1.6k words, rated G. Sterek, of course.
The whole thing starts with Stiles really, really craving a meatball sub from the place across the street.
“God, someone shut him up,” Erica groans. They’re all kind of at their breaking point by now; they’ve been camped out in this meeting room all day, brainstorming. “He’s been talking about the same goddamn sandwich for seven and a half minutes now, and it’s making me hungry.”
“If only our ad campaign were about sandwiches, Stilinski would have it in the bag and we could all go home,” Isaac sighs.
From across the table, Derek rises abruptly to his feet and storms out. (Or maybe it’s just that Stiles always interprets everything Derek does as stormy. With those eyebrows, it’s hard not to.)
Stiles assumes he’s just gotten so fed up with them all that it’s either storm out or kill someone, and he’s just grateful Derek chose Door Number 1. It’s a good day not to get killed by Derek Hale.
Only, fifteen minutes later he comes back in. With a paper bag from the deli.
As soon as he gets within grabbing distance, Stiles practically collapses across the table in his haste to reach for it. “Oh my god, is that what I think it is?”
Derek holds it up over his head. “Who says this is for you? Maybe all your talk inspired me to go get a meatball sub of my own.”
“Oh, please. Like anyone with your abs eats meatball subs.” Stiles leaps to his feet on his swivel chair—because screw safety, Derek will catch him if he starts to topple over—and snatches the bag out of Derek’s grip. Derek doesn’t fight him for it very hard.
“Why don’t I get a meatball sub?” Erica whines, thumping her head down on her notebook. “Doesn’t anyone love me?”
Derek shrugs and takes his seat again. “You didn’t ask.”
“You just like Stilinski better,” she grumbles, and Derek just shrugs again.
Meanwhile, Stiles rips into the bag and takes a huge bite out of the gloriousness that is this sandwich. He can’t help throwing in a few theatrical moans just to taunt Erica, and she suitably rewards him with a glare of death across the table.
“Mmm,” Stiles says. “Derek, I love you so much, dude. Marry me.”
Instead of the grumpy eyebrows he expects, Derek meets his eye, leans back smugly in his chair, and says, “Okay.”
things mickey milkovich did for ian gallager:
-gave him kash’s gun back
-stopped robbing the kash and grab
-met him at the kash and grab when he was upset
-got shot bc his ex was a jealous lunatic
-shared cigarettes and beer w him
-didn’t kill his dad even though it put mickey’s own life in grave danger
-beat up anyone who he was sleeping w
-helped him intimidate a pedophile
-waited on him before starting to run from the cops
-helped him train for ROTC
-helped him rob a house
-kissed him just because he asked for it
-got shot AGAIN
-let him stay at mickey’s house when he was in a group home
-made him pizza rolls
-had a movie and beer date night
-jumped on terry’s back to protect him
-got pistol whipped
-“just because im getting hitched doesn’t mean we can’t still bang”
-got married to protect them both
-tried to talk him out of joining the army
-cried for him
-hunted him down in a gay club
-“if you don’t wanna hang out with me, that’s fine”
-told him to call his family
-BROUGHT HIM HOME
-helped him sober up
-went looking for him after svetlana chased him out
-sucked his dick whenever he asked
-made him coffee
-gave him money for breakfast
-contributed to the gallagher household
-“he’s fucking family”
-“he’s staying here. he’s staying with me.”
-stopped him from killing someone
-helped him frame that pastor
-CAME OUT FOR HIM IN FRONT OF THE MAN WHO WOULD KILL MICKEY FOR IT
-tried to get him to get help
-“im worried about you. i love you.”
-visited him in the hospital
-“sorry im late”
-“he’s got me”
-“take your meds bitch”
-agreed to take him on a date
-fought an army guard and only stopped when they drew their guns
-TRIED TO KILL THE PERSON WHO RATTED HIM OUT
-talked to the army so he could come home and not go to prison
-ran a hundred miles an hour to his house when he called and said he was home
-went to prison
-got a tattoo of his name
-broke out of prison just to be with him
things ian gallagher did for mickey milkovich:
-brought him pain and suffering
It’s about two months into their relationship. (Their proper relationship, not the year of fumbling that led them there.) Kent’s bugging Alexei about his stuff taking up too much room in Kent’s dresser drawers. “Can’t we, like, pick a drawer that’s yours and you can have that one, so your shit isn’t all messed up with mine?”
“You’re wanting to share drawers?” Alexei says, merrily putting a pair of pants in right next to Kent’s pants, god damn it.
“At least can we fucking talk about it?”
“Pff. No, too early. We talk about it when we get married,” Alexei says breezily.
Kent nearly trips face first over his own dropped jaw.
fic prompt: Isak married even, a moment between Isak and his best buddy/man Jonas before the vows
“Man, I can’t believe you made it to twenty-four without learning how to tie a fucking tie. What the hell,” Jonas says, rolling his eyes. And it’s not like Isak can’t do it by himself—he’s just so nervous that his fingers had felt like lead. But he’s about to marry the love of his life, and that should be an excuse. Even always has this effect on him, no matter how many years they’ve spent together. It’ll be a dark day when the mere thought of Even doesn’t make Isak feel like a fumbling mess again, seventeen years old and learning what it felt like to fit in his own skin for the first time.
Isak takes a deep breath. He’d promised himself he wouldn’t get sentimental until the vows. Even’s no doubt going to be sappy as hell, and all Isak has is a sweaty index card tucked into his jacket. He’s written and rewritten them, but no words can ever capture all that Even means to him. Isak isn’t sure he even knows the full extent of it yet, not when they have years ahead to figure it out.
Jonas must sense his mood, because he chuckles as he puts the finishing touches on Isak’s tie. “Who would’ve guessed you’d be the first one out of all of us to get married?”
Hey guys! As the only American running this blog, I thought I’d give you a couple travel tips.
1. NEVER GO TO A RESTAURANT UNLESS YOU CAN AFFORD TO PAY 20 % MORE THAN WHAT YOUR BILL WILL ACTUALLY COME TO!!!!
Cannot stress this enough. So important. America is stupid, so we don’t actually pay our wait staff a living wage. Like, they make less than 3.00 an hour on average. Their lively hood depends almost entirely on tips. If you cannot afford to give a decent 20% tip to the person whose working their ass off and earns most of their salary from people like you, DO NOT GO!!! These people work so hard and deal with so many ungrateful customers and they deserve to be compensated for taking care of you. It sucks that their source of income depends on often mercurial customers, but that is unfortunately how it is, at least for now. HELP THEM PAY THEIR GODDAMN RENT BECAUSE THEIR BASIC SALARY DOES NEXT TO NOTHING!!!
2. AMERICA IS PRETTY FUCKING BIG!!!
Compared to Europe or even Australia, America has a lot of territory for one country. Subways/metros/tubes are only in the big cities (like the most popular ones- Boston, NYC, etc. Even Orlando doesn’t have a subways system, and Disney is there) and cabs are expensive. Bus systems are not always a thing that exists. You have to be twenty five to rent a car here (we really suck sometimes). Hitch-hiking might get you killed/robbed/raped if you end up with a shady character. Make sure you have a secure way of getting around BEFORE you arrive.
3. It’s pretty hot, especially in the south or in the summer. I know that Europeans tend to wear nice clothes even to walk around, but you can wear shorts and a t-shirt to do most standard tourism in America. Keep cool and keep comfortable.
4. AS SOON AS YOU GET OFF THE PLANE, BUY A POCKET KNIFE OR SOME MACE AND KEEP IT IN YOUR POCKET/BAG!!!! ESP IF YOU ARE A PERSON OF COLOUR!!!
This is so important. I carry a knife, a corkscrew, and a lighter everywhere I’m not hindered by security concerns, and I’m as white as they come. But racism is still such a big thing here, especially in rural areas. ESPECIALLY IF YOU ARE FROM THE MIDDLE EAST OR LOOK LIKE YOI MIGHT POSSIBLY BE REMOTELY MUSLIM, EVEN IF YOU ARE NOT!!! People are ignorant here, and it is a legitimate concern that you might be attacked or have reason to protect yourself. If very well might not happen, but be ready and play it safe, please.
“He spent the night with Dean,” Sam told her. He was leaning in his own doorway.
“Oh? I just wanted to check in on him. I suppose Dean’s keeping an eye on him.” She smiled knowingly. “Are they…? I mean he told Dean he loved him last night.”
Sam shrugged. “If know. I half expected Dean to drive off somewhere in the middle of the night and drink himself stupid. He doesn’t do feelings.” He put an arm around his mother and walked her to the kitchen for some coffee and a longer chat.
“The waitress yesterday morning?” Mary asked.
“Classic Dean. Alpha male, pack leader. Clearly not interested in her but still asserts his masculinity. He knows Cas isn’t looking to hook up with anyone. He’s not the casual sex kind of guy.”
“And you and Dean are?” It was a fair enough question.
Sam shifted in his seat uncomfortably. Not a topic he wanted to discuss with his mother. “No time for relationships. Let’s leave it at that. And not so much for one night stands the past couple years. I think we went and got too old for it.”
“Maybe it’s because Dean has Castiel. Maybe the whole show yesterday was to throw us off, keep it a secret. But when you’re dying you say things you think you may never say again.”
Sam cleared his throat. Dean stumbled into the kitchen with an equally half awake angel behind him. They grunted their greetings to the other Winchesters and Cas flopped down beside Mary whilst Dean fixed them some coffee. They noticed Cas was wearing some of Dean’s things and his hair was particularly unruly like he’d actually slept.
“Rough night?” Sam asked. He figured one of them would answer him.
“It’s been awhile since I’ve slept. Dean’s bed is quite comfortable, though. It was easier to rest than I anticipated.” Cas was straightforward as usual.
Mary looked to Dean. He didn’t look remotely flustered. No posturing. “Did you get any sleep, Dean?”
“Better than I have in years.”
Sam fought a smirk. “So you slept…together?”
Dean glared at him over his cup. “You got a problem with that?”
Sam shrugged again. “You wanna be cuddle buddies with Cas that’s fine with me. Mom?” He shifted the focus to Mary.
She put her arm around Cas. “I think it’s wonderful that you have each other.” She hugged him to her side. “My boys. My Winchester boys.”
“You’re definitely a Winchester, Cas.” Sam reached across the table to pat his hand. “Whether Dean makes an honest man out of you or not, you’ll always be my brother.”
“Honest man? I am an honest man, Sam.” Cas looked confused.
“He means if we get hitched, married, tie the knot.”
“Oh. I’m afraid we couldn’t wear white as tradition - “
“Oh Jesus Christ, Cas!” Dean shouted. He immediately covered his eyes in embarrassment. Sam and Mary just burst into giggles and eventually Dean broke and joined them.
My family, Cas thought to himself. What did I get myself into?
This is part one of ?? ask memes containing 00′s lyrics. This post contains mainly popular top 40 pop songs.
‘ a girl like you is impossible to find ’ ‘ ain’t no other man but you ’ ‘ and in the back of your mind i know you should be over me ’ ‘ been fueling up on cocaine & whiskey ’ ‘ best thing about tonight is that we’re night fighting ’ ‘ boys just come & go like seasons ’ ‘ can’t seem to get you off my mind ’ ‘ come & rest your bones with me ’ ‘ did we get hitched last night? ’ ‘ do you see how much i need you right now? ’ ‘ don’t tell me you’re sorry cause you’re not ’ ‘ don’t you ever for a second get to thinking you’re irreplaceable ’ ‘ fairytales don’t always have a happy ending, do they? ’ ‘ feeling like i’m heading for a breakdown ’ ‘ how do i feel this good sober? ’ ‘ how long will i be waiting to be with you again? ’ ‘ i bet you’re hard to get over ’ ‘ i can have another you in a minute ’ ‘ i can’t look at you while i’m lying next to her ’ ‘ i don’t wanna be anything other than me ’ ‘ i don’t wanna be anything other than what i’ve been trying to be lately ’ ‘ i drove for miles & miles & wound up at your door ’ ‘ i have the tendency of getting very physical ’ ‘ i haven’t seen the sunshine in three damn days ’ ‘ i hope you know that this has nothing to do, it’s personal ’ ‘ i hoped you were coming home to stay ’ ‘ i just called to say i love you, come back home ’ ‘ i just called to say i want you to come back home ’ ‘ i keep her coming every night, so hard to keep her satisfied ’ ‘ i know i left too much mess & destruction to come back again ’ ‘ i know i tend to get so insecure ’ ‘ i know you think that i shouldn’t still love you ’ ‘ i never thought i’d need you there when i cry ’ ‘ i promise i’m not trying to make your life harder ’ ‘ i said see you later boy ’ ‘ i swear i’ll change my ways ’ ‘ i think i’ve already lost you ’ ‘ i think you’re already gone ’ ‘ i wanna take a ride on your disco stick ’ ‘ i want to make you feel beautiful ’ ‘ i was off to drink you away ’ ‘ i wonder if i’ll ever change my ways ’ ‘ i would’ve stayed up with you all night had i known how to save a life ’ ‘ if i just lay here, would you lie with me & just forget the world? ’ ‘ if your heart is always searching, can you ever found a home? ’ ‘ if you’re gone, maybe it’s time to come home ’ ‘ is there anyone out there cause it’s getting harder & harder to breathe ’ ‘ it’s not always rainbows & butterflies, it’s compromise, it moves us along ’ ‘ it’s personal, myself & i, we got some straightening up to do ’ ‘ it’s time for me to go home ’ ‘ it’s time to be a big girl now & big girls don’t cry ’ ‘ it’s too late to apologize ’ ‘ it’s your fault you didn’t shut the refrigerator, maybe that’s the reason i’ve been acting so could ’ ‘ i’ll be your best friend & you’ll be my valentine ’ ‘ i’ll do what it takes ’ ‘ i’m bringing sexy back ’ ‘ i’m going home to the place where i belong ’ ‘ i’m in love & always will be ’ ‘ i’m leaving, never to come back again ’ ‘ i’m not crazy, i’m just a little unwell ’ ‘ i’m not going to write you a love song ’ ‘ i’m not ready to make nice ’ ‘ i’m still mad as hell ’ ‘ i’ve had you so many times, but somehow i want more ’ ‘ let’s get this party started ’ ‘ let’s talk this over, it’s not like we’re dead ’ ‘ make them boys go loco ’ ‘ my heart is full & my door’s always open, you come anytime you want ’ ‘ please, just cut it out ’ ‘ she acts like summer & walks like rain ’ ‘ she always belonged to someone else ’ ‘ she listens like spring & she talks like june ’ ‘ shut up & put your money where your mouth is ’ ‘ since you’ve been gone my worlds been dark & grey ’ ‘ so much for my happy ending ’ ‘ some things in this world you just can’t change ’ ‘ some things you don’t need until they leave you ’ ‘ spare me your frickin’ dirty looks ’ ‘ steal some covers, share some skin ’ ‘ tell me, boy, now wouldn’t that be sweet? ’ ‘ that’s what you get for waking up in vegas ’ ‘ they say time heals everything, but i’m still waiting ’ ‘ this is not what i intended, i always swore to you i’d never fall apart ’ ‘ this love has taken its toll on me ’ ‘ this shit is bananas ’ ‘ times square can’t shine as bright as you ’ ‘ tonight will be the night that i will fall for you over again ’ ‘ welcome to the real world ’ ‘ we’ll be playmates & lovers & share our secret worlds ’ ‘ when you look me in the eyes & tell me that you love me, everything’s alright ’ ‘ when you’re gone the pieces of my heart are missing you ’ ‘ where did i go wrong, i lost a friend ’ ‘ wish i had a good girl to miss me ’ ‘ you can hold my hand if you want to cause i wanna hold yours too ’ ‘ you got me twisted ’ ‘ you look so dumb right now ’ ‘ you put on quite a show, really had me going ’ ‘ you reminded me of brighter days ’ ‘ you should turn yourself around & come on home ’ ‘ you’re so ugly when you cry ’
Tony Stark and Peter Quill getting married all because when Peter started flirting with Tony, Tony decided to tease him a bit and act like Peter had proposed to him.
Peter Quill who is freaking out because that was not what he had meant, but he’s pretty sure Tony’s joking, and he doesn’t want to look stupid for taking Tony seriously if he is joking, so he goes along with it when Tony says he’d be delighted to marry Peter.
Tony intrigued at first by Peter’s reaction then slowly realizing that Peter Quill is actually going to marry him, if he doesn’t speak up. Tony, who tries to get Peter to back down, but every time he tries to encourage Peter to break off the engagement he ends up saying things like, “You know, we can stop this at any time” and “If you’re scared to get hitched we can always try again later.”
Peter, who gets a little more determined after Tony’s comments, because he is not scared to get married, and Tony may be giving him an out, but Tony’s still acting very serious about this marriage thing too, so Peter’s going to take it seriously too.
They head over to city hall and the first thing they do as a married couple (besides stare at each other in shock and awe for a moment) is spend an hour arguing about what kind of cake they should buy from the bakery nearby in celebration of them getting married.
Imagine: When sent down to the ground, you’re faced with someone you never thought you’d see again. Faced with the decision to face him or hide, you choose to ignore him. Knowing there was no way he would forgive you for what happened.
You laughed, your giggle echoing off the walls as you leaned back in pure enjoyment. Despite being stuck on a floating space-station that limited your life’s options, you were still overjoyed and happy as you sat next to your boyfriend. Leaning against him for support as you nearly fell off your seat in confusion.
Bellamy chuckled next to you, shaking his head at your clumsiness as he grabbed her shoulders to straighten you out. You blushed from light embarrassment, you were always so clumsy and though you were embarrassed, you knew that Bellamy wouldnt really hold it against you.
“Be careful,” he chastised. You looked up at him, a certain awe struck expression in your eyes as you stared lovingly at him. You were completely mesmerized by him and nothing would ever convince you otherwise.
“I love you…” You whispered in a daze. He looked shocked, probably not expecting something so random but affectionate, before he smiled. Grabbing you around your shoulders and leaning down to place a soft kiss on your forehead. you leaned into the warmth, reminiscing in the moment.
You sighed, lightly pushing away from the kiss, before leaning down to continue tying your shoes. You were having fun, but you needed to get back home before your father started to worry where you had run off to. It wasn’t very often you got to spend time with Bellamy because of how you had to hide it from your parents, or per say your father, who you didn’t know what he’d do if he caught you.
You’d spent the night at Bellamy’s last night. Aurora, his mother, though was anxious of someone else knowing about Octavia, did like you even if she was constantly watching you. Nonetheless she was more of a parent than your actual father was, so if that in returned meant her being wary of you, you didn’t care.
“Do you have to go?” Bellamy sulked from behind you. Placing his hand on your lower back, the bottom of your tank top ridden up from sleep. You giggled lightly, knowing what he was trying to do, before you pushed his hand away and stood up, turning around to face him. You placed your hands on your hips, fixating him with a teasing glare.
“Yes,” you sighed, “you know i have to. If not, my father could find me, and that wouldn’t end well.” You shook your head, suddenly gloom at the thought of your father. You weren’t close with Kane, your father, but he still was your family and you hated hiding things like this from him.
Bellamy stood up, his height suddenly towering over you greatly as you leaned your head back to stare at him properly. “What could go so wrong?”
Shocked, you cocked your head in disbelief. “What?”
“I’m tired of hiding our relationship and not being able to spend more than a few hours every few days together.” He sighed, stepping up to you and placing his arms around your waist. You frowned, letting your hands fall on his forearms as you nodded. “I know.” You whispered, gripping his arms slightly.
“I think we should tell him.”
You snapped your head up, your heart racing. “Bell, if we do that, he wouldn’t accept it. And even if he did, you know he would just watch my every move. I can-” Bellamy cut you off by placing his lips against yours.
“Yes.” He murmured against your lips, “but we can’t live like this forever.” You nodded, knowing that everything he said was true. “I love you, Y/N. And I plan to spend the rest of my life with you.” You blushed, the biggest grin coming upon your lips as you stared up at his beautiful auburn eyes. “Oh, you do do you?” You teased, smirking as yuh poked him in the stomach.
He was so sweet, and you didn’t know what you did in your past life to deserve him but you were glad you did. He made your life, boring, trapped life, exciting just by being within your presence. You nodded, “then… Maybe we should go find him?”
Bellamy’s face lit up as he tightened his grip around your waist. He picked you up with excitement and you giggled, slapping him as a sign to put you down. He complied setting you down, before grabbing a t-shirt and throwing it over his head. You let your eyes wander on his flexing muscles for a minute. He grabbed your hand, leading you out of his room. “Let me just go tell mom, and we can go.”
You nodded, following him with ease. Though your heart was beating against your chest, and there was this slight panic within you that everything would go wrong, you had a smile on your lips as you walked to the kitchen which only took two seconds.
Though the smile immediately disappeared off your face when you saw your father standing in the doorway, two guards standing behind him. Looking to the left of the door you saw Aurora, shaking as she held up her hands in surrender. You blinked, your heart suddenly beating much faster as you felt Bellamy’s grip on your hand tighten.
You let your gaze look around for a moment, trying to search for Octavia secretly hoping she was already under the floor. But froze when you heard light breathing behind you and realized she was only just out of view from your father. This was bad.
“Y/N…” Kane whispered, his voice laced with a hint of anger as he clenched his fists. Though it seemed as if he was trying to hide his anger, which confused you. Your father had never been one to hide how he was feeling.
Bellamy moved to stand slightly in front of you. You mentally thanked him, you didn’t have enough guts to face your father and secretly you were scared of him.
“Sir, we ha-” Bellamy stepped up, most likely trying to explain what you two had previously talked about. Only to be cut off when Kane held his hand up and waved his hand at you, directing you over to him. You blinked in confusion.
“Come here now, Y/N.” Kane said, his voice much calmer and collected now. You opened your mouth before he told you to come over again. “Father, no.”
“You’ve done your part now, Y/N.” Kane started, “you can stop pretending now.”
“Pretend what?” You asked, your voice laced with bewilderment. Just what was he going on about?
“You led me to them. Now come here and we can get this over with.” You felt your breath hitch in realization, did he mean to blame you? For what? You felt yourself asking as Bellamy turned to stare back at you and you felt the increasing tension in the room. “You can lead the girl out as well.” All feeling left as you stared in complete shock at your father. The guards raised there guns, and you could only stay frozen in shock as you could hear Octavia’s whimpers of fear behind you. All you could think about was how had he found out? Had you said something? No you’d never be as stupid as to let something that important slip..
Bellamy turned to you, the expression on his face unforgivable as you shook your head. “Y/N…” He started.
“You bitch!” Aurora lashed out, moving over to and raising a hand to you before one of the guards grabbed her and placed cuffs on her. You felt the world spinning as another guard came up to you and shoved you out of the way. You faintly heard Bellamy’s grunt as Octavia was roughly grabbed. She looked at you in hurt as they placed cuffs on her.
You watched all in helplessness as Bellamy was shock-lashed for trying to save his sister. You didn’t even feel your father grab your upper arm until you were dragged out of the room, Bellamy’s expression of betrayal filled your mind. “Wait!” You screamed suddenly finding your voice. Looking at Bellamy you pleaded, “Bellamy you have to believe me! I didnt do this.” You scream, trying to break free from your fathers grip.
Then, when out of view. Guards came, handcuffing you as you bellowed in fear. “Stop!” You yelled as they manhandled you. You stared in absolute shock at your father as they dragged you. “Y/N, you’re arrested for the treason of aiding the help of criminals.” Pure hatred filled you as you were dragged off.
You were meant to be killed. But somehow, somewhere someone was watching you and your day never came. You sat in the cell for days, weeks, maybe even months. Everyday an anticipation if guards would come storming in to take you to your death. Except it never did.
Then one day, guards came in and you struggled in fear as they dragged you away. You’d never felt more scared but part of you was happy, what did you have to live for. The only person who’d truly ever cared about you probably hated you for the thought that you’d betrayed him, you’d gotten Bellamy’s mother floated, his sister arrested and you never found out what happened to Bellamy.
Then you were thrown on a drop ship and sent to the ground. The ride was bumpy but you had kept to yourself, not truly caring. You’d been sent down there to die, so die you would. Part of you wondered in Octavia would be there but figured even if she was, she wouldn’t want to speak to you. Not to the person who’d gotten her arrested for being born.
You didn’t even know why you were here and not floated.
When you finally landed, you almost immediately unbuckled and stepped off. When you came to the bottom level you saw them, you saw Bellamy and Octavia standing there as they shared a hug of reunion. You felt your heart break at how beautiful but worn Bellamy had become and you immediately sunk into the ground with the rest, not wanting to be seen.
You avoided being seen as much as possible. Stayed away from the crowds and just did your part by helping around camp. Neither Octavia nor Bellamy had noticed you and you would keep it that way as long as possible.
It hurt. Seeing Bellamy everyday, one place where you two could’ve actually been free but having to hide knowing that he wouldn’t want to see your face ever again. You felt guilty for not even doing anything, but even if you tried to explain to him. Why would he listen? It was his family that got separated. Yours already had been so you had nothing to loose. Everything pointed to you except for the fact that you really loved Bellamy but who was he to believe you?
So you didn’t make yourself known.
You talked to no one and only when you had to contribute. Your tent was far away and it was almost as if you were invisible.
That was until one day you’d been out gathering herbs. You’d never talked to Clarke but she asked you to do this one favour for her seeing as the boy in the dropship, Jasper? Was in serious danger. You complied.
It was quiet and peaceful. You’d nearly forgotten about everything when you heard footsteps behind you. Scared you snapped up, turning to see if it was the grounders. Only for your breath to leave you when you saw it was Bellamy and his expression was just as shocked as yours. You took a step back in fear, not wanting to have to face him you dropped the herbs in shock.
“Y/N..?” He whispered, taking a step towards you. Oddly you saw no incline of anger or hurt, or revenge only shock and relief? But still, you backed up until your back hit a tree.
“Umm.” you stammered, looking around you for an escape root. Taking every opening as a chance you moved to run only for your arm to be grabbed by Bellamy’s and him to pull you towards him. You flinched, closing your eyes not wanting to see the look of hatred on the face of the one you loved. “I’m sorry!” You yelped out, tears building up.
You needed to get away. You were willing to live with the hatred of him if you never had to see the actual hatred. If you never had to witness the anger, you would willing live your life as a shadow.
“Y/N..” His voice gentle, you tried to calm yourself down as you opened your eyes but kept your gaze on the ground. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “But I need to go.”
A hand grabbed your chin, directing your gaze up to his. You braced yourself only to come out confused and baffled when all you saw was relief. Your heart raced as a small smile came across his features. “I thought i’d lost you. i thought they floated you…” He whispered.
Shaking your head, you felt your tense shoulders relax as you breathed heavily. “Don’t you hate me?”
He shook his head. “Y/N… i know you didn’t tell Kane.” With wide, doe eyes you looked up to him. Suddenly remembering how much you loved his much taller figure. The familiarity of his warm body so closed to yours gave you chills as you let yourself completely relax.
“A guard told me. Told me the truth. That’s why I came down. For you and for O.” He explained.
“I thought you were arrested.” You shook your head, suddenly confused. You never found out what happened to Bellamy but you had always just expected he’d been arrested.
“No, but was sent to janitor’s duty.”
Suddenly you felt yourself tear up as you crashed into him. He immediately hugged you back as he breathed in your scent. “I’m sorry.” you sobbed.
“I love you, Y/N. You never needed to be scared of me.”
Leaning back from the hug you nodded, trying to collect yourself. “I just always thought you’d stopped loving me. That you would never believe me.” Bellamy shook his head, grabbing your head inbetween his much larger hands.
“I could never stop loving you. Remember, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
wOw okay…so in Kiku’s Getting Hitched Spin-off we’re surprised in the summary with “hey we’re having a baby!” but honestly I wasn’t expecting to actually see their kids…and having them named!? 😮
So they’re non-identical, different gendered twins. The boy is named Shigure (時雨) which means rain/drizzle/shower that usually happens end of autumn & beginning winter. The girl is named Hisame (氷雨) which means icy/frozen/cold rain - I saw ice storm in some def. - or anything close to that. They both have names with rain in it 😍 .
I don’t know what to say about Shigure’s skill, makes me think of those who speak Parseltongue in HP lol. I’m not too sure how it could be useful except maybe in combat, or maybe like Disney princess who have animals “at their service” but boy I hope this skill doesn’t cast him out from other kids later on…
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“God, how are you this perfect?” You smiled and made grabby hands at Tom. He handed the plastic bag over to you and you continued to smile as you saw that the bag was filled with all your favorite snacks. Tom shrugged off his jacket and put his headphones back into the pocket. He glanced over as he heard you removing items from the bag.
“One of those Sour Patch Kids is mine, by the way.” He hopped onto the bed and turned to cuddle into your thigh. Considering you had both taken this Saturday as your lazy day – you had both spent the morning making breakfast and then lounging around drinking from your mugs – you were still in your favorite sweats. And you both were proud of the fact that neither of you had had the urge to shower yet.
Time seemed to be moving unbearably slow for Stella. Alone in the guest house, ready and waiting, she paced in front of the bed, unconsciously smoothing down the front of her dress every so often. She didn’t know what was taking so long. She could tell by the shadows in the room and the way the light hit the windows at the back of the main house that the sun had begun to set and that meant that Fish should have been here by now to collect her.
Finally, there was a series of fast raps at the door and she hurried to open it. Fish stood grinning in a white polo shirt and khaki pants, holding a small Tiffany gift bag up near his face with his other hand behind his back.
“For the bride,” Fish said, presenting the Tiffany bag to Stella. “As per instructions from the groom, read the card first.”
Stella slipped a card out from inside the bag and opened it up. The card itself was plain white with her name written in gold calligraphy across the front. Hank’s clipped and crisp handwriting was on the inside.
Synopsis: What happens when you wake up married to Steve Rogers in a Las Vegas hotel suite? Especially when you have feelings for his best friend and his best friend has feelings for you? Only time can tell.
A/N: I have been waiting forever for this part! Things are starting to get real…. I‘m posting two parts in a day on behalf of Seb’s birthday though this chapter isn’t especially kind to our dear Bucky…
“You’ve never been to Vegas!?” She asks surprised before she stands, walking to the dashboard. She punching too many buttons as she mumbles,
“Of course you haven’t. You aren’t a sinner. Well Vegas it is Steve. I’m breaking your Vegas cherry and we’re going to gamble, and watch a crappy show, and go to a strip club and ride roller coasters and pass out and wonder how the hell we got there. That’s what Vegas is all about.”
She swivels in her chair, turning toward me.
“And it’s on autopilot and we should be able to park in a hanger of a friends and be in and out. Tony will never know and you can get the first round of icky Sharon blues out of your system. This is perfect.”
She giggles as she runs toward me, jumping back in my lap. Its another side of her. Y/N wasn’t playful, as least not with anyone outside of Bucky. It was nice to see her in this light, to see her be vulnerable, carefree and fun.
“You need this Steve! We’ve been so worried about you. Oh!,” she jumps off of me, going to another dashboard and typing out a message. “Gonna tell Bucky we will be back in a jiffy. That we just need to go on a mini vacation because I asked him to wait for me but I don’t want him worrying.”