“I also picture someone throwing a shoe and hitting him square in the face.“
(Oh this is the night, it’s a beautiful night~ ♫ And we call it bella notte ♪ ) I couldn’t decide between illustration and comic so TAKE IT ALL :’D And this is the main reason why I didn’t end up with a wooden fence but someone’s balcony:
Songbird (Avengers x Reader, slight Steve Rogers x Reader)
Request: Okay. I write stuff too but I dont post them and I’m having trouble to do this; “H-how long have you been standing there?” (Reader sings and dances with headphones in bc he/she thought they were alone, until they turn around to find the team standing there and witnessing their glorious moment of singing to a wooden spoon at the top of their lungs). This scenario has been stuck in my head for a month and someone needs to do it 🙈🙏🏻 good luck! I hope to read it 😘😘
Warnings: Um, none? I mean unless you count embarrassing situations…
A/N: Hi!!! So sorry I haven’t posted in forever, and so sorry that it took me so long to do this request! I absolutely loved writing this and it was so much fun for me! I included a bit of Steve x Reader even though the request didn’t ask for it. I don’t know, I thought it just helped everything flow better. Also I threw in a bit of Kelly Clarkson in there because I was once obsessed with her and her music never fails to put me in a good mood. Requests are closed right now but if you would like to be added to my tag list, just send in an ask saying that you want to be added and you will be added! Well, anyways, I hope you enjoy it! Oh, and FYI: (Y/F/S) means ‘your favorite song.’
You thought as you woke up that morning as the warm morning sunshine warmed you up, leaving you feeling absolutely blissful in your mound of blankets. Today was your one day off in what seemed like forever. Practically being the Avengers’ babysitter- ahem, manager- took a lot out of you each and every day.
You have been in this position for what has seemed like a millennia, but in reality it has only been two years. While those two years were amazing, they were also very frustrating as you constantly babysat- managed- the whole team. From picking up a drunk Tony from a club to even going on a morning jog with Steve so he isn’t alone; your job covered pretty much every aspect of their lives.
You woke up in the morning and made each and every one of them breakfast while Nat kept busy by practically interrogating you as she tried to set you up with someone. Later on in the day, you made sure each of them went to training and ate healthy. At night, you would help them figure out their mission assignments and even hold some as they went to sleep in fear of nightmares.
Yes, your job was pretty much a glorified nanny, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Except today, you tell yourself as you sit up in bed. Today is my day.
Sighing out as you stretch, you can feel your muscles relaxing. Swinging your legs over the side of your bed, you begin to walk around your room in search of some comfy clothes. Finding the perfect pair of yoga pants, you slip them on as you grab an old band t-shirt. Figuring it will be cold, you grab Steve’s hoodie that you stole a couple of days ago. Pulling the warm material over your head, you revel in its scent and the way it engulfs your body.
Its going to be a good day, you tell yourself as you grab your phone and headphones. Plugging the earbuds in and turning on a song, you happily make your way to the kitchen as you hum along to the tune.
Smiling as you enter the kitchen, you find that it is completely empty. This just adds to the beginning of your perfect day as you realize that you can make breakfast all for yourself. As the song ends and a new one begins, you begin to pull out all of the ingredients needed for your signature pancakes. Deciding to treat yourself a bit, your grab some fruit from the fridge as well planning to make yourself a smoothie as the pancakes cook.
Soon the familiar beat of (Y/F/S) fills your ears as you begin to mix in the ingredients. Smiling to yourself, you can feel the giddiness rise within you as the song plays out.
Casting a careful glance over your shoulder, a small smile appears on your lips as you find yourself alone. Taking this as your chance, you soon begin to dance around the room, sliding on the wood floor in your fuzzy socks as you ladle batter onto the griddle.
The aroma of the pancakes cooking makes your giddiness-levels rise as you soon find yourself singing into the wooden spoon in your hand.
It is a good day.
The Avengers, one floor below your amazing rendition, sat clumped around some measly bowls of cereal.
“I miss (Y/N)’s cooking…” Tony grumbled out as he moved his spoon around in his soggy cereal.
“Yes, Lady (Y/N)’s food is amazing…” Thor reminisces as he takes a feeble bite out of his Pop-Tart. While he does love his Pop-Tarts, it is no match for your cooking.
Sighing, Steve looked over his dismal team. “Yes, I miss it too. But its her day off, she deserves it more than anyone.”
“While I agree that to be wholeheartedly true,” Sam begins as he took a bite out of his bagel. “I do miss her cooking.”
“Ach. Do all you boys just think about your stomach?” Nat questions as she looks over the group. “(Y/N) deserves a day off.”
“She does,” Wanda nods along as she agrees with Nat. The group soon fell quiet as they continued to eat their less-than sublime breakfast.
“Hey, do you guys smell that?” Clint asks, breaking the silence. The group paused as they sniffed the air, trying to distinguish what this new heavenly smell was.
“Yeah, smells like-” Bruce starts, but is soon cut off.
“(Y/N)’s pancakes,” Bucky finishes. Slowly, every pair of eyes drifted upwards to where the heavenly smell was coming from. The silence was abruptly ended by a monstrous stomach growling. The group, shocked, looked over to where Wanda was as she sheepishly held her ravenous stomach.
“You don’t think (Y/N) would mind if we just went up and had, like, one pancake, right?” Steve shyly asked as he looked up at the ceiling.
“I don’t think she would mind a bit,” Tony added.
“Nope, not one bit,” Sam finished as he held his own growling stomach.
Silence followed as the group paused and looked at each other, wondering if they were really going to do this. As a collective unit, the entire team got to their feet as they hurriedly shuffled to the elevator which would soon bring them to your wonderful cooking.
Unaware of the elevator doors opening, you continued your dramatic rendition of ‘My Life Would Suck Without You’ by Kelly Clarkson as if the love of your life was right in front of you.
Totally into the song, you hopped up onto the island counter as you continued to belt out the lyrics.
The team, completely shocked, stood there watching you. Their eyes followed your every move as you danced on that counter as if your life depended on it. They listened to you belt out the lyrics as if you were performing to thousands.
Soon, you would be as Tony grabbed his phone and pressed record. Nat, seeing the devious smile on his face, widened her eyes.
“TONY!” She shouted as she snatched the phone out of his hands. Unaware of what she just did, she continued to yell at Tony. The rest of the team stared at her with shock- and with fear- as you had just found out that you had an audience.
Eyes wide full of fear and embarrassment, you looked down at the team assembled before you, still holding the wooden spoon in your hand.
“H-how long have you been standing there?” You weakly mutter out, frozen to your spot on the counter.
“Since the beginning of the song…” Wanda mumbled out. Eyes growing even bigger, you begin to feel a rush of heat travel through your body in embarrassment.
Sensing the tense and awkward situation, Steve, your knight in shining armor, stepped in.
“Hey, um, lets all just go to the diner down the street for breakfast, okay?” Mumbles of agreement soon filled the room as the team left one-by-one to grab their jackets to trek out into the freezing weather.
Still shocked, you stayed frozen in your spot until Steve walked up to you.
“C’mon, go grab your coat,” He said as he helped you down from the counter.
Confused, you look at him. “But I made breakfast here-”
“I think your breakfast got a little burnt,” Steve says as he motions towards the black rock of batter that was once your delicious fluffy pancake. Sighing sadly, you turn off the stove top as you walked back to your room to grab your coat with Steve.
“Thanks for helping me out of that awkward situation,” You mumbled out, still mortified at what happened.
“No problem,” Steve says as he helped you into your coat. “I know how embarrassing it can be to perform to an unexpected crowd. Trust me.”
Laughing at his recollection of the glory-days filled with tights, you nodded your head. “Still, thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” Steve responds with a smile. Walking down to the van filled with the Avengers, you feel your and Steve’s arms touch slightly. “Besides, I loved your impersonation of Kelly Clarkson.”
Stopping dead in your tracks, you looked in awe at Steve. “You know Kelly Clarkson?”
Rolling his eyes playfully at your comment, he nods. “Well, yeah. I’m 96, I’m not dead.”
Laughing at his reply, you grab onto his arm. “C’mon, Gramps. Its my only day off and I’d love to eat something that isn’t burnt with my best friends.”
Shrugging off the nickname, Steve opens the van door to find the team once again bickering. “You got it, Songbird.”
why stop at the glass ceiling? break through the regular ceiling too. smash the windows, drag all the riff-raff and rabble-rousers through the broken glass, let them help you set fire to the curtains and wooden counter tops their hours of unpaid labor created. tear through the carpet and pry up the floorboards, rejoicing, reveling, and strike down anyone who tries to stop you. become an unholy terror and laugh at the thought that you once thought this Leviathan immortal. reduce the building that once held the glass ceiling, the construction of oppression and hatred and war for profit, to rubble. salt the ground on which it stood.
If you would like to / are able to use open flame in your craft, here’s a helpful hint.
Get yourself a small iron cauldron for burning loose herbs and incenses. A 3″-4″ deep specimen with legs is ideal, and they retail for between $30 and $50, depending on how intricate you want the designs and where you’re shopping Most will include a handle, and some larger models will have a lid.
Here are the two cauldrons that I own.
If you’re short on charcoal discs for your incense, save the wooden leftovers from your incense sticks.
To use them, first ready your dry herbs or loose incense blend. Place half a dozen or so leftover wooden sticks in the bottom of your cauldron and light them with a taper, long match, long-nosed lighter, or another leftover stick. Quickly and carefully pile the herbs or incense on top. The wooden sticks should burn out quickly, leaving the contents of the cauldron to smoulder.
Fair Warning - This produces a LOT of smoke, so make sure the area you’re working in is well-ventilated.
Safety First - Always make sure your cauldron is away from flammable objects and don’t
ever leave a cauldron without extinguishing ALL the embers. (The lidded
models are especially useful for this.) Keep a cup of water handy in
case of accidents.
Imagine being Chib’s daughter and having a baby with Juice
You were sitting on the wooden table top of the picnic table, the baby carrier sat on the section of bench between your feet as the 7 month old baby boy slept peacefully, as you waited anxiously for his father to be back in your arms.
“Baby, are you here?” He called through the house as you held the papers Tara had just given you no less then two hours ago. They read as follows…
Pregnancy blood test results- positive
Come in monthly for check ups and begin a prenatal vitamin supplement.
Estimation of fetus development- two and a half months.
Attached to the paper was a black and white photograph of your baby… The baby you had and were still making with one Mr. Ortiz
"Babe, there you are.“ His smile lit up the room as you lifted your head from the ultrasound and smiled at him.
"Hey, you’re home early."
"Listen I gotta tell ya something.” He knelt in front of you and placed his tan hands on both knees, “I gotta tell ya something too."
"Ok you go first.” Juice always did this, he would always want to hear about your day, or your news first, and he would listen to every word, and then you would do the same to him.
“I’m pregnant.” You whispered and turned the ultrasound to him, and watched as his normally tan face became pale.
“What’s wrong Babe?” You asked as his eyes grew and he looked at you, “I’m going to Stockton, along with half the club."
"Aunt [Y/N]!” Abel shouted as he bolted from the car as his mother collected Thomas, who was the same age as your son.
“Shhhh Abel, Jensen is asleep still.” You responded as the small toddler went on his tip toes to peer into the baby carrier at the little sleeping boy who wore a tattoo sleeved motorcycle onesie and the charter’s baby hat that Gemma had specially made for all the redwood original babies.
“Sorry.” He mumbled out as he pulled himself onto the bench and then on to your lap.
“It’s ok, are you excited for Daddy to be home?"
"Yessssss.” He exclaimed with a giggle as Tara set Thomas on the bench next to your foot and son.
“Hey mama.” You said, trying to imitate Gemma the best you could.
“What are you now Gemma?” She asked with a smile as the queen herself pulled in.
“I sure as hell hope not, and if I ever do I want you to put two in my head okay?”
She chuckled softly as she sat next to you on the table and slung an arm around your shoulder, “Honey, you are never gonna be that type of old lady, now if I become like her, then I want you to put two to the back of the head, agreed?"
"Agreed.” You whispered as the queen’s heels clucked against the pavement.
“You’re what?” You asked, your smile fading as his words sunk in.
“I’m sorry baby. It is club business, but I want you at the club house when all the shit goes down."
"How long?” You asked as he reached up and brushed a piece of hair behind your ear.
“Jax said the deal he signed was for 14 months. I’m going to get out baby, and then the three of us will be a family."
"Jax will be back with the bitch soon, we gotta go. I parked my bike in the garage already, when we get out someone will come by with the van to load it up okay?"
"Yea.” You said as he took your hand and headed towards disaster.
“You ratted?” He asked Jax as you all stood there in shock, the whole team was there, transporting van, cop cars, the ATF bitch and her two guards, and the whole club.
“I’m sorry brother. I had no choice.” Jax yelled as he made eye contact with you, causing you to run at him and hug him before anyone could move.
“You keep him safe you hear me?” You whispered as you felt a pair of hands grab your forearm.
“Yea [Y/N]” He whispered back as Dirty Phil pulled you back, causing you to attach to Juice’s side.
"Oh Jax, you had a choice, you just made the right one. Unfortunately for you though you also just labeled yourself as a rat. Cuff him.“ The bitch ordered, "and everyone else on the warrant."
Juice pulled you closer, knowing his name was on that paper and kissed your temple.
"I love you, both of you. I’ll call once I get the chance.” He whispered as your eyes welled with tears.
“I love you too.” You muttered out right before the police ripped him away and throw him against the car, and patted him down.
Afterwards you sat at the bar, a cold glass of water sat in front of you as you thought of the next year. And then Chucky looked at you and started to hand you the phone, “It’s Chibs."
"Hey Pops.” You said as you wiped your cheeks.
“They’re dead, Jimmy and Stahl. Are they…"
"Yea, I’ll have Chucky call…"
"Nah lass we will, it will be alright though. No need to worry about Juicy Boy."
"Daddy… I’m pregnant.” You whispered into the silence of the phone.
“Has he seen Jensen yet?” Tara asked as the crowd slowly grew.
“No, he told me that Stockton was no place to be bringing a baby, and that he would see him once he was out."
"So this is a big day for three reasons.” Tara smiled as Lyla walked towards you, leaving Ellie, Kenny, and Piper to mingle with one another.
“How are you two?” Lyla asked, she knew you and Tara had a ounce of jealousy towards the blonde bombshell, for she had her man for the last 14 months, even though he was with the others when they got caught, and she was getting married.
“Good.” You and Tara answered in unison as Lyla sat on the table on the other side of you and looked at the small boys in both your’s and Tara’s arms.
“I wish I could have a baby that small again, I give you both a lot of credit, I know how tough it is being a single mom these days."
"Well Lyla you could have a baby too if you didn’t…” Tara started, you knew the direction she was trying to go.
“Well Lyla thankfully we had a lot of help from each other, the club and you. I don’t think I could ever thank any of you enough.” You interjected, as she smiled at you, thankful that you stopped Tara.
“Honey just you accepting my maid of Honor request is thanks enough.” She said as she held her hands out, triggering you to place your son in them, as his godmother stared at her.
"Do you mind if I walk around with him?“ Lyla asked
"No, I am sure he will love it, but when the boys get back, I’ll need him back.” You smiled as she walked towards her own children, no doubt to let them all spoil Jensen.
“I know you don’t like her much Tara, but she is becoming a part of this family."
"I bet the marriage won’t even last that long, I give it a month before she cheats on Ope."
"I was hoping for three.” You laughed as Thomas smiled at you.
As he smiled you heard the rumble, to others it could be mistaken for thunder rolls, but not you, or anyone else at this club house right now, those were motorcycles of all different kinds. Each belonging to a different member of the Redwood Original charter of SAMCRO. You stood on the bench and watched as each black beauty entered the lot, greeted by the cheers of the crowd.
One bike caught your eye though, it was near the back of the group. Before you could even think you leapt down onto the concrete floor and dashed towards the party, searching for the man who caught your eye.
When you finally saw him in the developing crowd of crow eaters, old ladies, friends, family and members, you went running and collided into his chest. His arms immediately wrapped around you and placed a kiss on your hair. The scent you missed so much overwhelmed your nose; leather and generic manly body wash scent. You lifted your head and looked at his face, his eyes were covered by his sunglasses but you knew they were shining, a huge smile spread across his face as you smiled back.
“I missed you.” You whispered into his kutte.
“I missed you too babe. I missed my son too."
And then it registered, Lyla still had Jensen, you turned to see that she was hugging Opie, no baby in hand, your head whipped towards Tara or Gemma but neither had him either, you were about to race to Lyla and ask who had him, but then you saw your father, who was pointing at you both.
"Aye laddy, there is your father.” His Scottish voice said to the small child, who looked so much like his father.
“Now I can only imagine that you are excited to met him, so here he is.” Your father came closer and handed Jensen to him.
“Look Jensen it is Daddy.” You cooed as Juice took Jensen , a tear running down his face as he held his son for the first time.
“Hey Jensen.” He whispered as held him close, you were now standing with your father, whose arm was thrown over your shoulder, “I think he will make a fine father.” Chibs whispered to you as you smiled at the sight before you.
“Yea. I think he will, if not he has a kick ass motorcycle club who can teach him the ropes.” You joked as Chibs smiled also.
“And kick Juicy boys ass if need be."
"I think he will do fine daddy.” Your father pulled you a bit closer as Tig came over to ya, “There’s my favorite old lady!"
"Uncle Tiggy!” You cheered as you embraced the man with the crazy blue eyes and curls, “Didn’t bring some butt buddy back from Stockton I see."
"Now girly, you know I am not the kind of man to make some one think we are more then sex.” Tig smiled as you laughed.
“That doesn’t explain though why you have one ex wife and two crazy kiddos.” You smiled, knowing that behind his glasses he was rolling his eyes.
“So where is my godkid? Figured you or Juicy would have him."
"Juice has got him, he…” When you turned though Juice was no where to be seen, “not again.” You muttered as you looked at your father, hoping he saw the duo leave.
“Jensen started to fuss, he is inside now I think, or at the table.” Chibs smiled as you huffed.
“Jesus I am being an awful mother today.” You exclaimed as you started towards the bar, leaving Chibs and Tig to talk.
Sure enough Juice was seated at the bar, you leaned against the beam and watched as Juice spoke to him as Jensen tried to hold his own bottle.
“Listen Jensen, I know I have been gone a few months, and that I left mommy all alone to take care of you. But I promise, I am not going to go anywhere, for the next 18 years I am all yours, for you and Mommy and my club are my number ones and nothing will make me leave you again little man. I love you both so much, and one day I will maybe ask mommy to marry me, but for now I will just focus on you, and being a better daddy then mine was."
"So this is where you took our son?” You pushed off of the beam and walked behind the bar and stood across from him and your son.
“Yea, he was fussing a bit so I figured I would try feeding him."
"Well I must say this kid can eat. Got his father’s appetite, or Bobby’s."
"He is pretty perfect babe.” He said as the bottle emptied and was taken away from Jensen.
“I am shocked he hasn’t cried yet just because you are holding him. Normally he wails if anyone new goes near him."
"Maybe that was why he was fussing, because of the…"
"Oh no he would be like loudly sobbing if it was that. He was probably hungry, he ate before I left the house like two hours ago."
"Really?” He exclaimed as you chuckled
“I’m telling ya the kid can eat."
"So I was thinking.” Juice said after a few minutes of silence, “that we head home, get some family time in before we have to go to a wedding."
"I like the way you think, I got your gifts too, they are at home for ‘em."
"I really did miss you, and your awesomeness.” Juice smiled as he slipped out of the stool and carefully carried Jensen to the car seat, which was still on the bench.
Before getting in the car your arms wrapped around Juice again, who returned the action.
“I love you.” He said as you looked at him, his sunglasses back over his eyes, he leaned down a bit and kissed you for the first time in months. It was a tender kiss, but even in it’s tenderness showed just how much he needed you.
You lived in Mystic Falls, and you loved getting into mischief, so there is no doubt that you would be in this position sooner or later with all of the supernatural things going on. You had agreed to Damon asking you to help out in one of their amazing plans to save the wonderful Elena and now you are laying on the floor of the Grill with piles of heavy wooden beams lying on top of you, slowly crushing you. By now everyone was probably back at the boarding house fawning over safe Elena while they forgot about you. But still, you yelled for help, soon giving up and accepting your fate of death.
Within seconds you heard something, or someone. “Hello? Who’s there?” you managed to shake out.
“(Y/n)? Is that you?” you heard someone say, and the someone sounded a lot like Katherine. You had only met her twice, both times her trying to kill someone close to you.
“Katherine? What the hell are you doing here? Please, just kill me now, I’m in enough pain and I’m sure you would love to kill me.” you coughed and immediately tasted blood, you hoped that Katherine would kill you so you didn’t have to suffer any longer.
“You’re hurt.” Katherine said as she stepped into your view of sight. She evaluated your situation and then started pulling the beams off of your small, crushed body. As soon as all of the weight was lifted off of you Katherine bit into her wrist and let her warm blood trickle down your throat.
“Why would I want to kill you?” Katherine asked. You could feel your body healing itself.
“Why wouldn’t you? What are you doing here anyways, in Mystic Falls?” you sat up and leaned against a pile of rubbish.
“I like to check up on you, make sure you’re okay, see if you need any help. Apparanty today you did need my help.” She smiled.
“You’re supposed to be the enemy, why are you helping me? Why do you check up on me?” you were beyond confused.
Imagine Severus tutoring you for your O.W.Ls and you being super lost and stressed.
“Son of a Bitch!” you cursed that threw your quill down, splattering ink on the wooden table top, “This is Hopeless! There’s no way I can memorize all this in one night.”
“Just calm down” Severus, your tutor and companion of five years soothed for possibly the tenth time that evening even though he seemed to be running low on patience himself. “Okay, new tactic.” he sighed, “why don’t you tell me exactly where you started to feel lost?”
You looked up, a palm on either one of your temples and blew out of your lips like a horse. “It all started the day I was born…” He growled and smacked the top of your head with a rolled up piece of parchment.
“I’m being serious. Come on you have exactly 15 hours to study, your grades are shoddy at best and you need to pass now…” He thrust a book titled Advanced Potion in front of you and opened it up to the first page.
“Just point to were it stop making sense, okay? We’ll work our way from there“
You took a breath and nodded, flipping through pages and chapters before flipping back and pointing at the top of a page, “right here.”
Severus squinted and flipped the book around to read the heading.
“Chapter One…” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before slowly letting it out and brushing his black hair back from his face, which was stony and cold as he momentarily contemplated just letting you drown in your grade before nodded.
“Okay… I guess It’s a start.” You smiled and little, “really? So you don’t think I’m a lost cause?” He shook his head, “No not Lost, irresponsible and foolish for putting this off yes, but not a lost cause.”
He sighed, The library was nearly empty. “Okay, let’s start over…”
Flexible furniture might be one of the best inventions for urban dwellers who are strapped for sufficient living space. If, on top of being an urban dweller, you are also a bookworm and need a bookshelf that will accommodate your growing collection of books look no further than Chuck flexible wooden bookshelf designed by a German designer Natascha Harra-Frischkorn of Hafriko.
In summer, people love to be on the banks of the Kamogawa River, enjoying the cool, fresh air and the company of others. Restaurants put up wooden decks on top of a small canal, where people eat and drink deep into the night in the glow of lanterns.
request: please write a fluff yoonmin if you’re not busy , thank you ^.^
“Jimin, I’m home,” Yoongi called, stepping into the apartment and kicking the door shut behind him. He lifted the heavy plastic bags onto the kitchen island, dropping his keys onto the wooden counter-top. Digging through the bags, he pulled out the small pack of medicine he had remembered to pick up from the pharmacy on his way back home.
Jimin had called him during his trip to the store, his voice strained and his words slurred. “I’m really sick, hyung,” Jimin had whined, and Yoongi pouted at his little sniffle, promising to pick up some medicine and some soft foods. Jimin rarely got sick, but when he did, he was really sick, so he hurried up his shopping to get home as soon as possible.
After a moment, Yoongi realized that rather than getting a response, he was met with a stony silence. His heart lurched - Jimin must be feeling terribly ill if he fell asleep that fast. Leaving the bags where they were, Yoongi padded into the hallway, making his way to the bedroom. He began to push on the door when he heard thick breathing coming from the bathroom. Prying the bathroom door open gentle, his heart sank when his eyes fell on Jimin’s small frame, leaning against the bathtub and holding his head in his hands.
In an instant, Yoongi was beside Jimin, rubbing his back gently. “How many times have you thrown up?” he breathed, his eyes tracing over his boyfriend with worry.
“Three,” Jimin croaked, his voice hoarse. He cracked a strained smile. “I’m too scared to leave the bathroom.”
Yoongi nodded, bringing up the box in his hand and opening it quickly. “I bought medicine,” he said softly, inspecting the bottle. “It said take three teaspoons every six hours.” As soon as he said it, he knew what Jimin’s reaction would be.
“No, I can’t, Yoongi please,” Jimin whined. “I can’t take liquid, you know how sick it makes me.”
“Yes, but I also know how much you hate being sick,” Yoongi murmured, his fingers brushing Jimin’s soft hair out of his sweat-trimmed brow. “Plus I don’t like seeing you feeling this shitty. It makes me feel useless.”
Jimin let out a long groan, nodding his head begrudgingly. “I hate this,” Jimin grumbled, watching Yoongi as he measured the red liquid in the measuring cup. He took it from Yoongi, staring at it morosely. “Bottoms up,” he mumbled, tipping the cup back and downing the liquid in one go. He coughed, his expressing twisting in disgust as he leaned against Yoongi, sputtering at the taste. “That stuff sucks so bad.”
“I know, but you’ve gotta take it.”
“It doesn’t mean I have to like it,” he grumbled, moving onto his back and putting his head in Yoongi’s lap.
A small breath escaped Yoongi’s lips as he ran his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair, tracing circles on his temple with his thumb. “I don’t like it when you’re sick,” Yoongi said after a moment. “It’s weird seeing you so slowed down, I’m used to you being all over the place.”
“Are you saying I’m too hyper?”
“No, you’re just hyper enough,” Yoongi said with a smile. “You’re my little dose of sunshine.” His words made Jimin grin, and even if it was small, it was enough to make Yoongi’s heart flutter - that smile always made him weak. “There’s that smile I missed,” Yoongi breathed lovingly, leaning down to peck a kiss on Jimin’s forehead. “Never let that smile disappear, I don’t think I could live without it.”
Fireworks, Music and Puppets in Flames: Welcome to Las Fallas
To see more of Juan Carlos’ photography, follow @jcarumu on Instagram. Discover inspiring moments from the festival in Valencia, Spain, by exploring #Fallas2016.
(This interview was conducted in Spanish.)
Giant wooden puppets, over-the-top gowns and a deafening storm of fire and gunpowder: welcome to Fallas, one of the biggest festivals in Spain, taking place this week in the Mediterranean city of Valencia. “There is smoke all over the streets from the fireworks,” Valencian student and Fallas lover Juan Carlos Ruiz (@jcarumu) says. “Thousands dance to the music of bands playing in every corner and stop at the traditional food stalls offering paella and churros con chocolate, a must during Fallas.” Local artisans spend months building the satiric ninots, puppets made of wood and papier-mâché that rise up to 98 feet (30 meters) tall. They will end up in flames during the night of La Cremà (which translates as “the burning”) to pay homage to the fire while welcoming the spring. “This is my favorite moment. It’s such a magical night,” Juan Carlos says. “The city is covered by the light of fireworks and flames.” #Fallas2016
Prompto hadn’t been coming to the castle for long when he started seeing the Glaives, and especially Titus, around the halls. It wasn’t often that he got to visit since the Prince was had his own apartment, so unless he was in the middle of training, the blonde had no reason to be there. Yet…. Yet he had been looking for reasons more and more lately. He had never thought he’d end up here.
He had been pulled aside by Titus this visit, pulled into a separate room that he hadn’t even known was there - and was informed that it was in fact one of the glaive’s special rooms - before he was ceremoniously undressed. He had thought maybe he was getting toyed with, and oh he was, but not in the way that he had thought.
Here he was, his chest pressed against the wooden top of the desk, his hands gripping tightly onto the side, thanks to the orders to not touch unless you want me to stop. There was no way Prompto wanted the dick roughly fucking him open, hands gripping tightly onto his hips bruisingly as he kept pushing him farther and father onto the desk. He could feel the edge of the wood pressing against his hips, the tip of his dick brushing against the bottom of the desk with each thrust.
The lips that were being pressed against his shoulder, followed by hard bites, hard enough to break skin and bruise him several times over, had him calling out, his head tilting back as he let out pants of air between each sound. “F-fuck!” Prompto heard the dark chuckle behind him and knew that the end was close. The sudden feel of fingers moving to curl around his dick tightly, abandoning his hips, as he felt Titus push in even farther, feeling him all but seat himself inside of him? That was all it took
Although the Blonde could have done without being empty as soon as Titus had come inside of him, feeling his release dripping down his thighs as the commander pulled up his pants and start to leave the room. “Until next time, Kid.”