In time things will fall right in place

The Signs As Beautiful Foreign Words Associated with Love

Aries: Meraki- Greek // doing something with soul, creativity, or love

Taurus: Onsra- Boro Language of India // loving for the last time; that bittersweet feeling you get when you know a love won’t last

Gemini: L’esprit de escalier- French // the inescapable feeling you get when you leave a conversation then think about all the things you should have said

Cancer: Yuanfen- Chinese // a relationship by fate or destiny

Leo: Saudade- Portuguese // the feeling of intense longing for a person or place you love but is now lost; a haunting desire for what is gone

Virgo: Kilig- Tagalog // the heady-sublime rush you experience right after something good happens, particularly in love/dating. Like running into your crush, kissing someone for the first time, hearing someone you love tell you they love you too for the first time

Libra: Forelsket- Norwegian // that overwhelming euphoric feeling you experience when you’re falling in love

Scorpio: Ya’aburnee- Arabic // this phrase translates to “you bury me” ; the hope that the person you love will outlive you so you can spare the pain of living without them

Sagittarius: Mamihlapinatei- Yagan // a wordless, yet meaningful look between two people who both desire to initiate something, but both are too scared to initiate themselves

Capricorn: La douleur exquise- French // the heartbreaking pain of wanting someone you can’t have.

Aquarius: Kara sevda- Turkish // meaning “black love” this is a lovesick term for when you feel that passionate, blinding love for another person

Pisces: Koi No Yokan- Japanese // the sudden knowledge upon meeting someone that the two of you are destined to fall in love

Doesn’t it amaze you how two people can fall in love? That on a planet with 7 billion people, two people were at the right place at the right time, said the right words, took some chances, made the time, laughed at the same joke… and somehow, all these things added up to create just one thing, a four-letter word: love.
—  Yara

It was with a warm hand on Castiel’s shoulder that Chuck watched his son die for the first time. Watched as the archangel shredded Cas under the weight and pull of angelic power. It was messy. It was callous.

Chuck wiped his blood-covered hands on his jeans, feeling the way the slick met rough—what was left of his son smeared on the denim.

Dean had come and gone and Chuck was left, sitting in the red-painted house, knowing that somewhere, his firstborn son was breaking free. Going to end the world.

Chuck sighed, grabbing a bottle of liquor from the counter and taking a deep swig. He could still see the glow in Castiel’s eyes. Not from grace, but from something perhaps more pure. Like a memory of the light once used to create the earth and all the creatures that inhabited it. The light that Chuck had given his creations straight from his own fingertips.

Cas, you beautiful idiot, he had thought as the room shook and he watched his son hold his ground, his last breaths rooted in a pearl of hope for the Earth. Hope placed in the small hands of two forgettable hunters fighting against the rising powers of hell.

The brave sacrifice of the brown-haired, blue eyed angel who died to save the world would likely never be told, but still, Chuck couldn’t help but think that it was the stuff that stories were made of.

It was quiet now, in the kitchen with the reminder of Cas, the man who’d ripped up the pages of destiny and spat in the face of fate. The man who’d scoured the earth in search for God with nothing but a second-hand pendant and a desire to protect.

Chuck closed his eyes, tightly. A desire to protect, he thought, his mind drifting back to the sense of wonder he’d felt when he’d first created his angels.

He sat down and poured a little drink on the floor in tribute before squeezing the bottle between his knees. And he tried not to remember that he had the power to protect, too. To protect the world from the impending apocalypse. To protect Castiel.

He didn’t. He wouldn’t. It was a promise he’d made a long time ago when, in an effort to “save,” he’d purged the earth with water. What surprised him, however, was how men continued to preach in his name, building philosophies and stamping them with heaven’s seal without care to God’s sanctions.

“Maybe my children make better Gods than me,” Chuck considered, finding himself again drawn to the two young brothers that, even now, were facing Michael and Lucifer when even their own God couldn’t.Dean and Sam were better men than their father, Chuck thought, and Cas was a better man than me.

Chuck stared at the way the room wore bits of Cas and wondered at the feelings of sentiment he felt. True, Chuck knew all of his angels, but he couldn’t find it in himself to understand why he felt the world was smaller now in the space since he’d watched Castiel die. After all, it was simply the natural order of things. He created angels like shooting stars: fiery, fierce and beautiful. And, like the meteoroids plowing through the sky, Cas had come too close to the earth, burning up inside the atmosphere.

Once, Chuck had commanded the angels to love the humans. The angels had become volatile, hardened creatures, made for duty with no one to serve. Statues of rigid perfection.

Chuck looked down at his own hands, letting his mind wander through the intricate designs of the human vessel he’d created for himself. Human flesh was so different than the fierce ether of an angel. He’d created them with the heads of beasts and great spanning wings. They were formidable, truly, they were. And yet, Chuck knew, even then, when he’d first birthed them, that humans were his most beautiful creation. They were breakable, small, and beautifully flawed. And, he’d known then, too, that he’d created mankind to save them all. To save the angels. To save himself.

It was his own last beacon of hope, that perhaps they could all become something more than the patterns of war and violence that had emanated from him and poured into his creations.

Chuck smiled as he looked at the Supernatural books, knowing he had found it. His broken children who had become more than their God, willing to die for the sake of the planet.

They had transcended him. He always knew they would. But, what had surprised him was the angel in the dirty trench coat and blue eyes, falling away from heaven’s glory for one man. One human. An angel that had such faith in and love for humanity that he’d given up everything.

Chuck bowed his head to his chest. He wouldn’t, he couldn’t get involved. And yet, he could still hear Castiel’s prayers in the back of his head—months of the angel’s voice crying for an absent God to step in and save his children.

And Chuck knew what he had to do. Though it wasn’t much in the grand scheme of things—a small gesture, really. But significant nonetheless.

Slowly, he leaned down to the floor, touching a spot of red with his finger. He watched as the bits of Cas responded, finding their way back to the whole. It was a fascinating process, to see the parts of Cas’s vessel come together, gathering, binding, creating arms, legs, a face. Until, suddenly, he was staring at the calm features of Cas’s body, laying down with his eyes closed, as if he could be asleep.

Then, with a breath, Chuck pulled light from the skies, infusing grace and soul and power to recreate Castiel’s true form, creating a sacred space inside the simple kitchen of Chuck’s home. It felt wrong, in a way, to bring so much of his God self back to the place where he had gone to leave it all behind. And yet, it also felt right. To put something back together again after such a long time of watching things fall apart.

And, finally, it was done as he gingerly placed Castiel back inside the man laying on the ground. He watched as the vessel’s chest hitched with the first breath of life, and smiled when he looked at the body he’d created just for Cas. For the angel who wanted so badly to love humans. In a way, now he could be one. He thought Cas would like that he’d made him look like Jimmy. That maybe he’d find it easier if he could look in the mirror and see the man whose face had first chosen to be so autonomous and free from heaven.

Cas’s eyes were still closed, and Chuck knew he couldn’t let him wake up here. He couldn’t face his son. Not now. Still, he was surprised to find himself kneeling on the floor of the kitchen, running his hands through the soft parts of Castiel’s hair, his thoughts, surprisingly far away from the ending of the rest of the world. Instead, he placed a kiss on top of Cas’s head, sending him to a beautiful forest, by a stream to wake up.

And then the kitchen was empty again, the clock on the wall ticking loudly, and the stain from the spilled alcohol shining on the floor.

Chuck contemplated what he’d done. Wondered at his own need to break every rule that had bound him for centuries and heal one lowly angel when he’d let hundreds of others die.

But, he thought he already knew the answer. Where Chuck had made humans in a deliberate effort at salvation, one lowly angel had been a surprise. A miracle. And, as Chuck sat back in his chair, he smiled as he admitted it to himself: it turned out that maybe it wasn’t just the humans that were there to save. It turned out that maybe, just maybe, a forgettable, self-sacrificing angel with blue eyes and too much heart could be the one to redeem them all.

Batfam cleaning headcanons
  • Dick once accidentally sucked up Tim’s iPad charger with the vacuum. 
  • Damian once intentionally attacked Tim with the vacuum. They ended up having to cut his hair just to set him loose and Tim was not happy.
  • When told to clean his room, Jason would, without fail, stuff everything into the closet and drawers… only to be busted by Alfred. 
  • Cass tends to do the same thing at her place, but more because she genuinely thinks she’s cleaning? Alfred is appalled when he opens a closet door and Literally Everything pours out.
  • Damian and Tim once had a “Windex fight”. 
  • Dick is really bad for not pointing the nozzle in the right direction when dusting or cleaning, and has sprayed himself in the eye many, many times. 
  • Jason once mopped the kitchen and forgot to tell anyone… so Bruce came back from patrol and slipped, falling face-down on the floor. When confronted, Jason shrugged and said that if Bruce had let him go on patrol “this wouldn’t have been a problem”. 
  • There is an ongoing competition to see who can scare Damian while he’s cleaning and wearing his headphones the most. Dick is currently winning with 7 confirmed scares. 
  • Eight-year-old Dick being made to do the occasional chore (at the behest of Bruce, “to teach him the values of diligence and hard work”) and singing “It’s The Hard-knock Life” from Annie just to piss of Alfred and Bruce. It works. 
  • Dick fell out of a window once when he was cleaning one of the top floor windows. Tried to do it again because he claimed it was “good practice”. 
  • Steph is forbidden from cleaning or touching anything in Wayne Manor after breaking a rare, antique vase that cost $1.2 million. She’s allowed to sit on the couch though.
  • Babs definitely stress cleans. Like, everything in sight. Don’t leave your stuff out when Babs gets really stressed because she will probably throw it away.
  • Dick dances and sings while he cleans, which means it takes him much longer and gets on everyone’s nerves because it’s usually cheesy pop or 80′s tunes. 
  • Bruce once took it upon himself to clean his own shower and Alfred found him laying on the bathroom floor, barely conscious, a strong fume permeating the room:
  • Alfred: *coughing through the fumes* Master Bruce! What on earth is— is that fear toxin?! Laughing gas? 
  • Bruce: No… *weakly points to a spray container* I used too much… Cillit Bang…. 
  • Alfred: *slowly stands and leaves the room without another word*
Death of a Bachelor starters

VICTORIOUS.

‘ tonight we are victorious. ’
‘ all my friends were glorious. ’
‘ let me be your killer king. ’
‘ it hurts until it stops. ’
‘ my touch is black and poisonous. ’
‘ I know you need it. do you feel it ? ’
‘ drink the water, drink the wine. ’
‘ we gotta turn up the crazy. ’
‘ I’m like a scarf trick, it’s all up the sleeve. ’
‘ I taste like magic. ’
‘ Throw the bait, catch the shark, bleed the water red. ’
‘ 50 words for murder and I’m every one of them. ’

DON’T THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME.

‘ it’s a hell of a feeling, though. ’
‘ who are these people ? ’
‘ I just woke up in my underwear. ’
‘ I should probably introduce myself. ’
‘ there’s no such thing as getting out of hand. ’
‘ memories tend to just pop up. ’
‘ don’t think I’ll ever get enough. ’
‘ champagne, cocaine, gasoline– and most things in between. ’
‘ I roam the city in a shopping cart. ’
‘ this night is heating up. ’
‘ raise hell and turn it up. ’
‘ If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe. ’
‘ don’t threaten me with a good time. ’
‘ what are these footprints? they don’t look very human-like. ’
‘ Now I wish that I could find my clothes. ’
‘ I wanna wake up, can’t even tell if this is a dream. ’
‘ how did we end up in my neighbor’s pool ? ’

HALLELUJAH.

‘ A moment you’ll never remember, and a night you’ll never forget. ’
‘ Show praise with your body. ’
‘ Say your prayers. ’
‘ My life started the day I got caught. ’
‘ the time for being sad is  over. ’
‘ you miss them like you miss no other. ’
‘ being blue is better than being over it. ’
‘ I was drunk and it didn’t mean a thing. ’
‘ I love the things you hate about yourself. ’
‘ just finished a daydream. ’
‘ no one wants you when you have no heart. ’
‘ I’m sitting pretty in my brand new scars. ’
‘ You’ll never know if you don’t ever try again, so let’s try. ’

EMPEROR’S NEW CLOTHES.

‘ finders keepers, losers weepers. ’
‘ welcome to the end of eras. ’
‘ dress me up and watch me die. ’
‘ if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine. ’
‘ you just might see a ghost tonight. ’
‘ And if you don’t know, now you know. ’
‘ I’m taking back the crown. ’
‘ I’m all dressed up and naked. ’
‘ I see what’s mine and take it. ’
‘ so close, I can taste it. ’
‘ I’m so much more than royal. ’
‘ Heroes always get remembered, but you know legends never die. ’
‘ welcome to my world of fun. ’

DEATH OF A BACHELOR.

‘ do I look lonely ? ’
‘ people have told me I don’t look the same. ’
‘ maybe I lost weight. ’
‘ I’m playing hooky with the best of the best. ’
‘ I’m walking the long road, watching the sky fall. ’
‘ how could I ask for more ? ’
‘ a lifetime of laughter and the expense of the death of a bachelor. ’
‘ it feels like my heart is going to burst. ’
‘ and when you think of me am I the best you’ve ever had ? ’
‘ share one more drink with me, smile even though you’re sad. ’

CRAZY=GENIUS.

‘ you can set yourself on fire. ’
‘ you dance on a tightrope of weird. ’
‘ but when I wake up you’re so normal that you just disappear. ’
‘ there’s no residue of a torturer inside of your eyes. ’
‘ then I’m a fucking arsonist. ’
‘ I’m a rocket scientist. ’
‘ you can set yourself on fire, but you’re never gonna burn. ’
‘ you’re never gonna learn. ’
‘ Darlin’, you know how the wine plays tricks on my tongue. ’
‘ other boys you may have dated serrated your heart with a slice. ’
‘ the cut of your love never hurts. ’

LA DEVOTEE.

‘ you got two black eyes from loving too hard. ’
‘ I wouldn’t change you. ’
‘ I wouldn’t ever try to make you leave. ’
‘ just another LA devotee. ’
‘ I couldn’t change you. ’
‘ I couldn’t ever make you see. ’

GOLDEN DAYS.

‘ I found a pile of Polaroids in the crates of a record shop. ’
‘ boy, he was something debonair in 1979. ’
‘ and she had Farrah Fawcett hair. ’
‘ don’t you wonder when the light begins to fade ? ’
‘ all the memories that we make will never change. ’
‘ time can never break your heart, but it’ll take the pain away. ’
‘ Right now our future’s certain. ’
‘ I won’t let it fade away. ’

THE GOOD THE BAD AND THE DIRTY.

‘ truth is that it was always going to end. ’
‘ if you wanna start a fight, you better throw the first punch. make it a good one. ’
‘ And if you wanna make it through the night, you better say my name like the good, the bad and the dirty. ’
‘ I know what it’s like to have to trade the ones that you love for the ones you hate. ’
‘ don’t think I’ve ever used a day of my education. ’
‘ there’s only two ways that these things can go. ’
‘ how was I to know that all your friends won’t hold any grudges ? ’
‘ I got the final judgement. ’
‘ you’ve been gone so long, I forgot what you feel like. ’
‘ but I’m not gonna think about that right now. ’
‘ all our friends want us to fall in love. ’

HOUSE OF MEMORIES.

‘ the lonely moments just get lonelier, the longer you’re in love. ’
‘ I don’t want to be afraid. ’
‘ baby, we built this house on memories. ’
‘ promise me a place in your house of memories. ’
‘ I think of you from time to time, more than I thought I would. ’
‘ you were just too kind. ’
‘ I was too young to know. ’
‘ that’s all that really matters. ’
‘ I was a fool. ’
‘ those thoughts of past lovers, they’ll always haunt me. ’
‘ I wish I could believe you’d never wrong me. ’
‘ will you remember me in the same way as I remember you ? ’

IMPOSSIBLE YEAR.

‘ there’s no sunshine. ’
‘ all the guests at the party, they’re so insincere. ’
‘ these nightmares always hang on past the dream. ’

anonymous asked:

Hi! I love your blog so much! If it's not too much trouble, could I request RFA (+ Saeran if possible?) after the RFA party? I'm dying for fluff ;0;

Hope this helps your fluff craving~ Enjoy! 


Zen:

  • He wanted to take you away from the press and reporters
  • So, Zen takes you downtown to a secluded cafe
  • But instead of sitting down to drink the coffee, he takes you around the little town
  • You two walk into little shops and see all the items
  • He takes you to a bridge nearby to see the cityscape
  • You two spend most of the time talking and right before you’re about to leave, he pulls out on of those locks
  • You write both of your name in sharpies and attach it to the bridge
  • He brings you back to his place and you order some take out
  • You’re really tired so you crash on the couch
  • He slides next to you and buries his face in your shoulder
  • You’re running your fingers through his hair and next thing you know, you had both fallen asleep
  • You almost missed the food delivery
  • Despite being exhausted, you two talk late into the night until you fall asleep on the couch again
  • He just carries you gently into the guest room before returning to his own

Yoosung:

  • He wasn’t exactly supposed to be at the party for that long
  • So, once it was over, you and the rest of the members forced him to go back to the hospital to finish his treatment
  • He only has to stay until evening
  • You decided to stay with him the rest of the day
  • He doesn’t have any video games, so you go down to the gift shop and get a pack of cards and a few boardgames
  • You’re mostly talking while playing, and it’s really nice
  • He keeps commenting on all your little habits and quirks, since this is the first day he’s actually seen you
  • When he’s finally discharged, you drive him home and he invites you inside for some coffee
  • Even though you insist he needs rest, you eventually give in
  • As soon as you walk in, it smells like lemon cleaner and vanilla candles, which is so like him
  • He shows you around his place and you find it cute when he gets flustered if you point out one of his collectibles or cute knick knacks
  • Despite his eye, he makes you a cup of coffee and you two talk in the kitchen
  • You can’t stay late and he needs rest, so you eventually have to call it a night
  • But he walks you to his car and gives you a few more soft kisses
  • The sweet taste of coffee accompanies your smile all the way back to your apartment that night

Jaehee:

  • The party was a success and the buzz of all the people made you giddy
  • And besides that, the fact that you and Jaehee were going to be partners for the cafe was beyond exciting
  • Seeing you so ecstatic, Jaehee surprised you by taking you to the cafe she bought right after the party
  • Your enthusiasm was contagious and you two spent your time looking at the empty spot, imagining how you would redecorate the place
  • Afterwards, you drag her to a home improvement store so you can look at paint and color schemes
  • You get a bunch of samples to look at later
  • By the time you’re done there, your extra energy is worn out and Jaehee is also crashing from the day’s activities
  • You invite her back to the apartment since it’s closer than her place
  • You guys pick up some food on the way back and eat up a storm
  • You’re talking about so many things, sometimes funny and silly moments of your favorite singers and other times very deep and serious conversations about your lives and future
  • In the end, you lose track of time and it’s already past midnight
  • Trying to get Jaehee a little more out of her shell, you tell her just to stay the night
  • She’s hesitant at first, but she’s so comfortable with you now she agrees
  • You bring out extra pillows and blankets and you two continue your conversation over a DVD of Zen’s latest musical
  • Eventually, you get tuckered out and you both fall asleep on the couch

Jumin:

  • The last eleven days had been a rollercoaster of events with the party and with Jumin sorting out his own emotions
  • So, Jumin hoped to take you on a calmer outing after the party
  • At first, he suggested a high end fancy restaurant, but you asked if he wanted to take a stroll in the park first
  • You both change into more comfortable clothes  
  • Turns out Jumin has three outfits that aren’t part of a suit
  • He’s a bit stiff at first, since he’s not used to just walking and talking casually
  • But then you slip your hand in his and you feel him relax
  • He’s intrigued by the small vendors selling ice cream or cotton candy
  • He buys you both some shaved ice and you find a quiet bench
  • He takes some blurry photos of you and the lake and even some of the ducks
  • Once dinner rolls around, he gets his wish and takes you to a nice restaurant
  • You can’t help but love the contrast between the two outings, but somehow it brings out the best of Jumin
  • After the meal, he takes you onto a secluded balcony on the top floor of the restaurant
  • He takes your hands and thanks you for everything in the past few days
  • You say a few loving words of your own
  • For the first time, everything is slow and beautiful and you take in every second 
  • At the end of the night, he accompanies you as far as he can to return you safely to the apartment
  • And as you lay down in bed that night, you can’t help but feel a shift in your life for the better


Seven:

  • You two didn’t get to go to the first RFA party, so the second one is very exciting for you both
  • But afterwards, you were both a little drained from all the guests and interactions
  • So, he takes you to a nice diner to get some milkshakes and discuss what happened
  • You both exchange stories of awkward moments or funny incidents during the party until you’re laughing so hard your sides hurt
  • Feeling a bit more energized, you both want to do something else before you head home
  • Impromptu trip to the nearest planetarium it is
  • It’s actually rather peaceful and sentimental for you both since it’s something you two talked about doing the first time you met
  • Since it’s still the middle of the day, there aren’t a lot of people there
  • You and Seven get to share some private moments where you’re just holding hands or resting your head on his shoulder as the show plays
  • When it comes to the other displays, you two start taking stupid pictures next to them and adding funny captions and filters on Clapchat
  • You stay there longer than necessary
  • Mostly because you both have a blast in the gift shop looking and hundreds of quirky space themed things before choosing one thing to buy
  • Around dinner, you two head to his place since you thought it might be nice to cook a meal and share it with Saeran as well
  • Only, you made the mistake of laying on his couch for a few minutes to scroll through your phone after such a long trip…and Seven made the mistake of joining you
  • Saeran is waking you both up a few hours later with some take out he ordered already waiting in the kitchen

Saeran:

  • He didn’t feel comfortable coming to an RFA party until it was about the third one you planned
  • Everything was really great, and he even talked to a few guests
  • But the crowd got overwhelming and you found him in the hallway by the time the party was over
  • You could tell he was drained so you drag him to the ice cream shop
  • He was expecting to stay there and eat it, but instead you take his hand and start walking
  • He thinks you have a plan, but halfway through town and realizes you don’t
  • So he just goes along with you as you grab his hand and swing it back and forth
  • He surprises you when he pulls you into a bus that travels to the town over
  • He’s not used to being “spontaneous” but he wanted to try
  • You guys find a small little bakery where you grab something to eat
  • Then as you’re wandering, you pass by a cat cafe and you can’t resist going in
  • At first, Saeran is super jumpy with all the cats around, but there’s one reddish kitten that calmly jumps onto his lap and sits there
  • You watch as a small smile grows on his lips when he pets it
  • At one point, you even lost him in the place because he was following the one cat around
  • He’s reluctant to leave, finding the cats therapeutic by the end
  • You guys catch a bus to take you back home, and thankfully get some seats in the back
  • You rest your head on his shoulder and end up falling asleep
  • He hesitantly wraps his arm around you and pulls you close as he looks through the window at the passing scenery
  • For the first time in a very long time, he feels at peace and he’s even a little sad when the bus comes to your stop 

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That’s my girl- Klaus Mikaelson

Request: ‘I’m totally feeling that Klaus love, so I’ll send in a request. (I just started following you but I love your writing). How about where Klaus was was taking you to some of his old homes in Europe and an old enemy comes into play. And then you are able to outsmart them after they take you. Klaus sees this just as he’s coming to save you and has a total “that’s my girl” moment.’ // thank you for the sweet comment about my writing, love xx

prompt: You and Klaus go on vacation in England when you get kidnapped while Klaus was showering. You’re being held by an old enemy of Klaus but as he comes to your rescue, you already beat them up and are ready to escape.

WARNINGS: Y/N being a badass and killing some rude vampires

pairing: klaus x reader

A/N: hope you like it, I’m working on other requests right now xx

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Originally posted by thevampirediaries2009

London. You wanted to get to London ever since you could think of places to travel. London just was so full of amazing things to see and also a british accent never failed to amaze you.

And when you met Klaus and immediately fell in love with his thick british accent, this culture amazed you even more. It had taken a long time for Klaus and you to get together. It didn’t take long for you to fall in love, though. But as you got to know Klaus you also knew why it was so hard for him to let people in. But now, the two of you finally were together and made each other as happy as you had never been before.

This week, Klaus had decided to take you away from New Orleans, where the both of you currently lived with the rest of his family, to travel to England with you. He had booked a nice hotel where you’d be staying in. Right now, you looked out of the window onto the rainy streets of London and sighed in satisfaction. You had never travelled further than New York with Klaus and being so far away from everything you were used to with the love of your life was quite relaxing.

You felt Klaus’ arms wrapping themselves around your waist and his chin was soon placed on your shoulder. “Enjoying the view, love?”, he asked quietly and placed a kiss onto your neck. You hummed in response and truned in his grip. A towel was wrapped around his torso. “But I’m loving this view.”, you grinned and leaned forward to kiss his lips. He wrapped his arms around you and your arms were wrapped together behind his neck.

But Klaus broke the kiss soon enough and you pouted in response. “Patient, love. You’ll be getting all you want of me in the evening, but I have to shower first.” he explained and pecked your lips only for a second. “Alright, but hurry. I also want to explore a little bit of this city.”, you exclaimed as he walked into the bathroom.

Klaus was only in the bathroom for about a minute when you heard a knock on the door. You got up and opened it, thinking it was someone who brought you food. You were wrong. You were surprised by two men standing in front of you, both wearing black suits. Before you could even think about what was going on, one of them injected you something. Due to you immediately passing out, you considered it was vervain.


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some things to consider

i’ve had some time to think about that mess of a clip, and i’ve come up with some things i think yall should think about too. insert captain holt “you’ve made me turn my chair” gif.

1. vilde (and the girl squad)

as of now, we literally have 0 proof that vilde was in on the plot or whatever you want to call the pepsi max girls’ plan to exclude sana from the bus. none at all. we have no proof that vilde said that she was the bus boss all along. we have no proof that she deliberately shit-talked elias and sana. none. zilch. nada. the fact is that everyone saying those things is taking the word of some random racist girls sana overhears in a bathroom as fact. which tbh is….not a reliable source. remember in s1, sana says “vilde was mean at that meeting. and vilde isn’t mean.” the girls have not been at their best this season. at all. i get that. but i firmly believe that neither vilde nor anyone else in the girl squad would knowingly go behind sana’s back in that way. and as of now we have no proof that they did. 

2. noora (and yousef)

yousef and noora have been in a lot of clips, probably more than the rest of the characters this season. so it’s easy to forget that the girl squad has hardly seen yousef and sana interact with each other. the only clips i can think of on the top of my head are: so hot, fy faen, and the bus meeting. and sana and yousef barely interact at all in those clips while the girls are around. so it’s perfectly reasonable to assume that the girls still don’t know about sana’s crush on yousef. it seems pretty obvious to us, the viewers, but remember we see this season through sana’s eyes. we don’t see how she looks to the other girls. so noora kissing yousef probably isn’t to get back at sana for not telling her about william’s new girlfriend, a thing that, i think, she has a right to be angry about. tbh i take more issue with yousef, who has been leading sana on this entire time, and then turns around to kiss another girl. but all the hate i’ve seen has been directed towards noora. i ask you, did you forget all of season 1?

3. isak (and the balloon boys)

as of right now, we have no idea how the fight started. we don’t know if it was homophobic in motive. the only reason we have to think it was homophobic is the words of two racist girls sana overhears in a bathroom. again, not the best source. and also, we have no reason to think that isak didn’t start the fight. isak is not perfect. it’s very possible he could have said something offensive or inciteful, whether it was on purpose or not. tensions were already probably running pretty high since it’s likely that’s the first time the balloon boys and even saw each other since their falling out. it probably wouldn’t take much to push either group over the edge. so remember that there are two sides to every fight, and automatically assuming one side to be innocent is not the wisest choice. 

honestly this entire situation is a mess, and i’d rather we never got thrust into this in the first place. and maybe y’all are right and all these things are the case. if so, i only have one thing to say: fuck you, julie andem

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Daphne, are you saying that you have feelings for Niles?
I think I do.

anonymous asked:

More Vietnam AU please!!!

Vietnam AU

Claire blissfully settled back a bit on the bench, resting her head against the whitewashed siding of the barn, watching a red squirrel scamper through the clearing and chase a gray squirrel up a fir tree.

Jamie’s Fraser forebears had built a few stalls in the 1760s. Right after the main rooms of the Big House – Lallybroch, after the estate they’d lost in the Highlands following the disastrous ’45 Rising – had been completed. Governor William Tryon had given another James Fraser a spectacular land grant, which still formed the core of the family’s farm and landholdings. They had farmed this land – poured their blood and sweat into the dirt and trees and fields – for more than two centuries.

And prospered.

How she enjoyed just listening to Jamie’s rich, melodious voice spinning incredible tales of valor and love and sacrifice. Without breaking a beat, he handed her an apple from his rucksack – exchanging it for the remaining half of the roast beef sandwich Jenny had made him this morning – smiling at how she’d chewed around the tomato slices.

“Not a fan, hmm?” he teased.

Her teeth crunched around the apple. “Never liked them – too slimy.” Smiling.

“I’ll have to remember that, then.”

She didn’t think her heart could beat any faster.

“And then Simon Fraser, my grandfather, decided to expand the whisky operation – we still use the caves he carved out to age the bottles. Murtagh always talks about going more commercial, but I prefer keeping it all in the family.”

It had probably been several hours since they’d been able to stop just staring at each other, and Jamie had led Claire by the hand into the sunshine outside the barn.

Suddenly shy around each other, Claire had grasped at something – anything – to keep them talking.

“Tell me about your family?” she asked gently, gesturing toward a bench tucked against the side of the barn.

And then he’d laughed.

What she wouldn’t give to hear that every single day for the rest of her life.

“How many generations back?” he’d teased, eyes flashing. Still holding her hand.

“Your parents will do.” Her thumb caressed his injured hand. Carefully. Gently.

“Ach, no way! I’ll tell you the entire history of this place. It’s in my blood, you see?”

And it was – it clearly was. Never had she seen anyone so proud of his family – and what so many generations, united for the same purpose, had accomplished.

So they had spent the next several hours talking – and laughing – and genuinely getting to know each other for the first time. Jamie was a born storyteller – charming, witty. Flirtatious.

And as the hours passed – and they shared Jamie’s simple yet delicious lunch – they began to relax.

They did not discuss why Claire had come. What she had been doing. What Jamie had been doing, since they’d parted on the helicopter pad at Chu Lai.

That would come. But now – now they celebrated the simple fact that they were with each other again.

It was overwhelming. Claire had had weeks to mentally prepare – Jamie had had no notice.

“Don’t you have chores?” she asked after a while – now that lunch was over, Jamie’s rucksack tucked away, and their hands had found each other again. “Don’t you need to fix that saddle, or whatever you were doing when I interrupted you?”

He shrugged, eyes facing forward out into the forest. So quietly green and lush. The woods he had grown up in.

“It doesn’t matter. None of it matters anymore. You’re here.”

Claire pursed her lips – sensing an opening. She turned on the bench to face him directly.

As always – he was right there to meet her.

“What happens now, Jamie?”

He took her left hand between his, tracing his thumb around the base of her ring finger. Eyes strong on hers.

“Why have you come, Claire?” His voice was soft, vulnerable. “To tell me you’re well – or so that we could make a life together?”

“I’m not married anymore,” she breathed. “I went home to him, like you asked me to. It took me until Christmas to see him. And I told him we would move forward, as husband and wife.”

She closed her eyes – suddenly overcome with shame.

Jamie waited.

Patient.

Giving.

Tears trickled from her eyes. “He told me he had fallen in love with someone else – and that our marriage was over. He didn’t even want to try.”

A soft, soft touch on her cheek.

Jamie’s lips, kissing the tears away.

Kissing the apple of her cheek. Her nose. Her forehead.

Cherishing her.

Infusing her with strength.

She opened her eyes – and he was right there in front of her.

“We got an annulment. And I got into medical school, in Boston.”

Jamie had such a beautiful smile.

“And then I had a chance to come down to App State – to work with Dr. Beaton. I want to help people find their voices – to help them heal from tragedy and injury. To help them find themselves.”

She twined their fingers together.

“You have a knack for that, Claire,” he breathed. “You can do *anything* you set your mind to. Don’t you know that by now?”

He held her eyes. She felt invincible.

“I do,” she said after a long while. “I do.”

“Good. But Claire – you didn’t answer my question.”

She shifted a bit on the bench. “I don’t think it’s only my decision, Jamie – it’s yours as well.”

He licked his lips, dropping his gaze to his knees.

“My life is yours, Claire.”

She reeled back – stunned.

“I – Jamie, I – you can’t – ”

“Yes, I can. And I will. You saved my life, at Chu Lai. You restored me to myself. I owe you a debt. So it’s up to you to decide what we shall do – where we go next. My heart has been yours since the first time I saw you, and you’ve held and healed my soul and my body between your two hands – and kept them safe.”

None of this was real. Real people didn’t talk like this.

But Jamie was real, all right – more real than anything had ever been to her. More than Frank – more than school – more than anything else that had ever mattered in her life.

“Do you know what I was saying to you, all that time when I was locked in my mind? When my mouth couldn’t form the right words?”

He nudged his knee with hers, getting her to look up. To see the tears shining in his own eyes.

She shook her head. “No, I don’t. Tell me?”

He tilted his head. “I was telling you how beautiful you are. How you remind me of the fairy stories my Mam told me as a child – of the sorceress who bewitches the mighty warrior. The kelpie who comes from the sea to claim a human man as her love. The enchantress whom the brave hero is compelled to fall for.”

He took a deep breath. “And then I’d tell you of my home – of here, Lallybroch. And how I knew you’d fit right in to life here – how happy we would be here, together. Of the life we’d have, if things were different.”

Claire’s cheeks pinked at his words – at the praise she felt she did not deserve. “What do you mean, if things were different?”

“If I’d met you at a different time or place. If you weren’t married. If I could court you properly, the way you deserve.”

He straightened his back, licking his lips.

“So. I will ask you a third time, Claire. Why are you here?”

Preparing himself for anything – including rejection.

But those were words that would never fall from her lips.

The next words she had asked him so many times in her dreams. It was the most natural thing in the world.

“Will you have me?”

An extraordinary look of terror and joy and jubilation flashed across his face.

He grabbed her hands, kissing them feverishly.

“Yes,” he rasped. “Yes, I’ll have you.”

ships in the night. (m)

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Anonymous Requested: a fluffy, romantic, appreciative Namjoon smut

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 6,252

Description: In your relationship somewhere along the line, the two of you started unknowingly passing each other by; something akin to two ships in the night.

Originally posted by himchans



The contact photo of his dimpled grin illuminated your phone screen just as you walked through the front door, making a goofy smile spread across your face. You set down the dinner and movie that you’d picked up on your way home from work, before sliding your thumb across the screen to answer his call.

“Hey babe.” You chirp, as you try to control the excitement in your voice.

“Hey…” The word comes out slow and somewhat hesitant, making you knit your eyebrows together.

“Is…  something wrong?” You ask questioningly. You wait a few moments and there’s still no answer, making a worry bubble up inside of your chest.

“Namjoon what’s—” You try to ask again, but you don’t get to finish before he interjects.

“I’m not going to be able to make it home tonight.”

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  • Jaune, walking around a Mistral market, examining fruit: Huh...not bad pri-
  • Jaune, cutting himself off with a dropped jaw, watching long red hair walk along the road behind the stall he's at: I....it can't be...
  • Jaune, puts down the fruit and charges down the market line, keeping pace with the red headed woman, finally cutting over onto the road she was walking along, panting out of breath: Is it...is it really you?
  • Red headed woman, who Jaune realizes is much older than who he hoped it was: Are you okay young man?
  • Jaune, standing up straight, his face saddened: S-sorry...I thought you were someone I know...
  • The older red headed woman's eyes light up, she grabs hold of Jaune's hand: You!! Oh she was certainly right, you're very noticeable! And handsome too, oh so handsome.
  • Jaune, awkwardly looks around: Ummm...who? Who was right?
  • Red headed woman, flustered and takes her hand back: Oh goodness, I'm so sorry! I should have introduced myself before. I'm Pyrrha's mother. She told me so much about you in her letters. It was the closest thing to physically seeing her fall in love for the first time.
  • Jaune, frozen in his place, forcing himself to speak, trying not to give away any sense of pain or sadness: O-oh...I'm glad to hear it.
  • The older woman looks at his oddly, then looks around: But why are you here in Mistral? Shouldn't you be in Vale helping with reconstruction?
  • Jaune, at a loss of words: Well, I...you see.
  • Red headed woman, with a smile: Ah, regardless, where's my daughter? Her letters have stopped recently, but now I know it's because she was on the road with you! I haven't seen her in so long, I'll cook you both something wonderful!
  • Jaune, unable to hold back anything, tears now streaming down his face, collapsing to the ground: Oh....oh no...
Who knows if we truly met one another at the wrong time in our lives. All I know is that if things do come to an end I will forever love you even if we distance ourselves. We met not knowing you would mean the world to me and you forever will hold a place in my heart if you ever wish to be mines again. Maybe later in another time and place we will be right for one another. Or maybe you’ll fall in love all over again with someone new and I don’t want you to worry about hurting me ever. Live your life your way and love someone else if that’s truly what makes you happy. I want you to spend your life with someone you love back just as much as they love you. But most importantly before you go if you ever do decide to please show up in my path even if it’s for the last time. For those last seconds just hold me closely and let me thank you for all the moments I shared by your side. Kiss me one last time, promise me you’ll be okay without me around, cry if you have to, but smile because we met. There were billions of people and somehow we managed to cross in this one and only life. Many would say that there are billions of others I can end up with, but it will always be you and only you. My first love, first heartbreak, and I will never forget that. So maybe just maybe down a new path somewhere down the road under billions of stars we will meet again and maybe just maybe we will be right for another…
—  baefiveoneoh (Jan. 25, 2015 maybe in another road we will love again..)
greatest mistake.

Originally posted by smol-kihyuns

» kihyun x reader
» ROCKBAND!AU; slight angst, fluff
» 3.876 words
» summary: “… of course Jackson knew them, he knew everyone. But somehow he had forgotten to mention that your ex was the singer.”

a/n: i love angst but it seems like i’m unable to write good endings to my one shots, also i’m rather dramatic ;_;


You had never thought you would’ve had the chance to see him again. Actually, for a fraction of second, you thought you were completely wrong, that you were seeing things, that the beer you had just downed was already playing tricks on you. But you could not be wrong, you would’ve recognized him anywhere.

Yoo Kihyun, ex-boyfriend extraordinaire, had just entered that hole of a music club, looking just as fine as the very first time you got your eyes on him.

Funnily enough, the circumstances of your first encounter had been exactly the same as now. You were out with your friends to see some bands play in a club out of town and he had walked in just like that night, jet black hair styled up, leather jacket and ripped jeans, a cocky smirk that made your head spin. You had not been able to take your eyes off of him for the whole night and when at the end of their set he came up at the counter and offered to buy you a drink, you didn’t think twice and accepted. You went home with him that night, the next day he prepared you breakfast while you sat on his kitchen counter wearing the t-shirt he had been wearing the night before and, as they say, the rest was history.

You had never experienced a love as powerful as the one you had felt for Kihyun, a feeling you still had for him even then. Your two years together had been like a hurricane, filled with a passion so strong, it took your breath away and made your knees weak. And despite all that, as time went by, things had started to change and slowly come to a stop, your day had became so static and almost aseptic, that you thought you were living in a limbo, a lifeless reality.

Kihyun had always said that music was his life and that was probably what made you fall so hard for him in the first place. He was so emotional while singing, both on stage and off stage, be it in a dull winter morning in front of the bathroom mirror or right at midnight, in front of a crowd of hundred people. It had been impossible for you not to fall for him. And while you knew that he loved you, you also knew that music somehow would’ve always been his one and only. Maybe at the beginning you might’ve been more compliant with whatever Kihyun did, from coming back at two in the morning from practices, to disappearing for weeks to go play in other cities without calling you, to when he skipped right past you to go lock himself in the studio and write down lyrics. How could you say anything? He was working so hard to achieve his dreams, who were you to stop him while he was so close to make them come true?

However, after a while your resolution had started to crack, you did not feel like you were in a relationship anymore and that was when you and Kihyun had started fighting. You wanted to have him close when you were together, as selfish and self-centered as that sounded, you had to admit that you wanted more attention. Even just a hug every now and then, a kiss on the cheek before leaving in the morning or a whispered I love you before going to bed would’ve done it.

Kihyun had said that he was not going to give up on music for anything, that he needed to work hard. And you understood him, but you also could not go on like that and pretend that you were not affected by his actions, or the lack of them.

The next day you said you wanted to broke up. You really did not know what you were expecting actually, but when Kihyun did not ask you to stay with him and just agreed, saying that would’ve been better for the both of you, you felt like your whole world had just fell down and shattered in a million pieces at your feet. You did not know if he was just too proud to admit his mistakes or he just did not care about anything. You moved out that same night after yelling the worst things you could think of, senses clouded by sadness and pain and the love that you still felt for him even while packing your bags. He did not call or text you the next day, or the next week. Or the next months.

And now Kihyun was just a few meters away from you, strutting confidently to the staff room with the rest of his band. You hated the fact that just seeing him made your heart beat faster and all the feelings you had tried to suppress and push away surface so fiercely, they made you feel dizzy.

A few minutes after, Kihyun and Minhyuk, one of their guitarist, got out of the room and walked over, sitting at the stools on the opposite side of the counter.

You were not ready to face Kihyun, you were not over him and you did not know if you would ever be. Because, even after six months, you still thought about him every night before going to bed and every morning after waking up asking yourself what he was doing. If he had found someone else. Talking to him would’ve just made you more miserable than you already were.

You grabbed your beer with shaky hands and tried to look as casual as you could as you downed it in one go. Your friend almost choked on her drink “Woah, slow it down, you are going to throw up” she took the empty beer out of your hand “What’s gotten into you?”

You bit on your bottom lip, your eyes darting for a second in Kihyun’s direction. He had his back at you, talking to Minhyuk with a glass of something in his hands. You gulped and tried to smile “I’m perfectly fine”

“If you say so … listen, Jackson said that the band that plays tonight is amazing”

Of course Jackson knew them, he knew everyone. But somehow he had forgotten to mention that your ex was the singer. You bitterly chuckled “Really?”

“Yep, he also said that they are going to sign with a major label soon …” her voice trailed off as you drowned back in your thoughts. You were torn between getting the hell out of there before he could notice you or just wait for him to do something, anything.

You felt your head spin violently at the thought of actually talking to him and the urge to throw up made you choke. You got up from you stool and tried to get your words out without stuttering too much “Actually, I don’t feel that good, I think-”

If you had just taken a moment to look around you would’ve noticed that Kihyun and Minhyuk were not on their seats anymore. However, on a spree to quickly get out of there, you did not look and it was inevitable to bump into someone. You clearly heard the sound of a glass shuttering to the floor and a string of curse uttered by a voice that made butterflies flutter in your stomach.

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Namjoon Scenario: Be My Love.

Request: Love your works ^^ a lil request of a very oblivious reader and namjoon dropping hints with every coffee that he brings to her untill he finally snaps and kisses her and then decides to stick a sticky note to her face with “I like u a lot” written on it ^^ dont know if this’ll suit your tastes but I decided to give I a go :D

Flatmates AU.

Genre: Fluff. 


The cup was placed on the table making a sound but you didn’t even lift your head from the book. Namjoon frowned just a little and sighed, you were usually absentminded, but as you were studying for a very important test you were even more immersed on it than normal. 

It was ok, he thought, because the way you were so centered in your studies, how you were so smart, how you were so determinate, those were some of the things Namjoon liked about you. But of course you had other characteristics, for example how evident was his crush for you. Everybody in the department had noticed it, everyone knew Namjoon liked you since a lot time ago, since you moved in he could say, but not you. You treated him as a friend, perhaps sometimes like a bit more than that, but Namjoon hadn’t had the courage to confess although he really wanted to.

You lived together with other three people, three girls and two guys in total, you’ve coincided there since the department was really close to the university,  but Namjoon being the romantic he was and adding more since he had a crush, thought it was because of destiny. 

He cleared his throat making you lift your gaze to him making you gasp a bit startled. 

-Namjoon! I didn’t see you there, sorry-

He smiled inevitably, you were really cute while surprised. -It’s ok, I brought you a cup- he said sliding the beverage closer to you.

You smiled taking it in your hands. -Thank you so much- you sipped from it and then realized the cup had something stuck on. -Oh, what is this?- 

Namjoon stood up quickly. -Well I leave you to it then-

You watched him go and then saw it was yet again another sticky note, Namjoon was very kind, he always brought you coffee when he saw you were studying, and more often than not he’d stick a note on the cup, sometimes with inspiring quotes, others with simple words, like “hope” or “fighting”, or silly phrases to make you laugh like “Better read this” and then he’d write his own name, it was a really thoughtful detail to do such a thing. You really liked him, in a lot of ways, but you weren’t sure if he felt the same. Sure he was attentive towards you, but you couldn’t judge everything on that, you just weren’t sure of what he felt.

You read the quote he wrote today, “Put your heart, mind and soul into even your smallest acts. This is the secret to success, Swami Sivananda”. You liked it, you agreed with what it said, perhaps that was one of the reasons you got so focused when you were doing something, concentrating to the point of forgetting the world. 

But then there were people like Namjoon to bring you back to it, with a cup of coffee and that gorgeous smile, you really liked his smile, and dimples, you sighed getting back to your reading, if only he liked you back.

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anonymous asked:

so uh...you doing prompts? #6 the handcuffed in a cabin one or forced proximity? yeah, yeah, all that. I am not a trash possum...lol

So this is nothing at all like the prompt but I asked the trash possum that did not send me this if it was ok they said yes lol.


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The infuriating scent of one particular omega was following Nigel around.

He smelled it every damn morning in the gas station where he bought his cigarettes, even sometimes late at night when no one in their right fucking mind should be coming out especially an unmated omega.

Also in the park where he watched the stars nearly every evening after getting off from the bar, forcing himself not to wander the entire park for the fourth time trying to find the source.

The worst of it was that he was almost certain the smell was coming from someone who lived in his building, but he’d never smelled this omega before and when he asked got cagey looks from most of the other tenants.

“Fuck, it’s not like I’m going to maul him. Just please tell me who…”

Mrs. Gronch poked him in the chest for the fourth time that week, stepping up into his space, “You leave him alone! He’s a good boy!”

So Nigel was resigned to smelling his elusive omega and jerking off to memories of the scent more often than he even went out to fuck a real omega. His hormones were in a fucking frenzy, he once found the scent particularly strong at the supermarket aisle near the macaroni and cheese, grabbing boxes and sniffing them like an animal till the manager told him to leave.

He ate macaroni for a fucking week straight till his senses were right again.

This went on for nearly fourteen weeks before the omega made his appearance, but before that he stopped being anywhere at all.

Nigel went through a withdrawal the likes of which he’d never known, scouring a fourteen block radius and going to the omega’s favorite places ripping apart bushes in the park after he found an old bottle that still smelled fairly of his omega and taking it home to sleep beside.

Oh he was fairly certain now that the omega was his.

The research he’d done about this proved that, natural scent and true mates. Nigel was the proud half of a true mated pair, which was cause for celebration according to Darko who ignored the gaunt look of his cheeks and the shaking.

He went a week without his omega’s scent until one morning he woke to a shirt hanging off the back of his doorknob.

Nigel whimpered and held the shirt to his face all damn day, tearing up at the scent and moaning as he clutched.

He didn’t realize there was something in the shirt pocket until it fell on the floor a little after midnight, a piece of a paper with a phone number.

Nigel grabbed his cell off the bedside table quickly, his hands shaking as he dialed and waited for an answer.

“It’s very late.”

He inhaled, closing his eyes before letting out a breath. “Darling, I don’t give a fuck what time it is.”

A pause.

“Mrs. Gronch says you’re upsetting to look at and she thinks you’re a bad alpha.”

Nigel sneers, “That fucking…”

“You swear a lot.”

He bites his tongue, the idea that some goddamn old woman would even be able to ruin this for him making him tense.

“My father doesn’t want me to meet you, but I told him that we’re true mates so he’s kind of impressed that you’ve held out for so long.”

Nigel relaxes, chuckling. “Is he? Your alpha.”

“My father isn’t an alpha, he’s a beta. I work from home, so I’ve never met many alphas who weren’t strangers, but I’ve seen you.”

Nigel can feel his body relaxing at the sound of his omega’s voice, the approval mixed in with a natural soothing tone making him sleepy. “Darling, I’m fading.”

The omega pauses. “Soothing?”

“Yes.”

Another pause. “I’d like to see that. What does it feel like?”

Nigel can barely keep his eyes open as he mumbles, “Falling into a warm bath, listening to my favorite song in all the goddamn world.”

“My name is Adam,” the omega sighs, “Adam Raki.”

“Nigel,” he can barely get out before he falls.

When Nigel wakes up he feels better than he has in weeks, hurrying to the door and down the stairs to stare at the names beside the buzzers.

Raki is written in neat block letters for 312, and he rushes up two extra flights from his own place to knock on his omega’s door. The minute it’s opened and he sees Adam Raki for the first time, smells him close, and hears, “Nigel,” he does the strangest damn thing.

He faints, falls right over into a heap, and minutes later he’s woken by Adam scenting his neck. They’re in a bed, Adam’s bed, and he can feel his cock full and rock hard as Adam writhes against him.

“Darling…”

Adam lifts his head, his pupils blown, mouth wet, and Nigel groans when he smells slick in the air.

“Alpha.”

Old man Raki comes home three hours later to his son pink cheeked and fully sated, Nigel grinding against his bare ass to spill and forcing himself not to give the mating bite to someone he’s only just met.

He’s barely able to stop himself from biting before he comes, howling as Adam pulls him into a kiss and the door closes with a slam just as Nigel shakes as he spills against Adam’s hole.

For almost a year Michael Raki won’t even let him back into their apartment, but who the fuck cares?

Adam prefers his place before long anyway.

Treat you better (Zach Dempsey x Reader)

RequestHi can you do a Zach Dempsey imagine where the reader and Zach are best friends and are in love w/ each other but both don’t know and the reader is afraid to fall in love bc of past relationships so Zach tries everything to convince her he won’t be like the others? Thanks!

MASTERLIST

Word Count: 1648

Warnings: My english is bad, and please remember that its fiction. im not very good with locations so if there’s no beach nearby, now there is 

NA: i really enjoyed writing this and I hope not to disappoint anyone. I’ve made some changes too, so let me know ;)


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Pictures of You (Cole Sprouse)

Originally posted by paranoid-papi

Pairing: Cole Sprouse x Photographer!Reader

Warning: Cursing

Summary: You and Cole have been dating for a while and he’s head over heels just like you. He is constantly posting photos about you and just being all and all cute. During one of his interviews, when asked about you, he confesses that he’s missed you since you’ve been out working on your photography somewhere else.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: This is my first Cole Sprouse fic and it was requested by a cute anon who said, “Can you do a Cole Sprouse one shot where you’re a photographer and you two are dating and he’s always posting about you and you two are really cute and it’s all fluffy and people are always him about you in interviews and he’s all blushy 💛💛😩and your tom holland imagines are awesome lmao💛💛”

Masterlist Request a Prompt


“So, all I’ve seen on your Instagram are pictures of your girlfriend.” The host who was interviewing Cole stated, only to cause a blush to rise to Cole’s cheeks.

You smiled as you watched him on the television, knowing that the host’s statement was true.

“Well, I do post a lot about Y/n and I’ve been doing it even more lately because she’s been working on her photography in China. She actually just got a job with National Geographic.” Cole said proudly as the audience clapped. “Aw, thanks. I’ll tell her you all are proud.”

You laughed softly as your cheeks started to heat up at the fact that Cole was gushing about you on television.

“You two are so charming.” The host smiled. “How long have you two been together?”

“We’ve been together for two years.” Cole replied. “Our two year anniversary is today, actually.” An choir of awe came from the audience as Cole turned even more red. “Yeah, but she’s in China so we were going to do a skype date.”

“That’s so cute. But before we change the subject, everyone here at the studio has a bit of a surprise for you.”

That was your cue to go. You picked up a cardboard cutout of yourself and headed onto the stage, making sure to cover yourself so Cole couldn’t see you.

“Oh my god!” Cole laughed. “You guys must think I’m too lonely!”

“Well, we thought it’d be a great idea to bring Y/n for you so you wouldn’t feel so alone.” The host explained. “Why don’t you go ahead and take her from our intern?”

“Yeah, sure. Okay.” Cole replied, shaking his head as he rose from his seat. “I still can’t believe you got me this.”

His hands brushed yours as he took the cardboard cutout from you, only to drop it when he laid eyes on your smiling face.

“Y/n!” He cried, pulling you into a hug and lifting you into the air as you lost yourself in a fit of giggles.

“Well, hello to you too.” You smiled as he set you down and placed a kiss on your cheek.

“When- when did you get here?” Cole stammered as the crowd and host watched you two in silence.

“A few hours ago. I would’ve called, but that would’ve ruined the surprise.” You stated, taking Cole’s hand in yours before leading him back to the couch he was previously sitting on.

“Thank you so much for coming, Y/N.” The host said.

“Thank you for having me.”

“So, two years. That is a long time to date so young.”

“Well, it doesn’t feel all that long. I mean, we started dating right when I was finishing up college and now here we are, both with amazing jobs and still together.”

“That’s just amazing. Most couples your age don’t stay together very long. I mean, when I was in my twenties I had a new boyfriend every other week.”

You chuckled along with the audience and Cole. “Well, we always joke that we act like an older couple because of how we get along and how things just fall into place at home. But, lately it’s been hard to be so far away.”

“The only thing you didn’t tell her was that every time I start to see you on Skype, no matter how far you are, I know- I know that I’m in love with you.” Cole said, placing a hand on yours with a smile.

“Yes, even though I’m far away, we both know I’ll always stay right alongside you.” You replied, putting your hand on his.

“Now, I’d like to play a little game with you two. If you look in front of you on the table, there’s two whiteboards and markers.” the host explained. “We are going to play the newlywed game.”

“Awesome.” You smiled as you retrieved your marker and board.

“Alright, first question. What is Cole’s favorite food? You guys will show your boards on the count of three.”

You wrote down your answer and looked at Cole with a smile. “This question is easy.”

“Okay. Count of three. One, two, three.”

You and Cole showed your boards and laughed as you got the same answer.

“Okay! Good job! Next question, what is Y/N’s favorite thing to photograph?”

You smiled and wrote down your answer as Cole tried to look over your shoulder, causing you to move and hide your board.

“One, two, three!”

You shook your head with a chuckle as you looked at Cole’s board, an answer very different from your answer of nature.

“What?!” Cole exclaimed between chuckles. “You take so many pictures of me! How can I not say me?”

“You were so off, baby.”

“Okay, so Cole is obviously a little vain.” The host joked. “Let’s move on to the next question. Cole loves to bake, what is his specialty?”

“Cake.” You stated, a little cake drawn in the corner of your board as Cole nudged you.

“Man, you really know Cole, but obviously he needs to work on his facts.”

“It’s not my fault she has so many pictures of me!”

“Okay, okay, new question. Who is Y/N’s favorite artist? Hint; the artist is not a photographer.”

“Frida Kahlo.” You both said in unison, showing your boards on the count.

“Alright, Cole’s catching up. We have time for two more questions.” The host smiled. “First question, what is the one chick flick Cole secretly loves?”

“The Notebook. A classic.” You stated before he could say anything when the count was called. “We watched it together on our fourth date cause I asked him to watch it with me and he cried before confessing he’d seen it before a few times even though he said he never had.”

The host laughed. “That’s phenomenal. Alright, the last and final question; what has Y/N been dying to ask Cole?”

“Oh, god. I have no idea. I’m not even going to write something down.” Cole stated.

“No, write something.” You told him with a smile.

“Okay. Fine.”

“Show the boards on the count of three. One, two, three!”

On Cole’s board was a drawing of you and him with flowers surrounding you and on yours it said, “Will you marry me?” with a ring drawn on it.

“Do you mean that?” Cole asked, his jaw hanging low in shock.

“Yes! Of course! I know it’s not a normal proposal, but when have we ever been normal?”

“Let’s get married! Oh my god, baby, let’s get married.” Cole exclaimed, pulling you towards him before locking lips with you and the audience went wild.

All that waiting and all those pictures he posted of you to get to that point seemed like nothing to Cole in that moment.