and now for something a bit silly

anonymous asked:

Ah, I know you're on a bit of a hiatus right now and I hate to fill your inbox with my silly lil' thoughts, but I came up with something I thought you'd like - so, of course, Gems tend to be paired up with others, usually ones that fill in for the skills each other tend to lack. But, almost every scene we've seen involving the Homeworld Rubies seem to be with the whole crew or them trying to find the rest. (1 / 2)

(2 / 2) And, yes, it could just be that it’s their job, but I love the idea of them becoming a close group of friends. Almost all their leaders on Homeworld assign them together because they know they do their jobs best (sometimes) when they do. Also, I like the idea of one of the Rubies just flat out denying being with someone else on their missions. “Agate, why did you put this Ruby with the other ones?” “One of them tried to chew my ankles when I suggested one of them leave, they’re fine.”

This is like, my BIGGEST headcanon!! I talk about it all the time with my squad!

There’s just too much hinting toward that being true, y’know? Just look at the way they interact with eachother in ‘HTD’ and ‘B2TM’. They’re the best of friends!

Plus … why stop there? You saw how close the Famethyst were together, and how immediately Amethyst fell in love with them.

Who’s to say all gem types don’t feel naturally attracted to their own type? Rubies with Rubies, Quartzes with Quartzes, Peridots with Peridots, Sapphires with Sapphires …

I really think it’s a canon fact. But I guess we’ll just have to wait and see!

You’re My Favorite

In honor of H’s 23 birthday, enjoy this little one shot! :) 

Plot: What to get to the man who has everything?

Warnings: None. 

Three weeks to H’s Birthday:

“Baby,” Harry groaned exasperation. His eyes rolled back and he let his head drop for a moment, appearing to be completely and utterly done with the subject I had been bugging him with for a few hours now as well as over the past days.

Harry’s birthday present.

And still, he was being close to no help. His eyes met mine and I whined, wanting him to take me seriously, because even though we (admittedly) had been discussing this topic a bit too long now, he somehow still didn’t understand my point.
Birthdays were something I took very seriously, especially Harry’s. It was the first time for me to celebrate his birthday with him given that our relationship was only a few months old and all I wanted was him to be showered with love and spoiled silly. I wanted to make him happy.
Planning his day wasn’t the problem, it was easy. I would spend the night before with him, mainly so I could make sure him being spoiled would start early in the morning already (breakfast in bed, maybe some sex) but most of all I wanted to stay with him because I knew how Harry didn’t like having to sleep and wake up alone. It made my heart ache a little bit and fall even more in love with his sensitive and gentle soul and so I liked the idea of him not having to do that on his birthday, too.
Later, we would have lunch with his mother, sister and step-father so we would be able to exchange gifts quietly and just in the presence of his immediate family. Harry absolutely adored them and I knew he’d love being able to be with just his family for a while, before his friends would join us for a dinner at his favorite restaurant. It was a simple plan and wouldn’t entail too many surprises for him, but I knew that would be what Harry enjoyed most. All of his life was always extravagant and a big deal, so I imagined him having simple family time would be just what he’d need.
What had been giving me a headache for a while now was the most difficult question I’d ever had to ask myself. What makes a good present to a person who could buy the world?

“You are so difficult sometimes,” I argued quietly, nudging Harry’s hip with my own.

We were standing in my tiny kitchen and cooking dinner together, well, less cooking and more arguing about his upcoming birthday. The pans were still empty and the table wasn’t set either. Three weeks. I had three weeks left to get him the perfect present and I was absolutely clueless.

Harry laughed. “Says the one who’s been worrying herself silly over a present for a birthday who’s almost a month away.”  

I rolled my eyes. “Maybe I just shouldn’t get you anything then. If I’m just being silly.”

My body turned and I went to reach for two wine glasses, almost dropping them when Harry startled me by wrapping both of his arms around my waist. His chest hit my back and I squealed when his head buried itself into my neck, releasing puffs of hot breath, making me squeal.

“You wouldn’t do that,” he murmured quietly, sounding like a little boy who’d been denied… well, his birthday present.

“Oh wouldn’t I, Styles?” I giggled, squeezing his wrists through the thick material of his grey jumper.

He shook his head, lips ghosting over my skin and I relaxed into him. “Don’t think you would.”

And of course I wouldn’t. But I really was lost. In my imagination, I could see his face lighting up with that beautiful smile of his and his pretty eyes would sparkle in surprise and happiness. I wanted that image to be reality, had seen him wear the expression on other occasions before and I wanted to be the reason why he wore it on his birthday. And the one bloody thing needed for that to happen was missing. An idea.

Two weeks to H’s Birthday:

In my desperate situation I’d called up the only person I could think of, who knew Harry better than anybody else did. His mother. Anne and I were sat in a small cafe just around the corner of where Harry lived. I held my mug of hot chocolate tightly and listened eagerly to the stories Anne had to tell, all of them involving a much younger version of Harry. Anne waved her hands in the air, mimicking Harry’s desperate attempt of rollerblading and I laughed out loud.

“He sounds like he was an incredibly clumsy child,” I giggled.

“Oh he was,” Anne smiled with a nod, “Still is, really. You’ve seen how he used to stumble around on stage. Even broke his foot once, the silly boy.”

“Oh right, I forgot about that!”

Anne chuckled and kindly offered me some of her cookie, which I happily accepted.

“So,” she began, handing me a piece of her desert, “I’m sure there’s a other reason behind you summoning me, other then hearing stories you can mock my son with later.”

I laughed gently and nodded. “Though, I could listed to those stories all day, I did call because I have a problem I was hoping you could help me with.”

A small frown took over Anne’s kind features and she set down her cup. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing too serious,” I quickly assured, not wanting her to worry, “It’s going to sound silly to you, I’m sure. But I just can’t come up with a good idea for a gift for Harry.”

My eyes met hers and I sensed that she was about to ask if I was kidding, because of course it sounded stupid to anyone else, and so I carried on quickly.

“His birthday, is coming closer and closer and I can’t figure out what to get him! That man has everything and if he doesn’t, then he buys it the next day. And even when I finally find something he hasn’t seen before but would love, it costs so much more than what I have! It’s so frustrating ‘cause all I want is to make him happy and surprise him with something nice but I can’t even get him something as simple as clothing! He came around with a cardigan just yesterday that cost £5000! I don’t even own anything that expensive! That piece of clothing he loves, is worth two months of my rent.”

Anne bit her lower lip, her expression serious again and I sighed. I felt so whiny and like an uncreative child, but I really was at my wit’s end.

“It’s the first birthday I get to spend with him and I’m going to fail him completely.”

My eyes lowered to my mug and I tapped the porcelain lightly, feeling defeated.

“Sweetheart,” Anne said kindly, “Harry will love whatever it is you get him. He adores you.”

A small smiled tugged at my lips and I blushed at her words. “I don’t want him to like it simply 'cause it’s from me, though.”

I raised the cup of chocolate to my lips and took a sip, then decided to just come clean with my greatest worry.

“The women he’s been with before me,” I began quietly, avoiding Anne’s patient gaze, “were rich enough to get him the world. What if he realizes that I’m just not… I don’t know. Suitable for his standards?”

The worry sounded stupid when it’d come to my mind the first time, but it’d stayed. Kendall Jenner, the last girl Harry had been involved with before me, was probably just as, if not even richer than he was himself. Same counted for Taylor Swift. They could go wherever he wanted to go, dress just as expensively and rent entire venues for him to host his party. Me? I had to scrap anything I had together every single month so I could afford my tiny apartment in London. Harry of course was aware that I couldn’t afford the same lifestyle as he had, but sometimes, especially when he came around with a £5000 cardigan, I wondered if he was aware how much money he actually had compared to what ordinary people earned.
When I dared looking at Anne again, she surprised me by wearing a bright smile. Both of her hands reached over the table and she took hold of my own, squeezing my fingers in a comforting gesture.

“Him thinking you aren’t suitable for him is absolutely and a hundred percent impossible, Y/N. Believe me.”

“You think so?” I asked timidly.

She nodded, still smiling confidently.

“The women Harry was with in the past,” she shook her head, pausing for a moment, then she continued, “were lovely, sure. But they never stayed around long. They never mattered to him as much as you do. He never brought one home, only introduced them casually over a dinner or sometimes not at all. Trust me, sweetheart, you are the first one he’s let get close to his heart and I can see it every day. You might not notice it because you’ve never seen him without it, but since you’re in his life, there’s an extra sparkle in his eyes and his smile is just a tiny little bit wider. He told me he’s been getting more sleep and that he even learned how to cook. That’s your influence on him, I know that. You’re taking care of him and that means the world. So trust me on this, you give him enough of what he couldn’t get himself every day. No birthday present could ever make you a failure to him.”

“Oh, Anne,” I almost squealed, blinking away the tears forming in my eyes. I squeezed her fingers in return and sniffled, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart.

She squeezed my hands once more and just like her son, her comforting aura was enough to ease me.

“And besides,” she continued in a giggle, “if he thinks I’m getting him anything even remotely close to £5000, he’s gone mad.”

H’s Birthday:

My lips lingered on the warm skin of Harry’s cheek and I giggled when I felt his smile beneath my lips. Harry’s hand found mine on his knee and he interlocked our fingers, humming quietly in appreciation. I could hear Gemma snicker at our interaction and I pressed another kiss to his jaw, then I withdrew. Harry’s eyes found mine and I could read his surprise in them. Normally I wasn’t as touchy feely with him when his family was around, but today I couldn’t help myself. My Harry was officially 23 years old. I couldn’t believe it.
We were sat on the couch in Harry’s living room, Gemma, Anne, Robing, Harry and me. There was cake and coffee on the small table along with the presents we’d bought for him. So far, the day had gone neatly and after the chat I had had with Anne, I felt confident about my choice of present, too.
Harry seemed so happy, relaxed and like he was enjoying himself. Just like I had intended to do, I’d been showering him with love all day long, waking him up with kisses and embracing him every few minutes. For breakfast I’d made him pancakes, bacon and eggs, making sure that the only healthy thing he got was a smoothie. And the sex well, had been mind-blowing.  
I squeezed Harry’s fingers tightly and blushed when he pressed his lips to my own cheek for a moment, as he wasn’t too much into PDA himself either, then he turned to engage in the conversation his family was leading.

“Harry,” Robing began, “I know you’re not a kid anymore, but do you want me to initiate that it’s time for you to get your presents?”

“That would be great,” Harry laughed, letting his arm rest around my waist in a loose hold.

I smiled at him lovingly and felt my stomach flutter when Harry pulled me even closer into his side, sharing his warmth with me. How did he always smell so good?
The first present he opened was Gemma’s. He let go of me and got up to hug her in thanks and joked about how it was the exact same thing he’d been thinking of getting her only weeks ago and she giggled, muttering a “liar” under her breath. Next came Anne and Robin’s present, then came mine. My fingers itched and I swallowed. Though I wasn’t worried about Harry not liking my present, I was very eager to see the excited expression on his face.

“S'big,” Harry said, giving me an impressed glance when he picked up the box I’d wrapped neatly with blue wrapping paper.

He carefully began to pull at it with care as if the paper wasn’t actually meant to be ripped apart and I giggled, resting one of my hands on his shoulder to squeeze it. He was so adorable.
Once finished, he began to tap the cartoon box as if expecting a noise and I giggled at his comedic and silly behavior. Anne shook her head at him but the smile plastered on her face was a big enough sign that she was just as delighted to be here with her son as I was. With careful fingers Harry continued to open the box and my heart squeezed when he smiled instantly.
Since I hadn’t been able to decide on one present for him, I’d gotten him several.
The first item Harry revealed was a bottle of massage oil, his favorite with the soft smell of almond mixed with vanilla. I’d remembered the many evenings where I’d found him on his couch, face a grimace of pain and exhaustion where he claimed nothing could ease and soothe him better than my fingers massaging his tense muscles. Though I was tired on most night when I came home after a long day, I’d always given in. Seeing Harry unhappy was enough of a persuasion to make me help him.

“For when your back is acting up again,” I murmured quietly, allowing my hand to run down Harry’s back in a soothing gesture, “Won’t even complain about it, I promise.”

He chuckled and nodded, setting the bottle to the side before sticking his hand back into the box in search for the next item I’d gotten him.

“Oh I wanted to get that one myself!” Gemma exclaimed when Harry held up the navy blue nail polish.

“Do you think I can pull this color off?” Harry asked me, a smile on his face. “S'a bit flashy, don’t you think?”

“It’s blue, Harry,” I laughed, “Pink would be flashy. And of course you and pull this off. There’s nothing you couldn’t, really.”

The next and last item Harry pulled out of the box was a small journal, similar to the one he already owned.

“I saw yours is almost full,” I explained when Harry smiled at the new journal.

It had the same leather cover as his other one did and since he’d decorated it with small stickers and words, I’d allowed myself to leave my own small message to him. A tiny inscription saying you’re my favorite right at the bottom of the right corner. I’d scraped it into the leather, making it a permanent decoration so he’d have something to remind him of me when we were forced to be apart.

Harry actually blushed when his thumb stroke over the words and he momentarily leaned into my side. My heart hammered in my chest.

“Open it,” I whispered quietly.

He glanced at me briefly, then he opened it slowly. At first he didn’t see it, but once he turned some of the pages he noticed that some of them were already used. And once he began to read what I’d written, he teared up. The grin on his face grew, revealing his loveably dimples and his widened.

“Y/N,” Harry sighed and shook his head.

His fingers kept on running over the paper and he swallowed visibly. He looked as if he found it difficult to believe what his eyes were reading and one of his hands found mine.

“What?” Anne asked, leaning up so she could catch a peek as well.

“They’re just some notes about us,” I explained.

But they weren’t really, not just some notes. I’d filled the pages with small texts and short sentences, all of them about Harry and me. They were tiny stories about us, remembering our first kiss, the one we’d shared standing on Jack’s balcony while all of our friends were celebrating and partying indoors. The second paragraph I wrote about how I’d felt when I’d first met Harry, how excited I’d been and how I hadn’t stopped thinking of him since then. I even admitted that I’d fallen a tiny bit in love with him already.
Harry’s eyes were still teary when he read a few more pages, then he closed the book.

“I love it.”

The words were whispered to the journal, his head held low. His hands clenched around the item and he sniffled noisily. My fingers squeezed his hand and I pressed another kiss to his arm. This was better than having wearing a wide grin. The present, one that I’d gotten him for a reasonable price, had actually made him speechless.

“I’m glad, Harry,” I giggled.

Hope you enjoyed it! Thank you to every single one of you who takes the time to read my one shots! I’m so excited and happy about every note I get. 

Rest of what I wrote: 

http://harryimaginedstories.tumblr.com/post/144920695218/masterlist

Pet Names

pairing: connor murphy x reader

word count: 1000

warnings: swearing

summary: connor and you are having trouble trying to decide what pet name you’re going to call each other now that you’re in a relationship.

a/n: kinda dumb and silly but!!! i thought it would be really funny to write and something really simple and small that would just be a lil bit of happiness!!! enjoy


“I just don’t see why it matters.”

“Of course it matters, Connor!”

“You keep saying that and I still don’t understand why.”

“Because it does!”

“But why?”

“It just does!”

“Does it really?”

You tugged the end of his braid until he turned around to look at you. When he saw the pout on your face, he rolled his eyes and returned his focus back to his nails. He had been painting his fingernails for the past twenty minutes – he kept taking layers off and redoing them, however, so by now, the tips of his hands were stained black.

“Well, you’re not really helping me here,” he commented, bringing his thumb up and examining it. “You, of all people, should know how uncreative I am.”

“Bullshit,” you told him. “And besides, I’m not supposed to help. You’re supposed to think of it yourself.”

“But why?”

“Shut up!” Connor shook his head as he chuckled and you frowned, tugging the ends of his hair again. “And stop moving or the hair is gonna fall out,” you warned him, moving the hair elastic from the patch of quilt beside you and taking it in between your teeth. “And then I’ll be really mad.”

“I just… I just don’t see why it’s such a big deal.”

“Because everyone does!”

“Oh, and because everyone else wears shorts in the summertime, I should do that, too?”

“No,” you told him. “Wearing jeans year-round is your style.”

“And maybe this is my style.”

“But it shouldn’t be!”

“How about this,” Connor said exasperatedly, pulling away from you and turning his body to face you, “you throw out suggestions, and I’ll, uh, approve of them or disapprove of them. And then we’ll just… go from there.”

“Okay,” you agreed. “Baby.”

No. I would find it really if you called me something that implied I was your fucking dad.”

“It’s a common nickname, Connor!”

“Yeah, okay, but I don’t like it.”

“What do you like?”

Connor raised an eyebrow at you and tilted his head down. “Really?” he asked, moving slightly closer. His hair fell out of the would-be braid and dangled in front of his face, like a waterfall of chocolate waves. You hated that he was so pretty – you needed to win this argument. You couldn’t lose because he was irresistible. “Do I really need to tell you?”

You waited until his face was close enough that you could feel his breath washing over your skin to pull away. “Darling.”

Connor made a retching sound and fell backwards on the bed, stretching his legs as long as he could and laying them across your lap.

“Sweetie.”

“Next.”

“Sweetie-pie.”

“I’m not your mother.”

“Why does every nickname remind you of parents?”

“Because parents are almost always the ones who give you your first nickname, when they regret giving you the first name they gave you and want to avoid saying it as much as possible.”

Your mouth fell open. “Connor…”

“’That was a ridiculously good point’,” Connor squeaked, his voice moving an octave higher to his typical impression of you. “’Why thank you, sweetums, I know.’”

Sweetums?”

Connor laughed. “No, dear Lord, I was making a fucking joke,” he told you before you could say anything. “Jesus, if I called you sweetums, I… I think I’d dump myself for you.”

You giggled and lay down on the bed, untangling your legs from his and swinging them over top. “I feel like we’ve discussed already that I’m not going to dump you.”

“If I called you sweetums, I think you’d want to.”

You giggled again and rolled onto your side so you could see him better. He was staring at you with such bright, attentive eyes – he was almost never really like this. Even when you were alone, sometimes, he could still be cold. But right now, at such a late hour, he was all yours. And despite how tired you were, you didn’t want to sleep.

“Sweet cheeks.”

“Accurate, but no.” Connor picked up a pillow, lightly tossing it at you. “Next.”

“Babykins.”

“Jesus fuck.”

“Okay, okay, not babykins,” you interrupted. “How about… snookie?”

“Isn’t that, like, a female rapper… or something?”

“I dunno,” you replied, tossing the pillow back at him and watching as it fell onto his stomach. “Did I say darling?”

“Should I say it complete with a Southern accent too?” Connor asked, and before you could see anything, pushed himself up and cleared his throat. “’Come give ol’ Connor a kiss, darlin’.”

You grabbed another pillow from beside you and threw at it him to get him to shut up. “You need to assist me in this process, not drag me down,” you informed him.

“I would love to help, Y/N, honestly; I would. But I have zero inspiration whatsoever and I’m very, very tired.”

“Don’t go to sleep on me, baby,” you whined, sitting upright and beginning to crawl towards him. “Don’t go to sleep, lil’ baby Con-con.”

Connor groaned. “’Con-con?’” he scoffed. “That’s, like, the worst thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Connor Murphy,” you said firmly, throwing one leg and one arm over his body so you were perched over top of him, “pick a pet name for me.”

He squeezed his eyes shut. “Are you trying to seduce me just so I will do your bidding?”

You nodded and giggled slightly. “Yes, that’s literally what I’m doing.”

Surprisingly, he laughed and opened his eyes, moving his head to peck a kiss on the tip of your nose. “Can’t you just pick a name and then we can finish this? I have some sleep I need to catch up on.”

“Baby.”

No.”

“My love.”

Connor went silent.

“What?” you questioned. You crossed your arms over your chest and sat upright, your legs still on either side of his torso. “Love? That’s the name you like? Are you kidding?”

Connor shook his head and covered his face with his hands. “It’s… uh, like it’s cute.”

“What are we, British?” you said in disbelief. “’Oh, yes, milove, I could do with a spot of tea!’”

“It’s… like, it’s not horrible.”

Despite the frank surprise that this was the nickname he liked the most, a grin crept onto your face. “I love you, love.”

Connor sighed. “Never mind, it’s dumb.”

“You’re damn right it is,” you agreed. “But don’t worry. I have all the time in the world to think of one…”

“I guess that means I do too?”

You nodded. “Now, how do you feel about fruit-related names…”

anonymous asked:

Hi I'm new to bts and I just found your blog (love it btw!) I want to get to know the boys more if you could describe each of them in a few traits what would they be?

Thanks for loving BTS and our blog, we’re all glad you’ve joined us ^^

Ahh, okay, hard question! I could describe them each as so many different things, and because we may perceive them differently, people might not agree with my opinions~ And there are things I could describe all members of BTS as. This includes (but is not limited to): hardworking, appreciative, hilarious, down to earth, sweet, genuine, etc.. But okay, the members. I’m going to try to use only three adjectives per member so it doesn’t get too long, haha:

Namjoon: Namjoon is so.. Ahh. I really fell for his personality. If I could describe him in a few traits, it would be introspective, open, and noodle. Yes, noodle. Though I haven’t been part of this fandom for very long, it’s not hard to see how much Namjoon has grown over time. He has learned a lot about the world and himself. Like any of us, he has struggled and made mistakes, but he always tries to understand and better himself as a result. He also constantly shares his thoughts with us all, which really makes me feel like he’s just one of us, taking life day by day. And he really never lets any of us feel left out, always being inclusive in speeches, learning languages, etc~ He really has a lot on his shoulders as the leader of BTS, but I think he’s doing an incredible job. I also described him as noodle because he’s really just so silly when he lets loose. Who remembers that VLive when he danced on his bed? ^^

Seokjin: I’m so happy and thankful the boys (and the rest of us) have someone like Jin to look up to, because he is truly amazing. To describe him, I’d say he’s reliable, generous and lighthearted. He’s always looking out for the members and keeping everyone’s spirits up, which isn’t an easy task. I’m positive he does a lot of things we don’t see as well. On the other hand, he also constantly gives to us~ for example, remember the list of things he did for his birthday? Just to share his time with us. My heart exploded. However at the same time, Jin is level headed and still manages to do the things he originally set his sights on doing, such as attend university and graduate! Being part of BTS was not at all in his plan, but look at him now! It says so much about his character~ Even though Namjoon is the leader of the group, Jin works really hard as the “oldest hyung,” who inspires the rest of us to not only dream big but also let life take you along for the ride. He truly leaves me in awe.

Yoongi: Ah, where do I start!? I would describe Yoongi as passionate, complex, and a grandpa. He really puts his all into his music and as we saw in Agust D, he opened up a whole new side of himself to the world. He didn’t get to where he is easily, but he was patient and hardworking and now he’s even producing songs for other artists. He’s someone to look up to because he really needed to persevere to make his dreams a reality. And somehow he manages to go from pouty and tired to smiley and energized in seconds. He still surprises me, haha. There are many parts to him that I only wish I could get to know. He may not be as loud or constantly posting like other members, but he does cute things and posts selfies when he knows we miss him. Yoongi is honestly just so interesting to me and I may not be describing his character very well but just know that I love and appreciate him so much~

Hoseok: Ohhhh boy. Where does one even begin? Hoseok is inspiring, adaptable and warm (like the sun). For someone whose specialty was dancing, he’s become quite the amazing entertainer, who can now rap and participate in the music making as well. I seriously admire him so much, as everyone should. He had a dream and worked his butt off to acquire other talents to make that dream come true. Now he’s on stage, performing MAMA and making me cry in the crowd! This is kind of why he is (in my opinion) adaptable. He can take part in many different things and show the best of himself no matter what. Also, though he apparently has a more serious character than what we see, he has done really well with his bubbly and angelic “J-Hope” stage presence. Honestly, I think he’d be a really amazing friend that I wish I could have irl. I also said he’s warm, but I don’t think that needs any explanation. He’s so lovely and he truly radiates light~

Jimin: Jimin, our sweet boy! I would describe him as compassionate/affectionate (I think they go together when describing him), thoughtful, and smol (hehe). Does compassionate/affectionate even need explanation? Jimin is the most outwardly loving towards his members, whether it be on stage/in person (what stands out to me is when he hopped over to Tae after he spoke about his grandmother at Muster) or his posts every time someone appears on a show/releases something (Jin on LOTJ, Yoongi releasing Agust D). He’s so supportive and always makes the members feel appreciated. It’s like he does the things we wish we could do for the members. I have no doubt that he’s this way in their home, talking to the members who are going through a hard time and helping them get through it. He’s also just so thoughtful when it comes to us. We see a lot of their perspective thanks to him, as he always shares videos of himself or other members. He keeps us close, and for that I’m so thankful. Jimin has a pure heart and though he himself has struggled he has always stayed true to who he is. I also described him as smol, because he’s so good at being cute. When he smiles his eyes light up and somehow manages to radiate love~

Taehyung: Aw, my heart. Open-hearted, multi-faceted and youthful. Similar to Yoongi, Tae is also one who seems to have many sides to him, some that I’m just so curious about. He has a really open mind, and with that, open heart, and I think that’s why he has so many friends. I think he must be really good at finding a way to connect to people, and that leaves me in awe of him.Tae also has many interests and sometimes a deep way of thinking. I wish I could get to know him on a personal level just to hear his thoughts on art, the world, everything. I think there’s more to him than meets the eye. He’s also very youthful, as I’m sure we all can see in Bangtan Bombs and Bon Voyage. Remember when he got lost and was sooo okay with it? And when he spent forever flipping the water bottle? I know I don’t know him personally, but I think Tae really tries to make the most of life, living it to the fullest day by day, like kids do. I love that about him.

Jungkook: Aw man, what do I even say.. He’s amazing, to say the least. I’d describe him as courageous, relatable, and charismatic. He started this idol-life when he was really young, and that must be a lot to deal with and grow up into. He didn’t get to do a lot of the normal things that I’m sure we all did in middle/high school, but he’s really made the most of it and now is thriving and has even made friends outside of Bangtan. He’s also trying so hard to expand his skill set, trying to practice writing and producing even though it’s hard for him. For that, he’s courageous. Somehow, though, he still is just like the rest of us. He’s seemingly introverted, is a bit shy, and can be a total fanboy (GD, IU!?). There’s something so relatable. All in all, he’s really grown into who he is today. His loud laugh, competitiveness and his silly facial expressions are all parts of him I love.

WOW I said I wasn’t going to make it long asdfghjkl; !!! Why am I like this.. Apologies. When I start talking about them, I can’t stop. Anyways, here are some of my thoughts on each of the members. This took me two days to write~ I don’t even know if this is the answer you expected but thanks for asking, since it was fun talking about them. ^^
- Kristi

Wolf Creek (Part 5)

Cowboy!Steve x Reader AU

Summary – You and Steve were supposed to have spent the rest of your lives together, but lies and betrayal tore you apart.  A family tragedy forces you to leave your life in the city and return to the Montana ranch you used to call home. Can you and Steve forget the past and find love again?

Warnings – A few curse words

Word Count – 2,020

Notes – This part had a twist at the end that I absolutely love! There will be some questions, but I promise they will be answered in later parts.  Anyway, I hope you enjoy!!  As always, feel free to leave me any comments or feedback!

Part 1

Series Masterlist

Masterlist

Previously:

“Who are you thinking about hiring?” Wanda asked.

You closed your eyes and rubbed your eyes with the heels of your hands.  “I don’t know.  I don’t even know if I’m going to keep the ranch.  I’m trying not to think about it too much until after I know what’s in Dad’s will.”  You looked back up at them, realizing that this conversation had ruined the jovial mood that the four of you had been enjoying.  “Can we not talk about this anymore?”

Maria patted your knee and gave you a smile.  “Sure, sweetie.  What would you like to talk about?”

“Well, since we were on the subject of men…when did Grant Ward become such a hottie?”



 

Everyone had ended up staying the night since none of them were sober enough to drive.  You’d gotten up before dawn to make breakfast, knowing that Bucky needed to get back to South Hills and Peter and the girls had chores and horses to feed at Blackwater Falls.  

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I wanted to wait to talk about the Big Three because we had just seen glimpses of them in the past 2 weeks but not enough to really formulate a proper opinion on them.

 And boy am I glad I waited because they are completely different then how I imagined them to be and I am with my friend and agree that this difference was well needed and worth seeing.

 To back up a bit, whenever the title of “Big Three” (or something similar to that) pop up, a plethora of different characters or even series come to mind and most of the time they have a distinct feel to them. For example, let’s take the Big Three Shounen protagonists (or Naruto, Luffy, and Ichigo). Now, while these characters have that hilarious vibe to them that is random and silly, for the most part they are normal enough where their personalities don’t overbear them and instead, really amplify the badass level that they have. In general, whenever there is a concept of a “Big” team or trio or duo or anything of the sort, while they do have some type of quirky and unique traits, for the most part they are seen as these incredibly badass people that have known to defy odds.

 Now, the Big Three that we see do actually fall into this category as well as they are not only badass but some unique quality to them.

 HOWEVER, what makes them different from the others that are normally seen is the fact that Horikoshi amplified that quirky feature in them and actually made put them on a lower scale than how they described.

 What I mean is look how Izuku describes them:

 

From what it sounds like, even though they are the top students at UA, from an outside perspective, they really seem like just ordinary students that don’t perform or display themselves in a very outward fashion. It seems as if they are under the radar under the public eye and they conceal their true hidden amazing abilities from the outside world (though I am not sure why this is the case).  In general, it’s really cool to see them initially being portrayed as just ordinary students that even Izuku didn’t see much of notable features on them.

 And then each of these students just are so unique and that is so amplified to the point where even the class questions the validity of the name that was given to them.

 To start we have our anti-social little snake like boy who gives off the look that he really is intimidating and very serious but upon closer inspection, this is how he actually is: 


He’s so incredibly shy and just doesn’t want to speak in front of crowds and even tries to imagine them as potatoes to calm his nerves down. He most definitely has that characteristic that is so different from the normal trope we normally get and I think that’s so interesting.

 Then next we have our pop princess that initially shows herself to be this diva and sassy like character that is ready to throw down attitude is someone even gives her a little. However, when she opens her mouth, we see something completely different

What we get instead is this not only hyper girl that goes a mile a minute and has her thought process everywhere but we also see her being a highly curious person as well. Honestly, I find it so interesting how well she knows Class-1As names when this is probably the first time she really ran into them other than possibly the Sports Festival. Regardless, it’s so interesting to see a character that really displays the proper symptoms of having ADD/ADHD AND is also a character that is insanely curious about the things around her. Most definitely something really cool and I’m wondering if her quirk is a type of quirk that requires her to have some type of knowledge (like Momo) to be perform.

 And then we have FallOut Boy and oh man is he an interesting one. Ironically enough he’s the most “normal” one out of the three with a mix of both All Might and Bakugou’s personality, though that is clearly substituted with his outrageous quirk that not only is super insanely strong but is also kind of ridiculous when you really look at it.

Yet, he’s the most interesting one out of all the three of them. Even though Izuku started the chapter with saying that he didn’t notice much of him, by the end of the chapter we see that he is absolutely ruthless as he’s able to take out most of the class in little over 5 minutes. It’s so apparent he’s been through rigorous amounts of training to be able to hone his quirk to the point of this level of insanity and is overall on the path to becoming one of the best heroes (obviously not the greatest is Izuku bby takes that title later on).

 Overall, I’m impressed with how Horikoshi created high tier characters that were unique and nothing like cookie cutter versions that we mostly see in Shounen manga. They are completely different and have their own unique set of abilities and personality traits that set them far apart from even our own main characters. In the coming weeks, I’m not going to lie, I’m so excited to see more of them and why they were given the title of the Big Three. We still have to see the other twos quirks and how well they place that into battle (assuming Mirio doesn’t kill them all by that time). I’m also looking towards the impact and relationships that these characters will have with Class 1-A in the future. Since Mirio is what we presume to be the chosen student that UA wanted All Might to give One for All to, we are definitely going to get some moments between him and Izuku, whether those are “jealously” moments (like Izuku finding himself inferior against him) or we can even see a Mentor-Mentee relationship that could form or we can even see a Rival relationship form, just something within that area. And don’t forget that our Mr. Angry Boy is still under house arrest and would die to even be given the challenge to face off against Mirio since he was just praised by Aizawa for being close to becoming the number one hero later on. Probably hearing that, he’ll want to test him out and gauge the differences in abilities. Of course, for Tamaki and Nejire, we still have a bit more to learn about them, though it would be really cool to see a relationship form between Nejire and one of the girls in the class as she may have a quirk that would be useful to them. Of course, I’m always thinking of Ochako when it comes to these things but it would be cool just to see any girl in the class at least get some advice from her. I don’t see it happening but I think it would still be cool.

I’m just so excited to see how the chapters will play out and how these Big 3 will be integrated more into Izuku’s quest into becoming the greatest hero of all time.

TLDR; I like these new characters because they’re cool. 

Can I Have This Dance? | Jughead Jones

Originally posted by sssssssim


Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: The school dance is coming up but you’ve given up hope in getting a date.

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 2014. It’s long, I’m sorry.

A/N: This is based off a prompt and… I don’t know how I feel about it? It’s cute, though so I’m posting it. Also, the image of Jug climbing up to someone’s window is cute so I’m sorry. I HAD TO.


“Ugh, I hate these things,” you groaned, ripping down one of the posters for the school dance that was coming up next week. Truth be told, you didn’t actually hate them - you just hated not having anyone to go with. You had your friends but at the same time you’d want just for once to go with a date. Someone that genuinely liked and cared about you you. Was that so hard to ask for? For a few years you had hope that someone might ask you but over the last couple of dances you’d just given up. It hadn’t happened so it probably wasn’t going to.

“Another night at Pops for us then?” Your friend Jughead asked, pulling open his locker and glancing at you as you screwed the piece of paper up and tossed it to the floor without a care in the world. “Whoa, littering now? What a rebel.”

You shot him a glare, opening up your own locker to pull out a few books. “Shut it, Jones. Pop’s sounds good, though. Burgers on you, milkshakes on me?”

“Unless you want to be the kind best friend that I know you are and pay for everything?” He casually threw his arm around your shoulder as you walked down the hallway to your class.

“You wish, pal.”

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Her name is not really Coraline, of course, but it is one of her very favorite books, and Elsewhere University does seem like a parallel world she’s stumbled into, so she takes the name proudly. She thinks she ought to fill the part she’s been assigned, and little by little her pockets fill with buttons and pieces of glass through which to see the truth. Not all the time, but enough to count, she counts things – doorways and anything blue, among a variety of objects, arcane and mundane alike.

The girl called Coraline also answers to Buttons and MIST, but it took some time for her to notice those sounds referred to her. Once, her scene partner called her Other Mo—but his tongue had barely cradled the second sibilant against his teeth when her hand shot out and clamped around his wrist. “That’s not what I am,” she hissed, “and I won’t become it either. Now go back a few lines; let’s start at ‘Farewell, thou lob of spirits, I’ll be gone’.” Something was smiling on her that day, or frowning on him, but he does not try to unstitch the seam that hangs ragged from his skin.

(I might do more with the girl called Coraline eventually)

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anonymous asked:

May I have a BTS reaction where they come in and see you sleeping with a stuffed animal they bought you. Thank you in advanced😄😄💕

Hoseok would walk into the room, noticing that you are asleep, he would try and be SUPER quiet so that he wouldn’t wake you… until he sees that you are cuddling with the stuffed animal he bought you for your birthday, and then he would lose it. The fluff would be real, and honestly, he would probably wake you up with his fanboying. 

Originally posted by helendrv

Namjoon and Seokjin would have similar reactions. They would walk in while you were sleeping and smile at how cute you were, and once they realized you were cuddling with the stuffed animal they got you, their smile would widen and they may even giggle a bit, but keep it quiet because they wouldn’t want to wake you. 

Originally posted by minyoongi-sempi

Jimin would get all shy. He would smile, and then leave the room to go brag to the others that you were sleeping with the stuffed animal he bought you. 

Originally posted by gotjimin

Yoongi would simply smile at the fact you were sleeping with the stuffed animal, then he would walk over to you, tap you and say, “Jagiya~ you can cuddle me now.” and lie with you. 

Originally posted by leojuseyo

Jungkook and Taehyung would become HUGE cheese balls. They would probably cringe or make a silly face or something when they see you sleeping with the stuffed animal they got you, but they would be happy, and would always bring it up in conversation and pick at you about it.

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~ Hope you liked it ~

anotherscreamingfangirl  asked:

i just love the idea of gardening!derek. it started out bc he needed to know about aconite and healing herbs but now all he wants to do is grow gorgeous sprawling gardens. he finds it soothing and rewarding to tend his plants and watch them grow. :)

This is a perfect headcanon, I am so completely on board with this concept.

I’ve always been in love with the idea of baking!Derek or woodworking!Derek because he just seems like the kind of person who would be so soothed by that kind of activity. Like working out (which Derek has been shown to use as a coping mechanism) these are straightforward physical tasks requiring little mental effort, which is honestly just so great for pushing through certain forms of depression.

And gardening is another hobby that fits right into that. It’s the kind of quiet and straightforward activity that you can see a positive result from, but it’s also low pressure: if you bake some bread and it doesn’t rise right, if a particular flower dies or weeds creep in… it’s not the end of the world. It’s a place Derek can screw up without worry about lives on the line, but it’s also something that can produce something positive and beautiful that he can be proud of, that he can look out into his yard and feel this bright, warm feeling blossom inside him over. That he did something good, he made that. And maybe it’s a silly thing, small and insignificant in the grand scheme, but it makes him happy. Makes him feel like he’s getting a little bit of control back in his world.

And now I imagine Stiles being the one to get him started on it. Just showing up at the loft one day with a simple little spider plant dangling awkwardly in one hand, saying it’s a housewarming or whatever, the place looks too empty and hey, no big deal if you kill it ‘cause I got it for like five bucks and Derek aims a sarcastic smirk at the implication but when Stiles leaves the plant is sitting at the corner of his table. And Derek ignores it determinedly for a day or so on principle before he ends up pouring a little water out of the glass he’s drinking from into it because why not, right? It’s not like it’s actually a hassle to water the thing once a day. Just as easy to keep it alive as not.

Except, Derek wonders a few days later, squinting to see if the thing seems a little yellow at the tips, is he supposed to water a plant like this every day? Is he drowning it? Is it getting enough sunlight, or… whatever else plants need? Which is how Derek finds himself at the local gardening store, fists stuffed into the pockets of his his black leather jacket, asking the startled looking salesman a series of clipped questions on how to care for spider plants.

It’s a couple months before Stiles shows up with another plant (because the first one seems lonely) and then before he knows it, Derek’s racking up a collection. The long table in front of his window becomes a veritable flower bed, out of place but strangely homey at the heart of the sparse loft.

Derek doesn’t actually buy any of his own plants until he moves, over to a little cottage on the outskirts of town. It edges the preserve, not the way the Hale house had but close, and the small space is comfortable and pleasant in a place the echoed warzone of the loft never could be. It lets him patrol for trouble more easily, he tells the pack… and then once they’re gone, in the quiet where only the plants can hear him, admits that he likes it there.

But the yard is sparse, even when he transfers the majority of the plants (the ones that would survive outside, anyway) to the garden, so a few days after he’s moved in he finds himself back from the gardening store, car bed packed with shovels and trowels, ferns and groundcover, and a few carefully chosen bright flowers.

He finds himself out there often. When he’s stressed or the loneliness twists too deep in his gut, when harsh memories push him too close to dark dreams. There’s always something to do: weeding, watering, trimming, landscaping. It’s soothing, somehow, watching the yard develop. Feeling the odd burst of pride when a bud blooms, or when the little edging wall he’d made from scavenged rocks in the preserve comes out just barely lopsided. When it starts to look like a home.

And when Stiles appears at the edge of his yard, a half-hour early for a pack meeting, to find Derek on his knees in the dirt, carefully coaxing a bunny-bitten geranium upright in the earth.

“See Spiderplant’s doing ok.”

Derek glances up, follows Stiles’ gaze out to the cluster of grasslike plants lining the flowerbed leading into the preserve. 

“That’s the runners. The original’s…” on my nightstand, he doesn’t say. It feels like that might say too much. He lets the words hang, goes back to carefully patting dirt down. Stiles is quiet for a few beats, though Derek can hear him moving around the edges of the garden, taking it in. No one’s been back here before, and a part of Derek tightens up at the intrusion. Like Stiles –– clever mind and quick tongue –– might see something in this space to take away the haven Derek’s made here.

But when he finally pushes himself up, brushing dirt from his knees with dirty palms, Stiles is watching him with eyes that remind him of how he looks at the garden.

“It looks good,” Stiles says, and he’s not looking at the flowers.

Derek doesn’t look away for a long moment and then glances down, a faint smile playing over his lips.

“It looks good,” he echoes, because it does. And he’d made that. Something that isn’t broken. And maybe that means he isn’t broken too.

The Beautiful Mess

Creators Summit, a silly, fun event YouTubers went to go and meet other YouTube creators. For Sean, the best part was meeting his friends again, since he lived farther away. It was always a treat to see Mark especially, well his boyfriend. It was the first day there and YouTube wanted to give the YouTubers a day to themselves and just relax, tomorrow would be a fun filled event.

Sean was waiting in a hotel room for Mark. Well their hotel room, they decided to share rooms since it was nice to be closer. Sean had gotten an earlier flight, since there was an attendant who offered the ticket to Sean. There were open seats on that flight and even though it wasn’t the same airplane company he usually rode with, he decided it’d be fun to be earlier by an hour.

Mark still thought that Sean’s plane was landing, which meant Mark was bound to come back in the room. It was a little surprise Sean planned. All of Mark’s stuff that he needed was still in the room like his wallet, car keys, etcetera. He texted Mark and smiled sending, ‘Hey, I just landed!’

Five minutes passed before he got a text back, 'Okay babe, I’ll be at the airport in twenty, is that okay?’ his eyes widened slightly. That meant Mark was now in a rush to get to the room. That was actually adorable…

'Perfect, thanks Markimoo. See you soon!’ He texted and sat on the bed cris cross, he waited for another text or something and a minute or two later he heard foot steps thumping quickly toward the door, he could only assume as his boyfriend. He sat up straight and faced toward the door on the edge of the bed in excitement and anxiousness.

Sean sat still as he heard muttering on the other side, some curse words and the poor guy probably had trouble opening the door. Sean stifled a laugh and got up to open the door. Sean turned the handle which lead Mark to mutter a “what the hell?” from the other side of the door.

Sean, with nervousness and excitement, opened the door and smiled brightly as he met eyes with his boyfriend.

“You forgot your key-” He was quickly cut off by Mark’s lips, pressed gently against Sean’s, sending the Irishman into pure bliss. Sean’s eyes fluttered close as his arms wrapped around Mark’s neck and Mark’s arms found their way around Sean’s waist.

Mark was the first to pull away from the kiss and a smile spread across his lips. “I missed you” Mark whispered and removed some of Sean’s green hair away from his eyes ever so gently.

“That’s why I got an earlier flight-” that’s when Sean noticed, Mark was shirtless and wet droplets coming down his bare chest and half wet hair.

Sean took in the sight of Mark’s presence, seeing the outline of his biceps and his eyes widened slightly seeing every outline of his abs on his chest.

“Sorry, I was out swimming in the indoor pool a couple levels up. Is that alright love?” Mark said tracing his thumb underneath the band of Sean’s grey sweatpants

•••

“What are you doing?” The ebony haired boy asked as his boyfriend plopped down on the bed, stomach first.

“Existential Crisis…” Dan mumbled as he buried his face into the snow white pillows.

“You wanna talk about it?” Phil spoke up as he went over to the bed and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Yes please.” His voice was muffled in the soft pillow as he moved over for Phil. This usually happened, especially outside of Britain.

“Come here.” Phil said softly and positioned Dan so the brunette’s head was resting across his lap.

Phil gently started playing with Dan’s curly brown hair getting ready to listen. This had happened many times back in England, usually Phil would get Dan some hot chocolate or tea then wrap him up in a blanket. Now that they were in California this was the best they could do at the moment.

“Why do certain people think being different is so bad they start killing tons of people? What’s so wrong with liking the same gender or what’s wrong with liking two genders? Is it really so bad that the values of one person loving the same sex is worth a bombing? Is anything even worth bombing? Why do bombs exist?”

Dan was rambling and Phil knew not to interrupt, even if it was comforting words. It was Dan’s time for his thoughts to leave, plus it was pleasant just to do this every now and then. Letting Dan express himself as Phil would just give him acknowledgment that he was listening. To Phil, his favorite part was when Dan would fall asleep in the middle of a sentence and Phil got to see Dan sleep talk.

Fifteen minutes passed and Dan’s voice was much quieter and muttered out as he had completely gone side tracked and was now talking about dogs and their values, like most times. Even if the topic seemed a little taboo, Phil knew not to chuckle or let out a laugh of any kind. It was just rude and Dan might hold back certain thoughts in the future.

“and-and the dogs, they don’t get as much love as some dogs get which could~” and out like a light. Dan’s eyes had been closed for the last minute or two and now his breathing was a little heavier. Phil still gently ran his fingers through Dan’s hair.

Phil just sat there admiring his boyfriend, playing with his hair as a good boyfriend would do. He admired all of Dan’s features as his fingers brushed against his right cheek gently all the way to his jaw. He stifled a laugh when his fingers dipped underneath his jaw. He knew Dan had a very sensitive neck and could just moan from a touch of it.

His index finger caressed the side of his neck as he heard Dan let out a slight whimper, unsure if he was asleep or not, Phil decided to just not test Dan anymore and leave him at peace. He was about to pull Dan under the covers so he could sleep, until he felt Dan shift so his head was now sideways on Phil’s lap.

He let out a low groan as his fingers that were once simple actions, now sinful. He turned Dan’s head slightly so he could feel Dan’s breath against his clothed member. He was slowly getting turned on.

Phil shook his head, knowing it was wrong so he decided to just put them to bed and figure it out the next morning. Phil removed his hands from Dan’s hair and place his hands on Dan’s shoulders, about to bring him up into bed. That’s when Dan’s face rotated so his mouth was directly on Phil’s clothed groin. He let out a quiet groan and bit his tongue. Before he knew it, Dan’s eyes drifted open.

“Am I doing something wrong?” Dan said mouthing it on the tip of Phil’s groin. Then Dan had a sweet, innocent brown eyed look.

•••

Nothing’s worse then being sore the next day and having to walk and do activities with other YouTubers that should be fun, but your sore as fuck. Well that perspective definitely changed for Dan.

Now something is worse.

Having to have a vibrator up your ass at a silly little YouTube event where you’re suppose to do funny little activities.

Since Dan was being a tease and just sending Phil to deciding he needed a punishment. So that’s what Dan got for teasing his boyfriend. He’d whimper every now and then and play it as a cough. When Phil turned it up a notch is usually when Dan’s breath would hitch. People kept asking if Dan was okay and soon a few of his friends wanted him to go back to his hotel room to get rest.

So Dan decided he’d had enough and he was growing sore. It wasn’t too much in a sense where Phil had over done it, Phil was rough, sure, but he always had Dan’s consent at heart. So he tugged on Phil’s shirt and led Phil over to a corner of the room.

“Can I please go to our room? I won’t take it out, just can’t walk anymore. Going limp.” Dan whimpered softly as the toy continued to buzz and his knees nearly buckled.

It took Phil some thinking before he made a decision. “Alright, if anyone asks just say you don’t feel well.” Phil said quietly, no one was really around them anyways, but just in case.

“Thanks” Dan muttered with a sigh of relief as he began to walk away. A hand was firmly placed on his waist to keep him from leaving.

“But you have to bring a friend with you.”

“Excuse me?” Dan’s voice was high pitched and drained to the point where he couldn’t have a sarcastic tone, just sarcastic words.

“Take a friend with you. Just to make sure you don’t misbehave. I know you wouldn’t touch yourself with someone in the room with you.” Phil smirked as Dan rolled his eyes, clearly pissed since he was planning on taking the toy out.

“Fine, but won’t they wonder why you didn’t take me back? What do I say then?” Dan said testing Phil to see if he’d just give up.

“If they ask say I’m getting you meds. You can add your own little sarcastic comments after that, okay?” Phil knew Dan in and out, maybe even more than Dan knew himself. That’s why the ebony friend already knew Dan had an excuse.

“You can always text me to come back, but you might get something other than medicine.” His voice was low and he was extremely tempted to place a kiss against Dan’s neck, but decided against it since there was a crowd.

“Fine” Dan sighed and walked away, this time Phil didn’t stop him.

As Dan walked away his legs almost turned to jelly since the stimulation was getting insane for his body. He was nearly shaking. His breathing was heavy and his face was flushed, could be interpreted for being sick. He kept walking, his head hung low

The brunette continued to walk until he lazily ran into someone. He stumbled backward and now had an excuse to let out a whimper. He looked up and he was met with brown eyes and tanned skin.

“You okay?” His voice was low like a radio presenter as Dan laughed nervously.

“Yeah, sorry about that!” A whimper escaped his mouth and brushed it off as a cough.

“Are you sure?” Dan was hesitant on answering or nodding, but eventually did.

“Honestly, I’m not feeling the best. I think I caught the flu or something.” Dan said sniffing a little then whimpered, but again played it off as a cough.

“Alright, I think you should go back to your room.” The half Korean said gently and stared down at Dan with sympathy.

“Can you help me?” Dan said in a quiet voice, obviously embarrassed of asking someone to help since it seemed he always had Phil to lean on for a friend, it was foreign asking for other help.

“Yeah sure, one second. I have to tell Jack really quick.” Mark turned around and a moment later him and Sean showed back up and Sean had a sad smile on his face.

“God, I’m sorry. Sickness is really the worst isn’t it?” The Irishman said in a quiet tone and patted Dan on the back.

“If it’s alright I’d love to help you out and maybe get you some ice?” Dan couldn’t help but smile to the Irishman’s gesture.

“That would be lovely, thank you.” Dan said in a shaky voice since he was on his edge and couldn’t do anything about it.

“Alright let’s get you to your room.” Sean said starting to walk off to the elevators, as if he was going on a quest.

“He’s sure optimistic.” Dan said laughing a little looking at Mark. They walked after Sean since he was constantly looking back to see if they were following.

“You can say that again.” Mark chuckled as they made their way over to Sean.

All of them finally got in the elevator and after some small talk was going on between them, Dan found himself getting closer to his fifth high that day and he was over sensitive.

Then all three of them went out of the elevator as soon as it reached the correct floor. They walked to Dan’s room number and Sean continued to give positive thoughts like 'it’ll get better’.

“I’ll get you some ice down the hall and wrap it in a cloth. Should we ring Phil?” Sean asked Dan as they entered the room.

“No!” Dan said quickly. Mark and Sean’s eyes widened as they looked at Dan. That was a first. Dan knew the consequence if he wanted Phil back.

“He’s busy, you know, getting meds. He’ll be back in an hour I suppose.” Dan shrugged slightly, gulping down moans and whimpers from the dumb toy.

“Alright… I’ll be back with some ice.” Sean turned on his feet to walk to the ice department where free ice was deposited.

“If you want, Jack and I can stay with you until Phil comes back.” Mark said as he took the key from Dan’s hand and opened the door with a swipe of the key card.

“That’d be nice, thank you.” Mark opened the door for the brunette as he walked in.

“You should probably take a nap, you seem really tense and tired.” Mark said leaning on the door frame as he watched Dan go to the bed.

“Yeah, okay” Dan was tired and he didn’t want to disagree in the first place. So he got under the white covers and laid his head against the pillows.

He let a whimper escape his lips as the toy was pushed in him when he laid flat. He turned so he was on his right side. His eyes closed and decided to just pretend to sleep and maybe he would. But it was impossible when the toy kept buzzing in him. Luckily, Mark turned an electrical fan on so he wouldn’t be able to hear the quiet moans, or so Dan thought.

Mark sat on a chair that was by a desk. It wasn’t close to the bed. Mark decided to text Phil and ask when he’d be back, just to make sure. The half Korean heard a soft knock at the door. He opened the door and sure enough Sean was standing there with a bucket of ice.

The Irishman opened his mouth to say something, but quickly Mark put a single finger to Sean’s lips. Sean’s eyes widened just slightly as he looked up at Mark. The half Korean leaned in to Sean, so his mouth was right by Sean’s ear.

“You have to be quiet.” Mark whispered so quietly it was almost inaudible. His hot breath against Sean’s ear made the Irishman’s hair on his neck stand up.

Sean nodded and then Mark took the bucket of ice from Sean’s hand and walked over to the table. Sean was still standing there in shock of what just happened, but then slowly walked to the table.

“Go sit down on that chair, I’ll be with you in a minute.” Mark said calmly as he walked to the bathroom to grab a washcloth.

Sean walked over to a nice cushioned chair and stared at Mark and how he took proper care of Dan. At first Sean found it endearing, but then he became a little jealous. Even though he shouldn’t be, it was a minor thing about Sean. But Mark on the other hand, he’d become extremely protective on Sean and became jealous easily.

As soon as Mark was done caring for the British boy he returned to Sean with a faint smile. Sean bit his lip as he looked up at Mark.

“Take care of me now!” Sean whisper-shouted with a pout. He made grabby hands toward Mark and the half Korean couldn’t help, but chuckle.

“Alright, alright.” Mark whispered back as he then leaned over Sean, his hands gripping the armrest.

“What seems to be the problem?” Mark whispered right by the shell of Sean’s ear.

“My boyfriend lives thousands of miles away and I only get to see him every so often and I don’t get to kiss him often and I really want to kiss him…” Sean’s voice trailed off toward the end as his big, ocean eyes stared up at Mark innocently.

“Alright stand up.” Mark instructed firmly and with a snap of his fingers Sean stood up.

“Come here.” Mark said in a whisper and Sean obliged real quick. He stood so close to Mark their chests were pressed against each other’s. Sean was on his tiptoes with a big smile.

Mark smiled slightly before he planted a kiss on Sean’s lips. The Irishman let out a quiet moan into the kiss. It didn’t take long before both of their tongues were included into the kiss. Mark had one hand on Sean’s waist the other wrapped loosely around the back of Sean’s neck. Slowly, Mark pulled his lips away, a small trail of saliva dripping from Sean’s bottom lip.

“Are you going to be my good boy? Hmm?” Mark whispered as the hand on Sean’s waist traveled to Sean’s ass, giving it a firm squeeze. Sean let out a loud moan, not use to this interaction since it had been awhile.

“Baby, you’ve got to be quiet. Dan’s trying to sleep.” Mark whispered against Sean’s ear. The green haired boy nodded his head in response.

“Good boy.” Mark’s voice became deeper and huskier. He sat on the chair and patted his thigh for Sean to sit on. Sean sat down, looking at Mark with bliss filled eyes.

“God you’re hot.” Mark mumbled before his lips attached to Sean’s neck, creating a small bruise. Yet of course Sean was loud, with moans. Mark growled lowly in disapproval.

“Baby, what’d I say hmm?” Mark said gripping Sean’s thigh, the Irishman let out a yelp and of course and Dan wasn’t asleep; he was getting free porn.

“Gotta be-hngh- quiet, but-but-” Sean whimpered as he nuzzled his head into the crook of Mark’s neck.

“Shh baby.” Mark cooed as he replaced his lips back to Sean’s neck and started leaving blotchy hickeys across his neck.

Mark’s hand that was gripping Sean’s thigh slowly cupped around his groin. Sean let out a loud, exaggerated, gasp.

“I said quiet.” Mark warned lowly and Sean continued to moan breathily.

“You’re not being a good boy are you?” Mark growled lowly and then heard a different quiet gasp that didn’t come from Sean.

Dan was repositioning himself so the vibrator hit his prostate that had been abused all day, he let out a whimpered moan.

“Great now I have two whores that need help.” Mark said in the heat of the moment, not really considering that Dan heard everything.

“Well what’s your problem Dan?” Sean asked as he started to grind against Mark’s thigh that he was straddling.

“Ph-Phil put a vibrator in my a-ass.” Dan panted out, too worn out to care about what would happened next, after all the other two were just getting started in front of him.

“I’ll have to call Phil then won’t I? Naughty boy.” Mark shook his head in disapproval and Sean shot an angry pout toward Mark.

“Hey I’m your only princess, just me.” Sean said getting jealous and moaning highly as he batted his long eyelashes.

“That’s right, isn’t it?” Mark smirked palming Sean slowly. Sean’s pink, pale lips hung open slightly, his eyes fluttered close. He let out a high pitched breath that broke.

“I’m sorry daddy, I’ll be a good boy.” Sean moaned and laid his head on Mark’s shoulder.

“Princess, can you dance for me in a few minutes ” Mark smirked as he reached for his phone and found Phil’s contact number.

“Yes daddy.” Sean said as he began to grind his hips against Mark’s thighs.

“Good boy.” Mark praised as he pressed call and heard the ringing go on.

Then Phil picked up.


A/N: Hope you enjoyed part uno! Part two of this is coming (cumming) soon

Dark (Blurb)

A little daddy!Harry fluff to help ease some ticket pains! Hope you enjoy! <3

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Your little girl was scared of the dark.

It was a new development, having only noticed it in the last few weeks. But there had been no indications leading up to the revelation of her fear that would have explained its sudden onset. One night, she was perfectly okay to sleep in her own bed and the next, she was in hysterics the moment you tried to put her down.

It had started one evening when Harry was tucking her in. The lead-up had been totally normal: she had brushed her teeth, gotten into her pajamas and Harry had read her a story. But when he went to switch the light off and give her a kiss goodnight, she had thrown the covers away from her body and wrapped her little arms around his neck.

After a few soothing hugs and a promise that he wasn’t going to leave for a bit, Harry had finally gotten her to admit what was bothering her. She was afraid of the dark and didn’t want to sleep alone.

Harry had opted to stay with her that one night, thinking it was just a one-off thing that would dissipate in the coming days, but it didn’t. You and Harry tried everything; you left her door open so the hall light could shine in, you bought her a princess nightlight that made the walls of her room even brighter than the lamp would have, you opened her blinds so the moon light would shine in, but nothing seemed to work. In fact, her fear intensified over time to the point where she wouldn’t even sleep in her own bed.

It had been countless nights of trying to put her to sleep, only to have it end in screams and cries until Harry finally gave in and let her fall asleep on his chest in the sitting room.

“We can’t keep this up,” you whispered one night, watching your little girl sleep soundly in his arms, “She’s going to have to go back to her room eventually.”

“I know,” Harry mumbled, glancing down at her, “But I hate hearing her cry about it. Breaks my heart that I can’t fix it.”

You left them to sit for a while longer while you got yourself ready for bed. He had his little girl wrapped up in his arms and took a moment to notice just how big she was getting. She was just past four now and Harry could so clearly remember a time when she had fit perfectly in his arms. Now, her legs were flopped and her body was only partially situated on his lap. She was getting big and he knew you were right; this wasn’t something that could go on forever.

Reluctantly, he stood with her and walked to her bedroom, gently pulling back the covers and placing her underneath them. She stirred immediately when he detached her from his arms and whined a bit as she opened her eyes.

“Daddy?”

“Shh, go back to sleep, love. You’re okay.”

It took a few seconds for her to register what was happening, but the moment she realized that she was no longer in Harry’s arms and that he was getting ready to leave the room, her eyes went wide and Harry saw her lip begin to wobble immediately.

“Daddy, no!!” she pleaded, “Don’t go, please! Don’t go, I’m scared!”

She had a tight grip on his arm, so Harry sat down on the edge of the bed to try and sooth her. He sighed when she immediately tried to crawl back on to his lap, but he didn’t force her off.

“Sweetheart, you can’t sleep on daddy’s lap tonight. You need to be a big girl and sleep in your own bed.”

“But I’m scared, daddy!” she repeated, voice near a sob by this point, “It’s dark; I want you to stay!”

“What are you scared of, monkey? Hmm? Can you tell daddy what’s scarin’ you?”

“I don’t like the dark, daddy,” she whimpered, burying her face in his chest.

“Why not, love? The dark can’t hurt you. What’s made you so scared of sleeping on your own lately?”

She was quiet for a moment, and Harry rubbed his hand over her back to try and get her to talk.

“I saw somethin’ scary, daddy,” she answered, very quietly.

Harry frowned. “What did you see?”

“When you and mummy were watching TV, you were watching something with a monster and I saw it on accident.”

Harry thought back to a few weeks ago when the two of you had opted for a little Netflix night, settling on an old horror movie from the 50′s about a werewolf. The movie itself wasn’t scary at all and actually rather silly, but Harry knew that it would have been quite a bit scarier for a four-year-old. He hadn’t known that she had seen any of the movie, but now this explained quite a bit.

“He was walkin’ around in the dark, daddy!” she continued, “If I sleep in the dark, he’ll get me!”

“Oh love,” Harry sighed, “nothing is going to get you, I promise. The monster you saw on the movie wasn’t real. He was just pretend. You don’t have to be scared.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive. Daddy would never let anything get you, I promise. You’re perfectly safe in your bed.”

She still seemed a bit hesitant, but she wasn’t holding on quite as tightly to his neck anymore.

“What do you think? You think you can try sleepin’ in here by yourself tonight like a big girl?”

She paused a moment, but then nodded slowly. Harry exhaled and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

“That’s my good girl.”

He waited for her to slide off of his lap and back to her pillow before he started pulling the blankets up around her.

“Daddy, can you make sure to tuck me in really, really tight?”

“Of course I can.”

He tucked the blanket around her body as snug as he possibly could before leaning down to give her a kiss goodnight.

“I’ll turn your night light on, okay? And if you get scared, mummy and daddy are just down the hall.”

“Okay…”

“You’ll be just fine,” he assured her, kissing her once more, “I love you, monkey.”

“Love you too, daddy.”

She looked a little worried as he left the room, but when Harry went back to check on her about an hour later, he was thrilled to see that she was fast asleep without a care in the world.

I love any episode that fades out on Travis yelling at Matt, “oh, you bastard!”

The show is so good to begin with, but whenever Ashley’s around it just morphs into this whole new level of amazing. What a great little encounter. Matt’s awfully good at scaling the game to suit such a ridiculously strong party—when the smoke-monster-thing appeared, I immediately thought “what single creature is gonna be able to threaten seven characters who are practically demigods at this point?” and it’s like, yeah, of course, that’s a heckuva way to do it.

Dang good misdirection, too—I feel like if the cast had been a little less on-edge due to recent encounters, they could’ve easily been less suspicious than they were (Tary using the mind-reading spell on Ogden would’ve been great if the language thing had worked out). A lot of time was spent building up this idea that maybe part of the Trickfoots’ poor reputation was a sort of self-fulfilling prophecy because nobody trusted them, and everyone was starting to second-guess their own suspicions, which was so well done. In the end, Pike giving J.B. another shot felt like a good compromise between the two main things pulling at her in that resolution, namely “most of your family consists of terrible, manipulative people who are trying to use you and they do not deserve any part of you” versus “you are a cleric of a literal deity of redemption and second chances”. What a complicated mess of emotion. 

The thematic callbacks and running jokes on this show are frighteningly good sometimes. It’s just unreal that it’s all improvised.

Other good little things:

  • Many minutes spent crafting a perfect hat for Grog to wear, and Matt pulling in the chin-strap at the end was too good.
  • Loved the little exchange where Vax gets extremely solemn after handing the gun back to Percy. That realization felt really genuine, and I liked the little shoulder-bump later—they’re slowly starting to understand each other again, which is pretty great.
  • I still can’t get over the sheer cocky style behind making a lightning-zapping mechanical glove and calling it friggin’ Diplomacy.
  • The exchange with Kynan was great, and I love that Vax got Simon back after confirming that Kynan was doing better. I also love that Kynan just… had a belt for a year that turned into a snake one time and he never really questioned it.
  • Everyone’s (but especially Vex’s) indignant reactions to Wilhand not approving of their baked goods. Incredible.
  • Here’s something silly that I’ve been suspicious of since episode 86: it could very well just be excellent and consistent worldbuilding, but that’s the second time now that Matt has pointed out this area near the castle that used to be sort of a dumping-ground for the mining byproducts and has now been reclaimed into a field. In the grand scheme of things it’s probably just a phenomenal bit of detail in terms of terrain that evolves in real time with the plot, but now I’m so nervous waiting for the final arc of the show to kick in (not to mention that dang apocalypse ball that’s been under Whitestone for over sixty episodes) that I’m suspicious of everything. I’d like to roll an insight check on the grass, I guess is what I’m saying.

Mostly I love how much of the fun of this show comes from how much fun the players are clearly having—there was a moment where Sam just sort of laughed in disbelief and whispered, “Matt’s so fucking good.” That they’re still that enthusiastic about the show a couple years into filming three to five hours late on a work night every single week is just so contagious. What a cool phenomenon this show is.

The beauty of a Xedra stream. P.s. Xedcest is bestcest.

Xedra’s Notes:

OKAY NOW I CAN POST THIS <3

I was working on the comic during a livestream and I had to go afk for a bit, and when I do I usually draw something silly on the character I’m working on, hence…this XD Sorry for taking forever to post your submission, dear, didn’t want to leak any possible spoilers that Fatal is actually going super saiyan don’t tell anyone ok <3

Have You Ever

This was born from this request:  How about a blurb where he says I love you for the first time during sex. And you don’t know if he really means it or it’s just sex talk. And then you have to talk about it after.

I gave it a little twist and it’s finally here! I feel like I just gave birth to this one, tbh. Thanks to my beautiful @permanentcross for putting up with me and for giving me the title. Hope you guys enjoy it! xx

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Originally posted by overad

“Have you ever gone bare?”

He almost chokes on the wine he was sipping on before swallowing and coughing profusely, eyes watering with the rattling force of the cough. You’re both sitting in his living room, each on a side of the couch as both your feet are tangled as they meet in the middle – his legs are much longer than yours and his socked feet are also bigger, but he looks cozy in his sweater and you feel warm and comfortable.

The wine had probably gone to your head, you’ve never really been good with holding your liquor, but your curiosity stems from much more than the alcohol that runs through your veins – you’re not even that drunk, so you have to admit that the question comes from a place other than a drunken haze.

“Wh- where did tha’ come from?” Harry asks you, deep frown on his forehead as he rubs the back of his hand against his lips to clean the wine stains and settles his glass on his coffee table.

You shrug, cheeks flaming with embarrassment that you’ll later blame on the wine, when he brings up the topic. “Always wondered…”

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A Lesson in Love (Knight in Shining Armor)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,447

A/N: The tag list for this story is officially CLOSED. Bucky’s blurbs are straight from my journal (with some alterations).

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@avengerstoriesI think this part will forever be my favorite one in the series just because you edited it while sitting right next to me, instead of on the other side of the country.

Originally posted by kingsebastian

The air is filled with the sound of music and the smell of food being cooked. The music might be a little too loud and the strong aroma of food is making your stomach growl, but there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

“Why does Wanda get to pick what we listen to today,” Natasha whines from her spot at the counter where she’s cutting a cucumber.

“Because you chose last time,” Wanda counters. Stirring a pot at the stove leaves her in the perfect position to reach for the radio and raise the volume even louder. Natasha winces and you laugh, finding amusement in all of this.

“I thought girls’ night was supposed to make me happy, not make me wish I was anywhere but here,” the redhead complains. You ignore her, knowing she doesn’t mean it.

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On Love’s Light Wings

Simon runs into Baz before 8th year begins. An unspoken truce is made that leads to Simon realizing he might not hate Baz after all.

As always many thanks to @eroticgropefest for the beta, I don’t know what I would do without her!

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Simon

When Baz left a week later I stayed there alone for the rest of the summer. I hated it. There was nothing to do there without him.

When I finally arrived at Watford for our final year, there was only one thing I could think about. Baz.

As I enter our room I notice that he’s not here yet. I’m usually one of the firsts to arrive so I decide to grab some food and eat it outside.That way I can see when he gets here.

Penny arrives at lunchtime and I ask her to stay outside with me. She tells me all about her summer and when she finishes she asks about mine and I tell her that it was the best summer I have ever had and she looks surprised and starts asking for details. But the only thing I manage to do is start to blush. How do I explain everything that happened? About me and Baz?

And that’s when he shows up, as if on cue.

I ignore Penny as I start to follow him with my eyes. We don’t break eye contact until he stops in front of me. Crowley, I’ve missed him.

“Snow,” he says, cautiously now looking at anything but me.

And I can’t stand it. I haven’t seen him for weeks and he’s looking like he isn’t sure of what to do. So I step closer to him, close enough that I can feel his breath on my face and I notice a small blush forming on his cheeks.

I give him a soft smile before whispering, “are you going to kiss me or what?”

I hear Penny gasp and then Baz closes the space between us. He puts his arms around me and we kiss. I finally let myself relax. I was worried that when he got back he wouldn’t want this That he would pretend that nothing happened between us.

I don’t know how long we stayed there, kissing. But when we stopped for air, Penny was gone.

I decide to grab one of his bags and start to walk but shortly after, he stops me.

“Simon, wait.” When I look back he continues, “are you okay with this?”

“With what?” I ask him.

“Everybody will know. That we’re gay.”

I just shrug. “As long as doing gay stuff in public doesn’t bother you, I’m good.”

He rolls his eyes and extends his hand to me. I lace my fingers with his and we walk inside together.

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After we dropped his things in our bedroom and we snogged for half an hour, we went down for dinner.

Baz said he wanted to talk to Dev and Niall, so we went to separate tables.

Penny was already at our table and I could see all her questions ready to burst. But I couldn’t have this conversation here, where anyone could hear. So before she has a chance to open her mouth I ask her to grab as much food as she can and we come to eat in an empty classroom.

“Okay Simon, spill everything!” she demands as soon as I close the door.

So I tell her everything. About when I arrived at the lake house he was there. How I followed him everyday, and how we started having conversations. How I fell in that bloody cave and he came to rescue me. And how we spend the rest of the week getting to know each other.

When I finish she has a smug expression on her face that makes me blush.

“What?” I ask her, because I thought she would be pissed about this, suspicious that Baz might be plotting something. Instead she’s just giving me a knowing look.

“Well, since fifth year I wondered if there was something more to your need to follow him everywhere, because you have always been a bit obsessed with Baz but that year it was a bit too much.”

I stare at her with my mouth open. Trust Penny to figure everything out.

Then she comes to sit by my side on the floor and puts an arm around me. “Now explain to me how you didn’t see the hole in the cave.”

“I was looking up, trying to see if there were bats in there.” It sounds so silly now when I think of it, but I really like bats I find them quite fascinating.

“So you fell,” she says, laughing lightly.

“Don’t mock me Penny, it was quite dark! Plus, I wasn’t the only one that fell.”

“That’s true you told me that Baz fell too, but you didn’t really explain how you two got out of there.”

“Baz cast a spell that made us fly out of there.”

“What was the spell?”

“He used ‘on love’s light wings’.”

“Oh really?” she asks, looking quite surprised by this revelation and scoffs before adding, “you don’t remember talking about this spell do you? It’s an old spell Simon… one that only a person in love can cast.”

She’s looking fondly at me when I realize what she’s saying. Baz is in love with me.


Baz

In the weeks that I was apart from him, I’d convinced myself that this was all a prank. That there was no way I would come back and he would still want this. But when I arrived in front of him and he asked me to kiss him, I felt like I could finally breath again.

It’s quite late when I finally hear him enter the bedroom. When he reaches his bed he starts to take his clothes off and puts on his pyjama bottoms. When he’s about to enter his bed he pauses and looks at me.

Then he walks to my bed, pulls my sheets up, and crawls into bed with me. I don’t move an inch as he puts his head on my chest and an arm around my waist.

As I feel him relax against me, he finally talks.

“Penny is okay with this. How did it work out with your friends?”

“They’ll come around,” I say, as I put my arm around him.

I start rubbing circles on his back. I still can’t believe that this is really happening. I just want to stay like this forever.

“Baz?” he whispers.

“Yeah?”

“I’m not good at this… I’ve been a terrible boyfriend before but–” he sighs, exasperated, like he’s trying to search for the right words. “But I want to be your boyfriend, your terrible boyfriend. If you want it.”

I do.

So I pull him to me and kiss him, to let him know how much I want this. How much I want him. I think he gets it because he’s smiling between our kisses. The boy that I love is on top of me, kissing me senseless, smiling because he just asked to be my boyfriend.

Aleister Crowley, I’m living a charmed life.


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lilac;

member- yoongi

genre- fluff, au

words- 1,819

summary-  “au where you have a stripe of your soulmate’s hair color on your wrist and if they dye their hair the stripe changes colors” soulmate!au

a/n- !!! im sure you guys have seen this au idea before, but i still hope you like my take on it! btw it is an au, but everything is the same except that people have soulmates. BTS is still famous in this! (this gif was the closest to lilac i could find lol)

Originally posted by classysuga

The club’s lights hurt your eyes, but that may be the liquor talking.

“How long have we been here?” you ask your closest friend, Euna, with a bit of boredom laced between your words. She only shrugs.

“Like an hour. Why?” she asks while taking a swig of her beer. You sigh and shake your head.

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miss-bookworm  asked:

#17 robron please :)

why did you make me say it when you already know?

“Robert, give me the control,” Aaron practically growled, lunging across the couch to swipe at the remote, Robert holding it as far away as he could, a cheeky grin on his face.

“I’m not giving it back until you say it,” Robert said, grateful for the marginal height difference between them as he held the remote out of Aaron’s reach. His husband could most definitely just pin Robert to the cushions and take it by force, he was ten times stronger than Robert was, but he was playing along.

Aaron glared at him, looking positively ridiculous. They were having a lazy evening in, the cold and wet November weather outside not making them want to go to the pub - he had a hoodie on, the hood pulled up around his ears, making him look like the chavvy teenager he used to be, black hoodie and tracksuit pants on.

“You can have all the control of the telly for the rest of the evening if you just say it,” Robert said, waggling the control at Aaron. There was some boring gardening program playing in the background, and Aaron had gotten bored before the title credits had even rolled, demanding they put on Netflix and watch something half decent.

Maybe he was being childish.

Robert was definitely being childish, but he didn’t mind so much. He liked being able to mess with Aaron like this, the silly domesticity of it all making his heart feel lighter in his chest.

After all they’d been through, after everything that it had taken for them to get to where they were now, happy and settled and content, well - a bit of childish silliness wasn’t a bad idea at all.

“I love you,” Aaron said, giving in to Robert’s game, to his demands that Aaron tell him he love him before he handed the remote over.

Robert beamed, passing him the remote. “See? Wasn’t that hard,” he teased, settling back into the middle of the couch, Aaron leaning against him as he turned on Netflix, flicking through their recommendations, somehow still skewed by Liv’s constant secret watching of terrible teen dramas, despite Robert setting her up her own profile. He was so sure she did it to piss him off, now.

Aaron hummed, flicking through tv show, after tv show until he settled on Prison Break, the two of them halfway through a re-watch. “Why did you make me say it?” he inquired, the title credits filling their brand new, overly large television, bought on a whim when Robert had gotten a massive bonus for landing a new client.

“Hm?”

“Why did you make me say it when you already know?” Aaron asked, twisting so he was looking at Robert.

You already know.

Of course he already knew. Robert had always known, even when he hadn’t wanted to admit to it.

Aaron had loved him for so much longer than Robert deserved, loved him with longing looks and soft eyes and an open heart.

Still, he was only human, and he wanted to hear it sometimes, hear the words, rather than feel them.

Robert shrugged, ducking his head to hide the flush that had risen in his cheeks as Aaron had questioned him, questioned his reason for the silly game they’d just played. “I just like hearing you say it aloud, I guess.”