anonymous asked:

Can I request Tanaka's Iwaizumi's Bokuto's and Matsukawa's girlfriends come home from a long stressful day and they both soak together in a hot bath for a while and she falls asleep in his arms?

I’m putting Tanaka’s and Bokuto’s here. I’ll post Iwaizumi’s and Matsukawa’s in another post!!

Tanaka: Both of you have been for a while in the warm water, your boyfriend washing your head in small circles, making you relax slowly. You seriously thought the day was never going to end, so when you arrived home, you threw yourself in his arms.

“What do you think of a warm bath?” he said while he hugged you “I can prepare it for you”. And he did, but when you were taking off your clothes, you told him to stay with you. You saw a blush crept up his cheeks immediately, as he nodded nervously, and you laughed a little at how cute he was.

Now, as he finished washing your hair, he started making massages to your shoulders, just for you to start making content sounds. “Mhh Ryu… thanks for this” you said, a soft sigh escaping your lips.

He continued on making his ministrations, and he started noticing how your weight was coming to him. Finally, your back found his chest, and he noticed your closed eyes and peaceful expression.

As he carried you to your bedroom, he was thinking of how lucky he was, being able to have you that way.

Bokuto: He knew he was strong. He had to be strong. He would not take advantage of you while you were asleep. He would not touch you now.

But why did you have to keep moving in your sleep and grind against him?

When you arrived home late from work and threw yourself on the bed, face against the pillow, he knew your day had been exhausting. So, he suggested taking a bath to help your body and mind relax a little.

What he never intended, was for you to fall asleep and for him to have indecent thoughts when you were in that helpless state.

So, he decided to get you both out of the water and lay with you on the bed. After a while, his friend down there and his mind had finally calmed down, and he fell asleep hugging you.

When you woke up, you couldn’t move at all, and after a few moments you got out of your daze, and slowly rolled to the side, just to find Bokuto, who was still asleep.

Slowly, you started whispering his name “Bokuto, heeeeeeeey” when he didn’t move, you continued “Bo, won’t you wake up?” and he started moving “Hey there love, can you hear me?”

He slowly opened his eyes and blinked a few times. His eyes focused on you, and you noticed them getting darker. He started planting kisses all over your face, and then hungry kisses on your lips.

“You’re bad (Name), first, you fell asleep on my arms, and then you start grinding against me” and he proceed to kiss you on your neck “and I was there, not being able to do anything, and you were looking like a goddess, all beautiful… but asleep”

He rolled you in a way that you finished trapped in between his arms again, but he was on top “Now you have to give me a reward, for being such a good and patient boyfriend” he said, his voice full of lust.

  • Rin: *can't find Haruka in the crowd* Where is he? Well, time for drastic measures...
  • Rin: *cupping hands around mouth* RIN MATSUOKA IS SUCH A JACKASS, NO ONE NEEDS HIM!
  • Haruka: *from across the street* WHO SAID THAT?!
  • Rin: There he-
  • Makoto: Why would you say something like that?!
  • Nagisa: Say that to my face, you jerk!
  • Rei: I've never heard something so rude!
  • Nitori: Senpai is a good person, how could you?!
  • Momo: Shut up, YOU'RE the jackass!
  • Seijuurou: Who's the asshole saying stupid things?!

“And when you fail to solve them, and lay blubbering like an ignorant child on the floor, you will know…that The Riddler... is better than you.”

  • Arthur: *Looses Merlin in the heat of battle*
  • Arthur: *Yells over the fighting* Arthur Pendragon doesn't deserve to be king
  • Merlin: *magicks his way through a wall and probably most of the army* WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY???
  • Arthur: There he is! Wait Merlin, did you just use magic?
  • Merlin: Noooooo...what makes you say that?
Letting Go

Prompt: Can you make a prompt about emily finding out about alison and lorenzo then they have the “talk”.

Set after 6x05, warning for angst ahead.

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sansa/margaery prom au

sansa is the transfer student at king’s landing high school. margaery is the edgy girl from her drama class with the undercut and the smile that makes sansa’s heart race a little. prom is approaching and it looks like sansa’s asshole ex might actually succeed in asking margaery - until margaery shows up at sansa’s place the night before with a plate of lemon cookies and a question. sansa thought she shook her penchant for fairytales a long time ago, but apparently she’s still a sucker for a happy ending.

Then Don't Say Anything...

He’s not sure what to say. The quiet in the car is a thick, suffocating presence. The only thing he’s sure of is that Cas is goddamned idiot.

The words resound in Dean’s head, “I’m in love with you…”  He regrips the steering wheel and tries not to watch Cas from the corner of his eye.

The blade and the mark had flipped a switch for him, reality warping sideways to make him a monster. The thing that shocked him back to himself? Cas’ voice… and those damning five words that he can feel in the pit of his stomach.

So far, he’d said nothing in response. Shifting in the seat uncomfortably, he hears the dying angel on his right do the same.


Making a nearly subconscious decision, Dean wrenches the steering wheel to the right, swerving the car to the gravel shoulder. The road they’re on is a county highway that follows some river.

Slamming the breaks, he shoves the gear into park and takes a breath. “Get out of the car.”

“Dean?” Cas asks quizzically.

Instead of answering, Dean exits himself, slamming the heavy door behind him and beelining for the open expanse of the hilltop overlooking the river. Goddamnit, he needs the fucking space. The car, and the words in his head are choking him.

The muted crunch of dry grass alerts him to Cas’ steps, moving in beside him.

They stand there looking off towards the sun, now orange more than yellow, as it lowers towards the horizon.

Rubbing a hand over his mouth, Dean breaks the silence, his voice rough, “Why?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why me? All I’ve done is ruin your life from the get-go. You’ve died because of me, been tortured because of me. Jesus, Cas… I’m the absolute worst thing that’s ever happened to you.”

Nervously, Dean brushes his hand over his head, trying to imagine being somewhere that wasn’t this conversation.

“You taught me what it meant to be human, Dean. I don’t know when exactly it began, or exactly why, but it is what it is. You don’t have to say anything.”

When Dean can’t seem to piece words together, Cas looks down at the ground. “If you want, you can pretend I never said anything at all.” The pain in his voice is unmistakable. It crushes Dean.

Readying himself for any possibility, he turns to the left, taking in Cas’ profile. “I don’t know what to say.”

Cas looks at him, eyes depthless. “Then don’t say anything.”

Stomach in knots, Dean throws his arm around his friends’ shoulders and drags him closer. He might be losing his mind, but yeah, this is happening.

The look on Cas’ face is priceless when he moves in breath-sharing close. With his heart lodged in his throat, he goes for it.

The kiss he gives Cas is a mixture of things he doesn’t know how to say. The touch is warm, relaxing and exhilarating all at once. It’s peace and fireworks, and it’s incredible. He pours the years of unspoken tension between them in that one kiss. Hesitantly, he passes his tongue over Cas’ lips, asking for just a little more.

Inside, he’s screaming that he shouldn’t be doing this, that he’s bad for Cas, that this whole thing is crazy. But it’s been too long, too much has happened, and the bad keeps coming for them. One day there won’t be time for this.

Cas’ mouth opens to let him in, and he gives it his all, losing himself in the moment that he never dared to imagine might happen. Both of them let go of a relieved moan, like they’ve wanted this for too long, and it nearly hurts to finally get it, thinking back on all the lost opportunities.

He draws back finally when he needs to breathe, having frozen vital functions for the kiss. Opening his eyes, finding Cas still so close, it hurts his chest.

“I’m not all that good with words,” he says.

Cas smiles brightly. “The alternative was very much acceptable.”

“Yeah?” Dean smirks.

“Oh yeah.”

Together, they let out a much needed laugh, tension rolling free of their shoulders. There’s no telling where it goes from here. The damn mark still plagues him, Cas’ grace is still failing. But now, standing together watching the sun go down, the only thing on his mind in the warmth of Cas beside him, and how he doesn’t know why he waited this long for it.

They may not have much time left. 


“You know what they say… feed.”
“Because they really really go to school.”
“Yeah well… tough.”
“Because I said so that’s why.”
“You know why Stone Cold can’t grow hair? Because he’s bald.”
“Oh would you pack it in?”
“What’s her name from Beetlejuice? Wydoda?”
“Then I would run upstairs whenever the Daleks came on telly.”
“I’m gonna feckin hit you in a minute.”
“That crime show? ASCI? No? CS.. CSI!”
“I changed it to mermaids because the picture was fuzzy.”
“If mum wakes up… god help you.”
“I’m hungry and don’t know what I want.”
“Who ate all my nuts?”
“Do you want them in the oven, or oven is grilled?” 

How About Cuddling Some Zico....

So like imagine he rushes home because you just got the most terrible news or maybe today was the day from hell and he’s watching you pace around explaining everything and nothing at all because he can’t really understand what you’re saying under your sobs but there’s no way in hell he’ll make you repeat it. All he knows that whatever’s going on or whatever happened is terrible and he needs to listen attentively and hold you hand when you reach for him. Now he’s not a big cuddle person in my opinion, but it’s probably because he’s never been cuddled right before so at first he’s kinda just ghosting around you until you finally catch on and nuzzle into him more pulling him closer to you and releasing all the tension in his spine and he’s starting to understand that he won’t break you if he just holds you a little harder, and a little more- and before you know it the tension is releasing from your spine too and you sigh in relief because damn it was building up you thought you’d snap in two from the pressure but somehow it’s been washed away. And you sigh deeply into his chest and cry a few more tears till until your eyes a too raw and he’s getting fancy on you rubbing circles into your shoulders and kissing your forehead because he’s confident in caring for you- he knows now that he didn’t need to have an answer for your sorrows he just needed to be willing to listen to them and you marvel at him because he’s not used to this he’s used to you being able to take care of yourself but every now and then this feeling, Jesus he’s going to crave it now. The synchrony between you is on another level because he doesn’t rattle on about what to do next he just simply says “I’m here-” and it’s not something he read somewhere in a stupid list of things to say when you don’t know what to say, he genuinely means that he is here with you right now in this moment feeling everything you’re feeling because he’s watched every single one of your vertebrae unhinge itself under his touch and he truly believes in his ability to take on the world with you. And you’re beaming because it’s so much more than him being considerate, it’s him being a man living up to a promise he never had to say out loud. And you’re both in a state of bliss giggling like fools with faces pressed so close to each other you can see the laugh lines forming in his eyes and you think for the first time in your life that the horrors of this world aren’t so terrifying after all.

004. morning kisses | pjm

morning kisses
[Pairing] Jimin | Reader
[Genre] Fluff, Drabble
[Word Count] 731

The morning breeze tickling your nose was what first caught your attention as you were slowly dragged from your slumber.  The second thing was just how cold you were because yet again, Jimin had stolen the duvet.  The third was the light making the back of your eyelids just a bit more red than black.  Lastly, was the absence of a familiar weight around your midsection.

Blinking and struggling to adjust to the light trickling through the open window (thankfully the thin curtains were down, somewhat shielding you from the onslaught of UV rays), you turned your head to see a mess of black hair and swollen red lips.  Just the sight made you smile; you turned your whole body just so you can look at the boy next to you.

Jimin’s hair was everywhere, and thankfully it was just short enough that it didn’t cover his eyes (well, it wouldn’t if they were open).  It looked just as silky as you knew it felt, having ran your hands through it just the night before.  You wanted to do it again but withheld the urge: you didn’t want to wake him up just yet.

His head was securely tucked into his pillow, his arm curled under it to keep it close, and the duvet was pulled up to his chin.  The only indication of his tight grasp on it was the way it scrunched up a little further down from the top, exactly where it was tucked under his side so it wouldn’t move.  The arm that usually would be resting lazily across your stomach was up, it’s hand pressed against his chin and the bottom of his lip.  It only served to make his lips fuller, if that was possible.

His lips.  Red and swollen, they were pursed ever so slightly, almost as if he were pouting, with a small gap inbetween.  At random moments when he’d jerk in his sleep, they’d pop out a tiny bit more, practically begging for your attention.  It took everything within you not to lean over and press your own lips against his, just to feel the cracks and rough patches on them before he covered his lips in lip balm.

With his lips pursed, the hollows of his cheeks—the right side with a small breakout, almost too light to be noticed, even without makeup—sucked in a tiny bit.  It did nothing to hide the puffiness of his cheeks, though.  You never quite knew why, but every morning his face seemed to be puffier than usual.  You didn’t mind; it was one of many things you absolutely adored about him.

His delicate eyelashes rested against the tops of his cheeks, somewhat covering the purplish bags from all the nights he spent up in the practice room, memorizing choreography with Hoseok so they could help the other members learn it.  You remember many caffeine charged nights spent waiting for him, just so you could let him fall asleep with you holding him.  Whenever he was exhausted, he always became the little spoon, no matter what, and you were okay with it.

The only sound in the room was that of his soft snoring, almost quiet enough to be mistaken as simply breathing.  You had barely even noticed that you were holding your breath, as if just the sound of it could wake him—ridiculous really, considering you knew just how hard it was to wake him up.  So, as you let out a breath, a lazy smile found its way onto your lips, and you leaned forward.

As you got closer, you noticed he had forgotten to take his earrings out.  Even closer and you noticed the small bit of drool at the corner of his mouth.  Closer still, and you could feel his soft breath, steady and warm against your skin.  Your lips softly touched his, unable to hold yourself back, and as your eyes fluttered closed, his fluttered open.

He leaned in, and it wasn’t long before you found yourself underneath him: his firm, bare chest pressing against yours and your palms flat against it.  Jimin pulled back, his large, warm eyes gazing down at you with a small smile playing on his lips.  You giggled softly, leaning up to catch his lips again in a quick peck, uncaring that both of you probably had horrible morning breath.

“Well, good morning to you, too.”

honestly I’m putting a hard “no” on reblogging any gifs that look like they might be from a bootleg of Hamilton (and any other things that look like they be from a bootleg)

Lin has asked us to be patient. He’s going to do his best to get us what we want, a recording to watch. He’s asked us directly to not make/watch bootlegs. I know it’s hard to wait and all we want is more content from the show but…

He’s given us so much with this musical already. Please respect that. It’s rare we get such a close connection to creators like this. I know it’s hard, especially in theatre fandoms where a disregard for the law is extremely common place, but hold back. We can wait for it.

Steve/Bucky Warrior!AU

Bucky and Steve are both boxers, but a couple of months ago Bucky suffered from a severe blow to the head and ever since doesn’t remember who he is or that he was once best friends and more with Steve. All Bucky knows is that he’s good at fighting and can at least make a living out of it. So he does.

In the beginning, Steve tried everything to make him remember, to make him see who he was and always will be in his eyes, but all attempts failed and even drove them apart in the end. Steve realised that he did more damage than good and backed away, though never too far as he still kept an eye on Bucky and his actions. He could never fully let go.

Steve never stopped fighting nor did Bucky as they both went their seperate ways. ‘Till one day they both walked the same path that lead to a bigger game. A mixed martial arts tournament with the top 16 fighters of the world where the winner takes it all; 5 million dollars. 

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