because the only thing i can do is fluff

Slytherin x Ravenclaw

- first of all, sytherin is absolutely adorable. like puppy-in-a-tea-cup adorable

- except the puppy is a pit bull and it’s angry 

- so like cute as hell and kind of terrifying 

- ravenclaw is weird; they spend more time in their own head than in the real world

- *stubs toe* “oh fudge

- has a weird fashion sense that they get bullied for

- until slytherin secretly took the bullies aside and threatened to shove their wands so far up their asses they sneeze splinters

- definitely partners in crime 

- like they would be notorious for their pranks, worse than Fred and George 

- slytherin would have sadistic glee in coming up with them

- ravenclaw figures out the logistics. nothing is more satisfying than seeing that marshmallow fluff land exactly where they wanted it to 

- most things they do are out of boredom 

- “hey so I found this in the potion stores the other day—" 

- "baneberry potion? dude, you could kill a city with that shit.”

- *smirks like the grinch* “I know." 

- they would skip a lot of class, but only because they know everything already 

- slytherin being protective of ravenclaw

- *hugs slytherin*

- “um”

- “..”

- “ok this can stop now”

- *hugs them tighter*

- “..ok”

- ravenclaw getting really excited about the nerdiest things, like figuring out a new potion or seeing a rare butterfly

- and slytherin just smiles and thinks they look so adorable

- not being very into PDA, but they always link pinkies whenever they’re next to each other

- braiding each other’s hair and taking it really seriously

- “I’m so glad we hate all the same people”

Behind These Walls | Jungkook

Scenario: You’re sleeping on my best friend’s couch while your house is being renovated and you have really weird habits like attempting to sing opera in the shower and you keep eating all of my cheerios
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 4,044
Author’s Note: I wrote a majority of this story during my classes on the back of worksheets and scraps; because let’s be honest, Jungkook is way more interesting than any psychology lecture


When you first meet Jeon Jungkook, you aren’t entirely sure if you like him or not.

But, then again, it could be because the pair of you had met under extremely unusual circumstances—the unfolding of an awkward introduction that had been partially your fault.

Okay, maybe it had been mostly your fault.

But, in your defense, it isn’t everyday you enter the apartment belonging to your best friend and throw yourself upon the couch, only to find that it is already occupied by a strange figure—one that is much too tall and lanky to be a certain Kim Taehyung.

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Drabble Prompt: Isak and Even Sitting in a tree...

This work of crack fluff mess can only be blamed on @softestisak who has been hounding me about it for like 2 weeks. Here you go, dearest :P

(now i really wish I could draw because I want the two of them up in a tree more than life)


If there was ever one thing Isak could say about Even Bech Naesheim, it was that he was never boring.

“What’s the weather like down there?”

And Isak is dumbstruck with his hand over his eyes to block the sun but even the bright rays aren’t doing anything to cloud the sight in front of him.

Isak chokes out something of a laugh. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Even leans back, feet dangling unassumingly as his back hits the trunk of a giant oak tree. Only Even is not a normal person who would just oh-so-casually be sitting in front of the tree.


He has to be the idiot who climbs the sucker. Who climbed the tree and is now sitting contentedly on a branch a good 10 feet up from the grass, looking like he hadn’t a care in the world.

That was Even Bech Naesheim.

“When I got your text, I was assuming a picnic or maybe that you were going to sketch something out here.”

“Ah Isak,” Even tilts his head back and closes his eyes for a few gentle moments. When he opens them again- well he has never looked so free, “You should know by now to expect the unexpected.”

“Are you stuck?”

Even laughs, but doesn’t reply.

What he does do, however, is kick his shoe at Isak; nearly nailing him the chest (thank god for quick reflexes,) Isak holds up the offending shoe in victory.

Even pats the spot next to him, “Let’s go.”

“What?” Isak looks around, “Me? Up there? No?”

“Why not?”

“’Why not,’ he asks,” Isak says, pitching his voice lowly, “Um- because I don’t want to die?”

“Come on, baby. If I can get up here so can you.” Even pauses and the corners of his mouth tilt up, “Unless you’re too scared?”

Isak rolls his eyes, “No- I know what you’re doing. You’re trying to psych me out; make me feel like I want to go up there to prove something.” 

“Oh,” Even leans his head back and shuts his eyes again, pulling down a pair of Isak’s sunglasses down from the crown of his head, “Suit yourself down there.”

Well then.

Isak stands there for approximately a minute and a half.

“Fuck.” And he throws his backpack down, making for the trunk of the tree. The climb isn’t too bad; really it only takes like five moves maximum before he’s slinging himself onto the same branch. 

Even grins and slides the sunglasses back up, “Look at you.”

“I’m going to die,” Isak looks down and shuts his eyes, “Can this branch hold us?”

“I guess we’ll find out.”

“That’s comforting.” Isak takes a breath and leans back against the trunk, turning his head ever so slightly to look at his boyfriend, “Halla. Why are we in a tree?”

Even shrugs, “I planned a picnic- the food is down there on the other side- 

“I knew it.”

“-but then I just wanted to feel like I was above the ground for a little while. It’s weird to explain.”

Isak lets out a small puff of air through his nose, “Not it’s not. Makes sense.”

“It does, doesn’t it?”

Isak scooted over the tiniest bit, barely holding in undignified squeaks when the branch shakes a bit with effort, but finally stops when his thing is pressed firmly up against Even’s.

Even glances at Isak’s face. “Hi.”

And then something passes over his face and he’s laughing hard enough to shake the surrounding branches. Isak clamps down on the trunk, “What the fuck?”

“Sorry, sorry,” Even inhales, “I just though- you know that children’s song? The one about kissing in a tree?”

Isak looks at him like he’s crazy, “What?”

“You know,” Even hums, “Isak and Even sitting in a tree…”

He trails off and waits for Isak to fill in the blanks…

“Oh that one,” Isak laughs a bit too, stopping when the branch moves again, “K- I- S-S-I-N-G.”

Even’s eyes are bright as he reaches out a hand to smooth down Isak’s cheek, before cupping the back of his neck and pulling him in a bit. Just enough to brush his lips across Isak’s.

When he pulls back, Isak is soft and smiley. “Wasn’t that just adorable? Eskild would be melting. We should Instagram this.”

Runaway : Jason Blossom Pt. 4

Part One  Part Two  Part Three

Request: Omg I just read your jughead imagine and it haves me thinking, can you do a one shot thing of Jason Blossom not really being dead and sneaks into the reader’s bedroom in the middle of the night or something too explain to her why he faked his death (you can make up the reason because I’m not that clever) but yeah it’s just really sad and full of fluff idk I’m weird.

a/n: OKAY GUYS!!!!! This installment dives a little into Fp and Y/N’s, I don’t want to say relationship, but that is really the only way to put it. Now, this story can go on for quite some time. That being said, I could also go more into what happened in the month leading up to Y/N finding out Jason was alive in maybe a spin off?!?! I also might put this up on Wattpad should I do enough parts!!! You know what to do: send feedback, like and reblog the shit out of this part! and as always I love you guys. xx, aubree.

(p.s. I might do a little contest for this fic….I’ll keep you posted.)

warnings: an attack leading to an almost sexual assault (READ WITH CAUTION) 

word count: 1,012 (it’s short…sorry guys)

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The only Tragic Thing abut her is her love life - Part Three (Remus Lupin x Reader)

Part Three 

Fandom: Harry Potter, Marauders Era

Pairing: Reader x Remus Lupin

Warnings: Fluff and implied smut I guess??? 

(This is the last part I can do because I really have nothing else to write about this…)

Word Count:1.2k 

Part One

Part Two

After a bit of arguing you finally convinced the Marauders and Lily to leave you and Remus alone and the second they left the room Remus grabbed his wand putting a spell on the door so the two of you wouldn’t be interrupted again.

“Remus I just want stay in bed all day” You whined, your voice being quiet since you just woke up.

“Y/N we can’t stay in bed all day but another hour won’t hurt”

You smiled sleepily and nuzzled your head into his chest as he placed a kiss atop your head.

You closed your eyes trying to avoid the sunlight poking through the curtains.

You and Remus had silly conversation, talking about when you were younger and your favorite things. Remus admitted he used to watch you a lot in potions, but you were so oblivious to it that you never caught him, the thought of this made your heart feel all warm.

So much had changed for you in the past week and you couldn’t be more happy you confessed this to him “I’m so happy to have actual friends now it makes every day so much better” Remus didn’t respond so you removed your head from his chest and looked into his eyes “Rem what’s wrong” he looked away from your eyes “We aren’t, I mean were not just friends Y/N are we? I mean that’s not what you want is it?” you kissed him in response, the kiss ended up being more intense than you intended, you pulled away “does that answer your question?” Remus smiled and kissed you again.

You went back to dumb conversations and you were still wearing Remus’ shirt, meaning he was still shirtless with nothing but your hair and the bed sheet covering his chest. You started tracing circles on his chest and then you traced over his scars.

He tensed up a bit from the touch and you looked at him but he wasn’t present, his eyes showed he was somewhere else and this instantly brought a bit of fear into your heart. When Remus talked about his childhood he never mentioned the source of these scars and you gained enough courage to ask him about them

“Hey Rem?” he zoned back in and looked at you “Mum” he responded lazily “How did, uh how did you get these scars?” you questioned as you continued to run your small fingertips over them.

Remus shifted and sort of made a space between the two of you, you wanted to pull him back towards you but you felt he needed the space.

When he didn’t answer you questioned further “Remus did someone do this to you? Wait are you an Animagi or something because I Know Sirius is.” Remus questioned “wait how do you know that about Sirius” You just laughed and recalled the memory from a couple days ago “Remember the other night when Sirius snuck some fire whiskey, on a Wednesday night might I add and I helped him get back to your guy’s room?” Remus looked at you and nodded so you continued “well as I was helping him up the stairs he said, his exact words “these stairs would be much easier for my dog self, I could do two steps at a time” he was too drunk for me to question him then but the next day I asked him about it and he just told me”. Remus sighed, he felt a bit more relaxed knowing your opinion of Sirius had faltered at his secret but Remus’ was much worse.

Remus simply nodded again but he didn’t seem to be upset so you decided to ask him again “Remus? Are you gonna answer me? I won’t make fun of you or judge you I promise” as you said these words to him you grabbed his hand and started rubbing your thumb lightly over the top of it.

Remus didn’t want to tell you this secret so early on but he also didn’t want to start your relationship on lies, he wasn’t sure how to tell you. “Y/N look, I understand if you don’t want to be with me once I tell you this, but the way you look at me now, with those soft kind eyes, I don’t want to change that.” You pulled him close to you now and ran your fingers through his hair. “Oh Remus I promise I won’t leave”.

The moment was dreading on too long for him so he decided to get it over with “the scars are from me, and well from Sirius partly too, and the rest of the marauders. Y/N I’m not an Animagi, I’m much worse, I’m a monster and I “you cut him of remembering your conversation from last night, everything just clicked, the reason why he was called moony and why he got so happy last night when you talked nicely about werewolves, it’s because he was one. “Remus I understand now you don’t have to say it if you don’t want to” Remus had a tear threatening to escape his eyes “ No Y/N I’m a werewolf it’s who I am and I can’t escape it , I can’t hide from the word” you hugged him tighter “Remus I’m not going to leave you because of something you can’t control, it’s okay”

Remus relaxed into your embrace and sighed “ but what if I hurt you?” you just smirked a little and looked at him “ I can defend myself, anyways you did the complete opposite of hurting me last night” you rubbed your hand up his chest “Y/N I just told you my biggest secret and your thinking about sex” you put your hands up in defense “ I can’t help it you look so cute with your sleepy bed head laying in front of me shirtless” Remus chuckled and sarcastically said “Yeah and all my wonderful scars” you wiggled a little to get yourself lower on the bed and kissed one of his scars “there’s nothing wrong with your scars , I will kiss each one if that will make you feel better”

Remus pulled you back up to his face “or you could just kiss me?” you obliged happily kissing him and wrapping your hands around neck until you pulled away “Remus that hour is almost up” Remus just shushed you with another kiss “I take back what I said earlier, another two hours wont hurt us, which gives us another hour to do whatever you’d like” You kissed him again deepening the kiss “I’m gonna call you moony now that I know the meaning behind it”  Remus flipped you over so he was on top and grinded into you “No you’re not!” you just laughed and let out a fake moan “oh Moony, Please!”. Remus silenced you with a kiss “Now if you don’t want your love life to become a tragedy again you won’t call me that anymore Y/N”. You just giggled “Ooh he’s got a bite and a bark to match”.

Short Announcement and HC

How about the RFA reacting to a bitter MC since the RFA once remarked that they’re not trustworthy and MC took it to heart? And then the RFA attempts to win them over? I need the angst and fluff.

Hey everybody! Uh, sorry for the disappearance hehe… well, Admin Mazz and I had things to deal with in school, and I hope you can all understand that it can take a while to get back on track when it comes to grades! (The only reason why we were gone) We really didn’t plan on disappearing for so long… We really do mean it when we say sorry! And, I’m apologizing on Admin Mazz’s behalf, due to the fact that she felt too overwhelmed to continue writing for the blog, especially because she feels she can’t keep up with school and the blog simultaniously. She’s not gone forever, though! Don’t worry! She’ll be there to type the NSFW stuff, since I’m only here for the fluff ^w^ But! I hope you guys won’t mind me taking over the blog a little bit! It’s good to be back everybody! I’m planning on posting a HC or scenario once a day! Enjoy, Anon, and sorry it took so long! :D ~Admin Lily


  • Jaehee really didn’t mean any harm this angel is so precious and would never try to hurt someone’s feelings on purpose
  • But, she didn’t know MC at the time, so she said something that might have been unnecessary
  • MC just was trying to get to know Jaehee who wouldn’t want to get to know her?
  • “Hm, I don’t think I should tell you anymore about myself too much. You aren’t exactly trustworthy.”
  • Poor, sensitive MC untrustworthy?!
  • Well it’s not like she can trust you either, Jaehee! Don’t hate me for this angel it was requested
  • “Sorry for trying to be friendly.” She’d say coldly
  • First impressions are important people
  • Jaehee is so disappointed to see MC getting along with literally everyone else except her later
  • All because MC took her caution to heart
  • Jaehee tries to make amends
  • “Hey, MC! Been awhile since we talked, just us”
  • “There are reasons why” forgive her, MC she means well I promise
  • Jaehee would apologize for what she said, explaining how she “didn’t mean to hurt MC or offend her in any way”
  • She’s also explains that when they first met, she wanted to protect herself just in case
  • But, now she would like a second chance at being her friend because she sees how kind and genuine she truly is
  • Atta girl Jaehee how can she not love you
  • Well, Jaehee’s MC is easily moved by her persistence and kind words
  • And, after she’s been apologized to, MC forgives her pretty easily
  • Not best friends right away, but
  • Friends all the same


  • Yoosung is very trusting, so of course Mama Baehee Jaehee warned him of the dangers of a hacker, like MC, while MC tried to explain herself and he immediately became terrified
  • What evil plot could this girl be forming?!?!?!?
  • “Wat do yoy want!1??!” He’d ask, complete with spelling errors and all
  • MC continued to try and explain her situation, but Yoosung didn’t believe a word
  • Jaehee’s thinkin “this is what I get for trying”
  • Whenever someone would talk to MC, Yoosung would say “careful” or “watch out”
  • Of course, not being trusted and having things go against Yoosung’s MC would make her feel stressed, irritated, and frankly just hurt
  • She didn’t mean to get here, but here she was
  • Finally, things calmed down, but Yoosung, now paranoid, continuously called MC “untrustworthy” and told her “not to do anything bad becuz I got my eye on u”
  • my not-so macho man <3
  • MC shows her true self to everyone else, staying away from Yoosung to try and avoid conflict
  • He did think she was evil after all, and that hurt her a lot
  • Yoosung began to feel guilty when Jaehee started to tell Yoosung to tone things down
  • “She seems safe now. She seems nice and sweet, so go easy on her, okay?”
  • Maybe he overeacted
  • “maybe”, Yoosung?
  • He’d apologize for being so paranoid and ask if he could try again
  • MC, being understanding and sweet, she accepted his apology and agreed like how can she not forgive him he’s precious
  • But, she’d bring it up to tease him a lot
  • “Watch out, Yoosung! We both know I’m not trustworthy.”
  • “You’re still mad at me for that;;;;”


  • Well, of course, Zen’s a lonely little sinnamon roll
  • So, if he had known MC was a girl, maybe he wouldn’t have been as mean
  • When MC was trying to explain her situation, Zen wouldn’t have anything to do with her
  • “He must be a stalker or a hacker! He can’t be trusted! What do you really want?!? How did you get here???”
  • MC’s obviously an angel innocent and didn’t do anything wrong, so she immediately becomes frustrated, trying to defend herself
  • When Seven texts, “itsagirl” the tables turn
  • Nice goin there pal
  • “Oh… a girl?”
  • “Yes,” MC would send bitterly, “I am, and I’m no stalker or hacker!”
  • Of course, everything’s just a big misunderstanding, but Zen’s MC holds grudges
  • Once she joins the RFA, she literally ignores Zen’s messages all together and it lasts for a while
  • Everyone gets to know MC better except Zen
  • Especially Trust-Fund kid
  • Trust-Fund kid gets to talk to the cute girl, but he doesn’t
  • Like, no he won’t let that happen
  • He finally has had enough of it: “MC, you can’t ignore me forever! I’m apart of the RFA, just like you! Please, give me a chance;; I’m really sorry! I’ll make it up to you, princess! I promise!;;;”
  • MC tries so hard to stay mad but he sends a selfie of himself pouting
  • Of course, he’s too handsome to turn down
  • “Fine!” MC would say, “but, just because you’re handsome, doesn’t mean you can insult me willy-nilly! Don’t call me princess either”
  • “Yes, ma’am ;)”


  • Okay, for being raised in a rich family, Jumin has bad manners
  • I’m not talking about table manners
  • I mean he has no filter
  • Like not even joking
  • Of course, he’s literally the most suspicious out of all of them since MC really wasn’t supposed to be there
  • Zen and Yoosung being adorable: “IT’S A GIRL??”
  • “Stop it, you too. Just because she’s a girl doesn’t mean she’s not here for malicious intend. She can’t be trusted.”
  • Um excuse me?
  • “But, I just saw this app in the App Store,” MC would try to defend herself, “and some guy led me to this apartment”
  • Jumin’s MC is literally afraid of almost nothing so she’s ready to fight if she has to
  • “You don’t even know me, I’m trying to tell you what happened!” MC would continue to say, “maybe I’ll just go”
  • The others Zen and Yoosung immediately went against her leaving because they needed to get things figured out like how she got there and what to do about it
  • She was in Rika’s apartment after all
  • Things eventually get sorted out, but when Jumin offered for her to join, she literally just replied, “not if you’re asking, trust-fund kid.”
  • MC ain’t scared of nothing you don’t openly insult someone like Jumin unless you aren’t afraid to die
  • Jumin’s shocked. No one has ever talked to him like that
  • “Well,” MC would continue, “I was told I was ‘untrustworthy’ and ‘malicious’. Maybe, I would make you feel unsafe if I joined
  • Goin straight for the ego
  • “Well, we don’t need you here. I know I’d be perfectly safe where I am because of my guards.”
  • “Aww, you need guard to protect you, Prince Charming? That’s cute”
  • Jumin’s talking to V like “I don’t think this is worth it”
  • V’s like “no, Jumin, she’s joining”
  • “…Look, I’m willing to apologize for my harsh words, but only for V because I trust his judgement.”
  • “Well,” MC would tease, “seems mostly genuine. Because I like your face, and I like everyone else here, I’ll forgive you and join.”
  • Um, okay? She’s strange Don’t lie Jumin you think she’s pretty cool
  • And, of course, he’ll have to admit later that she’s pretty amazing


  • Seven isn’t supposed to trust anyone like
  • He’s agent 707, Defender of Justice, after all, he has to always be on guard
  • He immediately becomes interested in MC, due to the fact that he had no idea how she was there in the first place
  • she must’ve been a really good hacker
  • “Hang on, I’ll track the IP…Huh? Rika’s house??”
  • Of course, MC was already suspicious for being in the chat, but to be in Rika’s apartment…
  • “Careful, guys, this person could be really bad!”
  • “Exsqueeze me?” MC would type, scoffing, “I’m not bad! It’s not like I wanted to be here tomato head! I’m just lost after this guy led me here”
  • Of course, Seven finds his way to your info and immediately he’s blushing MC is gorgeous how could he not
  • “youractuallycutelololol”
  • Finally, things get sorted out and Seven apologizes for jumping on her so fast, “guess you weren’t so bad, huh? Well, I’m 707, but you can call me Seven~! Guess we’re gonna be buddies now, right? ;D” he’d ask hopefully
  • Not gettin’ off the hook that easy bud
  • MC just responds, taking out her anger in her own unique way “hey, I just met you and this is crazy, but I don’t like your emoji… more maybe?”
  • He thinks it’s cute “Lololol”
  • “Who types ‘lololol’? That’s literally “laughing out loudoutloudoutloud… that’s like me saying rolling over fastoverfastoverfast…”
  • “;;;; I like my lololol! Everyone likes my lololol” she insulted the Lolol?! He thought this was true love?!
  • “But I don’t like you so I don’t like your lololol”
  • But he loves her already he has to win her over
  • Seriously, though, MC doesn’t really care, she gets it, but she’s just stubborn so she teases him for a while before finally giving in
  • ten puns later
  • “You’re cute, so I’ll give you a second chance”
  • Seven’s just like O////O huh?? Okay…

alwaysanimetrash15  asked:

"That pet name was so gushy but it was so cute" for our cute snuggabug Min Yoongi~

alwaysanimetrash15 asked: “I look forward to holding you in bed soon” for our devilish Yoongi~

anonymous asked: “You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.” with Yoongi please? You can do them anytime, no rush! ☺️

Decided to put all of these in one because they kind of go together lol

Pairing: min yoongi x reader

Genre: fluff, suggestive smut

Word Count: 653

The last thing you want to do on a Sunday afternoon is go in to work for only two hours, but your co-worker needs the favor and it isn’t a bad idea to have her owe you one. Still, as you get dressed with a grumpy Yoongi watching from his comfortable spot in your bed, you would give anything to join him.  

“Honestly, babe, why are you going in? It isn’t even enough money for all the work you do,” he groans annoyingly, rolling around on the bed to face you and pulling the covers up to his chin. 

Sighing, you turn away from him to put on your earrings. “I know, but she asked me for a favor, and I might need someone to cover for me when a certain someone’s tour kicks off next month,” you tease, turning to give him a wink. 

Yoongi pouts and narrows his eyes at you, “Whatever,” he mumbles before turning away. 

Gosh!” you say before walking towards your grumpy and annoyed boyfriend, sitting by the edge of the bed and pocking his side. “I’ll be back soon, I promise…”

Yoongi turns to lay on his back and gives you a glare. “I came to spend the day with you.”

“I know, baby, I’m sorry.” You return his pout and lean down to hold him by his jaw. In the cute voice he gets flustered with, you say, “I’ll be back to spend the day in bed with my little Min Snuggabug,” and plant a sloppy kiss on his mouth. 

God! That pet name was so gushy…” he whispers in pretense annoyance, “but it was so cute,” he adds in a mumble. 

You giggle at his reaction, at which he reaches for your face and pulls you in for a kiss. It’s soft and lazy, but enough to remind you how nonexistent the excitement of going into work is. 

“Don’t go,” he mumbles against your lips, and you groan as you pull away and give him a knowing look. “Please, just stay here with me?”

“Nope.” You move to stand but he pulls you back, “Yoon,” you warn with a glare. 

“Come on, I have ways of persuading you,” he says with a smirk playing over his lips and a wink making your skin tingle. 

Stop, I will be back in no time. I will bring snacks and anything else you want. Just three hours tops, babe.” 

He finally allows you to stand from the bed, and with complete annoyance and a disheartened mood you grab your bag and walk out of the room, throwing a kiss at Yoongi. 

Before you step out of your apartment, your bedroom door opens and groggy Yoongi waddles over to you. “You can’t leave without letting me hug you first,” he says in his croaky, scratchy voice. The embrace is strong, his arms holding you tightly against his chest, and his face burying in the crook of your neck. His lips part to leave a kiss on your already hot skin and you hold him tighter to you. 

“I’ll miss you,” you whisper against his chest, then tilting your head up to plant a kiss on his neck. 

“I’ll miss you too, baby,” he leans back a little, brushing his lips by your cheek and leaning down to whisper right in your ear, “I look forward to holding you in bed soon, and I’m not talking about cuddling.” 

A whimpering noise coming from the back of your throat leaves your lips, you quickly fluster to get out of his tight hold and his teasing laugh. When he finally lets go, you slap his arm playfully and return his grin. “You’re the worst!” 

“I know.” He adds a wink to his already teasing look, and when you turn to step out he gives your butt a little slap, causing you to yelp his name before the door closes behind you. 


things you said under the stars

ALRIGHT SO this is a mix of things you said under the stars, when you were scared, and when i was asleep so enjoy!!!!

It was balmy that night.

Sweat was sticking to the back of his neck and beading at his temples as he lays in the grass of his backyard, one arm curling around you and the other behind his head. The stars aren’t easily seen because of the smog, but for some reason tonight he could just make them out.

You’d fallen asleep a couple minutes ago. You talked to him for a while and told him that you want a spring wedding because “it’s not too hot yet but it’s also just pretty with all the flowers and stuff” right before you slumped down, fit perfectly right in the crook of his arm, and dozed off. That bump peeking out from underneath your rucked-up shirt is just barely visible now that it’s rising and falling with your even breathing, and every time Shawn looks down at it, his heart rate picks up.

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The Fitting (Part 9)

(Jungkook’s jealous and acting out.)

Warnings:  99.9% angst, 0.1% fluff, 0% actual smut.  We do have implied smut and sex related angst.

2:15pm  We should talk about this.

2:16pm  I can explain.

2:23pm  It’s not what you think it is.

2:25pm  I’m only meeting him because I promised my cousin.

2:33pm  I’m not dating him. It’s a one-time thing.

2:40pm  If you would give me a chance to explain, you would see it’s not a big deal.

2:44pm  You are over-reacting.

2:46pm  Why aren’t you responding?

2:51pm  I only agreed to the date to keep up appearances. It’s not that serious.

3:01pm  Will you please just call me or text me or something?

You had been texting Jungkook for the past 45 minutes but got no reply.  The irony that you were now the one staring at your phone waiting for a response was not lost on you.  He would be leaving to go to the concert hall for sound check and rehearsal in a few minutes, so you gave up hope that he would contact you to talk about this anytime soon. 

Telling Jungkook right away about the date you had planned would have been the right thing to do, but it never occurred to you.  When you made the date with the other guy, you and Jungkook had only been together for a couple days.  At the time, you had no idea that things would escalate so quickly.  Besides, you thought, this shouldn’t even be that big of a deal. 

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Chapter Nine (Part 1) “Warrior’s Recovery”

SUMMARY: You were held captive by Hydra for years and had only just escaped when the Avengers find you. You’re beyond terrified of everyone and everything around you, but the thing the terrifies you the most is yourself. The things you can do with your “abilities” are beyond what anyone could possibly imagine.

Chapters: 1 ~ 2 ~ 3 ~ 4 ~ 5 ~ 6 ~ 7 ~ 8

A/N: Decided to give you guys a short chapter because I haven’t updated in a while. Plus, it’s almost Christmas. 

Word Count: 1014 
Warnings: Bad day, mentions of abuse and neglect, fluff

Originally posted by veronikaphoenix

“She’s moping again.” Steve sighed, nudging Bucky in the ribs when they saw you.

Bucky nodded, eyeing you from across the room. You were sitting still as Dr. Cho attached a few more wires to your head and chest, watching the snow fall over the city. “It’s almost Christmas and all she wants is to see her old home.”

“Alright, one more time, okay? Tell me when you feel pain.” Dr. Cho told you quietly and you nodded, eyes flickering over to where Bucky and Steve stood watching.

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One thing I really love about Sasuhina is the potential it has. Since we’ve only seen them interact once in canon, it opens up an endless possibilities on how they can interact (because there’s no guideline on how Sasuke would treat her, or how Hinata to him) We can let our imaginations go wild and no one can say they’re ooc because how do you know? There’s no reference to look back on, so they could be ic for all you know.

That being said, I’m really in a SH mood, so anyone want to send some writing prompts? Drabbles, oneshots, anythings goes!

Imagine you’re sitting next to Kai on the plane on your way to see Your friends in mystic falls and He finds you interesting enough to wanna learn about. “ your favorite genre in music go!” Kai said as you guys played your game of questions. “Anything from early 90’s” you hurried, enjoying this game with the cute boy. He tilts his head and smiles. “Yea?” “Yea,” you replied, looking down at your phone for any notifications and back at him. 

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anonymous asked:

this is soooo out of the blue but my feelings suddenly hit me and I'm so overwhelmed with my love for my cinnamon roll Jumin T_T can you do anything, i mean like anythinggggg, HC, scenario or fic whatsoever because i need some loving fluffy rainbow love from him. Commoner dates? Sharing food, matching clothes, cuddling time omg im a mess OTL

Hi anon! Are you still in the mood for some love from Jumin? I did yours first because it’s a one member only request lol.

I actually did a Jumin fluff too yesterday, read it here

I’m gonna make it a commoner date flufff~~~ Enjoy

Since living with Jumin, you had your commoner life upgraded totally. Jumin showering you with jewelleries, high-end clothing, custom shoes. Name it, as long as you can imagine it, you can have it.

But you kind of missed your old life a bit, the thing you like to do in the weekends. Weekend markets. Strolling the river in the afternoon, watching so many people gathering, selling different kinds of stuff. Sometimes, you can get some beautiful things from there also.

The problem is taking Jumin there. He doesn’t even know what a pungopang is! He’s a totally not commoner material! But you really wanted to take him there, getting a taste of a commoner life isn’t bad!

So you gathered up your courage that night. You are in your satin pyjamas, caressing Elizabeth 3rd that is curling on top of the covers. Jumin approaches you and you greet him with a kiss.

“Time for bed.”, Jumin says to Elizabeth 3rd.

The white cat surprisingly obeyed Jumin’s order and went to its own bed. Jumin found the look in your face, well, he knows everything about you.

“What is it, MC?”
“Are you busy tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow is Saturday, I had planned to take you to my weekend garden.”
“Oh.”, you replied in disappointment.
“Do you have any other plans?”, asked Jumin.
“Umm… I was thinking of taking you to the weekend market with me. It’s a people’s market near my old apartment.”

You are quite surprised at Jumin for complying right away.

“But I need to call the security detail in the morning before we go.”
“What? No Jumin. We are going to the market, not a mafia den.”

You asked him to drop the black shirt and opted for a shirt instead. You wore a less flashy dress too. Driver Kim dropped you two at your old apartment. So you can walk to the market.

You basically lead Jumin like a kid. ‘Raise your hand when crossing the road’ ‘Oh this is one of my favourite shops’ ‘I used to visit this stationary shop when I was a kid’

So when you saw the crowd from afar, you tightened your grip on Jumin’s hand out of thrill. It’s a sight you’ve been missing!

“Jumin! It’s the market!!”, you said with excitement.

Jumin was seeing new things he has never seen before. People selling their secondhand things, homemade jams, artworks, there is a singing band and it was all new for him. And watching you so excited, just made it an even happier experience for him. You are laughing at him for not knowing so much local street foods! You made him try fried chicken, fried any other things, you made him try soondae before telling him that it’s blood sausage. You made him hotteok when he points at the frying golden coin, and you let him have a breather from the local food and made him try fried hot dog.

By the end of the day, Jumin brought you almost everything he can lay his eyes upon, local designer dresses, your name written on a wooden charm, handmade jewellery.  

And you made Jumin try every food you can lay your eyes upon.

When night comes, you two sat on the bench by the river, watching as the lights illuminate the water.

“Thank you for today, MC”
“No, it’s thank you, Jumin.”
“Without you, I would never step foot on such a place. I would’ve travelled everywhere but never seen the world. But you made me see the world, MC.”

The night ends with Jumin pulling you into a deep kiss with the night rainbow lights behind you.

The Proposal - Part 5

Summary:  Sam’s pushy boss forces him to agree to marry her, hoping to secure her stay in the U.S. and avoid deportation to Canada. It’s wedding day. An AU based on The Proposal. Master post here.

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Sam Winchester x female reader

Word Count: 3352

Warnings:  Language, some angst, some fluff, Sam left at the altar

Author’s Notes: I took some liberties with the flight schedule out of Kansas City. I have no idea how many flights there are to New York everyday, but for my intents and purposes, there is only one. I borrowed almost directly from the movie for a couple of things in this part - first because this is an AU based on the movie and second because I couldn’t write anything better than that. I did change it up a little bit, dialogue wise. If you guys want, I do have an epilogue I can write. Let me know.

Originally posted by strengthcas

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anyways I’m starting a fic rec on this blog because I have nothing better to do with my life!! i’ll do weekly ones, monthly ones, lots of different things, but these are my most recently visited fics: (✳ means my favorites)

long hair don’t care (by ballsdeepinjesus):  harry is sheltered and louis is a thief. or, a tangled au. (20k) ✳

everything comes back to you (by bluemetgreenat18 or @tequilacollarbones):  Harry owns a diner, and Louis’ been coming in at 2am the past two months. Cue pining, mischievous friends, and a lot of fluff. (6k) ✳

only thing that can quench my thirst (by eyesofshinigami or @hazandlouwho):  Louis wouldn’t exactly call it a thing, his newfound fascination with the curly trail that starts below Harry’s bellybutton and disappears into his skinny jeans. It’s definitely not a thing. It’s just… Alright, maybe it’s a thing. And that’s okay. (6k) ✳

not heartbroken (also by bluemetgreenat18 or @tequilacollarbones):  Two months since they had broken up. Louis is just trying to get over him and move on. Bumping into him on the street doesn’t help. Or “we bumped into each other in the street and you were grinning like a cocky asshole the whole time so i stalked off only to realize i’m wearing your shirt” (2k)

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Time Lady

PAIRING: Eleventh Doctor x Reader


WARNINGS: Fluff, a kiss.

A/N: I almost confused myself writing this. I don’t know why though. Forget about RIVER SONG in this because the Reader is the Doctor’s bond. I hope it’s good!

*Eleventh Doctor*

You are awake by an abnormal noise. You sit up, unsure of what to do. The only thing you know is that you can kick ass, so you’re not worried about being hurt by an intruder. You took martial arts all your life. You’re pretty much a ninja.

You hop out of the bed quietly. You quickly slip a pair of shoes on, without socks. You grab your staff that’s sitting on your trophy wall. Again, you were in martial arts for twenty years. Your first lesson was when you were six, and now your twenty eight.

You creep down the stairs, almost missing a step. You debate whether to turn the light on. You creep down the hallway and you finally hear a sound. It sounds like a door is opening. You raise an eyebrow and hide behind a wall. You hear footsteps right behind the wall, and your breathing hitches.

You jump out and you see a person. You take your staff and flip it around before you knock the person off of… His feet.

Before he can get up you jump next to him and quickly place the staff on his chest, restricting his movement.

“Who are- What is that?” You ask pointing to the blue box.

“That is the TARDIS.” The male says.

“What the hell is a TARDIS? Who are you?!” You yell, not loosing your grip on the staff.

“I’m the Doctor.” He smirks. “Can you take that off of me?” He asks gesturing to the staff. You slowly take the staff off of his chest.

“What are you doing in my house?”

“I’m looking for Y/N.” He says taking a step forward.

“Why? S-she’s not here right now.” You say lying. Then his hand reaches to the wall and flicks the light on.

“Y/N? Is that you?” He says walking towards you.

“How do you know me? How do you know my name?” You ask backing away.

“Because I’m your bond. I’m a time lord.” He says reaching out to grab you. You quickly grab the nearest thing; A rubix cube. Before he realizes what you are doing, you throw it at him. It hits his forehead and he falls back.

“I hate those things.” He manages to spit out before he goes unconscious.


When he was still unconscious you tied him to the bed post. His head flys up and his eyes open.

“Who tied me up? You tied me up. Why did you tie me up?”

“Who are you actually? I don’t know what a Time Lord is, or what a TARDIS is. It’s all just shit.”

“No it’s not.” He whines. Then you hear something. Something is calling your name.

“W-what is that? That thing calling my name?” You demand, but he doesn’t answer. “Answer me! I am very confused, scared and frustrated right now! Why are you even here?” You start to break down, crying. The Doctor looks down.

“That thing calling your name is a Fob watch. You’re a Time Lady.You need to open it.”

“Where is-” He cuts you off.

“My front pocket.” He says gesturing to his pants. You hesitate before you reach your hand in his front pocket.

“Oh. I’ve always loved it when you touched me there.” He smiles. You tilt your head in confusion. You quickly pull out the watch.

“Is this mine?” You ask.

“Yes.” He answers back.

“Then why don’t I have it?”

“Because you would have lost it. I am a mad man but I’m not stupid.” You look at the watch. Not thinking much off it. You just simply open it.

You scream in pain as your cells rewrite.


“Y/N?” The Doctor says looking up at you.

“Doctor.” You say back. You untie him from the bed post and he stares at you the whole time. He stands up, not taking his eyes off of you.

“I missed you.” He sighs.

“Oh, was my Doctor lonely?” You tease.

“Oh yes.” He says smirking. You step forward towards him, inches apart.

“You could’ve come-” He cuts you off with a kiss. He places his warm lips on your chapped ones. He gently grabs your face with his hands, as your hands trail up to his hair.

You smile into the kiss. “You really did miss me.”

“Oh yes I did.”

With Me

Will lingered in the hallway, watching the firelight lick over Hannibal’s arms, his face, the book in his hands. He made no motion, did not go to him and sit beside him on the sofa. He stood, breath held tight, wrestling with himself. He wanted to go sit there, but-

“Will,” Hannibal’s eyes looked up, then flicked towards him, turning his head to find him in the doorway, “come, sit down.”

And he’d been trying so hard to avoid detection, standing down wind and everything. Still, Hannibal had invited him, no point resisting now. He stepped forward gingerly, making his way consciously into the room. Here came the tricky part.

There were many seats to choose from, a sturdy rocking chair, a winged arm chair with its own ottoman, and the sofa, of course. Without looking too deliberate, too tense, without warning Hannibal, he hoped, he measured his steps and sat down next to Hannibal. He sighed with the cushions, making himself lean back in the posture of relaxation and stared into the heart of the fire, unblinking. He felt Hannibal start, pause, felt his eyes skip over the page, onto him, then back, afraid of being noticed for his watching.

“What’re you reading?” Will asked when he was sure Hannibal had read the page fifty times but not taken in a word of it.

Hannibal’s fingers hesitated over the page, trying to read for him. “The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám,” he let the pages fall open towards Will, “In translation, unfortunately. I plan to learn Persian to read it properly.”

“All that for a book of poetry?” Will mused, tilting his head back.

“It is beautiful,” Hannibal explained, “and deserves to be understood in its native tongue.”

Will nodded thoughtfully, “Well, that’s one project for the future.” He winced; they hadn’t discussed the future yet. At all.

“Yes…” Hannibal hesitated, feeling the elephant in the room, “if I find myself with enough time on my hands to-” He silenced abruptly as Will’s arm came down around his shoulders.

Will gulped, feeling like a high schooler on his first date, all stilted movements and anxious energy. Keep calm, relax; it wasn’t as though they weren’t both mature adults who had done this a million times before with other consenting adults. There should be no problem, no awkwardness, and yet… his heart beat in his throat like a bird thrashing at its cage.

Cautiously, Will stroked his thumb against Hannibal’s shoulder, almost to remind himself it was there, real and solid. Hannibal jumped, nearly dropping his book, “Will, your arm-” he fumbled, trying to turn to Will without turning in to Will and finding the proximity made this almost impossible. To look him in the eye he’d have to get closer.

“I’m nearly healed,” Will swallowed, his voice sounding high and foreign, “besides I should be stretching it anyway, so I’m not so sore. So the muscles… heal the… the way they’re supposed to.” He tried not to watch Hannibal, curving into him, pressing against him. He tried to focus on the fire as Hannibal gave in to the position Will had put them in with the softest sigh. It couldn’t be done.

Hannibal turned his head to reply and found his cheek brushing against Will’s shoulder. His eyes closed instantly, his lungs involuntarily inhaling. Will felt his bicep tense with nerves, there was a painful yank at the still closing wound, but he gave no sign of pain, transfixed on Hannibal.

“Physical therapy,” Hannibal returned abruptly, lifting his cheek, voice rough and low, “will be the hardest part of the healing process. It will be… lengthy and very painful for some time.” He licked his lips, trying to open his eyes all the way and failing, “You should still be resting.”

“I can sit here.” Will felt his hand come around Hannibal’s shoulder, palm flat against his arm. His body decided before he did that he wanted Hannibal closer.

“Could we… just… come here,” he mumbled, squeezing Hannibal to him with one long pull.

Hannibal’s last restraints broke. Before Will knew it he felt arms wrapped around him and a face pressed into his collar. Stunned, he put both arms around Hannibal and held him. Hannibal fit into him like a warm, heavy blanket, pressing against him everywhere he felt lonely. Though he’d been alone, he’d never felt lonely… until Hannibal. Only made sense that being with Hannibal could soothe that ache, maybe the only thing that might.

Hannibal’s hands skirted the edges of his bandages, wary of pressing too much, of being too much. Yet, he held tight, squirmed half into Will’s lap, as close as he could possibly get. Will could feel his heart beat, a skittering patter in reckless time, and he was sure Hannibal had no idea Will knew about it. The moment reeked of desperation, and yet… his arm curled tighter around Hannibal. And yet he pressed closer and yearned to feel Hannibal melt against him, melt completely.

Hannibal gave, he shuddered, he kept perfectly silent, but he shook like a leaf. Will held him close and never once thought about letting go. Hannibal gave so beautifully, he pushed and melted and succumbed so perfectly in his arms. This… this was nice. It was actually… really nice, holding Hannibal. He hadn’t expected that.

Will let his head fall against Hannibal’s, let himself breathe in his hair, press skin to skin, rest together like this. He listened to Hannibal breathe and slowly their breaths fell together. He lost track of time and was on the point of sleep when Hannibal murmured something in his ear.


“The fire’s all but gone, we should go to bed.”

The words struck a bell and cracked Will’s eyes open. He was still holding onto Hannibal, smushed together in one corner of the couch. “N-No, don’t go,” his voice croaked, groggy. The implications of it didn’t register immediately, too tired to remember to care too little.

Hannibal paused. “I won’t. But wait here, I’ll get some blankets.” His legs hit the floor and he slowly rose, untangling himself from Will’s arms with unfair grace. Will whimpered, freezing where his Hannibal blanket had been. He closed his eyes and curled onto the sofa completely.

Hannibal returned. He knew he returned because he felt warm again, he felt welcome pressure and weight on the sofa, covering him, slipping up beside him and into his waiting arms. Will’s lips lifted, pleased to be embracing Hannibal once again.

“You’ll regret sleeping like this in the morning,” Hannibal muttered into his chest.

“Won’t,” Will grumbled, one hand stroking idly at Hannibal’s back.

“We could sleep on the bed… still together.”

Will heard the request in his pause. His arms tightened, “Too tired. Drag me to bed tomorrow.” And he hunkered down, pulled Hannibal close, and silenced him for the night with a kiss.

Fuck You Negan!

Pairing: Castiel x Reader 

Requested: anonymous asked - can i get a castiel x reader where he’s human and reader teaches him how to do things like a human and he ends up watching TWD with you, all seasons, and instead of focusing on the show he’s watching you get so into it? and then major fluff, do whatever you want after that idk cuddling maybe? a kiss? lots of fluff please 

Warning: fluff, some angst, TWD spoilers 


A/N: I switched it up a little, I hope you don’t mind! I cried a little writing this only because I still have not yet gotten over either Abraham’s and Glenn’s death. 

It took you two days to convince Castiel to have a TV series marathon with you. He kept asking what six whole seasons of The Walking Dead would do in order to teach him how to be human. You would always groan at him and Dean would bud in and say, “Television series is what forms a relationship; you take interest in a show and someone else likes that same show, it becomes a topic to talk about and something you both have in common – and, oh look, a friendship starts to blossom.”

Sam would hear Dean’s comment and would have to state his own, “A television series is what defines a person. You find out what a person takes interest in, you can already tell what kind of person they are. Take Y/N for example, she likes The Walking Dead–“

“Loves!” You would cut him off as he rolled his eyes and continued speaking.

“–she loves The Walking Dead. What does that say about her already? That she takes an interest in horror and is not afraid of a little blood and gore. Which could possibly mean that she’s sassy, quite opinionated and isn’t much for drama. I only figured that out because I caught her watching season three when we first met and she was cheering for Rick to kill Shane.”

“Oh great!” You yelled, “You just spoiled the second greatest part of season two!”

Castiel would stare at them both like their words just went in through one ear and out the other. You had spent another hour after that trying to reason with him, promising to do anything he wanted if he watched the show with you. And eventually, he gave in. He came to your room that night with popcorn in one hand and two beers in the other. You only squealed when he silently agreed to have a marathon with you.

“Trust me, you’ll love it.”

Six days later and you were watching Last Day on Earth, the last episode of season six, whilst eating some popcorn. You had seen this episode over three times already, but every time, it made you want to tear up. You were going to lose one of the eleven characters that you had grown so damn attached to, so you were allowed to cry. Season seven would be airing live in two hours and you were growing anxious at the thought – you were so damn nervous and Castiel could practically taste the fear radiating off you.

“Why are they blocking the road?” Castiel asked, frowning at the situation.

“Just keep watching,” you mumbled, shoving more popcorn into your mouth.

Castiel had taken a major interest in the show. He even cried a little when Hershel and Beth died. It was amusing to see him grow so attached to the characters like you did, watching his every reaction to each scene. He even had begun to ship Rick and Michonne by the fourth season. Sam and Dean were both shocked when Castiel stated that he loved the show and wished he didn’t shut you down every time you tried to convince him to watch.

Your heart clenched when the group starting hearing the Savior’s whistles and you decided to look over at Castiel. He was anxiously biting his fingernails as he leaned forward, slightly shaking with fear for the group. His eyes darted across the screen, panicking when the group realised they were trapped. You knew the next scene was going to be hard for him, so you reached forward and grabbed his hand, holding it tightly.

He glanced over at you, squeezing your hand, before looking back at the screen. You had never seen Castiel so focused within the many years you had known him. And once Negan showed, his grip on your hand tightened, and he mumbled profanities to himself.

“Why does he have a baseball bat with barbed wire?”

You hushed him each time he asked questions, little whimpers leaving his mouth as Negan continued to speak. He let out a muffled sob when Negan threatened Maggie’s life and Glenn screamed in protest, his head falling back as he tried to hold back the tears. But he turned his gaze back to the TV just as Negan begun saying “Eney, meeny, miny, moe.” And Castiel’s hand flew up to his mouth as another sob left his mouth, watching each character come into view with the bat in their face.

“Why would you do that to me?” He yelled as Lucille came in contact with one of the members of Rick’s group, “Who did Negan kill!”

He stared hopelessly at the screen when it ended, tears streaming down his face.

“Part of me wants to fuck him,” you sighed, “but the other part really wants him dead.”

He looked over at you with disgust written in his features, pulling his hand out of your own.

“You will not be participating in any sexual activities involving Negan,” he growled, sitting back against the bedhead.

You giggled at his protective manner, leaning your head against his shoulder. He wiped the tears away from his face with the back of his hand as he stared at the now blank screen. Castiel sighed as he leaned his head against yours, his hands resting in his lap.

“Don’t worry,” you patted his thigh, “only an hour and a half until we find out who he kills.”

“I don’t think I’m ready.”

You smiled sadly before sitting up and grabbing your laptop from your bedside table, opening up YouTube. Deciding to lighten to mood a little, you searched for The Walking Dead vines, which always seemed to make you happy whenever you were down. You pressed on one of the videos, sitting back and leaning against Castiel’s arm.

“I don’t get his,” Castiel spoke as a vine of someone screaming “yes” to undeniably sexy pictures of Norman Reedus.

You laughed and shook your head, “they’re screaming because he’s one sexy bastard.”

Castiel remained silent as the video went on and your giggles grew louder with each passing vine. His attention wasn’t on the tiny screen anymore; instead, he was fixated on you. Your eyes were wide and wondrous as your gaze stayed focused on the laptop screen. He hadn’t felt this feeling before, so he felt confused when looking at you made him want to grab your face and kiss you until both of your breaths were lost.  

His ears tuned into the beautiful sound of your laugh whilst cutting out the rest, he continued to watch as your cheeks grew red from smiling too much. It made him smile. Your hand was resting on his thigh, fingers absentmindedly drawing patterns. He brought the arm that your head was resting on over your shoulders, making you snuggle down further on the bed and rests your head on his chest. Your arms wrapped around him tightly, now drawing patterns on his stomach whilst his fingers drew some on your back.

It stayed like that for another hour. He watched you whilst you watched vines. In thirty minutes, you’d both be in the lounging area stealing the TV away from Dean. But right now, you had shut your laptop and looked up at Cas to see him already looking down at you. He had a smile on his face that made you blush.


“Can I kiss you?”

Your eyes widened in shock as you stared at him completely muddled. Why would he want to kiss you? That was extremely random of him to ask. Then again, Castiel asked random things all the time.


He looked as if he was trying to find the right words to say, searching his mind for a good reason. A few minutes of silence went by before he spoke again.

“Dean said if I ever felt the urge to kiss someone, I should do it. It means I feel something for them,” he watched you as he spoke, taking in your reaction, “I have been wanting to kiss you since the moment you fought Dean for a slice of his pie.”

You only smiled as you leaned up to kiss the corner of his mouth. You were going to pull away but his hand grabbed the back of your neck and his lips were soon planted on yours. A satisfied hum left his mouth as your lips moved in sync, his hands wrapping themselves in your hair, pulling your head back slightly.

You spent fifteen minutes making out with the man who lost his grace, before pulling away and smiling up at him. He had managed to get you on your back as he hovered above you, hands wandering over one another’s body. But now it was time to get ready for the premiere and he whined at the loss of contact.

“We’ll continue you this after the episode,” you grinned, placing a chaste kiss to his lips, “I need to know who that dick kills.”

But neither of you returned to the task after the episode ended, you were both too distraught to continue. Castiel’s heart had broken when he watched your reaction to seeing Abraham die, tears welling in his own eyes when Abraham held a final peace to Sasha. But it was worse when Glenn’s death came around; you had screamed causing the Winchesters to race in and see what had happened.

“Fuck you Negan!”

Castiel heart clenched when you screamed that, and realised how truly connected you got with the characters in the show. He could practically hear your heart shattering as you dropped onto the floor in front of the TV. Sam and Dean watched you with concern; they hated seeing you like this. Nobody dared to say that it was just a show because in reality it was much more than that. It was something that connected with others. You grow so emotionally invested in a show or even a book and you can’t help but feel empty when death takes away a character you grew attached to.

So for the remainder of that night, Castiel laid in bed with you as you tried to process the fact that you lost two great characters.

“Do you still want to get physically involved with him?” Castiel asked, hoping he’d get a smile from you.

He received a giggle from you as you looked up at him and smiled softly.

“No,” you sighed, “I have you for that.”

Castiel blushed as you sleepily kissed his cheek, bidding him goodnight as he held you closer to his warm body. After watching you sleep peacefully, being certain that you were safe and content, he, too, fell into slumber with a smile on his face.

Let me use this picture as a medium to impart a Lesson of Pain.

Warning: Rant ahead. For future reference, please blacklist “rant tag” if you don’t want to see this kind of stuff. Or you can unfollow me because by this point this blog has disintegrated into Kpop and my perpetual existential whining, and I really don’t know why anyone follows.

This looks like a no-context fluff piece, but it was originally supposed to be done for Kiss Day a couple of days ago. But, clearly, I couldn’t finish it in time. Because it took me 20+ hours to do.

But how/why? It looks so dumb simple?” Indeed. An herein is the conundrum–it only looks simple because I spent hours and hours cleaning my lines and manually filling my base colors.

Clipstudio’s fill tool is terrible, so no, I can’t use it, and I must do all the colors myself. And the SUPER AWFUL thing about digital drawing is that if you make any error (ie: one pixel of color spilling over outside your lineart), it becomes glaringly obvious and inexcusable, unlike traditional media, where if you miss filling in a spot/smudge a little/etc., it becomes part of the medium/aesthetic. There is a whole debate about the merits/detriments of digital vs. traditional drawing but I will say that a HUGE detriment to digital drawing is that you are given little-to-no benefit of the doubt.

And ahh, yes…cleaning lines. I do it because I have to because I suck, even though I know that as I do just that, I’m basically killing its looks because I know 90% of the time (from an outsider’s perspective), things look more “artistic” the more loose/sketchy they are. So is it a waste of time? Probably, but I suck, so I have to do it, or it’ll look even worse.

Anyway, the point of this is that drawing is basically always a cancer-inducing horror show for me, and my results still look aggravatingly simple. Thunderbolt Fantasy is–and has always been–completely beyond my skill level in drawing, but I keep trying to force it because I made the terrible mistake of watching and liking that thing, so I’ve sentenced myself to purgatory for the next however many years (10? 20? 50?) of however long it’ll take me to actually not suck as much.

TLDR: Mediocrity is still hard work and suffering.

Twice reaction: Cuddling

anon asked: Can you do how twice would cuddle/sleep?? Thank you (:

This is my first twice thing!! I hope you like it! i’m not going to add text because i don’t know to explain it so.. this is gifs only. petition for there to be more less gay cuddling gifs pls

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