but i can't go to sleep like this i feel dirty

  • KageHina
  • Hinata: this is still so funny, our sweaters are exactly the same, but I like yours better, it's softer and much bigger, can I have it?
  • Kageyama: what r u talking about, dumbass? you've been sleeping in it for a week, so shut up and keep it
  • TsukkiYama
  • Tsukishima: yamaguchi you all right? you've been clinging to me like a koala for the past hour
  • Yamaguchi: gomen tsukki, i just love our new matching sweater, we should buy more
  • Tsukishima: *irritated but excited*
  • AsaNoya
  • Asahi: Nishinoya u breathing ok?
  • Noya: *muffled* yeah, i can live under this sweater forever and wet ur pecs to eternity *continues licking*
  • EnnoTana
  • Tanaka: BRING IT UURRRRYYYEEEAAAAHHHHH *takes off and spins the sweater Chikara's knitted for him during snowball fight*
  • Tanaka: Y-yes babe, sorry
  • DaiSuga
  • Daichi: Sweetheart where is my black sweater? I put it on the couch last night
  • Suga: Maa, sorry Daichi, it got the kids drools and banana puree, so I wash it
  • Daichi: i-it's new...
  • Suga: shouldn't buy new clothes if you still have one year old twins
  • LevYaku
  • Lev: hahahahahaha Yaku-san, I can't even see you under my sweater, you are so small
  • Yaku: *throws dirty laundy at Lev*
  • KuroKen
  • Kuroo: do you think Daichi and Bokuto will roast me for wearing this sweater? i mean it's an ugly Christmas sweater party, but i still want to look good
  • Kenma: *peeking from his phone* does it really matter? not that you look bad or anything, but you will always look beautiful to me
  • Kuroo: Kozume Kenma.... marry me
  • Kenma: we are married
  • BokuAka
  • Bokuto: Akaashi, I keep losing my sweaters for a month now, no matter how ugly they are, someone keep stealing them *convinced that his sweaters are stolen*
  • Akaashi: *pushes all Bokuto's sweaters in his dresser* maybe you left them somewhere and you forgot to take them back?
  • Bokuto: did I? I mean it's possible but it's still weird...
  • Akaashi: (this idiot, he left them at my apartment every time he visited, why i even bother dating this numbskull owl)
  • MatsuHana
  • Mattsun: so like you are suggesting that we should have sex while wearing each other's sweater?
  • Makki: yeah, that'd be hot
  • Mattsun: you certainly spent too much time with Oikawa
  • IwaOi
  • Oikawa: *rolls around in Iwa's bed* Iwa-chan's sweaters just feel right, the arms are a bit short but i like them so much, it's like i could die happy from this fluffy-heavenly feelings
  • Iwaizumi: nice, take them all, i've been thinking about how am i going to kill you for the past 15 years, now that you said this, i can finally kill you smoothly
  • Oikawa: i have never regret making a conversation this much

anonymous asked:

Fluff PROMPT: Mulder and pregnant Scully have a bath together after a long day. I love your writing!!! ❤️❤️

Dear perfect, lovely anon. Your fluff prompt kept me sane today when I drove through Ireland (insanely beautiful country, but roads not suitable for my currently slightly damaged car). So, from the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU. I hope you like this cause I didn’t read the ‘after a long day’ and this happened. Oops.

For some reason Mulder is five minutes early. Of course he knows why he is early if he thinks about it (he tries not to think about it, but how can he not). The reason he is early, no matter the minutes, is that his apartment feels lonely, empty even. The only place he feels like himself, where he feels like he still belongs, is at Scully’s place. Luckily, either because of her pregnancy or simply because she really does like him, too, Scully is fine with him coming over every day. Every single day. Just the other day Mulder thought she’d mumbled a ‘stay the night’ when he tucked her in. But she’d hardly been awake and no matter how long he stared at her sleeping form, she didn’t repeat it. So he left. He leaves every night only to return again the next day. Like a stray puppy. Except for that one day when he had a doctor’s appointment and she insisted that she come with him and they spent the morning together anyway. So if he thinks about it (he really shouldn’t), it’s not a surprise he’s early.

These days Mulder has more than enough time to lose himself in thoughts while he waits for Scully to open the door. At 8 months pregnant, she no longer walks, she waddles. Though that is something he keeps to himself. Whenever someone stares at her strange walk he shoots them a dirty look. It’s the least he can do, he figures, having missed so much already. Not that they ever talk about it. If they talk about the baby it’s just that: the baby. Scully turns pink whenever she calls it her baby and neither of them has dared to call it their child yet. It’s been 8 months and it seems too sudden. At least Mulder can claim to have been dead for a great part of the pregnancy. That’s another thought he keeps to himself, though. Whether they talk about it or not, he’s here for her and the baby. The baby. His, hers or maybe even theirs.

Mulder contemplates using his key. It’s been minutes (or at least it feels like minutes) and Scully still hasn’t opened the door. If she gets angry, he thinks, he can always argue that something could have been wrong. If he’s honest, though, he doesn’t want to use the key. Unless Scully tells him to. Even when they were dating, or whatever they had been doing before he was abducted, he hardly ever used the key to her apartment.

“Hi.” Scully opens the door before he can finish his thought and Mulder is so taken aback by her attire that he forgets words altogether. Not that he’s never seen her in her underwear before (hey, he’s even seen her without it), but that was Before.

“Mulder? Can you come in? I’d rather not have my neighbors see me like this.” He walks in behind her and closes the door. Her hair is up in a messy bun and the tank top she’s wearing is sticking to her back.

“Is everything all right, Scully? How are you feeling?” She turns to him and he is certain he’s never seen her like this; her face is flushed as if she’s run a marathon and her eyes look exhausted. He hasn’t told her, because again, he isn’t sure he’s allowed, but this pregnancy looks good on her. Today, though, it really, really doesn’t.

“It’s so hot, Mulder. I can't… I don’t know what to do. My mother took me to the market this morning and I guess it was too much.”

“Oh.” It’s not a clever remark but he’s miffed no one told him about the market. He could have gone with them,

“Did we want to do anything today? I can’t remember. It’s too warm to think, Mulder.” She sits down on the couch where a fan is oscillating into her direction. She moans softly and Mulder bites his tongue as his cock twitches inside his jeans. Definitely not the time.

“No, we uhm, didn’t have any plans.”

“That’s good.” She sighs closing her eyes. Mulder wonders if he should do something, say something or maybe even just sit down. Looking at her pink face, he gets an idea. A brilliant idea.

“I know what we can do, though.” Scully opens one eye, waiting for him to elaborate.

“Do I have to move? Because I think I’d rather not.”

“You do have to move, but you’re going to love it.” Scully opens the second eye and gives him The Eyebrow.


“That’s not-”, Mulder swallows and his face takes on the same color as hers, though for completely different reasons, “Scully, I wouldn’t – I mean. That’s not what I had in mind,” it’s only half a lie after all, “how about a nice bath?”

“I’m not allowed to take hot baths.”

“I know that,” she glances at him; them not talking about things includes him not telling her that he’s read the pregnancy books. All of them, “I was thinking a nice, cool bath so you can relax and you know, cool down a bit.”

“That does sound nice. I just…”

“Just what?”

“I might need some help getting in the tub.” She refuses to look at him so Mulder kneels in front of her, one hand on her knee, the other under her chin. There are tears shimmering in her eyes, as there are so often these days, and he is prepared to wipe them away should any of them fall.

“That’s not a problem, Scully. Not at all.”

The moan Scully lets out once she slips into the tub sounds like ecstasy and Mulder needs to remind himself to keep a clear head. His little head refuses to listen, but Mulder concentrates on the happiness on Scully’s face as he kneels down next to the bathtub. The water is lukewarm (and remind Mulder of pee, but he’s not going to tell her) and covers half of her belly.

“That’s nice. That was a good idea you had, Mulder.” Her eyes close but she cups his cheek in her hand for a short moment and he leans into her touch. The whole bathroom smells like her cocoa butter bubble bath.

“You smell so good.” He can’t control his voice, or his thoughts. Neither can he control his actions; he kisses her naked shoulder before he gently bites into it. Scully gasps and stares at him open-mouthed.

“You taste good, too.” Mulder smiles at her, genuinely happy for once.

“Mulder, can I ask something else?” Here it comes, he thinks, as the water softly splashes against the porcelain. Scully turns to him and he forces himself to look into her eyes.

“Of course.”

“Get in here.”

“What?” He can’t help but laugh.

“Get in here.” Scully repeats and grabs at his t-shirt.

“Scully, the tub is not…”

“You think I’m too big, don’t you?”

“No! You look perfect, Scully.”

“You mean fat.” She is pouting and her nails dig into his shirt.

“No, I don’t mean that at all. You look so beautiful, Scully. You’re carrying our, I mean my, I mean your – the baby and you’ve never looked more beautiful.”

“The first one, Mulder.”

“Hm?” He looks at her and somehow he is defenseless now and she manages to get the t-shirt bunched around his throat so that the only reasonable thing he can do it to take it off all the way.

“Our baby,” she tells him, slightly scratching his now bare chest and this time it’s time it’s him who moans, “I’m carrying our baby.” He nods, swallows hard. “Now get in here.” Scully demands and hasn’t he been waiting for clear, explicit orders? Here he goes. Mulder takes off the rest of his clothes quickly, Scully watching him curiously, and finally he’s naked.

“Where do I…” he wonders out loud and Scully scoots forward so he can fit behind her.

“This is even better.” She sighs when he’s settled in the tub and she can lean against him. She feels warm against his chest, almost hot, and he wonders if them sharing heat isn’t counterproductive. He’s not going to complain, though. Mulder is uncertain where to put his hands and one of them brushes her breast. Scully hisses.


“They’re just sensitive.” She takes his hands and puts them on her stomach where the baby kicks.


“I think the baby agrees with your bath idea.” She chuckles, gently stroking her belly, her fingers brushing Mulder’s hand.

“Smart baby.”

“Wonder where he gets that from.”

“He? We- You’re having a boy?” Mulder thinks he doesn’t care either way, but so far she hasn’t mentioned the gender of the baby and suddenly he can’t wait to find out. They should really start communicating, he thinks.

“We, Mulder,” Scully reminds him, putting her hand over his, “are having a baby.”

“Yes… we are. But you’re not telling me?”

“I’m not telling you.” He buries his nose in her neck and she giggles when he starts nuzzling her.  

“You want to be surprised, Mulder. I know you do.” He doesn’t answer her knowing she’s right. Instead he leaves tiny kisses all over her neck; he lingers a moment longer where the chip is hidden inside and then moves on. She’s moaning again, but he can’t stop. Maybe, he thinks, if he keeps doing this, she’ll ask him to do more than kiss her soon. And maybe, if he’s really lucky, she’ll even ask him to stay again.

                   some pothead keith hcs to think abt
    [ don’t tag as sh//eith. don’t take these too seriously. pls be cautious around weed. ]
        these are set in a modern au. keith’s shiro’s adopted brother. possible klance/heith
                                  but ofc u can play with these how u like.

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Sharing A Tent With Murphy

Pairing: John Murphy X Reader
Requested: no
Warnings: some mild cursing, and sexual references
A/N: I’ve had the idea for this bouncing around my head for awhile, and finally decided to put it down on paper. This is my first time writing about anything other than 5sos, so feedback would be greatly appreciated! Thanks for reading, and I hope you like it!
Word count: 1479


“What do you mean I don’t have a tent anymore?” Murphy exclaims angrily at Bellamy.

You were helping Clarke and Octavia tend to the sick after Murphy had brought an infection back to camp. Your father had been a doctor on the ark, and you were following in his footsteps until you had been arrested. You were caught stealing medicine for a little girl, but you don’t regret it since she got to live because of your actions.

“We needed the extra supplies and since you were banished, we weren’t going to let them go to waste,” Bellamy explains to him using his ‘I’m the boss’ tone. Sighing, Murphy looks down at the ground and runs a hand through his dirty hair.

“Fine, but where am I going to sleep now?”

“You’ll have to share with someone.”

Murphy laughs grimly, “And who would that be?” He sneers. He knew no one would want to share with him, everyone despises him. Bellamy looks around the drop ship until his gaze lands on you; your eyes lock together. You know what is about to happen; you were credited with being the nicest delinquent around.

“Y/N,” Bellamy yells over to you, “come over here, I need to ask you something.”

You place the medical supplies you had been sorting down. Rising from your kneeling position you walk towards the pair. You look at Murphy, and take in his appearance: his clothes are torn, stained with dried blood, and dirt is caked onto his pale skin, a sharp contrast. Murphy’s wounds still haven’t been cleaned, you realize.

“What’s up?” You question Bellamy, raising one eyebrow.

“Murphy is going to be sleeping in your tent, with you, until further notice.”

“What? My tent barely has enough room for me, let alone both of us,” you protest crossing your arms over your chest and jutting your hip out.

“I guess you’ll have to make it work.” Bellamy walks off, leaving no room for discussion. Sighing, you turn towards Murphy, who had been watching the ordeal with a bored expression.

“Well, come on then.” You motion for him to follow you as you lead the way to your tent. As the two of you make your way towards your tent you can hear people whispering, all of which concern the boy that is trailing after you. Murphy is playing strong though, keeping his head up high and facial expression locked into a firm glare straight ahead. One of the comments catches your attention, it’s louder than the others, the person obviously didn’t care if anyone heard them.

The boy had said, “She better be careful, or next thing you know she’ll be murdered by that psychopath.” You whip your head around without even thinking.

“Who the hell do you think you are? Last I checked, Murphy was the one helping the sick, sure he got them infected, but they’re the ones who hanged and banished him. Where were you? Out hiding away and doing nothing to help the camp? Yeah, that’s what I thought. So shut your damn mouth and do something useful with your pathetic life.”

With that, you grab Murphy’s hand and hurriedly drag him away. Unzipping the flap, you go inside and quickly tidy up the few things you have. Turning, you see Murphy shifting on his feet, unsure of what to do. You nod your head towards the bed, silently telling him to sit down. He follows your noiseless command, sitting on the edge of your makeshift bed of old blankets and animal pelts. Finally, you take in his appearance again, his face is dirty, clothes torn. Decidedly, you stand up and make your way to the exit of the small enclosure. Murphy’s head shoots up, you hold out your hand in a stop motion, telling him to stay put.

You walk towards the small tent next to the drop ship that houses whatever medical supplies people had been able to scrounge up. Entering, you head straight for the table that holds bowls of moonshine, then bandages, and finally a bucket that had been collecting water outside of the door. Once you situate the items in your arms you make your way back to the place you’ve started calling your home. All eyes were on you. No one had ever seen you snap like that, you were generally a nice level headed person.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you told one group that was openly staring at you.

Slipping back into your tent you saw Murphy in the same position you left him in, staring intently at his hands. You place the bucket of water besides you as you kneel in front of him in between his knees. Gently you take his left hand in yours. After dunking a piece of cloth in the water you start to clean off his hand. Looking up at him once you shift to a moonshine soaked rag, you softly speak, “This is going to hurt.”

He met your eyes, only giving you a brief nod to acknowledge your words. As you dab at the wounds on his hand, an audible breath in and wince was the only reaction he let you see. You move from one hand to the other, repeating the process. When both hands were clean you stilled.

“Take off your shirt,” you demand in a firm tone.

“So, this is why you’re letting me stay in your tent, you’re trying to get into my pants. Y'know all you had to do was ask, right?” A smirk spread across his face.

“Trust me Murphy, if I wanted to, you’d be naked and begging by now.”

“Is that so?”

“You know it.”

“Then prove it.”

“No. You’re injured and I’m not really into the dirt and blood covered look. Now, take off your shirt.”

Giving you a, dare you say, playful glare he pulls his shirt over his head. You can’t contain the gasp that slips past your lips. His chest is covered in long, angry gashes. You put a hand on his shoulder, pushing him down so he’s on his back looking up at you. Shifting your position, you now sit near his waist, you’ll have to lean over him to reach the top of his chest. You start cleaning him from his collar bones down to his hips, trying to ignore his tensing abs. Blushing you reach the top of his pants and glance up at him. You know the next thing out of your mouth is going to be incredibly embarrassing to ask.

“I-is there, uh, anything else, I, um, need to clean?” You awkwardly ask, looking anywhere but his eyes.

“No, but there is something you can suck,” he says, his signature smirk placing itself back onto his lips.

“Only in your dreams,” you retort after quickly composing yourself, and rolling your eyes. You grab his shirt from where it had been carelessly dumped on the ground. He takes it from your outstretched hand, then lets it fall back to the ground next to the bed. All you can do is give him an exasperated look.

“Sorry doll, I sleep shirtless and it’s time for some shut-eye,” he places his arms under his head, muscles flexing as he does so. You hadn’t even realized the sun had set while you had been intently cleaning Murphy up. You also hadn’t realized how tired you were, once your muscles had stopped their task they felt heavy and sore. It had become a familiar feeling at the end of the day after working long hours healing the impulsive delinquents.

“And what makes you think you’re getting the bed?” You place a hand on your hip, head tilting to the side.

“C'mon, I’m injured.” His lips form a mock pout, matching the sarcastic glint in his eyes.

Sighing you tell him, “Fine scoot over,” while climbing up from where you were leaning back on your legs by his legs. You situate yourself under the covers Murphy had been pulling out from underneath him.

“Just a warning, I’m a sleep cuddler.” You turn your body, facing away from the boy, onto your side.

“Trust me, I don’t have a problem having you closer,” you hear him whisper right before you drift off to sleep. Making you question if he had really said that.

You woke up the next morning with a warm body pressed against your back, and a hand resting on your boob. For a second you relish in the warmth the body provides, before realizing who it was holding you. Struggling to move away from the embrace, the hands around you tighten. Wiggling for awhile longer with no use, you slump against him, giving up on getting away. Lightly you feel the all-too-familiar smirk of John Murphy press against the back of your neck. That asshole was awake.

“Murphy, if you don’t get your hand off my boob, I’m going to castrate you,” the threat came out of your mouth in a low growl.

anonymous asked:

could you write a blurb about harry picking up the missus from the airport after being separated for a few weeks and he can't help but be extra affectionate in front of photographers because he missed her so much

Switched around because I had the cute idea…

When he comes back from the European leg of the WWA tour and, with the break-up and reunion still fresh in his mind during the whole duration of the flight, as he pushes through with his suitcase towards the arrivals section of the airport, knowing that his girlfriend is waiting there with hugs and kisses and the car to take them back home, he’s sporting the biggest smile with a dimple popping and his cheeks beginning to ache. Green eyes searching amongst the tired, 3am faces that stood ahead of him as he left the doors, suitcase pulled behind him as chatter arose of his presence.

He’s barely out of the crowd of arrivees and suitcases before she’s running into his arms and holding him as tight as she can to her body. Arms around his waist and face pressed into his neck. Dressed in one of his thick sweaters, jeans on her legs with her slippers on her feet because shoes just wouldn’t he done during the journey to Heathrow. 

“Hey, hi. I’m home,” he whispers into her ear, pressing a kiss to the shell and nudging his nose against her head, “I missed you so much. God, it feels good to have you back around me again. Yeh comin’ out with me next time I leave. That was bloody torture, love.”

“I like that plan,” she whispers, looking up at him as he cups her head in his hands, thumbs brushing over her makeup-free cheeks. Her skin soft as he brushes the pads over gently, “I really, really like that plan, Harry. I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, love. So, so much.”

“You’re looking so tanned. I’m jealous of how much sun you’ve been getting,” she frowns, his thumb brushing over her pouted lips as his other hand snakes back around the handle of his suitcase, pulling it up and making it ready to pull off towards the exit, “are you ready to go? I’ve got a pillow in the car for you, from your place, if you want to sleep on the way back to your house.”

“Can we go back to your place?” He murmurs softly, lips brushing over her forehead as he places a gentle kiss to the skin just below her hairline, “I just want to be somewhere that feels like home. My house is so big. I just want to be somewhere intimate right now. Your flat is perfect.”

“My flat is a mess. I haven’t been back since Manchester,” she admits with blushing cheeks, leaning into the kiss as his boots squeak on the floor from shuffling his weight, “I think the sheets are still dirty and there’s some underwear on the floor, probably. A proper mess.” 

“I don’t care. S’closer to here anyway. Just want a bed,” he chuckles, eyes beginning to crinkle as a yawn built up in him, erupting from him as he covered his gaped mouth with the back of his hand, “c’mon. I don’t care about the underpants or the dirty sheets. We’ll only be adding when we get back,” he laughs as she scoffs and pushes his shoulder, pulling away from him and starting her journey back to the exit, “I didn’t mean it like that, baby. I don’t want to do that. I think I’ll end up falling asleep halfway through. I meant like-”

“Just get your arse to the car, Harry,” she smiles, “I know what you meant.”

(Loki x reader) Can’t Sleep pt.6

A/N: This is going to be less angsty than the last chapter don’t worry guys. This isn’t the best chapter tho, I’ll try to make the next one better  

Words: 952


Loki struggled to keep his eyelids open as he sat by your bed, dark circles surrounding his eyes and yawning every minute. He had been awake for at least 48 hours now, and he had stayed by your side for a majority of that time. Every now and then Thor would walk in to make sure that Loki was okay. He was met with the same sullen nod every single time. Loki had held your cold hand for so long his hand was starting to sweat. He didn’t mind though. He didn’t want to let go. He couldn’t let go. Not again.

Thor walked in an hour after he had last checked up on him and awkwardly stood by the door with a small take away cup in his hand.

He walked awkwardly up to Loki and stood beside him, putting the cup on the table and moving towards the door.

“I just came to give you this. It will help you stay awake. Although this doesn’t mean I don’t want you to eventually get to sleep” he said, walking out the door and not expecting an answer from him.

“Thank you…” Thor turned around after unexpectedly hearing him mumble. He smiled to himself as Loki continued to stare at you, worried that if he looked away from you for one second something would happen. Thor walked out the door as Loki continued to sit where he was, not touching the coffee. He didn’t feel like eating or drinking right now. He just wanted to watch over you. He wanted to make sure that if there was anything he could do to help, he would be right by your side.

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Glory Days sentence starters
  • "Heard he in love with some other chick."
  • "That hurt me, I'll admit."
  • "Forget that boy, I'm over it."
  • "I hope she gettin' better sex. Hope she ain't fakin' it like I did."
  • "Took four long years to call it quits."
  • "Guess I should say thank you."
  • "Ain't sure I loved you anyway."
  • "You're really quite the man."
  • "You made my heart break and that made me who I am."
  • "I swear you'll never bring me down."
  • "I deleted all your pics then blocked your number from my phone."
  • "You ain't getting this love no more."
  • "I feel like for the first time I am not faking."
  • "Don't you keep it all to yourself."
  • "Just a touch of your love is enough to knock me off of my feet all week."
  • "Why you making me wait so long?"
  • "I promise to keep this a secret, I'll never tell."
  • "I know that this could be something real."
  • "All damn night I was here waiting."
  • "I know you were with her, I know that you kissed her."
  • "I was so mad, had my break-up speech ready."
  • "You're dirty, disgusting, but I can't get enough of your loving."
  • "Boy, I hate you, really hate you."
  • "My mama said I shouldn't date you."
  • "You're cheatin', you're lyin', I know that you're hiding."
  • "Why am I such a fool when it comes to you?"
  • "All my friends say I'm a sucker."
  • "I wish you were dead 'til you take me to bed."
  • "You lead on my love."
  • "Oh, them brown eyes and that body..."
  • "I'll get my revenge, take my key to your Benz."
  • "Then you smile, that's my killer."
  • "We broke up, we're better off as friends."
  • "We broke up... Now I accidentally need you, I don't know what to do."
  • "I messed around and got caught up with you."
  • "I don't know how long I can wait."
  • "This could be my greatest mistake."
  • "We had a good run."
  • "We messed around and had some good fun."
  • "Guess it turns out I lost a good one."
  • "I accidentally know that you're in love with me, too."
  • "So can we try again?"
  • "We're official, more than friends."
  • "Is that what you call flirtin'?"
  • "When you wanna start growin' up, we can maybe fall in love."
  • "I need a man who can act like a man."
  • "Everybody warned me."
  • "But you're kinda hot, so I thought, why not?"
  • "I need a man."
  • "I'm tasty, delicious, I'm rough around the edges."
  • "My mind is obsessive, my flex is aggressive."
  • "Glad I didn't listen to my teachers."
  • "I don't mind offending, I ain't 'bout pretending."
  • "Them haters be hating, my fashion be trending."
  • "Get down and dirty."
  • "I don't ask the mirror, I know I'm the fairest."
  • "They wanna know who I'm sneakin' into my place, they don't need to know, no one's business how I play."
  • "Baby, you're the man, but I got the power."
  • "You make rain, but I'll make it shower."
  • "You should know, I'm the one who's in control."
  • "I got the power."
  • "Got you thinking that I'm all innocent, but wait 'till I get you home."
  • "If I ain't got nothin', least I got you."
  • "Come and kiss me like the first time."
  • "Let's pack up and run away, just me and you."
  • "There ain't no heartache you can't undo."
  • "You're the one that I need."
  • "Take my hand baby, please."
  • "I'm alive, if living's just a beating heart."
  • "We won't admit we've taken it too far."
  • "I know it's love cause I will always be the first to start making up excuses when it hurts."
  • "I'm alone again and all I want is to feel again."
  • "There's nobody like you."
  • "I'm screaming "I don't want you" but you know that I do."
  • "I only like myself when I'm with you."
  • "I'm alone again."
  • "All you left me with was scars."
  • "I keep trying to put this behind me."
  • "I still wanna know who's taking you home."
  • "For tonight, I'm going to get my mind off it."
  • "No more sad songs."
  • "Don't care where I go, just can't be alone."
  • "They'll never know me like you used to know me."
  • "I will only hurt myself, tryna hurt you."
  • "You got my adrenaline pumping when you stand so close."
  • "You had me at hello."
  • "You're the only one that's taking me home."
  • "If you want to touch it then baby you should."
  • "You got my permission to do what you like."
  • "No matter what the deal, babe, you know that I'll be there."
  • "We've come so far, baby."
  • "Nothing else matters like us."
  • "I don't wanna fight, not tonight."
  • "I don't really care about nothing else."
  • "I told you don't let me down, I know you never did."
  • "Look at us now, still you and me."
  • "I don't want nobody else."
  • "I got you all to myself."
  • "I give it all to you, so baby don't let me down."
  • "We got it all, babe, right where we want it to be."
  • "My leather jacket smells like your aftershave."
  • "All I wanna do is get your hands up on my booty."
  • "The thought of you is driving me wild."
  • "I love, love, love making love to you."
  • "You don't get these kisses for free."
  • "Don't make it worse lying to me."
  • "You'll be sleeping in the bed alone."
  • "Little boy, you better run along."
  • "I ain't playing games no more.
  • "Get your story straight."
  • "I won't forgive you for your mistakes."
  • "Don't try to turn this 'round boy, it's too late."
  • "Go 'head, boy, live your dream, don't come crawling back to me."
  • "I've got two sides of me, boy; the one you want your mother to meet and the one that's a freak."
Harry Can't Sleep, and Draco is Not Impressed With Knock-Knock Jokes (A Proposal)

I wrote you guys a little present as a thank you for 300 followers. Xoxoxoxo (and many more x’s an o’s.)


“Hey, Draco,” Harry whispers. Draco closes his eyes tighter, and focuses on willing himself into another universe where Harry Potter is not trying to wake him up at 3 a.m. after a 12 hour shift at St. Mungos.

“Draco? Are you sleeping?” Harry asks, and Draco wishes he was.

“…Are you awake?”

“How could I be anything but, with your incessant nattering,” Draco grouses, but his tone is far too fond for the words to have any bite. It’s habit, at this point, to snark at his boyfriend. Just like it’s habit to heave deep sighs when Harry wakes him at odd hours, but still always then roll over so they’re face to face. Draco does, and forces an eyelid open, catlike.

“Oh, good,” Harry continues, characteristically unrepentant. “I can’t sleep,” he whines.


“It’s like my brain just won’t shut up,” he continues, and Draco tenses, instantly alert.

He moves closer to Harry instinctively, tangling their legs and invading his space. His hand rubs up and down Harry’s thigh.

What’s it saying?“ He asks carefully, eyes searching Harry’s face for any crinkle or twitch of distress. They’ve both come a long way since the war and the general awfulness that followed after. It’s not like either of them wake up screaming on a regular basis anymore, at least. They’ve overcome a lot of the mental scars the war scraped into them, but sometimes…

Sometimes the scars feel fresher than other times, is all.

Harry pours water over his worry with a little shake of his head, kind of awkward against the pillow. He frowns at the pillow, like it’s personally at fault for this whole mess, and rolls. He props up on an elbow so he’s looking down on Draco. Draco’s hands follow easily, smoothing up and down on his lower back before fitting into the dimples just before his bum.

"No, it’s nothing bad, it’s-. Jokes, mostly.”

“Jokes,” Draco repeats, raising an eyebrow in disbelief.

“Yeah!” He says, enthusiastic. “Just, these jokes, over and over again. Like - Okay, like: Knock, knock?”

“It’s my fist knocking into your face,” Draco tells him seriously.

“Draco, come on.”

“Potter, your muggle knock-knock jokes are not NEARLY as amusing as you think.”

Harry reaches his free hand up to stroke Draco’s chin. He leans down and kisses him. It’s shockingly dirty from the get go, deep and all tongue and teeth. Harry pulls away much too quickly, leaving him gasping for breath. Harry notices, and grins all the wider as he says, “You’ll like this one. Trust me.”

Because he does, when Harry again says “knock, knock,” Draco asks, “Who’s there?” with minimal rolling of his eyes.


“Marry who?” Draco parrots obediently, instantly realizes what he has said, and freezes. He looks up in shock, mouth and eyes wide. His heart is loud, so loud , but Harry looks remarkably unfazed. Actually, no; Harry looks like a bastard that knows something Draco doesn’t, and is quite pleased with himself as such. If Draco looks close, though (and when it comes to Harry, he usually does) he can see a faint twinkle of uncertainty behind his eyes.

Harry takes a deep breath, and the grin ratchets up impossibly higher.

“Marry me?” He says, and it has the right inflection, but it’s not a question. It’s an invitation - it’s said in the same way Harry asks Draco along when he’s off to do something interesting, like flying or seeing a new potion or helping Hermione with a new proposal. Like Harry’s going to do something, but it would be much, much better if Draco came along.

“Still joking?” Draco breathes, terrified of either answer Harry could give.

“Only if you’re going to tell me no,” he says.

He looks up at the face of Harry - Harry who was his arch nemesis, the Boy who Lived, the Boy who Saved Everyone, and then the Man Who Didn’t Quite Know What to Do, Now. Harry who spoke at all the trials, and hearings and law-makings, and then didn’t know how to rest at home without a mission to save the world. Harry who once went through six jobs in one year, who is an excellent cook but burns the toast, who reads horoscopes aloud, for luck. Who has, thus far, brought home three stray dogs because he can’t bear a stray. Who became Draco’s best friend and then best EVERYTHING. Harry who is looking, hopeful and nervous, at him.

“Yes,” Draco says, simply. Harry crows in triumph and leaps at him.

Hours - or maybe days, or maybe years; time isn’t real, anyway - later, Draco is curled on Harry’s chest, sweaty and satisfied and HAPPY. He presses a kiss just below Harry’s nipple and says, “Alright, Potter. Get some sleep. You’ll need your rest.”

“Oh yeah? For what?” Harry grins cheekily.

“For coming up with a better proposal than that. We can hardly tell people you proposed in Knock-Knock format.”

Harry huffs, affecting indignation, but Draco kisses him and he kisses back and, all in all, it’s not the worst thing Draco has even been woken up for.

anonymous asked:

Jimin might have that fame of Gang Boss and stuff but I can't wait to see the Soft side inside him (that I believe that is hidden through that jerk grin and dirty accent)

“Hey boss, how’d it go?”

One of the new recruits - Jimin can’t really remember her name, but Hani brought her to the garage saying she had promise - stops Jimin when he’s about to enter his office. Jimin feels tired and sweaty after a whole day’s worth of stealing, and he’d just finished a phone call letting V know he could put the surveillance cameras back up, but he appreciates when recruits wants to keep themselves up to date; even if Jimin doesn’t allow them to come along.

“’t went well,” Jimin replies, “the girls are checkin’ the catch today. Few bikes and a pretty good 2005 Toyota Corolla picked up in sum’ neighborhood in Myeongdong. Looks like it hasn’t run a single mile.”

Jimin raises one eyebrow at the way the girl’s eyes glitters. “’m sure Hani’ll let ya look at the catch before we pull it apart,” Jimin continues, grinning.

“Really? Think so?” the girl exclaims, excitement obvious. “Oh cool - I’ll - I’m gonna go find her, then! Uhh - your hooker stopped by, by the way, he’s in your office?”

“My… hooker?” Jimin questions, crossing his arms over his chest. “Ya mean my darlin’ is ‘ere?”

The girl flushes. “Oh. Uh. Yeah, your boyfriend, then, I suppose?”

“Nah. Hooker’s right,” Jimin grinned, enjoying the panicked look on the girl’s face. “’m just messing with you girlie. You let him in?”

She nods, quickly. “Was I not supposed to? I mean, he didn’t give me much of a choice, just said ‘I’m here for your boss’ and when I said you weren’t in he just said he’d wait for you. Shut the door in my face and all, and - uhh - I mean no disrespect but I didn’t wanna go in your office.”

Huh. Jimin clicks his tongue. “S'okay girlie, you can let 'im in whenever. Technically he’s one of us, yeah?” He pauses, uncrosses his arms. “Run along then, before Hani dissembles everythin’.”

The girl nods and scampers off with a mumbled 'thank you G,’ and Jimin stares after her until she’s out of sight. He turns to his locked office door then, fingers itching. Yoongi isn’t supposed to be here today. Jimin hasn’t called him.

Was… something wrong?

Considering the possibility that they would have to get rid of another body, Jimin pushes the door open.

The office looks empty at first glance, until Jimin spots movement in the corner of the room. On the immaculate leather couch Hani had got him (stole) for his birthday lays Yoongi, sleeping. He is bundled into a few blankets Jimin keeps around whenever it gets a little too cold in the garage, cheek smushed into the fabric of the couch. Jimin closes the door behind himself, quietly, and suppresses a smile.

Slowly, Jimin walks over and sits down on the couch. He runs a hand through Yoongi’s mint hair, watching his face scrunch up in his sleep. Jimin chuckles when Yoongi opens his eyes drowsily and gives him a deadly glare. “This was a welcome surprise, darlin’,” Jimin says, “findin’ you on my couch like this. You wearin’ a little too much, though. The whole blanket burrito thing isn’t very sexy.”

“Fuck off,” Yoongi grunts, pulling the blankets around him a little tighter. “I’m not here to fuck.”

“Hmm… sounds fake.”

Yoongi throws him another glare. Jimin might have been intimidated if Yoongi didn’t look like a sleepy cat at the moment. “Again - fuck you,” Yoongi says, wriggling his hands out of the blanket to flip Jimin the bird. “You can have your way with me later, I just need sleep. Some assholes have been renovating next door so I can’t get any rest in my own apartment.”

“An’ my garage was the best option?” Jimin asks, smirk sliding onto his lips.

“Better than the brothel.”

Fair enough, Jimin supposes. He wasn’t going to complain about Yoongi showing up out of nowhere. At least he wasn’t hurt or needed Jimin’s help hurting someone. “Alright, s’ long as you suck my dick later.”

Grunt. “Gonna pay me?”

Jimin laughs. “Of course not. Forever indebted, Yoongi. Your own words.”

Yoongi grumbles. “Fine. I’ll suck your dick for free, you filthy, greedy loanshark. Now - let me rest.”

anonymous asked:

I have to go to college soon, but I regret choosing to do so. I just graduated high school, and this summer has felt so free. I've been able to explore myself and my surroundings, and I've been happy. I was an IB and AP student so I got an average of 2-3 hrs of sleep/night, and I am dreading going back to school. I feel like my freedom and my love of learning is being taken away. I need $1600 in 2 days, but the loan hasn't been certified yet. I've already spent so much that I can't back out now.

“…I’m also the only person my age who doesn’t have a phone (I can’t afford the bill, so I bought my own iPod yrs ago and it’s like a phone but I need wifi and can’t make calls). My family has a home phone and my parents have those old flip phones mainly used for calling. When I was younger, there used to be payphones everywhere and I would always play with them until someone else needed to use them. Now that I need them, they’re not around. I’ll be 250 miles away from my family with no way to talk.”

I’m really sorry to hear that hon, that is a tough situation to be in and I honestly can’t imagine not being able to contact my family! Mind if I offer some advice, one college kid to another?

It probably feels hopeless right now, but there are lots of ways to remedy a lack of money as a college kid, especially since you’re an AP student. You might have to sit on that debt for a bit so you can afford necessities like a phone. I learned how to play the system pretty quick, and now I’m literally getting payed to go to school. To actually survive U.S. college, you gotta be creative, aggressive, hard working, and willing to play a little dirty~

  • apply for *more* scholarships - there are some wild ones out there you’ve probably never heard of. Not a quick fix, but you can use the money to repay your student loans
  • start applying for scholarships now, not later - you will thank yourself come next fall when you have them already done
  • check for assistance in your state - most states have these. My state has a program where they pay for the tuition of struggling students in whole if they maintain a 2.0 or higher and take 15 credit hours per semester. Yours might too
  • be poor - …or at least make it look like you’re poor (I’m not telling you what this one means, take a stab in the dark and get creative). Scam the bourgeoisie.  
  • keep an eye out for work-scholarship programs - some schools have programs where students work or volunteer part-time while in school for financial assistance. Peace Corps and Learn and Serve America offer these work scholarships as well
  • ask for help from your family or community - you can always set up a gofundme for people to donate to you! Promo it all over social media, make your story sound extra heart-wrenching 
  • find ways to budget and cut costs - don’t buy new books (rent used), buy generic items, walk instead of driving a car when possible, don’t go out to eat super often (unless he’s paying, if ya know what I mean), etc. Budget and always have a small amount of money in your savings account rather than your checking (but not too much, we’re trying to look poor here)
  • get a part time job - often college campuses will pay a bit higher than minimum wage, so if you can squeeze in a job this helps a lot. Fight for that student manager position. 
  • file your FAFSA on time - if you’re from a poor family, this one helps a lot, but if not hey they might still give ya something
  • go to your school’s aid office - sometimes they have like really obscure scholarships just laying around for kids to grab up. Check back in frequently, they might have something new for you
  • the pell grant is your best friend - see if you are eligible, it helps out a lot
  • sell your services/items - you can sell your notes or write papers for others for a little cash (morally shaky but hey, I don’t judge), tutor others in something you excel at, repair garments if you sew, do some freelance photography for frats and sororities, help others move into the dorms for cash, become an uber driver, run errands for others, pet/house sit, sell used goods on poshmark or ebay or etsy, and (not recommended, but I have done it) you can sell your plasma for between $20-$50 per donation
  • become a lab rat - the psych department at my school pays for students to participate in experiments, like $15/30 minute test (which is like 115 packages of ramen noodles in college kid speak, important numbers here fam pay attention)
  • buy used textbooks and resell them - just do a price mark up of like 400% and you’re golden. Profit off of the dumb students around campus who don’t look for good deals. 
  • make money off of your hair - if you have really nice hair, you may be able to sell it for a hefty sum (I’ve heard numbers from $100 up to $1,000 from others). Hair will grow back. 
  • write for your school newspaper - you can make a few bucks writing freelance articles if you’re into that
  • don’t be stupid - you’re at school to learn, not to fuck around. The whole “do not pass go, do not collect $200″ thing is real. Stay out of trouble or you could lose your scholarships or even get expelled. 

Well, that’s about all I’ve got. I wish you the best of luck at school, hon! College is a lot of fun once you get into the groove of things, just try to stay sane! ♥♥

hamelin-born  asked:

Now that you've posted it, I can't stop thinking about the Dark Creatures!Fluff! Did Grindelwald actually try to /recreate/ the original lycanthropy curse? (It's just the kind of thing he'd do, you must admit). What /did/ happen after Graves' first transformation? Does dragon-shaped Newt curl up with him in the case during Full moons, and thus keep him from mauling himself? How did Graves react to the realization that Newt was a /dragon/? (reminds me of a dragon!Newt worldbuild I did once.)

@hamelin-born You actually just nailed a lot of my headcanons I eventually want to explore with this AU. 

How Graves was turned - 
In my mind, werewolves (I’m thinking of that scrawny looking Chihuahua thing Remus turned into in the movies, I will never not be upset about that abysmal creature design) in the Harry Potter universe have slowly been degrading over the generations - the original line of creatures being powerful things of legends as most of us think of them today (so in my mind, something like below)

Originally posted by hey-there-little-red-riding-hood

Their venom being the most potent. And each bite victim from there becoming steadily weaker and weaker (until you have something like Remus - scrawny and rabid and balding). Remus being the result of many generations of bite victims until the man that infected him had venom so impotent, it resulted in the following…

Originally posted by suitelikechocolate

Grindelwald is interested in the old ways. In restoring old magic and old rituals and old orders. That includes creatures. In his mind, lack of teaching and knowledge and protection of werewolves (in order to shield the no-majs and keep the secret of magic) has forced werewolves into repopulating in this quick and dirty way as compared to the old ways.

Knowing he would have a decent amount of time with Graves as his captive, he decides to punish the man while also using him in such a way that would most benefit Grindelwald - seeing if the old ways still worked. He doesn’t tell Graves this, lest the man try and resist. Most don’t know of the old ways anymore. Most wouldn’t recognize the ritual. He keeps Graves bound to a comfortable bed lined with enchanted wolf pelts - plush and rich and exotic. In the meager food he feeds him, he hides subtle hints of herbs made to encourage the change - unnoticeable if you don’t know what to look for. Graves no doubt thinks the horrid taste of his food to be part of his captivity.

And when Graves sleeps, Grindelwald performs the rituals. First he leads Graves deeper into slumber lest he wake. Then he fills the room with incense and chants spells in old tongues - and little by little each night, Graves dreams transform from him huddled in a dark cell, awaiting execution at the hands of Grindelwald to him running through a dark forest. And every night, his vision is a little lower to the ground and a little lower to the ground and a little lower to the ground.

It takes three months to complete the change - but when it finally happens, Graves is stunning. A pure image of what lycans once were - tall and proud and majestic. And Grindelwald couldn’t be prouder. He is caught before he could begin to curtail Graves’ will to his own. 

Graves struggles with the transformations once he is free - not because he lusts for human blood or anything that most werewolves of his generation (those changed via bites) experience. But because his wolf half is afraid of the city and the bright lights and the strange smells and the loud noises. What is this place? Where are the woods? He runs and he runs but cannot find them - until finally, a wooded place. It had strange, hard paths but it also has grass and trees and earth. It’s there that Newt finds him, exhausted from captivity and starving and afraid. He recognizes the length of wood in Newt’s hand. He knows its bad. But Newt rids himself of the stick and holds out his hands until dark sigils of tattoo like scales suddenly blared to life along the backs of his hands and the pale underside of his wrists. Warm and dark and ancient and understanding. His words are soft and assuring as he tells him he has somewhere Graves can stay. Somewhere he can eat and rest. Somewhere with other creatures. Graves is enough man still to know that while he can’t completely follow what Newt’s suggesting, the man is offering safe harbor. And the wolf cares only for food and woods and kin and somewhere to rest. 

They go into the case together. Newt gives him space. He places meat into the field and leaves so that Graves might eat in peace. He lets him rest. He lets him sleep in the dark grass. And when Graves finally wakes, he’s naked and staring up at a smiling, innocent face.

“Feeling better?”

Graves doesn’t remember the scales at first. But he connects the dots after a while. Newt runs to hot to be human. He speaks in tongues. There’s an ancientness to him that calms other creatures - and when he interacts with Newt, the creature inside himself immediately stills and calms beneath the softness of Newt’s voice. But its a dream that finally reminds him. A dream, a memory, from the war. Of Theseus suddenly disappearing and a dragon coming to save their squad at the last conceivable moment. Of hot hands hands sealing his sucking gut wound shut and soothing back sweat slick bangs as Graves tried to feverish tell Theseus all about the dragon he had seen. Theseus to this day mocks him for it. He didn’t see it. So Graves must have been delusional. 

But Newt was Theseus Scamander’s brother - a man who had served in the war with dragons. He connects the dots. He’s not crazy. Newt is surprised by how well Graves takes it.

“Do I need special paperwork to be here, director?” Newt says as he lazily rocks himself on Graves’ hips, grinding sensually. A teasing smile on his lips. “Being an illegal creature and what not?”

Graves rescue - could have gone smoother. No one anticipated he was a werewolf. He had no markings to suggest it. He nearly mauls a young auror in fear from so many crowding him. He acts on instinct. Barrels through a window and runs. Newt knows if the man knew how close he had come to slaughtering the men and women he had sworn to protect, Graves would have put himself down right then and there - no questions asked. No one blames him for reacting as a cornered and injured creature would. So no one tells him. And that’s that.

i just wanted to go to the carwash. but your friend texted me and he mentioned you and before i knew it, i found myself in front of your house.

i know, i know. but to be fair, i was only 10 minutes away and i was high. and my mom told me you painted your front door a million colors until you found the color of my eyes. and i know she was only saying that to make me feel better, but god, your neighborhood really lights up in the summertime. watching the leaves fly off of the trees really has a way of making me feel bone white.

i just wanted to go to the carwash, but instead, i parked my car next to the curb we used to take swigs of vodka on at 4 in the morning; i lit a bowl next to your front lawn and i sucked you in like laughter.

i thought i wanted to see you. i thought i wanted to watch my body shake besides you. i thought i wanted to look into your eyes, remember how much power you have over me, but all i could remember was watching you turn away.

for once, i didn’t miss the eyes that burned me for loving too intensely. i wondered what it would look like to see me outside of your open window. i texted your friend, “would he ignore me if i ducked?” and i think he wanted to say no but he said, “i think he’d ignore you even if you didn’t.“

when i came back from the carwash, my car was still dirty. i guess maybe i like being crazy. i like saying i scared my exs away instead of sleeping with them when my new boyfriend is out of town. i can say the friends i have now have not ever done me wrong. and your friends still talk like we were just for fun.

you didn’t give me a reason, so i am giving you one: don’t pick me. i’m the crazy one.

—  crazy

anonymous asked:

Scenario for Link getting his first Noble Pursuit? Zelda there to take care of him since the kid can't hold his liquor? And the hangover he has-- bad, terrible or excruciating?

Link’s first Noble Pursuit (Link and Zelda)

Link, don’t drink too much, okay? We still have to get back home. I don’t want to have to drag you back.”

“I’ll be fine.” He tipped the glass back and sighed, setting it down on the counter when he was done.

“Not at that rate.”

“Another, please?”

“Are you trying to die?”

“I’ll be fine, I swear.”

A while later, Link was drunk out of his mind and acting entirely different than normal; very touchy, very talkative, and not thinking before he was speaking.

“Link, no more, we need to go.”

“Nah, let’s stay!”

“Let’s not. We have things to do tomorrow.”

“It’ll be fiiiiiiine~.” He put his arm around her. “Why haven’t you had anything yet?”

“I have to get us home,” Zelda mumbled. “Speaking of which, it’s time to go. Come on.” She stood up and tugged on his arm to get him to follow her. 

“I don’t wanna,” he whined.

“Too bad. Let’s go.” Link grumbled something under his breath but complied.


Link rolled over and clutched his head when the sun filtering in through the window hit his face. 

“Good morning.” Link groaned and put a pillow over his face. 

“It’s not.” Zelda chuckled and set a glass of water by his bed. 

“Drink that. It’ll help, at least a bit. And sit up.” He squinted his eyes shut and pushed himself up with his hands. Zelda helped him sit upright. “There you go. How do you feel?”

“Like I just got trampled by 20 horses,” he mumbled nearly incoherently.

“That’s normal.” Zelda noticed his pale face. “You okay?”

“No. I feel disgusting.” He set his hand on his stomach and froze slightly. Zelda panicked and grabbed a dirty soup pot, shoving it into his arms. She held his hair back out of his face as he vomited into the pot. 

“I told you not to drink that much.”

“Shut up,” he grumbled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and coughing weakly. “I remember nothing except that I drank.”

“You didn’t do anything too embarrassing. You talked a lot. A lot. You were loud.” She stopped to rub his back comfortingly as he threw up again. “You told a lot of stories from before you were the appointed knight. The most interesting one was where the guy was dared to eat a dead rat off the floor of the dining hall and it turned out to be alive and half of them shrieked like small children.” Link chuckled slightly.

“That’s a good one.” He rubbed his forehead and closed his eyes. “Can I sleep this off?”

“Drink your water.” Link sighed and slowly sipped at the glass. Zelda grabbed a different soup pot and set it near him. “I guess it’s good that you haven’t cleaned in here in forever.” Once Link finished the water he laid down again with the pillow over his face. 

“Can you close the curtains?” Zelda heard enough of his muffled voice to make out what he was saying and walk over to do just that. 

“See you later, Link,” she said, patting his chest and leaving the room.

Secret Lives (Part 2)

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Summary: You and Steve become closer after you insist he stay with you at your motel instead of sleeping at the Gas-n-Sip.

Warnings: Smut (pretty vanilla, some dirty talk, unprotected sex,) some language, fluffy

A/N: Tag list is at the end, let me know if you’d like to be added.


Your motel room was definitely not the Ritz, but it was clean, had decent water pressure, and a small kitchenette. To you, it was nothing fancy; to Steve, after all he had been through, it was more than he felt he deserved.

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blankets [mingkit]

a/n: i’ve been in a bit of a slump lately so this took me way too long to write. it’s the second 750 follower drabble for the lovely @nongkongphob who listened to me whine about being unable to write and therefore more than deserves it!

i’ll do the other prompts as well, i promise! it just might take me a while.

i can’t sleep, kit types and hits send. it only takes about half a minute for his phone to buzz with a reply.

thoughts of n’ming keeping you awake?, the stupid white speech bubble under beam’s name reads. kit frowns.

i’m not thinking about ming, he writes. he’s lying right next to me.

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Prince On Every Tour: Controversy

NOTE: I forced myself to stay awake last night to do this. As you will see from the body of this post as well as the tags. Mistakes were made. But worth it.

It is currently 11PM but I decided to start now regardless. Because who needs sleep to be able to function at work in the morning? Right, me either. Therefore, tonight’s show folks:


Originally posted by onlyprincegifs

Overview:  Six short months after that friend of a friend’s concert in Paris in a 3000 person venue, here you are in Houston watching that same friend of a friend play an arena that holds 17,500. Why are you flying all over the world for this man anyway? Oh, because he’s STILL. FINE. And his band is EVEN BETTER. He’s traded in the bikini briefs for some nicely fitted pants, thrown some DEEPLY appreciated curls in that hair, and is putting on a show that is leaving you with several emotions you were unprepared to handle. And with the receipts he’s been throwing out all night across that stage, you have to resolve to just shoot your shot. You know SOMEONE’S gettin’ chose tonight. And it for doggone sure better be you. 

Sorry. I’m focused ya’ll. I promise. It’s just…this show ya’ll. This show. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen it, and BOY was it great to be reminded about what a treat it was. Especially after having watched the Paris show in all of it’s unpolished glory. Next to that, this Controversy show feels like it is years apart in production, in sound, in vocals. If we knew nothing about boyfriend, we would be hardpressed to find out that these shows were in such close proximity to each other. But they are, and that is the beauty of the great talent that is Prince. How he could just level up, and ever so quickly, leaving us still reeling from the euphoria of the thing he’s already left behind. What a man.

In terms of Prince productions, clearly this one is still low on the totem, but in no way was it ragtag or even unpolished in my opinion (though I have no problem with unpolished). I know most folks will say that Purple Rain is when he boiled it all down to a fine science, but I’d like to argue that this show was a clear indication that he had already figured it out this early on. He was just waiting for the rest of the world to catch up to him and what he already knew about himself. His confidence and ability to completely captivate this audience that is literally more than 5 times the one from six months prior is remarkable. He’s interacting with the audience more, which was basically not happening in the last show. His band is audibly tighter despite changes in members (hey Brownmark!). He is a more defined bandleader in this show and I’m loving watching him be subtly instructional. And hearing/seeing the results of what I’m sure is hours upon hours of hard work on all their parts is giving me life at 1:15am. Bless.

He’s also figured out how to channel a ton of that energy that just came exploding out in the last show a lot better this time around. Some of the dances are still like “Prince….” (see what someone so eloquently titled his mating dance during Let’s Work) but they are met with an underlying, not yet fully blossomed swag that makes you say “…okay” as you watch on fondly and maybe slightly aroused? Who’s to say? (I am, I am to say). The shoulder shimmy is still here at times tho, thank GOD. Some of that energy is also channeled into giving some insane guitar performances. There was an interpolation of I Feel For You after Why You Wanna, and I promise I felt myself lift from my bed slightly. 

Favorite Number: This is sincerely difficult seeing as how there wasn’t a single bad or boring number in this entire show. I mean, Second Coming took me to church, ya’ll hear me? CHURCH. And in the same breath, I will mention how he offered up several receipts during Head and Do Me Baby that I am not yet in a place to be unaffected by. And I am perfectly okay with staying in that place for the entirety of my life. Also, regarding Do Me Baby: GO ‘HEAD AND SING THE SONG PRINCE!!!!!! Insert as many of the handclap emojis you need to drive home the point.

But if I MUST choose, then I’m going Private Joy. The utter delight with which he performed that song made me smile soooo hard. It’s already a jam, so I think I will land there. Also, see aforementioned “also regarding Do Me Baby.” The boy was sangin’.

Favorite Outfit:
I love Prince in some good suspenders as much as the next guy, but the animal print blazer with a vest and no shirt during the encore is a clear winner for me.

Still Would Rating: I used to sleep on Controversy Prince long, long ago when it came to considering the “still would” factor. Since then I’ve learned. And tonight I relearned. Because not only did I watch Houston, but I slipped up and turned on the Capitol Theatre show as I’m typing this. He’s asking me if I wanna close my eyes as pants are unbuttoned and hip chains are irresponsibly revealed. WELP.

Overall Rating: This show is such a good time. Energy is high, nothing but jam after jam, and you get to see Prince really step into his stardom (I think) even if everyone else hadn’t quite seen it yet. It’s definitely one I will have to make sure I revisit more often. 

PREVIOUSLY, DIRTY MIND                                       NEXT UP…1999

Which Joestar household member should YOU fight?
  • Jonathan: Why would you do that? Why? Jonathan’s a good boy. He is also a pacifist who would go to great lengths to avoid fighting you. But if it comes down to it, there is absolutely no way you could win against him, either. 0/10
  • Joseph: He can be beaten, however, the odds are very slim. He’s also an annoyingly stubborn and dodgy little fucker, so fighting him would likely be more trouble than it’s worth. If you can catch him while he’s in the middle of one of his inconveniently timed spontaneous psychic visions, you could probably beat him. 3/10
  • Jotaro: Jotaro really, really doesn’t want to fight you. Not because he’s a pacifist or scared or anything, he’s just depressed and doesn’t want to make the effort. That being said he could absolutely kill you with one punch, so unless you assassinate him while he’s sleeping or something, you’re fucked. 1/10
  • Josuke: Yeah, he doesn’t really know how to fight at all. His diamond armor does give him some advantage, but it doesn’t cover his whole body, so it’s useless against knives. You could almost certainly fight Josuke and win, but really, do you really want to fight a 15-year-old orphan? Really? Does that make you feel good about yourself? 7/10
  • Caesar: Bitch, Caesar doesn’t even need superpowers to kick your ass. He has years of experience as a delinquent and a hell of a lot of pent-up aggression. Caesar can and will utterly destroy you, and then Joseph will laugh at you. 2/10
  • Kakyoin: He’s a complete nerd with not much in the way of physical strength, so you could almost certainly beat him, assuming he doesn’t play dirty. However, Kakyoin is an extremely petty person who will find some way to get revenge. You CAN beat him, but it might not be worth it to deal with the consequences. 5/10
  • Okuyasu: I’m calling the fucking cops you monster

anonymous asked:

Why do you think Chuuya can't control totally his ability? (well without dying at least)

This is a very hard question to answer tbh because we know very little about Ability Users in general, how their Abilities work and why there are people who are born with Abilities and whatnot… And each Ability is so different that they can scarcely be linked to each other except for the fact that they are on some level supernatural powers. I mean you have Kajii “I’m immune to lemon-shaped bombs” Motojirou and then you have Lucy “I can create a secret room in an alternate dimension and trap people behind a door that even I don’t know how to unlock” Montgomery 

Each Ability is so bizarre and complex and yet we’ve only actually seen a few people who can’t control their Abilities on their own.

But what I’ve noticed about these characters is that their Abilities can, on some level, be interpreted as a separate entity from themselves. Think about it; the three characters we have seen who can’t control their Abilities on their own are Atsushi, Kyouka, and Chuuya. 

Atsushi’s Ability turns him into a tiger, and that tiger can be interpreted as being a separate entity from Atsushi. We’ve even seen Atsushi having visions of the tiger and talking to it as if it were entirely separate from him and as if it had its own consciousness. Kyouka’s Ability is Demon Snow and the Demon appears to be a separate entity from Kyouka herself. You could argue that maybe Kyouka doesn’t have control over her Ability maybe because it was passed onto her? And the Demon doesn’t quite respect her enough to listen to her on its own yet? But then again, there’s that issue of the Ability having its own consciousness which is why it won’t listen to Kyouka even though it listened to her parents and to Akutagawa and to Kouyou.

Mind you, Kouyou and Akutagwa also have Abilities that appear to be separate entities from themselves, so Demon Snow might have respected Kouyou and Akutagawa because Golden Demon respects Kouyou and Rashomon respects Akutagawa. 

But back to Chuuya; Chuuya is a bit more difficult because as far as we can see, his Ability isn’t really separate from himself. As well as that, Corruption can almost be seen as a secondary Ability. He’s given it a second name, Corruption, while his primary gravity manipulation Ability remains named “For the Tainted Sorrow”. In addition to this, Corruption needs a special chant to activate it whereas For the Tainted Sorrow can be activated easily at any time without any special chant or otherwise triggering activity. So the mere fact that it might be an entirely separate Ability or a secondary Ability might provide insight into the reason why it is so unstable and why Chuuya isn’t able to control it.

However, in my honest opinion, I still think that Corruption is a separate entity from Chuuya altogether even though we can’t see a tiger or a demon or anything similar emerging from him when he uses that Ability. But I think that in the anime you can glean much more evidence that it might be a separate entity than in the manga because of the markings that appear on Chuuya when he activates Corruption in the anime.

Corruption is often portrayed as Chuuya being possessed. Chuuya seeing himself as a monster or a demon when he activates Corruption, not feeling human, feeling possessed, feeling like he isn’t in control of his own body, etc. And aside from fanon interpretation we can see in-canon how Chuuya’s face goes blank (his eyes dilate an impossible amount in the anime) and how he seems to be drunk on power, grinning and laughing like a madman, as if he were a demon. 

Plus, there is the matter of the words that he chants to activate Corruption:

“Oh, Grantors of Dark Disgrace! Do not wake me again!”

Implying that he is going to sleep. Being put to sleep by these “grantors of dark disgrace”. Again, implying that there is a separate entity from Chuuya at work here. That these “grantors of dark disgrace” are taking over Chuuya’s body for him, putting his mind to sleep, and doing the dirty work for him.

Personally, that’s my interpretation. Given the evidence that we have of the other people who can’t control their Abilities on their own as well as the words needed to activate Corruption I would say that it’s a very plausible theory that Chuuya can’t control Corruption because it is not actually himself, but rather, an entity that is separate from himself and takes control of his body when he activates it. 

ryvetted4  asked:

Hi, for the prompt ideas could you do Sterek and "You can't keep kissing strangers and pretending that it's him!!"

1086 words, i broke my own rules on the first try. keeping it brief is hard work.

Someone knocks on the stall door. Stiles isn’t paying much attention to his surroundings; most of his focus is on the mouth on his neck and the hand down his pants - but he sighs and says, “It’s occupied.”

The knock comes again, more forcefully. “Stiles,” Scott’s voice hisses.

The guy Stiles is sharing the stall with lifts his head, eyebrows rising. “That your boyfriend?”

Stiles rolls his eyes. “No.” He raises his voice so Scott knows it’s directed at him. “If you’re leaving, go ahead. I’ll be home later.” The guy grins at him; Stiles grins back.

“Stiles,” Scott says again, exasperated. He rattles at the stall door. “Come on!”

Stiles heaves an irritated sigh. “One sec,” he tells the guy, and crowds him back so he can unlock the door, pulling it open enough so that he can glare out at Scott. “Will you please leave?”

“No,” Scott says. “Come on, man, this isn’t good for you. You know that.”

“No,” Stiles says icily, “I don’t. I’m having fun, Scott, I - ”

“You can’t keep doing this,” Scott says, his face creasing with worry. “You can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that it’s him!”

Stiles’ mouth snaps shut, heat flooding his cheeks.

“Sorry,” Scott says softly. “I shouldn’t have - sorry.”

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