coo stuff

nino had a crush on marinette and there’s nothing you can do to convince me otherwise


“It’ll all seem like a distant memory, except for you, because wherever I go and whoever I’m with, I’ll always love you.”


Expensive Things to Buy - Really Cool Stuff For Sale

anonymous asked:

This porn by got7sextape in your faves, can you write a hc based on this + backstage. Jungkook won something (doing sports) and Jimin is the cheerleader and yeah ;_;

(NSFW video anon is talking about)

+ Jungkook grips and re-grips his tennis racket as he watches his Taehyung run back and forth on the court.

+ The team currently lost both double matches but has won the first singles match and Taehyung was leading the second single match at 5-3. One more point and they’ll be tied.

+ “BTS wins 6-3″ the referee calls and Jungkook takes a gulp of water as before standing up. If the team wins this match they win the championship so a whole bunch of pressure is now resting on Jungkook’s shoulders.

+ “G-O-L-D-E-N!” *Clapping sounds* “K-O-O-K-I-E!” *More clapping noises*

+ Jungkook smiles before turning around to face the stands.

+ Jimin was holding pom poms while in a halter top and shorts, cheering and smiling brightly. “GO JEON JUNGKOOKIE!”

+ Jungkook licks his lips before shooting his boyfriend a kiss. Jimin giggles before shooting one back with a wink before cheering again. Since during the game Jimin can’t cheer he wants to get it all out.

+ Jungkook doesn’t feel the pressure anymore as he smiles at his opponent but is thinking about how fucking adorable Jimin looks in his outfit. Jungkook holds the tennis ball in his hand as he smirks to himself. Jungkook could fuck Jimin the sooner the match ended.

+ “Game 7-5 BTS wins!”

+ “Kookie!” Jimin cheers tossing his poms away as he jumps over the ledge and runs towards his sweaty boyfriend, “you won the championship!” Jungkook catches his boyfriend who flings himself at him as he laughs.

+ “I sure did.” Jungkook says before swooping down to kiss Jimin, ignoring the sounds from his teasing teammates, “I hope I get prize?” Jimin smiles before kissing Jungkook, “Of course you do.”

+ Jungkook had to take pictures with the trophy and had to also carry it, but once he could, Jungkook gave the trophy to his coach and snagged his boyfriend to head to the locker room.

+ “K-Kookie.” Jimin whines softly as Jungkook pins him against a locker, “d-don’t you wa-nna wait till we l-leave?”

+ “No way.” Jungkook starts dry humping Jimin who moans softly, “I need you now. All I could think about is your ass in these tiny blue shorts.” Jimin laughs as his hands go up to grip Jungkook’s hair and tugs it softly.

+ “I know the perfect spot. Remember to bring the stuff.” Jimin coos  before lightly pushing Jungkook away from him before walking away and swaying his hips in such away his booty jiggles. Jungkook moan as he quickly opens his bag to grab his travel lube and condom before chasing after his man.

+ Jungkook didn’t know what room it was nor did he care, all he cared about was that Jimin was laying on this table holding his legs apart exposing his cute glossy ass hole that keeps flexing in need.

+ “hurry Kookie.” Jimin pouts cutely “I wanna feel your pretty cock in me.”

+ Jungkook almost came in his condom as he moan at Jimin. “Fuck, mochi!” Jungkook pours more lube on his cock before going into Jimin who arches his back. “remember we gotta be quite mochi.”

+ “Just fuck me baby.” Jimin says as he reacts to brush Jungkook’s thigh.

+ Jungkook starts at a unforgiving pace that makes Jimin yelp but is silence mostly by Jungkook’s lips on his. The slapping sound of their bodies is louder then their moans mixing softly together or the smacking of their lips together.

+ Jimin keens softly as he arches into Jungkook’s as his boyfriend thrusts into him. Jungkook groans as his grips Jimin’s ass harshly going harder.

+ They cum a handful of thrusts later and both keep panting heavily.

+ “congrats on winning Jungkook.” Jimin says breathlessly as he runs his finger through Jungkook’s hair. Jungkook smiles as he leans down to kiss Jimin softly.

+ “thanks for being the ultimate prize.” Jimin rolls his eyes but smiles as he gently pushes Jungkook away to gather his shorts.

+ “Oh baby boy, you haven’t gotten your ultimate prize yet.” Jimin says winking at his boyfriend, “you’ll have to see what you get tonight.”

+ Jungkook groans as he  pulls Jimin back onto the table and Jimin giggles.

windowcomics  asked:

a-are you my sister? are you my clone? WHAT ARE YOU AAAAAAAAA. Hi, I like your stuff. I also do pigeon things. We should be pigeon buddies. You know that mating dance pigeons do? Pretend I'm doing it at you but for like friendship and stuff. Coo COO motherfucker

anonymous asked:

Hey i was just wondering why in some of your fics its like either y/n or harry have like an orgasm and then whoever gave them the orgasm is like "come back to me" or whatever like why do they just space out ily btw❤


I’ve started a post on this a few times since Sunday and think I can finally write a bit without keyboard smashing.  I have had a very bad weekend which made me extremely angry and killed a lot of enthusiasm I had for 2017 plans.  I’m still angry.  

The short:  I found geckos I sold two months ago on a table at Repticon, and the girl was on that table gravid. 

Keep reading

willworkforcakes  asked:

Can I have a scenario where Kise's childhood best friend, whom he and another close friend share an apartment with and relies on for support, disappears or dies in an accident and the place is filled with memories and all her art pieces - paintings, sculptures, plushies, etc. and everything reminds him of her? And it was around the time things were looking up for them. And he just really misses her.

why would you request this why would you do this to me asdfghjkl *dies* If any of you has ever lost somone, please consider what this request entails before reading it. -Admin Fyre

Accompanying soundtrack: Guren from Naruto Shippuuden

He remembers it as if it was yesterday, even though it’s been days, or weeks, since then.

Getting the phone call from Akashi early in the morning, 6am, his chest suddenly filled with dread, and his mind is blank and there’s blood pounding in his ears, and running, despite Akashi’s offer to send a driver, all the way to the crash site several streets from his house.

Complete mayhem, stretchers and sirens everywhere, and it’s like everything’s gone white, because it’s impossible, impossible, that she’s hurt, she’s in critical condition, she’s on the verge of death and there are medics trying to revive her, Midorima among them, and Kise barely heard them pronouncing her dead because all he can do is scream her name, over and over and over—

Murasakibara and Aomine are holding him back, Akashi is telling him to stop acting like a child, but he won’t stop, and Kuroko, Kurokocchi of all people, has to punch him, his eyes filled with tears and uncharacteristic anger and grief, and he grabs Kise by the shirt collar and says that nothing, nothing in the world can bring her back.

He remembers screaming again, not in anger, but out of pure sadness, breaking down right there in the street when the sun is barely up.

She was coming back early from visiting her parents, to surprise him.

The rest was just a blur, even her funeral. Strangers gave him their condolences, but talked behind his back. His teammates, old and new, tried to console him, but Kise could barely hear them. They’re all saying the same thing, anyway.

He’s not like himself, that Kise.

It must have hit him hard. They were very close. Friends since childhood…

It’s like all the light has gone out of him.

She was his light, however corny that sounded. Of course it was gone.

The house is quiet when Kise enters. No blaring pop music, no smell of paint, no stifling perfume. As he takes off his shoes he glances in the mirror and is only mildly startled by the gaunt face that stares back. He’s lost a lot of weight, and his eyes are filled with empty pain.

Kise puts his keys down at the table, and the clank of steel is loud and unforgiving. She used to forget her keys all the time, Kise remembers, and he’d have to run out, make-up half done, to open the door for her, and she’d laugh at him, winged eyeliner only on one side, and darting past him when he swipes for her phone, containing pictures of his hideousness.

I can’t stay here, Kise thinks. Too many memories.

But he’s walking into the house anyway, and every step in the place reminds him of her. Making cupcakes in the kitchen, sugar and sprinkles everywhere, laughing as the two of them sang and danced. Paint clogging the sink, bath bombs in the tub. Clay on the walls, bits of thread and yarn here and there. She was an artistic person, in all of its forms.

There used to be colour everywhere. Now the grey just reminds Kise of its absence.

Then Kise walks into her room, and he stops, his breath hitching in his throat. The room is filled with visual reminders of her - clay sculptures of owls and hedgehogs on the windowsill, splashed with colours they’d never really be; yarn plushies piled on the sofa, of creatures that don’t exist in this world but did inside her mind; and her latest interest: painting. The room is stacked with paintings, old and new, in varying degrees of professionalism.

Kise can almost see her, sitting in front of the canvas with her hair tied back in a bandana, dried paint splotched on her skin and clothes, but her expression relaxed and uncaring as she hummed. She painted all the time - portraits of Kise, still-lifes of coffee mugs and ornaments, landscapes of places she’d never visited.

She grew up poor, but Kise’s pretty face made a steady income, and as the money stacked up, she’d grin and loop her arm around his shoulders and say, “Let’s travel the world when we’ve got enough.”

And he’d smile and say, “Sounds great!”

There’s the money jar in the corner, filled with tips that she earned at the waitressing job, and the checks he received from the modelling agency. Coins and bills and…a blue envelope?

Confused and curious, Kise went over and unscrewed the jar, taking out the lined sheet of paper within the envelope - and immediately recognising her writing on it.

Hey Ryouta,

If you’re reading this then it means I’ve moved out! Did you think I actually suggested saving up all this money to travel the world? :D Of course not! This is for you and your future girlfriend, you dummy. I don’t want to be a third wheel for you lovebirds (I bet you do really sickly sweet stuff like coo at each other and tell each other ‘I love you’ ten times a day, ew) so when I told you we should save up money, I’d already talked it over with my parents that one day I’ll move back in with them - if you ever got a girlfriend and she wanted to move in. ^-^

Yeah, yeah, I know what you’re thinking, you’re probably rich enough to afford anything you two want, so why would I go through all the trouble for you, right? Well the answer’s simple. You’re my best friend. That’s all there is to it. You can use the money for whatever you want! Consider this my present to you for sticking with me for so long.

If your girlfriend’s reading this too, RYOUTA’S A TOTAL LOSER AND A CRYBABY! Just kidding, he’s actually pretty cool but if he pulls that pouting face on you, don’t fall for it, he’s making you let down your guard so he can tickle you. He’s not as dumb as he looks.

Kise utters a half-laugh, half-sob. Too late he realises he’s crying.

Anyway, I’m running out of space on this stupid thing. I’m not good with words, you know that - I wish I could paint my feelings on a canvas. You’re probably crying, aren’t you? You always did cry over the dumbest things, even when we were kids. You were like the hopeless little brother I never had. Maybe not so hopeless now, since you’ve got that pretty face going for you.

Quit crying, I know you are! I’m not gone forever, you dummy. Look, I’m even leaving some of my paintings for you to look at if you miss me. But you can’t rely on me forever. Call me up if you need help, but you’ll have to stand on your own two feet someday. I’ll be here for you if you need me, always.

Take care :)


Kise grips the paper tight in his hands, until it’s all crumpled and his knuckles white. The apartment is filled with mementos of her: her sculptures, her plushies, her paintings. But he only needs one thing to remember her by, and he holds it to his chest by his heart, sobs racking his body in the grey silence.

He blames himself, of course. She’d tell him not to, if she were here.

But she isn’t.

Teeth (Tao)

Originally posted by lil-duckling

Type: Fluff

“Ow” Tao calls out “Lian don’t bite” he continues as he glances down at the teething baby in his lap. She just smiles at him “violent little girl I know you don’t do this to mommy” he coos turning her to face him. She grabs a hold of his shirt and as she bring it to her mouth he grabs her hand “no no no not material to chew on” he spoke leaning down and kissing her head. But to his demise she tried to chew on his shirt “you know you could have grabbed her one of these” you spoke holding up a teething ring. 

“Mama is a life saver” he coos as you hand him the ring as a light cheer leaves Lian’s mouth as her mouth wraps around the ring. “How are you this morning babe?” he asks you as he patted the spot on the couch beside him for you to sit down. Smiling you did, he kissed your cheek as you and laid his head onto your shoulder “Lian is so cute you know, we made a cute baby even if she likes to chew on daddy’s expensive stuff” he coos looking at the small girl in his lap. 

“How many teeth do you think she has now?” you asked him “I felt like 4 when she bit me earlier” he said as you rested your head against his “she’s growing up too fast” you mumbled as he made a sound in agreement. “Oh well I guess we will just have to have another” he speaks as a large smirk comes to his face.

You looked at him in shock “come on we had one expect another” he teased as he turned his head and began kissing your neck lightly. You clamped down lightly on his head from the slight tickle. “You really want another baby chewing on your expensive T-shirts?” you asked in a teasing tone. He pretended to think about it before he smirked and went back to kissing your neck again before Lian made a sound for attention.

Tao smiles as he pulls away “daddy is sorry did you want his attention again” he coos as he looks back at her. She smiles and hands him the slobber covered ring as a look of disgust crossed his face as he did. “Thank you sweet girl” he coos before he hands it to you. You rolled your eyes and rubbed one of your hands onto his shirt making him gasp before you got up. “Big baby” you mumble as he glares at you as you walk away. “You love me!” he calls “sadly” you tease as he smiles at Lian “mama is silly no?” he coos.

anonymous asked:

For the vongola: their child climbs up onto their lap, tucks themselves into their suit jacket and falls asleep while they're working. how would they react?

to make up for my writer’s block, here is one of the drafts I had saved.  

Tsuna: The man regretted how busy work kept him and the memories he missed out on with his family.  So when his young son crawled into his lap to watch him do paperwork, it brought a smile to his face.  “Your building blocks are probably a lot more fun that watching me sign stuff,” he cooed to the two year old.  

The boy looked up at him and gave a small yawn before snuggling into his chest.  Tsuna smiled again, grabbing the next batch of papers that needed his signature.  A moment later he felt the buttons on his suit jacket come undone and his two year crawl closer to his chest, pulling the jacket closed around him.  He reached for his phone, snapping a quick picture and sending it to you before getting back to work, a smile permanently etched on his face.

Gokudera: The man let out a sigh as he reclined on the couch in his office, the chair was a little broken and after sitting in it all day his back was aching.  He had a stack of papers next to him as he read through them all, figuring out what he could sign and what needed Tsuna’s signature.  

His daughter was curled up on his chest.  He was tasked with watching her while you were at the hospital with your sick friend.  He glanced down at the six month old when she let out a sneeze, waking herself up.  

Letting out a little chuckle he placed his hand on the baby’s back, making sure she wasn’t going to start crying.  When she laid her head back down to sleep he went back to reading the papers.  

He had just set the stack he had down when he felt his daughter playing with his jacket buttons.  She sat up on his chest, playing with the two sides of the jacket, flapping them.  

“Having fun?” he asked.  The little girl nodded at him before lying back down, pulling the two sides over her.  He would never tell anyone, but his heart melted a little as he re-buttoned the now tight jacket over his daughter.  

Yamamoto: The man laughed when his son clambered into his lap on the couch as he cleaned his sword.  “Be careful, this is sharp,” he warned as the boy watched.  

The three year old was the most curious child he had ever met, which wasn’t always a good thing.  It made baby proofing the house harder when he was younger.

The AC kicked on and the short sleeved t-shirt clad child let out a small shiver.  Before Yamamoto could react, the boy was unbuttoning his jacket and climbing inside, re-buttoning it over him.  

Yamamoto laughed again, looking down at his son, his legs sticking out from underneath the jacket, but his arms and torso tucked neatly inside it.  Going back to cleaning his sword with a smile on his face, he glanced down every now and then, noticing that his son was getting drowsier and drowsier each time until he ultimately fell asleep.  

Lambo: The man grinned down at his daughter, playing with her teddy bear on his lap as he sent out emails and reports.  It was a boring day at work and she had already gone through most of her toys.  He was starting to worry that she wouldn’t make it the next three hours before you came to pick her up.

The Guardian went back to his emails, letting his daughter play with the bear.  It wasn’t long though before the one and a half year old girl tossed her teddy bear to the floor and started looking for other things to play with. 

While typing his emails he had to grab his coffee cup and put it farther out of her reach, take the stapler from her hand, his tie because she nearly chocked him, and several of his pens.

Realizing she couldn’t play with the things on his desk, she went to playing with the buttons on his jacket.  She was able to undo them and gave up trying to redo them before crawling further onto his lap and snuggling into his chest.

“Nap time?” he smiled, looking down at his sleepy child before buttoning his jacket up around them.  

Ryohei: He was sitting forward in his chair, his four year son sitting behind him, playing with a toy car, driving it up and down his back while he worked.  The child was easily entertained, something he was always grateful for.  He had been content driving a couple cars on his back for the last hour and a half now, making his work easier.  

But eventually he did grow tired of that, even with Ryohei moving his shoulders around to stretch his back muscles, changing the ‘terrain’ for the cars.  He laughed a little, his son hitting his ticklish spot as he pulled the suit jacket up and pulled it over him.

“Comfy?” the man asked as his son wrapped his arms around his dad’s waist and resting his head against his back. 

“Yeah,” came the muffled reply, which was quickly replaced with a soft snore.

Hibari: He loved his daughter, he really did, but babysitting her while at work was not something he loved.  He hated having to juggle between the two aspects of his life, preferring to keep them separate.  But you had to leave for a work emergency and there was no baby sitter on short notice.  

He glanced up from his papers, checking to make sure his daughter was still content and safe playing in front of his desk.  Sure enough, there she was, playing with the stuffed animals.

Going back to his paperwork he managed to get through several pieces before he felt the 8 month old tug at his pant leg.  Carefully, he scooted his chair back and picked this child up, holding her to his chest as he scooted his chair back toward his desk.  

The child sat on his lap, playing with his tie, batting at like a cat, much to his amusement.  She lost interest in it eventually and started looking around, figuring out what else she could do.  Hibari watched her with curious eyes, his hands ready to catch her if she fell off his lap.  

Grabbing the bottom of his suit jacket she pulled it a little, and noticing that it went up, she poked her head into his chest.  “What are you doing Omnivore?”  But the little girl kept going, pulling at the jacket more as she crawled into the space between it and his shirt.  

Adjusting herself a little, her head poked out of the top and she stared up at Hibari with a triumphant grin.  “You get this from your mother/other father,” he said, amused at her reaction.  

Chrome: The woman was more than happy to watch her son while you ran to your doctor’s appointment for your eyes.   The little boy, having just celebrated his second birthday, had plenty of new toys to play with as he sat beside the desk, pushing around a huge toy truck.  Thank God you took out the batteries she thought.  The truck came with all the bells and whistles but what the two year old didn’t know, wouldn’t give her a headache.  

He zoomed around with the truck, putting some of his other toys in the truck bed and giving them rides to different parts of the office.  She glanced up every now and then with a smile on her face.

With his energy expended, he tottered over toward his mom, wanting in her lap.  Picking him up, she placed him in her lap, situating him so she could still type at the computer.  He shuffled around a little more and she felt the buttons on her jacket come undone.  

Moving to fix them, she watched as he snuggling close to her chest, straddling her lap as his legs dangled off the sides of the chair and his eyes close.  She re did the buttons on the jacket, holding him tight to her and making sure he wouldn’t fall off.

Mukuro: The man grinned down at his daughter.  The little girl had successfully climbed into his lap without dropping her toy.  “Can I help you?” he asked, picking her up and setting her on the desk so he could look her in the eye.  

“Sleepy,” was her reply as she stretched her arms out in front of her, her fingers opening and closing as she made fists, wanting him to pick her up and hold her. 

He obliged and pulled her into his chest, wrapping an arm around her while he continued to write his report.  But it wasn’t enough for her.  

She leaned back and grabbed the bottom of his jacket, pulling it up and over her.  He grinned down at the girl, readjusting the jacket a little and wrapping his arm around her once more before she fell asleep.

Yoongi; good good boyfriend

this is so long overdue i bet your period’s over but READ THIS WHEN YOU FEEL PAIN OKAY
//again, a bit short, but it’s just a ‘scene’-thing so i couldn’t develop so much out of it boopbadoopdadoop
;;in which you fucking love Yoongi // 437 words

(photo credit)

Yoongi hates it when you’re in pain.

Even more when there’s nothing he can do about it. Though, it only happens once a month (to be exact, five days or so), he takes it rather seriously. He feels guiltier if he’s not around and since he is, he makes up for all the times he’s not. (Tours, concerts and training get the most of him, you understand)

“Babe?” Yoongi pushes the door open, taking in the sight of you curled up in bed like a human burrito and Yoongi shouldn’t laugh but he does. So cute.

He approaches you, then takes a seat on the bed before he lightly taps your bottom, “I’m back,”

“I know,” You huff, yet, making no effort to look at him. The pain is almost unbearable and jeez, fuck, it’s always shitty on the second day. You’re pressing a hot bottle pack to your stomach but even with that it doesn’t relieve that much of the cramps twisting from within. Damn it God, why did you have to make it hurt this bad? Yoongi smoothens his hand on your lower back, feeling your figure through the comforter and he doesn’t let you go when he lightly pinches your waist, “C’mon now, at least look at me,”

You gruffly let out a what as you yank the fluff covering part of your face and he’s grinning at you the moment your eyes meet. Though, yours is blazing with an aching of pain, his is glowing brighter than the sun that you can’t get mad at him even if the mood swings hit like a truck.

“What…?” You end up whining when he doesn’t say anything and he decides to stop tormenting you.

He lifts up the plastic bag he has, dangling it in the slightest, “I got you some stuff you asked for,”

You frown, yet, shifting a bit to see him properly, turning your body until part of your thigh is pressed to his, “I only asked for—“

“I know, pads, but I decided that since I was there, might as well get a bunch of other stuff,” He coos, revealing that he’s gotten some of your favorite candy, packs of tea that are of your favor, some Chinese herb that aids with period cramps and you’re curling into the warmth of Min Yoongi when he puts all the stuff aside, “I fucking love you,”

He chuckles and threads his fingers through your hair, then dipping down to kiss the crown of your head before he—“I know. I love me too,”

“You little fuck—“

“I’ll go make some tea.”

preference #3: your best friend tweets a picture of you two cuddling


Your best friend pulls into the parking space around noon, grinning devilishly when she sees Luke’s car parked. She turns the car off and hurries inside, hoping to catch you two in a heated moment. She loved embarrassing the two of you because you got blushy and giggly and Luke’s cheeks turned red and hides his face in your neck or on your back. She opens the front door quietly, setting her stuff down on the couch before quietly walking back to your room before swinging the door open, ready to say something stupid until she sees the two of you cuddled up, asleep. The both of you were naked - she obviously missed her chance at embarrassing you - but you were in such a cute position, she debated on whether she should just leave quietly or jump on the two of you. You had your head on his chest and your arms close to you, resting on stomach while he had one arm beneath your head, tangled in your hair while his other was resting on your waist, holding you as close as possible. After more debating, she decides on a happy medium and pulls out her phone, walking closer to the two of you then snapping a picture. She put it on Twitter as she walked out, feeling rather proud of herself.

@Y/BF/T: aw, look at @Y/T/N and @Luke5SOS cuddling. they’re so gross.


Your best friend tiredly walks up the steps to your shared apartment, ready to have the apartment to herself. You had told her that morning that you would be out shopping with Calum’s mom all day, since Calum was in America and you weren’t spending 98% of your time with him as usual. The two of you had also gotten a new armchair the day before; it was big and comfy and calling her name. She opens the door and goes to the kitchen, dropping her stuff on the counter. She makes herself popcorn and grabs a soda before walking into the living room, ready to cuddle up on the chair and watch movies, until she sees you and Calum sprawled out on it, looking rather uncomfortable. Your arm is thrown over the side of the chair, the other resting until your chin and your legs pulled up. Calum was close behind with one arm wrapped around your waist and the other underneath his head, a sheet lazily thrown on the two of you. She laughs, setting her stuff done and quietly hurrying to get her phone. She brings up the camera and takes a picture, adding a caption before posting it two Twitter. “You two are so adorable,” she coos then grabs her stuff and goes to her room.

@Y/BF/T: What the hell kind of sleeping position is this? @Y/T/N @Calum5SOS


Your best friend searched all over the living room, looking for the remote to the TV. She doesn’t want to ask you if you’d seen it - Ashton had just got back from touring early in the morning and she wanted you two to have your time together - but since the two of you were in the living room watching TV earlier, she knew you were the last to have it. Not mention Ashton always misplaces the remote. Her favorite TV show came on in merely five minutes so she gave up, going back to your room and knocking on the door. After getting no response or hearing any movements on the other side of the door, she opens the door slowly, peeking her head in and finding the two of them asleep with the dog on the bed as well. “Aw, did they lock you in here?” she cooed to the dog, scratching behind his ear. She looks to you and Ashton and quietly lets out an “Aw,” at how cute the two of you are. It didn’t look like either of you were wearing clothes - something you’d definitely hear about when you woke up - and were cuddling, soft snores coming from Ashton. He was on his back, one arm resting on the dog and the other around your shoulder, holding you close. Your head was resting on his arm, one arm hidden underneath you while the other rested on his chest. She quickly runs out to get her phone, finding you two in the same position when she returns. She takes a picture, quickly loading it to Twitter before stealing your remote and quietly leaving.

@Y/BF/T: They hid the remote then got cute and fell asleep. ): @Ashton5SOS @Y/T/N


Your best friend wakes up from her nap, hearing loud noises coming from the living room. She tries to ignore them and go back to sleep but it’s no use so instead she gets up, ready to tell you and Michael to go to your room for sexy time and be quiet about it. But when she reaches the living room, she sees you and Michael cuddling on the couch, you asleep and him playing his PlayStation he apparently brought over. He was laying on his back, propped up slightly, with his arms around you to hold the controller, while you were curled into his chest, one leg laced between his own. “Why the hell is this so loud? And how is Y/N now waking up?” she asks. “It just started getting loud but I can’t get up to turn it down because of Y/N. And when she’s out, she's out. You should know that by now,” Michael replies with a chuckle, focusing on his game. Your best friend sigh, knowing just just difficult it is to wake you up. “Well, while the people who actually live here try to sleep, have fun with your game,” she teases, turning the volume down. “I will,” he mumbles, now fully distracted by his game. Your best friend laughs before getting an idea. She grabs her phone then walks back into he living room quietly, Michael having no idea she’s even there. .She takes a picture and loads it to Twitter, adding a quick caption before going to back to room to try and sleep.

@Y/BF/T: typical day for these two @Michael5SOS @Y/T/N


so this was requested and i turned it into a preference but idk i think i liked it more as just a luke blurb but i hope you like itttt x


example one: he holds her like she’s gold. she grips his hand like steel. they pretend to be preschoolers making a promise, they tied their pinkies to forbidden words.

example two: they tripped into each other’s laps, and kissed so powerful. they forged wedding rings from the coldness of eyes and clenching of fists.

example three: she was raised by deers, he was raised by wolves. she was taught to love, he was taught to pleasure. she could tell the difference every time they kissed, he could count every time they touched lips.

ask me where it hurts
tell me of pain, and
humility -
ask me of my life and where it burns,
and I will point to the paper
instead of my heart.


hippocrampi  asked:

counter: everyone else beginning to braid Keith’s hair, because 'Keith what the heck how can you even SEE, it's bothering me now, come on Lance get the hairbands-'

i like to think that keith has this pseudo-mystical never-ending supply of hair ties. he’s not even consciously aware of it. but if you need one, he always has one. why? fuck if he knows. he thought he lost it three days ago. but there it is, on his wrist. just in case someone needs it.