do you know that now i'm really obsessed with his tongue

How them 2000s live actions kids shows be
  • Normal Girl: *internally* I'm just a normal high school girl. I suck at math. I hate my parents. When someone asks me about my opinion on complex socioeconomic issues, I just go "What the heck!?" and start "texting" or something like that. My life would be just like yours, except for one thing: I have an amazing power... I can talk to cetaceans!
  • *at the docks, a bell tolls as our normal protagonist hears the voices of cetaceans bubbling in her mind*
  • Normal Girl: *staring deeply into the ocean*
  • Best Friend: Ahoy! What're you doing?
  • Normal Girl: Just staring into the oceanic abyss, thinking about how much I hate my parents. *internally* I have to keep my ability to speak to cetaceans secret or else... uh...
  • Best Friend: Haha, I feel that, friend. What a colorful life we teens live, our seaside environment awakening a rumbling darkness within ourselves of which we mull on our own with nothing but the unbounding depths of the ocean as our one escape. An escape which serves to only maim our fragile egos with newfound adolescent anxieties.
  • Normal Girl: What are you even talking about?
  • Best Friend: I don't know. I haven't slept in a week. Let's go to the mall.
  • *at the mall*
  • Normal Girl: *internally* My town might as well be called Lamesville. Nothing ever happens here, but the mall can be pretty fun. It's only place in the whole town with anything in it that isn't fish or excessive amounts of woodlice.
  • Best Friend: ...So I'd just dance and I'd dance until my feet broke. When that happened, I'd just get up and dance on my broken feet. And I did this until they were raw and blood was everywhere. I kept waking up in the morning extremely exhausted after this dream. I decided to record myself one night and it turns out I was dancing in my sleep. I haven't slept since I saw that. *leans in close to the normal girl* I'm afraid of what I'll do in my sleep.
  • Normal Girl: Wow, sounds weird... I guess. *sips coffee*
  • Best Friend: OMIGAWD! It's Chad Alphakid. He's coming this way!
  • *the normal girl and her best friend squee*
  • Normal Girl: *externally* That's Chad Alphakid. Who is he? He's only the hottest most coolest boy in this entire lame city. I've been crushing on him since I was like twelve.
  • Chad: Uh, okay.
  • Normal Girl: Did I just say that out loud!?
  • Chad: *sits at the table* Listen, I don't care what you or your friend think of me. I need help!
  • Best Friend: Have you murdered somebody?
  • Normal Girl: Do you need a girlfriend?
  • Chad: No, it's the ocean. The sound of her waves crashing against the shore is like a faultless siren song. There isn't a single night where I don't have visions of floating within her cold embrace. The allure of her boundless depths beckon to me like a lover. I'm afraid that if I don't get help soon, I'll find myself taken away by her to a fate unknown.
  • Normal Girl: *internally* Great, this is a chance to finally use my power to speak to cetaceans to my benefit! *externally* But why do you need us to help you?
  • Chad: You guys are the biggest fucking degenerate weirdos in this washed up town. If anyone knows how to deal with this, it's you two.
  • Best Friend: Haha, truuuuuu!
  • Normal Girl: I'm not a weirdo! I'm a completely normal girl.
  • Chad: Dude, you fucking talk to fish.
  • Best Friend: You do talk to fish.
  • Normal Girl: I don't talk to fish! *internally* I talk to cetaceans, they're mammals, not fish. Also, that's supposed to be a secret, dammit!
  • *at the shore*
  • Chad: Ah, Mother Ocean! Take me!! Take me!!! *attempts to run into the ocean, but gets held back by the normal girl and her best friend*
  • Best Friend: Simmer down, aqualad!
  • Chad: Why did you fools take me here, if not to release into the embrace of sweet Mother Ocean!?
  • Normal Girl: We talked it over and we decided that the best way to get you over your obsession is make you hate the ocean.
  • Chad: Does it involve you talking to fish?
  • Normal Girl: Yes, I mean no. I mean, fuck! Cetaceans aren't fish.
  • *the normal girl sits at the edge of shore, her eyes rolls up in her head as she proceeds to make fucked up porpoise sounds*
  • Normal Girl: *falls over limp*
  • Best Fried: She died.
  • Chad: Does this mean that I'm free to wade into Mother Ocean and meet my fate among her ever chaotic waes?
  • Best Friend: *lets chad go* Yeah, dude. I'm too far gone to care about things anymore.
  • Chad: *strips off all of his clothes* Good. I now understand that there was no avoiding this. This was always a forgone conclusion. My fate is with the waves. Sayonara, weird best friend guy.
  • Chad: *runs into the ocean*
  • Best Friend: *kicks the normal girl's body* Guess she really is dead.
  • Best Friend: *walks home as the night encroaches* My closest friend is dead, and Chad is probably dead too. I wonder where my fate lies?
  • Best Friend: *yawns* Maybe I should go to sleep and just dance myself to death finally. No, I don't think I could go to sleep even if I wanted to anymore. I'm probably going to die from exhaustion in the next few days, not having felt rest or comfort again. Or maybe I'll just stay awake forever. I feel like I was supposed to have an epiphany here, or some type of awakening. But, there's nothing. I feel like everything I've ever done has been pointless. God, I'm just really tired.
  • *back at the shore*
  • Porpoise: *beaches itself*
  • *a gray fleshy version of the normal girl crawls halfway out of the porpoises mouth*
  • Normal Girl: There goes my corpse! *drags her weird porpoise body towards the corpse* Why did I die with such a dumb expression on my face? Lame! I hope Chad didn't see.
  • Normal Girl: *looks around with beady eyes* No one's here. I can finally do this.
  • Normal Girl: *kisses her dead body on the lips* Blargh!
  • Normal Girl: *spits out blood* I bit my tongue when I died. Gross. I guess I can cross making out with my dead body and becoming a mermaid off of my bucket list, though.
  • Normal Girl: *sighs*
Alpha Sitting

So here’s my gift for @weebwritings for the usuk summer festival! Sorry it’s a little late, my laptop completely broke down :/ Anyway, I hope you like it!

“Arthur, do you remember that alpha who used to live next to me when we were children?” Francis asked, leaning back in the chair he was sitting in and crossing his legs, eyes glancing across the stack of papers he was holding. It had been a slow day in the library so far, not many people wanting to come in while the weather was so nice, and the beta’s boredom-induced attempts at conversation were beginning to get on Arthur’s nerves.

“You’re supposed to remain quiet in a library, you idiot,” Arthur grumbled, pulling another stack of books from the drop box and beginning to silently check them back in, “How have you not gotten that concept by now?”

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Under the Hood; Into the Heart [chapter ten]

Summary: A love story of motor oil and telepathy.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dean/Human!Impala (Female)

Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine

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Calum imagine where he's giving more attention to the football match (or Fifa game) than to you and you try to distract him? (A little smut would be good but if you're not comfortable than that's okay!) P.s I'm obsessed with your writing





All you wanted to do today was spend some time with your boyfriend but he had other plans. Calum had been playing Fifa for the past three hours, you just wanted to do something. “Calum” you whined, flopping down on the coach next to your boyfriend. He didn’t even bother look at you, just hummed as his eyes locked onto the screen “I’m bored, let’s do something” you declared, standing from the couch. “Not now” he mumbled, concentrating on the game in front of him. You scowled, trying to come up with a way to get your boyfriends attention.

At first you tried poking his cheek lightly, he moved from your touch, mumbling “stop it” then you tried kissing his neck, to which his lifted his shoulder up so you couldn’t get to him anymore, you were running out of ideas and it was frustrating. With a huff, you did the only thing you could think to do in order to get Calum’s attention, you opened his legs before kneeling between them, popping the button on his skinny jeans you pulled down his zip. Dipping your hand in his boxers you lightly gripped his length, earning a straggled moan as he tried to concentrate on the game. You began to pump his thick length slowly, as Calum’s breathing increased with every movement, you quickened the pace earning another moan from him. When you decided his thick length was hard enough you dipped your head down, taking as much of him as you could, using your hand for the rest of him. Your head began to bob up and down, occasionally swirling your tongue over his throbbing length, starting off at a slow pace. Calum began thrusting his hips forward, encouraging you to take more of him, you pinned down his waist to stop his movements as he threw the controller to his side. Entangling his hands in your hair as the room began to fill with moans, “fuck, right there Y/N” he grunted as you swirled your tongue just under the head, you hummed, sending vibrations throughout his body. He moaned in response, tightening his grip on your hair “fuck Y/N, I’m close” he grunted as you felt him twitch. Sinking down further you felt him hit the back of your throat, gagging slightly you continued to bob your head as released into your mouth with one final grunt. You swallowed the salty liquid, pulling away and putting his member back. Looking up at your dazed, panting boyfriend. “I might just have to ignore you more often” he chuckled, opening his arms for you, “I wonder what would happen if I ignored you” you giggled, knowing he didn’t really mean it. 

I hope this is okay? It’s the first time I’ve actually done smut so I hope you enjoyed! and thank you for requesting my smol lima bean! x

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John, hands (I'm honestly obsessed with both his and Sherlock's hands and the difference in their size but John's compact little hands are the death of me)

(This is a sequel of sorts to this ficlet, though you don’t necessarily have to have read the other to understand this one.)

“John, why are we cutting through the park?”

John squeezes Sherlock’s hand and keeps walking. “You’ll see.” Sherlock huffs in irritation, but John can see right through it. He knows that Sherlock loves surprises, whenever John can actually manage to keep something from him. He smiles to himself in the darkness, glad that he’s been able to keep this particular surprise hidden.

They walk hand-in-hand down the path that leads toward their flat, but as they come to a tree, John pulls Sherlock aside to stand under the dark canopy of leaves. Sherlock looks wary when John turns to face him.

“Do you remember this spot?” John asks.

Sherlock’s face softens, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles. “Of course I do,” he says. “This is where you first kissed me.” As if to prove that he remembers, he bends his head and brushes his lips against John’s in a sweet, chaste kiss.

John’s head swims with the memory of that first kiss, with the feeling of Sherlock’s lips on his now, with the knowledge of what he’s about to do. When they part, he has to shake his head to clear his thoughts and refocus on the task at hand. He looks up into Sherlock’s eyes, finding comfort and clarity in that gaze, and says, “I kissed you right here under this tree a year ago today. I should have done it so much sooner.” He takes both of Sherlock’s hands in his, marveling for the hundredth time at how much larger Sherlock’s are than his and yet how they still fit so well together despite their differences–a bit like the two of them, really.

“I should have kissed you that day on the sofa, when I came back up to the flat after our dance lesson. I wanted to. I held you and wiped away your tears and listened to your quiet confession, and when we both finally realized that we wanted the same thing, it would have been so easy to kiss you then. But I didn’t want everything with Mary still hanging over us, so I didn’t kiss you. I waited.”

Sherlock opens his mouth to interrupt, and John shakes his head. “Please, I need to say this.” Sherlock nods, so John squeezes his hands and continues.

“I should have kissed you that day in the tube carriage with that bloody bomb. But even though I forgave you, I still didn’t know if I could trust you, so I didn’t kiss you. I should have kissed you when you walked into that damn restaurant with that stupid, drawn-on mustache. But I was so angry at you for leaving me, for letting me believe you were dead and then just waltzing back into my life as if you’d only been on holiday, so I didn’t kiss you.”

John swallows against the growing tightness in his throat and makes himself keep going. “I should have kissed you before you jumped, before Moriarty ruined everything. I should have kissed you after you called me your conductor of light. I should have kissed you when you stole me an ashtray from Buckingham Palace. I should have kissed you after you ripped that bomb off my chest, after you rescued me from the Black Lotus, after I shot that cabbie to save you. I should have kissed you at breakfast, over takeaway, watching telly, in front of the fire, on our doorstep. I should have kissed you every single time I wanted to, every time I thought you were the only one I’d ever want to spend my life with, every time you took my breath away with your beauty and your brilliance. I should have spent every minute of every day kissing you, but I didn’t. I waited. And even though it took us so long to get here, it was worth the wait.”

John glances away and tries to blink back the tears gathering at the corners of his eyes, and now it’s Sherlock’s turn to squeeze his hands instead. He takes a deep breath, steadily blowing it out as he looks back up at Sherlock, who already has a wet trail down each cheek but a smile on his face. “It was worth the wait,” John says again. “But I don’t want to ever have to wait again. I love you, and I want to spend every day of the rest of my life kissing you. So…” His tongue darts out nervously. “Sherlock Holmes, will yo-”

Sherlock’s mouth presses against John’s, cutting off the rest of his words. He pulls back long enough to whisper yes against John’s lips before kissing him again.

John doesn’t know how long they stand there, wrapped up in each other, sealing this promise with lips and tongues, mingled breaths and happy tears, but when they break apart they start to laugh because they’re both such a mess. John wipes his face as Sherlock does the same, and when they’re somewhat presentable again, John takes Sherlock’s hand and pulls him back toward the path that leads to Baker Street. “Come on,” he says. “Let’s go home and go to bed.”

“Mmm,” Sherlock replies. “I remember what we did the first time there, too.”

A very High School Musical

Title: A very High School Musical

Word Count: 2591 (holy crap)

Characters: Reader x Dean, Sam, Castiel, Gabriel and a few HSM Characters

Request: A few requests based on this Imagine [x]
Imagine Gabriel sends Dean and Sam into the High School Musical Universe. 

A/N: This is the longest thing I’ve ever written. Seriously. Normally I am way to scared to write long one shots since I only learned english in school.
But I hope you all like it & maybe you could even give me some feedback?

Songs I used: We’re all in this together - HSM  + Breaking Free - HSM

Your name: submit What is this?


»Together, together, together everyone«, you started singing from the depth of your lungs, while cleaning the table in the kitchen. With headphones in your ears and the Ipod in your backpack you had danced to the High School Musical Soundtrack the whole morning.

The Bunker was a mess lately because Dean had decided to play the cook. Everywhere was food laying around. An empty bag of chips, skittles and even an half eaten cheeseburger.

It was gross.

Someone needed to tell him that he should take care of his mess by his own. 

»But than we’d probably suffocate from leftovers«, you muttered to yourself, while leaning against the kitchen counter.
The Table was clean and empty and this crazy idea started growing in your thoughts. It was a thing you wanted to do since you were a child and watched High School Musical for the first time.
No one was here. No one would see you because Dean and Sam were still on a hunt. You could just …

With a big grin on your face you changed the song on your Ipod and ‘Stick to the status quo’ started playing immediately. You climbed onto the table and started singing and dancing just like they did it in the cafeteria scene. 

»Are you alright Y/N?«, a familiar voice asked out of sudden and ripped you out of your musical performance.
Castiel, the one and only, was only a few feet away from you and started at you with big eyes. There was blood on his Trenchcoat and his hair was a mess, like he had just been back from a fight.

»I’m alright, I’m good«, you muttered, trying to catch your breath and jumped from the kitchen table. God! Why was this always happening to you. »Are Sam and Dean already back?«, you asked and tried to tame your own hair with your fingers, while putting all the things that belonged on the kitchen table back in their right position. There was no sign that someone had just danced on it. On the table.

»Yeah but they are still outside of the Bunker. Something’s wrong with the Impala and I wanted to check if you are alright because I heard you screaming.«

»Screaming?«, you asked confused. »I didn’t«, you paused for a minute and than started laughing. 

»What’s so funny? I thought you were in danger!«

»Cas I was singing High school Musical Songs. Everything’s fine, for real. I never was in danger I was just cleaning Dean’s mess in the kitchen and listened to HSM songs.« You took your head between your hands and grinned.

»So nothing bad happened to you?« You shook your head and smiled at Cas who immediately smiled back. Your eyes wandered over Cas’ Trenchcoat again.

To the blood. 

»What happened?«, you pointed at the soaked in blood fabric. »Are you hurt? Or the Boys?« You took a step closer to Cas and lightly touched his shoulder. Yes Cas was an Angel but you still didn’t liked it when the Boys took him with them on a hunt.
Cas didn’t had the training Sam and Dean, well even you, had. 

»Nothing happened«, Dean appeared in the kitchen, Sam was following him. As soon as you saw the boys, you let go of Cas’ Trenchcoat and jumped right into Dean’s arms. 

»Hey little girl«, he whispered and pulled you into a deep hug. Dean Winchester was your best friend in the entire world.
Dean, the ladykiller. Dean, the pie lover. Dean, your best Friend.
You hit him friendly on the arm. »I’m not a little girl Winchester.« 
Dean grinned and loosened the grip around you, so that Sam could hug you as well.

»I missed you Sam«, you said and kissed him on the cheek.
While Dean was your best friend, the one you could do pranks with and pillow fights, Sam was like a big understanding brother to you.
Sam was the one you talked to when you had period cramps and needed new painkillers. Sam was the one who bought you pads and tampons.
Things you just couldn’t discuss with Dean. 

»What were you doing before we interrupted?«, Sam asked while Dean was fumbling with your Ipod, which you had put on the kitchen counter before.
»I was cleaning the bunker and -«, you were cut off by Dean’s laugh. 

»Are you still listening to this crap?«, he laughed and handed you the Ipod. You gave him a deadly glare and sticked out your tongue.

»That’s not crap. That is Troy Bolton proving his Love for Gabriella. That’s romantic but I guess you don’t even know this word.«

»The scream I heard«, Cas said. »Y/N was singing.«
That is the end, you thought and started running your hand over your face. That’s how Dean and Sam would find out that you were a) a passionate singer and b) couldn’t sing at all.
But Dean just smirked, made a small pirouette and disappeared out of the room. Cas followed him.
Sam leaned against the door frame and smiled at you. You let out a deep groan and looked at him.

»Are you going to blame me for my High school musical obsession as well?«, you asked and crossed your arms infront of your chest. Sam remained silent for a while. He did nothing but smile.

»Dean’s favorite Character was Sharpay by the way. I think you should know that«, he said and left the kitchen.

»Thank you Sam«, you screamed after him, with a big grin on your face. This was the kind of infomation you needed about Dean Winchester.
You woke up the next day with a terrible headache and reached for the glass of water, that was always standing on your nightstand. It was a habit from back when you were a child. Your Mom had always made sure that there was something to drink next to your bed. But instead of grabbing the glass, you only reached into the air. There was no glass of water. No, there wasn’t even your nightstand.
You climbed out of bed and looked around. This place didn’t looked like your room in the bunker at all. It wasn’t a strange place though, no it somehow looked familiar. Like a place you had seen a million times but never visited before.
It was like seeing a thing from a picture in real life.
And than it hit you.
This wasn’t a place from a picture. No, this was a place from TV. From a movie, to be clear. This was the bedroom of Gabriella in HIgh School Musical!
It had to be her bedroom.

You hurried to the mirror which you knew was on the other side of the room. You looked still like you.
No. You looked younger. Like a prettier version of you as a teenager. Your hair was shining and your lips formed a smile by their own.
You smiled at yourself, your pretty teen self, in the mirror. This couldn’t be happening.
Checking the clock, it was early in the morning, you pulled out your phone and searched for Dean’s or Sam’s number. They weren’t there. You frowned and scrolled down the contacts list again.

And again. And again.

Dean’s number wasn’t there. Sam’s number wasn’t there and even the number that was saved under ‘MOM’ was a different one.
Instead you’d found a number you never thought you’d have in your contact list. Troy Bolton.

»This has to be a sick joke«, you murmured to yourself and looked around. Was there a camera anywhere? Was this Dean doing a prank on you with Gabriel’s help of creating a perfect copy of Gabriella Montez Bedroom. A copy of her life?
But this didn’t explain why you looked younger, so pretty. You scrolled one last time through the list on your phone and gave in to it.
You called Troy’s number and -

»Hello? Y/N?«
Oh my god. This couldn’t be true. This had to be a joke.  

»Y/N?«, Deans voice, clear and unmistakable echoed through your mobile phone. »Y/N is it you? Because if not I’m getting really terrified!«

»It’s me Dean«, you let out a sharp breath and sat down on the edge of the bed. With the right hand you pressed the phone against your ear and listened to an almost hysterical Dean. With the other hand you tried to stop laughing and pressed it against your mouth.

»I don’t know where I am Y/N and it’s not funny! And I look weird. It’s like … Y/N I think there’s Make Up in my face«, Dean said, sounding horrified. You’d probably give one hundred dollar just to see his face in this exact moment.

»Dean I think we are somehow stuck in High School Musical«, you explained after a moment of silence. That was the only logical explanation. But how did you ended up here?

»We are what?«

»In high school musical Dean. You know the muicalish Movie with that basketball team? You remember? Once a Wildcat-«

»Always a Wildcat. Yeah I remember. I think I watched this movie when I was ill once.«

»I know. Sam told me you liked Sharpay. Why did you never told me Dean? We could’ve done HSM Nights and karaoke events and -«

»Gabriella?«, Gabriella’s Mom sticked her head into the room. »Who are you talking to? Don’t you have to go to school?«

For a moment you stared at the woman in shock, than you just nodded.
»I’m on my way mom«, you ended the phone call without saying goodbye to Dean and shoved the phone under the blanket. It was strange calling someone Mom, who wasn’t your mom. Everything here was strange.

»You want to go to school in your pajamas?«, Ms Montez raised and eyebrow. »Is everything okay with you? Is something wrong with Troy?«

»Troy?«, you raised your voice, trying to sound as normal as possible. »Everything’s fine Mom. Just a weird start in the day. I’ll change now and head right away to school.«
Ms Montez gave you an suspicious glare but nodded and left the room. Quickly you reached for your phone and sended a text message to Dean. Or Troy.

‘Meet you at school. Act like the singing basketball guy.’
You were looking for Sam the whole drive to school and almost started laughing, when you finally saw him at school.
Sam was Coach Bolton. Troy’s Dad. Dean’s Dad. Sam looked a little bit older than he was, but he looked good. You felt the urge to hug him but It would be kind of weird, if you’d hug your boyfriends dad.

»Y/N what’s going on here?«, Sam asked you and leaned towards you. He still was extremely tall. Dean was standing next to him. He was wearing basketball clothes and looked like he was feeling uncomfortable.

»I have no Idea Sam«, you shook your head and looked around, checking if any other student was near enough to hear you. »Do you think it was a witch?«

»I don’t care who did it I just want it to stop«, Dean whined next to you and rubbed over his face. »Which basketball team captain wears make up Y/N?«

»You don’t wear make up Dean, you«, you stepped a bit closer to him and took his face into his hands . »Oh my god you are right!« You grinned. »But that’s because it’s a movie Dean. We are in a movie. Come on.«

The School bell interrupted you and you took Dean by his arm, dragging him with you. Out of sudden you were standing on the stage. And you knew which scene it was: Your favorite scene in the entire Movie was the audition for the Musical.
The Moment when Gabriella and Troy were standing together on the stage. Finally, singing Breaking Free while all their friends were coming into the auditorium.

»I don’t remember how I ended up here«, Dean whispered, while the Music started playing. You shook your head. You didn’t knew either what happened.
A moment before you were standing outside of the school, talking to Sam, and in the next you were here.
In one of the last scenes of the Movie. 

»Just sing Dean and play the role. Be Troy Bolton.« You tried to give him a smile and to convince him. »Please.«
For a moment, everything around you was standing still. It was like everyone was freezed. Everyone except you and Dean, who was still staring at you.

»We’re soaring, flying. There’s not a star in heaven that we can’t reach«, Dean started singing. It sounded more like he was testing the words on his lips. He gave you an uncertain look and you just smiled at him.

»If we’re trying. So we’re breaking free«

A clap echoed through the auditorium and Mrs Darvis transformed into a man. No, not a man. A well known Angel.
»Gabriel!«, you cried out and jumped from the stage, grabbing Dean’s hand and towing him with you.

»I knew it!«, Dean said and reached for his back pocket. But there was no gun. Frustrated he let his hands sink and stared at the Angel. 

»Oh come on Dean! Don’t be so whiny about it. It was fun! Y/N had fun, am I right?«, Gabriel looked into your direction and you ducked, trying to avoid his glance.

»You had fun?«, the older Winchester brother now looked at you, his green eyes wide from surprise.
You simply nodded and pressed your lips together. Dean would probably laugh now, make fun of you or tell you that it was all your fault.
But he didn’t. He just stared at you and smirked. 

»What?«, you grunted and looked on the ground. »Come on, laugh at me. Make fun of me. I know you wanted to do it all the time. « 
But instead of laughing, Dean only lightly grabbed your face and forced you to look at him. Look him straight in the eyes.

»Do you hear me laugh?«, he asked, still a big grin on his face, which made him look younger. Less broken. Happy.
You shoock your head and a smile formed on your lips. Dean leaned forwards to you and you were able to feel his hot breath on your skin. Your heart made a jump and the beat was so loud, that you were sure that Dean could hear it. Gabriel, who was still standing next to you, was wiped out of our mind as soon as Dean’s lips met yours.

His rough hands wrapped around your face and pressed you closer to him. The kiss was everything you had ever dreamed about and in a way, it was even better.
It was Dean who kissed you. Your best friend, the person who understood you the most, who was always there for you.
Who’d sing High School Musical songs with you.

Dean loosened his grip from you a little bit and you opened your eyes. He was still close enough so that you could see the freckles on his nose. Your breathing was fast and your heart was making flipflops in your chest.
Your stomach was full of little butterflies because his arms were still around you and you were still trapped in his embrace. 

»Y/N«, Dean said, still trying to catch his breath. »Look where we are.This is home.« 
You looked around and laughed. You were standing in your own bedroom of the bunker again. Everything looked the same. 

»In your arms I’m home«, you sighed and laid down your head on his shoulder.

I'm Yours (Forever)

Happy Friendaversary to my wonderful bestie, Haleigh! I can’t believe it’s been a whole year since you first sent me a message as my CS Secret Shipmate. Time has flown by and I am so thankful for our friendship. You mean more to me than you will ever know. Thanks for always being there for me, dear. I love you!

Based on the behind the scenes pictures of Emma and Killian snuggling at Granny’s diner. After six weeks of blissfulness, Emma decides that it is finally time for them to take the next step in their relationship. 

CS first time smut, M rated, 3400+ words


It was moments like this when she knew that it was all truly worth it.

All the fights and battles and villains and magic soaringfrom her fingertips – leaving them breathless and battered, bruised and worn – made this moment golden. It was the stolen moments that she cherished, held tightly against her rapidly beating heart, never letting them go.

He felt warm beside her, the pair curled into the cornerbooth at Granny’s - and they really needed to get a new eating establishment inthis small town. Not that Granny’s wasn’t good – it was decent enough – but there were times where she would rather be snuggled against her pirate in a more private diner. And then there were times where she loved being around the people she loved – and yes, damn it, she loved him (even if the words hadn’t been spoken out loud yet).

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anonymous asked:

Okay but who DOESN'T love Stiles' cute little moles? Or cute little moles in general? I'm a pale person who's covered in little moles and they're literally in my top three favorite things about myself. Moles are adorable.

“My moles are in the top three things you love about me?” Stiles totally does not squeak, okay? But seriously? His moles? Stiles isn’t vain by any measure, it’s taken him a long time to like his body, but he wouldn’t have put his moles in his top anything.

Derek bites his lip in that way he does when he’s trying to be playful- adorable more like, not that Stiles is ever going to risk telling Derek that- and winks. “Yes,” he whispers, a pleased rumble sounding in his throat as he leans down to kiss Stles’ neck. “I like the way they feel under my tongue.”

Stiles goes breathless like he always does when Derek kisses him there, hands scrambling to find purchase on Derek’s back as said tongue flicks out and tastes him like he’s some sort of rare delicacy.

“You are a rare delicacy.”

Stiles rolls his eyes, mostly at himself, because not again. He’s starting to think he’s never going to learn to control his brain to mouth filter.

“Wouldn’t want you to,” Derek laughs.

Stiles groans, but it soon turns into a gasp as Derek bites down on the flesh and growls. Fucking growls.  “Bastard.” Derek knows what that does to him.

“Careful, or I won’t tell you numbers one and three.”

“M-moles were number two?” Stiles tries his best to roll his eyes again in a way that says you precise weirdo, but with the moan that slips out with it he thinks he takes on more of a take me now look.

“You wanna hear three?” Derek asks, all low and sexy. Stiles’ cock twitches in response. He nods, closing his eyes, breath stuttering as he feels Derek’s teeth graze his skin. It’s not dangerous, Derek would never hurt him, but it’s enough to get all of Stiles’ adrenaline going, his body heating up.

“Sure,” Stiles whispers. He doesn’t need to open his eyes to know Derek is raising his eyebrows at him.

“Sure?” he repeats. “Sure?”

He smirks, but it’s soon wiped from his face when Derek slides a hand between them, cupping him through his pants. Stiles’ hips buck up, once, twice, and a small whimper escapes him as he lets out a breathless, “yeah, I wanna know. Please.” 

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anonymous asked:

i don't know if u accept requests, but can i have more fluff with Seven? He's just so cute I'm so obsessed with him and I love how you write him//∇//)○

hehehe awww thank you!!! your ask makes me sososo happy im still smiling eeee. well tbh requests are closed coz of busy stuff but HEY that never stopped me lmao so heres a sweet saucy fluff <3

His eyes burned the longer he looked at the laptop screen.

 Nimble fingers typed the letters without ever looking at the keyboard, Luciel squinted slightly to make sure that the numbers were aligned correctly; the last thing he wanted was to make a mistake in the algorithm.

 Amidst all the deep focus he was in, his eyes caught sight of slim fingers holding a small piece of vanilla cake.

 He didn’t look at her, but a smile did finally curve at the corners.

 Eyes still glued to the screen and fingers endlessly typing away, Luciel opened his mouth and moved his heart towards the succulent piece. However, he soon realized that the cut cake was moving farther and farther away from him. But instead of looking at the bearer of the delicious temptation or even bothering to ask the reason it was slipping away, Luciel just inclined closer and closer to the piece with his eyes focused on the numbers and mouth still gaped open.


 But alas, all attention he had for his work crumbled into pieces once he felt soft lips kissing his right cheek.

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Prompt fill for a college, friends-to-lovers AU. 

Author’s note: I would be remiss in not pointing out that this fic was inspired by scones-and-texting-and-murder’s Practical Considerations (here on ao3). It’s a DeanCas fic but it is just so so SO good that everyone should read it, regardless of ships/fandoms. Honestly, just go read it now. I read it at least once every few weeks if not more. I have the whole thing almost memorized. It’s absolute perfection from beginning to end. Really, just go read that instead of this. My shitty terrible mess of an imitation can wait.

“So, what am I going to do Oliver?”

Oliver turns his head to look at Connor, who is still looking up at the stars. They’re spread out on an old blanket on their building’s roof, under the inky night sky. Connor’s got his arms pillowed under his head and Oliver’s resting his on a folded up jacket. They’d come up here to celebrate but their celebratory beers are still unopened by their feet near their phones, both of which are turned off. Connor’s was buzzing too much with congratulatory texts and Oliver didn’t have anyone he wanted to talk to at the moment, present company excluded of course.

Connor had gotten the big envelope from Middleton Law School today. Not the small, thanks but no thanks one. The big one. The Congratulations Mr. Walsh we are pleased inform you envelope.

Connor had gotten in.

Connor is going to go to law school three states away.

Oliver had known this was coming, of course. He’d known since that first week freshman year. They’d lived on the same floor and bonded quickly over the shared experience of having a terrible roommate. They’d been spread out on the floor of Oliver’s room, almost like they were now, and were having one of those deep, philosophical discussions that college freshmen love to have.

“I’m going to go to law school at Middleton Law School,” Connor had told him.

“Where’s Middleton?” Oliver had wanted to know.


“Never been. I always wanted to though,” Oliver had said and then asked, “Why there?”

Connor had let out a deep sigh. “My dad applied there when he was going to law school and got turned down.” Then, Connor had turned his head and his gaze was confident and sure as he met Oliver’s. “In four years, I’m going to get in to that school that turned him down and he is going to be my very first phone call.”

Four years later and that’s exactly what happens.

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anonymous asked:

Hola I've basically read through most of the fluff tag so I was wondering if you guys, the admins, had any personal favorite fluff Fics because I'm really in the mood and I need some new ones to read.

here is an ask where we listed all the purely fluffy, g or t rated fics we could find, but we’ll go ahead and use this to list our personal fave fluff fics^^ you can look through our domestic and fluff tags for more!

Things You Said at 1 AM by lexwrites - 12:54 AM is Taehyung on Jungkook’s lap, breath hot against his skin in the freezing cold. 12:57 AM is messy kisses of teeth and tongue and promises of forever hanging off Jungkook’s tongue. 12:59 AM is ‘I love you’s whispered into their skins and Jungkook wants to say more, but he isn’t eloquent until Taehyung is under him, moaning out Jungkook’s name like it’s the only word he’s ever known.

‘tis the season by chamcham - taehyung really wants to bake christmas cookies right now. jeongguk wants something else.

All’s Fair in Coffee and War  by expplipo - “Goddammit, Kim Taehyung,” Jeongguk moaned, “I thought I’d get you with the soy.”

change my world (you’re the sunlight in my universe) by yururin - Jungkook is an artist who likes drawing on the cafe’s freedom wall. Taehyung sees his drawings, and falls in love. Featuring Jimin as the 100% done wingman, Yoongi as the possessive boyfriend, and Seokjin as the sassy mom.

dating kim taehyung: a rulebook by jeontae - Jeon Jeongguk’s rules and tips on how to deal with excessive human bean Kim Taehyung.

My Love Is Carried To You By My Feet by JemKay - Taehyung gets stood up and Jeongguk (unsuccessfully) tries to ignore him.

Date Me by flywithtaetae - Taehyung flirts with the cute high school boy and relishes in the flustered reaction he gets for almost an entire year. But when the following year comes along, he finds himself choking on his own words.

hymn to the sea by byunnstar - a blur of red and a hand reaching out to him are the last things jeongguk sees before his world fades to black.

i feel safe in the 5 a.m. light (love in my arms and the sun in my eyes) by JemKay - And Taehyung thinks he’s never loved anyone more in his life than the boy above him who’s a little bit rough and sometimes a bit insensitive and maybe a little bit mean, but he’s also so soft and so gentle, and he treats Taehyung like he’s something so precious to him. And maybe he’s like that because of Taehyung, or maybe it’s because underneath everything, underneath the tough exterior and the sky-high walls, his heart’s more delicate than Taehyung’s, but all Taehyung knows is that Jeongguk fills up all of Taehyung’s vulnerable pieces with parts of himself.

(this has a teensy bit of angst but it’s mostly beautiful and fluffy and romantic and perfect and it has a happy ending)

pick me up, buttercup by vppa - AU where your soulmate’s first words to you will be tattooed on your wrist when you meet. Which freakin sucks, because Jungkook’s forearm will now forever read “Hey baby, if you were a booger, I’d pick you first.” What the fuck, universe.

(this one has a little angst too, in the middle, but it’s mostly humor and fluff and has a happy ending)

dating for dummies by maknaelinebiased/oppabiased - in which twitter is evil, jeon jeongguk is a bit tsundere, park jimin is satan and kim taehyung may or may not have a boyfriend.

there’s nothing like us (nothing like you and me) by timberguks - “Maybe it feels so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life.”

in the name of the moon, i punish you! by jeonmuffin - You could say Taehyung’s in the middle of a quarter-life crisis. His best friend keeps getting kidnapped by aliens who want to steal his life energy, this hot guy keeps calling him Applehead, and the fate of Seoul (the world) rests on his shoulders. Don’t even mention the talking cat. (sailor moon!au)

Warm Winds by merelypretty - Between runway shows and photoshoots, Taehyung manages to find a hand to hold.

My Idiot Valentine by puddlesofme - Jeongguk doesn’t like the cold, but luckily his boyfriend Taehyung has a furnace for a body.

like that sun (melt my heart with that bright smile) by stardustandblackholes - Jungkook works in a pet store and Taehyung just really loves puppies or (“You come to the pet shop everyday and look at the dogs but whenever I ask you say you don’t want any but you keep coming in are you sure you don’t want one bc that one time I let you hold a puppy you nearly cried” AU)

i’ll be yours and you’ll be mine by lilacflowers - i wasn’t gay but then i kissed you in front of some homophobes to piss them off and now I’m kinda gay au

Blurred Lines (but I’m not a douche, I swear) by taekover - it’s 10:30 at night and I left my glasses at home so I can’t read any of these labels and you’re one of the only people in the grocery store and GODDAMNIT DO YOU HAVE ANY TOMATO SAUCE WITHOUT CHUNKS

I Can’t Feel My Face When I’m With You (‘cause I face-planted onto the pavement) by ohdizzy - “You crashed your bicycle into me and I’m fine, but you’re the one that’s hysterically crying” AU (credit to shittyaus) In which Jeongguk is obsessed with himself and having an aesthetic, Jimin and Yoongi won’t stop fucking, Hoseok wins worst co-worker of the century, Seokjin and Namjoon are dirt-poor, and Taehyung is just an overly emotional klutz with a penchant for boys with egos the size of the Northern Hemisphere.

What Doesn’t Kill Me by JemKay - Jeongguk loves lazy Sunday mornings.

Five Words by daeandknight - In which every soulmate experience is different, and Jungkook keeps his fingers crossed his story will turn out extraordinary. It is but not in the way he expects.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I was curious as to why you ship Jikook the most out of all the BTS ships? I'm new to BTS and Jikook seemed to attract me the most...

Oh boy, strap in kids, this is gonna be a long and wild ride.

First, I’d like to say that I’m on mobile, so while I wish I could attach videos, photos, and links to make this more thrilling, I can’t. Secondly, I just want you guys to know that I mean no hate to any other ships mentioned in this post, and all ships will be broken up with a ‘/’ besides Jikook.

Now, I got into BTS about 3 days before the Dope MV came out (so it’s only been for a year and a few months). So, I hadn’t been through the whole “Jungkook hates Jimin” phase that seemed to happen. Now, when I first became an ARMY, the first ship I shipped was Jikook, but I ended up liking V/min for a little bit just because they seemed so close and adorable. But the more I got into the fandom, the more i realized how platonic/some-what-romantic V/min was (I can see why V/min is really popular, but except for a few instances, they mainly are really platonic to me. It’s basically how I act with my best friend). So when I saw a few Dope live shows, and I saw Jimin slapping Jungkook’s butt, I was hooked on Jikook.

I don’t remember the exact moment I started to ship Jikook, it had just happened. It was probably through one of the Bamgtan Bombs, I just can’t remember the exact moment though it’s on the tip of my tongue.

As the year progressed, more and more Jikook moments were happening. Then 2016 happened and Jikook blew the fuck up, like they’re legit so in love.

Now for the reasons I ship Jikook more than any other ship. Okay, so first of all, I just want to point out, Jikook is the only ship in Kpop I ship romantically. I “ship” every ship, but it’s more of a “aw, that’s a cute moment” way. So when I started to ship Jikook, it was because they had SOMETHING that made me that into the two. There is no other ship in Kpop that I actively track and believe could be real.

Jikook isn’t a ship with extremely close moments (like over exaggerated hugs on broadcast, or pics of them sleeping next to each other, or purely best bro handshakes, like tae/kook). With Jikook, you have to look at more than just what’s in front of you, you have to read between the lines. That’s why Jikook fans are often called delusional. Jikook like to kill you subtly and slowly, starving you from ‘moments’ and then coming out with a huge onslaught of airport pics, twitter videos, and fansign moments.

Jikook are the kings of doing things when they don’t think a camera is around, or they think they can get away with it. The countless backhugs for example, or the unconfirmed handholding (seriously was that a mic or Jimin’s hand, Jungkook?). The small smiles and looks they share with each other. The fact that they spend nights alone, and are confirmed to be close (read: snuggling) when sleeping.

It’s all out of character for “best friends” and “bandmates”. It’s not a cultural difference - the way Jikook act - boys are usually more touchy in South Korea, that’s true. But not touchy enough to backhug them at an award show, like you’re dancing for prom, or moan and whisper about how much you “want them”, and saying you’re “in a relationship” (talking about: jikook back hug on new years, now3 behind the scenes, and multiple times when jm said he and jk were dating). It’s normal for boys to wrap their arms around each other, to tap friends on the butt, hug them, and even sit on laps. But what Jikook does is more than that.

Jikook has this aura about them that just screams intimacy and love. They always make eye contact and look at each other with so much love I can feel it through the screen. The smiles and laughs that they share are so sweet that I’m 90% sure I have gotten a cavity from looking at them.

Jungkook is usually seen as uninterested, and seen as he hates Jimin. But that’s not how it truly is, if anything, Jungkook is more in love with Jimin than Jimin is with Kook. Jungkook seems to glow with happiness whenever he makes his hyung laugh, his eyes turn into hearts and he smiles as Jimin does the dorkiest things or giggles at someone else. It’s amazing how in love Jungkook looks.

Now Jimin was always seen as Jungkook obsessed. And you can tell he truly cares for him, but over the years he’s toned it down. Now it’s perceived as him disliking Kook, but again, I don’t see it that way. The way Jimin acts is the way that somebody acts when they know that they are special to someone. He acts as if he knows how Kook thinks of him, and he enjoys it. Plus he still seems in love with Kook.

As far as I’m concerned, Jikook are legit like a 70% chance of being real.

thedragonsknight  asked:

Could you do a " we literally ran into each other and I can't get you off my mind from Astrid's pov"

I present you with two idiots pining after each other so much they might as well be Christmas trees.

This was ridiculous.

He wasn’t even that attractive when she really thought about it; too many freckles and skinny as a reed. No. There had to be another explanation.

There was no way she was obsessed with Hiccup Haddock.

Astrid Hofferson was a nice person; smart, pretty, good at sports, she was basically the living embodiment of girl next door. She had plenty of friends and she’d never been desperate for a date. So she should have been able to brush off what happened with the school’s resident science nerd.

And yet…

Astrid wasn’t an idiot; she knew that high school popularity was an arbitrary concept and just because someone got it into their heads that she had some sort of influence over her peers, didn’t mean she was better than anyone. But Hiccup Haddock was so not the kind of guy she was supposed to be hung up on.

The weirdest thing was Hiccup didn’t seem nearly as affected by their encounter and in what world was that even remotely fair? She was a goddamn catch and he should be acting like it.

Astrid banged her head against her locker, knowing that she wasn’t being fair. Hiccup had pretty much been a perfect gentleman when she’d bumped into him in the hallway that morning. He’d picked up the books she’d dropped, smiled kindly at her and said, “No harm done,” before going on his way and leaving a puddle formally known as Astrid behind him.

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Preference #396: He makes fun of your obsession for a show

Niall: He didn’t even ask anymore if you would go out on Tuesday night. He knew the answer was no, as long as your favorite show was playing. You could simply record it, but you never did. No, you had to see it live. It was too important to miss by even a minute. ”this obsession you have with this show is not healthy,” Niall joked, when he wanted to take you to a big industry party on Tuesday, and knew it would never happen. You rolled your eyes and stuck out your tongue towards him. “I love one show. Let me enjoy it.” He wrapped his arms around your waist, “I would if that didn’t mean I can’t have your company to things on certain nights.” You laughed and shrugged your shoulders, “It is one night Niall. I believe you’ll be fine.” “I’ll miss you,” he told you, knowing there were no words to convince you to come. You kissed him quickly, “I’ll miss you too.”

Liam: Once your show started, it was as if you went into another world. You heard nothing Liam said, and saw nothing he did. Your only focus was the show before you. He found it the funniest thing, and when this week’s episode came to an end, he laughed, “You and that show. I’m telling you the house could be fire, and you’d still just sit there.” You were not so certain of that fact. You had no idea how engulfed in the show you could become. “I’m not that into.” “I should film you! You ignore the world once it’s on,” Liam informed you, planning to do just that next week. “Just wait. I’ll show you next week. No matter what i do, you ignore me.” “Well maybe you’re just annoying. I am trying to watch a show,” you responded, a bit of laughter in yours words as you did, “You should actually pay attention too. Maybe you’d like it just as much.” “No, but I’m glad you do.”

Harry: Every single week Harry made fun of the way you went on and on about your favorite show. You could tell he was only joking though, so you made no effort to stop. Not that you would have anyway. You truly loved it, and felt a need to speak about it so much. “Let me guess, this was the best episode yet,” Harry cut in, before you could start gushing about this week’s episode, “Just like last week’s, and the one before, and the one before, and the…” You held up your hand to stop him from going any further, and rolled your eyes playfully. “I’ll have you know I did not think last week’s was the best. Remember? Or did you tune me out again, I can repeat it all.” Harry laughed at that. He had no doubt you would do just that. “No, no, I remember. I was joking. Okay, what happened this week. I should just watch this show already, so I’ll fully understand what you’re saying.”

Louis: For the first time in your life, you were completely obsessed with a show. Every week you could not wait to see what would happen. You had never been so into anything before. You didn’t even realize how much you talked about it, until Louis began making fun of you. “If I have to hear about that show one more time [Y/N], I’m gonna start ignoring you. Please shut up.” You bottom lip shook, not realizing he was only joking. He noticed the tears welling in your eyes, and his tone instantly changed, “Baby, I’m joking. I was just joking. I love hearing you talk about it. Your face just lights up. I love how happy it makes you. I was only kidding.” You didn’t know if you believed his words, but you wanted to. “You’re sure? I’ll shut up if I annoy you.” Louis shook his head, and pulled you into his arms, “No, please. Talk about it all you want. I was only kidding, I promise.”

Zayn: “Let me guess, you’re about to talk about your show. Again.” Zayn interrupted you, before you could speak. But the moment you opened your mouth, he knew what would come out. It was all you spoke of lately, ever since you’d gotten into it and began your binge watch that had been going on for almost 2 weeks now. You hesitated to speak now. Zayn noticed this moment where you stopped yourself, and laughed, “I don’t mind. Just saying, I know what you’re gonna talk about. Just tell me, what now. What happened? Another character die or something?” You shook your head, “No, not this time. It was a happy season end, for once. Do you really want to hear about it?” He didn’t. Not at all. But it made you happy to talk about, so he sighed, “Yeah, tell me. What happened?”

a/n: I’m lowkey obsessed with anything set in a coffeeshop, so here’s a little something with Mikey. I think I have plans for more like this, so let me know if it’s worth continuing. :) 

Getting up before the sun lost its appeal on day one. Your body aches slightly as you roll out of bed and feel your way to the shower. If it weren’t for the promising prospect of free coffee, you would most definitely still be in bed right now. Nearly an hour later you find yourself pulling the coffee shop keys from your bag and unlocking the door for yourself and equally drowsy coworker.

Michael yawns as he pulls his beanie down over his aqua colored locks before setting to work overturning the chairs in the café area. You make yourself busy with starting up the espresso bars and getting the pastry case ready for what’s sure to be a busy morning.

“Whatcha want to drink this morning, Mike?” You ask as the final rinse cycle runs its course on your favourite bar. You’ve already begun pulling shots for your own drink, a simple Americano with vanilla.

“I don’t care so long as it’s got enough caffeine to knock a buffalo on his ass,” Michael responds through a yawn. “What about that drink you made me last week. The mocha chai caramel thing?”

You scrunch your nose at his suggestion. “Okay first of all that sounds absolutely disgusting. How could you even think I would make something like that.”

Michael shrugs and makes his way over to the bar height stools perpendicular to the espresso bars. He climbs up into the chair closest to you. “I don’t know. All I remember was that it tasted really damn delicious.”

“I think your memory is playing tricks on you,” you smile. “How about a peach mocha?”

This time it’s Michael that scrunches his nose at your suggested coffee concoction. “Mocha and peach? How is that any better than what I suggested?”

“Do you trust me?” You show him a sly smile as you glance towards him. Michael nods slowly before slumping down in the chair and resting his chin in his hands. “Good. I’m making you a peach mocha.”

Michael watches intently as you go through the motions of making him a drink. He won’t admit it to most, but Michael deeply admires you. Everything about you has always intrigued him. The two of you formed a bond almost instantaneously when he got the job at the coffee shop. That allowed you to open up to him about your life quicker than you did with most everyone else in your life. You’re only in your early twenties, but you have put yourself through college, lived on your own, and helped open the establishment you both currently work in.

In all honesty, Michael would be lying to himself if he didn’t admit he found you incredibly attractive. But there’s just something about you that makes him think, makes him know, that he isn’t good enough for you. After all, at the same age as you, he still lives with three other roommates, he doesn’t have a degree of any kind, and he feels like a failure 80% of the time.

But you don’t see that. When you look at the blue haired boy sitting to your right, you see someone just as driven as you. You can’t deny the way your heart skips a beat every time you catch Michael’s gaze on you. He’s kind and respectful, two traits you don’t often see in people. And he’s fit as hell. But beyond that, Michael has a heart of gold. You love watching him interact with the customers that walk through the doors. Whether it’s a regular like Miss Price, the old lady who loves to comment on Michael’s ever changing hair color, or someone visiting the shop just passing through town, he always takes the time to learn something about them and make them feel like they’re family, like they belong within the four walls of the coffee shop.

You smile as you place your latest concoction in front of Michael. Wrapping your hands around your own cup of coffee, you lean your hip against the bar anticipating his verdict.

Michael takes a tentative sip, letting his lips smack together against his tongue. He shifts his gaze toward the ceiling before taking another sip. A slight nod of his head mirrors the satisfied look on his face as he lowers his sight back down to you.

“I must say…this is actually pretty tasty.”

You smile brightly. “Thanks. It’s always been one of my favorites.” A glance down at your watch reminds you that you open the doors in less than half an hour. “Come on, kid. Let’s get this place ready for customers.”

Begrudgingly, Michael slips from his seat and goes back to his job of prepping the café for opening. But in the back of his mind he files away the proud look on your face when he told you of his love for your drink. His heart flutters a bit at the memory, and he never wants to forget that feeling. Across the shop, you smile to yourself, a swelling in your chest at the idea that Michael enjoyed one of your favorite beverages. It’s a small thing in the grand scheme of things, but in this moment, it means the world to you. Both of you, actually.

[FICRECS] Zayn/Liam

once again i have too many fics to rec and i’m lazy to post one by one:P

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  • Hear me in the harmony by carpeziam [14.1k | General]
    Liam had feelings for Zayn since the night they met the artist, but it would take two long years before Zayn would realise that he felt the same way. When Zayn gets an offer he can’t refuse at their end of tour party, all bets are off… or are they?
  • What the Word Means by SoftlyandSwiftly [9.7k | Explicit]
    Zayn’s been a little (a lot) in love with Liam for so long now that he doesn’t even really think about it anymore. It’s just a constant hum in his veins, and he’s fine with it he swears, even though Liam has no idea. But then a certain word slips out of his mouth, and well things change.
  • start of something new by writingsofamadchild [3.5k | Explicit]
    Zayn has an obsession with Liam’s lips.
    (Alternately: That time Zayn and Liam “accidentally” kissed).

  • Bunkbait by Grand Buzz [2.7k+ | Explicit]
    Zayn spends the day teasing Liam, until he snaps and proceeds to try to fuck Zayn into oblivion. (I suspect the other boys are getting an earful of it, too).

  • Soundtrack to disaster by Paynegerous [3.1k | Explicit]
    His fingers run over his own tongue and he shivers, wondering how on God’s green earth Zayn had actually let someone stick a fucking needle through it. He grabs his iPad and types tongue piercings into Safari. He opens up the WikiHow on the aftercare and scans over it curiously.
    Avoid tobacco, alcohol, large amounts of caffeine, oral sexual contact (including french kissing), chewing gum and playing with jewellery during healing.
    Liam snorts loudly, wondering what the fuck Zayn was thinking. Not only can Zayn absolutely not function in the morning without a cigarette and a cup of strong coffee but he’s also incredibly clingy and usually horny after a show, so no kissing is going to be almost out of the question.
    Or the one where Zayn might have gotten his tongue pierced so someone had to write a fic about it.

  • Tell me tomorrow (I’ll wait by the window for you) by Paynegerous [13.3k+ | Mature]
    “You’re, like, beautiful,” Liam says, and it’s said so earnestly and with such conviction that Zayn can hardly believe that they don’t know each other in real life. “God, I’m cacking it now.”
    “Don’t,” Zayn says shyly. “We’re both people, it… it will be what it will.”
    “Can’t wait,” Liam says softly. “I’m nervous, yeah, but I really can’t fucking wait.”
    “Me neither,” Zayn grins. “Less than seventeen hours to go now, babe.”
    Or a Gavin and Stacey AU where Zayn pines, Liam’s nervous, Louis’s loud, Harry’s a little odd and Niall just loves an omelette.

  • we were in screaming colour by ghostrider [7.9k+ | Teen]
    “I came to get yo- I mean I came to see you,” Zayn says, “I want to talk to you. I think you and I-”
    “After dumping my best friend, you come here to get me?” Liam says, he pokes a finger at Zayn’s chest, “Listen, I might find you attractive but I am not going to stand here while you try to flirt with me.”
    (aka where everything is black and white until you meet your soulmate.)

  • i could drink a case of you by englandziam [20.5k | Mature]
    It’s times when Zayn murmurs words in Urdu up again Liam’s ear, voice soft and gentle as he whispers kind words of affection that have Liam blushing, and others when Zayn drops by the firehouse with coffee for everyone, Liam’s cup a little message scrawled at the bottom and the way Zayn grins before he leaves with a soft whisper of “Save some lives for me, babe,” where boyfriend and perhaps something a little like love trails along his every thought – but no, they don’t do that.
    Liam is a firefighter. Zayn is an art journalist, and neither of them do this - (until they do)

anonymous asked:

I feel as though the writers tried to make Damon look the hero this season, and Stefan look like a side character - like do they really except me to believe Stefan or Caroline and even Jeremy wouldn't be involved in Bonnie's rescue mission?

Oh, that’s not just a feeling, they definitely tried that. It started in season five, they spent two years using flashbacks and retcons to provide us with a reason for Damon’s psychopath behavior (and get this, of course none of it is poor Damon’s fault, he became a psychopath because the woman he loved basically forced him to, isn’t that convenient?) and to show us that, no no no, he wasn’t in town to make Stefan’s life miserable and to kill innocent people, no, he was in town to visit poor mommy’s grave - which Stefan as the bad guy he is obviously completely forgot about!

The last three seasons have been all about Damon and his man pain. What if Damon doesn’t get the girl? What if Damon only got the girl because she was stripped of her free will? What if Damon gets the girl but the universe wants her back with her first love? What if the girl breaks up with him because he couldn’t stop himself from killing innocent people and ruining a boy’s life (the way the girl’s life was ruined, might I add)? What if the girl breaks up with him because even after all those years, he still couldn’t tell her and Katherine apart? What if the girl breaks up with him because he slaughtered his friend for no other reason than boohoohoo sooo much man pain? What if the girl doesn’t want him back now that she remembers him for what he truly is and his always been, despite that ignorant fuck Carina’s blabbing about how he got “six years of redemption”? What if the girl is going to end up miserable in the only human life she’s ever going to get because of his gross obsession with her and his unability to let her live her own life?

It’s all about Damon. Everything comes down to Damon. Even Stelena, a relationship that has been shown to be the best thing that ever happened to Stefan, a relationship where both of them fought to be together, fought compulsion, fought bloodlust, a relationship that was described as so wonderful, that it brought two dead souls back to life, a relationship that Elena pointed to as the reason she wanted to live again, that relationship, was turned into something about Damon. Because get this: no, Elena didn’t help Stefan finally feel like he was worthy of someone’s love, she didn’t stop him from feeling like a monster for which there was no hope at all, oh no, Elena was only in Stefan’s life to help him remember why he loves Damon. Even though Stefan has loved Damon his entire life, even though Damon was the one who promised him an eternity of misery, who killed his best friend, who aggressively pursued the love of his life until he won, who made disgusting jokes about Stefan’s guilt complexes, who forced human blood on him knowing what it did to him on more than one occasion, who excuses him sticking his tongue down Elena’s throat with “if you hadn’t been such a dick, she wouldn’t have let me do that” ignoring the fact that Stefan was only a “dick” because he sacrificed his soul to safe Damon’s worthless shitty life. All of that doesn’t matter, of course Damon loves his baby brother, he always has, Stefan was the monster who needed to remember what a lovely, wonderful, sweet person Damon is.

And yes, it is ridiculous to expect us to believe that Damon was the only one who cared about saving Bonnie. If they wanted Damon to be the one to save her, they could have made that happen without making everyone not give a damn. They could ahve started with the entire group working to find a solution to bring Bonnie back, only to have Caroline back out because of her mom’s brain tumor (a valid reason to want out, obviously) and have Stefan be less involved because Bonnie was no longer the only one who needed a friend. Then they could have Jeremy back out because he couldn’t take it anymore, he’d get his hopes up every time they tried something and every damn time they’d feel, so he’d throw himself in drinking and girls and weed and call that “moving on”. Then Tyler and Matt could stop being involved because, I don’t know, Enzo showed up to make their lives miserable (I’m sure we could find a reason for Enzo to do that, hell, it’s not like he ever needed a reason for anything he did since he showed up, lol) and finally we could have Damon snap at Elena for making this mission about him wanting her back, rather than him wanting Bonnie back, and voila, there you have it: Damon’s the hero, without making everyone else look like shit (well, except for Elena maybe xD). But no, the show has focused on couples rather than plot ever since season five, which means that Stefan and Caroline needed to have all their scenes together, no exceptions, and the same went for Damon and Elena. It’s ridiculous. It’s hard to imagine that most of the people writing season five and six, were already there during the first three seasons.

Wauw, this got really long, lol. Sorry. xD