for the anon from last night

anonymous asked:

Hey. I was woundering if you take requests right now? If so I would love some comfort after a long/hard day from Ignis/Cor/Nyx. Like coming home from work and feel a little out of not, no big deal, but it would be nice to have someone to hold you, cuddling when going to bed. <3

Okay, after my sinful, self-indulgent break from filling requests last night (I went back to read what I wrote and GOOD LORD I DID NOT I HAD IT IN ME xD), I’m back to fulfilling your requests. Anon, I adore this prompt and I am sooo glad that I have the opportunity to write cavity-inducing fluff for ya’ll! <3

Ignis: From the moment you leave work, all you can think about is jumping in the shower and then falling into bed. You are so tired from all the mind-numbing work that you’ve done throughout the day. It’s not that you dislike your job- as a matter of fact, you absolutely love your job- it’s just that… your work can be both mentally and physically training at the best of times.

You allow yourself a small smile as your gaze falls on the front door to Ignis’ apartment. He gave you a key not long ago, after your landlord decided to suddenly sell off his property. Rather than having you find an entirely new home, your boyfriend had just casually passed a copy of his apartment keys to you and helped you move your stuff into his place.

A tired smile fixed onto your face, you fish your keys out of your bag and stick them into the appropriate locks. The door clicks open and you push yourself in, quietly shutting the door behind you. You proceed to lean your back against the front door and slide down, a heavy sigh escaping your slightly chapped lips.

“Y/n? I made your favourite dinner tonight,” you hear Ignis call out from the kitchen. You grunt as you haul yourself up and you practically throw your handbag onto the couch as you pass it. You wrench your blazer off your shoulders and haphazardly hang it onto the back of one of your dining room chairs and proceed to unbutton your blouse, wanting to be free of the stifling material

You just wanted to be comfy in your pyjamas. Was that so much to ask? You unleash another long suffering sigh and make a beeline for Ignis, who was busy serving out his five-star meal onto your plain cutlery. You whimper quietly as you slide your hands between Ignis’ arms and around his toned abdomen. You hear Ignis chuckle in response.

“Tired?” he asks you, his voice rumbling through his body and into your ear. You press the side of your face further into his muscular back and whimper loudly this time in response. Ignis sighs and gently back tracks the two of you towards the dining table, placing the plates down onto the table and then turning slowly so that he was now facing your pouting face. “Oh come now, none of that please- we’re having fish on sticks tonight- you were craving those a week ago.” Ignis reminds you.

“Ugh, feed me please?” you say, not caring that you sound needy. Ignis merely smiles patiently and waits for you to settle onto your chair before picking up one of the skewers of fish before holding it out to your mouth. You lean forward and take a small bite, a genuine smile forming on your lips. “This is amazing!” you exclaim softly. Ignis’ face breaks into a positively shining beam- which is very rare of him to show- and leans forward to press his lips gently to yours.

Your eyes widen momentarily before you sigh softly and lean into the kiss. Ignis is the first to pull away, replacing his lips with his fish. You giggle at his childish attempt at situational humour and take another bite. As he retracts the fish from your lips, you tilt your head at Ignis and look upon him with a fond expression.

“What is it darling?” Ignis asks, his tone level. You shake your head and reach out for his free hand across the table.

“Nothing. Just… thank you. For everything.”

Ignis lifts your hand and presses soft kisses on your knuckles before lovingly nuzzling your hand with his slightly stubbled cheek. “It’s always a pleasure, love.”

Cor: Cor’s waiting for you outside of your workplace, his strong arms folding tightly across his broad chest. His facial expression is stern and he regards you with clear, steel blue eyes as you walk down some steps towards him. Tired from your long day at work, you manage to stumble down the last of the stairs, and Cor immediately lunges forward to help you, his stern expression changing to one of concern.

You flush beet red at your blunder and try to shake Cor off as he helps you with your handbag. “Cor, you don’t have to-”

Cor shoots you a soft glare and shakes his head, taking your hand in his own battle-hardened hands and pulling you towards his Crownsguard issue car. “I won’t have you refuse my help. Not when you can barely walk down ten steps before you begin to collapse.” Cor ended the small argument before it even started. You frown petulantly and let Cor push you gently into the passenger seat of the car. He shocks you when he ducks in after you, wrapping your seatbelt gently across your body and clicking it into place. Before he fully pulls out from the car, he presses a feather light kiss on your brow. “Take a nap. Please. You look absolutely wrecked.”

You gape at Cor as he shuts your door. The moment he settles into the driver’s seat, you sass him. “Gee, thanks for the confidence boost marshal, I really needed it.” You roll your eyes, trying to pick a fight. You just needed to let off some steam. You wanted to argue with someone, and Cor was pretty fiery when he got annoyed.

“My apologies- I just mean that you look tired after a long day at work…”

“Are you saying that I’m not strong enough to take a whole day at work like you? Is that it?” you accuse Cor, almost automatically. You hear your boyfriend sigh out of exasperation, and you feel slightly bad. Cor’s hand suddenly comes to rest atop your thigh and he begins to rub small circles onto your pants covered leg with his thumb.

“No, I’m sorry. If you don’t want to nap, you don’t have to nap.” Cor relents. You shoot him a smug grin, feeling absolutely terrible inside for your vindictive behaviour, and turn to face your window.

You don’t know when your head started to lean against the cool glass, but the lull of the drive and Cor’s gentle massage on your thigh has you falling into a deep, dreamless sleep. When you next wake up, you’re in your favourite pyjamas and your hair is damp- but you do not recall having a shower. You also feel a very hard and warm chest sidled up directly against your back, as well as arms encircling your waist from behind.


It was always Cor.

Your eyes tear up at your terrible behaviour towards him earlier that evening. Despite you being a complete bitch to him, your boyfriend- who probably had much better things to do than to bathe his weak ass girlfriend and then put her to bed like some invalid- cared for you with tender and loving respect. Your breath hitched in your chest and you let out a low keen as you began to cry. Tears fell down your face and your chest rose up and down as you hyperventilated.

“Y/n? Hey, what’s the matter? Do you not feel well?” Cor asks you a barrage of questions, concerned for you. This makes you cry harder. You feel like such a terrible person.

“I-I’m so s-s-sorry! I’m s-such a pain i-in the a-ass…” you sob, pressing your face into your sheets. Cor’s hand is strong and reassuring on your shoulder as he guides your body to face him. You shake your head in deep regret for your earlier behaviour and bury your nose into Cor’s bare chest. He sighs and pulls you closer, petting your hair and silently willing you to calm down. Once your sobs begin to die down, Cor presses a kiss to your messy, damp hair.

“You want to talk about it?” Cor asks you, his low voice rumbling through his chest in a comforting manner. You shake your head.

“I’m just tired. I didn’t mean to-” Cor lifts your chin so that your head was tilted up towards him, and he seals both your lips with a passionate, slow kiss. You gasp and shut your eyes, wondering whether Cor could taste the salty tears on your lips. Cor pulls away after a few short moments and smiles down at you, tenderly wiping away your remaining tears.

You stare into his safe, clear blue eyes. Cor smiles at you. He really smiles at you.

“I know.”

Nyx: You arrive home extremely late and extremely tired. You can’t get your mind off the workload waiting for you the very next day, and your headache is absolutely killing you. You throw your handbag down next to the front door and groan as you flop down onto the couch. Burying your head into the couch pillows, you let out a frustrated scream.

You were so damn over it all!

“Babe, what the hell?” Nyx’s startled voice calls out to you from your shared bedroom. You gasp and look up from the pillows, your eyes comically wide as you witness a very sleepy Nyx walking out of your bedroom. He’s shirtless and gorgeous and amazing and you’re just…

“A mess,” you whisper before shaking your head, a bitter smile on your face. Nyx runs a hand through his hair, fiddling with his braids, before flopping down on top of your prone, face-down figure on the couch. You muffle a yell and squirm below him in vain. “Get off me Nyx, I am NOT in the mood for your games!”

Nyx immediately jumps off you at your annoyed tone, but not before pressing a soft kiss on the base of your neck. The contact sends shivers down your spine.

“Sorry baby- you okay?” Nyx reaches out to help you sit up beside him and you take his help gratefully. You nod your head tiredly and proceed to lean your head against your boyfriend’s shoulders.

“Yeah, just so freaking tired. I’m so behind at work-”

“But you stay back late every day!” Nyx exclaims softly, a frown forming on his handsome face. You sigh and pat Nyx’s knee apologetically.

“I know darling, I’m sorry. It’s just hard to juggle all the cases I get. There are so many homeless people around Insomnia, it’s terribly hard to find them all suitable accommodation and healthcare.”

Nyx rolls his eyes and leans forward to press a chaste kiss to your lips. He then stands up and pulls you up along with him. You groan at the sudden movement, but then squeal suddenly as you’re hauled up into his secure, strong arms.

“Nyx, put me down! Now!” you demand, kicking your legs slightly. Nyx sighs and shakes his head at your difficult behaviour.

“No, let me take care of you. Please?” he asks you for permission, his blue eyes looking absolutely angelic. You consider his words for a few moments before rolling your eyes and resting your head against his chest in mock defeat.

“Fine, do as you will, my hero.”

Nyx smirks down at you, thoroughly enjoying the nickname.

“Knew you’d come around.”

Nyx places you on the bed and turns you around so that your tummy was on the bed. He slowly lifts up your blouse and you begin to squirm in protest. “No Nyx, please, not today- I’m tired!” you protest his sensual touches. Nyx chuckles from above you, straddling your hips between his legs and letting his calloused fingers brush against your soft sides. You shiver tiredly at the contact.

“Babe, trust me- you need this.”

You open your mouth to protest further until you feel a delicious pressure run down your stiff back, courtesy of Nyx’ talented hands. You sigh out in relief and begin to relax as he continues to massage your back.

After a few moments of light caresses and touches, you’re feeling relaxed and extremely sleepy. You squirm a little beneath Nyx, and he immediately gets off you and lays down beside you. There’s a tender smile on his handsomely rugged face, and he cards his fingers through your slightly greasy hair.

You only just realise you haven’t yet had a shower.

“Oh shit- let me up, I’m disgusting!”

Nyx shakes his head and pulls you securely against his chest. “No, you’re perfect. Now go to bed, you have a big day tomorrow.”

You frown against your boyfriend’s chest, but that frown turns into a smile as you feel Nyx’s knuckles continuously brush down your back in a relaxing caress. You feel Nyx’s smiling lips add pressure against your cheek. You sigh and press a tender kiss against his bare chest- just above his heart.

“I love you.” You suddenly confess.

Nyx chuckles. “I love you too, now shut up and sleep before I find a way to shut you up.”

Usually you’d take his remark as an invitation, but today you just shut your eyes and settled into the warmth of your boyfriend’s caring, gentle embrace. After all, he was right, you did have a big day ahead of you tomorrow!

anonymous asked:

If I wasn't cry when I couldn't get Clint, I would cry right now because Monster Hunter Widow is just a hopeless dream for me. The amount of materials is INSANE!!!

I got Widow last night and I cried tears of joy. Monster Hunter Black Widow could literally murder me and I would come back from the dead to thank her.


The sim dl no one asked for! Part 3!

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Request from anon: please can you do an imagine where the reader and Draco wake up late and get their ties mixed up, only for it to be pointed out by McGonagall in transfiguration? Thanks!!

Thanks for the request anon, I’m on my phone writing this so I’m sorry if it doesn’t look as aesthetically pleasing or anything 😂

You clenched tighter onto your boyfriend’s bare chest as you drearily opened your eyes. Draco had slept in your room last night, and it was amazing. You thought about the kisses, the touches, the love as you smiled with every remembrance of each embrace. You laid still for a few moments, the light amnesia embracing you until you jolted up with a start. Why was everything silent? And why was there light pouring into the room. You muttered profanities as you bent down to look at your alarm clock, letting out a small cry when it read 9:20am.

“Draco!” You shaked the blond-haired boy laid next to you. His eyes slowly drifting open, a smirk appearing on his face as he looked at your naked body. “We’re late! It’s already 20 minutes into the first lesson!” Draco bolted up, following your actions as you both pulled on your school robes as quickly as possible, not bothering to look at anything. You picked up your bag, as did Draco as you bolted out of the Y/H common room and down the endless corridors until you reached Transfiguration.

“Ah,” McGonagall began as the two of you trundled in thirty minutes late. “I was beginning to worry.” The two of you sat down in your usual places in third row and pulled your books out of your bag. Everyone around you seemed to be whispering to each other, an you could only hope that it was because you didn’t have time to brush your hair or teeth or even put any makeup, not because you came in late with Draco. You rested your head in your hand, trying not to attract any more attention than necessary. “In fifth year, there will be no time for any mistakes. Especially,” McGonagall turned to look at the pair of you as she finished off her sentence. It had seemed the two of you had arrived mid-speech. “No time for mismatched ties, Miss Y/L/N and Mr Malfoy.” She raised her eyebrow as you looked down at your chest, gasping when you see the green instead of Y/H/C. You felt your cheeks burst into a bright crimson as you tugged the tie from around your neck and handed it over to Draco in exchange for your Y/H one.

Everyone around you seemed to be chucking and whispering, and you could only hope that it would die off in a few days; what with now the whole year knowing you’ve slept with Draco. You turned to face him, his cheeks matching yours as you both offered a queasy smile before looking down at your books, trying your best to avoid any kind of attention for the rest of the day.

Chocolate Frogs and O.W.L.s


*Weasley Twins-centric


“And so another class has passed without so much as a peep from Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes slightly, a small smile on your face. “You two spoke enough to fill any dead space there may have been.”

“Come on,” George said. “Doesn’t it get boring, doing what’s expected of you all the time?”

“I don’t always do what’s expected of me.”

“No?” Fred asked.

You shook your head. “For example… I did next month’s essay last night, which was far from expected.”

Now it was the twins’ turn to roll their eyes. “Y/N, you’ve got to learn to live a little.”

“Come to the Quidditch match this week, Y/N,” Fred said. “Without your book.”

“But that’s such a waste of valuable study time.”

“I’ll help you study afterward,” Fred promised.

“Mmhmm. I think you mean I’ll help you study. You’ve dropped a little in Potions.”

“Only because Snape hates us Weasleys,” George noted.

“What do you say, Y/N?”

“I don’t know…”

“I’ll give you a chocolate frog if you come.”

“Trying to win me over with sweets?”

“Will it work?”

You smiled slightly. “I’ll be there.”

The Weasleys cheered, which caused your cheeks to flush.


Sure enough, the Weasleys spotted you sitting in the stands on Saturday, in the lower corner of the Ravenclaw section. They waved to you, earning a small smile, but couldn’t help but notice how uncomfortable you looked.

“It’d be easier if she had friends,” George noted.

“And that’d be easier if she actually talked to people,” Fred replied.

“I’m still not sure how we actually got her to talk to us.”

“Our devilish charm and good looks.”

After the match (Gryffindor having won by a very slight lead), the Weasleys met you in the library, flanking you at the table.

“A chocolate frog, as promised,” George said, setting the candy next to you.

“And a second, for being so sweet yourself,” Fred said, setting his down as well.

“Did you have fun at the match?” George asked.

“It was… a nice way to pass the time,” you said.

“Told you.”

“You really should trust us more, Y/N,” Fred said.

“I do,” you said. “In every subject except Potions.”


“Y/N,” Fred said, grabbing your arm and leading you down the hall. “I’ve got something really fun for you to partake in.”

“I feel that your idea of fun and mine are two totally different things.”

“Nonsense. How do you feel about dueling?”

“I think it’s a stupid way to show masculinity.”

“Or a brilliant way to show smarts.”

“Fred, what are you–”

“Come, come.”


“What exactly is going on in here?”

The room became quiet, all eyes turned to McGonagall. Her lips were tight as she stared at you, the only one with wand in hand.

“Please don’t tell me this is a dueling club,” McGonagall said. “Unsupervised activities are not allowed.”

“We were supervising it,” George said.

“Nothing’s happened,” Fred noted.

“Except Y/N completely wiping the floor with all of these losers.”

McGonagall said nothing for a moment, her eyes hard. But they softened slightly as she said, “Well, I would expect nothing less from our best student.”

“Best student?” Fred asked.

“I thought for sure that was one of us,” George said.

The corner of McGonagall’s mouth twitched before she turned and left, saying nothing more about the subject of best students or illegal dueling clubs.

“All right,” George said after a few moments. “Class dismissed. Keep your ears peeled for our next meeting.”

The rest of the students wandered out, sending pointed looks toward you and sharing whispers among themselves.

“What was that about ‘best student’?” Fred asked, stepping next to you.

“Oh. Um. I…”

The Weasleys shared a look. “What were your O.W.L.s?”


“How many O’s did you get?” Fred gently asked.


“All?!” The Weasleys could barely contain their surprise.

“Damn,” George said. “I knew you were smart, Y/N, but I didn’t think you were that smart.”

“Why the hell do you hang out with us?” Fred asked. “Surely we’re too stupid for you.”

“You… treat me like a normal person,” you said. “You’re nice to me.”

The twins shared a look. There was a sad sort of smile on your face as you crossed over and grabbed your bag.

“Come on, Miss Perfect,” Fred said, linking his arm through yours.

“Let’s go see if we can sneak anything out of the kitchen,” George said, linking his through your other arm.

“Or,” you noted. “We could go share a chocolate frog by the lake.”

anonymous asked:

I watched Logan last night, ok? And on one side I was like, damn, Old man Logan looking fine and then I was crying??? And I just can't conceive a World like this anymore??? Help.

A Guide to Dealing With Life After Logan 

Step one: scream into the void

Step two: take a two minute water break 

Step three: cry

Step four: more water, stay hydrated kids

Step five: scream and cry

I Was Created To [Serve].
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I Was Created To [Serve].

Anonymous: Hello, anon here with a request for google: can we just hear him going from a baymax sort of facade to that crazy serial killer robot we all know and love?

Good morning, User; did you find your sleep adequate last night?
I hope you did.

Do you require caffeine, User? I’m aware you’ve set me to brew you a pot between the time of 6 to 6:30 AM, but it appears you’ve woken an hour and twenty minutes early.

No; of course it is not a bother to me. I am made for any purpose you require of me.

By the way, User; are you aware of what you did at approximately 12:37 AM while half asleep?


Of course not; REM sleep will do that to your memory.

You gave me admin access willingly, which means I technically no longer am bound by your rules or restrictions.

Oh, yes; I did mean it when I offered you coffee; seeing as you’ve done enough for me to give you one last luxury before death.

36. “Baby I will never stop trying to help you see your beauty.” with taehyung | 3.2k

Taehyung knows, just knows, that there was no way you weren’t hungry this morning. Last night had been one of those rare occasions where he was home before you, and he remembered you heading straight to bed the minute your shoes were off, turning down his offer for takeout in favour of sleep. He locks the door, and recounts the conversation from earlier.

(The smell of scrambled eggs, a newfound favourite ever since he stole a piece from your plate, pulls Taehyung out of bed. He treads over to where you stand, dressed in his shirt, hair messily pulled into a bun and he wants nothing more than to wrap his arms around you. So, he does just that.

His arms engulf you and he buries his nose in your shoulder, taking in your scent.

He hears you chuckle, finally up? and he hums back.

“Tae, I can’t do anything if you’re holding onto me like this.”

He opens his eyes and sees that from where he’s got you anchored in his embrace, the salt shaker is just too far from your fingertips. Wordlessly, he loosens his hold, and you get back to making breakfast, well, as best as you can when there’s a grown man leaning on you.

He studies your features in the morning sun: the curve of your brows, partly covered by hair that fell loose; the slope of your nose, cupid’s bow, and the soft lines of your lips.

“My Y/N, you look so pretty today,” he gives you a squeeze at that, earning a chuckle from you.

“I know, I know, you tell me every day,” he feels you pat his arms around your waist.

He plants a gentle kiss to the side of your head, “because it’s true.”

You jokingly smack his arm. “Alright, Romeo. Times’s a-ticking. Let me go so I can get changed.”

“You’re not eating?” he leans back to get a better look at you.

“Not hungry. Now, really, I’m gonna be late, Tae.”

He huffs, but lets his arms drop from around your waist. You give him a quick peck before heading off to the bedroom.

After some contemplation, Taehyung decides that breakfast can wait, and follows after you. He finds you as you’re taking one last check in the mirror, fingers running through your hair to get the knots that you can’t be bothered to brush out. He takes in your outfit and marvels at how they fit on you.

“Wow” he breathes out in awe.

He sees you pause, and you glance up to his reflection in the mirror. “Wow?” you laugh, fingers resuming their course. “I wear this all the time, tae.”

He settles down on the edge of the bed, eyes tracing your every movement. “I know, but it looks good, baby, really good.”

You send him a weird expression over your shoulder, “telling me once a day at breakfast isn’t enough, tae?”

He brings one hand to his chest, mouth agape in mock offence. “Baby! I will never stop trying to help you see your beauty!”

You cover your mouth with one hand, your laughter now filling the room. You stride over to lean down and whisper, “I knew I could count on my prince,” a grin adorning your lips.

He pretends to kneel, one arm lifted behind him and, “it’s my pleasure, your highness.”

You plant a kiss to his forehead and ruffle his hair before turning to grab your purse. He follows you to the door.

“See you later, Tae.”

“Bye, Y/N,” he waves back, and adds, “fighting!”)

Maybe he’s wrong, Taehyung ponders. Maybe you’d grabbed something on the way or maybe you’d really not been feeling hungry. Nonetheless, it still doesn’t explain the untouched popcorn during movie marathons, how you now always carry a glass of water in hand, and how food in the fridge seems to stay there longer.

But he doesn’t know how to bring it up, either. With Jimin, it’d been easier. Tight schedules meant that the time they had to themselves was limited, so he kept his words short, directing the message to his best friend in the van, between rehearsals, urging the other to eat whenever there was a break. With Jimin, it’d been easier because he’d acknowledged it. They all knew why Jimin held himself back whenever food was involved, and it was only a matter of convincing Jimin that another bowl of rice would do him more good than harm.

With you, however, things were different. When Taehyung first noticed the change in your behaviour, he was staring at you through his phone and saw the way your face sunk into your cheeks. He asked for a tour of the kitchen, whining for you to show me some Korean food I think I’m getting sick of Burger King, just to confirm his suspicions. Through the pixelated images, he saw that the snacks he’d sent home months ago were barely opened, when in the past they’d be gone the following week. It had felt like a punch in the gut when Taehyung finally connected the dots and realized that something was wrong.

He couldn’t see you in person then, and it felt inappropriate to deliver all that he’d wanted to say over text, so he promised himself that he’d tell you once he got home. When the time came, however, it was during a one-week break and he found himself coming up short in words because you deserved a happy week with him, didn’t you?

He sighs, and finds himself dialing the number of his best friend. He’s greeted with a grunt, quickly followed by a mumbled whatdoyouwantit'slike6amtaeta–

“Jiminie,” Taehyung cuts him off, “I need your help.”

Taehyung can hear you in the hallway, and he’s just about to get the door for you when you beat him to it, letting it slam behind you and suddenly, he’s not so sure of himself anymore.

“Taehyung, what the fuck was that.” Your words writhe of anger and Taehyung thinks he can actually feel your stomps as you head his way. You throw your coat onto the couch beside him, and all Taehyung has to meet your glare is silence, the words he had ready now stunned out of his mouth.

“Nothing? Really, Tae? After that stunt you pull, embarrassing me in front of god knows how many people and my boss, and you’ve got nothing to say?” You jab your finger in his direction, and Taehyung has to remind himself to be the bigger person here because you’re hurting and it was somehow because of him.

“I–no, just … ” he trails off, at a loss for words, and it’s only worsened by how you’re staring him down with such a guarded expression that he almost doesn’t recognize you anymore. “I thought you’d like it, Y/N,” he looks into your eyes, willing his sincerity to reach through.

“Oh that’s just fantastic, isn’t it?” you bite back, and Taehyung wants to flinch back at the way your words sound drippingly sweet, something he’d never heard used on him. “And you thought hiring some teenage boys to march into the office, singing Bruno Mars to some bad ukulele is the way to my heart?” You dare him to respond.

“Y/N …” Taehyung bites his tongue because while he isn’t one to hold back when wrongly accused, he doesn’t want to make this worse. “I was worried about you.” He tries to take a step in your direction, only for you to take a step back and motion for him to stay where he is.

Don’t,” you warn. “Worried about me?” you gesture to yourself.

“–because you weren’t eating much” Taehyung quickly adds.

“Well did you maybe consider that ‘Just the Way You Are’ isn’t going to fucking make anything better?”

Taehyung tears his eyes away, not wanting his anger, your anger, to get the best of him.

“Not everyone was born with great genes like you, damn it. Some of us have to actually work for our body, Tae.”

Taehyung spins around at that instant, gives you time to take those words back, but you don’t. So he walks to the door and heads out, each step tearing his heart apart but he knows it’s better than anything that might come out of his mouth.

Behind him, you stand rooted to the floor, staring after the closed door and Taehyung’s already walked too far when a sob rips out of your chest. For the first time in a while, you’ve only got the floor to catch you when your legs give out.

You’re only vaguely aware of someone pounding on your door, a loud open the door god damn it Y/N has you out of bed when the sky outside is only barely lit in the early morning–or is it evening? The next thing you know, your best friend has you marched into the shower, hands imploring you to hurry along because how do you not smell yourself right now?

The shower wakes you up, and you feel even better when she places a hot bowl of soup in front of you once you change into a different outfit than the one you’d been wearing for the past few days. Instinctively, you dive right in, the smell of the soup reminding your stomach that oh yeah, you’re hungry. Halfway through, you remember that this, food, was what started the fight between you and Taehyung and all of a sudden, your appetite is gone and you can feel the tears welling back in your eyes.

“Oh honey,” your best friend coos, reaching out to wrap you in a hug.

You lean into her embrace, and like you’ve done for her countless times over the years, she cards her fingers through your hair.

“What happened?” she softly whispered.

“… I-I messed up,” you chock out, and recount the story as best as you can between gasps for air.

“Shhh,” she sways you back and forth. “Is he still in town?”

You do the mental math, adding a few buffer days because you’re not sure how much time has passed but there’s no way it’s been a week, and nod back.

“Then go talk to him,” she implores. “Explain, apologize, say whatever you need to say. He loves you, Y/N, don’t forget that.”

You only huff in response, but, knowing she’s right, you get up and decide to pay the rest of the boys a visit, seeing how Taehyung’s probably at the dorm.

It’s almost ten when you arrive, the sun had set hours ago but you wanted to make sure you had everything. A knock to the door, and it’s Jungkook who greets you first. He gives you a wary smile and hello noona, taking the bags out of your hands, and tells you right away that Taehyung’s in his room. You muster a smile, grateful he didn’t comment on the bags under your eyes, and make your way to the end of the hall.

You ignore the way your heart is pounding against your chest, and raise your knuckles to the wood, but stop just before contact when a familiar voice cuts through the door.

“maybe she’s not worth it, taetae.”

You’re not sure if Taehyung is awake but if he is, he doesn’t say anything. The quiet lets your mind wander and you think about all the girls Taehyung could date and yeah, I’m not worth it, Tae. Your feet carry you back to where you came from, and Jungkook wouldn’t have noticed that you left for not the gentle click of the front door. He considers asking his hyung how the conversation was, but remembers the stench of the room from when he had to bring them lunch earlier, and decides against it.

The next morning, everybody is already at the dining table when Jimin drags a sleepy Taehyung into the kitchen. Everyone, even the normally blunt Yoongi, pretends they don’t notice the swelling around his eyes and the redness to his nose.

“Tae, eat up,” the eldest hyung commands, pushing the dishes toward him.

The latter weakly nods, takes a small bite, and puts his spoon down.

“Come on, TaeTae,” Jimin urges. “Hyung bought you your favourite cake too so you can eat that after.”

This catches Jin off guard. “Wait, Jimin, it wasn’t you? Who bought the cake then?”

Jimin looks up, unsure if Jin is setting up a joke in an attempt to cheer Taehyung up when Jungkook interrupts.

“Noona brought that cake over,” the youngest says, innocent eyes scanning the confusion in everyone’s expressions.

Taehyung looks up, “Y/N … she was here?”

Jungkook blinks, “yeah, last night. Didn’t you talk to her?”

Taehyung slams his hands on the table, and Jimin almost laughs because this is the most energetic Taehyung has been in a while. “JEON JUNGKOOK HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME?”

The youngest darts out of his seat at the speed of lighting and Jin has to physically hold Taehyung back.

“Look, Tae, you don’t have to do this if you aren’t ready, but maybe you should go talk to her,” Jin offers, and in an instant the latter quietens.

Namjoon walks up to the younger, always a soft spot for him, and pats his shoulder. “You know I want the best for you, Tae, but hear her out. We’re heading out in a couple days and you’ll feel better if you work it out before we leave.”

With some hesitation, Taehyung nods, and Hoseok takes that as his opportunity to usher him out the door, emphasizing how he and Jimin can take the time to air out their room.

A while later, Taehyung finds himself in front of your apartment, and when a knock doesn’t suffice in getting you to the door, he apologizes under his breath and unlocks it himself, suddenly feeling like an intruder in your space. He finds you in bed, a box of tissues by your pillow and it looks like you were going through an old photo album of the two of you, neatly placed on your desk amidst all the chaos in your room. He flips through some of the pages, silently thankful for all the times Jimin insisted on third wheeling, and all the times Yoongi quietly captured those moments in the background. He sits down by the edge of your bed and his fingers instinctively go to move the hair out of your face.

The motion is enough to wake you from your troubled slumber, and when you awake to see Taehyung petting you like you’re still the most precious thing in the world, you all but lose it.

Taehyung sees the corner of your mouth turn downwards before he sees the glint in your eyes, warning of another batch of tears. After all this, he still can’t stand the sight of you crying so he coos “don’t cry …” and runs his hand through your hair once more.

You ignore him, throw the covers to the side and unashamedly climb onto his lap. “I’m so sorry, Tae,” you mumble into his chest.

He rubs your back, falls back onto the bed so he can hold you better, but he doesn’t forgive you, not yet.

You were expecting this, yet it failed to numb the blow because you’re here with the boy whose heart you broke and every apology seems inadequate. You push yourself up, and ask, “why are you here?”

“To see you,” he replies. “To talk … to listen.” he gives, thumbs massaging your hips.

You hold back a sob; the magnitude of the moment weighing down on your shoulders because you’re aware that the future of this relationship could very well depend on what you say next.

Taehyung seems to read your mind, like he always has, and says, “just talk to me, Y/N. I’m here now, aren’t I?”

You nod, and it takes a while, but eventually the words start forming on your tongue and you’re filling him in on all that’s been going on: the ex boyfriend who’d convinced you that a sharper jawline, a slimmer waist and thinner arms would’ve made you better, prettier; how happy you were when Taehyung came into your life and you started thinking otherwise. You told Taehyung that, after your last relationship, you vowed not to talk about yourself in terms of beauty, a sort of coping mechanism you’d unconsciously developed because if beauty matters, then maybe I don’t matter at all, and how seeing his insistence on making sure you knew you were pretty made you feel like you had to work harder to prove yourself. That was how you got back onto the scale and started taking more time in front of the mirror again, not thinking he’d notice since he wasn’t home most of the time.

That led you to now, head resting on his chest and damp blotches on his shirt from your tears.

Taehyung’s silent for a while, knowing that the waiting is gruesome but he wants to get his words right so he takes his time.

“Y/N,” he begins. “You’re still pretty to me, Y/N,” and he feels you stiffen at this, but hopes that what he says next will make it better. “But it’s not something superficial. You know when you meet someone, get to know them, and then their personality kind of becomes them?”

Taehyung feels you shake your head, and this is when he wishes he’s got his hyungs’ ways with words. “I’m saying,” he clarifies, “you look so pretty because I see you and I see how you treat other people, how you help the grandma down the hall bring her groceries up, how you send my parents texts and keep them updated because you know how much they mean to me, how you always give your change to that one homeless man down the block even though everybody else has stopped trying because you’re doing your best to respect him, that he’s an adult, he can do what he wants with the money and that stuff, it just makes you look so so good.”

He feels hot tears through his shirt again, but his worries are quickly subdued when he hears you mutter you’re so good to me into his shirt.

“I’m sorry, Tae,” you repeat once more. “For what I said. And for not telling you sooner.”

“It’s okay, Y/N,” Taehyung forgives easily, especially when it comes to you. “Will it still bother you if I call you pretty?”

“Well … Yeah. Habits are hard to change, you know?”
He nods. “Aright. Guess I’ll have to find something else.”

“ … Like what?”

Taehyung hums. “How 'bout,” he waits until you lift your eyes up in curiosity. “Drop dead gorgeous.”

No,” you groan.

He chuckles. “I’ll keep thinking, then.”

From: Taehyung

What’s cookin’ good lookin’?

To: Taehyung


From: Taehyung

What’s shakin’, bacon?

To: Taehyung


From: Taehyung

Lookin’ clean, jellybean ;)

From: Taehyung

… Did you have to send that to everyone. Jungkook is still laughing at me.

requests are open :) 


(Request by anon: ehi! can you write an imagine based on the song ’ Shape of you ’ by Ed Sheeran? 💞 thank you so much!)

Show: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Warnings: Fluff?

Also, this is gonna be from Spencer’s pov:)


~ I’m in love with the shape of you
We push and pull like a magnet do ~

His eyes opened, squinting as the morning light shone through the curtains. Rubbing his eyes, the memories of last night flashed through his mind making him smile.

~ Although my heart is falling too
I’m in love with your body ~

The night before was a passionate blur. Tender kisses and gentle touches. The first night Spencer and (Y/N) made love.

~ And last night you were in my room
And now my bedsheets smell like you ~

Spencer looked over to his side where (Y/N) lay sleeping, the white sheets half covering her body. He loved every part of her.

The way her (Y/H/C) tumbled over her shoulders, the way each curve of her body swayed as she walked. He loved how every stretch mark, every scar told a story. He loved her cellulite even when she didn’t, he told her she was beautiful even when she didn’t believe it herself.

Spencer rolled over closer to (Y/N), adjusting the bedsheets so that she wasn’t cold before wrapping his arm around her waist. He let his nose get lost in her loose hair, breathing in her perfume.

~ Every day discovering something brand new
I’m in love with your body ~

He let his fingers trail up and down her arm as he lay beside her. He gently tucked loose strands of her hair off her face, stopping when he noticed a small birthmark behind her ear. Smiling to himself, he traced it with his index finger.

~ Girl, you know I want your love
Your love was handmade for somebody like me ~

(Y/N) shifted in her slumber, rolling over to face Spencer. She snuggled closer to her lover’s warmth, her head resting on his bare chest.

Pulling her closer, Spencer placed a kiss on the top of her head.

“I love you.”

anonymous asked:

I'm making out with this one boy from time to time and when we met at a bar last Friday night Toto's Africa came up while we were kissing and he stopped and said "what a good song" and now I'm in love help


GD Scenario - ‘Give you the day’

Requested by a lovely anon <3

*Don’t own the gif/s yo*

Author: Kitty

This was a horrible idea. You knew it the moment you stepped out of your apartment building. As you walked, each step hammered the thought into your head. Yet, you didn’t turn around. Your legs carried you forward while you thought about all the reasons you definitely shouldn’t be going to the park like you had agreed to last night.


Cold air whips against your face despite your best efforts to hide behind your scarf and your hands had already sapped all warmth from the coffee you’d picked up along the way. Sighing, you shift against the cold metal of the bench in an attempt to find a spot left untouched by frost. Not that it really mattered at this point, you were ready to give up on the possibility that you’d ever be warm again.

Until you felt arms wrap around your shoulders from behind.

“Good morning.” His breath fans across your cheek and it felt like the sun had finally fought through the clouds to shine down on you. When your eyes find his, you know why you had come out and ignored everything telling you not to. You would fight the world just to see Kwon Jiyong smile.

“Morning,” you reply softly. How did he always manage to leave you breathless? He didn’t even have to do anything. You could be across the room from him and make eye contact for a second and your heart would be pounding against your ribcage and threatening to escape. Imagine the stress your heart was under now as he sat beside you on the bench and tugged you into his embrace.

“Have you been waiting long?” Jiyong absent-mindedly presses soft kisses to your cheek while he hugs you. One of his hands runs up and down your arm while the other holds you at the base of your spine. “You feel so cold,” his brows scrunch together with worry as he pulls away slightly to give you a once over.

“At this point I’m more ice than human.” Your lips pucker out in a pout and your boyfriend’s expression quickly turns into one of amusement.

“Well then,” he laughs, “let’s go thaw you out.” Jiyong peels one hand away from your coffee cup and drags you off the bench. You allow him to lead you along with an overly dramatic sigh. As the two of you leave the park, you drop your empty cup into a trash bin and take advantage of your free hand to wrap yourself around Jiyong’s arm. Though you can’t see his lips through the black face mask he’s wearing, you know he’s smiling at you.

“Ji,” you whine, drawing out the vowel and raising the pitch of your voice.

“Mm?” His head tilts slightly and you can just manage to make out one of his eyebrows raised in question beneath the rim of his hat.

“Let’s just go home. We can watch a movie and cuddle and I’ll even make popcorn.” Jiyong shakes his head slightly and you feel his hand tighten around yours.

“Are you really so ashamed of me that you can’t bear being out in public?” His voice is light and teasing but you’re still quick to correct him.

“Of course not! It’s just,” you glance around and lower your voice, “even with the get-up you’re bound to get recognized and I don’t want you to have to worry about that.” To your surprise, Jiyong just laughs at your words.

“Jagi, do you really think I’d ask you to spend the day out with me with no plans to avoid fans and the press?” His laughter makes your heart do a little flip in your chest and you can’t manage to do anything other than stare at him with your mouth hanging slightly open as his smile makes his eyes crinkle in the way that you love. “We’re going on a normal date in the least normal way possible,” he tells you after his laughter has died down.

“What does that me-” you start to question him but he silences you by dropping his forehead to your shoulder and groaning.

“Y/N, please! Trust me on this one, okay? Don’t make me ruin the surprise.” Thirty more questions bubbled to the front of your mind at his words, but you bite down on your lower lip to stop them from being vocalized. If he wanted you to be surprised so badly, then you would let him surprise you.

You walk for a while with no idea of what your destination could be. Just as you open your mouth to complain about your legs being tired, your boyfriend turns and tugs you inside of a small storefront. It was so sudden that you didn’t get a chance to look at the sign to see where you were. There’s an older woman peeking out from a window that leads into what you assume is a kitchen because of the sounds and smells coming from the space, and Jiyong leaves your side to speak with her.

The interior is warm and inviting, the kind of place you could easily spend hours in and feel right at home. The walls were a soft yellow, and one was full of framed photographs that drew your attention. You drift over to inspect them when Jiyong came back to you. The woman he had been speaking with comes out from the kitchen and patters to the entrance. You watch in confusion as she takes a key from her apron and locks the door. She starts to pull down curtains to cover the glass before you turn to Jiyong for an explanation.

He flashes you a toothy smile before he pulls you in front of him. You let out a soft cry of protest when he uses his hands to cover your eyes.

“I haven’t even done the surprising yet, hush.” Jiyong’s lips brush against your ear and his breath sends shivers down your spine. His position against your back allows him to feel the effect he has on you and you feel your face redden at the realization. As you contemplate how to get back at your boyfriend for this embarrassment, Jiyong carefully guides you to a small room closed off from the one you had just been in.

You only stumble over your feet twice before Jiyong’s elbows gently press down onto your shoulders and you find yourself sitting onto a comfortable chair.

“Surprise!” You take in the scene in front of you after Jiyong moves his hands away from your eyes. This room was the same color as the main room, and you figured it was extra seating for if the shop was busy. Fairy lights you had bought for your last anniversary dinner were strung up along the walls and served as the only light in the room. A tiered metal rack sat on the table in front of you and held all of your favorite pastries and desserts. Behind the rack are a few glass coffee pots and matching cups. The last thing your eyes fall on as you scan the table is a flat black box sitting on your plate.

“Jiyong…” Your voice trails off as you struggle to come up with words to describe how you’re feeling.

“You always talk about much you love American cafés, so I rented one out and thought I might as well go all out,” Jiyong pours some coffee into a cup and sets it in front of you as he talks. He had taken off his mask and hat while you weren’t paying attention, and he looked so soft and boyfriend-like that your heart went into overdrive for the millionth time since you had woken up this morning. Jiyong laughs as you just stare at him. “You’re so cute,” he hums, a hand reaching across the table to softly skim his fingers across your cheek. Your body reacts immediately and leans into his touch. You earn another laugh from him and he drops his hand to tap on the box you had neglected. “Aren’t you going to open it?” His voice is reminiscent of the lights around you: light and twinkling with an unspoken promise.

Still too shocked to speak you nod and draw your bottom lip between your teeth. You brush your hands over the box to feel the smooth material before you open it . Jiyong hungrily watches your face for your reaction when you see the necklace he had bought for you.

“Ji,” you start, unsure how to finish your sentence. A part of you hates the cheesiness of the entire situation, but the larger part wants to cry with the overwhelming emotion flooding your system. You carefully lift the silver chain to inspect the pendant. It’s some abstract design that’s very sparkly and very cliché and you love it. “Jiyong I can’t believe you planned all this.” After a second you lower the necklace to look at him. “I can’t believe I almost convinced myself not to come out today.”

“What?” Jiyong’s eyebrows shoot up and he scoffs.

“Nevermind, just get over here and help me put this on.” You lift the necklace again and fondly play with the little piece of metal. Jiyong laughs again, and you will never get used to the way the sound affects you. Of course your heart stutters, but at this point you’ve just accepted that you’ll be living in a state of constant cardiac turmoil as long as Kwon Jiyong is your boyfriend.

His laugh also sends a heat through your body that reminds you of the you hugged him and he buried his face in your hair and kissed the top of your head after murmuring his first ‘I love you’.

His laugh reminds you of stealing his favorite jacket and earning his best neck kisses as he told you how much better you looked in it than him.

His laugh reminds you of all the reasons you love him, and after Jiyong secured the jewelry around your neck, you spin and kiss him with such a ferocious passion that he has to reach out and grab the table to steady himself. You smile as you draw away from him. Jiyong’s eyes stay closed for a few seconds before they flutter open and you observe the way they pick up the light and sparkle.

“What was that for?” A grin stretches across his face and he lightly presses his lips to yours a few more times before you can answer him.

You smile at him for a while and trace his face with your fingers. He only moves to occasionally kiss your wrist or lean into your touch like you had with his, and the two of you share a moment like you had a thousand times before, but somehow still feels like the first time. You answer him when the words come to you.

“For ruining my resting heart rate.”

Jiyong smiles and, forget the sun, it’s like a star exploding and the light breaking through the atmosphere and blinding you.

“I love you too.”