he just picks her up like he found a puppy idk

anonymous asked:

Angst free prompt: Little acts of domestic helpfulness. Like, making the other tea or making sure their favorite fork is clean or something.

idk if you’re even still around anon because this is nearly a year late and deviates a l o t from the original prompt but it was fun to write anyways :) thank you!

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A fumble with keys, then a rattle as the doorknob turns. While no sound comes from the swing of the door, Neil enters the apartment calling, “Honey, I’m home,” and that makes more of a racket than it would’ve if he’d just slammed it against the adjacent wall.

Andrew, who has long since become used to this particular part of their routine, merely grunts in response. Their mocking attempts to imitate the horrors of heteronormative domesticity is something shared between two men who have finally found themselves settling into a relatively uneventful life, and Andrew cherishes it even if it isn’t worth the breath to say so.

Over the screams of the boring thriller he’s watching, Andrew can hear the clatter of Neil’s keys as they’re dropped into the little dish that the Boyd-Wilds children had made for them, the thud of the door’s latch being put into place, the shuffling of Neil struggling out of his running shoes because he always refuses to undo the laces. He flips through the channels as Neil stumbles into the living room, reeking of and drenched in sweat. His hair is half plastered to his face and half valiantly reaching for the ceiling - courtesy of that goddamned bandanna - and the only thing that Andrew appreciates about this particular image is the fact that Neil’s legs in those tiny short-shorts still look tantalizingly good.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I have a request for you! How would Hanzo and Genji's noodles act around their S/Os?


(By the way, I imagine Genji’s dragon to be a girl? Idk why)


  • When the two of you started dating
  • The noodles were so confused
  • For one, they are not used to Hanzo smiling
  • Nor the emotions that you stirred within the older Shimada
  • For another…You scared them the first time you met them
  • The first thing you did was pick one up, hold it to your chest like a puppy and you scratched under its chin
  • At first they nipped and wiggled, unused to such affection
  • Yet you would still hug them, snuggle them…
  • You’d feed them treats Hanzo would NEVER ever ever let them have
  • Like bacon, or little chocolate pieces, or little bits of meat from your dinner plate during supper
  • Hanzo is worried you’re going to make them fat, honestly, and that they’ll someday look like one of those pudgy cats that have to be rolled around because they can’t get up
  • Love for you starts blossoming pretty fast
  • It isn’t hard to see why their master loves you
  • They are so used to you now that they will lift their heads when they hear your name
  • They will run into your arms if you call them
  • They are now very protective of you
  • And one of them knows how to shake a claw for treats :) the other learned the potato-jutsu (flops on floor and sulks till treat is received)
  • Hanzo is glad the noodles have taken to you, but he had no doubt they would either way


  • Soba was really sulky when Genji first introduced you
  • She’s not used to having to share Genji
  • Genji has this little cat bed in his room for her
  • She just turns away when you crouch in front of her
  • When you don’t go away, she turns and gives you a grumpy blep, her tongue sticking out cutely
  • Immediately you blep right back at her
  • And for a moment, Soba is so startled
  • Except immediately, just because of the blep, you fascinate her
  • Genji has gone to grab some snacks, and when he comes back he nearly drops them
  • Your sitting on the bed with Soba curled up in your lap, her tongue out a bit as you pet her
  • You’ve already found so many of her sweet spots, the places she loves to get a good scratch the most
  • Soba makes you think of a puppy
  • Now she goes with you two whenever you leave the house
  • While she’s still jealous over her master, she’s okay with sharing him with you and Zenyatta. 
  • Also adores you. Likes to curl up around your neck when you guys are out walking
  • You always sneak her pieces of chicken
  • You’re the only person who’ll let her sleep in the bed
  • She likes to smoosh between you and Genji’s bodies in the bed, not because she doesn’t want you two touching but because you are both soooooo warm
  • You like playing with her and a laser pointer
Baby Sitters (Daveed Diggs x Reader)

WOAH. omfg okay so I finally finished this. It took me forever but I finally did it. Now I can finish my other fics lol. Okay, so I hope you all enjoy this, it took me so long. As always send in requests if you have them. 

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x reader

Word Count: 5482

Summary: Reader is left in charge of babysitting Nala, Anthony and Jasmine’s puppy, for a week and Daveed comes to “help”.

Warnings: Cursing, smut, Nala (puppies should always be warnings)


“Yip! Yip!” Jasmine and Anthony’s new puppy, Nala, chirped as you walked into Jasmine’s apartment.

You bent down and Nala ran towards you, slipping on the hardwood floor. “Oh my god!” You picked the dog up when she was close to you. “Hi there, baby!” You said using a ‘baby’ voice. Nala kept yipping, and you almost started crying because of how adorable she was. “Who’s a good little girl? Who is it? It’s you!”

Anthony sat on the couch, laughing as you immersed yourself into a conversation with the dog, asking her how her day went and if her daddy was being nice to her.

“Daddy was being nice to someone.” Anthony mumbled into the glass of water in his hand, a huge smirk evident on his face.

“Oh, gross. The baby can hear you, ass-wipe.” You chastised.

“She’s a puppy.” Anthony argued. “She doesn’t understand what we’re saying yet.”

Both you and Jasmine gave Anthony a dirty look.

“My baby will not be learning your nasty language.” Jasmine said.

“But she can’t talk!”

“But she can understand! We will not be using inappropriate language as of today.”

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  • a/n: idk why i put that small angst part in there IDK IT JUST FELT LIKE A GOOD SPOT. also this came out more in a short story line fashion than the others but I still enjoyed it so i hope you do too
  • Soulmate au in which you are born with an unfinished tattoo, as you near each other, you will feel slight pain as the tattoo begins to finish itself, it will be fully finished when the soulmates meet
  • Mingyu is definitely excited to meet his soulmate, not as excited as maybe seungcheol was, but he definitely got those nervous yet excited feelings in his stomach whenever his tattoo slowly inched to its finished
  • often gets more excited about the tattoo than meeting his soulmate
  • “are you not excited about your soulmate”
  • “oh yeah”
  • tries to trace the tattoo and guess what the end product might be
  • there were a lot of tattoo interpreters specifically for those like Mingyu (they were kind of like fortune tellers)
  • basically Mingyu begs Wonwoo to go with him because “you found your soulmate, help me find mine.”
  • The first one they went to had this really really long line of people waiting so they decide to go to the second one
  • which only has a longer line so they try the third one
  • and the line is still long
  • with much pleads to Wonwoo, they are both stuck sitting on the sidewalk with others
  • finally after 4 hours and a grumpy Wonwoo swearing under his breath about how ‘this better be worth it’ and how ‘this better not be a fake’
  • Mingyu pulls up his sleeve to reveal the tattoo and the interpreter kind of has this playful laugh and smile
  • Mingyu is utterly confused because “what’s so funny about my tattoo.”
  • The interpreter shakes her head, “Sorry.” She coughs to get it out of her system before she tells Mingyu, “You possess the Sun tattoo, a very intricate one actually. Your soulmate will possess a Moon tattoo, it’s design and intricacy will reflect yours.”
  • Mingyu is actually jumping now with happy puppy eyes, “DID YOU HEAR THAT WONWOO. MY SOULMATE HAS A MOON TATTOO”
  • Wonwoo is rolling his eyes, “Is there a way we can find them.” Cue puppy eyed Mingyu smiling and nodding wildly.
  • the interpreter laughs lightly before saying how Mingyu shouldn’t rush things but as they are about to leave she hands Mingyu a card, “it is your decision, but this person can help you, tell them I sent you, you’ll jump straight to the beginning of the line.”
  • when they leave the sketchy tent (because every fortune teller has one like that) Mingyu is just staring at the card.
  • Mingyu then gives Wonwoo those really sad pleading puppy eyes and Wonwoo is just
  • “fine.”
  • Again they walk towards another sketchy tent and Mingyu has this giddy look on his face and a skip in his walk. Mingyu notices the lady starting to pack up and now he’s running
  • and now Mingyu is once again pulling up his sleeve for the lady and she kind of marvels at Mingyu’s tattoo before stating that they cannot leave as she rushes out
  • Wonwoo: “that was really sketchy, maybe we should leave
  • Mingyu with a giant smile on his face “she probably has something to do”
  • a few minutes pass before Mingyu feels a strong stinging on his forearm. Wonwoo and Mingyu stare in wonder as the tattoo starts to rapidly finish in front of their eyes
  • and when they look up, they see you, standing alongside the interpreter
  • Mingyu then kind of falls still, bc ‘shit she’s pretty’
  • Mingyu has this far off look on his face because he just can’t stop staring, it isn’t until Wonwoo shoves him with his elbow that he kind of comes back to life
  • the lady smiles, “this is my daughter.”
  • Mingyu really can’t smiling afterwards because “wow Wonwoo, she’s beautiful.”
  • You and Mingyu kind of start off slow before it develops into a really playful and intimate relationship
  • LOVES showing you off to the other
  • LOVES showing off the tattoos
  • “yes Mingyu we’ve seen it before”
  • Will wholeheartedly suggest getting new tattoos
  • he really loves cooking, so you become his taste tester on a lot of his new food creations
  • “are you sure chicken should be stuffed with 3 bottles of mustard”
  • “just trust me y/n”
  • you smile a lot because he’s a little airheaded sometimes, and you’re not smiling because it’s funny, you have this kind of sweet smile while you pat his head as if he’s a little puppy
  • the first time he made you cry, he didn’t know what he did
  • Mingyu was really confused when he stepped into the apartment and you were sitting at the kitchen table, two plates set out
  • “what is this?” his question was innocent in his mind, he really didn’t know what was going on
  • Your voice was kind of dull as you picked up your plate, “just an idiot waiting for her boyfriend who agreed to have dinner with her 3 hours ago.”
  • and you kept thinking it was trivial to cry over this, but when you turned to face Mingyu, a few tears slipped out
  • Mingyu feels really ashamed and guilty that he made you cry, that he made his soulmate cry
  • He approaches you slowly, and the weight on his shoulder becomes heavier with each step, he brings his hands up to wipe your tear stained face and he’s spilling apologies over and over again and now he’s stating about how to make up for it, he’ll tell the boys of his stupid mistake
  • and you just laugh
  • He stares as your eyes crinkle, your lips turned upwards, the sweetest of melodies spilling from your mouth, and Mingyu just holds you close, still saying how sorry he is.
  • Mingyu eats the cold dried food on the table that night, no matter how much you tell him that its gone bad, he sits and stuffs his mouth with a toothy grin
  • And when he gets sick the next day with food poisoning, you hold back an ‘I told you so’
  • Mingyu is a very puppy like soulmate. He does everything you say and will do anything for you even if it means picking up pads and tampons at the store. He loves you with his whole heart and will do anything to make you stop crying as well as won’t let anyone forget about how sad he got when he made you cry the first time. He never wants to make you sad.

anonymous asked:

Hello!! RFAs reaction to MC who casts spells? Like lights candles and casts spells like a little witch. MC started because she found spells online and tried them out, but they actually seemed to work! Whether or not they really do is up to you haha

A/N: guys idk if you know this but i’m actually really into witchcraft- like magick, crystals, spirituality, spells, sO MANY DIFFERENT THINGS and i just im soRRY IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS REQUEST but i toned it down a little to spare y'all ~Admin 404


           -He was the one to bring the idea up in the first place, actually!

           -“MC!!! I can’t remember anything! I’ve studied this same page for the past hour or so and I can’t remember ANY of it. Uhg, why can’t there be any kind of magic to help me with this? You know, kind of like Harry Potter? Or the magic spells in LOLOL!!”

           -Now you weren’t witch-savvy but you were determined to find something that could help him!! Or at least make him feel as if he’s being helped! He needed to pass this upcoming test and seeing him suffer made you feel terrible!

           -So, thanks to the internet, you found a sort of “Study star” spell for him! You explain it to him and he is so!!! ready!!! to try!!

           -You light up an orange candle, as he focuses on the light. You had him draw a seven point star, had him dab a smudge of sage oil in the center of the star and on his forehead between his eyes. You also had him repeat the chant a few times.

           -You had him keep the paper in his hand the whole time he studied, and when he was done, he blew out the candle

           -Neither of you knew if it did anything but he did have to admit that he was excited to try it anyway!!

           -He came home the next day from his test extremely hyper, loud, and just all around excited puppy yoosung


           -He was yelling in excitement, jumping on the other half of the couch as you bounced up and down on the other half due to him. You agreed to do it every time he need to study, so he could get and keep his grades up!


           -He was disappointed about not getting the part he wanted in a play

           -And the moment he walked into your guy’s home, you were practically hit in the face with his negative aura

           -“Oh no, nonono, step back outside”

           -You pushed him out of the front door and he stood there completely confused. Too confused to even ask what was going on, or attempt to re-enter the home

           -He watched as you mixed salt and garlic and sprinkled it along the doorsteps, the windowsills, any entry point to the house

           -“MC what in the world are you doing can I please come inside now?? What are your sprinkling everywhere??”

           -You explained that you protected the house from negative influences, and that now he was able to enter the house

           -“I don’t want your negative energy up in here Zen, so I’m protecting our home. Now, come on inside and tell me what’s wrong, love”

           -HE DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE INTO THIS KIND OF STUFF???? MC can you give me more protection things? Self-care? BeauTY SPELLS????

           -You just sigh every time he asks but you do secretly draw him an herbal protection bath at least once a month and he just thinks you buy the MOST amazing bath salts because they smell and make him feel a m a z i n g


           -You’ve noticed her stress lately, it’s not like she hides it well

           -And you wanted to help!! But you just COULDN’T think of a spell to help

           -You thought of maybe combining two of them, but suddenly you had an idea!

           -You ran up to her with a bag full of different colour yarn, and told her the meaning of each colour. She was thrown off and wasn’t sure why you were telling her, but she played along

           -“You have to pick one according to how you feel, as in what kind of problems you’re having! Did you pick one? Oh good! Okay, the next thing you need to do is hold it taut. Got it?”

           -She followed your directions silently. She knew you believed in things like spells and magic and she wanted to respect you although she didn’t believe in it herself. Besides, she knows you’re just trying to help, and she can’t complain about that!

           -“Okay now, concentrate on all of your problems you’re having. Really visualize them as you tie knots into yarn. Yes, just like that! You’re tying up the problems and they can’t get away!”

           -She held it out to you when she was done visualizing, “Alright now what? Do we do something about visualizing the same problems and untie the knots, as if we’re letting go of- MC where are you going?”

           -You snatched the yarn from her while she talked, holding it far out in front of you as if it was evil, and you ran outside. She watched as you tried to quickly dig a hole in the dirt and throw the yarn in it, figuratively burying her problems

           -She shook her head and couldn’t help but smile. She didn’t feel any problems go away, but she did get happier knowing you wanted to help her bad enough that you’d run outside and try to dig a hole with one hand


           -He came home one day to find you rubbing some sort of liquid across your wrist, heart, and forehead. And only those places. He was thoroughly confused. You weren’t new to spell casting but he’s never SEEN you do it

           -It smelt like a mix of lemon juice, mint, basil, and a few more that he couldn’t place off the top of his head

           -He asked what you were doing and you just smiled at him, shrugging before you answered

           -“I made a spell! I boiled basil, bay leaves, coriander, lemon juice,-” He watched you list several things off but just tilted his head to the side out of confusion

           -“You…casted… a spell? Like as in magic? And witches?”

           -“Yeah! I casted it because…well.. I just wanted to strengthen our relationship and make sure our love is there and strong at all times…”

           -You looked down at your feet, pouting a little bit, hoping you didn’t freak him out, but he kissed your forehead instead

           -“Oh, MC, you didn’t need a spell for that. The love I have for you is immense, there’s no need to worry”

           -Which wOW you couldn’t tell if that was just him being honest with you or if your spell DID work. You’d have to try another one to see if it worked.

           -“But um, MC? What can I used to wash this mixture off because I really dislike the taste. I probably should have kissed your cheek instead.”


           -Can’t tell me nerd boy hasn’t tried to recreate spells from Harry Potter or the show Charmed

           - i also believe that he’s tried a few protection spells for saeran growing up

           -But lately you’ve noticed he’s had a string of nightmares and you felt terrible! Watching him wake up completely freaked out broke your heart

           -You weren’t sure how to really bring up the idea of performing a spell, so you just blurted it out

           -He just nodded and smiled towards you before saying, “Yeah I was thinking the same thing. Last time they got really bad I tired one and it seemed to help. Maybe with you doing it with me, it’ll work even better!!!!”

           - im sorry last time you whAT

           -You threw your shock out of the window when he pulled out the items you needed- salt, rosemary, rose petals, glass bowl, valerian, and polish moonstone


           -Helped him find a place by the bed to put the bowl where he wouldn’t accidently knock it over

           -Overall you had no real part in this?? He did it all himself??? You weren’t NEW to witchcraft or anything but??? You’re just disappointed that you had nO IDEA HE WAS INTO IT


           -He travels often for his photography

           -But this most recent trip, there was a little hiccup and made the trip a little dangerous

           -And you DID. NOT. LIKE. IT.

           -So you were determined to make sure he was safe every time he left the house

           -You were new to the whole magick aspect, and decided to find something on the internet and see if it would help at all

           -(Or at least help ease your mind about him leaving)

           -You decided to make a “Safe Travel” charm for him!!!

           -Crying a little on the inside as you tore a bit of your red flannel shirt (MC it’s not like it fits anymore, it’ll be okay), placed some dirt, large pieces of rock salt, and one of your favourite silver rings into it. The moment you were done sewing it into a little bag, you rushed to give it to him

           -He was surprised at the gift, but his heart immediately MELTED when you told him what it was, what it’s made of, and why you made it. HONESTLY DIDN’T WANT TO LEAVE ON TRIPS AFTER THAT, how could he worry his MC that much??

           -He swore to be 500% careful when he left the house, and NEVER do anything to make you worry. Neither of you knew if the charm actually worked the way it was supposed to, but it did remind him that he needed to take your feelings into account when he takes trips


           -He’s seen you participate in spells and rituals before

           -He’s even read up about the magick! Mainly because he was interested in the black magick aspect before meeting you

           -Now that he’s met you, and you participate in the white magick, he figures what could it hurt.

           -He’s been pretty down lately, and you felt horrible about it! The both of you knew nothing really caused it, but you still wanted to try to help

           -He was walking into the room to ask you a question about this new movie he saw, but noticed you were sitting at the altar you set up

           -You were sitting in front of 3 yellow candles, he could smell cedar, and he watched you sprinkle some herbs around the candles

           -He kept hearing you mutter to yourself, and he decided not to disturb you. But once you were done, he definitely questioned just what you were doing

           -“You were testing a happiness spell? What for? Are you not happy, MC? Is everything alright?” He actually got REALLY worried like oh nO MY MC IS SAD???

           -“No, no! I wanted to see if it worked because… I mean, if it does work I was gonna suggest you try it. You’ve been down lately and I just want to help but I guess I should have just asked if you wanted help and I’m sor-”

           -He cut you off before you could apologize by hugging you. He muttered a thank you before he kissed the side of your head. He agreed to try the spell with you, as well! that was easy, thought i’d have to fight more

Flaws (Part One) - (Young)Remus Lupin Imagine

A/N: helloooo my dearies! I am baaaack! xD I am soo happy to be back and Im a bit nervous on how this turned up but hopefully you guys will like it cause I’m really excited about this idea! :D

Anonymous said: Hi. I love your imagines. I have a request for Remus Lupin imagine that the girl is after Remus like James was after lily and she also asks him out like James did in front of all. She is like female version of James and Sirius and she knows about his lycanthropy but hasn’t told him. She flirts with Remus and Remus always says no to her partially because of his lycanthropy and because he thinks she is stuck up. But in the end they get together. Please do this I’m your huge fan please pretty pleas

so here’s part one! Idk how many parts it will have but I don’t think that many ;) oh and thanks for everyone who voted for faceclaim but I went with my original hung, the lovely Meagan Tandy :D 

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :)

Your name: submit What is this?


[Part 2]

When all of your flaws and all of my flaws are laid out one by one
A wonderful part of the mess that we made, we pick ourselves undone

“Hurry up!”

“You’re gonna get us caught!”

“Both of you shut up or you are going to get us caught!”

“Guys we’re gonna get in trouble” Peter said guarding the hallway.

“Wormtail, just make sure nobody comes, we’ll be fine” James assured him as he, Sirius and (Y/N) made sure everything was perfect.

“Would you stop moving? You’re going to drop me!” (Y/N) complained as Sirius tried to hold her up.

“Just hurry!” the wizard complained again.

“Alright, James you’re up!” she said as she managed to climb down from Sirius’ shoulders and James pointed his wand to finish their elaborate prank.

“That should work” he said as they all admired their masterpiece.

“How did you guys manage to sneak upon my handsome Remmy?” (Y/N) asked curiously.

“Prefect rounds” Sirius and James answered at the same time as they walked around the corner to make their way back to the Gryffindor Tower.

“Guys, someone’s coming” Peter whispered and they all came to a halt and heard footsteps coming their way.

“Get your map!” (Y/N) told James who quickly obeyed and saw who was coming their way.

“It’s Moony!”



“We can’t run, Filch is the other way!” James said.

“We need a diversion” Sirius said. “Prongs, you go out and distract Moony!”

“Are you joking? He said if he found me again after hours he’d give me detention for real this time! You go!”

“Yeah, he already gave me detention last time” Sirius said rolling his eyes. “Wormtail!”

“No way, mate! Moony scares me!”

“Ugh, boys! Let a lady handle this. I’ll distract my Remmy and you guys run for it” she suggested.

“You just want an excuse to talk to Moony” James said smirking.

“Just wait for my signal” she said ignoring them and walking towards the prefect.

“Ouch!” she yelled falling flat on her but when she bumped into him.

“(Y/N)?” Remus said lighting his wand towards her.

“Well, look at that, you made me fall all over again, Mr. Lupin” she said with a playful smirk as she got back up.

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Sweet home. (Part 1/?)

Summary: basically touken parent fic with their 5 year old daughter mai, but kaneki struggling to find the time to spend with his family. Just some domestic touken life overflowing with fluff. Multific…possibly..

Notes: so uh idk if I should make this a Multific or not, but considering how many hcs I’ve wrote or atleast thought of, I might as well make it a fic. Please share feedback if you actually want more and enjoy~

Touka opened the door slowly and quietly, narrowing her eyes as she peered into the dim study room. She crept in, her footsteps light and tiptoed closer to the desk in the centre of the room, stepping around it and kneeled around the corner. She could already hear the muffled giggles of a little girl hiding in the small space beneath the desk.

“Found you!” Touka yelled, poking her head into the small space and her five year old child shrieked excitedly with bubbling laughter.

“You scared me, mama.” Mai giggled and flung out her arms for touka to pick her up. Touka carefully pulled her out from under the desk and rested Mai on her hip, pinching her nose.

“That’s the point, silly.”

She carried Mai back into the living room, sitting her down on one of the plush seats to change her into her pajamas. In the light, you could see that Mai looked remarkably like touka, with dark, straight purple hair, her button nose and big, round eyes. However, what she shared with her father was his face, even with the chubby cheeks, and his beautiful grey eyes. Touka buttoned up Mai’s bunny onesie but her face was lowered slightly, nibbling her thumb in her mouth.

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Let’s Take It Backstage - Taeil (M)

Requested: hi♡ can i have a taeil jealousy smut where he gets possessive because someone is being touchy with you (he tries to hide his jealously but it shows when they get intimate)? thank you and i love your blog♡ (sorry if that was too specific and confusing)

Hi! Can I request a taeil smut? One where he’s like really dominant? Idk, everyone writes stuff about him and about 99% of the time he’s a shy little puppy, and idk I doubt he’ll be shy around his girlfriend, you know? Either way thanks!!

A/N: I rolled these two requests together, I hope you guys don’t mind… I also believe whole heartedly Taeil is shy in the streets, but sly in the sheets (AKA I agree with u anon #2). I was kind of struggling with if I should have them use a condom or nah-


Word Count: 1,411

The theme music blared loudly in the studio, the live audience clapping and cheering. You smiled as the cameras took their places in front of you. You were excited to finally be on Hello Counselor and even more excited you were able to do it with your boyfriend, Taeil. Of course, you and him weren’t public, but was still enthralling to you.

You sat between Heechul and Yuta, Taeil on the other side of Yuta.

So far the show was heaps of fun. Heechul and the counselors were hilarious, cracking jokes and imitating each other.

Heechul leaned down to whisper something in your ear causing you to giggle. Taeil craned his neck in the semi-circle of persons to see what you were laughing at.

“(Y/n) you’re single right?” Heechul asked, causing uproar in the audience.

Your eyes met Taeil’s for a split second before nodding.

“So then you can relate to her right?” he asked, motioning to the guest.

You gave a small chuckle before nodding again. You hated not being public with Taeil because of things like this and always having to sneak around. Yuta began discussing with the guest her problem and you zoned out, staring at the stage in front of you. A hand came down on your thigh and you nearly jumped out of your skin.

“Are you paying attention?!” Heechul yelled at you causing the audience to laugh.

Taeil had a solemn expression though, his eyes burning holes into Heechul’s hand.

“Yes!” you cried, making the audience laugh again.

“Stop bullying her~” one of the counselors chided.

“I’m not, we’re friends!” he retorted, slinging an arm over your shoulder.

“She’s leaning away from you” Yuta laughed.

The show continued well and you did your best to help the guests with advice.

“Do you not like Heechul Taeil?” one of the counselors asked.

Taeil’s eyes widened and he shook his head.

“He’s my senior, I look up to him a lot” he replied.

“Ahh- because you seem to glare at him whenever he talks.”

The other counselors let out a laugh of surprise and everyone looked at Taeil expectantly.

“I don’t mean it in a bad way- I didn’t know my face made that expression” he lied, putting on a kind smile.

Everyone laughed and the show ended peacefully when the camera panned out and the theme song played again. Heechul went to Taeil, playfully punching his shoulder and laughing.

You heaved a sigh as the show ended, glad to be done with it.

You walked with Taeil backstage, he was quieter than normal, maybe he was still trying to keep up the act. You followed him to what you assumed was his dressing room. Yuta was still socializing with the other cast members so you had Taeil all to yourself. You closed the door behind you and smiled at him.

“That was fun” you said.

“Sure” he murmured.

Your lips formed into a pout as you inspected his features.

“What’s wrong? Is it because Heechul asked if I was single?”

“It was just because of him in general” he said, sparing you a glance before he sunk into one of the chairs in the room.

“Aigoo~” you cooed, taking a seat on one of Taeil’s knees.

“Don’t be upset, I like you better when you’re happy” you added, pulling his cheeks into a smile with your hands.

“How can I not be upset when some guy kept touching you” he said, looking away.

“It doesn’t matter, you’re the only one who I like to be touched by” you said slyly, cupping his face.

A small smirk found its way onto his face as he moved his idle hands to wrap around your torso. He pulled you onto his lap, gazing at you affectionately.

“Is that so?”

You gave a nod, kissing his cheek.

“Can I touch you?” he asked, his voice quieter as his wandering hands began to get restless.

It’s not like he was actually asking your permission, he was already touching you. You gave a small hum in approval and his lips went to your neck.

“Don’t leave marks” you warned.

He complied and began to undo your blouse, pulling the fabric away from your skin. If he couldn’t mark your neck he was at least going to mark your chest. It seemed necessary to him; he needed to mark what was his. You tried to hide your sounds by biting your bottom lip, hoping Yuta wasn’t planning to come back anytime soon. Your fingers knitted into his hair, pulling him closer as you closed your eyes.

Your eyes sprung open as you heard loud voices pass by the door, remembering where you were.

“Taeil-ah” you whined, trying to get his attention.

“Just a quick one” he murmured, nosing at your collarbone.

His hands moved down to push your skirt up, groaning at the difficulty. You adjusted in his lap, letting him bunch the material at your waist. You tensed in his lap as you heard someone run past the door. His hands settled around you again and he kissed the top of your breast gently before teething at the skin causing you to quietly whine. To your surprise he picked you up, turning around and setting you on the chair.

“Touch yourself” he ordered, going to the door and locking it.

You relaxed in the chair, your fingers sliding down the front of your panties to gently stroke your folds. Taeil felt around his back pockets before narrowing his eyes and pursing his lips.

“I don’t have one” he said, unbuttoning his jeans.

You waved his comment to the side, busy with slipping a finger into your tight heat. You let your head fall to the back of the chair, your elegant neck exposed. Taeil took in the slightly darker spots he had made on your chest as they slowly formed. His jeans were at his ankles and he stepped out of them gingerly, smiling to himself as he palmed himself while watching you.

“Say my name” he coaxed, coming closer to you.

You breathed out his name, imagining it was his slender fingers touching you. When you opened your eyes again his briefs were gone, his erection in hand. Your breath hitched as he stood before you, his eyes lidded. You slowly removed your hand, reaching toward him. He moved between your legs, pulling them to wrap around his waist. He bit his bottom lip in concentration as he moved your panties to the side, pressing the head of his length to your core. He eased in and your hands grappled onto his shoulders. He stilled inside you, letting you adjust. Your slickness easily proved as lube as he tentatively began to move, his motions fluid. His eager pace increased, the sound of skin smacking getting louder. You covered your mouth with your hand, not able to remain silent; your muffled whimpers and cries fueling him. His hold on your thighs got firmer as he groaned to himself. You could hear Heechul’s voice, your eyes widening, your hand falling from your mouth.

“Taeil-” you gasped quietly, hoping he would take notice.

He slowed, leaning flush against you in the chair. His hips rocked into yours as his ragged breath hit your ear.

“Don’t you dare think about him” he grumbled.

Heechul’s laugh and eccentric voice slowly disappeared from your ears, your attention commanded by your boyfriend. He pulled back once he was sure no one would hear and began drilling into you again. Your mouth fell open as you panted his name, begging him to bring you to your climax.

He did just that, your thighs trembling around his hips as you clenched around him. He followed suit shortly after, his firm grip on your weak thighs loosening.

He left you in the chair to rest as he stepped into the bathroom to clean up. The wet fabric of your panties made your squirm in the chair as you tried to regain your breath.

You nearly jumped out of the chair when you heard the door handle jingle.

“Why’s it locked?” a voice called.

Yuta… Taeil quickly came from the bathroom, grabbing his pants from the floor and sliding them on. His eyes frantically told you to go to the bathroom. You got up quickly, slipping into the bathroom and locking the door.

“What took you so long?” Taeil asked as he opened the door to let Yuta in.

Double Trouble

Pairing: Jim x Child!Reader

Word Count: 1585

Warnings: Fluff, a really bad pun. I don’t think there’s even a swear in this one. 

A/N: Part 2 of Seeing Double!! I hadn’t intended for this to become a series, and yet here we are. There’s definitely going to be at least a part 3, but we’ll see how long that gets and maybe there’ll be a part 4. It’ll be awhile either way, because it’s the end of the semester and school is slowly killing me. 

The day started like any other for Aydenna: coffee in the morning while she skimmed the news and ate breakfast. Then she took a shuttle up to the academy where she prepped for a full day of classes. Unfortunately for her, everyone on the Command track had a strong personality, which meant a lot of disruptions and discussions, but she wouldn’t change it for a thing. She and Roger finally smoothed things out, and it even seemed like he was warming up to Y/N by now. At least, Aydenna hoped, based on the note she found on your pillow that morning. Hi Mommy. I went to work with Daddy today on a big ship!! I love you!! Aydenna smiled as she walked towards the ship dock, hoping to catch you and Roger by surprise at lunch.

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Returning Lost Notebooks

Anon said:  for the melchritz prompt thing. maybe a wrong number au or accidental meetings

IDK if this counts as “Accidental meeting” But DAMN i luv this AU and for some reason i haven’t seen it done before??????

Words: 1532

No one ever really returned lost notebooks, did they? People always wrote their name and email and address on their notebook, but Moritz had never witnessed or heard of anyone actually lose their notebook and then get an email or text saying: ‘Hey, I found your book. When can you pick it up?’

That was until Moritz found a dark blue leather bound notebook sitting on the edge of a fountain in the park. It was just beginning to drizzle rain when he was shuffling through to meet Ilse at a cafe and catch up over lunch. And that’s when he spotted the notebook on the edge of the stone mountain, spewing water out of a cherub’s mouth.

It was already damp, but the pages weren’t destroyed yet and he felt the need to save it before it became a mess of runny ink and ruined pages. He grabbed it quickly, flipping through the pages to see that there slightly smudged pen-writing on most of the pages. He didn’t want to go through it, so he simply skipped to the front to see the same smudged writing on the inside cover.

‘M. Gabor, 3548 Edington Alley APT 2’

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{synopsis} bucky couldn’t help it, he had a soft spot for you. he didn’t care how long he had been planning to go out with steve, if you had fallen asleep in his arms, he wouldn’t wake you for all the money in the world. steve’s a bit jealous, so he goes to natasha and peter for some help.

{warnings} a gross amount of heart-felt shit, terrible late-at-night writing, fluff, low-key angst? idk lol

{pairing} bucky x steve (platonic)

{word count} 924

{requested by} @bucky-senpai xx

{permanent tag list} @kellieabro @melconnor2007 @damneronpoe @buckys-perfect-storm @hardcollectiontrashworld @hotbootybebe @swimminginsalvator @miss-rxchael

   A/N - i honestly hate sentimentality with all of my being, i know that sounds blunt and shit but ugh… i loved writing this cause it’s cute as fuck but i’m disappointed with how steve and bucky’s conversation came out… again, i hate heart-felt shit, kill me lol. i mean, i’m good with advice giving (i’m going to school to become a psychologist, i should be) and i have no trouble comforting people and shit, but stuff like this makes me cringe. but hey, here ya’ll go. 

   Steve’s face dropped as he looked at the illuminated screen of his mobile; Bucky had cancelled, again. Steve adored you, you were a kindhearted, sweet girl who was an incredible addition to the team, but he found it endlessly annoying how Bucky always put your relationship first. He rarely ever got to hang out with his best friend, alone. So, he decided to go to Natasha for some help. Natasha was the most un-biased person he had ever met, and she was extremely blunt, so he hoped her over-seeing eye on the situation would help him come to a conclusion.

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anonymous asked:

Save me! I just lied to my friend's mum saying that she's staying at my house for the weekend but in reality she's at a different person's house! I don't know why I did it! I'm dying of anxiety right now! - your friendly neighbourhood idiot



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anonymous asked:

A scenario for having a lil mini version of Tae / V (in other words, having a child with him) ??

sorry this took so long i work six days a week rn and have school stuff three hours a day im swamped ahh i hope you like tho i will make a part two and maybe three to this later so! stay tuned!!

Originally posted by taekookie-bts

  • hello this is a request and it’s super duper cute
  • like seriously this is the cutest thing in the entire world I hope I can convey all the cuteness !!
  • like usual I’m gonna start with the build up
  • okay so I personally consider taehyung to be a very traditional kid and even though I’m sure he would be all for having fun while dating, if he ever wanted to consider kids he would want the two of you to be married first
  • like he definitely definitely definitely would want kids and I think he wouldn’t want to wait very long to have them but he would want to make sure you two were married
  • he’s just very traditional and in Korea still I’m p sure, most people get married then have kids
  • that’s also what his parents and family would expect, and he definitely wouldn’t want to upset them in any sort of way
  • once the two of you were married though he would be like alright time for babies
  • I mean if you weren’t ready he wouldn’t push you at all he’s very respectful and considerate
  • but he definitely loves children with all of his heart and he wouldn’t want to wait for very long to have his own mini tae running around the house
  • and so he would totally be about bugging you every day
  • I know in that one interview he said he wanted five if he had the time // was good at it (whatever that means???)
  • and that obviously means you would have to start kinda early?
  • I could see him settling down and getting married while Bangtan was still active
  • definitely less active and when they’re all somewhat older but still
  • to be very honest with you if you were totally okay with it, I think baby number one would end up being a honeymoon baby
  • and you guys get back from the honeymoon and you’re not feeling the greatest
  • you’re kind of light headed and dizzy and you feel nauseous
  • and taehyung, God bless his soul, loves you very much but is kind of oblivious to it
  • like he realizes you’re not feeling your best but he rides it off as jet lag
  • and you kinda assume that too?? like we just got back from halfway across the world I’m probably still in vacation time
  • but it doesn’t go away
  • your husband is busy with his promotions cause he was gone for a bit on your honeymoon and so he’s not home very much in the beginning of the pregnancy
  • like in the beginning you lay on the couch and mope and watch psych or something cause you’re really not feeling your best
  • you’re kind of worried that maybe you got sick overseas like maybe there was something in the water??
  • but then you stop and think about it
  • “I’ve puked five times in the last week, I hate orange juice, I’ve been dizzy and frazzled for no reason”
  • and you just blink and peek down at your belly “oh shIT”
  • even though at this point in the game you’re not showing it’s way too early for that
  • and so you’re off running best you can to the pharmacy place and you just slam the pregnancy test down on the counter
  • and the lady just gives you a small smile and she rings you up and she kinda whispers “good luck”
  • and you smile and thank her and you’re running back to check this bad boy out
  • and obviously it comes back positive and you’re just !!!
  • and you know Tae is gonna be more like !!!!!!!!
  • and you really want to make it special for him, you want to make the whole reveal something really memorable
  • you know this is like his biggest dream in the entire world, to be a father
  • and so you begin to plan
  • but every idea you come up isn’t good enough for him??
  • “okay but a cake is the stupidest idea in the world why would I even do that”
  • “puns? really? that’s the best you can do?!”
  • and you’re so busy stressing and planning that you end up crashing on the kitchen table
  • meanwhile taehyung is panicking
  • he was at practice the entire day and he knows you haven’t been feeling the best
  • but whenever he would text you, he would get no reply
  • and he started to call you during his breaks and you wouldn’t pick up then and he was stressed to no extreme
  • he thought maybe you were mad at something?
  • or maybe you had passed out from being so sick and he feels awful that he didn’t pay more attention to your symptoms
  • he asks if he can leave practice early and they let him because they understand this seems like an emergency
  • and he races home and he’s shaking and panicking and he’s calling your name and he opens the door and he sees you right away, snoring at the kitchen table
  • and he sprints over to you and he just shakes you and when you’re somewhat awake he pulls you into a giant bear hug
  • but then he looks down
  • just a little bit
  • just enough to see where you’ve scrawled out all your ideas on how to tell taehyung about your pregnancy
  • and you’re still groggy and half-asleep so you don’t really pay much mind when he picks the notebook up and starts to read from it
  • and his eyes get wide as saucers and he kinda stares down at you??
  • “jagiya…?”
  • and you kinda freeze cause you did not want him to find out like this
  • this was supposed to be the most special surprise of his life and you made it so dull and unimportant?
  • but he squeezes you half to death and he’s squealing and screaming and he’s kissing you all over and he actually picks you up and spins you around
  • and he’s laughing and smiling and he’s tearing up as well and he’s so excited???
  • and he immediately leans down on puts his hands on your nonexistent baby bump and there are tears streaming down his face and they’re happy tears of course
  • and he kisses your belly and he’s whispering
  • “hi baby… I’m your dad!! and you’re my little baby! I can’t wait to hold you and kiss your face all over”
  • throughout the pregnancy he is constantly talking to your stomach
  • every single morning before he gets ready for work he kisses your belly and says hello to the baby
  • “hello mini me how’s it going in there is it comfy are you feeling good?? is it warm enough let me get you a blanket!!”
  • okay let’s talk about the first kick though cause that’s important right??
  • I think it’ll be like you’re watching anime cause he’s trying to expose his child to as many languages as possible from the get go (or that’s what he says anyway)
  • and his hand is just casually on your baby bump like it always is and he’s rubbing like circles there cause that’s cute right?
  • and then the baby kicks boom boom
  • and taehyung is ??? what was that did you move babe??
  • and you just !! taehyung no that was the baby that was the baby !!!
  • and you both start squealing and the baby kicks again and both of you start screaming louder
  • and taehyung is like we need to record this moMENT
  • and he hugs your belly and rubs his face against your shirt so he can get closer to his little baby and he’s like “oh my god jagiya they’re kicking again I can feel the baby kicks right against my cheek”
  • I think taehyung wouldn’t want to find out the gender of his kid but then he wouldn’t be able to handle the suspense at all like he would be such an excitable puppy and he would be like okay we’re finding out let’s gO
  • and you ask the nurse to just tell you so you can make the gender reveal more creative than the actual pregnancy reveal
  • the first time he sees the baby though, like on the ultrasound, he breaks down in tears and he squeezes your hand
  • “jagi, look, look at their little hands! oh my god look at their little feet, the little belly oh my god I’m in love…”
  • and he takes the pictures down to the studio and he hangs them up everywhere for all the other boys to see and yoongi mentions the “alien pics” and taehyung literally whoops his ass
  • anyway gender reveal party !!
  • this is basic (idk a lot cause not thinking about kids rn!!) but you would do the balloon thing! and have everyone over and they have to wear the colors of the gender they think it’s going to be
  • and taehyung is decked out in all blue and so are you honestly the two of you have matching blue on
  • namjoon is wearing blue as well, same with jeongguk and jimin
  • hoseok and yoongi have pink on
  • but seokjin is no place to be found??? like he’s nearly thirty minutes late??
  • but then he shows up at the door in a pink shirt and pink jeans and pink sunglasses with a pink boa and a pink fairy wand too
  • “hello the fairy godmother for this baby has arrived”
  • out of the group I see taehyung having kids first so all the boys are really into this entire thing cause uncles!!!
  • and you guys have lots of cake and cookies and it’s a lot of fun and you have his parents skype calling you for most of the day so they can be part of it!! and his grandparents are on the screen too and they’re all tearing up and sniffling cause their baby is having a baby!!
  • and then it’s finally time and you have this huge huge box and your parent(s) or whoever did the balloons for you so now all you have to do is open it
  • and you count down
  • three
  • two
  • one
  • and flying out come these large blue balloons
  • you and taehyung hold each other and kiss all gushy while jin cries and slams his sunglasses to the ground
  • after that you two now know what clothes to buy and stuff like that!!
  • you end painting the nursery yellow cause baby number two could be a boy !!
  • but he gets so excited about the baby clothes and he has some cute hats for her and lots of pretty dresses and baby shoes for her oh my god !!
  • and his parents ship him the family bassinet all the way from Korea so his little girl can use it too
  • he cries when it comes in the mail and you guys set it up in your room and !!
  • the month the baby is due taehyung is like “sorry you guys aren’t getting me to come into work, my wife could have this child any day now and I’m going to be there for her the moment everything starts happening”
  • I think the first Kim baby would end up being a little early
  • like taehyung insists it’s because the baby can’t wait to finally meet him
  • not like anything unhealthy like not premature baby but the due date ends up being like December 16 and the baby comes like December 9
  • you guys would be sitting at home and tae almost has you bubble wrapped in bubble paper so you don’t hurt yourself
  • and it’s nothing extreme but you don’t expect it
  • taehyung is not okay though like you tell him your water breaks and he’s freaking the hell out he’s running around and trying to find the bag and trying to help you up but he’s wearing himself thin
  • and you kinda push yourself up and give him a look “car now before you die”
  • his hand is on your tummy the entire car ride and he almost gets pulled over for speeding but hello this is his chiLD
  • he stays in the room the entire time there’s no way he’s leaving you
  • during the actual birth he’s calmed a lot more than you thought he would be and he’s holding your hand and sometimes he’ll sing your fave song and sometimes he’ll talk about your favorite memories together to help distract you
  • he’s really supportive and calming and he’s so good at distracting you
  • and then the lil baby finally comes!!
  • and they wash him off and he’s so tiny and taehyung actually sobs it’s not tears or sniffling he sobs as he stares down at his son
  • he gets a little uneasy when the nurse takes him away for the checkup part like he wants his baby in his arms
  • and he kisses you over and over and tells you how proud and happy he is
  • and you get to hold the baby obviously and you guys confirm the name
  • and all the boys are in the waiting room and they all flip when they see the tiny baby boy and they’re so in love from first look !!
  • taehyung would be the best dad out there honestly he would be so wonderful
  • like little man is sobbing one night? he gets up every single time to go calm him down so you can get some rest
  • he loves to sit in the rocking chair and sing lullabies to the baby boy
  • as the baby grows he has Tae’s eyes and nose, but your smile and ears, and a mix of your hair (dark hair is dominant though so his hair would probably be dark right??)
  • and the baby is really giggly like this baby is always laughing and Tae loves to make your son laugh he’s always pulling faces or singing really high pitched !!!
  • he loves to sit down and watch like baby Einstein with the kid like all these educational videos so the baby can learn
  • he loves holding him like if baby falls asleep in Tae’s arm well he’s not putting him in the crib he’s keeping the baby in his arms
  • he loves feeding his baby too like once the kid can eat baby food he likes does the whole airplane thing like open way for the airplane vrooOOOOM
  • he loves shopping for little man and he wants to have somewhat matching family clothes
  • the first word baby says is “appa” or some variant of it and taehyung cries at that and he calls all the boys even though it’s like early in the morning !!!
  • the first steps are a lot later at first taehyung panics cause why isn’t our child walking yet?!?
  • but it’s like you’re sitting there all chill and happy and taehyung has ice cream and he’s eating out of the tub and baby boy is playing with his stuffie on the floor and he takes one look at the ice cream and he pushes himself up and starts waddling over
  • taehyung ends up crying again at this one
  • he has pictures of the kid all up in the studio, even on yoongi’s laptop like pictures are there every time you turn your head
  • he loves going on walks with the two of you down to the park and little baby is in the stroller and he’s singing and pointing out things to the little kid “hey mini me, that’s a butterfly, see butterfly!!”
  • he likes to keep the kid on his chest and read to him with all these funny voices and kiss his nose all the time and be cute !!
  • baby has a lot of daddy’s boy onesies and stuff like that
  • you are always video chatting his parents and showing off your baby
  • and always playing together
  • and I’m gonna continue this post okay like part two cause this is very long

I’m going to shorten a longer conversation that I bet most of you are dealing with a friend who is suffering from Childhood Sexual Abuse on a collision course of bad behavior.

It’s completely normal for her to vacillate from side to side. 

If your just drowning in the water, completely unaware of the swells & rip tides, we see that common back-n-forth battered woman pattern.  “I Love You, I Hate You, Don’t Leave Me.”

Then re-enforced with malicious repetition of “chasing the carrot for love” & you have deeply entrenched traumatic bonding. 

There is nothing you can do to FIX TRAUMATIC BONDING over night let alone over a year. 

The goal isn’t a complete stop, it more like getting the tidal waves to calm down to 3 foot swells and then try to achieve ripples and then she is healed.

Traumatic bonding happens because the parent figure used love as a treat for good behavior. However the behavior was you always make yourself emotionally & sexually available and then I call you a whore. 

So she believes, has been taught, to keep trying with him so that she can eventually win her Daddy’s love.

She wants to be loved.

and she’ll forgive at any cost

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i'm here (miniminter)

warnings: mentions of anxiety and claustrophobia

from: slimon
yo, you busy??

to: slimon
don’t think so..why do you ask??

from: slimon
well it’s this girl’s birthday and i figured, your a girl, you can help me pick her present

from: slimon
so what do you say?

to: slimon
by any chance is this girl your mum??

from: slimon

from: slimon
does that mean you’ll help? you know my mum pretty well you’ll know what to buy her, right??

he had a point i did know his mum pretty well. in fact i’ve know his mum my entire life, considering she was at the hospital only hours after i was born. both our mums had met at our older brothers childcare; way, way before me and simon were in the equation. our two mothers hit it off quite well together, along with the rest of our families.

you can only imagine how joyous it was for them both to experience pregnancy at roughly the same time. which meant that simon and i basically didn’t have a choice but to befriend each other the moment i entered this world a few months after he had.

from: slimon
please? 🙏

to: slimon
what’s in it for me?

from: slimon
the thought of knowing you a) helped pick my mother a delightful present and b) saved my ass - her birthday is in 2 days

to: slimon
idk i might be kinda busy later..

from: slimon
fine i’ll buy you a nando’s, you happy now??

to: slimon
i’ll see you downstairs in 20

well that put my day upside down i thought as i set aside my harry potter marathon for later.

i’m happy to help simon because even though i teased him about being busy, i really didn’t have any plans for the day. but i just wished that boy wouldn’t leave things until the last minute.

i laugh to myself shaking my head at how appreciative carol would be of her youngest child leaving her birthday shopping until only days before.

minutes after making myself look presentable i receive a text.

from: slimon
i’m here

i head down the elevator and spot his red range rover parked across the street, not that it was difficult to find.

“hey si” i say jumping in the passenger side of his car and leaning over to kiss his cheek.

it’s not like we were dating or anything, everything between myself and the boy sat beside me has always been strictly platonic. that’s not to say that i hadn’t had the slightest of crushes on him growing up. or even to say that as confused teenagers we didn’t experiment a little with our first kisses. but we both had dated plenty of people since and agreed that it was weird.

“i owe you one y/n, thank you for helping me out today” he said intertwining our fingers together to express his gratitude while he was currently driving. well this isn’t something simon and i had done before, and i didn’t know whether to be concerned at the fact neither of us were moving our hands back to our sides.

“yes, i believe you do si. in the form of a nandos or so i’m told” i giggle at him as he drives us towards westfields.


“i don’t know simon, this isn’t exactly something your mum would use” i comment on the object he holds in his hands. his shoulders slump in defeat showing he was well and truely over this shopping trip.

we haven’t found a single thing his mum would like and it had been over an hour since we arrived. it was fair to say we both could use a break from the ordeal.

“so what do you say we go for that nando’s now, yeah?” simon asks walking back to place the household item on its shelf.

i follow behind the boy like a lost puppy as we make our way to the food court. being out in the open rather than tucked away in little shops meant that simon received a lot more attention from strangers.

i certainly didn’t mind that he was being constantly stopped by fans as it was his life after all, and it was him who wanted to go shopping. so i just stood aside and let him do his thing.

he was happily taking a number of picture with some people when it was as if all the little fan girls and boys had called their other fan girls and boys to inform them of simon’s current location. as people came flooding in towards the lanky boy i found myself wound up right in the middle of them all.

there was no possible escape, making me feel instantly claustrophobic. claustrophobia was a weakness of mine and when i got claustrophobic it meant i also got extremely anxious.

“y/n?” i heard simon yell out just like he would when playing fifa.

“excuse me everyone i need to find my friend y/n” he urged but barely anyone budged. including the people around me. as i pushed people out of my way i felt tears well up in my eyes, but i refused to let them fall as i nearly had my way out.

no sooner than a couple of seconds, i had removed myself from the growing group of people and on the outside of it all. simon’s eyes caught with mine as he noticed i was safe while relief washed over his worried state.

“y/n” he breathed out, as he miraculously made his way over to me with the pack of people following shortly behind. “i think that’s enough shopping for one day, c'mon let’s get you out of here” he said wrapping a protective arm over my shoulder and leading us to an elevator away from his fan base.

“what about your mum?” i asked with a small voice.

“that’s what amazon prime is for” he chuckled lightly “my main concern at this point is you, are you okay y/n?” placing a soft kiss to my forehead. i nodded not willing to say much in return.

the two of us filed into the car park elevator just at the point when this day couldn’t get worse.

simon reluctantly pulled his arm away from me so that he was able to hit the floor number that would get to his car.

did i speak too soon when i said this day couldn’t get any worse? most definitely.

the elevator came to a sudden holt as the power inside the small lift vanished.

i looked at simon with wide eyes as the realisation of the abrupt stop sinks in with the both of us.

already on edge from the fan experience i feel my claustrophobia and anxiety rise as quick as the tears that pool in my eyes.

feeling slightly light headed i slide down the elevator wall to the ground. i pull my knees into my chest as involuntary begin to sob.

i distantly hear simon talking on the phone assumingly to the number put down in case of an emergency. although i can’t be too certain as the hot tears running down my face cloud my vision while fear and anxiousness cloud my thoughts.

“y/n? it’s okay, you’re okay.” I don’t respond unable to comprehend what’s happening around me during my panicked state.

i feel myself being moved into simon’s lap. i can’t admit that this is the first time simon has witness a panic attack of mine.

“y/n it’s okay. i’m here, it’s me simon. i’m right here”

it’s somewhat upsetting, but also comforting that simon knows exactly how to react in this situation. i feel him gently pull my face into the crook of his neck and he relaxes me by stroking my hair.

“shhh, i’m here for you. it’s okay”

although tears continue to stream out of my eyes, i slowly feel myself calm down a little.

“i’m here” he moves a strand of hair out of my face and tucks it behind my ear “simon’s here and I promise we’re going to be okay. i called the maintenance number and they said they will have us out in no time. they think the elevator just stopped between the floors and it’ll be an easy fix.”

i feel myself begin to relax and i lightly pull my head away from simon’s chest so that i am able to look at him in the eyes. i continue to stay quiet as we both look at one another, a hiccup presenting itself every now and then . “see y/n, it’s all going to be okay” his voice wasn’t condescending instead it was rather soothing.

“i’m sorry simon” i say smally, looking away from him in embarrassment as i attempt to move out of his lap.

his tight grip on me doesn’t budge as he refuses to let me go. “y/n look at me.” hesitantly, i obliged and am met with his sad blue orbs. “please don’t ever apologise for your anxiety, not to me or to anyone else..” he stops briefly to run his hands through his disheveled hair before looking back at me. “i’m just glad it was me with you” he adds sweetly.

neither me nor simon utter a word as we sit in silence for a couple of minutes.

“i really hope i don’t make things worse right now” he randomly comments confusing me.

he gently moves his hands from my sides and brings them up to cup my face as he intently reads my facial expression for any exisiting signs of fear or anxiety. concluding that i am now much more calm then i was even when stepping into the elevator he begins to lean in.

even in the state that i’m in i easily comprehend what simon is about to do as my eyes flutter shut. i feel his warm lips press against mine while his thumb gently caresses my face. the goofy kid who coincidentally was my very first kiss was now very gently kissing me once again.

he was so cautious with his actions as if i was so fragile i could break with any sudden movements. somehow even a kiss so delicate and sweet as this sets a cage of butterflies off inside. making me question whether my actions and relationship towards simon has always been completely platonic from either side.

i feel myself completely at ease as we both pull away.

“do you think that maybe i could stay in your spare room? i don’t think i could handle the elevator on my own back at my apartment block” i ask simon nervously, partly due to what just happened.

“you really think i’m going to leave you on your own after what you’ve been through today?” and as his smile lights his face i feel us begin to move again. and i know with simon by my side, all will be okay.

the-lavender-pearl  asked:

Omfg tell me more about the kidnapping story

ALriGHty then FriEnd. Here we go. So I live in California generally by San Francisco, but this summer I flew to Montana (If you’re not from the US, it’s about 2000 miles away, right below Canada) by myself to spend 6 weeks with my extended family that I rarely get to see. So It was like August 1st or whatever, it was a tuesday. And let me clarify, Montana is like the 3rd biggest state or some shit but it is literally Cowboy™Hell™. Their capital city Helena (where we were might I add) only has a population of  31,169. Now, I cant speak for all of y’all reading this, but that is small as fuck. I’m not gonna tell you where I live, but the population of my SMALL city is  84,950. AND MY CITY IS TINY. Like binch get some people. Anyways,,, so I was staying with my cousin Mackenzie and we told her literal trash piece of a mom that we were going to stay the night at her friend Olivia’s house. So we went to Olivia’s and did our makeup and fucked around and decided we wanted to go out. So where do you go when you’re in  Cowboy™Hell™ with population of 31,169? Walmart. So at this point when we are done fucking around and gettin ready and shit, its like 10pm. No matter where you are in the world, all Walmarts are the same. e v e r y w h e r e. When you step into a Walmart you get that feeling and it’s what keeps the world together. So when we go to Walmart, we literally fuck around there for like an hour, and we get some Rockstar energy drinks bc what’s more suspicious than 3 teenagers,, one with bright ass dyed red hair (me,,),,, buying a bottle of chemicals to consume at 11pm,, :)) So let me clarify, there is a “city”-wide curfew from 11pm to 5:30am,, and my cousins terrible excuse of a mom doesnt know we are out. So we leave walmart and we just chill in Mackenzie’s (cousin) car deciding wtf we should do. And then we remember, we know someone with a cute ass dog. This dog is literally the cutest dog anyone has ever seen, not even exaggerating. She is like a 6 week old Australian shepherd mix and she looks like the physical embodiment of if Trump got impeached (the literal best thing in the world). So this chick who owns this dog let’s us come meet her so we can like pet sit the dog for the night. So obviously, we go get this dog,, i mean,,,,, who wouldn’t want to be with the cutest dog  e v e r. So we go get this dog and we were just chillin and talking to the girl for a while so now its like 12am. So now there’s just 3 suspicious looking teenagers with literally nothing to do in  Cowboy™Hell™. And now we have a dog. So let me tell you about Olivia real quick. She has been living off energy drinks for the last 3 years, she’s not the BIGGEST fan of the dog (for some reason..), and her life goal is to go take pictures on all of the statues in  Cowboy™Hell™ with a population of 31,169. And thats what we go to do. We drive downtown and take this cute ass puppy who is no bigger than a football and we start walking around downtown. Now,, as much as I love this dog, I said we probably shouldn’t take it because she can’t walk for that long,, but no,, Kenzie wanted to take her,, So we did. So we walk around with this cute ass dog downtown at like 1am with no one else there and no form of protection,, i know,,,,, smart. In Cowboy™Hell™, there’s a large statue of a propeller on top of a small hill in like the middle of downtown. So we all start walking up this hill so Olivia can achieve her life goal,, well the dog was getting tired or something because it kept like stopping on it’s way up. So Olivia and I went up the hill to the propeller while Kenzie stayed with the dog and tried to get it to come. About 2 minutes after we went up the hill,, Kenzie came running up to the top holding the dog and saying “dude there’s a guy coming up the hill”,, none of us actually thought this was fucking terrifying bc there’s just some random ass guy at 1am,,, but we are all antisocial fucks so obviously talking to him was what we were worried about. But just as Kenzie told us, we saw the guy which freaked tf out of her because she said he would have had to RUN,,,, to be that close to us that soon. So you know when you’re chasing your sibling and theres one of you on each side of the table or the couch or whatever? yeah,,,, that’s what we did with this guy,.. We attempted to ‘hide’ behind the propeller (it was literally the most pathetic thing i’ve ever done, we were all laughing and joking like “oh fucc he’s probably a murderer lmao” (as we needed to be fucking quiet) and as he walked by he said something but none of us know what he said. it was really short but idk. So he went into this tunnel that’s filled with graffiti that’s literally right behind the propeller statue and then we actually had some logic and were like o shit we should probably go,,,,,, so we all like ran down the other side of this hill,, and let me remind you,, we are still holding this goddamn dog,, that i said we shouldn’t take.. We were all laughing like omg we are gonna get raped lmfao (which we shouldnt joke about but some creepy ass dude just walked by us at 1:30 am like tf). So we were just chillin and then we notice, this guy started walking down the hill. Towards us. Now we are actually creeped the fuck out and we starting to think like oh shit is this guy actually following us,, so we start walking away, making sure to keep looking at him to see if hes still following us. Okay, sidenote; I currently have a balloon tied to my wrist (i found it while climbing statues earlier), I am holding a book that we also found, Olivia is holding the dog because the puppy can’t run with us, and Kenzie is holding a book and Olivia’s energy drink. It’s 1:30 am in the middle of  Cowboy™Hell™ population 31,169 and some guy is now following us. But we wanted to make sure he was following us, so we went around a building and he also went around us, confirming that he is indeed,, a complete psychopath. So we run around the building to the other side and we check to see if he’s still there. Also,, this  e n t i r e  time, we only ever saw him walk. He never ran. Which lowkey made it even MORE fucking terrifying. So me, having common sense, think O SHIT, THERE’S SOME RANDOM ASS GUY FOLLOWING US IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT,, WE SHOULD PROBABLY CALL THE COPS,,,,, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,,,,,,,,, nah.. that idea was shut down immediately when Olivia brought up, the curfew. Hmmmmm,,,,, face parents or get raped/murdered????,,,,, obviously the latter. So now it’s probably 2am. At this point, we start to worry a bit, and by ‘worry a bit i mean start freaking the fuck out. Like, we could legitimately die depending on what this guy’s intentions were. Without Kenzie or I even noticing, Olivia picks up a rock in case she needs a weapon,,, like a rock would protect against a gun or knife or some shitt,,, but its okay. And while all of this is happening,,,,,,,,,, we are still holding this cute ass dog. So we decided we need to GO. But the guy is between us and the car. So we run across the street and hide in this little area in the trees. He sees us and starts walking down the MIDDLe of the street.  Creepy as FUCK. So we start running,, with my balloon, two books, an energy drink and a puppy. We ran to this old walking street thing that goes uphill, and they have a bunch of historical buildings or something. We can see the first building has like a back yard so we hop the stone fence and hide back there. I put my balloon on the doorknob to the building so that it wouldn’t fly away, and the guy couldn’t see where we were (ik,, smart af). We set the dog down and take a few moments to chill and breathe and think about what we are gonna do. This building is right on the street and right across from a park, so olivia tries to go look and see if the guy is still there, and she accidentally hit a huge metal thing which made the LOUDEST sound ever. So take a moment to ask yourself, what the fuck would you do if some creepy ass dude was following you at 2am in the middle of a “city” that you dont live in? Well shitt just die apparently. So we started talking and we were like fuck, we need to get the hell out of here, now. At this point, our car is like .7 miles away and we are all lazy ass motherfuckers who don’t run,, e v e r. But I guess it’s our only option. So we have to run this, while carrying two books, an energy drink, and a dog. You might ask you might ask yourself, why still carry the books and energy drink?? Are they really that important??? Yes. We sneak out onto the street to see if he’s even still there, and then we see this dicknugget stand up. He was sitting in the park, waiting for us. And then we started running. Now, running back to our car was a whole other adventure just by itself. We are running slightly downhill, which makes us go faster. We don’t even bother looking to see this guy because  nyoom nyoom gotta go fast  – We start sprinting down this road,, and then we hear a car coming. It’s gotta be going like 60 mph down this goddamn road at 2am and they see 3 teenage girls sprinting. Just a normal day in  Cowboy™Hell™ apparently because if you see three people running as fast as they can down a road in the middle of the night, you might stop to see if they’re okay? nahhhh. guess nott. Not to mention, Olivia and I almost got ran over by this goddamn car because we are running in the middle of the street. Meanwhile, we still have 2 books, an energy drink, and a puppy (who at this point is probably traumatized just like the rest of us).. So we just keep running for what seemed like forever (it was probably like 2 minutes), and then,, I drop my book. And me,, being the dumbass that I am,,, i stop to pick it up. Don’t ask me why I risked my life to pick up a book that we randomly found,, a book that i dont need,, a book that later we found out to be erotica,, because i do. not. know. Ya know, I always had this mental picture that if, for some reason, I had to run for my life, my body would trade in my out-of-shape, asthma-stricken lungs for super-lungs from the adrenaline or something– BOI WAS I WRONG. My lungs felt like they were on fire. Like actually burning. So what do I do? I’m literally being chased by a murderer but I really dont wan’t to run.. Well fuck, guess i’ll just die. I start walking because FUCK IT, my out of shape ass needs to chill. Then Kenzie see’s that I am walking she was like THANK GOD i’m tired too. Meanwhile Olivia is way ahead of us, and she looks back to see us,,, and we are walking, and she was like “what the fuCk are you DoiNG ??”. So kenzie and I work up the strength to start running again; and then we see it,,, our car. We unlock the car and just sit. All of us out of breath, scared shitless, apparently Olivia still had her rock, and my first thought after this was all done? I want my balloon. While all these events were occurring, Kenzie was texting her friend what was happening. We went and picked up Kenzie’s friend and his friend who was staying with him. Now it’s like 3am. We almost just got murdered/raped/kidnapped/whatever, the cute ass dog is sleeping in the car, and now we have two guys with us. weLL HEy, I haVe A gREat iDeA; LET’s GO GET MY BALLOON. So we drove the car for another 20 minutes and went back to the same place we almost died; I know, smart. Just a quick reminder that Cowboy™Hell™’s “city”-wide curfew is 11pm… and its 3am,,,. So we park in the same exact spot we were parked 2 hours earlier when we were being stalked by some creepy motherfucker and we got out. We showed the guys what happened place by place, we got my balloon, and then we were just chillin on the street. We saw some car down the street driving towards us and Kenzie made some tdumbass joke like “lmao watch that be the sheriff”, Well GUESS WHO THE FUCK IT WAS??? YOU GuESseD rIGhT mY FrIENd. the sheriff. Quick reminder: curfew. If that sheriff stops, not only do we look fuckin suspicious af just chillin in the middle of downtown on a tuesday at 3am, they will call our parents. And we cant have that.. So what do you do when you’re in  Cowboy™Hell™ and can’t get caught by the cops? Run. We all get off our asses and book it, and hide in some bushes for about 10 minutes until the coast was clear,, well we thot anyways,,,, we were walking down the street and he came around again and guess what? We all run for like 20 minutes back to our damn car and drive. BYE BITCH. None of our parents know we are out, so where tf do we go now? Can’t go home. My home is 2000 miles away. Well what perfect place to be in  Cowboy™Hell™ then the CHURCH. We legitimately spent a good 3 hours in the church parking lot because where else we gonna go? back to Walmart? Probably,,, then its about 7am and we drove to some park. Welllllll,, since its  Cowboy™Hell™ with a population of 31,169, EVERYONE FUCKING KNOWS EACH OTHER. My cousin’s neighbor came jogging by at 7 in the goddamn morning (who does that, get a life, sleep in, just stahp,,) and recognizes our car and guess what happens now? He calls our parents :))))))) Thanks for being a snitching ass little bitch,, because then my cousin’s mom drives up and says heyyyyyy, get your asses home :)) Well guess where we didn’t go? home. Guess where we went instead? Of all the places in  Cowboy™Hell™ with a population of 31,169, we went to Walmart

Speak Your Language Day

A/N: So I saw that it was speak your language day this week and this little idea popped into my head idk, i didn’t end up being what i wanted i to but here it is anyway@sour–strawberries hope i could make you proud cause lifegoals and stuff

Summary: It’s hard to differentiate between the good at the bad when you don’t understand a single word. (Steve, Natasha, Clint; ticklish!Steve, mention of ticklish!Clint)

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“Он похож на щенка. “ (He looks like a puppy.)
“Yeah, he does.”
More giggling.
Steve lowered his newspaper to glance at the two assassins across the room, leaning against the kitchen counter. Each of them was still dressed in their PJs with a fresh cup of coffee in their hands, their gazes fixed on their captain sitting at the dining table by himself. Mind you, they were trying to talk in hushed voices, and for all Steve knew, they were. However, his heightened hearing let him understand every word they muttered between each other. Well, I say understand… You see, unlike Clint, Steve did not understand Russian. He had picked up a few single words that Natasha has mumbled under her breath over a million times in the time they have known each other, and after asking for a translation finally caught on that they were merely insults.
Clint didn’t speak any Russian. But after living with Natasha for over a decade, it would have been a surprise if he didn’t understand every single word coming out of his best friend’s mouth.

“Morning, Captain.” Clint grinned, raising his cup at him.
Steve rolled his eyes again and disappeared back behind his newspaper.
“Теперь он дуется. ” (Now he’s pouting.)
Clint snorted into his cup.

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How To Melt A Frozen Heart

Summary: (Looking past the shitty title) Dean has freezing cold feet, so Cas does the gentlemanly thing to do and gives his frozen boyfriend a foot rub… Only to discover how devastatingly ticklish he is.


Characters: Dean, Cas


Themes: ticklish!Dean, pure fluff


Word Count: ~3,300



Dean emerged from the bathroom, towel-drying his hair. He yawned fiercely, rubbing his eyes as he wandered into the bedroom, grabbing a pair of thin sweatpants and a white t-shirt, glad to be rid of his many layers of hunting clothing. It had been a long day; the hunt had taken its toll on all three of them. It was a simple salt-and-burn job, but damn that bastard poltergeist had been tricky to find. He was exhausted, and honestly wanted nothing more than to collapse on the couch and snuggle up to Cas for an hour or two… Call him clingy, but nothing brought them great contentedness than laying in each other’s warm embrace. Angel cuddles were some of the best in the world, Dean had decided; especially when they came from his Angel.

Walking over to the sofa, a pleased smile graced Dean’s face as he saw his boyfriend sat there with his legs curled up next to him, also having dishevelled his daywear for a pair of sweats and one of Dean’s old Metallica shirts.

Dean sauntered around to the front of the furniture, plopping himself next to Cas. The Angel instinctively shuffled closer to Dean, reaching to put an arm around his shoulder but finding he was just out of reach. Cas saw this as his excuse to pull Dean to half-sit in his lap, his lower legs resting on the seat next to Cas as the Angel looped an arm around his waist.

Smiling, Cas rested his cheek against Dean’s shoulder, looking to his human with sparkling eyes.

“Hey,” He said, pressing a chaste kiss to Dean’s lips, making the latter smile and snuggle up into Cas’ chest. His head rested in the crook of Cas’ neck as they faced the TV, watching whatever crappy show had just come onto the screen.

“Tough day…” Dean mumbled, closing his eyes and sighed through his nose.

“I agree,” Cas said, running a hand through Dean’s damp hair, using a dash of his Grace to dry it as his fingers combed through the dirty-blond locks. This sent shivers down the hunter’s spine. “You did very well, though. Poltergeists can be quite the pain.”

Dean just made sleepy noises in response, nuzzling into the Angel’s touch. Cas smiled warmly at the gesture, bringing his hair away when Dean’s hair was dried. However, he noticed that even when he stopped combing through his hair, something that he had enjoyed very much according to the body language he had exhibited, Dean still shivered. Cas frowned.

“Dean? What is wrong?” Cas asked, prompting Dean to open his eyes confusedly.

“Mm, what? Nothing…” He said, cuddling even closer to Cas.

“You are shivering… Are you ill?” Cas asked, resting a hand against Dean’s temple to check his temperature.

“N-No, I’m not sick,” Dean said. “Just a little c-cold, I guess…”

Cas picked up Dean’s hands and winced. He was right, they felt like blocks of ice. Rubbing his thumbs over the backs of Dean’s hands in an attempt to warm them, Cas pulled Dean closer to himself, blowing a gentle stream of warm air onto his frozen fingers. Dean watched, smiling sleepily as Cas held his hands tight.

“You are always freezing cold,” Cas said, sounding almost a little bit upset.

“Heh- all the more reason for you to cuddle with me, duh…” Dean giggles as he sank further against the Angel’s chest.

Cas smiled at that. “Is that so?” He squeezed his hands. Dean buried his face into Cas’s chest, nodding, making the Angel’s heart flutter.

“You’re rather endearing when you’re sleepy like this, you know?” He poked the tip of his nose and chuckled, resuming the hand-warming. “Are you cold anywhere else?”

“Mm, I don’t know…” Dean said. “I guess my feet are, just a little…” He pulled his knees to his chest and looked up at Cas hopefully.

Cas smiled and re-arranged their cuddling position so that he was able to reach Dean’s feet; Dean was now sat with his back against the armrest, his legs from the thighs downward resting on Cas’ lap, and his feet just next to the Angel’s hands. Cas couldn’t understand why Dean had to wander around all evening in bare feet

“You should invest in a pair of fuzzy socks,” Cas tutted. He smiled and started gently rubbing his human’s feet, holding them and lightly running his palms along the tops to warm them. “They’re highly practical.”

“D-Don’t need ‘em,” Dean said, the grin on his face growing oddly wider. “Fuzzy socks ‘r for wimps…” He held a cushion to his chest, eyes watching Castiel’s hands carefully.

“Says the hunter who’s so cold he’s making an Angel of the Lord give him a foot rub…” Cas half-chuckled at him and started to rub little circles into the balls of Dean’s feet. Applying enough pressure for it to feel like a massage, but not quite enough for it to not feel… Weird.

“Is this helping?” Cas asked innocently as Dean started to pull up the cushion to hide the smile on his face.

“Y-Yeah, it ihihis…” He said, biting his lip to avoid any laughter from slipping out.

Cas smiled sincerely and continued (bless him, he honestly couldn’t tell what he was doing). The concept of massage was new to him. He could understand, fairly, that it was pleasurable to humans when certain parts of the body were touched in a way that relieved tension. He definitely enjoyed the intimacy it brought with it; it was a wholesome and enjoyable experience for both him and Dean to partake in such an activity, Dean especially seemed to enjoy the physical contact. The only problem they had faced at first was just how much pressure Cas had to apply for it to untangle the knots of tight muscle in Dean’s vessel (the first time he had attempted to do it he had managed to wind poor Dean with one well-placed blow to the small of his back that Cas could only assume was helping).

But now he had overcome this hurdle, whenever he gave Dean a massage or foot-rub, the Angel’s touch was (pressured, but) light and delicate… too light and delicate. Dean had to consciously remind himself not to squirm or flinch for the entire time Cas ran his hands all over him… Which didn’t exactly help him relax (but he wouldn’t turn down the offer for anything… And for the fear of seeing those big, innocent blue eyes fill with tears at his rejection).

Dean tried to distract himself; he clamped the cushion to his body and focused all of his attention on the TV. He really wasn’t interested on how Caighley’s ex stole her phone and used it to hack into other people’s bank accounts, but it would suffice to avoid him succumbing to the natural reaction to Cas running his fingers all over his fee-

Mmph!” Dean made a little muffled squeaking noise and noticeably twitched his feet when Cas started to use his fingertips to trace lines up and down his arches. He slid even further down against the sofa, the cushion he had in his iron grip now covering his giant grin as he clamped a hand over his mouth, hoping and praying that, if he just sat still and ignored it, he would not crack. He would not give in to something so childish and silly, he refused to start giggling and reveal his biggest weakness…

Well, he tried…

“C-Cahahahas- nohohoho- you neheheed to stahahahap-!” Dean spluttered, jerking his legs away from his boyfriend’s fingers. Cas jumped, immediately letting go, and turned to his giggling human with a look of deep concern on his face.

“Wh-What’s the matter? Am I hurting you?” He asked, worriedly.

Dean shook his head. “Wha- No! Noho, you, um, well you weren’t hurting me…” He said, biting his lip as he brought his knees to his chest.

“Then why are you… Are you laughing?” Cas asked, tilting his head to the side in a puppy-dog like fashion.

Dean blushed… God, how did you explain tickling to an Angel of the Lord?

“I, um, you…” Dean’s cheeks grew hotter as he tried to force the words out. “… it tickles…” He mumbled.

“Sorry, what was that?” Cas asked, not quite catching what Dean had said.

“It… It…” He sighed. “It tickled, dammit-,” Dean blushed harder and shuffled in his seat, focusing his attention on picking tiny balls of lint from the cushion he gripped, anxiously awaiting the Angel’s response.

Whatever he was expecting… It certainly wasn’t this.

Cas, gently, took one of Dean’s ankles and slowly rested it in his lap again, assuming the position they were in before Dean pulled his feet away. Dean looked up sharply, meeting Cas’ eyes with a confused face.

“C-Cas? What are you…” He trailed off as Cas held his ankle with one hand, and lightly pressed his fingertips against the arch of Dean’s foot, curling them in gently.

Dean jerked at the touch, a snuffed giggle escaping from his parted lips. Him and Cas made eye contact again, and he soon realised that, shit, the Angel had just made him his Guinea Pig for a tickle experiment…

The rosy hue that tinted Dean’s cheeks was a promising sign to Castiel, who’s facial expression softened from his previously confused look to one of happy playfulness… Dean gulped, not liking where this was heading at all…

“D-Dude,” He stammered. “What are y-you doi-ihehehe!” A string of child-like giggles escaped Dean’s lips as Cas swiped a finger just beneath his toes. Dean whined and pulled at his trapped ankle. “O-Okay, I get you’re curious but… P-Please let me go now?”

Cas responded with a smug smirk.

“But Dean, I need to make sure your feet are sufficiently warmed up.”

“Yeah but there’s no need for it to tickle so muhuhuch- AH!” Dean squealed as Cas started to slowly scribble his fingers all over Dean’s feet. It wasn’t like he was extraordinarily ticklis there, but this was enough a notion to throw Dean into a giggly laughing fit, squirming weakly in a wholehearted attempt to allow Cas to just carry on with his little game. Cas noticed, and found it rather sweet. He decided to up it a little.

“Cahahahas, thihihis ihihis m-mehehean-AHA! NOHOHOHO!” Dean shrieked as Cas discovered that one embarrassingly ticklish spot just under his pinky toe. He slid down into the couch, the pillow now forgotten on the floor as he flailed helplessly, tugging on his ankle in a bid to free himself. Cas just giggled at the discovery and pulled Dean’s other kicking foot onto his lap, applying the same torturous, scratching finger to the same spot under his toe. Dean shrieked, rolling onto his side. His tummy fluttered nervously as he realized all attempts at escaping were pretty much hopeless.

“This is very charming, Dean,” Cas smiled. “Hearing you laugh so happily,” He smirked. “It makes me wonder if the rest of your vessel would react in a similar manner…”

Dean squeaked through his giggles, pleads and begging now beginning to bubble up through his laughter. Cas quirked an eyebrow, chuckling as he switched to running his fingers from his heels all the way up to his toes, and back down again. “Resorted to begging? Already? How adorable.”

“Sh-Shihihihit- SHUT Uhuhuhup- Ahahahaha!” Dean cackled, his cheeks flushed red as he both avoided and locked eyes with Cas, whom was smiling warmly (if a little menacingly).

“Hm, I’d say these are satisfactorily warmed up by now,” He tweaked Dean’s big toe and ran his palms flat on the tops of his feet, allowing the hunter to relish the few moments he was allowed to recover before he felt strong hands gripping his ankles. Truth be told, his feet were actually warmer (only from all the tickling they’d been subjected to)… Dean gulped down air, his hair ruffled and sticking in all directions. He pouted at Cas, about to complain, but he could only yip when he felt strong hands gripping his ankles, tugging sharply to bring him towards Cas, who pulled Dean’s torso up onto his lap and grinned down at him.

“Woah- W-Wait, Cahahas,” Dean giggled in anticipation as the Angel loomed over him with a mischievous grin on his face.

“Ah-ah! Shush,” He held a finger up and silenced Dean, using his moment of blurry-mindedness to slip his knee over Dean’s thighs and straddle him quickly. “No interrupting me, I need to make sure that all of your vessel is warmed up for optimum cuddling…” He was quick to set his hands on Dean’s sides whilst he was blushing from the Angel’s little lament, and as he started to complain, Cas began squeezing them with a steady rhythm.

Dean snorted and collapsed into loud, bubbly laughter. He dug his heels into the arm of the sofa parallel to him and twisted in Cas’ surprisingly strong grip, the slow, steady squeezes tickling a lot more than he had imagined.

“I must say, this is a lot of fun,” Cas teased, a huge smile on his own face as he continued to tickle Dean methodically. “I am glad I made this discovery!”

“Y-You’re ahahaha jeheherk!!” Dean cried through his laughter. “Youhuhu b-behehehetter prehehepahahare for revehehehege!”

Cas shook his head fondly, kneading Dean’s sides faster. “The silly things you humans say when you’re cold…” He leaned forward and nuzzled into Dean’s neck, rubbing his scruff along his collarbones and up his neck and finding it produced very sweet and girlish giggles (yes, ladies and gentlemen, Dean Winchester was giggling).

“You giggle like a small fledgling.” Cas spoke into Dean’s neck, a breath chuckle ghosting over the skin and making Dean shiver. By now, he was positively tickled pink, a glowing flush spreading from his face down his neck as he refused to succumb to Cas’ teasing words.

“Ehehehehehe- Sh-Shuhuhuhut ahahahap bihihihitch!” Dean brought his hands to cover his blushing face but couldn’t for the freakin’ Angel laying on top of him! 

“Thihihihis, ehehehehe, ihihihis chihihildish- Ahahahaha nohohohoho!” He began to laugh more jovially as Cas wormed his fingers up under his arms, wiggling them around. The Angel was sure that if he could see Dean’s soul, it would be shimmering and golden with happiness.

“I can’t cuddle with a block of ice, Dean!” Cas grinned as he shoved another finger into each armpit.

“Cahahahaharry ohohohohon,” Dean snorted when Cas hit a sweet spot in his hollows. “C-Cahahaharry ohohohohon lihihihike thihihihis- Ahahahand, ahahahand- I’ll- Shihihihihit CAS!” Dean squealed and jolted as he felt Cas dig all four fingers up into his armpits, wiggling them for all his worth as he lay on his chest to keep him still with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Carry on? Just like this? It would be my pleasure, Dean.” Cas said, all sugary-sweet and holy-faced as he tickled him mercilessly. Dean couldn’t get a full sentence past his lips without dissolving into laughter again, sinking into the couch as his hands flapped uselessly.

“Cahahahahastiel! Cas- Nononono!!” Dean cackled when he felt Cas pressing his fingers into the convenient little collection of giggle-buttons just below his pits. “Ahahahaha- Stoppitstoppitstoppihihihihihit!!” He bucked up, pushing and hitting at the Angel’s back to try and throw him off but none of it had any effect at all.

Cas, who was having the time of his life, finally took pity on his poor, tortured human, and pulled away for a minute. He pushed Dean’s hair from his eyes and smiled at him sweetly. Dean panted, taking in as much precious oxygen as he could. He grumbled at his boyfriend, but the giggles that hiccuped from his parted lips proved he wasn’t really mad.

“Having fun?” Dean asked sarcastically.

“Plenty!” Cas said, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. Dean couldn’t be grumpy at him for that. “But you’re still cold, unfortunately… So you know what that means?” A dark look appeared on the Angel’s face. Dean quirked an eyebrow.

“… I don’t, no?” He said confusedly. “I mehehean it, Cas, wh-what are you doi- NO- NAHAHAHA!!” Dean let out a little shriek as Cas found his hips, and was squeezing them rapidly. Cas grinned with glee and used his thumbs to (carefully, he didn’t want to injure Dean like the previous un-succesful ‘massages’) drill into the protruding hipbone, causing Dean to buck up and sink back into the couch, his laughter going silent.

“Oh, is this an especially ticklish spot?” Cas teased, laughing with him as he switched to lighter, more spidery tickles, his fingers dancing and pinching at the sensitive skin. “My bad. Well, you need de-frosting anyway, so I may as well hang around here for a while longer…”

“YOUHUHUHU D-DIHIHIHICK!” Dean’s eyes scrunched up, his smile huge as laughter poured out happily. His hands scrabbled at Cas’ tickling fingers, pushing at them in vain to try and lighten the torture on his, unadmittedly, worst spot. “GEHEHEHET OFFAHAHAHA’ MEHEHEHE!!”

“You know, I’ve never found that smart mouth of yours particularly impressive,” Cas kept a hand on a hip and had the other trail to his stomach, practiced fingers deftly pinching and wiggling over the tiny bit of chub that lay along Dean’s lower belly (Dean refused to admit it existed). “Perhaps this will teach you to be more respectful.” He smirked and bent down, taking a deep breath and pressing his lips into his tummy, blowing a huge puff of air into the ticklish skin.

Dean all but screamed, his hips bucking up and twisting in an attempt to dislodge Cas. It didn’t take more than two more raspberries for the loud, cackling laughter to return and for the real begging to start.

“CAHAHAHAS- CAHAHAHAS PLEHEHEHE-!!” He was now tinted a permanent shade of pink, both flushed from the physical exertion and embarrassment the playful torture brought.

Cas giggled, slowing his fingers down and scuttling them up to his ribs and tweaking the bones lightly. He knew he would have to stop soon (before Dean either broke down completely or punched him), but he couldn’t help himself. It was so rare to see Dean looking so happy and be happy to spend time just goofing around. He didn’t see enough of this side to his boyfriend, Cas thought.

“Ahahahahare youhuhu done yehehehet?” Dean was giggling, squirming and tensing as Cas’ hands wandered all over his torso, his eyes watching them carefully.

Cas chuckled. “I think so,” He ran his hands all along Dean’s upper body, reaching behind him to trail them down to his feet and scribbling them briefly across his soles. Dean dug his feet into the couch and squeaked, accompanied by a “Hey!”. “Yes, I have finished.”

He clambered down off of his boyfriend and pulled him onto his knee again, his arm looping around his waist as he rubbed a hand across Dean’s back to help get rid of the leftover giggles. Dean, now smiling a lot more than he was before, assumed his usual cuddling position and nuzzled into Cas’ chest. Allowing himself to be enveloped in the angelic hold, Dean sighed contentedly and closed his eyes. Cas smiled to himself and rested his cheek on top of Dean’s head, breathing deep the scent of cologne, minty shower gel, and something sweet… Probably pie.

“I’m sorry if I took it too far,” Cas said, in an admittedly very not-sorry tone of voice. “You’re too much fun to tickle. Your laughter is too adorable.”

“Whahahatever, you jerk…” Dean chuckled and warmed up to the praise. “I mean, I guess it was kinda…” He trailed off, but both he and Cas knew what he was about to say anyway.

“Well… I’m a lot warmer now, heh…” He blushed and wrapped his arms around Cas’ chest, digging his chin into his sternum as he gazed into the Angel’s eyes. “But just so you know, revenge is still just around the corner…” He smirked and pressed a kiss to Cas’ chapped, but smiling lips, his attention turning to the TV screen once more.

“And don’t look at me like that,” He said, without even looking at his blushing Angel. “You had it comin’, bitch.”

happy trc childhood headcanons

i always see incredibly tragic childhood headcanons for the raven gang, which is fair because most of them had tragic childhoods in one way or another, but i want to imagine that at some point they had some happiness, or at least not full sadness, so…


  • listen, adam parrish was the matilda of his school library. he was the shy little seven-year-old kid that snuck in during recess and read as many books as he could get his hands on. the librarian slowly grew very fond of him. little adam parrish reaching up to the circulation desk with a pile of kids’ science books about dinosaurs, space, rocks, plants, physics, anything that interested him. staying up late with a tiny reader flashlight that he got for free at the scholastic book fair or something. dragging stepstools over to the shelves so he could reach books on the top shelf by himself
  • legit every dog in the trailer park loved adam. he greeted them all after school. as like a ten-year-old, he got a job walking all the dogs. (the money went straight to his parents, but he was happy to spend time with the dogs anyway). one time one of his neighbors’ dogs had a litter of puppies and before they gave them all away, adam went over and gave them each a hug and played with them for a few hours
  • adam got crushes on boys and girls both from a young age because he was always full of love and affection that was reaching outward looking for someone to land on. he had a huge crush on his kindergarten teacher, who was this young blond lady who totally knew that adam liked her and thought it was adorable and let him hold her hand on field trips and stuff. he had a crush on his reading buddy when he was in first grade- it was a fourth grade boy, and he was actually not as good at spelling as adam was, but adam was too shy to correct his spelling
  • adam loved cars since he was little. it was possibly the only thing he did at home that gave him joy. the first time he fixed an engine (or whatever you do with cars idk) he felt like his whole heart was lighting up and he was doing exactly what he was supposed to be. the next day at the library he asked the librarian for books about car engines and he found out that there were jobs where you could do more than just fix cars, you could invent whole machines and engineer how they worked, and he was filled with determination to get to a place where he could do that


  • orla was like seven or eight when blue was born, so the fox way household had to deal with two terrifying children at the same time. for a while when they were little, orla and blue were the dream team of mischief. they watched the parent trap and were inspired by all the pranks and attempted to play a prank on the whole household. unfortunately, living in a house full of psychics makes it difficult to effectively play pranks, so they got caught by calla while attempting to cover all the adults’ bedrooms in toilet paper. they got in huge trouble for wasting toilet paper but were also weirdly rewarded for being clever and independent
  • blue learned about academic feminist stuff at a young age from all the women in her house. so she was the Resident SJW of her elementary school. when she was required to make valentine’s day cards for everyone in her class, she made ones with lil feminist cartoons talking about heteronormative misogynist traditions. in kindergarten she punched a boy in her class for saying something sexist. she tried to stage a protest against the school dress code in fifth grade. when she got in trouble for it, maura raised hell with the school
  • maggie’s said before that none of them had any friends before meeting each other, which I mean they probably had *some* pseudo-friends at some point or other, but it’s likely that Blue spent a lot of recesses alone. her solution was to go around to every tree on the playground and get to know it. everyone thought she was weird anyway, so it was easy to get away with holding long conversations with the trees. she gave each of them a human name and they each had a personality. on arbor day she brought them gifts that she made at home
  • she was always trying to make her own clothes, but she learned all her sewing and knitting skills one summer when she went to a free class at the public library. until then she used all sorts of different methods, not all of which worked. she was a menace to any fabric that entered the door of 300 Fox Way. it was a bad idea to let her watch the sound of music and see the scene where maria makes dresses out of the curtains. maura saw the light in blue’s eyes the second she saw that scene and took down all the curtains in the house and hid them, because she didn’t believe in telling blue not to make clothes out of the curtains, but she also didn’t believe in having her curtains torn to shreds


  • this child picked flowers for his mother all the time, i guarantee it. for a while there they thought he was gonna be a florist. i promise ronan lynch brought five gabillion bouquets of wildflowers into the house for his mother
  • he wrote short stories as a kid. his fourth grade class had a creative writing week and they all had to write books. he came up with wild, creative stories, not based on dreams or dreamers or anything from his life at the Barns, but shitty ones like all kids write. he wrote about a racecar who was best friends with a cow and how they learned to get along even though one was fast and one was slow, things like that. his mother read all his stories and told him they were great
  • he was a Big Fan of shit like nancy drew and sherlock holmes because he thought it was so cool how they solved mysteries, so he roped matthew into joining him in becoming a detective. there weren’t too many mysteries to solve… i guess this IS gonna get sad but obviously there were mysteries to solve re: what the fuck his dad was doing but declan didn’t want ronan to have to know about that, so he would make up fake mysteries by like stealing stuff from the kitchen. eventually ronan caught on to the fact that the culprit in every mystery was always declan and he realized he didn’t want to be a detective anyway
  • also i want to imagine that ronan was that kid who changed what he wanted to be when he grew up like, a lot. one week he was DEFINITELY gonna be a racecar driver. another week he wanted to be a bullfighter, but then he changed his mind when he found out they killed the bulls because he is the friend to all cows of course. another week he wanted to be an artist, and another week he wanted to be a farmer, and another week he wanted to be a forest ranger, etc etc.


  • gansey was the kid who is so polite you think he’s a tiny adult. you know how sometimes like four-year-old kids say shit like “excuse me, ma’am, would you like me to take your coat?” and it’s like what the fuck… he was that kid. it was partially because it was sort of bred into him and partially because he adored when adults would give him little smiles and ruffle his hair and tell him that he was very polite and well-behaved. actually helen hated this because she wasn’t nearly as well-behaved and she would scowl every time her little brother got complimented for his manners
  • speaking of helen, she and gansey were NOT always little angels at the fancy parties their parents held. they loved to play games there. helen’s favorite was to steal little trinkets without anyone being able to tell, gansey’s favorite was scavenger hunts where he would pretend he was on a noble quest in the ballroom
  • i feel like gansey would have loved indiana jones movies. i know this for a fact. when he got older he realized that they were ‘not accurate to the true experience of archaeology’ or whatever, but they still held a special place in his heart (bonus: he both idolized and was attracted to young harrison ford probably)
  • the ganseys took their children to museums to Enrich Their Minds. this might have been a bad idea though, because gansey was Struck and Bedazzled in Wonderment at every museum he saw. he was the kid who actually read the signs on each exhibit and did the weird educational activities that the museum offered. he listened to the audio tours. he came home babbling about what he learned for hours. take this time to imagine gansey at the cloisters in new york (which if you don’t know is like a medieval monastery they shipped over brick by brick from europe and filled with medieval art) just LOSING it. in the room of unicorn tapestries he feels like he’s being imbued with Destiny. he is eight goddamn years old


  • little henry loved the whole world. he loved little inchworms that he found in the backyard and he gave them names (mostly he named them after pop divas. britney spears the caterpillar was a member of the cheng household for a while). he loved every kid in his kindergarten class and tried to play with all of them during recess. he was just full of love and wonder
  • actually, to expand on the recess thing, henry cheng was the king of recess. he was the kid who organized the Great Game of Tag, famous among all the third graders, a game that stretched over months of recess and only ended when the snow forced all the kids inside. there were elaborate rules, rivalries begun, glorious battles fought over this game of tag
  • he was in ESL because his first language was korean, but he got the hang of english pretty quickly- he’s a fast learner. he just didn’t speak it all that often for the first few years of elementary school, because he liked listening more than speaking, so the teachers thought he wasn’t good at it. in the end it was his love of belting out top 40 songs on the playground that made them realize that he was actually fluent in english. (although i know you can know songs well without knowing the language, but he would often change the lyrics to be about his personal life)
  • he organized political protests from a young age. he protested the school administration in, like, fourth grade, for not having an adequate meal plan for kids who couldn’t afford lunch. one time he tried to protest his parents for making him clean his room, but i won’t get into that because his parents were not great, but it seems like the type of thing he would do


  • i firmly believe that noah dressed in his sister’s clothes until the age of nine or so, he just wore dresses and didn’t care. people made fun of him but he just rolled with it. he only stopped because his tastes changed and he wanted to be more skater punk
  • he was a huge stan of 90s boy bands like n’sync or whatever, i don’t even know if i spelled that right i just know that he was a Nineties Kid TM and he loved all that crap.
  • his favorite class was art class. he was, however, not the favorite student of his third grade art teacher, who liked to keep the room tidy, because he made gigantic fucking messes in the pursuit of creativity. i’m talking fingerpainting, collages, glitter, ripped up construction paper, wild sculptures, glue everywhere. (listen I taught a crafts class for little kids and let me tell you, noah was one of a specific type of four-year-old who takes a liquid glue container and pours it ALL OVER EVERYTHING with a manic glee in his eyes) luckily in fourth grade they switched art teachers to a hippie type who loved creative messes and she encouraged him to the point that he organized an art gallery for the whole school in the gymnasium. it was very successful and exciting
  • noah ate every goddamn Novelty Nineties Food that you could find on some dumb Buzzfeed nostalgia list. Dunkaroos, Gushers, dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets, Scooby Doo mac-n-cheese, Kidz Cuisine, green ketchup or whatever. the more gross and artificial and neon colored and totally awful, the more Noah loved it. he RAN lunchtime snack swaps, he had every item you could possibly want, the envy of every other lunchbox carrier in the school. (on halloween he and his friends were those kids who made like a three-hour-long plan to hit every house they could and make a ridiculous candy haul) (but noah always donated half of his candy haul to charity)

feel free to add more if you think of more!

The Insanity Called Love

plot: when you meet your soulmate everything turns black and white, not allowing you to see colors anymore but when they die you get to see color again.

group: bts

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: soulmate!au

word count: 7.5k

A/N: I finally finished it! omg this is the longest thing I have ever written, I hope you like it 💖 idk if I will write a part two for this, I want to but I won’t be writing anything until October ;-;

Originally posted by jjks

It was simple, a sudden change of reality, you would stop seeing every color if you met them. No one knew when it could happen, it wasn’t like those clocks you have that counts down your time to when you meet your soulmate but in real life the world was sadistic, it could happen any time. And it hasn’t happened to you yet.

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