he looks so tired t t

anonymous asked:

please imagine canon verse stucky where Bucky says "i'm sweet on you" to Steve when they are cuddling on the couch while they gently nuzzling their noses together

“Hey,” Bucky murmurs. “Hey, you.”

His arm rests on the back of the couch, Steve’s head lolling on his bicep. He fell asleep during the movie.

Bucky leans in to him, resting his forehead against Steve’s and nuzzling closer.

“I’m talkin’ to you,” he says when Steve doesn’t answer him.

Steve’s nose wrinkles. He grumbles wordlessly as he blinks sleepily up at Bucky.


His hum is questioning, but it’s about as petulant as a noise can get. He looks so incredibly put out about being woken up, irritable and tired and ready to fight because of it.

Bucky grins despite himself. Steve is always ready to fight.

When he doesn’t immediately answer, Steve bumps his face against Bucky’s, much harder than Bucky had done to him.

“Wha’?” He asks, garbled and short.

It’s adorable is what it is.

Bucky means to say, bedtime, princess.

Well, maybe not those precise words, but something like it. He had woken Steve up to get him to bed and now that Steve is irritable, it’s usually fun to goad him a little more. Steve is gorgeous when he’s mad; a bright angel of fury. 

But that’s not what Bucky says. Instead, he finds himself reaching up to caress Steve’s cheekbone, his smile turning softer. Utterly fucking besotted.

“I’m so goddamn sweet on you,” he murmurs. “Y’know that?”

Steve blinks, the anger melting away. A blush blooms in his cheeks.

“Buck,” he protests, embarrassed. It’s a token protest and nothing more; he sounds too fucking pleased by the proclamation to mean it.

Bucky tries to kiss him, then, but it’s a failed attempt. They’re both smiling too much to do it properly.

tao-talks  asked:

yeah i know, i think they're all really tired and overwhelmed right now but i am super worried about kook. and we know they read comments, so i think they were maybe trying to give us what the majority of the comments are. and i totally agree with you about s*pe/y**nseok, that is literally the only bangtan ship that i can't get into, i can't even pretend to like for other people's sake, i just can't image yg and hs as anything more than best friends like i can with the rest of them.

(and i feel so bad for saying this, but i lowkey agree with you about yoonmin too. they will always be my number one otp, but lately idk. right now i’m mostly vmin (because those kids are actually soulmates and put everyone else to shame okay))

yeah kook worried me too :c he looked really out of it. probably tired but also seemed like he might have been silently critiquing himself ?? :c

i can’t into any yg ships other than ym but that one especially i can’t do. i totally understand why people ship it tho but yeah…i agree!! vmin is a powerful ship and very consistent in showing their appreciation for each other which is great

goldfromstraw  asked:

Ooh ooh! Am I too late for the fluff prompts? I'd love something with Credence looking after Graves for some reason, and it being a bit of a new thing for both of them - so Graves doesn't like showing weakness and is feeling like a burden, and Credence surprised that he can be so calm and strong...or something! But if I'm too late, that's OK ^_^

So…um…I saved this one for last because it’s…tough to write. I’m sorry if this isn’t as purely fluffy as many of the rest. It got very late, and I got very tired, and very sad.

I hope the happy ending is enough. <3

On their first day living together, they struggle to even navigate the same space.

Credence doesn’t know what to make of this new Mr. Graves, a man who carries himself with silent, calm strength despite the scars on his face and the tremors in his hands. And it seems that Mr. Graves does not know quite what to make of Credence.

But for the first time in a very long time, someone is taking care of Credence. He has more than enough to eat, and a roof over his head that will not be taken away. He is safe, and left alone, and if Mr. Graves is distant it is a distance of consideration and not disdain.

The problem is that Credence doesn’t know how to return the favor.

Mr. Graves is still serving as the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and Director of Magical Security, though he’s told Credence that in time he will be replaced. “Out of necessity,” he explains blandly. “I’m no longer capable of the direct action required for the post.” Credence thinks that he sees a spark of pain in the man’s eyes, but doesn’t know how to remark on it.

He picks up sign after sign after sign of the agony Mr. Graves fights through without complaint every single day. But he still doesn’t know how to do much more than set the table and, with his newfound magical skill, ensure that the house is clean and tidy, and demonstrate his magic to Mr. Graves’ exacting satisfaction.

It’s also unfortunate that around this time Credence realizes that he’s developed a crush on the man a mile wide. He thinks he can be forgiven for it; who wouldn’t have a crush on Mr. Graves? Credence saves up every casual touch as if he’s saving verses from the Bible or words for spells, wishing at every turn that he could find a way to pay it all back to the man.

Everything comes to a head one dark mid-September night. Credence ought to have been sleeping hours ago, but he’s still a terrible insomniac. Normally he stays in his room, but tonight he feels restless. He’s at the bottom of the stairs when he hears it: quiet, stifled crying.

With all the stealth he ever learned in his former life, Credence pads to the door of the living room and looks in. In the firelight, he can see Mr. Graves sitting on the sofa. He is ordinarily so unbent and unbroken, but now his head is in his hands, his shoulders shake, and his back is bowed. For a long moment, Credence is frozen with indecision.

And then he decides that this is the moment. “Mr. Graves?” he says softly.

Mr. Graves jerks upright. His eyes are red with tears, but instantly Credence can see the mask he wears snapping into place. “Credence! I had no idea you were still awake.”

“I sleep about as well as you, sir,” Credence says. He forces himself forward, across the room, to sit down beside Mr. Graves. “I…don’t know what’s happening, but I’d like to help, if I can.”

“You should look after your own sleeping,” Mr. Graves says.

Credence takes a deep breath. “I want to help you, sir. You need someone.”

“You have needs so much greater than mine,” Mr. Graves says, looking at Credence as if he could will Credence to understand. “I don’t need much.”

“Sir…you could have my company, if nothing else,” Credence says, hesitantly taking the man’s hand in his.

Mr. Graves stares at their joined hands like they belong to strangers. “I won’t be a burden to you, Credence.”

“You couldn’t be a burden any more than I have been,” Credence says. “I’ve lived in your house and eaten at your table and you’ve taught me magic, and I’ve never once been able to return the favor.”

“You don’t need to,” Mr. Graves says. His dark eyes search Credence’s face for something, Credence doesn’t know what. “You’re not a burden to me and you never have been and never will, do you understand?”

Slowly, Credence nods. “I do,” he says. “And…you wouldn’t be a burden to me, sir, do you understand that?”

It’s a pert reply and Credence flinches internally because he doesn’t want Mr. Graves to take offense. What will happen then?

But Mr. Graves doesn’t take offense. He just looks at Credence for a long moment, and then rests his head in his free hand. “I’m so tired, Credence,” he says quietly. “You know how it feels. To wear a mask, to hide your pain, pretend you’re things you aren’t.”

“I do know,” Credence says. He stares into the fire and remembers. He knows how much it hurts.

“But someone has to be strong,” Mr. Graves says. “Someone has to be the enduring Atlas holding up MACUSA’s sky.”

Credence looks sideways at Mr. Graves. “I don’t…I don’t think you have to be that someone,” he says, thinking of Chastity and Modesty and all the other children that he’d done his best to protect in his former life. How he’d stood between them and anything that could have happened to them at Mary Lou’s hands. He’d held up their sky.

“And who will do it if I don’t?” Mr. Graves says. He’s begun to lean against Credence, his strong shoulder against Credence’s bony one.

“Maybe no one,” Credence says. “Does it matter?”

Mr. Graves huffs a mirthless laugh. “It matters to me.”

“Then…Mr. Graves, let me help you,” Credence says in a rush. “Let me help hold you up, so you can keep holding up the sky.”

There’s a long moment of silence, broken only by the fire crackling. Outside, Credence hears the sound of a single motorcar going by; here, there’s not much else. It’s after midnight, and even New York has to sleep sometime.

“I’ll try,” Mr. Graves says, finally. “I’m not…used to having someone who wants to help me. But if you want to try to help someone like me, I won’t stop you.”

His hand in Credence’s is trembling, and the rest of his body is as well. It’s not hard, to hear the need and desperation behind Mr. Graves’ stoic words. And it’s that which prompts Credence to pull Mr. Graves into an embrace, feeling as if he has to protect the older man from the world, and feeling as if he can do it. He can do this. And even if for only that moment, Mr. Graves lets Credence hold him up.

They are not all right, neither of them. But Credence believes that they will be, if only they can hold each other up. If they can manage, together, to become like Atlas. They can find strength in each other, the strength to hold up the sky.

Lucky 💫

“Um, Malfoy,” Harry muttered. “What are you doing?” Baffled, he looked at the Slytherin, who didn’t seem to be concerned at all.

“I’m resting. I’m so tired,” Malfoy mumbled, eyelids fluttering shut. He did sound pretty sleepy. Harry blinked as Malfoy’s lips stretched into a soft, contented smile.

“Okay,” Harry said slowly. “But why are you resting on my lap?”

“Why not?” Malfoy replied. “Seems like a good place to me.”

Harry stiffened as Malfoy turned his head and snuggled into him. What was he playing at?

“Oi, Harry!” Harry looked up. Seamus had just entered the eighth year common room and was grinning at him. “Don’t you two look cosy,” he said with a wink. Harry blushed and tried to move his legs but Malfoy was just too heavy.

“I have no idea what’s going on,” Harry murmured. What had gotten into Malfoy?

“And then we have to get started on Transfiguration but first we have to- Oh!” Hermione stopped dead behind Seamus. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight before her, her studying schedule obviously forgotten. If only momentarily. Ron, who had seemed rather displeased with his girlfriend’s evening plans a second ago, suddenly had a weird glint in his eyes.

Harry watched his friends and was shocked when Hermione clutched her chest and put her other hand on Ron’s arm. He smiled at her and nodded.

“I thought something like this might happen,” he snickered.

“What?” Harry spluttered. When Pansy came into sight, a knowing grin on her face,  Harry felt like they were all in on a joke he didn’t get. “Can somebody please tell me what is going on?”

“Shhhhh,” came from Harry’s lap. “Trying to sleep here, remember?”

Harry eyed Malfoy suspiciously. He had to admit, he might have reacted a little differently if they had been alone. It was a bit sudden, but he wasn’t all that opposed to Malfoy lying on his lap.

Harry’s eyes darted to his friends again when Hermione leaned over to Pansy and whispered something to her. Looking exasperated, Pansy nodded. Harry still wasn’t used to the fact that they were all getting along so well now. Pansy could be fun but, still, Harry was a bit wary around her.

He kept his eyes on her as Hermione strode over to him.

“Don’t be mad,” she told him. Harry frowned.

“What did you do?”

“Well…” She looked at him sheepishly. “It’s more what I didn’t do.”

Harry looked at her, puzzled. She leaned closer to him and dropped her voice to a whisper.

“I didn’t stop Pansy, when she stole something from Slughorn’s personal stores and put it into Malfoy’s tea this morning.”

Harry’s frown deepened.

“What did she put in his tea?”

Hermione bit her lip and put a hand on his shoulder.

“We just felt like he deserved a good day for once. He’s been through so much.” She gazed at Malfoy thoughtfully. “That’s not to say you haven’t been having a hard time, either,” she added hastily. “But Pansy thought you might… benefit from it as well. Seems like she was right.”

Harry looked between Malfoy and Hermione, not understanding what she was telling him. It must have shown on his face. Hermione sighed and shook her head.

“Felix Felicis, that’s what Pansy put in his drink.”

Harry’s mouth dropped open.

“That’s why he’s being so weird?”

“You were weird, too, when you took it in sixth year,” Hermione reminded him.

Yeah, Harry mused, it had been a strange experience. He had felt so happy and cheerful, like nothing could go wrong. And, somehow, he had known exactly what he had to do to get… to get what he wanted.


Harry’s eyes darted back to Malfoy, who was still smiling contentedly with his eyes closed. Harry wondered what would have happened if his friends had given him the potion, instead of Malfoy. He doubted things would have been this forward but, maybe, it would have had a similar outcome.  

Ignoring the fact that everyone in the room was watching him, he slowly raised his hand and ran his fingers through Malfoy’s hair. The Slytherin let out a long sigh that made the corners of Harry’s mouth twitch.

As he sat there, stroking Malfoy’s hair and marvelling at the fluttery feeling in his stomach, Harry thought it was lucky he and Malfoy apparently wanted the same thing.



100 Reasons To Love Choi Seungcheol
  1. dimples so deep that you could swim in them 
  2. the mole on the right side of his face that’s above his mouth and by his nose (this is really specific but it’s a cute mole okay)
  3. he only has one ear pierced. I think it’s his left ear that is his only pierced ear. 
  4. has pajamas that match his blanket
  5. the fact that he auditioned as a singer but became a rapper
  6. his predebut bushy black hair
  7. looong eyelashes, they’re so pretty and nice, why can’t I have eyelashes those good
  8. raised twelve dorks on his shoulders
  9. when he had fake tattoos and basically ruined the whole fandom
  10. his bombass eyeliner, props to the make up artist
  11. his very cute droopy eyes, this might be why a lot of people say he looks tired, they’re just a little droopy but it’s okay
  12. his big toothy grin that basically takes up half of his face and it’s really cute
  13. a triple threat man: can sing, dance, aand rap. what can’t he do
  14. he can’t wink. if you watch him, he struggles with it sometimes
  15. loves sports so much that he originally wanted to be a PE teacher
  16. offered to cut wood on OFD and screamed while he did it
  17. let his members throw all the kimchi they had into the pot and just watched on OFD
  18. is very very competitive
  19. when he played with his ear during his birthday vlive
  20. screams a lot
  21. like a lot
  22. this boy screams in any situation
  23. the vlive he did with mingyu and wonwoo was just him screaming half the time
  24. when he snuggled up into jihoon during one of their predebut episodes
  25. when he did the shoulder dance during his ‘Good Morning’ cover with Jihoon
  26. he doesn’t like rollercoasters
  27. very touchy, he can be found multiple times hugging another member or just clinging to them
  28. very cute and embarrassing dad dances
  29. his cute hip dance during their Christmas vlive
  30. when he broke the stage with his butt because soonyoung tried to put him down
  31. during the Very Nice dance when he’s doing his solo part and he gives that heavenly smile after saying his line
  32. suggest the idea of the caratland bracelets as a gift to carats
  33. his selfies
  34. he literally takes great selfies. does he even have a bad side
  35. nice butt
  36. when he was suppose to wake up early on OFD Japan but instead slept in which caused them to be late
  37. the fact that so many members go to him whenever they need to get something off of their chest
  38. looks great in dad hats (probably has a collection of them)
  39. when he tried to learn guitar from Jihoon predebut
  40. when he fell to the ground laughing during one of the Burning Karaokes because he didn’t harmonize with Seungkwan properly
  41. his parted hair
  42. when he wears flower crowns and cute lil headbands
  43. he likes mystery novels and is reading books Wonwoo recommended
  44. when he did the piggy bank with Joshua on Weekly Idol
  45. buys the members food without a thought
  46. but also made Wonwoo pay for a game of pool by escaping outside first
  47. is in love with dogs
  48. the gif of him hugging the golden retriever and it basically looks like he never wants to let go even though his hair and the dog’s fur was blowing everywhere
  49. when the small dog during backstage of a performance went under Seungcheol’s hand to be pet by him
  50. when he said ‘Achuu~~’ as a guess to the song Jihoon would sing to his s/o
  51. when he does a pouty face where his lips are pushed out a bit with his cheeks cutely puffing out
  52. he sleeps with music playing and has Jeonghan turn it off for him
  53. when Seungkwan woke him up on the first 17 project episode and he wasn’t wearing a shirt
  54. the fact that he slept with a little teddy bear by his pillow in that episode
  55. he said he sleeps with the others more than he sleeps on his own bed
  56. his top notch aegyo
  57. S.coups wants to eat a macaron~~~
  58. tried to eat a lemon and his whole face did a cringe
  59. his thiiighs
  60. really cute ears that stick out cutely
  61. a real pro at DDR
  62. have you seen the video, everyone gets shook behind him when he plays
  63. his low voice tone
  64. when he basically growls into the mic during parts of his raps
  65. when he gets so into performing that he throws his whole body into the song and jams like there’s no tomorrow
  66. his signature peace sign pose
  67. when he nonsense screamed while entering the studio
  68. his alcohol tolerance is 6 beers
  69. has a heart like a girl’s according to Jihoon
  70. when he’s doing introduction and says ‘say the name’
  71. when he gets embarrassed and basically looks like he’s dying
  72. when he did the dance to Pick Me
  73. when his hair was blonde/red/brown/basically any color and once again killed the fandom
  74. when he dropped his egg yolk and looked like it was the end of the world and that life was no longer worth living
  75. the fact that he still picked up the egg yolk and ate it
  76. during the comeback showcase performance of laughter when he burst into a big smile
  77. his eye smiles when his eyes become small and all you see are his long eyelashes
  78. on where is my friend’s hometown, when he was cutely jamming out to music in the car
  79. when the MC’s of weekly idol pronounced his name wrong and he did a brief look at his name tag before laughing really big
  80. when he kept getting the dance wrong during random play dance and he looked like a very confused doggy
  81. he can hold two matches on his eyelashes (man get you a man that has eyelashes as strong as cheol’s)
  82. when he gets cold he shivers cutely and goes to his manager
  83. the time he almost died because he almost kissed wonwoo
  84. but he didn’t mind playing the pocky game with jihoon predebut
  85. the predebut video when they did a practice room cover of Nuest’s Hello and seungcheol just struts up the camera
  86. when he yelled at jihoon to move during the Hello dance
  87. his cheeky smile when Hansol was exposing him of taking his stuff
  88. #Gyeongsang_Accent
  89. his singing voice is low and soothing
  90. a cute fan of ballads
  91. he’s always thanking carats, always telling them to be healthy and even more
  92. he cried because he couldn’t visit his grandmother because of training
  93. he wanted to be able to do more to contribute to Seventeen like Jihoon and Soonyoung so Seungcheol pushed himself more into producing
  94. when everything was getting tense on OFD Japan, Seungcheol stepped in and called a meeting to clear the tension
  95. attended P101’s final episode to watch his friends despite having just taken out his wisdom teeth and being tired
  96. on the last episode of their first OFD, he helped set up photos and decoration for the rest of the boys and even wrote a heartfelt letter to them
  97. said that when the rings were taken away during 17 project he was thinking of the other boys and how they were doing
  98. despite going through group changes he’s never once complained and continued to train, using it as a change to grow instead of as a sign of failure
  99. he carries a large amount of stress on his shoulders as the leader of the group and seriously needs to be appreciated for his hard work
  100. “Carats should be the ones more loved than we are”

So like, post-Joseph route AU where, after Amanda leaves to go and have ice cream with the Emmas, the rest of the cul-de-sac are still hanging around and talking, and Lucien, of all people, notices that MC isn’t looking all too great.

And Lucien has nooo idea what to do. Because man, he hasn’t said more than a few words to the guy.

But MC is just looking so miserable, sitting on the porch by himself, staring at the present his daughter had given him. None of the other dads have noticed yet. And maybe Lucien should just get an adult to go and check if MC is okay. But he doesn’t.

Because in that moment, there’s something about MC that reminds Lucien of his own father - tired and worn out after a long day at war with the world.

So Lucien, against his better judgement, goes up and sits down next to MC.

“You okay…sir?” he asks, because goddamn it may have been more than a month since they’d moved into the neighbourhood, but Lucien still has no earthly clue what the guy’s last name is.

MC looks up, surprised, and gives a tired smile. “I’m fine,” he says.

He doesn’t look fine. At all. So Lucien sits with him, and they talk for a while.

Lucien is pleasantly surprised to find that MC is actually a kinda cool dude. He’s a huge dork, of course, but that kind of comes with the territory of being a father.

By the time Damien comes over to thank MC for the lovely party and to let Lucien know they’re going home, MC’s tired smile looks a lot more genuine.

When Lucien bids him goodbye, MC just laughs and ruffles his hair.

“You’re a pretty good kid after all,” he teases, and Lucien just slaps his hand away with an embarrassed grumble.

Damien has no idea what’s going on, but far be it for him to complain when someone notices how brilliant his son is.

After that, Lucien doesn’t really see much of MC, and he mostly forgets about their conversation at the party.

But after Amanda finally moves away and MC no longer has anyone to badger him about getting out, MC kinda becomes a social hermit. The only other dad he actually hangs out with is Craig, because they’re college buddies.

And when a month has passed and Lucien realizes it’s been a while since he’s seen their new neighbour, and he remembers how tired MC had looked that day at the party, he feels a bit worried.

So, he asks his dad if they can invite MC over for dinner at their place one day.

Damien is a bit confused, but he agrees.

And it all starts off kind of awkward, but by the end of the night, MC and Damien are laughing together as if they’ve known each other all their lives, and Lucien can’t remember the last time he saw his father so happy.

After that, MC and the Bloodmarchs take turns inviting each other over for dinner once a week, and go out together on weekends as a family.

When Lucien has to miss one of their dinners together one night because he’s sleeping over at Ernest’s house, Damien walks into his bedroom to freshen up before MC arrives, and finds a box of condoms on his pillow that definitely wasn’t there before.

Damien just about dies of embarrassment right then and there, and can’t look MC in the eye for a solid hour.

When MC finally caves and asks what’s wrong, Damien tells him what Lucien had done, trying to play it off as a hilarious joke - “Kids, amiright?” (His voice is a little too high to be convincing, and his face is beet red).

MC stares at him thoughtfully for a long moment, thinking over how to respond, before finally his lips pull into a sly grin.

“Well, no point in letting those condoms go to waste, right?”

Damien chokes on the sip of wine he’d just taken, looking up at MC with bewilderment.

While MC tries to apologize through his hysterics, Damien is trying to figure out if the offer was sincere because holy hell does he wish it was.

(When Lucien returns home the next morning to find a sleep-rumpled MC cooking breakfast in their kitchen and with lovebites scattered all across his neck, the shit-eating grin doesn’t leave his face for the rest of the day.)

3 Things

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Genre: fluff and smutsmutsmut
Word count: 4,312

A/N: For anon, I hope you like it 💕 I think I’m getting better at writing smut?? Maybe??

Originally posted by bangtanboysloves

Your yawn drowns out the faint sounds of the TV, head lolling to the side as you stare blankly at the screen. It was well past eleven thirty – well past your bedtime – and you’re struggling to keep yourself upright and alert.

Jimin texted you around ten, letting you know that his shift at the convenience store was going to drag on a bit longer than expected, and that he wasn’t totally sure when he’d be headed home. He advised you not to wait up but of course, when did you ever really listen.

Both you and Jimin were full time students, juggling dead end jobs, homework and nearly non-existent social lives. Busy was an understatement for both of your lives and as a result you two rarely got to spend much time together. The only time you two really got was when you both settled down to sleep at night. No matter how dead tired either (or both) of you were, when you were curled up in each other’s arms at the end of a long day, you would quietly talk about the events that had happened or catch each other up on the episode of a drama the other had missed that week.

Which was why you were being so stubborn about going to bed without him; not feeling quite right about sliding under those blankets without his cold feet there to press against your calves.

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Niall Horan - “Alone”

Sorry my updates have been so few and far between! I hope you enjoy. Slight trigger warning!

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong, love?” Your boyfriend questioned you one day as the two of you sat in the car, him driving home from hanging out with friends. 

“Why do you think that anything is wrong?” You question him, sending him over a glance, your brows furrowed together. He sighs and just glances over at you quickly before his eyes look back on the road.

“I know you, Y/N, I can tell when you aren’t feeling right. Jus’ talk to me.” He reaches over for your hand but you pull your fingers away from his as you shrug. 

“’m fine.” You weren’t though. You were far from it. You felt like there was this black hole in your chest that you just didn’t know how to fill. You felt tired and just wanted to be alone. So that’s what you did over the course of the next few days. You took to staying in your office, curled up in the corner in a chair. Sometimes napping, sometimes reading, but always ignoring the texts and calls from Niall. Even when he tried to come in the room you would tell him you were working on something and to leave you alone. 

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I want to ruin you for anyone else.” Draco’s voice takes on a fierce, possessive note. “Do you get it? I want to give you everything you want because it’s the best way to keep you. I don’t think you’ve got a clue how fucking desirable you are and as soon as you work it out, you’ll find something better than a Death Eater. A Malfoy. So I’ve got no fucking intention of laughing. I probably need this even more than you do.”

Harry stares at Draco. His cheeks flush with bright red spots and his eyes flash as he glares at Harry. His jaw works and he looks almost shocked as if he hadn’t planned to say any of that out loud.

“You’re wrong,” Harry says.

“Am I?” Draco sounds tired now, turning back to Lady.

“You’re wrong about me finding someone better.” Harry’s voice falters. “I’ve not found anyone yet, have I? I haven’t found anyone half as interesting and you weren’t even around. You behaved like a wanker and I still couldn’t stop thinking about snogging you in the shadows.”

“And the rain.” Draco looks back at Harry. “Don’t forget the rain.
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This is my first request and I was actually really excited to write it! Thank you so much for reading! I hope I got what you requested right, I tired my best!

Originally posted by nakamotens

Okay but like how does he make sweating look hot asdfghjkl;

Pairing: Yuta/Reader (Female)

Warnings: Sexual Content/cursing/thigh riding/dry humping

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EXO Reaction to you falling asleep on them…

EXO Reaction to you falling asleep on them…

Xiumin - At first he’d be like ‘oh shit I can’t move incase I wake her…’ then he’d realise how cute you looked and would be happy that you were comfortable enough with him to fall asleep on him.

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Suho - He could tell you were tired straight away when you both sat down to watch a movie. So he wasn’t surprised at all when you sleepily cuddled yourself into his side and closed your eyes. He’d smile and wrap an arm around you to make sure you were all warm and cosy.

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Lay - When you were complaining about having a migraine he told you to take a nap, instead of going to bed yourself you’d just sigh and curl up into a ball with your head on his lap. ‘Okay then…’ He’d say and sit and entertain himself by playing with your hair till you fell asleep. He’d be trying to hide how much he loved having you be that close to him.

Originally posted by ygyixing

Baekhyun - When he noticed you’d fallen asleep on his chest while he was talking to you he would prod your cheeks just to check. When he was sure you were actually sleeping he’d start messing around and taking selfies whilst pulling faces and draping your hair over his face.

Originally posted by rinieblr

Chen - He’d see you struggling to stay awake and would just pat his lap. You’d gladly take up his offer and place your head in his lap and turn to face him before closing your eyes. He would jokingly mumble something about how you were bad company for falling asleep but he’d soon fall asleep after you did.

Originally posted by 5sosfam-phandom

Chanyeol - You’d already be cuddled up to him because you’d spent the last hour complaining about the cold. The soft fabric of his sweater combined with his warmth would instantly make you tired and you’d fall asleep wrapped up in his arms. He would find it really cute and take some smiley selfies with you sleeping on him.

Originally posted by prince-chanyeol

D.O.- Like Xiumin, he would freak out a little and be scared to move incase he woke you up, so instead of stressing about waking you he’d just follow suit and close his own eyes and fall asleep with you.

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

Kai - He’d just roll his eyes at you after you insisted you weren’t tired, but now here you are 10 minutes later, asleep with your face squished into his chest. He’d just lie there for a while watching you sleep because he thought you looked so peaceful, probably starts mumbling something about 'sleeping beauty’ to himself.

Originally posted by intokai

Sehun - Would probably whine that you should go to bed earlier if you’re tired. But he would soften up pretty quickly when you ignored him and tucked yourself under one of his arms and nuzzled into his side. He’d just make himself comfortable and enjoy your warmth.

Originally posted by sehurn

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So like its been 2 days since I watched the camp camp finale and of course I’m still amazed about how well animated it was, the voice acting and just everything about it was amazing!
And the ending seriously hit me hard, I just thinking about it and how well executed it was.

And it just keeps hitting me that
M a x. C r i e d.
And it just kills me inside because he was just sick of David not listening and seeing those stable family relationships (minus a few of course),
and everything has just been weighing down on him and you can see that he truly is upset about the fact that his parent D o n ’ t. C a r e.
(Michael Jones you god, you truly have a beautiful voice)
He’s just so tired that he allows David and Gwen to see him break down.
(Also the fluid animation of of Max’s frown was oscar worthy)
(And Max’s little lip wobble as more tears come to his eyes and he just hides his face! Like it looked so fluid)
And when David is looking between Cameron and Max you can see the eternal s t r u g g l e.

The fact that he called the show ‘stupid’ was such a shock to Max that he actually asked “are you okay?”
And Davids fucking speech killed me, Miles Luna did an amazing job it just brought me to tears.
Davids voice always has this energy to it and all of a sudden his voice is so low I just? Died?
(Miles voice is so calming)
David apologises for not listening, trying to force him to be happy, for the fact that his parents don’t care and it’s just such a touching scene.
(He just wants his boy to be happy :(()
He just wants him to be happy!
(And Gwen’s “eat up you little shit” was awesome okay)
And when they’re outside you can see the hesitation in Max,
(Max’s quiet “david?” He was so uncertain omg)
should he trust David? Should he put his faith into David? And thank god he does.
He hugs David! Albeit for second but you can see the trust!!
And that B E A U T I F U L shot of David standing with a starry background and David warm smile! And the camera view is from Max’s perspective! I think he truly is starting to look up to David.
(Davids “Okay Max” was a blessing)
Miles Luna and the crew have truly outdone themselves, I can’t wait to see what they do in the bonus episodes and possible season 3.

I just want more David, Gwen and Max being a happy family :)

(Half of this is just rambling I’m sorry)

At the premiere of Dunkirk

Got requests for part 2 of the Dunkirk one shot. Hope y’all enjoy! ;)

A year later

The time has finally come for the movie to be released. Y/N and Harry are finally in a relationship. After going on a couple of dates, Harry finally asked Y/N out. Since Y/N lived in L.A., things were more easier for the both of them considering Harry has a house there and how much he loves coming to L.A. The both of them were extremely happy together. Harry would still tell Y/N his dumb jokes or puns whenever he thought was the perfect time or when he just wanted to. Y/N would still roll her eyes but laugh nonetheless. 

His goofy and friendly personality is what made her completely and utterly fall in love with him. It was hard not to fall in love with Harry. Ever since they became official, he’s done nothing but treat her right. He would constantly spoil her with some kind of gifts even when she begs him not to but he wouldn’t listen to her. He would just shake his head and say, “No, pet. Yeh’re my girl now yeah? So I get to spoil yeh as much stuff as I want.” Whenever she’d have a long or bad day, he’d be there to make her feel better. The list goes on. He was the perfect boyfriend.

They were at the stage where they do say I love you and it was literally confessed the other day when they were out for dinner. Harry confessed it first, in the dorkiest way possible. But Y/N was never going to forget it and she smiles every time she thinks about it.

“Alright, ‘ve got a joke fo’ yeh,” Harry speaks after wiping his mouth with a napkin to clean off any food from his face.

Y/N throws her head back against the chair and groans, wondering why he has to ruin their perfect moment. She just wanted to eat her dessert in peace. Without any stupid jokes or puns because Harry always has something to say.

“Harryyyy,” She drags out, “Do you always have to ruin the moment with your lame jokes?”

He looks at her with offense, hand on his chest to feign a look of hurt. “Oi c’mon! I ‘av t’ tell yeh this one!” He begs and she shakes her head.

“Nope, tell me later,” She says, going back to her delicious dessert. She was about to dig her fork in but is quickly stopped when Harry’s large hands grab the plate from in front of her.

“Oh come on, Harry!” She whines, remembering that time when he took her sandwich from her so he could make her admit that she likes spending time with him. It still felt fresh in her mind.

Harry shakes his head firmly, holding the plate away from her, “Yeh have t’ listen t’ me first,” He demands. 

“It’s a freaking a joke!” She almost shouts, her cheeks blushing when people look their way. She shrinks in her seat, letting out a tired sigh. She knows he won’t give it back until she listens so she gives in, “Fine. What?” She rests her chin against her hand, her elbow resting against the table to hold it up.

He gives her an innocent smile, “Cheer up, love. ‘s gonna be a good one. Promise.” 

She flashes him a fake enthusiastic smile and he just chuckles in return, putting the plate down in front of him.

“Mkay, so knock knock!” He says excitedly.

Y/N rolls her eyes, having to hear this so many times. “Who’s there?”

“Pauline!” He answers.

“Pauline who?” 

“I think I’ve Pauline in love with you.” He smiles and her eyes widen, mouth agape from the sudden confession. He literally just confessed that he was in love with her through a knock knock joke. 

“Harry…” Her voices trails off, not knowing what else to say. Gosh, she loves him so much. She just didn’t know if he loved her back, being the insecure person she was.

His cheeky smile slowly fades when he notices her not saying anything. He clears his throat, looking down at his lap, slightly disheartened at her reaction. Did she not love him back?

“‘s okay. Don’ have t’ say it back ‘f yeh don’…” His voice slightly cracks, making him clear his throat again. He actually felt a bit embarrassed by this. He was thinking about this all day, planning this whole dinner just to confess his love for her. 

Y/N blinks, realizing that she hasn’t said anything and notices the slightly sad look on his face. She didn’t like that look and the fact that she’s the reason why makes her heart hurt. She has to tell him too.

She shakes her, mustering up the courage to say it back. “I love you too, you dork.” She smiles, feeling at ease again when she sees him look at her up in surprise, his face instantly lighting up.

“Yeah?” He asks, wanting her to confirm it again with his eyes looking into hers.

She nods, slightly laughing, “Yeah,” She tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear, looking down at her fingers in her lap. “Was just taken by surprise.” She reasons why it took a few moments. “But I do,” She nods, “I love you a lot.”

Harry’s face brightens even more which she didn’t think was possible but she sees his happy grin. “How can yeh be surprised pet? ‘course ‘m gonna love yeh! Yeh’re perfect!” He tells her and she immediately shakes her head, wondering how Harry can even think that.

“No I’m not. I’m not perfect. Far from perfect.” She mumbles and Harry pouts, not liking that she sees herself that way. He stands up from the chair and comes around the table, crouching down to become eye level with her. He gently cups her face in his hands, his green eyes staring into her intently. 

“Hey,” He brings his face close to hers, ignoring that they were in a public place, “I think yeh’re perfect mkay? Wouldn’ want anyone else. Yeh know tha’ yeah?” And she nods her head, kissing him right after because she loves him so freaking much. 

Realizing that they were in a public place, she pulls back with a blush. “Can I get my dessert back now?” She asks and he chuckles, nodding his head and standing up but not before giving her another peck on the lips.

“As long as yeh let me feed it to yeh?” He wonders and she smiles, more than happy to agree. He brings his chair to sit next to her along with the plate in his hand. 

“Love yeh,” He says again and she beams at him, saying it back in return. 

And in that night, they both fed each other dessert with happy and love filled kisses.

It’s been a year later and promo season for the movie has already started. Y/N and Harry are currently in Harry’s London home, getting ready for the Dunkirk premiere. 

Harry had called a whole glam squad for Y/N even though she told him it wasn’t absolutely necessary but yet again,  he didn’t listen to her. Harry was wearing a customized Gucci suit and a pair of red boots with designs on them. x Y/N wore a simple black Alexander McQueen gown that was off the shoulders. Her hair was pin straight and her make up was very neutral because that’s how she preferred it. 

When Y/N was ready, she walks out of the bathroom to see Harry patiently waiting for her. His hair was perfectly styled and he looked so handsome in his suit. 

His head instantly snapped up when she cleared her throat. He stood up from the bed, his breath caught in his throat at the sight of her. He couldn’t believe that this girl was all his. He felt so lucky to love and feel loved by her. 

Y/N blushes, looking down at her feet because of Harry’s intense gaze on her. He slowly walks up to her, his hand going under her chin to lift her face up and look at him. 

“Almost knocked me off m’feet, pet. Think calling yeh beautiful would be an understatement,” He tells her and her cheeks tint red at his word. A year later and he still makes her blush every time he compliments her. 

She smiles, holding his wrist to her face as he pulls her close to him with his other hand. 

“Think you look really handsome,” She says shyly.

Harry smiles, waving his hand like it’s no big deal, “Thank you, love, but I think all eyes are gonna be on yeh. Gonna ‘av t’ protect m’girl from everyone,” He tells her and she rolls her eyes playfully.

His eyes linger on her face, a cute smile still on his lips. He leans down to press his lips against hers, keeping them there for a few seconds before pulling away.

“Love yeh,” He reminds her, rubbing his thumb underneath her eye.

“I love you too.” They kiss one more time before walking downstairs to the waiting car.

Y/N feels nervous. It was the kind of nervous where one’s heart pounds against their chest and their body starts to feel warm even though it wasn’t hot. She felt her pulse in her ears and her hands were sweating. She wonders if Harry could feel her sweaty hands since he’s holding them in his lap as they’re sat in the car, on their way to the premiere.

She shuts her eyes, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. She tries not to think about the fact that there’s going to be so many people there, so many cameras and news reporters. People knew Harry was dating Y/N but he hasn’t directly confirmed it. They never really talked about it.

Y/N knew Harry liked to keep his relationships private because he doesn’t want his career to affect or harm what they have. Y/N is perfectly okay with it too. This is just the first time they’re allowing pictures to be taken willingly. Pictures of them holding hands or out at dinners were taken by fans in the past without the two of them noticing. There would be so paps lingering around the area but they choose to ignore it.

She didn’t what she was going to say. She didn’t know if she was going to stay with Harry the whole time considering she’s only a techie. She is after all, his date to the premiere. 

She gets snapped out of her thoughts when she feels Harry cup her face, looking at her in concern. 

“Yeh okay, pet? Can feel yeh shakin’ a bit.” He asks, rubbing her temple. 

Y/N gulps, squeezing his hand in her lap. She nods, giving him an assuring smile, “Yeah. Just a bit nervous ‘cause of the cameras. I’m kind of claustrophobic so…” She trails off and Harry nods his head in an understanding way, knowing what she means.

“Don’ worry, pet. ‘M here with yeh, yeah?” She nods, swallowing the lump in her throat. “Know we haven’t talked ‘nough ‘bout this. ‘S kind o’ one of the downsides when it comes to dating a guy like me,” he says with a defeated look. “Could always come separately ‘f yeh want,” he suggests. “Want me t’ tell the driver t’ drop me first and then get the car ‘round? ‘m sure he won’t–” 

Y/N interrupts him, “No, no. It’s okay. I promise. Just a bit nervous is all. I’ll be fine. Promise.” She repeats but will she really? Harry even just offered her the easier way out. She decides against it, knowing that Harry is going to be there in case things get out of hand. He knows how anxious she can get sometimes and just by rubbing his thumb across her hand and cheek, she can already feel her nerves calm a bit. 

Harry lets out a sigh of relief, “Mkay,” He smiles, giving her nose a quick peck. “Love yeh.” He reminds her.

She smiles, loving how he assures her at random times. “Love you too.”

They reach the premiere, Y/N’s anxiety increased drastically. She sees the paparazzi already waiting with their cameras, the other cast and crew already there taking pictures. The car stops, catching the paps attention, their cameras getting ready to take pictures of them coming out of the car. 

Y/N shuts her eyes, taking deep breaths to calm herself again. She hears Harry tell the driver, “Give us a mo’.” And she feels his ring clad hand on her face, causing her to open her eyes and stare into his sea green ones.

“Hey, pet. Yeh sure yeh’re okay?” She lets out a shaky sigh. “Yeh don’ have t’ do this. I completely understand,” He reassures her, not wanting to put any pressure on her. 

“I’ll be fine,” She says, giving him a weak smile. 

Harry sighs at her stubbornness, bringing his face close to hers. “Listen t’ me, pet. ‘f yeh feel uncomfortable, an’ I mean in any way,” He says sternly, gazing into her eyes. “I need yeh t’ tell me. Doesn’ matter ‘f ‘m bein’ interviewed, I need yeh t’ tell me.” He says clearly and she nods vigorously, swallowing the lump in her throat again. “Mum is here too with Jeff an’ Glenn. I might be pulled away for some pictures an’ interviews. Need yeh t’ stay with them yeah?” 

“Okay,” She says. “Okay, I’ll stay with them. Promise.”


“And I’ll tell you if I feel sick or uncomfortable.” She says, feeling like a child.

Harry smiles softly, pressing his lips against hers, immediately taking all her worries away. He pulls away, resting his forehead against hers and kisses her nose.

“Love yeh,” He says with a smile. 

“Love you too,” She beams at him, feeling better than a few minutes ago.

Harry then lets go of her face, telling the driver they were ready to come out. The door opens, the flashing of cameras immediately going off. Fans were screaming loudly, calling out Harry’s name excitedly. He stands aside, helping Y/N out the car by holding his hand out which she takes gladly. He kisses her forehead reassuringly, making her smile. They intertwine hands, Harry’s ring clad fingers slotting through hers. He waves to the fans, giving them his charming breath taking smile, the crowd immediately going wild. 

He walks confidently, his shoulders held high and Y/N watches him act so naturally around the cameras. A few paps get to close, calling of their names out for pictures. Y/N slightly shrieks when she feels a hand grab her elbow, catching Harry’s attention instantly. She tugs her hand out of the person’s hold as Harry turns around. 

His expression is deadpan, lips set into a firm line and green eyes a shade darker as he stares at the pap who tried to grab her for a picture. “Think yeh’re gettin’ a bit handsy there, mate,”He says in a tone she’s never heard before, always use to him being so polite despite people being rude.

“Was just trying to get a picture, mate,” The pap says in a slightly mocking tone, causing Harry to clench his jaw. 

“Yeh didn’ have t’ put yeh hands on the lady,” He says, trying to keep his cool and the pap just raises his hands up in defense, shrugging his shoulders.

“Harry, it’s okay. I’m okay,” Y/N says, grabbing his face to make him look at her, immediately calming him down when she gives him a soft smile.

“Yeh sure?” He asks with certainty. 

Might have been a bit scary, but Y/N felt okay since Harry was with her the whole time.

“I’m fine. Promise.” She says again.

He gives her a thoughtful look before going behind her, his chest pressed against her back. “I want yeh t’ walk in front of me,” He whispers in her ear, “Walk in front o’ me an’ look down so the cameras don’ get in yeh eyes.” 

Y/N nods, feeling much better this way with Harry’s arms around her in a protective manner. The whole time she didn’t look up, trusting Harry to guide her with him behind her. She feels one of Harry’s arms lift up to wave to the fans, saying hello or how are yeh love which causes them to squeal happily.

Once they reach other cast members and crew, they all take a few pictures together. Harry steps out for a few to show Y/N where Jeff and his mom was. He greets his mom with a kiss to the forehead and a hug. He greets Jeff and Glenn with a hug as well while Y/N hugs Anne happily.

“Yeh gonna be okay with mum?” He asks Y/N and she nods reassuringly. 

“Yes, I’ll be fineeee,” She says, kissing his cheek before pushing him away. “Go take pictures with the cast now, talk to the fans, sign their things. I’ll be okay here.”

Harry scoffs, “Already tryin’ t’ get rid o’ me, pet.”

Y/N giggles with a nod, “Mhm, now go! I’ll see you inside.”

Harry walks away but not before turning his head to look at her with a charming smile. He blows her a kiss which she pretends to catch, making him wink and her giggle under her breath. 

“Love yeh!” He calls out, not caring it there were people around.

“Love you too, doofus,” She answers back with a chuckle.

Anne watches the whole exchange, eyes gleaming with happiness because of how proud she was and how happy he was with Y/N. She wouldn’t ask for anything more. 

“That boy is absolutely smitten with you,” She says to Y/N, squeezing Y/N’s shoulder. 

Y/N smiles at Anne, resting a hand on top of her’s before looking back at Harry who was laughing at something a fan said. He looked so happy. “I’m absolutely smitten with him too.”

During the movie, Y/N sat next to Harry with Anne on his other side. Y/N’s right hand is intertwined with Harry’s, his left arm resting around her shoulder. She plays with the rings on his fingers nervously as they stare at the screen intently. 

They were at the  part where the men were hiding in the boat, Harry’s character angrily speaking to the other and accusing him of being a spy. She flinches when bullets go off, the sound being super loud. She was the freaking sound technician, she knew this was coming. 

However, she feels Harry’s hand rub up and down her arm in a soothing manner and he presses a kiss on her head.

“S’okay, love. ‘m here.” He assures. 

She smiles at his words and squeezes his hand to let him know that she heard him and knew, that he was always going to be here.


I think there was only going to be two parts to this story. sorry for no smut lmao. I didn’t think that would fit for this story. Promise the next story will be smutty haha ;) Thanks for reading y’all!

oh btw, I had to search that joke up bc i fucking suck at jokes lmaooo so sorry if its cheesy 

also ignore any typos, i skimmed through. i’ll fix them later

dammit i wanted my first fanart of my angry trash son to be cool and intimidating and feature a lot of explosions or something, not This


And with you Tarjei, that’s been so close to your character, how’s it been ? Are you a little tired or… ? How’s it been ?



“I can’t sleep, H. Will you sing to me?”

Harry’s arms tighten around him, a signal that he’s going to heed Louis’s request. (As if he wouldn’t.) Louis snuggles further into Harry’s bare chest, if it’s possible. He loves feeling the soothing vibration of Harry’s vocal chords when he sings.

“Looks like we made it, look how far we’ve come my baby,” Harry starts softly, and Louis smiles to himself. This is one of Harry’s favorite songs to sing to him, and one of Louis’s favorite to hear. It describes them so perfectly, their battle against a homophobic world and industry and their eternally enduring love for each other.

“You’re still the one I run to, the one that I belong to, You’re still the one I want for life.” Harry has coupled his crooning with gentle strokes along Louis’s back, and Louis can finally feel himself dozing.

He feels safer here, in Harry’s arms, in their bed, than anywhere else. Harry’s presence always calms him, which is useful on nights like tonight, when he’s exhausted but his mind is racing.

“You’re still the one that I love, the only one I dream of, you’re still the one I kiss,” Harry pauses to press a kiss to Louis’s hair, “Goodnight…”

Louis listens to Harry sing about beating the odds and going strong despite peoples’ doubts, and it isn’t long before he slips off into a sweet dream.

Lights on||Spencer Reid Imagine

Originally posted by imaybeobsessed94

Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader

Word Count: 2292

Summary: You and Spencer Reid have had this flirtation, and are kinda together Reid doesn’t really know how to handle it.  

Warnings: alludes to sex, closest you can get to smut without it being smut, major sweet fluff

Note: I really like to base my imagines on songs lol this one is based on “Lights on” by Shawn Mendes. But also basically just Illuminate lol. 

I wanted to make this point before you read the imagine. In this, Spencer was not a virgin when he met the reader. It doesn’t really say one way or another in the show, but Reid is smart and cute. He’s 37 now, so I doubt in all  his years that no girl at all would have come on to him and he wouldn’t do nothing about it. We aren’t told all that much about character’s personal lives until it pertains to case like Rossi’s first child with his first wife. 

The reader is a member of the BAU


You had been a member of the team for a little over a year. You were in a much different place today compared to when you had joined. Everyone was so kind to you. You seemed to just fit with the small family. You had grown a lot because of them.

When you joined the team, you were engaged to someone who was very emotionally abusive. You were fairly new to town and didn’t really know anyone. You felt so alone.

Little by little, you opened to everyone. Emily had encouraged you leave your fiancée, and JJ gave you a place to stay. Garcia ate tubs of ice cream with you while watching cheesy chick flicks. Rossi had cooked for you to cheer you up. Morgan was just his charming flirtatious self that gave you a major confident boost. You even agreed to join Hotch jogging twice a week which got you out and motivated. As for Reid. Well Reid was there for you in a way you couldn’t really put into words. You were so grateful for all of them.

This morning you woke up in Spencer’s apartment to an empty bed. It wasn’t unusual for Spencer to get up earlier than you to get dressed before you saw him. At first, you didn’t understand why he did it, but you understood now that he was insecure about his body. He didn’t want you to see him, even though you had always insisted he was perfect to you.

The first time you had slept together, you were both on such a high from finding kidnapped children alive. It was all in the moment. Afterwards, Spencer told you that it was a mistake. You felt awful thinking that you hadn’t been good enough for him. You learned later, that all though it wasn’t his first time, he was concerned about not being good enough for you because he was inexperenced. He had left while you slept before the two of you could really talk about what had happened

You weren’t sure where you stood with him for another two weeks when you found yourself stumbling into a bed with him while on a case. You were glad that it was more than a one time thing. You had really grown to like Spencer over your time knowing him. Personally, you thought there was potential for something between you two. He, on the other hand, seemed to think that what you to were doing was no strings attached. Neither of you ever brought it up in fear of discovering that you wanted different things from on another.

Most of time you actually spent “home” instead of away on cases, you spent sleeping in each other’s bed. More often than not, the two of you spent your nights together. You had a drawer and a toothbrush at his place and he had one at yours. Of course, the rest of the team didn’t know any of this. It just wasn’t something that you and Spencer really talked about sharing with everyone else because you really weren’t together, but you were and that was just the way you left it. You were okay with what he was able to give you.

You sat up in the bed holding the blanket over. It was an October morning, and there was chill in the room. You looked around trying to find something to put on. By the door, you spotted Spencer’s t-shirt from yesterday. He didn’t wear t-shirts on any other day than the weekends, but he had changed when you guys got home from your case stating he was tired of the button up.

It surprised you that he hadn’t picked it off the floor already. He was always so neat. Sometimes, you thought that in order to feel comfortable he needed to pick things up. Often you would try to keep that in mind and picked up after yourself, but you were occupied last night and didn’t get the chance.

Carefully, you went to the shirt and pulled it over your bare skin. The fine material felt amazing on your skin. Wearing just his shirt, you walked out of Spencer’s room to his kitchen where you saw him leaning over the counter reading a newspaper and sipping his coffee. This really wasn’t a rare sight, but the glasses that he had perched on the bridge of his nose were. You knew he wore contacts, but you had never seen him in glasses before. It was definitely a sight that you were enjoying. You wouldn’t mind waking up to this every day you thought to yourself.

You walked over to him wrapping your arms around his waist. Your front was pressed to his back securely. For a brief moment, you felt his muscles tense before he eased back into his relaxed stance. As you held him, you looked at the newspaper over his shoulder.

“Are you really reading the sports section?” you were startled to see a picture of last night’s game in his hands. He laughed as he set the paper down on the counter and turned around. His arms wrapped around your waist automatically.

“I was actually,” Spencer said ducking down to press a small kiss to your nose. The gesture caused the small grin painted across your face to grow.  “Last night, I told Morgan I was going to the game to get out of going out for drinks with him. It shocked him, but he told me to tell him how it went.”

You let out a hearty chuckle at the man standing before you. Of course, there was more than meets the eye to his reading. You didn’t expect him to actually read the sports section for the enjoyment of it. As much as he loved reading and learning new things, he didn’t really have any desire to follow sports.

“Why did you need an excuse?” you said. You were looking into his eyes that were searching yours.  You had a feeling you knew the answer. He didn’t want to tell Morgan the truth. He didn’t want anyone to know about the two of you. His forehead creased as he seemed to be thinking deeply about something.

“I couldn’t let him know that I had other plans with someone else,” Spencer said. “He would have told me to cancel because he and I haven’t gone out in a while. I couldn’t break his heart by telling him he wasn’t the most important person in my life anymore.”

“Oh, he’s not?” you said with a joking tone. There is a part of you that was surprised by his answer, but you were happy about his reasoning. This chest shock with a chuckle that you could feel because of the way you were standing.

“Nope, I have someone else that is far more important,” He said. A large grin stretched across his face. “Don’t tell her I said this, but I really like her. She’s got the most gorgeous smile, and I can’t keep a smile off my face when I think about being able to come home after work to her. All day, I can’t wait to be with her.”

A smile grew on your face. It was timid, but he noticed it. He licked his lips. He was watching you as you looked down at the ground between you two. He took one of his hand off of your waist and brought it to your cheek. His touch was gentle, but you did look up at him.

“I have to get dressed for work,” you whispered. You pulled away from him and he dropped his grip on you. You were brought to the reality of your situation. You weren’t with him. He wasn’t yours and you weren’t his. You turned and walked back to his room to grab clothes so that you could shower.

“I’ll see you at work,” Spencer said as you were about to walk into the room.

“Yeah, I’ll see you there,” you said.

When you got to work, Spencer was already at his desk doing paper work. JJ was with him sitting on the side of his desk. She was talking to him about something, but you were too far away to hear what they were saying. He didn’t notice you walking in, but JJ did.

“Hey, Y/N,” She said waving to you. She stood up and made her way towards you. You wrapped your arms around her. From over her shoulder you saw Spencer watching you two. Morgan walked up behind him and said something causing him to jump. You didn’t see what happened next because you pulled away to address the question JJ had asked you.

“I don’t think I have any plans for tonight,” you said trying to catch a glance of the two men over her shoulder. “I was kinda planning on going home and making pasta and watching tv all night.”

“Well, Garcia, Emily and I were planning on going out for drinks,” JJ said smiling at you.

You just nodded with an uh huh. Truth be told, you were really paying attention, and JJ totally knew that. She had seen the way you looked at Reid, but she wanted you to bring it up. She continued to talk to with the knowledge that you had zoned out.

“So, you’re willing to go out with us tonight,” she said. A smile overtook her face.

“What?” you said snapping out of your Reid induced daze. “I’m busy tonight. I have to go visit my mother.”

She starred at you knowing you had just lied to you. Not only did you mother live far away from here, but your story had changed in the past five minutes. At that moment, Morgan parted ways from Reid, and Reid got up from his desk. He headed toward you two.

“Y/N, can we talk?” he spoke calmly. JJ smirked as she gestured from him to you. She walked away without a word, her heels clicked away.

“What is it?” you said. Never before had Spencer asked to talk with you like this. It was out of character and really concerned you. You didn’t want to even think of all the reasons this could be happening, but your mind wandered over the whole scene that placed out between him and Morgan earlier. You wondered if he was going to break off what you two had.

“Can we talk in the kitchen?” He said with an even voice. You nodded, and made your way to the kitchen together.

He went to the coffee machine and poured himself a cup. You brought the sugar packets to him. He nodded a thank you, silently he dumped packet after packet into his mug. You sat down at one of the tables in the room and watched him dreamily. Two heartbeats later, you cleared your throat drawing his attention to you. He kept rubbing his hands on his pants switching his coffee from hand to hand.

“I think we need to talk about what we are,” He said clearly. Your heart stopped. Was he breaking up with you? Was this the end of your relationship?

“Okay, let’s talk,” you said quietly. He licked his lips looking down at his coffee.

“I want us to be together,” he said. “I want to be with you at work. I want to be with you on cases and when our friends ask us to go out after a case. I want to take you on dates and go to 6 hour long Russian films with you. I want to spend holidays together. I want to love you in front of all of our friends. I want to be with you at night in the dark, and I want to be with you during the day with the lights on. I just want to be with you all the time, and it’s driving me crazy. I’m not this person. The person that goes crazy about a girl, but here I am practically begging you to be with me. Y/N, please, be with me.”

His eyes held both anxiety and hope. He was practically begging you to say something. You were in shock. You had wanted him to say something like this for a while, but you had never expected him to actually say it. You stood up and took the few strides to get to the other side of the room.

You set your hands on his sides gently and pressed a kiss to his lips. You kissed him gently and carefully. He kissed you back in the same manner. When you pulled away, you looked at his face. He looked stunned which caused you to smile. Snapping out of it, he brought his lips to yours and returned the favor. His kiss was needy, but sweet. It was him in every way.

“I take that as a yes,” he said. A grin overtook your face. As you pressed another kiss to his lips.

Someone cleared their throat behind you two. You turned to see a smiling half of the team. Penelope, Emily and JJ stood in the door way waiting for one of you to speak up.

“Hey guys,” you said awkwardly releasing your hold of spencer. “Spencer and I are together.”

You felt Spencer slide his hand into yours. The girls looked like they were about to laugh. Garcia had a wide grin while. Emily and JJ looked at each other.

“We know,” Emily spoke up. You furrowed your eyebrows and turned to see that Spencer’s forehead had creased.

“You guys leave together all the time,” Garcia added.

“We were just wondering what was taking you guys so long,” JJ added. “We have a case.”

You looked to Spencer before he quickly pulled you along to the briefing room. No one said anything about your hand holding because everyone already knew.

neutralized rick x morty fic *dabs* woo

prompt: neutralized rick (edit by me: in an alternate dimension where the six hours didn’t wear off so quickly and jerry takes rick home woohoo)

The old, brain dead old man stumbles into the house, Jerry having fled the scene before anyone could catch him depositing a weird looking Rick at his ex-wife’s door. Rick looks around, his narrowed, lazy eyes dragging around the living room. It had been a long day, but somehow, Rick couldn’t remember most of it. In fact, he couldn’t remember much right now.

Morty marches into the room, looking annoyed and somewhat tired. “R-Rick! We- I, was up all night waiting up for you s-so Mom could rest easy knowing you got home safe!” The boy folds his arms, seething and lifting the corner of his lip to form a scowl. “J-Jeez Rick, I wanted one day to myself. ONE day!”

SSs... Sorry..”

Morty pauses. Sure, Rick had said sorry to him on multiple occasions, but none felt this sincere. Come to think of it, Rick looked strange, and not drunk strange. Morty approaches Rick and waves his arm in front of the old man’s face.

“Ghh- stopppit…” Rick murmurs, blinking both his eyes out of sync and drooling down his lips. His eyes really couldn’t keep still, could they?

Morty shakes his head and sighs, it seemed his ‘day off’ still wasn’t a day off. Even after all the family induced drama he’d had to deal with while Rick was out, it seemed he still had to take control of the situation… which, Morty didn’t seem to mind when it came to Rick. Rick was always in control, do this, do that… Morty liked these moments where he could finally be in charge. Taking advantage of the sick Rick, Morty points to the couch.

Go- go lay down, Rick,” He turns and walks off to the kitchen door frame, then peeks over his shoulder. “Is dad- is- is he gone already?”

“Yyyeah… he go go…” The unstable old man flops back onto the couch and allows a mass amount of drool to leak out onto the fabric. Morty sighs and walks into the kitchen, grabbing his phone, tapping in a few numbers and calling up Jerry.


After about half and hour of an explanation from his Father later, Morty figured he could really have some fun with this neutralized Rick. Not only would he be in charge for around another three hours, but he could really push the limits to what he could do here. He finds Rick, unmoved, still laying face down in the couch and he approaches him with a chuckle and a pat on the butt.

Rick startles and turns his head, watching Morty climb atop of his rear end.

Whh.. Wha. What… What’re you doing…” Rick mumbles out, tripping over his words slowly.

Morty pulls down the back of Rick’s pants and lowers his head, wetting his lips before lapping thin strokes of wet tongue between his brain dead grandpa’s ass cheeks. Upon hearing a low, unsure whimper and a jerk of Rick’s hips, Morty raises himself up and wipes his chin with the back of his wrist. 

“I-I’ll tell you what I’m doing, R-Rick, I’m uh- I’m- W-we’re gonna have a little fun, y’know? Gonna go on our own adventure, Rick!” Morty snickers at his words, shaking his head at himself. It was so easy to deceive this now helpless scientist, and the thought made his cock grow hard in his pants. Grunting, the boy unzips himself and pulls out his teenage dick, which had grown in size over the years that Rick had been in jail. How old was Morty now? 16? 17? Either way, he’d grown a shit of a lot, and so had his dick and confidence.

“Is gonna be fun?” Rick slurs out, eyes rolling in opposite directions. “I want- I want… I want that go-good stuff. Good times.”

Morty grabs the base of his dick and positions himself behind Rick, sliding himself into his grandpa’s tight hole slowly until he was balls deep with a groan. “Y-yeah, it- it’s pretty fun…. hoooh…”

Rick opens his mouth and makes a sharp grunt, his eyelids falling down halfway to meet his irises. It hurt a bit, but it hardly registered. Morty grabs Rick’s ass with both of his hands and begins fucking into his grandpa, rolling his own eyes back and letting his tongue loll out of his mouth in pleasure. It felt fucking amazing, Rick was so warm and tight around Morty’s dick, and he could definitely get used to this. Unfortunately, Morty could only stay mad at Rick for so long for sabotaging his day off, and Rick could only stay stupid for a few more hours. What a shame.

Morty leans over Rick’s lean back, inhaling the sickly sweet scent of sex and the smell of where his grandpa had visited earlier today. He groans, shutting his eyes and focusing on getting off. He wanted to cum inside Rick so bad, he wanted his grandpa to wake up with his ass sticky with jizz and realize how badly he had fucked Morty over for ruining his day.

“Uhnn… oooh… Rick!” Morty grasps his grandpa’s hips and slaps forward, burying his cock deep inside Rick’s ass, as far as it would travel, and blowing his load directly down into Rick’s cavity. He pants, reaching up and wiping the sweat off of his forehead, and grinning down at his used sex toy. “Hahah…” Morty chuckles, pulling out of Rick’s ass with a pop.

I’m honestly so tired of people trying to make Roman look like some asshole, when he isn’t.

Coming up with fake quotes, twisting the shit he says in his interviews, and making up bullshit, like saying that his promo from tonight was homophobic.

If you don’t like Roman that’s fine, more power to you. But stop stirring up bullshit and creating drama to justify your hate for him. Just dislike Roman and be on your way.