he's the same every night

My nighttime habit may have saved my life

This is a creepy experience by reddit user CarveAPumpkin

This happened two nights ago, so I’m still replaying it over and over in my head. I thought this would be a good place to share.  I’m a pretty predictable person, with a predictable schedule, so I’m not sure if this was a random occurrence or if someone knew my nightly routine.

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i ain’t even see The Night Of but I know for a fact that Riz Ahmed was better in it and more deserving of the Golden Globe than T Hiddles, and also Riz’s acceptance speech would have been straight fire instead of whatever that Mess was

see you later on ♡

Characters: Jimin x Reader, Jimin’s POV
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Summary: He saw you in the crowd, looking beautiful as ever. He looked at you, then looked away, sadly thinking to himself, “She’s just a fan.”
A/N: So, this based on a vine that I saw tonight on my newsfeed, I watched it for 15 minutes straight crying, and even though I’m not finished studying for today, I really needed to write this.

“Ready Jiminie?” Hobi said, giving me a light pat on the back. It was a routine, every night before a show; he asked me the same thing, and I would reply with a simple nod paired with a vague smile.

Of course I was ready, this was what I lived for. Performing. 

But there was something special about tonight’s show. It was my hometown. The people in the crowd felt a connection to me, and I could not let them down. I rolled my shoulders, trying to relax the nervousness that unwillingly filled my body. 

The curtains drew back, and blinding white lights focused on our forms, as if they were exposing our secrets to the crowd. A smile emerged on my face as I took in the marvelous sight before me. No matter how many times I performed, I would never get used to this. This experience of being cheered on, of being wanted, of being loved. It was what I had always dreamt of.

The music cued and our performance began, every lyric memorized, every motion flawless.  Soon all seven of us were in our own worlds, lost in the music and loving every second of the melodies, our own creation. My nervousness vanished, and the only thing pumping through my veins now was adrenaline.

As the music silenced for our individual talks, I turned to face the crowd. 

And that’s when I saw her.

Her hair was dark and long, framing her curved face exquisitely. It flowed over her shoulders in natural waves. Her jawline was soft, unlike all the females I was used to seeing. Her lips plump, curved into a beautiful smile. Her eyebrows perfectly arched, paired with eyes that were bright with excitement and happiness. The colours were difficult to determine at our current distance. I found myself staring and squinted at her, trying to distinguish the colour, but failing miserably.

Hobi Hyung nudged my side, signaling that our next performance was beginning. I glanced away from the beautiful stranger in the crowd and shook my head.

No, she’s just a fan.

As I continued to perform, I found my eyes drifting to her repeatedly. To see if she was enjoying herself. To see if she was okay. To simply see her for a moment longer.

As the night came to end, I glanced at her once last time. 

Forget about her Jimin, she’s only a fan, I chanted to myself over and over again. But for some reason, the words wouldn’t stick.

As I turned to leave the stage, I had only one regret.

 I wish I had seen the colour of her eyes.


“Jimin Hyung, I’m thirsty,” Jungkook whined, pulling my arm and leading me into a convenience store. What was with this kid and convenience stores? 

Jungkook went to the back and brought two bottles of banana milk. Any normal person would think that one was for him and the other was for me, but no, both of those bottles were for him to enjoy.

 “Would this be all for today, sir?” I looked up at the cashier, and my breath caught in my throat.

“Yes,” Jungkook replied for me, because it seems I had lost my voice. Only one thought was going through my head as her eyes met mine.

 Her eyes are brown.


did you enjoy it? I couldn’t leave you with a sad ending from that vine.

anonymous asked:

Newt x singer

Newt HC list

-Newt first met her at the Blind Pig one night. She was the new singer there, and when he laid eyes on her he was already smitten.
-But her voice is what seals the deal. It’s like a siren calling to him, and he’s instantly enchanted by her.
-He’d go every night with or without Jacob, because he couldn’t bare not hearing her sing.
-Eventually, he’d catch her eye as well, because he was always there in the same seat every night.
-One night after performing, she’d follow him outside and confront him about it.
-“What’s your name?”
-“Newt. Newt Scamander.”
-“Mr.Scamander.”
-Her voice alone was still like music when she said his name.
-Eventually, they’d both fall for one another, and Newt would always request a song before bed or even just while they relaxed in his case.
-He’d lay his head on her lap, and close his eyes as he enjoyed the soothing sound of her voice. It calmed whatever turmoil he felt.
-Newt loved her even more when he’d catch her signing to the occamys, and he’d stand there watching with a smile.
-And one night, while she’s singing to herself for practice, he joins in, pleasantly surprising her with how wonderful his own voice is.


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How could I not use this gif…lol
A Night Worth Waiting For

Word Count: 1832 words
Characters: Reader x Jumin
Genre: Daddy kink, NSFW
Header notes: Writing this was so incredibly fun! I don’t think I made it as dirty as it could have been but I’m slowly learning. Enjoy @brightandkawaii


You wrapped your arms around Jumin’s shoulders while he was at his desk writing some reports. Ever since this project started at the company, all he had time for work, work and more work. Despite sleeping in the same bed with each other every night, he felt like he was in another dimension separate to yours. In the first week, you were okay with his disconnected attention and little to none affection however as each week passed by, you grew more and more… unsatisfied. It hadn’t hit you until now but you realised that the both of you hadn’t done it for a while. You thought you would be able to hold it in until he was completely finished with the project but tonight you were feeling a bit needy.

Your arms which were wrapped around his shoulders tightened their grip and you whispered in his ear,”Do you want to come to bed with me?”
He continued to type on his computer and replied normally with no signs of emotion,”I’ll be there later, I still want to work.”
You were beginning to get frustrated at his lack of interest in you and although you didn’t show it on the outside, you really wanted him because it had been three weeks since you had last done it (yes you had been counting).
Once again you tried to get his attention by biting his ear but he just ignored it and continued to type at the speed of light. You didn’t want to seem too desperate for him but you couldn’t help yourself, you had to have it tonight.
For the last time, you tried to get his attention by whispering words into his ear. These were what you called your ‘secret weapon’ and it sure worked.
“Daddy,” you whispered in his ear and you noticed how his shoulders stiffened so you continued on,”Your baby needs help falling asleep.”

His hands stopped their furious typing and laid relaxed on the keyboard. Your face that was on buried in the crevice of his neck after enticing him with your words which took a while for him to understand. He abruptly stood from his desk which shook you off his shoulders. Jumin’s eyes met with yours and you were instantly drawn into them as they stared you down.
His mouth opened slightly,”What did you just say?”
Your heart pounded, his voice was deep and made you shiver at the sound. You looked down at the floor in an attempt to calm yourself but his hand grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at him. His eyes were demanding that you said what you did again.
You knew that the moment you opened your mouth, the rest of your night would be tough.

His tongue pashed around with yours as he pushed you down on the bed. He had carried you from the living room all the way to the bedroom, throwing away all his hopes of doing work because tonight he was determined to let you have no rest. As his tongue broke away from yours to give you just a second of breathing, he looked down at your eyes which were only centimetres away. You could feel your face flush as he began to look at all your features. You tried to block your face with your hands but he just pinned them above your head and began to kiss you passionately once again. His knee was pushing up between your legs, reminding you how much you wanted him.
“Jumin… I want you…” you whispered after he broke away to give you a breath but he didn’t answer even though it was obvious he had heard it. He only smirked as he lifted you up and placed you on his lap.
“You’ll only get me if you strip yourself,” he told as he attacked your neck with his kisses,”also you must not refer to me as Jumin. If you do, I’m stopping.”
You knew straight away what he wanted you to say and you listened to him,”Yes daddy.”
He only replied with a short good as he broke away from you and watched as you slowly unbuttoned the shirt you were wearing. It turned him on more because it was his shirt however he wouldn’t let it show. You tossed the shirt to the floor as you began to unclip your white bra however before you got to it, he got to it first.
“Daddy will help you,” he told as he undid the clip and cupped your breasts with his hands. His thumbs moved over your nipples slowly at first and then fastened, causing your voice to escape and get increasing louder. When they had hardened completely, he bought his mouth towards it while his thumb continued to play with one. All you could do was hold onto his pants which were underneath you and suppress your moans but with his knee constantly pushing up against the place in-between your legs, your moans were becoming more frequent. You moved your arms forward, resting your hands on his chest and pushing your breasts up against him as you looked into his eyes,”Daddy, your baby girl really wants you right now.”
He only sighed,”You’re a selfish girl aren’t you?”

Jumin suddenly pushed you down onto your back and began to remove the skirt you were wearing along the black lacy underwear you were wearing underneath. He traced down the side of your thigh and ran his tongue along the inside of the thigh. You were shaking because of the sensation he was giving you and soon he had pushed your legs up and inserted his tongue inside that place. A shiver was sent immediately up your spine as your hands went to go hold his head which seemed to be relentless in its action.
“Da-Daddy!” you cried out as you gripped his hair,”Daddy I’m going to-“
Your sentence was cut short as another moan escaped you lips. Following that, he finished up with one last lick and bought his head away from your snatch. It was still twitching when he was using a tissue to wipe his mouth and you couldn’t find the strength in your legs to shut them so they stayed open as if you were inviting him.
That you were.

“What do you want me to do now my little girl?” he whispered as he climbed over your legs and moved his face towards yours.
You leaned forward and swung your arms around his neck and asked him, extremely politely, to take off his clothes.
“Is my little girl embarrassed?” he chuckled in a deep tone which made your face flush,”Well if you’re asking so nicely, would you help me?”
You saw how his face was painted with mischief as he found joy in the naked you, stripping him. Nevertheless, you guided him back to sit on the bed as your hands ran down his chest and towards the buttons separating you and his bare skin. One by one you undid the buttons on his white shirt starting from the top while his arms pulled your head towards his neck. You could feel your face heating up even more as he whispered things into your ear that you would never imagine to come out of his cultured mouth and you struggled even more to undo the buttons. Soon enough, he took your hands and helped you in taking off his button up however the twist was that after undoing the buttons, you had to move your hands across his chest and slip the shirt off his shoulders. He smirked down at you as he enjoyed how flustered you were as you moved your hands across his bare skin.

“Now what about my trousers?” he whispered in your ear as he stretched his legs to the sides of you and released his grasp on your small hands. He was leaving this task completely to you but what surprised him the most was when you went straight for the belt with no hesitation. In stark contrast to your timidness at stripping his shirt earlier, you had new found motivation because you were getting closer to what you had wanted. The black belt came off and was thrown onto the floor as you immediately unzipped his trousers. Before helping him slip them off, you looked up at his smug face and smiled gently with no words said. That look you gave him set him off and he became hard almost instantly.
“Take them off,” he demanded as you listened and pulled them straight off, then followed his boxers. He pushed you backwards and reached into the cabinet next to his bed. Not to your surprise, he pulled out a condom and ripped it open. You giggled with delight as he placed the condom where it needed to go and felt the heat rushing all over your body. You stretched your arms out towards him and felt ecstatic as you whispered,”I’m ready daddy.”
Before you knew it, he had put it in and your back arched instantly. You cried out in delight as he had skipped the ‘slow and gentle’ part of sex and went straight to the ‘hard and dirty’.
He pounded you over and over, giving you no time to take a long breath. You swung your arms around him when you had the chance and constantly groaned in his ear,”Daddy, daddy harder please!”

He listened every time.

When you were reaching your climax, you were voicing your ‘status’ to him but at the very moment, he pulled out. You were absolutely dumbfounded when your legs were twitching but he had a smug look on his face.
“Your daddy is tired,” he told as he used his finger to gesture you over,”you know what to do.”
He laid down on the other side of the bed, with his erection standing tall. You crawled your way over with the place in-between your legs still twitching and positioned yourself on top of him. He gave you a little grin and you gave him a glance which oozed with sex appeal. Your face was flushed and lips were gleaming so despite his desire to do you himself, you had already let him enter you once again. You let out a little shout the first time he went in but as the thrusts piled up, you were trying your hardest to keep your voice in. When you were nearing your climax once again, your voice started to escape and you moaned loudly when you hit your peak, he hit his as well but tried not to show it on his face. He was the once that took himself out and both of you fell onto the bed with him wrapping his strong arms around your exhausted body. Jumin gave you a little nibble on the ear and complimented you.

“Daddy thinks you did a great job.”

Finding comfort

‘Please, Bern? You know it helps me’ Serena sounded terrified that Bernie would reject her request, that she had made a fool of herself. The always larger than life woman now seemed so small.
‘You know that I can’t say no to you. But I need to get a a cushion this time-my knees were killing after the last time’ Bernie smiled fondly at Serena as she rushed off to get what she needed. She popped her head round Jason’s door to say goodnight- he now insisted that she say goodnight to him in the same way as his auntie every night. He privately thought of her as his unofficial auntie, and it was fair to say that he had fallen in love with Bernie at the same time as Serena, although a very different kind of love. Specifically, that of football, pointless trivia and a good curry, Bernie’s best features according to him.
I’m the bedroom, Bernie stripped to her knickers and pulled on an enormous t-shirt for bed. Serena’s influence of her is evident as hangs up her trousers for work tomorrow and throws her shirt in the laundry hamper, both of which she would have happily let replace the carpet with the rest of her clothes in the past. After brushing her teeth, she began to moisturise her body with Serena’s cream, another habit which had rubbed of on her.
Serena was sat waiting for her on the bed, with a cushion placed between her legs on the floor. They both winced at the cracking of Bernie’s hip as she settled onto the floor, but soon relaxed into the familiar routine. Serena insisted on asking every night because she was scared that Bernie hated this, thought the practice abnormal. She’s never said the words, not since the first time. Even she found it strange that she found comfort in this.
'Ready, love? ’ Serena asked, and Bernie nodded, closing her eyes and leaning back.

Serena pulled the tie from Bernie’s hair, and began running the comb through her hair. She counted each stroke of the comb as she eased the tangles from her hair. Each night for the past three weeks she had done this. Bernie would allow her to brush her hair before bed, one hundred strokes of the comb each time. Serena would do this every night for years when Elinor was a child, as she had loved her mother playing with her hair. When Edward left, she would ask Serena to brush her hair, even though she wasn’t a little girl anymore, because it was comforting. Bernie understood why Serena found comfort in this routine, and she always felt relaxed after she was done.
When Serena had completed the hundred strokes, she began running her fingers through Bernie’s hair and separating the strands. She then began effortlessly twisting the strands into French plaits. As she tied off the second plait, she shuffled to the edge of the bed to rest her head against Bernie’s as she awkwardly embraced her from above. She lay a kiss into her hair, savouring the sweet fragrance. She offered a hand to Bernie, pulling her up so that they could get into bed.
They both settled into bed and Bernie lifted her arm so that Serena could rest on her chest. They lay in comfortable silence, with Serena being comforted by Bernie’s heartbeat.

Serena moved to get up, wanting to ask Bernie a question.
'As long long as you need it, love. One day, you might not need to do it, or we may still be doing this when we’re doddery old women, but it keeps you close to her. I will always give you what you need, maybe I’ll even grow my hair out. Never be afraid to ask me for something, especially when it brings you comfort’ Bernie said softly, running her finger through Serena’s own hair.
'And before you ask, I can practically hear your thoughts at night. ’ Serena smiled, glad that she never had worry about being herself with Bernie.

'Love you’
'Love you too’
They drifted to sleep as they always did, with Serena draped across Bernie, and their hands clasped together.

Hold Me // Spencer Reid

A/N: Here’s me being me again. I needed a break from all of the requests to write something purely mine and this is what came from it. I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: mentions of domestic violence, ptsd


“I love you so much.”

They were the same words he spoke every night as he watched her fall asleep, curled into his arms like the frail girl she was. His hands traced the curve of her back lightly, scared to make a sudden move that would send her spiraling into hysterics again.

She was broken, a beautiful glass figure that had been shattered to pieces by a man who had carelessly held on too tightly. She’d never been quite the same again and all Spencer could do was watch as she tried to pick up the pieces and make herself whole again. But like any true glass piece, there were shards that were simply gone once shattered- vanishing into thin air, and they left empty holes in her body where the cold draft filled her with a sense of emptiness, a cruel reminder of how hollow she was.

Spencer felt useless as he held her in his arms. He should have seen the signs. He should have noticed the way she cowered whenever someone raised a hand. He should have realized what was happening before it had been too late.

His heart had filled with irrevocable sadness when he received the phone call from the hospital. She had listed him as her emergency contact, him, not the other man. She had trusted so much in him to save her and he had failed.

He cried when he saw her bruised face. How anyone could ever do something so cruel to something so lovely was beyond him. How someone so beautiful could allow themselves to be treated in such a way, that he understood. He knew her better than anyone. He knew that deep beneath her smile was a sad being looking for validation. Looking for love.

If only he would have confessed his love to her before. Before she met that despicable man who turned her into his personal ragdoll. Before she had fallen so deeply into her own self-hatred to allow such a thing.

And so she whimpered as she lay next to him in his bed, images of the man’s violence still flashing vividly in her mind. They haunted her for days, the constant fear of him returning enough to make her lose sleep. She knew she was being irrational. He wasn’t coming back. Spencer had made sure of that.

He had sent Morgan himself to arrest him, sending the man to jail on charges of domestic abuse that he had no choice but to plead guilty to due to his previous records involving similar incidents. Spencer had felt a repulsion to the man. An incredible anger that would have led him to do something he would have regretted if he himself had gone after him.

She lay with him every night, her own body craving the safety he provided. She cringed away from all other touch that didn’t originate from him. Not even JJ, who’s whole being exuded a matronly comfort, was able to come near. She clung onto Spencer as if he was her savior, her lifeline that had only just barely reached her.

He didn’t complain. He didn’t force her to talk, to speak aloud the worry she held on her face. Instead he would simply arrive home with her favorite foods, a spark of excitement in her eyes for a mere second before it dimmed once again. They would sit and eat in comfortable silence, an understanding between them that some things were better left unsaid. Sometimes she would ask how everyone else was and he would fill her in on the team’s shenanigans. Sometimes her eyes would sparkle with amusement, other times she’d simply nod.

She lived most of her days in a limbo, existing only enough to do what was required of her. She had not gone back to work yet but Hotch had been understanding. He had sent her a gift with Spencer once, a journal and a fancy pen. She’d opened it to find a note written down.

For the things you need to release but can’t bear to say.

That small journal had been her second salvation. Spencer constantly found her curled up on the couch, fast asleep with it open in her lap. She’d nearly filled all of its pages and he felt a wave of relief flush through him. She was venting somewhere and that was good. It was healthy. It would help her healing process.

Every night she’d curl into him without a word, although he understood that she cared. She cared that he was there. There were times when he would be woken by her tight grip in the middle of the night, tears streaming down her face as she struggled against the feelings her own body raged against her. He would simply hold her against him, his long fingers stroking her skin comfortingly as she cried. They never spoke of it but she was grateful.

Tonight was different. There was a sense of serenity in her as she curled up in his bed. She dared to throw a leg over him, earning a small raise of an eyebrow from Spencer. This time she looked at him and smiled, a small smile that belonged to a girl who was only just beginning to love herself once more. He felt his heart flutter as he realized that the warmth in her eyes had returned, a sign of the girl she used to be. He wrapped his arm around her as they settled into their usual positions, the sense of familiarity between them enough to bring a small spark of comfort to both. He pressed his lips against her forehead in a tender kiss, smiling as he heard her sweet voice fill the space between them.

“I love you too.”

anonymous asked:

Okay good, can you do a imagine based of *Woke the Fuck Up - Jon Bellion* with dylan pls?

i’m so glad i got this request, this is one of my fav songs lmao. enjoy love !!

The lyrics assert that he wants to contrast his dream and wants his current love to understand all he wants and needs is her. In the middle of the night, he comes to the sudden realization that she is what’s missing in his life.

Dylan quickly opened his eyes, sitting up immediately. He was still breathing heavily from the dream he had just been dreaming, the same dream he had been dreaming every night lately. He quickly looked over at the clock who was hanging on the wall; trying his best to read what it said. “2 am,” He muttered and sighed.  

It was the night before NBK. At first, he thought he couldn’t sleep cause of just the thought of NBK would make his heart skip a beat and he had been waiting a whole year for this day. But after awhile, he quickly realized what the problem was. His dreams about you has been driving him crazy lately.

You were laying in your bed, sleeping peacefully when you heard a sudden knock on your window. You quickly opened you eyes only to see Dylan, your best friend of years, standing outside your window. You sat up and looked at him in confusion. You made your way to your window and slowly opened it, looking the boy in front of you in the eyes. “What the fuck are you doing here, Dylan? It’s like 2 am, you can’t be here now! You know that ,y parents gonna kill me if they find out you’re here!” You hissed at him. “We need to talk, y/n.” He told you seriously. “And it can’t wait until tomorrow? Like, you know, we’ll see each other at school like we everyday?” You asked and looked at him in frustration. He looked up at you before looking down at his combat shoes, sighing. “No, it can’t wait anymore y/n.” He muttered. “I’m pretty sure it can wait a couple of hours,” You said. “No! It fucking can’t, okay? God, just let me the fuck in so I can explain!” E hissed and looked up at you. You stood there quietly before opening up the window completely so he could climb inside.

“So, tell me what the fuck’s so important at 2 am?” You asked in frustration before turning around to face the much taller boy. But before you could do anything, you felt him press his lips against yours. At first, you were quite surprised. Never in a million years you would’ve thought he would do that, since you always thought he only saw you as a friend, nothing more. After a while he pulled away, keeping his forehead pressed against yours. “I’ve been so afraid to put myself out there,” He whispered as he placed his hands on your cheeks.  “But time’s running out so I guess I needed to do this.” You looked at him in confusion. You didn’t quite know what he meant by that. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You whispered. “I’m so sorry y/n, but I really can’t tell you,” He whispered. “Wait, what? So you’re just gonna come over to my house at 2 am, kiss me, tell me that time’s running out and then tell me you can’t tell me what that’s supposed to mean?” You asked in both confusion and frustration. “I’m sorry.” He said, making you shove his hands away. “No! You’re not just gonna leave me hanging like that!” You said and turned around so you weren’t facing him anymore.

“I love you, okay? I fucking love you so much y/n, I need you to understand that you’re all that I want and need!” He said in an higher voice, showing some anger. You slowly turned around once again and looked him in his eyes. His eyes quickly became much softer as he sighed. “I just really need to hear you say that you love me back, or otherwise I need you to know that time’s running out.” He whispered and looked down at his shoes once again.

After a while you took a step closer to him, bringing his chin up before pressing your lips against his. At first, you could tll he was a bit taken back by your sudden moves but quickly caught on. “I love you too Dylan. Oh boy, I love you so fucking much. But before we can go any further, you really need to tell me what’s going on,” You said after you pulled away. He smiled at you before nodding, grabbing your hands. “I promise I will. I’m gonna tell you everything, I just need to go over to Eric’s house before I can tell you anything, okay?” He whispered, making you nod. He smiled at you once again before kissing your lips one more time. “I love you.” He said, still smiling. You smiled at him before opening your mouth to speak. “I love you to, Dyl.” You whispered.

He quickly jumped out the window once again, making his way down to his car before driving off to Eric’s house.

Dylan couldn’t help but smile as he realized that you would finally make his life worth living.

{narusasu collab fic} “Birthday Boy”

A/N: @fangirlandiknowit101 and I have been trying to write a collaboration ever since she got this awesome pic from @maneki-n-e-k-o. So finally it begins! Dedicated to our precious duckbutt on his birthday <3.

Birthday Boy {a collaboration with @fangirlandiknowit101}

Naruto had scrupulously avoided using the word ‘birthday’. For all Sasuke knew, Naruto had forgotten all about it. It had been a mission and a half just to get Sasuke to agree to meet up at all; he would never have agreed if he knew that Naruto had a reason to make an even bigger deal out of the day.

He stood fidgeting by the station gates. If Sasuke had taken the correct train as instructed, he’d be here in less than 4 minutes (three and a half, actually). He shifted from foot to foot, balancing a salted-caramel latte in one hand and an iced chocolate frappuccino with extra cream in the other. He hoped Sasuke liked his drink; Naruto really wanted to share the wonder of Espresso House with him. Wanted to share lots of things, in fact. A ride around the harbour, exploring Old Town, walking across the countless bridges. He ran through his meticulously-planned out schedule once more. It was gonna be great. If only Sasuke was on time. If only Sasuke actually showed up.

Of course he’d come. Wouldn’t he?

Naruto hadn’t seen him since High School. He’d had to survive on photos from Itachi or Shisui’s facebook; the bastard didn’t have one of his own. Their universities were on opposite ends of Japan, but now here they were, both studying in Europe at the same time- it was fate! It’s just an hour flight to Stockholm, Sas, Naruto had begged. And so cheap! Just come over. I’ll show you around!

One minute left.

His fidgeting grew worse. Sasuke’s latte was getting cold. Jagged pieces of memory flitted through Naruto’s mind; feathery shivers ghosted up and down his arms. He held his frappuccino to his heated cheeks. Don’t blush in front of Sasuke, loser, Naruto told himself firmly. Look, we’re just friends, okay? That’s all we ever were. Don’t blow this chance.

Alright, it was time. Naruto plastered a smile onto his face and waited. And…waited. And waited some more.

…the train station wasn’t that big. Sasuke couldn’t have possibly gotten lost.

Right, he just missed that train, and he’s on the next one, Naruto thought. That was all. It wouldn’t be long and then Sasuke would be here, right in front of him, finally. Just wait a little longer. I’ve waited this long, haven’t I? I can survive another ten minutes.

…*cough* Okayyyy, over to you Emi~~ *blows kisses*. Ohhhh I wonder what you’ll write? And how we’ll find a way to make this NSFW-

This is just an insignificantly significant reminder that I love and respect Kim Seokjin in his entirety, everything he’s done for Bangtan, and the way he carries himself as a human being for both ARMYs and anyone around him.

anonymous asked:

Could you help me find a fic? I've read it last year and it had 2 chapters + on going. it was a kinda dark jungkook fic where he saw the same girl on the bus every day at night/evening. they talk and get close on the bus everyday but jk just wanted to get in her pants like every girls and he invites her to his home after they get out of the bus, and he f*cks her really hard, at first she enjoys it but then she ends up crying when he switches to anal ( i think ) 1/2

and he normally doesnt really care, he just gets the girls to like them and fuck them however he wanted and just push them out again, but for the first time he feels his heart aching for the girl in front of him crying because of him. He immediately pulled out and that was it.. the 2nd part ;; I know it was on going and i would love to keep reading it! I hope we can find it again, thank you for your help! 2/2


Holy shit that sounds intense ;; anyone remember reading this? 

-admin gilfairy

mustang-hawkeye17  asked:

Paint me

Slowly but surely, he carefully traced out his lines with the red, scarlet colour he knew so well.

The same colour that appeared in his dreams every night.

Most would see it as a warning, but Jellal knew better.

This was fate.

Again and again he painted the colour and incorporated it into mundane things, but this time was different.

In his new dream, there was a face.

A face he must have seen before.

The man immediately went to his oils to paint her, desperately wishing that the dream wouldn’t fade until he was finished…

~~~

How else would he remember?

Once, when he only remembered her name, that was what he held onto.

Even now, Erza could still hear those words and his footsteps into the prisoner’s carriage.

‘I’m sorry you were put there…’

Her hands carefully touched the glass separating them.

‘I’ll save you.’

~~~

The next morning, the painter still wasn’t finished, but he had a shop to run.

It was strange, how fast the day went by, and how it felt like time only passed when he was painting her.

Jellal couldn’t stop thinking about it.

~~~

'Don’t worry, I’m coming.’

~~~

At the end of the day, there was a silver earring on Jellal’s desk, right by his workspace.

He felt like it belonged, and smiled, finally remembering a guild, and a war, and everything she embodied.

~~~

Being Yixing’s girlfriend means
  • you’re always protecting him and making sure he gets enough sleep even if it means laying in bed with him and pulling him back whenever he tries to leave
  • his laugh is so cute that you literally make it your ringtone and he thinks it’s embarrassing but then you tell him that it makes you smile and you love it and he gets all happy and giggly
  • “xingxing where’s the scarf i made you?”
  • “i lent it to chanyeol last week because he was cold but he said it blew away because the wind was so strong”
  • “yixing he’s lying”
  • “what”
  • “he probably lost it”
  • “oh–i’m sorry baby”
  • “no it’s not your fault. i’m gonna kill chanyeol”
  • he calls you at the same time every night even if he’s super busy because he likes hearing your voice and he likes telling you all about his day
  • he’s a completely open book like he believes in total honesty with you because since you two spend so much time apart because of his crazy schedule he wants you to feel at ease
  • so he just tells you everything like what he had for lunch and how many hours he slept and if he hurt himself because he knows it’ll only worry you more if he doesn’t tell you
  • he says i love you at the end of every conversation you have like he never wants to leave you without saying i love you
  • because he wants you to always remember that he loves you
  • honestly that’s his greatest concern but you never worry about it because he shows it every day and his love just warms you up and makes you feel whole and safe
  • he likes to take you on cute dates like to go hang out with puppies or ride bikes through the park or anything else to make you smile
  • he jokingly calls you his wife like if you tell him that he should wear more layers because it’s cold out he’ll immediately do what you say and be like “i don’t wanna worry my wife”
  • but honestly for him it’s not really a joke like he can’t imagine his life without you and for him marrying you is just something that will eventually happen

Headcannon:

Scorpius had nightmares for weeks after they stopped Delphi and went back to the (correct) present.

Every night he had the same dream of being in the lake, but being completely alone. He waits for Albus but he never surfaces.

It’s not Voldemort or Umbridge that scares him the most in this dream though.

Its him being totally and completely alone because Albus doesn’t exist.

And one night, Albus stays up in the dorm to do some extra studying, and he hears crying from the bed next to his.

He investigates and finds Scorpius crying his eyes out because he can’t take it anymore. He’s so afraid that he’s going to lose Albus again.

So Albus climbs into the bed with him and hugs him tightly until they both fall asleep.

Imagine Garry as Ib's babysitter
  • Garry singing Ib to sleep. Also Garry accidently waking her up and singing in panic to hopefully make her fall asleep again.
  • She asks him to read the same story every night, Alice in Wonderland. He doesn’t seem to mind at all. Ib loves it because he does voices as the characters when he reads. Garry doing voices, I repeat Garry doing voices.
  • The two of them making pancakes in the morning. Ib accidently drops an egg on the floor and feels bad for it. “Nono, Ib, it’s ok! Don’t worry about it.” Garry drops an egg on purpose to make her laugh. Also Garry saying Whoopsie Daisy.
  • On fridays he brings macarons for breakfast even though her parents are very strict with sweets on weekdays. “Just don’t tell your parents.” Her parents doesn’t suspect a thing.
  • Garry styling her hair in the morning aka Garry playing hairstylist. “Now, what would the young lady like today? Pigtails? Yes, pigtails it is then!”
  • Garry walking her to school and acting like a total big brother or parent when leaving her. “Did you remember your lunchbox? Your bag? Your homework? Perfect! And Ib, if those bullies do anything mean to you again, you have to tell me. Promise? Ok, of you go! I’ll pick you up when school ends!” Also Garry giving Ib the biggest smile before leaving and giving the bullies a death stare.
The Devil you know//STARTER Amnesia!Lucifer

The man couldn’t explain his odd dreams, not when they always felt far too real and part of him felt a sense of familiarity to the scenes that folded out before him. Every single night he would have the same dream, a taller man with dark hair and a suit would face him as he himself looked out at the man from behind steel bars. After weeks of the same nightmare, night after night of the same image, it was different that evening for him as this time the guy called him Lucifer.

Nick remembered the conversation so clearly it was almost as if he had actually truly heard it, the man telling him he was going to rot in a cage but he could somehow tell that the person in question didn’t want to mean their words, that there was hesitation behind the hazel eyes. Nick woke up with sweat covering his brow as he once again tried to continue without thinking on the strange dream, arriving to work early as usual and sitting at his desk in the Police Office sorting through files when he heard a call come in on his intercom. “DI Monroe, we have two FBI agents here asking about the mutilation cases. Shall I tell them to come up to your office?” Sharon asked him kindly as he listened carefully to her words as he kept his coffee mug to his lips before taking a sip. “Let them in, I’m not too busy at the moment anyway.” He just had a couple of unexplained murders on his hands, but yet somehow even after all the work he had on his shoulders he was still being called to talk to stuck up big-shots from Washington.

wonderreads  asked:

Hi! I just got a young leopard gecko about two weeks ago. He seems to be adjusting to his surrounds okay but he gets very scared the few times we have attempted to pick him up. Whats the balance between getting them used to you and giving them space?

The best thing I find to help with taming is routine.

If you feed and water at the same time every night, of if he is not eating every night if you just sit by his enclosure with your hand in there for 5 minutes or even just sit by his enclosure and do something like sit on your phone if he is really skitty; he will quickly get used to the fact that you are the bringer of food and potential freedom rather than a big scary predator. He will start to walk over and onto your hand and at that point you can scoop him up.
It can take a good few months before they are totally happy with being scooped up, it’s all about patience and perseverance.

The trick is never to force handling. Eventually he will come to you. Some people just go in a pick them up and let them freak out, then eventually they don’t freak, but I am an advocate of building trust over time rather than forcing things on our terms. Leos are still wild animals at heart; it goes agianst all their instincts to trust us so I feel we should let it be on their terms.

Almost all my leos are at the front of their tubs when they see me coming to see to them in the evenings. They know that I am their ticket to a wander and a head scratch…also the food. Haha.
I currently have over 30 and only 3 really do not like being handled, to the point that they will just bite me, so I just let them walk around on the bed while I read or watch TV then I quickly scoop them back into their tubs.

Te Amo.

“Why is this language so hard?” Erik had his head lying in your lap with his Spanish dictionary propped up so he could read. It was the same position you found yourselves in every night for the past week as he tried to conquer the new language. With you being as fluent as you were, you figured it would be easy to teach your boyfriend all that you knew.

Wrong.

Most of the time Erik didn’t even want to bother learning the words that truly mattered like how to hold a basic conversation with someone, types of foods, etc. The only thing he wanted you to teach him was things relating to football.

That wasn’t the purpose of your teaching so you were trying to steer him now to learning pieces of clothing.

“La falda. What is that, E?” You repeated the phrase and pushed the dictionary down so he wouldn’t be able to read for the answer but instead having to rack his brain to remember. You all had discussed various words last night but he was barely listening at the time, too engrossed in the chips he was stuffing down his throat.

“Heck if I know. What is it?” He peered up at you waiting for an answer as you rolled your eyes. “A skirt!”

“Oh…” He picked the book back up and began flipping pages in search of something. “Cómo se dice ‘I take off your skirt every night?‘”

You playfully slapped his hand, causing him to chuckle. “No. I’m not teaching you that. Come on. Be serious! My parents are visiting in a few months and you know they prefer to speak in Spanish. I want you to be able to communicate with them. This is important to me.” You put on your puppy dog pout in hopes it would get Erik to take this all seriously. You knew it was hard to learn another language having done it yourself.

“Alright, alright. But can I get a snack first?”

“Cómo se dice ‘chips’?”

“Patatas fritas!” He excitedly answered knowing that he knew at least one of the answers to your questions. “I’ll be back.” He placed a gentle kiss to your forehead and ran off into the bedroom rather than the kitchen.

You frowned, confused but shook it off and picked up the book he left behind, searching for the next word to try to teach him. There were so many but you searched for the most useful. It seemed to be taking Erik a lot longer to grab a bag of chips than you would expect it to.

“Erik? Babe? Everything okay in there?”

You heard hurried footsteps coming in your direction at that time. “Yeah. I just can’t find the chips.”

“Uh…they’re not in the bedroom, love,” you giggled. “They’re on the counter in the kitchen.” As soon as you said that, he rounded the corner with a mischevious grin on his face and his cheeks rushing with color.

He ignored your statement and spoke with a smirk, “Cómo se dice ‘Quieres casarte conmigo’?” You scrunched up your face and chuckled once again. “Babe, it’s already in Spanish…” You hadn’t even realized the words he spoke until you ran them back in your head.

Wait…

Your eyes bugged open. “Do you know what you just said, Erik?”

An all-knowing nod and smirk remained on his face. “I know.”

“Oh my God!” You watched stunned as he dropped down to one knee in front of you, pulling a black ring box from his pocket and opening it to reveal a stunning white diamond ring with a small band. “Should I repeat it in English too?”

You shook your head in refusal though you knew you’d probably have him repeating it over and over later tonight just to relive the moment. “No, no. I’m saying yes! Yes!” Tears ran down your cheeks as your mind continued to process the scene in front of you. It was such a simple proposal but one you would have never expected.

“Say it in Spanish,” he jeered with a smile.

“Sí!” You began to repeat ‘yes’ as Erik slid the diamond ring onto your appropriate finger.

“Bésame,” he commanded, raising his head to give you ample access to his lips and you couldn’t help but break into a full on smile before attacking his lips with love.

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tattoo artist!calum who comes by the coffee shop you work at at exactly 6:15 every evening just before his shift at the parlor starts, and orders his usual coffee that he always takes black. but he switches up his order with a different sandwich or pastry every night. and he sits at the exact same booth by the cafe window as he looks out at all the other city lights. and sitting behind the counter, you cant help but admire esch and every intricate design that swirls up the length of his arms. but when you’re not looking, calum cant help but sneak a glance at the gorgeous barista who always makes his coffee the exact way he wants it and hands it over with the warmest smile. and it would take months till he actually builds up the courage to approach you, not to order, but to ask “if you’re free at 8:00 this friday night” so he can take you out for some dinner.