homemade forts

I want a girl that’s okay with silly dates. Dressing up and going to a fancy dinner is fine but I want a girl who’d be ready to go to the arcade at 4pm on a Thursday just because it’s there. I want a girl who’d go on NYC tour buses and act like a complete tourist with me. I want a girl who’d go to the movies with me and watch the newest Pixar films even if we’re the oldest people there. I want a girl who’ll go to the amusement park with me. I want a girl who considers playing wii sports all day a date. A girl who doesn’t need fancy dates, expensive nights and money to have fun. I want a girl who won’t complain about having dominoes for dinner because I can’t afford a fancy restaurant. I want a girl who’ll text me date ideas that include carnivals or karaoke night. I want a girl I’ll have fun with. I want a girl who won’t mind staying in all night watching movies together in a homemade fort. I want a girl who’ll cook meal with me but when we burn it we will look at each other and we know to order Chinese food. I want a girl who won’t give up on me because I’m broke, but when I want to spoil her I want her to let me. I want that girl.

anonymous asked:

Aomine, Kagami, Takao, Himuro, Izuki, Nijimura,  Kasamatsu, and Mayuzumi's reaction to them coming home from work and finding their s/o and 5 yr old son sleeping inside the pillow fort they built while waiting for them to return.

Kagami: Standing in the doorway to the living room for a few seconds, he only stares at the sight in front of him. Everything feels completely innocent and sweet in that moment for him as he takes a mental image of his lover and his son napping peacefully together.

Izuki: His heart practically skips a beat when he sees the two of you sleeping underneath the homemade fort. Taking out his phone, he snaps a few pictures to keep for himself. He would’ve gone undetected too, if not for the flash and shutter sound of his phone’s camera app.

Aomine: There would be no way he would pass up the opportunity for a quiet afternoon with the two of you so, despite there being no cushions on it anymore, he lays back on the couch. It isn’t long enough before he can hear his son stirring awake, the fort tumbling to the ground as he kicks at the cushions.

Kasamatsu: There’s the faintest of smirks on his face as he sees the both of you sleeping soundly underneath a fort made of pillows and blankets. He still has some work around the house to do, but before he goes he turns on a fan and faces it in your direction so you both don’t overheat.

Takao: Half of him wants to jump straight into the pillow pile with the two of you, but the other half of him wants to keep the peace and cherish this moment for the rest of his life. Eventually he decides on the former, taking a running start to leap into an empty spot next you the both of you.

Himuro: A little sad that he’d kept the two of you waiting for so long, he strides over to your side and wakes you up my pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. Neither of you want to wake up your son though, instead opting to watch him rest as the two of you relaxed in this rare moment of silence.

Mayuzumi: He almost doesn’t notice when he walks into his home for the first time. He’s able to walk almost completely through his entire house before he realizes he hadn’t been greeted yet. When he finds the two of you, the thought of a nap is so inviting that he quietly lays on the couch beside the fort.

Nijimura: This couldn’t be good for either of your backs, right? As gentle as he’s ever been, he picks up his son and carries him carefully back to his room and places him in his bed. By the time he returns to the fort, you’re already awake and groggily rubbing at tired eyes, a smile on your face.

Marichat May: Sleepover




This, Chat decided, was magical. Pupils huge from excitement and wonder, Chat wiggled about, snuggling up in the blankets, pillows, and sheets Marinette brought up. He nestled into them till he he was covered and hidden. And over him was the homemade fort he and Marinette made together. And this, this was magical and amazing and he really wondered why he never thought to do this before.

He was never leaving.

He lived here now.

“Ok!” Marinette called out, “I got cookies!”

She wiggled her way in, pausing when she saw green eyes peering at her from under blankets she had piled up on the floor. Eyes of a very excited cat.

Rolling her eyes, Marinette humored, “Oh my, I wonder where Chat went?”

Chat in turn wiggled, delighted and amused.


She couldn’t see him.

He was a master at hiding.

Now, he can live here in secret and never be found!

Serendipity: Chapter Seven

Jungkook x Reader (Wolf AU)

Seven: Intruders

Author: Lee

Word Count: 2,171

One / Two / Three / Four / Five / Six / Seven

After a day full of staying at home and doing a bunch of silly things with Jungkook, I finally found it in myself to close my eyes and try to sleep. The day had been great - amazing, even. Jungkook tried to teach me how to dance, helped bake sweets, and even got me to sit down and watch a two hour long movie with him. I usually despised doing two of the three by myself, but with him it was much more fun and enjoyable. We spent the day being two young, stupid adults who still wished to be children.

We didn’t fall asleep in the most comfortable place, but even so I felt more at peace there than in my own bed. With only a thick single comforter, a sheet and a couple of pillows from the couch, Jungkook and I designed our own fort. The white sheet was stretched out above us while different, heavy household items kept it in place.  We laid the comforter down so the floor wouldn’t be as harsh, but it was probably going to make us ache the next day anyway. It was summer, so there was practically no need for a blanket - it would just get kicked off in the middle of the night regardless. I was pressed up against his chest, feeling him move with each inhale and exhale.

He, unlike myself, didn’t have any problems falling asleep. There was nothing in particular that was keeping me awake, either, my mind just refused to rest. I debated on getting up to get a glass of water, knowing that Jungkook wouldn’t stir from his incredibly deep sleep if I did. Though, for a person having trouble sleeping, I didn’t have enough energy to walk a couple rooms over and get a drink. Perhaps that was for the best.

The almost inaudible sound of a door creaking open put me on alert, forcing me to subconsciously grip onto my sleeping boyfriend. If I wasn’t up, the sound would have gone completely unnoticed - it was that quiet. Small, almost silent noises of what sounded like someone walking on the hardwood floor with socks on came next. I knew there was an intruder in the house now, and there was no way they wouldn’t notice the giant, homemade fort in the center of the room.

I tried to shake Jungkook, not daring to say anything to alert them that I was awake. He was still sound asleep, he didn’t even feel my attempts to wake him. I tried pinching him next, thankfully getting a reaction out of him. I did it again and again until he stirred and finally woke up. He almost said something until he sensed what was going on, turning to the spot where I heard the footsteps. Somehow, he knew that someone was in the house and he knew exactly what was going on - I suppose it’s a perk of being a werewolf.

That’s when he turned to me and whispered, “Hide”.

In an instant, the room filled with ear-splitting growls, barking, and thrashing. It was like having pit tickets to Jungkook and Yoongi’s fight, just more terrifying. I listened to Jungkook, darting in the opposite direction, towards the backdoor. There was a walk in pantry a few feet away from the exit, giving me a place to hide that could provide me with an easy escape. Before I even reached the oak door, however, I was surprised to find that there was more than one intruder. To put it in even simpler terms, there was another werewolf in the house, and it was targeting me.

Instinctively, I went for the gun on the wall to try and protect myself since I knew I couldn’t outrun it. Just as I grabbed the barrel of the rifle, I felt a painfully sharp sensation pull my leg away from the wall. The teeth that sunk into my leg were quick to release, eager to relieve me of the only weapon in the house with one swift swipe of its muzzle. I cried out in pain, trying to get as far away from the wolf as I could, dragging myself backwards until my spine hit the back door.

The unknown wolf emitted a deep growl that was so powerful that I could feel it in my chest. The light from the moon outside illuminated the eyes of the canine, revealing the deep orange-colored orbs that were angrily staring back at me. Thrashing and growling still came from the other room, but between the wolf and myself, there was a sick silence that made my heart race. It seemed like hours before it decided to strike again, this time the final blow. I attempted to feel around for anything that I could hit the giant dog with, but there was nothing within reach.

Then I remembered. I was pressed up against the back door.

The steel-colored animal snapped, inching closer with it’s eyes still locked on mine. As fast as I could, I reached up for the handle, using my uninjured leg to force the wolf back by kicking it in the chest. The door, to my terror, was locked. Once I realized there was nothing I could do, hot tears built up in the corners of my eyes and the panic that I was going to die set in.

In the matter of seconds, just as the wolf lunged at me, a black blur slammed into the wolf and provided me with time to escape. Jungkook. He turned back to me before I even got a chance to move, however, revealing that the animal that was trying to kill me was now either dead or unconscious. I didn’t know which one I preferred more.

Jungkook used his large head to try and help me up, urging me to move quicker. I hurried up, feeling the pain of my newly inflicted wound once I put weight on the leg. Jungkook noticed, but refused to shift back into a human and instead pushed me towards the door with his snout. I understood, quickly unlocking the door.

Once we were outside he made sure that there was no one else around before raising his head towards the sky, letting out an impressive howl that made all of the hair on my body stand up. I came to the conclusion that he was contacting his brothers - maybe calling for help or telling them what happened, or both. I took the time to catch my breath and try and look down to my wound. It was too dark to tell how bad the damage was, so I decided to move towards the front of the house where my motion sensor porch light was.

“Hey, hey,” Jungkook, obviously shifted back, rushed over. “Careful, okay? Let me help you.”

He put my arm over his shoulder while wrapping his arm around my waist, helping me walk towards the front yard. I could feel that he was bloody too, my arm running along various cuts around his neck and arm.

“Is that your only wound?” He wondered.

I couldn’t manage to make out a clear ‘yes’ and instead made some sound of agreement. Jungkook understood, taking me to my truck where he put down the tailgate and helped me up onto it. The sensor light came on, revealing just how bad Jungkook’s wounds were. I gave a small gasp, my eyes threatening to release the tears I had fought before.

“This is nothing,” Jungkook tried to brush off. “Remember that I can heal really quick? I’m not going to feel any of this tomorrow.” He tried to calm me, making his voice softer.

He looked even worse than when he and Yoongi fought, instead of bearing cuts all over his body, he was covered in nasty, painful looking gashes. He suddenly looked down to my leg, a look of shock blanketed his face. I suddenly felt very nervous - surely the wound couldn’t be so bad that Jungkook, who is covered in injuries, was surprised by the discovery?

“They better hurry up,” He growled, pulling his shirt off over his head before tying it tightly to my leg. “You’re losing too much blood.”

“Are they going to take me to a hospital?” I groaned. “That’s hours away!”

“I know.” Jungkook replied, suddenly pulling my face into his shoulder as he rubbed circles on my back, kissing the top of my head every once in awhile.

Not even ten minutes later, a number of wolves are darting over from the woods behind my house. I instantly froze up, grabbing onto Jungkook’s bare arms.

“You’re fine, everything’s fine now. They’re my brothers, they’re not going to hurt you.” He reassured, watching the others approach.

“Where’s Yoongi?” Jungkook asked before anyone had shifted.

“At home, probably pissed off at you.” An unfamiliar man answered after he shifted in the blink of an eye - just like the rest of them.

“She needs a doctor, one of them got her leg pretty bad.” Jungkook explained, earning a chuckle from Taehyung.

“Yoongi’s a doctor now? Could I be a model?” He sarcastically added, earning a disapproving look from Seokjin.

 “Taehyung, take this seriously. Go see if you can identify the attackers.” Jin ordered, forcing Taehyung to go do as he was told. “I’m not sure Yoongi would be able to stitch her wound properly, she really needs to see a doctor.”

“If she keeps bleeding, she won’t make it to a doctor. He should at least be able to slow down the blood.” Jungkook retorted, earning a nod from Jin.

“Jimin, take her truck and drive her to the house. Namjoon, go with them.” Seokjin snapped. “Jungkook, I want you to stay here with Taehyung and I and we’ll decide what to do next.”

Jungkook was hesitant to agree at first, but finally gave in. He picked me up in a bridal-style fashion and helped me into the backseat of the truck, laying me down.

“I’m going to be joining you real soon, alright? Jimin is going to be with you, so don’t worry.” He stole a kiss. “You’re going to be fine.”

The sounds of faint beeping brought me back to consciousness, easing me out of sleep. I could instantly tell by the smell that I wasn’t home, but I needed to open my eyes to realize that I was in a hospital bed. My leg has been wrapped, but I wasn’t sure if I had undergone surgery or not - I couldn’t really remember.

I noticed the figure on the other side of the room, fast asleep in one of the visitor chairs. It was Jimin, and although I was happy to see him, I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed that Jungkook wasn’t sitting right next to him.

“Jimin,” I called out, my voice weaker than I thought. “Jimin, wake up.”

Fortunately, Jimin wasn’t an extremely deep sleeper like Jungkook. He woke up a little startled, but eventually found out that I was awake and rushed over.

“Y/n, you’re awake! How are you feeling?” He asked, gifting me with one of his kind smiles.

“Could be better,” I admitted. “Where is everyone else?”

“Home, most likely anticipating another attack.”  He paused. “Jungkook is in town but he’s not going to enter the hospital - they’d try and take him in as a patient with all of his wounds.”

“Do you know when I’ll be getting out of here?” I chanced, meeting his soft eyes.

“The doctor said you lost a lot of blood, Y/n. She doesn’t think you’ll be able to leave for another couple of days.” He answered honestly. “She’s also having trouble believing that this was a dog bite.”

“Is it that bad?”

“The jaw, she said, seems a little too wide to be a dog’s. I tried to tell her it was just a really big dog - I’m not sure if she believed me though.” He chuckled, and I did too.

Eventually I sat up, with the help of Jimin, and downed a glass of water. It felt like the first thing I had to drink in days, which is only half true. Jimin had said that it was the night after the attack.

“Hey, Y/n?” He caught my attention.


“Are you… mad at Jungkook for this?” He questioned out of the blue.

“I wish things didn’t come to this,” I admitted. “And I wish I knew what I was getting into before, but no. I’m not mad at Jungkook. In fact, I’m really worried about him - how is he doing?”

Jimin seemed pleased with my answer, visibly relaxing once I answered.

“He still doesn’t look too good, but that doesn’t compare to how much he’s worried about you.” Jimin declared.

“Do me a favor, in that case?” I requested.

“Sure,” Jimin retorted. “Anything.”

“Let Jungkook know that I’m up and getting better? I really don’t want him to worry,” I sighed. “He has enough on his plate - you all do.”

Countless times people have said to me, “Oh so you’re British?” or, “You were born in England right?” or just, “You’re accent is so British.” This used to give me an ego boost - who wouldn’t want to be told they have an English accent? Everyone always says how brilliant it sounds. But after a while I stopped being proud and started to get a little irritated. Every time I’d have to respond with, “Nope, not British, never have been, never will.” When this happens, I think to myself, do you know what would be really nice? If someone, just once, said, “Hey you sound like you’re from New Zealand.”

 My name is Petra  and I could fly before I could walk. At the meer age of one month, I’d taken a plane and travelled all the way from New Zealand to China. Since then I’ve lived in five countries and attended four different schools. But regardless of where I’ve been I’ve never really felt like I’ve had a home.  

 The word home is such a comforting word, don’t you think? It gives that feeling of warmth and safety… of blanket forts and homemade cookies and feeling like you belong. I’m not saying that I’ve gone my whole life without eating a cookie. I’m saying I’ve never felt like I’ve belonged. And I mean properly belonged. I’ve seen my friends stand tall and strong when speaking about their country with pride. Others rattling on in their mother tongue as if this language of theirs has some secrets that my language just can’t understand. I see my friends eyes light up when they’re with someone from their own country talking about their childhood there.

 This is something that I can’t do. For one thing I haven’t attended an international school before that has a giant population of kiwis. But also - even if I did have kiwis to connect with, what would I say? I’ve only lived there around ⅕ of my life. I haven’t even read Lord of the Rings yet! No, if I was friends with a kiwi I would feel like I belonged even less, with my glaring obvious lack of New Zealand slang and my annoyingly inconsistent British accent.

 So where does that leave me? Without a home? I used to think it left me with an empty pit in my soul and I would be emotionally stunted for the rest of eternity. But lately I’ve been thinking it doesn’t have to be as dramatic as that. Just because there isn’t a place I identify as home doesn’t mean I don’t have a home. In actual fact - I have hundreds of homes. Hundreds of homes running around me everyday hugging and laughing and smiling with me. My friends and family are my home. They are what gives me that feeling of warmth and safety. They’re the ones who I build blanket forts with and bake homemade cookies. Sure my knowledge of New Zealand culture is lacking and maybe I don’t really know where I’m from, but you know what people say, “Home is where the heart is.”

Movie Marathon// Josh Dun

Requested: I was wondering if you did smut. If you do can you please write me a josh fun smut where josh and y/n are best friends and neighbors. They have been best friends for ever and they have a sleep over one night and they are in y/n’s room, then things get smutty? Please and thank you!

Note: Contains smut!


              Since your parents were out of town for the weekend visiting an aunt of yours who just had a baby, you invited your best friend Josh over for an old school sleepover. When the two of you were kids lay around in a homemade blanket fort and watch movies until you fell asleep. You were currently setting up the blanket fort in your room, while Josh was heading over.

              “Y/N?” You heard him call as you hung the last corner of the blanket. You smiled to yourself as you jogged out of your room, meeting with Josh as he stood in your kitchen, looking through your family’s cupboards.

              “Popcorn is in the second cupboard from the left.” You commented, seeing your friend nod as he shut the current cupboard he was looking at and walked over to the one you pointed out. “Are you excited?” You nearly squealed, the two of you hadn’t done something like this in years. You absolutely loved these sleepovers, you questioned why Josh decided he wasn’t into them anymore.

              “Oh yeah, its been way too long since we’ve done one.” He laughed, putting the bag of popcorn in the microwave. “Star Wars marathon tonight?” The two of you talked about having a marathon together for quite some time now.

              “Of course. Marathon, popcorn and blanket fort cuddles with my best friend!” The end of your sentence seemed to bother Josh a bit as he turned to focus on finding a bowl for your popcorn. “Okay, maybe no cuddles.” You mumbled, scared that you just ruined the whole night with a sentence.

              “I’d love cuddles with you though.” Josh spoke, his tone sounding as if he never began acting weird in the first place. “Why do you think I don’t want them?” He turned, looking at you with a serious expression as you sighed; holding back the urge to shrug at him.

              “I brought it up, and you started acting weird?” You offered, watching as he bit his lip nervously. Something was definitely going on inside his head and you craved to know what it was.

              “This is going to be nerve wracking but it wasn’t you asking for cuddles. I’d love to cuddle you until the end of time—just not as best friends that is. I’ve liked you, if not loved you for a couple years now. I hated seeing you with other guys, it killed me to see you get your heart broken. I just want you to be mine, but I don’t want to risk losing you as my best friend if you don’t feel the same.” You were almost sure Josh didn’t take a breath throughout his whole ramble to you. It took you an agonizingly long minute to comprehend the information that had been given to you. Josh, your lifelong best friend, and love interest of this year liked you? Loved you even.

              “So what does this mean? Are we dating now, because I don’t think I could do friends with benefits.” You joked, smiling widely as Josh stared at you shocked.

              “Does…does this mean you like me back?” Once you nodded, he pulled you into a tight embrace. “Y/N, will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?” You couldn’t help but let out a slight laugh at how classy he was with asking you out.

              “Of course Josh. Now get the popcorn ready, I want blanket fort cuddles with my boyfriend!” God that felt weird to say, but an amazing type of weird. The best kind.

              You made your way up to the blanket fort, setting down the drinks the two of you had decided on and pulling open your laptop. You smiled and felt your cheeks burn a little when Josh sat beside you, pulling his arm lovingly around your waist.

              “Ready for the dork fest?” You giggled, playing the first movie as you cuddled closer to Josh’s side, resting your head on his shoulder. About halfway through the second movie you noticed Josh had shifted a lot, almost as if he was uncomfortable.

              “Are you alright?” You asked, pausing the movie. “You keep moving and look like you would want to be anywhere else besides here.” You had to admit, the thought of Josh not wanting to be with you like the two of you had planned hurt a bit.

              “I’m fine, it’s just. You’re going to hate me for saying this but I’ve been thinking of you, a lot. In ways that I shouldn’t be.” He mumbled, staring at his lap, where you noticed a slight bulge was in his sweatpants.

              “Oh.” You whispered, unable to think of any other words. Yes you’ve thought about him in those ways once or twice, but you always shook it off. “Like do you want to, try something?” You asked, knowing that both of your families would be a bit stricter on you two hanging out now that you were dating.

              “If you’re okay with it, start slow and see where it takes us.” Josh mumbled, leaning over to you. His warm breath dancing across your lips as you began to relax. Meeting him halfway in a warm, loving yet curious kiss. It took no time at all to deepen, as the two of you began exploring each other’s mouths. Your lips only parting once when you gasped, as Josh unexpectedly pulled you on top of his lap. You were now straddling him, giving you both easy access at the friction you craved. You rolled your hips against Josh’s, hearing a soft moan pass by his lips into your mouth. His hands wandering your sides felt amazing, along with the friction the two of you were giving one another.

              Biting your lip softly, you pulled at his shirt; letting it fall to the floor beside you as you felt yours being pulled away at the same time. You felt comfortable around Josh, even if the two of you had decided to try dating only a few hours before. Though you didn’t have much for sexual experience, you trusted him enough to give your virginity to him. Before you knew it, you were on your back, top completely exposed with Josh overtop of you. You pulled at his sweatpants, smiling slightly as you saw that he had decided against wearing boxers underneath. It made you wonder, did every time he come over with sweatpants on; was he exposed underneath? The thought made your core ache harder, as you slid your fingers smoothly around Josh’s cock, gently pumping up and down with quick pace. Your actions received sounds of pleasure from the boy, as his fingers found their way past your pajamas, massaging your clit. The two of you kept teasing on another until you felt Josh shift; allowing him a better position to strip you of your pants and begin pumping his fingers inside of you smoothly. The feeling caused you to moan out; only prompting him to add another finger. This only made the feeling better; which is why you felt so teased when he pulled his fingers out. Before you could make a sound you felt something else inside of you. He didn’t go slow, allowing you to adjust, he was rough and dominant. A side you never expected to see from Josh. You always viewed him as a sweet, pushover.

              “Moan my name, I want your neighborhood to hear whose making you feel nice tonight.” His seductive tone got a loud, pleasurable moan of Josh’s name. Causing a soft sound to escape his lips. “Good girl.” He growled, attaching his lips to your neck as he continued to pound into you—each thrust better than the last as he hit your g-spot. Causing never-ending waves of pleasure to wash over you. Through his rough thrusts, and the kisses on your neck. You didn’t know how much longer you’d be able to last; and by the sloppiness of Josh’s thrusts. You could tell he was close too.

              “Fuck.” Josh moaned, quite loudly as you felt him cum, causing you to reach your peak with a loud moan yourself. Josh had pulled out and laid beside you, grabbing a blanket that was laying at your feet to cover your sweaty bodies. “I just had sex with the girl I’ve loved for years.” You saw him smile as you cuddled into his side. “I feel like this is every guy’s dream.” You giggled, feeling your eyes grow heavy as you listened to his heartbeat.

              “Well, you’re the only guy for me.” You kissed Josh’s sweaty chest before letting sleep take you over.

I spent a few hours today make this special thing :) A date jar! All different kinds of dates from staying in, going out, day time activities and cute evening ones. Thought it was a really nice little something for this cute boy & I to do together :)

Here’s what’s inside:

Day dates
Go for ice cream
Play miniature golf
Visit the zoo
Go karting
Visit sealife centre
Walks with puppy
Theme parks
Sunny drinks

Evening dates
Movie date
Live music
Go out to dinner
Watch a comedy show
Have a slumber party
Drive in cinema
Watch the sunset
Breakout Manchester (Google this)

Themed nights (food/dress up/decorations)
Cowboys & Cowgirls

At home
Make homemade lemonade
Write a bucketlist
Bake a cake or dessert
Make a fancy meal
Play video games
Build a blanket fort
Make homemade milkshakes
Order take out
Play video games
Have a Harry Potter marathon
Art therapy colouring

 Trips away

to-you-in-2000-years  asked:

Fluffy/cute scenario where GoM + Himuro find their s.o. asleep in their basketball jacket under a pillow fort at home? (s.o. was waiting for them to come home, but ends up falling asleep instead lol)


AKASHI: Releasing a deep sigh, Akashi felt his backache after an exhausting day at practice. When he got home to find a pillow fort in the middle of the living room, he raised an eyebrow with an amused smile playing on his lips. Peeking below it, he found you sleeping snugly wearing his basketball jacket. Shaking his head, he felt a twinge of guilt for coming home so late and making you wait in that freezing temperature. He slowly tucked you into his arms and carried you back to the bedroom, where he proceeded to tuck you in and kiss you goodnight.

AOMINE: Aomine growled as he stepped into the house after a grueling practice session (his coach was not going to find him in the next one). He dumped his bag and frowned at the tent made out of pillows. He ducked his head in to see you snuggled up in his jersey. He felt bad for making you wait that long but he couldn’t help the possessive primal turn-on when he saw you in the jacket. However, he wouldn’t disturb you and just place you in bed, spooning you.

HIMURO: When he arrived home that night, he never expected you to be awake waiting for him. And you weren’t. But he felt a prick in his heart when he saw you sleeping on the floor in your homemade pillow fort. Though, he couldn’t help the small smile at this childish action of yours. If he accidentally woke you up, he would just kiss you on the forehead, “Shh, sorry for being so late. Get back to sleep, sweetheart.”

KISE: The first thing he did when he saw the pillow fort was squeal and he was so ready to jump in next to you. “Hi, ____–“ But when he saw that you were asleep, he instantly slapped a hand over his mouth. His heart leapt seeing you in his jacket. He shrugged off his coat and draped it over you before he lied down on the floor next to you and wrapped his arms around you, smiling in contentment.

KUROKO: Kuroko would ponder the sudden appearance of a pile of pillows in the middle of his bedroom and peek inside of it. He pursed his lips when he saw your figure curled up in his basketball jacket in the middle of the floor. Sighing, he whispered,  “I’m sorry” just before he snuggled up in front of you, pulling you close to him and making sure that you were warm enough.

MIDORIMA: Hearing your soft whimpers, he instantly felt the guilt creep up on him. He bent down and scooped you up into his arms. “Sorry, I wanted to wait up but—“ You started and Midorima stopped you with a kiss and instead apologized for taking too long. He settled you down gently on the bed and quickly showered before slipping under the covers next to you and hugging you tightly to him.

MURASAKIBARA: Murasakibara got confused when he saw you wrapped up in his huge jacket inside your self-done fort in the living room. Though, he didn’t really care about it much and would just move in behind you and wrap his huge frame around you, protecting you from the cold. You snuggled up to his chest and smiled softly to yourself. He would be happy just seeing you smile.

Oneshot: Regina’s New Home

AU oneshot set across Season Two. Whilst Emma and Snow are away, an angry mob burns down Regina’s home leaving her stranded and searching for a home. Regal Believer, Evil Charming BROtpish and eventual SQ.

I don’t own Once or any of its characters. Apologies for any mistakes. Hope you enjoy :)

TW for arson, depression, self-loathing and child abuse.

David gasps as he pulls the patrol car up outside of the mansion on Mifflin Street. A fire truck and ambulance are already there but even from where he stands on the street, David can tell the efforts of the fire crew are futile. Thick black smoke billows in clouds up into the sky and flames lick at every wall of the mansion slowly crumbling the once majestic building down to the crowd.

Amongst the crowd of fire-fighters he spots Regina.

She’s a far cry from the Queen and Mayor he remembers.

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Best place for Aries to relax- the beach

Best place for Taurus to relax- in a serene atmosphere like by a waterfall or in a high-end spa

Best place for Gemini to relax- in a hammock or comfy bed with a good book

Best place for Cancer to relax- in a homemade fort watching movies/netflix

Best place for Leo to relax- sunbathing somewhere nice

Best place for Virgo to relax- on their couch with some peace and quiet

Best place for Libra to relax- in a hot tub or bath

Best place for Scorpio to relax- cuddling with their lover or taking a long walk at night

Best place for Sagittarius to relax- somewhere in the great outdoors

Best place for Capricorn to relax- in front of a fire pit or fire place

Best place for Aquarius to relax- at a lounge or chill cafe/coffee shop

Best place for Pisces to relax- at the movie theater or by taking a nap

Zalfie Fluffy Imagine: Curing a Shitty Day (Requested by Anon)

A/N: So if you don’t know who “Zalfie” is, it’s the ship name for Zoe Sugg (Zoella) and Alfie Deyes (PointlessBlog) on YouTube.

Here are their channels if you want to have a look.

Zoe (x)

Alfie (x)


Zoe had the worst day ever. First of all, the power was off when she woke up, which meant she could barely see when she took a shower this morning and couldn’t use her hair dryer to dry her hair, much less eat a decent breakfast.

She went to go meet up with her friend Marcus Butler to film a collab they were doing, only it started raining as she was on the way over there and her clothes were soaking wet by the time she walked into Marcus’s apartment.

Then her camera died in the middle of her video without her knowing. Needless to say, when she retrieved the camera off of her tripod to look at the footage, half of it had been cut off. 

Marcus offered to shoot the video again and film it on his camera so he could send her the footage later, but Zoe politely declined. She didn’t want to make Marcus do a half hour length’s video all over again, it would just be trouble. So she glumy left his apartment to go home. 

When she returned home, the power had come back on but now a lot of the food in the fridge had gone bad from being without the air conditioning the fridge had supplied. So now there was little to no food in the house.

Zoe could hear her stomach rumbling as she started to cry and lay down on her bed. She pulled out her phone to text her boyfriend, Alfie.

“I need you.”

Merely a few seconds later, Zoe’s ringtone went off, a sign Alfie had texted back.

“What’s wrong, babe? xx”

Zoe sighed and texted Alfie back, still wiping more tears from her eyes.

“I’ve had the worst day ever and now I feel like complete shit and I need someone to be here with me right now. Come over? xx”

Zoe set her phone down on her nightstand and closed her eyes. 

A few minutes passed. Alfie didn’t text back. She checked her phone to make sure she had sent  the message and to see if she had possibly just not heard her phone go off. But there was still no text from Alfie. 

She let out a long sigh and rolled over on her bed, curled up in the fetus position. 

She checked her phone again after five minutes: still nothing.

Zoe began to cry again as she fell asleep curled into her bed, waiting for her boyfriend to come comfort her, if he would come.

About an hour later, Alfie woke her up gently.

“Zoe..” he whispered, “Zoe babe, wake up..”

Zoe fluttered her eyes open but immediately sat up, clearly startled. She was supposed the be the only one home for about a week or so.

“What the-”

“Hey, it’s just me.” Alfie said soothingly, “It’s fine babe, it’s just me.”

Zoe exhaled and placed her hand over her heart. “You scared the living daylights out of me!”

Alfie chuckled. “Sorry Zo.”

“Why didn’t you answer when I texted you back?” she asked quietly.

At this, a large smile appeared on Alfie’s face. 

“Come on, I’ll show you.” he murmured, taking her hand and leading her out to the living room where a fort made of furniture was proudly being held up by tables and chairs. 

Zoe’s eyes went wide and she turned to look at Alfie. He had already collected her in his arms and brought her to snuggle against his chest.

“You did this for me?” Zoe asked, flabbergasted.

He let out a chuckle, his chest vibrating under Zoe’s petite body. 

“Of course I did. I’m not letting my girlfriend have a shitty day - not if I have a say in it.”

Zoe giggled and lifted her head to look at him. His face was soft, yet masculine under the dim lighting the room had provided. His eyes were kind and loving, and they stared at Zoe with all of the love and affection the world had to offer.

“Go look inside, love.” he whispered, a grin coming to his face. Zoe squealed in glee and trotted to the entrance of the homemade fort. Eagerly, she knelt down and lifted the blanket to reveal the inside. 

There was a small garland of lights surrounding the fort, going up and arching down the “ceiling” and making its way down to a small power strip stationed at the far side of the fort. It was cozy and surprisingly spacious. There were blankets and pillows spread out along the floor and in the front was Alfie’s laptop, open to his Netflix account. There was even a box of pizza and a six pack of Coca-Cola next to the pizza. 

“Go inside Zoe.” he whispered.

She bit her lip and happily crawled inside, the atmosphere suddenly becoming warm and romantic. 

Zoe laid down against the pillows and brought a blanket up to her chest. She rolled over to Alfie and patted the spot next to her, smiling and expecting him to join her. Alfie grinned and climbed inside with her. 

Immediately he laid down and brought his laptop to his waist, finding Zoe’s favorite movie and clicking play. 

She grabbed the pizza box and pulled out two slices, one for him and one for her. He took it and brought her under his arm, chewing on the pizza and kissing her forehead softly once he swallowed every now and then.

By the time the movie ended, all the pizza was gone and so was the Coca-Cola. Zoe’s bad day had turned into one of the best, all because of Alfie.

Now they were lying in each embrace so that they were facing each other. Legs tangled together, Alfie’s strong and comforting arms around her waist and letting them bring her closer every so often, Zoe’s small frame folding perfectly into Alfie as she ran her manicured nails gently down his cheek, admiring the growing stubble that was there. 

Alfie placed a sweet kiss to her lips as they cuddled together, the world forgotten with only the two of them in it. 

He kissed her forehead softly before boring his chocolate brown eyes into her ocean blue-like ones.

“I love you.” he murmured, his accent so thick it was almost incoherent. But she could still hear it nonetheless. 

Zoe gave him a shy smile. “I love you too.”

Alfie smiled back as he kissed her lips again, somehow pulling her even closer to him then before as he rubbed small circles in her back with his fingertips. 

They fell asleep like that, tangled in each other, warm and most of all…


anonymous asked:

Romantic/Cute HCs for Bokuto, Iwa-chan and Kuroo? Pretty please? ( ॑ധ ॑)

Bokuto Koutaro:

-Ugly Christmas sweaters are a must. It doesn’t matter what his partner wants, this man owl will celebrate Christmas with tacky jumpers.

-He will force his partner to volunteer with him at a Santa’s grotto as helper elves.

-For some reason, he will always have candy canes in his pocket and will give his partner them. If they don’t want it, he’ll end up sneaking it around them.

Iwaizumi Hajime:

-Dinner dates is a massive thing. Just going out to fancy places, not so fancy places just for fun.

-Matching Christmas socks and/or jumpers is a thing. It was a gift for the both of them and they thought it was adorable, however it did take a bit of convincing from his partner.

-Homemade milkshakes our their forte. Hajime’s mother bought him a blender and ever since they’ve been making their own milkshakes. Oreo, super strawberry, caramel chocolate – the works.

Kuroo Tetsuro:

-He bought his partner lingerie for Christmas and they bought him cat ears. They love each other very much.

-His partner forced him to decorate the Christmas tree with them and he kept on just throwing things at the tree until he accidentally knocked the entire tree over. He then took responsibility and decorated the tree while his partner watched.

-They tried to make cookies, however they ended up eating most of the cookie dough before baking.

Family of 6 in need

Hey guys, I’m not making this to be whiny or beg for help or promote or anything. This is an honest statement and I need help. My family needs help.

Summer 2014, my family (not including me) had to run away from Texas and leave a shit ton of our stuff behind because we were about to get kicked of our house and we were in constant fear of my dad. We spent years in abuse and it had recently gotten so bad I had to call the cops. We have been shunned by the church and received next to no help. I stayed behind to graduate high school with a friend.

My mom had been in and out of the hospital for 5 years and almost died numerous times. She had just gotten out of ICU a few months before we moved. Her doctors are still hesitant to let her work. She’s going back to school so she can get a good job for our family. 

Me, my two little sisters (14 and 10), and my little brother (6) along with our mom live in my grandparents basement. I’m currently in the laundry room and in college. Under the state law, my family is considered homeless. My little siblings and I suffer from PTSD, learning disabilities, and many other mental and physical health problems. My asthma medicine and ADHD meds are ridiculous. We’re on food stamps but something went wrong so now we don’t have any. We’re receiving no child support money, and I’m too busy in school to get a job, same with my mom. The snow is coming and winter clothes are scarce and hard to get. My little sister is getting bullied for her same outfits she always wears.

What this all boils down to is that my older sister @firesmokeandashes (who is homeless and lives on the road but she likes it and has her cats and needs money desperately too as she is cold and hungry) and I have opened a shop on etsy. I’m not asking for donations, but I would really like it if you guys could help and buy somethings so I have some money to buy food and gas for my family and I.

All of the stuff is homemade and natural! I currently don’t have it shipping out of the United States, but if anyone who is located outside of it would like something let me know and I’ll figure out the shipping. 

Guys this would mean so much to me if you could help me out somehow - either reblog or buy or share; something. Guys thank you for anything you can do even if it’s just positive prayers. I’m always doing some sale or something too as well.


In five years I’ve lived in five different houses, all of which have felt like home at some stage. But that’s mainly down to the folks and friends that have lived in those places with me. In each place I’ve lived I’ve built myself my own little places to concentrate. Forts within those houses. A tiny space to escape into, a space to find my own kind of quiet and my own sort of peace.

“There is a confusion that adventure is expensive, and maybe that’s because we confuse adventure with traditional vacation… Adventure is in your backyard in a homemade fort, it’s sleeping in the back of your car, eating a cold can of chili under the clear desert night sky. Adventure is a roadtrip- it’s splitting gas with 4 friends to see trees, streams, mountains, sky, wildlife, a beach, a state park, canyon, etc for $20 bucks each. Adventure is doing, it’s just going, it’s using your time off to see, do, and be what you want because your time off is yours and it belongs to you.” - Well said by WR ambassador @scottchanning.
#TrustTheWild | #LiveTheMountainLife by western_rise

One Call Away *Pt. 1

Summary: Sam and the Reader are next door neighbors and form a relationship from the young age of six.  Their relationship grows into much more as they grow up.

Thank you to @littlepurplerocks for the awesome graphics!

Triggers: none, unless you’re afraid of the dark or thunder.

Tagging: @jodyri @fingersinsamshair @sammit-janet @teamfreewill-imagine @klizbeth @hiddenwritingsintheworld @mrswhozeewhatsis @littlepurplerocks @cassgracie @loveitsallineed @d-s-winchester @the-mrs-deanwinchester @balthazarsmuse

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"Cuddle with me"

Zayn: Is what he whines from the living room couch. He had just gotten home from tour with the worst cold. Usually when Zayn was sick, he tended to be more affectionate than usual, not that you minded or anything. A smile appears across your face and you make your way from the kitchen over to where Zayn was laying in his fatal position. You lay down with him and he pulls you close into his chest.“You’re such a baby when you’re sick.” You tease kissing his forehead and you could feel him starting to play with your hair. “Learned from the best.” He teases back. 

Liam: Is what he says after you two had just set up the best fort you ever made for your movie night. You had snacks and soda inside of the fort along with Frozen inside of the DVD player. He was already inside while you were in the kitchen grabbing a couple more snacks. “Im coming Liam.” You laugh and make your way over to the homemade fort. You crawl inside and make your way over to where Liam was laying. His arms pull you close to him as the movie begins to play. Your head was laid on his chest and he played with your hair. “We should do this more often.” He chuckles and you kiss him.

Niall: Is what he tells your three year old daughter, Laila. She had caught a really bad cold and just wouldn’t stop crying. “Aw baby why don’t you come cuddle with me and mommy, yeah?” He coos as he picks her up and carries her to the master bedroom. He brings her over to the oversized mattress and sets her down between the two of you so she was in the middle. His hand intertwined with yours and he leans in to plant a soft kiss onto your lips. “Love my girls so much.” He murmurs to where only you could hear.

Louis: Is what you tell him after he comes home from a really bad day at the studio. He just wasn’t in the best mood and all you wanted was for him to relax. He smiles softly to himself and starts to take his shoes off by the front door. He walks over to you and takes a spot next to you on the couch. His arms pull you deep into his familiar scented chest and your hands reach up to play with his hair. You never failed to make a smile appear on his face even through his worst days, and thats why he loved you.

Harry: Is what he whispers to you as he picks you up from your position on the hardwood floor. He hated to see you cry and even though he didn’t know the reason why, he didn’t bother to ask. You buried your face into the crook of is neck breathing in is familiar scent; the only one that could ever calm you down. He lays you down on the king sized bed and locks his arms securely around your waist. “I love you, don’t cry.” He murmurs to you. All he wanted was for his sweetheart to be okay, he couldn’t stand to see you hurt.