how can i love you this way

I hate this.
I hate how you still affect me even after all this time.
I really hate the way sometimes your memory still makes me laugh and smile.
And then
I really hate the way a single word of yours can undo me so.
I hate how my entire strong-girl façade fades away when we start fighting,
And I hate too how you make me feel so empowerless and small,
But most of all,
I hate the fact that my hatred for you is growing and growing into a dangerous bloom, when I’m pretty sure I planted love.
—  Sophia Carey
BTS REACTION: You sing to them while they lay “asleep” on your lap

This took longer to write up than I expected it to but I’m happy with how it came out. Please look at my announcement about reaction requests. I’m going to take a nap now!!~ Here’s a strange mix of angst, fluff, and humor. Thank you for the request  

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S E O K J I N:

It’s been months since you’ve seen him. He just came home from their latest world tour. This tour and their win at the BBMAs has led to a massive increase in, not only their fan base, but the popularity of Korean music internationally. He’s been so busy because of this, so it’s nice for him to take some rest even if having his head on your lap limits your movement. Although he’s not really asleep, just enjoying your presence.

However, even with him so close you still feel lonely. You aren’t insecure about your relationship in anyway, it is just very difficult for you to not see him for months at a time. This is not something you will voice as you don’t want to make him feel guilty and no matter what, at the end of it all, he comes home to you. This realization alone fills you with overwhelming affection for the man on your lap. You lightly play with his hair, an adoring smile on your face, and start to sing very softly while looking at his peaceful face.

“A tornado flew around my room before you came

Excuse the mess it made

It usually doesn’t rain

In Southern California, much like Arizona

My eyes don’t shed tears but boy they blowin’”

He manages to successfully keep his expression still.

“I’m thinkin’ ‘bout you

Ooh no, no, no

I been thinkin’ ‘bout you

You know, know, know

I been thinkin’ ‘bout you

Do you think about me still?

Do you, do you?

Or do you not think so far ahead?

‘Cause I been thinkin’ ‘bout forever…”

Quickly, he brings your lips to his and smiles into the kiss because he knows that you are blushing from the realization that he was not asleep.

His head is still on your lap and he has a wide smile when he says, “Marry me.”

“You were supposed to be asleep!…Wait, what!?”

Originally posted by jjilljj

Frank Ocean “Thinkin’ ‘Bout You”

Y O O N G I:

Normally, you wouldn’t mind that he fell asleep on your lap. You know that he’ll fall asleep anywhere, every chance he gets. But you are quite certain you told him you had to get up soon to get ready to go out with your friends. You’re suspicious that he did this on purpose. He knows that you would never wake him up unless you absolutely had to, and going to the club at your single friends’ insistence isn’t really necessary. Especially since you don’t want to go. Clubs have never been your scene and give you a headache more than anything, unless you’re well on your way to getting drunk. You’re in a committed relationship now and it frustrates you that your friends don’t seem to understand your refusal to get shitfaced at a club.

You sigh and chuckle lightly to yourself, he thinks he’s so clever doesn’t he? You start to lightly tug on his hair to encourage his sleep.

He slowly wakes up and has to stop himself from smirking when he feels your hands running through his hair, mission complete. He hears you softly singing so instead of making you aware that he is awake, like he was going to, he pretends to stay asleep.

“…Maybe I know, somewhere

Deep in my soul

That love never lasts

And we’ve go to find other ways

To make it alone

But keep a straight face

And I’ve always lived like this

Keeping a comfortable, distance

And up until now

I had swore to myself that I’m content

With loneliness”

He cannot believe how soft you are for him, not that he is any better. He takes a small peek at you. When he’s sure you are looking away from him he smiles.

“Because none of it was ever worth the risk

But, you are, the only exception

You are, the only exception

You are, the only exception…”

You look back at him and see him giving you his gummy smile. With no hesitance and a deep sigh you simply say, “Fucking Yoongi.”

Originally posted by iechaan

Paramore “The Only Exception”

H O S E O K:

He came to you after his schedule was over, tired but with a large smile when you opened the door. It’s difficult for you to get him to rest when he’s visiting you. It makes him feel like he is putting more effort into his work than he is in your relationship. So maybe it was a little sneaky of you to have him lay his head on your lap and lull him to sleep with gentle hair stroking while you two are supposed to be watching a movie, not that you feel guilty about it. Good thing the control is within reach for you to lower the volume. He can sleep more peacefully that way.

When he starts awakening his first impulse is to complain about how sneaky you are, but stops himself when he hears your soft voice. Are you…rapping?

“…But now the hearts of moonlight hits, and we’ll just watch the stars dance

Attempt to mimic them until our little hearts can’t

Take anymore of that vacant ancient decor

And depart fast, and honestly, you look like Mozart sounds

You’re warm embrace compared to the cold, hard ground

The chicken noodle soup when I’ve been fretting sick in bed

It’s like expecting death and restlessness and then catching a kiss instead

You’re a myth that’s said to hide via love

An angel who was one thought to reside in skies above

You’re the sand between my toes when the high tide comes

Matter of fact, you’re the air that’s inside my lungs…”

You’re startled when he screams to the ceiling while moving his fists by his cheeks cutely, “AHHH!~ Y/N, YOU’RE TOO CUTE WHEN YOU RAAAAP!~” He makes you blush even more by showering you with kisses.

Originally posted by laurenj-hope

Atlas “Sand”

N A M J O O N:

As leader of the group, he feels really stressed whenever the boys mess around too much. Today is one of those days, therefore, you are doing your best to help him unwind. If that means having your butt go numb from the weight of his head and you sitting in a single spot for too long then so be it. He has done the same for you on multiple occasions. The difference being that he usually has a book in hand to entertain himself, meanwhile, your phone is charging in your bedroom and all books are out of reach. You softly play with his hair and can’t help the fond smile on your lips when he sleepily sighs in content. You start singing and completely miss the twitch at the corner of his lips.

“Come on over in my direction

So thankful for that, it’s such a blessing, yeah

Turn every situation into Heaven, yeah

Ooh, you are

My sunrise on the darkest day

Got me feeling some kind of way

Make me wanna savor every moment slowly, slowly

You fit me, tailor-made love, how you put it on

Got the only key, know how to turn it on

The way you nibble on my ear, the only words I wanna hear

Baby take it slow so we can last long”

Now he, like many other people, is tired of this song but hearing you sing it has a much different effect on him.

“Oh tú, tú eres el imán y yo soy el metal

Me voy acercando y voy armando el plan

Solo con pensarlo se acelera el pulso…”

“I didn’t know you could speak Spanish,” he says, giving you a dorky smile.

You stop all movements in shock before pushing him off your lap, “Puto.”

Originally posted by joonie-bts

Leo Fonsi & Daddy Yankee ft. Justin Bieber “Despacito”

J I M I N:

He is sleeping soundly on your lap and as you are stroking his hair your thoughts wander. You know that his insecurities, no matter how much he plays it off, are always present. Especially when it comes to his body. Nowadays he is doing much better but that doesn’t stop you from worrying. When you are around you make sure the boys eat well, however, you can’t do that when they are on tour. You are thankful for ARMYs who discourage him and Suga from going on diets and who are always asking if they have eaten.

You don’t want to think about the ones on the other side. They are not ARMY to you, not that your opinion really matters to them.

Looking at his face, you can’t help but marvel at how handsome he is. You love his jawline just as much as you loved his round face. You love his abs just as much as you loved his tummy. You love him just as much as you always have.

When he comes to awareness the first thing he notices is your soft singing. He opens an eye the tiniest bit to see you focused on him with the most admiring look. He closes it before you can notice, but he is absolutely stupefied by the way you are looking at him. He’s never seen that expression directed toward him before.

“…I’m so addicted to her

She’s the sweetest drug

Just enough…still to much

Say that I’m slippin’ I’m sprung on all the above

I can’t help she makes say

And just can’t think

Than to hear you sing

Baby when we do our thing

Oh baby girl girl you make me say

Sexy love

Girl the things you do

Keep me sprung

Keep me running back to you

Ooh I love

Making love to you”

No longer able to hold himself back, he surprises you by pulling you down for a deep kiss. He ends the kiss by pushing your head back a bit. “I love you,” he says.

You’ve never heard him say anything with such confidence before.

Originally posted by sunglow1004

Ne-Yo “Sexy Love”

T A E H Y U N G:

You two haven’t been dating too long, at least six months doesn’t seem like a particularly long time for you. You have a friend who’s been in a relationship for three years. Even so, you can’t remember the last time you had a relationship where you two got along so easily. In fact, it’s almost too easy. You’re scared that he will get bored of the simplicity, especially in comparison to his exciting life as an idol. Despite this fear, you won’t stop yourself from falling for him more and more everyday.

Looking at his sleeping face, you can definitely feel yourself falling. Just like how he can feel his heartbeat increase as you play with his hair, the fast pace keeping him awake.

“Settle down with me

Cover me up

Cuddle me in”

He’s never heard you sing before and he keeps himself still to hear more of it.

“Lie down with me, yeah

And hold me in your arms

And your heart’s against my chest

Your lips pressed to my neck

I’m falling for your eyes

But they don’t know me yet

And with a feeling I’ll forget”

“I’m in love now,” you both sing while looking into each other’s eyes.

Originally posted by kimtaehyung-gifs

Ed Sheeran “Kiss me”

J U N G K O O K:

Dating an idol is hard. Supposedly, you had known what you were signing up for when you said yes. In theory you were going to be fine, but in practice you are lonely. Still, you won’t ask him to stop following his dreams and you won’t give up just because it’s hard. Due to the difficulty of your relationship, you have learned to appreciate moments like these more. Him resting his head on your lap as you are playing with his hair.

Although you cherish these moments, you still long for the day when he will be yours. You are well aware that you and him are not ready for marriage but that doesn’t stop you from seeing you two getting married in the future.

He is breathing softly and that gives you the impression that he is already asleep when is just dozing off.

“I heard you’re scheming new pyramids

Another big idea to get you rich

Make a plan to love me sometime soon”

Your soft singing encourages his sleep.

“You said you got a foot in the door

You buy and you sell, you buy some more

Make a plan to love me sometime soon

Life’s too short

Death doesn’t ask

It don’t owe you that”

He drifts off more and more.

“Some things you lose

You don’t get back

So just know what you have

And make a plan to love me sometime soon…”

He falls asleep and dreams of a future with you by his side.

Originally posted by mayfifolle

Bright Eyes “Make a Plan to Love Me”

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Thursday is Bath Day

Get yourselves ready for some serious fluffy smushy shit. I love a good bath, and couldn’t get this out of my head so I thought I’d type it out.

Let me know what you think, and if you have any requests for future oneshots, you can ask me HERE.

906 words.

Harry hummed as he knelt by the free-standing bath, hands fiddling with the tap as he tried to find the perfect temperature. It was Thursday, and every Thursday his miss would get home at 6pm, tired and grumpy, and sink into the pre-run bath that Harry so carefully set up each week. It was a tradition that had gone on for as long as Harry could remember, and whenever he was at home in their shared apartment, he made sure he followed through.

Normally, his better half was a big snuggler, and the pair would spend every second that they could around each other. They were both keen on physical touch, and it was one of the things that made their relationship so fulfilling. Thursdays however, were sacred. She would always have her bath completely alone, and Harry knew that it was her time to just be with herself and think. So, while she was in the bath, he would go and run on the treadmill. He loved the feeling of running for the sake of running, his heart pounding and limbs covered in a light sheen of sweat. It was his alone time and it was just as sacred as hers.

Harry was pulled from his thoughts as he heard their front door open and closed, and the sound of shoes being kicked off carelessly, and he smiled to himself, shutting off the taps to the full bath and heading out to greet her. “Hey you,” he said, grinning at her, his arms open wide. She gladly accepted his embrace, her arms wrapping loosely around his waist and lips pressing a little kiss to his neck. “Hey,” she mumbled, eyes flickering shut. Harry pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, enjoying the feeling of their bodies against each other. “You had a big day love?” he asked softly, his large hand rubbing over her back. “Mm,” she hummed, her check against his chest. “C’mon then. Ran yer bath… C’mon,” he answered, pulling away gently, his hands finding her shoulders as he guided her to the bathroom.

“Righ’,” he said, fingers finding the zip to her dress. Unzipping her, he smiled, watching as she shivered slightly when his fingers made contact with her bare skin. He gently undid her bra, sliding the straps from her shoulders and tossing it into the laundry basket along with the dress. “There yer go,” he murmured, lips pressing a gentle kiss to her neck. He loved seeing her like this, and it wasn’t even that sexual for him. It was more comforting, and he felt so lucky to be the person she had chosen to share these vulnerable moments with. “’M gunna be runnin’,” he said, meeting her eyes as she turned to face him. “N’then we can make some dinner? Pasta good?” he asked, smiling at her. “Mm,” she answered, nodding and pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Love yer,” he stated as moved to leave. “Love you more,” she replied as he shut the bathroom door.

He had only been running for about ten minutes before a familiar hand lightly touched his back. He jumped, stopping the treadmill and turning to look at the figure which had caused his surprise. “Oh! Sorry,” she giggled softly, wrapped up in a big, white towel. “S’ok,” he chuckled. “Tha’ was quick!” he smiled. “I…” she sighed, reaching out for his hand. “Not done. Just… I thought… I just would quite like you to join me.” Butterflies began to flutter in Harry’s stomach and he squeezed her hand, leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead. So often she caught him off guard like this, turning him back into the nervous, infatuated teenager he’d been for the first few months of their long term relationship. “F’course miss. I’d love to. Y’alright though?” he asked gently, concern causing his forehead to wrinkle. “Yeah. Just want to be close to you,” she answered. “Been one of those days,” she sighed, her shoulders tensing slightly. “Oh little one… C’mon,” he replied, leading her back to the bathroom.

He was quick to discard his sweats, jockeys and tshirt, slipping into the bath, his legs spread to create a space for her. “Ooh…” he exhaled, enjoying the feeling of the warm water against his skin. “In yer get,” he grinned, adjusting slightly as she got in with him, her figure slotting almost impossibly perfectly against his own. “Can see why yer love this so much,” he murmured, his eyes half closed and his fingers trailing lightly up and down her arms. He could feel her relaxing against him, and he hummed happily, enjoying being so close to her. He knew she felt the same way as she nuzzled into him, her own eyes closing and body going almost floppy at his touch.

“I am so grateful for you, Haz,” she murmured, her voice almost a whisper. “Was thinking about it today. How you always seem to be able to give me exactly what I need. I don’t even think you know how much better everything is when you’re around… Mm… I love you,” she finished, pressing a couple of lazy kisses to strong arm that was cradling her. It didn’t take much to get Harry emotional, and her words washed over him, his eyes almost threatening tears. “Love yer to the moon ‘n back,” he murmured, smiling contentedly.

anonymous asked:

i'm not the same anon that asked you about crying Yuri but YAAAS please tell us something about Beka being so great or caring in bed that Yura just can't handle it or WHATEVER you want pls and i guess it's the right moment to tell you about how much l love everything you do just THANK YOU SOOO MUCH

Normally in the Mafia AU they have really intense sex, half the time never even waiting to get to a bed, or even home – they can’t wait, they just need each other now. But every once in awhile, there are lazy mornings or nights when Otabek has Yuri in his apartment, or he’s snuck back into the Plisetsky home after “leaving”, where Otabek can just take his time with Yuri. Worship him, tell him in little whispers all the ways he’s made Otabek’s hell of a life something more, kiss him breathless and fuck him until his legs are shaking and all Yuri can say is his name between choked sobs. Anytime Otabek gets intense like that, emotionally intense, Yuri can’t help but cry. He’s been lonely for so long in the mafia AU. 

anonymous asked:

Captain underpants being really flirty when seperated from Krupp and flirting with Krupp at school gets Krupp even more flustered so he can't even speak a word, p.s make Captain call him at least once Benny, ahhh of Benny Bear, that'd be so cute, thank you!!!! 💓💓💓


krupp gets flustered very easily and any interest shown towards him in any flirty way if he gets any more red he would probably start melting 

A Court of Spring and Stars Pt. 2

Word Count: 2085


The wind hits my face in a rush, smelling of vanilla and roses as I fly through the dark, starlit skies. I shouldn’t be out so late, flying alone at such a late hour, but I couldn’t help it. I felt that tugging, that thing inside me telling me to go for a flight.

So here I am, flying in the dark with the strangely sweet-scented wind mussing my dark hair. I can’t pretend that it doesn’t feel good to stretch my wings and it’s not like I was getting anymore sleep tonight. Not after the dream.

I always have the same dream. Of a young girl running ahead of me, slightly-curly, blonde hair flying behind her in the wind, and singing. Singing such lovely songs, always different and always beautiful.

Sometimes they’re sad songs that make me want to wrap her in my arms forever and never let her go and other times they’re love songs that make me want to take her in my arms and dance with her, spinning her around for as long as she’ll let me.

But I never see her face at the end of these dreams.

I can’t pretend I haven’t tried to picture what she should look like and try to draw or paint her. It never worked out. I can only ever draw her running away from me. Maybe one day she’ll run towards me.

I sigh and turn around as I see the sun starting to rise.

I fly onto the balcony of my room in the townhouse in Velaris and quickly lose my wings. I collapse on my bed and go over tonight’s dream in my head.

It started out quiet, only the crickets humming, then I heard it. Her lilting, silvery voice faintly singing.

You’re the lullaby
That’s singing me to sleep
You are the other half
You’re like a missing piece

I raced after the voice, trying to find it’s source. I ran so fast I was sure she could hear my feet slapping from wherever she was.

Oh my love
Oh my love
Oh my love
You don’t know
What you do to me

Her voice was louder then, closer. I thought I saw a strand of golden hair a few feet away, disappearing into the treeline.

You are all four seasons
Rolled into one
You’re like the cold December snow
In the warm July sun

I saw her then. Her golden skin, her long silky hair, her petite form, the light blue dress that flowed behind her.

And she was running again, but not towards me.

I’m the jet black sky
That’s just before the rain
Like the mighty current
Pullin’ you under the waves

That song. If only she had slowed down. If only I could have caught her. I would pull her close and show her just how true it was.

Oh my love
Oh my love
Oh my love
You don’t know
What you do to me

Slow down. I chanted in my mind. Slow down. Let me catch you. Let me see your face.

I nearly caught her, my hand slipped through a wisp of golden hair.

That was the end of the dream.

I sigh and look out my window only to find that the sun has completely risen. Time to head to breakfast.

I stroll out of my room and downstairs, admiring the paintings that hang along the walls as I go. Most are my mother’s and only a few are mine. I’m afraid my artistic skills aren’t as on point as my mother’s but I love painting and sketching so I continue.

I pause briefly when I catch a glimpse of the only painting of my mystery girl that I ever let my parents see.

The painting features the young girl running away into a deep, emerald green forest with golden curls and a plum dress flying behind her in the mystery of the dark of night - most of the dreams are set in the middle of the night - a shower of stars shining above her head.

I only showed them that one because I thought the plum dress made her match with the night making her look like a wisp or spirit of the night. They were so proud, my mother’s eyes shown and my father thought it deserved to go next to her works of art.

When I step into the dining room Aunt Nesta slaps a heaping plate of blueberry pancakes and syrup with a glass of milk at my usual seat at the table.

“Eat, now.”

I smile and salute her. “Yes, ma'am.”

She glares but sends me a smile as I sit down and dig in, barely tasting the pancakes before I swallow them.

“Please chew before swallowing. If you choke, your mother will kill me.”

I nod, but keep eating them the way I was before.

Uncle Cassian walks in and his eyes widen while his mouth makes an ‘o’ shape, “Where’d you get those?” then his eyes find Aunt Nesta. “How come you never make me blueberry pancakes?”

She shrugs and says, “I didn’t know dogs ate pancakes.” but even as she says it I can see love glinting in her eyes.

He pouts at her and she rolls her eyes, walking into the kitchen. She returns with a plate for him too.

He digs in and mumbles, “I knew I loved you for a reason.”

She snorts. “I love you even though you never make me blueberry pancakes.”

He looks up from his plate. “I wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to the pancakes.”

She cocks her head. “Well then, looks like my darling nephew is the only one getting pancakes from now on.”

I chuckle as he narrows his eyes at me. “I’ll fight you for the right to the pancakes.”

My mother’s voice floats into the room, “Please don’t fight my son over pancakes.” I look behind me and see my parents standing in the doorway watching us with amusement.

I stand and walk my now finished plate to the sink in the kitchen and stride back to the dining room. I nod my head towards my parents. “You ready to go?”

My father rolls his eyes. “As ready as I can be.”

My mother gets a far-away, pained look. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready for the Spring Court.”

I always hate when spring comes if only because it reminds my mother of her time at the Spring Court. She sometimes gets these sad looks and has different nightmares than her usual ones. This visit is going to be horrible for her and it’s really going to test mine and my father’s control. I might actually try to kill the High Lord because of the shit he put my mother through. But we need this, we need to try to fix the strained relationship between our Courts.

I look up from my thoughts to see my father cupping my mother’s cheek and looking deep into her eyes. Sometimes they stare at each other for hours, not talking just staring. Their mind-speak gets creepy sometimes, but I know that right now my father is telling my mother about how we’ll always be right next to her and how much he loves her and how much her children love her.

That’s right, children. I’m the oldest of three. Everybody thinks that my mother being human before being High Fae makes her able to conceive easier than a normal Fae. My younger siblings are twins. Stella and Aedon, Aedon was named after my mother’s father, they’re only eight years old and they’re total pests. Aunt Elain and Uncle Az are going to watch them while we’re gone.

I walk up to my parents and place my hand on my mother’s shoulder. “Mom, we should probably go.”

She nods and turns away from my father to face us all. “Do I look scary enough?”

She’s wearing an all-black, quarter-sleeved dress that shimmers like diamonds in the sunlight whenever she moves and she has her hair up with her crown tucked into it. She likes to think that all the black and the crown makes her look scary, but I think it just complements her and makes her look prettier.

But I indulge her. “If you looked like that when you used to scold me I might I have run away screaming from your terrifying appearance.”

My father winks over her shoulder, casting an approving glance at the comment, as my mother smiles and kisses my cheek.

She grabs my hand and my father’s hand, ready to winnow out, but stops and glares at my aunt and uncle, “Please don’t destroy our house while we’re gone.” and we winnow away.

The darkness pulls around us and I marvel, as I always do, at the magic that sends us to a completely different place in seconds. I see starbursts in the darkness and suddenly we land in a room decorated in emerald green and gold tapestries and rugs.

As I survey the room, I feel something tugging, the same tugging I feel that makes me fly in the middle of the night. Tugging me towards the furthest side of the room.

I see a man with a sneer on his face seated in a throne on a dais. Tamlin. High Lord of Spring. Abuser of my mother. My fists curl of their own accord before I can stop them. I’ve never seen nor met this man before but I want to bash his face in.

But then I see her and I freeze, unable to even let out the gasp that clogs my throat.

A young girl standing with her back to me. Golden curls spill down her back and her tan skin stands out against her pale pink gown.

I’ve seen that back a thousand times. Always running away from me. Always in a dream.

I hear my mother’s voice pierce the silence of the room.  "Hello, Tamlin, it’s been awhile.“

I feel my father’s eyes on me and I know he’s already compared this young girl to the one in the painting and wants to know how exactly I painted someone I’ve never met. Well, I want to know how I dreamed of someone I’ve never met.

But then the girl turns around and I swear I forget how to breath. I’m seeing her face for the first time and I swear she’s an angel.

She keeps her head down but I can still make out her facial features. Her sharp oval face looks full and healthy and - even though she has dark circles under her almond-shaped eyes - her green eyes look lively as she takes us in as her full, archer’s bow lips part in awe.

She even more beautiful than I imagined.

Her eyes roam over us, studying us and they widen as she looks over my father and I, probably noting how similar we look, but then she gasps and realization races into her eyes.

Her eyes widen even more as she looks at my mother and father in awe. It’s when her eyes roam over me again that I lose the ability to speak, otherwise I would introduce myself.

Head still bowed, those jade eyes roam from my head to my toes in awe, maybe even attraction or at least appreciation, and I realize I stand at least a head taller than her, maybe more, she’s so tiny. Short and thin like a twig - she doesn’t have the curves that most of the Night Court and Illyrian women seem to have - and it makes me wonder if maybe she doesn’t eat as much as she should, like how my mother ate when she was here.

I realize I’m searching, searching for any reason to believe she’s actually the girl from my dreams - the girl I draw every day - other than how similar she looks from behind, when her eyes slowly meet mine.

She’s gaping and as she notices that I’m staring at her as much as she’s staring at me she slowly closes her mouth and a pretty redness flames her cheeks. Damn, she’s gorgeous when she blushes.

She bows her head again. I wish she would stop doing that, I’ve been waiting over a year to see the girl from my dreams in person and now I can barely see her face. But then she slides into a curtsy and I hear the silvery voice that always sings in my dreams say, "Welcome to Spring Court.”

Note: So the song lyrics are not mine, the song is Northern Wind by City and Colour. Um, I’m really happy about all the support I’ve been getting from all of you. You’re all amazing! Thank you all! I have some shoutouts: @eliza-hamilton-helpless @aelin-and-feyre @nerdofmanypages @highladyofthedark @fandoms-things-stuff @pleasantlysecretpeach and @bluephoenix222. Please follow these amazing people and please comment on the story. Give me theories as we go along and some constructive criticism. Thx, much love to all of y’all!

Prompto always thought he was just nothing more than replaceable trash until Luna entrusted him to become friends with the person she loved the most and that was her way of saying “I don’t care how you were born and where you come from, but I know you are worthy enough to support someone really precious to me and become his friend. It has to be you and no one else”. Can you believe how much that must have meant to him? Out of all the many, many people the famous Oracle could have chosen, she chose him over anyone else. Her letter saved him and made him realize he is not replaceable trash and that the circumstances of his birth didn’t matter. He is unique and precious, and no one else could ever replace him. Luna was the push he needed to be brave enough to become friends with Noctis. She saved him from his misery and I really wish they would have met each other because they would have become great friends.

I know we all LOVE to talk about how Roberts feelings took him by surprise but we never talk about how it did the same damn shit to Aaron? Like, pls no way did Aaron think, “🤔 I definitely want to fall head over heels for an engaged closeted man.”

You can catch little glimpses of his, “oh shit” moments and just his rapid slide into in love. Like he didn’t want that shit, did you not see how frustrated and mad he was half the time? Homeboy wanted the feelings just as much as Robert and was just as helpless like I’m laughing, those poor boys had NO CHANCE.

anonymous asked:

Soooo Tumblr tagged your new post as "Content for Adults Only" and I can't see it 😢😢 srsly tumblr is pissing me off rn

Anon said: I don’t understand how your most recent post about Denki is blocked by safety mode????? Like it’s just your art of his birthday! I love the art of it tho, it’s fantastic! Keep up the amazing work.

Anon said: *whispers* the thing you just posted contains sensetive media apperantly

Yeah it’s most probably Mineta isn’t it

(jk it was probs my inclination to swear my way through life’s fault, I asked for a review so it should be visible in a bit but for now you can see it here !!)

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Recommendations and reviews

Notes: I actually cant believe my last recommendations and reviews hit nearly 100 notes I’m blown away, thank you so much for all the support, I really enjoy doing this for you guys and I hope you all find the story’s I pick as fantastic to read as I did.
So this week I’ve picked 10 story’s from different authors for you to try, I’m working my way through my list of blogs I’m following, so I can bring some of the classic story’s back as well as recent ones, enjoy these ones they are pure brilliant.

So the first fic on my list is called, ENOUEMENT written by @serzhantkris, this story is 24 parts long, it is one of the most creatively written fics I have read, it tells the story of Bucky and reader, how they fell in love and journey they went through, but its told in reverse-chronological order, it will have you crying, and laughing, while on the edge of your seat, it is beautifully told and touches your heart.

The next one is called SHATTER ME by @flightofthefantasies, this is 2 parts long with a sequel called IN MY DREAMS. I love this story, I was literally on the edge of my seat reading the whole thing, its a Bucky and OFC fic, which is all I’m giving away of it without ruining the story for you. The ending of this fic is amazing, its full of shocks, twists and turns. It may only be 2 parts long with the squeal being one part but, the imagination that went into it is brilliant.  

Number three is called DON’T SAY ANYTHING by @cumonbucky and is 12 parts long.
I followed this story from the beginning, and it never failed to amaze me with every chapter. It is emotional and heart-breaking but has a great amount of humour and fluff to, Its about the reader having feelings for Bucky, but he has feelings for someone else.
I cried, laughed and wanted to punch Bucky many times during this fic, and the ending is something you will newer see coming. The passion and detail gone into this fic blew me away every time.

Next is a story called T.R.O.U.B.L.E by @itsanerdlife and is 9 parts long
This story is very different from most story’s, its based on a brother ad sister working with the avengers, he’s an agent and she’s an assistant, who also happens to be having a secret affair with Bucky, oh and the brother isn’t his biggest fan, what could go wrong. Its brilliantly written with angst, humour and Bucky being a sweetheart, I love how he is portrayed in this story, it also shows how women have rights to independence and how strong they can be.

This one is called NEVER SAY NEVER by @fictionalmemoirs and is 13 parts long with a squeal called TIES THAT BIND being 15 parts long.
This is a ABO fic, I’m a huge fan of ABO fics and this is one of best ones I have read, it is truly amazing and beautifully written. This fic stuck with me ever since I read it, its so creatively written. Its about the reader being an omega but not wanting to bond or have an alpha, till a certain metal armed soldier comes along, but the challenges they go through to bond and be together will have you crying, gasping and holding your breath till the very end. Bucky is amazingly portrayed in this fic, kind, caring, protective, strong and just Bucky being Bucky. I can tell you enough how much if a good read this is, it is a story I will always go back and read many times.

Ok so the next one is called I TOLD YOU SO written by @alphaabucky and is 3 parts long. It may be a short story but it is beyond brilliant, based on bucky and reader being together, she goes on a solo mission and discovers things about herself she didnt know and Bucky well lets just say don’t mess with his girl. The way he is portrayed in this fic is a breath of fresh air, he’s confident, and protective, with a I’m in charge attitude while still being sweet and caring. This fic can get a bit dark in some places but is extremely creative and in a league of its own.

Number 7 is called WRAITH written @the-witching-hours12-3, and is 13 parts long. This fic is based on the civil war film with a twist. The reader was at hydra along with Bucky, and joins the fight against iron man. I love how the reader is portrayed in this fic as a strong independent women who can kick ass. The imagination that went into this fic and the twists and turns are amazing. I highly recommend this one.

The next one is called the ASSET written by @metalarmproblems and has 14 parts with a epilogue. This story is based on Bucky and reader discovering there past both separately and together. It is full of suspense, angst, fluff and nail biting action. The detail and the plot are written incredibly well. And the ending just blew me away.

Right two more and we are done hope you guys are still with me. This one is called AND YOU WILL FIND ME @heartmade-writingbucky and is 9 parts long. With a squeal called WAITING IN THE WIND which is 8 parts long. This fic is a completely different story line based on Bucky and reader being friends but the other avengers have no clue about it till she gets kidnapped. It is full of angst, fluff and heart stopping action, the ending will shock you and the squeal will blow you away, the creativeness and imagination that went into this fic blew me away, and I couldn’t stop reading It, it is a beautifully written fic.

Ok last but not least number 10 is called WAKANDAN ADVENTURES by @sgtjbuccky and is 13 parts long.
Now this fic has a special place in my heart, I followed it right from the first chapter, it was posted at a time in my life where things were not great and I was struggling, this fic gave me a distraction and helped me get through the days. The detail and description gone into this fic is unbelievable. It is based on Bucky and the reader and there adventures and journey while in wakanda. To me this fic would make a great movie to fill in the gap between civil war and infinity war, it never failed to make me laugh, cry and want to punch Bucky a few times and I would recommend it to everyone.

Thank you for taking the time to read this, a couple of things if you read the story’s mentioned in this post please leave feedback to the author, they work extremely hard on their writing and deserved to have it acknowledge just a small comment they really do appreciate it, and if you have any trouble finding the fic, let me know and I will send you a link to them. Thank you for reading hope you enjoy them.

mel x

Dear strangers who once were more,

I hope you’re happy- and not the fake happy or the bullshit happy, but the happy you feel in your toes, the happy that shoots through your veins and feels like the warmth of the sun on your skin.

I hope you’re loved. I hope that someone looks at you with eyes that glow from knowing how lucky they are you’re around. You are lovely- someone is going to realize that and never let you go.

I hope they support you. I hope they recognize your weaknesses and vulnerabilities aren’t flaws, but character development and potential and possibilities and hope in the making.

I hope they see hope in all your dark places and can shine a light to help you find your way when you’re stuck.

I hope they appreciate and don’t forget you, your specialness.

I hope you’re happy and that you can share that with someone.

I hope you’re free.

I hope that even though we couldn’t be anything but disasters and messes and six different kinds of poison to each other, that we can forgive each other for not being enough.

I’m a storm, and by nature I’m unexpected and unplanned and terrible and terrifying.

I’m also working on being better- but this isn’t about me. This is about my hope for you.

I hope you’re all the things you wanted to be, the kind of person you said you were working towards. I hope you’re there. Even if you’re not, the person I knew was amazing too.

I hope you smile, and laugh a lot.

I hope you love even more.

I hope you’re dancing (at least for yourself).

I hope you’re getting on.

I hope… I hope everything for you.

I’m not there, and you’re not here, and we can’t be- that’s just not how it works out.

We make monsters of each other.

So now, apart, we can make lullabies.

And that’s okay.

I’ll always be hoping you, hoping you everything.

I love you, you were an important stop on this road, or hike, or path or journey or whatever life is- you were important. It’s okay that it’s over.

It happened. And that, that’s worth a thousand more endings.

Be well, dear stranger.

cop!au i’ve been undercover for months/years and i know i told you not to wait for me but i’m still in love with you and it’s killing me x namjoon

Fate had an interesting way for you to deal with things. And fate now was testing your patience to how far you can take when the man who told you not to wait for him is waiting for you by your doorstep. Days of wishing you’d wake up to his arms, seeing his smile before the sun could kiss his skin for you. Nights of hoping his silhouette you see in your dreams are more than that.

Now when you get what you want, you’re not sure if it still is.

As confusing as it is… think about it. You want to run into his arms but how could you when the person who owns them told you not to? Still, you can’t turn the blind eye on him completely even though your mind is telling you to. Your heart has never been the one to listen to your (or him) so today is the day you acknowledge his presence after plenty of times of not doing so.

It seems like he’s surprised with your decision as well, gaping when you stand before him with crossed arms and impatiently tapping feet.


“What’re you doing here?”

Namjoon swallows and exhales deeply after, reaching out to hold onto your hand and you hate how you let him. But you don’t let go, merely letting him grip onto your fingers and slip his between to remind you of the familiarity to his love. He smiles a little at this.

“Honestly? I… couldn’t stop thinking about you. I haven’t been able to forget you even if I wanted to,”

Your eyes avoid his, but your words go straight to his heart.

“Am I supposed to be happy about this?”

Namjoon was always good with his words. Always.

“Depends… are you?”

“…I hate it,” Namjoon bites on his tongue, watching as you do the same until you continue, “I hate how even after six months you tell me not to wait for you, I still am and yes, fucking yes I’m happy that you’re back are you happy-”Namjoon lets you feel his happiness when he cups your cheek with his other hand and draws you in to press his lips against yours. Muting any doubts you had and evaporating any bits of ill thoughts wallowing within.

Your hand squeezes his tightly with a mewl and he leans back with heavy breathing mixed with yours and a… shared smile.

“I still love you, Y/N. The past six months has been horrible without you and I… I want to start over with you. Is that okay?”

“No,” One syllable was all it took for Namjoon to go speechless, his eyes widening at your answer but it’s your decision regardless. As much as he doesn’t buy it, he respects your choice and-“…it’s more than okay.”


Request(s): I would love it if you could do like a modern Ben Solo where the reader and Ben are really shy but really good friends and they go out one night and go back to his place and just decide to tell each other how they feel and maybe add some cuddling and fluff. + Can I have one where Ben asks the reader to go to a scary movie with him on their first date but half way through the movie he’s all scared and cuddling onto the reader for dear life?

A/N: Two requests in one, yay! Sorry I haven’t been posting fics all that often because I’ve been solely focused on CB (cosmic boy) and I’m on the final chapter, so there’s that! Enjoy!

Warning: None

Word Count: 2K+

It wasn’t intended to be a date, actually, it was meant to be a simple ‘hangout’. Ben hadn’t seen you for quite some time–seeing as you were busy with your own life as he was with his–and he had been missing you extra and so had you to him. So, of course, Ben took it upon himself to make plans with you: to go to the movies.

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khsupergeek1288  asked:

Hey Osomatsu if Choromatsu doesn't want a kid like with Ichi why not adopt? It's a start

Oso: See Choromatsu? We can still get our baby!

Choro: I already said no so stop insisting!

Oso: What’s your deal?! I thought you didn’t wanna have one because you saw how Ichimatsu handled his pregnancy and with this you won’t have to!

Choro: Either way we can’t!

Oso: Yes we can you just don’t wanna!

Choro: …Do you even know the reason why I’m refusing so much?

Oso: Because you just don’t wanna?

Choro: Because of us!

Oso: …Us?

Choro: Not in a relationship way. I do love you but I know our situation. We’re NEETs I hate to say. We don’t have jobs, even if we have one we don’t last in them, you mostly don’t like to work and don’t plan on working any time soon. So how do you plan for us to have a child when we still live with our parents and jobless? We wouldn’t be able to afford looking out for our selves, and with a child even less…Do you understand what I’m trying to say?

Oso: …Whoa…I uh, didn’t really see it that way. I just thought we were gonna stay here and all.

Choro: Mom and Dad already have their own business and they need a break from all this. Look…it does sound like a good idea to have a baby, even better with someone like you, but maybe later when we get our life settled and have a proper home for a baby, ok?

Oso: …Ok :)

Choro: …I love you.

Oso: Love you too, babe.

Choro: Babe?

anonymous asked:

I've been taking lessons for like two months now. This is my first instrument ever. Even tho i love my teacher and he is super nice i cant help but feeling nervous when i go into the lesson and we play some stuff. I feel like i suck and im letting him down. Any ideas on how to deal with it?

you’re not letting him down. all you need to do to make your teachers happy is:
-listen to them
-do what they ask you to
-display genuine interest and motivation
-practice and work hard
if you do these things and are making noticeable progress, there’s no way you can be letting your teacher down

anonymous asked:

Hi Ida, I'm currently going to another state and i'm going by plane. I have to go through an airport ofc but i'm afraid because i'm Muslim. I'm afraid i might be stared at or worst case scenario, i might encounter someone who hates me. I don't know how to overcome my anxiety so do you have any advice to at least help me relieve some of it? I'd really appreciate that.

Hey, Im really sorry that you feel that way. I can’t help you that well because Im white and privileged and won’t ever have that experience but try and stay strong and remember that you haven’t done anything wrong. Maybe listen to a podcast or an musical on your phone so you can focus on that instead? I hope your flight goes well. Love you!

I love you hangs on my lips like a secret I can’t keep,
lingers in the places I can not scratch,
tempts me in ways I know shouldn’t exist.
I want the earth to know I love the way it spins,
how I never for once took it for granted,
how no destruction it causes will ever put a stop to my love.
This is a lot how I live my life,
pent up in the misery of loving everything whole heartedly,
and God, why did you chose me to carry the burden of a cross I feel to weak to bare?
Sometimes this life tests me in ways I can’t express,
shaves me down to my insecurities;
waits for me to pick myself back up and shake it off.
But boy, do I love everything this life offers,
always wanting to tell strangers I love them,
even if it means getting my heart broken again.
We live in a world of inhibitions,
In a world of not saying what we mean,
and wishing we had spoken the truth when we had that chance.
I am no saint who walks this path unflawed,
I am no preacher to a sea of lost souls.
If I am one thing, I am a lover,
a tell tale story of never giving up the fight when the world tried to make me hard.
I will love you from a distance, I will hold you up in the light,
Whether or not you notice my selfless love;
I’m here to make the world a better place.
—  No one can change my love, (coloringtheworldwithwords)
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of course (f) -- one shot

genre: fluff 

member: Jungkook (bts) 

description: she was tired of waiting for someone who didn’t love her, so when she moved on, he had to make sure she knew how he feel

. –

 "and remember to clean–“

 "the top shelf as well as the front desk. I know,” I laughed at my boss, Linda, who was on her way out of the silent library.

 "i know you’ve done this a thousand times but i can’t help it,“ Linda laughs as she scurries behind the front desk to grab her bag.

 "it’s fine. now go before Todd kills me for making you take so long to get home,” i laugh. She merely chuckles before turning to the door that opens up from the outside.

“oh, hey Jungkook! what are you doing here?” Linda asks. 

 Jungkook has been a friend of mine since middle school. Lots of people wonder how we make a friendship last as long as it has. High school tends to tear friendships apart, but it only made ours stronger. However, just before senior year started, I had realized that Jungkook meant more to me than a friend and it made me feel so ashamed due to how cliche it looked. Of course I fell in love with my bestfriend. But who wouldn’t? Jungkook was attractive and had an amazing personality to match. There wasn’t a single thing that made me not like Jungkook, and maybe that’s why I’m this way. 

 "Oh well (Y/N) and I need to study for a bit but of course she has to work,“ Jungkook teased. 

"It’s only for another hour. Chill,” I laugh. Linda winks my way and I shake my head, picking up a book from the return center. 

“Well I’m glad she has company. Makes me feel better now that she’s not alone. Behave you two,” Linda smiled before finally leaving. 

“That woman…” Jungkook smiles to himself. 

“I know,” I laugh again. I continue to pick up more books and put them on a cart as Jungkook hoists himself onto the front desk. 

“So how’d your date go?” Jungkook asks after a few minutes of silence. I look up at the wall ahead, his question catching me off guard. 

 "It was… nice?“ I murmur. Finishing the stack, I pull the cart to the front desk to sort them out.

 "That’s it? Nice? What went wrong?” Jungkook laughs.

 "He was a nice guy. A total gentleman, he was super handsome and he was all around perfect..“ 


 "But nothing. It was an amazing date,” I shrug, shuffling books around in piles.

“So why nice?” Jungkook asks again. 

 "I don’t know. It just feels weird talking about this to you,“ I sigh, finishing if my separating.

 "Why?” Jungkook asks, leaning more into the desk, his head leaning in closer to mine, his scent intoxicating. 

 "We don’t talk about things like this. Our dating lives are either non existent or private,“ I huff. 

 "Bull. I talk to you all the time about my flings,” Jungkook chuckled, showing his cute little smile. I hate him.

 "Exactly. Flings. Things that don’t matter. This date, it meant a whole lot to me,“ I frown at him.

 "And why does it mean so much. It was one date! How could one date mean that much?” Jungkook asks incredulously. 

 "Because! It’s just that Jungkook! My first date. And for it to be as perfect as it was, it made it special. I think this guy is it,“ I smile, reminiscing the date. 

Taehyung was the perfect way to shake loose my feelings for Jungkook. I never would have thought there could be someone other than Jungkook, but there was and I want to make it work for the sake of JK and I’s friendship. 

"Really? Taehyung is not right. I can tell,” Jungkook frowns, jumping up off the counter to stand in front of me. 

 "How could you tell?“ 

 "Because I know you! And he’s not it!” Jungkook states firmly, his voice starting to get louder.

 "Why are you being like this? Why aren’t you happy for me?“ I ask, beginning to get frustrated and upset.

 "Because you’re mine! You always have been and I can’t believe you don’t see that!” Jungkook shouts. My eyes widen slightly as I stare at his bitter figure. 

“What are.. what are you talking about?” I ask breathlessly.

 "How can you be so clueless? I thought I was being obvious?“ Jungkook sighs, slowly stepping towards me. 

 "Jungkook, if you have something to say, please say it already. I can’t keep playing head games with you,” I sigh heavily. Jungkook grabs my hand cautiously as he leans his forehead on mine.

 "(Y/N), I love you. I have always loved you. Now please, no more dates. I’m the perfect date and I will prove that. Please, let me,“ Jungkook smile down at me. I tiptoe to kiss his lips lightly, pulling back quickly. 

 "of course.”

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