i'm just going to take a shower and go back to sleep

Becoming Human... Almost

Summary: After finding Jack, Sam and Dean bring him to the bunker for you to watch him while they are taking care of business.

Words: 1468

Pairing: Jack x Reader

Originally posted by maplecas

Warnings: None, really. Spoilers for Season 13 at most.

As soon as the Bunker door opened, you looked up. Cleaning and repairing the Bunker while Sam, Dean, and Mary were out to find Castiel and Kelly before Lucifer did. You were sure that “somebody needs to take care of this mess” wasn’t the only reason they wouldn’t let you come along with them.

Dean was the first one to come into view. He looked exhausted, sad. The next person was someone you didn’t know and after him followed Sam. No Mary or Cas.

“Who’s that?” you asked, making all three men look at you, the stranger furrowed his brows.

“Y/N… oh, uh… this is… this is Jack. Lucifer’s son,” Sam explained, trying a smile but you only quirked a brow.

“Lucifer is not my father,” Jack had said, earning a sigh from Dean.

“You’re trying to tell me this grown ass man is Lucifer’s child? Shouldn’t he be a baby?” you only quirked your brow even more.

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i. domesticity

I drink milk every day because my doctor says I need it to grow. Kind of like I need this calcium rush in order to make my bones stronger so I stop cracking them so easily. Preventing them from ever reverting to the weak, knobbly knees of last summer when a boy I had a crush on. Had a crush on, crushed me. Like a pulp. Into grains. Like a spoon grinding up soggy cereal swimming at the bottom of a bowl. I wake up in the middle of the night, remembering I didn’t drink 3 glasses today, and run to the refrigerator in my socks and chug it straight from the gallon, barbaric and yearning like a schoolgirl hitching her skirt up too high, and picture the white flowing through my veins. Softening me. Rounding me out. Giving me curves. I get a brain freeze instead and pray I’ll stop crying over spills and that I can sleep with this cold lurching in my stomach.

ii. vicinity

Maybe one day my hair will stop being so limp in the heat, but I don’t think that kind of thing can be anticipated, so I just have to wait. Girls like me live in the back of an un-air-conditioned convenience store, ratty sweatpants, tight tank tops, and crawl out with week-old receipts bursting from their pockets. Like glued ribcage kind of girls, like elastic hair tie, red marks around the wrist kind of girls. The cashier doesn’t mind when I snag a magazine from the rack and browse through it without paying because no matter how hard I try, I end up looking pre-pubescent anyway. And they let things slide. For a girl like me, at least. I’m saying, lopsided bun, wide eyes, a mouthful of crooked teeth, stars pulling them into their places, I was always too scared to get braces. The cover has some headline about how to enlarge your breasts naturally, which I think might be useful, and another about how to communicate effectively with others without saying hurtful things, which makes me laugh. I flip to the back to check my horoscope and eat that prophetic, adolescent shit catered to the teenage soul up like Eucharist laid under the tongue. Swallow down a spoonful of March’s: “Prepare to face some stress this month, but that’s okay! You’ll be able to get through it and find time to relax.” I want to rip out the page and shove it into my bra, like keeping these soft, meaningless words close to my chest will make them seep into my heart and change me. Stop making me think so much, fill my brain up with Arizona tea and static instead. But I’m cheap, and I shove the magazine back. I think my chest will stay flat forever.

iii. mobilization

I seek healing. Mending. I’m fingernails deep, sitting in the back of a subway at 3 a.m., pressing crescent moons into the leather seat, trying to dig up salvation. You can’t find that here, you can’t find that in the cracks between the tiles, you can’t find comfort in the ground up cigarette butt stamped into the floor. I’m wishing against this fogged up glass I could say anything, anything that would make sense for once, so someone could help me. Like please, my mind is bending in backwards, like please, I don’t think this underdeveloped chest can take any more of this resentment or it’s going to explode through my ribcage, out of my flesh, like please, I don’t want to hurt anymore. And it’s not my fault that I launch myself around like I’m in some sick little competition, pretending I don’t care, like I’m having the time of my life. Of course I’m not, of course I’m not, I don’t think having your hands shake and your brain go fuzzy whenever you think a little too much is fun, something to be documented for the world to see. I guess I’m different from other people that way, I’d rather people think I’m having a good time than actually have one without anyone knowing. I wish I knew how to sew, so I could stitch up my fibrillating heart, no matter how sloppy and crooked, but the needle jabs my finger as the subway lurches left, and I bleed, I bleed, I bleed.

iv. unearthliness

My mom told me not to walk naked in front of the altar. Disrespectful, she called it, and even though I agree, sometimes I test my divinity and emerge from the bathroom, the steam from the shower wafting off smoke like the incense in its pot. Young god, skin tinted green from fake gold. Young god, empty stomach, fruit scooped out of its rind, leaving me seedless. This hatred has roots, and I don’t know whether I want to dig out my insides with my hands or fill myself up until I’m close to bursting. I let people think the scratches on my knees are from a night of alcohol and a boy tugging my hair. Of course, it’s that and not child worship on a scratchy rug, not begging for forgiveness, not praying for glamour and glory, not hoping for. Of course it’s not hoping for something better.

—  this pain lasts in every location
Don’t Care if it Hurts pt. 4

Dog hybrid! + Gaurd dog!Jimin x Reader) (ft.olderBrother! + Mafia boss!Namjoon)

Part 1  Part 2 Part 3

Summary: After a rival gang makes an attempt on your life, Your older brother, the infamous leader of Seoul’s largest gang; Kim Namjoon gets you a guard hybrid; Park Jimin, The reigning champion of Seoul’s underground hybrid fighting ring.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader, mentions of Unrequited!Hoseok x Reader, unrequited!Taehyung x reader. 

Warnings/tags: Past abuse, Blood, Mafia!reader, Mafia!Namjoon, Older brother!Namjoon, DogHybrid!Jimin, fighting, slow burn, general angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, Alcoholism, hurt/comfort

Wordcount: 6.2k

authors note: Hey guys! I’m so stunned by the positive responses I’ve gotten from everyone~ I’m so glad that everyone loves IDCIIH so much. Also- I'm nearing finals week, It’s unlikely that this story will be updated until after my finals are over. 

wine mom Seokjin and Namjoon are my favorite fight me on this. also, Healthy Jimin is my kink. 

Song to play during this chapter: press your number ~ taemin

Originally posted by mvssmedia

It didn’t surprise you; what was waiting when your alarm went off. Jimin stretched, eyes tired from where he had taken up shop curled around your feet. “Master Namjoon left a note on your door when he left a little while ago.” He said. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and looking like he hadn’t slept a wink. 

Before washing up and getting ready for your classes (which started in a few hours) you opened your door to get the note. It was one of your brother’s little quirks, it made you a little happy, knowing you where the only one he’d rather talk too in person than text.

Something came up, Seokjin will cook on Friday night. Sorry. Going with Suga to Busan, Be back WEDS, Love you. – RM

You sighed rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and tucking the note into one of the drawers by your vanity. 

“What was it?” Jimin asked.

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@hellogarbagetime wanted to be mean to Tony, so here is Commander Rogers forgetting about Tony’s b-day. Happy birthday, Tony, enjoy.

Steve stumbled into his room, utterly exhausted. He looked at the pile of paperwork awaiting him and the vision of spending yet another evening on it was almost more painful than the bruises from his last Secret Avengers mission. It needed to be done, though, so he stripped out of his uniform and took a quick, hot shower to ease the lingering pain. Then, he splashed his face with cold water, and sat down to sign everything that needed signing.

When he was done, he looked at the clock and saw it was after nine … and he was late. He sighed. He was supposed to meet up with Tony, just pizza and movies, working on rebuilding their friendship—and he didn’t want not to go; everything between them was so fragile still.

But he was so tired. He’d probably just fall asleep and then Tony would be upset. He would be late anyway.

He fired off a quick text to Tony. Sorry, Shellhead, I’m beat—mind if I take a rain check on this movie?

The read icon flashed almost immediately, so he waited until Tony’s reply.

And waited.

Tony usually texted so fast Steve barely had time to look away from his screen when he finished his own message.

He’d gotten worried before Tony finally texted back, Sure. Just one word.

Huh. Maybe Tony forgot about their meeting himself, cooped up in his workshop. Steve was too exhausted to consider it further. He switched off his phone and went to sleep.


The following days, Steve was too busy between SHIELD and the occasional Avenging to write to Tony. Tony should understand, Steve excused himself, he was rebuilding his company, he knew what it was like to juggle too many jobs.

Mostly, Steve was scared of messing something else up. It was easier if Tony reached out first.

But Tony didn’t.


Steve was channel-surfing when he spotted Tony on tv and focused on the program.  Tony talked about Stark Resilient, their plans for the RT-powered car and more RT-tech in the future. Steve watched him fondly. He always liked seeing Tony talk about his projects. His whole face came alive, and he gestured, obviously excited.

“And that’s all for tonight,” the presenter said finally. “Thank you, Mister Stark – and we hope you had a good birthday!”

Tony smiled, but there was something off about it: he was no longer enthusiastic. This was his perfected press smile and Steve hated it. “Thank you.”

What could—

Oh. Oh.

Tony’s birthday.

Steve didn’t have to look at the calendar to confirm his sudden horrible realisation.

Of all the days he could’ve blown Tony off—he was an idiot. And he hadn’t even realised. Good job rebuilding friendship, Rogers.

He had to make it up to Tony.

His mind went into tactical mode. His first thought was, of course, to throw Tony the best party ever, but he discarded it quickly. Tony hadn’t prepared a party this year, no; he’d just invited Steve in for a quiet night.

Steve swallowed. He’d just invited Steve. Tony wanted to spend time on his birthday with Steve and Steve only.

Steve really hoped he wasn’t misinterpreting it.


Steve showed up on Tony’s doorstep the next day, a cardboard box with the sweetest chocolate cake he could find in New York in one hand, and a bouquet of red and richly yellow roses in the other.

“Wow,” Tony said at his sight. “Did I miss something?”

“I did,” Steve said. “I’m sorry.”

Tony shrugged. “No big deal,” he said, but he wasn’t looking at Steve. “I know you’re busy. I might not remember the job, but—”

I’m sorry,” Steve repeated. “I should’ve remembered.” He offered the flowers to Tony. “Happy birthday.”

Tony seemed uncertain as he accepted them, but he smiled. “I appreciate the colours,” he said, turning to walk inside.

“I also have a cake,” Steve said, following Tony.

“I hope you realise this means I’ll subject you to a Star Trek marathon while we eat every last crumble,” Tony joked.

“I hoped for that,” Steve said honestly. “And …”

He hesitated. He never used to hesitate with Tony, but maybe that was a good thing, maybe there could be a new beginning here too.

Tony put the flowers in a vase and turned to Steve, raising an eyebrow. “And?”

Don’t be a coward, Rogers.

Steve leant in and pressed a quick kiss to Tony’s lips before he could talk himself out of it.

Tony stared at him, wide-eyed and silent.

“I—” Steve started saying, but Tony shook his head to stop him.

“That’s your idea of a late birthday gift?” he asked.

Steve wasn’t sure what to say.

“You could at least make it a proper kiss,” Tony said. “If it’s the only one—”

“No,” Steve said. “Not the only one. Just the first.”

And then he leant in for the second. Tony met him half-way.

anonymous asked:

Mum! I wanted to say that I really apprecaite all the work you do and I enjoy reading everything you write, you're AU's are very relaxed and it makes me happy even when I'm sad! I think you write Wonho perfectly! Any how... I was wondering ** IF YOU HAVE TIME ** : Could you write a Wonwoo Friends to Lovers to go with the others?

thank you so much!!! here’s friends-to-lovers wonwoo for you!~~
find woozi (here), seungcheol (here) & joshua (here

  • you and wonwoo became friends because of the fact that you both have a mutual understanding of living life quietly and letting your other friends do dumb things you otherwise wouldn’t dare to do
  • like that time hoshi told wonwoo he could do a backflip into the swimming pool and when wonwoo shrugged and said go for it a very excited hoshi ran toward the 7 meter diving board
  • and you, who’d overheard the conversation came over to stand by wonwoo and said “you know,,,,,your friend is probably going to end up belly flopping and hurting himself instead of actually backflipping.”
  • and wonwoo was like “i know,,,,,,,,,but that’s the point. i kinda wanna watch that happen.”
  • and you had nodded your head understandingly because sometimes watching other people wipe out can be ,,,,,,,,, rather hilarious 
  • and when hoshi hit the water with ,,,, you guessed it,,,,,,a belly flop you and wonwoo had both tried to hide laughter as hoshi came up for air with a pout on his face and had yelled that he’s pretty sure the sting from this flop would haunt him till he was old
  • but yeah,,,,,you and wonwoo are the calm, neutral friends of the group and so you and wonwoo have never fought or argued and for the most part you enjoy each others company even if it means you’re on your laptop and he’s on his phone
  • you know,,,,,,,,you two just click
  • which is why when you need an emergency place to crash for two weeks,,,,,wonwoo gladly lets you stay with him because there’s no way you’d be a bother??? you’re exactly like him
  • but,,,,what’s different is that,,,,,,,,wonwoo,,,,,apparently,,,,,, walks around his house without a shirt on,,,,,after the shower,,,,,,
  • and you don’t know this until you get up from your homemade bed on the couch and end up walking straight into a shirtless,,,,hair still wet,,,,,,very handsome,,,,,wonwoo in the kitchen
  • and you kind of freeze because,,,,since when did your friend have such broad shoulders? and such nice skin? and such a strong,,,looking back,,,,,,
  • and wonwoo apologizes,,,,,and you try to shake your head but you’re still standing there in shock and he tells you awkwardly that he’s got to go to bed
  • and you,,,,,it takes you a couple minutes but when you finally come to,,,,,,,you realize that,,,,,wonwoo,,,,,,has always been attractive hasn’t he,,,,,
  • and oh god as you’re laying under your blanket trying to sleep,,,,the image of him standing there,,,,,deep voice talking to you,,,,,lean body- oh GOD,,,,,
  • and in the morning you can’t even look wonwoo in the eyes you just grab a snack for breakfast and make up some excuse to run out of his apartment before wonwoo can as much as offer you some coffee
  • and ,,,,,, you can’t stop thinking about it,,,,,, wonwoo’s body,,,,,wonwoo’s face,,,,,,wonwoo’s personality that never makes you anxious and is always so well in tune with yours
  • and you almost smack your head against the wall as you’re waiting for the subway because wonwoo is hot,,,,and a good person,,,,,and you’re kinda really ok not kinda like aLOT INTO HIM
  • but it’s like you can’t,,,,,you can’t bring it up or say anything and risk messing up this great friendship you have and so you curse whatever higher power there is when wonwoo says you guys should watch a movie one night to kill time and you’re sitting on the couch,,,,
  • close,,,,,,,arms touching,,,,,,wonwoo seemingly focused on the movie with his hand grabbing popcorn and you’re just like,,,, trying not to think about how cute he looks in his sweatpants and v-neck black tshirt,,,,,until suddenly wonwoo lets his hand rest on the sofa behind you,,,,,,almost like those old tricks you do at the movie to try and put your hand around your date
  • and your brain is like!!!!!!!!!!!????????!!!!!!! but wonwoo still looks calm and you’re like??? should i scoot away??? should i lean into his arm????? oh my god
  • and wonwoo finally looks at you from the corner of his eye and you’re like quick quick say something so it’s not awkward and you’re like “i,,,it-it’s a little cold,,,,um,,,ill go get a blanke-”
  • but wonwoo grabs your hand before you get up and with his chocolate brown eyes and deep voice says that if you want, you can cuddle into him for warmth
  • and you can’t believe your god damn ears,,,,,,,,,,,but then you notice,,,,even with the calm look on his face the tips of his ears have turned a bright red and you’re like,,,,,,sjkdhfsj we’re both shy,,,,,,,,in the end we really are the same,,,,,
  • but you sit back down and wonwoo’s hand gently rests over your shoulder and you lean into his chest a bit cautiously but wonwoo adjusts himself so you can put your head on his chest
  • and somehow,,,,,,in a matter of minutes,,,,,it’s comfortable,,,,,
  • and you interlace your fingers with his and you guys are both watching the movie,,,,,,,and like you’ve been a couple for ten years not ten minutes it’s,,,,,,,,normal
  • you and wonwoo click,,,,you always will,,,,as friends and as lovers,,,,,,
Coffee Shops and Scars

Request: “hello there! your works are absolutely amazing and I enjoy reading them so much~ keep doing what you do!!! I would love to request a soulmate au where both newt and reader can feel and witness each other’s pain and even fresh wounds on their own body!! (eg. if newt gets a paper cut, so does the reader at the same time) welcome to the angst train _(:3/”

Word Count: 3,434

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Warning: Mentions of blood

Requested by @ah-excuse-me but also tagging @caseoffics and @red-roses-and-stories

Your friend holds a bowl of popcorn out to you when it happens.

You curse and grab your arm, curling up and grimacing.

“Again?” Is all Maria says, placing the bowl back in her lap and taking a handful of popcorn.

You groan. “I’m going to kill this idiot when I meet him.”

She laughs. “You’re going to kill your soulmate?”

“Yes.” You grumble.

“Well, how bad is it this time?” She crunches the popcorn in her mouth as the two of you ignore the record droning on in the background.

You remove your hand from your bicep. A red patch of skin grows under where your hand was clutched, bubbling up in the center. You hiss at the sight.

“Oh, that’s disgusting. Do you have your medkit?”

You nod, squeezing your eyes shut. “How the hell did he get a burn there?” You mumble, reaching to your hip and unlatching the medkit you carry with you. It holds everything from tiny bandages to a tourniquet. The tourniquet was a joke gift from another friend when they’d noticed all the scars covering your body, but you’re not so sure you won’t need it someday.

“Leaned against an open oven?”

“With their upper arm?”

She shrugs, tossing more popcorn into her mouth. “Possible.”

“Whatever.” You dig around in the bag and find the bottle of burn cream. You’d bought it six months before and used half of it already.

Maria looks back to the record player, watching the disk spin. “You’re missing the best part of the song.”

“I’m sorry, I’m a little busy.” You spit. You’d been having a perfectly good night before your soulmate had to go and do something stupid.

You finish applying the burn cream when a deep cut suddenly rips opens on your left forearm. A trail of blood rushes out of it, dripping onto your blanket before you can grab anything.

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painting greys

i hope you’re all prepared, because i did tear up a few times while writing this. :-) don’t worry, the ending is very fluffy. apologies if there are any spelling/grammatical errors, i’ll fix them as i see them. please lemme know if you like it!!

rating: m (for graphic violence)
pairing: reddie (richie tozier x eddie kaspbrak)
warnings: homophobic slurs, strong language, graphic violence

“Eddie, don’t fall asleep… Eddie, please!”

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you gotta figure the fake ah crew is used to a certain amount of luxury, given their wealth: king-sized beds and entire apartments to themselves (or at least their own bathroom if they have a roommate), so i kind of like to think about how things would go if the whole crew ended up in a small safehouse after a heist

like maybe it’s geoff jack ryan michael gavin jeremy lindsay mica trevor matt ray etc etc in one tiny-ass home

and things very, very quickly devolve into anarchy.

  • there’s an all-out brawl for who should get the two full-sized beds, another for who gets the couches, another still for who gets the air mattresses vs. who sleeps on the floor.
  • the second day ryan bursts from the bathroom armed with a pistol and snarls, “whoever used up all the hot water better start praying to their deity of choice”
  • everyone’s in the kitchen in the mornings trying to make their own breakfast
  • everything gets burned 
  • jeremy holds up a grenade and demands to know who ate all his energy bars, those had his name on them
  • mica wants to know who the fuck used the last of the toothpaste, are you guys animals
  • where did all the coffee go. do you want trevor to die.
  • linday is going to kill everyone in this house and then herself.
  • save ray from the horror of having to navigate back-to-back showers in the morning for two hours, fuck you, he’s gonna just get in there with somebody else
  • matt would rather take his chances with the cops, ryan has watched seven straight episodes of Cupcake Wars and refuses to hand over the remote and he thinks his eyes are bleeding

after the heat dies down and they can go home, they’re at each other’s throats and don’t talk to each other for nearly a month. they would not make good roommates, okay, it goes down as the incident that almost took out the fake ah crew

anger management: mars
  • mars in the 1st: i know it doesn't feel like it, but you need to let that anger out, consume you and explode. i would advise you to hit something but then i'm sort of afraid that you'd hit me--at least it's a nice conundrum, i don't see a lot of those, these days. i recommend exercise or sports because you know, two birds with one stone. or you could get drunk and kick people's asses in bar brawls/video games, both would be cathartic, i think.
  • mars in the 2nd: bottle up your emotions, man. and that anger too. and when it reaches a breaking point, burst the entire dam because you're too good at it. but no, really, find a repetitive task that grounds your anger to a center, don't hoard it like dragons hoard gold, as you're wont to do. and make sure it focuses on a rhythm and unleash it using that focus. get it through your thick head: passive aggressiveness is not attractive.
  • mars in the 3rd: i would tell you to punch your sibling but that'd be too drastic. i suggest you write all the words you're dying to scream and curse, the words you're gonna use to tear the world into two, in paper, make an origami of it and flush it down the toilet. that'd feel good, trust me. if not, i'd advise you to talk it out with a person you trust to be objective, look at it from a logical perspective as to why you're angry and methodically decode why it's making you want to annihilate something. you'd feel much calmer afterwards. (or end up reading six books in one day and write vicious reviews on how stupid the characters are--that works too)
  • mars in the 4th: i know this sounds ridiculous, but open the fridge and the tub of your favorite flavor of ice cream, dig into it face first without using a spoon while watching really sad anime. you'd feel much better. or you could take it out on your home, violently redecorate or tear off the curtains. or something. i suggest doing heavy household tasks that'd exhaust you, so when you take a shower and get rid of all that sweat, you feel at least some semblance of calm.
  • mars in the 5th: this sounds terrible and cliche, but use it to be productive. use it in your art to make a statement because it has pissed you off. run that extra mile on track. get the best score on a creative writing course--you get the gist. make sure it helps you shine, not the things/people that made you angry, because trust me, an anger like yours is nothing short of an inferno.
  • mars in the 6th: fuck with your classmates/co-workers. otherwise channel it into helping people with things they can't do themselves/solving their problems while grumbling about how fucking stupid they are. you could also finish household chores and with your exhaustion, calm your anger. i know there's so much you want to say and it makes you feel like you could burst, but channel that anger into mundane tasks to get them done faster, finishing that side project earlier. and the satisfaction will quell that terrible rage, trust me.
  • mars in the 7th: fuck up all your personal relationships and one on one communication and brood like there's no tomorrow, man. other things you could do are: changing your entire wardrobe to spite the person you're angry with, listening to heavy rock metal that somehow speaks to your soul at the moment and go wild on a shopping spree. the tornado in your head won't completely disappear, i know, you passive aggressive fuck, but it'll help, i can assure you that.
  • mars in the 8th: plan hypothetical revenge on your object/person of anger. i know it's not satisfactory unless you back up that bark with bite, but i advise you to not do that, because you'll feel terrible afterwards. so the notion that you could get revenge, if you wanted to, is satisfying in and of itself (just don't actually want and do that, i'm saying this for your own good). listen to your favorite metal band and scream like there's no tomorrow. or tell the people you're angry with how you plan to eviscerate/castrate them in vivid detail in your head. you'll feel a lot, i repeat A LOT calmer.
  • mars in the 9th: run away from it. literally. complete avoidance has always been your best strategy, hasn't it? i suggest preaching about why you're angry to anything that will listen: a wall, a donkey, babies too small to crawl away. think about affirmative action, man, and for god's sake, face the source of your anger instead of running off on a road trip with no money just for the hell of it. heck, play that weird airport finding game in an unknown place you're gonna have to navigate on your own. or play video games in general: don't let that energy go to waste.
  • mars in the 10th: channel that ball of righteous fury into your ambition and dexterous work ethic (translation: become even more of a workaholic than you already are) and shove your success, your regained dignity, your perseverance right to their faces. you are made of poison and stardust, and that is the greatest strength that belies your anger. use that strength to work miracles. or smoke weed, but that's not exactly a good thing 0/10 would not recommend. but don't, i repeat, don't take it out on your personal relationships. that's exactly what will lead to your downfall.
  • mars in the 11th: do NOT use it to fuel your god complex. i know you're angry at the world and how frustrated you are--i am too, but AN IDEOLOGY IS NOT A SOLUTION BECAUSE ITS APPLICATIONS IN REALITY ARE VASTLY DIFFERENT THAN THEY ARE IN THEORY. you're seeing an injustice? make sure it is not one anymore. plan it out, how you'll right all these wrongs: with your friends, with people who share the same views as you. dissect and analyze these problems and annihilate them but i repeat: DO NOT LET ANGER TRANSFORM YOUR EGO INTO A GOD COMPLEX YOU WEIRD WONDERFUL SHIT IT WILL DESTROY YOU
  • mars in the 12th: don't get others to unleash your anger or manipulate them into being assertive for you. just don't, that's freaking pathetic. i strongly suggest you sleep: take a long, preferably 8 hour nap and cuddle something/someone. once you wake up, you'll be looking at it from a newer, fresher perspective and will actually find the energy to express your anger appropriately instead of using other people as puppets that dance under your strings. music would help to calm you down, as well. so try that first, all right?
morning - t.h.

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summary: a glimpse at mornings with boyfriend!tom

a/n: i got a little too happy at the thought of tom being back in england this weekend and my mind started to wander. 

let me know if you enjoy this here, since i might turn it into a mini-series, and i may even write a prequel to this part.

The fresh white covers were soft under your fingertips as you stirred. The morning sunshine was threatening to pour into the room through the thin curtains of Tom’s childhood bedroom, the curtains that he hated so dearly and told you so each time you visited.

You shuffled, drawing your head up to look around the room. Remnants of the night before were littered around, like his duffle bag that he always travelled with, flung on the chair that sat in the corner, and his passport tossed lazily on the nightstand, and both yours and Tom’s clothes in crumpled piles at the foot of the bed, a hint at the haste you both shared last night to be back in each other’s arms.

At your movement, Tom stirred and tangled his legs around yours beneath the sheets, and you wrapped an arm over his bare chest, his warmth radiating on to you. You traced your fingertips back and forth across his slightly bronzed skin, the only remainder of his summer days spent in America, rather than here with you.

You didn’t mind the days when he was gone too much. Of course, it was no picnic to live without your boyfriend by your side, or even in the same country, for weeks at a time. But the days apart only made your time together all the more special when he could come back, made you hold the moments that you could share a little closer to your heart.

Watching him sleep made you feel as though he never left you, and laying there examining each of his peaceful features made you realise how much you loved him that little bit more each day. Even his flaws, even the dints and scars scattered across his cheeks, even the imperfections that the rest of the world saw, seemed perfect to you.

You didn’t want to disturb him further than you already had, but you couldn’t help yourself from reaching up to run a hand through his hair. Though shorter than the curls that you had come to know and love, you had grown to quite like this new hairstyle on him. His hair felt soft and fluffy between your fingers, and you assumed that he probably washed it before his flight yesterday morning.

Leaning closer, you could smell his naturally soapy scent, the cologne he’d worn the day before only lingering a little now. You brushed his cheek with your thumb as he started to wake a little more, and Tom hummed as you pressed a soft kiss to the side of his face.

Rolling into you, his lips met yours in a sleepy embrace, his strong arms curling around your back, his fingers splayed wide to hold you close to him. Of all the moments in Tom’s life that he cherished, of all the escapades his fame brought him, mornings like this with you were his favourite. Holding you in his arms, feeling the steady beat of your heart against his, staring into your eyes and sharing lazy kisses. This was by far the most magical of moments to him.

“Mornin’ love, sleep well?” He mumbled, brushing your hair from your face, a sleepy smile spread across his lips.

You only nodded, returning his grin before you pressed your head on his chest to rest it, pulling the covers up to your chin. You sighed, feeling utterly content, until a small knock at the door interrupted the comfortable silence.

“Come in,” Tom’s chest vibrated as he spoke, and the door was softly pushed open. Tessa came bounding in, ecstatic to see you again, and Sam poked his head around the door.

“Sorry, but uh— mum said to remind you that we need to get going soon…” Sam seemed unsure of how to position himself, feeling a little awkward that he had to be the one to ruin this perfect moment.

He pulled the door back, leaving Tessa to curl up in your lap. Tom groaned and rubbed his eyes tiredly, sliding out of bed beside you, and as you scratched behind Tessa’s ears, you sighed.

“Why d’ya have to go again so soon,” you pouted at your boyfriend, watching him pull a pair of boxers from his drawers to slide them on, before doing the same with some socks.

You couldn’t see Tom’s face, but you watched his shoulders rise and fall, and if he had been facing you, you would’ve seen the pained expression he wore before he turned to you.

“It’s just not fair, those stupid producers and directors get you for weeks at a time and I get you for one stinking day!” You knew you shouldn’t complain; Tom always did his best to keep both you and his work equal.

Tessa jumped down and nudged the door open to escape, so you sat up and pulled the covers around your chest, blinking at Tom in the half-lit bedroom. You rested your head on your shoulder, watching him innocently as he gathered last night’s clothes from the floor. After he had shoved them into his bag, you snatched it from him playfully.

“You can’t leave me if you don’t have your clothes,” you dropped it to the floor on your side of the bed and Tom reached out, a playful smirk on his lips.

“Darling, I’d still have to leave, but I’d have to leave like this,” he gestured down to his body, wearing only his boxers and some socks.

“I happen to think that’s quite a good look on you,” you giggled, biting your thumb as he bent a knee on to the bed, crawling towards you.

“Well you would,” he smirked, his legs straddled either side of your hips before he leant down to kiss you softly, his lips moving gently with yours.

The longer the kiss continued, the more intense it got. Tom’s hands began to wander, tracing every inch of your chest, his tongue dipping into your mouth. When you felt him groan above you, you knew it was time to pull away.

You hummed in contentment, staring up into your boyfriend’s deep brown eyes, your arms around his neck as your fingertips played lightly with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Baby, we don’t have time for that, you have a plane to catch,” your hand came down to run along his collarbone.

“One second you don’t want me to leave, the next you’re knocking me back, ouch,” Tom chuckled and lifted one hand that he had been using to balance himself above you, to cup your cheek lightly. “Think you can wait for me until next time?” He asked with a cheeky grin.

“I’m sure I’ll manage somehow,” you laughed and he leant over to take his bag from your side of the bed.

Tom stayed straddled across your hips, a smile still lingering as he looked down at you. “Y’know, I think you somehow get more and more beautiful every time I come back to you.” 

You blushed at his words as he scattered kisses across your cheeks, on your nose, and finally on your lips.

“Shut up smelly,” you slapped his chest playfully, “and go take a shower, you actually do stink.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi love , I'm recently in love with your blogs and all . Can you please so a BTS Reaction to their S/O falling alseep with other member (too sexually) 😏😉😉😂


Originally posted by ksjknj

When Namjoon gets back from the studio, completely exhausted (especially after the hot shower he has just taken) and finds you in his bed with Taehyung, his mood doesn’t improve at all. The violent storm outside goes perfectly well with his growing anger. He gets closer to the bed, realizing how close you two are, Taehyung’s leg over yours to wrap himself around you. The size of your shorts never bothered Namjoon until tonight… He leans over you and taps your shoulder while a thunder breaks out at the same time. You wake up immediately, startled and lost for a moment, waking up Tae who doesn’t seem to understand what’s going on. When you see the cold glance that Namjoon gives you, you shudder and say in an embarrassed whisper : « I was waiting for you but I was so scared of the thunder, so… I asked Tae to stay next to me so we could talk… I guess we fell asleep ». This explanation doesn’t really seem to suit Namjoon who bites the inside of his cheek, restraining himself from making a scene in front of Tae. You try to take the hand of your boyfriend who pushes it away, turning his cold gaze on Tae who looks at him with big eyes. As Namjoon turns his back, you grab his sleeve and force him to look at you. Before you have time to apologize, Tae catches Namjoon’s other sleeve and pulls him towards him. Joonie falls between you two, cursing in surprise, and slightly jumps when Tae wraps his leg and arm around him, his hand grabbing your shoulder, getting you closer to Namjoon’s back. He closes his eyes and says innocently : « Let’s all sleep together tonight… I’m scared of the thunder too, Hyung… ». Trying to hide a laugh, you huddle against the back of your boyfriend, hugging him tenderly with your arms around his waist. Namjoon lets out a curse in a breath, defeated by this stupid thing called cuteness.


Originally posted by donewithjeon

Tae has been playing for an hour with Jungkook when he feels the tiredness after eating invading him. He suddenly wants to take a nap with you and wants to feel the heat of your breath against his neck. This wonderful idea in mind, he leaves Jungkook to join you in the living room where he left you with Hoseok & Namjoon. When he arrives in the room, Namjoon is no longer there, but Hoseok is. Tae can’t miss him : you’re sleeping against him and his hand is on your head, as if he had fallen asleep while stroking your hair. Tae doesn’t take a look at the TV that keeps playing the movie and gets closer to you, his heart getting heavier. He takes off Hoseok’s hand of your head, waking him up, making you open your eyes. Tae sadly looks at you as you quickly get up as you realize that you fell asleep against Hobi. After a last guilty look at Hoseok, you take your man to his room to try to make yourself forgiven, apologizing again and again, without much success. Taehyung stays cold for the rest of the day, not even making a scene, just ignoring you. You really hurt him and he needs time to get over it. When night falls, as he watches you pass your hands on his thighs while he sits on the bed, you can see in his eyes that there’s only one way for him to forgive you : you have to show him that he’s the only one who can obtain whatever he wants from you, the only one to possess you entirely.


It’s been a while since Jin no longer hears the silly shouting of the kids in Jungkook’s room, so it’s natural that he goes to kookie’s room to check if everything is okay, especially since he asked them to take care of you. When he opens the door and finds you sleeping like a baby, head on Jungkook’s leg while the maknae is still playing on his xbox with Hobi & Jimin, he can’t restrain an outraged shout. You wake up by jumping, your head bumping violently against the joystick, making Jungkook jumps too. As you massage your head, growling under the pain, furious to be woken up like this, Jin begins to yell, throwing angry sentences at you faster and faster, looking more and more annoyed. You straighten up when he asks you to come closer to him and don’t even try to say anything, knowing fully well that Seokjin is going to talk about this all day. He only calms down hours later, after hearing your excuses thousands of times. He doesn’t forgive you, he’s just tired of yelling.


Originally posted by beatriceindre

It’s very late when Hoseok finally comes back from the dance studio. He can’t wait to feel the warmth of your arms around him but his impatience is stopped by seeing you on Yoongi’s lap. He drops his bag on the floor and approaches the sofa where Yoongi looks at him with a frightened look, his arms open wide, completely stuck under your grip. You are on his knees, facing him and firmly embracing him, singing a little childish song. When he sees the staggered look Hobi gives him, Yoongi starts to whine : « She drank a lot while waiting for you, don’t ask me why… She fell asleep so I wanted to wake her up so that she could lie down in your bed but she caught me and threw herself at me ! She immobilized me and didn’t stop crying by saying your name, she kept saying how perfect you are, that she doesn’t deserve you, that she’s afraid you will leave her… I spent the worst night of my life, please help me… ». Hoseok sighs at his friend’s desperate look and bends over to try to get you off of him. Suddenly, you start shouting « No ! I want my Hobi ! I want my baby ! ». Yoongi starts to grumble, waving his arms impotently, making Hoseok finally smile. He still tries to get you off of him, gently saying your name. As soon as you hear his voice, you turn to him and almost falls on the ground. Once you’re in Hoseok’s arms, you start to cry like an idiot, hugging him tight while he kisses your head.


Originally posted by cyyphr

Yoongi is finally done shooting his scene and quickly joins the car, knowing that you have been waiting for him. He opens the door and sighs when he sees Tae & Kookie asleep in the back seat, taking almost the whole surface with their long bodies. His eyes lands on Jimin who sleeps curled up on the other side of the back seat. You’re leaning against him, your head against his neck, your mouth a few millimeters away from his neck. The sight of Jimin’s hand, too close to your thigh, makes him violently slam the door. He goes around the car and, when he opens the door on your side, almost making you fall on the floor, you realize that you’re going to regret it. He clenches his fingers around your wrist and pulls you away from the car, making your heart race. Once away from everyone, he begins to speak to you in a harsh voice : « Why are you sleeping against him like that ? What the fuck, Y/N… I’m really fucking mad, right now… ». On the verge of tears, you try to apologize, knowing fully well that he will not talk to you for the rest the day, he’ll maybe even go to sleep in his studio… But at nightfall, as you cry silently in his bed, you feel his arm passing around your waist. You let out a long sob, squeezing his arm against you, shivering when his lips touches your neck.


Originally posted by kimthehyung

When he leaves the studio and finds you asleep against Namjoon, your back resting against his chest and your hand nonchalantly resting on his thigh, Jimin can’t restrain his annoyance. He hates it when you’re too close to another member and this time, it went a little further. He’s about to awaken you without much gentleness when he realizes that the table is strewn with his favorite dishes, small hearts carved by you to decorate the table. He sees a little ridiculous sign in the hand of Namjoon : « Good job, Mochi ! We’re proud of you. » Jimin suddenly feels guilty, guessing that you waited for him to celebrate the end of the recording of his solo song. He nervously passes a hand on his neck and leans towards you, stroking your cheek. When you start to slightly move, growling as you wake up, Jimin whispers : « I was getting so fucking mad, but you two are really cute… Don’t ever fall asleep against him like that, tho. »


Jungkook knows very well that you hate horror movies as much as Jimin, so he left you on the couch with him, preferring to get closer to the screen so he can’t miss anything. As the movie ends, he turns to ask if you have not been too scared (this little shit has completely forgotten you during the movie) and he sees Jimin asleep against you, his head comfortably resting on your breasts. He gets up quickly, grabs Jimin by his hair and hisses : « Get the fuck out of my girlfriend boobs, you little… ». He doesn’t end his sentence, his voice covered by Jimin’s scream. You stand up, awakened by these two idiots, and yell at Jungkook when you see that he’s hurting Jimin. When Jungkook throws a look at you that could kill you, you close your mouth, realizing that he has the right to be angry. Jimin apologizes, trying not to burst out laughing, slipping away to let you both argue in peace. You slightly blush, not liking the look of reproach that Jungkook gives you. You straighten up, trying to soften him with your doe eyes, and says quietly : « You should’ve have pay attention to me, I was afraid… And tired, too. » Jungkook hisses between his teeth again, pulling your hair like he did with Jimin, making you understand that tonight’s gonna be rough for you.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm not sure, maybe you've already wrote something like this in other requests (I don't remember all your hc although I love your works!). Maybe you want to write hc about mc and her s/o had a very bad fight. The reason was stupid and it was s/o fault that they fought so badly, but now mc is really mad. How will rfa+Saeran+V make up with her?

Aww thank you! We do have one where the fight is MC’s fault here. So here you go~ Enjoy!


  • He was off for the evening for the first time in a long time
  • But when he asked you to go out with him, you told him you already had made plans with other friends
  • It really shouldn’t have been a big deal, but Zen blew up about it–mostly because the stress of late hours was getting to him
  • “I honestly feel like I’m more invested in this relationship than you are. You can’t even take one night off for me?”
  • All he remembers after he said those words is that you abruptly hung up on him
  • A few days go by and he cools off
  • And he starts thinking more about what he said and how stupid it was
  • You were always supporting him, and it was selfish for him to say something like that
  • You weren’t answering his texts or calls, so he goes to your apartment
  • He’s waiting at your door with a bouquet of flowers and a box of your favorite chocolates
  • You don’t even have the chance to let him in as he’s showering you with apologies
  • You listen to him, but you also say you need to talk it out
  • You assure him that you’ve been pretty busy this month, and you didn’t mean to brush him off
  • In order to compromise, you two set aside one weekend a month that is reserved only for you two


  • You had been wanting to meet your parents, since you’ve already met his
  • He keeps saying he can’t because of his work and school
  • But really he’s just scared he’ll be a disappointment, so he’s avoiding it
  • You keep asking him at intervals, because it really was important to you
  • On top of it, you keep talking about all this stuff you had to do
  • He doesn’t even know why he said, but it slipped out of his mouth, “You’re turning into such a nag, MC.You’re not the only one with stuff to do.” 
  • You recoil and just quietly mumble, “Sorry. Didn’t know I was such a bother”
  • Yoosung is too ashamed to say anything, so he watches as you quietly leave
  • Within the hour, he’s spamming your phone with apologies
  • When you don’t respond, he feels so horrible and guilty
  • He has no idea how to make it up to you
  • He starts thinking about all the other things you were “nagging” him about and realized how much work you were piled with in addition to trying to make time for him
  • He writes down as many as he can and starts getting them done for you
  • As the days go on, you started to notice a lot of those errands you had to do were already done
  • You knew it was Yoosung, so you finally go to see him
  • He hesitantly gives you a hug and mutters another apology
  • He promises to go see your parents that weekend and also asks that you tell him when you’re getting overwhelmed with stuff


  • Business at the cafe was booming
  • Jaehee just didn’t realize how on edge she was, as she was very task oriented
  • She tried to make sure everything was perfect, which meant she was cutting in the middle of your work if it wasn’t done fast enough or in a certain way
  • You calmly approach her and say you’re worried she’s taking too much on herself
  • But she takes it wrong in her stress, “Are you accusing me of being a control freak? Fine. Take all the work if you want.”
  • You get really quiet and leave the cafe to go home
  • You call in sick for the next three days, and Jaehee starts to get nervous thinking she really messed up
  • She realizes you were right about the work load and pull an all nighter trying to set up a better scheule
  • She presents it to you and tries to be professional, but in the middle she just kind of breaks down and apologizes
  • She admits that she really misses your presence, not just while working but afterwards
  • Of course, you forgive her and you two make an effort to always be honest about work and stress and your feelings


  • It had been a little while since you’ve been married
  • And he was against you working, since there really was no financial need
  • This was always a touchy subject, but since he’d been away on business trips a lot, you were getting lonely doing nothing in the penthouse
  • When he gets back from his long, no so successful trip, you bring up the working thing again
  • He takes everything you say wrongly and snaps, “I’m trying to make you as happy as possible. At least try to be grateful.”
  • You’re taken aback a little before you reply evenly, “How can I be happy when you won’t even let me have a purpose besides being trapped in this house?”
  • You storm into your room and lock the door behind you
  • Jumin collapses on the couch in exhaustion
  • After drifting in and out of sleep, he calms down and his head clears
  • And he realizes what an incredible mistake he made
  • He tries to go apologize, but you won’t open the door for him
  • So he sits down with his back against the door and starts giving his apology
  • When he’s done, he just waits patiently against the door
  • You eventually decide to leave the room, and you’re surprised to find him still leaning against the door
  • He looks up at you with these sorrowful eyes and you can’t help but forgive him 
  • But you still want to talk things out
  • He agrees and you two are just sitting on the floor in your hall working things out
  • By the end, you’re crying, he’s holding you, and you two have come to an agreement that makes you both happy


  • You’ve been trying to help him break some of his bad habits and start taking care of himself
  • Normally, he didn’t mind
  • But lately, with everything going on with Saeran, he’d had a lack of sleep and also had been going through a rough time
  • Those self-deprecating thoughts started creeping in again and he felt like dirt already
  • You had found he’d skipped a few meals and hadn’t been getting any exercise to clear his mind
  • So, you gave him some gentle scolding
  • But he took it to heart and lashed out, “If you think I’m that incapable, why do you even bother hanging around? I don’t ask you to come by this often.”
  • There’s a moment of tense silence before you just throw your hands up
  • “Fine. I’m out.”
  • He hears you slam the door behind you as you leave his apartment
  • He gets into his broody mood for a few hours before he cools off
  • He just feels so horrible, and he knows you’re just trying to help him
  • He knows you’re not going to take his calls, so he just goes to your apartment
  • You open the door because you’re not expecting him
  • He’s holding up a bag full of your favorite take out
  • He gives you a sheepish smile, “See…now you can see if I’m eating?”
  • You still give him the silent treatment while you eat, but you feel a little less angry after eating
  • He apologizes and you two talk through some things before you’re back to your normal selves cuddling on the couch


  • He was having a bad few days dealing with his emotions and things resurfacing
  • You try to help by asking him questions about how he feels and just talking soothingly
  • He gets really irritated and just cracks
  • “You’re so annoying. Just shut up!”
  • You’re really hurt by this, so you just kind of fade out and leave
  • He knows right away that it affected you, but he doesn’t bother going after you
  • He thinks it’s probably a good thing anyway for you to get some space
  • But after nearly a week of not hearing from you, he starts to get worried
  • He’s also starting to miss you
  • He tries to call you, but he goes to voicemail
  • He leaves a string of messages throughout the day
  • You legitimately weren’t by your phone, but he just thinks you finally got fed up and left him
  • His apologies are so heartfelt that you forgive him after listening to all his messages
  • You find him right away to work things out
  • He agrees to try to be more sensitive to you, and you try to be more understanding of when he gets into one of his phases


  • He had been putting off eye surgery for quite awhile
  • And you knew he was hiding a reason behind his procrastination
  • So, you kept pushing him to get it
  • He just feels like you don’t understand and he’s getting on edge about it
  • He gives you a lot of silent treatment and subtly makes cutting remarks
  • But this only makes you feel horrible about it, and finally your feelings just burst out
  • “If this is about keeping ties with your past…or with Rika…just tell me instead of keeping everything secret. I thought we were done with that.”
  • You walk out and everything clicks to place in his head
  • He knew you were right about keeping secrets, and he knew his behavior wasn’t acceptable
  • He types out a letter as best as he can with his good eye
  • In it, he apologizes and promises to become a better person for you
  • He also includes some other sweet things
  • He goes to your place and slips the letter under your door
  • When you read it, you can feel your heart melting
  • You guys meet up for coffee and talk face to face about working things out
  • He eventually does get the surgery, thinking of it as symbolic of leaving behind his past

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Domestic Klance Moments, Family Edition

[Part Two]

  • Keith and Lance are arguing after their dinner date about who has to drive home from the restaurant. Lance looks away for a minute. “Babe, look.” Keith says. Lance turns around to see Keith down a bottle of wine that was on the table.
  • While the kids are out, they take the opportunity to play their ultimate playlist on one of their phones and dance like embarrassing grandpas in their living room until one of them starts laughing.
  • They give each other back rubs after a long day.
  • They would make awesome dads (with little to none questionable irresponsibilities lol).
    • Lance: You gave our hyper 5 year old Sprite?!
    • Keith: There’s no caffeine in it!
  • Disneyland with Keith, Lance, and their kids.
    • Can you imagine….how cute they be….the whole family….riding in the spinning teacups.
    • Cheesy disney family photos where the whole family is wearing mickey ears and they’re posing with a mascot.
    • Their kids are wearing costumes of their favorite disney character.
  • The first time they had a baby, they couldn’t stop feeling anxious about leaving them for a minute. They were clingy.
    • Lance: Maybe I should check up on them one more time…
    • Allura: Lance, we just walked out the door.
    • Keith: Oh my god, I forgot to give Lance’s mom (baby)’s favorite toy.
    • Hunk: Keith, we’re only gonna be gone for half an hour.
  • Their babies would calm down easily with their singing. Sometimes they’ll sing in English, sometimes in Spanish, sometimes in Korean.
  • They just…become so soft when they’re around their babies.
    • Lance tickling his baby’s tummy with his nose. 
    • Keith playing peek-a-boo. 
    • That one airplane game where they lie on their backs, hold their baby’s hands, and lift them up with their legs. 
    • Keith passed out with their baby also passed out on his chest, Lance taking photos.
  • When they have little arguments and Keith is being difficult or stubborn, like refusing to go take a shower or something, Lance just picks him up. Just lifts him up, grabs him by the waist, drapes him vertically over his shoulder, like a sack, like a parent taking their child to their time out spot. The first time Lance did this, Keith was so pleasantly impressed with his strength that he forgot he was upset. After many times however, Keith just has a resigned annoyed face.
    • Keith: Stop manhandling me.
    • Lance: Hah! You love it, don’t lie.
    • He does. He loves it a lot.
    • Consider, Keith pinching his butt when he carries him like that again.
  • You know those parents who give their new born baby a new born pet? Yeah, that’s them.
    • Lance, holding a camcorder, crying: Keith, I can’t take this, our baby is snuggling the puppy, I’m really gonna die.
    • Keith: Don’t you dare fucking die, you’re going to capture every second of this cute moment, so help me god.
  • I think these two would be sentimental enough to capture one another doing mundane things, one second of everyday, every year into a little video project, which shows what loving saps they are for the other.
    • Moments like: Keith looking at the sunset out the balcony. Keith sleeping in bed, the light hitting his face. Keith with a cup of coffee in his hands, laughing. Keith reading and petting a cat. Keith walking and carrying shopping bags. Keith putting seat belts on his kids. Keith chasing his kids in the backyard.
    • Moments like: Lance sitting on a surfboard, laughing. Lance building sandcastles with his kids. Lance baking. Lance singing in the shower. Lance walking the dog. Lance wiping his kid’s nose. Lance washing the dishes.
  • Their kids have nightmares sometimes so Lance and Keith let them sleep on their bed, no matter how old they are.
  • On Christmas mornings, their kids would jump on their bed to wake them up. They’re probably bruised.
    • They do the whole leaving milk and cookies for Santa (which Lance and Keith share together).
      • Their kid: Why are there two empty glasses here?
      • Lance: Uhh….Santa was probably really thirsty.
    • Their kids are tearing apart the gift wrapping like animals, but Keith and Lance are drinking coffee together and watching them fondly.
  • Game night is intense in this family, you got the most competitive couple and the kids who were raised by these two.
    • Wii sports resort competitions. They probably hurt the other on accident with a Wii remote once or twice.
  • Lance and Keith always record their kids’ performing recitals.
    • Lance: You’re doing amazing sweetie!
  • They’re actually pretty chill in PTA meetings (or at least, Lance is), but if you criticize their kids, they’re definitely going to be savage lol.
    • Keith: The only shit I smell is the platter that looks like an animal died in it, that you call casserole, Sandra.

(rolls out of bed) (puts on coffee) Good morning, kids.

So they’re not even together yet. But they’re friendly. They have this mutual respect thing going on around basketball. Billy says shit in class that makes Steve snort laugh and he can’t help himself. There’s a party at Steve’s house one night and Billy’s a little drunk and talks about his dad to Steve while out having a smoke and feels like an idiot later but Steve was so cool about it- understanding without being pitying and changing the subject at just the right time. 

Then Billy has a shitty night with Neil, gets all banged up and he has to get out for the night and he should just sleep in his car, he thinks, but somehow he ends up at Steve’s. Steve is taken aback but sure man, you can crash here it’s fine. He sleeps in the bed with Steve- it’s a little awkward and a little nice but nothing happens. 

In the morning Billy’s all stubbly- he hasn’t shaved in a couple days. He had nightmares and when he walks up all he can think of is having to go back home and he’s shaky but he needs to shave. He waits for Steve to finish showering and shaving and pokes around Harrington’s room-there’s something comforting about it even though it’s a weirdly sterile impersonal room, it’s still Steve’s room.

Billy showers and he’s kind of scattered, he puts on his jeans and stands in the bathroom trying to shave but his hand shakes a little too much and his face is banged up…

“You’re gonna slice your face open,” Steve says, coming in.

“I can shave, Harrington, don’t be stupid-”

But Steve is standing so close and he smells so good and somehow Billy let’s Steve take the razor, murmuring about how it’s no big deal.

So Steve stands there and shaves Billy but he’s soooo careful, turning Billy’s face one way, gently, just his finger tips lightly on Billy’s jaw, going around every bit of bruise. He goes so slow and he’s so focussed on not hurting Billy and acting like Billy is made of porcelain or something and nobody treats Billy like that ever because Billy is HARD and made of blood and rocks and doesn’t Steve know that? And Steve isn’t even done–vestiges of shaving cream left on Billy’s face– when Billy reaches up and takes the razor from Steve’s hand and all he can hear is their breathing. And all Billy knows is he wants more of this even if he is made of blood and rocks, he could just pretend for a minute that he should be treated this way, and he kind of bows his head, not even sure what to do but he rests his hands on Steve’s shoulders and pulls him a little closer and then Steve is hugging him. That’s all. They’re just hugging in the bathroom in the morning. And even Steve’s hug is gentle but his arms feel strong too wrapped around Billy’s bare back. And hasn’t been held like that, hasn’t thought about the concept of a “hug” in, he has no idea how long really. And they stay like that for a long time listening to each other breathe.



I got out of the flat before Harry came out of his room.
I was trying to process how I was feeling, more than anything. Myself and Harry had put an end to things before anything even started, in the hopes of avoiding either of us feeling as down as I was doing after seeing that girl come out of his room. I didn’t even imagine I would feel the way I was, so beat, so disheartened.

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anonymous asked:

domestic boyfriends hcs plz

I love my boys and support their domestic lifestyle so certainly anon!

- It started out with them rooming at college just so they didn’t have to be with strangers, but ended up dating and loving the life.

-they both end up getting really good jobs, Jeremy as a tech wizard who designs software and games on the side, while Michael is a dj, music editor and creator. He has a commercial with his audio work in it for shampoo.

-so they have a little apartment together now! It’s not the best but it’s definitely not the worst, they can’t complain. And Michael likes being on the fourth floor because of the porch

-they have the goddamn softest blankets since their bed is close to a rock. They’re working on buying a new one but it has to be perfect.

-they sleep all cuddled up

-Michael takes about two hours to wake up and even then that’s late, so when they have off Jeremy will get up and make Michael breakfast for him to wake up too

-Michael tells pretty much everyone that waking up to the smell of Jeremy’s chocolate chip pancake is the best feeling in the world.

-they’re supposed to split the chores but they never follow their set boundaries. When Michael is too tired to do the dishes Jeremy steps in and does so no problem, or when Michael hears Jeremy had a stressful day he’ll do the laundry for him

-but there’s also a lot of moments where both of them are in a slump and everything just piles up until Jeremy decides to stress clean

- Michael still walks in yelling “honey I’m home!”

- when Jeremy does the dishes Michael comes up and puts soap suds on his nose, and Jeremy usually responds by flicking water at him

-they have a mini fridge full of Mountain Dew red just in case

-Jeremy leaves his boxers everywhere and Michael keeps stumbling on them, they no longer phase him.

-Michael has a pet peeve for handprints and smudges on the windows but Jeremy opens the porch door by dragging his hand along it

-they both have opposing schedules, so they don’t go on dates as much as they’d like.

-they usually spend time with each other winding down, relaxing on the couch and watching movies

- you would not believe how many times Michael has carried Jeremy to bed because the boy fell asleep on the couch

-the SQUIP actually helps with their schedules and life, sometimes even waking Jeremy up to tell Michael his alarm didn’t go off.

- Rich is basically always over, he says he loves “casa de los homosexuales”

- Michael big spoons Jeremy and kisses his neck, then says “no homo”

-they take showers together, usually at night. Jeremy leans against Michael’s back and they just have a comfortable silence.

- they have the god damned greatest game station set up and if you so much as put dust on one of their consoles they will kill.

-seriously like a third of their cash goes to that decked out baby. They have it organized by console, genre, and alphabetized.

-they also have a ton of posters and nerd decals and merch everywhere

-Michael has this giant pacman ghost of pinky that Jeremy won him (by accident) at a carnival once and he loves it half to death

-once they were brushing their teeth when Jeremy inhaled the foamy mint stuff and choked

-they also lay on each other and scroll through their phones if they need down time.

-They have a scrapbook of all their memories and yes it is gay.

-there’s a hole in the wall covered up by a movie poster because Michael once wore his skates inside and crashed.

-when Jeremy is really tired he doesn’t sleep with his shoes on, no he kicks and flings his shoes across the room, it scares Michael.

- Michael wakes up in the middle of the night to panic attacks every now and then, to which Jeremy will rub his back and hold him to calm him down.

-sometimes Michael catches Jeremy talking to himself- or well his SQUIP- and he just sounds so upset that it physically hurts him

-Jeremy has better control over it now so he’s ok. But sometimes he falters yknow?

-random kisses everywhere. Just lean over and kiss your boyf do it.

- “dude you’re so high right now”

“I am not”

“You just asked me if the guy with the biggest dick was named dick and if that’s why we call them dicks.”

anonymous asked:

can you imagine in the teendad story Harry I'm the early days Harry is on tour and in America for so long that when he comes home his baby girl cries when he holds her

He’s just purely broken.

His daughter, just a few months old and still so fresh to the world and still so incredibly tiny, doesn’t recognise him. She doesn’t know who he is. She doesn’t remember him and she doesn’t remember his comforting hold and she can’t remember his gentle voice that would always soothe her to sleep; whether it be singing a song to her or talking to her. All he had been thinking about, and what made his flight seem so much longer, was getting home and cuddling with his daughter. Telling her what he’d been up to and showing off the baby-grows, embellished with the Packers logo, and clothing, that YN must have thought was from a vintage clothing store, that he’d brought for her on his journey. His favourite being, “my daddy is a superstar” because, well, he really was on the edge of becoming a superstar.

Amelie was happily bouncing in her rocker, in the middle of Anne’s living room, when he’d arrived, midway, through their chippy tea. The smell of greasy chips, salt and vinegar, and curry sauce hitting him in the face as soon as his sister had opened the door. He’d stolen a few chips from YN’s plate and she’d given him a lip-smacking and curry-flavoured smooch before he was settling himself down on the floor, tickling the underside of one of Amelie’s tiny feet.

“Hey, little love. Hi. Daddy’s back home,” he coos, her eyes looking over him with scepticism as he unclipped the straps and removed the pink and knitted blanket from her lap and lifting her into his arms. Lips pouted and slightly dribbling down her chin as he swiped the corner of the blanket below her bottom lip. “Daddy’s missed you so, so much, pretty girl. Have you and mummy been missing me?”

He’s peppering the softest of kisses to her face when she starts to cry. And they’re not the whimpers he’d hear when she was disgruntled and pulled away from the place she was most comfortable in. They weren’t the cries that he’d usually hear through the night when she was hungry. They were cries of fear and he can feel something pierce his heart when his mother takes her from him and calms her down, cries almost coming to a stop, as Anne took gentle steps into the kitchen.

“What was that?”

“Harry…” His girlfriend whispers, frowning when he shrugs away from her hand and stands back to his feet, dropping the blanket back to the rocker as he went to grab his bags. “Harry, it’s n-”

“I’m going to go and have a shower and get ready for bed. The flight was long,” he murmurs, ignoring Robin’s gruff voice of telling him to stay and brushing off the looks that YN and Gemma gave to him. “I’ll probably just go to sleep, as well. M’exhausted and all that flyin’ has drained me.”

He’s up the stairs before his mum comes back into the room, passing the satisfied baby over to YN as she cradles Amelie close to her, the bedroom door closing behind him and echoing around the lower level of the house. Anne’s eyes looking around the room as Gemma shook her head, looking back towards YN as she stood to her feet. Announcing that she was going to go and see if he was okay and to settle Amelie down for the night, after a cuddle with her daddy because it was long overdue. 

She poked her head into their bedroom to see it empty, all but the suitcase on the floor, beside his side of the bed, and slightly dug through as he searched around for his pyjamas and his shower bag. Her next bet being the bathroom. Wracking her knuckles on the door, adjusting the baby in her arm, and hearing a grumble before the door unlocked.

“Don’t fancy anything to eat, mum. Ate on the plane,” she hears as the door creaks open, revealing his naked torso and the towel tight around his waist. His mouth slightly gaping when he sees his girlfriend, and his little girl, stood in the doorway, “hi.”

“Hi, mister.”

“Is there something you, uh, that you want?”

“Just thought you could give her a proper cuddle before her bedtime. Without everyone watching you. You know she really has missed you, right?” She smiled, her eyes dropping to the little baby tucked into her arms. Green eyes staring at Harry. “I could really do with going for a wee, as well, and, you’ll be doing me a huge favour if you take her from me,” she urges for him to cradle her. Grinning widely when his hands come to take her tiny frame, cuddling up to his chest as he rests her head against his shoulder, letting her head cosy into the hollow of his collarbone. “See? I think she was just a little, you know, overwhelmed that her daddy was back home. That’s the longest you’ve been away from us.”

“And I don’t plan on going anywhere, for a long time, little love. Daddy’s here to stay,” he hums, his lips pressed against her head, “missed you so much, peach.” xx

Used to This - Part II

Overview: You’ve lived with the Winchesters for years as a fellow hunter, and everyone has always stayed well in the friend zone. What happens when nightmares come haunting and Dean offers to help? Will things change, or is it all in your head?

Characters: Dean, Reader, with special guest appearance by Sam

Word Count: 2,524

Warnings: Nightmares, crap motel blankets, cold feet, language, and FLUFF

A/N: I thought the first part of this was just gonna be a drabble. Then it turned into a oneshot. Now it’s turned into a mini series. Oops. Blessings bestowed up on @wheresthekillswitch and @hannahindie for fixing my letter errors and giving me all the encouragement. And Lee is the whole reason this second part even exists, so thanks to her for demanding more.

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Cold. I noticed it in my toes first, a sharp sensation that had my feet stretching down in desperate search of my quilt. Chill bumps prickled my legs and quickly traveled up my spine and down my arms. An involuntary shudder briefly shook my shoulders. Where are my damn covers?

A sensation of blissful warmth tickled my memory, and in one quick flash it all came back to me. My eyes snapped open, my chills long forgotten as I blinked and waited for my pupils to dilate. The cold had already answered my inquiry, but my adjusted eyes confirmed it; Dean was gone.

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philosophium  asked:

❛❛ I know how you look at him - even though you’re not his. ❜❜ (gimme angst gimme gimme gimme) <3 <3

Aaah, you know I had to do this one for you since you’re so amazing! ❤️️❤️️❤️️ ❤️️  ❤️️ ❤️️  ❤️️ I hope it doesn’t disappoint?

So, Ravens!Neil, Ravens!Andrew, soulmates but with a huge dose of angst! Uhm… mention of Andrew’s past and of COURSE Riko, some slight abuse but I’d say… T rating? And swearing, of course swearing….


Andrew was used to not getting what he wanted, to Fate always fucking him over in various ways. There was the fact that he was the twin which Tilda had given up for adoption and the long chain of nightmare foster ‘families’. There was finally finding what he’d thought was a home with Cass Spear and then Drake showing up to ruin it (to ruin him). There had been the time in juvie, only for Pig Higgins to meddle and Luther to be an annoyance and off to Columbia Andrew had gone.

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Up in flames

A/N: First off, yikes. In this fic Sam & Jess have been together since freshman year at Stanford. After almost three years of dating, Jess finds out that she’s pregnant. They somehow balance school and parenthood and are doing a pretty great job at it when Dean comes crawling through the window Halloween night…This does not follow the pilot episode of SPN.

This is my entry for @daughters-and-winsisters writing challenge.

Warnings: Angst, character death.

Sam x Daughter!Reader   Dean x Niece!Reader   Sam x Jess

Hearing a crashing noise coming from the front room Sam leaped out of bed. He glanced at Jess to make sure she was okay before he slowly walked out of his room. Carefully walking down the hall, avoiding the creaky parts of the wooden floor, Sam opened the door to his nearly six month old daughter’s nursery. He reached over and placed his hand on your chest; feeling his hand rise with your breaths as he looked around the room.

Satisfied that you were safe, Sam left your room and made his way into the living room. However, as soon as he walked in he was attacked, he was quickly pinned to the ground but as he looked up at his attacker he realized it was none other then his older brother, “Dean?”

After a few more words were exchanged, along with Sam flipping Dean over onto his back, proving he wasn’t rusty, the boys stood and stared at each other. Sam was in shock that his brother was standing in front of him, he had a million questions which were interrupted when Jess flipped the light on.

“Sam?” She asked sleepily.

One awkward introduction and a few moments of silence Sam was about to question why Dean was there when your cry was heard from down the hall. Dean whipped his head over at Sam, wondering why there was a baby in the apartment.

“I’ll get her.” Jess told Sam with a smile.

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