idk the way hes sitting is just

IDK HIS SIGN BUT SOMEONE COME BE HAPPY WITH ME AND TALK TO ME ABOUT THIS OKAY

THERE IS A CUTE BOY IN MY ENVIRONMENTAL STUDIES CLASS AND USUALLY I CANT TALK TO HIM BECAUSE HE SITS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ROOM AND IS RETAKING MY COURSE SO IS A YEAR OLDER SO LIKE I CANT FIND A WAY TO MAKE CONVERSATION

SO USUALLY WE JUST MAKE EYES FROM ACROSS THE ROOM LOL HE LITERALLY HAS TO TURN HIS HEAD 90 DEGREES TO LOOK AT ME AND I KNOW HE DOES IT TO LOOK AT ME BECAUSE (FOLLOW * FOR THE BACKGROUND INFO)

BUT TODAY

WE WENT ON A TRIP AND I MANAGED TO TALK TO HIM A LOT AND MAKE HIM LAUGH AS OUR CLASS WAS COPPICING TREES AND HE WAS DOING SO NEAR ME AND EVERYONE NEAR ME WAS LIKE MY FRIENDS SO I LIKE WAS JOKEY AND CONVERSING WITH EVERYONE AND YAY HE SMILED A LOT AT WHAT I SAID AND WE HAD A LITTLE CHIT CHAT AND TALKED ABOUT DOGS A LITTLE IN OUR GROUP

SO YEAH

NOW IDK IF I’LL EVER GET SUCH AN OPPORTUNITY AGAIN LIKE I JUST WANT HIS NUMBER AND TO SPEND TIME WITH HIM HE IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND HAS BEAUTIFUL OPINIONS

I SENSE A LOT OF CANCER AND GEMINI IN HIM IF ANYONE //WAS// WONDERING

* I WAS LATE INTO CLASS AND HAD TO SIT DIRECTLY OPPOSITE HIM BUT OUR SEATS ARE LIKE A U SHAPE SO WE WERE THE POINTS OF THE U, AND I HAD NOTICED HIM SINCE DAY ONE OF CLASS BECAUSE HE IS SO CUTE AND ONCE I SAT OPPOSITE HIM I COULD SEE HOW SUDDENLY HE NOTICED ME AND FROM THAT DAY EVEN THO I SIT BACK IN MY SEAT WHICH IS LIKE PARALLEL TO HIS SO LIKE THE BOTTOM OF THE U HE LOOKED TO ME MORE OFTEN WHEN HE NEVER DID BEFORE.

The music from your fingertips

(A/N): yes, just yes

Request: Hey!! I was wondering if you could write something where you play the piano and bucky is just sort of obsessed with the way you play it and he loves it and idk some sort of fluff?

Warnings: none


Originally posted by 107th-infantry

   Bucky was nearly infatuated with the way (Y/N) was able to create such a beautiful thing using only their fingers. The way their fingers glided over the keys almost effortlessly had Bucky in a trance, absolutely hooked. Whenever (Y/N) sat down to play Bucky would perk up, like a puppy who’d just been offered a treat. And (Y/N)’s music was a treat, such a beautiful thing that he craved nearly everyday. When (Y/N) would sit down for hours to play Bucky would remain by their side, listening intently to the beautiful melodies and songs in a near, high like state.  

   He’d often find himself getting lost in (Y/N)’s music, losing track of everything but the beautiful notes that fell from their fingertips and by the time (Y/N) was done playing Bucky was yearning for more. He usually never asked (Y/N) to keep playing, that’d be selfish of him to abuse such a beautiful creation but something today just needed a bit more of (Y/N)’s beautiful songs. 

   “Wait,” Bucky sighs softly as he reaches out for (Y/N)’s retreating hands. He gently traces his thumb over theirs, attempting to gather his words as he does so. “Can you play just a little longer…please?” (Y/N) gives him a confused smile but nonetheless their eyes shine brightly. 

   “’Course Buck,” Their voice is a warm whisper and Bucky thinks his heart melts. Their fingers settle back down onto the keys and within a few moments (Y/N)’s beautiful music fills the room once again. 


   This became a daily thing, Bucky begging (Y/N) to play him one more song, and then another, and then another until (Y/N)’s piano sessions went from an hour onto 2 or 3. But they didn’t mind in the slightest, in fact they relished in fact that Bucky actually liked their music, whereas they thought they weren’t very good at it. 

   It was a bit curious that Bucky liked something so mundane as music, such simple melodies. (Y/N) had always thought he’d be the rough and tough kind of guy not the ‘sit down beside your lover while they play the piano for hours on end’ guy. But as (Y/N) began to observe Bucky and his musical tendencies they realized one thing, Bucky didn’t really like anyone else’s music, just (Y/N)’s. This was even more curious, to the point that it even made (Y/N) question why Bucky had such an attachment to their music. So, why not try to figure it out?

   “Hey Buck,” (Y/N) stopped playing their music for a moment to direct their attention to the former Winter solider who at the moment was resting his chin on his folded arms as he dazed dreamily at (Y/N) (it was damn near heart exploding it was so cute). Bucky hums softly as he arches a brow, acknowledging their comment. “I’ve just noticed…you don’t really like music but for some reason you seem to really like mine,” (Y/N) swallows the unnecessary lump in their throat. “Why?” Bucky remains silent for a few moments, his eyes closed as he hummed in thought. Finally Bucky opens one eye to stare at (Y/N), giving them a sleepy smile as he does so. 

   “I’m just amazed that you can create this beautiful thing using just your fingertips. It’s just incredible what my baby can do is all,” (Y/N) smiles bashfully, hanging their head as their cheeks burn at the compliment and pet name. “You just have such raw talent and I can’t help but love it,” Bucky continues on, staring at (Y/N) in that dream like haze. “it’s just- it’s just so incredible,” Bucky finishes up with a warm smile, seemingly snapping out of his haze as he does so. (Y/N)’s cheeks burn a little brighter and they have to bite their lip to refrain from cracking their lips from smiling so hard. Instead they settle on pulling Bucky into a bone crushing hug, burying their face in the crook of his warm neck. 

   “Thank you Bucky,” 

James carrying Sirius around on his back to each class when he was sick/too lazy to walk and yelling at everyone who got in their way.

“GET OUT OF THE WAY YOU WILL MAKE MY BOYFRIEND LATE FOR CHARMS!”

“James, he’s not-”

“NO! I REFUSE TO LISTEN TO YOUR COMPLETELY INVALID OPINION.”

“James-”

“SILENCE!”

And when they finally get to class, whoever their teacher was would be totally used to it and just greet them normally, while Remus stared at Sirius and Lily glared at James. James would sit him down all careful and gentle and then kiss his head and mutter something along the lines of ‘you’re welcome, my prince’ and Remus would just stare, not even jealous, but more amused.

“When are you going to tell him that he doesn’t have to do that?” He would ask.

“I think I’ll wait until never,” Sirius said.

“I love you, but you’re an ass sometimes.”

Chocobros in the snow though?

  • Ignis has to sit out during snowball fights because he legitimately always wins and the others would at least like a fighting chance?
  • Except Noctis he cheats by warping all over then it’s a team effort to take the Prince down
  • Ignis makes a killer hot chocolate though and what snow day is complete without hot chocolate?
  • Noctis and Prompto’s mugs have way too many marshmallows like their mugs are at least half full of marshmallows
  • It gives them a good excuse to have a few more cups of hot chocolate though? Gotta have at least two since their mugs weren’t full 
  • There’s an army of snowmen lead by one towering snowman and one that might have been bigger buts it been knocked over
  • If you ask Noctis and Gladio about it they’ll just point fingers at each other
  • Prompto has photographic evidence of the whole ordeal and promises to give them to whoever gives them their hot chocolate first
  • But Prompto made a nice little snow chocobo chick out of part of the fallen snowman
  • Chocobros build Talcott his own little snowfort. Ignis uses a squirt bottle with water and food dye to write “Talcott’s Tower” on the front
  • Everyone’s cheeks and noses are red when they go in and the whole place smells like a delicious stew that Ignis has had cooking all day
Kings of Con or Just Guests

Originally posted by yourfavoritedirector

Tagging: @baritonechick @totallysupernaturaloneshots @psycho-moose-sammy @crowley-you-sinnamon-roll @waywardlullabies @wayward-imagines idk who else to tag


“You’re home early, didn’t want to go out with the boys for drinks?” you ask as you look up from the couch as Rob and Rich make their way into your little apartment.

“Didn’t feel the need to. They can go.” Rich says as he sits next to you pulling you into his side as Rob sprawls out and lays his head on your lap.

“What happened? I haven’t seen either of you this down in months.”

“The ratings were pretty doubled tonight. Hell they were almost triple.” Rich says as his voice rumbles in his chest.

“But that’s good right?”

“They tripled because the boys were on there.” Rob says as he looks up at you.

“Oh. But You still had the question time afterword right?” you say as you run your fingers through Rob’s hair.

“Yea..”

“Except they were almost all for Jared and Jensen or about working with them.” Rich says as he watches your fingers.

“Oh, I’m sure they weren’t the only reason they watched the episode.” you say trying to help them feel better.  

“Maybe not all of them, but a majority of them watched for the boys.” Rob says as he closes his eyes.

“How do you..”

“We saw your Tumblr open and decided to go through the kings of con tag.” Rich says with a defeated voice.

“Rich.. Rob.. I’m so sorry.. I thought the fans would watch for you two, it’s your show you guys worked so hard on it..” you say as tears spring to your eyes as you hurry your face into Rich’s neck.

“They have everything. They show dedicated to them, the fans saying we were lucky to be on that show.”

“The merchandise. The..”

“Hey, now you stop talking like that. You care about people so much. You stay all three days at the conventions making the most of your time spending it with fans. Crashing panels. Setting up jokes. People love you. I love you both. They might have everything. But I have you two, and I couldn’t be more proud of you two.” You say as you cut them off.

Broken Home - M.C.

I feel like I always give Mikey the most dramatic imagines…probably going to do a part two of this, just not today because I’m on my way to baby sit 3 diablos.

__________________________________________

Michael woke up to his phone ringing loudly answering it without hesitation. “Y/n…it’s,” he started before looking towards his alarm clock “3am baby girl. You have class in five hours. Why are you still-”

“Mikey…can you come pick me up please?” She whispered into the phone. Michael sat up running a hand through his hair before running it down his face in an attempt to wake up.

“Why are you whispering?”

“Please…can you just-” she started before being cut off by the sound of glass in the background followed by a female yelling loudly.

“Baby, what’s going on?”

“They’re fighting again,” she whispered once again. He breathed heavily climbing out of the bed before reaching for a pair of jeans by his bed.

“I’ll be there in five.”

Michael sat backstage of the venue in New York thinking of the girl he left behind only two years ago, not that it was his choice.

“We’re going on in thirty…you ready?” Calum asked sitting next to his friend noting his strained face.

“How do you think she is, Cal?”

“Who….? Y/n? I don’t know Mike….can’t you just text her?” He shook his head remembering the night she walked out on him. The last night they ever talked, right before they left for their first tour.

Michael let his lips trail up the skin on her neck as he slowly eased his way into her. He wanted to show her how much he loved her, and it was the only way he knew how without verbally saying it and having her shut him down. His thrusts were slow and deep causing a shiver to run down her spine as he pinned her hands above her head kissing her with as much passion as he could. Within seconds he was pushed to the side to see her scrambling to her feet, fear in her eyes.

“Wh-what the fuck was that?” She asked stuttering crossing her arms over her chest refusing to make eye contact with him.

“I was making lo-”

“Don’t. Don’t say that, Michael,” she pleaded finally looking at him, her eyes watering. “You can’t love me, Mikey.”

“And why the hell not?” He asked now flustered himself, his face a deep red in embarrassment.

“Because I can’t love you the same way…I can’t do it.” She started putting her clothes on, her body shaking.

“Y/n, look at me.” She did as he was told seeing pain in his eyes. “Do you love me?”

“Mikey, sto-.”

“Do. You. Love. Me?” He asked not accepting her blowing off the question. “

Yes…and that’s why I need to leave, Michael…I can’t hurt you more than I am right now.” By time she finished that statement, she was completely dressed, leaving before Michael could catch up considering he was fully nude. By the next morning, her phone had been disconnected. He didn’t bother going to her parent’s house knowing she wouldn’t be there. She hadn’t lived there in over a year. He attempted calling a few of her friends, but none of them had seen her longer than him.

He hadn’t explained the entire situation to Calum when it happened. He knew her just as well as Michael had, even helping Michael write the song Broken Home about the female. All Calum knew was that one minute, Michael was fine and next, he was a heartbroken mess.

“I think she’s doing alright, Mike…she has to be. It’s y/n. She’s always been strong.” Michael nodded his head agreeing with his friend sighing as time passed by slowly. But for whatever reason, he just couldn’t help the feeling in the pit of his stomach. “Come on. Let’s go get ready.” Just as the two stood up, Michael got a call from an unknown number, answering it despite the looks he was getting from Calum.

“Hello?”

“Is this Michael Clifford?” A male voice asked on the other line.

“Can I ask who’s calling?”

“This is Dr. Jones, from Massachusetts General hospital…you were placed in y/n’s phone as an emergency contact.” Michael stood there confused and in disbelief before worry soon washed through his body. “She’s here in the ICU under psychiatric watch. She overdosed. Is there anyway you can come in? We aren’t really sure who else to call. She doesn’t seem to have any family members listed.”

“I can be on the next plane in the morning and be there in the afternoon,” he said earning a confused look from Calum.

“Alright. Thank you.”

Michael hung up the phone looking at Calum laughing dryly. “I found her. She’s in Mass General overdosed.”

~

Y/n woke up to the sound of hushed whispers and a bright light in her face. She knew from the way her head was pounding and how dry her mouth felt that she wasn’t where she wanted to be. And when she finally opened her eyes spotting bright green puff of hair, she really knew this was the last place she wanted to be.

“I thought you would’ve woken up before I got here,” she heard knowing he was speaking to her, refusing to look up and meet the bright emerald eyes of Michael Gordon Clifford. “They called me because I was the only one in your phone listed as an emergency contact.” She started picking at her nail beds as tears stung her eyes. “At least have the decency to look me in the eyes after two years, y/n.” She looked up slowly regretting it almost immediately seeing how tired and distraught he looked. “You know, the doctor called me right before my show last night. I was so confused when he said I was an emergency contact considering you walked out on me. And, here we are, two years later. I at least thought the next time we’d be seeing each other i’d be taking you out for a cup of coffee. Not trying to get you out of the psych ward of a hospital.” Tears silently left her eyes as she looked down again. “I’m not even mad at you like I feel I should be. I’m scared as hell actually. I cried almost the entire plane ride this morning because it was such a high possibility you wouldn’t even wake up…fuck,” he swore going to hit the wall, stopping himself quickly. “I shouldn’t be here.”

“I’m sorry,” she let the raspy words leave her mouth. Her throat was dry and the sound of her voice wasn’t close to how it usually sounded.

“How long were you on the dope?” He asked handing her his water bottle she she quickly downed in seconds.

“Yesterday was the only time I did it,” she muttered remembering the guy that tied the band on her forearm before helping her to inject the poison in her body. It seemed like a good idea at the time. It was silent again in the small hospital room aside from the constant beeping coming from heart monitors and the fact her blood pressure was taken every five minutes. “How’s the band?”

“Fine,” he said giving her a one word answer. She nodded looking towards the far wall knowing all too well it was more than fine. They were in the middle of their second tour, they were playing Boston in two days…she even had tickets to see them, not that she would tell Michael that. She kept tabs on him, loving how he was thriving and becoming his own person. School had never been his thing.

“I like your music…Sounds Good, Feels Good is a great album..” He looked at her confused cocking his head to the side. “I bought it when it came out. I have the first one too.”

“We weren’t your parents,” he whispered ignoring her statement about his music. “I thought I was doing enough to show you that when we were together…”

“I told you already that none of this was you, Mikey…it’s all me…I just, I don’t believe in love. I don’t believe in marriage…I don’t see the point of it. Giving yourself to someone…your entire being, your trust, only to have them step on it? My father cheated on my mom for seven years. He refused to let her divorce him. He financially threw us down the drain to go out every weekend, and for what? To come home drunk screaming at my mom? Telling her that it’s her fault he had to cheat because she wouldn’t put out? Her fault they didn’t have money to pay bills…no thank you. I want no part in that,” she said, tears starting to fall again, not as quiet.

“I’m not your god damned father, y/n!” This time his hand connected with the wall, his face red and eyes clouded over. “For fuck’s sake, when have I ever acted like him? I’ve never put my hands on you or blamed you for anything. Not even when you left me. The entire time, I asked myself what more I could do…you can’t compare everything to your family. You can’t keep living in the past!” He stuck his hands in his pockets looking away from her. “Love can be beautiful…it can be such a beautiful thing…I want to be able to show you that, if you’ll let me try again.” She looked at him in disbelief as he finally looked back to her, his bottom lip covered with teeth as his nerves set in.

“Why would you want to do that…after everything…after all of this, you still want me..?” She asked as he sat in the chair next to her bed. The door opened slowly revealing three worried band members as they poked their heads through the door. She only knew Calum and Luke, having gone to school with them. Ashton was a figure she hadn’t gotten the chance to meet yet. “I’m not taking you away from your band, Michael.”

“You won’t be,” he whispered back to her gripping her hand noting she hadn’t looked back to him yet. “Just sleep on it…alright? I’m going to grab something to eat.” He stood up from the chair leaving the room with the other boys as she looked down at her lap once again, only to be startled by the door opening again revealing Calum Hood.

“Can we talk?”

“I guess so,” she muttered watching him shut the door quietly behind him. “If Michael put you up to th-”

“He thinks I’m in the bathroom…listen, y/n…I understand completely why you did what you did…but he hasn’t been the same Michael since you left and, quite frankly, I don’t think you were quite fair with how you left. Falling in love can be scary when you don’t even know how love works, but let him at least teach you how it’s done.” He made his way back to the door opening it slightly. “He’s scared too if that helps in any way.” He left her alone as she sat and thought about everything her and Michael had been through. They grew up as close friends in school, soon relying on him when she needed an outlet at 10 when the fighting with her parents began. Their first kiss was an accident, but in the moment she knew she wanted him to be her only kisses…it was Michael, after all…it was her Michael.

Don't Fuck With It

Pairing: The Squad x Reader
Prompt: The squad decides the best way to spend a Friday evening is with a Ouija board, and some ghosts.
Featuring: Charles
Word Count: 1153 Words
Warning: swearing, ghosts(??), fluff, Kurt saving us all!!
A/N: Lmao idk what this is, I’m just pumped for Halloween!! Also a Planchette is the pointer on an Ouija board, just in case you didn’t know.


Originally posted by eriklehnsherr


Originally posted by instructables

((gifs not mine, credit to owners)) Side note: I don’t fuck with Ouija boards that shit is scary af


                You were all sitting around an Ouija board that Peter had somehow acquired. You didn’t ask how he got it, just helped him set it up. Along with some candles to set the mood, as Peter said (which made you and Jubilee laugh for five minutes) in the living room. It was pretty late, late enough for the professor not to know what you were doing, and as Peter put it: ‘ghosty time.’ Kurt had opted not to help conjure ghost, as well as Ororo, both (mostly Ororo) claiming they don’t fuck with that shit. Jean also wasn’t in the mood, she said it was stupid, and she would probably be right, but nonetheless you found yourself sitting between Scott and Jubilee. Warren and Peter across from you as you asked the board question.

                You did everything, setting up, asking the right questions, but twenty minutes in, nothing. First the questions were good, made sense, things like, “How old are you?” “How did you die?” “Are there others with you?” But then Warren asked who was the hottest, Jubilee asked who had the biggest dick, you asked if there was alcohol in the afterlife. Peter was obviously annoyed that his plan to talk to ghost wasn’t going well. “Guys c’mon ask serious questions.” He whined.

“Oh I have a serious question!” Scott declared, clearing his throat before asking, “Boobs or butt?”

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I cried to the sky about the way your eyes stared and screamed in my sleep when I dreamt of your arms and I cursed each flower petal that I ripped off while mumbling ‘He loves me, he loves me not,’ finding only the flowers that ended without your compassion. And I convinced myself I couldn’t remember your lips, but even I knew I was lying to myself and every time I fall out of this never ending myth, I sit down with just flesh and tears and I suddenly can’t breathe because I’m suffocating in memories. I thought you were home and I thought you found as much warmth in me as I did in you and I thought you would bleed for me. And now we are broken with every loose limb screeching in my ear and every piercing dagger has misunderstood that I have already bled more for you than you would ever consider for me.
—  I don’t want to miss you tonight

anonymous asked:

okay wow today was great. theres a really cute boy in my art discussion and idk if he was actually lookin at me a lot bc im cute or bc we sit across the table from eachother. either way hes still cute. and at the gym today hoo boy there were way more cute guys than usual and oh man i love muscle boys. just sweep me off my feet and hold me in your big strong arms please

i wish muscle boys would hold me and also use me as a weight,,,,.., bench press me w ur huge muscles pls

  • some rando: idk why everyone is saying mad max is so feminist. i mean the first time you see the "wives" they're in like cloth bikinis and rinsing of in a fire hose all sexy-like
  • me: *crashes through a sliding glass door, knocks over a bunch of chairs, flips the bench he's sitting on* HAVE YOU CONSIDERED THAT THIS SCENE STRIKES YOU AS INHERENTLY SEXUAL BC YOU'RE USED TO SEEING WOMEN SEXUALIZED IN THIS WAY? THE "WIVES" HAD JUST SPENT HALF THE DAY IN A WAR RIG IN THE DESERT: THEY ARE RINSING OFF. NOT TO MENTION THE VERY NEXT SHOT SHOWS THEM CUTTING OFF CRUEL CHASTITY BELTS, A VISUAL REPRESENTATION OF THEIR REJECTION OF THEIR PRIOR STATUS AS SEXUAL OBJECTS AND POSSESSIONS. THIS SCENE APPEARS TO BE A CONVENTIONAL SEXIST TROPE BUT IN TRUTH IS A SUBVERSION OF WHAT WE'VE BEEN SOCIALIZED TO ACCEPT AS INNATELY SEXUAL-- MUCH THE LIKE ENTIRETY OF THE MOVIE.
Jikook HC # 2

Jimin tries to wake Jungkook up at a time that’s way too early. Kookie sits up slowly, but immediately buries his head into Jimin’s shoulder, taking a deep breath. Jimin had just gotten out of the shower and now it was Kookie’s turn. Jimin laughs, a little embarrassed at Kookie’s blatant display of affection (it doesn’t happen very often) but he let’s Kookie stay there, carding his hand through Kookie’s hair gently until he’s fully awake. 

You smell good, Kookie mumbles, sitting back. Well I’d hope so. I just showered. It’s your turn. Jimin smiles, eyes disappearing for a few seconds while Kookie nods and rubs his eyes. Jimin watches Kookie move slowly around the room, gathering clothes and a towel thrown haphazardly to the floor sometime yesterday (or was it the day before?). It’s like he’s fifteen again, Jimin thinks fondly as Kookie shuffles off down the hallway.

As they climb into the van to head off to another recording, Kookie climbs in after Jimin. He sticks himself against Jimin’s side once again and lays his head on Jimin’s shoulder. Jimin stiffens for just a seconds before relaxing again and turning to smile at Kookie. Well you’re just extra affectionate today aren’t you? Usually that type of comment would embarrass Kookie, causing him to pull away from Jimin and mutter a light insult or excuse. This time, Kookie only shrugs and once again offers, you smell good. Jimin shrugs back, letting Kookie cling to him for the entire ride. Jungkook wants to say, you smell like home, but he can’t make himself say the words. Instead, he just clings tighter to Jimin’s sweater.

Mornings With Seventeen (Seungkwan)

• mornings with seunggie would be super fun like having a sleepover with your best
• he was already up and ready before you and walks in just as you’re getting up, sitting on the edge of the bed
• seunggie just wants to start the day with you already
• so while you and seungkwan were just chilling, he suddenly grabs his pillow and whacks you with it
• and you just ??? so you grab a pillow too
• //launch full scale pillow fight attack//
• you two literally chase each other around the house, laughing
• i suppose that’s one way to wake up
• after all that craziness, you both go in the kitchen to cook some breakfast
• and idk about y'all but i can see seungkwan putting on some catchy music and both of you dancing around in the kitchen
• and him belting out the high notes bc he is faboolous
• you both sit at the table and eat and the vibes are just so cheerful with the music and seungkwan’s bright smile
• not much happens at the breakfast table bc you both are enjoying the food
• but you do plan out your day with him
• so after breakfast, you go upstairs to get ready
• and as the fash(t)ionist of the group, i can see seungkwan helping you pick out an outfit
• then secretly fanboying when you come outside bc you look cute
• and this he tells you with a shy adorable af grin
• and if you wear makeup, he’d probably playfully say “hey, you don’t need that! you’re already pretty enough~”
• #smoothseunggie
• seungkwan would make you feel beautiful even if your morning face isn’t the best to you bc he’s just that type of sweet guy that’ll love you ♡

note: haha i think i put too much hearts? lol feel free to request anything, guys! just follow the tag #mochiworks lmao i’m gonna make this a series. i have already posted joshua, dk, mingyu and vernon versions of this (:
- Mochi ♡

anonymous asked:

A nice way to end the VD ep would be if Jess was thinking about Ramsay's advice, kind of sad and everyone decided to go to sleep but Nick would just go to the kitchen, grab a beer and sit next to her. He would ask "are u okay?" and she'd whisper "yeah..." and the ep could end with them smiling to each other and watching a movie or IDK. It would be simple and special. It would show Nick still notices her and chose to spent the end of VD with her even with Reagan right in the room across the hall.

That would work. More subtle but a sweet Nick and Jess moment at the end with just them would be kind of perfect :)

HP road trip au

Where Hermione prints a million maps and copies of the directions for all the cars and Ron throws his out in front of her and insists he knows the way

Where Ginny and Luna both call shot gun at the same time and Luna says she can just sit in Ginny’s lap and Ginny just blushes

Where Draco and Harry end up in the same car and Draco is the worst backseat driver and Harry pulls over at like 2am and yells that he should just drive and Draco has to admit he doesn’t actually know how

Dean and Seamus take the wrong exit and Lavender and Parvati fell asleep in the back hours ago and they all end up nearly a state over from everyone else before anyone notices

Neville is the only one with any actual sanity left and that’s because he was smart enough to take his bike (Neville on a motorcycle you’re welcome) and follow behind everyone

And they end reaching the end of their drive a day later than scheduled and Hermione’s hair is a bushy mess and Harry hasn’t slept in like 36 hours and everyone hates each other just a little bit but they’re making plans for next year’s trip before they even start heading home

Honeybee

Originally posted by deangirl

Pairing: Cas x Reader
Word count: 610
Request: Anonymous. Can I request something (drabble or oneshot I really don’t care) where the reader and Castiel are line a thing, but not official (although he thinks they are bc he doesn’t know anything about human relationships xD) and the reader calls him honeybee for the first time as a pet name and he just basically melts because he loves it so much? Idk how to explain what I’m thinking :(
A/N: I hope this is okay :3


Tossing a fry at Dean, you laughed. You just ended a hunt, and were sitting at a twenty-four hour diner eating burgers and milkshakes at three in the morning. Your feet were on the chair next to Dean, and Sam was next to you. “Shut it, Dean.” You smiled.

“I’m just saying.” He held up his hands. “There is no way that you could have done this without me.”

You rolled your eyes as your phone rang. “Look at that. You were saved by the phone.”

Sam glanced over and chuckled. “It’s her boyfriend.”

“Cas is not my boyfriend, Sam.” Getting up, you picked up at walked away to take the call. While, sure, you and Cas were seeing each other, neither of you had made the move to ‘exclusive’. “Hey you.” You smiled.

Dean shook his head and watched you for a minute before glancing at Sam. “You think that they’ll ever figure it out?”

“Figure what out?”

“Dude, how can you not see it? They’re head over heels for each other! I’m expecting a Vegas wedding between cases and little half angel babies.” He laughed.


Cas’s face lit up when you answered the phone. Hearing  your voice always brightened his mood. To him, you were his girlfriend, as you did everything that couples did. So, he wanted to surprise you with something, but wanted to see how close you were to returning to the bunker first. Finding out that you were about a day and a half away, he hoped that was enough time to put together something you deserved. He was still knew to the whole relationship thing.


“Cas!” You called out as you walked down the stairs into the bunker. “Cassie?!”

Dean chuckled. “I still can’t believe you call him that.” He was grinning.

“Don’t make me think of something to call you, too, Chuckles.” You smirked at the way his face fell. You each went your own way, always liking a little space after being so close in the car, and at the motel. Walking straight to your room, you weren’t expecting to walk in to see Cas. He was sitting at the end of the bed, holding a stuffed bee with a heart. You smiled, knowing how much he loved bees. “Awe.” You shut the door and moved to him.

“There’s more!” He grinned, looking so proud of himself. “Here.” He handed you a braided necklace with a honeycomb on it. “I made it myself. Don’t worry, it won’t attract bees.” You chuckled and pecked his lips. “I wanted to do something nice to show you how much you mean to me. I wasn’t sure what, so I made you that, and got you this.” He motioned to the bee.

You pulled him in to a hug. “Thank you so much, honeybee.” You said quietly, in awe of how thoughtful he was.

Cas beamed, loving how that sounded. “You’re welcome.” You could hear the smile in his voice. He never wanted to let you go, feeling a warmth spread over him at the nickname. He’d happily be your honeybee. “Does this mean you’re my sunflower?”

Chuckling, you pulled away to look at him. “I think I can do that.” You nodded.

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this sounds like suuuuch a stupid whiny 15 year old post so strap in but i wish my parents would just like. let me smoke weed. and i was dumb and didn’t hide it very well this time because i didn’t think they cared so much to confiscate it & my pipe from my purse like i’m in high school idk. i know they’re concerned about it being in the car and it was making my car reek because again i didn’t do a good job of hiding it i literally was just carrying it in my purse which sits in the passenger seat of my car……and im sure they’re concerned that i might be smoking w/ charlie in the car but i swear i did not ever smoke unless he wasn’t around i only really did on my way 2 work, after i dropped him off with my ex/ex-mil, or sometimes after he was asleep at night id go out to the car to smoke i swear to god i wouldn’t ever expose him to that but literally just taking like 2 hits in the morning was helping me a lot. and instantly since they raided my purse and threw out like collective probably $35 worth of shit im back to sitting up here shaking so anxious and feeling weird and trying to choke down some grapes cause i ahven’t eaten since this morning. i was like genuinely getting hungry and eating and not throwing up and stuff. today i ate one time and felt so sick the rest of the day. and i still don’t know WHY that’s happening it is freaking it out but i think weed was helping a little bit. it was for sure keeping anxiety/depression at bay. i know it’s probably not the best healthiest way to deal with shit but it’s the best i got rn and it was working. and i know it’s dumb & childish  to say “why won’t my parents let me smoke weed” but…like… why wont my parents let me smoke weed. i think if i were in a place where i could just smoke a bit before bed or before the day starts in the morning i’d have be a lot happier overall. and i know i just gotta up the ante when it comes to hiding shit but it involves buying a new piece and more weed and im tired. i dont have the money to blow rn so i suffer. and something else fucked up is that they made me feel bad for taking paxil too, like a legit antidepressant, when i said it was giving me a really bad headache (which in retrospect i think was a migraine, i don’t even know if it was related to paxil at the end of the day tbh) my dad was legit screaming at me “you don’t need that, you shouldn’t be taking that in the first place, you should’ve just started your birth control and got your hormones fixed and not ever have taken that” slike. guess ill die

I’ve always felt something strange with the scene after Eggsy sees Harry dying in front of the church. The scene where we can see Eggsy pouring himself a glass of scotch.

I feel something wrong with this, something…odd, for so to speak. Finally, I know what it was. 

 Is the way Eggsy hesitates before taking seat at the head of the table. Because it’s not just a slow movement because he’s in so much pain. HE JUST STOPS AND STARES AT THE FUCKING CHAIR before sitting on it.

And now I know that this was because it was Harry’s chair. Eggsy’d have easily sat in his own. He obviously felt that his legs couldn’t hold him anymore, so the next logical step to do is taking a seat in the nearest chair, what is, in fact, Eggsy’s chair. But no, he chooses Harry’s instead. And it’s easy to guess why. 

He obviously has such good memories of this place. Harry lecturing him about his shitty table manners. Learning how to use a knife and a fork properly. So many breakfasts, so many lunchs so many moments shared together, now lost forever.

He can’t stand the tought of seeing Harry’s chair empty. Maybe he never will be able to sit in another chair that isn’t Harry’s.

Teacher Teacher

okay I really horrible at chemistry so she’s gonna be teaching history instead 😂 sorry xx

REQUEST: Can I request a Daryl imagine (set in season 2)where Y/N is really clever at like chemistry or something and is teaching Carl and at first Daryl thinks he’s dumb because he doesn’t understand and so she sort offers to teach him? Idk I just feel like that could be cute haha

Y/N POV

“So now that we’re done with the Revolutionary War and all that followed it we’re gonna move on to the Civil War, can you guess who fought it?” I ask Carl as we sit under a large oak tree by the barn.

“America and..” he trails off.

“Exactly, America. Americans fought against Americans. They call it the Civil War for that exact reason, it was in no way civil.” I explain and watch the light bulb go off in his head. Someone scoffs from behind and we turn to find Daryl, looming over us.

“Something I can help you with Daryl?” I ask in a partially clipped tone, not wanting to put up with any of his bullshit but also not wanting to sound too mean.

“Why don’t you teach him somethin’ more
important like fightin’? Ain’t non of that matter no more. It’s stupid.” He says gruffly, glaring down at me.

“Is it that it’s stupid or is it that you don’t know it & therefore it pisses you off?”

“I know it!” He lashes defensively.

“What years did the Civil War start and end?” He glares at me and stomps off, effectively answering my question.

I walk up to his campsite and begin to second guess myself but continue on. Opening the tent door, text book and note book in hand, I plop myself right in front of him and smile.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He jumps up to loom over me once more.

“Sit down grumpy it’s time to learn about the civil war.”

“I don’ wanna learn tha’ shit. Just leave.”

“Too bad. You’re gonna learn why it’s important. If you do this I’ll do whatever you want for a week.” With a huff he takes a spot next to me.

“A week?”

“A week.”

“Alrigh’ let’s just get this over with.”

We start where Carl and I did today, the beginning at Fort Sumter and Bull Run, important figures and the election of 1860. Daryl picks up the info fast, asking questions here and there.

“So you get why Lincoln was elected right?”

“Yea the Democratic Party was too split between a bunch of candidates and Lincoln was the only one for the Republicans so he was able to just take all the votes for the republicans and the democratic votes were too spread out.”

“Exactly! Who was the president for the Confederacy?”

“Jefferson Davis.” I look up at him and smile, he had shifted closer to lean over the textbook too early in the lesson.

“You’re really getting this.”

“Yea.” He said meeting my eyes and matching my smile. “I like it.”

“So he does smile!” I joke poking his cheek and he grabs my wrist before his free hand jams to my stomach, tickling me. “Daryl! Daryl stop!” I laugh falling back. He lands on top of me and smiles down.

“I like your laugh.” He says and I stick my tongue out at him. We stare for a long time before he dips his head down and I meet him. He kisses me softly, placing a hand on my cheek and supporting himself on the forearm of his other arm. When we pull away he looks down again, blue eyes staring practically into my soul. “Spend time with me.” He says quietly.

“Huh?”

“This week, you said you’d do anything I wanted to, spend time with me. I don’t care if you drill more civil war shit into my head until it bursts.”

“I think I can manage that.” I whisper back and we both smile before kissing again.

lastnight after a long day of work I decided to treat myself to cafe Brazil. the second I walked in I felt like I was at home the waiter gave me this big smile that warmed me up I was like geez….I feel so welcome and safe :) I started talking to him and babbling about what I “might” want and then saying “idk” right after…he smiled and told me sit down and to take my time…the way he looked at me was so flirty I immediately wondered if he was flirting or just being nice. he had love tatted on his knuckles and tattoos all over his arms black messy hair and a nose piercing…I thought he was hot. I wondered what his zodiac sign was as I looked at the menu. after I ordered I started looking at the cake and he said to me, “u don’t need any sweets ur already as sweet as they come” and gave me this LOOK. I thought to myself…“ok!!!is he right flirting now?!???” God! I just don’t know the difference these days. I was not as forward yesterday as I usually am, more coy and shy. no wonder he thought I was sweet.

anonymous asked:

i've been seeing ur asks on my dash abt ur crush and honestly that's the cutest thing ever <3 u seem like a really sweet person ;; do tell more abt ur status??? i mean how close are u guys? sorry for being pushy or smthing but iTS SO CUTE OMG i cANT

Okay so basically… Idk where to start haha

Like, it’s a bit funny. I’m quite flirty irl (but in a fun way, not really serious) and so is he, so this is why I have no idea if he likes me or not, cause we act like this with everyone. He sits right in front of me (we sit in a U position in class) so he’s like 2m in front of my face~ and idk we have the same type of humor, I think. We laugh all the time and just look at each other like all the time and do funny or cute faces or we talk during class (I mean like without the sound)~ Earlier this week we exchanged hats so I was wearing his and he was wearing my cap. Mmmm idk~ These days I’m always complaining I don’t have a boyfriend and he’s always talking about wanting to get a girlfriend. And hmmm when the teacher asked me if I liked Chinese/Korean/Japanese guys more he was so overly dramatic about it, clenching fists waiting for my answer etc. Or when I was asked what is important to me at first impression and I said voice he suddenly started talking with changing his voice so it would be super low. And it’s always like this when we talk about relationships/ideal types~ not to mention during 1st class this semester he said jokingly we should get a date together lol

But this is the thing, it’s all mostly half-serious, just for laughs~ and I’m playing this game since I remember, it’s my personality… and I think it’s also his personality, so I can’t tell if it’s all serious or still jokes AH I got caught up in my own game hahaha it’s great


/// ++++ when we have speaking exercises and sometimes we’re paired up with people in front of us so i’m with this guy, we often finish super fast and then he starts asking about some stuff about me etc. and once after the exercise we had to do a roleplay in front of the class and i was like panicked cause we talked instead of practicing so he said ‘just ask me the question, i will improvise, don’t worry’ so he kinda saved the day lol but he’s better at Korean anyways so bless

And tomorrow we’re meeting for the first time with some of our classmates in the evening to drink so ;))))