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anonymous asked:

KASEY & JASPER !! i live your children so much,, their dynamic is so cute and fluffy and honestly i crie everytime. please tell is some fluffy things about them, stuff they do in their relationship. also the first time they said i love you, and the first time they held hands, and just their first everything because :,)) wow they make me happy !!

Aw thank you Anon!

As for fluffy things, I’ll talk a little bit about them in Witchy Cops/Meridian’s Witch Detectives, hehe:

  • Jasper is not a morning person (he stays up late usually, because he brings his work home), so Kasey normally wakes up early, gets ready, and makes Jasper his morning tea. Jasper doesn’t like morning breath (Jasper is so particular, about so many things AHA), so Kasey only kisses him after he’s brushed his teeth. Kasey also likes to sing in the morning while Jasper’s just waking up, just like Top 40, and usually makes Jas dance with him 
  • The first time they kiss, its after years of being close friends, and both of them kind of skirt around liking each other. (Kasey thinks Jasper doesn’t want a relationship, especially not with someone he works with, but Jasper is only afraid of letting others get close to him) But after they solve a big case together, THIS SORTA HAPPENS (sorry its so rough, ill finish it soon!!)
When Quiet Is Violent - Part 2

Masterlist  -  Part 1  -  Part 3

Summary: You’re retired, living a quiet and secure life when your ex, Steve Rogers, turns up on your doorstep with his best friend, seeking refuge. (bucky x reader, enhanced reader)

Prompt(s): Okay I know I already wrote Night Walks with these prompts but I really wasn’t happy with it, so here is attempt #2. @pandarositarequest: 93 and 94… but Reader being upset rather than Bucky?

93.“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”
94. “I had a bad dream again.”
Plus anon request: 64 “Here, take my blanket.”

Warnings: swearing, nightmare, that’s about it. :)

Word Count: 5168 (woops…)

Author’s Note: Okay team, enjoy the fluff while you can… 

Originally posted by you-didnt-see-that-cuming

The next morning you’d woken early, it was bright and damn cold. Snowing again. But Bucky was warm, and breathing slowly and softly and you didn’t want to move, wishing you could stay there where you’d fallen asleep, tucked close to his side long into the morning. But there were three people to whom you certainly did not want to explain this situation so you dragged yourself as quietly and gently as you could away from Bucky’s sleeping body beside you.

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anonymous asked:

I know requests are closed but could you possible do a little blurb where y/n is Harry's current gf and she gets a little jealous that Carolina is about someone else and Harry's wondering why she doesn't like the song cause every time he asked her about it she shuts down and they fight and h gets mad cause y/n is "hindering his creativity" and they fight but then make up? Thanks love id really appreciate it

I hated that I’d become this person.  Jealousy was not in my repertoire.  I knew the deal when I’d started dating Harry Styles.  He was committed to his art.  He wrote about experiences he’d had which could range from things he’d done to people he’d hung out with.  I was lucky enough to become one of those experiences though he’d never written a song about it.

And maybe that’s where I was stuck.

We’d been dating for a year.  I resisted him at first, I didn’t want the spotlight that came with dating someone like him.  I’m not a girl who walks around in Gucci everywhere I go.  In fact, most weekends I look homeless while I run around LA in workout clothes and not a stitch of makeup.  But he’d persisted.  And he’d finally won me over.  A combination of his kindness and undeniable charm and I fell fast.  He told me daily that I was the one who inspired him.  I was his home.

But yet, he’d never written a song about me.

When he’d come home from Jamaica with new songs burning a hole in his pocket, I was almost as excited as he was to hear them.  We’d been apart for two months with limited communication at his request.  I understood, I didn’t get upset.  But I also wouldn’t say it had been easy.  Missing Harry, whether he was a thousand miles away or two miles away, was just part of my day now.  It went with the territory.

And I was blown away.  I was.  The songs were other worldly.  They were a perfect mix of every artist we listened to together.  They were Harry.  He gave me a little rundown of each song.  What had inspired him, what parts he’d written versus the parts other people had written, how the arrangement came about.  He knew I liked hearing about how the songs were built so he indulged me.  Just one more reason why I loved him so much.

He saved Carolina for last.  He said it was the song that got them out of their funk in the studio when they felt like everything they were coming up with was crap.  I liked it.  A lot.  It was fun and infectious and the kind of song I’d enjoy blasting while driving down the highway.

However, when he launched into the explanation for the song, my love for it dwindled until it was gone.

And that’s where I was stuck.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! So i just finished reading the available chapters of "through his eyes" by littlestwolf (I cannot wait till it's updated again) and I really loved it. So do you have something like it? With Stiles being a mastermind criminal and Derek being an FBI agent or cop (and maybe them working together)? Thank you, and love your blog!

Can’t promise how close these are, but they all feature FBI/Cop/Deputy!Derek and Criminal!Stiles.  Enjoy!  -Emmy

Originally posted by super-hoech

Here’s the referenced fic, if anyone else wants to read it:

Through His Eyes by LittlestWolf 

(63,628 I Not I Rated I Complete)  *sterek

A (kind of) psychic Stiles gets offered a deal to leave his 8 year prison sentence early and be a criminal consultant with the FBI. Agent in Charge Derek Hale is assigned to be his handler on his first day back after a four month leave due to an undercover case going wrong and resulting in the death of his partner. Derek keeping his job as Agent in Charge relies on the success of Stiles and Stiles’ eventual freedom depends on their success together. Simple enough.

Now onto the others

Can I Steal You by Rena 

(4,920 I Explicit I Complete)  *deputy!Derek, pickpocket!stiles, sterek

One day Derek will learn how to not be affected by a cheeky, barely legal, pick-pocketing brat. Today is not that day.

Unfinished Business by Nival_Vixen

(7,704 I Mature I Complete)  *fbi!derek, criminal!stiles, sterek

The FBI has sent Agents Lahey and Hale to investigate a pair of grifters who are supposedly operating out of a high school in California. Apparently the fact that Isaac’s a newbie and Derek has impulse control issues means that they get saddled with all of the lame cases. What could possibly be that interesting about a pair of teenage miscreants?

Absolute by amaranta 

(21,767 I Teen I WIP)  *thief and forger!stiles, fbi!derek, sterek

The first time he really met Stiles was back when his name was still unpronounceable, and the worst he could do was pick pockets.

Sort-of White Collar AU

Catch Me If You Can by illusemywords 

(32,470 I Teen I Complete) 

Before Stiles Stilinski is 20 years old, he successfully cons millions of dollars’ worth of checks posing as a Pan Am pilot, doctor, and lawyer. This is the story of him, and Derek Hale, the FBI agent chasing him.

Based on the movie Catch Me If You Can.

Delinquency Is an Art Form by Aaeris 

(39,446 I Explicit I Complete)

When pickpocket Stiles stole Deputy Derek’s wallet, his dad gave him two choices:

A) The Sheriff can’t bend the rules for his wayward son anymore, so he will have a criminal record to his name.
B) In order to walk away freely, he needs to attend Derek’s sister’s wedding and pretends to be his boyfriend during that time.

An AU where Stiles is a delinquent, with a lot of issues, steals people’s wallets with no remorse and Derek, the newest Deputy in town who has to fake his own relationship status in order to be left alone by his too nosy family, doesn’t put up with Stiles’ shit.

It’s my own twist on the fake/pretend boyfriend tag.

Good afternoon folks - and welcome to our first odds map of Eurovision 2017. Every year, I take odds from as many bookmakers as I can - of songs winning, reaching the top 10 or qualifying from the semi-finals - and aggregate them. I then convert their odds to the percentage of probability they imply: decimal odds of 5 or fractional odds of 4/1 imply a 20% chance, for example. Today, we’re going to have a look at the current odds given for songs to win Eurovision 2017.

At the minute, the bookies seem pretty confident about the prospect of our first Big 5 win since Lena’s: according to them, Italy have a mammoth possibility of getting a third victory, the first since Toto’s in 1990 - with 39.7% chance of winning the contest, three times as much as any other country. Lagging behind them, but still able to join a rarefied group of only 4 countries given more than 10% chance of a win, are the perennially highly-rated Sweden (12.6%), along with a country that made a huge splash on their return, Bulgaria (13.1%) and, given their third strong year in the odds, something of a nascent powerhouse in Belgium (10.4%). 

Three more countries join the select group of 8 whose songs have a 1/20 (5%) chance or better of winning. Australia (5.1%) has been consistently highly rated by oddmakers since joining the contest, and Armenia (6.1%) with 9/10 qualifications and 7/10 top 10 finishes are seldom underestimated, but the biggest - and for me, most pleasant - surprise of this year is to see Portugal (8.1%), with its nigh 60 year history of being underesteemed at the contest, up there as the song with the fifth best odds of winning. (I will make a little confession - in 30 years’ viewership, I’ve never felt so close to being “done” with the contest as I was last year. My hopes for Portugal’s timeless and moving song are a big part of what have kept me interested in 2017.) The top 10 is rounded off by the stylish effort by Azerbaijan (4.8%) and Russia (4.9%) - because, even though it seems that they will not send another singer, bookies don’t want to take the risk of them having to pay out if they do.

There are some remarkable geographic divisions when it comes to odds of winning - which I’ve tried to make stand out even further in a second map, where we divide this year’s songs into three categories. At the top of the pack, we have songs that are considered to have more chance of winning than the average song this year (the sum of probabilities calculated by bookies always exceeds 100% - because of this overrounding, our 43 songs this year have a total probability of winning of 160.5%, thus 3.73% average.) The second category are countries that do not pass the average song’s odds, but do have a higher chance of winning than the purely mathematical average of 1/43 (2.33%). The last category are countries that have a lower chance than that average. 

From this, we see an exceptionally poor showing from central Europe, with Poland (2.4%) being the only country narrowly rated above the purely statistical average. Years of dubious selections and underperformance have taken the shine off the once much-vaunted Nordic superpowers - these days, it feels like Sweden et al, and indeed, only Denmark (and if one includes them in both this and the Baltic branch, Estonia) exceed the statistical average (2.6% each). The Baltic countries, whose collective star has been in the ascendant for the past two years, seem to be slipping too - whilst the biggest contiguous group of countries tipped for the top this year are in the east of the Balkan peninsula - where we find not just 2nd placed Bulgaria, but also Serbia, Romania (3.9% each), Macedonia (3.4%) and Greece (3.1%) amongst those with better than statistical average odds. You can check a full list of current odds below.

We will come back to look at the odds at regular intervals before Eurovision - one can only wonder how much they will change in the next few weeks, especially as pre-parties and other opportunities to hear the songs live can make a big impact. Will our winner this year be one of the current top 5? 

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Headache

a/n: I skipped all my classes today because of a migraine. I think my body was just so over life, and it was literally like, nope you’re not going anywhere. But I don’t mind, and on the bright side, this imagine happened. 

Your name: submit What is this?

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Shawn, of course, likes to go to the gym every single morning without fail no matter where he is. Since you’ve been tagging along while he travels for work this past week, you thought you’d wake up early every morning to work out with him. Today is your fourth morning in a row of waking up at 6am to head over to whatever gym is closely accessible. Shawn has his whole complicated workout, but you stick to what you know, which is usually a couple of miles on the treadmill and then some ab and core workouts. 

After your workout this morning, you find that you’re not feeling as great as you would have liked and as great as you normally do following a good workout. While walking down the hotel hallway, you start to see white spots in your vision, almost like someone had just flashed a camera in your face, although no one did. You try to ignore it as you walk down to the lobby with Shawn to get some breakfast. While eating, you begin to feel progressively worse and worse as time passes. You find yourself having a difficult time even thinking of the words you want to say or how to describe the things you’re trying to talk to Shawn about. You don’t want to tell him how badly you’re feeling, so you just hope he thinks you are simply tired from waking up so early and working out. 

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Aw shucks, Mitsuntsun, you’re making me blush with the compliments. I also don’t think you know this, but you being a prolific reader is a huuuuge turn on. Don’t even get me starte–

–OH HI NINJA BAE. NOTHING TO SEE HERE!

The Journal Keeper

Originally posted by little--batman

Summary: Bucky keeps a journal of his deepest thoughts. What happens when you find it and read it?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,197

Warnings: F L U F F

A/N: Hey y’all! This is the first thing that I’ve written in a while that I felt that was good enough to share. I hope you guys like it! If you do, give it a like and you feel obligated a reblog would also be appreciated! Tagging is at the bottom.

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Safe and Sound (Josh Dun)

Originally posted by tyjosephs

Pairing: Josh Dun/Fem!Reader
Words: 2000+
Warning(s): sexual harassment, some swears
A/N: So here is the fic thats base on a dream. it was a lucid one, almost died having it lol (i couldnt breath) also sorry if this seems duummbb but it is based off the dream i had and dreams can be a bit wonky. Its fan fiction so yeeahh. this probably sucks since i’ve been working on it at 3 am every morning.


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Queen of Hearts

Well hello there, I am Jervis trash and this is the result of it.  This loosely based on a post I made and I just couldn’t get it out of my head.  Enjoy! 


Jervis Tetch x Reader 


Originally posted by itberice



Jervis Tetch always had a problem with respecting other peoples’ privacy.  So, when he found himself following a young woman by the name of Y/N around the dreary streets of Gotham, it was just a typical Tuesday for him. She worked at the local bookstore he frequented and the two would make small talk during her break while he sipped his tea.  Jervis was smitten in no time with her and soon found himself resorting back to his stalker tendencies.  



There were many reasons why he enjoyed her.  Y/N was beautiful no doubt, but he also loved her sense of humor and the way she had no filter around the people she was comfortable with.  She intrigued him and Jervis realized he needed to make her his.

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Hate You (Wonho)

Originally posted by wonhontology

Chapter 4

Previously: |Chapter 1| |Chapter 2| |Chapter 3|
Pairing: Wonho x Reader
Genre: Kinda just a filler chapter full of annoyance

It’s been a year since the debut party at the club. A year since I’ve seen anyone from Monsta X. A year since I last embarrassed myself in front of Wonho. Although those might seem sad, it only adds to my year full of greatness as an Idol. Soon after my embarrassment, my group finally got its name, Harmonia. We officially debuted soon after. Harmonia had its first comeback and it gained a decent sized fanbase. Everything was going fantastic other than the constant annoyance of diets and lack of sleep. As an Idol, you always find strange yet comfortable places to take a small nap. Everything got so busy so fast. Everyone had forgotten about Wonho and I, not there ever was a Wonho and I to remember. Even Geurin, the one that ships us the most. She could be the official “Wonho and Y/N” ship leader.

All of that had been exciting, but nothing compared to the recent news Harmonia had received two months ago. Management had informed us that Harmonia would get its own reality TV show soon. The planning had begun the week after we were told. Starship Entertainment had finally finished up their plans, and we were all called into a conference room before dark to discuss their decisions.

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Soulmates with Park Jihoon

You were about sick of this. Every time you looked down at your arm, there was a new time displayed for the day. “Don’t interact with your soulmate now; you’ll forget all of the amazing memories you make together!” everyone always said. But how the heck were you supposed to know? It’s not like there was just a huge announcement that flew up in the sky when you met your soulmate saying “HEY THIS IS THEM!!!” no they expected you to somehow figure it out yourself. Well, for some people that was the case. If you hadn’t met your soulmate yet, then your time and date didn’t change and you were lucky because you knew and there was no guessing and you could be prepared. But for you, your best friend Jihoon, and several of your other friends, that wasn’t the case. Once you met your soulmate, your clock changed and told you times of day when you shouldn’t interact with them until you two are married, or you’ll lose memories and forget details about the two of you meeting. 

“This is all so ridiculous, Jihoon! Who even cares about soulmates anyway?! Why can’t you just love who you love?! I can’t handle this not knowing, what if I’ve already met them?!”

“Y/N.. some people do know when they’re supposed to meet their soulmate. If your time keeps changing, it means that you’ve already met them and you’re supposed to avoid interacting with them during that time. Like my clock changes everyday to tell me what times I shouldn’t interact.”

“But my clock has been moving ever since I can remember! Does that mean I met them when I was a baby?”

“Well it would have to, wouldn’t it? That’s how mine has been. It’s scary, don’t you think? We might not even know we know who it is…”

You couldn’t stop the thoughts from flooding your mind. You had always considered the thought that Jihoon could be your soulmate. Having known each other since diapers- when your mom somehow almost took Jihoon from the nursery instead of you. You didn’t even look the same! Of course, you didn’t remember that happening, but you didn’t remember a lot of things from when you were a baby, so that didn’t necessarily mean that he was your soulmate. Ever since then, you and Jihoon had practically be inseparable. You cried at the nursery after his mom had taken him out of the room, until you saw him in the hall again. Then again, you had only heard these stories from both of your parents, so there was the possibility they were exaggerating. However, you really did always seem to be with Jihoon. Even when the two of you didn’t remember why you were hanging out, you were always side by side. Sometimes people would talk about parties or events the two of you had gone to, and honestly, you didn’t remember most of them, but again, you chalked it up to just having a bad memory and lack of sleep. 

“I know, Jihoon. I just wish that I had a way to find out who it is..”

Jihoon looked at you sadly. He had always hated these conversations. He just hoped and prayed every day that it was you. He had loved you for years, there was no one else in his life he wanted it to be. There was no one else he could envision himself with; no one else he could trust with all of his secrets and worries and insecurities. What if he never found out who it was? What if- somehow- she didn’t feel the same way? 

“Y/N what if I find her and she doesn’t feel the same? What if she doesn’t think I’m good enough to be her soulmate…?”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You and Jihoon had had this conversation several times, where he feared he wouldn’t shine in the eyes of his soulmate. It made no sense to you. In your eyes, he was the single most amazing human being you had ever encountered. You trusted him with your life, and honestly, you loved him with every ounce of your heart. The mere thought of him with anyone else crushed you emotionally. Who would you get along with better than Jihoon- the boy you had trusted for over 18 years? 

“Jihoon, don’t talk like that, sweetie. You’re so magnificent. Everything about you is wonderful! You’re trustworthy and funny and so so caring. I talk to you about everything and I can’t imagine-” You had to cut yourself off after you almost let it slip that you didn’t want anyone else to be with him. He looked up at you, slightly confused. 

“Can’t imagine what?”

“I just- I can’t imagine anyone not thinking you’re good enough… you’re my best friend, ya know? You’re sweet and caring and funny! You’ll be a great soulmate for someone.” The words tasted so bitter leaving your mouth; you didn’t want him to be your best friend. You wanted him to be your soulmate. 

Jihoon couldn’t hide the disappointment in his gaze. He just wanted to admit he was in love with you.

It had been a few weeks since you and Jihoon had spoken about soulmates, and it was eating away at you. You looked down at the time clock on your wrist. For the next two hours, you weren’t supposed to interact with your soulmate. Jihoon had texted you fifteen minutes ago, and you two were planning an adventure to the Star, a local attraction at the top of a small mountain where people went to watch the sunset. You loved it, and you and Jihoon went every chance you got. There were pictures the two of you had that you didn’t remember taking, but you pushed away the thought. The universe didn’t work like that just because you wanted it to. He couldn’t be your soulmate; you weren’t that lucky.You just texted him back to meet up at 7pm, right before the sun would begin to set. Setting your phone down, you went to work on some homework. five o’clock rolled around, then six. You had a feeling you were forgetting something, but what was it? You checked your planner, and all of your homework was completed. Suddenly, your phone rang playing your favorite song- it was Jihoon. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, y/n! I-uh- did we make plans for tonight?”

“I don’t think so???” You were immensely confused, you didn’t think you had any plans with Jihoon tonight.

“I was just looking back through our texts, and we apparently agreed to meet at the Star at 7?”

“What? Wait, Jihoon. what time did we send those messages?”

“uhhh.. a little after four? Why?”

It was at that exact moment when it hit you. All those pictures and stories your friends remembered that you didn’t. The missed plans, the random photos with Jihoon of occasions you didn’t remember happening- it couldn’t be. But then.. it had to be.

“Y/N? are you still there?”

You snapped out of your thoughts and took a deep breath. “Yeah, I’m here. So 7 at the Star, right?”

“Sure, if you’re still up for it!”

“Oh I am. Jihoon, we need to talk.”

It was seven thirty and you had been explaining everything to Jihoon for the past half an hour. Sitting at the bench under the star, with the sun setting behind you, you were explaining your theory to Jihoon as he looked on with a shocked expression. Finally, you finished, and held your arm up to Jihoon’s to show the exact same time clock. 

“..Are you saying what I think you’re saying, Y/N?”

You nodded, wary of his answer. “I think I’m right, Jihoon. Think about it. There’s honestly no other explanation.”

“I..I don’t know how many times we talked about this and never compared time clocks.. or how we never noticed our memories fading at the same time.. is it true? Are you my soulmate?”

You couldn’t help but smile. “I think we are”

Without a second thought, Jihoon had jumped up and pulled you into a hug, spinning you around and laughing like a maniac in your ear. “I can’t believe it! We’re soulmates! It’s you! You’re mine! My soulmate! The love of my life, the girl I have had feelings for for years… its you. Its always been you. and now, we know it will always be you” He couldn’t keep the smile off his face, and now, neither could you.

“You mean, all this time I’ve loved you, you loved me back? It wasn’t just me being crazy?”

Jihoon shook his head, pulling you close again. “You’re not crazy, Y/N. You’re the love of my life.”


(Request for @livingthejeojanglife !! I finally finished it! I REALLY hope this is what you were thinking of when you requested it! It was so creative I really enjoyed writing it! Thank you bunches for requesting! 💕💕💕)


{requests are still open! I write for any band, just ask!}

Secret Idol Relationship With Rowoon

dating this giant dork just adds another stress in your life but in a good way lol because he’s always trying to find a way to meet you and its like ‘chill rowoon you make one mistake and we’re both going down because of it’ and he’s cutely pouting like ‘i just want to be able to see you every day if i can i hate the feeling of missing you’ and you just can’t help but sigh cuz he’s so cute so you can’t even fight with the kid

-on secret dates, his tall ass would just wear his sweats and a hoodie and the same with you but if there were a few fans around at night, he’d hide you inside his jacket as you two would scurry far away from those girls, snickering to yourselves cuz it’s like an action movie every time you guys go outside, him finding it a rush every time which is why he often calls you out for night walks but also because he loves holding your hand and swinging it back and forth (occasionally stopping to mischievously kiss your lips and running away after). And it’s like ‘god if your going to kiss me then kiss me correctly rowoon’ and you don’t hesitate to pull him down and actually kiss him slowly, his cheeks turning red as a tomato and opening his eyes slowly as you two stare at each-other for a moment under the street lamps that were the only source of light surrounding you from darkness making it seem as if you guys were kissing on stage under the spotlight. He would look at you like you were the most precious thing on earth and smile whispering ‘I love you’ and you’d smile back at him as well ‘i love you too you, you dork.’

-you were casted as the princess for an episode for lipstick prince and he was so ecstatic, he couldn’t keep still in his chair and heechul is just like ‘rowoon, you’re favorite idol crush is the guest for today’s episode, isn’t she’ and he’s just there nodding while looking down with a grin and as soon you show up, everyone starts to hardcore ship you two and heechul would make you sit next to roowoon and roowoons just sending eye signals like ‘thank you so much hyung’ but some members decided to make it entertaining by making doyoung sit on the other side of you and being a gentlemen and giving you water and fixing your chair for you and rowoon’s sending eye signals again like ‘but can you not’ and you couldn’t help but laugh throughout the whole ep because rowoon was so cute when he’s jealous cuz he kept confessing his love for you whenever doyoung does something and you would just roll your eyes and say ‘didn’t you confess your love to every other girl guest on this show, calling them beautiful and whatnot, i’ve seen the other episodes mr rowoon’ and everyones SHOOKED especially rowoon cuz its like ‘oh shoot my gf watches the other eps- i was only being nice to them babe, i didn’t mean it’. When it was time to finally do your makeup, he would not be able to stop himself from smiling as he gets to get super close to you, face inches apart. Back round music from the show would play a cute love song and you guys would both laugh and not really focus during the whole makeup session (him just looking at you and your lips, you guys staring and laughing at each other the whole time so when he was finally finished with your makeup it was just some lipstick and smeared eyeshadow). And When it was finally Doyoung’s turn, Rowoon’s extra ass would be coughing the whole time SUPER OBNOXIOUSLY whenever he felt like doyoung was getting a bit too close and everyone on the show would get the drift including doyoung and doyoung would just push his buttons even more, calling you cute up close as he bit his lips and that would drive rowoon crazy and he’d just be like ‘ OKAY I THINKS THATS ENOUGH MAKEUP ON HER GOOD JOB.

-Knows all of your group’s songs and lowkey know the dance moves too but only dances to it when he’s alone with you whenever he wants to cheer you up and etc. Invites you to his dorm often to have dinner with him and the members and he swears you’re a keeper because you and the members are so close like family and that’s a winner to him. Doesn’t hesitate to sleep with you on the same bed if you do sleep over secretly and you guys are on the top bunk so you both would have to be super snuggly if you don’t want to fall off cuz he’s so huge.(One time you guys had a tickle fest and you almost fell off but he caught you on time and you lectured him so hard). Loves sleeping with him though because its like sleeping with a huge polar bear, so comfy and warm but never during the summer though because it’s so uncomfortable how warm it is lol and you learned that the hard way.

-On Isac, he would be so competitive, winning alot secretly trying to impress you and everyones like ‘wow didn’t know rowoon had this side to him’ and he suddenly became popular with the idol ladies but not once did he bat an eye for anyone. Would sit near you in a very crowded place so it doesn’t look obvious and if everyone was watching a race, he’d just make it look like a casual conversation between idols- tapping you and pointing at the race and you both smiling. (but quit the act rowoon after lipstick prince, everyone knows you’re his idol crush so like ofc he would sit next you) Gifs and pics of you two at isac would be all over twitter and tumblr and your just like sigh rowoon you gotta ignore me for at least a few months for this to blow over okay and he’s just upset like ‘no i dont want to’

-Dates for 12 months before he does something stupid like has your picture as his phone background and kakao background and everyones always asking him if he has a thing for you and he just straight up said ‘i like her’ Fans are never sure if you guys were dating or not but for many years he and you just went on as ‘idols who has mutual feelings towards each-other’

Originally posted by preciouseokwoo

“Stay.”

(Not my gif)

The future will always be a mystery, but while you only could hold yourself to the present you had in front of your eyes, you just wanted Daryl to stay with you.

Request made by prince-of-edolas: Daryl x Reader are married and they’re secretly together, sneaking around so one night, the reader has a nightmare about Daryl dying so Daryl wakes up and comforts her. So the next day, while on a run, the reader is worried but suddenly Daryl kisses her and so they start to make out, almost having sex and Daryl teases the reader.

Hope you like it!


  • Daryl x Reader
  • Words: 1,395
  • Warning: Curse words. A bad mini hot scene xd  (Sorry if you see grammatical errors)

You lay down sideways on the bed inside your cell, the warm colors of the candle flame on the small table fluttering softly on a silent night in which everyone was asleep. The light fought against the darkness of the prison, wrapping you in a pleasant warmth like a hug. Raising your hand, you looked at the wedding ring on your finger and that little flash of light that shone in it thanks to the candle. A beautiful little coincidence that made you smile a little bit.

“Can’t sleep?” Daryl’s voice was a low and hoarse whisper as and he walked in to stop to the side of the bed. He lay down sideways next to you, using his right arm as a pillow. “What happened?”

There were nights when your mental fatigue kept you awake, alert without trying, as a defense mechanism. But other nights your eyes simply couldn’t close, without a particular reason.

“It’s nothing. I just can’t sleep.”

Daryl looked at you when his usual calm expression, but he felt worried behind his gaze.

“You sure? Ya can tell me.”

His unnecessary concern made you smile a little, because behind his hard being, was hiding the man who talked soft to you, who tried to protect you even from a nightmare. Some things were impossible for him, but for things he could control, Daryl was always there for you. Your right hand made contact with his cheek, so soft and intimate that it made him lean to your touch.

“You are such a sweetheart.”

Daryl growled, but he used his own hand to keep yours on his cheek. He didn’t know how to be the man who gave flowers or chocolates; he never was that kind of man, but because of his own ignorance about that subject, he didn’t know he was the best man you could get.

But he was a loving husband in his own way of being it.

“I ain’t a sweetheart, sunshine…” His parted lips captured your hand, in a hot way as he went down to your wrist, kissing your skin with his wet tongue. You found yourself licking your own lips, looking at him as he finished his little game. “But I do love ya so fuckin’ much.”

You chuckled looking at his playful eyes as he went close to you, kissing you in the same way he kissed your hand. Being married to him was not a romantic novel, but it was kind of perfect, in its own little way.


The sunlight entered through every window of that abandoned house as you walked down the hall, lost in a world far from that. The run that had to be simple had gone wrong. The sound of that bullet so close to your ears left a sharp beeping in them, and the blood spattered of that walker dripped from your face painting the world red. You turned around the corner and a huge weight fell on your body. It felt painful, like you couldn’t breathe as you walked. Sitting on the floor, Daryl pressed the bite on his arm, banging his head against the wall over and over.

But like a never-ending tale of terror, you walked and walked without reaching him.

The tears on your face were burning your skin, and something caught you like a cage, pulling you to reality. Your hands covered your face because you didn’t want to see that sad and heartbreaking picture of him, although it wasn’t there anymore, while the hot air around almost didn’t let you breathe.

“It’s okay, sunshine…” Using his elbow as a support, Daryl kept repeating that everything was fine as he stroked your belly under the blanket, giving you the time to calm down. “It was just a nightmare.”

It felt like you were drowning but you sobbed again, and you used your hands to wipe your tears away. When you dropped your arms, Daryl used his thumb to gently slide it over your skin one last time to make sure there were no more tears in you.

“It doesn’t matter what it is, darlin’, it ain’t real.”

You lay down sideways, closing your eyes to not look into the darkness of the place.

“It felt real.”

Daryl slipped his arm around your body, his cheek pressing softly against yours as he stroked your back.

“Wanna tell me?”

Putting that image of him in his head wasn’t a good idea. In real life or in the fiction of a bad dream, death seemed to be everywhere.

“You don’t need to hear it. It’s the same old story.”

Daryl understood right away, because after all, he had nightmares too.

“Was it ‘bout me?”

Always, you tried not to think that something could happen to him, but it was impossible not to live with the fear of losing him every time he was out there on a run.

“Yes.”

Daryl held you tight, hiding his face on your neck.

“I ain’t goin’ anywhere, sunshine, not tonight…” He paused. You didn’t need a truth right now, but a hypocrite lie would make you feel safe for a while. “Not ever. I won’t leave ya. Ya heard me?”

You knew that wasn’t just a phrase, but that he wanted an answer too. Aware he was lying about being there forever, you accepted his lie.

“Yes.”

Daryl smiled slightly even through his own concern.

“That’s ma girl.”


Inside that brown-walled kitchen, you opened the last cupboard and finally, you found that formula milk that Judith needed. The dust covered part of the name tags but you took it. However, you couldn’t help but think of the baby who was going to use it one day as you put it inside your backpack.

You closed the zipper and passed the strap over your shoulder, turning around to leave.

“God!” You held your heart to see Daryl standing at the door, having come there without making a sound. “You scared me, Daryl. I didn’t hear you coming.”

Maybe another time he would have chuckled a little, but he knew you were still sensitive because of last night’s nightmare. You tried not to look as weak as you felt then, so you walked around the granite table in the center of the room and towards the door.

“Let’s go.”

You walked passed him by, worried, because you felt your fears escaping out of your hands. You knew how to control them, but that fear of losing him, was a little, big exception.

“Hey…”

Daryl held your arm to make you turn around, holding your cheek with his free hand just to crush his lips against yours. The sudden surprise disappeared before your eyes when you close them, letting him push you against the wall with his own body. The closeness of your body didn’t feel enough for him, even when he couldn’t take a step closer to you. His rough hands searched under your sweater, feeling your soft body that seemed to on fire every time he touched you here and there. The fragility of your mind disappeared with the heat of the moment, under his touch, as he kneeled pulling up your clothes to sank his tongue on your navel. The arousal sensation made you moan, holding yourself on his hair as you felt the tingling in between your legs.

Daryl left a kiss on your belly and he went back up, pressing his body and his bulge against you as he pulled you towards him with his hand on your butt.

“Yer so fuckin’ hot I just want to be inside of ya, darlin’.” His gaze was so intense that you could not help but whine through your closed lips, and he finally chuckled because he knew you would only think about how much you needed him all the way back to prison, so he leaned forward and left a wet kiss on your neck, slapping your butt playfully to then walked away. “Let’s go, darlin’. It’s time to go back.”

Your mouth fell open as watched him go.

“Yer an idiot.” You started walking behind him, noticing you talked with his accent. “And now I speak like you.”

Daryl chuckled, but everything was better when he did it.

“Ya will have me here teasin’ ya for a long time, sunshine.”

However, that confidence in his words made you smile.


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On this day in music history: September 15, 1967 - “What A Wonderful World” by Louis Armstrong is released. Written by George Douglas (aka Bob Thiele) and George David Weiss, it is the sixty ninth single release for the jazz music icon from New Orleans, LA. Making chart history in May of 1964 becoming the oldest male artist to top the Hot 100 with “Hello Dolly”, ironically one of his signature songs barely makes a ripple on that chart initially. In 1967, Armstrong is approached by ABC Records A&R executive Bob Thiele about recording a song he’s written with George David Weiss. The song is “What A Wonderful World”, initially offered to Tony Bennett, who turns it down. Armstrong loves it and agrees to sign to the label and record it .The track is recorded at United Studios in Las Vegas, NV, while the musician is in town performing at the Tropicana Hotel. Also present is ABC president Larry Newton who doesn’t like “What A Wonderful World”. His opposition is so strong, that he has to be locked out of the studio. Another challenge is with the studio being located close to railroad tracks. The loud horns from passing Union Pacific trains is a constant distraction. The session is finally finished by 6 am, with the orchestra being owed additional money for the overtime session. Louis graciously accepts only a $250 fee (then union scale) to make sure that the orchestra are fully paid. With Newton still in opposition, Bob Thiele has to force its release. Even then, the ABC president refuses to allow any promotion for the record. As a result, the single bubbles under the Billboard Hot 100 at #116, selling less than 1,000 copies and disappears quickly from view. In the UK, it is a completely different story. It’s licensed to HMV Records and released in February of 1968, quickly becoming a smash and spends four weeks at number one on the UK singles chart beginning on April 24, 1968. It is the last major hit for Louis Armstrong before his passing in July of 1971. Having failed in the US on its original release, the song has a surprising and unexpected redux over two decades later. Director Barry Levinson uses it in his film “Good Morning, Vietnam”, with Robin Williams as Armed Forces Radio DJ Adrian Cronauer. A&M Records releases it as a single in early 1988, in wake of the films’ success. It becomes a surprise hit, peaking at #32 on the Hot 100 on April 2, 1988 and #7 on the AC chart, driving the soundtrack to Platinum plus status. Now an acknowledged standard, “What A Wonderful World” has been recorded by numerous artists including Roy Clark, Anne Murray, Rod Stewart, Joey Ramone, and Eva Cassidy. One of the best known versions outside of Louis Armstrong’s, is by the late Hawaiian musician Israel Kamakawiwo'ole, recorded in a medley with “Somewhere Over The Rainbow”. Louis Armstrong’s original recording of “What A Wonderful World” is inducted into the Grammy Hall Of Fame in 1999.

The fact that Bastille is already answering questions about the 3rd album and Dan has to stop himself before he says too much, MAKES ME SO EXCITED?? Like it’s nowhere close to being finished but I’m already hyped up for album 3!!

Kakegurui Color Theory: Kirari Momobami//Yin Metal (TBC)

It’s about time. 

No, really, I’ve been wanting to do Kirari for literal months now. She was the character that started this whole color/element idea. It just got deeper, more fun, and more complicated from there. I also find her fascinating as a character. She not only looks Metal with that unnaturally beautiful white hair, but acts like a Yin Metal person, specifically. 

So. Main color is white. Direction is West. Season is autumn. Signs are the Monkey and Rooster. Planet is Venus. Despite the animal for Metal being the white tiger Byakko/Baihu (also a blue-eyed, white animal), the zodiac tiger is not at all related. Metal is slightly feminine, with Water being even more yin. Let’s focus on white for now. 

White is not a lucky color in China, and presumably not in Japan. It’s associated with purity, but after that, funerals. For this reason, do not wrap gifts in white paper. There’s another side to Kirari’s possible luck or lack thereof, but that will be in part two because it’s just too huge. 

Metal is represented by the “gold” (金) character, suggesting a relationship with money. People with a lot of Metal in their horoscopes seem to have a Midas touch, and will attract money. They enjoy high status. They are driven towards a goal, authoritative, and do not react well if those goals prove to not be worth it. 

Metal also represents autumn - the time of year when things are dying. Kirari’s recent dialogue is focused on that little moment before a person’s lights are snuffed out - not death itself, but dying

There is some debate as to whether Metal’s true planet is Venus or not. The Japanese days of the week use Metal to represent Friday - a day linked to one Norse goddess or another (whether they’re the same goddess is another entry). At least Japan thinks the Metal element belongs to goddesses.

Now, what’s this about “Yin Metal?” Chinese philosophy likes its things balanced. Even masculine elements like Fire have a yin and yang. Metal is a really good example to illustrate this idea: Yang Metal is a weapon like a sword, while Yin Metal is jewelry and other things that glitter. 

Yin Metal people like everything beautiful. Fine art, fine food, fine wine - everything enjoyed by the elite. You may as well think of this personality as “swank”,“bling” or whatever “I have money and I flaunt it with shiny things” word you like. I’m sure the terms I used are both vulgar to such a refined palette. If nothing else, they like the appearance of wealth, status, and power. 

This behavior comes with its own pitfalls. Yin Metal people are perfectionists. Anything that makes them look like anything less than the best will not be taken well. They like being seen as elite, to the point of alienating those close to them. Friendships are often transient. Deep down, Yin Metal people are sensitive and intuitive - not that they want you to know. 

Now, some of you may have noticed the “TBC” at the top of this entry. That’s because there was a bit I almost put in here that was almost as long as this entire entry. It was so fitting as a finisher that I wanted to save it. There is also at least one manga-only entry for Kirari, but that’ll wait until the anime’s end unless people really, really want it now. 

tony-starkette  asked:

You write the best CodyWan, so how about some CodyWan fluff? Maybe they got some time between battles to take care of each other and just enjoy each other's company :) Thank you for your amazing writing!

“Please stay still Cody.” Obi-Wan whispered quietly, his body trembling faintly even as his hands were rock steady as he sewed the wound in his commanders side shut with laser focus.

“Sorry sir, thought I heard something sir.”

“Cody, its just us here…” That could be taken as a reprimand to relax or…

“I’m sorry Obi-Wan. I just…” Or just one lovers words to another.

“Hyper vigilance, I know.” The Jedi smiled at him before focusing back, ignoring the blood slicking his sanitized hands. Thank the Force for the clones utility belt providing sanitary napkins he thought darkly even as he continued closing the wound in the others shoulder.

“…You’re trembling Obi-Wan.”

“Tired.” Obi-Wan sighed. “But I need to close this Cody, I can rest a bit once its closed and I know you wont bleed out.”

“When was the last time you slept?” Cody made a low noise. While clones were engineered to manage on less, Obi-Wan was still human despite being a Jedi. And every time Cody had been awake, so had Obi-Wan.

“Perhaps two days ago. I’ve been meditating to keep myself going.” Obi-Wan replied in a distracted tone as he closed up the gash. “I haven’t reached a hallucinating point if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I’m more worried about a collapsing point if I’m honest.” The commander grumbled even as Obi-Wan finished up and broke the thread.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds before Obi-Wan shifted to Cody’s uninjured side and curled against it, giving a low noise. “We’ll find our way out of the cave in once we’ve rested a bit and try to locate the others.”

“I still can’t believe we got shoved of a cliff and into a mine only for the mine to collapse.” Cody wrapped his good arm around the Jedi.

“Welcome to my life, where you get trapped in mines.” Obi-Wan chuckled as he rested his head on Cody’s shoulderpad with a low sigh of exhaustion that echoed in the cave like a gust of wind. “Lets hope there’s an opening so we’re getting oxygen.” He wasn’t about to call it fresh air as nothing trapped this far down in a mine would be fresh.

Cody hummed against his temple, nuzzling lightly. “I think we’re okay, none of my helmet sensors flashed when we got trapped. I can put on my helmet and check again though.” He offered only for Obi-Wan to shake his head against his shoulder.

“No. If we were in danger the Force would warn me by now.” He murmured.

They settled into the quiet again for a few moments, the faint sound of dripping far of echoing back to them from somewhere far away.

Slowly Obi-Wan’s breathing eased off as Cody kept himself awake, the throbbing of his shoulder and various aches keeping aware. He wondered how Obi-Wan could ignore his own aches but figured it must be a Jedi trick even as he pressed a soft kiss to the others temple. “Rest well Obi-Wan, I’ll wake you in an hour.” He murmured.