BTS Reactions To Another Member Accidentally Hitting You

Namjoon: As you arrived the boy’s practice room you heard a lot of yelling. The boys were playing dodgeball for their new BangTan Bomb. “I shouldn’t go in,”you thought. As you were about to leave Namjoon saw you waving you to come in.

You opened the door and then,“Jimin don’t throw the ball!”Namjoon yelled. You looked up just when the ball crashed to your face making you drop the cupcakes you brought in for the boys.

“That’s a waist of food!”Jin cried out.

“Way to go Jimin,”Namjoon said angrily.

“I’m fine by the way if anyones wondering,”you said rubbing your forehead.

“Not only did you ruin a good batch of cupcakes but you also hurt my jagi you’re really asking for it Jimin,”he said starting to make his way towards him.

“Hey we were playing I didn’t even she was coming,”he said backing away from Namjoon.

“Namjoon stop I have a few left in the car I’ll just go get it. Also the pain is going away it’s ok,”you said feeling worried for Jimin.

“Next time she isn’t going to save you,”he said giving him a look.

Taehyung: You were going to surprise the boys with food because they’ve been working nonstop for their comeback. “I really hope they like it,”you thought as you walked to their practice room. “I can do it blindfolded too,”you heard Jungkook say.

“Yea right,”Taehyung said as you entered the practice room not even noticing you.

“Just watch me,”he said tying his bandana on his eyes. He had a hola hop on his left leg as he started to jump around with it somehow managing not to trip over it.

“Hi guys I brought you guys food,”you spoke up.

“Ah jagiya have you been standing there the whole time? You shouldn’t have bothered bringing us food,”Taehyung said smiling at you.

“I’m hungry I don’t know about you,”Jin said grabbing the bag from you,”Thank you (Y/N).”

“I want food too,”Jungkook said he was still blindfolded as he walked towards your direction trying to take of the bandana. It got tangled in his hair and you went over to help but just then he unstuck himself but backhanded you on accident. “(Y/N) I’m so sorry I didn’t mean too,”he said wider not knowing wether to go near you or not. V watched the whole thing and just stared at him (gif).

“It’s ok Jungkook it was an accident,”you said laughing hiding your really red face.

“Kookie be careful next time you could’ve poked her eyed,”he said going over to you to see if you’re ok. “I’m fine Tae don’t worry,”you said smiling at him. “Ok let’s go eat!”he said dragging you with the set of the boys.

Hoseok: You went to practice with Hoseok because you wanted to learn the dance moves to Dope. The rest of the boys were practicing their own choreography not really paying attention to you and your boyfriend. “Ok I think I have the hang of it,”you said half believing yourself.

“Let’s see it then. After this we should get food I’m starving,”he said patting his stomach. You nodded as you started to dance but once it came to the chorus you tripped. “Let’s just go get food,”you said annoyed. “You’ll get it trust me,”he said giving you an encouraging smile.

You smiled back and remembered,”I made my famous seaweed soup!” All the boys turn to look at you once those words escaped your lips. “Thank you. Thank you,”they all said hugging you.

“I just need to heat it up a little so it won’t be so cold,”you said getting out of their grasp.

“I’ll help you,”Hoseok said opening the door. You both went to the kitchen were you started to heat up the pot of soup. “Thank you so much jagi for making us food,”he said hugging you.

“You’ve guys have been working hard on this comeback it’s the least I could do,”you said. You both waited for the soup to warm up and then called the boys in to eat. They all squeezed in the small dining room making a circle. You were sitting next to Hoseok and Jin who was excited to try your cooking.

“Can you pass me a bowl,”Hoseok asked you. Both you and Jin reached for the bowl at the same time causing him to accidentally hit you on the left side of your face with his elbow.

“(Y/N)! I’m sorry. Are you ok? Does it hurt?”Jin asked worried wide eyed.

You held your cheek,”Ah I hope I don’t have a bruise.”

Jin looked at Hoseok and he just stared at him with disgust,”My jagi makes food for us and you elbow her beautiful face how dare you?”

Jin: “Are you purposely bad?”you asked your boyfriend. He looked at you with a fake hurt expression,”Hey! I was actually trying!” You laughed,”I wonder how you dance when you don’t try.”

He pushed you playfully,”Ok that’s enough of criticizing Jin’s awful dance moves for today.”

“Jin stop flirting with (Y/N) we have to get this dance down,”Namjoon said.

“Good luck!”you said smiling brightly at him. You left practice room and went to your car where you had batch of cookies. “I hope they like it,”you thought as you headed back to the practice room. The boys were doing a lot of kicks in this choreography and you watched as Jin was struggling to keep up.

“Jin you have to do it like this,”Hoseok said. He lifted his leg and his shoe flew off hitting your face. “Hoseok!”you and Jin said at the same time. “Sorry! Sorry!”he apologized horrified.

“You are so lucky I didn’t drop these cookies. It took me a lot of time and pressure not to burn them,”you said.

Jungkook: “Namjoon-hyung can (Y/N) come watch us practice?”Jungkook asked nervously biting his lips.

“Yes she can only if she makes her famous red velvet cupcakes,”he said.

“Ok!”your boyfriend said happily as he hung up. “Jagiya you can come,”he said happily.

“He asked for cupcakes didn’t he?”you asked as you came out of the kitchen.

“Yes but you made it right?”he asked.

“Yes I did. I could be cleaning this house up for you boys but you want me to go see you guys practice. You better not get distracted Kookie,”you warned.

“I won’t I promise,”he said,”Now let’s go.” You went into the kitchen as you got the box of cupcakes as you both got into the car that was waiting. “I’m just really excited for you to see this performance because I helped with it,”he said happily.

“Is there anything you can’t do?”you asked amazed.

“I can’t bake for now I’ll probably be better than you,”he said raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t get too cocky,”you said lightly pushing him. You arrived at the studio and walked to the practice room. “Hello,”you said to the boys who replied back enthusiastically as they saw the box of cupcakes.

“If Kookie misses up I get to eat his cupcakes,”Namjoon said.

“If you miss up, which you probably will, I get to eat hyung’s cupcakes,”your determined boyfriend said. “I’ll give you one of my cupcakes Namjoon,”Jimin said laughing.

“I won’t lose I’ve been practicing,”Namjoon said confidently.

Everyone started laughing and you cut them off,”Ok I just want to see the choreo that Kookie won’t stop talking about. Plus the cupcakes are getting colder by the second.” They nodded and hurried to their places as the music started playing. Everything was going fine for about a minute until the sweater throwing part. Namjoon threw his sweater directly at you but also his keys were in it. The keys hit your forehead making a small wound.

“Well there goes your cupcakes hyung,”Jungkook said cringing as he sees the small amount of blood coming from the wound.

Yoongi: “You don’t even do anything Yoongi,”you said frustrated as you got off the car. “Yes I do last week I took out the trash,”he said in a matter of fact tone.

“Wow so hopefully,”you said rolling your eyes. You walked in with your boyfriend to the practice room. Hoseok and Jin were the only one’s in the room. “Where are the other guys?”you asked.

“They said they’re going to be running late because they’re recording,”Jin said looking up from his phone. “I still don’t get why he has a flip phone,”you whispered. “I heard that,”Jin said smiling. “Sorry,”you said smiling shyly.

“Ah you bought us something didn’t you (Y/N)-ah?”Hoseok asked noticing the bag. 

“Sandwiches because Yoongi was suppose to help me make the rest of the meal,”you said looking angrily at your boyfriend. “(Y/N) are you seriously so upset with me?”he asked laughing. “Yes I am,”you said crossing your arms.

“Stop fighting because then Yoongi is going to take it out on us,”Hoseok said frightened.

“It’s because you won’t leave me alone when I’m trying to sleep,”he said.

Taehyung came in happily,”Good morning! (Y/N)-ah you came.” 

“Hi Taehyung,”you said smiling.

“Do we bother Yoongi when he’s sleeping?”Hoseok asked.

“You wake him up the most and without even trying,”Taehyung said laughing,”Like that one time you were shooing off a fly and you accidentally slapped hyung.”

“I wasn’t trying to slap you ok it was the fly and your mouth was open what if it had gotten in your mouth,”Hoseok said.

“But your hand was so close to his face. What did you expect?”Taehyung asked. “It wasn’t even that close. (Y/N) come here so I can show them how far away I was,”Hoseok said. You went over to where Hoseok as he demonstrated the whole scene.

“No that’s not how it happened,”Taehyung said,”This is how it went.” He slapped you lightly as Yoongi laughed at your surprised face.

“Taehyung! That hurt so much!”you said wincing, pretending that it actually hurt.

He looked at Yoongi terrified,”I didn’t mean to. Please don’t hit me.” 

“I’m just kidding Tae,”you said laughing.

Jimin: All the boys were acting like fools in the practice room trying to kill time until their choreographer arrives. “Why doesn’t he come already? I want to eat (Y/N)’s vanilla cake,”Jungkook whined.

“Can’t we just eat it now jagiya?”Jimin asked you.

“No you’ll be full and then won’t work as hard,”you said.

“Just one thin slice,”he said pouting. “Stop it’s not going to work,”you said looking away.

“Stop looking away from your handsome boyfriend,”he said trying to turn your head.

“Ah Jimin leave (Y/N) alone. You’ll get to eat the cake later,”Yoongi said pulling him away.

“Suga-hyung but I can’t wait until later I want the cake now,”your boyfriend whined making you giggle.

“You’re cake is really good (Y/N)-ah,”Jin praised you eating his slice of cake.

“Jin!”you and Jimin said at the same time.

“What?”he asked taking a bite.

“You were supposed to wait after practice,”you said.

“Now I get to eat cake too,”Jimin said running over to it.

“No I get a slice first,”Jungkook said already ahead of Jimin.

“Let your hyung get his slice first,”Jimin said pushing Kookie to the side.

“Kids stop or else you’ll knock off the cake,”Yoongi said.

“I’ll go cut the cake now since Jin already got his slice even if he wasn’t supposed to!”you said looking over at guilty Jin.

“Since I’m the second oldest get out the way,”Yoongi said pushing the two away. You rolled your eyes as you gave him his slice.

“The cake is as white as you Suga,”Jimin teased him.

Yoongi took a piece of cake with his fork and tried to flick at Jimin’s face but it landed on the back of your head. “What was that?”you asked touching the back of your head. Yoongi sat down quickly next to Jin and Jimin was left distraught not knowing what to do. “Who throw the cake?”you asked angrily.

“I don’t have any cake Jagi so it wasn’t me,”he said panicking. He turned to look at Yoongi, who was ignoring him.

“Yoongi-ah!”you said going towards him.

“I’m sorry I was trying to hit Jimin,”he said hurrying to the door.

Toys R Us

Pairing: Finn Balor X Reader

Summary: Finn loose in Toys R Us, need I say more.

(A/N): I really liked writing this and I hope I’m getting better with my writing.

Requested by: @ambrosegirlforever

Originally posted by breakingintohogwarts

Come on, come on where is he? You whisper to yourself, after walking down what seemed like the millionth isle of the Toys R Us.

You don’t even know how you ended up here, you turn your back for one minute, and all of the sudden Finn disappears into the store not uttering a single word. You were lucky enough to catch a glimpse of him as he marched into the store, or else you wouldn’t have known where to look.

Big didn’t even begin to describe the size of the Toys R Us, as a matter of fact it’s an understatement. You had already been searching for your Irish mate for the past 30 minutes with no luck due to the never ending turns down each isle.

To be honest, It feels like one of those moments where a mothers child gets lost in the store and the mother has to track them down by whatever means possible.

Only difference in this situation was, Finn isn’t capable of getting himself lost, nor is he a child, and if anything you were the one immeasurably lost, You already walked by the same isle of Barbie dolls at least 5 times since entering the toy filled wonderland.

You would’ve sent him a quick text asking for his whereabouts but your phone was locked in the car, which Finn had the keys too.

Note to self, never take your eyes off Finn, even for a mere moment, as a matter of fact, you would have absolutely no problem glueing your eyes to that man for the rest of your life.

“Where the hell can he be,” You question a little louder this time since no one was in a close vicinity of you. “I’ve looked everywh-”

You cut your own sentence off visioning what Finn would most likely be drawn to in Toys R Us, or any toy store he comes across.

“The lego's…” You whisper to yourself finally realizing where he’s most definitely been hiding for the past 30 minutes.

Ok, it can’t be to hard to find the legos. You think

As a matter of fact, you do recall passing the lego’s section when you entered the building, but you were to caught up in searching for Finn that you didn’t realize the lego section was his own personal heaven.

By now you’ve already located the legos section, now the task at hand is to locate Finn.

The thought of Finn sitting in the middle of the floor while he built legos with the happiest grin on his face made you giggle. You’d be astounded if that’s not exactly what he’s doing now.

Just like the other isles of toys and such, the lego section was like a maze. Every corner you turned there were legos, after legos, after legos. This would indeed be a personal heaven for Finn. All legos and nothing else. That man would build lego’s all day nonstop, only moving from his post to eat something, or go to the bathroom.

You even tried to sit and build with him one time and you couldn’t even sit still for more than an hour. You weren’t sure how he did it, but it made him happy and that’s all that mattered to you.

As you turned another corner in the lego’s section you finally caught a view of your handsome Irishman. You sighed in relief but stopped to watch him for a second.

Finn stood in front of the large shelves which held a variety of different lego sets.

Finn’s back was to you, so he had absolutely no Idea you were watching him from behind. Even the back of his head was great to look at.

You could only imagine the smile he probably had on his face right now, and even the gleam he probably had in his ocean blue orbs. You knew lego’s were one of the many things that always put a whopping smile on his face.

You began to approach him from behind, quietly making sure you didn’t alert him of your presence. You just wanted to surprise him with a hug from behind since he always did the same to you.

Once you stood a good couple inches behind him, you snaked your arms around his waist pressing the side of your face into his muscular back.

You felt Finn’s body tense up from your touch, much like you did when he embraced you from behind unknowingly.

Finn swiftly rotated around in your arms, once he saw you his confused expression turned into a bright smile.

“Hey, love.” Finn happily says wrapping his own arms tightly around your small body.

“Thank god I was able to find you.” You exclaim smacking his chest.

Finn emits the most adorable laugh and puts his hands up in defense.

“I’m sorry, love,” He apologizes placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “But ya know how excited I can get about lego’s.”

You chuckle at his comment and return a kiss too his cheek making some of the hairs from his beard scratch against your face. You noticed Finn’s complexion turn a noticeable shade of pink.

“No need to apologize,” You state while shaking your head from left to right. “Just let me know where your going next time, goofball.”

“Why didn’t ya text me?”

You let out a nervous giggle in response to his question, earning a skeptical look from him.

“I thought about it, but I left my phone in the car and you have the keys…” You say nervously grinning at him.

Finn’s facial expression remained puzzled and sure enough, Finn reached down into the pocket on the right side of his jeans and fished out the keys. Finn eyes went wide in realization, he brought his hand that didn’t hold the keys to his forehead. He sighed heavily.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.“ Finn apologizes again.

You bring a hand to either side of Finn’s face, pulling him down to your level. Finn wasn’t much taller but you still had to bring him down to your shorter stature. You gently press your lips against his in a lengthy kiss. Finn snaked his arms around your waist pulling you closer to his body.

“Stop apologizing…” You whisper against his lips while keeping your forehead against his. Finn smiled against your lips, something he always did when you two kissed each other.

You pulled away from Finn, although his hands remained on your waist. You both stood there for a minute just gazing at each other in awe. An even wider smile creeped into Finn’s face, as did yours.

“Come on,” you say motioning to the large shelf full of Lego sets. “Lets buy the biggest one and go home and build it.”

You couldn’t think of an accurate word to describe how much wider Finn’s smile grew when those words left your mouth.

“Yer gonna sit with me for god knows how many hours and build this with me?” He asks like I’m crazy while he held a box in his hands he just picked off the shelf.

You vigorously nod your head.

“If that means getting to spend time with you the rest of the day, then yes.” You beamed.

As if it couldn’t get any bigger, Finn’s smile grew, again. He looked like the Cheshire Cat with that grin on his face.

“What did I do ta deserve someone as amazing as ya?” Finn cooed slinging an arm around your waist as you both walked away to the checkout.

You snuggled into Finn’s side, all you could think about was spending the rest of the day building legos with your amazing boyfriend.

joy of man’s desiring


Excerpt: “So? There are plenty of people who are far more shit than you,” Phil responds, and Dan tilts his head so Phil can get at more of his neck. He pulls back just a tiny bit until his lips are barely brushing Dan’s skin, breath washing over the expanse of soft flesh, and whispers “Play.”

Title from Jesu, Joy Of Man’s Desiring by Bach.

Beta: unbeta’d

Word count: 1638

Warnings: smut

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anonymous asked:

Tsukishima, SFW #48

#48: Sharing Clothing


Tsukishima calls out from the living room. He doesn’t understand why going to grab a sweater from your bag was taking so long. The movie the both of you had chosen sits on an endless loop of the opening title page, and he’s beginning to get annoyed.


A call from his room echoes through the empty house and then, in several seconds, you appear. You offer him a sheepish smile but he barely takes any notice. Instead, his attention is focused in on the sweater hanging from your frame. He knows that isn’t yours because he distinctly remembers wearing it a few days ago.

You plop down next to him on the couch and are reaching out for the remote when you take notice of his attention on you. The raised eyebrow and concerned voicing of ‘are you okay?’ snaps him back into focus. “Is that my sweater?”

“Yeah, I realized I had forgotten mine at home. I guess I missed it while I was packing my bag. Why?” You look him over. There must be something on his face because you pull nervously at the material. “Was it not okay to borrow it? I just thought you wouldn’t mind…I can take it off and find a blanket instead.”

You’re about to get to your feet when he grabs onto your arm, pulling you back onto the couch. Tsukishima adverts his gaze as he shakes his head, pressing play to begin the movie. “No, it’s fine…I was just surprised, you…you look good in my clothes.”

The second those words are out of his lips, he knows there’s a slight hint of pink on his cheeks. He can feel your gaze on him but tries his best to focus on the movie. The opening credits are over and the first minute or so has begun when he feels you press closer, head coming to rest on shoulder. He stiffens, unsure of what to do, but gradually feels himself relax as your eyes stay focused on the TV screen.

“Thanks Kei.” Your voice is but a whisper though he hears it and, with a faint smile, lays a kiss to your forehead.

anonymous asked:

Do you sleep together?

Gentle gold looked down at the boy in his arms and Kai allowed his fingers to run through raven black hair, a small smile never leaving his lips. The radiating warmth from Kei never ceased to comfort him and the human placed a ghostly kiss on his friend’s forehead. “Kei wanted separated rooms when we first moved together… But we both had many restless nights and after falling asleep arm in arm, we noticed that each other’s presence allowed us to sleep peacefully.” Whispering the words, Kai pulled the ajin closer. “It’s nice, falling asleep and waking up next to the person you love.”

Dog Sitter (Frank CastlexReader) Pt. 3

Six months later and you were still locking yourself out of your apartment on a regular basis. The first time it happens, you wait outside your door for almost thirty minutes. You pace past Frank’s door five times before you finally gain the courage to knock. When there was no immediate response you wait another couple of minutes before you muster up the strength to call into the room.

“Hey Frank. It’s (Y/n). Uhhh..I kind of locked myself out of my apartment again. Do you think you could help me get it open again?”

There are a few silent seconds in between your question and the sound of a chair scratching against the floor. The door in front of you opens and Frank fills the space left behind.

“How long have you lived here?” He asks with an unimpressed expression. There’s a small inflection in his voice that causes you to narrow your eyes.

“There’s no need to be patronizing.  I just happen to have the memory of a goldfish.” The man let’s out a half laugh, but you can’t tell if it’s because what you said was funny or if he thought you were being stupid. He moved past you and closed his door behind him.

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Originally posted by the8ght

 - Okay so as we all know 

 - Vernon is a meme 

 - So you can expect a meme-ish relationship (in the good way) 

 - Lame pick up lines 

 - “Did you sit on sugar ‘cos that’s one sweet ass”

 - “You know what else is sweet? My hand against your face if you don’t stop”

 - But he can be deep at times 

 - So expect deep late night conversations as well 

 - He’s so awkward 

 - he’d probably try to hold your hand and somehow manage to trip over something and fall 

 - “Are you okay!?” 

 - “Yeah, I was… um… just admiring the floor…. isn’t it gorgeous?”

 - “Sure….” 

 - He’d be the type to spoil his girlfriend 

 - Asking your opinion on the raps he writes 

 - Introducing you to his family 

 - but being low key jealous when you spend too much time with Sophia 

 - because 

 - “hey I’m your boyfriend, do you remember me?” 

 - Not much PDA, he’s too awkward 

 - You’d be the one to initiate the skinship often 

 - But he does love cuddling 

 - Especially when it rains so he can play some music and just enjoy chilling with you 

 - Movie dates

 - Trying to teach you how to rap

 - Would most likely give you anything you want because

 - “God, you’re so cute I can’t say no to that face” 

 - Singing to annoy you 

 - Probably plays with your hair a lot 

 - I don’t know why but I kinda see him doing your nails 

 - Would probably wake you up by kissing your forehead

 - Couple key chains 

 - Probs disney themed 

 - Takes lots of sneaky pics of you because he thinks you look cute 

 - especially when you’re sleeping 

 - Loves feeding you but feels weird being fed 

 - Please protect my awkward - meme - lame kid 

 - Admin Tam

Brat Pack Things

Featuring Rose Weasley, Albus Potter, Lorcan Scamander, Scorpius Malfoy, Dominique Weasley, Alexander King, Beckett Finnigan, and Marissa Thomas, the ultimate press magnets.

Rose Weasley: tea instead of coffee, mittens, laying in the rain, flowers (as long as they aren’t roses), being literally the loudest person in the quidditch stands, overcrowded but still perfectly neat bookshelves, freckles, animals, threatening the girls her boys date, coming through on those threats, sweaters with foxes on them, perfectly made bed, flying kites, feeling most calm in the middle of chaos, the smell of books, bad days spent in the library where said smell is strongest, finding the most remote castle nooks and crannies to disappear into, being the only one who can fit into the smaller secret tunnels and having to report back in great detail where they lead, always being the shortest one around, frowning whole concentrating, mimosas, eternally pushing her hair out of face, using her wand to hold back her hair, cute sidewalk cafés, lemon drop candies, ridiculously neat and detailed notes, archives of old notes, transfiguring tree branches into floats while taking nightly swims in the Black Lake, playing with the giant squid, white wine over red, naming the giant squid Pablo, sunny days, hats, braids, torn jeans that didn’t come that way, fluffy white clouds, climbing trees, threatening to fight everyone, worn down leather ankle boots, super sassy facial expressions, begrudging mom figure, bookstores, polka dots, organic tea, getting the whole class out of assignments by getting the professor off subject, walls covered in photographs and posters, always being the one to have to kill the spiders, calling the boys “her boys”, reading the newspaper front to back, puppies, freakishly neat everything, water slides, regular slides, playgrounds, seeing muggle airplanes fly overhead and having to stop and watch, cute laughs, angry tears, hair ribbons, always being ready in five minutes and having to wait another twenty for the boys to do their hair, water balloon fights, regular balloons, birthday cake, Christmas Eve mass with the whole family, sweet perfume, summer wind, dancing like nobody’s watching, holiday sweaters, loud laugh, laughing when the boys do stupid things, never being afraid to send out a few hexes when needed, muffins, surprises, messy ponytails, too many sweaters, brightly colored rain boots, ivy covered walls, muggle music, endless witty replies, fresh snow.

Albus Potter: caring for his broomstick like it’s a family member, constant eating, falling asleep everywhere, way too many Gryffindor shirts, Cherry flavored lollipops, always at ease, secretly idolizes Krum but would rather die than admit it, low key arrogance- like his father, fireworks, flying above the Dark Forest, long walks, home cooked meals, terrible at lying, serious family time, being nocturnal, harboring an above average hatred for reporters, eternally messy hair, always running a hand through said hair- especially when nervous, put out, or flustered, autumn, when cold wind stings your cheeks, nightmares and cryptic dreams, never sleeping, serious caffeine dependency, super enigmatic, spending more time with Rose’s dog than with Rose, girls with brilliant smiles, privacy, comfortable silences, left handed, banter, never being seen without Scorpius, making sad people laugh, storms, cliff diving, risks, Montrose Magpies, sucking at articulating emotions, tea at Hagrid’s hut, lemon pie, always seeing the good in people, laid back parties, laughter, quidditch, struggling under all the pressure, long naps, being super charming and charismatic without even trying, loyal to a fault, messing up Lily’s hair, defending his name constantly, facial expressions as sassy as Rose’s, family dinners, contagious laughter, flying, being a really good test taker, open air, surprisingly super neat, finds almost everything amusing, zero temper, contagious laugh, hating how he looks on his Montrose posters, pushing Rose off of Scorpius to hug him, neatly rolling up his sleeves to do something stupid with Scorpius, sneaking Lorcan and Beckett into Gryffindor Tower, making Lily request the invisibility cloak at least two weeks in advance, sitting in an empty diner at 2 AM to sober up before sneaking back into the house, always sneaking out late at night to practice on the quidditch pitch (he thinks no one notices but Harry or Ginny always find footprints or his broom in a different place), being super good at pool- but never being able to beat Scorpius, being low key protective af, never trusting anyone, probably being a little bit more like Sirius Black than his namesake would like, dreamy/swoon-worthy eyes, graceful, almost always landing on his feet, pretending to hate James’ super affectionate hugs and kisses, giving Lily piggyback rides (and later Rose when Lily is the tall one), a lot nicer than people might assume, being ridiculously lucky (quidditch is actually a really dangerous sport but he’s only had one concussion), taking quidditch way too seriously, allowing nobody in the world to touch his broom except maybe his parents and Nina Krum, getting annoyed when people ask if he ever has to wear glasses, lots of coffee, being comfortable in even the most wild situations, somehow always knowing when someone needs silence and when they need advice, pretty much hiding under the invisibility cloak forever after he loses a quidditch match because it isn’t just a game, unofficial brat pack leader, being really dedicated to not caring, total fangirl material, always rising to the occasion when Aiden Dolohov challenges him, protecting people- even complete strangers, self sacrificing idiot.

Lorcan Scamander: loose fitting button up shirts that are never buttoned up all the way, hot chocolate, star gazing, baggy sweaters- especially ones knit by Grandma Molly, literally never being phased by anything, dimples, cute (failed) winks, curly/wavy hair that everyone wants to touch, cheeky smiles and comments, hopelessly adorable (but also smoking hot like), floating carelessly in the Black Lake, sunbathing with Dominique, cool rune tattoos, always being down to hang with anyone’s grandma, fresh baked chocolate chip cookies, lots of butter beer, pretending not to see embarrassing things, hand carving pumpkins for Halloweeen, pouting when he doesn’t get his way, freezing cold showers, guitars, girls with long hair, being super low key awkward, forehead kisses, always grinning, helping lost first years, reading glasses, always falling off his broom/down the stairs, distracting McGonagall with genuine conversation while his friends do something stupid, helping old ladies cross the street because why not, friendship bracelets, new books, kittens, always rescuing stray animals, sending low key hexes and never being suspected of anything, never starting fights but never backing down, smooth talking the riddle keeper in Ravenclaw Tower, clean sheets, extra fluffy pillows, that one quilt grandma Molly made for him, stupid puns, not so subtle note passing, too many t-shirts, candy, always being called a womanizer in the tabloids- kind of is one, is also an old fashioned gentleman, kids, calling Molly gran, holding back laughter, taking care of Luna when she goes a little extra crazy, perfect hair flip, always whistling, amazing singing voice, pumpkin patches, jelly beans (the predictable muggle kind), making passive aggressive threats towards anyone who considers picking on his less popular twin, carrying out said threats in an agressive agressive way, super audacious but is never suspected of anything ever, sleeping in class, massive dork, definitely has synchronized dances with each pack member, always chewing gum, super adorable bright smiles, being the person in the group to always make eye contact with the person trying to talk when everyone else isn’t listening, protecting his little brothers like they’re his cubs, clumsy, super sexy cinnamon roll, not being afraid to cry if something shitty happens, probably worrying a little too much about what haters think of him, being the chill to Dominique’s crazy, not necessarily believing in every single crazy magical creature but totally going along with anyone who does.

Scorpius Malfoy: neat hair, ridiculous jawline, razor sharp cheekbones, platinum hair and bright blue eyes but a perfect golden tan, animals, tea over coffee, rubbing the back of his neck when he’s nervous, ditching Rose to play wizards chess with her dad, being a bit of a tea snob, strangled emotions, eating way too much at the Burrow because Grandma Molly cooks so much better than house elves, confronting anyone who tries messing with one of his own, cheering for Albus when they’re in a match together, candy canes, noticing literally everything, probably wearing matching sweaters with Albus, always “forgetting” the names of Rose’s boyfriends until he was the boyfriend, fire whiskey, trampolines, taking things apart and rebuilding them, peppermints, very pretty girls, getting tongue tied around Rose, study dates that are never actually study dates, helping Beckett spike Alex’s pumpkin juice with veritaserum because he’s the nicest person ever when he’s honest, having the cutest smile, always being amazed at the Weasley brood’s dynamic, overbearing family, seriously loves girls’ hair, can read Latin, can go from cold aristocrat to Dom’s partner in crime in .2 seconds, hating whipped cream, totally has puppy dog eyes, taking a few years to realize that nothing coming out of Uncle George’s mouth is to be taken seriously, being that really overprotective brother, family dinners (esp at the Potters), always staring at Rose, relentlessly teasing Dominique and vice versa, being more like Ron Weasley than Rose would like to admit, secretly amazing piano player, hating exploding snap (always loosing at exploding snap), perfectly tailored clothes, biting his bottom lip, being protective of his little sister when boys are interested in her because he knows exactly how boys are and has hear too much locker room talk, starting out as a shy eleven year old, was a major handful by seventh year, learning to fight anyone who says a bigoted thing towards him or his family, amazing piano player, might have a thing for redheads.

Dominique Weasley: fire whiskey, making a scene to save another person from humiliation, low key good guy, in denial about being said good guy, no bullshit faces (really it’s a family thing), muggle music, secretly loving romance novels, surfing, trying to ride the giant squid, sunbathing, pretending to be a bitch- secretly a huge dork, always equipped with really random facts about the most random subjects, tapping her quill during class and annoying the hell out of Rose, cultivating the Gryffindor-Slytherin rivalry, reckless flying, empty alcohol bottles stowed beneath her bed (as well as a second wardrobe), kittens, befriending all the animals wandering Hogwarts and naming each one, wild parties, mini skirts, sneaking out after hours to go to the library while it’s empty (and there are no witnesses), animals, orchids, macaroons, croissants, red wine all the way, really old buildings, drinking champagne straight from the bottle, quidditch, Weasley sweaters, leather jackets over sundresses, storms, midnight swims, gravelly voice, swimming when the surf is super rough, fireplaces, uncharted secret passageways, smudged eyeliner, day dreaming, glitter eye shadow, band shirts, having several articles of clothing from literally everyone’s closets, flirting with everyone, winking suggestively at everyone, as enigmatic as Albus, totally mysterious, killer eyebrows, camping, muggle music, perfect lipstick, Weird Sisters concerts with Beckett, self sacrificing, espresso at four am, cheering up anyone without trying, gravelly voice, unknowingly changing hair colors, table dancing, streamers, confetti, sea salt, naturally wavy hair, sitting in the bathroom for thirty minutes with the door locked to make Victoire angry, blasting music to make Victoire angry, eating all of the macaroons in the house to make Victoire angry, being an amazing dancer, having an awesome sense of humor, skipping class to get lost in the Forbidden Forest, playing super dirty in quidditch, smirking, leaving everyone in awe, always climbing into everyone else’s beds, cuddling with everyone, baby animals, beaches, The Beatles, festivals, fireworks, old fashioned romances (flowers, taking things slow, cute dates, chivalry, basically Lorcan Scamander), anything chocolate, being super ticklish, the Simpsons- and always watching it with her dad and siblings even though Fleur can’t stand it, grapes, great adventures, mischief of any kind, roller coasters, birthdays (or any excuse to throw a party), secret random acts of kindness, carnivals, religiously following family traditions, eating the last piece of desert, perfect pancakes, having a trick-or-treating strategy, lemonade, snow angels, Lorcan’s hair, bare feet, lacy bras, warm sand.

Alexander King: razor sharp jawline, probably comes off as a total dick, sometimes is a total dick, cute smiles, henley t-shirts, tailored suits, straight firewhiskey, going to bat for literally any of his friends or their family members, being loyal to a fault (even if he doesn’t seem the type), originally being confused by physical affection, starting off as the scourge of Gryffindor house, eye rolls, using his Slytherin connections to get inside information for pranks, “blackmail is wrong?”, half smirks, black coffee, cold air, having an even more overbearing family than Scorpius, actually having a serious sweet tooth, totally owning the spoiled aristocrat thing, sneaking out of society parties with Scorpius and a bottle of anything alcoholic, long hugs, having seeker-like reflexes, sparklers, neck kisses, charming grins, literally makes the funniest jokes, 100% committed to rebelling against his family, began idolizing Sirius Black after the great Harry Potter told him a few tales, can swing a beater’s bat without even looking but didn’t join the quidditch team until seventh year (Albus made him), up for whatever, definitely up for whatever if it’s illegal, not good with words or feelings, actually being especially bad with feelings, super claustrophobic, Rose Weasley is his baby sister and he would literally fuck up every idiot in the Ministry of Magic for her, pretending to be a dick to hide the fact that he’s more like a bunny, failing at hiding that fact, literally being able to push anyone’s buttons (he has the Blair Waldorf gift for sniffing out weakness), definitely being really arrogant about everything- mostly looks, being really annoyed with everyone’s bullshit, tapping his wand when he’s bored, Christmas trees, holidays with the Weasley brood, can def read Latin, always appearing to be in a relationship with Mari Thomas (”what do you mean friends don’t make out?”), secretly crushing on Lucy Weasley, not wanting to overstep by dating Albus’ baby cousin, cuddling, challenging rules to challenge his father, definitely being fascinated by muggle stuff, has a soft spot for baby animals, is strangely good with kids, really high tolerance to alcohol, definite snob.

Beckett Finnigan: firewhiskey, walking along rooftops at night, taking stupid risks, being allergic to the library, challenging people to duels over stupid things- like drinking all the coffee, rough housing with Rose because she also wants to fight everyone, mercilessly pelting bludgers at Albus when Gryffindor and Ravenclaw play each other, always always always breaking his bats, also always getting hurt during quidditch matches (he has his own cot in the medical wing), getting way too excited over fireflies, baseball caps, being a low key man whore, showing off, always jumping into Albus’ arms (and vice versa), giving Lorcan piggyback rides, sun tans, always having a problem with authority, sharing his father’s propensity for setting literally everything on fire- including Rose’s hair on several occasions, seriously though- having a real issue with authority, digging up a copy of the rule book to make sure each rule has been broken, coming up with the stupidest plans and somehow always succeeding, mocking Lily when she gets super serious about something, actually loving her concentrating face, fighting anyone who says a word against werewolves (after the whole thing with his mom), baseball t-shirts, smoldering expressions, leather necklaces/bracelets, getting distracted by Lily walking on to the pitch and being knocked off his broomstick cause he’s a dork, lots of scarves, literally always having candy on person, smells really good, taking stupid risks that always seem to pay off, probably the most arrogant, milkshakes, roller coasters, cheek kisses, carnival dates, hates the fact that he wears glasses, waking Lorcan up at midnight ‘cause he’s hungry and can’t sneak out alone because that’s boring, probably being a dumbass half the time, taking an entire year to fully get over the fact that he was sorted into Ravenclaw and not Gryffindor, has a really sexy voice, might have the occasional dumb jock moment, actually an amazing photographer, using Lily as his muse, propensity for ginger jokes, not sure how to handle serious feelings, never being in a relationship for more than five minutes, clearing the whole roster for Lily, dyslexic.

Marissa Thomas: cotton candy, throwing a party ever single time the parents go out of town, chokers, black nail polish, having a big mouth, lemon slices, bags covered in patches and pins, never having a bad hair day (like ever), probably coming off as Alex’s girlfriend most of the time, always being at the center of the dance floor, paint fights, table dancing, mini dresses, ripped jeans, definite nose piercing, always drawing on envelopes, pretending to be annoyed when Frank calls her “Issa” instead of “Mari”, canvas bags, converse, anklets, quote tattoos, over sized jackets, sweaters, chewing gum, big scarves, cucumber, organic tea, fashion mags, mystery novels, Italian ice cream, way too many leather jackets, plaid shirts, putting EVERYTHING in her diary, reading glasses, being like BFFs with her dad, definitely getting super annoyed with her little sister, also loving that little sister more than anything in the world, playing a mean game of quidditch, polaroids, being the best at mixing drinks, exploring the Dark Forest in the middle of the night, aviators, eye rolls, being underestimated by pretty much everyone (esp her mom), pretty butterflies, coming from an artistic family but sucking at anything to do with art, too many bracelets, pretending to be annoyed by Frank Longbottom’s pining, having several drawers of beauty potions that have several uses left, hating mornings, putting more cream in her cup than coffee, getting drunk on school nights and going to class with a hangover, getting boys to do her schoolwork, cramming the night before a big test, taking YEARS to realize that Frank Longbottom is actually the guy she’s been looking for.

Whole Pack: strange dynamic that nobody else gets (do they love or hate each other?), taking no bullshit from anyone- ever, hating everyone’s exes without question, setting the potions classroom on fire like five times a year because secretly sabotaging the Slytherins’ potions can be risky business, everyone sleeping in Albus’ room at the Burrow, pizza, killer nights in, spending ten minutes trying to fit everyone beneath the invisibility cloak, unusually good looks, always getting caught under the invisibility cloak because everyone’s shushing each other and stepping on everyone else and more often than not they take a tumble down the stairs (Scorpius once broke a wrist), spending sleepless nights in the library figuring out the magic behind the Marauders Map and then using that magic to make party invitations, concerts, turning the Hog’s Head into their personal dive bar because people frequent it less more often and privacy is super important to all of them, 100% total honesty about everything, no secrets, always showing off, water fights, not breaking the rules to rebel (like Teddy, James, and Fred) but breaking them because they forget that the rules actually apply to them, matching pajamas, synchronized Halloween costumes, endless ginger jokes directed at Rose, endless short jokes directed at Rose, looking like Burberry models %110 of the time, slip n’ slides on the Hogwarts lawn, eternally guilty expressions, probably always greeting each other with cheek kisses, always being on the verge of hysterical laughter, getting blackout drunk together, perfect synchronization, karaoke, sharing everything- especially desserts, constantly slinging arms around each other, cuddling, being ultra melodramatic, being so comfortable with each other that they literally couldn’t care less if everyone thinks they’re gay- even though they aren’t, making endless jokes about being married/in a complicated group relationship- especially around Alex’s super homophobic pure blooded parents, friendship bracelets, being really dedicated to appearing not to care about anything, if one person accidentally does something embarrassing everyone else does it as well because why the hell not, not talking to each other for weeks after intense games of exploding snap/scrabble/quidditch, banning Rose from playing scrabble with them because she’s way too good at it, super dramatic high fives in a variety of inappropriate situations, getting kicked out of the library at least once a week, lying for each other without question, hanging out in bakeries and at ice cream parlors, cultivating badass reputations even though really all they do is eat ice cream and hang out with Albus’ parents, sneaking out in the middle of the night to go get food, could most likely achieve anything together, breaking into Filch’s office and helping themselves to his archives of confiscated goods, the whole world being a tad bit suspicious when one shows up without the others, stupid bets, totally encouraging each others’ awful ideas (at first Rose tried to intervene but eventually learned to just let those things happen), always stealing each others’ sweets, deep but strange conversations at 2 AM that always leave Rose wondering what the fuck goes on inside the male brain, being BFF’s with Hagrid and having weekly tea at his hut, broken wands, getting angry when every person ever assumes Lorcan to always be innocent when really he’s the worst, unspoken total trust in one another, nonstop banter. 

*Sorry this ended up being super long..but enjoy!!

He’s Stuck in his Daydream

Based on the prompt: Imagine if Dan was daydreaming of telling Phil he’s in love with him, and starts talking out loud and having a conversation of him and Phil admitting their love for each other and then Phil hears and is like what (x)


Genre: Fluff; Getting Together; Friends to Lovers

Pairing: Phan

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: Don’t mind the idiotic title

‘How can you tell your best friend you are in love with him without fucking up your friendship completely?’ Dan typed into the Google search bar and pressed 'enter’. Leave it to him to google important things like confessing his undying love to his best friend. He sighed as he scrolled down the enormous results that came up into the page. All he found out and learned from those websites is that he had no fucking chance what so ever and what he was doing was utterly and deeply wrong. And now he had his doubts about telling Phil the truth. The truth was that he was in love with him since he first discovered his channel. Maybe it was for the soft blue eyes he got usually lost in even through his computer screen, maybe it was the sweet personality that made him fall for Phil harder than he ever planned to or maybe it was just everything. Dan was so deep into this at that point he couldn’t even imagine waking up and not seeing Phil stealing his cereal in the corner or being greeted by his sexy, raspy voice as he walked into the kitchen completely shirtless.

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“Kei, Tadashi, how nice to see you!” 

“Aki-nii, you’re home!” 

“Early.” Kei mumbles, opening his door to his bedroom and tries to push Tadashi inside. 

“Hmph. Not ready to share your boyfriend just yet?” Kei flushes, and Tadashi’s eyes widen. 

“Wh- what..?” Tadashi laughs nervously. 

“Oh. Oh my god. You haven’t confessed yet?”

“No,” Kei hisses, “I haven’t.”

“Oh.” Akiteru looks away from the two awkwardly. “Um…I’ll just…I’ll just– go.” 

“Tsukki, what is Aki-nii–”

“Shut up, Yamaguchi,” Is all Akiteru hears before the door slams shut. 


“Damn it, Akiteru,” Kei mutters, looking at his feet. His cheeks were bright red, he knew they were. “If he’d waited one more day…”

“Tsukki, what? What’s…”

“I like you, Tadashi.” 

“You do?”


“Oh.” Tadashi shuffles about, nervous. He fidgets with his sleeve, and shifts his eyes to see Kei doing the same with his fingers. “I– I like you too.” 

“You don’t have to lie, it’s ok…”

“I– I’m not lying! I promise!” Tadashi feels his heart pound in his chest. 


“Um…Wh– why did Akiteru think we were together?..”

“…Because I told him I was going to confess before he showed up home for holiday break…He came home a week early, and thought I’d done it, I guess…” Kei keeps his eyes adamantly down. 

“O– Oh…” Suddenly, Kei looks up. 

“Tadashi, can I kiss you?”

“What?! O– of course!”

“And can we date as well?”

“Y– yes!”

“G– good.” Kei takes a step forwards. He lifts his own head before raising a hand to push Tadashi’s chin up. “So…can I kiss you now that that’s all over?”

“Y- yeah…Yes please.” Tadashi mumbles, and Kei feels a shiver run down his spine at Tadashi’s quiet voice. He leans in, cupping Tadashi’s face in his hands, and…

“Kei, Tadashi, dinner’s done whenever– oh. Um. So I see you’ve confessed now…Um. I’ll…just… Di– dinner’s on the table. Bye.” Akiteru rushes out the door almost as quickly as he’d entered, flush on his cheeks. Kei groans, and flips his older brother the bird as the door licks shut. 

“Sorry about him…again…”

“It’s fine.” Tadashi giggles. Kei rests his forehead on Tadashi’s. 

“We should go down to eat.”

“Yeah.” Tadashi leans forward, kissing Kei, before stepping back and opening the door. Kei stands in place, shocked. “Are you coming, Tsukki?..”

“Y- yeah…” Kei replies, clearing his throat. “Yeah, coming.” 


Sam’s forehead wrinkle (/^▽^)/ (for denugis, because I know she likes it)

take a snapshot (TsukkiYama)

Pairing: Yamaguchi Tadashi/Tsukishima Kei
Rated: G
Warnings: Panic attacks, 
Length: 1187 words

Tadashi wakes up next to Kei, cuddled close to the other in an attempt to combat the winter cold. It’s below freezing and their apartment doesn’t really have reliable heating, so they share beds and hold hands and cuddle almost constantly.

He won’t lie. Tadashi likes having an excuse to burrow into Kei’s old Karasuno hoodies, and he likes having an excuse to steal more kisses at night, and he likes watching movies on his old laptop, both of them wrapped in that awful tartan blanket that Hinata bought them last Christmas as a joke. Even this morning he can wrap his arms around Kei’s waist, pulling himself closer and tucking his head in the crook of Kei’s arm.

“You’re warm,” Kei mumbles against his forehead.

(He’s always half-delirious before his first mug of coffee.) “I got the warmth from you,” Tadashi tells him.

“You’re warm, Tadashi… I want to stay here forever,” Kei continues. Tadashi knows Kei won’t remember this when he has coffee and breakfast, but in the mornings he gets to see Kei stripped down to his heart and bones, bereft of his mask of indifference. (And his glasses. He looks really cute.)

“So do I,” Tadashi sighs, and lifts his head up for a kiss.


Sometimes he’s so scared of being left behind his head hurts and he has to go to the bathroom to breathe, fast and shallow, head between his knees.

Tsukki is getting better. They’re all wonderful, they’re all starters, they’re all finding their place in the team. Tadashi can’t even manage one measly serve without freaking out. He looks up every time they practice and thinks he sees Ukai’s face thunder with disappointment, he knows he does, even though the coach cleans his face when he catches Tadashi looking.

He’s useless. They’ll all get better and he won’t, and he’ll be left behind in the dust of their retreating backs.

The weeks just past have been terrifying. He’s seen Tsukki improve, seen Hinata improve, seen Kageyama improve. They’re all evolving. He’s not.

Tadashi leans against the wall of the gym, not ready to enter just yet. His head is spinning still with the terrifying knowledge that if he doesn’t do better get faster get quicker get better be better come on be

He’ll be the only one.

The only one at square one.

And they’ll all -

He imagines Coach Ukai telling him I’m sorry, Yamaguchi, we just can’t have someone on our team that can’t improve and he can’t breathe -

He can’t breathe properly, for some reason, and it’s been happening a lot recently. His head spins. His throat constricts. He stares at his hands, hands that can’t handle a damn volleyball, and tries to see straight through the water gathering at the corners of his eyes. It’ll be like middle school was. It’ll be like everything was. He’ll run after people, chirping their names, and they’ll do better in class and in volleyball and they’ll push him aside and they won’t -

Even Tsukki -

He probably doesn’t even like Tadashi -

Who would -

“Yamaguchi, come on, breathe.”

He’s dimly aware of an arm around his shoulders, but he’s staring at the droplets staining the concrete, rain, but the sky is clear, and it’s Tsukki, who hates emotions, who hates comforting people, and he wants to run but he can’t because his legs don’t seem to want to move -

“Breathe. It’s okay, it’s - right, one and two and three and then c'mon-” Tsukki sounds hassled, hurried, stressed, and Tadashi hates knowing that he caused it but he can’t seem to do anything, just try to follow Tsukki’s hand on his shoulder moving up and down.

“Tadashi, please-”

Tadashi buries his face in Tsukki’s chest and sobs.


Training camp is fun. Of course it is. But every time Tadashi looks around for Tsukki he’s over talking to Kuroo and Bokuto, the two captains. And he really doesn’t want to be a burden - a nagging friend - so he just watches from the side. On his own. Hinata and Kageyama are practising and yelling, of course, and nobody else wants to hang out with a freckle-faced fail of a pinch server.

“You need to tell him how you feel.”

Tadashi almost leaps out of his skin. The setter from Nekoma is beside him all of a sudden, and he yelps in surprise. Kenma (Kozuke Kenma, right?) just keeps playing his game, but he’s here and he doesn’t seem to want to retract his statement.


“How you feel. You need to tell him,” Kenma repeats. He doesn’t look up, but Tadashi feels the same intense concentration as he usually only gets from Tsukki. “Nothing will change unless he knows, and all that will happen is that you’ll keep being unhappy.”

“I don’t - what are you..” Tadashi frowns. “I don’t want to tie him down to me,” he mumbles eventually, turning scarlet.

“Friendship isn’t an obligation.”

“I-” Tadashi stops. He sits - Kenma sits, too - on the bench outside the gym watching Tsukki, Kuroo, and Bokuto block and spike and laugh with one another. (Well, the two captains do. Tsukki mostly just does that tiny smile of his.)

Kenma keeps playing. “You’re unhappy.”

“But that’s my problem. It shouldn’t be his.”

“He’s hardly spoken to you all training camp. Shouldn’t that be his problem too? This isn’t about your friend having more friends. He hasn’t talked to you almost at all.”

“I don’t want to hold him back,” Tadashi says, almost too quiet to be heard.

Kenma sighs. “Please talk to him.”


“Pride! What more reason do I need than pride?!”


When Tadashi is made a starter in the beginning of his second year, Tsukki kisses him behind the gym for the first time, and he tells him the stars on his cheeks are the most beautiful things he’s seen in his life. Tadashi stands on his tip-toes to reach Tsukki, the blonde going through another growth spurt, and almost knocks them both to the ground with the force of his kiss in return.

“Call me Tadashi,” he says shyly when they sit, later, in the park.

Tsukki shifts a little to move Tadashi further into the crook of his arm. His right hand plays with Tadashi’s hair. “Only if you call me Kei.”

“Of course, Tsukki,” Tadashi teases.


Kei smiles. The soft smile he only does for Tadashi, when they’re alone.


Hinata and Kageyama go pro the year after college, and come out the year after that. Tadashi gets the text the morning before Hinata tweets it to the world, and he shows it to Kei, who grunts. “Of course they’re together. It was inevitable. We all knew after that party in second year when Hinata kept jumping on Bakageyama’s back.”

Tadashi giggles and sends a text of congratulations to Hinata and Kageyama, even though Hinata told him about two years ago, their last year of college, when the freak duo finally sorted out their messy relationship, made it simple.

He rolls over and kisses Kei once more, and everything is perfect and peaceful, and the stars shine on his cheeks in the morning light.

“Fuck,” Key hissed softly through his teeth, his head falling back to lightly thump against the stall of the crowded, noisy airport bathroom. His fingers threaded into the jet black head of hair below him and tugged gently, his lips turning to a sleazy, pleasured grin, never wanting the delicious wet sounds of those pretty lips stretching around his cock to stop.

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Hello! I'm watching a family member at a hospital rn so I couldnt help imagining a 'reunited at a hospital room AU' with TsukkiYama where Yamaguchi is taking care of his grandmother then Tsukki visits someone in the same ward and they hadnt seen each other in years because one of them had to move away.

I hope your family member gets better soon! <3

“Your mother’s discussing sending me to a home.” 

“She wouldn’t do that, Nana,” Tadashi says, focused on cutting his grandmother’s dinner up. 

“Oh, I wouldn’t mind; I’m so troublesome for you two, always getting sick, or hurt, or–” His grandmother breaks for a coughing fit, and Tadashi frowns. 

“Nana, you’re not troublesome.” He slides the tray over to his grandmother, and falls into the armchair at the side of her bed. He was allowed a small break from his nursley duties to see his grandmother, which he was thankful for. Pneumonia at such an old age wasn’t a very promising thing, and he wanted to spend as much time as he could with her while she was still in the hospital. 

“Yes, but if you sold my house, you two would be well off for a while, no? And I think a home would be good for me; I haven’t gotten out much since your grandfather passed…”

Tadashi sighs, knowing there was no arguing with her. He stands. 

“You can always move in with us. I’ve got to go, nana, I’ll see you when I get off of work, ok?” 

“Yes, yes,” His grandmother waves her hand, already in another coughing fit, and Tadashi stays at the door until he knows it’s over, exiting the room with a relieved sigh. 

He loved being a nurse, he did, but…sometimes all the worrying he does makes him scared he’ll end up in one of those beds. 


It’s late when Kei finally decides to leave Haru’s room. Visiting hours are over in half an hour, but Akiteru and Saeko are staying with Haru, so he’s left walking through the empty halls of the hospital alone. He’s almost to an intersection when he hears familiar laughter trickling though an open door. 

“Nana, you’ll hurt yourself if you laugh too much!” 

Kei’s eyes widen, and he finds himself unconsciously drawn to the doorway to look at the scene playing out inside the room. Inside, an old woman is howling in laughter at some video on a younger boy’s phone, the boy giggling himself, hand covering his mouth. 

He looks older… 

Kei admits, the boy looks different, but it definitely is him. Tadashi. He’’s wearing a hoodie and a pair of – scrubs?.. It’s different from his normal style, but then again, he was only going to the hospital, a fashion sense wasn’t required. 

“Ah, we have a visitor, Tadashi-kun!” The old woman turns to the door, smiling with closed eyes at Kei. The boy turns, and sure enough, it is Tadashi. 

Kei’s eyes widen, and he fumbles to turn out of the room. “I– uh, I went to…wrong– wrong room…” 



“Nana, I– I’ll be right back, ok?..” 

“Oh, you go home, dear, I’m tired,” Says the woman, and Tadashi nods, grabbing his phone from her and kissing her on the cheek. “Good night dear,”

“Good night, nana,” Tadashi bids the woman goodbye and rushes out the door, nearly pushing Kei down the hall and into a more private area. “Tsukki…”

“It’s been–”

“Six years.” They tried to make things work out when Tadashi went off to medical school when they graduated, but by twenty the weekly visits and daily phone calls ended, and they fell apart. When Kei went to call him while he was in town a few years later, Tadashi had changed his number, and he didn’t know his work schedule, or where he lived, so they didn’t meet up. He’s lived back in Miyagi for a year now, and they haven’t crossed paths. And now, at twenty-six, here he was. 

“Six years.” Kei breathes. He holds his arms out, and Tadashi falls into them, hugging him tight. Kei can tell he’s crying by the shaking of his shoulders, and shushes him, rubbing his back. “I missed you. Every day.” 

“I’m sorry I didn’t call. I got a new number, and I lost yours, and–”

“It’s ok.” Kei whispers, pressing his forehead against Tadashi’s. “It’s ok. I should have kept calling you, I should have kept visiting…” 

“I still feel horrible,” Tadashi giggles, sniffling. 

“Hey…” Kei says, an idea striking him. “Can I get your number?” 

Tadashi laughs, knocking his head against Kei’s chest. “Of course you can, Tsukki. Here.” He unlatches himself from Kei to grab his phone, and Kei grabs his. They switch, and put their numbers in each other’s phones. 

“I’ll call you. Ok? I will, this time.” 

“And I won’t change my number.” 

Kei chuckles, and pulls Tadashi close again, familiar with the way Tadashi’s body forms into his, of his warmth. He’s glad he can feel it again. This time, he won’t let it slip away. 

i think kuroo would really, really like kissing tsukki on his forehead, like when they first see each other after a long week, or when tsukki is being unintentionally cute, or even when kuroo wakes up to the smell of coffee and finds tsukki on the couch, drinking tea with his legs pulled up.

tsukki always complains about how embarrassing it is, because kuroo is almost a centimeter shorter, so tsukki has to bend his head at an awkward angle every time just to indulge his sappy boyfriend.

but then, tsukki keeps getting taller and taller, and he downright refuses to lower his head to have his forehead kissed. kuroo refuses to back down, says, "that’s how it is then?“ and tsukki’s like yeah, so he says, “okay,” and then stands on his tiptoes to kiss tsukki’s forehead. this catches tsukki totally off guard, making him blush and think he must be ill to think that his gross boyfriend standing on his tiptoes is hella cute.

Nothing's fine, I'm torn (part 6)

Part 1: Part 2: Part 3: Part 4: Part 5: Well as you guys can see here’s part 6. I had started writing it last night and since I had time to spare I finished it and decided to post it since I couldn’t wait to post it either. I think it’s the longest of all parts so yeah :) The last imagine for today is a Luke one. Thank you all for reading :) Let me know what you thought about this part. Have a good Christmas to those who celebrate it. I hope you get what you wanted. xx ~~~~

“You know Y/N, Harry hasn’t stopped looking at us this whole time.” Liam says as he takes another bite of his food. I take a quick glance behind me and sure enough there’s Harry being not so subtle while he hawks at us. Why is he doing that? Does it bother him that I’m with Liam? Well it’s his fault. I asked him to hang with me but no he chose to go with her instead.
I turn back my attention to Liam, taking another bite of my food. “Don’t mind him, he’s being ridiculous.” I shrug. I am really uncomfortable that Harry hasn’t taken his eyes off of us.
“If I’m not mistaken he looks a bit.. Ticked off.” Liam says taking a sip of his drink.
“I honestly don’t know why he’s being like this. He’s the one who blew me off for..” I lower my voice, “bitch-witch.” I say cocking my head to one side. He brings his hand to his mouth and silently laughs.
“How did you even come up with that name?” He asks.
“I don’t know.. Because she’s a bitch, and a witch. I’ve known her for like what? Two days and already I can’t stand her.”
“You mean you can’t stand her because you like Harry?” He says a little too loudly. I swear he could’ve heard that. I take one quick peek at their table, but he’s too distracted by Kendall babbling on about some ridiculous story I bet. For once I thank her for distracting Harry.
“Wanna say it any louder? I don’t think the rest of America heard you.” I scoff at him. He throws his head back in laughter and I scowl at him for being so careless.
“I’m serious Liam. Quiet down.” I rather not look over to Harry’s table since I’m assuming he’s looking at us again.
“I’m sorry. You look so cute when you scowl.” I feel my cheeks flush a deep red at the words of him calling me ‘cute’.
“Whatever.” I shake my head at him. “I’m going to the bathroom. It should be on the other side, right?” I ask Liam.
“Yeah.” He nods.
I get up from my seat and begin to walk towards the back.
“Men… Girls. There we go.” My hand reaches for the knob, but to my luck the door is locked. I forgot you have to ask for a stupid key. I let my forehead fall on the door.
“Y/N.” Harry’s deep voice makes me jump. I lift my head up to meet his eyes.
“Jesus, Harry you scared the hell out of me.”
“Sorry. Anyway, can we talk?” Is this the right time? I have to pee and I really hate asking people for certain things.
“Is this really an adequate time to talk?” He crosses his arms and nods. I deeply sigh and gesture for him to continue.
“One, are you mad at me for not wanting to hang out today? And two, why are you here with Liam?” I don’t get how this is any of his business, but he’s right about the first question.
“Yes and because I can.” I state bluntly.
“Why and why?” He’s being so inquisitive and it’s so annoying. Typical Harry, he’s stopping at nothing till he gets his full answers.
“The first reason is pretty obvious and I don’t have to explain to you why I’m here with Liam. He’s my friend.” I annunciate the word friend.
“Don’t you have a woman to get back to?”
“Are you jealous?” For a moment I stop breathing. Have I made my feelings for him obvious? I’m punching myself repeatedly in my head.
“You have got to be kidding me? Harry I don’t have time for games. I need to pee and I’m cold. Move out of my way.” I push him out my way and he barely nudges.
I return to my table with Liam. He looks up at me and smiles.
“All good?” He asks standing up.
“Yeah.. Well no.” I debate whether if I should tell Liam about what he told me, but these boys are band mates and I don’t want some bad turmoil to grow between these two. I don’t want to be the reason these two boy banders end up hating each other. I couldn’t live with that. I decide not to tell him and just give him a half smile.
“Bathroom was busy and they took forever. Can we go now?” I shiver as a sudden rush of cold wind passes through us. I hadn’t noticed Harry was back at his table. Kendall’s on the phone and he’s not looking over at me and Liam for once.
“Are ya a bit cold there love?” I nod and he removes his blue jacket draping it over my shoulders.
“You didn’t have to give me your jacket.”
“It’s okay. I’ll live.” He winks. “I’ve paid for our meal already, so we can go now.”
“Please.” I urge. He quickly walks over to my side holding out his elbow for me. I roll my eyes at his his adorable gesture, but comply and hook my arm around his arm. When I look back to Harry one last time, he watches us leave, and then looks down. What is going on?


“Thank you for lunch, Liam. Also, thanks for taking the long way, I needed that small cruise.” I say as we walk up the stairs to my front door.
“Anytime Y/N.” He gives me an appreciative smile.
“Sorry it was a bit… Weird. To say the least.”
“Don’t worry about it love. Harry was just being Harry. We both know how challenging he is. It really must’ve upset him seeing you with me.”
“I don’t even know why. You’re just my friend, nothing else.” I state. He’s with Kendall anyways, he’s acting like a child.
“Exactly.” He says looking from my eyes to the floor.
“I’ll let you go now.” I nod and he leans in leaving a small kiss on my cheek.
I smile and watch him walk back to his car.
I huff and turn to go into my house. Today has been all kinds of weird. Harry’s acting so different. Everything feels like it has changed since he came back from London. I feel so distant from him, and I hate that. He’s my best friend, this shouldn’t be happening. Regardless of my new found feelings for Harry.
I walk upstairs to my bedroom, and reach for my doorknob.
“Holy shit!!!!” I yell jumping back when I see Harry sitting on my bed.
“Fuck Harry are you trying to kill me?” I yell.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Oh no don’t worry my heart in only having an attack.
“What are you doing here? You know breaking into someone’s house is illegal.” I remind him.
“It’s not breaking in if I used the spare key you left for me.” He dangles it in front of him.
“Alright now that you’ve almost killed me, what do you want?” I cross my arms. Geez, I’m being a little hard on him. Maybe I’m overreacting this whole thing.
“Y/N, what’s going with us? Why do I feel so close yet so far away from you?” Because I’ve developed these crazy ass feelings for you and I’m trying to get rid of them.
“I don’t know Harry. Ever since you came back from your 3 week trip everything has changed.”
“Why? Because of Kendall? Is this what everything has been about?” He’s right. This is because of her. If he hadn’t of gone to London, this wouldn’t be happening.
“No Harold. This is not because of her. This is because you hardly make any effort to see me. And you know what? Liam has been doing a great job of being a good friend.” Maybe now he’ll realize that I exist too.
“And I’M being a bad friend? Are you mad woman? I’m trying here. I have to juggle between two women who are driving me nuts. Kendall just wants you to like her.” I almost laugh in his face for that last part. This is Naïve Harry and Gullible Harry mixed into one.
“It’s funny that you think she really cares if I like her or not.” I roll my eyes and turn away from him.
I hear my bed creaking and hear him come closer to me.
I suddenly feels his hands grip both of my upper arms and momentarily I freeze. I have goosebumps rising all through my skin.
Since when does him touching me have this effect on me?
“Y/N… I miss you. Why do I feel like I’m losing my best friend?” He whispers lowly. My heart nearly breaks hearing him sound like that, but I can’t help feeling the same way.
“You’re not the only one Harry.” I respond truthfully. I actually never want to lose him because I don’t think I could take it.
“Talk to me then. How is it that it’s been only a few days and all of this is happening?” That would be because I’m jealous as hell of Kendall though I wouldn’t actually admit it, ESPECIALLY to her. She’d just use that against me. I turn around to face him.
“Because Harry,” I raise my voice a bit higher but then lower it, “because you went away and replaced me with someone else.” It feels like a thousand pounds has been lifted off my chest and I can breathe normally now.
“I didn’t replace you. Kendall is my girlfriend and you are my best friend. Please don’t feel replaced.” I hear the sincerity in his voice. I’m so god damn selfish about him. He’s not mine. ‘You mean you wish he was’ I’m not even going to bother with my subconscious right now.
“How can I not?” I frown looking down.
“Don’t.” He says simply. “Thank you for finally telling me what was actually bothering you. That’s what I need from you.”
I look up at him and give him a weak smile.
“Can we go downstairs? It’s already weird enough you were sitting in my room.” I scold him playfully.
“Doeeeeess this mean you’re not mad at me anymore?” He says hopefully.
I lightly laugh and shake my head. “I’ll think about it.”
“You’re infuriating, but I’ll take it.”

After talking on the couch a bit more,
I feel so much more reconnected with Harry. This is what I like.
“Wait, where did you leave Kendall?” Not that I care but he did come straight here.
“At the house. She had to make some important calls.” I nod and have nothing else to say about that.
“So.. Can we discuss why you’ve been hanging with Liam a lot?” I thought he dropped this thing a long time ago.
“Because Harry, he’s my friend and he wants to keep me company. Even if I was seeing him, WHICH I’m not, it shouldn’t be of your concern.” I remind him. He didn’t mention bitch-witch to me while he was away, I shouldn’t have to tell him anything either.
“Oh but it is. You can’t be that oblivious Y/N, Liam likes you.” I roll my eyes and huff. Staring at him with a ‘are-you-serious’ face.
“No he does not.” I shake my head.
“Looks like someone needs to teach you guy code 101.” He winks.
“I would know if he likes me. He doesn’t. Now, can we please change the subject?” I practically beg.
“Alright fine. Di-” He’s interrupted by the vibration of his phone. He holds one finger up signaling to hold that thought.
“Hey baby.” Of course, it just HAD to be her.
“Now?…. Alright… Yeah okay…. I’ll be there soon.” He clicks end and looks up at me.
“That was Kendall, her parents want me to have dinner with them, and well yeah. I’m sorry Y/N-” I cut him off.
“It’s okay. I understand. You can go.” I half smile. He stands up and leans down to kiss my forehead.
“I missed this, y’know. Just you and I.”
“Me too.” I murmur silently.
He heads for the door, and turns around to make sure I’m not scowling at him.
“Go!” I yell and laugh at him.
He shuts the door and heads for his car.
This conversation didn’t make it easier to not have these feelings for him. I hate and love that he’s so comprehensive and sweet. That’s my best friend. And now, I’m more confused than ever before..

signs ✾ jackson {2/7}

based off of this textpost!

Sign 2: He’s Being a Creeper

UGH!” Your head drops dejectedly onto your keyboard as another string of incoherent mumbles escapes your lips. “Why can’t I get this right?”

Willing yourself not to give up, you sit upright and hold down the backspace key after your forehead inadvertently typed a line of “fakdjlsgjdskggggggggggggggggggggggggg” on your English essay (which sadly seems to makes more sense than what you have so far).

You slide your glasses higher up the bridge of your nose and brush a few fly-aways that splay over your forehead. With a sudden new-found determination sparking within you, you begin typing away anything that comes to mind to compensate for the droll hours you’ve procrastinated over this paper.

A chuckle sounds from behind you. You turn your head and see Jackson’s eyes trained on you, a smile tweaking his lips.

Eyes widening, you completely forgot that your boyfriend’s in the same room as you. You’re clad in a huge sweatshirt with basketball shorts and your hair’s thrown up into what possibly can be the world’s messiest bun — not to mention your thick-rimmed glasses that’s covering your bare face. And although he’s seen you in this state several times, you still feel embarrassed.

“Stop staring,” you mumble, using your hand to cover your face.

The smile vanishes from his face and he clears his throat, avoiding your gaze entirely. “I wasn’t staring. What are you talking about?”

“Ah, whatever,” you revert back to your essay, “creep…”