laughs herself to sleep

anonymous asked:

Snoring headcanons for the companions + Maxson? I'm loving this blog, keep up the good work!

Thank you soo much!!

Cait: Snores, but not loudly. If she’s next to you, it’s hard to fall asleep.

Curie: She doesn’t snore during her sleep, but sometimes she talks.

Codsworth: He is, a robot..

Danse: Doesn’t usually snore, but has a couple times in the past. It isn’t loud or obnoxious, but it’s audible. 

Deacon: He always says he doesn’t but he does. It isn’t too bad, but it can get a little annoying. 

Dogmeat: The cute little dog snore that can kind of lull you to sleep.

Gage: Only snores when he’s havin’ a really good sleep. It can get a little loud depending on how deep into sleep he is. 

Hancock: Surprisingly doesn’t snore. Idk what it’s like to not have a nose, but, he sleeps strangely quietly. 

MacCready: Definitely snores, it isn’t the worst though. Not impossible to fall asleep next to. 

Maxson: He doesn’t snore in his sleep, even if he did I feel like he’d somehow find away to not do it. Gives him a “tactical advantage.” 

Nick: He doesn’t even sleep lol.

Piper: Doesn’t snore, but sometimes laughs in her sleep(?) She’s been known to wake herself up from it. 

Preston: Doesn’t snore at all. An angel in his sleep tbh. 

Strong: TOO L O U D. Super mutants probably don’t sleep often (if at all), but it’s impossible to fall asleep in the same area as Strong. 

X6-88: Also doesn’t sleep.

A Misunderstanding (part one)

PART TWO

Pairing: You x Jimin

Summary: Your best friend Yoongi finally got you to expose your crush on Jimin and now he’s determined to play matchmaker but you aren’t having any of it - not until Jimin starts believing you hate him.

Genre: ANGST 

Word Count: 2336

Authors Note: so it’s been awhile since I’ve written anything because of school and work but I’m back now! Hooray! Also, feel free to send in requests!

Originally posted by gotjhope


[text message received at 6:43pm from Min Yoongi] “come over”

[text message sent at 6:45pm from you] “no”

[text message received at 6:45pm from Min Yoongi] “jimin is here”

[text message sent at 6:46pm from you] “That is exactly why I’m not coming”

Instead of a the buzz of a text message notification, the ring of a phone call played through your phone. You looked at who was calling and wasn’t surprised to see Yoongi’s name. You sighed and reluctantly answered, “I’m not coming over, Yoongi.”

“Don’t lie to me Y/N. You want to.” Yoongi demanded. “No. Ever since I let my crush on him slip you won’t stop insisting I come over.” He had done this regularly for the past few weeks and it was beginning to become tiring. “Stop trying to get us together.” You added, peeking around the corner to see if your roommate Sunyoung was anywhere near. She fed off gossip and if she overheard she wouldn’t be able to keep her mouth shut about it. “I knew you had a crush on him forever. You only confirmed it.” He insisted and you rolled your eyes. “Don’t lie, Yoongi. No you didn’t.” How could he? It wasn’t like you were obvious or anything.

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Winn, Get me a Wrench (ft. Sara Lance and Oliver Queen)

Referencing my tags for this post: https://queergirlwriting.tumblr.com/post/158910762619/give-alex-a-wrench-2k17

@lesbiannsanvers @iamdeltas @22cryztitanium @jellipb @enbykaradanvers Yall asked for it.

Alex has always been a little on the side of reckless.

A little on the side of ruthless.

A little on the side of you-threaten-people-I-love-and-I’ll-enjoy-torturing-you.

But lately?

Since Cadmus, since Jeremiah, since Kara has almost died again, and again, and again?

Lately, “gone rogue” has been Alex’s middle name.

Lately, “you can catch me torturing people on my lunch break” has been her first name.

So when the bounty hunter goads them that humans don’t have what it takes – that they’re too weak-willed, too sensitive, too soft, too moral – to get the information they need from him, Alex demands a wrench.

And she doesn’t only mean it.

She wants it.

And J’onn steps in, not only because his way is less messy. But because his way will spare the shattered remains of his eldest earth daughter’s soul.

“So I heard about the wrench thing, babe,” Maggie tells her, because of course Kara called her, and of course they made a plan.

Because she’s been getting better in some ways: she’s been drinking less, laughing more. Sleeping more. Taking more time to herself. Learning to assert what she wants, what she needs.

But she still also needs, apparently, to beat the living shit out of people when she feels out of control. When she needs to protect the people she loves.

“Don’t get me wrong, babe, I love that about you. How fiercely protective you are of the people you love. I admire it. I admire you. But Danvers, have you considered – ”

“That I have anger issues? Yeah, your friend at the bar suggested it.”

A long silence. A kiss, because Maggie, too, isn’t here to judge. She’s here to help her heal.

“Have you considered he might be a little right?”

Alex pffts and Alex stands and paces and stares to Kara and J’onn for support, and they give it to her, but not the kind she wants.

She wants the kind that says Maggie’s wrong, that it’s leadership skills, that it’s part of being a good soldier.

Instead, they give her the support of, we understand, we love you anyway, we’re here for you.

So she concedes – she’s not quite sure if it’s J’onn’s concerned eyes or Kara’s pout or Maggie’s soft, reassuring kisses – to heading over to Earth 1 to grab a coffee with Oliver Queen and Sara Lance.

He’s stoic and she’s flirty, but she’s also serious, because there are storms just behind her impossibly blue eyes that Alex is surprised to realize that she’s seen in her own mirror.

“So Alex, your sister says you’re enjoying torturing people these days,” Oliver begins, and Sara groans.

“Way to kill all possibilities of small talk, Ollie. He does this. I’m sorry.”

Oliver shrugs and allows himself a small smile, and Alex can’t help but grin. “Well she didn’t travel to a different universe to chat about the weather.”

“No, apparently I came for an intergalactic intervention therapy session… thing.”

Sara sighs and nods across Jitters to the table where Kara and Maggie are sitting with their heads together, whispering about who knows what.

“They really care about you. To bring you all this way to talk to the most messed up people they could think of.”

“That’s not quite how Kara – ”

“No, of course not, Kara’s made of literally nothing but sunshine over all that grief she keeps so well hidden, but even if she had said it directly, she wouldn’t be wrong,” Oliver deadpans, and Alex furrows her brow.

“He’s always like this. Except when he’s all domesticated by Felicity. He makes souffles.”

“I tried to make Maggie tiramusu. It didn’t work.”

“The trick is in the ice – ”

“Oh god, they have something else to talk about other than torturing people. Can I go sit with Kara and your girlfriend?”

“Sara.”

“Alex, it’s a rush, right? To control someone’s life like that, because you can’t control whose they take? The more of someone else’s blood is on your knuckles, the less blood your sister, your girlfriend, will shed? Right? But then it becomes a rush. An addiction. A thirst.”

Alex swallows and looks down into her coffee cup.

“We’re trained to not feel anything, but then we’re told that there’s a code,” Oliver says softly. “It can get confusing for your body to know which way is up.”

“And how much blood is too much.”

Alex blinks and grips at the table, because they understand, they understand, they understand.

“I just want to protect her. Both of them. J'onn. My friends.”

Oliver and Sara both nod, and Sara hesitates with her hand hovering above Alex’s until Alex nods, and their hands touch softly on the table.

“Our hands – his too – are lethal. Our hands were made to kill. But yours? I bet they’re so gentle when you touch her.”

She nods over at Maggie, and a soft smile grows on Alex’s lips. “You have to let her love you, Alex. Both of them. All of them. Getting lost in it is so easy, and it happens before you even can identify it. But you have to. That rage, that anger, that hate… you can’t take it out on yourself, not completely, because if you do, you won’t be able to protect them. But you’ve gotta get it out, and why not on a prisoner you need information from, right? But Alex, you… they love you. They love you, and you have to love you, or you’re not… You love them so hard you’ll torture and kill for them, Alex, but you’ll make yourself less human in the process. You’ll make yourself the thing you’re trying to protect them from.”

“The road back is the hardest one,” Oliver says softly, thinking about Felicity and Diggle and the League and falling off a mountain with a hole in his torso.

“Let them love you, Alex,” Sara almost whispers. “It’s not a cure. There isn’t one. And you’re going to have to keep fighting. Every day. But look at them. Look at the way they love you.”

Alex turns to see her girlfriend and her little sister both pretending not to watch the three of them, and she can’t help but smile.

“I used to believe the hero couldn’t have the girl, Alex. And I…” Oliver thinks of Felicity and he swallows and he moves on. “But that girl? Don’t let her go. Don’t let her go, Alex. She just traveled to a parallel universe to get you help. Let her love you. Alright?”

Alex watches as Maggie makes Kara’s face red with laughter, and she smiles faintly and squeezes Sara’s hand.

“Yeah. Yeah, I will.”

anonymous asked:

Sleeping positions with Mccree, Tracer & Dva please?

Cheers for the request! Hope you enjoy 

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Mccree:

- Oh boy does he spread out like a starfish, taking up all the room and no doubt pushing anyone out of the bed next to him buuuut he can also be incredibly cuddly, clinging onto his s/o like a vice

- Once he’s asleep, he’s out like a light. Nothing will wake this man up, not even a full blown mariachi band

- He also snores occasionally, really really loudly. You may have to drag him into the corridor and leave him there if you want any sleep that night

Tracer:

- She’s a very restless sleeper, it’ll take her hours and hours of talking to her s/o in bed before she’s even slightly sleepy.

- She’s always wiggling around and kicking.  She also giggles in her sleep, laughing in her dreams and murmuring to herself

- She wriggles around so much that you may end up with her feet in your face or she’ll be lying on top of you

D.VA:

- She totally hogs the blankets, wrapped up like a little burrito whilst you’re shivering and trying to pry a little bit of warmth from her

- Hope you’re happy being the big spoon because Hana loves being cuddled. She’ll shuffled against you, so that your chest is against her back and she’ll wrap your arms around her waist

- Hana often wakes up early and will watch you sleep in the morning. She finds it mesmerising and will trace small circles on your skin with her finger - but if you wake up and catch her doing it, she’ll get totally flustered and deny every bit of it

Time for a story - Through the eyes of a child

When a low noise pulled Felicity from her already light sleep, she turned her face into the pillow. With a sleeping baby in the room next-door, she never really slept soundly. She was hyperaware that Millie could wake up and she would be forced to get out of bed and breastfeed her daughter. She took in a deep breath and listened into the darkness, waiting for the baby monitor to transmit Millie’s dissatisfied cries once more, but everything stayed silent.

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Girls Like Girls (Rosé x Lisa/Chaelisa)

Note: This was inspired in Hayley Kiyoko’s ‘Girls Like Girls’ song and video. This is pretty much a written version of the music video but with some changes. I hope its not confusing for the people who never heard of the song before.

Note2: There’s some curse words in this, nothing too heavy but still, im warning you lol. 


Originally posted by jinsbeautiful

Lisa and Rosé had been friends for such a long time. They’ve always been really close and always took care of each other. They used to say that they’re like soulmates; they met in a totally unexpected and beautiful way. But then they started to fall for each other. Lisa was too afraid too tell Chaeyoung about it cause she thought that She didn’t felt the same but she did. Rose wanted to tell her so many times but the situations were always inappropriate for it. But both of them were ready to try and talk about their feelings.
They’ve always spend a lot of time together and today it wasn’t going to be different.

Saturday, 14:05PM

A knock on the door made Chaeyoung get up from her couch were she was sitting with her boyfriend. She opened the door to greet an smiley Lalisa looking at her. She pulled Lisa in by the hand, and closed the door. They went to the kitchen were now, Chaeyoung’s boyfriend were smoking and drinking a beer. The day today was going to be great. Rosé took two bottles of a light beer and gave one to Lisa.

“So what’s planned for today?” Lisa asked taking a sip from her bottle. She looked at Chaeyoung that had half a smile on her face.

“I don’t know.” She smiled again at Lalisa. They looked at each other deeply in the eyes. Something was telling them that it was going to be a good day. They stood like that, staring at each other for a moment until Chaeyoung’s boyfriend came back to the kitchen.

He looked at Rosé and tried to kiss her. Avoiding to watch that scene, Lisa looked down and pretended nothing was happening. Seeing that, Chaeyoung pulled him away and didn’t let him kiss her. The look of rejection on his face was priceless. He left the kitchen and let them alone again.

“Come.” Chaeyoung said coming down of the balcony where they were sitting on and gently pushing Lisa’s hand.

Lisa followed her to a part of the house were the wasn’t no one. They got into Rosé’s partially dark room that Lisa knew very well. Chaeyoung let go of Lisa’s hand and closed the door behind them. Lisa sat in her bed and followed Chaeyoung with her eyes while she walked around the room.

“We need to change this clothes. There’s no way we can get in the pool with them.” Chaeyoung looked at Lisa, that just nodded at her and got up to change her clothes.

Chaeyoung opened her closet and got some of Lisa’s clothes that she left there the last time they had a pool party. She handed them to Lisa and got her own clothes.

While they were changing their clothes, Lisa looked back and saw Chaeyoungs bare back. She looked at it for some more seconds and then turned back. Right after Lisa turned back Chaeyoung finished dressing up and turned to look at Lisa that still didn’t had her shirt on. She quickly turned back and waited for her to finish dressing.

When Lisa finished, they got out to the pool are where all their other friends and some of Chaeyoung’s friends that actually were her boyfriends friends. Lisa didn’t knew a lot of the people there but she didn’t mind. They got near the pool and everyone was staring at them walking holding hands. Especially Chaeyoung’s boyfriend. He looked at Lisa with an disgusted look on his face but she ignored it.

Some random guy came to them and pushed them into the pool. They fell and the only thing Lisa heard was Chaeyoung cursing at him. They played at the pool a little more but it was starting to get a little cold so they came out. They went back to Chaeyoung’s room and putted on some dry clothes. Before coming back to the party, that now had moved to Chaeyoung’s living room and had less people, they talked a little until their hair was almost dry.

They went to the living room and they sat together on the couch. Chaeyoung’s boyfriend came out of nowhere and pulled her closer trying to kiss her one more time. He was so drunk, Lisa could feel his awful beer breath from where she was sitting. Again, Chaeyoung pulled him away and he looked really angry this time. He let go of her arm and pushed her to the couch again, where she fell in Lisa’s lap.

Chaeyoung looked up at her and saw how uncomfortable she was with the whole situation. Chaeyoung got up and walked to a hall and then disappeared. Lisa wanted to let her think a little cause she looked really angry with her boyfriend.

After some time passed, and mostly everyone had gone home, leaving only Chaeyoung, her boyfriend and Lisa at her house. Lisa searched for Rosé inside the house and didn’t found her anywhere. So she passed through the living room again and saw Chaeyoung’s boyfriend sleeping on the floor. She laughed for herself and walked outside.

She looked to the pool and saw Chaeyoung sitting by the pool. Lisa walked a little more and sat next to her. Chaeyoung seemed thoughtful, looking deeply into the water. Rosé rested her head in Lisa’s shoulder and locked her arms together with Lisa’s.
They stood like that for some seconds until Chaeyoung started to get her face closer to Lisa’s.

Their faces were inches from touching and Lisa could feel Chaeyoung’s cold nose against hers. They were getting closer and closer to each other until Lisa felt something pull her hair aggressively. She was pushed to the side and she hit her face on the floor. She felt some hot liquid coming down all over her face and her neck. Her head was dizzy and it hurt a lot.

Chaeyoung went down to check on Lisa but her stupid boyfriend pushed her aside. She quickly got up from where she was sitting down to stare at him.

“From all people, Her?!?!? Are you fucking kidding me?!?” He screamed at her. Chaeyoung tried to speak but he pushed her again, making her almost fall. “Keep your mouth shut!! I’ve got enough already.” Chaeyoung kept her head down and looked at Lisa bleeding on the floor. “Look at me!! Don’t you fucking look at her!!” He held Chaeyoung’s face and then let it out abruptly.

Lisa was so angry and it just went up when she saw Chaeyoung cry. She took strength from somewhere inside of her and got up; She punched Chaeyoung’s boyfriend in the face, and he fell down. She went up at him again and punched him over and over, until he was bleeding and unconscious on the ground. Rosé took her up from him and saw that she was crying a lot. Her face expression was wild and it only softened when Lisa looked at Chaeyoung’s eyes.

Rosé’s fingers ran gently over Lisa’s face and brushed of a little of blood that was on her face. She gently ran her fingers over Lisa’s cutted bottom lip and then kissed her. She’s been wanting to do this for so long and now she finally can. They kissed each other like it was the last thing they were doing on earth.

They pulled the kiss apart and looked at each other. Lisa pulled a Chaeyoung hair behind her ear and then hugged her tightly.

“I’m so sorry he’s done this with you.” Chaeyoung said with tears streaming down her face and Lisa replied with an ‘its fine’ that only Chaeyoung could hear.

Lisa kissed her again and she could taste the tears on Chaeyoung’s lips. They pulled apart again and Lisa wiped away some of Rosé’s tears.

“Let’s get your bruises cleaned up.” Chaeyoung smiled weakly at Lisa and gently pulled her by the hand. They got inside the house and it started to rain. They left Chaeyoung’s ex boyfriend unconscious and bleeding alone on the floor wet with the rain.

when kara comes home, lena is asleep. in lingerie.

“fuck.”

kara has tried, time and time again, to come home before seven o'clock. but snapper is cranky and cat is demanding and alex is way too good at her job; and kara needs a break. a long, non-scheduled break. maybe lena can bring the lingerie - which she has, but she’s asleep, which is understandable but also severely disappointing.

it’s half past seven and lena is fast asleep on her couch, wine bottle unopened and candles still going strong.

(“what time are you done tonight?”

“five.” kara, in a moment of sheer excitement and giddiness, flips through her red-pen-strewn schedule. “actually, 6.40, but that’s not too bad.”

lena hums, pleased. “not bad at all.”).

so here kara is, exhausted and very much in need of a distraction, but her girlfriend is asleep. and kara knows how important sleep is to a tireless ceo.

kara sets her purse down as quiet as she can and tip toes to the fridge. there’s an unopened can of whip cream buried behind the carrots, she knows this as fact.

halfway between shooting down half of the can, lena rustles, the squish of leather of the couch bringing kara to her senses.

“hey.”

“hey.” kara swallows a mouthful of whip cream. “you’re up.” she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and shoves the can into the bowels of the fridge. “good sleep?”

“great sleep.” lena stretches and she looks automatically sexy in black lace but her wide yawn makes it too cute. “really great sleep.”

kara pads back into the living room. she shrugs out of her suit jacket and stands before her lounging girlfriend.

kara threads lena’s hand in hers, smooths over the skin of her knuckles. “have you eaten?” she asks.

lena hums like she’s avoiding something.

actually, there are the three ‘hums’ of lena luthor:

“hum”: i’m really tired and i want you to rub my back while i fall asleep.

“hum”: i’ve been waiting for you all night oh god why don’t you lean forward and –

“hum:” i think i left the chicken in the oven too long.

lena hums and kara knows to waltz into the kitchen and take out the lasagna from last night.

“nino’s leftovers?” kara holds up the take-out package above her head and smiles. lena sighs, wraps the blanket from the couch over her bare shoulders.

“yes,” she says, quiet and loving and still sleep-tired. “nino’s sounds amazing.” she walks forward and accepts the take-put container. “especially from my hero.” lena pecks a kiss on kara’s cheek, chaste and effective and kara melts.

kara turns into lena’s presence, searches for her mouth. “i love you,” lena whispers.

kara leans forward and kisses her, stars and mouth colliding in the touch: “i love you too.”

“i bought lingerie for this.”

“i know.”

“did it do the trick?”

kara glances down her girlfriend’s body, lush and soft and human and - lena yawns again - tired. she smiles, soft and quiet. “yes,” she breathes, and captures lena’s mouth in a kiss.

lena melts into the kiss. “good.”

“great.”

“i’m so tired.”

“me too.”

and kara takes lena to bed, hand warm and clothes still in line. lena holds tight onto kara’s lapels before she’s gently pushed into the plush of their bed.

“…but our anniversary-”

“-comes every year, lay down please.”

“are you sure?”

“i am so sure.”

lena nods, confident, and falls asleep the moment her head hits the pillow.

kara watches her snore, loud and obnoxious, and she’s sure she’s never been more in love ever in her life.

the leftovers are placed on their nightstand. kara laughs to herself. lena snores. the night is young and they’re both fast sleep before nine.

anonymous asked:

yo, m/iarrens who stalk this blog: realize that you are trying to rationalize the idea of 3 *SUPER RICH* *FULLY GROWN ADULTS* living ALL together in that small house, since 2015, 2 of whom are allegedly a couple of 7/8/?? years. even w/o ALL the other proof she's a beard, this in itself is TOTALLY FUCKING ABSURD & you are being PLAYED FOR FOOLS. trust, M is laughing & loving that she is getting away w/ this. d has TRIED to show you the truth! HE cares! M doesn't give a damn about you at ALL

I have nothing much to add. Perfectly stated.  

Clearly I agree with every single word. It is “TOTALLY FUCKING ABSURD.”  An no question, they are being “PLAYED FOR FOOLS” by that woman who is mocking her “fans” at every possible opportunity.   

Darren has done everything he is able, within legal constraints, to shine a huge spotlight on the truth for many, many years.  

In this particular case, with respect to Ben, he started (at least that I noticed) the night prior to her 30th birthday party and has only gotten louder since.  He told you that Ben lived in the house in an interview where it made no sense to mention his British friend (podcast entitled American Songbook).

Darren cares A LOT about his fans.  And he must be utterly and completely frustrated by the fact that they are literally sticking their finger in their ears and closing their eyes to the truth that he has tried so hard to lay before them  and that there is a mountain of evidence, mainly supplied by him, to support.  

And no doubt, that woman is laughing herself to sleep every night, patting herself on the back for how she is able to get away with everything and her “fans” continue to refuse to notice.  

I know I say this a lot, but to believe in the PR at this point, completely defies logic and is utterly delusional.

anonymous asked:

hey~ hanzo/mccree or pharah (you choose between both) when they see their s/o wearing a pretty and classy suit? thank you ❤

I’m so sorry for the late reply!


Hanzo

Hanzo didn’t bother looking up when you came in. He knew by the jingle of your many keychains exactly who it was.
“Good evening, beloved. Buy anything nice?” he asked, turning another page in his book.
“Uh, yeah. I think it is anyway. What do you think?”
He finally tore his eyes away from the book to look up at you. When he did his jaw dropped. You stood the blushing as his eyes travelled up and down you, appreciating you in your new suit. The garment was fitted perfectly to your frame and the colour complemented your complexion. When it appeared that he wasn’t going to speak, you decided that it would have to be you to break the silence.
“It was just an impulse buy. I mean there was a sale on and I thought it looked good. For the price at least but that’s just-“
“Amazing,” he breathed, dropping the book and standing up. He circled you, admiring every inch of you and your outfit. Upon completing his lap of you he grabbed your hips and pulled you against him for a kiss. Once he pulled away he took the liberty of adjusting your suit back in place.
“If this was an elaborate plan to get me to take you out to dinner, then it has worked. Let me get changed. Though evidently no matter what I don you’ll put me to shame.”


McCree

You twist and turned in the mirror, checking yourself out. You doubted you’d have much occasion to wear it, but it looked so good on in store you knew that you had to have it. Your reflection reaffirmed that you made a good choice.
“Damn I’m looking fine,” you said to yourself, striking a pose in the mirror.
You jumped at the wolf-whistle that pierced the room.
“You sure do, darl’. You sure do.”
You spun around to see McCree leaning against the doorframe. He tipped his hat up to reveal a playful smirk. How long had he been watching you? How much had he seen? You went red at the thought.
“Holy shit, Jesse, you could have given me a heart attack!” you exclaimed.
“And you almost gave me one. Seeing you like that… Well you just got my poor heart all in a flutter. Don’t be taking my breath away, I need that to live.”
He pushed himself away from the doorway and strode over to you, biting his lower lip as he approached you.
“Let me get a look at you… Mmm, even better up close.”
“Oh- I got you something on my little trip!” you announced, ducking down and digging through the many shopping bags and producing a stuffed bear adorned with a ridiculous cowboy hat and a shiny gold sheriff pin. As soon as McCree laid eyes on it he burst out laughing. He took the bear and removed the pin, instead attaching it to your lapel.
“There. Some nice bling for that nice suit.”


Pharah

Pharah rolled her shoulders, feeling the many knots crack as she did. The Raptora suit was made to be wearable, but just about. It was by no means comfortable. And after a long day of wearing the damn thing she found herself dreaming of a hot shower and lots of sleep, with you in her arms. As she walked into the room it took a few seconds for her tired mind to register your new attire. When it finally clicked she almost dropped her mug as she spun to look at you.
“(Y/N)?! W-what are you wearing?” she stammered, eyes wide and mouth agape.
You looked down at yourself and gave a quick twirl, a bit disheartened by her words.
“I don’t know…I liked it…” you muttered.
“I love it!” she squealed, “Damn, you can wear the hell out of a suit.”
You looked up to see her look of confusion has turned to one of pure joy. She placed her mug of coffee down and approached you to run her fingers along the soft material. She let out a soft sigh before resting her head against your shoulder.
“So soft,” she moaned, “So comfy.”
Fareeha wrapped her arms around your waist and gently swayed, almost rocking herself to sleep. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. The face of global security indeed. At least she liked it.
“Please wear this forever,” she pleaded, “You’re so cosy and so hot.”

anonymous asked:

Hello! Can i get a continuation of the scenario where tsuna believe that his s/o is the one leaking info please

~Complete~

Coming right up!


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 Months followed after Tsuna walked out on you that day. No one from the family spoke to you, though you knew they were still watching you. It was too hard to figure out when you knew where to look. You figured Tsuna must not still trust you and ordered his men to keep a watch on you.


 Months soon turned into years, and the wound in your heart Tsuna had left finally started to close and fade to a scar. You were starting to enjoy life again, and starting to get out more. The tails still followed you wherever you went, but that was okay. Things would be okay.


 Around August, two years after Tsuna walked out on you, you met a man. Now, everything about this guy screamed Womanizer, but you couldn’t help but stare slightly. From his tousled black hair to the dark sunglasses; from the leather jacket over a plain black shirt down his ripped skinny jeans to his black boots, this man was dangerous. And if your last relationship taught you anything, you were a sucker for danger.


 He caught you staring, smirked, and waltzed over. The confident strides he took made you slightly nervous. Reaching your table in the darker club, he leaned against it and down, close to your ear.


“What brings a pretty thing like yourself, out here alone?” he purred, the music only choosing now to die down for the moment. You could feel your cheeks heating up.

“I-I wanted a night to have fun..” You muttered back and you could fee his grin.

“Then lets have some fun, doll.”


 You were pulled out of your seat and to the dance floor, where he began to twirl you and dip you, even if it didn’t match the current song playing. You danced and had fun until midnight, where your mysterious dance partner pulled you out of a side door and to his car. Unknown to you, Tsuna had just walked in, intent on taking you back and away from this man.


 Things started to go south in the car when the man crawled in the back seat with you and then tried to crawl on top of you. With a great feeling of unease, you pushed him away when he tried to kiss you. This was way faster than you wanted to go on your first night back out.


“What are you doing?” he questioned, a puzzled look on his face.

“I’m sorry, you’re really nice but this is all too much for me right now.” you shook your head, sitting up.

“I thought you wanted me to..”

“What gave you that idea?” you asked, a confused frown settling on your features.

“You said you came out to have fun tonight.” he frowned, starting to get annoyed.

“Yeah have fun, not go hook up with some random stranger.” you sighed. “Look, it’s been real, and it’s been fun but it hasn’t been real fun. I’m going home.” And with that you opened the door and getting out. You had only walked a few steps when someone rushed out of the back of the nightclub, or several someones.

“___!” Tsuna called, about ten of his men flanking him. He looked wild, his eyes were bloodshot and he had a gun in his hand. Your mind kicked into overdrive, was he here to shoot you? To finish what he couldn’t two years ago? If not then what did he want?! Your mind buzzed but you felt an arm coil itself around your neck. Your blood ran cold when the barrel of a .44 was pressed ever so slightly to your temple.

“Don Vongola, what a surprise.” the man from before muttered. He chuckled and you saw all of Tsuna’s men were tense and ready to pounce. Tsuna himself looked downright furious. “I must say, I only wanted her for a good night and then I was going to let her go home in peace but now that you’re here and I see who she really is, well I just can’t let her go that easily.”

“Then what’s your plan with her?” Tsuna snarled, his hand tensing around his own gun.

“Well I thought I’d kill her right in front of you.” he chuckled, cocking back the chamber. “But I thought I’d tell a little story first.

“Do you remember about two years ago, give or take six months, where you almost killed but then just walked out on little miss ___ here? All because you thought she was an informant for my family?” he sneered, seeing Tsuna’s eyes narrow. “Oh she was innocent. That’s what made everything so great. She was so innocent and you didn’t believe her. Oh we listened to her crying herself to sleep for months! We couldn’t stop laughing. All along you didn’t realize that one of your own was taking the info and framing your sweet girlfriend.” He laughed, howled even. Tsuna’s hand twitch with anger as you felt the tears stream down your face. 

“So why kill her now?! You got what you wanted! You got information and you broke up the relationship.” Tsuna growled back. This made the man stop laughing but the smile was still on his face.

“You’re such a fun person to torment, Don Vongola. So I want to watch you suffer more.” He smirked. He pulled the trigger and everything went black for you.


~


Your body slumped to the ground and the blood started to pool about your head in a make shift halo. Tsuna could only think of your name as he rushed forward to pick you up, his men shooting and chasing your killer. He sat down on the concrete as he pulled your lifeless body into his lap. Your eyes were still open so he shut them and cradled your head close to his heart. He couldn’t cry, he couldn’t show weakness, but he allowed himself this solace, to hold you close one last time.


“Boss?” A man of his family came up to him.

“Go. Make them pay for what they’ve done.” Tsuna ordered in a monotone voice. He was still so focused on you.


~


Every year at the end of August Tsuna goes and places white Lilies on your grave. He’s always dressed in black, always with a solemn expression, always mentally lamenting that you weren’t the one who was supposed to get away, and yet you had. You had gotten away in the most gruesome way possible. And for that, he’d be eternally sorry.

anonymous asked:

Prompt please do one where Emily comes home from a swim Meet and Alison and the baby are sleeping and he's wearing a sharks onesie pleaseeeeeee flufffffff

loved this!! it’s a little shorter than usual so I’m going to do another one tonight but I hope you enjoy it anyway! xx

The entire drive home she couldn’t stop her thumbs from banging against the steering wheel. Why was there so much god-damn traffic? It was past midnight on a Wednesday night! She couldn’t even risk going a little over the speed limit to get home faster, fearful that another cop will look for any excuse to chuck her in prison. She could still smell the chlorine that had soaked through to her clothes from standing around that pool for so long, and while she had never been more proud of her girls and guys it was still a nightmare to have been stood up for so long knowing that her son and girlfriend were at home waiting for her. Her three-week old son, whom she had missed more than anything. It felt like an eternity had passed as she pulled up onto the drive of their home, cursing quietly to herself as she noticed all the lights had been turned off. Gently tip-toeing across the gravel, she cautiously reached into her bag to take her keys and unlock the front door. It was an impossible to walk into the house without fearing she would send Finn into a fit of tears, waking up Ali as she was finally sleeping. As silently as she could, Emily walked through the hallway, sighing with relief as the house stayed peaceful. Suddenly finding herself starving, she flicked on the light of the kitchen, ready to eat whatever left-overs Ali had left out for her.

“Wh-hey” A voice floated from across the room, sending Emily jumping out of her skin, knocking over a plant, but managing to catch it quickly before it shattered to the ground as she found her girlfriend curled up on the armchair, their baby fast asleep on her chest.

“What are you doing up?” Emily whispered, tip-toeing across the room “go back to sleep, I can take him upstairs” Ali just smiled, wanting to move to hug Emily but wanting more to not wake up Finn.

“I-I was asleep, I tried to wait up for you, I’m sorry” Emily sat on the arm of the chair, wrapping her arm around the top and running her hand through Alison’s hair.

“Don’t be silly” She muttered, frowning a little “I hoped you were getting some rest” Ali smiled, looking down at the baby in her arms and shaking her head in disbelief.
“Do you like his pyjamas?” She mumbled, eyeing the blue onesie he was sporting. For a second Emily was confused, but as she looked down at his sleeping form she saw the small outline of a cartoon shark (it looked more like a dolphin), with the words ‘Go sharks’ in small white letters encasing it. She smiled widely, gently circling the shark with her thumb, feeling content at the restful breathing of her son.
“I love it” She whispered truthfully, kissing Ali softly on top of her head.

“How was the meet?” Ali asked her, trying to fight against the tiredness that was plaguing her. Emily exhaled lightly, letting out a little laugh.

“Go to sleep, baby” She said, lowering herself so that she could kiss her properly on the lips “we can talk tomorrow” she whispered, this time moving away from the chair so that she was stood in front of both of them as Ali’s eyes fluttered shut. Cringing slightly as she reached out to take Finn from her, she thanked God as he remained asleep throughout the interruption. Placing him on her shoulder, she carried him upstairs to bed.

“You’re mom overworks herself, you know” she muttered into the dark room as she lowered him into his crib “she loves us so much. Sometimes she forgets to love herself too” Finn breathed a little heavier in response, and she was scared that she had woken him, but just as quickly he settled again.  Backing away from the room, she walked back downstairs, ready to drag a reluctant Ali up to bed. When she saw her curled up on the chair again, she was frustrated to see her eyes open again.

“Hey, beautiful” Ali mumbled, her voice husky from sleep. Em couldn’t help but grin as she walked over, settling herself next to Ali and wrapping an arm around her again.

“I told you to get some sleep” Emily said, placing her lips against Ali’s. Ali shrugged, snuggling her   head into Emily’s neck.

“I know but I thought kissing you was so much more interesting” Ali teased, but unable to follow through because her eyes suddenly drooped shut again. “is he asleep?” She asked, her grip tightening on Emily’s hand as her mind finally drifted into sleep.

“Yeah” Emily reassured her “he’s okay” Ali smiled as she nodded off, Emily’s wrapping her arm tighter around her, unable to find the strength to get her move upstairs.

“Em?” Ali said suddenly, her eyes still closed as she searched for Emily’s lips, reaching up feebly as Emily bent down to close the gap.

“Yeah, sweetie?” She replied, wanting nothing more than to let Ali sleep but knowing she wouldn’t if there was still something to say.

“I’m so happy we had him” She muttered hazily. Emily’s heart glowed, and she found herself holding Ali even closer, if that were possible “you and Finn are everything I never knew I needed” Emily gulped, still having to pinch herself sometimes to remember that it wasn’t dream.  

“Me too, Ali” She promised.

“Night, baby” Ali said one last time as Emily grabbed a blanket, wrapping themselves in it, wondering whether Ali would even remember this in the morning.

“Night, beautiful” She said practically silently, as they let themselves sleep for a while before Finn would wake them up hungry in a few hours times, needing his mommies.

anonymous asked:

Number 22 for Jasper please! I would love if it is in an AU but it is not necessary. Thank you xxx

anonymous said: Jasper 4?

anonymous said: 20 22 pleeasssee

(no longer taking requests for this particular challenge, sorry!)


things you said after it was over | things you said over the phone | things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear

When she heard his voice, Piper almost dropped her phone. She fumbled it and by the time she had it righted and pressed to her ear again, she’d missed half the message.

“- hope you’re doing well, I just wanted to check in. I’ve already said that. Shit, I’m repeating myself. I just… Call me. I’d really like to talk to you. Please, Piper. I miss you.”

The message ended and the automated voicemail voice took over. Piper hung up and stared at the phone, clearly offended.

“What was that?” Annabeth asked without looking up from her essay.

Piper didn’t answer for a moment, fighting the bile she could feel rising up the back of her throat. Well, okay, it might have been tears. Whatever it was, she tried to ignore it, swallowing thickly and forcing herself to reply to her roommate. “Jason.”

Annabeth sat straight up, fingers stilling on her keyboard. “He called you?”

Piper nodded, biting her thumbnail. The roof of their tiny little dorm room was suddenly fascinating to her.

“When?” Annabeth asked.

“When I was in class,” she replied evenly, still looking straight up.

Annabeth bit out a particularly inventive curse word and shut her laptop before swinging her legs over the edge of her bed. Piper didn’t move as she took the two steps needed to close the distance between them and enveloped her in a tight hug. “I’m sorry, Pipes.”

Piper shrugged and made a noncommittal sound, something that might have been ‘don’t worry about it’, or, ‘if you let me go I’m going to collapse’.

“What do you want to do?” Annabeth questioned, pulling back but keeping her hands on Piper’s shoulders. “Do you want to delete it? Call him back? Do you want me to call him back, find out what he wants, and then tell him never to call again or I’ll kill him?”

Piper laughed despite herself. “I don’t know what I want to do.”

“Sleep on it, maybe?” Annabeth suggested.

“Yeah, I’ll just leave it for a bit. And decide in the morning.”

Annabeth didn’t look happy, but she nodded. “Okay, good game plan. Wanna go steal junk food from Percy and watch Legally Blonde?”

Piper sniffled once and nodded, but then said, “Actually, would you mind stealing the junk food and I’ll stay here and get the movie set up?”

Her roommate obviously saw straight through her casual tone, but she didn’t press it. “Sure. You get it ready and I’ll be right back with all the best candy. I’ll grab popcorn, too.”

“Thanks.” Piper smiled weakly as Annabeth left the room.

As soon as the door shut, she threw her phone into her pillow with all the force she could muster, and pressed the heels of her palms into her eyes until she didn’t feel like crying anymore.

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Romeo and Juliet AU 2/3 (Kanej, Wesper)

PART 1

Warning: violence and Shakespearian canon death below

  • Inej’s laugh freezes in her throat when she sees the face of the stranger lurking behind the pillar
  • because that look is dangerous, far more piercing and deadly and greedy than the expression Dunyasha’s giving her right now 
  • and she’s arrested by it
  • Dunyasha’s golden eyes narrow and she swirls around to try and see who Inej was staring at
  • but Kaz has slipped away almost immediately and Dunyasha can only grip Inej’s hands more tightly
  • honestly Inej just wants to leave because she can’t take the fake smiles and flattery she has to put upon this pretentious girl, and she laughed only because she visualized herself stabbing Dunyasha in her sleep on their wedding night  
  • but even that is starting to lose appeal, and soon she retires to the balcony, claiming to need some fresh air 
  • Kaz stands alone on the balcony, back to wearing the panther mask, gazing at Inej with sharp eyes
  • Inej meets his eyes without hesitation 
  • “It’s bad manners to startle a lady when she’s dancing.”
  • “I don’t think that really matters if she wasn’t enjoying herself.”
  • “If she’s dancing with her future wife, then I would say it matters plenty.”
  • no they don’t share a kiss or try and get married the next day, but they want to meet each other again and Inej sends Nina out to find out more about Kaz
  • needless to say, Nina and Kaz get along surprisingly well 
  • Inej is nonchalant when Nina hesitatingly reports that Kaz is one of the deadliest members of the Crows 
  • “he’s the sworn enemy to the Dime Lions, and you’re not even fazed?”
  • “Nina, if he wasn’t, I’d be more in shock. Half of the city shares the same title.”
  • MEANWHILE Inej’s cousin has found out about Kaz taking an interest in Inej and publicly challenges him to a duel 
  • Kaz waves it off, but Jesper surges to take his place, and soon the swords are out and slicing the air 
  • and Wylan tries to come to Jesper’s aid, yelling at both of them to stop
  • Jesper sees the sword coming up to skewer Wylan in the shoulder 
  • and pushes Wylan out of the way, leaving the blade to sink deep into his chest
  • Wylan S C R E A M S 
  • and runs over to Jesper, who’s fallen to the ground 
  • Wylan sobs as Jesper bleeds in his arms, caressing his face and yelling for someone to “call a medik, for saints’ sake!”
  • Jesper smiles weakly and reaches up to give Wylan the kiss he always forbade himself to give before it’s too late
  • but before his lips can touch Wylan’s, his eyes dim 
  • and he falls back 
  • and Wylan lets out an agonized H O W L 
  • Bile rises in Kaz’s throat as he sees his first friend die on the cobblestones and suddenly he can’t stop coughing up vomit 
  • a blade rests on his shoulder, and he can hear the Dime Lion, Inej’s cousin, gloating and drunk on victory
  • and Kaz can feel rage blazing up in him like an inferno
  • so he knocks the blade off his shoulder and rushes to take Jesper’s sword while drawing out his own 
  • and he can picture Inej’s expression of horror at his actions as he fights with bloodlust in his heart
  • but all he can see is Wylan, innocent Wylan, cradling Jesper’s head in his arms
  • Jesper, his first friend, who gave his unfailing support to Kaz no matter what
  • and when Inej’s cousin falls with multiple slashes to the heart and a sword in his belly Kaz can’t help but let out a dastardly, hysterical laugh 
My loneliness is killing you (Vatya) /Part 1/ - Polly

Authors note: Did someone request trophy wives turned murderous lesbians starring Katya and Violet? No? Well, here it is anyway. Someone pointed out that Violet and Katya on Violet’s couch at DragCon looked like they just killed their husbands and are now together. This is going to be a short 2-3 part kind of thing (part 2 very soon) Their husbands are named after real life assholes. LESBIAN AU

TW: mentioned murder; slight verbal abuse

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How to Handle a Nico: ... Another Opens

Primary Pairing: NicoMaki
Assumed Paring: TsubaHono
Words: ~2.2k
Rating: K
Time Frame: Some time while Maki is still in college but after Nico has graduated.
Story Arc: “A Career Change”
When One Door Closes…
… Another Opens

List of all HtHaN scenes


Nico opened her eyes slowly. What time was it? Not like it mattered, really, as she wasn’t going to work today. She sighed as a pang of depression tugged at her consciousness. She knew her friends meant well and would do everything they could to support her if she decided to move forward with the plan to start her own idol production company. However, part of her was still working through the trauma of her shattered dreams and wasn’t quite ready to move on just yet.

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That girl that made your coffee wrong today just caught her boyfriend cheating.

That guy who can’t speak English well, is doing everything he can to make money for his family to have a life.

That girl that swerved in the road was trying to save an animal, she’s not drunk.

That guy speeding is terrified because his little girl has a really high fever.

Those people giggling at the mall just fell in love again.

That girl you laugh at goes home and cries herself to sleep wishing she fit in.

That guy that doesn’t have washboard abs feels unloved.

That girl that sits away from everyone is afraid that everyone will make fun of her.

That guy that makes fun of you doesn’t know how to talk to you. He’s scared, so he pushes it away; because why would you like him?

That girl that smiles at you is grateful for your compliment. The one that brushes it off knows she’s pretty.

The boy that you ask his favorite sports team and not drool over his appearance finds you way more attractive than the girls that do drool.

That girl that smiles bravely every day and helps you is trying to give help in hopes someone will know she needs help too.

That boy staring at you can’t believe you exist.

That girl questions her life everyday.

That boy wonders why his dad will never come home.

That girl wonders how much alcohol is too much alcohol.

That boy watches his love get beaten by her “love.”

That girl admires the boy in the back of the cafe.

No one knows on the outside.