look at that fine face of his

Untitled Kim Taehyung Drabble

Request: 125 please.

AN: I hope this is okay. I thought it was kinda funny but it most likely isn’t. When talking about this to a friend I called this ‘Sleepy Time’ and honestly, I need some sleepy time. 

Words: 350+

Taehyung told you as soon as you agreed to share your bed with him that he often moved around, and that he needed something to cuddle as he slept. Now, you were fine with the latter point; no objections there. But, you didn’t realise the full extent of his “movement” until he was passed out next to you and every limb in his body was moving quicker than you could speak. An arm around your waist, then on your face, then in your hair, then slapped back onto your face, and finally, it was now around your waist again – making the quest for his arm’s comfort futile in your own opinion. When he woke up, looking as radiant as ever, and you were next to him with bags under your eyes, all he said was that he warned you, and all you replied back with was a middle finger. One he giggled at.

So, as soon as he went to sleep tonight, his arm still around your waist as if it was a magnet, you decided that it was revenge time. Without hesitation you moved your arm back, whacking him in the face, and then hit his stomach, his legs, and in between. Your leg spread then closed and then spread again. Taehyung still wasn’t waking up, and it infuriated you. A sudden burst of anger forced you to leap out of the bed and run to the kitchen, grabbing multiple bags of sweets and snacks before jumping back into the bed and opening a packet vigorously. You placed your head above his, making sure to eat with your mouth wide open so that crumbs galore fell into his open, lightly snoring mouth. And that, for some reason, woke him up right away.

Quit moving, Im trying to sleep. Wait are you what?!” He exclaimed, and you cackled above him.

“Tuck in, baby.”

“This is way worse than my arm moving in the night.”

“Yeah, I know. Me doing the same didn’t wake you up.”

Henlo friends here’s an update. I found out I own a potentially very valuable Pokémon card so that’s pretty dope. Donut is grumpy and hungry as usual, Flan is currently shedding so fingers crossed for her! Cannoli is having some issues with his tank placement bc of his poor eyesight (it’s directly facing the door to the room and many Big Scary Shadows come in from the hallway) so I’m looking to swap his tank placement with Flan’s - works out fine bc it’s a lower light area and she’s an albino and she’ll be a bit further away from the boys so maybe she won’t get as difficult during ovulation.

Sorbet has a little injury! Basically what I think happened is that she grabbed her superworm at a bad angle so it bit or scratched her in the throat. She had some bruising (which faded quickly) and acted normally. We waited for three days and checked on it before giving her some freshly shed mealworms and she ate them all but she had a few issues so I’m currently in speaking with the vet about whether they want to check her out or not - it’s super rainy and windy and cold and since we don’t have a car, the journey is rather bumpy AND I have a history of bringing my pets in for kinda everything after Eclair. The reason I’m not freaking out is because all her other behaviors are normal and she does everything she should and she chills out as usual, so it’s possibly a case of “wait longer until next feed and maybe give her bug jelly when you do”

Saki is good (she didn’t start peeing blood just bc we were away this time) but she’s a bit grumpy about the weather

Professor Lupin

Neville: One bonus of being an adult is grossly misusing modern slang on purpose and watching my students cry inside.

Neville: A fine example: the other day I pointed at a hippogriff and, while looking Teddy Lupin right in the eye, went “Man, is that bae or what, huh?” and the look on his face was something I will treasure for years.

steve will apparently fight nazis & 117 countries on my behalf but when he saw a group of screaming fangirls coming at us this morning he yelled ‘every man for himself!!!’ and started running

“O King of Kings, restore the Light unto this world.”

what she says: i’m fine

what she means: the lyric “i can’t say anything to your face, ‘cause look at your face” gets a lot of hate because taylor is rhyming ‘face’ with ‘face’, and people think that lyric is lazy songwriting but it’s actually pretty clever. the reason she uses ‘face’ a second time is because she literally can’t say anything to his face. she can’t think of anything clever or witty to say, so she repeats what she already says. basically, because he’s so gorgeous, she can’t even think straight and it turns her into a complete mess.


Father Crowley.

Night of Change (M)

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Word count: 3.9k

Contains: Smut, best friend!Taehyung

Summary: When your curious mind leads to rather sinful implications with your best friend.

Who would have thought that that harmless conversation would have ended up like this?

You inhaled.
Your nose picked up the smell of moistness and sweat. You grimaced. It was unappealing but came from the both of you, so who were you to complain?

You laid in bed, bare. Taehyung’s arm was still holding onto you, and you loved how secure you felt beneath him.

The faint grey color of the early morning sky illuminated the dim room. The crescent of the moon still in sight. You stared out his large window from bed, the misty light glinting in your eyes.

Memories from last night began to flood your thoughts, but of course, you didn’t mind, as it was an enjoyable experience. The best.

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The Perfect New Year - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 12,007

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Unprotected Sex, Public Sex, Bathroom Sex, Oral (Both receiving), Bondage, Doggy, Cowgirl, Hair Pulling, Spanking, Dylan hiding his Boner

Notes: 1) Happy New Year my precious babies. First fic of 2018 for you. I hope y’all are ready for some kinky funness. 2) This is legit unedited because I’m too lazy right now, at a party and need more alcohol. I could barely type this as it was. So be kind if I made errors. I have no patience for it. Whoops. 

“Will you please hurry up, sweetheart? We should have been out the door by now. If we don’t leave soon, we are going to be late and I’d rather not hear it from my parents that we weren’t on time!”

You rolled your eyes as you put away the remainder of your makeup, pushing the drawer closer. You could hear your boyfriend’s constant footsteps across the kitchen floor, his husky voice clearly echoing through the silent house, laced with various forms of anxiety. The man hadn’t even been home for two days and he was a nervous nelly. And about what?

New Year’s dinner at his parent’s house.

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taakitz, of course

y’all can blame the tfw discord, especially @extra-plus-ordinary and @starrychihuahuas for this one

also shoutout to @malevolentmango for trying to make it better by cropping everything except “Person A cradling Person B’s head”, which is a wonderful prompt, except i have a reputation to uphold and that reputation is angst

Taako crumples to the ground.

“Well, shit,” he says. A sword through his chest shouldn’t feel familiar, but then again dying shouldn’t feel familiar, yet here he is. His knees hit the stone, and it takes an incredible feat of dexterity to land him on his back instead of his stomach, which just would’ve shoved the hilt in farther, which. Grossarooni. Taako is not about that life. Instead, in a flash of blinding pain, it topples to the side.

“No.” Taako hears Kravitz drop to his knees beside him. Two cool hands press against his chest, stripping back his shirt to assess damage. “Stay - stay calm,” he says, “I’ll call Merle, you’ll be fine.”

His hands shake as he fumbles for the Stone around his neck. Taako phases out for the conversation - he hears his beloved’s voice, panicked, and feels the comfort that comes from the gruff voice on the other end. He’s dying, okay? He gets to be sentimental about his family one last time.

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One of the most pleasant suprises in this film was how the stereotypical, good looking and 100% confident man the female main character has fallen in love with, is actually a really nice, sweet and caring guy instead of an asshole.


billy hargrove x reader

summary: before you, love and caring, just weren’t words his vocabulary.

word count: 6.3k

request: can i get a fic where billy is reader’s best friend and he’s really protective of her? like he loves her but then he realizes that he LOVES her

a/n: i hope this is okay! i sort of combined this request with the comforting!billy request so i hope you don’t mind. this is also the first real fic request i’ve written so i’m pretty nervous. feedback is appreciated.

It had been one thing after another today. It wasn’t that anything had went monumentally wrong, but all the small problems had accumulated up so much that you were seconds away from breaking. And when you walked out the double doors of Hawkins High and saw Billy leaning up against his Camaro waiting for you, you felt the damn holding back your tears break.

You hurried your way across the parking lot and buried your head into his chest, barely giving him enough time to react. When he realized what was going on, he threw his cigarette to the side and wrapped his arms around you securely as you quietly cried into him.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Billy asked concerned, trying to tear you away from him with no luck.

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A/N: No. The title is not a misspelling.

Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Word Count: 5,859

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected Sex, Oral (M&F Receiving), Slight Dom!Dylan, Rough, Fluff, Awkwardness

A/N#2: You can thank @haveyoumetmeyet for this imagine. She played me into writing it. She’s smart like that. Also, big thanks to @redstringlovers for helping me with a few ideas on this. Where would I be without you guys? <3

   I smiled at Dylan from across the room, my drink firm in my hand. Dylan smiled back, lifting his beer in a toast as he winked at me. I hid my blush by taking another sip of my drink. Holland, who was standing in front of me, stepped to the side so she was blocking Dylan from my view. My eyes refocused on her.

   “Hello? Earth to Y/N,” Holland said.

   “Oh, sorry, Hol,” I chuckled nervously, ridding Dylan from my mind. “What were you saying?”

   “I asked what you were going to do now that Teen Wolf was over, but now I’m more interested in who got you so red.” Before I could say no, she looked back. Dylan, who’s eyes had still been on me, quickly darted back to Tyler Posey, continuing with the conversation like he hadn’t been staring elsewhere.

   I dreaded seeing Holland’s face when she turned back to me because I knew what she would say. For years, she’d been begging me to talk to Dylan about my feelings for him, but what was the point of that when the possibility of losing his friendship altogether seemed greater than the chances of him reciprocating my feelings? Holland wasn’t the only one who wanted me to tell him; Shelley and Tyler knew, but I made them vow secrecy if they valued my friendship.

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