summary- kisses are a way of showing love, and you and yoongi know that best
a/n- HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY HEART, MIN YOONGI. i love him so much :’) it’s also @bangtanshopex‘s (aka tina!) birthday!! go wish her a happy bday ❤ this scenario is also based off of ed sheeran’s song kiss me. i love ed sheeran, definitely check him out if you haven’t!! his new album is amazing!
settle down with me, cover me up, cuddle me in
The night was cool, with the chirping of crickets echoing throughout the room. A gentle breeze flowed through your bedroom window, causing you to shiver slightly as you pulled your comforter closer to your chest.
“You’re too far away,” Yoongi mumbled against his pillow. You felt his cold fingers grab hold of your wrist as he whined. “Come closer.”
With a grin, you rolled over and fit yourself against Yoongi’s body. Warmth immediately encompassed you and you sighed happily. His arm instantly found purchase wrapped around your waist, his hand resting on the small of your back lightly. He hummed in content as he breathed in your scent.
“Did you miss me?” you whispered. Days when your boyfriend was away were always hard, but you cherished the ones when he came back.
He gently dragged his nose across yours, giving you a sweet Eskimo kiss. “Always, my dear.”
note: fluff won, expect something flirty tomorrow evening :) I hope that you all enjoy xx
Before the baby getting out of the house was difficult enough. They would finally make it to the car and someone would forget a phone charger, or the dessert they promised to bring, or that gift Shawn got his dad in Switzerland on tour. Someone would rush back in and grab what they forgot before something else would come up.
Adding a newborn to the mix was more difficult than they imagined. After forty-five minutes of running back into and out of the house they were on the road. The voice on the radio sang a song that was played far too much and his wife hummed idly along.
They set out on the drive to his parents for the weekend. His parents were so excited to see their grandson and Shawn had to admit he was excited for a small break. He loved being a parent and wouldn’t trade it for anything. He would do just about anything for the tiny human sitting in the back seat, but he was tired.
Sleep had become a foreign concept and screaming the soundtrack to his life. But he knew it was worth it. Even when he and his wife were awake at three in the morning singing weird songs that they had made up to try to coax sleep into their screaming newborn he felt like the luckiest man alive.
The drive was mostly uneventful, save for when she had to climb in the back to calm down their screaming infant. But, Shawn got to grab her bum as she maneuvered over the center console, so he wasn’t complaining too much about that.
When they pulled into the driveway it was mid-afternoon and Shawn could barely wait another second to see his family. He put the car in park and ran around the side to grab the car seat. By the time he made it around the car his wife was leaned over the seat unbuckling it.
He had to grab her bum again and the second he did she squeaked and whipped around, “Cut that out,” she said laughing as she hit his chest.
“I can’t help it,” he said with a wink, “Wanna grab the stuff from the trunk and I’ll do this?”
She nodded and she moved to the back of the car as Shawn looked down at his little one. He was sleeping in the car seat and Shawn placed his hand on his small head, using his thumb to rub his forehead.
As Shawn looked down at his son he couldn’t help but smile. He saw her in all of his son’s features, though she would argue that he looked far more like Shawn. He was pulled out of his thoughts as he felt her hand wrap around his side.
“He’s pretty cute,” She said looking at the tiny baby in their back seat, “It’s crazy that we made that…”
Shawn squeezed her and murmured his agreement, kissing the side of her head. He moved back towards unbuckling the car seat and pulling it out of the car. They made their way to the front door laden with bags and gifts and food.
Shawn pulled the door open and stepped into his warm childhood home. He heard a scream from his left and smiled as he saw his little sister running up to him, “Mum! Dad! They’re here!” She launched herself into his arms for a hug and Shawn passed the carrier to his wife.
He mum and dad followed met them in the entryway, pulling everyone in for hugs and his mum only cried a little bit. They moved into the living room and spent the best part of the next hour passing around the baby and catching up.
Shawn wanted to hear all about his parents and his sister’s lives but they were far more interested in him. How was being a dad? How was the baby sleeping? How was the new album coming along? Occasionally he could squeeze in a question about Aaliyah’s classes or how his parent’s jobs were going.
Then the tears started bubbling over and the screaming started. She chuckled taking the baby from a terrified Aaliyah, “We had a good run, didn’t we? I’m gonna take him into the other room and try to calm him down, he might be hungry.”
Shawn watched her maneuver upstairs whispering sweet words into the ears of their screaming baby. He turned his attention back to his parents who went on and on about the baby. His dad escaped to the kitchen to start dinner and Shawn followed.
After some time, his wife came back down the stairs holding their son and he was reminded of how in love with her he was. He was always in awe of her. She always caught his eye no matter the occasion. They could be in a room with a thousand people and he would find her. He was drawn to her that way.
“Shawn,” he heard, “You listening?”
“Hmm?” He said turning to his dad, “Yeah, of course.”
Dinner was ready and the screaming returned just in time. She went to stand up to go to the popup crib they had brought, but Shawn was quicker. He rubbed her back lightly as he moved past her, running up the stairs two steps at a time.
He opened the door and walked towards the crib. Little tears were bubbling over the brown eyes of his baby and he couldn’t help but smile. He reached down and pulled him up into his arms. The second the baby was in his arms the crying ceased and his little one looked up at him.
“You’re a faker,” He said jokingly bouncing his little one gently, “You just want to come downstairs and see everyone, don’t you?”
He walked them downstairs carefully and saw everyone at the table waiting for him, “We have a guest.”
He sat down next to his wife with his baby in one hand and fork in the other. They sat and talked and joked. He listened to his parents talk about work and his sister about the school dance she had gone to and how horrible it all was.
As dinner winded down Shawn glanced down to see that his little man had fallen asleep. His toes found hers underneath the table and he gave her a light tap. She looked at him and then at the baby and the sweetest smile formed on her face.
“I can’t believe you’re a dad,” Aaliyah said, pulling them out of the trance that they were in, “It’s kind of gross if you think about it.”
Everyone laughed at her comment and Shawn tried to make a snarky comment back, but he couldn’t quite manage. He knew he was a dad, but hearing other people say it made it far more real. He loved that it was real.
Dinner had ended long ago and his family had retired to their respective rooms. They were sat on the bed leaning against the headboard talking about nothing. Their little one was resting in the crib, leaving them time to be with each other.
She let out a yawn and leaned against his chest. He closed his eyes and he could hear his baby’s soft breathing and could feel his wife’s delicate eyelashes brushing against his collar bone. He smiled and kissed her forehead.
Sure he had toured around the world, and he would have to leave again soon. But, despite all of the beauties in the world, his family was the best of all. He used to want to leave and go anywhere and everywhere. Now, he was happy to stay curled up in bed on a Saturday night with his wife in his arms and his kid resting peacefully a few feet away.
i really need to stop listening to anything that leaves jeremy’s mouth
don’t listen to jeremy zag
there was something about the animation that was different and it probably has to do with rendering but i don’t know enough about cgi for that
adrien agreste truly is too good for this world
ladybug isn’t all that good at listening to other people and she should work on that
nathalie loves adrien lots and that makes me happy
gabriel really does just need a good shove to start being a better father to adrien
i liked how brother christmas didn’t actually put anyone under his control
(although maybe three time for his little song and dance was a bit much)
that was by far the coolest akuma capture we’ve seen yet
and i’m really glad chat was so instrumental in capturing it
i felt like they had so much more story to tell and they just didn’t have time?
not all the classmates were there and that leads me to believe that either
a. they leave town for the holidays
b. they don’t celebrate christmas
(jump on the nathanael is jewish train with me)
marinette and adrien truly are the most dramatic people ever
and yet plagg still managed to be even more dramatic than both of them in a fraction of the screentime
personally, i really disliked the production of the songs. i felt like the backing track drowned out the vocals and the tracks didn’t always fit the mood of the episode
i will pay someone actual money to do a slower ballad cover of chat’s song. maybe a piano cover? i just know that’s something i need in life
everyone cares about adrien so much and i hope he knows that now
all my complaining aside, i really did genuinely enjoy this episode! but i think it would’ve worked better as just a christmas special and without the music, i don’t think the musical aspect really added much other than to advertise it as a musical
but hey, that’s just my two cents! i’ve missed these kids and i’m glad that they were back for even just twenty minutes
“Good Morning America!” Darcy said enthusiastically. “How’s the view from your part of the world?”
“It would be much better if you were here, Darce.” He replied honestly. “And, I just got up.”
“You’re slacking off, Handsome.” Darcy teased him. “It’s 8a.m. in New York. What happened to your ‘ass crack of dawn’ morning run?”
“Can’t sleep good without you, Sweetheart.” A hint of loneliness in his voice. “Been far away for far too long.” Darcy frowned. She knew that Steve hated losing time with people he loved. One of the side effects of his seventy years ice nap.
“I love it when you use song lyrics, to show how much you care about me” Darcy said, trying to make him smile. “Much better than any mixed tape.”
“That wasn’t intentional, it’s how I feel. But, I’m surviving without you.” Taking a bite of his corn flakes before continuing. “Not that I want to. Natasha kicks my ass when I start to mope. I guess I have you to thank for that.”
“Yes, you do.” Darcy explained. “No one likes seeing a sad Steve Rogers. It’s the equivalent of someone taking all cat videos off the Internet. It’s something that you don’t want to happen.”
“I must sound lonely, needy and desperate for you.” Steve replied. “It’s official, I’m in love. I’m blaming you.”
“Damn straight you’re mine.” Smiling and sounding very proud of herself. “And, you’re not needy or desperate.” You just miss your girl, and it’s nice to be loved and missed.”
“I’ve been away for a month, and the separation has been hard on me too. But, it proves we’re not clingy or joined at the hip.”
“At least the time difference isn’t that huge. London is four hours ahead of New York City. You could alway steal the Quinjet, and come visit me.”
“Always an option.” Steve said regretfully. “Unfortunately, I have to be a responsible leader. Putting my wants and needs aside, no matter how much I don’t like or want to.“
“Let’s blame Jane for our misery.” She continued. “How dare she be the world’s only expert on the Convergence. She’s finally getting the scientific acknowledgement she deserves, and a Nobel Peace Prize.“
“All the fame is keeping me away from my cuddly human space heater. At least, we both have our comfort foods.” Purposely slurping her coffee to prove her point.
“How’s your corn flakes, and what you call ‘real’ milk in the glass bottle?” She asked, and Steve knew what she was going to say next. “Do you know the real reason corn flakes were invented?”
“Some crazy doctor thought it was a way to stop people from masturbating. An anti-sex food.” It really was one of the most ridiculous, but true things that he had read about. “Internet so helpful.”
“And, how’s that working for you?” Darcy laughed. “You eat that cereal like it’s religion. Is it curing that craving?”
“Not even close.” He replied, his voice a little rougher. “You’re the only taste I crave.”
“Damn it, Steve! Now I need to have room service bring me a few boxes of corn flakes…you know for Science.”
“Save the science experiment for when you come home.” He laughed. “I’ll demand our money back if it doesn’t work.”
“Very funny.” Darcy said. “I already told Jane that when we get back, I’m taking a few days off to work on my science experiment.”
“Like Jane would have any say in the matter.” He replied. “I’ll probably go all caveman on you. Throw you over my shoulder, and carry you back to our apartment.”
“As long as it doesn’t end there.” She demanded. “I expect a lot of sex and cuddling when I come home. Phone sex, sexting you while you’re in a meeting and video chats don’t compare to the real thing.”
“I don’t sleep well without you either. She finished, stifling a yawn. “I need to feel you wrapped around me. Guess that means I’m in love. It’s all your fault.”
“Damn right it is.” He replied, and Darcy could picture the smile on his face. “I love you, now get some sleep.”
“Love you too, Steve.” She replied. “I’ll hang up, and let you have some quality time with your anti-sex food.”
Steve hung up the phone, and ate another spoonful. Whoever believed that cereal was a cure for masturbation, obviously didn’t have someone like Darcy Lewis in their lives.
(Yes, it’s crazy but true. In 1894, two brothers, Dr John Harvey Kellogg and Will Keith “WK” Kellogg, were running a sanitarium and health spa in the town of Battle Creek, Michigan. Corn flakes were originally invented as a way to stop people from masturbating. )
skjdhfglaksjhglkasjhglkjashglkasjh!!!!!!! HOLY COW IT’S @the-flame-and-hawks-eye‘s BIRTHDAY TODAY! I wrote a song inspired by her amazing fic Hellbound(which you all NEED to check out if you haven’t yet. It’s consumed my soul.)
Shaaaaaayyyyyyyy, you are so freaking important to me. You’re always an extraordinary friend, be that for wild 2AM skype chats, memeing, dog photos, or just life in general. Your sincere existence surrounds me with good and positive energy every day. I love you so much and hope your birthday is FABULOUS AS ABSOLUTE HECK. I HOPE YOU DIG THE SONG I’VE WRITTEN ABOUT YOUR WORK. Because I’ll be writing love songs to your fics for the rest of my life and I have no problem with this tbh
Trapped in my bones. How far are we from home? Souls fall asleep. It’s all I’ve left to keep.
I’ve seen the Devil and he looks like me. I only fear who I know I can be.
So is it too late to find a way back to the light of day? This is not the end of us. I’m falling out of touch. Tell me we’re strong enough to follow the hope that is left. Lay these stolen hearts to rest.
Clouds drawing in for the storm to begin. Don’t trust the eyes you once believed were mine.
My voice is prisoner to phantom souls. But you can read my silence as your own.
So is it too late to find a way back to the light of day? This is not the end of us. I’m falling out of touch. Tell me we’re strong enough
to follow the hope that is left. Lay these stolen hearts to rest.
Bleeding memories slip away from me, into darkness holding me hostage.
But if I have you I know we’ll find a way through the storm.
So is it too late to find a way back to the light of day? This is not the end of us. I’m falling out of touch. Tell me we’re strong enough
to follow the hope that is left. Lay these stolen hearts to rest.
K.Flay is easily one of my favorite artists to come out of San Francisco Bay. Even though she went to Stanford, which is Cal’s rival, I’m not mad. Her brand of gritty hip hop and electronic pop has delighted my ears far too much for me to complain. One of my favorite tracks off her album Life As A Dog (which I contributed to via crowd funding) is Can’t Sleep. I also love the Vanic remix of the tune. K.flay’s new video for Can’t Sleep begs a requisite re-share of Can’t Sleep. I can’t wait to catch K.Flay live again for the, umm, umpteenth time, at LIve 105′s BFD come early June.
Today was the big day I’ve been waiting for. I had my stay awake tattoo done in Alex’s writing today. The artist loved all time low too which made it 100x better. It means the world to me and is quite possibly my favourite tattoo out of the 3 I have so far, nothing can mean as much to me as this song😍 so, what do you guys think of it??
9 years and stronger than ever. This is what the team is made of.
“Despite how popular an artist is, they tend to last only a few days at the top of charts after releasing songs. But it’s different for BIGBANG. The band has been doing this for whopping 16 days. When it comes to music, the band name does not matter anymore—the song itself relies on the word-of-mouth. BIGBANG broke their own records and is now genuinely recognized for their musical talents.”
I have never once doubted that they’d disband or lose a member over a conflict. They love each other and music too much, and it shows through their achievements. All I can say as a proud VIP is, just how far will this group go?
Hey! I love your work and was wondering if it
was too late to get a Samandriel imagine (ya know cuz he’s like dead
and all also it’s pretty late sorry about tat too) but if it’s not
could you write one based off of the song Your Guardian Angel by The
Red Jumpsuit Apparatus? Thanks! Love you!(also random note you are
loved and needed so don’t give up i don’t know if you are going
through anything but if you are just know it gets better i promise
(^.^) that goes for everyone that reads this) BYE!!
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Thank you so much<3 That means a lot to hear, thank you for
being so considerate – same goes for you, if you’re going through
something. I hope you like it!<3
The car is rushing at you far too fast, and there’s nothing you can
do. You’re still hurtling towards it and it towards you and –
Blackness. It’s everywhere – but there’s no pain, and you can still
feel your body. It’s just like you’re stood in an empty, dark room.
“Am I dead?” You ask, your voice cracking slightly on the last
word. Silence greets you, as if your words have been swallowed up by
the darkness. Then, a hand lands on your shoulder – you don’t have
time to scream, before you’re stood in your own apartment, trembling
and looking around.
There’s silence, for a long moment, and then…
“Who the hell are you?” You snap, spinning around to see a man
stood behind you. You say man, but he can’t be more than eighteen –
blue eyes, blonde hair… alright, he’s adorable.
“My name is Samandriel. I’m your guardian angel.” He says
placidly, his tone flat. You frown, folding your arms.
“Guardian angel? Yeah, right – the truth, before I call the co –
oh.” Flickering light illuminates the room, stopped only by the
shadows of two huge wings against the wall, “Okay.”
He lets the light die, watching you apologetically, “Sorry. We just
need to talk, Y/N.”
“Sure, I guess.” You’re a little dumbfounded about this whole
thing, but you were never one to step back from confrontations. No…
you’re going to see this whole craziness through.
“There are demons, everywhere. They’re after me, so they’re after
you, too.” He explains hurriedly, “The guy in that other car was
a demon. They’re all around the neighbourhood. We have to go –
“I -” You stammer, but he’s telling the truth. You nod, “Let’s
“Y/N? Are you still in here?” The angel asks, slipping into the
motel room. You peer around from the bathroom door, breathing a sigh
of relief and leaving your hiding place.
“Sure am. What’s the word?” You ask, and he frowns for a moment
before picking up on your human expression.
“No demons as of yet. We should be able to stay until nightfall –
you should sleep while you can.” He informs you, gesturing towards
your bed. He’s so… nurturing. Making sure you’re eating and
drinking and sleeping, that you’re not ill, and that there’s nothing
that could hurt you. Although his vessel is young, he is not – and
he knows the dangers of this world.
“Okay.” You agree, “Will you – will you stay with me?”
“Of course.” He agrees readily, overjoyed at the attempt you’re
making to let him in. At first, you were mistrusting at best and this
feels like giant steps for the pair of you.
You smile slightly, kicking off your boots and climbing into the bed.
He watches you closely as you close your eyes and drop off to sleep.
You’re woken sharply – Samandriel grabs you, shaking you harshly.
“We have to go, Y/N – they’re here!” He hisses, and you just
about make it to your feet before the black-eyed monster (Who looks
strangely like a man) bursts through the door.
“Time’s up, kids.” He grins, pulling a silvery blade from his
sleeve and pointing it straight at Samandriel. You gasp, moving in
front of him, but the angel yanks you out of the way and you fall to
the ground, watching as your guardian angel fights the demon off,
disarming him quickly before burning out his eyes. Demon after demon
seems to come through the door but he doesn’t hesitate to throw
himself in the line of fire, just to keep you safe.
The last demon – maybe the dozenth – manages to land a hit,
slashing its blade across his stomach. The angel cries out as a blue
light flickers across the room, but still manages to kill the other
demon before falling to the ground. You scramble over to him,
watching as the wound closes. He’s still terrifyingly weak, however,
his face pale and eyes threatening to roll back in his head.
“Samandriel?” You ask, shaking him gently, “Come on, get up!”
“I’m fine.” He croaks, “I’m fine, Y/N.”
“You’re not fine!” You say, finding tears in your eyes –
you hadn’t thought you were so attached to him, but the thought of
losing him now… “You’re not fine. You almost died. For me.”
“That’s my job, Y/N.”
“I don’t want it to be your job!” You insist, “You don’t have
to guard me!”
“I do. It’s what I want to do.” He says, slowly sitting
up, “I want to be able to help you and guide you through life –
just as I always have.”
As an idol, your free moments
were few and far between. You were constantly on the go, running form schedule
to schedule, from studio to practice room. The hustle and bustle of your daily
life made it difficult to find friends outside of your company. Because of
this, you typically resorted to befriending the trainees or members of senior
groups. You stuck with your company’s staff or your group members at events and
rarely branched out as you knew that your life was much too busy to maintain
However, that didn’t mean that
you neglected creating casual acquaintanceships with people. In fact, you’d
created working relationships with many of the idols that you frequently overlapped
promotions with. It made the time you were all stuck in the waiting rooms go by
One of the groups that your
group continually overlapped promotions with was Winner. Your group and theirs
were the only groups that didn’t seem to have many idol friends. During
promotions, you all would be the odd ones out. So in a bold move, your leader
befriended theirs and ended up bringing your groups together.
'I write a bad pickup line on your cup every time i'm your barista' AU
You smiled a bit as you stood in line for the coffee shop, watching Wade Wilson dance behind the counter as he took orders. Out of all the baristas, Wade was by far your favorite. He was happy, funny, sang the BEST songs, was very sweet, and, best of all, he had the worst pickup lines out of anyone you’ve ever met. He only worked part-time, and while he may overshare a bit too much, Wade never told you what his other job was. Though he assured you it wasn’t “bumping fuzzies”.
You stepped up to the counter and Wade looked up, smiling brightly. “Y/N!” He chirped, grabbing the biggest cup and his black Sharpie, scribbling your name on the cup. Under it, he grinned as he wrote his latest pickup line. You couldn’t help but grin yourself, sighing happily.
“Grande mocha caramel cappuccino, please.”
Wade nodded, sparking up your everyday conversation. “Do you maybe wanna go grab dinner sometime? I’ll buy, we can go anywhere you want.”
You laughed, shaking your hair out, responding like usual. “Once you write a good pickup line for me, Wade.” The same words were exchanged every morning he worked, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You really liked Wade, so your little game made your day great. About ten minutes later, Wade called your name. You went to retrieve your coffee, turning the cup in your hands as Wade slid the slip of paper and the pen over to her, smirking as she read the cup.
You looked up at Wade and cracked a smile. You scribbled your number on the paper and he yelled, throwing his fists into the air with a grin. “Holy shit!”
You leaned over and kissed his cheek, before turning on your heel. He laughed as his boss scolded him for his language, watching you rush out on your way to work.
“If your left leg is Thanksgiving and your right leg is Christmas, can I visit you between the holidays?”
Dave’s voice - it sounds so good, especially in The Worst Crime and Cover Me, it’s actually perfection
That there’s so many contenders for favourite song - at the moment it’s between Cover Me, So Much Love and Poison Heart but this might change after a few more listens cos I really love Scum and Poorman and Going Backwards too
The overall sound - there’s old school doots and clangs and beep boops but then it also sounds very modern and powerful, especially the second half of Poorman and the outro of Cover Me
How dramatic Eternal is wow!!
The ending left me sitting in stunned silence for a good few minutes and then I had to listen to it all over again