nap time soon

I need you to take a moment of silence and think about this: just how special it must’ve been to both Jimin and Jungkook for them to wait a decade until FESTA-a very meaningful event to both BTS and Armys-to drop the cover.

Everything Will Be Okay.

Bucky x Black!Reader
AN: Hey!! This was a request that I changed a bit of and it took forever because I was moving all my shit from one part of California alllll the way to another part of California because *Jazz hands* COLLEGE!!

Title stolen from G-Eazy and Kehlani

@peachyysuugar: Can you do an imagine of the reader being a queen of Wakanda in the 60s and she forced to become a super soldier by hydra and years later she meets Bucky and he try to help her forget hydra and start to fall in love.

Words: 7k+ oops

The second your eyes had opened up everything felt off. The air was thick and it was dead quiet outside of your room. The place was never quiet T’chaka and T’challa both hated the sound of nothingness. So take up to the prominent sound of nothing throughout your home now it was beyond unsettling.  

You brushed it off though as you walked out of your room and down towards where you normally meet with the Dora Milaje to escort you to the main floor. But they weren’t there to greet you. Instead you’re met with a sharp pain in the back of your head and then nothingness.

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anonymous asked:

Imagine tiny Host falling asleep on you to the sound of your heartbeat since its really relaxing.

There are times where he is so sucked into his own writings that he completly forgets his need of sleep. Though he narrates how tired he is he never really pays any mind to it. It gets to the point where you draw a line, scooping him up and just holding him close to your chest
“The Host questions what (Y/N) is doing. having been absorbed in his work not too long ago The Host would like to get back to it-” “no no no. Hush Hostie. Time for you to get some well earned sleep.” “But-” “No buts! Nap time!” Soon enough you both are laying on the bed, your hand holding him in place so he dosnt run off to write again. Soon enough your gentle heart beat lures him into a peaceful sleep, his narrating slowly quieting into a whisper as he did so. It was these small moments you both enjoyed so dearly.

Perfect Only Last So Long- Tyler Joseph Part Nine

A/N- Just to help you all out if your confused, this is a flashback to two years ago.

2 Years ago…

Your daughter was just over one year old and you were starting your life on your own. You had just moved into your apartment and you were out shopping for things for your apartment. You had forgotten the stroller so you were carrying your daughter in your arms. When you went to go pay you put her down for all of 30 seconds to pay but when you went to pick her back up she was gone. Your heart immediately sank, panic setting in. She was only 15 months old. She just learned how to walk only three months ago. She couldn’t have gotten far.

“Gabby?” you said frantically leaving the line and searching the surrounding area.

“Excuse me ma’am, is this who you’re looking f-” the man stopped when you looked up. “Y-Y/N?”

“Oh my god Gabby.” you took your baby back from the man.

You didn’t even look at the man, you were to focused on holding your daughter and controlling your racing heart.

“Gabby.” you heard him whisper and you finally looked up to see who it was and again your heart started racing.

“Ty-tyler?” you stuttered his name. You couldn’t believe it was him.

“Oh my god Y/N. How are you? I mean I don’t even know what I mean. Oh my god Y/N.” you could see he was in total shock and his eyes were becoming glassy from tears.

“I’m I mean we’re doing good.” you answered. “What about you? How’s your band?” you asked.

“Good. I’m actually touring right now. I just had to pick up a few things before our next show.” it was awkward. How do you just talk to someone when the last time you saw each other you were breaking their heart. “So this is her? I mean Gabby?” he asked again with joy and tears in his voice.

“Um yeah. This is Gabrielle. Gabby for short.” you smiled at her.

“She’s beautiful Y/N. Just like her mom.” he said and your heart skipped a beat.

You hadn’t heard him say something like that in so long and it was making you want to explode.

“Yeah she is. Anyways, we should probably get going. Nap time is soon and we can’t miss that, isn’t that right miss Gabby?” you said making her giggle.

“Wait before you go. Y/N, please you said if I ever find you we cou-” he started but you couldn’t take it.

“I know what I said. I said a lot and I’m sorry but I need to go.” you said walking away.

What you had wished for him had come true and you weren’t about to ruin that. He just said his band was doing good. He was on tour, doing great and you needed to get out of there before you messed it all up like before.

You went home and put Gabby down for her nap.

“What did I just do?” you asked yourself. That was your chance to get Tyler back and it was gone. Gabby could have known her dad, she could have been happy, she could have the life you want her to have, and you could have had Tyler again, but no the chance was gone.

It was one thing to mess up Tyler’s life, but now you were messing up Gabby. She didn’t deserve you as a mother. She didn’t ask to be born into your fucked up life. You didn’t deserve her and you most certainly never deserved Tyler.

Tyler’s P.O.V.

“I know what I said. I said a lot and I’m sorry but I need to go.” she said walking away and breaking my heart again.

No matter how many times she broke it I wanted her back still. Not only her, but my daughter too. That’s when it hit me. I just met my daughter, I had a daughter and her name was Gabrielle, Gabby for short. I was in total shock I just headed back to the van where my drummer Josh was.

“Did you get the stuff you needed?” Josh asked.

“It’s a girl.” I whispered to myself.

“What?” he asked confused.

“I have a daughter, Gabby. And she’s the most beautiful thing in the world, just like her mom.” I told him and he was still confused.

I never told anyone who came into my life after Y/N left about her. Mainly because it broke my heart and i couldn’t get through the story without crying. Also because I was embarrassed. Not because of her, because I never looked for her her enough. She didn’t want me to and it was one of the hardest things to do.

This was a total coincidence I ran into her today and I couldn’t help but think it was for a reason. Maybe it was really meant to be. I missed her unbelievably much. It was the worst feeling I got when I saw her walk away feeling like I would never see her again.

I wanted to be with her and Gabby. Be a family, start a future together, have them with me and give them everything they want in life.

I told Josh the story and he had no advice. I mean who would, it wasn’t the easiest situation to work out.

“I think that you have to let life play itself and you’ll see how it’s supposed to work out. But then at the same time I think you need to fight for her or at least Gabby.” he told me.

All I could hope for right now was they were safe and doing well. Then I remembered how Y/N could get at nights, especially when she was alone. It was a constant worry in the back of my brain. She said she was doing good but she always lied when it came to her mental state.

I never stopped loving her or worrying about her and I don’t think I ever will. Her or Gabby.

title Frosty
summary Pass the pina colada.
pairing Itasaku

I will never be over this pairing. And I will never be over this dynamic.

“You’re a fucking mess.”

His bag landed in a heap in his lap. The corner of his name tag dug into his wrist. The slam of the door rattled deep into his bones.

Fingers trembling, he fumbled with his phone. Blood smeared as he dragged his finger across the screen. The light burned his eyes. He waited, gasping down shaky breaths as the phone rang and rang. 

A groan answered him.


“I…I… Sasuke… Sas-”

“Nii-san, what’s wrong with you? Ugh, it’s almost 3. Go to bed,” snapped his younger brother. The line disconnected with a cold beep. 

Clenching his phone in his hands, Itachi pressed his face to his knees. His head was spinning. The ground was roiling and shifting underneath him. The sounds of the city assaulted his eardrums. Sirens blared. Music pounded out from the building behind him. He felt sick to his stomach. 

And suddenly he heard footsteps approach. Crunching over dead leaves. Kicking aside a glass bottle. They slowed.

They stopped just in front of him. 

“Hey, are you okay?” a woman’s voice asked him. 

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anonymous asked:

If you're still writing prompts, could you do number 7? With Isaac x Reader? You're the cooliest! 😁xo

 A/n: Don’t try this at school. XD

There’s a reason that you distance yourself from Isaac when you have a class together.

He’s just so distracting. The way his shirt pulls taut against his biceps when he bends his arms, the way the back rides up a little when he bends forward. The bow of his lips drives you crazy, especially when he’s wearing that cocky smirk he gets when he knows you’re looking.

So, really, ending up as lab partners in Chemistry? Recipe for disaster.

You try to explain this to Harris but he hates you almost as much as he hates Stiles so, the more you try to get out of being Isaac’s partner, the more firm he is in his decision.

“Don’t worry,” Isaac whispers when you settle into your seat. “I’ll try not to distract you too much.”

You bang your head against the desk. You really should never have told Isaac what he does to you but you figured as your kinda boyfriend, he could be trusted not to torment you about it. Wrong.

“Would you care to join the rest of the class in doing the assignment, (Y/n)?” Harris sneers at you. “Or do you plan on napping the entire time?”

As soon as he’s out of sight, moving to check on the other pairs mixing chemicals as their worksheet instructs, you roll your eyes.

Isaac is still smirking at you but you do your best to ignore it and get to work.

You pour flask A into the graduated cylinder and reach for the second flask just as Isaac’s hand grazes your side. You fumble the flask and almost tip it over.

“Sorry,” Isaac says but even if you weren’t looking you could hear the smugness in his tone. He’s not sorry.

You bite your lip and calm yourself, reaching for the flask again. You’re about to combine the contents of the flask with the contents of flask A when his hand rests on your thigh and squeezes.

You drop the flask and hurry to back away from the table as the glass shatters, spilling the liquid inside all over the floor.

“It’s a good thing I don’t trust you incompetents with anything that’s actually dangerous,” Harris mutters as he glares down at the floor. “Clean that up. And since you can’t be bothered to do your assignment correctly in class, you can write an essay on lab safety in detention.”

You and Isaac groan in unison and move to get a broom and some paper towels. He keeps sneaking glances at you as you both mop up the spill.

Stop looking at me like that, it’s your fault anyway,” you say petulantly.

When you look up at Isaac, he’s biting back a smile.

“You’re not cute,” you tell him.

It’s not a secret to anyone that you’re a lying liar who lies.

“I’m looking forward to detention,” Isaac whispers when Harris isn’t looking.

You maybe hate him a little. Except you really don’t. You’re not too worried about it. You’ll pay him back later, in private.

Because He Grinds ----> an olicity drabble fic

“This. Is. Ridiculous. Felicity.”

Felicity ignored Oliver and continued to fill out the form the receptionist had just handed them.

“I don’t need a mouth guard.”

Oliver shoved off from the chair and began to pace the tight waiting room. A mom and her preteen son watched him, the mom pulling her son closer into her side.

Felicity rolled her eyes when Oliver reached the end of the room in three strides and stopped short with his nose almost pressed to the glass of a framed poster. He took a step back and glared, actually “Arrow” scowled at the poster showing the horrors of not flossing regularly.

He sighed, dramatically, and turned to stomp back. But the office door opened just then, flung wide and flung shockingly hard by a little blond pixie in pigtails and a green fairy outfit.

“DON’T WORRY!” the little girl yelled as she planted herself akimbo in the center of the tiny room. “The Tooth Fairy Tinkerbell is here!”

“What the?!” Oliver was muttering and rubbing his chin that had stopped the door.

“The Tooth Fairy, silly!” The little girl hopped over and gripped Oliver’s hand with both of hers. He looked up in confusion but Felicity continued to fill out the forms.

“Uh,” he forced a smile.

But the fairy’s mother joined them at that point, offering an apology as she steered her chatting daughter away.

Oliver resumed his seat at Felicity’s elbow. “Why are you the one filling those out anyway?”

She tipped her head to look at him. “Really? You want to do the paperwork.”

He shrugged. “It is my dentist appointment, so, I guess I should.”

She grinned. “Is that your way of asking? Because I have no desire to do these. I just thought it would be faster.”

“Faster than the person the forms belong to?”

“Ok, here.” She shoved the clipboard into his chest and sat back, grabbing the only slightly old celebrity magazine from a pile and starting to flip through it.

Oliver cleared his throat and focused. Felicity watched out the corner of her eye. She saw him skip a few lines and boxes, fill in a few things, and skip more.

After a couple minutes, he growled. “Fine.” He presented the clipboard and forms back to her and she chuckled. “Oh be quiet. I had five y—”

“Oh no! You can not keep using that excuse!” She pressed her finger to his lips to shush him, and her laugh caught in her throat.

He didn’t move. He just looked back at her, his eyebrows raised, his hand still holding one end of the clipboard. Felicity stopped talking and let out a tiny, shuddering breath before she yanked her finger away and yanked the clipboard away as well.

They sat silently as Felicity finished the forms. Oliver sat as still as a statue except for his index finger and thumb of his right hand. He couldn’t stop, or didn’t notice, them fidgeting and rubbing.

It was a nervous tell and Felicity inwardly sighed. “Why don’t you like the dentist? You were fine at the doctor.”

He stopping his fingers by making a fist. He took a deep breath. “I, uh, I get claustrophobic, sort of…when…I can’t swallow or close my mouth until they say…” His fingers started up again.

Felicity reached out and covered his hand with hers. “Ok.” He glanced at their hands and then up at her face. She smiled, trying to tell him she knew he was talking about the torture that they never talk about.

He nodded. “Thanks for filling them out,” he stood suddenly, took the clipboard and walked over to the desk to hand them in.

The following four minutes of waiting for his turn were the longest in history. She pretended to do stuff on her phone while he pretended he was fine just sitting next to her when all he wanted to do was run out, suit up, and pick a fight.

“Oliver Queen?” called a dental assistant from the doorway to the back.

“You, uh, want me to come with you, or, wait here…?” But instead of speaking, he gripped her hand and threaded their fingers. She smiled through her surprise at the tender act and nodded.

“How are you today, Oliver?” The dental assistant chatted but never really seemed to wait for an answer, which was fine with the two friends awkwardly holding hands behind her. “And here’s us, go ahead and have a seat in the chair, your friend can sit there,” the dental assistant motioned and smiled.

“Thanks,” Felicity pulled her fingers from Oliver’s and tried to ignore the flutter she felt as he looked around quickly to see where she was.

“So you think a night bite guard is in order, huh?” Oliver just nodded.

“Yeah, he…has, had, uh, a stressful job and grinds his teeth, so,” Felicity blushed when the dental assistant raised her eyebrows. “I mean, he says he doesn’t grind but he does, clenches his jaw a lot and grinds, er, I mean, not that I know, like first hand.”

Oliver’s lips twitched.

“Ok, we will just start with a cleaning since you are past due, and then the dentist will come examine and then make a mold if needed, ok?”

Again he just nodded. “Oh!” Felicity slid her chair closer so she could look over Oliver to the dental assistant. “He gets a little claustrophobic when he can’t close his mouth, so if you could let him do so more often than normal that would be great.”

“Very common, no problem.” Oliver thanked the dental assistant and settled back as she adjusted the chair. But it only took a minute or so before Felicity looked up from her phone and saw his fingers twitching.

“Oliver,” she said in a quiet, shushing tone and she wrapped both her hands around his large hand. She ignored the smile she saw peeking from behind the dental assistant’s mask.

The cleaning went well, as did the exam, which did show Oliver could benefit from wearing a bite guard at night. But as the time came for the mold, Oliver’s anxiety was clearly raising.

Even when the dentist assured him it was a quick set. So Felicity readjusted her hold on his hand and started to talk about the office politics at her new job. (It was just a little tech firm but it still provided office gossip.)

Oliver kept his eyes firmly on her; her mouth, her nose, her painted purple nails against his rough skin, her eyes flashing behind her glasses, her blonde hair, loose and slightly wavy today…

“And open! All done, Mr. Queen.”

He sat up to rinse and spit. “Really?”

“Yes. Come back tomorrow, we will fit the guard, and that’s it.”

“Thank you, Doctor,” Felicity said as Oliver stood and took a few deep breathes.

She moved to follow the assistant back to the front desk when Oliver reached out and touched her arm. She turned and looked at him and her blood froze for a moment as she saw the raw emotion on his face.

“Felicity,” he started to say.

“It’s ok, just helping my friend how hates going to the dentist.” She flashed him her big smile.

He shook his head and stepped closer. She had to look up to see his face. “Thanks for that, yes, but…also…” Their eyes searched the other’s before he broke the connection with a long blink. “Just, thank you.”

“Mmm hmm, sure, always,” she managed to voice. She cleared her throat. “Ok, let’s pay up and get out of here!” She walked away quickly and Oliver frowned as he followed.

He felt like he would never manage to have Felicity Smoak figured out. Things that seemed trivial to him apparently mattered to her while things he felt needed deeper discussion almost never phased her.

When they were outside and about to get into her car, Oliver decided he couldn’t stand her overly casual affect any longer.


“Yes?” She was searching her purse for her keys. He stepped up, took her purse, dropped it at their feet and took her hands. She was making that little “o” mouth again, that “unsure what is happening” mouth.

He took a deep breath but before he could say anything, she did. “Please, Oliver.” He tipped his head in query.

“Please, don’t say…anything that, that you think you have to say. Ok? I just, I don’t think…” She closed her eyes.

Oliver felt his nerves tighten, seeing her about to sigh or pull away or cry.

“No,” he whispered. It made her open her eyes, and yes, they were wet. “No, I’m never doing that to you again.” She nodded and started to pull from his hands. “Felicity.” She sighed and looked down at her feet. “Felicity,” he barely breathed out her name.

She slowly raised her face. Oliver was hyper aware of everything: the heat from the car and parking lot, the other people parking and walking and driving by, the birds, the traffic on the highway a few blocks south, his heartbeat, her pulse under his fingers…the intense desire to kiss her right there in the parking lot for no better reason than the fact that she willingly came and held his hand at the dentist.

“So, are we just going to stand here looking at ea—”

But what better reason was there? He slid his hand around her head and leaned in, softly pressing his lips to hers. When she didn’t try to move away, he pulled her closer with his other hand at her waist. She let out a soft tiny whimper and snaked her arms around his neck.

He smiled and she smiled, which made their lips stop kissing, which made Felicity laugh. He chased that sound and kissed her harder, demanding, and she moaned this time as he pulled her flush against his body.

“Mmmm,” she chuckled.

He pulled back enough to look at her. “What, ‘mmmm’?”

She licked her lips. “You’re so minty fresh, it’s kinda strange,” she laughed.

He raised his eyes to the sky and wrapped her in a tight hug.

“Thank you for coming to the dentist with me, Felicity,” he said into her hair.

“Mmm hmm,” she sighed contently into his chest. “Anytime, Oliver.”

"Blood Drive" - Kurt

Vampires were real. And Kurt Hummel was one of them.

The story of Kurt’s turning. Part 3 of the Wax Verse, set one month before “Show Me Your Teeth“ and nearly a year before ”Wax/Wane.”

Warnings: Violence/assault, blood, thoughts of uh, vampire suicide? Not even sure how to warn for that, but it’s here, briefly.

~4200 words. Shout-out to darrensblainers, who asked about this particular event

For the rest of the out-of-chronological-order verse thus far: Wax Masterpost


Burt yawned from his perch on the living room couch, head resting on his hand as he drowsily tried to watch the tenth episode of the Ice Road Truckers marathon playing in front of him. It was nearing midnight, and he was that sort of sleepy that results from consistent inactivity. He hadn’t done nearly enough that day, in his opinion, stuck on the couch with his teenaged son puttering around him to ensure he didn’t lift a finger.

“Dad, go to sleep. You need your rest,” Kurt said from the kitchen, where he had his hands submerged in a bowl of raw, ground sirloin. He needed to get the meat marinating for the next day, and he’d meant to do it as soon as he got home, but he was running behind on all his usual preparations now that he had taken on all the house responsibilities. Burt had only been home from the hospital for a week, and Kurt would be damned if Burt exerted more energy than was necessary to get him from his room to the couch or bathroom. The food itinerary was fastened to the refrigerator handle, with corresponding pre-made meals organized in tupperware containers inside. Burt thought Kurt was being excessive (and obsessive), and told him as much, but when Burt realized every dose of his medication had its own alarm on his phone, he realized the battle was already lost.

“Remind me, who’s the parent here?” Burt asked, raising his brow at Kurt over the back of the couch.

“The one who’s on strict doctor’s orders to take it easy because he had a heart attack a week ago,” Kurt countered, meeting his father’s eye with his hands resting in the bowl of meat.

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