nope this is normal for me

After Hours [m]

pairing: reader x Yoongi

Genre: tattoed!yoongi, rapper!tyoongi, angst? fluff? smut, idk how to label this haha

word count: 16,212

warnings: graphic sexual content, alcohol, language

a/n: this is loosely based of Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist. i am v nervous about this as it isn’t the usual angst fueled plot I normally write. so if it’s crap, please be kind haha. i’m tagging the lovely @dimplecoups​ because i know you’ve been waiting for this. and @2seoke for always being the best babe.

Originally posted by lethargicmin

You looked in the mirror, making sure your face mask was properly in place. If you were going to look like a serial killer for the next 20 minutes, you at least wanted to look the part. Your bed was calling your name as you walked over to the soft mattress, choosing to ignore the missed calls and text messages from your best friend. This was the first Saturday night you had to yourself in months. No work. No brother. No best friend. You were free to do whatever you wanted.

Or at least that’s what you had originally intended. But as the door to your bedroom crashed open you soon realized that the night had other plans for you.

“Why haven’t you answered my calls?” your best friend Irene squealed as she plopped down at the foot of your bed. “It’s Saturday night and I know you don’t have to work tomorrow!”

You gave her a look. Well, you tried to give her a look to the best of your ability as the motions of your face was restricted by the sheet mask on top of it. “There’s a reason why I didn’t answer your calls. And just because my idiot brother gave you a key to our apartment doesn’t mean you can just waltz in here any time you want.”

Irene rolled her eyes, blowing a large bubble from the gum she was constantly chewing. She was clearly not amused at your disinterest on leaving your apartment tonight. You reached forward, popping it with your pointer finger. “You’re no fun, Y/N” she whined, collecting the gum back into her mouth.

“I can’t have fun when I’m always too busy taking care of you.” you quipped, reminding her of the last time the two of you went out. “I had to beg that cop not to give you a ticket for being drunk in public. Why aren’t you bothering my brother? I’m sure he would love to see you.”

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Little things from 2x19 that I notice as I rewatch: 

  • when alex is being extra and just rips her fire alarm off the wall she uses a stepping stool and i’m 100% sure she bought that for maggie after she started sleeping over and alex realised she couldn’t reach anything in the apartment 
  • they’re domesticity has leveled up a notch i mean “don’t wait up for me” directly implies that maggie comes and goes as she pleases and probably regularly stays over at alex’s as she waits for her to come back from deo missions etc because she needs to know alex made it home safe, she needs to be there if things go sideways on a mission and most of all being surrounded by alex’s things (by their things) she feels warmer and safer than she ever could in her own apartment (they’re so moving in together at the end of the season)
  • maggie has now referred to alex as ‘sweetie’ and ‘babe’ and i personally headcanon that she loves to use those and other little pet names a lot but only when they’re in private 
  • maggie has extensively thought about a future with alex including but not limited to more valentine’s days together, vacationing together, fighting over dishwashers and having a dog (who will NOT be named gertrude if maggie has anything to say about it!) 
  • maggie definitely uses deo tech to break that guy out of prison which means she has access somehow and i for one would like to believe that she didn’t sign an access forms, nope,  everyone knows that she’s badass agent alex danvers girlfriend and normally maggie doesn’t really like breaking rules unless its necessary but a grenade is definitely considered necessary, so she threatens the guards all “well alex gave me permission, i mean you can ask her but i hear she can do some pretty mean things with her fingers if you piss her off ya know” and next thing ya know she’s walking out of the tech room with like 6 different gadgets hidden in her jacket looking like a kid on christmas day 
  • when they save alex and kara says “you held on” and alex says “i held on” right after if you listen carefully you can hear maggie whisper back “you held on” in a tone of disbelief because she was really starting to believe that they might not get to alex in time and she would have lost the most important person in her entire world  
  • i’m also relatively sure floriana was standing on a box in that last scene with kara where they hug because from the angle she looks almost head to head with kara but we know melissa is even taller than chyler so that’s just not realistic 
What did you expect after giving me that info?

I was playing a homebrew game where the DM included a few of there own 5e races and classes. I was a Warlock (fiend patron) of one of the DM’s homebrew races. Lamia, as in the monstergirl style of woman from waist up and snake from the waste down.

There was a point where we wound up meeting with a celestial/fae being of the elvish pantheon, but before meeting with them we met with one of there upper level servants who first appeared to us as a 40 foot tall celestial eagle.

Me (OOC): huh, irl I know damn well that eagles eat snakes. Would Isea(my character) know this kind of thing as well and thus be scared?

DM: roll nature.

*rolls pretty well, not nat 20 but more than 20 after modifiers*

DM: you know there is a creature known as a Roc that is similar to being a colossal eagle and normally eats elephants. Sometimes they swoop down and carry off Lamias for their meals.

Isea (IC): I start vigorously searching for a way out of here, too panicked to speak in common and instead switching to my native tongue. “NOPE! NOPE! NOPE! NOPE! NOPE! GET ME OUT! GET ME OUT OF HERE NOW! GET ME OUT! GET ME OUT! GET ME OUT!”


Stage One: “I notice other people blogging about it, but DGAF.”  

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Stage Two: “Oh, that’s cute.  Don’t know who they are, but I’m rooting for them.”

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Stage Three: “I’ve seen this on my dashboard so many times that I already know all the plot twists.”

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Stage Four: “I guess I’ll start watching That Thing I saw all over Tumblr.”

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Stage Five: “I lowkey like this.  I feel like I can probably keep my distance and be a normal fan for once.”  

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Stage Six: “NOPE. It’s a lie.  I’m obsessed, and it’s all Tumblr’s fault.  See y’all next year when I finally come up for air.” 

Originally posted by the-spark-and-the-wolf


Stage Seven: “I have some complicated feelings for Tumblr for introducing me to The Thing.”

Unexpected [m] - Mark

Originally posted by got7wings

Paring: markXreader

Word Count: 9.4k

Summary: After a bad breakup, your best friend Mark is determined to show you that you are worth more than what you think and that you mean more to him than you could have imagined.

Notes: Smut, Angst, Fluff

The air in the club was thick with sweat and perfume and while you had been out clubbing more and more recently, you still couldn’t get used to the stench and the way it fogged your senses. It also didn’t help that there were random horny people grinding on each other left and right, but then again you could also be seen as one of those people.

You were caught up in another random guy just as you had been every time you went to a club. His large hands were locked onto your hips as he pressed his lips fiercely to yours. You weren’t interested in sharing your night with him even though he was tall and fairly attractive, but something in the way his fingers gripped your hips was too reminiscent on the one person you were trying to forget.

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  • Shiro: *in alternate reality*
  • Allura: Hello Darling. Where's my kiss?
  • Shiro: Well I got it ri- wait a seCOND.
  • Keith: Have you guys seen Lance?
  • Shiro: Keith thank god, Allura just tried to kiss me!
  • Keith: Well that's why I want to find Lance. I'm gonna kiss him.
  • Shiro: Nope... that seems normal. So just Allura is confused.
  • Keith: But Shiro, she's your wife why wouldn't she want to kiss you?
  • Shiro: what the fuC-
RFA+V+Saeran: Smut #1 (Part 1)

Requested by an anon: ″Hello! My request is RFA+V+Saeran react to seeing Mc naked in the shower. Like smut and fluff please!!! Thanks <3″
Because this is multi characters so i’ll make it short for each of them. Hope you’re ok with this anon~

Side note: Because I don’t do headcanons, so I do mini fics but it’ll be too long. So for this #1, I break it into two parts. Starting from next request which will be up after #1 Part 2, I will choose 4 characters that I feel I may do a better job.
Also, I didn’t do shower for all character. I change the setting a bit.

Warning: SMUT!

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I’ve been playing LOLOL all night and realize just how late it has gotten. I tell the guild’s members that I’ll stop temporarily to go take a nice shower then be back soon. With that, I stand up and make my way towards the bathroom. Perhaps my mind is too occupied by the game that I don’t notice the noises from inside at all. I open the door and the moment I do, I hear high pitch scream.

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loving him, loving her. (m) | 01

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre/Warnings : Smut, Angst  /  languagementions of cheating

Word Count: 10,062

Description: When the feelings that you’ve always had for your friend Taehyung lead you down an unsteady path, you end up getting stuck. It’s an endless cycle of leaving her for you, and you for her, but there’s only one of you that he truly loves—and unfortunately you know you can’t make him say your name, when all he knows is hers.

A/N: inspiration comes from the song her (loving you). also this is the full length scenario of a drabble (here), that i wrote a couple of months ago

You sensed the emptiness before you even opened your eyes, but it didn’t make the ache in your chest feel any less painful when you saw the vacant space next to you, where his body used to lay. You reached out, running your hand along the rumpled sheets, it was cool to the touch, meaning he’d been gone for a while.

It looks like they made up again.

You weren’t sure how long you stared at the empty space on the bed, a million questions running through your mind. Did he hesitate when he climbed out of the sheets this time, silently slipping his clothes back on, as he left you alone, again

You rolled to your back, staring up at the ceiling, the want to sleep completely dissipating from you. Your mind was instead occupied with the memories of tonight. Swollen lips, clashing teeth, fingernails on skin, heavy breathing, lust-filled stares from him, and love-infected gazes from you. The thoughts make your heart race, and you can almost perfectly remember the feeling of his breath on your skin and his voice in your ear. 

But now you were left with nothing.

No person to cuddle with when the night got too cold, no person to wake up to when morning finally came, no person at all.

No Taehyung at all.

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Reid x Reader

“Shoes… Oh my god! I love them, I need them!”

Penelope Garcia was squealing at you.


The team had just broken up from the morning meeting to discuss the agenda for the next few days. For once, there was no case so the team would mainly be on admin duties.

Your office buddy Penelope had caught sight of the new heels you were sporting and had fallen quite literally, head over heels in love with them.

“They are pretty nice, Y/N,” JJ eyed them appreciatively.

They were, and they’d cost you enough. You’d been admiring them in the store window for a few weeks now and had decided to treat yourself with your second pay check. You’d joined the team eights weeks ago as the secondary technical analyst, being made to feel perfectly at home in the already close knit team within a matter of hours.

“I wanna try them on… Pretty please! I know you’re the same size as me,” Penelope begged you.

“How the hell do you know that?” you asked her, watching her slip her own kitten heels off, wriggling her pink painted toes on the ground.

“It’s in your file.”

“My shoe size is in my file? Christ, is my bra size there too?”

“Actually it will be,” Dr Reid glanced up at you from his seat. “The bureau has all of our measurements on file for if we need to be kitted out in specialist clothing.”

“But I’m a technical analyst?” you perched on the table next to where he was sat.

“You might still need to be kitted out in Kevla. Garcia has had to join us in the field a few times,” he told you.

“Yes and each time was a horrific experience that I’d choose never to repeat if I had the choice. Enough talking….. Can I please try them on? I want your shoes but I don’t wanna buy them if I can’t walk in them,“ Penelope interrupted you both and you laughed, inching back on the table so you were actually sitting on it and removing your shoes one by one, holding them out so Penny could come and get them.

She slipped her feet into them, holding onto Derek and wobbling as she tried to stand.

“Oh my…. Oh my…. How on earth do you walk in these things. What are they, four…. five inch heels?” she grimaced, her feet obviously protesting to the angle they were forced into.

“Six actually,” you told her.

“Six inch heels…..How…. Why…. Six inches…. Oh god.” Penelope tried to walk, her ankles bending awkwardly as she grasped Derek.

“Nope. No matter how adorable they are, I can’t force myself to endure that amount of pain. Why do you do it? You wear these sorts of shoes everyday, Y/N.”

Garcia stepped out of them, a relieved look on her face as she sank back down to her normal height.

“Because I like them… They make me feel tall,” you told her. “No doubt my actual height is in my file too.”

“It is… But I can’t recall it, I don’t have the eidetic memory of Spencer, here. So stand up,” she demanded.

You went to slip the heels back on but she touched your arm.

“Without the heels, silly!”

You looked around at your colleagues, them eyeing you expectantly and slid off the table, preparing yourself for their comments.

They started to chuckle immediately.

“Oh baby girl, you really are a baby girl. You’re tiny.” Derek looked you up and down, taking in your tiny stature.

“Oh that’s adorable. You’re so cute and tiny!! I’m just wanna pick you up and put you in my pocket!” Penny gushed.

“I’m gonna start calling you Ma Petite….. I didn’t think the bureau employed any dwarves… ” Derek joked.

“Hey. Technically I’m not classed as a little person. I’m five foot.” Barely, and you had to make sure you stood very, very straight. But still.

“Five foot! Reid… Stand up next to her.” Penny clapped her hands.

“Yeah kid, you’re the tallest here, stand up next to her. This’ll be a laugh.”

Both Spencer and you rolled your eyes, but he obliged none the less. Unfolding his long body from his chair, he stood next you, Penny and Derek laughing hysterically at the height difference between you two.

“Oh that’s funny. Can you imagine if those two were together…. The neck ache they’d get from trying to kiss each other,” Penny commented and you glanced at Spencer, seeing his cheeks redden.

Yours did too, only slightly. The thought of kissing your handsome colleague making you feel warm and tingly.

“Little and large,” Derek guffawed.

“Lanky pants and short stack,” Penny joined in.

“Guys stop… Please. I hate comments about my height. That’s why I wear the heels,” you begged them to shut up, there wasn’t a name they could come up with that you hadn’t heard before.

“We’re sorry, Munchkin. We’re just teasing ya. You two look hella cute next to each other though,” Penelope gestured between you and Reid, and you felt your cheeks burning.

“Alright team, enough. Let’s get to work please,“ Hotch decided to break up the gathering, looking up from his seat.

The team split going their separate ways and you bent down to slip your shoes on, feeling relieved when you were back to the height you’d become accustomed to over the years. When you straightened up, you could see that Spencer had remained behind.

“I’m sorry about their teasing.”

You grinned at him, “Nah, it’s fine. I’m used to it. I just hate how sometime, people treat me like a little kid cos I’m so tiny.”

“I promise never to do that, Y/N. It is…. Erm… It is kinda cute though.”

“Oh….?” you raised an eyebrow at him, seeing him fidget awkwardly.

“Well… I mean…. Erm… I think you’re actually kinda cute….Actually no….not cute…. Erm…Ithinkyou'rebeautifulactually.”

The last part came out in a rush, all one word and you blushed deeper when you realised what he’d said.

“You do?”

Oh god…

“Erm…. Yeah….” he stood, shuffling his feet, his hands twitching slightly.

“I think you’re kinda beautiful too, Dr Reid.”

His eyes shot to yours and you smiled at him, a slow grin forming on his lips.

“Do you…. Would you…. Could we maybe go for coffee one night after work?” he asked quietly, fully aware that Agent Hotchner was still within ear shot.

“That would be great. And And don’t worry….I live in heels so you won’t have to worry about getting neck ache!”

His grin grew wider and you matched his facial expressions.

“I’d live with neck ache if it meant I got to kiss you,” he whispered softly.

“Same Spencer, same.”

Imagine...Dressing Alike

Originally posted by mygreeneyedhunter

Pairing: Jensen x reader

“It’s about time you showed up sleepyhead!” said Jared. “We’ve been out there stalling and goofing around for ever.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you guys decided to show up early the one time I’m running late,” you said. “Blame Jay. He’s the one that came down without me.”

“He said you were taking forever in the bathroom,” said Jared, obviously no longer in any rush when you saw you were still two minutes early.

“I was braiding my hair, again, after he went and messed it up, again. That man loves to play with it,” you said, cocking an eyebrow. “This isn’t the morning panel where I can show up looking like a zombie.”

“I hear Y/N back there. I guess someone decided to come to work today,” you heard Jensen tease from on stage. You grabbed a mic and hopped up the step to get up there, Jared right on your tail. 

“Don’t even get me started mister,” you said, taking your normal seat next to him. Jared started laughing to himself as he walked past and you saw a few people start to snicker as well. “He did not mess up my hair again, did he?”

“Nope, but you two certainly are coordinated today,” said Jared, biting back a smile. You glanced down at your pretty light blue dress shirt with rolled up sleeves. You had a simple pair of dark skinny jeans on with some tall brown boots. 

“Oh,” you heard Jensen say at the same time as you. He had on a light blue dress shirt, dark jeans and brown boots, albeit his were under his pant leg but still…you looked like twins.

“Did I miss the memo?” teased Jared, a small blush creeping over your face. But Jensen threw his arm around your shoulders, those damn long fingers playing with the ends of your hair again. 

“We happen to have excellent taste,” said Jensen. “Right baby?”

“Obviously. We chose each other after all,” you said, Jared rolling his eyes as you heard an ‘aw’ rise up in the room. 

“Alright, we got a whole hour for you two to be cute. Let’s get this thing started, shall we?”

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Princess of Themyscira: Part 7

Prompt: When the world is invaded and your world is turned upside down, you’re forced to make a choice that will rule your future

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four. Part Five, Part Six

There’s something about the room full of men that makes you uncomfortable. You chalk it up to being on an island with only women for several years. Still, you’re grateful Tim and Jason are there with you.

   You sit through hours of meetings, detailing everything that needs to be done to elevate Wayne Enterprises to its former level. Parts of Gotham are still destroyed, but things seemed to be getting back to normal. Especially in concerns to Gotham’s scum.

   There had been a rise in crime. There had been plenty of pillaging and mugging. But Gotham’s more notorious villains had continued to lay low. You were grateful for small blessings.

   It’s nearly nine o’clock when the three of you finally stumble back to the Manor. And as the sound of bickering hits your ears, you can’t help but smile because it sounds like home. How it used to be.

   Your childhood home had remained standing. The interior had remained in perfect condition but the outside had needed some work. So, together your family had tackled that.

   Slipping your shoes off the details of the arguments begin to hit your ears, “We are here for a mission, to help OUR princess save man’s world.”

   “It would be too suspicious. Five Amazons show up at the same time my sister returns from nowhere. Not to mention there’s the fact that we have yet to come up with an explanation as to who you are and where you came from.”

   “Then hand them the truth. I see no reasons to keep secrets. Our princess is strong, a leader, she will fix man’s world.”

   You groan, “There’s no fixing anything Io.” Heads snap towards you, and you continue, “There’s healing, and helping. But there’s no ultimate fix.”

   “You’re saying our battle is futile?”

   You smile at Hellene, “No. I’m saying it’s a lifelong mission. One that never ends, simply passes.”

   Out of the corner of your eye you watch Dick slip out of the kitchen. You note that for later, before focusing on your sisters. “Where do we start?”

   You meet Euboea’s gaze with a smile, “We start with Gotham. The crime rate is on the rise. There’s too much for just my brothers to handle. From there we reform the League and start again.”

   They smile at you, and Calyce asks, “And in the meantime?”

   Tim takes that one, “We get you up to date on man’s world. We’ll need all the help we can get in the company too. Wayne Enterprises allows us to do a lot of good, and we need to get it up and running.”

With a sigh Artemis asks, “What do you propose?”

You watch as Tim wheels out of the room leading the girls out of the room and down the hall towards his office. You note how easily he controls the wheelchair. With a smile you turn towards Jason, “I’m guessing that he’s in the cave.”

Jason nods, “He’s always in the cave these days. Rarely comes out. Alfred has to force him to eat. I thought it would be better once we got you back.”

“I’ll talk to him.”

Jason lays his hand on your shoulder, “He’s broken kid. He’s lost his whole world.”

“Haven’t we all?”

Jason nods, “Yeah, but Dick’s lost his world too many times to count. Eventually that breaks a man.”

Going up on your tiptoes you kiss your brother’s cheek. “Maybe, but now he’s trying to be something he isn’t. If this is going to succeed we need Dick back. We need Nightwing back.”

Without another word you make your way to the cave. You find Dick crouched over the monitor. Silently you slide on to the arm of his chair and wait for him to acknowledge you. His voice is weary, “What do you need?”

“My brother back.”

“Y/N …”

“This isn’t who you are, Dick. You’re not my dad. You’re not brash power and intimidation. You’re free and flowy. You bend and you twist but you don’t break.”

“This is who the world needs.”

You wrap an arm around his shoulder, “Even if it means losing yourself in the process?”

The explosion comes a minute later, “YES. Because the world needs Batman! It needs the detective who is willing to sacrifice everything, and can make the tough calls and be prepared for every situation.”

You keep your voice soft, “It also needs Nightwing. The hero with so much integrity that he was trusted above everyone else. The guy who stood behind his morals and convictions. The man who wasn’t afraid to fall.”

You watch the tears stream down his face, “Then who should be the Batman? Jason doesn’t want it. Tim can’t …and I …I don’t want to be either but… he’s needed.”

“Damian could do it.”

“We don’t know where he is.”

“So we find him.”

“It’s a lot to ask, but he is the blood son.”

You roll your eyes, “You were his son. A son he chose. He loved us all, and you know it. Just because you guys fought on certain issues didn’t mean anything. That’s normal family stuff. You were the first one he turned to when he had a problem. I’m simply saying that he’s more appropriate for the role. His mother literally bred him for it.”

Dick’s lips quirk up into a smile, “You’re not going to let me have my pity party are you?”

You shake your head, “Nope. We have too much to do to have pity parties.”

Dick nods, “So where do we start?”

You purse your lips, “Well, getting you presentable would be a start. A hair cut. A shower. Some sunlight. Seriously, you’re paler than Tim. Also I need you back at Wayne Enterprises.”

He groans, “I hate corporate stuff.”

“We all do but this lets us pursue our passion, and you’re great with numbers and all that stuff.”

“Lucius and Alfred talked you into this, didn’t they?”

You just laugh.

Newt Gets Graves A Kitten

@qed221b @ladyoftheshrimp @fantastic-beasts-smut - I blame ya’ll.

And you especically, QED, for this adorableness right here.

Newt gets Graves a kitten, because he knows how helpful animals are in the healing process and while it’s been a year since Grindelwald, some scars just don’t want to fade away. Those tricky scars of the heart. 

So he gets Graves a kitten. A small, fluffy kitten with blond wisps of hair and eyes too big for its head. Feeble in its youth. Its cries are more chirping than cat-like. He puts a big, floppy bow around its neck - the red ribbon practically bigger than its whole body and giving it the illusion of wings - before quietly slipping into the bedroom they share. 

“This is him,” Newt whispers into the little kitten’s too large ears, lifting him up and out to show him the slender back of the man laying in bed before them - dead asleep. “Now off you go, just like we discussed.”

And then he sets the little beast down and lets it loose. He watches as it determinedly wobbles to the bed, obviously set on a goal. Smiles as it sets its tiny claws into the soft silk of their sheets and climbs the tall rise of their bed. Walks closer to watch as the little fur ball then makes an unsteady beeline for the man in the bed – as though completely aware of what Newt had said to him when walking home with him this morning from the shelter.

He can’t stop himself from laughing when the little beast finally makes it to Graves’ face. It reaches out with a tiny paw and taps his face kindly, as though asking for attention, before finally flat out sitting on the man’s face.

Graves jerks up, eyes wide and hair sticking out in every which way, and blinks first at the now upended little fur ball on his pillow, then at Newt – bewildered and confused from waking. Newt only laughs harder as he watches Graves slowly try to connect the dots, everything moving slowly from sleep. His hands seem impossibly large as he gathers the struggling little kitten up to better study it.

Bright green eyes, blonde fluffy coat, tiny little paws and a soft little chin that it rests atop his knuckles, staring up at him. Newt sees it the moment something melts in Graves – too tired and too early to hide the emotion before Newt can see.

“Do you like him?” Newt asks, bemused as his partner’s eyes rise from over top the little cat to stare at him, baffled and sleepy.

“I don’t understand,” Graves says, and Newt feels another piece of his heart melt for the man currently naked and in his bed, holding a kitten and blinking sleepily at him.

“He’s yours.”

“He’s mine?” Graves repeats.

“Yes,” Newt chuckles.

“You got me a cat?” Graves asks, eyes falling back down on the little kitten.

Newt pauses, suddenly worried that this had been a rash decision. He shouldn’t have surprised his partner with something so big, that required such a commitment, without talking to him first. His thoughts begin to tail spin. His hands tremble as he wrings them.

“I, uh – yes. That is… if you want him?”

Graves just squints at him for a long moment before suddenly collapsing back into the bed again, taking the kitten with him.

“That’s great,” Graves mumbles into his pillow, the kitten tucked happily beneath his chin and purring merrily away. “Kitten Newt won’t leave me alone in my bed at hideously early hours every morning.”

Newt squawked, indignant; a huge and spreading smile on his face despite his affronted tone.

“You’re replacing me?!”

“Technically you replaced yourself.”

“Move over, I’m coming in there.”

“Nope, I have kitten Newt now. There’s no more need for you in my bed,” Graves says, one eye cracking open to catch Newt’s gaze as he smiles, unable to hide his mirth.

“Oh you’re going to get it,” Newt growls as he stalks the bed.

“Not in front of kitten Newt!” Graves gasps, dramatic and scandalized.

Newt crawls onto the bed where he’d normally sleep and gently covers the little kitten’s eyes with one finger, ignoring its plaintive little meow as he leans forward to capture Graves’ lips in a soft, sleepy kiss.

“Thank you,” Graves whispers into his lips after their kiss.

Newt just kisses him again.

Originally posted by namk1

Fall For You | Drabble 01

Summary: Jungkook thinks that midnight is the best time of night, but he thinks the midnights where he gets to see you are his favorite.
Or: the party where Jungkook decides to quite drinking.

Word Count: 3.188

Original Scenario: Part 01 - Part 02 - Part 03

 Mood music: X

A/N: Thank you to @workofteaguk for encouraging me to post this drabble and return to this world. I hope you guys like this return!!

Midnight is Jungkook’s favorite time of night.

It’s his favorite because once that clock strikes twelve, Jungkook’s night is either just getting started, or he’s falling into bed to sleep peacefully. He’s either seated between pretty thighs and thick lipstick, a hookah pressed to his lips, or he’s lying naked in bed with a pleasantly fucked out girl on his chest.

In high school, people have something to prove. Parties are always more extravagant and always go on longer, as if there’s some kind of reward that can be found by keeping the party going until the sun’s rising in the sky. Jungkook isn’t a huge fan of those parties. He goes, of course, usually with Taehyung and Jimin flanking him and a pretty girl waiting on the other side of the room, but he refuses to stay much later than midnight. Whether he goes home or back to a pretty thing’s house- once a senior from the local university had taken Jungkook home, thinking him to be older than he was. Taehyung had full out cried when he heard the news, and Jimin high-fived him so many times that Jungkook’s hand stung, and well, that was a different story altogether.

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anonymous asked:

High or low, you have the most NPR voice ever and I will forever be jealous of it.

I actually met an NPR announcer the other day.  His voice was… I thought that radio shows have special microphones, do some post-processing, that they have tricks to make a normal voice sound all warm and resonant.  Nope.  His voice was really like that.  It made the whole room vibrate.  I just wanted to roll on the floor and have him talk at me for hours.  Read the phone book, I don’t care.  I would wear this man’s voice like a blanket.

…So, uh, thanks, anyway, because “NPR voice” is a hell of a thing.

Trevor Van Riemsdyk - Unprofessional

Originally posted by dallas41chicago88

Request: “  Trevor Van Riemsdyk- the reader is an internn who constantly interviews him for the team’s website and he gets all flirty and shit “

Its pretty late when I’m writing some of these so sorry if they don’t turn out as well.

This is based just before the playoffs started.

Warnings:  None!

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ghost-chicky  asked:

Prom your dad is friken wILD

You literally dont understand how crazy my dad is ok.

⭐️when we went to india like years ago during a festival there is this event where you literally run across roofs and throw FLAMING FIREWORKS at each other ok. My fucking dad. MY DAD lit two entire boxes of fireworks and threw them. No one was hurt but oh my god
⭐️that same day he gave me a rocket launcher for a firework. It was literally the size of me and hella illegal but yet here it is in front of me. Im scared as shit and dont go near it. He fires it instead of me and THE FUCKING THING IS UPSIDE DOWN AND FIRES DIRECTLY INTO HIM. I was like “bye dad” but he was ok.
⭐️ my parents own a hotel 3 hours away from my college and i work there sometimes. We have this corridor that runs inbetween the entitr hotel for pipes and maintence. My dad walks back there as per routine and FINDS A MAN BACK THERE. Any normal person would freak the fuck out and call the cops right?? Nope not my dad, my dad fucking rUNS AFTER THIS 6'5 GUY OUT OF THE CORRIDOR AND OUT INTO THE ROAD WITH A 5 FOOT POLE HE FOUND. The only reason i know this is because i heard and saw the guy screaming outside the hotel running fast as hell.
⭐️ whenever my dad gets bored he comes up to me and i do random shit to him. Once at my cousins dinner reception after her wedding we were waiting for a table at a resturant. Hes bored so he comes up and he has a huge potbelly (from drinking like hes some anime protag) and i start patting his stomach like its a bongo or drum. I do that for a good fucking 20 min until my dad starts laughing and i see all my older cousins and relatives staring at me. HE FUCKING KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING

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⭐️ my dad had a box of raisens from the farmers market next to him. I sat down next to him and started eatting them. My mom comes in and bloody screams like something crawled out her ass and screams “THERE ARE BUG EGGS AND HUGE DEAD SPIDERS IN THOSE RAISENS” i start screaming and run to the bathroom to try to throw up and my dad knew tje entire fuckinh time i was eatting them that there wete bugs in the raisens. The entire time. He watched me eat them. You wanna know what he said? “Good protein” i didnt eat raisens for a good year and a half after that.

Love you dad

Let Me Tell You

Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: language, very fluffy smut with slightly Dom!Cas. Can someone say “yum”?

A/N: I have no idea how or why I came up with this… But there it is. Sorry again for another cheesy fic. Call your dentist; you’ll need some fillings after this one.

You blinked the sleep from your eyes as you stared up at the ceiling. The light warmth radiating off of the angel beside you soothed you as your vision came into focus.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Cas brushed a few rogue strands from your face. He gazed down at you with hooded eyes, slowly scanning up and down your form.

You furrowed your brow. “What?” You knew Cas loved you, and you loved him. But he was very different about showing it. You were more of the showing type, kisses, hugs, amazing sex. But Cas was different. He was definitely into showing his undying love, but he loved telling you too.

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