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HEAVENS Twitter Post!

So looks like HEAVENS said some things on the official HEAVENS twitter account so here are the translations!

I made you wait, angels! To bring you the best music, HE★VENS is here at your sight! I want our song and thoughts to resonate around the world.

I thank you…for your support. I am happy…that I can express…these words. Please take care of us…from here on out

Is everyone doing okay~☆ From here on out, we’re going to release a lot~ of information♪ so~don’t look away from Nagi…alright?

Our CD is going to be released this time around. I hope that this song is heard by many. I’ll do my best so that everyone can like it.

I feel amazing to meet you, angels! I’ll do my best to give you guys happiness and smiles!

We’ll show you something that goes past your imagination. Get ready to fully enjoy it. I won’t make you regret it.

We, HE★VENS shall send you a timbre of high quality, filled with love… And also, let us share the happiness among us…

anonymous asked:

could we get some shiro hc for when he's proposing to his s/o?? like what he's feeling, how he'll do it etc some fluffy feels are much appreciated

I’m crying rn bc I got to imagine Shiro proposing, thank you so much for this gift! Also, this is quite long because Shiro has a master plan and it involves everyone.

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So excited to show you all the first 360 VR short film FBE has ever made. WATCH NOW! https://goo.gl/GkCzcD Try Not To Cry Challenge reacted to by YouTubers! ...

For my absolute favorite Matpat moment I’m going to have to go off from the streams a bit here. His speech at the end of this video is short but honestly one of the most heartfelt things I’ve heard a youtuber say, and I respect him for it. Happy 13th day of the 22 Days of GTLive! (And Easter!)

anonymous asked:

Ok so clony request based off the scene where tony &clay are out to eat but clay won't eat his sandwich and tony calls him a child? But instead of it being about the tapes could it be they've gotten into an argument & tony said something that made clay pouty ?

I loved that scene, especially the fact that Clay was legit pouting like a child!

Hope you enjoyyyyyyy (:


“And what can I get you?” Clay looked up Skye, scanning his eyes over the menu before choosing a sandwhich and watching Skye scribble it down on her pad. “Coming right up.”

Clay smiled at her before turning back to Tony, leaning forward on the table to place his elbows on it. Tony chuckled, slipping his jacket off and placing it on the back of his chair before clearing his throat. “You know, elbows on the table is bad manners.”

Clay rolled his eyes before speaking. “Sorry, I didn’t realise I was dining with the queen.” Tony laughed at that, eyes sparkling. Clay loved to see Tony laugh, he could be so serious and intense that it was nice to see. It made him more normal, the way he would struggle to contain his laughter if Clay tripped or laugh loudly at a joke. His laugh was raw and real, everything Clay needed to reassure himself Tony wasn’t this god like person.

“I’m pretty sure you’re the princess in this relationship,” Tony grinned as Clay mocked hurt, bringing his hand up to his chest. Tony had a habit of doing that, teasing him with stupid pet names like sugar plum or honey bunches. But Clay kinda loved the serious moments where he’d call him babe or love, his heart breathing harder every time.

“I am not a princess thank you,” Clay raised his chin up a little, watching as Tony fiddle with a fork on the table, readjusting its position.

“Well you are pretty spoilt I guess,” Tony shrugged and Clay paused, looking at Tony oddly. Spoilt? He was so not spoilt, he thought as he leaned back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest, looking down at the floor. “Clay don’t start pouting.”

Clay felt his face grow grumpy as he glared at the floor, he was not spoilt! In comparison to Tony it might appear that way but that wasn’t spoilt. That was just different environment! He used to constantly reassure Tony that he didn’t think no different of him just because of the neighbourhood he lived in. Did that come across as stuck up? Oh god was he really trying to say Clay was stuck up?

He heard the clink of plates as they was placed in front of them, eyes trained on the table as he saw Tony’s hands immediately reach for the sandwhich. He had such nice ha- no! He had to stay grumpy, he was not spoilt!

“Clay,” Tony cleared his throat as Clay refused to look at him. “Don’t act like a child. Eat your sandwhich.” Tony pointed towards Clays plate, waiting for Clay to look up.

“Okay sure grandpa,” Clay rolled his eyes, “I am not spoilt!” He pouted, feeling his bottom lip push out of its own accord. He knew he was being childish but he couldn’t help it, he would hate if Tony thought of him as spoilt.

“Oh my god you actually thought I was being serious? Clay I don’t think your spoilt,” he urged as Clay slowly brought his eyes up to look at him. “If anything I’m the god damn one who spoils you,” Tony grinned and Clay couldn’t help but melt a little.

“I think you should say some more nice stuff to me so I can forgive you,” Clay picked up his sadnwhich, taking a bite out of it.

For the rest of the day Tony wouldn’t shut up, saying ridiculously nice things about Clay until the other physically had to shut him up by kissing him. And Tony laughed and did Clay mention?

He loved Tony’s laugh.


Short. It hopefully sweet! Thanks for the request! I am getting round to everyone’s, please don’t think I’m not! (:

Control Ch. 5

Phew, I can’t believe it’s out after all the crack posts from last night, this was so hard to write… anyway, throw me in that angst pit, gurl…this story is taking a whole new turn next week!

Hope you all like this, though!

“And what are C & R’s expectations with this new project, Mr. Han?”

“Well, I found out recently that cats are almost idolized in the internet. If you look at Youtube’s most watched videos of the day, there’s always at least one with a cat. So creating a cat social media, a space when cat lovers and cats can exchange experiences, felt natural and following what’s trending along the virtual space.”

“I see. C & R has been releasing more and more cat projects each month. Is there a special reason for that?”

“No particular reason. I just like to engage the company on fulfilling and entertaining projects.”

“Alright. Now let’s move on to some more personal questions, shall we?” Ugh… we shall not! “How do you see personal relationships in a work environment?”

“I try not to be too strict, since I believe worker’s productivity is not directly correlated with their personal relationships.”

“Interesting. So you believe that’s why RFA has been doing such a great job at hosting fundraisers and parties even with the end of your engagement?” Yes, Jumin knew exactly that’s where this reporter was trying to get.

“RFA isn’t only about me or the guest’ coordinator. It’s a work with a team formed by seven members. My personal relationships or… past personal relationships don’t really influence our work here.”

“And what about C & R? I heard she’s working here as an intern for publicity?”

“Yes, the agency I’m interning at has this project when we’re assigned to work for a few weeks in a real company, with real marketing and publicity campaigns. And C & R should be praised for engaging in this kind of project that allows internships on experiencing the work market at its fullest.” Your voice can finally be heard in the business room you set for the reporter to have an exclusive with C & R’s director.

Jumin doesn’t even look at you, but he knows what you’re trying to do. He wants to believe the reason you’re changing the subject is to do your job as a PR and put C & R in the spotlight rather than some employee’s personal life. Or… maybe you’re trying to avoid being in the spotlight yourself. Either way, you two are on the same side, at least for now.

“Yes, and I would like to talk more about C & R’s projects like this partnership with universities.” He says stoically.

“We can, later on. But right now, why don’t we talk more about personal matters? What do you have to say about rumors about your sexuality rising again after the end of your engagement?”

“I’ve never heard about those rumors.” Yes… he heard. But he cared for them as much as he did before you came along. The only difference was the constant reminder of you in his life.

“Well, there are rumors about you being gay, that’s why it didn’t work.”

“That’s not true.” He doesn’t need to look back to know you took you eyes out of the notes you were writing to pay attention on him. “I…”

“Mr. Han’s sexuality isn’t relevant on C & R’s projects. But since we’re on that topic, you should know C & R is one of the pioneer companies in the country implementing LGBTQ friendly guidelines, such as expanding benefits and health insurance to same gender couples and offering paying internships for transgender people. You can find more about it in an upcoming website we’re preparing.”

“Interesting, but…”

“I think you have enough material for a great story, and your editor will probably agree with me. Tell him MC sends regards.”

“Do you know my boss?”

“He’s a pretty famous editor, isn’t he? I think everybody knows him. Still… don’t forget to send him my regards, okay?” you smile sweetly. Jumin wonders how many fake smiles like this you can give on a day. How many of them were reserved just for him? “Well, your time is up.”

“Can I just have a few more questions?”

“Can he, Mr. Han?” you ask, looking straight at him. The way you address him as Mr. Han gives him an electric shiver.

“I’m afraid not. I have some business matters to go over right now.”

The reporter nods, getting up of his chair. Jumin notices how he quickly glances at you, waiting for you to walk him to the door. Oh… another fool impressed by your true cordiality and fake sweetness. Another idiot expecting too much from a woman who can’t give nothing more than lies and persuasive smiles.

“Why do I think the last part of that interview won’t be published due to some editor’s conflict of interest?” he asks you.

“Because you think too much. You’re thinking when you should be thanking me on saving your ass and bringing C & R to the 21st century with the LGBTQ guidelines. You’re welcome.”

“Is the editor your client, MC?” he asks, getting up and watching as you gather your tablet and notebook, getting ready to head out of the room.

“The list of my clients is a confidential matter that has nothing to do with RFA and this internship. So I see no point in talking about it. Now… can we talk about my performance as a PR so I can fill out this form and send to my boss?”

“I swear I have no idea what your boss was thinking when she assigned you to intern here.” He sighs, rubbing his eyes with his index and thumb.

“Me neither. But since it can’t be helped, we should extend your little promise on acting professional and not getting in the way of my work to this internship too.”

Oh… did you really have to mention that day when you cornered him in that hallway? The images from that day pop in his head, making him feel what he could describe probably as disgust. At himself, mostly. He signs the fill out form quickly and hands to you, catching a glimpse of a soft smile, maybe a true one? How many of these were directed only to him?

“Thank you. Oh, and if you need someone to work on that website I mentioned, I know someone who can help.”


“Hum… I was thinking about someone from college, but yeah… I guess you can ask Seven if it suits you.”

“Oh, I bet he suits you much better.” Your eyes lock to him. The same look he gave you after you slapped him in the break up night.

“And by that, you mean…?”

“I saw you two in his car after we… talked during that RFA gathering. It’s none of my business who you choose to lay down with, but…”

What is he talking about? Oh… that night, yeah…


“Don’t worry, I mean ride as in a lift… in my car.”

“Yes, I got it. My mind is not that much in the gutter, Seven.”

“Ouch! Okay… so uhm… are you okay?” that’s controversial…

“Yes. Why?”

“Just making sure you understood my reasons on voting for you to stay, even though it was against you will.”

“It’s fine. You just reminded I need to see thing in the bigger picture. Jumin and I are… insignificant comparing to what RFA can do for people. Thank you for stopping me and my selfish actions.”

“Don’t mention it. And you and Jumin aren’t insignificant, but I’m glad you two talked.”

“Well, uhm… to be honest, we didn’t talk much, but I guess you can say we find the common ground.”

“What do you mean, you didn’t talk? You were talking before I got here and right now, weren’t you?”

“Not exactly. We, uhm… had… sex?” yeah, that moment in the bathroom doesn’t really count as sex…

“Oh… oh, okay. Are you… are you okay? I mean… were you okay with…? Did you want or…?” oh god, what is he trying to insinuate.

“Yes, Seven. I… it was very… rough, but he didn’t… force himself on me or anything.” Maybe more on the other way around?

“Good. So I won’t judge, then.”

“Thank you. I know you never do, even when you… found out about…”

“You being a domme? Yeah… won’t judge either, it’s not like I have the most regular job in this group either, right?”

“I guess… thank you, Seven. I… must say I really misjudged you when I showed up in the chat room.”

“I’m pretty sure you didn’t. But don’t worry about that, MC. I’m just trying to make sure everything is bearable for you since none of this is your fault.”

“Well, it is sort of my fault. I shouldn’t have been naïve and trusted that hacker…”

“Ah yeah, the hacker…” he looks away as he is remembering something. “Anyway, can I drive you home?”

“No, thanks. I… I have another place to be at.”

“I see. Have a good day at work, then.” He smiles as he gets inside his car.


“I know I don’t owe you any explanation, but I didn’t even get inside his car that night.”

“I don’t really care, MC. You said yourself that there is no pointing on talking about subjects that don’t concern your internship or RFA.” He feels like smirking as he sees your frustrated expression, he really got you right now, didn’t he? “Just make sure you don’t break another RFA member’s heart with your lies and slaps when he founds about your little ‘job’ ” Again, the air quoting…

“Okay, you need to stop doing that. It is my job, not my ‘job’, okay? I paid for my studies with that, I paid for my house with that, I was going to pay for my wedding dress with that!”

“Things I would be more than glad to pay for you.”

“Yeah, take away my financial independence and what’s next, Jumin? Controlling what I can buy? What I can wear? What I can have? Controlling me? Like you were trying to do when you… trapped me?”

“I see we’re still fighting like six months ago and can’t pass through that.”

“Yes, I guess not.”

“Fair enough. Just answer me this, please.”


“Were you really planning on paying for the dress of our wedding with the filthy money you make out of hurting editors and corporate heirs?”

Unbelievable… he is unbelievable. For months you regretted and thought about what could you have done differently, that slap… the way you basically accusing him of wanting to hold you as hostage or something… right now, you regret everything you did from the beginning… like falling in love with him, in the first place.

Your phone rings, taking you aback. You clear your throat, realizing your voice as almost braking like you were about to cry. Cry for this man you’re no even sure you know anymore, so how everything he says make you feel this heavy pain?

“Seven, hi! Yeah, uhm… yes, I’m about to leave, actually. Really? Okay… I would love a ride, then. Okay, see you in ten minutes.” You gather your stuff. “The dress was the last thing I was buying with that money, I was going to retire from domming after we’d get married. See you tomorrow, Mr. Han.” and you smile as you walk out of the room.

Jumin contemplates the loneliness and silence after you leave. Yes… he was used to being lonely for most of his life, but there is a huge difference in being lonely by his own choice, and being lonely because somebody left him.

You left him. You left him that night, and you left him today, but you couldn’t just snap at him or humiliate him making him almost cum with the simple brushing of your fingers against his pants, no… you had to remark how he hurt you. How hurt you are, just as much as him.

And this was very cruel of you.

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Unwavering Devotion // Chap 1

I’m just gonna leave this here, yes, hi, excuse me, bent fic for me to unstress myself and write something silly and simple and trashy, excu se moi. 

Nothing much to say? Klance Flower Shop Au ft. Pining Keith, Bad In Comunication Lance and Teasing Older Brother Shiro! 

Ps; Sorry if Keith sounds OOC….but I don’t give a shh; this is my playtime fic.  A L S O; LONG POST.

Ps.2; Excuse any typos…and stuff. yeah. 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. 

The lonely half worn out rose lay on the wooden counter.

“Cough, cough.” It says in a high pitched voice, “I’m…I’m dying and I …will never see my beloved one last time.”

Suddenly, from the bottom of the counter, a small bluebell flower pops its head and shakes as it catches the sight of the fallen rose.

“My rose!” It shouts, voice deep and scratchy, “No! Who has done this! I will kill them all! I swear on my tiny life!”

“My bell…” Rose whispers in awe and hope, “My bell, you have come to delight me with your presence in my last seconds in this world, how noble.”

Bell shakes as if in disbelief, “No! Stop talking like that! You will survive! You - You have to –! There must be someth –!”

A sudden sharp agonized shout coming from Rose cuts it off abruptly and Bell watches in horror as another petal is ripped out from its lover.

“No…” Bell whispers terrified, “No!”

“The madman is back.” Rose whispers weakly, trying to rise up from the floor before flopping back limply, “Please….run, before he catches you, it’s too late for me.”

“But –!” Bell tries to protest but a big wide shadow suddenly takes over and both flowers just stay still as the threateningly figure of the pale hand hovers above them dangerously.

“I love you.” Rose whispers softly before the pale hand picks it up and starts pulling out its reminding dark weak petals, no longer holding its vivid red color it once had.

“No!” Bell cries out as it falls to the surface of the counter in defeat, watching in despair as its lover takes its last breath in the hands of a monster, “Goodbye…my rose.”


The nineteen years old jumps in surprise, his dark blue eyes wide in surprise as he drops both flowers in his hands and turns his head to meet his big brother’s unamused eyes.

“Uh…” He says incoherently, wiping the flowers behind his back off the counter to hide his play time, “Yeah, I’m working.”

Shiro snorts. “Sure, buddy. Bell says otherwise.”

Keith looks back at the counter and frowns when he notices that the Bluebell flower is hanging on the edge of it.

“You tattle tale.” He mumbles and Shiro laughs.

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anonymous asked:

You didn't know Kami and Katie were twins? I feel bad for kenz because she kind of gets outshined by both her younger siblings

No LOL I didn’t even realize there were 3 of them 😂😂😂😂 I don’t feel bad for Mackenzie at all she holds her own!! My favs don’t always place as well but I think they still shine in their dances, imo brighter that others, maybe the judges didn’t see it but I did. Mackenzie’s got something in her and the judges saw it or else she wouldn’t have broke top 10 tonight. And then some of it is just part of having a sibling, they excel in some stuff, doesn’t mean Mackenzie can’t improve. I’m sure she’s very motivated and happy for her sisters.

Teen Wolf x Reader x Supernatural

(Y/N) = Your Name (H/C) = Hair Color (E/C) = Eye Color (S/C) = Skin Color

Stiles wanted a normal life. Well, as normal as you could get with a werewolf best friend, a crush on a girl who was a banshee and being basically the only human out of all of your friends. But hey, he wasn’t one to complain. Well, he was. Sometimes. That’s not the point. The point is he wants one day where he can go to school, plan excuses for not having tomorrows homework in because of some pack crap (so he says yet he stays up late doing it), hate on every happy go lucky couple making out, then go home, read some comics, force his dad to eat healthy then sleep. In his life that’s a long shot but he can dream big. He huffed, shutting his locker harder than needed, poor thing wasn’t at fault.

“Honestly I will be fine.” He turned his attention, as did a few others in the hall, seeing a shorter girl sandwiched between two giants. Just looking at them freaked Stiles out a bit, they were huge. “It’s high school.”

“Exactly. Hell.” The shorter of the two men, which wasn’t short mind you, spoke, huffing and Stiles took note at how deep his voice was. A few of the popular beauty queens were checking them out, gossiping and giggling already.

“Dude,” The taller one groaned, “She’s a big girl she can handle it.”

The girl nodded at the freckled man who groaned at the double bitch face he was receiving. “Fine, but if remember the basic rules. No smoking pot, no underage drinking, if you want to party you can but be back by midnight and - ”

“And if a guy or girl tries to touch me fighting is self defense, blah blah blah you had explained this to me literally eleven times the way here.” She pulled the two to a stop a few feet from Stiles’ locker. “I get it, I love you guys. Now leave. I can handle myself.”

“(Y/N) - ”

“Now!” She rolled her (E/C) eyes, pushing the two lightly. The nodded, the taller one kissing her forehead before they walked out of the school, leaving the girl standing alone, holding a brown side bag. She looked around, locking eyes with Stiles and sending him a small smile. “Brothers right?”

He nodded mutely, not really knowing what to say when a pretty girl talked to him. She looked him over once and he was not ashamed to admit he was then very nervous of his last minute outfit throw together. “I like your shirt.” His shirt? What shirt? He looked down. Oh! Batman shirt.

“You like batman?”

“Is DC not one of, if not the best, comics I’ve read?”

“You’ve read comics?”

She scoffed. “A bit too much really. My brothers say I’m 45% comics 55% sarcasm.” She smirked slightly, “They forgot the 100% perfection but, I let by-gones be by-gones.” She looked down, “I’ve gotta get to the office. Nice meeting you - ?”

He was supposed to say something right? “Oh uh - S-Stiles.” He coughed, “Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski.”

She laughed a bit and holy shit did he hear a choir of Angels? “Nice to meet you 007. I’m (Y/N)…(L/N).” She waved, heading to the direction of the office.

He continued to stare after her, mesmerized by, not only by her features (he thought no one had clearer skin than Lydia Martin), but the outfit style, what he’s seen of her personality and -


He let out a screech, a manly one too, arms flailing a bit, hitting Scott, which hurt his hand, and clutched his chest, making eye contact with the puppy eyed were.

“The hell Scott you nearly killed me!”

“What were you staring at?”

He looked back to where he was looking. “I think I’m in love.”

Scott rolled his eyes playfully. “Everyone knows you’re a love sick puppy around Lydia buddy.” He pat his back, eyes furrowing in confusion when Stiles shook his head. “We’re not…talking about…Lydia? Strawberry blonde you’ve loved since third grade?” Stiles shook his head again, smiling sideways at his friend, saying nothing as he headed to class. “Wha - Stiles no! Don’t leave me hanging bro!”


“Alright class we have a new student, this is (Y/N) (L/N). She just moved here from Virginia Beach so let’s make her feel welcome.” Stiles could have laughed at the annoyed face (Y/N) was making behind the teachers back, stopping when he turned around. “You can pick an empty seat Ms. (L/N).”

She thanked him, making her way towards the back row where Stiles was sat near his little friend group - pack - clique, whatever it was called. “Hey 007.” She said, sitting herself down beside Stiles with a smile.

“Hello Ms. Perfection.” Did that sound too flirty? Oh God he bet it did. He was trying to be funny from earlier and oh God that look Scott and the others were giving him yup him and his big mouth and -

Was she laughing? Head fallen back laughing? “Glad someone seemed to have caught on to my full potential.” He smiled, relaxing a big back in his chair.

“So, you two know each other?” Bad puppy, no interrupting flirty time where Stiles made a pretty girl laugh.

Said pretty girl smiled brightly, looking back to him. “Yes, 007 here had to witness my overprotective brothers lecturing me about high school. And who might you be puppy?” She tilted her head, (H/C) hair falling onto her left shoulder.

“Oh uh - I’m Scott McCall.”

“Nice to meet you Scott.” She smiled, turning back around. Stiles and Scott made eye contact, Stiles smiling widely, tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth as he nodded a little, Scott rolling his eyes yet smiling at his friends antics.


“So how do you like Beacon Hills so far?” Honestly Stiles might be dreaming. A pretty girl, no scratch that, a gorgeous girl with (H/C) hair, big beautiful (E/C) eyes and flawless (S/C) skin was handing out with him at some little park, eating ice cream after school. Pinch him.

“It’s nice. Cute town, almost everyone I’ve met is nice. Though Lydia seems to hate me.”

“It’s just cause you’re really pretty I guess she feels threatened.” Did that come out of Stile’s mouth? Seriously? Pinch him. Please.

She laughed again, oh thank God she’s not giving him annoyed or creeped out looks. His phone beeps right as he goes to take a bite of his fudgcicle. Pulling it out, he sees a text from Derek.

‘Pack meeting. Be here. Now.’

He looked back up at (Y/N) who was attempting to walk across on old piece of wood, arms out at her sides. Of course the supernatural had to come ruin his…his… was this a date or hanging out? What was this?

“You look constipated. Are you lactose tolerant?” If he wasn’t so used to getting snuck up on he would have jumped. But he wasn’t used to being snuck up on yet so he did jump.

He shook his head laughing a bit. “No uh, my friend has an emergency and he needs me to come to his place so I uh, I gotta get going.” She nodded in understanding, hopping down from the wood to stand next to him, hand resting palm up as she stared at him. He raised an eyebrow, receiving an eye roll. “Give me your phone dumbass.”

Oh. “Oh!” He went to contacts and handed her his phone, she typed quickly before handing it back. ’(Y/N) The Bestest ;) ;)’ He laughed, stuffing in into his back pocket. “We should hang out again some time.”



“Yeah. Is that okay? After school? We could binge watch all the DC movies at your place.”

“I uh - yeah yeah!” His phone beeped again.

‘Stiles! Get your ass here now! - Derek’

'Derek seems super pissed dude hurry up - Scott’

“I gotta go. I’ll uh, see you tomorrow then!”

“See ya 007.”


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anonymous asked:

We’re studying in the library and there are two people very obviously fucking in the stacks and we keep sharing embarrassed glances - Ziam please

So this is slightly different than the prompt asked for, hope that’s okay. That seems to be a theme with me lately. Once again anon thank you for sending me all these amazing prompts. Hopefully I can write more later today and tomorrow

The library was Zayn’s safe place on campus, a place where he could be one with the books. Louis always made fun of him for it, even though he was partially the reason why Zayn found solace there. He could get lost in the silence of the massive building, books upon books to read. Any subject he had a question about, the answer was probably found in these old, dusty books. That was also why he was studying English as well. So many things to uncover and different ways of interpreting a single text. With maths and history answers were always concrete, you couldn’t fake your way through it. With English though, you could talk in circles and still make sense and get a passing grade. Right now was crunch time, midterms. Besides exams Zayn had three term papers to complete within the next two weeks. Louis complained that he could only study well in their room, so being the good friend that he is Zayn made his trek across the campus to his go to spot. Not that it bothered him anyway. He smiled at Niall who was manning the coffee cart outside the building, promising that he’d stop to see him after his study session. Niall was a good lad, supplied Zayn with endless amounts of caffeine during his late night cramming sessions.

He threw his bag in the table, hoping he didn’t crack the screen of his laptop. This table was his favorite, too. A secluded location on the top floor, right next to the floor to ceiling window that overlooked the art building. A building that stuck out like a sore thumb, the architecture of the building was a juxtaposition to the whole entire campus. Zayn understood it, he even thought of a minor in art history when he first enrolled. He could appreciate an abstract piece of art even when he didn’t fully understand it. He sighed as he unzipped his bag and pulled out his laptop and the book he needed to read for his English literature class. He needed to write a ten page paper comparing and contrasting female writers from the nineteenth century. Didn’t seem that hard, at least at first it didn’t. Zayn welcomed a challenge, it got his mind thinking in ways he wasn’t use to. He started up his laptop and opened up his Spotify, another perk of his isolated location. No one was around to be bothered by him playing music without using his headphones. The only other person on this floor was the student librarian, Liam. Zayn knew of Liam outside of the library, he was captain on the footie team, helping the school wins its first title in over twenty years. He was well known around campus without acting stuck up about it, which was a shock. Today he was stacking books in the back, his own headphones on as he pushed the book cart across the floor.

Half hour into his writing Zayn noticed Liam was back behind his desk, headphones now off. He wasn’t bothered by Zayn’s music seeing he clearly bobbing his head to Drake. It was comforting to know that he wasn’t disturbing anyone. He was typing fast, his brain filled with ideas and he was determined to get it all down before they got lost. He looked up when he saw someone from the corner of his eye, giving them a head nod as a greeting. They guy went down the Russian literature section that had Zayn internally groaning, that course was waiting for him next semester. He went back to writing, getting lost in his work once more. It felt good to feel this determined, to actually set a goal for himself and maybe being able to accomplish it. He was going to reward himself with a massive iced latte, with an extra shot of hazelnut as a treat. It was stupid but it was the little things that made Zayn work harder. His goal was to write five pages of one of his ten page papers and it looked like he was going to achieve his goal within the next hour. He had three and a half pages written, and hopefully written well. One and a half pages left to write and he was free until he dragged himself up here the next day to hopefully repeat today’s events.

“What the-?”

Zayn paused his typing at the sound of a groan. It was obviously loud enough that it was heard over both his typing and music. He looked around, hoping he wasn’t going crazy and hearing things. Liam was still behind his desk, typing on his own computer. Zayn stood up, stretched his arms above his head before walking over to Liam.

“Hey Zayn, what’s going on?” He asked.

“You okay?” Zayn asked, cocking his head to the right a little bit to size Liam up.

“Yeah,” he let out slowly, obviously confused over why the question was asked. “Are you?”

Zayn shook his head and smiled, now embarrassed. “S-sorry. I heard a noise and thought it was you but now I know it wasn’t and I feel incredibly stupid.”

“Don’t,” he told him, placing a hand on Zayn’s for the quick reassure. “You’ve been working for a long time, maybe you’re just getting tired.”

“True,” he laughed. “Five hours staring a screen maybe is a long time.”

Liam gave Zayn a reassuring, light hearted smile before Zayn walked back to his seat. He flipped open his reading material once more and tried to resume his writing. He was on a good roll and now he felt like it had lost it. His mojo was gone. His five page plan looked bleak, looked more like a four page plan. Which wasn’t a bad thing but Zayn didn’t want to be behind when he had so much to do in such a short period of time. He changed the music, maybe a mix up of things would get him going again. The room was now quiet, just the soft sound of Liam typing in the distance when Zayn heard the noise again. He quickly turned around at Liam who was looking at him with eyebrows raised. Okay so he wasn’t going crazy and hearing things. This time Liam walked from behind his desk and over to Zayn. He sat next to him and just waited. Waiting for what? Zayn had no idea but clearly Liam knew what he was waiting for. Sure enough, the noise could be heard again.

“Oh my god!” Liam gasped, trying to remain silent as he did so. “What the hell was that?”

“Is someone up here with us?” Zayn asked, turning off his music once more. “I’ve been so enthralled with my work that I don’t know if anyone is here.”

“I saw some guy like an hour ago,” Liam recalled. “Holy shit! Holy shit!”

“What! What!” Zayn asked, slapping Liam’s arm, hopefully getting some information out of him.

“A girl followed him up here a few minutes later,” he laughed. “Someone is having sex in the Russian literature section.”

“Pushkin gets me hot too,” Zayn joked, pushing his chair out slowly, hoping not to scrap it against the floor and make noise. He stood up and smiled down at Liam. “Come on.”

“What! No!” Liam told him. “Za-Zayn stop!”

“Come on, Leeyum,” he laughed, pulling gently on his arm. “Don’t you want to know who rudely interrupted our studying?”

“No, not really,” he replied, shaking his head. “Let’s leave them to their business and continue with ours. Okay?”

“No,” Zayn responded. “These people are not respecting the books. The books need to be respected, Liam.”

“Zayn,” Liam groaned and tried to stifle a laugh when the couple in the aisle made a similar noise. “They can’t be that much longer, yeah, so let’s just drop it.”

Zayn shook his head in dismay at Liam, how dare he just want to leave this alone. These people were clearly being disrespectful to not only Liam’s place of work but the books. The books! They couldn’t stick up for themselves so someone had to and that someone was going to be Zayn Malik. He tip toed as quietly as possible towards the shelves to catch these rude intruders. The first two shelves were clear, only six more to go. Once he approached the fourth he saw Liam sigh and give up to follow him. Good. It was better with a partner anyway. Someone to back up his story when he told Louis later. He kind of wished Louis was there with him, he’d be the first to jump out of his seat and help Zayn. Not for the respect part just because Louis was the biggest gossip he ever met.

“Welcome to the team,” Zayn greeted Liam with a smile. “Time to put these no good people in their place.”

“Oh yeah, you’ve got them shaking in their boots,” he replied dryly. “Totally going to scare them now.”

Zayn rolled his eyes and grabbed for Liam’s hand which was slightly clammy, probably nerves. They walked a few feet to the next shelf in silence, Zayn tried to hold his breath trying not make any unnecessary noise. The noise got louder and more aggressive, okay now Zayn was trying to suppress a laugh. This was all kind of a little bit ridiculous if he stopped to think about it. But he couldn’t stop to think about it now, these books demanded respect. He peeked at the next shelf and sure enough he had caught the assailants, going at it between ancient Russian romance novels and Russian history. How sexy. Zayn looked behind at Liam who was still shaking his head and rolling his eyes at him. His free hand was covering his mouth but it was evident that he was laughing behind his hand. The laugh lines by his eyes were a dead giveaway. Useless.

“Excuse me,” Zayn said harshly towards the couple.

The parted quickly, or as quickly as they could seeing the girl was kneeling on the carpeted floor.

“Can’t you find a room to do that in?” Zayn asked and stood square in front of the couple. The guy quickly trying to button his pants back up as the girls sheepishly stood up, wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand. “What you’re doing is not only rude but disrespectful.”

“Sorry bro,” the guy apologized, shocked at Zayn’s outburst. “Didn’t realize you’d be so against a quick blowie in the library.”

Zayn looked over at Liam and quickly pulled him closer. He wasn’t going to look like the asshole alone. “I don’t care where you get your jollies mate. Just don’t do that to the books.”

“Th-the books?” He gawked, running his hand through his hair. “You can’t be serious.”

“These books deserve better,” he explained. “These beautiful pieces of literature were not written so you can have a quickie amongst them.”

The girl looked over a her boyfriend and then at Liam, hoping someone could make sense of what was going on. “I-I’m sorry, but you’re upset over some books.”

“Some books,” Zayn scoffed looking over at Liam for some help, tightening his grip on their connected hands. “Please.”

“Ignore him,” Liam told the couple. “As you can tell he’s very passionate about this. Can you just umm, I don’t know. Finish this up somewhere else, okay?”

“Sorry bro,” the guy repeated, this time to Liam. He patted him on the back as he and his girlfriend passed by. “That goal to end the last season was sick man. Epically sick.”

“Thanks,” Liam took the compliment graciously with a tight smile. “Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

Zayn huffed at Liam, releasing their hands with a upset sound. He stomped back to his seat to collect his things. He was so upset over the couple and his lack of completed work that he was even considering not getting his iced latte after all. But hell, he deserved it. He had put up with enough crap today that he’d even give himself two shots on hazelnut.

“What’s wrong?” Liam asked once he caught up with a fast moving Zayn. “You can’t be that upset over some books.”

“Some books,” he scoffed and zipped up his bag. “You don’t get it Liam, do you?”

“Obviously not,” he laughed. “Look if it’s any consolation, these things rarely happen around here.”

“Liam,” Zayn began with a sigh and threw his heavy bag over his shoulder. “One day I want what I write to be on these shelves. I’m not mad at the kid getting off, more power to him honestly. It’s the principle of it all is it.”


“I don’t want my work to be thrown up on a shelf and be disregarded like these works are,” he continued to explain. “I respect the written word. And maybe that makes me a nerd or whatever but so be it. That’s just who I am I guess.”

“I can respect that,” Liam told him with an understanding nod of his head. “Don’t get it but I respect it.”

“Don’t you have something you’re so passionate about that it drives you insane?” He asked, his eyes wide and animated with emotion.

Liam stood in front of Zayn silent. He shuffled on his feet and visibly swallowed his nerves down. Honestly? Yeah, Liam did have something he was truly passionate about that drove him insane and it was Zayn. He all started at the beginning of the year. He’d watch him come to the library almost everyday and sit in his lonely section. Liam would just spend the whole time watching him as he studied, trying to find the courage to talk to him. He was attractive but that wasn’t what kept Liam feeling helpless. It was passion and his drive as he worked so hard at whatever he was working on. Zayn the English major with soft eyes and sharp cheekbones with black ink painting both his arms. He was breathtaking.


“Get coffee with me,” he blurted out.

“Wha-what?” Zayn asked, taken aback at Liam’s outburst.

“Get coffee with me,” he repeated boldly. “You want to know what I’m so passionate about then come get coffee with me and I’ll tell you. Just warning you that it’ll shock you.”

Zayn scoffed. “After today nothing is going to shock me.”

“Is that a yes then?” Liam asked, hoping it didn’t sound like he was begging.

“It’s a yes,” Zayn confirmed. “You’re buying though. And just to let you know I want a double shot of hazelnut.”

“I can do that,” Liam laughed. “Come on. Niall should be closing up soon and his cart is the only coffee I trust on campus.”

anonymous asked:

how would bts react if they were on a roadtrip or something sitting next to their crush and they accidentally fell asleep and woke up w their head laying on their crush's lap? (like their head had fallen onto their shoulder and it eventually fell down to their lap) thank you i love your writing!!

Namjoon: An awkward Namjoon is what you’re going to get if he wakes up with his head in your lap. He’ll sort of sit up straight away and clear his throat, scratch the back of his neck, and avoid eye contact because - oh god how did he end up in that position?!? Namjoon will sort of try to stay awake for the rest of the trip and you might not notice it, but everytime you two brush fingertips or shoulders, he’ll have a jolt run up his spine. 

Yoongi: If Yoongi falls asleep in your lap, he’s staying there forever. When he wakes up, a sleepy Yoongi won’t even know where he is but if he sees your face and puts two and two together he’ll just mumble out a “sorry, but can I stay here?”. You’re comfortable and cute, Yoongi’s two favorite things so this isn’t an opportunity he’s going to let go lightly. 

Jin: Waking up, he’ll see that he’s fallen asleep in your lap and it’ll embarrass him slightly so he’ll sit up and apologize for doing so. But Jin isn’t scared to ask, “is it ok to rest my head on your shoulder?” because hey if you let him doze off in your lap - then maybe dozing off on your shoulder is ok too, plus it’s more polite than going straight for the lap. If you agree, Jin will gladly rest his head on your shoulder and on your way back, he’ll offer that you sleep on his as a thank you in return. 

Hoseok: A sleepy Hoseok whose just woken up to find his head in your lap is a happy Hoseok. He’ll look up at you and wiggle his eyebrows like “ooo how did I end up here?”. He’ll make you laugh by being a little cheesy, but if you’re comfortable with his head in your lap like this Hoseok won’t complain and when you’re not looking he’ll receive all the greasy thumbs up from all the other members with a huge, proud smile. 

Jimin: Opening his eyes, he’d look up at you and sort of stare with a nice big smile, until he figures out he’s laying on your lap and that’s when the big blush comes on and a lot of stuttering apologies. Jimin would want to be suave in this situation, but in all honesty he’d become an embarrassed mess and hope that he didn’t freak you out by suddenly using your body like that with your permission. He’ll feel bad and won’t stop apologizing until you force him to. 

V: If V wakes up to see that he’s in your lap, he’ll smile and say something along the lines of “Is this a dream?”. Since he’s been graced with the ability to fall asleep in your lap, V will make himself very comfortable and keep his head their for the rest of the trip, seeing if you push him off or let him stay will encourage V to maybe give you his confession somewhere along the trip. 

Jungkook: A little disoriented, Jungkook would rub his eyes and sort of assume that he fell asleep on one of his hyungs, but when he looks up and sees that he’s in fact asleep on your lap, he might have a little freak out moment. His eyes will go wide and he’ll sit up really fast, sort of at a lose of what to say because he’s a little embarrassed. Flustered Jungkook won’t even be able to look you in the eyes, he’ll just sort of clear his throat and turn to face the window so you can’t see him blushing. 

rubyssapphie  asked:

Hc Professor Yugi forgets his contacts in a rush and Atem has to deal a whole day with Yugi in glasses and hes a blushing mess and jfc its adorable and Yugi is just so confused why Atems blushing and when did he have a fan club oh god

this is too beautiful

atem’s trying not to gush about yuugi in glasses, probably doesn’t say much more than a few sentences about it, but those few sentences are damning enough and his friends can’t help but tease him over it.

That scene was so crucial, in a way. It was crucial to almost kind of play it like a love scene, because it’s Andrew’s moment of realizing what it’s like to be loved by Fletcher. And so, as soon as that’s stolen away from him, he’s going to do anything he can to get it back. And that’s the sad, but sometimes motivating, kind of dynamic that can happen between an abusive teacher and a student, where that student will just dedicate themselves, night and day, to regaining that moment when the teacher smiled.
—  Damien Chazelle, on the Hallway Scene [x]
Pushing me, Pulling me. - Kyungsoo Scenario.




The smell of sweet cakes envelopes you as you potter around the kitchen, fussing over doughs and glazes as you flit from counter to counter. You’d been craving something sweet for days, and yet pay day was far on the horizon, so sweets from scratch had to do- not that you were complaining. You were a great cook, but today… today you were a bit too overzealous with the vast amount of sweets you’d been cooking. The phrase ‘your eyes are bigger than your stomach’ comes to your mind as you sweep your eyes over the counters, wiping your brow with your forearm- unknowingly sprinkling flour in your hair. A ruckus breaks the silence as a rabble of young men burst through the front door, chattering noisily as they kick their shoes off and make their way into the living room.

“Y/N-ah? Are you home?” Kyungsoo’s voice calls to you, closer than the other voices. A small thrill bubbles inside of you at the sound of your name on his lips.

“In here!” Just as you call, all noise stops; a definite cause for concern. You turn around to see the men trail into the kitchen one by one, led by Kyungsoo.

You stand with your hands on your hips, smirking amusedly as they ignore you presence and stare at the sweets around the room. “Yes? Can I help you?” Baekhyun shakes his head, your voice knocking him out of his trance as he bounces over to you and hangs onto your arms.

“For me? Please, Y/N-ah! Please, please please, please, plea-” You tap him across the shoulder with a folder up tea-towel and nod your head over to the fondant fancies.

“Knock yourself out.” You smile as he grins and skips across the kitchen. You pass out sweets amongst Chanyeol and Sehun as Kyungsoo pouts at you pleadingly.

“Wh- what about me?” His bottom lip protruding, making your knees weak. You tilt your head, fighting back a smirk.

“Nah, none for you- they’re all for us.” You jest, pointing at his chest, making him look down- flicking his nose as he does so, making him roll his eyes. Chanyeol chuckles from his place, leaning against the fridge.

“Wow, Y/N! These are the best you’ve ever made! Too bad, Kyungsoo! You shouldn’t have drank the last of the milk this morning…” Kyungsoo stays quiet for a moment, knowing fully well Chanyeol had drank the milk himself and sighs, fondling his car keys in his pocket.

“Fine…” He turns around and slumps off out the door. You twitch an eyebrow, gaze following him as he leaves. He’d normally have smacked Chanyeol or at least said something. You aim a suspicious look at Baekhyun and Chanyeol as Sehun sneaks off upstairs with armfuls of sweets.

“Okay, what did you guys do?” Baekhyun turns to you, mouth stuffed with bakewells, crumbs flying out as his speech is muffled.

“Uth? We didn’t do anythin’…” He smirks over to Chanyeol, who returns the expression. 

“Yeah, I mean, the usual, y’know? It’s not our fault his car keys slid under a lady’s skirt…” He scoffs, covering his mouth with his hand. Your eyes widen in surprise, a giggle escapes your lips. 

“Oh my god! He didn’t try to get them without asking… DID HE?!” Chanyeol grins and nods frantically.

“YES! She caught him when his hair touched her thigh! It was the funniest thing ever!” He claps, doubling over from laughter. Baekhyun grins.

“Can you remember her face? She was all, 'THAT AREA’S FOR MY HUSBAND AND HIS FRIEND, NOT YOU!’, our manager had to pay her to stay quiet!” He coughs, laughing, trying to get a piece of toffee down his throat. 

Your laughs mingle and sound throughout the kitchen for half an hour whilst you chatter about how Kyungsoo always managed to get himself in difficult situations and came out of them all the funnier- but it only made him more endearing to you. When he gets embarrassed, he always looks so adorable to you, he wouldn’t look you in the eye, but his cheeks would puff up to show his smile, and his lips would curl into the most inviting of features. 

You shake your head, knowing nothing could come from such thoughts- you were just friends, and that was all you’d be, mainly because you were too shy to say anything and face the chance of rejection.

The sound of the front door slamming takes you all by surprise as Kyungsoo stomps in and places the milk in front of Chanyeol with a thud, shooting daggers at him.

“Don’t drink it all at once this time.” You raise your eyebrows, exchanging a shocked look with Baekhyun. You tilt your head as Kyungsoo walks passed you.

“Hey, so did you see… I mean, do anything interesting today?” You smirk, testing him. He stops in his tracks and squints at you. He’s silent for a moment before glaring at Baekhyun and Chanyeol.

“You told her?!” The boys laugh behind you.

“IT WAS FUNNY! Y/N laughed, didn’t she, Baek?” Baekhyun nods quickly.

“Yuh huh! I think she’s kinda jealous of the woman though…” You snap your head around to scold him when Kyungsoo brushes passed you swiftly and grabs Baekhyun’s shirt.

“Enough.” His word is hard and cold, you rush over to them and try to break the tension.

“Yah, stop! He’s only kidding! He knows we’re not like that!” You cringe as he turns to face you, backing you into the corner of the kitchen counters, hovering over you.

“WHY?” His sudden shout catches you off guard, sending you into defensive mode at the switch of a button. You stand up straight and put your hands on your hips, the hint of a snarl in your voice.

“Excuse me? Don’t shout at me like that, what the fuck?” He sighs in frustration and speaks in a raised voice.

“Every time someone jokes about us, you always go out of your way to say we’re not, but when someone jokes about you and Baekhyun or Chanyeol, you just laugh it off and ignore it. What is it Y/N? Are we not as close as you and they are?!” He gestures towards the boys, who have become silent, staring at the rare scene of Kyungsoo losing his cool. You stutter as you try to find the words to answer back.

“Of- Of course we’re close!” His lips curl into a sour smile. Leaning on the surfaces you’re pinned up against.

“So I’m just repulsive to you then?” You frown, taken aback. 

“WHAT? OF COURSE NOT, YOU’RE GORGEOUS!” His face drops as he grits his teeth, taking a step back. You look down, the realisation of your words make your stomach drop, nausea rising, you can feel his gaze boring holes into your skin and it’s too much to handle. You push passed his arm and beeline towards your room. 

You bolt up the stairs and slam the door shut behind you, sliding down the door and pulling your knees up to your chest. You wrap your arms around the top of your knees and bury your face in the space in between. You could vaguely hear raised voices downstairs from the 3 men you’d left. You sigh, blocking them out by singing softly to yourself, tears rolling down your cheeks. Were they from the relief of your secret being out in the open, or the thought of Kyungsoo thinking he was repulsive to you? You groan and duck your head in your arms again, waiting for the sounds to stop.

You hear the soft padding of feet on wooden floorboards, growing louder as they come closer, followed by the soft tap on your door.

“Y/N?” Kyungsoo’s voice sounds gentle and familiar, sending warmth through you as you shuffle away from the door and crawl to sit against the opposite wall.

“Come in.” The crackle in your voice startles you slightly, you’d obviously been crying more than you’d realised. The door opens gently and Kyungsoo appears around it’s edge, looking around the room. A small smile appears on his lips when he spots you on the floor.

“Mind if I join you down there?” You shake your head as he closes the door behind him and sits next to you, brushing your shoulder as he gets comfortable, staring at the same spot you’re watching on the floor in front of you. The closeness sends your sensory awareness into overdrive, the feeling of his breath against your arm as he sighs, almost too much to bear. You sit like this for longer than you care to think about, focusing solely on him.

“I’m sorry.” You blurt out, causing him to look up at you, meeting your eyes with a steady gaze.

“Please don’t do it again, I don’t think I can bear it.” He says, feeling exposed. You blink at him.

“Don’t do what?” 

“Apologise for showing affection to me, it hurts me more than you know.” Your breath hitches and your eyes start the well. Adrenaline raises your bravery as you take his hand in yours, staring at your joined hands, keeping the image as a still in your memory.

“It’s not like that.” You say clearly, louder than you expect. He turns slightly, giving your hand a gentle squeeze as he speaks, almost pleadingly.

“Then what is it like?” You bite your lip and gauge his expression, why was he being like this? Did he want you to confess? You gulp, your internal argument showing strain on your face. He raises his free hand and smooths the furrow from your brows. You close your eyes and let your speech run wild.

“It couldn’t be further from the truth, Kyungsoo. I… for the longest time now I’ve felt this pull towards you that I’ve never felt before. The guys noticed and started teasing me about it so I… I pushed you away, denied it all- but it doesn’t work.” Your lip begins to tremble and you take a deep breath, carrying on. “I can’t get you out of my head, I’m so, so sorry I’ve made you think I thought those horrible things about you, I could never think those things about you. You’re perfect.” A tear escapes your eye and falls onto your joined hands, he pulls his hand free and you can’t find the courage to open your eyes. ‘Here comes the rejection.’ You whince. The sudden feeling of fingertips under your chin makes your eyes flutter open- Kyungsoo’s face inches from yours; smiling.

“All this time?” He asks, his eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips in quick succession. You nod, timidly, meeting his eyes. 

Slowly, he brings his face closer to yours, pausing every inch he comes closer, hesitating before you close the gap, bringing your lips together- his plush lips sending you into your own world as your eyes close, the sensation of tender pressure making your heart flutter like a humming bird.

He slides his hand from your chin and into your hair, pulling you closer to him as he brings his free hand to hold yours again- humming happily. After a few moments he breaks the kiss and rests his forehead on yours, speaking softly- your heart close to melting.

“Me too.”

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH I MADE MYSELF HAVE FEELINGS. Okay, I’m okay now. I swear. I like this scenario. I’m surprised at myself :’) I really hope you guys like it! D:

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Pillow Talk (Preference)


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You sighed at the annoying feeling of being woken up by a full bladder because you’re an irresponsible adult that needs to be reminded to use the bathroom before going to bed.

You untangled yourself from Dean, hearing him groan softly at the lack of your body next to his. You pressed your lips to his forehead sloppily before trudging along to the bathroom.

When you were done, you walked back to Dean’s bed to see him holding himself up on his elbows.

“Bathroom?” He asked.

You muttered something incoherent as you crawled back under the warm covers. He chuckled, laying back down and holding his arms out. You burrowed into him, nuzzling your face in his neck. You hummed your contentment as his arms caged around you and pressed you closer to him.

“You’re warm.” You murmured against his skin, your nose tracing his jawline. “And soft. Like a teddy bear.”

A low rumble was felt through him as he laughed. “A teddy bear?”

“You give the best cuddles.”

He replied by squeezing you him.

“But you’re my teddy bear. Got that?” You slurred, running a hand along his chest.

“All yours.” He replied, placing his hand over yours.

“Good.” You whispered, giving him a peck on the cheek. “I love you, Deanie.”

He chuckled, running a hand along your side. “Love you too, sweetheart.”


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It took an awful lot to get Sam drunk, but whenever he was, he was an absolute cutie.

Right now, he was currently laying across the bunker library table, singing to himself.

“Sammy! Come on, man, that’s a mahogany table!” Dean grumbled, trying to roll his brother off the table. He wouldn’t budge. “Get off!”

“No!” Sam stated, rolling onto his stomach.

Dean sighed, turning to you. “Damn it, Y/N, he’s one of those loopy drunks.”

You laughed. “At least he’s not an angry drunk.”

He squinted his eyes at you. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You laughed again, shrugging. You turned to your boyfriend that was now sitting up and staring up at the ceiling.

“Come on, baby. Let’s go to bed.” You said, taking his arm and pulling him off the table, which was not an easy task, by the way.

“But I’m not tired!” He protested, holding his grounds so you couldn’t move him. 

“Yeah you are, let’s go.” You muttered, trying your best to pull him. “Dean! Little help here.”

Dean rolled his eyes, walking up behind you and picking his brother up and throwing him over his shoulder. You were impressed by his ability to pick up a 6'5 man without much more that a small grunt.

“Let’s go, Sammy.” He groaned, carrying him up to his room. You followed closely behind, pretty much spotting Dean incase he fell over with the intoxicated Sam.

Once at your room, he dumped him on the bed, shagging his hair. “Goodnight, little bro.”

You smiled as Dean turned to you. “Goodnight.”

“Night, Dean.” You replied as he walked back to his room.

You looked over at Sam, who was on the bed, counting his fingers. His hair was in his face, blocking his eyes from you.

You smiled, walking over and sitting down on the bed in front of him. He looked up at you and grinned.

“Hi, beautiful.” He said sweetly like a ray of sunshine as he caught your eyes with his.

You couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter at his words. You smiled again, trying to hold it back as you unbuttoned his jeans.

“Hey! Buy me dinner first!” He slurred, poking you in the shoulder. You laughed, shaking your head.

“Sorry, baby. Do you want me to take off your jeans? So you can be comfortable?” You asked slowly, not wanting to violate him any more while he was in this state.

He nodded, moving his hips up so you can slide them off easily. You laughed at his game of thrones boxers, but peeled your eyes away from them to look up at his face again.

“Can I take off your flannel?” You asked, holding the piece of fabric in your fingers as you gestured to it. He nodded again, allowing you to strip him of his extra layers. He was like an onion. Lots of layers.

Once he was in his simple white shirt and boxers, you gently pushed him back to lay on the pillows. He moaned in protest, trying to sit back up, but you laughed and held him down.

“Time for bed!” You ordered, giving him your best stern look. He gave you the puppy eyes, making your face soften, but you still held your ground.

You reached over him to take off the lamp and darkness filled the room. He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You’re such a baby.” You laughed softly, pushing him playfully. “Come here.”

You pulled him into you with his head in the crook of your neck. It was an awkward position since he was much taller than you, but the two of you made it work with a little shifting around.

Your hand idly ran through his soft hair as you hummed lowly. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He sighed contently at the feeling of your fingers in his hair.

“God, Y/N, you’re amazing.” He whispered. “You’re so beautiful. And kind. And caring.”

You let out a small laugh, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“You’re the best thing ever, babe. God, I love you.”

Your breathing hitched in your throat at the sound of those words. He’s never said them before. Not when he was sober.

You couldn’t help the smile that snuck its way on your face as you held him closer to you.

“Goodnight, Sam.” You said softly.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

Listening to the steady beating of your heart and feeling your slow breaths, he fell asleep in your arms.

That morning, you woke up to find yourself tangled up in the sheets with your head somehow resting on Sam’s chest, rather than vice versa. It was still early as you could tell by the sun not shining through the closed curtains. You yawned, sitting up to see that Sam was awake, too.

“Good morning, Princess.” He said, giving you a small smile.

“Morning, baby.” You whispered, laying back down next to him and cuddling up to his side. He adjusted himself so that his hands were at your waist as he rolled you both over. He was hovering above you, his forehead pressed to yours.

You smiled, reaching up to give him a light peck on the lips. His face nuzzled into your neck as he gave it light nips.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered against your skin.

“For what?” You questioned, twisting your fingers through his hair.

“For having you take care of me last night. Sorry I’m such I lightweight drunk.” He chuckled, causing goosebumps to litter your skin.

You laughed. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re cute when you’re drunk.”

“Oh god, what did I do?” He groaned, trying to think back to last night. You laughed again, cupping his face in your hands.

“Don’t worry about it.” You giggled, pulling his face down to meet yours.

“Oh, and Sam?” You said against his lips. “I love you, too.”


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“Can you talk to me?” You whispered, looking up at the angel who was sitting up with his back on the headboard of your bed. “Until I fall asleep?”

He looked down at you and flashed a small smile. Sam and Dean didn’t know he was here. He would sneak in your room at night just to talk. You would tell him all about modern day while he’d tell you about his adventures in heaven. You two fell into a steady routine of late night talks and cuddles.

He held his arms out and you smiled, burrowing into his chest.

“What do you want me to talk about?” He hummed lowly.

You shrugged. “I don’t know. Tell me about something you love.”

He held you tighter, silent for a moment, probably piecing together his thoughts.

“I love how humans can… wholeheartedly love something. Whether it be a book, a place, another human…” He began. You smiled, looking up at him as he continued to speak.

“I love how you can see in their eyes how much they love something. They express their emotions through their pupils and they can’t object to it. It’s there. It’s obvious.”

Your eyelids felt heavy as you listened to his smooth voice. “I know what you mean.”

“I don’t get how a world can be so bad when they can love so passionately.” He said softly, stroking your hair. “You would think the two would balance each other out, but that’s sadly not the case.”

You stayed quiet for a moment, gathering the thoughts that were zooming around your head. “What do you love, Cas?”

He smiled, shaking his head.

“Come on, you gotta love something."  You urged on, sitting up in his arms and facing him.

He shrugged. "I love… being with you.”

You felt your heart flutter at the sound of his words.

“I love talking to you at night. Especially when you embrace me.” He said bashfully as he lowered his gaze from you.

You gave a small smile, raising his chin up to make him look at you. “I love this, too.”

Neighbor - Ravi

A little something inspired by a friend and also this post. :)

Until today, your experiences with Kim Wonshik had been few and far between.

When he moved in next door a few months ago, you thought he was cute right away. You arrived home from work and found him moving in boxes with a friend. He nodded and said hello and you replied, but that was all. You hardly got a look at him from behind a large box he was holding, but his voice was lower than most and he had these gentle puppy dog eyes that peered at you from over the box. Needless to say, your interest was piqued.

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Not this time

I know I’m late to the game on this one, but several people on tumblr asked me to continue my 100 word drabble on how Emma would discover it wasn’t really Killian. 

This is partly cocohook38 fault because they drew an epically angsty fan art of Killian tied up in Rumple’s basement (not in the good way :P.) Rumple’s way of ensuring Killian didn’t walk in while he was impersonating him… Given that premise obviously it will get a little violent before the end…

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“I come bearing coffee!”

“My hero,” Emma responded, glancing up from her paperwork with a grin. Killian placed the cup on her desk and she wrapped her fingers around it savoring the warmth. She took a small sip and grimaced. “How much sugar did you dump in this, Killian?”

“Not to your taste?” he asked.

“It’s like hummingbird nectar.”

“I thought you might like to try something… different.” His eyebrows furrowed.

“Maybe just stick with black next time,” she said, setting the cup down with a smile. His face remained troubled and Emma stood, moving around the desk that separated them. “Killian what’s wrong?”

“I’m fine, love. Relax. You fret too much.”

Emma raised her eyebrows. “I’m just worried about you,” she told him gently. “Killian I know I told you that you can tell me about Ursula on your own time… but just…don’t shut me out entirely. One corner of his lip raised slightly in a flicker of a chuckle.

"You don’t want to know that story, love. I’ve a different sort of reputation to uphold these days.”

“Your past doesn’t define you, Killian. Whatever you’ve done… that’s not who you are anymore. What matters is what you do now.”

“And what… makes you so sure, dear, that I’m not still that man?” She raised her hand to cup his cheek and he smiled flatly at her.

“I trust you,” she said with a small smile, moving forward to kiss him lightly.

He broke the kiss quickly then leaned in to kiss her forehead. “I have to go, love. Errands to run.”

Emma cocked her head to one side and he was already halfway out the door when she called out to him. “What about movie night, you said you could come.”

“Indeed, and I still can. I’ll be there, I have some things to deal with first.”

The door slammed open violently and Killian glanced up, blinking into the light. It was him again, Hook. Cold eyes and lips drawn into a tight venomous line.

“You lied to me, pirate.”

It wasn’t Hook, this wasn’t some time traveling adventure. Hook crossed the room in a few steps and by the time he knelt in front of Killian his features had melted into those of Rumpelstiltskin.

“Of course I bloody lied to you,” Killian murmured groggily.

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anonymous asked:

I just got off work, so I couldn't make the 6pm prompt deadline, but could I maybe request an MA-rated one? I saw a post about how Kristoff is canonically good with rope and I kind of wanna see how that would play out with him and Anna in the bedroom... I know I missed your deadline, so I totally understand if you can't do it! I love your fics! :)

Combined with “adorable morning after cuddling” (errr… kind of. Sort of. Ish)

Fair warning: you can read this, but I think it automatically guarantees you a trip to hell. Like, easily the smuttiest thing I’ve written for this fandom yet. Easily.

Aaaand it will probably be the longest thing I post tonight because it just completely got away from me.

“Crazy Trust Exercise”

(Kristanna, WC: 1,989, Rated: MA for really, really bad smut)

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