okay I'm going to sleep now I wanted to finish this and I definitely have now

spitfirechick  asked:

If you're taking prompts, could you do #83 from the "99 ways to say I love you" for NurseyDex please?

(sorry, this took me a little while! thanks for your patience!!)

83. “Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”

At first, all he means to do is knock on Chowder’s door and sleep on his floor. He’s done it before; it gives him time to think and vent if he needs to, and then by the morning he’s usually ready to apologize, as is Dex. But even if he’s not, he knows that his wonderful, amazing goalie friend will always let him stay a few hours longer, because he’s Chowder and he’s far too polite to kick Nursey out when he has no place else to go.

Who apologizes first depends on a number of things. Sometimes it’s Dex who taps once or twice on C’s door with an invitation to walk to Annie’s, hands fidgeting and tired eyes examining the floor. Other times it’s Nursey who slips a note under their door, lunch? or Walk me to class?, before slipping outside to wait for Dex on the front porch.

But this wasn’t like any fight they’d had before; this time, there was no ‘usually’ or ‘sometimes’ that applied. It wasn’t about money or gifts or parents. They hadn’t lost a game, neither had had a particularly bad day, and they had told everyone who mattered a month ago. Together.

This was two in the morning, running on empty, things you don’t mean but can’t take back, and yelling that woke up the entire Haus - even Chowder, who’s slept through more of their arguments than Nursey can count.

So when Dex suggests he leave (at the top of his lungs), Nursey doesn’t even bother grabbing a jacket, just brushes past a concerned Chowder, a cranky Bitty, a solemn Whiskey and a confused Tango and leaves. 

He walks. Where, he isn’t really paying attention, but he’s wide awake and he can’t stop himself from replaying their fight over and over in his head. He knows he messed up, knows he should’ve just gone to bed when Dex snapped at him. But as much as he could blame himself for not being the bigger person, Dex shouldn’t have taken it all out on him, and he knows that they’re both to blame for letting it get this far.

They’ll always be like this, Nursey thinks, too reactive for their own good. He’d try to be optimistic, convince himself that it’s lack of maturity, sleep, or any number of things, but by now he knows better. It’s frustrating, because while he loves a challenge (and what else is Dex, really, if not a challenge), he hates when Dex folds in on himself. There’s always that point in an argument when someone realizes they’re going to lose, but unfortunately for them, realizing that you’re going to lose does not mean conceding your point. Instead, they will inevitably get stuck in some endless loop of you’re wrong, I’m right, every time. 

The thing is, it’s no longer a challenge if there’s no way to win.

With a resigned sigh, Nursey drops down heavily onto a bench and pulls out his phone. 3:30, the screen seems to scream at him, and he runs a hand through his hair. He’s on the opposite side of campus, he realizes, a long way from the Haus and a longer way from Dex. He’s cold - it’s the middle of the night, but he’s wearing a long-sleeved tee and sweatpants and sitting on a metal bench. He can’t even remember what the fight was about anymore, he’s so tired, and the mere idea of hauling his ass back who knows how many miles makes his bones ache. He misses Dex. 

He contemplates calling him, but thinks better of it. Maybe Dex went back to sleep. He’d only be more irritable if Nursey woke him up, and besides, he definitely hasn’t cooled off as quickly as Nursey has. Nursey doesn’t know what he’d say, either. “Sorry,” maybe. “Are you still mad?” probably, even though he thinks he already knows the answer. 

Their first big argument as a couple, they had both agreed to part ways for the night. Nursey had attempted to sleep on the green couch, but couldn’t stop tossing and turning until Dex crept downstairs an hour later to join him. No apology, no notes under doors, and yet when they woke up plastered together the next morning, Nursey knew it was over. 

He clears his head and replays the argument again, pays attention to Dex’s words instead of the murderous glare he gave Nursey that planted a rock in the pit of his stomach. I don’t want to see you right now, Nurse. Just get out.

Nursey knows that “right now” does not mean “ever again.” If Dex meant “ever again,” he’d have said it; he’s not one to beat around the bush. But “get out” is something else. Nursey’s been analyzing tone and diction since he was in middle school, and he likes to think that since he decided to major in creative writing, he’s gotten pretty good at it. “Get out,” like everything else Dex says and does, is efficient and to the point. Go somewhere else. Leave. I don’t want you here.

“Get out” doesn’t come with an expiration date. There’s no implied later, like there is in “right now.” There’s no see you in the morning or but come back when you’re ready. When Nursey thinks about “I don’t want to see you right now” and “get out” in the same breath, he sees tomorrow night spent on his freshman year roommate’s couch. He sees the rest of the week there, too, a slowly growing pile of his things taking up space in the corner. A month goes by, and Dex decides he likes things better this way; he finally has the room to himself, and Nursey doesn’t get underfoot anymore. Two months, and Dex doesn’t need him at all.

Nursey fumbles for his phone so fast that he almost drops it onto the pavement. His hands are shaking as he searches for Dex’s contact and presses the little phone icon, holding his breath as the line rings in his ear. 

Dex doesn’t pick up.

Nursey lays the phone down delicately in his lap and stares at the empty black screen. He gets the message. “Get out” doesn’t mean “leave.” It means “leave me.”

And Nursey hadn’t even been paying enough attention to realize it until now.

He numbly picks up the phone again. If he and Dex are through, he should at least leave a voicemail to tell Dex that he can come by and pick up his stuff in the morning. He’ll stay with Noah, really, it’s not an issue. As he scrolls through his contacts again, he dimly remembers a Facebook post that showed Noah moving to an off-campus apartment with some other junior. Kyle? No, Tyler. He’ll ask if he can stay with them; they’d probably be grateful for the extra help with the rent, anyway. 

This time, Dex picks up, and he sounds wide awake. “Derek? Listen, I-”

“It’s okay, Will, I get it,” Nursey says and feels his chest contract, like his lungs can’t fill themselves up anymore. “'It’s not you, it’s me,’ right? Whatever, it’s chill, I can come by and get my stuff tomorrow morning, there’s these guys I know who have a place and I can probably room with them, I just wanted to tell you so you didn’t think I-”

“Wait, what are you talking about, 'it’s not you, it’s me?’ Why… Is this, are you moving out of the Haus?” Dex asks quietly.

“That’s what you said you wanted, isn’t it?” Nursey’s voice cracks at the end, and he hates himself for it.

“I-When did I say that? Oh my God, I didn’t actually say that, did I?” Instead of pleased, like Nursey was expecting, Dex sounds horrified.

“You didn’t have to, Will. I told you, it’s chill, I get it. I can call a few guys from the soccer team to help me with all the boxes, it won’t-”

“Derek, stop.” Nursey clamps his mouth shut so hard his teeth click together. “I don’t want you to move out.”

Nursey blinks. “You don’t?”

“No, I don’t. Of course I don’t.”

For some reason, maybe it’s the way the breeze whips around him just then or the way Dex says of course like Nursey’s made of glass, he breaks. He’s crying before he can stop himself, and then, like they do when he’s writing sometimes, the words just… fall out.

“Thank God, Will, because it was a stupid fight and I don’t even know what I’m supposed to be mad at you for anymore because I’m not mad at you, I promise, but I didn’t know if you were still mad at me and if you were then you definitely wouldn’t have wanted to talk and so I almost didn’t call but I was terrified, Will, and I miss you, and even if you want me to sleep on the couch or you still need space or you want to take a break, I don’t care, I’ll do anything, whatever you want, I just want to come home.”

“Derek - Wait, you left? Where are you?” Dex asks, concerned.

Nursey sniffs. “On a bench, by Faber.”

“Stay there, okay? I’m coming to get you,” Dex says, and Nursey hears shuffling in the background.

“Okay,” he breathes when the rustling dies down. A door slams, and then Dex sighs.

“Look, Nursey, about what I said before… I don’t want you to leave, and I don’t want to break up or take a break or any of that bullshit. I just… Fuck, I just needed some time to think and you know how shit I am at asking for that when I’m mad. I’m sorry. I’ll be there soon, okay? Don’t hang up,” he adds quickly. “You don’t have to say anything, just don’t hang up.”

“Okay,” Nursey says again, smaller this time. He takes a deep breath in and lets it out. “I don’t want any of that, either, and I’m sorry, too.”

“Good,” Dex says, and Nursey can hear his smile. “It’s gonna take more than some dumb fight to get rid of me, Nurse.”

Nursey grins, despite himself. “Will Poindexter, resident poet and sap.”

“You love it.”

“I do, but I love you more, so-”

“Wait, and I'm the sap?”

Nursey laughs, which makes Dex laugh, and soon they’re back to what they do best, Nursey and Dex, Derek and Will. They talk, bicker, make plans for tomorrow, and Nursey is just planning to tell Dex how much he loves him (again), but the line goes dead before he can say anything.

“No jacket? Jesus, Nurse, it’s gotta be thirty degrees out.”

Nursey’s head pops up so fast Dex is afraid he might have whiplash, but a second later Dex’s arms are full of him and his head is tucked into Dex’s neck, so he lets it go. “What if you catch a cold, you idiot?” He murmurs affectionately into Nursey’s hair. “What am I gonna do with you then?”

Nursey sighs and pulls Dex impossibly closer, but it’s punctuated by a shiver. “Don’t care, s'long as it means you’ll stay.”

“Of course,” Dex says, and it’s different this time. This time, it doesn’t feel like Nursey’s about to shatter; it feels like coming home.

Double Dimensional Dan

Welp, now that I’m effectively shook by phan in Singapore, let’s try this!!! 

Genre- Hella smutty 

Warnings- Some weird ass dancest 

Word Count- 1195

A/N- PLEASE SEND ME PROMPTS!!! Also I’m probably gonna make a ton of references to current events in this so have fun with that. By the way, I’m sorry for that title. I guess I just like alliterations way too much. 

HERE YA GO YOU SINNERS!


Dan was sleeping in his own bed tonight. He usually ended up in Phil’s bed, but with them moving and all, Phil ended up on the sofa and Dan ended up in his bed. It was a bit lonely there, but Dan eventually managed to fall asleep. He was in the middle of a particularly good dream about Phil when the sudden and tremendous pressure on his feet pulled him into reality.

Dan let out a yelp, finding a figure in the dark but a few inches from his face. He fumbled for his bedside lamp, eventually illuminating the room to find himself staring back at him. “What the hell?!”

“Uh… Hi!”

“Who the hell are you?!”

“I’m Daniel Howell.”

“So am I, but I go by Dan.” Dan was happy to have some slight clarification and difference between the two of them.

“So I’m really in another dimension?” Daniel looked around the room in wonder.

“Huh?”

“I’m a scientist. I finally finished creating a dimensional portal and came through. I ended up in this dimension and came here, since it’s where I live. There’s really not much different between our two Londons, or our two rooms even. What do you do?”

“I’m a YouTuber.”

“What’s a YouTube?”

Dan couldn’t imagine a dimension without YouTube. Worse even, a dimension where he never met Phil. “Well, I guess we’ve found out the difference between our two dimensions.”

Daniel shrugged Dan’s comment off. “What was that dream you were having?”

Dan blushed immediately, remembering the dream. He was dreaming of Phil. “You heard that?”

“Yeah?”

“How much?”

“Enough to know you’re pretty into whoever Phil is.” Daniel obviously wanted to know all he could about his alter-dimensional counterpart, and Dan was fairly confident he could trust himself to not leak any information. At least, not to this dimension.

“Phil’s my boyfriend. Also my flatmate. And my best friend. But the world only knows about the last two.”

“Ah. That would explain the whispered “fuck me daddy”.”

Dan blushed once again. “I guess you heard that too.”

“Odd. In my dimension, Dan Howell is pretty dominant.” Dan noticed his doppelganger glance down at the receding bulge that had formed under his sheets during his dreams. It was the elephant in the room up until this point, but that wouldn’t last long. “You know, I can take care of that for you.”

Dan was taken aback. “But you’re me!”

“So?” Dan took a moment to think. It definitely wouldn’t be the first time he’d fucked himself. In fact, it probably would have been what he’d have done to take care of this problem in the first place. Of course, that’s totally different. But it had to be better than just jacking off.

“Oh, what the hell.” Dan threw the sheets off of his torso. “Go for it.”

Daniel was giddy. “On all fours.”

“What? I thought you were just gonna like, suck me off or something?”

“I said all fours.” Dan sighed and did as he was told.  It was almost odd, hearing his own voice commanding him with such dominance. It was almost… hot. This was something Dan could get into.

Daniel was undressing, and Dan was starting to get impatient. Dan slept naked, so he had to wait for Daniel to undress while he was already naked. “C’monnnnnn!” Dan started nudging his counterpart with his ass, begging him to hurry up. Soon, Daniel was finally undressed, but that didn’t stop Dan. He ended up rubbing his ass all over Daniel’s now bare cock. Daniel, of course, didn’t bother to move out of the way. Both Dans were quite enjoying this.

“Got any lube?” Daniel asked once he was getting hard. Dan pointed him to his bedside stand. Both were glad to hear that existed in the other’s dimension. Daniel covered his fingers in lube and was about to stick one in Dan’s ass when the two heard the door open and both turned their heads to see who had entered.

“Dan, is everything okay in here? I got up to use the bathroom and saw your light was… WHAT THE HELL?!”

“Uh… Hi, Phil…”

Daniel interjected. “This is Phil?” He looked the black-haired boy up and down. “Good pick.”

“I have no clue how there are two Dans here, but I feel slightly offended being left out of this.” Phil was getting a bit of a bulge himself, which both the Dans noticed. Phil tossed off the boxers he was sleeping in and strode over to Dan’s bed. “You…”

Phil pointed blankly at Daniel, not even knowing the name of the boy he was about to fuck. “Daniel.”

“You two freak me out.” Phil took the lube out of Daniel’s hand and squeezed some into his own. “I didn’t say stop.” Daniel proceeded to begin fingering Dan’s ass, as he was going to before Phil walked in. He inserted two fingers immediately, and began scissoring them. All three of them were getting very eager.

Daniel quickly added another finger, pumping his fingers in and out for only a few seconds before they all gave in to the urge and Daniel prepared to penetrate Dan with his rock hard cock. Phil quickly bumped Daniel out of the way. “Hey, he’s my boyfriend. My turn.” Phil penetrated instead, leaving Daniel to move around to Dan’s front.

“Suck me off.” Dan gladly took his counterpart in his mouth, both sucking Daniel and being fucked by Phil at the same time. The three moved in a rhythmic triangle, Dan moving along with Phil’s thrusts and sucking along to the beat Phil was setting. Daniel was soon nearing orgasm, and pulled out of Dan’s mouth. He pushed Phil out of the way and the two switched. Daniel took Dan’s asshole, and Dan started sucking Phil off.

Daniel immediately started hitting Dan’s prostate, and Dan moaned, almost choking on Phil. Dan soon looked up at Phil with his deep chestnut eyes and backed away, giving him the ability to speak. “Daddy, I’m close!” Daniel looked up at Phil, feeling slightly left out, and gave a particularly hard thrust. Dan winced, and Phil looked down at the pained boy.

“Come untouched and finish me off.” Dan moaned, coming all over his bedsheets. Daniel came into him, and fell limp on the foot of Dan’s bed. Dan finished sucking Phil and swallowed his cum, both of them falling beside Daniel.

The three lay there helplessly for a few moments before Daniel finally stood up. “I guess I ought to be going back now. Thank you for the… Research.” He dressed himself, waved, and walked out of Dan’s room.

“I don’t know what that was or who he was, but it was definitely the weirdest hookup I’ve ever had.” Phil was confused and slightly concerned.

“I’m still waiting to wake up.”

“I don’t think you’re going to.” The two looked out Dan’s window to see the slightest gleams of the sunrise. Dan took Phil’s hand. Neither of them knew what had just happened, and they were both probably going to repress that memory. But as long as they had each other, it would all be okay.

AU for 12x11

Sam hasn’t been blackout drunk for a couple of years, not since the night that he got Dean back from demonhood and put away nearly an entire bottle of Jack. That time he woke up face down in his pillows, fully clothed with his dislocated shoulder shooting violent bolts of pain down his spine. This time, he comes to with the sky wheeling white above him, his clothes damp and his knees muddy and twigs and leaves in his hair. He sits up, hauls himself to his feet and staggers forward a dozen yards or so to emerge onto a jogging track, a woman in bright lycra thudding past with headphones in her ears. His legs are bruised and aching and his mind is… fuck, so foggy, a great roiling cloud of nothingness, and he has to stop thinking about that right fucking now if he wants to stay calm. He runs his hands through his hair, dislodging a beetle and a shower of debris, tries to straighten up his clothes. He finds his phone in his pocket, the screen shattered and dead. Great. But the next woman down the track has a guy alongside her, a personal trainer maybe, so Sam steps forward hoping that he won’t intimidate them both away.

“Hey,” he says, hoarse. “Can I – I’m sorry. Can I borrow your phone?” 

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If Jamie and Claire (and Wee Ian) could text: Jamie throws out his back in Drums of Autumn and they get it on in the lean-to Edition because why not (BOOK SPOILERS)
  • Claire: Jamie you've been out in the snow for far too long
  • Claire: are you alright?
  • Claire: Jamie?
  • Claire: Jamie Brigitta Fraser respond to me right this minute
  • >>Wee Ian Murray was added to the chat<<
  • Claire: Ian have you heard from you uncle??
  • Claire: he went out hunting and he's not responding to my demeaning jibes
  • Ian: omg!
  • Ian: are ye sure he's not just sleeping on the hunt and ignoring the texts?
  • Claire: god I hope so but you give it a go
  • Ian: Hey, Uncle, I bedded five different Tuscarora lassies at once last night, and they had me Tuscaroarin'
  • Claire: ohgoodlordIan
  • {{{crickets}}}
  • Ian: oh aye he's definitely not seeing these texts
  • Ian: I'm a half day away but I'll head your way now
  • Claire: I'm heading out into the snow to find him
  • Ian: be safe auntie
  • Ian: dress warmly
  • {{{two hours}}}
  • Claire: Jamie I found your trail but it went cold
  • Claire: PLEASE text me
  • Ian: borrowed a horse, will be there asap
  • Claire: of Course Jamie picks a bloody blizzard to disappear in
  • {{{one hour}}}
  • Claire: I will never forgive you if you got eaten by a wildcat or
  • Jamie: I'm alive
  • Claire: OH THANK GOD
  • Ian: WHEW
  • Ian: what happened??
  • Claire: WHERE ARE YOU??
  • Jamie: Threw out my back
  • Jamie: cannnamove
  • Claire: WHERE??
  • Jamie: those your thundering footsteps I hear
  • Tramping about?
  • Claire: DO NOT BITE THE HAND, BRIGITTA
  • Jamie: go down the hill and
  • To the left, my sun and stars
  • Jamie: halpthishurtssobad
  • {{{twenty minutes}}}
  • Claire: found him Ian
  • Claire: made a quick lean to
  • Claire: we're going to wait out the storm a bit
  • >>pings location on google maps <<
  • Claire: come find us and bring the horse as soon as you can
  • Ian: okay still three hours out
  • Ian: two hours out
  • Ian: one hour out
  • Ian: 30 mins
  • Ian: you guys okay?
  • Ian: why aren't you responding ?
  • Ian: okay I think I'm here
  • Ian: oh yeah I see the lean to at the bottom of this cliff
  • Ian: wait are you...
  • Ian: 😱
  • Ian: 😏 oh y'all NASTY
  • Ian: but also adorable
  • Ian: ❄️🎶baby it's collddddddd outttttsiiiiiiiiide🎶❄️
  • Ian: also not to be creepy but you guys have some moves
  • Ian: jaysus
  • Ian: I'm averting my eyes I swear
  • Ian: buuuuuuut first imma help set this #Mood a little better
  • >>incoming files:
  • Like_a_virgin.mp3
  • Missy_elliot_work it.mp3
  • boyz2men_ill_make_love_to_you.mp3
  • Ian: okay I've given you quite a range there
  • Ian: maybe run through all three and see how it goes
  • Ian: you guys do your thang
  • Ian: I'll just
  • Ian: oh wait
  • Ian: sounds like you're finishing up now
  • Ian: you didna get to use the playlist 😔
  • Ian: save for next time aye?
  • Ian: okay I'm guessing you'll be checking your phones in 3...2..:
  • Claire: IAN WHATEVERYOURMIDDLENAMESARE MURRAY
  • Jamie: FOR FUCKS ACTUAL SAKE IAN
  • Ian: well yeah that's the whole point!!
  • Jamie: WHAT IN GODS NAME POSSESSED YE
  • Ian: was just tryna be supportive!
  • Jamie: oh and that five lassies joke wasna AT ALL funny
  • Ian: oh aye. DEFINITELY was A joke.
  • Ian: ha
  • Jamie: Christyourmotherwilleviscerateme
  • Ian: so are we all finished or should I go take a lap?
  • Ian: dinna want the playlist to go to waste

ravnclaws  asked:

Hi, Rhiannon! I'd love to see what you do with Jily + #4! xx

‘blow my heart out’

#4: “If he’s going to treat you like shit I’m going to kick his ass.”

For some reason I actually have inspiration??? probs because I’m meant to be doing coursework, oops. Anyways, here ya go!

canon (sixth year)

“If he’s going to treat you like shit I’m going to kick his arse.” Marlene says loudly, too loudly.

Lily rolls her eyes, “He’s not going to treat me like shit.”

“Who’s going to treat you like shit, Evans?” Potter has appeared, of course, and Marlene smiles because that’s what she wanted.

“None of your business,” she says, trying not to look at him.

They’re on their way to Hogsmeade, the first trip of the new year, and Potter has jogged to catch up with him, abandoning the other Marauders several metres behind. They catch up now, Sirius scowling at James.

“If he’s going to treat you like shit it is!” Potter sounds indignant.

“Who’s treating her like shit?” Peter and Remus ask in unison.

“Davey Gudgeon,” Marlene supplies, ever the traitor.

Potter splutters. “Gudgeon? Davey Gudgeon?”

“Jealous?” Peter asks, because they all know it’s true. Except for Lily, who just speeds up.

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What I’m Proudest Of

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Lin-Manuel x Reader

Summary: You were his Eliza.

Note: (uses super vague summary so you have to go into this disaster fic BLIND) So, essentially I’m a monster and this is the outcome to that but @letsgiggletogether ENCOURAGED IT SO BLAME HER TOO.

Word Count: 4,247 (distant screaming)

TRY NOT TO HATE ME TOO MUCH

2 years before

“Babe, have you seen my journal?”

“Lin, I can see at least five journals from where I’m standing and three of them are definitely yours,” you snorted as you watched him scurry around the apartment.

“Okay, fair enough,” he said. “But like, I need it.”

“It’s the Eliza one, isn’t it?” you asked knowingly.

“Maybe,” he looked at you sheepishly.

“Last I saw it was in the pantry, god knows why,” you laughed.

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anonymous asked:

I'm feeling very tired right now, and my whole body hurts from stupid cramps 😭 Could you do a scene of Ethan taking care of the reader on her period? 💙

ahh! yes i can try to write this!! hopefully i get everything right, i hope you feel better bha and tysm! i’m slightly peeved because this is the second time this draft has been deleted, but i love the prompt,,

On Your Period

You’d felt horrible for the last couple of days, but this was the worst. You were curled up in a tight ball on your bed, trying to alleviate some of the pain in your abdomen. It felt like something was burning inside of you, and you hated every moment of it. You’d burrowed under your blanket, with a pillow on any side of you, your eyes screwed tightly with the absolute pain you were in.

You’d been trying to get some work done, but everything was blurring together because of the heated pain in your stomach, so your laptop was on your pillow while you laid in a mountain of blankets. It was going to be okay, you knew that, it just didn’t feel good now. However hard you concentrated on working, something was never quite right, and it was beginning to frustrate you how much time it took to do such simple tasks.

Of course, you also felt bad for Ethan, because you’d snapped at him earlier because all of your emotions are out of whack, but that isn’t a good excuse. You’d profusely apologized, both in person and over text, and he’d promised up and down that everything was fine and you were still absolutely adorable in his personal opinion.

Speaking of your boyfriend, he’s been working some pretty late nights lately, trying to get everything done. Some editing, some recording, some streaming; he’s been doing it all, and you love how passionate it is but wish that it didn’t have such a negative effect on his health. Everything felt really slow and syrupy in your head, but you’re sure he’s racing at a million miles a minute to try and finish everything.

Speak of the devil and he shall arrive; Ethan came walking into your shared bedroom as soon as you thought of him. “Hey, Y/N,” he grins, “mind if I lay with you for a little bit?”

“Hey, you,” you smile back, though you’re still hurting pretty bad. Ethan looks absolutely exhausted. “Did you stay up all night again? Come take a nap, love, you’ve earned it for sure.”

He comes over and lays beside you, on his back, but he keeps on making motions to hold you. You wouldn’t normally brush him off, but you really want to finish this project and you’ve felt so unproductive compared to him lately. Especially when he’s waking up early and going to sleep at the same time; his days are basically twenty hours long at some points, and you’re trying to discourage him from doing that.

Eventually, he gives up on making you give in, and instead hooks an arm under your hips and pulls you on top of him, linking his arms around your waist (and pulling all of the blankets with him) and, of course, trapping you.

“Ethan, I’m busy,” you try to complain. You really do make an effort to try to seem like you don’t care that he’s warm, or his skin is really soft against yours, or that he’s so nice and warm and his bare skin is like a heating pad on your stomach. You definitely try to ignore how cute his lips are, smiling at you, with his glasses falling down his nose and his bright blueberry hair so delightfully messy.

And you totally ignore the way he basically purrs when you scratch his head, and lean your head against his shoulder.

“You know exactly how to make me happy,” he giggles, and it’s priceless. “And I know exactly how to get you to relax for a change. I know I’m kind of a hypocrite, but you’ve been pushing yourself to do a lot while you’re hurting really bad.”

“I just want to try to be useful, instead of just a blob of attention-seeking and whining,” you pout in return, and he takes the opportunity to kiss you swiftly.

“But you’re not,” he insists, “you’re being what everybody should want to be, because you’re you, and I love you.”

“You really need to take a nap, Ethan. You’re practically slurring your words together trying to take care of me when you’re the baby blueberry.”

“Pfft,” he snorts in a little giggle, covering your face in kisses. “I’ll only sleep if you do, too. I have a hard time getting to bed without you.”

“Okay, just this once. I hope I don’t bleed all over you.”

“Ew,” he crinkles his nose.

“Hey, I could just lay next to you instead of on you.”

“I guess your bodily fluids are just a small price to pay to have you be comfortable for a change.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi!! Sorry to bother you but I'm feeling really down and stressed from work, is it possible if you do a scenario/GIF reactions of BTS getting worried or comforting their jagi when their jagi is feeling stressed and is working really hard that she is about to go crazy?? Thank you so much, it means a lot to me~ (((o(*゚▽゚*)o)))

Yes Of course! I hope you feel better soon, I’ll send lots of love <3 Thank you for the request

BTS Reaction When They Are Worried About You (You Are Stressing)

Jin:
“Jagi! Put that pen down right now!”
“J-Jin?” you say as he slaps the pen somewhere in the room< “You’re taking a break whether you like it or not!”
“But this is due and-”
“Shh” He would say while using his finger to cover your lips. “How about a nice walk in the park, then we’ll go grab something to eat, we’ll go to that special place that I know you love and i’ll give you lots of kisses. Okay?”
You smiled at his offer, “Okay Jin, Thank you”

Originally posted by vminv

RapMon:
“Hey baby, did you need help with that?” He says, looking over your shoulder onto the screen in front of you.
“Oh! Umm.. No Namjoon that’s okay.”
“Are you sure? You’ve been looking really tired lately. I’m getting a bit worried. How about you go and take a nap and let your boyfriend spoil you for a bit?”
“But Namjoon… I need to finish this.”
“That’s why i’ll do it for you. Here, move over. Explain the concept and I’ll get to it right away. I should be done in the next few hours, then i’ll come and wake you up in my sweet kisses”

Originally posted by bishujin

Jimin:
“Jagi~” He says, rubbing your shoulders in small circles, “Let’s cuddle~” You want to ease into his arms and cuddle him as well, but you knew that this was already overdue and that you couldn’t risk another day. “Jimin, not today. Sorry but I have to finish this now. Maybe later?”
He pouts at you and it makes you want to give in. He then kisses you by surprise. You pull away and look at him. You notice his eyes are full of love, then he panics, “I-I’m sorry! I-I Honestly didn’t know what I was doing! I just really wanted to kiss you and-” You interrupt him with another kiss, “Jiminie, baby” His pupils dilated at your words. “I love you lots, but please let me finish. I promise that we can do whatever you want afterwards” You say, giving him a wink. His thoughts were now going crazy and he didn’t want to wait much longer, “P-Please hurry jagi.. I don’t think I’ll be able to handle myself much longer..” He fidgeted

Originally posted by b4ngt4nboys

Suga:
“Baby~ Aren’t you going to go to bed yet?”
“Nope, I think it’ll be another all-nighter for me tonight.”
He tightly grabbed onto your shoulders, “Baby.. Please. I don’t want to see you like this. You’re not eating as much, you’re not getting enough sleep. I care about you a lot so please come and sleep now. I’ll go to your work and talk to the guy putting you under all this stress. it hurts to see you like this” He suddenly grabs your hand, “Now it’s time to sleep, okay?”

Originally posted by pangguk

V:
“Jagi jagi jagi! Come here!”
You slowly get out of your chair and you felt your head get heavy. You bump into a few walls before stopping. You almost fell over but Taehyung caught you in his arms. “Oh my god are you okay?! Jagi? Jagi Wake up please!”
You slowly open your eyes to see Taehyung’s worried face, almost crying. “Thank goodness!” He said hugging you close. “I almost died! You have definitely been overworking yourself. Please, take a sick day tomorrow, I’ll take care of you, just don’t ever do this to me again, okay?”

Originally posted by vminv

J-Hope:
You were working on a project when suddenly Hobi comes up behind you and hugs you. “I’m home jagi~ Did you miss me?”
You giggled a bit and it surprised you. You only felt lots of happiness when your boyfriend was around. “oh Jagi~ Won’t you hug me back?” He says, pampering kisses around your face, “Not now Hobi” You smiled, “I got some stuff to do”
“Pleaseeeee”
“Hobi"
“JAGIIIIIII PLEASEEE”
“Hoseok”
“PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND YOU NEED A BREAK”
“Huhhhhhhh, Fine. Only because you’re so needy. But 10 minutes, okay?”

Originally posted by iyeols

Jungkook:
He would be pretty worried and would be asking you  lot of questions. “Do you need something? Are you tired? Are you hungry?”
“Jungkook, please. Some peace and quiet. You’re bothering me too much and I need to get this done.” A sad look grows onto his face as he leaves the room. You finish up one section and you realize it’s too quiet. You didn’t hear the usual quick steps from running around the house. You opened the door, “Kookie? Are you there?” You saw his figure on the couch and he was huddled up into a ball, his face on a pillow. You went up behind the couch, he was sniffling and you heard him talking to himself, “S-she doesn’t hate you. She just needed the space. She doesn’t hate you, S-she loves you.. She… She loves me right..?”
You walk over to him and kiss him on the cheek. He jumps back in shock, “Of course I love you. You’re my Kookie” You smile. His eyes widen, “I’m sorry for being mean earlier. I didn’t mean to make you worry like that” He stifles the need to touch you because he knows you’re not done. “I was just so stressed with all my work and-” you stop mid sentence when you realize Jungkook is fidgeting in his seat. You open up your arms wide and smile, “Come here”
He jumps into your arms and squeezes you to death, “Thank goodness! I thought you hated me! I love you too y/n”

Originally posted by vminv

Hope you liked! This took a lot longer than expected because I was interrupted by the TV xD Thanks!
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  • <p> <b></b> 221B Baker Street<p/><b>Molly:</b> *yawns* As much as I want to stay and continue refereeing your game of Operations, I've just finished a double shift. *yawns again while packing her bag.<p/><b>John:</b> Of course, Molly. You should go home and rest now. Do you want me to call you a cab?<p/><b>Molly:</b> No, thank you. I'd rather commute rather than risk falling asleep in a cab. *yawns* It was a lovely dinner, thank you for inviting me.<p/><b>Rosie:</b> *being all cute and wide-eyed* Don't go yet, Aunt Molly!<p/><b>Molly:</b> *strokes Rosie's blonde curls* I'm sorry darling. I am too tired to play. I promise we'll play lots and lots next time. *yawns again*<p/><b>Rosie:</b> *activating full blown cuteness power* But you don hafta goooooooooo.<p/><b>John:</b> Rosie, Aunt Molly needs to go home and sleep now. You can play with her next time.<p/><b>Rosie:</b> But daddy, she don hafta goooo. She can sleep in her room.<p/><b>John:</b> Rosie, that's the reason why Aunt Molly have to go home now. So she can sleep in her room.<p/><b>Rosie:</b> *cute pout in full force* But she can sleep heeeere. In her room.<p/><b>John:</b> Sweetheart, Aunt Molly's room is in her house and she has to go home to sleep there.<p/><b>Rosie:</b> *does her little stomping dance when adults don't listen* Nooooo, Aunt Molly's room is here. *turns around and points out* Her room is there. *points to Sherlock's bedroom.<p/><b>John:</b> *patiently* Sweetheart, that's Uncle Sherlock's bedroom.<p/><b>Rosie:</b> *still in full force cuteness mode* Well it's Aunt Molly's room too. I saw her sleeping there many times!<p/><b>John:</b> *confused* What?<p/><b>Rosie:</b> Yeah! Sometimes I forgot what comes after Lithum or magmasum so I go to Uncle Sherlock's room and look at the pretty picture and then Aunt Molly is there sleeping!<p/><b>John:</b> *turns from his innocent daughter to his previous room mate who had been silent all this time* What? Does Molly sleep over here sometimes?<p/><b>Sherlock:</b> *nonchalant* More than sometimes actually. *Stands up and approaches Molly who has been practically sleeping while standing all through the rest of the conversation* Also, she does more than sleep in there.*Smirks at John before swiping the almost asleep pathologist off her feet* Well...'we' do more than sleep in there but you don't need to know the details. *carries the already asleep pathologist to his room.<p/><b>John:</b> *utterly confused and clueless again for the nth time of his life.* What?!<p/><b>Sherlock:</b> Also, remind me to buy new locks. *kicks his bedroom door close*<p/><b></b> John *Still not processing things, turns to look at his daughter* What?<p/><b>Rosie:</b> *rolling her eyes at silly daddy* I tolds you daddy, Aunt Molly has a room here! *points again to Sherlock's room*<p/><b>John:</b> *realization finally dawns* Okay, that's it. *turns to grab his daughter for a hasty exit.* We are going home and we're gonna talk about why you should knock before opening doors, okay Rosie? Because you definitely have to start knocking in Uncle Sherlock and...well, Aunt Molly's *What?!?* room from now on.<p/><b></b> *whispers to himself* And me too.<p/></p>
Tips on studying for procrastinators

Okay since i’m taking my finals finished them, I thought I make a post like this for lazy ass people like me who procrastinates and then regrets it but they can’t do anything about it cuz their time is running OUT.  

.  swap your book to the most easygoing friend you have that you adore and tell them to write inside jokes, positive messages, basically anything on the first pages of every unit/lesson. Make them write such thing at least once in every unit/lesson. Do the same for them; once you’re studying and you’re freaking out, I assure you even the sight of their handwriting will make you calm down and will definitely put you at ease.

NOTE: now if you don’t have any easygoing friend available, write things like that yourself, I SWEAR IT STILL WORKS

well not as effective but it still does, though if you’re writing things like that yourself, try including positive messages and compliments more and not jokes because it probably sounds boring since you already know the joke  (also writing compliments about yourself does not mean you have a high ego or something, even if the compliments aren’t ‘true’ JUST DO IT) 

* If you’re really freaking out because dayum you’re low on time and you can’t concentrate because of stressing out , call the easygoing friend I just talked about and talk ONLY for 15 minutes. I don’t care if you’re warming up, I don’t care if you don’t wanna study (who does?) and I don’t care if you’ve just entered a juicy gossip. THAT IS THE RULE. Anyway… Talk to your friend and ask them which lesson are they in, if they are as much of a master of procrastination as you, you’d be like “OMG YOU’RE AT LESSON ONE TOO?? LMAOOO SAAME” and then y'all would just laugh about it and then say bye and feel pitiful and start studying and shit.

*  Write the number of the lessons/units you have on a piece of paper from 1 to x

When you start lesson/unit one, cross out 1 on that paper even if you just started.

That kinda pushes you to finish it cuz you’re like what the hell I crossed lesson one already, might as well get on with it and finish it.

when you’re nearly finishing lesson 1 cross out 2…  aaaand the routine goes on.

*  Now here comes the ultimate life hack:

Okay… This is unhealthy bUT this would do well if the thing you’re studying isn’t going through your head and its night already and you’re IN A HORRIBLE SITUATION AND IT’S ALL JUST F*CKED UP.

My advice: stop panicking. Go. To. Sleep.

I don’t care if it’s 8, (the sooner you go to sleep, the better actually)!

Since you need at least 7-8 hours of beauty sleep, you’ll be lucky if it is actually 8. Trust me

Now first you gotta;

Set your alarm at the time you want (2 to 4 am if you haven’t studied that much)

Hey! I’ve done it hundreds of times btw, and as you can see (since I posted this right now) I’M ALIVE and NOT DEAD, not getting that much sleep for one night will not kill you since you’re desperate.

To make you feel better about your situation: I once slept at 12 and woke up at 2 for biology, AND THERE WAS A FREAKING WEDDING CEREMONY IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD AND THEY PARTIED THE WHOLE TIME I WANTED TO SLEEP (omg this is so f*cked up it kinda doesn’t sound real)

*  Okay, if you can’t sleep, since we agreed you need to sleep at least at 8 or 9 PM, 

-drink some warm milk/hot chocolate

Ask your parents/siblings to keep it quiet (okay if its siblings you probably need to beg)

While you’re laying down and cannot sleep, think it this way that you have two options; “if I can’t fucking sleep, then I need to study” you would weirdly realize how tired you are after that and decide to sleep anyway.

Also, imagine your most boring teacher singing you a lullaby or you know, like, just imagine them talking

* Now about how to actually WAKE up in early morning (alSO not healthy) 

Put your worst ringtone that you hate it with your guts

Like if you wanna wake up at 3 am, put your alarm at 2:50 am or something so you could put it on snooze a bit (snooze must not be more than 5 min)

Think about your school and the exam you have and remember how little time you have and how you could sleep after school.

freaking DRAG yourself and turn on the light

Go to your fridge and eat something cold and yummy

Drink cold water

Wash your face with cold water

* Good things about reading early morning:

Your house is probably dead silent (the only sound might be the snoring of a family member but it’ll still be pretty silent )

Since you’re sleepy and you just wanna finish and go to sleep, also you’re stressed , your mind can only focus on ONE thing and it doesn’t wander on not-so-important subjects

Since you slept, you can memories and understand better.

* If you rather study at night do the following things to keep yourself awake:

Drink tea or coffee

Run around a bit, just like exercise and move very fast

Slap yourself???

Wash your face with cold water

((I sound like general of a weird ass military but honestly these work just fine))

 If you’re on tumblr and reading this RN and you have an exam tomorrow…


BUD


 

YOU CAN DO IT


EVEN IF YOU DO FUCK IT UP, YOU TRIED YOUR BEST RIGHT? now if you didnt, that's actually something you need to work on.

 

i'm gonna add some other tricks once i remember them. if you’re still reading this—TF ARE YOU STILL READING THIS FOR???? GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE AND FINISH THAT F*CKER TO SHOW PEOPLE WHO’S DA BOSS

… Or you know, just try not fail the exam/test. That also works

anonymous asked:

god bless you and your scenarios!!🙌😭 since you're really one of the best scenarios blog,, i'm going to request a Namjoon scenario where he always change like one day he's the perfect boyfriend and then the next day he acts like you're nothing to him? and you have enough of it so you decide to pack some stuff to take a break of him (?¿) but he try to stop you? since my english isnt that great i dont know if it makes sense ://

Originally posted by jeonjam

OMG, thank you so much!!! I really hope I don’t disappoint. This scenario makes great sense, and I definitely wouldn’t have thought of it by myself. Thank you for the request~

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He was ignoring you again today. Namjoon didn’t even seem to notice that you were alive, and it was starting to become more and more reoccurring as of recently. Some day’s he’d been good, he’d make dinner, set a bath for you and even told you he loved you. But for the past week or so, he’d been rude, cold and when you went out together he wouldn’t even look at you.

What was up with him? This was definitely not usual behavior for someone like Namjoon. He was so kind and gentle. For a few days, you’d thought maybe he was having a rough time at work. As of lately, you knew it wasn’t that. 

He arrived home later today, causing you to worry a little. You’d had no idea where he’d been, and he wasn’t calling you. Dinner had been waiting for over 2 hours, because you thought he’d be happy to know it was finished early.

He walked right past the kitchen, not even sparing a glance in your direction. You felt your feelings falter a little, disappointed that he was still acting cold.

“Namjoonah,” you called. There was no reply, so you went over to the living room where he’d walked. He’d turned on the TV, and crashed on the sofa. Feeling angry, you went in front of the TV and blocked his view.

“Why didn’t you call if you were going to be late? I made dinner, it’s cold now.”

He shrugged, motioning with his hand for you to move out of the way. You didn’t.

“Can you move? I’m trying to watch TV.”

“What’s with you? You’ve been acting so terrible lately.”

He sat up, irritated with your accusation. “What’s with this? You’re annoying.”

“Okay,” you nodded your head. “I’m annoying.”

Walking off, Namjoon laid back down and  picked up the remote. You went to the room you both shared, taking a bag from under the bed and throwing a few clothes into it. For the past few day’s you’d been wondering if it was best to leave him. He wasn’t acting like himself, so you were honestly fed up with it.

Slinging the bag over your shoulder, you took your phone out of your bag and whisked through your contacts.

“What are you doing with that bag?” Namjoon came through the door, leaning on the frame. You whirled around, pressing your moms contact.

“Leaving.” You murmured simply, holding the phone up to your ear. His eyes flickered with emotion for a moment, before snatching your phone out of your hands and ending the unanswered call.

“Namjoon, what the hell? Why do you care now?” You threw your bag down, and he opened it up, dumping out the contents of the bag and placing them back in the proper place.

“Don’t leave,” he stood up, holding his arms out as if he were going to hug you.

“No, no, no. Do you even know how you’ve been acting? I want a break.”

“Let’s not go there. I’m just so tired, I thought you would understand… I’m sorry. I was taking everything out on you and-”

You cut him off. “Just save it. Of course I understand you, of all people. How long have we been together? 4 years, Namjoon. 4. You never act like this. Not once in 4 years!”

“I’m worn out!” He raised his voice, causing you to flinch in uneasiness. “Taking care of a job and relationship is hard!”

“Trust me, I know! Don’t think we’re not in the same position.” You snapped stuffing things back into the empty bag on the floor. You took your phone back, deciding not to call your mom until you were away from Namjoon.

“This break will be good. If you’re having a hard time taking care of our relationship, then how about not having one to take care of at all? I’ll call you, when I want to come back.” You slipped past him, walking towards the front door. You opened the door, about to leave. When you were sure you’d have a clean break for now, Namjoon closed the door after you.

He leaned against it, crossing his arms tightly across his chest. “Don’t leave.”

“Come on, why can’t you see what I’m getting at? I’m literally giving you the freedom to do whatever you want. Go sleep with a girl or two, find out what you want. I feel like you don’t even want to be in this relationship, so why are you trying to save it?”

Namjoon slammed his fist against the door, and you pulled his hand down back to his side. “You’re telling me to go sleep with other girls? Do you even hear yourself? Does this mean you’re going to go sleep with other guys? I don’t want the freedom to do whatever I want! Let’s just talk about this for awhile.”

You gave in, following him to the sofa and sitting at one end while he sat on the other. Placing your bag down by your feet, you looked at your hands in your lap.

“Lately I’ve been a shitty person, I know. I have no excuses at all. I’m a bad boyfriend, and I’m sorry. (Y/N)ah, I know I won’t be able to make you feel better, but please don’t leave. We can work on this together. Why do we need to spend time apart? I don’t want to see other girls. I want you, you’re all I want.”

You looked over at him, sighing loudly. “Why don’t you act like you want me, then? What’s your problem? I want to help you, Namjoon. I want to make you feel better, but I can’t if you don’t tell me.”

“I’ll be fine. I promise to tell you the next time I’m not okay.” He leaned closer to you, holding out a hopeful hand. You placed your hand in his, and he squeezed it tightly.

iskysolo  asked:

i jusT FINISHED THE MARTIAN AND IS SO GOOD I'M GLAD YOU TOLD ME TO READ IT I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE MOVIE OH GOD I SHIP BETH AND CHRIS SO HARD, SO FUCKING HARD AND THEY ARE SEB AND KATE AND THEY ARE GONNA BE SO CUTE I HOPE THEY PUT THAT SUPER CUTE KISS BEFORE HE GOES OUT THAT WOULD BE SO FUCKING IENFIWFNIWNEOQEIWJWU WRITE ME A FANFIC

Yaaaay! I’m glad you liked it, Beth! And… Welcome to the johanbeck mini fandom :’) ~ Here, have some fluffy fanfic after a press conference about the Watney issue. 

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Seems Perfect

“I want pizza. You want pizza? I miss pizza”

“Okay, darling. I pay”

“No! I pay! It was on you yesterday and so, this time i’m giving the money. And If you say no one more time, I swear to god, Dr. Bossy Beck, you sleep with the cat”

“… I’m allergic, remember?”

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Midnight Tea


Summary:
 Dan has a cough and can’t sleep.  Phil takes care of him and calms him down when Dan begins freaking out.

Word Count: 800

Genre: Comforting, platonic fluff

Phil woke up to the sound of harsh coughing.  He  sighed softly.  Him and Dan had just returned from America and they were both jet lagged and tired.  They had flown in early that morning, and surprisingly had managed to stay awake all day.

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Nico and Will go to Venice. I like to imagine Hades payed for them or something. As a birthday gift to Nico maybe.
Nico is scared of flying, they mostly have fun. Nico wants to go to his childhood house and is overwhelmed by memories. They also share a kiss in the rain.
Solangelo one shot? I’m not sure, it turned out longer than I expected it to.
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‘I still don’t understand why I can’t just shadow-travel us there. It’s so much easier.’, Nico groaned, waiting in line to get onto the airplane. Will was standing next to him with a stupid grin plastered on his face. His golden curls were moving up and down. He hadn’t been able to sit still all day long. He turned to face Nico and his blue eyes glimmered with excitement.

‘Because I’m a child of the sun-god. So obviously shadows are bad for my energy. Yours too for that matter. And I want to be in top form for our trip. We can’t risk one of us fainting suddenly and ruining everything. I want this to be perfect.’

‘Yeah, yeah.’, Nico waved him off. Will had a point and they already had this conversation and they had both decided it would be better to go by plane. That didn’t stop Nico from being nervous, though. He had never flown a plane before, mostly because he’d been born in a time people didn’t actually do that, but also because of his relationship with Zeus. ‘I know. I’m just nervous, I guess.’

‘I know you are.’, Will put his arm around Nico’s shoulder and pulled him close to him. He pulled him in a hug and put his head on top of Nico’s black hair. ‘It’s not as scary as you think, though. It’ll be alright.’

Nico let himself get lost in the warmth of Will’s arms and the way Will smelled. He smelled like spring and sunlight and summer rain after a hot day and Will. It was a smell he would forever associate with safety and happiness. He found it crazy to think how being in Will’s arms could calm all his fears and make him feel like nothing could go wrong.

The line moved and Will let Nico go so they were able to move. It  didn’t take long for them to be able to enter the plane. They had seats somewhere in the middle. There was one seat left next to the aisle, but it stayed unoccupied which Nico was very thankful for. It was bad enough to fly, he didn’t need some stranger sitting far too close to him. Will was seated next to the window. Nico took a deep breath and tried to calm down by looking at the boy next to him. Will was excitedly looking around. His eyes scanned the plane and then he started carefully reading the instructions on the seat in front of them. Nico rolled his eyes. Of course Will would read those. He was probably the only one on the whole plane who did.

‘Don’t roll your eyes, Sunshine’, Will said without taking his eyes of the text in front of him. ‘This is important information. They don’t put it there for nothing. You should read it too.’ He glanced at Nico side-ways, his eyes serious.

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I'm Not Tired! (You x iKON B.I)
can i request for b.i scenario? where he would still spend time with you even though he have not sleep yesterday composing new song and practicing. fluffy please?****************************************************“Hey! You said you wouldn’t be late!”“I’m sorry! I missed the first bus! I’m…10 minutes away!”“You’re lucky I like you, Kim Hanbin! Hurry up!” You toss your cell phone on your bed, folding your arms and checking out the room one more time. Movies? Check. Popcorn? Check. That weird carrot-shaped pillow thing that Hanbin liked? Check. Everything was perfect. Now all you were missing was… Ding-ding. “You’re late.” You sniff in mock anger as Hanbin kisses you on the cheek, dropping his bag and shoes by the door. “I’m here now.” He corrects you with you a small smirk. “Sorry. Yunhyeong needed some help finishing up a track, so I missed the seven o'clock bus.” You frown. “You were at practice? I thought you said you had the day off.” “Um, I was supposed to.” He smiles guiltily. “But I’m off now! I have to show my new music to the producers on Monday, so I needed to finish it today.” You look at him dubiously, but brush it off as he pulls off his beanie and settles on the floor. Honestly, Hanbin worked way too hard. As the leader of iKON, there wasn’t a single moment where he ever just took some time for himself. He always devoted it to the other members, or the producers, or other artists…or you. Sometimes he made you feel bad about wanting him to yourself when so many other people seemed to need him. But today, he was yours. You’d picked out a ton of movies for him to pick from, and there were take-out menus from every restaurant in town for the two of you to order from scattered across the floor. Since Hanbin had become the leader, the two of you had become a different kind of couple. You didn’t want to go on extravagant dates, or ask him to take you to restaurants or amusement parks. Most of your relationship consisted of texting, phone calls, and video calls when he was able. To have some time together like this felt better than going out somewhere fancy ever would. “What are we watching?” Hanbin flops on to the couch, patting the spot beside him. “Whatever you want.” You grin.  “Really?” “Yeah.” You laugh, punching him in the arm. “Why are you so surprised?” He smiles sheepishly. “Well, I was expecting a romantic comedy or something…” You blush. Even though the two of you were close, it was hard for you to watch romantic movies around him. He got shy easily, and so did you, so most of the time you just didn’t bother. “Of course not you!” You stammer. “I don’t care what you pick as long as it isn’t scary!” Hanbin ends up picking an action movie (something you’d seen four times already) and settles in with a pillow. You leave and come back with popcorn, and the two of squeeze together on the couch, turning off the lights. About halfway through the movie, your stomach begins to growl lightly, and Hanbin notices, laughing. “I think it’s time to order something to eat.” You blush lightly, grabbing the menus. “What do you feel like? I’m buying.” “Black bean noodles.” He says decisively. “I can’t even remember the last time I had them!” “Noodles it is.” You nod, picking up your phone to call. Hanbin motions to the bathroom, and you wave him away while the phone rings. “Yes, I’ll have to order of black bean noodles. Um…no, I don’t want to make it a set. But please add some kimchi, please. Call me when it arrives and I’ll come down. The building is locked at this time. Okay, that’s fine. Thank you.” You hang up the phone and stretch out on the couch, not bothering to get comfortable. The restaurant prided themselves on delivering in twenty minutes or less, and true to their word, they ring the doorbell about ten minutes later. You artfully arrange the food on the floor. Was laying out a blanket and calling it a picnic was too…cheesy? Where was Hanbin anyway. You’d ordered at least thirty minutes ago, and it seemed embarrassing to knock on the door and ask him to come out. But the food was starting to cool off, and soon, it definitely wouldn’t taste as good anymore. You make up your mind and knock on the door. “Hanbin-ah…are you okay? The food is ready, so you should come and eat.” No answer. “Hanbin-ah? Hanbin? Yah, Kim Hanbin!” You knock on the door, and there’s still no answer. What if something was wrong? The light is on, though, and he still hasn’t come out. You test the doorknob, shaking it lightly, and finally twisting it. It was locked. There was no way you were going to be able to break it down by yourself! Maybe if I pick the lock? You look at the doorknob. Your landlord had given you a key, but that was months ago. Where would that key be now? You run to the kitchen and dig through the drawers, but the key is no where to be found. There is a screwdriver underneath some dishtowels, so you just make up your mind to use that. It takes some effort, and you’re 99% sure that you’ve actually broken the lock, but it clicks and the door swings open. Hanbin is on the floor, head resting in his arms, eyes closed. “Yah, Kim Hanbin!” You kneel down next to him  and shake him. Nothing. “KIM HANBIN!” You shout, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. What was wrong with him? “Wake up!” “What? What?” His eyes flicker open, and he looks at you in alarm. “What?” He blinks hard, looking around. “I think I fell asleep.” “In the bathroom?” You ask incredulously.  “Sorry.” He smiles sheepishly. He observes the screwdriver, and the broken door, looking at you. “Why did you do that?” “Because you couldn’t hear me!” You snap, sitting back on your heels. “i thought something was wrong!” The panic turns into relief, and you’re a little ashamed about the fact that you’re crying. You’re not angry…it’s just… “Hey, I’m sorry.” He squats in front of you. “I didn’t mean to make you worry. I honestly haven’t slept in a few days.” “Hanbin! When do you take a break?” He shrugs, rubbing his eyes. “I have so much work to finish. I just kind of rest between practices and stuff.” Suddenly you feel bad for being upset at him. “Let’s just forget about it, okay?” You sigh, getting to your feet. “I’m hungry, so let’s eat.” He follows you to the living room, and the two of you eat in relative quiet as the movie plays. He takes his spot beside you on the couch, but you pull his head into your lap, turning the volume down on the television. “You should sleep.” You say, pulling off his hat and running your fingers through his hair.  “No!” He protests, raising up. “I came here to spend time with you.” “Yah!” You scold him lightly. “You can’t even stay awake.” You point out. “I know you have to be back at practice a 6 AM, so listen to me just once this time, okay?” He frowns, but lets you pull him back down. “When your girlfriend lets you sleep in her lap, you should do it.” He breaks out in a dimpled smile. “Okay.” ~~~ When you open your eyes, the first light of the day is streaming through the curtains, and you’re stretched out on the couch, with Hanbin no where to be seen. “Hanbin-ah!” You sit up and call for him, and he comes from the kitchen with a cup of coffee in his hand. “Good morning.” He smiles, laughing at the way your hair sticks up.  “Don’t laugh at me.” You whine. “How long have you been awake?” “An hour, maybe?” He says. “I have to go back soon." You look at the clock. It was a quarter to five. "Can’t you stay with me a little longer?” You sigh, knowing well that he can’t. “I wish.” He wraps you in a hug. “But I did manage to fix the lock on the bathroom door, so don’t worry about that.” You laugh, shaking your head. “I’ll come back over when I’m not so tired.” He whispers an apology. “I’m sorry about last night.” “Don’t be.” You smile. “It’s okay. Work hard, Hanbin-ah.” *******************************************************Scenario end~ What did you guys think? It’s only my second iKON scenario, and it’s B.I again! I hope I did okay~ >.< But I got a request for it, so I was happy to do it! Ugh, I like doing iKON requests so much haha >.< Then next next one will probably be Bobby! ~Jjangpanda

sebjpeg  asked:

bucky barnes + 35 !! :- ))

35: “So uh. I noticed you’re kinda naked. Is that intentional, or… ?”

A/N: I literally sat here unable to find a way to start it because I was so busy watching Seb/Lance. I should probably add the gif last now

Modern!Bucky AU

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“James, I really think you shoul–” 

You were forced to stop when he bent forward and pressed the tip of his forefinger against your lips, grinning lazily with flushed features, and he bent even closer. You leaned as far as you could in your bar stool without touching the guy behind you and you could smell the alcohol on Bucky’s tongue as he hovered inches away.

“Darling,” he drawled, “I’ve wanted to say something to you for a very long time…”

His fingertip slid away from your lips and you tried again, “Buck, I think you should ease up on the tequila.” Bucky ignored your statement and rested his hand on your leg, the warmth from his fingers spreading a fire up your spine.

“I love you.”

You were completely caught off guard and stared at your best friend of five years, trying to make sense if he meant it in the way you thought he did. Bucky only watched you for what seemed like ages and you finally forced words from your mouth, anything to ease the stretch of silence between the both of you.

“I think I should get you to bed,” you said slowly, grabbing his hands and leading him up off the bar stool. 

He was steady on his feet, luckily, and you reached into the pocket of his jeans to pull out his wallet, turning back to the bar to handle the tab. Bucky kept a hold of your hand and laced your fingers, his thumb stroking your knuckles as the bartender took his card and moved away to run it through. 

Bucky certainly wasn’t as drunk as you thought, but the glassy look in his eyes and the rose tinting his sharp features said he was still a little more than buzzed. You met his gaze and thought back to what he admitted, still confused over the statement, and a handsome smile spread over his face. 

Bucky said lowly, “I’m going to treat you so well, darling.”

You couldn’t say anything in return because the bartender came back with a receipt and a pen, as well as Bucky’s card. Bucky didn’t release you from his grasp and you did your best to sign with your non-dominant hand, apologizing to the tender, before you took his card and pushed it into his pocket.

“Let’s go home, Bucky.”

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Bucky sobered up the slightest on the cab ride to his place and was able to unlock his front door, allowing you to pass through before he locked it behind the both of you.

You turned and Bucky cupped your face in his hands, the action surprising you and drawing a gasp that only allowed him to kiss you. You were frozen as Bucky pulled you flush against him and deepened the kiss that you slowly responded to. He tasted like alcohol and mint, his tongue hot against your own as you unraveled, and Bucky groaned softly when you slid your arms around his neck. His hands traveled to your hips and his thumbs slipped under the hem of your shirt, softly caressing your skin while you combed your fingers through the short, silken strands of his hair.

Bucky pulled away slightly and his lips brushed against your open mouth as he said, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

You slid your hands over his shoulders and pressed your palms against his hard chest, forcing him to step back and away from you. Bucky’s brow furrowed and you told him, “You’re drunk, James. This isn’t–I’ll make sure you get to bed alright and then I’ll leave, okay?”

He nodded his head slightly and you lead the way into his bedroom, opening up his dresser to grab him a pair of briefs and baggy grey sweats. You could hear him move around behind you and when you turned your gaze immediately registered he was completely free of clothing.

“Holy shit,” you breathed. Your eyes dropped from his face and went to the impressive erection he had, but you forced yourself to look anywhere but at him. Your heart racing in your chest.

You swallowed, “So, uh.. I noticed you’re kinda naked. Is that intentional, or…?

Bucky stepped forward and you panicked, shoving the clothes into his chest before you bolted into the bathroom and closed the door. You pressed your back against the frame and tried to catch a breath, staring wildly at the glass shower door and comprehending everything that had happened in the past hour.

Bucky admitting he loved you was not in a “friendly” way, but definitely as more. The kiss was also boggling and the fact you gave in so easily made a whole new wave of emotions rise up that you never realized you had until tonight, emotions that would make you return those three words with a proclamation of your own. Then, you had just seen Bucky naked. 

That was something entirely on its own and the image of all of him was burned into your brain. It wasn’t a bad image at all which only forced you to groan softly and bury your face into your hands.

“What the hell is going on..?” you asked yourself quietly.

You stayed in the bathroom and gathered your bearings, now seated on the toilet lid and massaging your temples. It must’ve been ten minutes after the incident and a soft knock came from the door, making you lift your head and eye the crack under the white-painted wood to see the shadow of Bucky.

“You okay?” Bucky’s voice flitted from the other side of the frame, laced with worry.

You sat up and replied, “Y-Yeah, I’m okay…”

It was quite for a few moments and Bucky finally said, “I put on the clothes you gave me, so I uh.. I think it’s safe to come out.”

You got up and opened the door slightly, seeing Bucky’s head lift up. He mustered a small smile and you knew he had sobered tremendously, the guilt in his blue eyes only making you push the door all the way open and sigh.

“I don’t think I can explain everything, but I’m sorry, darling.”

You nodded and reassured, “It’s okay, Buck. I think I might crash on the couch..”

“You know you can take the bed, I can sleep on the couch,” Bucky pointed out, letting you pass him and move into his room. He leaned against his dresser while you took a seat on his neatly made bed, not quite meeting his eye.

“You too,” you said softly.

“What?” Bucky tilted his head, crossing his arms over his bare chest.

You spoke up, “I love you too.”

“I think we should… both go to bed.”

You agreed, going to deal with everything that happened in the morning, but for now you asked Bucky to lay down with you in his bed and allowed the beat of his heart beneath your ear to lull you to sleep.


Calum honestly didn’t know what to do; he’s never felt this way before. He loves you. Actually, scratch that. He’s in love with you, and it terrifies him. How does just one girl have this kind of effect on him?

He’s not one to just blurt out the words. They’re too special; they have too much meaning to him to be said just any time, but he knows that you know how he feels even if he doesn’t say the three words that make his chest feel tighter and his breaths become shorter.

He can’t help but feel little bursts of anxiety creep up on him when he realises that you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him, and he can’t bear the thought of losing you. That’s when reality hits him and all his insecurities poke at his sides. He’s literally thousands of miles away from you; practically halfway across the world. What if you just decided that you didn’t want this anymore? What if you were sick of him not being there? What if someone better came and swept you off your feet? He couldn’t help but think of the worst scenarios possible.

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anonymous asked:

Shikatema 6. Please. I'm a good person and I just need more of my OTP. Please, just please.

RATED: M?

A/N: Sorry that this took a little bit long! I was so excited when I got this ask, especially when it was on ShikaTema so I think I kind of went overboard? I really enjoyed writing it and I hope you will enjoy reading it!

“Is there a reason you’re naked on my bed?”

 Temari giggled seductively with half of her face covered under the dark gray blanket that only belonged to her boyfriend of one year. She gestured the wet man to come forth with a finger, her eyes full of desire, “Don’t play dumb with me now, Shikamaru,” the young Sabaku purred. “You know exactly why I’m on your bed with no clothes on.”

The younger male sighed, not exactly hiding the excited smirk that had formed on his lips as he fixed the towel that was draped around his torso. He decided he wanted to tease her a little more. “Actually, I don’t know… Temari,” he mocked. “And since I don’t sleep on my bed ‘naked,’ I’m gonna go get dressed.”

The Nara’s smirk only widened upon hearing his girlfriend’s displeased grunt that came from behind as he made his way towards the closet. Her frolicsome attitude had always made her seem so much younger than he was, especially when she was two years older. He adored her nevertheless.

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@catxnoir I wrote you a thing because I cannot actually replace your lungs. The working title was “hap birth: sorry your lungs suck” and honestly I’m just keeping it that way

You always say you want more Tikki and well. Hope you like it you nerd

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Fic: Some Things Are More Important

muffinbuttblainers prompted: BLAINE HAS A COLD OR THE FLU AND FEELS LIKE SHIT AND THINKS KURT WONT BE HOME TO TAKE CARE OF HIM BUT KURT GETS OFF WORK EARLY AND NURSES BLAINE AND IS SUPER SWEET AND CUDDLY WIWBALEBALABSQ

It’s not even the worst cold he’s ever had, but it’s still bad enough to make him feel like shit. His head hurts and he can’t breathe through his nose which means his throat is getting sore too and he feels too cold and then too warm and his bones hurt. Especially the ones in his fingers. And the skin on the inside of his elbows. Being sick is weird. Also, his legs feel funny and moving too fast makes him dizzy and after staring at the kitchen cabinets for a good ten minutes, he finally decides to give up on the experiment of making tea and just go back to bed instead.

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