oops i fell asleep last night in the middle of posting this

Perfect (Sam Holland)

Hey guys! I know I promised this to you guys last night, but I may or may not have fallen asleep before I could post it… oops. Anyway, it’s here now (only about 12 hours late XD). 

I want to apologize to any male readers because, as much as I try, I just can’t seem to write gender neutral fics. I’ve tried, I really have, but I just can’t seem to do it.

Word count: 1,132

Warnings: Nothing? Light making out if that counts.  And possibly so much fluff you might die? Cute Sam? oh wait no, that can’t be a warning, that’s a constant thing.


“Sam!” Y/n’s sweet voice rang throughout the Holland house.

“What?” he responded to his girlfriend immediately.

“It’s raining!” was her enthusiastic reply as she raced into the room Sam was in, her socks slipping on the floor nearly causing her to fall over.

“And?” Sam questioned, not quite sure where she was going with this.

“And I want to go out in it. Catch up Sam, I thought couples were supposed to be able to read each other’s minds!”

Sam rolled his eyes at her smart-ass comment before commenting, “Darling, if we go out in the rain we’ll get sick.”

“That’s not true, Sam! The temp or whether or not it’s raining has absolutely nothing to do with sicknesses.” She was already putting her shoes on in preparation, and he finally gave in.

“Fine,” he sighed. “I’m coming.”

Within a few minutes, the two were ready to venture outside (it only took that long because Sam was trying to convince Y/n to wear a coat).

Throwing open the front door, Y/n ran out into the street and spun in a circle, drenched in seconds. Sam followed behind more slowly, mostly because he was so focused on her figure, but partially because it was dark and wet and he hadn’t wanted to go outside in the first place. But, he had to admit, it was all worth it seeing the look on her face when the rain landed on her cheeks and slowly ran down her jaw.

She spun for a few seconds until she got too dizzy to continue, and when she stopped she nearly fell over; Sam caught her before she could hit the ground. He pulled her upright and it only took a moment notice the position they were in. His arms were around her waist, and her hands were clutching his shoulders gently to steady herself. As she looked up to meet his gaze, he blushed furiously before speaking.

“Darling, would you dance with me?”

Her eyes widened slightly, completely caught off guard by his request. “But love, there’s no music,” she began, opting to point out the obvious rather than try to voice the fact that they were in the rain… and people only dance in the rain in books and movies… right?

A small smile took over Sam’s features before he replied, “Darling, we don’t need music. Besides, you’re my favorite song anyway. I could listen to you for hours, days even, without getting tired of it. And it’s not only your words, either,” he added. “You could never speak again, and I’d spend all my time listening to your breathing, or maybe I’d listen to your heartbeat instead.”

Y/n was rendered speechless by his words, and although she’d never admit it, she may have teared up slightly. After several long moments of silence, she finally managed to speak. “Sam, you’re incredible. And as cheesy as that was, I love you so much. So yes, I’ll dance with you.”

And so they danced. Neither of them really knew how, but they tried, and it was perfect. They were together, and they were happy.

As they swayed, Y/n couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle. She couldn’t imagine how odd they must have looked to their observers, if any were present. Their clothes were completely soaked, their hair too, and yet here they were; swaying back and forth in the rain, completely consumed in each others eyes, at least mostly oblivious to their surroundings.

“What?” Sam’s voice broke through her thoughts, bringing her back to the present.

“Hm?” she responded, slightly confused.

“You laughed. I was wondering what you were thinking.”

“Oh, just how ridiculous we must look,” she giggled again. “I mean, we are dancing in the rain, completely soaked to the bone.”

“Nah,” Sam breathed, pressing his forehead to hers. “I think we’re fine. It’s more likely that whoever’s watching is jealous of me for having such a wonderful girlfriend.”

Y/n felt a small grin overcome her face as she looked at him affectionately. “You’re such a dork,” she whispered before pressing her lips to his in a short, sweet kiss. When she pulled back to look at him, she met his gaze, and before she knew what was happening, their lips met again, more passionately than before. Her hands, previously wound together behind Sam’s neck, worked their way into his hair, combing through the soft curls.

One of Sam’s arms simply tightened around her waist, pressing her to him, while the other came up to her neck, fingers winding their way into the hair at the base of her neck.

Sam mewled in protest when Y/n pulled back to breath. The moment her lips were no longer on his, his mouth moved to her jaw and neck, placing slow, open-mouthed kisses there before choosing a spot and sucking slightly, probably leaving a slight mark.

“Oh god, Sam,” she breathed, the sensation overwhelming her. “Sam- Sam stop, love.”

He pulled away, embarrassed and already flushed red. “What’s wrong? What did I do? Oh god, I messed up, I’m sorry-”

Y/n placed another gentle kiss on his lips, cutting off his apologies. “Sam, you didn’t do anything wrong. Hell, I loved it. However, we’re still in the middle of the street.” As if to emphasize her words, the rain began to come down harder, drowning out any sounds further away than they were to each other.

Realizing that she was right, and that he hadn’t done anything to upset her, Sam let out a breath of relief before releasing a small chuckle. Admittedly, he was only just realizing how cliche their actions were. Y/n joined in with his laughter, and soon a chorus of giggles could be heard from the road.

After their random moment of amusement ended, they were again left in silence, and it was only a matter of seconds before Sam’s lips were on hers again, this time in a slow, romantic kiss that showcased their feelings for each other, placed them out in the open, on display for the world to see.

Yes they were just kids; yes they were each others’ first love, but what they had was real; what they had was true, and what they had would last a lifetime.

Sam was the one to pull away this time, but he didn’t go far. His forehead pressed against hers, and a hand came up to tuck a piece of Y/n’s dripping hair behind her ear.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, more to himself than her, though she heard it anyway, due to their close proximity.

“Love, I’m a complete mess,” Y/n protested weakly, turning her head away and looking at the ground.

“Darling, I don’t care. Mess or not, you’re perfect. Completely and utterly perfect.”


Thanks so much to @sam-a-holland for proofreading this for me! You’re a lifesaver! @suit-lady I know I told you I was writing a Haz x reader a while back, and I wanted to let you know that it’s almost done. In the meantime, enjoy this fluffy piece of shit XD. And last but not least, @hufflepuffholland ilysm, thanks for putting up with my rambles last night. I hope you die of feels. (or at least cry. crying is cool too).

anonymous asked:

A little scenario or FanFic where the phantom boys are asleep and the reader is watching him and starts to stroke his hair and kiss his cheeks n stuff. But the boy suddenly "awakes" because he was actually acting to be asleep If you have character limit, maybe only Akira and Yusuke?

OMG this is so cute and funny. Thank you, and I hope you like it!!

Edit: AAAAAA I accidentally posted this without finishing Yusuke’s, so please hang on!! ;_;

…Okay, finished! LOL


Akira:

“Akira, are you sleeping?”

S/O’s whisper was only greeted by their boyfriend’s steady, rhythmic breathing. The frosty Saturday night resulted in the couple retreating under S/O’s comforter and bed-sheets; the sanctuary of warmth beckoned and enveloped them like the embrace of sunshine. 

S/O’s gaze was plastered on Akira’s face, his features soft and relaxed under the illumination of the dim moonlight. They brushed some of his raven locks aside with their fingertips as they breathed, “I guess you really are asleep…” They paused, then gently pressed a kiss to his forehead. “It makes me happy to see you so… at peace. I hope one day you can look like this when you’re awake, too… you deserve more from this world than a scowl and tired eyes.”

S/O approached him once more to peck his porcelain cheek; however, they were only met with a pair of soft lips. Their eyes abruptly flicked up, and S/O gasped when they realized they were peering directly into Akira’s blinking onyx orbs. 

“You’re very chatty tonight,” he teased, his voice raspy from waking up.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” Heat began to accumulate in S/O’s cheeks. How much did he hear?

Akira shook his head and smiled fondly as he pressed S/O closer to him. “No, it’s okay. I love the sound of your voice. It makes me feel… at peace.”

S/O’s cheeks flushed a deep ruby and they were about to reprimand him for teasing them until they were interrupted by a low chuckle and the nearly inaudible words, “I love you.”

After a moment of hesitation, S/O decidedly closed their mouth and snuggled into the security of his chest; the scolding could wait another day. “I love you, too, Akira.”


Ryuji:

It was the middle of the day and the beaming sun was at its peak, washing over all of Tokyo with its radiance; yet, here Ryuji was, napping with his head in S/O’s lap as they lounged on the sofa. 

“You fell asleep on purpose, didn’t you?” S/O complained. The entire point of Ryuji visiting them was for the purpose of studying; naturally, he stubbornly utilized sleeping as his last resort to avoid the monotonous activity of skimming through papers. Against their will, S/O grinned at the snoozing boy before them, and then stroked his smooth, yet chiseled cheeks.

“Your brightness outmatches the sun outside, you know,” S/O quietly stated. “Days without you are so… dark, and lifeless. Don’t ever forget how important… you are…” 

S/O trailed off upon noticing a faint rosy blush dusting Ryuji’s cheeks, and their eyes narrowed. You little faker, they thought.

A light bulb flashed in their brain, and S/O deviously leered as they ever-so-slowly traced Ryuji’s chest with the tip of their finger. “Oh my god, ew ew ew, a spider!”

As expected, Ryuji’s eyes snapped open and he whipped upright immediately, frantically brushing his tank top. “Where?! G-get it off!” 

S/O crossed their arms sternly and glared at the back of his blonde head. “Oops, my bad. It was just an eavesdropping little fly on the wall.”

Ryuji’s shoulders tensed up and he timidly pivoted to face S/O, who was currently summoning all of their willpower to maintain a straight face; it was entirely too unfair when he acted so adorable. “C-c’mon babe, studying’s so borin’, and you were bein’ so friggin’ cute and sweet, and-”

He was interrupted by a spontaneous kiss, and S/O averted their eyes from him as they stuttered, “G-go study, or else I’m not gonna kiss you for the rest of the day.” 

Ryuji furiously blushed as his chocolate eyes widened, and he swore he felt an arrow pierce through his fluttering heart. Without warning he tackled S/O and mercilessly smooched them, muttering “I love you” and “You’re so cute” between kisses. S/O’s scornful demeanor dissipated to one of embarrassment and levity; needless to say, studying was soon forgotten as S/O squeaked and giggled from Ryuji’s seemingly perpetual onslaught of affection. He truly was far more incandescent than the sun outside could ever aspire to be.


Yusuke:

S/O sighed as they strutted in through the front door of Yusuke’s dorm and discarded their shoes. “Not again.”

Every so often, Yusuke would doze off on his stool while he was in the process of painting, and how he managed to stay perched atop his seat, S/O would never know.

They strayed to the sofa to procure a blanket that was placed there, then they cautiously swept it around the sleeping artist’s shoulders. S/O raked their fingers through his sapphire hair and planted a delicate kiss on his cheek as they whispered, “At least you’re finally taking a break… you really work harder than anyone I’ve ever met. I wish you didn’t have to struggle so much…”

Briefly after concluding their statement, Yusuke’s eyes fluttered open and he mumbled, “Hello, dear. I’m glad you could make it.”

Subsequent to a greeting kiss, S/O shyly implored, “Um… did I wake you up?”

Yusuke shook his head in reply. “It’s no trouble at all, I was not even asleep.” He felt a chill course through his spine upon realizing his confession. “I-I mean…!”

Any expression that once occupied S/O’s face was now deteriorated and replaced with a blankness comparable to Yusuke’s empty canvas.

“S-S/O, please, do not make such a face-”

“Yusuke,” S/O said, their voice devoid of emotion.

He broke out into a sweat and anticipated the inevitable punishment; however, S/O simply pressed their lips to Yusuke’s and cradled his face with the palms of their hands. “I meant every word. Give yourself some rest every now and then, okay?” 

Another swift peck was imprinted on Yusuke’s forehead, and he covered S/O’s hands with his own, smiling tenderly as he compromised, “Only if you join me, my love.”

S/O’s lips fondly curved upward. “I’d love to.”

marching band au prompts
  • “band camp just so happened to fall on the hottest week of the summer and you shamelessly took your shirt off in the middle of rehearsal and i can’t stop staring” 
  • “i swear i can play my instrument but whenever you’re around i get nervous and start sounding like shit”
  • “you’re in the color guard and you hit me in the face with your flag so i had to march the rest of the show with a bloody nose”
  • “you play the trumpet and you are currently blaring in my ear do you fucking mind”
  • “the bleachers at this school are so tiny and i ended up sitting on your lap oops”
  • “i may or may not have a minor crush on you but this is a big problem because you’re the drum major”
  • “you’re autistic and people make fun of you because they think you’re untalented and weird but i know they’re wrong because i’ve heard you play before and you sound amazing please join the band”
  • “this football game is stretching for so long and it’s really dark and cold, so we’re now sharing two blankets, a scarf, and three hand warmers”
  • “i need to work on my posture and need to stand very still in position but you’re making that nearly impossible because you keep poking me and i’m very ticklish”
  • “we’re performing a duet in the show and we have to keep on practicing together until its flawless” 
  • “your instrument is never in tune and i want to scream at you because LEARN HOW TO TUNE IT’S NOT THAT HARD”
  • “we both auditioned for section leader. i can march well but can’t play well, you can play well but can’t march well, so we were assigned as co-section leaders”
  • “you forgot to bring your stand tunes so we’re sharing mine but i just realized how close we’re sitting and i’m getting kinda flustered” 
  • “you’re carrying a sousaphone and you look like you’re going to die do you need help”
  • “i offered to carry your sousaphone but holy shit i did not realize it was this heavy”
  • “marching is not really my forte and you offered to help me with my technique” 
  • “we just performed our last show of the season and yeah it’s emotional and stuff but you haven’t stopped crying for two hours are you okay”
  • “this bus ride is so long and you fell asleep on my shoulder. everyone’s taking pictures and i want to wake you up but you look too peaceful”
  • “i always make god awful music puns and you’re the only only who appreciates them” 
  • “we’re from different schools and both of our bands are taking their trips to disney the same week. we met at the park and you stole my heart and i s2g this is the band version of summer nights from grease” 
  • “our band uniforms make us look like fuckin nerds but you manage to make yourself look stunning please tell me your secrets”
  • “you’re always glaring at me and i am 95% sure it’s because you’re jealous i’m first chair but can we please try to get along”
  • “you have really bad shako hair but i don’t want to say anything because it looks too cute”
From The Moment You Wake Up // Performance Unit (Part 2)

Based on a Soulmate AU where within a year of the younger half of a pairing turning 18, soulmates will switch bodies with one another. They have 24 hours in their soulmate’s life before being returned to their own. While in their soulmate’s body, a person is inhibited from mentioning their other life. They also cannot contact themselves in any way, however, people have figured out methods around this rule.

This is your life afterwards.

Seventeen’s Performance Unit (Hip Hop // Vocal)

Part 1 // Part 2

Warnings: Light Swears (Jun), Mentions of Blood (Dino)

-by Admin Bee

A/N: Welp, that’s a wrap. Whether you’ve been here since Hip Hop part 1 was posted or started reading in the middle, and to everyone who has read this series and left replies, tags, and messages alike, thank you thank you thank you thank you. Your support made this possible. And finally, thank you to Mari, the first person I told about this idea all the way back in April, for being an amazing editor and steering me away from cliche plots, comma errors, and really dark endings.

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Squip Squad at the carnival

(So I’ve been thinking about this all day and had to write)

-The squip squad planned to attend one all summer, and they finally got to go on the week before school.

-Everyone put their money together to get a huge supply of tickets for rides and games.

-Jake and Rich are very competitive. They competed in almost every game they saw, no matter how stupid they may look.

-The two of them are always neck to neck on who wins each game, but Jake usually walked away with the prizes. He never made a big deal about it though.

-However, when Rich wins that’s a whole different story. He may be small, but he can shout really loud.

-”Did you thee that? I won sucka!”  

–Rich clings onto his prizes like it’s a lifeline. If you even do as much as bump into the plushies in his hands, he’ll glare at you with death in his eyes.

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ok but please consider shipping terushima/futakuchi

after managing to convince ppl in my group chat that this pairing is gOLDEN i am here to spread the word of terufuta. ( under the cut because this post got very, very long!!! like 1,300 words long. lots of nsfw too oops ) credit goes to @sdaishou​ & @anakajima​ for supplying & building on some of these headcanons!!!! please join me in the deepest circles of rarepair hell, it’s so worth it  ( PART TWO | PART THREE )

  • they meet a practice match or something for the first time and end up getting really competitive with each other. at some point in that match terushima inadvertently calls futakuchi a pretty boy when he’s trash talking 
  • teru really does think futakuchi is pretty but never meant to say it out loud
  • futakuchi never lets him live it down
  • it all goes downhill from there
  • also pls also note that during the karasuno/johzenji game futakuchi’s in the stands watching the match clearly to cheer on his boyfriend #canon 👀 👀

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Drink You Away

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Theme Song: Drink You Away by Justin Timberlake

Word Count: 1153

Warnings: angst, language, sexual references (barely)

Request: 5. “I want you.” & 11. “Call me when you’re sober.” with Dean

A/N: So this was originally supposed to be a very short drabble for a request I got on my drabble prompts, but I got a little carried away (oops), so I’m just posting it as a one-shot.

Tagging: @samsdirtylittlesecret, @spnfanficpond, @winchesterwhisper, @readingissupernatural

*not my pictures/gif

Part 2

Another day, another hunt, another dingy motel that made you miss the bunker even more. You collapsed on the bed, and let exhaustion take over, sleep consuming you.



Your eyes flew open. The sound startled you; your cell phone ringing, the screen light illuminating your bed and the surrounding area.

A glance at the flickering digital clock next to you, bright and glowing red; 2:53am

“What the hell.” You grumbled, reaching a hand over and fumbling across the bedside table for your phone. Whoever was calling you, better have a damn good reason for disrupting the first few hours of sleep you had gotten in days.

Dean.

The name flashed across your screen. You were shocked to say the least. You hesitated before swiping your finger across the screen.

“Hello?” You asked hesitantly.

“Hey Y/N.” The husky voice drawled through the phone.

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Doge

Summary: It’s Christmas day in the Howell-Lester household, and Dan gets a Christmas present he wasn’t expecting to receive, but he loves (that sounds so wrong omg im so sorry).

Words: 513 words wow i swear i never write this short on wattpad

Warnings: extreme fluff (not vry extreme but)

Relationship Status: together

A/N: idrk know if landlords let people have pets but lets just forget everything about that didnt exist for now

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