snoring and everything

anonymous asked:

since you're taking prompts, totally platonic spooning for bellarke?

this spiraled into a 4k fic of FEELINGS ok? and i’m not even the least bit sorry.


Bellamy starts sleeping with Clarke out of necessity, okay? It’s something that they both need, something that helps them get through the bad nights and serve as a reminder that there are still good things left out there in the world. There’s nothing like human comfort to drive the darkness out, and that’s something that they both accept.

(And if he likes the feel of her pressed against him in the tiny beds, the way her hair almost always finds itself in his mouth on mornings, her kitten snores, and everything else in between, well, that’s his own damn problem.)


The first time it happens is because Clarke fucking fainted in the middle of Arcadia, effectively taking at least ten years off his life and sending his heart into a sprint.

“I didn’t faint,” she grumbles, trying to shove her mother away as she comes near with the IV, “I just-”

“Fainted,” he says flatly. “Other words included pass out, lose consciousness, and blackout. There’s a vast majority of them, all of which say the same thing: you fucking fainted.”

She glares at him, and he replies with a glower of his own.

“Mom,” she says, turning her attention to Abby who is still trying valiantly to insert the port in her arm, “Tell Bellamy that I’m fine, please.”

“You’re not fine,” she says promptly, to which Clarke mumbles, “Traitor,” under her breath while Bellamy throws another glare at her and says, “I told you so.”

“You’re not fine, and you’re either going to sit here and take the saline for half an hour, or I keep you for observation for the rest of the day,” says Abby, pulling away to stare at her sternly, “Your pick.”

“I think she should do both, for the record,” interjects Bellamy, and Clarke aims a kick at his ankles.

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anonymous asked:

OOOOH OKAY! What about Cor with a super girly princess-y daughter with absolutely no interest in fighting??? What about the BROS?! *Prompto at tea time!!!* :'D You know he'd be the first one to slip on a tutu and sip tea with his princess daughter! *loves*

Haha, I love this! Okay- short drabble time :D (Cor’s is the longest because I had to set the scene haha). Also, all these baby girls are below the age of 14 so they are all quite young and adorable still. Feel free to send in another request if you’d like older!daughters interacting with their dads :D

Cor: When Cor’s partner falls pregnant, everyone in the Crownsguard just assumes that it’s within the world’s natural order that Cor should have a son. You know, so that he could be Cor’s living legacy once the ‘Immortal’ is finally proved mortal. Even when Cor discreetly starts flashing around baby pictures of his precious little girl, the palace staff, Crownsguard, and even the Kingsglaive all decide that- yes, Cor’s little girl is going to be a powerful, headstrong young warrior woman.

However, one day when Cor brings his six year old girl with him to the Citadel, everyone is rendered absolutely speechless. Cor is holding the hand of a tiny girl, whose head comes barely past his knee, and this little girl is decked out in various shades of pinks and light purples. She’s wearing a frilly pink skirt and a purple button-up blouse with black leggings. Her shoes are shiny little mary janes and her long brown hair falls in perfect waves down her back.

She’s brought to the Crownsguard training room, as Cor needs to run through a few combat drills with his pupils. He helps his daughter settle down on a nearby bench where he can keep an eye on her, and makes her promise that she won’t wander off. She plants a kiss on his stubbly cheek and pinky promises with the Crownsguard marshal that, yes, she will be a good girl and that, yes, she will stay put and play with her dolls on the bench.

As Cor presses a swift kiss to his precious daughter’s forehead, a few of the younger Crownsguard have a chuckle at the expense of their marshal. No one had expected Cor to be such a doting father. Any residual mirth within the training room is put to rest when Cor begins the drills. The harsh, metallic clashes of weaponry ring harshly throughout the echo-prone room. Grunts and gasps of exertion are commonplace and the occasional pained yell from a stray hit by a real weapon isn’t unheard of. That’s what training was for.

Cor is transported into another plane of existence when he fights- he loves the feeling of his blood rushing through his veins, the thrill of blocking and parrying an oncoming attack that could potentially be the end of him… He even loves the painful and proud feelings he experiences when one of the younger Crownsguard manages to land a hard blow on his shoulder. There is hope for this lot yet. Cor lets out a small grunt of pain before lashing out with his katana at the young man, only to freeze as a familiar distressed cry reaches his ears.

“CEASE!” Cor shouts immediately, and all movement is terminated within the room with a scary aura of discipline. Cor whirls around so that he’s facing his daughter, and his heart breaks a little at how she’s clasping tightly onto the edges of her skirt, her breath hitching terribly frequently as her chest rises and falls with each shallow breath she takes. Cor immediately rushes over to his distressed daughter and whisks her shaking form into his strong embrace. “What’s wrong angel?” Cor’s stern demeanour has completely flipped and everyone around the father and daughter are extremely confused.

Cor’s little girl sniffles and snuggles into her father’s chest, throwing her skinny arms around his sweaty neck. “Everyone’s fighting! I’m scared!” Cor sighs and presses another kiss to his daughter’s cheek and sways her back and forth in his arms in an attempt to calm his little angel down.

Cor is absolutely sure now that his little girl will probably never touch a katana. He’s can’t say he’s disappointed in that fact though.

At least she’ll be safe from the horrors of the battlefield.

Noctis: Noctis is low-key over the moon that his baby princess wants nothing to do with the toy swords that Gladio bought her on her third birthday. Noctis’ s/o does insist that their daughter receives some self-defence training, but it’s clear that Noctis’ daughter abhors every second of it. She comes home in tears after each and every one of her weekly lessons with Gladio- though Gladio insists that he wasn’t pushing her anywhere near as hard as he used to push Noct.

On the days where Noctis’ sweet princess does complete her self-defence training, she has a hard time falling asleep. Noctis worries about this because… shouldn’t it work the other way around? The kid should be tired after a tiring day, so she should fall asleep the instant her head hits the pillow… right? That’s not the case here- Noctis’ daughter is almost always kept up by nightmares usually pertaining to being injured by a monster, or not being able to help her mummy or daddy during a tough fight for survival.

These terrible nightmares persist even into her early teenage years, and Noctis always makes sure to leave his bedroom door slightly ajar. He and his s/o make sure that on the days their daughter has training, they do not try to do anything… unbecoming, in case they unwittingly scare their daughter even further. On nights where Noctis’ daughter quietly sneaks into their room, she knows that her father’s conveniently fallen asleep in the centre of the large bed, leaving her plenty of room to snuggle into her father’s side.

Being the deep sleeper he is, Noctis never wakes up at the slight movements, but during the course of the night, he does find himself draping a protective arm over his daughter’s back. Noctis’ s/o has taken many pictures of the close father and daughter, laying asleep side-by-side… both fast asleep like the princesses they both are.

Prompto: Prompto’s s/o is beginning to think that their boyfriend is a little too ready to indulge their baby girl in whatever she desires. She wants a new doll? Prompto’s driving off to the toy store in a jiffy, calling Noctis to ask him whether his god-daughter wants a doll too (because he can’t treat his daughter differently to his god-daughter- they’re equally loved by this sunshine man).

Baby Argentum wants some sweets? Prompto ends up at Ignis’ door step 5:30 am, sweaty from his regular morning run and pleading with his clear blue eyes until Ignis relents and whips up a quick batch of naturally sweet, yet healthy breakfast muffins. Ignis’ prim and proper daughter secretly loves it when Prompto wakes the entire household up so early in the morning- she enjoys sweets just as much as the next kid!

And by the Six, when Prompto’s little girl wants to play princess tea party with her three god-sisters… Prompto is so ready to take on the role of presiding Queen of the Tea Party. He even lets the girls dress him in the most obnoxious pink tutu skirt one could ever hope to find. Letting the girls finish the look with haphazardly painted red lips and a copious amount of pink blush, Prompto hardly cares that Noctis, Ignis and Gladio stand as FAR AWAY AS POSSIBLE from the tea party shenanigans whilst judging him. Hard.

This sunshine man will do anything for his girl, and all his bro’s girls too, because he loves them an incredible amount. And he absolutely, positively supports his baby 100% when she outright refuses to hold a gun in her hand. That means that he can be her hero, and have an excuse to protect his little girl forever.

Gladio: Gladio’s upset at first when he realises that his baby girl is averse to fighting and learning about combat. He does manage to convince her to learn how to protect herself in the face of unexpected adversity, but those light hearted lessons usually end in tears. Feeling guilty, Gladiolus Amicitia would do ANYTHING to see his baby girl smile again. And so, whilst swearing his baby girl to secrecy, he lets his seven year old braid his hair.

Over and over and over again. (Gladio’s s/o has pictures of Gladio’s haphazard braids, but he doesn’t know that *winky face*).

Gladiolus absolutely HAS to take a picture of his baby girl’s daily outfits. He adores the fact that she loves bright, happy colours, and the fact that she proudly wears her weekly favourite colour coordinated with the traditional blacks and greys of the Lucian culture. If at any point in time, his daughter’s clothes need mending, he immediately commissions Ignis to patch up his daughter’s favourite clothes. Ignis usually takes the opportunity to patch up his own daughter’s clothes as well.

One very endearing habit Gladio has formed has everything to do with keeping close to his daughter, no matter the time or place. Gladio sleeps best when his daughter is snoring softly atop his chest. Gladio’s s/o always jests that their daughter has inherited Gladio’s snoring, but Gladio finds everything to do with his tiny, pretty daughter absolutely adorable.

Gladio low-key panics when his daughter is nowhere in sight- so when it does eventually come time for his daughter to start attending school with the rest of his god-daughters, Gladio is actually the most distraught out of all the chocobros. The way Gladio takes his daughter up into his arms, even when she eventually grows into a young lady, is absolutely heart-warming.

The way the father and daughter pair smile at each other after a few hours apart could melt even the coldest of hearts.

Ignis: Ignis’ daughter is prim and proper. She always has her hair in a braid, with a wispy side fringe framing her stunning face. Her moss green eyes are filled with intelligence, even at a young age, and she absolutely cannot leave the house unless she’s decked out in a plaid skirt, black stockings and a prettily embroided jacket or pullover. Despite his inability to see, Ignis has suffered through many finger pricks to perfect his little girl’s choice clothing.

Ignis is in charge of many things around the household, but his s/o MUST be the one to do their daughter’s hair. Once, Ignis had tried, and the whole ordeal ended in tears. Apparently, he had done a very poor job at braiding his girl’s long straight tawny brown hair, and her god sisters had made fun of her all day. Feeling sorry for the whole ordeal, Ignis cancelled all of his attendances to meetings and simply rocked his precious daughter in his favourite chair begging for forgiveness as she sniffled quietly into her papa’s chest.

Ignis, like Noctis and Gladio, insists on self-defence training for his daughter. But then he withdraws her from the program completely after a year, when she develops bed wetting tendencies from the nightmares she has about fighting. Ignis’ s/o feels like Ignis coddles their daughter way too much, but Ignis will hear none of it as he cradles his daughter’s distraught and tired body against his during the night, stroking her back gently to lull her into a peaceful sleep.

His daughter is his kitchen assistant. He will usually ask his baby girl to use the plastic peeler to remove the skins off of potatoes and various vegetables. He will hold his daughter in his arms as he stirs his meals expertly, rattling off cooking tips and tricks while she hums in amazement at how much her smart papa knows.

Ignis is self-sufficient and enjoys his independence. He doesn’t like it when people coddle him or try to mother him. But when his daughter offers to tidy up the kitchen after cooking a meal, or offers to read him a children’s book, or even offers to help him cross the road- he lets her do exactly as she wishes. He likes to tell the other chocobros that it is because he wants his girl to grow into a responsible and caring woman- but deep down he just wants to be the man his girl drops everything for until she outgrows him and starts to prioritise some unknown young man’s whims over his own fatherly wishes.

Her Snoring: BIGBANG


He would join you to also get some rest, not minding your snores since he found them cute.


Would pinch your nose and if that did not work would simply lay down beside you to observe you, finding the way your nose scrunched up from time to time extremely adorable.


A kind of man to take a video for blackmail but then snore even louder than you minutes later.


Wouldn’t notice since he fell asleep first.


I give you everything that I posses for a bet that SeungRi would be the one to try out everything possible to make you stop snoring. Everything.

anonymous asked:

How would the RFA + V + Saeran react with an MC who is self-conscious about sleeping in front of other people because they snore, but they haven't gotten any sleep in a while so they're super tired, yet they won't go to sleep?

If anyone feels like this, please get some sleep. Your health is always more important than what someone thinks of you!


  • He had noticed that you seemed pretty tired lately
  • He had also noticed that you wouldn’t sleep in front of him, which he took personally at first, thinking you didn’t trust him
  • When you told him that you were self-conscious about your snoring, he was shook surprised that it was just this silly little thing
  • “You don’t have to worry about that babe, I don’t care about snoring. In fact, you could even be sleep-screaming and I would still love you!”
  • He would then initiate a cuddle session, so that you could safely snore away in his arms <3


  • When he had first noticed your sleep-deprivation, he had just simply asked if you wanted to sleep on his shoulder, but you refused
  • He was confused, why did you not want to sleep in front of him?
  • This would go on for a while, until he finally asked you why you didn’t want to sleep
  • He was kind of ashamed that he hadn’t confronted you about it earlier, now he was really worried about your health!
  • He wouldn’t force you to sleep in front of him, or any people, if you really didn’t want to
  • However he would let you know that he really didn’t mind, and that you had nothing to be ashamed of


  • He would notice your sleepiness almost immediately
  • He would probably talk to you about how important it is to get enough sleep, and would even suggest calling a doctor to instruct you before you got to tell him why
  • You told him you didn’t want to sleep in front of him because you snored quite a lot
  • He was silent for a minute, before he started talking to you again, in a much calmer voice
  • “Is that what this is about, darling? You don’t have to be self-conscious about something like that.”
  • He would keep on calmly reassuring you before he noticed you started to close your eyes. He then carried you to your bedroom, and let you finally fall into a deep sleep


  • He snores like the devil, no joke. That is, when he actually sleeps
  • He would instantly notice that you were tired, and tell you to go to sleep if you needed to
  • Since he doesn’t really sleep much, he wants to make sure at least you get to be well rested
  • When you shyly tell him about your fear of sleeping in front of people and the reason why, he just smiles
  • He smiles, walks up to you and very seriously tells you;
  • “You don’t know what snoring is before you’ve heard God Seven’s night roar.”
  • He then starts giggling, before saying
  • “No but really, don’t worry about something like that. It really doesn’t matter to me.”


  • Having some trust-issues himself, he really couldn’t judge you for not wanting to sleep in front of him
  • Still, he wanted his princess to get enough sleep
  • After he found out about your snoring, he tried to contain a little laugh. You could see him crack a smile, as he said
  • “That’s actually adorable. You don’t want to sleep in front of me because of a little bit of snoring? I bet you my ass it won’t be as bad as Saeyoung!”
  • He told you that he thought you didn’t trust him, to which you reply that of course you do, you just didn’t want him to hear you snore
  • He smiled at that, and told you to follow him upstairs so he could put you to sleep


  • He would be worried about your lack of sleep
  • When you refused to sleep next to him on the couch, he was a little hurt, but decided that you must have had a reason for it. 
  • You couldn’t lie to this man, so you told him everything about the snoring and everything about your insecurities 
  • He was relieved to hear that it wasn’t something he had done, but he insisted that you should get some sleep
  • He didn’t have to stay by your side when you sleep all the time, he told you, but he still wanted to stay by you at least for a little bit
What Happens In Vegas

Pairing - Reader x Jungkook [Taehyung is a main character as well]

Genre - Stripper Au

Word Count - 5k+

Part 6/?

Warnings - Short scene of domestic violence and Sexually Explicit Content (Y/n Is a stripper)

 A/n - It was so hard writing this many words I dont know how people write 10k, my fingers hurt lol. This part is a roller coaster of emotions. Thanks for reading!

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven  Part Eight Part Nine

“Are you hungry?” I asked as I locked the door to my apartment behind us.

Jungkook looked around as If he was in unfamiliar territory.

“No, Im fine. Thanks for asking.” He said eyes still drifting around the place.“

“You have a really nice place. It’s spacious.” He said sitting down on the sofa and taking his jacket off.

I sat next to him, scooting over relatively close. I could sense that he was uncomfortable.

I was also feeling a little bad about how things had progressed so quickly at the strip club. All of sudden I was stripping and before I knew he had his mouth around my nipple.

I can’t pretend like I didn’t enjoy every minute. I loved the sensation of grinding on him as his cock hardened under me and I love the feeling of him biting my lip.

But I wasn’t single. I was dating someone who I had been with for so long. Tae was out if town and had no idea what I was up to. I knew that I needed to address what had happened with Jungkook.

“Look, Jungkook. I think we should talk about what happened a little while ago.” I said.

“Im sorry that it went that far. I had no right to touch you.”

“No it’s my fault. I knew what I was doing, I just couldn’t stop myself.” I replied.

“You couldn’t?” He asked.

“No and If your phone wouldn’t have rung I dont know what would’ve happened. I don’t know why but I can’t control myself when I’m with you. I can’t control what I say or what I do.”

“Neither can I. Im extremely attracted to you, not only physically but I like who you are as a person. I sometimes wish you were single.” He replied.

“Not going to lie, I’ve been thinking about that over the pass couple of weeks. But you know Jungkook, I’m not single and I don’t think that’s going to change anytime soon.”

“So are you saying that you want to stop this? Whatever we are doing?” He asked.

“No of course not. I really like this.” I said as I took his hand in mine. “But I think we need to establish some boundaries.”

“Alright. I can do that. What kind of boundaries were you thinking?”

“Well no sex. I care about my boyfriend and I don’t want to hurt him in that way.” I spoke.

“I understand. What else?”

“Maybe we should only talk on the phone when I know Tae won’t be home. I hate worrying about him asking who I’m on the phone with especially since he asked that I not talk to you.” I said.

“Okay. That’s fine.”

“What about you. Do you have any requests for me?” I asked.

“No not really. Im just glad that I can continue to see you.” He said smiling at me and lightly squeezing my hand.

“Why are you so nice to me? This isn’t really fair to you.” I asked. I was extremely flattered by Jungkook’s words. He was so caring and sweet. I felt bad because I knew I would never be able to date him.

“Do I have to have a reason to be nice? I just like you.” He said.

“I like you too.” I said biting my lip and then smiling. Jungkook was extremely charming and sometimes I wondered how someone could be so perfect.

“Let me show you the guest bedroom.” I said standing up as Jungkook followed me.

“Theres a bathroom with a shower in here. Just let me know if you need anything.”

“Okay I will.”

“I’m going to go shower and then go to sleep.” I said.

“Me too. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” I said as I wrapped my arms around Jungkook’s waist and layed my head on his chest.“

“Thank you for spending time with me today.” He said.

“No thank you.” I said releasing him from the hug and turning around to exit.

I showered and then finally got in my bed. I took out my phone to see if Taehyung had sent me a text, he hadn’t so I decided to text him instead.

Me : Hey baby, I hope you are getting a lot of work done.

Tae : Hi sexy, yes almost finished. I miss you.

I typed the words “I miss you too” back but then quickly erased them.

I stared at my phone for a while thinking about a reply. I didn’t want to tell him I missed him back, because honestly I didn’t.

Jungkook had finished showering in a room down the hall and all I could think about was what had taken place between us earlier.

How things how spun out of control so quickly and how I was unable to control myself.

It was such a passionate interchange. All of the feelings I felt in that moment I don’t think I’d ever felt before. But then I thought about the guilt that came afterwards.

I’m glad that Jungkook wanted to continue spending time with me, but I wondered how long he’d be able to be with someone who was in a relationship.

Instead of texting Tae I put my phone down. I took the blankets off of me and slid out of my bed.

I put on my slippers and exited my room. I walked down the dark hallway and knocked softly on the door to the guest room before opening it.

The room was dark but Jungkook had the lamp on the desk on so I could see enough to find my way to the bed.

“Hey.” He said as I slid into the bed next to him so that I was facing him.

“Hi.” I smiled at him.

“Couldn’t sleep?” He asked.

“Well, I remembered that you wanted to tell me about the author that you met with.”

“Oh yes, about that. He wants to work with me.” Jungkook said.

“Wow that’s awesome, he wants you to edit his book?” I asked.

“No, he read some of my work and he doesn’t want me to edit his book, he wants me to write it with him.”

“Are you serious right now!? That’s absolutely fantastic news!” I said sitting up.

“Yes, I’m so excited. This is an amazing opportunity for me y/n.”

“You are going to be a published writer!” I exclaimed.

“You are so cute when you get excited like that.” Jungkook said looking up at me.

I covered my face with my hands. The room was pretty dark but I didnt want him to see me visibly blushing.

Jungkook removed my hands from my face.

“You know for a stripper you are pretty shy.” He said.

“You make me this way.” I said lying back down next to him.

“Why it’s just me?” He asked as he brushed my hair out of my face.

“That’s exactly why. Because it’s you.” I said.

“You know, if I end up signing a contract with this author I could possibly be moving out here.” He said.

“Really? Then we would be able to see each other more.”


I moved closer to Jungkook. Snuggling into his arms and closing my eyes.

“This feels good.” I said.

Before I knew it I had fallen into a blissful sleep.

I woke up before Jungkook. He was lightly snoring and it took everything in me not to close my eyes and go back to sleep.

I knew Tae was coming home today and I had no choice but to get up and take care of the house.

I let Jungkook sleep and I cleaned up the kitchen, the living room and me and Tae’s room.

I then went into the kitchen and started to cook Jungkook and I a simple breakfast.

Once he finally woke up we ate together and talked about the events of our day.

We spent a little bit more time with eachother and then he finally decided to leave before Tae came home. We planned to see eachother again and I gave him a goodbye kiss as he left.

Tae came home and everything went back to normal. I went back to working and was still constantly busy.

I would find time to call Jungkook whenever I could and everything was going well.

I had come home on a Saturday night late.I was exhausted. Whenever we were short staffed I had to work twice as hard. Especially on busy days like today.

I had the most annoying clients today too. People who expected way to much from me and guy who was far too touchy.

As I unlocked the door to our place, I really hoped that Taehyung had read my mind and ran me some bath water.

As I entered the house I could hear very faint noise coming from the bedroom.

I had been trying to get ahold of Tae all night and he had been here the entire time? I thought.

As I got closer to bedroom I realized that the noises were soft moans. I heard a females moans as well. A voice that was all too familar to me.

I opened the door slowly to discover Stephanie on top of Taehyung riding him. I looked away, to upset to continue watching.

Taehyung noticed me and quickly threw stephanie off of him.

I ran down the hall, not wanting to talk to them at all. Taehyung followed after me calling my name.

He grabbed my arm and spun me around but I refused to look at him.

“Y/n please don’t leave. It’s not what it looks like.” He stated.

“Let me guess, she was practicing her dance again?” I said anger evident in my face.

Taehyung said nothing back knowing that he was caught red handed.

“You know she means nothing to me. You are my everything y/n.”

“Don’t you dare say that. How could you do this to me, after everything we’ve been through Tae?”

At this time Stephanie had dressed herself and was now making her way towards the door.

Once she got to the door she pause for a ninute and then spun around.

“I’m sorry you had to find out like this y/n, but I’m in love with Tae oppa.”

I scoffed and then turned away from her.

“Get out stephanie.” Taehyung said and she immediately left the apartment.

“Look at me.” Taehyung said.

“Shes nothing to me. I love you and not her.” He said pulling me into a hug.

“You accuse me of cheating so much because you felt guilty about what you were doing.” I said refusing to cry.

He hugged me tighter.

“It won’t happen again I swear.”

I pushed him off of me. I started to think about the fact that she probably wasn’t the first woman he had slept with and in the comfort of our own home.

“In our bed Tae! You had to fuck her in the place that we sleep in every single night?”

“Baby. Come on, it was a mistake.”

“You were a mistake.” I said. I couldn’t believe I said that to him. I wasnt even sure if I meant it but at the time I felt inclined to say it. Maybe I just wanted to say it to hurt him like he did me. Or maybe I really did view my relationship with Tae as a mistake.

“How dare you say that to me?!” Taehyung said voice getting louder with anger.

“I have done everyting for you. Without me you’d be nothing. I made you!” He said.

“You didn’t make me. I was better off without you.” I stated.

Taehyung was now outraged I could see it in his face and I wondered if I should have said that. My answer become clear as Taehyung smacked me across my face.

I held my hand up to cover my face and all of the tears that I had been holding in come out.

“Oh my god baby, I didn’t mean to do that.” Taehyung said as he realized what he had just done.

I walked away from him and he pulled my arm to stop my from leaving.

“Don’t you dare fucking touch me.” I yelled through tears as I yanked my arm free from his hold.

“Please, baby I’m so sorry.” He said as he pulled me into a hug. I was weak for a while failing into his embrace before finally pushing him off of me.

“Don’t!” I said and then I ran into the bathroom slamming the door behind me.

I looked in the mirror at my self. I looked horrible. My hair was a mess I had tears streaked down my face alone with running mascara. The worst part of all was my lip. Tae’s ring had cut my lip when he hit me and it was bleeding. I looked down to my shirt to see small drops of blood on it.

I reached for a paper towel and held it to my lips. I looked at myself again and then started to cry once again sinking down to the ground. I couldn’t help but wonder.

What kind of life was I living?

Jungkook’s POV

Jungkook laid in bed after a long day of work. He really enjoyed his job but it could sometimes be stressful dealing with the higher ups.

They expected so much from him but really didn’t give him back much. Being an editor was a job that Jungkook enjoyed but people weren’t really appreacitive of.

They didn’t realize how much work people actually put into the job. It made Jungkook think about the job offer he had received.

He wanted to take it, he really did. But he was worried about so many things. He was relatively confident in his work, but what if others didnt like it?

Not only was that a worry of his. He worried about his feelings for y/n. To be honest he didn’t really regret what had happened at the club and if his phone wouldn’t have rung he would have gone all the way with her.

Not only because of lust or his own sexual desire. But because of how he had been feeling about her. He smiled when he thought about her and he wanted to be with her.

It was unfortunate really, that the one girl that he felt this way about was probably the one girl that he couldn’t have.

He was worried that if he moved to Vegas and was closer to y/n he wouldn’t be able to control himself. He knew that they had set boundaries in the relationship but he wondered what would happen if he cross those boundaries.

Jungkook pulled put his phone to text y/n and see if her boyfriend was home so that he could possibly call her. When he unlocked his phone he discovered that he had multiple messages from her.

Y/n - Are you at home?

Y/n - I’m driving to Cali

Y/n - Where do you live?

Y/n - Jungkook I need you rn

Jungkook immediately called y/n to see what was going on. She said that she was in his town and needed to kow where he lived. He told her and asked her what was going on and if she need him to come and get her. She said that she would explain everything to him once she got there.

Jungkook immediately felt nervous and worried. He first worried about what could have possibly happened to y/n for her to drive over 100 miles to see him in the middle of the night.

Then he look around his messy room and realized that he needed to hurry up and clean it so that y/n would feel comfortable.

He threw the clothes on his floor into the dirty clothes hamper. He made up his bed and then went to take a quick shower and as he was getting out he heard the doorbell ring.

“Coming!” He yelled unsure if y/n could hear him or not.

He quickly dried off and put on clothes and then ran to the door to let her in. He took a deep breath and then opened the door to discover y/n.

She looked dishelved, afriad and her lip was bleeding. Just looking at her Jungkook knew what had happened and he could feel his blood starting to boil.

“Im going to kill him.” He said as y/n stepped in and he engulfed her into a hug pulling her close to him.

She let out a long sigh as Jungkook held her in his arms and before he knew it she had started to cry profusely.

“Babygirl, what did he do to you?” Jungkook said softly placing his hand on her chin so that he could see her face.

Y/n said nothing and continued to cry. Jungkook had a lot of questions but he knew y/n just needed to cry and get all of her emotions out so he just shut up and held her. He softly rubbed her hair and whispered that everything was going to be okay.

After y/n had calmed down a bit her and Jungkook were sat on the sofa with a first aid kit and a box of kleenex.

Jungkook was wiping the blood off of her lip with an alcohol wipe and then putting a small circle bandaid to cover to bleeding.

“I’ve never seen him that angry before.” She finally spoke.

“What happened?” He asked.

“I caught him cheating. All of sudden he got really mad and he just hit me.”

“He cheated on you and then he put his hands on you? Im really going to kill him.” Jungkook said rage clearly evident in his eyes.

“Jungkook, I wasn’t lying to you when I told you that he had never hit me before. I have no clue what got into him. Yes he yells at me on occasions but that was the first time he has every hurt me physically.” She spoke.

“He was upset that you caught him. He felt powerless and wanted to exert his dominance over you. Are you in a lot of pain?” He asked.

“No, It didn’t even really hurt when he hit me, I was just in shock. There was something in his eyes. The way he looked at me, it really scared me.”

“Don’t worry, I’m here for you and he isn’t going to hurt you again. I promise.” Jungkook said.

“Thank you for being here for me. Can I stay here for the night?” She asked.

“Of course. I don’t have a guest bedroom but you are more than welcome to sleep in my bed with me.” He said.

“Can I take a shower?” She asked.

“Yes, let me show you where it is.” Jungkook said grabbing ahold of her hand and guiding her to the restroom.

“There are clean towels in the cabinet and shampoo in the shower. Let me know if you need anything else.” Y/n just nodded and Jungkook exited the bathroom closing the door behind himself.

He sat on the bed while y/n showered and waited for her. Part of him felt excited that y/n was in his shower in his apartment right now and then they other part of him felt sad that it was under these circumstances.

A while later y/n stepped into the bedroom with a towel drapped around her body and Jungkook remembered that he didn’t give her anyting to wear.

He quickly arose from the bed and went to his top drawer to find her some clothes.

He handed her a Tshirt and pair of shorts. “Is this alright?” He asked.

“Yes this is good.” She said. She dropped the towel that was on her body to the floor. Jungkook turned away as he didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable by his staring.

Y/n laughed a little bit at this and slid his t-shirt over her head.

“You do realize that men stare at my body on a daily basis and I don’t mind if you look right?” She asked as she slid into the bed getting under the blankets.

“Yes, I just didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable.” He said sliding into the bed next to her.

Y/n held his blanket up to her nose and sniffed it. “It smells just like you.” She said.

“Is that a good thing?” He asked smelling the blankets to see if they smelled bad.

“That’s a great thing, I love your scent and you could never make me feel uncomfortable. In fact I’m the most comfortable when I’m with you.” She said closing her eyes.

Jungkook stared at her for a while admiring her beauty. She had her hair slicked back into a ponytail, bags under her eyes and a bandaid on her lip but he still thought she was the most beautiful women in the world.

“Goodnight beautiful.” Jungkook said as he softly kissed her on her forehead.

“Goodnight.” She said snuggling up closer to him.

The next morning Jungkook woke up from the sound of his phone ringing. It was his parent’s reminding him that they were cooking lunch for him today.

It was something that they did almost every month on this exact same day. But his parent’s felt the need to remind him everytime.

He hung up the phone and rolled over to see y/n blinking as she woke up and then sat up on the bed.

“Good morning.” She said looking down at him.

He reached up to softly stroke her face causing her to smile.

“How are you feeling this morning?” He asked.

“A lot better. Thanks to you.” She said.

“Really I didn’t do anything though?” He replied.

“You were here for me. You talked to me and made me feel better, I really appreciate that.” She said.

“Well, would you like to show your appreciation?” He asked.

“Yes how?”

“My parent’s are cooking lunch for us.  Let’s go eat.” He said.

“You want me to meet your parent’s? Don’t you think it’s a little to early in our relationship for that?” She joked.

Jungkook laughed. “Come on, it’ll take your mind off of everything and you’ll have a great time.”

“I can’t say no to free food.” She replied getting out of the bed. “But we have one problem, what am I going to wear?”

After they went to the mall to buy y/n an outfit. They also went to get flowers for his mother. A couple hours later they arrived at his parents house.

They walked up to the door and ring the bell. He wasn’t nervous at all for y/n to meet his parents. He knoew they would like her. He just didn’t want them to bombard her with questions.

His mom answered the door with a smile on her face growing even larger as she saw that he was with a girl.

“My dear son I miss you so much” she said kissing him on the cheek.

“I miss you too Mom.”

“Who is this beautiful young lady?” She says smiling delightfully at y/n.

“This is my friend y/n I really wanted you and Dad to meet her.”

“I’m so glad you brought her come in, your dad is going to be so excited.” She said hugging y/n.

We walked into the house and I put the flowers that I had gotten in a vase and then went to find my father.

Y/n stayed in the kitchen helping my mom finish up lunch.

Jungkook found his father in the den watching the football game. He was excited to see him and they talked for a while. Jungkook warned him that he had brought his friend with him and his father grew excited when he realized it was a girl.

“Come eat boys.” Jungkook’s mom called from downstairs.

Y/n seemed to be getting along really well with Jungkook’s mother. She smiled at Jungkook as he entered the the kitchen.

He smiled back at her walking over to her and grabbing her hand squeezing it softly so that his parents didn’t notice.

They were all sitting down and the dining room having a good lunch. They did ask y/n a lot of questions but nothing too personal.

Finally his mom’s curiosity got the best of him and he decided to ask.

“Are you two romantically involved?” She asked.

Y/n smiled at her before politely denying a romantic relationship.

“Aw that’s a shame. You are such a sweet and beautiful girl.” His mom said.

“Thank you so much.” Y/n replied.

“Just when we thought Jungkook had finally decided to get a girlfriend.” His dad added.

“Y/n is my girlfriend. She’s a girl that is my friend.” Jungkook said winkimg at y/n causing her to shake her head and smile.

“You’ve been single for some while Jungkook.” His dad said.

“You know the Parks from next door? Their daughter is in town from college. Maybe you should take her out on a date sometime while she’s here.” His mom suggested.

“You think that’s a good idea? I don’t know. I’m not really interested in dating her.” He said.

“Really why not?”

“Because I’d rather date someone else.” Jungkook said staring directly at y/n who just happened to he looking down in this awkward situation but looked up at him when he said that comment and blushed a bit.

Jungkook wondered if his parents noticed the subtle flirts they had been sending each other across the table the entire time. Either way he didn’t care.

“You know dad y/n wanted to be a lawyer.” Jungkook said.

“Really?” His dad said excitement radiating through his voice.

“But I don’t think it’s really possible now.” She said.

“Preposterous! Anything is possible. You are a smart young lady you can do it if you want to. If you decide that you want to I know someone who can get you into a really good law school the same one that I graduated from.”

“I don’t know. But thank you so much for offering.” She said.

“Did you mention what you did now sweetie?” His mom asked.

“ I am a uh - ” she struggled to find the right words.

“She’s an exotic dancer.” Jungkook answered for her and y/n opened her mouth in shock that he had been so blunt.

“Oh wow! I was too when I was your age.” His mom added almost excited that she had another thing in common  with y/n.

“You were?” Jungkook and Y/n both said simultaneously.

“Yes she was, in fact that’s how I met her.” Jungkook’s dad added.

Jungkook’s mom started to share stories about her days as a stripper. Jungkook tried to avoid the conversation because listening to his mom talking about getting naked in front of guys made him uncomfortable.

But he couldn’t help but notice how happy y/n look and how comfortable she was probably feeling right now. Her parents are no longer alive and she didn’t get to have family time like this. He was really happy that she was enjoying herself.

Once they had finished eating and they had spent a little bit more time together. Jungkook and y/n decided to leave.

Jungkook’s mom hugged both of them squeezing y/n really tight.

“Dancing a good way too make money but if you ever decide to take me up on the lawyer thing, here’s my card.” He said handing y/n a business card.

“Thank you so much.” She replied.

Jungkook and y/n left his parents house and headed back to his apartment first making a quick stop at the gas station to grab some snacks. They decided that they would watch a movie and lay in bed all day.

Once they were in bed with a bowl of popcorn they started to talk about the lunch. Y/n smiled a lot when speaking. Jungkook could tell his plan to get her mind off of her problems had worked.

“Your parents are the sweetest people I’ve ever met in my entire life. They didnt an even judge me when you told them my profession.”  She said.

“Of course not, they like you already.”

“Thank so much for bringing me I really needed something like that.” She said before placing a kiss on his lips.

Jungkook moved the bowl of popcorn in his hands and sat it on the table next to his bed. He pulled y/n closer into him taking in and her features.

“So are you going to go on this date?” She asked.

“Why would I go on a date with her?” He asked.

“Because your parents want you to.”

“No they suggested that I should. I was serious when I said I had someone else that I wanted to date.”

“Really who?” Y/n asked although she already knew the answer.

Jungkook held her hand in his.

“Yn, I’m really falling for you.”

Better off with you

Notes: Anon: drabble challenge number 2, with whoever you want. I took this chance to write some Davekat!!! YAY!! i dont write them often… i really need too :,) i love those dorks. anyway, thank you anon for the suggestion! i hope i didnt let you down!

Word count: idc you figure it out

Warnings: nothing unless a boy comforting another after having a nightmare scares you

Prompt: “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

Karkat looked up, staring at the ceiling. Lying next to him was his blonde boyfriend: Dave. He was fast asleep, in a little ball. He was slowly rising up and down with every small breath, a sleeping beauty with a horrible history.

The pattern became simple. Slowly in, quick breath out. Slowly in, quick breath out. Snore. Repeat. Karkat has memorized everything that other people don’t notice. It was kind of creepy to Dave, but he didn’t mind it. Anything to keep the other from going insane.

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"I just feel like laying in bed all day." (Nate Maloley Imagine)

Requested by anonymous: “Hey can you do an imagine where Nate and y/n is on their bed and y/n is playing with Nate’s butt and hair, and they’re both having a cute moment the Omaha squad comes in one by one and lays in their be and takes over the moment and Nate does his best to get them out by fails?”


It was around 10:30, Saturday morning, and you were just waking up, Nate’s bed empty beside you. You sat up and rubbed your eyes just as Nate walked back into the room, a tray in his hands.

“Good morning beautiful.” Nate said as he handed you the tray, which you now saw was full of breakfast foods, bacon, eggs, pancakes, and orange juice.

“Morning baby.” You said as he kissed you sweetly. “You made breakfast, I see.” You said with a smile as Nate got comfortable in the bed next to you.

“Yeah, I was hungry, and I figured you’d be waking up soon, so I decided to make breakfast.” He said as he situated the tray in between the two of you.“I don’t know about you, but I just feel like laying in bed all day.” Nate added, as he flipped on the TV.

“Sounds good to me.” You agreed. You sat there, watching cheesy sitcoms and enjoying your breakfast.

After you were finished, Nate moved the tray to his nightstand and rolled over on top of you, hugging you tight and positioning his head on your chest. You began running your fingers through his hair. You sat there for what felt like hours, just the two of you, talking. No conversation topics of importance, but you enjoyed it. After a while, Nate got up to take your dishes back down to the kitchen, and you pinched his butt cheek as he walked past you. He gave you a smirk and you laughed at him.

“Is that what it feels like when I pinch yours?” He asked. You nodded. “Hmm, interesting.” He laughed.

You laid in bed, scrolling through your various social medias, only to be interrupted by Nate jumping on top of you.

“OW, you hit me in the mouth with your big ass head.” You said, playfully pushing him off of you.

“You don’t complain when it’s my other head.” He said with a wink.

“Nathan!” You yelled, playfully hitting him in the arm. Nate just laughed at you.

“I’m joking, chill.” He said, getting back into his earlier position, his head on your chest, and his arms around your waist. “Play with my hair again, it feels good.” He said. You laughed and began running your fingers through his hair again, as he let out a small moan. “I can understand why you ask me to do this now. It’s one of the best feelings in the world.” He said laughing.

“I know. I tried to tell you, but you didn’t believe me.” You said. Just then, you started putting little braids in random spots in his hair. “Are the guys still asleep?” You asked.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. When I went down there, they looked like they were dead. But then they all snored, so I figured everything was okay, and I came back up here.” He said. You sat there with him for a little while longer, braiding his hair and talking about random things again, before your moment was ruined by Sammy walking into the room and making himself comfortable in the bed.

“Good morning to my favorite lovebirds.” He said, flashing his signature smile, trying to make matters better.

“Can we help you?” Nate asked.

“Can I get some of those pancakes you were making earlier? They smelled good.” Sammy said.

“You can make yourself some.” Nate said.

“Never mind. I’m not hungry.” Sammy said. Just then Johnson came into the room, shortly followed by Gilinsky.

“Well, guess I better make some room then.” Nate said as he sat up in your lap, giving the rest of the guys room to sit in the bed.

“There goes our lazy day doing nothing in bed.” You added.

“Please. We all know you both were gonna get up to something.” Gilinsky said with a smirk, followed by a pillow to the face from Nate.

“Hush up boy. Can we get our room back to ourselves? Or is that too much to ask?” Nate asked, and you could tell he was getting irritated.

“Baby, it’s fine. They’re not gonna leave anyway.” You whispered to him.

“Yeah, that’s too much to ask.” Johnson said.

“Yo, (Y/N), those braids are cool. Can you put some in my hair?” Sammy asked.

“They’re just basic braids but okay.” You said. Nate and Sammy swapped spots and you braided his hair, Johnson just snapchatting away.

Even though your lazy day plans with Nate were interrupted by the boys, you still loved being around all of them.

[One More]

Series: Fairy Tail.
Pairing: Gajevy.
Dedication: @pookelucy

A/N: Happy belated birthday to you <3 <3 Inspired by the recently released Christmas special. 

;Holding her face in both hands, Gajeel leaned in towards her. “One.”

Gajeel woke to the quiet hum of surrounding snoring. Everything from Erza’s holiday tyranny to the clash of naked limbs was a blur. He vaguely remembered fending off a drunken Natsu, whose desire to pick a fight escalated with Erza’s late absence. Gray, too, had become a victim to Natsu’s need to brawl. 

As he lay on his back in the frigid room, Gajeel wondered, for a moment, if Erza’s journey home had been successful. Then again, Titania wasn’t one to fall to the frosty hands of a winter snowfall. 

Despite his aches and pains, Gajeel felt a lingering satisfaction from the night before. In spite of everything, he couldn’t deny that he’d thoroughly enjoyed the party. Celebrating the holidays like this…Gajeel could never have imagined such a thing would be so much fun.

Through the adjacent window, Gajeel could see out into the seemingly moonless night. Snowflakes danced across his line of sight only to be carried away by a brisk gust of wind. Thin shafts of starlight broke through the darkness, exposing his scattered guild-mates as they slept through the dead of night. The sight of his friends laid out with their bare skin on display reminded Gajeel of his own predicament. Groping down his stomach, Gajeel held his breath until his fingers stopped at the drawstring of his pants. 

At least, he hoped they were his pants. 

“Shit,” he groaned into the darkness. “What time is it?” 

Leaning up on his palms, Gajeel skimmed the darkness in search of the rest of his clothes. Despite the hanging mist of cold air, Gajeel felt eerily hot as he took in the curve of naked forms all around him. That heat increased tenfold when his gaze fell upon Levy’s back. She lay curled up in Lucy’s arms, her figure trembling like a leaf cast adrift in the falling snow. The shirt she wore barely concealed the the shape of her hips.

As he approached, he noticed she’d tucked her legs up against her chest in the night, leaving enough room for Gajeel to sneak her into his arms without stirring the sleeping blonde beside her. When he’d freed Levy from the arms of her comrade, Gajeel took a moment to lower her shirt as far as it would stretch. 

Hoisting her up into his arms, Gajeel leaned to retrieve his coat from Lucy’s bed and quietly wrapped it over Levy’s half-naked form, all the while keeping his eyes forward to avoid catching a glimpse of something he had no permission to see. Hooking an arm under her thighs, the other pressed to her back, Gajeel then made his way out into the cool night. 

The crunch of snow under his bare feet made the journey home a task, but it wasn’t long before Gajeel entered the small apartment he called home. Lily was sound asleep on the couch, having partied a little himself with Happy and the others. It wasn’t often the two were separated, so it was always a pleasure to return home and see that his friend was safe. 

Shuffling into the bedroom, Gajeel lowered Levy to the large bed and drew the blankets up to her neck. When she was fully covered, he leaned in to knock skeins of hair back from her face. Seeing her now, eyes closed, brows furrowed against the cold, Gajeel felt as though he’d been looking but never truly seeing all this time. She let out a whimper when he caressed her flushed cheek.

With a grunt, Gajeel offered a silent goodnight in the rear of his mind before turning back to the doorway. It’d be better, he decided, if he curled up on the couch with Lily. 

Levy’s fingers gripped the back of his pants as he attempted to leave. Startled but not in the least surprised, he craned his neck to peer down at her. She gazed up at him with tired eyes, eyes that barely saw anything through the darkness. Even so, it was clear in those brown eyes that Levy recognised his silhouette. She looked at him now as she’d looked at him for the first time, with a glimmer of fear. That fear, however, was not the same fear she’d felt back then. It was an acknowledgement of her feelings as she exposed them in the shape of a smile. He, too, shared in her fear. The fear of loving someone so much that their very existence might cause him pain. 

“Gajeel?” she whispered through the darkness, leaning up on an elbow to get a better look at him. “Where are we?”

“My place,” he said in a whisper. “I thought you’d catch a–”

“Stay with me,” she said, lowering her gaze to the floor. 

“Er, Shrimp, you might wanna put some pants on before making that kind of demand.”

Her hold on his pants strengthened. “Stupid Gajeel.”

Rolling his eyes, Gajeel carefully plucked her fingers from the material of his pants and dropped to sit on the edge of the bed. Comforted by his silent admission to stay beside her, Levy’s eyelids fluttered to a close and she once again curled up as she had in Lucy’s apartment.  

Combing his fingers through her hair, Gajeel expected to hear the soft hum of Levy’s snoring almost immediately after. When that sound never came, Gajeel pressed his palm flat to her forehead. No fever. 

“Gajeel?” she asked, opening her eyes to gaze at the far wall. 


“About what I said…”

“Huh? What did you say?”

“About your eyebrows.” She fell silent for a moment, apparently sifting through her thoughts. “Actually, I think they’re cool. Your piercings.”

Gajeel cleared his throat. “Yeah, yeah. I’d already forgotten.”

“I had fun,” she hummed. “Being together, all of it, even the embarrassing stuff, it was fun.” 

“Yeah,” he agreed. “Erza’s idea of fun sure is scary.”

Levy laughed her agreement. “Say, Gajeel?”

“What is it now, Shrimp? It’s late, you should get some sleep.”

“I want…a goodnight kiss.”

Gajeel’s flesh prickled. “Are you still drunk, Shorty?!” 

“I don’t know, maybe,” she confessed. “After seeing everyone naked I think I’m just feeling a little bolder.”

Gajeel grimaced. She had a point. He’d sobered up shortly after Erza’s departure and, even then, the tingling warmth of their night had lingered on. It was understandable that Levy was still under that same influence. 

One,” he acquiesced. “Then you have to sleep.” 

“One what?” Levy asked, seeming to have forgotten her statement already. 

“Forget it. Just close yer eyes and go to sleep already. I’m going to check on Lily.”

Before he could rise, Levy leaned up to seize his arm against her chest. She was shaking with the cold. Sucking in a quiet breath, he gave her shoulder a comforting squeeze. Despite the way she trembled, Gajeel thought Levy felt warm to the touch. Gazing at her now was like melting in the warm glow of a sunset. 

“One,” she said. “Then I’ll sleep.”

Holding her face in both hands, Gajeel leaned in towards her. “One.”

Her warm breath fanned his face, carrying with it a sweet scent of berry flavoured alcohol. His descent towards her seemed to transcend the boundaries of time. He could almost taste the flavour of her lips as his face closed in on hers. And then, lowering her face at the last second, Gajeel pressed his lips to her forehead.

Pulling away from him, Levy touched a hand to her forehead and gazed off into the distance. “S-stupid Gajeel.”

Threading his fingers into the hair at the back of her neck, Gajeel leaned in to brush his lips against her ear. “If you want another one, you’ll have to wait until yer sober.”

“Fine,” she whimpered.

“Good,” he replied.


“Good night, Levy.”

“Good night, Gajeel.”

The next morning, through the fog of a lingering hangover and the invasive glow of sunlight, Gajeel was woken by the soft hum of footsteps shuffling into the room. His eyes opened to the familiar hint of a smile beaming down on him. Blue waves scattered shadows across his face. 

“Levy?” he grumbled, wiping a hand across his brow. “What’s going on?”

The sweep of morning sunlight made it difficult for Gajeel to gather his senses. That is, until warm breath fanned his cheek. She crouched on her knees beside the couch, both arms folded beside his head. When she’d settled comfortably beside him, Gajeel watched her through the corner of his eye.


Finding the strength to sit up on his elbow, Gajeel looked down at Levy, who’d wrapped herself in one of his blankets. Her cheeks appeared flushed and her eyes were glazed over from an apparent lack of sleep.

“Yeah, Shrimp?” he answered, not entirely sure what to expect.

Her smile jounced his universe. “One more. 

Drunk (Jr.)

Request: Could you write a scenario where junior gets drunk and you have to bring him home and when you both get to his place he confesses and you don’t know what to do, the next day you tell him everything that happened and you confess as well?

Length: 1,327 words

Genre: Fluff/Angst

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anonymous asked:


Who falls asleep on the couch:

Kili like a big dumb tomcat, down to the happy purring when Tauriel strokes his hair and scratches his belly omg

Who makes friends with the neighbors:

Both of them, though Tauriel gets embarrassed very easily and ends up saying adorably dumb things. But she learns to bake good cookies and the neighbors appreciate that. Kili is a lot more easygoing and effortlessly fun.

Who is the adventurous eater:

Both of them. Just walking down the street with their arms hooked together and Kili seeing something weird in a shop window somewhere and being like “WE MUST HAVE THAT WE MUST TRY IT’ and then they make equally atrocious attempts at mastering different types of cuisine. But practice makes perfect and I like to think they like to experiment a lot.

Who hogs the covers at night:

Tauriel, but she also hogs Kili, and ends up being the big spoon very often. Kili doesn’t complain.

Who forgets to do the dishes:

They’re both scatterbrains, but I think Tauriel. Not because she’s messy, she just… forgets. But they end up washing them together when Kili comes home and telling each other about their day and bumping into each other ~entirely by accident and making out on the counter so it’s all good.

Who tries to surprise their partner more often:

Ooh, Kili. Hopeless romantic. Buys trips and gifts and stuff, and makes picnics, and for one especially memorable anniversary, takes Tauriel up on the roof of their building and they have a nice dinner and dance to nice music and watch the stars together.

Who leaves dirty laundry on the floor:

Kili, messy bessy. Tauriel too, sometimes, but it’s more about tossing her clothes off and then promptly forgetting where they’d landed, rather than being messy.

Who stays up until 2AM reading:

Tauriel. She’s a notoriously light sleeper, and it bothers them both, but there’s nothing to be done, really. Kili doesn’t mind too much, he just latches onto her and snores through everything.

Who sings in the shower:

Kili, loudly and off-key and happily. It’s a family trait.

Who takes the selfies:

>Both of them, together, always. They like things documented in these little personal snaps, it’s nice.

Who plans date night:

Kili, the hopeless romantic.

matthewadaddario  asked:

sterek + 12 :)

“You know, we are literally playing out the roles of teenagers at the start of a Friday the Thirteenth movie,” Stiles complains, swats another gnat. “What was the appeal of coming out here again?”

"Nature,” Derek grunts, drops another log on the camp fire before dropping down beside him. “And, to behave like teenagers,” he smirks, leans in to kiss Stiles’ shoulder. He slips a hand under Stiles’ shirt at the same time, and Stiles hisses at his slightly chilly touch, jerks away.

“And, now you’re literally acting out the role of the douchebag jock that can’t even be bothered to hire a motel room to take his blushing virgin—” he shakes himself, “I am not the virgin in your horror movie, Derek Hale!”

"Well, you’re certainly no virgin,” Derek huffs, “But, maybe if you keep yelling loud enough Jason Voorhees will stalk out of the trees and punish you for being promiscuous and noisy.”

“You like me being both those things,” Stiles snarks back, shoving a stick into the fire crossly. 

Derek sighs, moves to sit away from him, and Stiles immediately feels all the colder for it. “Do you just want to go home?”

“I didn’t say that!”

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picklestpickle  asked:

eren making gentle whistling cat snores

levi’s been doing everything possible to distract himself, but he can bear it no longer. he knows it’s dangerous, knows if he turns around and sees

he is a weak man. not in the traditional sense, maybe, but when it comes to eren, he is weak.

he finally turns, eyes landing on eren asleep by the campfire. the cat hood is drooped over his sleeping face, his fingers curled cutely - god - near his cheek. worst of all are the gentle whistling snores that escape him every so often, which under normal circumstances levi would find annoying, but with eren, it’s–

the gentle sounds cease briefly, and levi wonders if he’s been caught staring. but then, eren’s nose scrunches a bit in sleep, eyelashes fluttering, before his face relaxes again. not long after, the snores resume. levi feels like he’s just run a mile.

it’ll be a miracle if he survives the night.

So I'm in bed right now...

… trying to sleep and my girlfriend is totally asleep (complete with snores and everything but they don’t bother me).

The thing is, she’s hugging me from behind but it’s pretty hot in Spain and I’m sweating. So I try to break free from her hug and


omg isn’t she cute

I can’t escape

I’m melting my ass off

Send help

These Words are a Lie ~A Joshifer Fanfiction~ Chapter Twelve

A/N: Goodness gracious me. These writing blocks really need to leave me alone. I apologize for such the wait on this chapter! All the dialogue and such must have scared my brain away for a while, giving me Jotato syndrome to the max. But somehow, finally, I overcame it. 

Thank goodness, right? I hate making you all wait longer than a week! But low and behold, we’re finally getting to move the story along again. I hope you all enjoy!

As usual, big thank you to anyone and everyone who sends me encouragement and comments. Your words mean the absolute world to me, and give me the confidence to continue on with this story. I appreciate each and every message, so truly, thank you.

And big thanks to my dear partner in crime catching-dandelions, who slapped me in the face and told me to overcome my block lol.

The previous chapter can be found here [x]

All chapters so far can be found here [x]

And without further adooo…

I can barely fathom the events that took place, still trying to catch up with everything and convince myself that I’m not actually dreaming, that this is actually real.

Something that has wracked my sub-conscious for months, years even, solidified. Something that has worried me and kept me up at night, blossomed into something I never could have imagined. Something I never thought I would have the privilege of experiencing, or could have pictured in even my wildest reveries, hardened into the most gorgeous stone of affection.

Emotions so deep, and what I considered forbidden for the longest time, rose up and set themselves free. Feelings I had been so deprived of manifested in a single, powerful moment. Fears that had been plaguing my life and suffocating me, were doused with one blow.

Because somehow, despite all the odds, despite everything terrible that has taken place…

Josh is mine. And I am his.

I can still barely process the thought, process what happened.

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ink-halo asked: Idk if you’re doing prompts but my physical therapy is going pretty hard so I’ve been in a lot of pain lately and I absolutely adore you and your writing and I was wondering if you would do a destiel au where they’re both like YouTubers or tumblr famous or something like that?? I don’t know sorry if I’m bothering you ❤️❤️❤️❤️

((I doubt that this is what you wanted, but it’s what I came up with.))

Dean threw his baseball mitt and helmet into the corner of his room and went straight to his laptop. He had ten new messages that he needed to respond to as quickly as possible.

When Charlie convinced him to get a tumblr, he never imagined that it would be like this. He figured he’d follow a few blogs that focused on cars or movies, maybe a few with some porn, and spend his free time scrolling through the pictures and possibly getting off.

Then someone had came to him on anon and asked for his advice on how to come out to his family (a little investigating revealed that Dean had done some drunk blogging and put out a little more information than he had planned to.) After that, Dean’s blog had become more of an advice column and he’d actually gotten quite popular.

He answered the questions to the best of his abilities, occasionally pushing his glasses up to the top of his head and rubbing his eyes tiredly. He never felt like his answers were helpful enough.

When he was done answering, he went to his dash so that he could scroll for a while before dinner. He looked at pictures of cars and gifs from movies, reblogging the ones he liked to show people later.

He frowned when he saw a text post from another popular advice blog, run by his sort of friend Castiel who lived in Illinois.

I can’t take it when you do these things over and over. You promised to stop, so why won’t you?

Dean frowned. He and Castiel weren’t really friends but they would occasionally reblog each other’s posts and add their own advice or send a few messages back and forth. Despite not being close, Dean was still concerned. he went to Cas’s blog to send him a message.

Hey, you okay?

He went back to his dash and a moment later a little one popped up above his inbox.

Just some family stuff. It’s really hard right now.

Do you need to talk?

My mom’s taking pills again. She promised to stop but she keeps going out. Sometimes she even takes me with her and I don’t know what to do.

I kind of went through the same thing with my dad, only he drank. My mom eventually moved me and my brother out until he got help. Is there anywhere you can go?

Dean hesitated before he hit send. He had never told anyone about his dad before, but if Cas was opening up to him, he could at least try to be helpful.

Only to my dad’s, but he moved to Kansas when I six. I only see him on my birthday, if he flies out to see me.

Leaving really put things into perspective for my dad. You should really think about it. Ps. I live in Kansas, it’s not so bad.

I’ll think about it. Thanks, Dean.

No problem. Hope it turns out okay.

After he sent the message, Dean logged off of the Internet and went to see what his mom was cooking downstairs.


About a month later Dean was scrolling through his tumblr when he got a message. He opened his inbox and saw that it was from Cas.

I took your advice. I’m starting school in Kansas tomorrow.

That’s awesome. How are things with your dad?

He’s glad I’m here. I guess I am, too. The worst thing he does is snore too loud.

Good. I hope everything goes well tomorrow.

Me, too. I wish I had at least one friend here. But I’m sure I’ll meet some people soon.

You will. Good luck.



The next day, Dean settled into his seat in his history class and took his study guide out. They had a test that day and he was feeling pretty good about it.

“Is this seat taken?” He heard a deep voice ask from beside him,

“No, man, it’s all– Castiel?” Dean recognized the dark haired boy from the occasional picture that he would post. Brows furrowed over blue eyes for a second before it clicked.


“Yeah. You didn’t tell me your dad lived in Lawrence.”

“I didn’t think you’d know where if was.” Cas took the seat and opened his bag. He took out his notebook and a pen.

The teacher came in and explained that they had a new student and told Castiel not to worry about the yet that they were about to take and to just relax. He was doodling in his notebook every time Dean glanced at him. They walked out of the room together after the class was over.

“You got your wish,” Dean said, shooting him a smile. Cas tilted his head.

“What wish?” Dean threw his arm over Cas’s shoulder and turned him in the right direction of his next class.

“You have a friend here.” Cas smiled and looked down at his feet.

“Well, I don’t think I could have wished for a better one.”

auspiciousleader  asked:

Fab needs a prompt! Must work quick brain! Uh uh snoring! Soma snoring and reactions! Interpret as you will

His snoring drove her crazy.  She would reach over and smack him with her pillow, and he would grunt, shuffle slightly, and keep snoring.  Maka would groan and shove him enough to startle him awake.

Stop,” she would moan.

“Not doin’ anything,” he would slur sleepily, and she’d groan again and flop back against her pillow.

He seemed to snore most often when he lay on his back.  She would wrap Soul’s arms around her middle and make him cuddle up on his side as they settled in for sleep, and this helped, but somewhere in the middle of the night, they’d roll apart among the tangled sheets and his snoring would start, loud and raucous and shaking the windows in their frames.

Once she stood with her hands on her hips in the drug store, tapping one sneaker-clad foot as she gazed at the array of products in front of her.  Soul had been grabbing bags of chips in another aisle and joined her as she held two in her hand, weighing her options.

No, Maka, c’mon, it’s not that bad,” he said, a tinge of red across his cheeks as he dragged her away.

“Yes it is!” she insisted, dropping the boxes unceremoniously as he hustled her towards the checkout line.  “Ugh!”

After the worst nights, she would feel almost hungover in the morning, groggy and unresponsive.  Soul would slide into his chair at the kitchen table, looking a little sheepish and passing her a bowl of cereal.

Maka would stare in the dark for what felt like hours at his sleeping body, watching the rise and fall of his chest and feeling like her ears were going to melt off, and hate, hate, hate his snoring.

But she would give everything in the world to hear it now, as she stands in too-tight black shoes and watches his unmoving chest.  All she can hear is quiet murmuring, muffled sobs behind handkerchiefs, barely worn dress clothes stretching ominously as people stiffly hugged one another.  She wants to shove him, hard, as hard as she can so he can grunts and grouse at her, grumbling and grouchy, but she can’t because he won’t wake no matter what she does anymore.

Her hearing seems hypersensitive all day, all through the droning speeches, all through the short car ride to the gravesite, the wails of anguish as they stood in that sunny courtyard pounding against her brain.  She stands with her hands clasped over her abdomen, head bowed slightly, and concentrates on tuning out the sounds that are starting to give her a headache.

The phrase “silent as the grave”, she realizes later that evening, is not quite accurate; the noises in that windy cemetery were almost deafening, loud and insistent.  It is here, in her apartment, where the silence reigns, where the emptiness echoes painfully in her ears.  She had though the noise was bad, but really, what killed was the silence.

And then it isn’t silent anymore: there is the sound of her knees hitting the hardwood floor, the choked sobs ripping past her lips, the soft shake of her shoulders as Maka cries in an apartment that is finally, finally, just as she’d wished, quiet.

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Going Numb

This summer has quickly spiraled out of control. I had to say goodbye to my best friend this past Tuesday. The drive to the animal shelter felt like the longest car ride I’ve ever endured. I miss him so much — him greeting me as I walk in the door, his adorable snoring, his terrible dog breath, everything. But he’s feeling better now. The house feels empty without him.