Dean falls asleep with Cas’ fingers sliding over his back. It’s become a ritual, Dean flopping down on the bed, Cas sitting down next to him to massage the day’s ache out of his muscles. But inevitably, the massage turns to a tender caress as Dean slips into sleep, Cas’ long fingers gliding instead of digging. Dean doesn’t seem to mind.
Dean drifts in and out of consciousness, enjoying the security in the weight of Cas’ hand. But he never notices the patterns Cas is drawing, the careful design Cas creates as he connects Dean’s freckles in invisible lines.
Over the countless nights they spend like this, Cas creates an entire night sky over Dean’s body, drawing constellations into that expanse of skin. He builds a universe all his own, creates the stories that go along with each figure, great legends of bravery and undying love.
Dean lies there, softly snoring, sometimes smacking his lips, completely oblivious.
Until one night, he doesn’t.
“What’re you doing, Cas?” Dean mumbles into his pillow.
Cas is caught so off guard that he just answers honestly. “Drawing constellations.”
Dean doesn’t bother to lift his head out of his arms. “Feels like you know what you’re doing. Have you done this before?”
“Yes,” Cas answers, relieved that Dean doesn’t sound shocked or angry.
After a few seconds, Dean rolls to his back, giving Cas his bare chest and stomach. “And what are these constellations?” He’s groggy, but still amused.
Cas grins, then drags his finger over a cluster of freckles on Dean’s rib cage. He starts talking, telling Dean his made up stories. Dean laughs, a deep rumble that tickles into Cas’ fingers and works its way up Cas’ arm and into his chest.
“This is what you do when I’m asleep? Should I be worried that you not only have my freckles memorized, but that you’ve turned them into a solar system?”
Cas’ stomach sinks. “I’m sorry. I suppose it is a little strange.” He pulls his hand away, embarrassed and a little nervous.
Dean leans up and grabs it, pulls Cas’ hand back down to his chest, right over his heart. “I was just teasing, Cas.”
Dean pulls him down into a deep kiss, turning so that they are both on their sides, totally tangled in each other.
Cas sighs into Dean’s mouth with relief that he can go on living in the magical galaxy that is Dean Winchester.
anyways alec likes to cuddle and he always wraps himself around magnus in bed to keep warm and he instantly knows when magnus isn’t there because he suddenly feels cold and alone and finds it difficult to fall back to sleep without magnus because he misses the warmth and safety his boyfriend provides so he always finds himself getting up to go look for him. sometimes he’ll find magnus in the kitchen making coffee and alec will instantly walk up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist, head resting on magnus’ shoulder, humming softly while closing his eyes again. and magnus will just laugh softly under his breath. sometimes he’ll find magnus reading on the couch and he’ll lie down next to him, resting his head in his lap and instantly falling asleep while magnus continues reading while running his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair. most of the time when he feels magnus trying to get out of bed , he’ll just tighten his grip on magnus and pull him back down while mumbling “stay” and magnus can’t resist staying and even let’s out a little giggle when alec’s soft snores start to fill the silence again
I haven’t posted a fic on tumblr in a while, so I hope you guys like this one. I decided to do an eighth year fic where Simon and Baz take a divination class. One vision later, and chaos ensues.
Word Count: 2599
As an eighth year, students at Watford were required to take at least one semester of divination. Simon, like many other students, thought the class was ridiculous and a waste of time. But it wasn’t up to him, so he begrudgingly followed Penny and Agatha to class.
“This is stupid,” Simon muttered.
Penny made an unsatisfied clucking noise.
“It isn’t actually. The prophecy that predicted your arrival? That was the result of an oracle.”
“So?” Simon asked.
“So, you coming to Watford is a result of divination, the thing you think is stupid,” Penny said.
Simon rolled his eyes.
“Okay but we aren’t oracles are we? I don’t have time to waste on crystal balls and tarot cards,” Simon said.
“We’re also studying divination bones,” Penny said, excitement in her voice.
“What do you have to do that’s so pressing Simon? Chase Baz around some more?” Agatha asked.
Simon felt heat color his cheeks.
“No. I told you that I decided to give up on that. Wherever he was at the beginning of last term isn’t my business,” Simon said.
“Then just be grateful we get to take an easy class this semester. It’s almost a guaranteed A,” Agatha said.
“Fine,” Simon said.
They made their way into Madam Bellamy’s classroom, Penny looking hungry to start right away and Simon and Agatha trailing behind looking bored. Simon eyed Agatha nervously. They had broken up a couple of weeks ago, and though she’d been acting perfectly normal ever since, Simon worried that at any moment she might stop talking to him altogether.
Madam Bellamy strode into the room, her expression a combination of nervousness and enthusiasm. Simon could tell that she already knew how most people felt about the divination requirement; it was if she was already steeling herself for the snickering comments of disbelieving students. She cleared her throat prettily before speaking.
“Even though today is the first day of classes, we’ll need to begin with lessons right away. We only have one semester to get through quite a bit of material,” She said.
Simon heard an ill-disguised snicker from the other side of the room. He knew who it was before he looked up. Baz had a hand over his mouth, smiling underneath his palm cruelly. Although Simon didn’t buy into the whole divination thing, it pissed him off that Baz could look so coolly derisive about it, especially in front of Madam Bellamy.
Madam Bellamy didn’t react; instead she walked over to the table at the front of the room. On it sat several strange items; cards, bones, herbs, glass vials, and bowls. There was one item that Simon did recognize, a crystal ball. She strode over to it and stroked it casually with her hand.
“Today we will begin with what I’m sure is most familiar to all of you. Yes, I know, it’s sort of laughable but I promise you there’s credibility to the practice.”
She passed out the crystal balls, smiling gently at everyone as she did it. Simon glanced uncomfortably at his crystal ball, his blue eyes reflecting back at him in its shiny surface.
“Today you will attempt to gaze into your crystal ball. Most likely, you won’t have any results. But next week? Well, I’m sure you’ll be able to put all Normal psychics to shame,” Madam Bellamy said.
Simon felt strange, as if the ball was all that he could see in his field of vision. He brought up his hands to hold the ball.
“Now, I’m going to turn off all of the lights and close all of the windows. We’ll light some candles to provide a more appropriate level of light.”
Simon couldn’t feel Penny at his side any longer, or Agatha. All he could feel was the crystal’s smooth surface on his palms.
“When you look into your ball, try to visualize and focus on what you’d like to know. You may call me over if you are confused or need clarification.”
Simon couldn’t concentrate on anything except the crystal ball, not even his own thoughts. He knew he wasn’t doing it right, that he was lost to the object instead of asking it what he wanted to know, but he couldn’t stop what was happening. He was falling deeper and deeper into whatever magic existed in the ball, and eventually he couldn’t hear the rest of the room.
His crystal began to mist, like something was appearing inside of it. Simon felt his stomach drop as hazy images began to appear inside the crystal ball. He tried fighting it, to get away from what was happening, but he couldn’t let go of the ball. And then he was seeing himself, inside of the crystal ball. He looked angry and there was someone else there with him. The person stepped forward, and Simon could see hair as dark as pitch. Baz was with him and by the set of his shoulders he was just as upset as Simon looked in the crystal’s surface. And then the unthinkable happened. Simon watched himself kiss Baz. He waited to see Baz throw him off and kill him once and for all. But that never happened. Instead, Simon watched in awe as Baz kissed him back, like it was everything he’d ever wanted.
Simon gasped and fell backwards off of his chair. All of his senses came back to him and he saw that everyone in the room was staring at him. But the only eyes Simon sought out were grey and glaring at him. Simon felt blood rush to his cheeks, felt as if electricity was washing over his bones, and couldn’t break his gaze away from Baz. Eventually, Baz’s glare turned into something else, as if he were confused and maybe a little scared.
The lights flicked out suddenly, breaking the connection between Simon and Baz. Simon shook his head and was helped up by Penny and Agatha.
“Simon, are you all right?” Madam Bellamy asked.
Simon shook his head, trying to get ahold of himself.
“I uh…I’m sorry. I need to go clear my head.”
He walked out of the classroom, visions of black hair and kisses trailing eerily behind him.
Something strange had just happened to Snow. While the rest of the class had been drifting off to sleep in front of their crystal balls, Snow had been staring intently into his. He’d even broken into a sweat before he fell out of his chair. After he threw himself out of his chair Baz thought darkly. Baz had never had much skill in divination; it required a lot of magic and a lot of patience. Snow did have a lot of magic, but had even less patience than Baz had. It didn’t make sense for him to have seen something in his crystal ball, but what else could send him running from the classroom, pale and shaking?
There was also the strange look that Snow had given him before the lights had come back on. It was like he could see Baz, actually see him for everything that he was, in that moment. It had left Baz feeling vulnerable and exposed, like at any moment Snow could have reached out and made tangible all of Baz’s deeply hidden feelings for him.
Baz left the classroom quickly after Madam Bellamy released them, chasing after the only person wearing a cape in the room.
“Bunce!” Baz shouted, shouldering past Trixie.
Bunce froze and turned around, her face guarded but a little curious.
Baz smiled, not kindly.
“What was Snow’s problem? Did he see me taking Wellbelove to the Leavers Ball?”
“I actually don’t know what he saw, not that I’d ever tell you anyways. All I could see was mist. Whatever he saw, it was only meant for him to see.”
Baz blinked, suddenly feeling very nervous.
“You mean…he didn’t tell you what he saw?” Baz asked.
Bunce narrowed her eyes.
“No. Why do you ask?”
Baz frowned and turned away from her, hurrying towards his room. Something shocking had to have appeared in the crystal ball, something so intense that Snow didn’t feel comfortable telling his best friend about it. Which meant one of two things, either Snow saw Baz doing something very bad or he saw him doing something Baz didn’t even want to think about.
He flew up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He was going faster than a human would, which was stupid, but he couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to find out what Snow saw, and try to do damage control. He could always try to convince him that he hadn’t seen what he’d thought he had, or that he’d let his magic get away with him, but Snow was the most stubborn person he knew.
He burst into their room.
“Snow?” He asked.
But there was no one in the room. Snow was gone.
Simon had been avoiding Baz for two days. Ebb had let him stay with her; he’d pretended that Baz was busy with a school project and that he was trying to give him some space. Ebb seemed like she knew he was lying, but that she didn’t mind. Simon had only been going to classes he didn’t have with Baz and leaving a few minutes early so that Baz couldn’t track him down.
He knew Baz was looking for him.
Simon wasn’t sure what to make of that. Did it mean that the Baz in the crystal ball was real? That there was some part of him that cared whether Simon was in their room every night? That wanted Simon to kiss him? Every time Simon tried to wrap his head around what he saw he was always left feeling lightheaded and a bit twisty, like someone was wringing his stomach. He knew he wasn’t ready to face Baz, but he also knew he was out of time. Simon couldn’t hide with Ebb forever; he’d fail all of his classes.
Sulkily he sat out with the herd in front of Ebb’s door, petting a goat softly. He sometimes found comfort in the goats, he didn’t today. The soft crunch of grass made him look up and freeze. Someone was coming towards them, goats trailing behind him.
Baz made his way towards him, his expression unreadable. He had a baby goat in his arms; it slept there comfortably, like it had been there for a while. When Baz reached him he sat next to him, careful not to disturb the kid in his arms.
“Found this one trailing towards campus, don’t know how he got there,” Baz said.
Simon frowned. A baby that young wouldn’t have wondered so far on its own, it would have had to have help. Suddenly he remembered the looks Ebb had been giving him for the past few days, all the gentle questions about how Baz was doing. Simon sighed angrily, he was definitely going to remind Ebb the next time he saw her that he could sort out his own life just fine on his own.
“I do,” Simon said, gently taking the baby from Baz’s arms and laying him on the couch inside Ebb’s place.
“Snow?” Baz asked.
Simon felt his muscles lock down, tension singing through his body.
“Can we talk?” Baz asked.
“Sure,” Simon said.
“In private?” Baz continued.
Simon dropped his head in defeat.
“I guess, yeah,” Simon said.
Simon already knew where they were going as they walked away from Ebb’s house. Baz and Simon only ever talked in private in one place. They trudged silently towards the Mummers House, secrets swirling between them.
Snow wouldn’t look at him. They were climbing the stairs to their room, side by side. Baz felt his heart thrumming fast, as if he was waiting for something to happen. He didn’t know what Snow was going to say when they got to their room or what he was going to say for that matter. But he knew something was going to change.
Baz opened the door to their room and positioned himself against the wall across the room. He wanted to appear unbothered, as if none of this was really affecting him.
Snow trailed in after him, still not looking him in the eyes.
“What’s going on Snow? You’ve been gone for days,” Baz said.
“I’ve been avoiding you,” Snow said.
Baz paused. He hadn’t expected Snow to be so blunt, or to be so willing to answer his questions.
“Why?” Baz asked.
Snow huffed angrily.
“I think you know why,” Snow said.
Baz crossed his arms.
“You saw something, in that crystal ball. Something you shouldn’t have,” Baz said.
Snow laughed, the sound brittle and exhausted.
“I should’ve known I couldn’t avoid it,” Snow said.
“Avoid what?” Baz asked.
Snow finally looked up at him. His jaw was set angrily but his eyes looked different, open in a way Baz had never seen them.
Baz strode forward, getting into Snow’s space.
“What did you see?” Baz demanded.
Snow sneered angrily.
“Why do you care?”
Baz wanted to kiss him. He wasn’t sure why but he had a feeling that if he did, Snow might actually let him.
“I think you know why,” Baz said, repeating Snow’s words from earlier.
Snow bit his lip.
“I didn’t understand, not at first. I thought…it had to be wrong. That I could never feel…that I didn’t…” Snow trailed off.
Baz felt like his whole world was waiting on Snow to finish his thought.
“But I do. I did…I always did…”
Snow reached forward and pulled Baz’s jacket lapels forward, bringing his face with him. Baz closed his eyes, not believing what was happening and reveling in the fact that it was. Snow kissed him, reaching up slightly and pushing his hands into Baz’s hair. Baz shuddered, felt as if he was coming apart under Snow’s mouth. He went slightly pliant, not sure how to kiss Snow back but enjoying the feel of it nevertheless.
He’d known the vision was coming true. As soon as he’d stepped into the room and finally looked Baz in the eyes. He couldn’t deny his feelings in that moment. He’d spent years writing them off as animosity, as concern over Baz’s plans. But it wasn’t that, not really. He could no longer deny that the fast beating of his heart was because of how Baz looked at him, not because he was afraid.
He was kissing him and it felt better than it had looked in the crystal ball. Baz’s mouth was cool and a bit immobile, like he wasn’t sure what to do with it. But his hands were intent on Simon’s neck, and his hair was just as soft as Simon had always imagined it would be.
Simon slid his tongue into Baz’s mouth tentatively, unsure if Baz would want to kiss like that. But then Baz’s tongue slid into his mouth and Simon couldn’t think at all anymore. He was just sensation, raw and needy. He was hot and cold all at once, his skin blazing and Baz’s tongue sliding coolly in his mouth.
When he broke away, he was unsurprised to see his own feelings reflected in Baz’s warm grey eyes.
“I used to think divination was stupid,” Baz said.
“So did I,” Simon said, breathing heavily.
They didn’t say it, they didn’t have to. They both knew the truth now; that this was always meant to happen, that the crystal ball hadn’t shown Simon anything they hadn’t both already known, deep down.
Summary: Dance Practice for the Yule Ball and Y/n and George are paired up to practice. Just flufffff! Also need to tag @notgreengrass for being the editor over my posts, and helping me with the ending. I have no idea what I would do without you, tysm for making my writing that much better!
Word Count: 1578
Pairings: George Weasley x Reader
The Yule Ball, as McGonagall described it, was a tradition that only happened during the Triwizard Tournament in which boys and girls — third year and up — attend a formal dance. The partying was what George was fine with, but the aspect he was had trouble with was the dance class. Sure, on the outside he joked around about the ordeal with his twin brother, but on the inside, George was terrified. It wasn’t because McGonagall was forcing everyone to learn how to do the Waltz correctly, no. It was because of the person he longed to dance with.
Y/n stood just across the room with all the other girls. It was a sunny day, and so her y/h/c hair looked glossy from the diamond-like reflections of the large window. Her smile was captivating, radiant even, as she laughed at the sight of McGonagall and Ron dancing together. Her hips were swaying ever so slightly to the soft music bouncing off the stone walls of the room.
You snore when you sleep on your back. You have matching freckles on your left eyelid and bottom lip. I trace my fingers over them and kiss them softly.
Sometimes I worry that this is a dream I’ll inevitably wake up from. I’ll wake up in my bed alone and you’ll wake up in your bed with somebody else and everything we’ve had will disappear. It’s the worst idea, but sometimes, in the moments where I’m being difficult and you handle me effortlessly and with grace, I give it thought because it’s easier to believe I’m in a dream than to believe someone like you chooses me on my worst days.
I almost lost you last night. You were so relaxed that you stopped breathing and they had to force oxygen into your lungs. I told you I would marry you in Vegas because I couldn’t lose you, not now, and you said no, and I would have been mad had I not been self-aware. I brushed it off as being over emotional, but here is the truth:
You put the stars in my sky. Each corner of my life is a bit brighter now that you’re around, and when you come home, everything sparkles. It’s like the stars shine in your presence because they, too, are mesmerized by the man who calls me baby and kisses me ‘hello.’ The earth stops spinning when you look at me - I can feel the ground stop moving and the earth fall a little off-kilter on its axis. Your smile could freeze time.
You’re sleeping quietly next to me and I worry each time you take a little too long to breathe in. But you’re okay. I’ll hold you tomorrow and dig my fingernails into your back as a reminder to never scare me again. You’ll give me a million-dollar smile and I’ll fall in love for the fourth time that day. You’re okay. We’re okay.
And Vegas is always there if you change your mind.
hc that when alec g lightwood finds out he can just *tuck* his chin over magnus's shoulder because they're almost the same height he just. never really stops doing it. when magnus is making breakfast. reading. cooking potions that could definitely kill you, alexander, you might want to step back. and sometimes obvi, when that's not the case he can turn his head and press kisses up and down magnus' neck bc have you seen his neck g o d.
please see yourself out
because this is exactly the god damn thing. your boy alec lightwood loves tucking his chin over magnus’s shoulder. he loves rolling his shoulders over and resting against his back, his chin pushed into the dip at the outer edge. he does it on the couch when magnus is reading and he wants to go to bed but magnus isn’t ready yet. he does it at parties when magnus is talking to someone and too preoccupied to give him much attention. he does it when magnus is transcribing contracts or translating books, the blue of magnus’s magic glowing over his features.
and when magnus says things, whatever it is, alec doesn’t pull his head up to respond. he stares up at magnus and bobs his chin against magnus’s shoulder and magnus feels his heart stop short in his chest cause alec isn’t trying to be cute… but god damn if he isn’t anyway. it almost makes magnus want to roll his eyes but his chest is burning too hot to even think about it.
other times he rests his head there and falls asleep, softly snoring and sometimes drooling on magnus’s shirt. other times yes, it’s just his head tucked there, pressing in closer, fingertips on magnus’s waist as he pushes his mouth up against magnus’s neck, mouthing a warm wet line down his neck. because magnus’s neck is too good and alec can’t get his mouth off of it if he’s honest. he can’t stop dragging his tongue over it and sinking his teeth into it, pushing his nose against magnus’s adam’s apple and sinking his fingers deeper into him.
this happens whether he’s pressed up against magnus’s chest or whether he’s pressed up against his back. sometimes he just pushes his nose into the soft hair at magnus’s nape, breathing in him, breath hot against the strands of hair, making magnus shiver underneath his fingertips. other times he drops his head lower, pushing his face in between magnus’s shoulder blades, when he’s cold and he wants to soak up magnus’s warmth. and it’s the same with his chest, his lips pushed against one of magnus’s collarbones, shoulders bent and head tilted, breathing softly against magnus’s exposed skin.
and always magnus wraps an arm around him or slides a hand down his back, or reaches back to grab at his fingers, chuckling and smiling, eyelids drooping because alec just loves being in his space and that’s a good feeling.
48 and 76 w/ Kookie please, can you make it like the boys were hanging out, when they started to talk about you, Jk's girlfriend, and how pretty, sexy, and hot you were, while Jungkook was silently listening to them when the talk came to a perverted one? Then Jungkook was all pissed, and suddenly burst in anger at his hyungs, scolding them and such and... the rest is up to you. xD sorry about this, and if you cant do it, its totally okay :D Love your works, btw. :)
Talk Shit, Get Hit (Jungkook x Reader Fluff)
Prompt request: “Stop it.” + “Don’t you dare!”
Summary: It’s never been easy dating Jungkook, especially when he’s always away on tour or busy working. Luckily, the other members of BTS support the relationship wholeheartedly. In fact, they like you quite a bit! (A bit too much, if Jungkook’s being honest.)
Word count: 1.2k words
On your screen, Jungkook’s image was slightly pixelated due to the dim lighting of his hotel room. Luckily, he got his own suite, so the two of you could FaceTime in peace. Still, it wasn’t like you minded the other BTS members.
It was usually really fun to talk to them, but you hadn’t seen Jungkook in weeks because of the tour, and you were seriously missing your boyfriend.
Jungkook ran his hand through his hair–still damp from his shower–and smiled slightly down at his camera. You tried not to swoon at the sight.
“Hey Y/N,” he said, his voice sounding tinny through your earphones.
“Hi Kook,” you smiled back, gazing at your small screen. You shifted on your bed, settling further underneath your thick covers. “How did the concert go?”
“It went well,” Jungkook replied shortly. After a moment of silence, it was clear Jungkook wasn’t planning on elaborating. Looking closer at his image, you could see his jaw was set tightly, and his brows were slightly furrowed.
“Are you okay?” you asked, concern lining your voice. “You seem upset.”
“It’s nothing, Y/N,” Jungkook said sharply, clearly sounding angry. Suddenly, he sighed loudly and rubbed his hand over his face tiredly. “It’s…just don’t worry about it. I’m fine.”
“You can tell me, Kook,” you said softly, frowning at your boyfriend sounding so distraught. “Maybe you’ll feel better if you talk about it.”
“It’s seriously nothing,” Jungkook whined, not sounding as angry as before. His eyes darted to the side, avoiding looking at you and the camera. “I’m kinda embarrassed about it, honestly. I was being stupid.”
“Now I’m curious!” you laughed. “You have to tell me now, Jungkook.”
“Oh, shit. You said my full name,” Jungkook gasped dramatically. “Things are getting intense.”
“Just tell me,” you whined, shaking your phone in frustration. You could hear Jungkook cackling through your earphones.
“Fine, I’ll tell you,” Jungkook conceded. “Just…just don’t make fun of me afterwards, okay?”
JUNGKOOK’S POV (One hour earlier)
Like every other night, Jungkook was sprawled across Jin’s bed, his legs hanging off the edge. Taehyung was sitting somewhere above Jungkook, watching a movie on his phone. The other hyungs were there, too, just hanging out before they went to bed.
Everyone was dead tired after their performance earlier that day, but they had a nighttime routine they never dared to break. One time, Jungkook and Taehyung skipped the nightly chill session to binge-watch Haikyuu, and the next morning, Jin lectured them on the importance of family.
So, that was why Jungkook was doing nothing in Namjoon and Jin’s suite when he could have been FaceTiming his girlfriend instead. He sighed petulantly, but none of the hyungs paid him any mind.
“Are we gonna do anything?” Jungkook asked impatiently. “Or are we just going to sit here in silence? Because I’m supposed to FaceTime Y/N tonight, and I would really rather be doing that right now.”
“Oh, you’re talking to Y/N soon?” Hoseok piped up, his head popping into Jungkook’s line of vision as he sat up quickly. “Can I say hi? I haven’t spoken to her in so long!”
“No! This is like, the equivalent of a date, okay?” Jungkook refused. He pulled himself into a sitting position, his tired muscles aching. “Just message her or something, I dunno.”
“How’s she doing, anyway?” Namjoon asked more seriously. “No one giving her any trouble? You two have been pretty good at keeping everything low-key.”
“No, she’s fine,” Jungkook said quickly.
“You know, you’re so lucky Y/N’s such a good girlfriend,” Jimin sighed wistfully from across the room. “If it were another girl, she probably would have told everyone. Like, how do we even know girls like us for us? And not for our money, or something.”
“Yeah, Jungkook’s seriously lucky,” Hoseok agreed. “Plus, Y/N is so cute! Remember when she baked us that cake on our 3rd anniversary since our debut? So adorable!”
“You better not take her for granted, Jungkook. Otherwise, one of us might just steal her from you,” Jin joked.
Jungkook felt his right eye twitch in annoyance, but he knew better than to talk back.
“Yeah, Jin’s right,” Taehyung said, looking up from his phone. He had a glint in his eye, and Jungkook knew he was about to start something. “Y/N’s fucking fit. You know when she visits us in the studio? Sometimes she wears these leggings, and her ass looks so–”
“Stop it! Tae!” Jungkook bellowed, launching himself at Taehyung. The two boys collided and tumbled off the bed, landing on the ground with a loud thunk! Jungkook pinned the other boy beneath him, positively seething in anger.
“Whoa, chill,” Taehyung squeaked. “It was a joke, Kookie!”
“Don’t you dare pull that shit with me, Tae,” Jungkook spat, having his shoulders a rough shake before lifting himself off his friend. “It’s not fucking funny.”
Jungkook made his way to the door, his hyungs staring at him, wide-eyed in shock. Only Yoongi remained passive, regarding Jungkook cooly from where he sat at the desk.
“I’m going to cool down,” Jungkook announced, his voice strained. “Don’t try to follow me.”
“Jungkook, stop being a little shit,” Yoongi said quietly, though he still sounded terrifying. The look in his eyes had Jungkook shaking, but he wasn’t going to admit that. And he wasn’t going to apologize, either.
“Talk shit, get hit!” Jungkook growled, and then promptly spun on his heel and sped out of the suite. He practically ran down the hallway to his room, fearing Yoongi would chase after him and whoop his ass. Luckily, no one followed.
You burst into laughter immediately after Jungkook finished his story. He looked at you, the betrayal written clearly on his face.
“Y/N! You promised you wouldn’t laugh,” Jungkook pouted, his cheeks turning bright pink. “I told you it was embarrassing!”
“N-no, it’s not that,” you gasped out, breathless after laughing so hard. “You’re so cute, Kook. I didn’t know you were the jealous type!”
“It’s because I haven’t seen you in so long,” Jungkook explained bashfully, his blush worsening. “Sometimes it really sucks. I hardly get to spend time with you anymore, and I hate it so fucking much.”
“Hey, Kook. It’s okay,” you smiled, although you understood Jungkook’s frustration. “You’re out there doing amazing things and following your dreams. I don’t mind waiting for you–I’ll always be waiting, so don’t worry about that. Okay?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook replied softly. “Sometimes I just wish things were different, you know?”
“I don’t,” you said firmly. “Seriously, Kook. I know it’s hard, but we’ll make it through together.”
“I love you, Y/N,” Jungkook blurted out suddenly. “I-I just…fuck, this is embarrassing. Like, you’re so good to me and I want to say ‘thank you’ all the time, but that seems so weird. But…thanks. Thanks for being you, and thanks for sticking with me.”
“I love you, too. And thanks for being you,” you giggled, snuggling into your warm bed. “Also, you really need to apologize to everyone. Especially Tae. What were you thinking, Kook?”
“I will,” Jungkook pouted, sighing loudly as he flopped onto his bed dramatically. You laughed at your boyfriend’s childish antics, and the two of you talked until you drifted to sleep–both dreaming of each other.
- Girl in Luv
This one was fun! Thanks for requesting~ I notice a lot of you guys apologize when you send us requests. Why!!! We love you! You guys are the best!!!! Seriously, we appreciate the support so much. You could ask me to write a 100k word novel and I’d probably do it. (Also, have you guys listened to Winner’s new songs? Fool is my jammmmm) 💛
I had a lot of feelings this week. This is what came out of them.
Spoilers for Episode 85 ahoy.
When Percy opens the door to the inn room, he sees Vex standing in front of a long mirror. Her hair is loose, cascading over her shoulders and back in long waves, and she’s wielding a brush as fiercely as she might wield her bow, yanking on a knot near her ear. When she notices him, she doesn’t look up. “We have enough money to each have our own rooms, you know.”
After the last couple of days, he doesn’t take it personally. “I’m sorry, is this Vex I’m speaking with?” he says mildly. “Maybe our rakshasa friend came back early and replaced her.”
“Fuck you,” she replies, but her heart is clearly not in it.
**disclaimer*** this one is kind of sad! Happyish ending but still sad! Read at your own risk!
Silence. Absolute earth shattering silence.
That was all Jughead Jones could hear. His toes buried deep in the damp sand and his head tilted back as the clear blue water misted through his ink black curls.
One year, it had been one year since the whole of Riverdale had been shaken too its core, a change that would forever alter the way the tiny town would be seen. No one thought of Maple Syrup or Sweet water River when the name , Riverdale, was brought into conversation. There wasn’t the typical mutual nod of agreement at the far too small town. No, it was much darker now, much more quiet.
Riverdale was now and forever known as the town where the beautiful blonde cheerleader had driven herself to the County Garage, lowered the gate and locked her car doors all the while leaving her car running, when the shop had opened early the next morning they had found her dead in the front seat, her diary open to a simple white piece of paper with the words
Written in pink cursive.
Betty Cooper had killed herself. Betty Cooper had taken her life. Betty Cooper was gone.
Jughead bit back tears. He should have been there for her, should have seen the way she was slowly but surely fading away, her bloody palms and swollen eyes. But he was selfish, he was so caught up in his own world, his mother leaving, his fathers drinking, he hadn’t been there, he hadn’t saved her and that was something he could never forgive himself for.
“I’m so sorry Betty, I’m so damn sorry.” Jughead whispered, tears streaming steadily down his cheeks.
“What on earth are you sorry for?”
Whipping around to see the added voice Jughead nearly threw up at what he saw.
It was her, it was Betty, standing in front of him, her long blonde hair left down and curly and wearing the same pair of overalls she had been in the night she had died.
“I’m crazy. I’m absolutely insane, god help me I’ve officially lost it.” The dark haired boy scrambled to his feet as he squeezed his eyes shut desperately trying to get her face out of his head.
When he opened his eyes he was surprised to see his vision still standing before him staring expectantly, hands on her hips and an amused smile on her lips.
“well this isn’t the welcome wagon I was expecting. I’m sure the ghost of Christmas past got treated much better than this.” Betty teased, dropping down in the sand and patting the space beside her.
“This isn’t real. You’re not real.” Jughead mumbled, hesitantly taking the open spot
“Maybe I’m not. Maybe I am. I’m not really sure how this whole ghost thing works. Obviously I’m new to it. This could all be a dream so why don’t you just sit back and enjoy it. I’ve been told I’m great company.” The familiar giggle rippled through the air, it was different though almost… hollow.
“why are you here? Why are you haunting me? What have I done?” Jughead questioned, head aching and spinning.
Betty reached for him then, fingers cold and hard.
“You haven’t done anything, I’m not here to “haunt” you. I’m here because you need me. You asked for me remember? You wanted to see me again and here I am.“ Her voice was calm and quiet as she soothed Jugheads troubled mind.
"You… you’re dead Betty. You killed yourself. I just.. why would you do something like that?”
It came out before he had a chance to filter himself and suddenly he realized how long he had been waiting to ask that question, how desperate he was to know the answer.
Betty sighed softly, leaning back and digging her fingers into the sand
“I know that it’s hard to understand, I know that it was selfish but I felt like I had no choice. I never really had a choice, my whole life was planned out for me and it just.. it became too much. I’ve always had this… this nagging feeling and I thought about, I really really thought about it for a long time and.. I just had to Juggie. I’m sorry.”
Jughead nodded absently, he was sitting on the beach talking to a ghost, and the next thing out of his mouth was
“You look good.”
He cringed, yeah smooth.
Betty smiled brighter than he had seen in years.
“Well thanks, i feel great. Remember how your dad used to call me angel when we were babies? Well it’s official I certainly am one now. By the way how is is FP?”
Jugheads smile dropped
“He’s taking all of it… hard. It’s a lot at once.”
“I’m sure, ya know I get to come down and see my mom whenever I want. Polly had the babies, she named one after me.. I wasn’t sure if you knew or if you’ve been able to get out..”
Jughead shook his head
“She brought them by, got some bright hair those kids. I like Elizabeth the best.”
“I’d have been a good aunt ya know. I’d have spoiled them rotten. But they have Cheryl for that. Can you believe she brings me flowers twice a week. I thought maybe she would stop after a month but it’s been a year and she still does it. Dang that girl can talk too, I think she thinks my gravestone is her diary.”
Jughead smiled, slowly lowering himself onto the sand completely
“Veronica and Archie miss you, they’re a mess.”
The beautiful blonde angel smiled softly
“They’ll be okay. Sometimes it’s tough to see them so upset. I saved Fred Andrews ya know? He was so close to reaching the light before I got there and told him to get his butt back down there and take care of his son, lord knows Archie needs the guidance.”
Turning his head to face Betty, Jughead reached out and laced his fingers with hers.
“Does it get easier? The whole dying thing?”
Betty scootched herself into the tired boys side
“It’s hard at first, you think about everything you’ll miss, you see the way it affects the people around you but eventually it becomes better. If I could take it back I would. I wouldn’t have killed myself. I’ll never get to be married, have kids, but a house, get a dog. But I was living in a shell. You learn to live a new life, sometimes it feels empty and lonely but..,” Betty trailed off
“But it will get better” Jughead finished.
Betty looked at him sadly and nodded
“I think so. I think it will be better.”
Jughead dropped his lips to her forehead, squeezing his eyes shut.
“I have to go now Juggie.” Betty whispered
Jughead nodded, his vision blurring and his arms feeling lighter, just before he felt it slip away to black He heard her soft voice one more time.
“I’ll see you soon Juggie.”
Waking up two hours later in the hospital bed, the tubes that had now become a permanent part of his body felt heavier and his mind was at ease. The cancer had taken his hair, half of his body weight and most of his sanity, in his final days the eighteen year old boy would say goodbye to his family, to his friends, even to Hotdog. But he wasn’t afraid anymore, no, not when he knew just what was waiting for him.
And when the one year anniversary of his death came around he wasn’t alone, hand tucked into a tiny one littered with moon shaped scars they sat together on the beach, watching Veronica and Archie walk the shore, remembering the two people who had shaped their lives.
Eurydice, Eat Your Heart Out (Adrino Percy Jackson AU)
In the dark of Cabin 10, staring up at the roof of
his bunk, Adrien could hear the distant plucking of a harp as waves lapped
lazily against the shoreline.
All things considered, it wasn’t surprising that he
was having trouble sleeping; less than twenty-four hours earlier his father’s
limo was nearly destroyed by a rampaging Cyclops that the middle-aged fashion
mogul dispatched with a quick flick of a sword he drew from seemingly nowhere.
From there, it was somewhat of a blur of packing, private jet rides, and
clandestine car trips to the sunny shores of Long Island, New York, a silver
pen containing the only means of protection he had in case other monsters
He could still scarcely believe it. If someone had
told him that he was the product of an affair between his mother and the
Greco-Roman goddess of love and beauty a few days ago, he would have been
dialing Gorilla’s number as quickly as he could while backing away from them.
Now, surrounded by dozens of half-siblings he never knew existed, Adrien didn’t
quite know what to make of his current situation. He still thought he was going
to wake up, home in Paris, and the whole thing would have been just a fever
dream brought on by bad cheese; the attack, the journey, the music-
Sitting up in bed, Adrien strained his ears over the
snoring of his bunkmate to hear the almost aimless melody that meandered its
way across the waves. It was a song that sounded so familiar; like the chorus
to something he had heard on the radio years ago. It couldnt’ve been coming
from far, judging by the way it cut through the sound of twenty-five teenagers’
beauty sleep, so, clutching his pen and carrying his sneakers, Adrien tip-toed
towards the door as quietly as possible, stepping out into the warm Long Island
fandom: b.a.p member/member: yongguk, female genre/warning(s): smut, sub!yongguk length: 2K+ summary: [request] in which yongguk and reader have a long distance relationship and there’s another girl and i still suck at summaries
Denmark (Matthias Køhler)
- THIS BOY SUPER DUPER BIG. HE KEEPS YOU WARM!!
- Super soft (lego designed) blankets, makes it super easy to get comfy
- Sweet lil baby loves to sing softly sometimes
- With the blankets and his warmth, you may get suuuuuper hot.
- Singing softly is rare. Usually he’s talking and doesn’t like it when you sleep
- Tends to kick EVERYTHING off of the bed. Be careful!
Norway (Lukas Bondevik)
- Super plush, warm blankies, despite having grown used to the colder weather
- A mattress that you two just SINK into and it’s super nice
- Kinda quiet so feel free to sleep!!!
- This boy is like a freaking cooler. He’s sooooo cold!
- Maybe a little too quiet. Seriously, even Emil and Berwald are more talkative.
- He hogs all of the blankets. If you get cold, too bad fam
Sweden (Berwald Oxenstierna)
- Bigger and warmer than Matthias
- HE’S SOOOOOOOOO SOFT. SQUISH HIM AND LOVE HIM
- Loves to stroke his S/O’s hair, back, and legs in an affectionate manner
- SUPER TICKLISH!!!! One wrong movement and he lets go and is in a fit of giggles
- He tends to get tangled up. By tangled, I mean TANGLED.
- No more. That’s it. He’s the best.
Iceland (Emil Steilsson)
- Super small so he’s easy to hug
- Quiet child but enjoys smalltalk
- WHITE NOISE
- He’s. Awkward. Smalltalk is small.
- Tends to sleep
- His mattress is like a hammock from him sleeping in the same exact place in it
Finland (Tino Väinämöinen)
- CHUBBY TUMMY
- SUPER HUGGABLE
- THE SOFTEST MOST ANGELIC TOUCH
I made this post about what Inuyasha does when Kagome is asleep. So I had to make one about Kagome around her sleeping hanyou:
Watching Inuyasha sleep was something rare. Kagome always thought he didn’t need as much rest as the rest of the group.
With time she realized that it was not that he didn’t sleep as much… it was that he tended to wake up with such an ease that sometimes he looked like he was just resting his eyes.
Once she noticed this, identifying the moments he felt safe enough to sleep became her goal. When they were in the road, it was almost impossible because it seemed that her being awake was enough to keep him alert. Even when she didn’t move. It intrigued her how easy he would focus on her as soon as her eyes were open. Maybe it was the way her heart raced every time her eyes focused on him. Maybe, it was the small sigh she let out every time she found his relaxed face, that happened a single second before he opened his eyes and they zeroed on her.
When they were home things were different. On the nights he came home late, after making an extensive round and finding no threats, he would go to bed first laying on his back with his arms and legs stretched around, covering the whole futon. She suspected it was because that way she was bound to move him to make room for her and he had to wake up.
But she enjoyed those rare nights, when he would sigh and stretch his exhaustion away, yawn until his jaw crack and then make that rumbling sound in his chest–that he insisted it was most definitely NOT a purr– before his eyes closed.
It was adorable how at the same time his eyes closed, one of his ears would always turn in her direction. It sometimes took long, and a lot of patience from her to remain immobile as she waited for what happened after the purring sound, waiting for him to make the sound that announced he was dead asleep. It was the perfect mix between snoring and humming… it meant that as long as she didn’t make a loud sound she could admire and sometimes explore his sleeping form.
Usually she kneeled beside him, smiling at the way one of his fangs would rest on his lower lip. The hardest part was to keep herself from touching him because the moment he felt her, the soft sound would end at the same time his eyes opened.
She never made it long, there was always something unbearably cute about him that made it impossible for her to stay away.
It could be the way he sometimes yelped softly in his dreams. That little thing could be the way he frowned and grumbled something in a way that resembled indignation, before going back to his peaceful sleep. It could be the way one of his ears would twitch and swivel around as if something was tickling it.
Sometimes it was the way he whispered her name tenderly and the corners of his mouth went up in a soft smile, it always filled her chest with warmth and love, and almost always led to Kagome coming closer to his face to whisper his name before snuggling to his side, action that was answered by Inuyasha turning to the side and throwing and arm and leg over her to pull her closer and burrow his face on the crook of her neck doing that not-purring sound.
But the only thing that was excruciatingly difficult to resist was when he turned to the side and started to thrash his legs, and arms around as if he was chasing something at the same time he barred his fangs and growled softly. On the rare occasions he did that Kagome couldn’t help but laugh, loudly. In the next moment he was awake but still growling, knowing what kagome laughed about. After telling her to shut up, repeatedly and increasingly louder each time until she stopped, he would grumpily open his arms with his flushed face turned to the side, wanting her to come to bed. And she always did. Happily snuggling into his embrace.
Summary: Jessica is relieved that you and Sam got back safe, and the brothers’ reunion with their father doesn’t go as you expected Words: 4.5k Dean x Reader, Sam x Jess Warnings: episode-related injury
A/N: this is part of my ‘Jess never died’ rewrite, find the masterpost here Beta: @blacksiren
Jess was so relieved to see you when you eventually got back to the motel that she started to cry the second you opened the door.
She rushed over to you, pulling you into a rough hug and burying her face in your neck. You were certain you smelled terrible after your time trapped in a cage, but she didn’t mention it or seem to care when her tears were falling onto your shoulder.
“Hey, it’s okay,” you soothed, hugging her back and stepping the two of you to the side to let the brothers into the room. “Jessy, I’m here, we’re here, we’re okay.”