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My 20 year old husband - [Day 9 : War of Hormones]

20 yr old Jungkook, at the top of his idol boyband career, has a secret only he & his bandmates know – An underground relationship, with you, a girl he met at a fanmeeting. Things get a little out of hand and you find out you’re pregnant.

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anonymous asked:

Do you know any books involving two boys simply falling in love?? just some recommendations!

Of course :) The books marked with ** are books I’ve read personally and recommend. “Two boys simply falling in love” implies you’re after YA, teenage stuff so I’ll try to stick to those books in this rec list. 

Don’t forget to check the notes every now and again in case others add recs.

Boy meets Boy by David Levithan. 

**The Vast Fields of Ordinary by Nick Burd oh my god I love this book and I think it’s perfect for what you’re looking for.

**The Wicked Lovely series has two characters, Irial and Niall, who were in a relationship previously and fall back in love from Ink Exchange onwards (pay special attention to the two ebooks Stopping Time and Old Habits), they aren’t main characters in every book but their relationship is really well written.

**Wide Awake by David Levithan. The boys are already in a relationship so I’m not sure if it falls into the “falling in love” category but from what I remember it’s a really great book.

**Geography Club by Brent Hartinger is one of the first books I read with non-straight characters and has a special place in my heart.

**My Side of the Story by Will Davis. Again, not sure if this will fit with your parameters since it’s been a while since I read it but from what I remember I enjoyed it. Maybe more of a “coming out” story than a “falling in love” story.

**Hero by Perry Moore is one of my ultimate favorite books (gay superhero main protagonist hell yeah). The main character, Thom, is gay and falls in love with another superhero.

Rise of Heroes by Hayden Thorne is also a superhero book with a gay protagonist (I think he’s gay) and from what I’ve heard is pretty good. There are at least 4 books in the series from what I remember.

Two Boys Kissing by David Levithan sounds like it might fit your parameters though I’m not 100% sure.

**The Mortal Instruments series has Alec, a side character, falling in love with Magnus, a bisexual warlock. They are side characters though so not the main focus of the books.

Boyfriends with Girlfriends by Alex Sanchez also sounds like it might fit.

Kings of Ruin by Sam Cameron, has a supernatural element to it involving cars which are possessed apparently.

Don’t Let Me Go by J.H. Trumble, I think this deals more with a long distance relationship from the description but it might fit.

The Culling by Steven dos Santos has been described as a Hunger Games type book with a gay main character who falls for another “Recruit.”

If you’re into comic books the Young Avengers is essential, Billy and Teddy are two of the main characters and both are gay. They end up in a pretty well written relationship.

If you have limited funds or really can’t decide I think your best options are probably Hero by Perry Moore or The Vast Fields of Ordinary by Nick Burd because these are two books that I’m in love with and have been in love with since I read them years ago.

Links to other lists with LGBTQ characters which might catch your interest:

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-Lauren

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 “As he approached the gardens of the palace, the trees grew thicker, and he fancied himself momentarily as the Prince in the Perrault tale of the Sleeping Beauty, going to rouse a Princess who had been asleep for a hundred years. Of course the Princess, who he must now think of as the Queen, would be wide awake now. “ - Victoria: A Novel Of A Young Queen by Daisy Goodwin

Adventures in Babysitting

Spencer Reid x Reader One Shot

Word Count: 2611

A/N: Spencer Reid with children will be the death of me. Slight, vague-ish Morgan arc spoilers. Tbh, I got carried away with this one haha. Please leave your thoughts, comments, questions, and requests!


Summary: A date gone wrong, an apartment full of hyper little boys, and maybe a couple of snuggles.


The team was spread across the jet in various stages of consciousness. After ending a case in San Diego late the previous night, Hotch set up the team’s flight back home for early the next morning.

You were half-awake, using Reid’s shoulder as a pillow. The young genius was already wide awake, zipping through a thick novel. His steady breathing and rhythmic page turning lulled you into near sleep. You could hear Hotch and Rossi talking about weekend plans and Garcia tapping away at her laptop.

Your eyes cracked open at the heavy sigh from the blonde across from you. JJ had been on the phone earlier and from the disgruntled look on her face, you guessed the call hadn’t gone too well.

“Jayje?” you grumbled, voice thick with sleep. You waved off JJ’s apologies for waking you up, letting out a huge yawn. Spencer flashed you a small grin down as you lifted your head off of his shoulder.

Emily had a knowing smirk on her face when you glanced towards her. She was the only one on the team who knew about your more-than-friendly feelings towards Spencer, all thanks to a night that involved way too much tequila and way too little filtering between your brain and mouth.

“Did something happen?” you asked, using a stretch as an excuse to give Emily a warning nudge to the shin. She shook her head before turning her attention to your dissapointed-looking blonde coworker.

“Will and I had plans for tonight but my usual babysitter cancelled and no one else can cover for her.”

You knew that JJ and Will rarely had any alone time while juggling two young boys, so you knew they deserved at least one night out.

“I can babysit,” you offered. You’ve babysat for JJ before and you loved having the boys over at your apartment.

“Really?” The hope in her eyes told you exactly how much time JJ and Will needed some time to themselves. You nodded. “Y/N, you’re a lifesaver. As much as I love my boys, you have no idea how chaotic the house is. If Will and I could just get a few hours of us time…”

“Oh, us time, huh? I plan on having plenty of us time tonight, too” Emily waggled her eyebrows suggestively, poking JJ in the side. JJ laughed, swatting Prentiss’ playful fingers away.

“Take all the us time you need, Jayje. I don’t have anything planned,” you insisted.

“Actually, you do.” Garcia shuffled over from her seat, plopping her computer into your lap. “Y/N, meet Adrian. More specifically, meet him tonight at 8 for drinks.” Your gaze flicked back and forth from Penelope and the handsome smiling face on the screen in front of you.

“Pen…” you groaned. “What did I say about setting me up?” Penelope had a habit of trying to set you up on dates with ‘spectacular, gorgeous’ people. Keyword being trying. You always turned her down, harboring that small flicker of hope that Spencer might reciprocate your feelings.

“Ohhh, come on Y/N! You always say no. Just this once please, please, please, please, please, pl-”

“Penelope, no. I already promised JJ I’d babysit,” you argued. The technical analyst pouted, but perked up once more as she gestured animatedly towards Spencer.

“Reid can babysit! The boys love their Uncle Spencer! Right, JJ? Reid?”

You glanced over at Spencer, who put his book down in favor of observing the conversation around him. Would he saying anything if you went out on a date?

“Y/N, you should go on that date. I’d be happy to babysit for JJ,” he said, launching into a long speech about all the fun he and his godsons could get up to. You couldn’t help the sinking feeling in your stomach. Here he was, the guy you had been crushing on for the majority of your BAU career, encouraging you to go on a date with someone else. Your chances with him were even lower than you thought.

“Right, Y/N?”

“Huh?” You pulled away from your thoughts to see Penelope’s wide smile.

“I see you’re already hypnotized by those beautiful, green eyes.” She took her laptop back and headed back towards her seat. “I’ll come over later to get your hot self ready for your date with Adrian, lovey,” she called over her shoulder.

Emily flashed you a quick look of concern. You ignored her, pulling your blanket up over your shoulders and turning to face the window.

You weren’t sure what was in store for tonight, but you sure hoped it would help you shake the feeling of sadness for the end of a relationship that never even started.


You sighed into your drink, feeling utterly out of place in a bar full of happy, drunk partiers. Garcia had cleaned you up well, but you’d do anything to trade this tight, black ensemble for your favorite oversized sweater and cozy socks.

Handsome, green-eyed, accountant-who-plays-tennis-on-the-weekends (according to Garcia) Adrian was late. It was 5 minutes to 9 o'clock and he had yet to show up.

You sighed, making the executive decision to leave. Garcia was in for a stern talking-to about this supposed “perfect guy” for you.

When the cab driver asked for your destination, Spencer’s address fell from your lips automatically. You usually found yourself at his apartment on Friday nights for takeout and movies. You were sure he wouldn’t mind help with Henry and Michael, anyways.

Almost an hour alone at the bar gave you a lot of time to think about your feelings for Spencer. You figured that if you were able to keep your feelings to yourself after all this time, it wouldn’t hurt it he never found out. He obviously didn’t have the same feelings and that was okay. Your friendship trumped anything else between the two of you.

The cab dropped you off in front of Spencer’s building. You climbed up the stairs, feeling very overdressed for a usual Friday night with your closest friend. You tugged your dress down uncomfortably before knocking on the door.

As soon as the door opened, you were hit with the overwhelming sounds coming from inside the apartment. A crying baby, a repeated banging noise, loud shrieks of laughter, and strangely enough, wild animal calls.

“Y/N?” Spencer’s eyes did a quick once over, making you feel awfully self-conscious. You pushed those feelings away, observing your friend’s completely disheveled ensemble, hair messier than usual, and what looked like spaghetti sauce on his shirt. The baby in his arms had the same red sauce smeared across his cheek.

“Hi, Spence… um, is that Hank you’re holding?” you asked, confused as to why the smallest Morgan was here.

“Uh, yeah, haha. I received a couple of surprise guests tonight.” He opened the door wider, ushering you in with a jerk of his head. You walked in to take in the scene before you.

“What is going on in here?”

Henry was crawling on all fours around an iPad playing some animal documentary, mimicking the animal noises coming from the screen. He made a very convincing elephant. Baby Michael was rolling around in a pile of pillows, alternating between crying and gnawing on one of his little socks. You did a slight double take at the sight of Jack Hotchner doing a headstand against the wall.

“Hi, Y/N!” he shouted happily. “Look what I can do!” 

It seemed Hank and Spencer weren’t the only ones with spaghetti sauce all over, each boy had red smears on their clothes.

The chaos of the room definitely didn’t match the faint strains of classical music in the background.

“Spencer, why didn’t you tell me you opened a daycare?” you teased, going over to give each of the kiddos a hug hello. You gently tugged the sock out of Michael’s grip and picked him up, bouncing him on your hip to stop his tears.

“Hank came by with Henry and Michael, JJ and Will are on a double date with Morgan and Savannah.” You smiled, glad the two couples had a chance to spend time together. “Then, 30 minutes ago, Jack showed up because Rossi ‘scored’ dates for him and Hotch at some jazz lounge. So I’ve got a full house tonight.” He shrugged as if he had four kids racing around his apartment every night.

“Well, lucky for you, Dr. Reid, I am here to help,” you announced, bumping your hip against his as you made your way to his room. “I’m gonna borrow some clothes, ‘kay?” You closed the door behind you, muffling his response.

“As much as I appreciate your help, what about your date with that accountant guy?”

“How’d you know he was an accountant?” you asked, placing the baby on the bed to search for that shirt you always borrowed when you were over.

“I, uh, asked Garcia earlier. She called to say she couldn’t help babysit tonight and it just, um, came up, I guess.”

You tried not to read into that too much, he was probably just asking as a friend. You opened the door, carefully passing Michael into Spencer’s free arm so you could wash off your makeup in the bathroom.

“Didn’t work out. Stood me up. And now I’m here,” you answered shortly.

After washing your face, you start to run a bath for the two messy babies. “Spence, bring the babies in here for a bath. How’d they get spaghetti sauce on them anyways?”

Spencer laughed, placing Hank and Michael in the shallow water. “Henry was trying out card tricks over dinner and got a bit overzealous in his efforts.”

You couldn’t help but reach up and wipe away a smudge of sauce on Spencer’s cheek. He smiled softly, sending a pleasant fuzzy feeling throughout your body. You quickly turned back towards the boys splashing around in the claw-footed tub to hide the blush on your face.

“Hey, uh, I’m sorry about your date, Y/N.”

You gently rinsed off the giggling babies, sighing deeply. “It’s not your fault he didn’t show up. He just wasn’t the ‘perfect guy’ Garcia told me he was.” Hank and Michael let our twin shrieks of laughter when you ticked their bellies. “Towels?” You unplugged the tub stopper as Spencer picked up Michael to put him into clean clothes.

“C’mere, Hank, Auntie Y/N’s gonna dry you off.” He stretched his chubby brown arms up to you, making you smile. You blew a raspberry on his cheek, pulling his onesie on.

“You deserve better, you know”

You looked at Spencer, with his tousled hair and baby in his arms, eyebrows drawn with concern. Your heart skipped a beat.

“Thank you, Spencer. But I’m okay. It’s not the first time romance hasn’t worked out for me,” you said airily. You hear the older boys calling for you from the living room. “Duty calls.”

“Look what we made, Y/N!” Henry said proudly.

“We can watch movies in it!” Jack was just as excited by his friend.

A mountain of blankets and pillows and cushions were piled up on the living room floor, swamping the two boys lying in it. The opening sequence of Finding Nemo was playing on the TV.

You and Spencer exchanged looks before joining the boys, placing the babies in the middle of your little nest. It was nice, being snuggled up with all of them. You felt Spencer wrap his pinky around yours and didn’t fight the smile that was taking over your face.

This wasn’t exactly how you thought tonight would end, but it sure was better than anything you’d hoped.


You nuzzled into the soft fabric underneath your cheek, slowly waking from a slumber you don’t even recall falling into. The last thing you remember was Dory and Marlin talking to the Australian sharks.

You lifted your head from where it had apparently migrated onto Spencer’s shoulder during your nap. You rested your chin on his shoulder, opening your eyes sleepily.

“Hi,” you mumbled.

Spencer replied with a grumbly hello.

You sat up, jolting to full consciousness at lack of children around you. “Spence, where are the -”

An extremely smug Derek Morgan stood in the middle of Spencer’s living, holding a sleeping Hank. JJ mirrored his position with Michael in her arms, Henry and Jack giggling behind her.

Their smirks grew even wider when Spencer shifted, bringing his head onto your lap and draping his arm across your thighs.

“Reid,” you hissed, shaking his shoulder roughly, “Reid!

“Rise and shine, pretty boy,” Morgan teased.

That got the doctor’s attention.

“M-Morgan! JJ! How did you get in my - What are you - I-” He scrambled off of you. He tried stuttering out explanations, failing to make sense with his babbling.

JJ held up a hand and gave Spencer a silencing look that only a mother could perfect. “I guess you forgot you gave Morgan an extra key. We just wanted to say thank you for watching the kids tonight, Spence. And I’m glad Y/N came over to… help.” Her eyes twinkled knowingly. “We’ll take the boys off your hands now. Jack’s with me, too, so you don’t have to wait up for Hotch.”

She herded Jack and Henry towards the front door, waving cheekily on her way out.

You gave Derek a pointed look that clearly said GET. OUT.

“Have fun, kids,” he winked and strolled out the door after your blonde coworker.

You could only sit in silence, feeling your cheeks heat up at his implications.

You heard the patter of feet rushing back to the apartment.

Henry stuck his blonde head back into the room. “Y/N! Uncle Spencer likes yooooou!” he sang, before rushing off as quickly as he came.

The slam of the door echoed through the silence between you two.

You fell back onto the bed of blankets, reeling from the little boy’s words. Could Spencer really…?

He copied your actions, his arm pressed up against yours.

“So.”

“So.”

“You like me?”

“Y-yes. I do like you, Y/N. A lot. I just thought you’d never see me in that way. But please don’t go on anymore dates. Especially with accountants who don’t realize what an amazing girl they’re standing up at the bar.”

With a sudden rush of new found confidence, you swung your leg over Spencer’s torso, hands boxing around his head. His expression morphed into one of surprise, tinged with a hint of desire.

“No more dates with accountants,” you agreed. “Because I like you, too, Dr. Reid. A lot.”

You cut off his reply with an enthusiastic kiss. His wasted no time in responding, hands coming up under your borrowed shirt to rest upon the bare skin of your back. He seemed timid at first, but you were quick to change that.

Your fevered kissing came to a halt at the sound of both of your phones going off. You groaned and pulled away reluctantly, grabbing your phone from where it was sitting on the couch.

“This is Dr. Reid.”

“Y/L/N speaking.” You jerked the phone away from your ear, protecting your hearing from the high pitch squeals coming from the speaker.

Garcia, you mouthed to Spencer, who had an amused look on his face. Prentiss? He nodded in confirmation.

All you could make out was Spencer, picture, snuggling, and Morgan, but you had a pretty good idea what had her all wound up. 

You locked eyes with Spencer, silently agreeing to deal with your nosy friends later.

“Goodbye, Penny.”

No! No! Wait! Y/N, wai-” You hung up the phone and tossed it to the side next to Spencer’s discarded phone.

“So where were we?” Spencer asked cheekily, stroking his fingers against your waist.

“Let me give you a little hint.” You reconnected your lips hungrily.

Yup, you could deal with Garcia and Prentiss later. Much later.


Seriously. Spencer with kids kills me. In a good way. 

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Ciel really hadn’t gotten much sleep the past few days, so it was a bit of surprise when the young Master still laid wide awake even if it was in the middle of the night. Sensing he wasn’t alone in the room he snapped his eyes open and sat up about to scold who he thought was Sebastian.

“Sebastian what are you-” when his eyes fell on the grim reaper his eyes widened. “William!” He exclaimed in surprise. “What- what are you doing here?”

Was tagged by @sinnintrash to spell my URL with the titles of some of my favorite songs!! THANK YOU!! <3

C: Can’t Sleep by Vanic and K.Flay

R: Rather Be by Clean Bandit

A: All Men Are Pigs by Studio Killers

Z: (I don’t have a song that starts w a Z so here’s a different song) Bubblegum by Jason Derulo 

Y: Young God by Wide awake

G: Green light by Lorde

A: All Night by Icona Pop

Z: (Again, Z) Someone Who Loves You By HONNE

E: Extraordinary by Clean Bandit 

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In the woods, I find a pine tree and strip handfuls of fragrant needles from the boughs. After making a neat pile in the middle of the bandage, I gather up the sides, give them a twist, and tie them tightly with a length of vine, making an apple-sized bundle.

At the hospital room door, I watch Johanna for a moment, realize that most of her ferocity is in her abrasive attitude. Stripped of that, as she is now, there’s only a slight young woman, her wide-set eyes fighting to stay awake against the power of the drugs. Terrified of what sleep will bring. I cross to her and hold out the bundle.


“What’s that?” she says hoarsely. Damp edges of her hair form little spikes over her forehead.


“I made it for you. Something to put in your drawer.” I place it in her hands. “Smell it.”


She lifts the bundle to her nose and takes a tentative sniff. “Smells like home.” Tears flood her eyes.

— 

Mockingjay, Chapter 18

Just in case you all forgot, Johanna was reduced to a drug induced stupor before Katniss left for the Capitol.  She was tortured with water and drowning.  Her assignment in the block involved heavy amounts of water and she broke down.  Johanna doesn’t *not* go to the Capitol simply because she didn’t pass her test, but because she *helplessly failed* it.

This scene shows everything that their friendship had become, and everything it came to mean…Katniss went out of her way to bring Johanna a little piece of home…because, for the time being, neither of them had one except the compartment they shared.

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This girl gone…reduced to tears.  Peeta’s not the only victor that lost something in the Capitol…don’t forget that.

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Bill groaned as he awoke, something - he didn’t know what- was being obnoxiously loud. Loud enough to rouse even the dream demon back to the realm of the conscious.

Next to him, a body thrashed, legs kicking in what was likely a desperate plea to run. Screams and grunts came from the young man’s mouth, sweat soaking the boy’s shirt to his chest. 

His dark brown hair sticky and grossly stuck to star studded forehead. 

Dipper was having a nightmare. 

“Dipper,” Bill tried softly at first to wake his boyfriend but to no avail. Whatever his Pinetree was dreaming of, it was bad. The dream demon had a fairly good idea of what it was, too. 

“Pinetree!” A mixture of shaking, magic and yelling eventually woke the young man who gasped awake. Hazel brown eyes open wide like a frightened corned animal. Throwing himself onto Bill, Dipper began to cry. 

“Hey Pinetree, it’s okay. You’re awake. I’m here.” 

Pinetree’s hands clutched at Bill’s sleep shirt. 

“I-it was weirdmageddon. You let 8-ball eat me.” 

The dream demon sighed. This wasn’t anything new. 

Placing a kiss atop his pinetree’s head, Bill murmured loving things in the human’s ear. A bit of it mixed with magic to help calm his boyfriend. 

“It’s alright, little meatsack. That won’t ever happen again. I’ll keep you safe.” 

It spoke volumes how fast Dipper fell back asleep, still clutching his boyfriend. Dipper felt safest with Bill and Bill felt the most sane with the human nerd. 

“I love you, pinetree.” 

((This originally was soooo much longer but tumblr ate it so << I’ll write something longer if you want! @ask-billdip-and-tomco I hope your birthday was amazing!)

anonymous asked:

i request a meteorstuck davekat fanfic! you have free reign (p.s. this blog is hella rad keep it up <333)

Ever since the incident with Gamzee you had trouble sleeping at night. It’s not the fact his room is two doors down from you, or the common sense one might fear the events repeating itself. Seeing all your friends dying, laying in pools of their own blood, watching it trickle down their cold skin, it takes a toll on a young troll such as yourself.

Your eyes are wide awake, your thoughts whirling in your head like a noise you cannot silence. The bags under your eyes have grown darker with each passing night, until your so tired you fall asleep without recollections of your dreams, or nightmares. Until those early hours of the morning come around, your cursed with this wretched insomnia.

As an effort to occupy your time, you close your lab top and head out of your room to search for someone who’s still awake to keep you company. You tip toe down the silent halls of the meteor, the late hours of slumber quieted any noise that would ensue during the day. You fold your arms tightly from the frigid temperature that always drops at this time of night. As your mind focuses on the chill eluding your body warmth, you try your best to avoid any thoughts of monsters lurking in the unlit pathway…monsters…morails… (you try not to think of him like that)

After about ten minutes wandering in the dark, you finally reach sollux’s room. You tap on his door hoping he didn’t fall asleep at his computer again. He always stays up late programing or something of the sorts (maybe other stuff too…your not sure…but that’s why you knock first. sick fuck.) You eagerly wait for the door to open but lose hope after few minuets. You sigh heavily, turning to head back to your room when a faint light under the door two rooms down catches your eye. It’s Dave’s room.

You debate if you wanna talk to him, or head back to bed. The overwhelming feeling of not wanting to be alone leads you to the front of his door, tapping on it softly. you wait eagerly for him to answer, the bitterness of the cold hallways leaving you irritated and impatient. Just as you were about to walk away you hear shuffling noises and footsteps. Your heart races as the door knob twists and the door opens just enough for Dave to peak out and see you standing there, your eyes squinting as they adjust to the light inside. “Uhh…” You start, scratching the back of your head. You see him raise one eyebrow, obviously wondering why you’re here.

“What are you doing up so late?” You ask, keeping your voice to soft whisper.

“Well..I could be asking you the same thing?” He whispers back, “Couldn’t sleep either, huh?”

“Yeah, can….can I come in?” You ask, waiting for dave to open the door wide enough to step inside. He closes it behind you as you observe your new surroundings. You never ventured into Strider’s room before now, it’s actually a lot cooler then you originally thought, but you wouldn’t dare raise his ego with  idiotic compliments. You look over to his bed where a small lamp sat on the nightstand, lighting the room just enough to make a calm, relaxing feeling. You see a variety of pencils and drawing paper laid out on his bed. “Sometimes I work on my comics when I can’t find my ticket to snoozvill.” He explains, watching you picking up some of the papers and skimming through them.

“These…” You say, inspecting each one from the pile you grabbed, “these are..less crappier then your usual work. I’m surprised strider, honestly, there isn’t any human male genital doodles on any of these.”

“I’m expanding my horizons, Vantas.” Dave says, taking the papers back from you, “but believe me Karkat, there are many more dicks to be drawn. Just you wait.” You roll your eyes, a small smile lighting up your tired, grumpy face. Dave crawls onto his bed and pats the space next to him. You hesitantly take up his offer and plop down beside the blonde, quick to grab the blanket he offered because this goddamn meteor doesn’t have a heating system worth shit.

Dave’s blanket it still warmed with his body heat from using it earlier. You wrap it tightly around yourself and burry your cold nose in the soft fabric wound around your body. As you inhale a deep breath, you take in the familiar scent of dave that causes your cheeks to flush a light pink. Luckily for you, the only part of your face visible to Dave is your eyes and the top of your head.

“Uhh…are you comfortable there?” he laughs softly, you nod in reply. “I’m gonna need some blanket too, karkat. Yall can’t leave me here to die from frost bite, are you?” He reaches over to unwrap some of your cozy blanket burrito, and you lean away from his hand, growling in disapproval.

“did you just fucking growl at me?” Dave says, his lips twitching upward into a smile as he tackles you for rightful ownership of his blanket. you squirm and clench onto it tightly so he won’t take any of it away. When he manages to break your arms free of your toasty cacoon he struggles to pin them down. You stop fighting back when you realize how close his face is to your own.

You can see the faint outline of Dave’s eyes staring at you through his dark tinted shades. The room falls silent with only the sound of your breathing, chest rising and heart beating fast from struggling just moments ago. Is that the only reason why your heart is pounding against your chest?

“Fine, take it.” You say in defeat, breaking eye contact and looking to the side. The two of you sit back up, dave taking the blanket back and, to your utter surprise, you find yourself pulled back into the warm coverage with two arms wrapped around you. “What-?”

“Shh..don’t speak. you’ll ruin the moment by talking.”
“Excuse me?” You look up at him, furrowing your eyebrows in an angry expression. He cracks a smile as he runs a hand through your hair, guiding your head down to lay on his chest.You relax your tense mucles, taking in the moment without questioning it (out loud anyway). It’s rather…nice.

 it dosint take long before the two of you fall asleep after that. Maybe going into strider room wasint such a bad idea after all.

 ((thanks anon! ^u^ we try to keep it super rad for you guys!! sorry it took a while to post this I’ve been super busy actually I’ve just been lazy I really have no excuse for it  OTL))

-Matt

anonymous asked:

ok pls consider les amis sleepover extravaganza™ complete with blanket forts and fairy lights and cuddles and popcorn and Disney movies and off key singing along to the sings

  • The whole thing happens at Joly, Bossuet and Chetta’s, because they are the only ones with enough space to house 11 idiots and their hijinx. Joly has covered the floor with blankets and pillow, has hung fairylights, has the DVDs ready
  • Feuilly inexplicably arrives without a sleeping bag. When asked about it, he pulls Bahorel over by his shirt : “That one will suffice”
  • “Hello, I’m Will Suffice, nice to meet you”
  • Enjolras insists on watching the Hunchback of Notre Dame and absolutely stops breathing at the humiliation/JUSTICE! Scene because this part angers and fuels him so damn much
  • Meanwhile, Courfeyrac has cocooned himself in his sleeping bag, reclined against Combeferre, and downs a copious amount of popcorn.
  • Combeferre : “Actually this Notre Dame isn’t accurate, the monument was built at ground level and the―” *struggles against the popcorn shoved into his mouth*
  • Cosette and Joly offer to make some tisane for everybody. Everybody sounds enthusiast except Grantaire who will have none of that leaf water of doom
  • Grantaire does have some of that leaf water of doom and loves it. Joly holds back a satisfied smirk
  • Bossuet has his dinosaur onesie on. Chetta has her raccoon onesie and Joly’s is a panda
  • Marius, Enjolras, Joly and Combeferre doze off halfway through because they’re morning persons and are 70 year olds trapped in young adults’ bodies. Feuilly, though the earliest bird, is wide awake. “I’m 70% caffeine”
  • Courfeyrac shamelessly takes pics of the sleepers. Calls them leverage
  • Grantaire wants to pee real bad because of the leaf water of doom but can’t because Enjolras is sleeping on his lap and looks peaceful as hell. “Haha pee-ceful NO SHIT SHIT DONT LAUGH”
  • Jehan initiates the spooky story telling session. They can be incredibly eery and terrifying, so much so that Bahorel lets out a yelp, waking all the sleepers up
February 3rd, 2014

AUTHOR: usuk-addict

February 3rd, 2014

The room was cold and unwelcoming save for the space of warmth the two lovers had created entangled under the heavy sheets. Sunlight beamed down onto the building, searching out weaknesses in the walls so it could deliver it’s waking call to the two residents.

America let out a low groan when he woke up, squeezing his eyes shut when they were immediately assaulted by the penetrating light of the early morning sun. He quickly retreated his arm back under the warmth of the covers, out of the reach of the chilly air. Shuddering in the chill, his arms wrapped around his bed partner to attempt to generate more heat.

His shuffling had the knock-on effect of waking the man sleeping with him, who had his arms wrapped around America with his head resting against the American’s chest. Said person tightened his hold of the larger man, shuffling slightly as he tried to find a way to catch a few more minutes of sleep before his boisterous American lover would force them both up.

Alfred smiled tiredly down at the Brit, using one of his large hands to rub slow, soothing circles into the small of the older nation’s back.

“Stop moving, go back to sleep.” England slurred, half his face squashed against the American’s broad chest, thick eyebrows furrowing when his lover used a hand to brush his fringe away from his face. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking a few times to try and get the blurriness that clouded his eyes to leave.

“Can’t, I’m awake now.” America smiled down at the older nation, shifting so that he was sitting more upright, ignoring the resistance from the Brit who tried to cling on. “I’m getting up, I need to brush my teeth.”

“Fine, just don’t let the cold air in.” The Englishman replied, albeit slightly grumpily, before releasing him and rolling to face his back towards the American.

England finally relaxed into the mattress again, eyes closing as he tried to catch a few more minutes of sleep. He shuffled over into the warm area the American had once occupied, sighing in contentment as he began to drift back to sleep. The feeling of the duvet being pulled out from under him and a sudden blast of cold air to his back had him jumping up as he let out a slightly girlish gasp of surprise.

“What, like that?” America laughed as his British lover glared at him with murderous intent. America lifted the duvet up once again and smirked at the smaller man with one eyebrow arched, challenging him with his gaze, only to be rebuffed when the Brit simply huffed at him.

England rolled his eyes, recognising the childishness for what it what, before grabbing the rest of the covers and successfully creating a cocoon around himself.

“Come on, don’t be boring!” America whined, attempting to grab at the covers and pull them off, but to no avail as the fabric slipped through his fingers.

“Leave me alone.” England groaned listlessly when he felt the American’s weight come to rest gently above him. He twisted his body around so that he was lying on his back, glaring at his lover half-heartedly.

America laughed under his breath, before leaning down to hover his face closely over his lovers, his breath ghosting across the Englishman’s lips.

“I’ll leave you alone if you give me a good morning kiss.” America smirked, grinning down at the older nation when he heard the Brit groan at his cheesiness. England could have sworn that had America been a dog, his entire back end would be wagging as the younger nation grinned cheerfully at him. He had no idea how the young nation could be so wide awake in the morning, the most the Brit could do was quickly flick on the kettle before he soon retreated back into the sheets.

England realised the American was still smiling at him, albeit slightly awkwardly, he sighed before quickly leaning up and giving America a short kiss, not expecting the American to lean down to continue it. The pair’s slow movements continued for some time, during which England’s hands eventually found themselves tangled in the American’s dirty blonde locks.

America pulled away when he felt England pushing at his shoulders, breathing slightly heavier as he tried to get his breath back, he smiled back up at the American.

“Go and brush your teeth, you have got morning breath.” The American leaned back down to once again capture his lips, barking with laughter when he pulled back and noticed the Englishman’s grimace.

“Love you too, England.”

Merry Levismas!

Petra stood outside the door. It was pretty early in the morning; yet she was full of energy and wide awake. The young woman had remembered Levi telling her he wasn’t an early riser at all. That why she stood outside his door a little bit later than agreed. She checked the address that he had given her the other day while they were hanging out. In fact, she checked it twice, since she hadn’t been there before. Finally, after making sure she was at the right place she knocked twice and waited for him to open.


mu-levi

Me: in this intro to fiction writing freshman class that I’m taking for fun, a second semester senior, visibly disgruntled and apathetic, hair unbrushed, wearing an ankle length black dress, uncomfortable
These freshman: young and full of youthful vigor, wide awake at 10:30 am, clearly not yet jaded by the weight of the world, also uncomfortable

For the Girl Who Has Everything (1/2)

Summary: A dangerous, parasitic creature traps Emma in a fantasy life in The Enchanted Forest where there was no curse, while Killian and Henry try desperately to save her before she’s lost to the fantasy forever.

A/N: Okay, I posted this on Sunday, but pulled it after it was apparent that everyone was focused on the premiere/Vancouver con. Anyways, I’ve always always wanted this sort of premise to be the series finale of OUAT, where Emma falls into a fantasy where the curse was never cast, so when I watched the episode of Supergirl by the same title, I knew that I had to write a similar story for Emma.

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For the Girl Who Has Everything

Emma swam slowly to consciousness, snuggled tight in the fluffy comforter that blanketed her and Killian’s king size bed. Eyes still closed, she stretched out a hand behind her, seeking him out, but was instead met with chilly sheets. Pouting, she opened her eyes to find herself alone, her handsome pirate nowhere to be found. Instead, she found a piece of paper lying on his pillow, and she recognized his loopy penmanship instantly. Curious, she pulled it towards her, lips curling up as she read his words.

Swan,

Happy birthday, love. You looked so peaceful sleeping, I hadn’t the heart to wake you. Henry and I have absconded early to run a few last minute errands for your day, so you have the morning to yourself. Downstairs on the kitchen table you will find a few tokens of felicitations from around the community. As for myself, I look forward to properly wishing you a happy birthday when I return; in fact, I shall hardly think of anything else.

All my love,

Killian

Emma smirked at his underlining of the word ‘properly’, and imagined one spine-tingling kiss that probably would not be appropriate for Henry’s eyes.

She clutched the paper to her chest, thinking about how different this birthday would be from the one she’d had 6 years ago, blowing out a candle alone in her sparse apartment, wishing for the family she’d never had. In the years that followed, she’d sometimes thought about what it would have been like to grow up in the Enchanted Forest with her parents, what kind of life she’d have lead, what her birthdays there would have consisted of: a big ball thrown in her honor, no doubt, with a triple-tiered cake with lots of candles and her parents beside her urging her to make a wish.  

Emma smiled wistfully. She hadn’t thought about those fantasies in a while, but it was sometimes fun to let her imagination run wild a bit. Next year’s birthday would be even more different, she realized, laying her hand across her still flat stomach.

Yesterday, after a few consecutive mornings of ending up on her knees in the bathroom throwing up her breakfast, she’d finally taken a pregnancy test, and if the little pink plus sign was any indication, she was pregnant again. At first Emma had been terrified, feeling like that 17-year-old girl in the jail cell again, but then she realized how irrational she was being. She had everything that 17-year-old girl hadn’t; parents who believed in her, the greatest son in the world, and a man who was constantly coming up with new ways to show her how much he loved her.

She and Killian had been through so much, had fought so hard for a future that had seemed impossible at times. Tonight, she would finally tell Killian the good news and she knew he would be just as happy and excited as she was.

Stretching happily, Emma spied the clock on her bedside table, it’s red numbers reading 10:14. Even if it was her birthday, she probably shouldn’t just lay in bed all morning, no matter how appealing the idea.

She went about her usual morning routine, showering and making the bed neatly so she didn’t get scolded by her ridiculously meticulous pirate. When she made it downstairs, the house was still quiet, a sign that her boys were still out and about. On the kitchen counter there was a box of bear claws with a note that said, “Happy birthday, Mom!” and she grinned before happily digging in, thankful that her favorite breakfast food agreed with her stomach today.

She had a mouth full of bear claw when she noticed the pile of presents Killian had mentioned on the table. Emma picked through it, shaking her head in amused exasperation when she spied a Doctoberfest cup amongst the collection. Most of the presents were cards from various townspeople, and Emma read them all with a fond smile on her face.

A relatively large black box tied with a thick white ribbon sat amongst the pile and Emma eyed it skeptically, hoping Jefferson hadn’t given her another strange top hat like he did last year. She shook the box experimentally. Whatever was inside was definitely heavier than a hat, she determined. Frowning slightly, Emma untied the ribbon and popped open the top, and suddenly had to duck as something came springing out.

“What the hell?” she exclaimed, looking wildly around for the thing or creature that had come from the box. She could hear it making a mess of her living room judging by the shattering of glass that sounded like her side table lamp. She cautiously inched into her living room, hands raised, ready to blast the thing with her magic, when the noises suddenly stopped.

Emma’s eyes darted from side to side, but there was no movement. A sudden tingling on the back of her neck prompted her to turn around, but it was too late. The creature was on her in an instant, wrapping its tentacles around her body, and the last thing she saw before she hit the ground was the black box lying on its side next to the kitchen table. Then, there was only darkness.

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