they are too cute for words or air

Big Weekend || Dan Howell

A/N: this imagine was requested by @let-it-go-and-live-again! I really like the idea. yeeah body positivity!! btw I added an about me page to my bio in case you want to check it out!

Word Count: 1.6K

POV: Reader


Originally posted by constantlymyself

The sky was cloudy but the air wasn’t too cold. Thousands of people were just hoping that it wouldn’t start raining. I was one of them. I stood there and hoped while my body was made of 60% pure adrenaline by now.

“I can’t wait for them to start!” I had to yell because the crowd of talking people was just so loud.

I smiled at Dan whole heartedly. The huge grin on my face was so big that my cheeks hurt.

“You are cute when you are that excited.” Dan laughed and took my hand in his.

His dimples were showing and just the sight of him made me feel like my heart was going to burst. Although Dan and Phil had stopped doing their radio shows they were still asked to do some interviews at Radio 1’s Big Weekend, an annual music festival.

Dan surprised me by inviting me to come with him. I obviously had to say yes, especially since my favourite band was performing. They were going to enter the stage soon and thousands of excited fans including me and Dan were impatiently waiting for them.

Although Dan was allowed to watch from back stage we decided to mix into the crowd because there was so much audience participation during the band’s concerts.

For a second the crowd grew all silent, then the first fans started screaming. Welcomed by loud cheers and squeals my favourite band ran onto stage. They immediately started with their first song. The air was filled with bursting energy and excitement. I hadn’t felt so alive in a long time.

I started singing my heart out to the songs I had listened to a million times before, but they sounded and felt so different live. When the whole crowd started chanting the chorus of my all time favourite song I jumped up and down, not being able to stop myself from moving and dancing.

“You are damn beautiful, Y/N!” I heard Dan shout into my ear.

I only now realized that he was watching me the whole time and blushed a little bit.

As one of the band’s slow songs sounded from the speakers Dan wrapped his arms around me from behind and we swayed to the music. His broad chest was pressed against my back and he rested his chin on top of my head, kissing my hair now and then.

After the ballade ended I got on my tip toes again in order to be able to watch my favourite band member’s every move.

“Do you know how lucky you are, Dan?” I asked him laughing, pointing out the height difference between us.

Dan was by far one of the tallest people in the crowd and I looked tiny next to him.

“You could sit on my shoulders.” Dan suggested with a wink.

“Dan, everyone behind us would hate us.” I laughed but had to admit that I kinda liked the idea.

“Enter the world of us giants. Just one song.” He pleaded with puppy dog eyes.

I had to admit it sounded tempting. Very tempting actually.

“Okay, but if people start shouting at us it’s all your fault!” I gave in and Dan didn’t really have much convincing to do.

He bent down so I could sit on his shoulders. After I had gotten on top of him I was able to overlook the whole crowd. His head was in between my thighs and I couldn’t stop myself from running my fingers through his soft chocolate brown hair. I crossed my legs behind Dan’s back and he held my thighs for extra stabilization.

Dan and I were enjoying ourselves and I was so happy to have an amazing boyfriend like him.

Just as the song ended and Dan was about to set me down, we were stopped by the band’s drummer and my favourite member.

“Listen everybody! Do you see this pretty girl who got on top of somebody’s shoulders? I want you all to do the same!” he shouted into his microphone and pointed right at me. The crowd started cheering and moving around.

Everybody who was here with somebody followed his instructions. I, on the other hand, had an immensely hard time processing the fact that my favourite band member had just called me pretty!

The heat rushed to my face and my hands started shaking. I felt like my 16-year-old fangirling self again.  

“O my god he called me pretty!” I squealed once my feet touched the ground again.

“Because you are!” Dan said with twinkling eyes and made me smile even wider.

I pecked his lips quickly before I faced the stage again. Just as my eyes landed on the drummer again he took off his shirt, revealing his toned chest and perfectly defined abs. The whole female part of the crowd completely lost it. Never before had I heard such high-pitched screams.

A few teenage girls actually looked like they were about to faint. I had to stare at him in awe. I squealed along while he smashed his drums, sweat dripping down his forehead.  

“Damn I forgot how hot he is.” I breathed in disbelief and was too busy to notice the look on Dan’s face as those words left my mouth.

I was still jumping up and down like a bouncy ball after the concert had ended. Dan was guiding me backstage with him because I was too busy talking about the concert to concentrate on where I was going.  

“I can’t believe that just happened. Best concert ever!” I babbled ecstatically.

“Mhm” Dan mumbled quietly and I was again too excited to notice his resentment.

Back in the hotel we were staying in for the weekend I had calmed down a bit again. After changing out of my sweaty shirt and drinking what seemed like 4 bottles of water I was back to normal.

Since Dan and I were extremely exhausted we decided to go straight to bed. It was only Saturday so we still had the whole of Sunday ahead of us. When I was done with brushing my teeth and exited the bathroom I noticed that Dan was in bed already. I got under his duvet as well and was immediately greeted by his comforting body warmth.

I snuggled up next to him and rested my head on his chest.

“Thank you for taking me with you. I really enjoyed today.” I whispered softly and pecked his pink lips.

With a grin, I decided to deepen the kiss and quickly straddled my surprised boyfriend.

“I thought you said you were tired.” Dan asked raising a brow, teasingly.

“I am never too tired for this.” I breathed seductively.

As soon as those words had come over my lips Dan immediately flipped us over so he was on top. I ran my hands up and down his chest, taking his t-shirt off soon after. He connected our lips again, we didn’t start out slow, it was heated since minute one. The tiredness from before was gone as Dan moved his hips against mine. I couldn’t hold in a silent moan.

“Am I hurting you?” Dan asked suddenly sounding insecure.

I broke the kiss to look at him in confusion. Did he misinterpret my moan?

“Why would you be hurting me? We haven’t even.. you know.“ I asked him confused, looking up at him.

“I thought I crushed you under my weight..” Dan’s words were barely a whisper. He swallowed hard as has face turned the colour of a tomato.

My eyes widened in shock and disbelief.

“Daaann-“ I trailed, waiting for him to tell me he was joking, but he didn’t.

“What are you talking about, Dan?” I wanted to know, scared of his answer.

He got off me and let himself fall down on the bed next to me. I lifted myself up on my elbow to be able to look into his dark brown eyes.

“I- I’m just really heavy. I don’t wanna hurt you.” He explained and I could tell that he was uncomfortable.

“You are way over 6 feet, Dan. How are you supposed to not be heavy?” I argued.

“Yeah sure.” He mumbled unmotivated. My face fell, finally getting what he was implying.

“That’s not what you meant, right?” I breathed totally aghast.

“No.” He whispered and slowly shook his head.

“Why do you suddenly feel like that? You are so beautiful, baby.” I gently traced his biceps, taking in his beauty.

He seemed to quietly ponder for a while before he decided to voice his thoughts.

“I just, I don’t have abs or a toned chest and I’m not that fit and-“ he made himself stop in the middle of his sentence.

He grew all silent. His words brought tears to my eyes. Why didn’t he see how perfect he was?

“You are not saying this because I called that stupid drummer hot today, right?” I tried, but the look on his face at the mention of what I had said earlier totally gave him away.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think it would make you feel that way. Listen I don’t care if he is hot or not. He will never be you and I love every tiny bit of your body and your soul.” I whispered softly, meaning every word I said.  

I cupped Dan’s face with my hands and deeply looked into his eyes. “You are perfect the way you are and I love you more than anything.” I slowly said so he could take in every single word.

Dan blushed and I noticed that a small smile had found its way back onto his face.

“It’s not just about having a fit body, you know that. Now c’mon let me show you how beautiful you are.” I breathed and started leaving kisses all over his chest and neck, straddling him again.

001. // yoosung drabble

it was it’s this sunshine’s birthday and i’m getting fluffy/nsfw-ish vibes so yeah. fluff and slight nsfw.

He was sitting on the chair behind his desk at the clinic, going through some paperwork when he heard the sound of barking coming from the big cages at the front of the building followed by your sweet voice filling the air.

Honey! I’m here!” he grinned at how cute the word ‘honey’ sounded directed towards him.

He was about to reply when he heard you talking to the animals. Oh God, did you want him to die or something? You were just too kind and cute and just perfect. Yoosung stood from his chair and walked towards the front of the clinic, feeling his heart thump loudly when he saw you with an senior dog in your arms, talking to him in a baby-like voice as your right cheek rubbed his back. 

Oh, who’s a goody boy?~” you cooed, “You are!”

You felt your heart swell with even more happiness as the dog started wagging his tail even more. That’s when the sound of a clearing throat made you snap your head back. 

Your husband was standing there, looking extremely hot and sexy and fine in that white lab coat, a light rosy tinge adorning his beautiful face. 

I see you’re busy,” he said in a playful voice.

Babe! I thought you’d gone to lunch when you didn’t answer.” you offered him a wide smile as you walked towards him, pupper still in your arms, and brushed your lips against his once before licking his lower lip in a teasing manner.

His eyes went wide as he looked around and towards the puppies in the cages, “There’re kids present, (y/n)! We can’t just do stuff like thi-”.

You interrupted him by pressing another kiss on his lips, this time firmer and deeper than the last one, a soft sigh escaping your lips. 

Sorry, I just can’t seem to hold myself back today,” a cheeky grin slowly appeared on your face before walking back and placing the old pupper back in his cage.

Don’t worry baby, your parents’ll be back soon! Only two days now, baby!” a peck was pressed on the pupper’s head before you closed the door.

Suddenly you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist and a soft whisper was suddenly heard next to your ear, “Whatever did I do to deserve someone as perfect as you, (y/n)?”

It was your turn to blush now. He’d become bolder and manlier over the years you two have been together.

Hmmm, I don’t know…” you tried to sound as uninterested as possible, failing miserably. 

You turned around and lazily wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers tangling in his golden locks, “By the way,” you stood on your tip toes and hovered your lips right below his earlobe, “I’m not wearing any panties.”

His reaction was immediate. Yoosung grabbed your hand and pulled your towards the back of the building, pressing you against the closest wall before capturing your lips with his. 

Just as he was about to remove his coat you stopped him and chuckled, “Not so fast.”

“Wh-What is it, (y/n)?” he whimpered softly, his hands running up and down your waist.

Just as you said, kids are right here in this building so we need to hold back,” you let out a soft chuckle as a loud groan escaped his lips.

You’re driving me crazy here…” he traced the outline of your lips with his tongue just before his mouth found your neck, suckling on it softly. 

Hmmm, it’s all part of your birthday gift,” you mumbled airily.

Wait. Wait wait wait. Birthday gift? At the moment he pulled back and pulled out his phone. It read March 12. 

Holy shit. He forgot his own birthday. He hadn’t had time to go on LOLOL or go out with his friends due to how heavy work was this days.Then something dawned on him. None of his friends or family had called him yet.

Usually it was his mother who called him first, then his sister, then you, then his friends. But not even you or the RFA had given him a proper birthday greeting.

Carefully, he pulled completely back from you, head hanging low. 

Oh… Hah, I guess it is…” the man trailed off as his heart started feeling heavy.

Why are you making such a big deal out of this Kim Yoosung? It’s just one birthday,’ he thought.

You knew exactly what he was thinking and before you could even wrap your arms around him your phone rang, snapping him out of his saddening thoughts.

As you read the text your facial expressions started showing worry and that immediately snapped him fully back to reality. 

Hey, honey, what’s wrong? Is everything okay? Is someone hurt?” he grabbed you by your shoulders, noticing just how tense they were, which only adding to his growing worry.

U-Uh… Yeah,” you mumbled, “Uhh, we need you go. There’s an urgent RFA meeting right now. Close down the clinic for today. We need to meet up.”

You two quickly gathered your stuff and left the building, heading towards the place of the meet up.

None of you uttered a single word as you drove towards a known restaurant in the city. It was really hard not to ask you what had happened. He noticed how your eyes suddenly started getting teary, dread starting to fill his entire body.


Finally, you two arrived to your destination. He let dropped you off in front of the restaurant before going to find somewhere to park. 

Once he was done, he walked into the restaurant. He was quick to find you standing in front of a pair of wooden doors, which apparently was the V.I.P room, looking quite nervous. “This must be really bad if she’s behaving this way.” 

In a matter of seconds he was next to you. 

You took a deep breath before looking into his eyes and taking a tight hold on his hands, “Get ready for what you’re about to hear. Please, try not to freak out.”

Bile was rising in his throat as you said that.

Your hands rested on the handle of the door for a few seconds before you hesitantly pushed the door, allowing him to enter first. 

Next thing he knew was there was a, booming “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” that managed to fill the entire room.

Then he noticed that the entire RFA was there along with his family and college/high school friends. Even some of his LOLOL long-distance friends were here. Some where shooting confetti towards the ceiling, others were releasing globes of various colors from their hands and some others were waiting by the snacks and presents table.

Everything was beautiful. 

Yoosung spun around only to find you dramatically wiping away your tears as a devilish smile crept on your face, “Where you ready, babe?”

He was barely able to register everything that had just happened and the only thing he could muster to say at the moment was, “How?”

You chuckled and grabbed his hands, immediately intertwining yours fingers with his, “Well you see, Seven and I came up with the idea of scaring you a bit and Zen gave me a few intensive acting lessons, Jaehee helped me organize this, and Jumin provided the place. Oh! And V helped me contact your LOLOL friends and I payed their ticket with some of my savings. ”

I am so in love with you,”  and with that he pulled you towards him and pressed a sweet kiss on your lips to which the entire room burst into cheering and wolf whistling. 

Get a room!” you heard Seven yell.

The two of you chuckled your arms once again finding their way around his neck, your lips resting right next to his ear. 

One thing I was completely honest about,” you whispered, “Is that I’m really not wearing panties. So you can choose where to unwrap your present, Yoosungie...


Happy birthday, honey,” you sucked on the side of his neck, pretending to just be nuzzling it before pulling back and allowing him to enjoy his party.

Two months later, you discovered you were pregnant. 

You Trying to Make a Move? - Part 2

Fandom: Supernatural

Summary:  You’re injured and, as always, Dean is taking care of you. Why though? It takes a lot for him to open up.

Words: 1,322

Paring/Characters: DeanxReader, Sam

Warning: Fluffy cuteness?

Author’s Note: Well, here’s some more. I do have one more section for it… I hope the writing isn’t too terrible… And I used a gif, look at that! *Awkwardly waves and then runs away*

Part One

Originally posted by dynastyofmarystuart

A few weeks later…

The music made you hum along and tap your foot as the impala roared down some highway to some little town in the middle of nowhere. Air rushed inside, tugging at your ponytail and making Dean turn the radio up even more.

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They Cuddled, They Danced, They Kissed.

Prompt: I got it here.

Tagging: @virusap and @meyers-princess

Ship: HamLaf

Word Count: 1122

Summary: They had won the war, and manage to find themselves a moment of peace.

Warnings: Light angst, mentions of death (Neither Laf or Alex die, so no need to worry.)

A/N: I love these suckers at the moment, so be expecting a lot more of their content. God, they’re too cute.

No matter how much rain hammered down from the sky, how many thick grey clouds hung in the air, how strong the thick smell of blood and death lingering was, or the number of countless dead bodies lying over the war-torn ground, everyone had a small smidge of happiness in their hearts. People had died, so, so many people, yet the war had finally been won; they were an independent colony, and no longer had to put up with King George the Third, who was a harsh ruler, and only thought about himself, not caring for his people, his friends, or even his family. Money was his main priority, that and making others miserable.

George Washington, their general at the time, smiled, though it was strained. He looked as if he had gained a few years on what he used to look like, but a war was expected to have that effect. Very few people’s smiles reached their eyes. Yes, they were free and no longer had to fight, but above that, they were exhausted and had lost too many friends to ever be the same again. Whether it was a brother, a drinking partner, a cousin, someone you shared a tent with, or a stranger that you had only hit it off with today, to have lost them was still too much. No one went unaffected.

Though some managed to hide it.

Alexandre!” Marquis de Lafayette shouted, stealing his attention. “Can I come in?” Taking his silence for a yes, Lafayette decided to follow. Neither of them objected when Lafayette pulled him into a tight hug. They stayed like that for a long time, neither of them bothering to move. They were in Alexander’s private tent anyways; no one would see them here.

“Are you okay? You are awfully silent for once.” Lafayette tried to joke, though it wasn’t exactly funny. “Alexandre?” He just nodded, clinging to him just that little bit tighter. Lafayette knew what he wanted. He slipped off his jacket, removed the knife he had hidden on his person, and throwing it to the side. Lafayette led him over to the bed, gently laying down, Alexander by his side. They snuggled, sharing warmth, Lafayette stroking Alexander’s hair.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“I don’t know the answer.”

Mon amour… Tell me the problem.”

“I don’t know how to word it. It hardly matters anyway. Let us cuddle instead; it’s more enjoyable than anything else I can think of doing.”

“No cuddling until you tell me what’s wrong,” Lafayette said, eyebrows furrowed. “We don’t keep secrets from each other, yes? Secrets lead to problems, and I don’t want to have a problem with you.” Though it was worded like a threat, Alexander knew he was being kind, looking out for a more-than-friend.

“There was so much death.” He said, and then he was crying, warm tears running down his face. He shivered, and snuggled even closer, his face pressed against Lafayette’s shirt. It would probably be ruined, but that’s why their friend was a tailor, right? “There were piles and piles of corpses, and all we’re going to do with them is burn them. Not even give them a proper send-off. All their families are going to get is a letter telling them how their loved one has died, and that’s it, Laf, that’s it!”

“That’s it,” Lafayette replied quietly. He knew there was nothing to do to comfort him. Whatever they did wouldn’t change the fact that their bodies would be hauled into the flames or into a grave with twenty others. Instead of offering words of comfort which would be lies, he decided to rub soothing circles on his shoulders, waiting until to sniffles stopped.

Je t’aime,” Alexander said, his voice hoarse. His face was still tear-stained, his cheeks still a bright pink, but his breathing was back to normal and he had calmed down. It was rare to witness a breakdown. Alexander, the man who held his head up high, in tears, sobs wracking his body, was unheard of. Very few had seen this state, Lafayette being one of them.

Je t’aime, mon amour,” Lafayette whispered back, and they laid there, their legs tangled together, arms pulling each other close, their grip tight like they never planned on letting go.

Alexander wasn’t sure what time it started. There was a camp fire lit outside for the men to huddle around, no longer scared of an ambush. Everyone huddled around it, sharing their remaining food and drink, most of them slightly tipsy.

Then someone started singing, climbing on a nearby stool, shouting and slurring the words. It was an old war tune, one meant to inspire. It was happy, and one that forced a smile on your face, no matter how low you were feeling. Alexander could feel the smile appear on his face, and he was sure Lafayette was the same.

Soon, other soldiers joined in the tune, adding the usual background voices.

“Do you want to dance?” Lafayette asked, looking down at his lover.


“Do you want to dance?” He repeated, grinning. “The music has already been supplied. I haven’t had the chance to dance for a long time; indulge me.”

“I suppose it couldn’t hurt.” Alexander laughed, before throwing off the sheets, shivering when the cold air hit. He immediately grabbed Lafayette’s jacket, which had been thrown on the floor earlier, slipping it on. Lafayette climbed out of the bed too, walking to the middle of the tent where Alexander was stood.

Lafayette took lead, occasionally twirling Alexander, sometimes tugging him closer for a kiss. They grinned and laughed, their spirits higher than they had been in weeks. It was rare, too rare, that they got a moment to themselves, a moment to pause, to relax, to enjoy each other’s company without others looking upon them, suspicious and frowning. It was rare that they could find a comma in the sentence that was their life, and when they did find one, they savoured every moment.

Lafayette pulled Alexander closer for the final time, connecting their lips, kissing him gently, like he was the most valuable artefact in the universe, and Lafayette was afraid that he could snap. Alexander kissed back with no more force, content, for once, to take it slow, to be calm and collected, to remember the way his lips felt on his, to remember the way his eyes fluttered close, to remember the way that Lafayette’s hand found its way into his hair, pressing and pulling him closer.

Je t’aime,” Lafayette mumbled against his lips.

Je t’aime.” Alexander echoed, a ghost of a smile on his face.

They cuddled, they danced, they kissed, and that was all they needed.

is this floor taken?

Characters: Reader x College Student Mark!AU

Prompt: My roommates boyfriend is sleeping over, so can I please sleep on your floor? – College AU 

Word Count: 833

AN: I honestly love these prompts! I loved the dialogue prompts too but I feel a lot more free yet organized with these~ Keep requesting, and I hope you all enjoy

Promp List // Prompt Rules

Originally posted by spockjinyoung

“Ugh, god my neck is killing me,” you groan as the elevator finally stops on your floor, the hot humid air of your dorm floor nearly slapping you in the face as you slowly make your way towards your room. Your night class had been absolute hell and all you really wanted to do was slide into your bed and sleep your heart out. Maybe you’d even be a rebel and not wash your face or brush your teeth. With a small smile you pulled out your keys and was just about ready to unlock your door when you heard the moan.

“Oh baby…yes…oh my god just like that.”

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” you groan as you struggle internally over what the hell you should do. Your roommate was a very nice girl, she was, but sometimes you swore that her boyfriend was in your dorm more than you. With a defeated sigh you slowly slide down the wall, closing your eyes as you just tried to block out the horrendous noises that were coming from your room. ‘As long as they’re in her bed and not mine,’ you thought to yourself as you looked down at your phone. 10:15 p.m. and you had an 8 o’clock class in the morning.

As badly as you wanted to just knock on the door and interrupt them, you knew that you’d have even more problems; roommate drama was the one thing that you wouldn’t put up with. Maybe if you looked around, someone would have their door open and pity you. Beginning your search, you heaved your backpack on and started to wonder down the floor. Your floor was co-ed with about thirty rooms total, so while you didn’t know everybody, you had at least walked by the majority of them while leaving for class, going to the bathroom, or going to the kitchen.

But with each door that you walked by, you were growing more and more discouraged, thinking maybe you’d have to sleep on the floor outside your room; but that’s when you saw it. At the very end of the hallway, there was somebody with their door propped open.

Slowly but surely you walked down to it, making sure to peak at the names that were on the door first.  ‘Mark’ and ‘Jackson’ they read. Okay so boys weren’t your first option that’s for sure, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Slowly you walked full into the doorway and peaked your head in. Despite two names though you only saw one boy.

He had a lankier frame and a gorgeous long face. His eyes settled on whatever was playing on his computer screen. From the sounds of it, some drama. “Umm…excuse me?” you called out, knocking your knuckle gently against his door frame as to get his attention.

“Oh shit I’m sorry is this too loud?” he asked right away as he pecked on his laptop, the volume going down on his show. “No, no that’s not it,” you say raising your hands and shaking your head at him. He waved his hand slightly letting you know you were fine to step in. Hesitantly you did so, looking around his dorm room. It was definitely nice, and despite two boys sharing it, smelt pretty good too. You’d been in some of the other guys’ dorm rooms on your floor and had had to stop yourself from gagging. This boy you didn’t recognize though. “I um…I’m sorry this is extremely awkward,” you say as you rub the back of your neck, the boy, Mark or Jackson you weren’t quite sure simply giving you a curious look.

“My roommate’s boyfriend is over and long story short, I’m not going in there tonight. You were the only person on our floor with their door open…and I see you have some space on your floor…” you say letting out a small laugh. Mark seemed to catch onto what you were getting at too because he let out a chuckle as well. “I totally get that.” He said as he pushed his laptop to the side and slide to the side of his bed. “My roommate Jackson has his girlfriend over quite a bit. At least you heard them and didn’t walk in on them.” He said, his cheeks going a little red, “Cause I’ve done that and it’s not fun.” This made you laugh as he gestured more to his room.

“Well Jackson is at his girlfriends again tonight, so if you’d like to risk using his bed you may, otherwise you can gladly sleep in mine and I’ll take the floor. Oh and I’m Mark,” he said as he stood up and walked over, reaching his hand out to. Smiling back at him you took his hand, “[Y/N], and thank you so much Mark,” you say as you let your backpack fall off your shoulders.

And for the first time that night…you weren’t so mad with your roommate after all.

I Love You Too, Barry Allen

Yay for another imagine!
I’ve been marathoning The Flash lol
This was requested by @charmwing7334

Title: “I Love You Too, Barry Allen”
Pairing: Barry Allen x reader
Summary: “The reader has visited the same book store since she was young and even works there when she isn’t browsing the shelves. Barry goes there to buy books all the time so they get to know each other and he eventually(awkwardly) asks her out. Adorable and fluffy with embarrassed Barry please!”
Word Count: 1,174
Warnings: nothing I think. It’s just awfully cute.

Your name: submit What is this?

            The store bell rang as the door opened, letting in the cold air. You shivered slightly before continuing to reshelf the stack of books next to you. On the tips of your toes, you stretched to reach the top shelf. It was only until someone behind you reached up and shelved the book for you did the job finally get done.

         "Still as short as ever,” laughed a voice behind you.

         You turned around, rolling your eyes as Barry grinned. As much as you hated his comments on your height, he was one of your closest friends. He visited the bookstore nearly every day; at first to get books, but soon it was just to see you.

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A little part from an old radio show with Eren, Connie and Mikasa’s voice actors! (1 and 2

For the subtitles : 
Kaji Yuki (Eren) :
Ishikawa (Mikasa): pink                            
Shimono Hiro (connie): green

It is important to know that the Voice actress answered this in a quick question/answer game, and therefore had to answer with the most obvious trait that first comes to her mind in few words
It is not a general analysis or to say that’s all what Mikasa is! 

It is also important to note, this dates back to the day only seven episodes were aired from the anime! but I thought it was too cute not to share  :)

Kaji Yuki (Eren) : 2nd question was “what kind of character Mikasa is ?” and you answered “Eren is my life”
Shimono Hiro (connie) : well , it is obvious to see her
Ishikawa Yui (Mikasa): yeah, there’s no one but Eren!
Kaji Yuki (Eren) : aah did you hear that, all Erens in Japan? (he actually says all Eren-san(s))
Ishikawa Yui (Mikasa): I doubt there is any Eren!
Shimono Hiro (connie) : well , some Eren could exist but.. haha
Kaji Yuki (Eren) : If your name was Eren too, wouldn’t you be happy to hear her say “Eren is my life”?
(don’t you just Love Eren’s VA?) 
Shimono Hiro (connie) : well I would be happy though ..
Kaji Yuki (Eren) : sorry this is not so funny ! Anyway, for Mikasa, this is the obvious thing about her?
Ishikawa Yui (Mikasa): that’s right, Eren is everything for me.
Kaji Yuki (Eren) : yeah well, Mikasa and Eren’s past unveiled a little in the anime.
Ishikawa Yui (Mikasa): yeah, that was awesome. No wonder she fell in love!
Kaji Yuki (Eren) : Ah really? For women he was that cool?
Ishikawa Yui (Mikasa):  in fact, maybe the whole humanity fell in love with him!
Kaji Yuki (Eren) : Whole humanity??
Shimono Hiro (connie) : -laughingWhole humanity? You’re exaggerating !
Kaji Yuki (Eren) : -laughing- Men and Even titans??
Ishikawa Yui (Mikasa): definitely! right?
Kaji Yuki (Eren) : why not ask the writer there, he is a man too!
Shimono Hiro (connie) : He did, He did! Even titans fell in love like: EEGGOOOO!!!
Ishikawa Yui (Mikasa): ERREEEEN!!

Oh Ziam

Oh Ziam.  I’ve heard many say that Ziam is lower key than Larry.  It seemed like a reasonable thing to say at first, but I’ve come to see after finding more and more gifs and pictures of them that they’re just as absurdly obvious as Larry.

I’ve put together some gifs and pics from my saved folder that make me giddy to the point of being angry because seriously? Seriously guys?  I just came out to look at some cute gifs and I feel attacked.

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What A Cute Cat!

(This will be posted to ao3 It’s just being very slow and won’t let me post right now)

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou/ Sawamura Daichi/ Sugawara Koushi

Word count: 1140

Kuroo groaned into his coffee cup. The sun was too bright but the air too cold for the college student. He was on his way back to his dorm from his morning class (‘Seriously Tetsurou, who takes morning classes? ever?’). If he hadn’t been staring at the ground to avoid contact with the sun he wouldn’t have seen it.

It was small and graceful. Covered in white fur and with big blue eyes. It’s tail flicked back and forth and it walked toward Kuroo. It rubbed against his leg and made a quiet ‘Mew’ type noise. Kuroo was, despite his outward appearance, quite the intelligent boy. He didn’t struggle when it came to learning the material and had one of the highest grades in his classes. Maybe it was the tiredness that coffee couldn’t fix, maybe it was the sun messing with his, maybe it was the fact finals were in 2 weeks and he was not ready. But he looked at the small creature and said in a high pitched voice “You’re a kitty!”

And somehow it warranted him squatting down to pet the beautiful feline. It simply purred in appreciation. He played with the cat for a few minute before he heard a voice. It was pretty, almost sounded like bells to Kuroo, but it was almost masculine which was a nice surprise.

“Bean! Bean where are you?” Kuroo looked up to see a boy with pale silver hair looking around frantically holding a tin of cat food. The beauty purring at his feet looked up and seemingly debated if food was more important than attention. Kuroo decided to be a good civilian and scoop the cat, presumably named Bean, and walked over to the boy.

“Are you looking for this?” He asked as Bean mewed in confusion. The silver haired boy looked up and gasped.

“Yes! Oh my god thank you! We’d get in so much trouble if she was seen by our RA,” he laughed. “We can’t lose our little moneymaker on campus now can we”

He gingerly took her from Kuroo’s arms and gave her a kiss on the top of her head. He looked up at Kuroo and smiled.

“I’m Sugawara Koushi, but please just call me Suga. Are you busy? I’d like to thank you for finding Bean.”

It seemed like weeks ago that exchange happened, but here he was. In Sugawara’s and Sawamura’s room trying to nap with Bean purring on his chest. He could vaguely hear the other two talking.

“Suga it’s like he also lives here. He needs to start paying rent as well as the fee for cuddling with the cat”

“Daichi we don’t even pay rent, that’s covered by student loans.”

Kuroo chuckled at the conversation. Bean purred in agreement. Sugawara and Daichi have been raising Bean ever since they found her as a kitten in high school. They couldn’t leave her behind when they went to college so they smuggled her in, keeping her a little secret. They has decided to use her calming charms to make a quick buck, secretly marketing her as a stress reliever. Ten dollars for an hour to cuddle and play with her. In the past few weeks Kuroo think’s he’s spent more money on Bean then he has on coffee.

Sometimes he’d cuddle with her and talk to the other two, they were both super friendly. All three played volleyball and Kuroo got to boast about how his team had gone to nationals, that is until the other two stated they made it to finals in nationals. Kuroo had lost in the semi-finals against Itachiyama Academy. He almost felt like he was in the presence of gods when they admitted they were from Karasuno.

Apart from being friendly both boys were extremely attractive. Daichi had both arms and thighs he wouldn’t mind choking him. He may have seen him in only a towel once and was blessed by the sight of Sawamura Daichi’s abs. Where he had a very fit look about him Suga had a smaller frame and overall thinner look. He had a bit of a squishy stomach from eating too many sweets. Daichi was a cultural studies major while Suga was a culinary major. When Kuroo admitted he was a Biology major they asked him all sort of questions about it, and in turn he asked questions about their majors.

Suga liked to make Kuroo try all sorts of foods he’s tried making, specifically baked goods, there was always a cake in the dorm. Daichi liked to make sure Kuroo wasn’t overworking himself. When Suga wasn’t home Daichi would give Kuroo a massage, somehow knowing how to get all the kinks in his back out.

The roommates continued their discussion while Kuroo tried to return back to his nap.

“Do you think he’s gay?” Suga’s voice asked.Kuroo felt more inclined to listen now.

“Suga i’ve seen him wear flannel one day and then an oversized cardigan the next day.”

“That’s stereotyping!”
“Still! Straight boys don’t do that, name one time you’ve seen Tanaka wear a cardigan.”

“Tanaka is bi and he’s worn Kiyoko’s cardigan before.”

“Okay, then I have a more solid piece of evidence.”

“Oh what’s that, his hair style? The fact he wears eyeliner.”

“No, I know his ex boyfriend.” Daichi said bluntly, Suga gasped over dramatically. He quickly lowered his voice into a hushed whisper.



“Ew.” Kuroo couldn’t help but laugh. Both boys looked over at him with embarrassed expressions, but Kuroo just laughed.

“Yes, I’m gay.” Kuroo smirked amusedly at them.

“Hey same.” was Suga’s reply.

“I have a question, by the way,” Kuroo glanced up, not being able to sit due to the cat on his chest. “Are you two dating?”

They both looked sheepishly at each other before Daichi cleared his throat.

“It's….complicated but yeah.”


“Well uh,” Daichi rubbed the back of his neck. “The two of us kind of identify as polyamorous. So while we do really love each other it’s just…”

“We want more…” Suga finished, almost sounding regretful. It kind of hurt Kuroo to hear that.

“What kind of person are you looking for?” He asked them.

“Ah! Well, we kind of have someone in mind but we only just learned that they’re gay,” Daichi began rambling, Suga looked embarrassed. Rightfully so as Kuroo knew exactly who they were talking about immediately. He decided to cut Daichi off.

“Can I take you guys out for dinner?” He asked simply. Daichi turned red while sputtering out a response. Suga beamed at him.

“Really? Like as a date?”

“Yeah, as a date. I’ve never really dated two people before though so… “

“We can talk about it.” Suga smiles at him. “All good relationships are founded on talking to one another.”

Kuroo couldn’t help but smile.


I Hope you enjoyed this!!! I had a lot of fun writing it and I hope you enjoy it!!


@sour–strawberries This was actually supposed to be just Clintasha with “I don’t believe you believed me” in it. But something happened. O.o OMG I don’t know if it’s completely sappy and terrible or kinda cute. :D 

“NAT I SWEAR!!! I swear!! It wasn’t me, it was TonYYYYY!!” Quickly Clint jumped over the sofa, before Natasha could get too close to him. The tension in the air was thick - Clint’s body language could be described as scared and twitchy. His hands were held out in front of his body, trying to convince Natasha of his words. “Please, Nat, you would only extract your revenge on the wrong person.” 

“Really, huh? … “ Natasha stopped her threatening posture behind the sofa to narrow her eyes at the panicked archer. In one hand she held one of her light nunchucks. It wasn’t shining in a bright blue tone anymore, but instead blindingly pinkish. “You didn’t have anything to do with this?”

“How should I?” Clint’s breath went a little faster and there was a slight sweat film on his forehead. Natasha would have loved to smirk at that sight, because he was obviously hysterical. He knew what happened when she got him back for his pranks. And she knew that he actually didn’t hate it - much rather the opposite. But a smirk would have left him off the hook too early. “I don’t even know how these light things work!” Clint called out. “How would I know how to change the color?” 

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based on (x)

leo | sareureuk (adv) - describes the sound and motion of snowflakes slowly melting in a warmer temperature or under the morning sunshine (Korean)
libra | sillage (n) - the scent that lingers in air, the trail left in water, the impression left in space after someone or something has been and gone; the trace of someone’s perfume (French)
auquarius | yugen (n) - an awareness of the universe that triggers emotional responses too deep and mysterious for words (Japanese)
taorus | gigil (n) - the urge to pinch or squeeze something that is unbearably cute (Filipino)
scorpio | gurfa (n) the amount of water that can be helf in one hand (Arabic)

Am I In Heaven? Are You An Angel? And I Think I Have A Nose bleed

Am I In Heaven? Are You An Angel? And I Think I Have A Nosebleed

Summary: Based off this prompt from the lovely Phanfic 

A/N : tbh im really trash at the whole ‘getting motivation for writing’ thing and coming up with titles but here’s some nice, cute stuff for yah ((this was supposed to be a few hundred word oops)) hopefully the person who wanted this is satisfied for i am only a literary potato 

Word Count: 2174  

Disclaimer: I own nothing or no one; this is all fiction.

TW: someone gets run over but there’s nothing too gorey dw


Grey slush piles up as chunky snowflakes drift down from dark clouds overhead, the sky sick and the air thick with fog. Why would anyone want to walk out in this weather, much less drive in it? Why would an 18 year old who barely got his license a week ago dare risk his life and new (used) car over some milk and cake? This is what Dan tries to block out of his head as he creeps to a stop at a red light, his hands moistening and his knuckles white as he grips the steering wheel.  

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Pietro Maximoff #5

Anon:  Hi dear!!! I was wondering if you could please write an imagine with Pietro where you think you aren’t beautiful enough and are too overweight for him but he proves to you (with fluff and smut 😏) how much he loves you and thinks you are amazing?? Thank you so so much!! ❤️❤️❤️ (ps your writing is great!!! 🙌)

I hope you’ll like it even if it isn’t my best work! Thank you for your cute request and such a nice words :**


It was hot day. You spent it watching TV idly with  Steve, Nat and Clint laying on the couch in air-conditioned room. You were surrounded by cold drinks and snacks.

Suddenly, you felt puff of wind on your skin.

“Guys, why are you so floppy?” Pietro asked. He looked fresh and hot as always. You secretly a crush on that sliver-haired boy, but no-one except Natasha knew about it.

“Shut up, Speedy” Nat fluttered her face with hand.“It’s so hot”

“Why won’t you go by the lake, then?” he asked and raised his eyebrow.

“Hey, is’t great idea! Tell the others, Pietro and we’re going to take some stuff” Nat ordered and entrailed you upstairs.

When you were in your room, Nat started to looking for your bikini.

“Nat, I’m not going” you goaned. She turned to you and frowned.


“You know. I don’t like showing my body. Especially if Pietro’d be there…” you started, but Nat interrupted you.

“I don’t wand to listen to this bullshit. You have beautiful body. I want to look like you!” she claimed and shoke your arms.“Damn it girl, you look perfect! Do you want to look like these girls, who looks like chive?”

“Stop trying to convice me. I’m not going” you whispered.

“God, you’re so stubborn! Okey, stay here we’re gonna have fun. Bye!” Nat clashed the doors.

You whispered and fell onto your bed. You were an outsider since you remember. You had some friends, but you always spent weekends at home. You were ashame of your body, and didn’t want to go to clubs with others.

And now you peeved your best friend and lost opportunity to spend afternoon with Pietro.

You heard somebody knocking on your doors. You were sure that it was Nat, so when you opened you started to apologise her.

“Nat, I’m sorry…” you stopped, because you saw it wasn’t Nat. It was Pietro with awkward smile on his handsome face. You felt butterflies in your stomach and couldn’t say anything.

“Ohh, Nat said that you don’t want to come with us, and I came to ask you why.."Pietro ran his hand through his messed hair."She said that you have complexes or something. I didn’t believe her”

He looked into your eyes and squinted.

“You don’t have to be ashamed of your body and because you’re a clever girl you know that, right?”

You swallowed. Pietro came closer to you and grabbed your waist. You lost your breath and just stared at him. He leaned and kissed you passionately. You were paralysed.

“W-what are you doing?” you asked against his lips.

“I’m kissing you” he mumbled and his warm breathe dabbed your skin.

You lost your mind and put arms on his neck. You pulled him closer to you and he goaned when you touched his hair.

You couldn’t believe that it was true. You imagined this moment many times, but it was thousands times better. His lips were soft and warm. His hands roamed lower and lower and he grabbed your ass. You moaned.

“I’ve been waiting so long for that” he whispered and pushed you onto bed.“Don’t worry, princessa. I won’t hurt you”

You nodded and deepened the kiss. He touched you breasts through you t-shirt. He massaged them slowly with one hand and the other came down to waistband of your jeans. You touched his chest kissing Pietro’s jaw, ear and neck. He massaged you through fabric of your panties creating friction which made you wet.

He ripped off your jeans and started teasing you clit. He made circular moves around your intimate part of body.

“God, Pietro. What are you doing to me?” you gasped.

“I’m pleasing you” he answered into your ear.“And you like it very much, don’t you?”

“Shit, yes!” you moaned as he inserted his finger inside you.

“Your sex voice is turning me on so much” he growled with his Sokovian accent.

His thrusts pushed you on you edge.

“I’m getting close, Pietro” you moaned and he smirked.

“I can feel it, babe” he got faster and faster. You couldn’t notice his moves, he was too fast.

Suddenly you felt your climax and you scrunched up around his fingers.

Pietro pulled out and wrapped his arms around you.

You hid your face in his chest.

“Why did you do that?” you asked quietly after few seconds.

“Because I like making happy people who are important for me” he answered.

“So you do this to everyone you like?” you rised your eyebrow.

“No!"he laughed."You’re special for me, Y/N. And I’m glad we didn’t go by the lake with others”