this is good enough until morning

little spoon

To save money while attending college in NYC, Stiles and Derek decide to rent one tiny apartment together. With one bed.

*whispers* I have no idea if any of this is realistic. Don’t judge me.

You guys know by now that practically everything I write is so so fluffy, but this is just like, a whole other level. A little over 4k words of enemies-to-lovers, bed-sharing, & cuddling. ;)  

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The thing is, Stiles is pretty sure he can’t afford to breathe the air in New York City, let alone rent an apartment there. But it’s also been his lifelong dream to go to NYU, same as his mom, and he’s just gotten his acceptance letter in the mail along with a hefty scholarship offer. So he has a bit of a conundrum on his hands.

Enter Derek, who has a (relatively) dirt cheap apartment in Queens.

Okay, so Derek calls it an “apartment.” Stiles calls it an “attic closet.”

It’s nothing but a narrow bed, a foot or so of walking space between that and the wall, and a lone shelf by the door to hold the microwave and all of Derek’s possessions that can’t fit under the bed. There’s not even enough room to open the door all the way; the edge of the door hits the edge of the bed, and then you have to shimmy into the room.

The sad thing is that Stiles can’t even afford that.

He can, however, afford half of it.

“So you’re going to share a bed,” Scott says, looking concerned.

“Yes,” Stiles says.

“No,” Derek says at the same time.

Scott looks more concerned.

Stiles sighs. “Okay, so it’s like this. Derek’s going to be doing the whole normal person schedule, up at the buttcrack of dawn” (Derek rolls his eyes) “and out working and studying and stuff all day and back in bed asleep by 11 pm, and I’m going to be taking all evening classes and working the night shift!”

“We won’t actually ever be in the same place at the same time,” Derek clarifies. “He gets it during the day; I get it at night.”

“Because we can’t stand each other,” Stiles adds, in case Scott is thinking of getting his hopes up that this whole roommates thing is going to be some kind of bromance.

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Angel

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Mardi Gras shenanigans. It’s porn, plot is optional.

Word Count:1,976

Warnings: Language, Smoking, Dirty Talk, Oral (MR)

A/N: Are you ready for the longest blowjob in history… (I don’t own the gif)

“Did it hurt?” Sam approached you, a sly smirk on his lips. When you didn’t play along and simply shot him an unimpressed look, he snickered. “…when you fell from Heaven.”

Yeah, you were dressed as an angel.

Not your idea, though. As it turned out, Wanda was a big fan of Mardi Gras and begged until you all agreed to throw a costume party. Tuesday morning, she shoved a white dress into your arms and said you were an angel. You didn’t want to upset her, so you just rolled with it.

Sam laughed at his own joke before the smell of pancakes drew his attention away from you. You looked around the room and sighed, sipping your second glass of… whatever it was Natasha had given you. It was good, a bit fruity and bitter enough to match your mood.

Wanda, who was dressed as Violet from the Incredibles, was running around the living room, filling plates with pancakes. Loud music blasted through the speakers.

“Looking for someone?”

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punsbulletsandpointythings  asked:

Your myth retellings are gorgeous. Would you tell another please? Maybe something with Hermes?

Pandora is made from earth, shaped by the hands of Hephaestus and made in the image of his beloved wife. Aphrodite gifts her with grace and charisma. Athena teaches her to weave and bestows cleverness upon her.

She stands in front of Hermes, and the god frowns and touches her with a single fingertip on her chin, moving her head one way than the other. “They’ll eat you alive,” he says, and she doesn’t understand.

She tilts her head to the side and smiles a vacant smile. All of the cleverness in the world will do her no good without any context. “We are the same,” she says, pressing a hand to Hermes’s chest. She is made from earth and has the skin to mach. He is a celestial god, and his skin is the same rich shade of brown.

He did not ask to be born any more than his mother asked to bare him. His creation, just like hers, is at the whims of Zeus. All for some little lost fire, all because Prometheus wanted his people to be warm, and, well, he is the god of the thieves after all –

So he gifts her with deceit, with selfishness, with cunning. Her smile leaves her face all at once as she’s filled with self-awareness. “He’ll be angry with you,” she says, “I am not what you were supposed to make.”

“Gods have short memories,” he says, and doesn’t bother to hide the contempt in his voice. “Do not worry about me, gifted child. You have larger problems than my fate.”

He has turned her from something pure into – something more like him. Her face darkens even further as her perfectly crafted mind slots all the pieces together, and he can’t help but find her lovely. It’s how she was made, after all. “I can’t stop it, can I? Whatever they’re planning for me to do?”

“No,” Hermes says, “but now you might be able to survive it.”

“Will I want to?” she asks, and he doesn’t answer. She doesn’t expect him too.

~

She hides from everyone, lives in a cave at the edge of the city. The gods had called her the first woman, but that’s not true, she can see.

There are women. They smile and laugh have work roughened hands. She aches to join them, but she has the beauty of a goddess. They will know. If she joins them, they will know she is not of them, and it will set into motion whatever trap Zeus has planned.

She is not human, not in the same way, molded from clay by a god’s hands. But she is of humans, and not eager to bestow upon them the harm she’s destined to bring them. She bathes in streams where only nymphs reside, steals into the city in the cloak of night and pilfers from the baker’s trash.

“When they said they sent my brother a wife,” a low, amused voice says too close behind her one night, “I had not expected a begger.”

She whirls around, hard bread clenched tight in front of her, an incredibly inefficient shield. Her breath catches in her throat when she sees him, dark and tall and eyes like the night sky. He looks like Hermes. Like her. “Who are you?” she demands. They’re in an alley corner, and of her gifts flight is not among them. She’ll have to fight him to get away.

She’s not afraid of him. Maybe another mortal would be, cornered in the middle of the night by a man she doesn’t know. But she’s no normal mortal woman, and besides – he has something comforting about him, like the hearthfire attended by Hestia. Something warm.

“I am Prometheus,” says the man, and no wonder he reminds her of fire. “What do they call you?”

“You are meant to be in the deepest pits of Hades’s realm,” she snaps, and shifts her grip on the stale bread so that she can throw it at him. He’s the whole reason she’s here to begin with, him and his thievery.

He shrugs and walks closer to her, watching her like one would watch a wild animal. Good. Here, in this dark alley where no one would find a cooling body until morning, it is he that should be afraid. “Gods forget,” he says, “and Hades had grown cold in his place beneath the earth.”

She pauses, considers. “You stole fire for Hades?”

“No,” he corrects, “I stole fire for the people. But Hades benefited as well. Enough that he was willing to forget the terms of my punishment.”

“What do you want?” she asks for the second time. “Why are you here?”

He stops, too close to her, “The question is why are you here?”

She steps into his space now, following him as he backs away from her, “I am here because of you, fire-stealer, because gods may forget but they do not forgive, and I am the punishment they have unleashed upon the world.”

“What a punishment you are,” he says, looking at her lips, and she forgets to hate him only long enough to kiss him.

~

Hermes watches her, watches them. He doesn’t know Zeus’s plan, if this is part of it or not, but he watches her, and he worries. He thinks it is, he can see Aphrodite’s magic clinging to Pandora, but he doesn’t know why.

He would go to his mother, but she’s always difficult to find, Gaea preferring to live in streams and rivers rather than face the man she bore a son for. But his mother’s father, on the other hand, is always in the same place.

“Grandfather,” Hermes greets, touching lightly down onto the earth, “How are you?”

“How am I always, boy?” Atlas grunts out, legs and arms straining as he holds up the sky above the earth. “Tired.”

Hermes lips quirk up the corners. Some days, he thinks he’s more Atlas’s grandson than he’s Zeus’s son. “I need some advice, Grandfather.”

Atlas raises an eyebrow, “I’m listening.”

So Hermes tells him everything, from beginning to end, because he can’t figure out what his father’s plan is, but Atlas might. He’s known the man for longer, at least.

Atlas nods, slow, and says, “A bride of gods, a gifted child. I can think of only one reason to create such a child.” Hermes waits. Atlas sighs and says, “There is a jar, within Olympus, that becomes sealed when it leaves the realm of the gods. After that, only a being neither mortal nor celestial may open it.”

“What are they planning to put inside?” Hermes demands, heart spiking. What are they planning to unleash upon the unsuspecting earth?

His grandfather smirks, “It doesn’t matter. What matters is this – what are you going to put inside?”

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Seventeen Reaction to: You Always Waking Them Up With Kisses All Over Their Face

S.Coups: Immediately tries to convince you to go back to sleep. “Taking care of the others is so hard. Let’s lie in a little longer.” He’ll wrap you up in a blanket cocoon, arms and legs encasing you so you can’t move. Not that you want to. With his warm arms and thick legs, you find that he’s right. Maybe you should stay in bed a little longer. He does this every morning, thinking up new excuses to sleep a bit more.

Jeonghan: This particular morning, he was in the middle of some of the boys, who had watched a horror movie and crawled in with you both when they got scared. He beamed at the feeling of your kisses, as he always does, unwrapping his arms from Seokmin to lazily hug you.

“Good morning. Is it time to wake the kids already?”

Originally posted by ldks

Joshua: Smiles sweetly, lifting his head up to meet your lips in a chaste kiss. “Hi ~ Good morning. Did you sleep well?” Even though he’s groggy, his first thought is always you. Sometimes he returns the kisses but mostly he’s too tired, needing a few moments to wake up fully.

Originally posted by visual-17

Jun: ”Why did you wake me up?” Depending on how well he slept, he may be annoyed that you’re waking him up but finds that annoyance disappearing with each of your kisses. He crinkles his nose when you press a kiss to his eyebrow and smiles. “You’re so weird ~” he hums lovingly.

Originally posted by 00-05-18

Hoshi: He just wants to stay in bed a little longer. He’ll groan and bury his face in your neck or shoulder or maybe turn away from you altogether, making cute puppy noises. “Five more minutes … please.”

Originally posted by sebongies101

Wonwoo: Tries to play dead sometimes, just wanting to sleep. But eventually he can’t help but smile shyly. He sits up, fluffy hair pointed in all directions. “Do you want kisses in return? Is that why you woke me up?”

Originally posted by jeon-wwoo

Woozi: Always pretends to still be asleep, until you tell him you know he’s faking. Then he’ll laugh, eyes cracking open. “Ah, I’m not faking! I’d still be asleep if you hadn’t woken me up.” You’re the only one he’ll wake up for, and not kill. But that doesn’t mean he wants to get up. “Let’s stay together for a while longer,” he offers, trying to convince you to join him.

DK: Doesn’t want to wake up. Will turn over, trapping you in his arms and laugh. “Stop trying to wake me! I have no schedule today!” Once fully awake, however, he always thanks you for being his gentle alarm and retells horror stories of how some of the others have tried waking him up: “Hoshi stuck his finger up my nose once!”

Mingyu: Barely awake but still enough to notice that “You missed the most important spot.” He puckers his lips, swearing he won’t get out of bed until you kiss him properly. And he means it. Every morning, without fail, he needs his good morning kiss.

Originally posted by mingyiu

The8: Hates having to get up and has a snarky comment prepared. But when his eyes open and he sees your loving face, that anger fades. “Babe, why are you waking me up early? This is time for us to sleep in.” Can be grumpy but in general, that fades when he reminds himself that your kisses aren’t something to ever be annoyed about.

Originally posted by minghaeo

Seungkwan: Wakes up with a smile, giggling. “What’s with the kisses?” Will be shy but actually loves the affection and hates if you don’t wake him up like this every morning. He’ll return the gesture, pressing kisses to your face.

“This is embarrassing ~” he’ll say, planting a kiss to your nose.

Originally posted by seungkvvan

Vernon: Will blearily crack his eyes open and smile. “Morning,” he grumbles, in a sleepy morning voice. “Do you want to climb in?” Sleepily opens his arms, hoping to entice you and get more time in bed. If that doesn’t work then he will get up, since he knows you always wake him up for a reason.

Originally posted by mc-gyu

Dino: ”Jeonghan hyung, leave me alone!” Will initially think it’s one of the boys but when his eyes finally flutter open, a soft smile falls on his lips. “Ah, it’s you, jagi ~”

Originally posted by wonhomed

The Arrangement (Part 3)

Summary: Dean reflects on your first date, and makes plans. The second date goes a little better, though Dean finds out how good your acting skills really are.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,700

Warnings: language, angst, sexual implications/references (shocking, Dean’s mind is in the gutter)

A/N: Part 3! Hope you guys like it! (not my image, but this is was my Dean inspiration for this part)

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BTS Reacts To: Their S/O Being Insecure Over Korean Beauty Standards!

oh~ are requests open? if not please ignore this. i’d like to request bts reacting to their gf being insecure bc she’s a lil bit chubbier and doesn’t fit to asian beauty standards/thinks they’d be better with someone else? thank you for running this blog!!

Awe, girl I’m sure you’re amazing! Hope you like this request!


Jin:

  • Wouldn’t give two shits if you didn’t fit their beauty standards.
  • He truly loves you for you and wouldn’t ask you to change.
  •  Would find ways to constantly remind you that he only loves you. 

Originally posted by bangtan


Suga:

  • Would be the type to point out every little thing that he loves about you every morning. 
  • The type to get a lil upset if you think you aren’t good enough for him.
  •  You best believe he’d start showering you with compliments if you even whisper a negative comment. 

Originally posted by minsecretsoul


Hoseok / J-Hope:

  • Would get a little pouty that you don’t see how pretty you are. 
  • The type to also shower you with compliments to help boost your morale. 
  • Would remind you everyday that you’re all he needs. 

Originally posted by chimneytaels

Namjoon:

  • Be prepared for him to drop quotes from all types of literature. 
  • From Shakespeare’s sonnets to Catullus, he would recite every single line until you realized how special you were to him.
  •  Would do anything to make you feel beautiful.

Originally posted by namjoonsgurl

Jimin:

  • He’d get all mushy on you in seconds.
  •  The amount of compliments he’d give you would be endless.
  •  Oh, and those beauty standards you’re worried about? Thrown out the fucking window.

Originally posted by bwipsul


V / Taehyung:

  • He’d be so goofy about it, and would find it strange that you don’t see your worth.
  •  So be prepared for him to be over the top with his compliments!!
  •  Would be so damn extra until you understand that he loves every fiber in your being. 

Originally posted by mvssmedia


Jungkook: 

  • Would use any means necessary to make you understand why you mean so much to him.
  •  From a simple compliment to a special day of just taking care of yourself.
  •  He wouldn’t care about beauty standards. 
  • He only wants you and those standards don’t mean anything!

Originally posted by jeonify


~ Admin Ryn

Waking up in the mornings

Oikawa

  • Up by 4 AM every day to do his hair and go on a jog
  • “An athlete can only be good as his diet lets him be!”
  • No, seriously, he eats almost enough food for the entire Miyagi prefecture every single morning and it’s the most disgusting thing anyone’s ever seen
  • Fuck him, he’s a morning person

Iwaizumi

  • Grumbles as he forces himself out of bed at 5 to go jogging with Oikawa with sheer willpower
  • Likes to spend his breakfast sipping coffee and reading whatever catches his interest
  • His favorite breakfast meal includes a bowl of rice, two fried eggs, and fish
  • Not a morning person, but 8:30 to him is the regular person’s 10:30 so it’s chill

Hanamaki

  • Is an absolute force of bitter death and destruction until he gets a cup of coffee into him
  • Once at the Seijoh Sleepover™, Oikawa hid Makki’s coffee grounds and was consequentially forced onto the ground in a strangle hold until they were given back to him
  • He can function as a human being and deal with people’s (Oikawa’s) shit much better after a cup of coffee as black as his soul
  • Favorite breakfast meal includes toast with sides of butter and jam, boiled eggs, and juice

Matsukawa

  • Wakes up almost-late every day
  • Laziest motherfucker on this planet #2
  • Would eat a piece of paper for breakfast and not care in the least
  • His tongue is as dead as Squidward’s hopes and dreams
  • Coffee doesn’t really affect him so he has to suffer through the drowsiness on his own, rip

Yahaba

  • Is the most adorable thing ever waking up
  • Makes tiny yawning and grumbling noises for the first 15-20 minutes of consciousness and is extremely embarrassed that everyone says its the cutest thing in the world
  • Has and will fight you for all the meat on the table during breakfast
  • @ the Seijoh Sleepover™, he stared at Matsun with such intensity that he handed over the last octopus sausage over without argument

Kyotani

  • Will punch you if you try to talk to him when he wakes up
  • Glares at people like they murdered his entire family
  • Yahaba’s cutesy act leaves him speechless and red in the face
  • Really fucking loves rice
  • Usually eats convenience store crap for breakfast so he get’s really excited when there’s actual rice and shit

Watari

  • “He’s probably a monster when he wakes up”
  • “There’s no way someone can be so happy all the time, after all”
  • Rises with a smile so bright it’s like Jesus blessed his teeth
  • Wakes up and greets the day with a warm “Good morning! Wow, I slept so great last night!”
  • #ActualChildofGoodness2k16
  • Will eat anything and everything and comment on how delicious it is, and then offer to do the dishes
  • Hanamaki once threatened to slap him for being too happy

Kindaichi

  • Goes to sleep at a responsible time
  • Wakes up blinking and lethargic for three minutes
  • Afterwards is completely normal
  • Loves greasy food in the morning

Kunimi

  • Laziest motherfucker on this planet #1
  • Didn’t go to sleep last night until 5 AM
  • Favorite breakfast items include poptarts, commercial cereal, extra sugary coffee, and a jar of melted salt caramel, i.e. enough sugar to kill a medium sized water buffalo
  • Is a literal zombie until he gets to school, falls asleep through his first three classes, and then starts functioning normally around lunch time
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In which Hoseok is ready to help you, but you can’t seem to stop running away from him.

Originally posted by hobismole


pairing: hoseok x reader
genre: sports au with volleyball player!hoseok
warning: rated M for my sanity slowly slipped down the drain along with some other bodily fluids.
word count: 5,933
notes: this fic wouldn’t have seen the light of the day without
@ohsuga !!! so thank you for supporting me all the way through pidge !!!


Sweat drips down your face, crashing onto the pavement as you focus on the constant sound of your worn out sneakers breaking the silence looming around the track. The sun is slowly peeking over the horizon, soft rays painting the morning sky with vibrant hues of orange and red. Your hair is dripping with sweat that has coated your frame, clothes clinging even tighter to your flushed skin.

“She can’t play anymore… The future is uncertain… Not good enough…”

The recollection of scenes plays vividly in the forefront of your mind, and you shake your head as if you can somehow will away the painful memories the mornings eerie quietness helped surface. Not even the mild breeze or the soothing scent of the magnolia trees are enough to scare off the ghosts of your past, but time and patience helped you find a new distraction: running.

Inhaling shakily, you quicken your pace until you’re sprinting down the track, as if to run from your own thoughts. It takes but only a moment for your lungs to burn and thighs to shake from the exertion. You can taste, hear, feel the rush of adrenaline pumping through your veins. Two more laps to go, you urge yourself, two more and–

“If it isn’t my favorite early bird!”

A familiar voice echoes through the field and your concentration falters. As your head swings around in search of the owner of the voice, you sense your legs giving out to exhaustion, limbs crashing down from the adrenaline high.

Your palms and knees burn hotly as you skid along the hard gravel stone of the track, the pressure in your palms enough to balance the rest of your body. Hissing in pain, you take a deep breath as a series of profanities fill the crispy air. You clench your fingers into fists in an attempt to reign in your emotions, but your lashes are brimming with unshed tears; you hastily wipe at your eyes, the mixture of grime, blood and sweat across your cheeks making the effort pointless.

“Y/N, fuck… I–” The male voice gasps, sounding way closer. From the corner of your eye, you can see him bending at the waist, panting like a dog. There is a beat of awkward silence as he catches his breath. “I didn’t mean to startle you, I… Oh, oh fuck,” he sputters, “you’re bleeding! Let me take you to the infirm–”

“I’m fine,” you deadpan, dragging the back of your hand across your wet forehead, not bothering with the rest of your face. Your mind conjures all the ways the coach is going to punish you for being so careless, and you bite back a groan, already dreading the countless push ups, squats and six a.m jogs around the campus. Exhaling one more time, you throw your assumptions aside, pushing yourself up before biting your bottom lip to suppress a cry from the pain that shoots up your left leg. “I’ll… I’ll walk myself…”

Your legs shake unsteadily and your body staggers forward as black dots swim in front of you. As the corners of your vision dwindles into a messy blur of colors, you hear a distressed shout of your name as strong arms grasp your waist.

“Ahh, stubborn as always…” The person murmurs from above you, a hot breath of air fanning your reddened cheeks as he adjusts your weight under his arms. “You should be more careful, y’know?”

With little strength left, you turn your head against his collarbone and look up at him with a pained grin. “Well, it’s all your fault, Jung.”

His booming laugh is the last thing you register as your eyes roll back, the world around you swimming into unconscious darkness.

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Sharpie Promises

Originally posted by escaped-ocelot

Raphael x Reader

Sharpie Promises

Note: I don’t know if I’ll publish this or not, but basically, I’m a ho for TMNT and soulmate AUs and I’ve never seen a TMNT Soulmate AU, so here you go. It’s the 2k14/2k16 turtles btw. Idk. I might do more of these if you guys like it.

Raphael wasn’t human. He had struggled with this, but had eventually come to terms with the fact. He didn’t have a soulmate and he wouldn’t ever find love. Not in a world full of humans. He tried to be all right with it. Keyword: tried.

It wasn’t until he was working out one day that he felt something cold and wet travelling across his left forearm. Just as quickly as it had started, it stopped. He removed his three-fingered hands from the weight he had been lifting and sat up to examine it.

Hi.

Messy black letters written in Sharpie. His green eyes narrowed. What was this? He had never felt or seen anything like this. But there it was, plain as day on his arm. He stared at it, afraid that the words would disappear, but no. They stayed right where they were. And then soon after, more appeared from nowhere, as though a ghost was writing on his arm with an invisible marker.

So, it’s like three in the morning here and I don’t know if I’m doing this right, but um, hi.

A long pause. Raph stared in amazement, too shocked to say anything.

You’re probably asleep, aren’t you? Dammit. Well, um…bye, I guess.

He had never run so fast in his life.

“Woah, woah, watch it!” Donnie raised his arms as Raph pushed his chair away from his station and grabbed a Sharpie, pulling off the cap between his teeth and scrawling in the empty space on his arm.

Wait.

***

Your heart raced as a response finally appeared.

Wait.

Big, messy letters that you could tell had been written in a rush.

I’m here. Who are you? What’s happening?

You stared at the letters, the handwriting. Your stomach dropped, the nerves kicking in. This was it. This was your soulmate. You had no idea how this worked. No one did, but it worked, and that was all that mattered. A magical pen-pal from far away, probably. Why anyone would be up at this ungodly hour besides you was beyond you. But now you had to reply. You turned over your arm to write back.

I’m (Y/N). Your soulmate, I think. I don’t know…this is what everyone else does, but I’ve always been too shy to try.

***

Soulmate.

Raph’s heart skipped a beat when the word was written on his arm. Soulmate. He had a soulmate. He actually had…Oh my God.

“Raph, are you crying?” Mikey asked, looking up at his older brother, whose eyes certainly looked a little misty.

“N-no. I just got dirt in my eye. Go away.” He sniffled and smiled.

“Whatcha doin’?” the youngest turtle looked over Raph’s shoulder and scanned a few words before he raised his arm far above Mikey’s head, but he had already seen it. Soulmate. “You…you have a soulmate?”

“I guess so.” Raph shrugged. By now, Donnie and Leo were paying attention to what was happening.

“You have a what?” Donnie’s head snapped around. He pulled down Raph’s arm to examine it. But there it was, plain as day. What the internet described as a ‘soulmate exchange’. “I didn’t think it was scientifically possible for you…for us to have…”

“Are you serious?” Leo came over to look.

“What do I look like? A freakin’ museum?” Raph snapped. “Now go away. I gotta write ‘er back.” The others gave him some space as he walked over to the couch and sat down, the tip of the Sharpie hovering over his green arm.

Soulmate, huh? Did think I had one of those. Name’s Raphael. Nice to meet ya.

***

What are you, a renaissance artist? Lol JK

Something like that.

So where are you from, Mr. Renaissance Artist?

New York, New York.

Seattle, Washington. Well, this might be a little complicated, huh?

Something like that…

***

You wrote to Raphael until the sun came up and then you crashed. You had thought it was a dream until you saw the words written there the next morning. You had a soulmate. His name was Raphael. He was from New York.

But at least he existed. It could be a lot worse.

It wasn’t until about noon, three o’clock there, that you wrote to him again, after having wiped your arm off to give you more room to write.

Good morning.

You wake up at noon?

Only when I’m up until sunrise talking to my soulmate.

Fair enough.

So how’s your day been?

Overwhelming.

Fair enough.

***

Leo, Donnie, and Mikey were all bunched behind Raphael to watch.

“Go away!”

“Dude, we just wanna watch.” Mikey whined.

“Go! Away!”

“All right, sheesh,” Donnie walked back to his lab, and Leo and Mikey reluctantly walked away.

So…

He wrote.

What’cha wanna talk about?

I don’t know.

What’s it like in Seattle?

Rainy. What’s it like in New York?

Noisy. He replied, a smirk spreading across his scarred lips. How old are you?

Seventeen.

Same.

Nice. How tall are you?

Like 6’5”-ish.

Holy shit! You’re gonna have to bend down to kiss me.

Kiss you. He was going to kiss you. Eventually. A new concept. Butterflies spread through his stomach, but he tried to play it off.

You a shorty?

Compared to you, yeah. Always had a thing, for tall guys, though. No worries. ;)

He smiled.

Got any hobbies? You asked.

Ninjitsu, bein’ a giant mutant turtle, etc…

Uh, I knit sometimes. And I work out. A lot.

Mr. Muscles the Knitting Renaissance Artist. You keep getting better and better.

So what do you do for fun, Shorty in Seattle?

Oh you know, read, write, spend ungodly amounts of time on the internet.

Sounds fun.

It is. So, anyways, I’ve been looking into New York travel recently (and by recently I mean right now immediately) for reasons, you know. Anyway, what area of New York should I travel to in…ten months when I go to college (that I’ve just applied to) there?

***

After a long day of talking to you and patrolling and trying to work out, Raph was exhausted. He laid in his top bunk, reading your ramble with a smile.

After replying, he knew it was time to go to sleep.

I’m wiped. I gotta sleep.

Oh, okay. Goodnight Raph.

Night, (nickname).

I love you.

His heart skipped a beat.

I love you too.

I can’t wait to meet you.

Already countin’ down the days, babe.

Me too.

***

Weeks later, you got an idea.

So, theoretically, if I were to Skype you, would you pick up?

I don’t have a Skype.

I want to hear your voice.

I can call you, if you want. I just don’t do video chats?

Why?

Because I’m a giant freaking mutant turtle and I don’t want my soulmate to hate and/or be afraid of me.

I want to see you for the first time in person.

All right then. Here’s my number.

You waited in bated breath for your phone to ring, and then suddenly it did. Your thumb hovered above the accept button. You felt like your whole body was trembling.

“Hey there.” You could hear the shaking in your voice. He chuckled, and already you loved the sound of his laugh.

“Hey yourself,”

“Oh my God, I love your voice.” You gushed.

“I love yours too, shorty.”

“Aaaaah! Your accent is so hot!”

“Heh, yeah.” He smiled.

“Ooh, are you talking to (Y/N)?” Mikey asked. “Can I say hi?”

“No, you can’t. Shoo.”

“Who’s that?” You asked.

“My little brother.” Mikey tried to reach up and grab Raph’s phone, but he squirmed away from him. “Mikey, go away!”

“But-!”

“Go away!”

“I wanna say hi to your girlfriend!!”

“Mikey, leave Raph alone.” Leo smirked from across the lair. The youngest brother left, deflated.

“Sorry ‘bout that. Where were we?”

“I was gushing over your very attractive voice, Mr. Muscles.”

“Ah. Right.” He tried not to blush and failed miserably. A slow smirk snuck across his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too!”

***

“Did you get it yet?” Raph called you a few months before you were supposed to arrive. As the day approached, he got more and more anxious. You would be here in New York and he wouldn’t be able to skirt around the truth anymore. He was a giant turtle and you were a human girl. It wasn’t going to work out.

But nonetheless, he had sent you something. Something to remember him by if it didn’t work out, he supposed.

“It came in today! I haven’t opened it yet, though. I’m going to right now. Give me a sec, I’m gonna put you on speaker.”

“All right.” Raph listened as you set down your phone and put him on speaker. Then came the noise of you cutting the tape and opening the small cardboard box and sifting through the tissue paper.

“Oh my gosh! It’s amazing! I love it! You really made this?”

“I did.” He smirked. You held up the perfect little pendant. A polished wooden turtle that Raphael had carved himself. It hung from a simple twine string. You put it on immediately, tying the necklace around your neck. You let your fingers run over all of the intricate little grooves.

“I’m never taking it off, I hope you know that.”

“I’m flattered.” He chuckled. “I can’t wait to see how it looks on ya.”

“I can’t wait to see you.”

A nervous little laugh.

“Yeah. Pretty soon, now.”

“It couldn’t come soon enough.” You smiled warmly. “It’s late. I’m gonna get some sleep. Exams tomorrow and then I’m out of school for the summer. And then, only two months until I get to see you.”

“Well, you rest up, shorty. Get good grades. I don’t want ya to fail.”

“Good night. I love you.”

“I love ya too. Night.”

When he hung up, he stared at the ceiling. God, what was he gonna do?

***

You were full of jitters when you landed in New York two short months later. The time had crawled by so slow, but you passed the time. And now you were here, the center of the modern world.

“I’m here! I just landed! When do you want to meet up?”

“Um, how about you get settled? Go to your apartment or whatever. I’ll come over tonight.”

“Okay.” Your heart raced. “Okay. I’ll see you then. I’ll uh, get you the address once I find it.”

“Sounds like a plan. Stay safe. I’ll see ya tonight.”

“See you.” When you hung up, Raph started to pace through the lair.

“I’m going to see her tonight. Oh my God. She’s gonna find out I’m a giant turtle and she’s gonna hate me.”

“Statistically, after ten months of-”

“No more science bulllshit, Don! I’m a freak! She’s gonna run screamin’ and I’ll never see her again!”

“It’ll be fine, Raph. You’re over reacting. As usual.” Leo’s tone was cool, annoyed. “She loves you. We’d have to be blind not to see that.”

“I guess we’ll find out tonight, huh?” He slumped onto the couch, a deep dread setting in. Tonight was not going to be pretty. He knew it.

***

After you had unpacked and met your roommate, a very nice woman named April who had been searching for a roommate for some time now, you called Raph and gave him an address. He asked about how things were and so you told him about your roommate. He chuckled. Well, that might make things a little easier. He told you he wasn’t far and he would be over in a few.

“Who’s that?” April asked after you hung up.

“My soulmate. He’s the reason I moved here, actually. He’s coming here if that’s okay.”

“More than fine with me.” She smiled. “What’s his name?”

“Raphael.” You told her. Her face lit up in surprise. Now the turtle necklace she had complimented you on when you walked in made a whole lot of sense. She doubted that you knew why though.

So this was the (Y/N) he had talked about. His soulmate. Shorty from Seattle.

“Nice name.”

“I know, right?” Your phone buzzed. “Oh my God, it’s him.”

“Hey babe, come outside.” You stood there in confusion for a second. “Fire escape.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll be down in a sec.” You nodded, tucking the phone away. Your heart raced as you climbed out the window and down the metal fire escape to the alley below. There, in the shadows stood a very tall, very large silhouette.

“Hey there.” It was him. His voice. In person. “I uh, I need ya to promise me something, gorgeous.”

“What?”

“Just…p-promise you won’t scream.”

“Why would I-?”

“Promise.”

“I promise.” You stated certainly.

“I, uh, I ain’t exactly…normal.”

“I love you, Raph.”

“You won’t when you see me.” His voice was quiet as all of his insecurities came to the surface.

“Raphael,” You reached out for him, hand forward for a long few moments until his three-fingered green one met it, pressing against it like Tarzan and Jane. Something familiar and something foreign. You gasped quietly, but when he moved to pull away, you gripped one of his large fingers. “Please.”

He let out a long sigh, considering bolting then and there, but he gave in and took a few slow, heavy steps out of the dark to where you could see him. Your soulmate was a giant mutant turtle. He waited for the sting of rejection, for the tears of disappointment streaming down your cheeks, but they never came. Instead, you pulled his muscular arms around yourself, clinging to him as though this was your last chance. He held you tight against his plastron, his knees giving out in the wave of relief that washed over him. Raph buried his face in the crook of your neck, and you felt hot tears against your skin.

Thank you.” A broken whisper from his scarred lips. “Thank you.”

“I love you.” You kissed his cheek and then his forehead, and you lifted his face to look at the green face under the tattered red bandana.

“All ‘uh this don’t bug you?” He asked, tear-filled green eyes searching yours. “You don’t care that I’m a freak?”

“You’re not a freak, Raphael.” The feeling of your soft skin against his face drove him up the wall in the best possible way. “Not to me.”

“Are ya just sayin’ that because I’m your soulmate?”

“I mean it.” You locked eyes with him and he felt as though you were staring into his soul. His smile was the most gorgeous thing you had ever seen. Curiosity sparked behind your eyes as you examined every inch of him, taking him in. “What are you?”

There wasn’t hatred or fear in your voice, only awe.

“I’m a mutant. A turtle. Hence the uh-” he motioned to the necklace around your neck. “That.”

“I love turtles,” You whispered as you kissed his snout. You were so close. So close he could just about…

You closed the gap between you, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He didn’t know how to respond, but followed his instincts and tried his hardest to kiss you back. His large hands held your hips and your small hands framed his jaw before moving to his shoulders, fingers gently searching the terrain of his shell.

When you finally pulled away from him, you looked at him for a long time.

“Hey do you wanna come up for pizza?” April called down from the apartment window.

“Yeah, sure April. Are the guys coming?”

“Just got off the phone with Leo. They’re on their way.”

“Wait, you two know eachother?” You asked. Raph smiled and shrugged, finally getting to his feet and taking you with him. God, he was so tall.

“We go way back.” April smiled. “I named him.”

“What?”

“Long story. Come on, shorty.” He picked you up off of the ground as if you weighed nothing and carried you on his hip, your feet dangling a foot in the air. “’Bout time you met my brothers, huh?”

***

After you had met his brothers and enjoyed some celebratory pizza, the six of you had settled down to watch a movie. At the moment, Raph was spread out on the couch with you laying on top of him and a cozy red blanket draped over both of you. He nuzzled into your neck as your hands traced gentle circles on his plastron.

“I love you, Raphael.” You kissed his jaw. He hummed contentedly.

“I love you too, soulmate.” The word had never sounded so right.

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anonymous asked:

Would you be able to an imagine where Alex and the reader were partnered together for a project but they both forgot to do it so they have to pull an all nighter at one of their houses but they're too busy trying to impress each other with cheesy pick up lines so their project ends up a lot more rushed and awful than it could be? Your blog is one of my favourites by the way ❤

Great idea anon! Honestly send me more Alex I need me some more inspiration for my Joy Division nerd ~

969 words, Alex Standall/fem!reader

Your phone vibrated next to you with an incoming call, it was Alex Standall, the boy you had been partnered with for your geography project.

Wait.

Your geography project! 

Rapidly smacking the ‘accept’ button with your thumb you flung your phone up to your ear, and the two of you instantly started shouting about how you were so sorry that you’d forgotten, and how you had to get it done tonight to get it in for tomorrow (the last possible turn in date). 

You gave him your address and got out a few arts and crafts supplies from your ‘artistic’ days of your childhood. You had to make a poster describing something to do with coastlines, something that neither of you had the first clue about. 

You’d just about set up the cardboard and felt pens which had probably dried up in the past eleven years when a knock came from your door, yelling to your parents that it was for you. 

“I’m sorry that you have to have me in your house at ten to ten at night but this has gotta be done.” 

“It’s no problem really, and no shit it’s gotta get done!” 

The pair of you half assed coastal erosion research for the first few minutes, taking short handed notes. 

“Ever realise that erosion kinda rhymes with erection?” you blurt out, already exhausted from all the panicking and rushing around to pull your shit together. Alex snorted and smirked over at you on your bed from your desk chair.

“You give me coastal erections.”

“Colossal erections, babe, you just missed a trick.” it felt weird joking about erections and being a little flirty with someone you hadn’t spoken to, outside of your constant complaints about the lesson in geography. It was quiet for a minute, Alex trying to be serious and carry on his research before bursting out into a fit of laughter. 

“It’s not even that much past ten and I’m already going crazy.” 

“I can’t wait for your craziness peak, then,” everything you said came out tinged with that tone of voice you use when flirting clumsily. 

Time passed again, Alex shouting out facts about colossal erections coastal erosions for you to write down in your most presentable handwriting, complete with pictures.

“Holy fuck, we’ve only just done the first stage? You nearly cried, taking a look at what you’d already done. 

“Hey, we’re being detailed, and we’ve got all night.” 

“Yeah but I don’t wanna go all night.”

“Said no one to anyone, ever.” Alex smirked at you rolling your eyes at yet another discreet innuendo. A few more crude sex jokes later (now how in holy hell have you managed to make a geography project so sexual, Standall?) he moved onto pick up lines, you following his lead, both of you daring each other to get cheesier with them.

“Are you a magician, because when I look at you, everyone else disappears!”

“Ohh, that’s weak, y/l/n - do you have a bandaid? I scraped my knee falling for you.” you made gagging noises, pretending to stick your fingers down your throat. 

“My god, Alex I had no idea the extent of terrible pick up lines.” 

“I’ve got some pretty nasty ones.”

“I bet I can top all of your shitty pick up lines.” 

“Bite me.” he’d scooted off your desk chair and onto the bed where you’d been since you’d started; however the project was on the floor, only two out of god knows how many stages of erosion completed. 

“Hey Standall, does your left eye hurt? ‘Cause you’ve been looking right all day.” he actually laughed at that one exclaiming:

“You’re terrible, y/n,”

“You bet.”

“You’re sixty-five percent water, and I’m thirsty.” You threw your head back and laughed over dramatically. 

“Okay, enough, enough, you’re disgusting.” Alex’s face turned serious, making you do the same. “Ah god, sorry, do you wanna keep going with the project, or?” you trailed off, watching Alex watch your lips move. 

He snapped out of whatever daze he was in, shaking his head lightly. “Sure thing, I’ll get back to the research.” You were a bit upset that you had to actually pull an all nighter doing geography, instead of flirting with the hot new friend you’d just made.

He spun out some more facts to you, going quicker than ever once you both realised it was nearly four am and you needed to sleep at some point. The A3 poster found its home on your bedroom floor yet again to make room for a very tired Alex next to you. It was scruffy and lacked a lot of information, but it was good enough near to done so you both accepted it. 

Flirting with each other seemed a better use of six hours anyway.

You got up and ready with each other that morning, firing even more pick up lines at each other, and even more on the walk to school. You went to part ways in the hall to get to your lockers until you mentioned one pick up line you’d both over looked.

“Y’know what this shirt is made of? Girlfriend material.” 

“I’d like to take more than your word for that one, y/n. Wanna get a coffee or something? I used to be a regular at Monet’s, so I can get us some free stuff.” he mentioned with a wink, not waiting for you to fully respond, only taking your first uttering of the word ‘yes’ as his answer. “Cool, see you tomorrow? It’ll be cool to hang out, sans the homework right?” 

“Right, totally.” he gave a little wave before turning away, making his way to his locker. 

You were exhausted, naturally, but you were pretty sure that you’d just gotten a date from a few cheesy pick up lines. 

The Morning After

Hello lovelies! I am here to grace your dashboard with some smutty goodness! Here is the request 99% of you voted that you wanted to read first. Hope you enjoy :-)

           The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon, signaling the start of the day, but I had been up for almost an hour. I was always and early riser, very rarely sleeping past eight o'clock. Even though it had been late when I fell asleep the night before, I felt rested and content. Zoe was still sleeping, lying on her side facing me. I gently ran my fingers through her hair and down her back, watching her shoulders rise slightly with each steady breath she took. I took my time, memorizing every inch of her beautiful face in the gray, early morning light.

           Last night had been… unbelievable. She had been mine and I had been hers emotionally for over a year, but we were now each other’s physically as well. It had been one of the most terrifying, exciting, and beautiful moments of my life. Connecting with her that way made me feel powerful and made me fall in love with her even more, if that was possible. It was as if we were two puzzle pieces, fitting together perfectly.

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☁︎ | jungkook x reader / you’re on your period and he has no idea what he’s doing.

Jungkook is in a crisis. Note, this isn’t his first time, but the poor boy spirals into a cesspit of panic every single time. It’s not you who sends him to the grocery store this time round, he makes the trip himself – this early in the morning and one side of his hair still uncombed (which he doesn’t notice until he catches a glimpse of his reflection in the security mirror). 

He calls both Jimin and Taehyung at some point, but their advice offers no real help to him at all, telling him the same thing –

“Um, give her a kiss? A hug? Girls like that, don’t they?” They just don’t understand. Last month when he tried to hug you he got the fright of his life when you snapped at him not to touch you before shutting yourself in the bathroom (later on, however, you told him that you hadn’t showered properly in three days. Though Jungkook didn’t understand how that was good enough reason for him not to hug you).

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fic: No Strings

title: no strings.

genre: smut/humour

word count: 3000

description: Phil really misses sex and it turns out that Dan really misses sex, too. So…they just decide to have sex together. No strings. FWB minus the usual dramatic storyline that follows. Hilarity and #bants ensues.

“Just sex?” Phil repeats, “No strings?”

“Yes,” Dan nods, “that’s generally what no strings means,”

“Literally just sex?”

“Fucking hell. Look, Phil, I can spell it out for you or you can put your dick in my ass - it’s totally your choice. Have sex and be satisfied or wank alone to a Muse song again. What’s it gonna be?”

a/n: this is obviously smut but it’s actually funny too i promise, and it’s not like super graphic smut where you’ll cringe or whatever it’s…well, you’ll see. just read it and trust me.

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EXO as your boyfriend: Chanyeol edition

Originally posted by a-bacon-and-a-happy-virus

- Will sing to you (and with you, once you become more comfortable) ALL the time. He would have written songs inspired by you long before he asked you out, and he’ll probably sing one of them to you the night he does ask you to be his girlfriend (how could you possibly say no after that??)

- Will learn to french braid your hair and will do it for you because he knows you have trouble doing it yourself (and it doesn’t kill you to have his fingers in your hair)

- Will go on pad/tampon runs for you and buy too many products because he wants to make sure you have what you need, including chocolate and pain killers and little stuffed animals that he finds adorable, just like you. He’ll also learn your cycle, to your surprise, and will take care to be extra sweet to you when its Blood Time

- Dominant as fuck, but also incredibly receptive to your needs. Will probably be very gentle with you the first time until you ask for more

- Loves talking about his future with you, the kind of house you’re gonna have, all the dogs you’re gonna adopt, your kids’ names, how he’s gonna teach them to sing and play instruments and hopes the two of you have enough children to start a family band/choir

- Has saved every single text conversation the two of you have had because even just a good morning text from you is sentimental to him

- Will be very nervous to meet your parents for the first time, especially since he’s an idol. However, his politeness, his intrinsic goodness and visible adoration of you will win over your parents and soon you’ll find them treating him like their own son

- The first time you both fight will end with one of you stalking out of the house while the other just stands there in shock and hurt. It would have been an inconsequential disagreement that somehow escalated, and you both regret it immediately. He won’t text you for a few days and you don’t text him, but at 2 AM a few nights later, he’ll show up at your door and after pausing for only a moment to take in the sight of you, he’ll sweep you into a crushing hug, one hand knotted in your hair and the other holding you against him so tightly, you feel his heartbeat through your clothes

- It’ll take him a while to say “I love you” because a) he doesn’t want to scare you off, and b) he doesn’t take relationships lightly - but once he says it, he’ll say it all the time: while you’re both in the kitchen, him tending to the meat while you chop the vegetables. While he’s singing in the shower, throwing it in randomly between EXO lyrics. When you’re fast asleep, curled against his chest and he’s looking down at you with the most tender expression.

- He’ll get jealous easily but he won’t act on it because he knows he’s your one and only…although maybe he might be a little more possessive in bed. Just in case.

- Final rating: 10/10 would recommend dating Park Chanyeol


Hello kiddos ~ I wanted to try something different, so here’s an imagine featuring the puppy-man himself. And before you all come at me, I AM AWARE this has been done before and will most likely overlap with other people’s. Let me live (out my fantasies please I am a mess bye)

This Entire Time

 summary- The Winchester’s took you in when your mother was killed by a Demon, during a hunt, Crowley accidentally lets slip about who your real father is.

Warnings- Angst, Swearing.

A/N- I’m not sure about the way this turned out, I kinda feel like it was rushed but I haven’t posted a fic yet this week aha<3

\REQUESTS ARE CLOSED//


You stared at the small British man in front of you with your eyes furrowed in confusion, “I’m sorry.. What?” You asked, shaking slightly. You looked at Sam and Dean, “what’s he talking about?” You asked them, Crowley narrowed his eyes Sam and Dean, “she doesn’t know, does she?” He asked, but the lack of eye contact he was getting from the boys answered that question.

“What don’t I know? Sam, what the hell is he talking about?” You spat, glaring at him, he sighed and ran a hand over his face.

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anonymous asked:

can you do more hs au? like maybe them telling each other how they feel/ the first day of school with them as a couple?

(previous post)

here’s the fun thing, after what me and sam call The Scene and The Morning After (see link above), we pretty much fade out on how we wanted this to go down. everything is scattered bullshittery and future plans.

tl;dr: them as a couple is barely any different with them as tutor-student.

too long wanna read anyway:

  • neil and andrew begin getting more and more affectionate, which is hard to say for a third- and second-year student. andrew has a completely different schedule, and so does neil, but both of them know it even though they never meet up during class hours
      • OF COURSE THEY DO
  • on monday, the school announces prom on friday. on tuesday, everyone starts making a huge deal about it. by wednesday, everyone is almost panicking. 
  • in all these days, the GSA has 0 fucks given. mostly because almost all of the people in the GSA already have appointed dates. except maybe for kevin, neil, and andrew.
    • guys, i don’t think kevin wants a date anyway. or to go to prom.
  • on all four days before prom, our boys don’t really care. actually, their close friends (and brothers) begin getting a bit suspicious. i mean, who wouldn’t be?
    • neil pops up around andrew’s locker to say good morning, though they’ve never bothered with each other before 
    • andrew stands around at the soccer team’s table and waits until neil pops up so that they can share andrew’s empty table at the back, reserved for aaron, renee, and, occasionally, katelyn and kevin.
      • they walk almost almost elbow to elbow, neil knocking the back of his hand against the back of andrew’s in greeting. neil is smiling enough for the both of them.
    • andrew grabs neil’s bag from the locker rooms while neil is at practice and waits around for neil by the bleachers (vaguely illustrated in this post)

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EXO Reaction: Waking Up After a Wild Night Out.

I’m sorry it’s taking me SO long to get to ya’lls requests! Work is hardcore kicking my ass so I’m trying to knock these out this week! I hope you like, Anon <3

[Note: I don’t own any of these GIFs unless I state otherwise.]

Xiumin / Minseok: 

Originally posted by overnightprincess

At first he would be in a state of shock, mostly out of love and respect for you he would HOPE that you two didn’t do anything that you would regret. So when he peaks under the covers to see you both still fully dressed he would let out a sigh of relief. After all, you’re his best friend and if anything more were going to happen he would want it to be something he had planned.
Feeling relieved, he’d reach over to boop you on nose and as you slowly open your sleepy eyes you’d see him grinning over at you.

Xiumin:”Good morning there, Princess.”

Suho / Junmyeon:

Originally posted by daenso

This boy has a very maternal nature so, like Xiumin, he would really hope that the two of you weren’t dumb enough to do anything that you could later regret. At the same time he would be incredibly grateful for the opportunity to stare at your sleeping face, noting how peaceful and sweet you look.
He’d reach over to pull the covers farther up over you both and just lie there watching you until he fell back asleep next to you.

Lay / Yixing:

Originally posted by lobbu-lobbu

In all honesty it’s more than likely that you woke up before he did. Unable to really remember much of the night previous you’d reach your hand out to shake him awake and stop midway, noticing that you weren’t wearing the same clothes you remembered having on. Rather, you’re now wearing shorts and t-shirt that you’re pretty sure belong to Yixing. Grinning to yourself you’d sit up in bed and lean down to lay a kiss on his sleeping forehead which would then wake him up.

You: “Uhh Xing? Any reason I’m wearing your clothes?”


Yixing: “I just wanted you to be comfy while you slept…” 

*all the blushes*


Baekhyun:

Originally posted by glorious-soobooty

Something more than likely happened between the two of you. Maybe you didn’t go THAT far, but his shirt on the floor and your hair in tangles suggests that something definitely happened last night. He’d wake up to see your sleeping face very close to his and he’d grin to himself, probably having been waiting for this moment as now was as good a time as ever to confess that he sees you as something more than a friend. He’d more than likely let you sleep but at the same time he’s NOT the type of person to sit for long periods of time so you’d be woken up by his (GLORIOUS) hands trying to pull the knots apart in your hair.

You: “OW! Baek….what are you doing? Stop yanking my…ow!

Baekhyun: “I’m sorry but….MY HANDS STUCK, JUST STOP MOVING YOU’RE MAKING IT WORSE.”

*somehow removes his hand before you can start swinging*



Chen / Jongdae:

Originally posted by rxxbinc

I feel like, being best friends with Jongdae, sleeping in a bed together would just be a routine part of your friendship. The two of you would trust each other enough to feel completely at ease with this sort of closeness.
Him sleeping next to you shirtless would be so normal that he wouldn’t think twice about what may or may not have happened the night previous. So the second he woke from sleep, before his eyes were even open, he would simply reach out to drape an arm over you and leave a kiss on the back of your head before falling back asleep.

You: *mumbling and shifting in your sleep* 

Chen: “Hmm…go back to sleep, love.”
*nuzzles his face into your hair and pulls you tighter against him*

You: “Dae…I can’t….breathe..”

Chen: “Shhh just sleep through it.”


Chanyeol:

Originally posted by fyeah-chanyeol

This boy would wake up and be slapped in the face with complete and utter confusion. At first he was wondering where the hell he was and then he, upon looking around, would realize there was someone laying in bed next to him. After he realizes that it’s just you he would probably be even more shocked and unsure of what to do. Should he wake you up? Should he let you sleep? Did something happen last night? What if you didn’t want it to happen? What if you woke up mad at him?
I think he’d be a mess of emotions and wouldn’t be able to not wake you up.

He’s reach over and softly grab your shoulder to try and shake you awake, but you being so groggy would just turn over and lay your head on his chest.

Chanyeol: “So…I guess you’re not mad at me then…?” *a bit TOO loudly*

You: “Ungh…Chan shut up and go to sleep.”

Chanyeol: “Wait….does that mean…you ARE mad at me then?”

You: *lays your hand over his mouth*


D.O / Kyungsoo:

Originally posted by kyvngsoo

I don’t see Kyungsoo as the type to ever get too intoxicated, so he would more than likely remember the night before or at least parts of it. As soon as his eyes opened he would look over at you, sleeping peacefully, and although happy, he would be filled with regret. Regardless of what happened between the two of you the night before, I don’t think he would see it as appropriate to sleep with you outside of a relationship.
He would feel that this was in some way disrespectful to you and, depending upon his feelings for you, that he owed you more than a drunken night together.

As much as he would want to be sweet with you in this moment I think he would shut himself down emotionally and lock all of that up. Instead, he would quietly slip out of the bed, collecting any of his or your clothes that are on the floor. He would then lie them neatly in a pile at the foot of the bed, and make his way to the kitchen to make you breakfast. If nothing else, he at least wanted to ensure you had a good meal, and doing so would help to ease his guilt a bit.

D.O: *sighs deeply while cracking eggs and plopping them into the pan* 
”You really do deserve better from me…”

You: “I’m sure if you apologize, the eggs wont be too upset…”

D.O: *jumps but can’t bring himself to turn around and look at you…also can’t help but grin a bit*

Kai / Jongin:

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

This boy is a pretty heavy sleeper…but I also feel like he’s the type to sleep in either boxers or completely nude….regardless of who’s in his bed with him. Since the two of you are so close he wouldn’t really see this as a big deal unless he saw that it made you uncomfortable.
However, you may not have known this about him. So that when you woke up and your groggy eyes drifted over to him sprawled out on top of the covers, you yelped. Kai would jump and flail, nearly falling out of bed before seeing your shocked face and after a second he’d realize the blush on your face and your wide eyes. 
Before you know it this boy is letting out the single most attractive giggle-snort this world has ever seen, and whilst still cackling he’d pull you close and rest his head against your shoulder until you started to relax and laugh with him.

You: “But….you’re almost naked…like almost completely naked!”

Kai: “I promise it’s just how I sleep, if you want I can find clothes to put on.”

You: *of course, after much heavy contemplation* “….well I didn’t say that…”

Sehun:

Originally posted by sehurn

I can’t help but feel like Sehun is one of those people that can’t stand the feeling of having clothes on when he drinks, so he strips everything off and if that’s the case then you were more than likely the one who dragged him into his bedroom and tried to get him to sleep it off. However, you being pretty smashed too, would have ended up passing out next to him.

After a while, you would wake up after feeling way too cold in your sleep, just to look over and see Sehun wrapped in a cocoon of blankets. ALL of the blankets, in fact. You would also be pretty shocked to realize that all of your clothes are missing as well. Your mind would be buzzing with thoughts of what could have happened between the two of you, but you would tug on the blankets, trying to get at least ONE off of him so that you could cover yourself.

You: *pulling hard on the corner of a blanket but trying to not wake him at the same time*

Sehun: *breaks out into a huge grin the second his eyes open* 

“Well helllooo there.”

You: “SEHUN YOU WILL GIVE ME A BLANKET OR SO HELP ME…”

Sehun: “Nuh huh. Last night you said you didn’t see why it was so fun to be drunk and naked…..I’m having a blast.”


Reaction to a Girl Trying to Get Between You and Him. . .

A/N cute request Anon. Also I got a message saying you guys would like an easier way to send in requests, so I will be changing my theme to make it easier for you all.

Kai ~

Masterlist: here


Suho…

He would continue to be the gentleman that he is. However, he would find this very frustrating more on your part, because he wouldn’t want you to get the wrong idea. He would most likely pull the hoe girl aside and speak to her about how unacceptable her actions are (queue disappointed mama, Suho). He would make it clear to her that he is not the least bit interested and that she should give up and find a man who can give her what she wants. Afterward he would make sure you don’t have the wrong idea about their relationship, or lack thereof, and that the only girl he looks at, or wants, is you.

Suho: “You know you’re the only one I want right?”

Y/N: “Yes I know.”

Suho *hugs you tight*: “I love you Jagi…”

Originally posted by qrishan


D.O.…

He would not give a flying cow. That hoe girl could try flirting, talking, looking sexy, playing damsel in distress and he still wouldn’t give her the time of day. He has you, and that’s enough for him. If she were to still not take the very obvious hint that he couldn’t care less about her, he would call her out. He doesn’t care if it’s in front of other people and it embarrasses her more than she already embarrassed herself. He would be doing it for you because even someone like you has their limits in how disrespectful someone is towards your boyfriend and your relationship. So he would call her out and tell her to cut it out before things get worse.

Hoe Girl: “Kyungsoo, what do you say to going out sometime? I know this really nice Italian restaurant. Hmm?”

D.O.: (his response is the gif, no words needed)

(that eye roll tho, and sorry for using the same gif twice)

Originally posted by kyungsuhos


Chanyeol…

Channie would be uncomfortable. He wouldn’t like the idea and feeling of a girl that isn’t you giving him affection. He would, however, continue being a nice guy and simply try to be friends with her. However, as time continues, and the hoe girl continues to flirt with him and try to get between you two he would continue to grow more aggravated. He would eventually pull her aside to talk to her about how uncomfortable he feels and how dedicated he is to you. He would then probably realize how much he loves you and would–after talking to the hoe girl–show his affection for you by playing you a song, cuddle with you until morning or take you out to your favorite cafe and buy you your favorite beverage and sweet.

(Chanyeol getting flustered when the hoe girl wont quit her ridiculous antics)

Originally posted by scartic


Xiumin…

Xiumin would be very mature about this. The first sign of the hoe girl acting out and Xiumin would shut that shit down right away, in a civilized and mature manner. However, at the first sign of her talking you down and trying to convince you that you are not good enough for Xiumin, he would snap and pull her aside and talk to her. It would look somewhat like a parent scolding their child for bullying at school. However if one were to hear what he was saying to her, it would harsh. If the hoe girl didn’t stop, he would become more aggressive in his attempt to stop. This would mean him calling her out in front of others in the hope that she would realize that what she is doing is embarrassing and tactless.

Xiumin: “Look, honestly, I wouldn’t care about what you were trying to do. But when you say something to Y/N, and you’re rude about it. I care. And I’m pissed. You can do whatever you want around me, but the next time you say something other than ‘Hi’ to Y/N, I’m not going to be too kind about telling you to shut up. Get it?”

Originally posted by xiu-love-min


Lay…

Let’s be honest. He wouldn’t notice. You would need to handle the situation. However, if he were to notice, he would be too shy to ask her to stop, and would just work on reassuring you that he’s not interested in her and that you’re the only one he loves and has eyes for. He would treat you with more love than he usually does, and when she’s around, he would keep you by his side as a way to send her a message (kindly) that he’s already happily taken.

(ermergahd, he’s a sweetheart, lookit him! lil cinnamon roll ~~)

Originally posted by ygyixing


Chen…

Lmao, for some reason I laugh when I think of Chen in a situation like this. But, anyway~ Chen would find this hilarious and outrageous. He would wonder if he really was amazing enough to get himself in this situation. It would be an enlightening moment for our little dude Chen. He would most likely just make the hoe girl feel really awkward and uncomfortable about the whole situation because he would be smirking (trying to hold back his laughter) while she attempted (and failed) to flirt with him. He would tell you about the events so he could share the laugh with you. He wouldn’t think of it as a threat, but more as an interesting occurrence each day he goes to work. However, eventually he would just feel bad for the hoe girl and tell her she should give up and move on ‘cause he can’t give her what she wants.

Chen: “Look, I’m sorry, I’ve found this entertaining, but I’m afraid I’m leading you on. And that’s not my intention. I have a girlfriend who I gladly want to stay with. So whatever kind of things you have in mind, they’re not happening, you should find someone else.”

Originally posted by etherealchen


Kai…

Kai would be another cutie that keeps this whole situation civil. He’s a sweetheart, and he would be worried about you. He wouldn’t want you to get the wrong idea, or think that he’s cheating on you. He would tell you immediately, but assure you that he’s handling it. He would tell you that if there are any rumors, not to believe them, because you’re the only one. He would make sure that you know before anything gets out or the rumors start, trust and honesty being a big part of your relationship.

Kai: “No matter what you hear, know that they aren’t true. You know you’re the only one right? I love you with all my heart.”

Y/N: “I know. I love you too Kai.”

(ignore the subs)

Originally posted by astrologynkpop


Baekhyun… 

Baekhyun would just be friendly with her in hopes of either her becoming a friend, or her realizing that there isn’t a chance and she’ll give up. However if she were to do anything towards you, he would become serious instantly and tell her she needs to stop. If you were to complain to him about her getting close to him, he would simply laugh it off and ask in a teasing manner if someone is jealous. However, if it seems like you’re really loosing your patience with her and even him, he would quit playing and have a serious talk with her and tell her she needs to stop because it’s making his jagi worried and sad.

Baekhyun: “Look, it’s been fun and all, but i think it’s time you find another guy to like. I’m not available and hopefully wont be anytime soon, but if you don’t leave me alone that might change, and I don’t want that. You’re making my Jagi sad, so do you think you could find another guy? I really love my Jagi and don’t want her to be sad anymore.”

Originally posted by byuntaejhope


Luhan… 

Luhan would simply tell her repeatedly that she needs to stop. It would probably take about a week before she finally got on his nerves and he snapped at her. Meaning he pulled her aside and told her sternly that she needed to find a new hobby because whatever she is hoping for with him wasn’t going to happen. If that doesn’t work, he would blatantly ignore her, hoping she would go away on her own.

Luhan In His Mind: (What is this girls problem???)

Originally posted by 12fools


Tao…

We all know this boy is gunna be sassy as shit. Give that hoe girl a flip of his hand and be on his way. He don’t got time for that shit. He’s muthafuckin’ Zitao bitches.

Originally posted by shinylightblue


Sehun…

Another sassy fucker. He would just be smug about the whole shit. Probably thinking about ten times a day “Of course, I’m Oh Sehun after all.” But seriously, he would be kind about it at first, but it is Oh Sehun, and we know he has his limits. If she were to continue bothering him, he would eventually tell her to stop. Even though he’s a littler fucker, he wouldn’t want to hurt you like that, and wouldn’t want to lose you because of some persistent hoe girl. Believe it or not, despite his ridiculous remarks and sassy attitude, he does love you with all his heart and soul. He’s gonna tell that bitch to get lost. Then take you out to bubble tea. And of course the next day you would be in his arms and holding his hand in front of her to settle your worries and tell the girl he’s not interested, cause he’s Oh Sehun after all (lmao i’m sorry i had to).

Originally posted by blondejongin


Kris…

I can see him telling her off in front of people, that’s how little he would care. He would make sure she got the message that no, he’s not interested, and yes, she better back the fuck off. He’s got you, and with that being said, he would make sure all misunderstandings, if there are any, with you are cleared up before the end of the night. He would bring you to work the next day to flaunt you off in front of her like Sehun, just to make sure she knows, it ain’t gunna happen, and you know that he loves you and only you.

Kris In His Mind: (Is this girl foreal???)

Originally posted by i-growl-growl-growl


A/N I worked hard guys. I went back and fourth between hw and this, for about two hours. Yep. Hope you like! Keep sending in the requests. I love ‘em!

Kai ~

Early Mornings with the Bat - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Well first, thanks, it’s always nice to see that people enjoy what you’re doing :). And second, you’re very welcome for this (enjoyed writing it) :

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Very early mornings were your favorite. 

4 to 7 am, was the time Bruce and your boys came home. You were usually up, waiting for them, reading, cuddled up in Bruce’s huge chair in front of the bat computer, in the bat cave. 

Your sons would come to kiss you good night, sometimes staying a little bit up to talk about anything, throwing their feelings at you. You were the best to make them talk. You’d eat some ice cream or cookies, and then they’d go to bed, with a last kiss on the cheek for you. Bruce would wait for you in those moments, either listening to you guys or working on something.

Sometimes he was hurt, badly, and Alfred or one of your kids would help him back to bed. Those nights, there was no talk, no cookies nor ice cream. You’d follow, worried, but he’d always try to reassure you by holding your hand, or taking a small support on one of your shoulder. He’d fall into bed heavily, and you would spend a few hours gently caressing his painful body helping him fall asleep. It always worked, and was a big help. Mentally, because he’d go to bed knowing he was loved and physically, because it’d help him relax and no strain his body any more.  

When one of your sons was injured, you’d help them to fall asleep with soothing words while stroking their hair, and Bruce would stay with you, silent. Then once your boy would be asleep, you’d both go to bed, holding each others. 

When he didn’t have any injuries, maybe a few bruises that weren’t too bad, he’d carry you up to your shared bedroom, and enjoy your kisses on his neck and jaw while he walked up stairs and threw corridors….and then he’d make love to you, no matter how tired he was. You’d both always have a wonderful orgasm, and fall asleep in each other’s arms. 

He always needed his fix of you before sleeping, wether it was your caresses or being inside you. And vice versa, there was a reason you waited every night (or rather mornings) for them, for him, to come home. 

No matter what, you’d always go to bed with him, you’d always fall asleep with him. Those were some of your favorite moments in life. 

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Your other favorite moments, were what you actually called “early mornings”. Between 11 am all the way up to 2 pm. 

Often shifting during the night, you and Bruce would have drifted apart, but as if something was always warning you guys that the other one was starting to wake up, you’d be back in each other’s arms before your eyes could open. 

Bruce loved being the big spoon, sheltering you from any danger. You loved resting your head on his chest, softly running your fingers on his muscles. You’d stay for a few minutes like that, just enjoying each other’s presence, giving exploring caresses all over each other’s body…Which would often turn into lazy morning sex. 

When Bruce had injuries from last night, you’d take care of him, making sure he was comfortable and had everything he needed. All he actually truly needed was you. 

You’d often talk, if you had times for hours, about anything really. After all, you were lovers, but also best friends. You’d tell each other everything. Everything.

You’d finally stand up, dressing each other lovingly. If you had time, you’d take a shower together. You loved to wash each other’s hair. Sometimes, you’d have to resist jumping on each other in the shower because you had obligations…But you’d often take each other under the running water. 

Breakfast, always close from each others, enjoying a nice conversation. Your sons around…and then it’d be a day where you’d almost never see each other. Sometimes you’d have lunch…But most of the time, you wouldn’t see him until the evening, just for a few minutes, enough time for you to give him a good luck kiss, before he left for his night patrol, and then it’d be your favorite time of the day again. Early mornings. 

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The mornings he didn’t come home where the one you dreaded. Sometimes, he’d get caught up in works, or just because he went on a long mission. 

While he was gone, you wouldn’t sleep much, no matter how Alfred told you to take care of yourself, and when he came back, you’d be in a pretty bad shape. Sometimes, he’d be too, and you would mend each other as best you could. 

More often than not, your sons would keep you company if they weren’t with him, and then you’d be able to sleep, feeling your babies against your heart…But Bruce’s absence in those early mornings was the worst.

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Early mornings were some of your favorite moments, where you would almost always be sure you’d be with the love of your life. You wished every day that he’d return, dreading the day he wouldn’t…But so far, he always came back to you, because his favorite moments were also early mornings, and his favorite place in the World was in your arms.