this is me loving him down

confession time, here’s what i got

Summary: In which Otabek and Yuri pine for each other a lot, and manage to drag other people into their own problems. (otayuri week day 1! prompt: confessions, otayuri, side pairings viktuuri and saramila, word count: 4095)


Otabek figures out that he loves Yuri when he is twenty-one.

It’s during Yuri’s nineteenth birthday, too. His plane lands exactly at midnight, and he’s rushing to get his baggage as quick as he can to meet his best friend. He sees him the moment he claims baggage – it isn’t hard to miss his long hair or his leopard jacket – and he stretches his arms out as Yuri bolts over to him.

In the next minute, he has him in his arms, and he hears a cheerful, “Beka!” in his ears, and, oh, he realizes. He is in love.

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one of the best parts of today’s episode, and possibly the best highlight over all?

Casey Jones straight up murdering a man, and saying “Whoops.”

his whole expression, his tone of voice, my god.

I don’t know who animates for him specifically, but let’s give them a slow clap everyone. because this part right here, this split second scene? it gave me more emotional impact than any other portion of the episode, and actual chills down my spine.

Casey Jones attempted to kill a man, and probably didn’t feel anything but pure hate for him. god damn.

“i have to get out of here,” she says while frantically throwing clothes into her suitcase.
“slow down,” her sister yells. “what do you mean you have to?”
“i can’t stay here. everything reminds me of him. i have to get out of here before i go insane. that’s what he’s going to do to me; he’s going to make me insane. everything, everything reminds me of him; these walls, these photographs, all the gifts he’s gotten me. every street and every store and everywhere i look, he’s there. i have to go somewhere new, i have to find a place i have no memories of him. i have to leave him behind, i have to leave him here because he’s left me, do you understand? he’s moved on and i’m stuck here in this town where the ghost of him resides, i have to get out. i’m sorry,” she says and packs the last of her essential belongings and leaves.

anonymous asked:

I'm a relative of George Washington and I was wondering if you could hit me with fun George facts, especially him with his family ones?

  • Washington was actually born on February 11, 1731, but when the colonies switched to the Gregorian calendar from the Julian calendar, his birthday was moved eleven days. Since his birthday fell before the old date for New Year’s Day, but after the new date for New Year’s Day, his birth year was changed to 1732. 
  • In 1976 Washington was posthumously awarded the highest rank in the U.S. military, ever. Nobody can ever have a higher rank than he had. 
  • He never chopped down a cherry tree. 
  • HE LOVED DOGS. 
  • He lost more battles than he won. 
  • In the Braddock disaster of 1755, Washington’s troops were caught in the crossfire between British and Native American soldiers. Two horses were shot from under Washington, and his coat was pierced by four musket balls, none of which hit his actual body.
  • George Washington did not have wooden teeth. 
  • George Washington started school when he was 6 years old. He left school at 15 to become a surveyor because his mother couldn’t afford to send him to college.
  • When he was 57, he had every one of his teeth pulled. 
  • Today’s White House staff has more employees than the entire United States government did in Washington’s time!
  • He fired the first shot which began the French and Indian War. He fucked around a started the French and Indian war. 
  • He added “So help me God” on to the Presidential Oath of Office at his inauguration and its been done that way ever since.
  • He was so strong that he could crack walnut shells between his thumb and forefinger.
  • Research performed on a set of Washington’s dentures in 2005 showed they were made of gold, ivory, lead, and human and animal teeth.
  • He made moonshine. 
  • George Washington may have owned one of the first goldfish in the United States.
  • George Washington died after his doctors removed 40% of his blood (80 ounces) over a 12-hour period to cure a throat infection.
  • George Washington stopped the Revolutionary War to return a lost dog to the enemy.
  • George Washington selected the site of the White House in 1791, but he never lived there.
  • George Washington inoculated his troops against smallpox, reducing a 17% death rate from the disease down to 1%.
  • He currently owns over $300,000 in over-due library funds. 
A smaller Los Angeles.

My friend M and I met in person at my favorite bar in 2004 or 2005. We hung out for a few weeks before he sat me down in another bar, one I don’t remember the name of but I think eventually closed down, and told me he liked me but not in that way. I told him that was alright, could we be friends instead?

Our friendship endured, became one of the longest running relationships I’ve ever had. We often joked about ships passing, about alternate lives, about what ifs. We each confessed love in various ways on different occasions; once, he retracted the entirety of half a decade by saying he was always in love, had never stopped, and could we stop the goddamn sailing already? Pack it up for dry land? I was with someone at the time, a forgettable person now, and didn’t leave. Our friendship continued, as it always did. He is thanked in my PhD thesis, simply: “For editing and moral support”, but he knew “moral support” meant something else. He eventually met someone that stuck.

On June 1, 2013, we had not so much a falling out as a falling away. I’d been dealing with a few life fuck-ups, emotionally a mess, bleeding anxiety and depression. I ran into a mutual friend who asked if I ever saw a future with M. I was honest, said the ships were good on the water, had done it for so long now we didn’t know better, but I would be a fool to rule out that kind of life should the weather ever clear. She took my words, perverted them into a shitty pull-quote, and emailed them to him.

The last thing he said to me came in an email. It said we couldn’t be friends anymore. He gave a reason, pointed to the mutual friend, said that it seemed like I had feelings “lingering beyond friendship” that were inappropriate given his current relationship. And then he wrote five more sentences I have read hundreds of times. I never heard from him again.

I checked in on him through the internet once or twice a year. He married that person shortly after the email. His career did exactly what I thought it would do, which is continue its stratospheric trajectory. He was diagnosed with cancer but was in recovery. I sent him one email in the winter of 2015, telling him that if he ever needed anything health-wise again, I would call in every medical/research favor I had for him. No questions asked. He didn’t even have to talk to me, just send up a signal. He never replied.

Last night, I thought of him for the first time in a year, did my cursory internet search.

He died last summer.

The burden of death is borne by the living. In the last twelve hours, I have searched through every email, every photo or mixtape or chat transcript I still have access to, to try and understand what happened June 1, 2013 at 12:34pm that caused ten years to disappear. What decisions did I make from the moment we met in that stupid bar to the moment of erasure? What kind of piece of shit human was I? Am I now? What map did I follow that sailed my ship into those haunted waters? Am I still there now, lost as fuck, broken compasses guiding the way to a specter of a home? 

The scientist in me (”Can I reserve the right to call you Doc? Like, if anyone else starts calling you Doc, you’d say, ‘Sorry, but someone already called dibs on that, so maybe you should use the more formal Doctor from now on'”) wants to understand this to the atomic level as a means to say goodbye. But I have no one to say goodbye to. I thought one day, LA or NYC, we’d run into each other at a bar. I’d shrug it all off, say it only made me stronger, make a Bond villain-Dr. M joke. He’d laugh, we’d hug, the years of distance and the hollow feeling that sat inside me and never went away would collapse on itself. Normality restored. High fives and whisky drinks all around, I’m buying.

My mind is having a hard time with what to focus on, trying to will memories that have long faded into technicolor, trying to understand where I went wrong, and if anything from this can change the next forty years for me. What do we do with our love? Who do we give it to? What are we doing standing around unhappy? Am I inherently forgettable, replaceable, irrelevant? That’s the thing that best friends do for us - they make us think, make us ask questions, make us better by just being themselves, in or out of our lives. They transform us by the sheer will of existing, by us knowing that somewhere, they are laughing and hustling and surviving this fucked up world. 

And since that moment in a bar will never happen:

Dear M: I never stopped loving or missing you. As a friend, as a confidant, as a drinking buddy, as a co-conspirator, as a sounding board, as moral support. You were the best. I am sorry for whatever I did that made you end our friendship so abruptly. I was never angry, I promise. I thought of you often. You made me a better human by that laugh alone. I can still hear it.

there will be a day when you find someone, they don’t have to be a boyfriend or a girlfriend, they are just the one person who can make you laugh when you want to cry, they can change your view on the world, they make you loved when you’re at your lowest. they will be your shoulder when tears are falling down your face, they will be your crutch when you are broken, they never let you go a day thinking you are unwanted. the one who makes you the best you can be. this person is your should mate darling, don’t ever let them go.

“you got this, you can do this,” she says to herself. “just walk up to him and say it, you got this.” she takes a deep breath in and out and walks towards him.
when he sees her, he gets up from his seat. “you can sit, this is going to be short. you hurt me, you tore me down, but what you didn’t see at the time and what i didn’t know, was that i was strong, i am strong; stronger than i thought i’d ever be. i’m going to get over you,” she says and turns to walk away.

oh-my-magnets  asked:

Headcanon: Seraphina was a year or two above him at Ilvermorny and never thought one of her best friends would be a short, serious first year in Wampus - but when he single-handedly takes down two third year bullies with the Jellylegs Curse (and bodily jumps on and drags down another), she is quickly reminded why he is.

dghjklg yES I LOVE THIS SO MUCH 

Seraphina and Graves going way back as friends or maybe more is one of my fav headcanons. 

“I’m going to be President,” Seraphina says to him one day, matter of factly. They’re sitting outside, enjoying the warmth of the sun after a long period of exams. Graves raises his head from the book he is reading and looks up at her. 

“I know that.” 

“I want you to be by my side, Percy,” she insists. “When I’m up there. I need someone to rely on, and I need that person to be you.” 

Percival nods, a silent agreement. This isn’t the first time they’ve had this conversation. Silence falls, before Seraphina speaks again, smiling. 

“Don’t go get yourself kidnapped and impersonated by a dark wizard while in office. Imagine the paperwork!” 

He laughs and shakes his head. “What are the chances of that happening?” 

“Pretty slim. Who would want to wear your face anyway?” 

“Well, I am pretty.” 

“No you’re not.” 

“Sure as hell am. That’s why you love me.” 

She rolls her eyes and gets up. “Come on,” she says, lending him a hand. “We have to get to class.” 

anonymous asked:

Bucky knows all your kinks which don't include anything vanilla. But one day you're drained. You sneak on him, hugging him from behind, resting your head on his left shoulder. He grabs you before you fall down, "what's wrong, doll?" you answer in a hum. He moves your body so he could see you clearly. Still resting your forehead on his shoulder, you mumble, "make love to me, Buck?"

he turns around, places the softest kiss on your forehead then your cheeks and finally your lips. He carefully lifts you into his arms before bringing you to the bed. You start to undress yourself but he just shakes his and says “let me”. He pulls every item off and presses a kiss in its place. “I love you” he says cupping your face before undressing himself.

Sinful Sunday™

Fic Rec: Fic That I’ll Read Over & Over Again

•         Love Is A Rebellious Bird

•         Wild And Unruly

•         If You Asked Me If I Love Him (I’d Lie)

•         baby we could be enough (i’ll make this feel like home)

•         If Tomorrow Never Comes (We Had Last Night)

•         Sing When You’re Winning

•         Unbelievers

•         Naked & Proud

•         Nicotine

•         Loving You Is Free

•         Want you to want me

•         Absolutely Still

•         for now (and forever)

•         These Roads We Stumble Down

•         Take My Breath Away

•         Cold

•         why don’t we go there?

•         I’ll Crash Until You Notice Me

•         These Constant Stars

•         To the Ends of the Earth

•         Behavioural Ecology

•         my heart is breathing for this moment in time

•         After Hours

•         so keep my candle bright

•         So Much We Didn’t Say

•         like a boomerang

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Requested by anonymous

“Thank you so much” you sighed as Bucky gave you a massage. You were absolutely exhausted after your last mission. Bucky helping you relax was making you feel a million times better.

“No problem” Bucky replied with a smile. Then he meant down and kissed your forehead making you giggle.

God you loved him so much. After every mission you just couldn’t wait to get back home to the love of your life.

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anonymous asked:

What impossible quiz taught me;When Phil calms Dan down he first catches his hands/arms, gives a reassuring smile, maintains eye contact, when Dan finally breathes out and looks at him, Phil holds him close hugs him and they basically cuddle until Dan completely calms down and both look at each other and smile and order pizza and watch some old anime for nostalgia.

All Night: Tom Holland x Black Reader

 Lemonade Oneshot:

Pray You Catch Me

Hold Up

Don’t Hurt Yourself

Sorry

*6 Inch

Love Drought

Sandcastles Part 2

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Originally posted by promiseland


1 year later

You were finally able to fully forgive him. After giving birth to your beautiful baby boy you two hit a small rough patch. You were stuck at home with the baby while he was out working. You were anxious that he would repeat the past but he never did. 

You reluctant to go back to therapy but with a different therapist, you two finally solved all the issues. You finally got down to the root of his infidelity and you felt that a huge burden had been lifted off of you. It was never you, it had never been you. 

Found the truth beneath your lies

Your love for him was strong and no matter what you would always love and forgive him. 

True love never has to hide
I’ll trade your broken wings for mine
Trade your broken wings for mine
I’ve seen your scars and kissed your crime
Seen your scars and kissed your crime

“I’m off to set.” He walked over to you and grabbed your son out of your arms. “My little guy is getting so big.” He said kissing him in the cheek. You smiled at the site, “He is.”

“I’ll be back in about 3 weeks. I’ll call you when I get off of the plane.” He said turning to give you a kiss. Tom wanted to make sure you were fully aware of his whereabouts and he wanted you to completely trust him. He was very famous and in popular demand, more than you liked. He had no problem attracting women and you hated it but you relaxed and remembered, Forward.

“You don’t have to call me.” You said. “What?” He asked. “I-I trust you Tom.”

It took some time, actually a long time before you could fully trust him again but it felt good. 

So many people that I know, they’re just tryna touch ya
Kiss up and rub up and feel up
Kiss up and rub up and feel up on you
Give you some time to prove that I can trust you again
I’m gonna kiss up and rub up and feel up
Kiss up and rub up and feel up on you

His eyes lit up and softly kissed your lips, “I swear I’ll still-” You interrupted him and smiled, “I said I trust you.” He nodded while you grabbed your baby back. “You need to go. We don’t want you missing your flight. Isn’t that right?” You asked your giggling child. Tom didn’t want to leave, he wanted to stay with you and Y/S/N. “Go!” You joked, pushing him out of the door, “Go shot an award winning film!”

He stopped at the door and kissed you again, “I love you.”, “I love you too.”


Tom came back after after wrapping his film. He came in the house, dropping his bags at the door and immediately ran to you. “SH!” You giggled begging him to put you down. “He’s sleeping!” You pointed to your son peacefully sleeping in his rocker. 

He smiled and looked back at you, “What are you doing tomorrow night?” 

“What?”, “What are you doing?”, “Nothing, I guess.” You shrugged. “Well tomorrow we’re going out, just you and me. I already found someone to watch Y/S/N.” You smiled, “Okay.”


“Where are you taking me?” You asked, tugging at your blindfold. “Be patient darling.” He squeezed your hand as he finally pulled up to your destination. He helped you out of the car and you heard the sound of the ocean. You took in the salty air and figured, the beach. 

He stopped and placed his hands on your shoulders, “You ready?”, “Yes.” He pulled off the blindfold and you gasped, “It’s beautiful.”

After settling down, he sat close to you and grabbed your hand. “Y/N,” You looked up and smiled, “Yes?”

“I love you.” He said sincerely while kissing your hand. “I know.”, “No, I know you know but I want to tell you that after everything that I have put you through that you are amazing and I am-”

You pressed your lips against his, sparks that you thought would never come back ignited and rushed in. He pulled back and he swore his eyes were going to pop out of his head. You two hadn’t had any sort of physical contact, especially after the baby-maybe you two exchanged small kisses here and there. 

Our love was stronger than your pride
Beyond your darkness, I’m your light
If you get deep, you touch my mind
If you get deep, you touch my mind
Baptize your tears and dry your eyes
Baptize your tears and dry your eyes

“I love you too.” He smiled and kissed you again. “Are you hungry?” He ran back to the car for the picnic basket. “So I made your favorites.” 


You finally loved Tom again and you were glad that feeling was back. You two were giggly and touchy. You sat in between his legs and rested our head on his chest, while he wrapped his arms around your torso. The conversation was amazing and when he kissed you he sent shivers up your spine. 

“I have something for you.” He said. You got up and watched him pull something out of his pocket, he stood you up “What are you doing?”

He smiled and got on one knee, “This isn’t a proposal but it’s just me spilling my heart out.” He pulled out a huge ring. “Y/N, I have put your though so much shit and I want to thank you for never give up on me. I know I’m not perfect but I will not disappoint you again.” He wiped a tear from his eye, “I love you. I love. I love you. Will you please take this ring?”

They say true love’s the greatest weapon
To win the war caused by pain, pain
But every diamond has imperfections
But my love’s too pure to watch it chip away
Oh nothing real can be threatened
True love breathes salvation back into me
With every tear came redemption
And my torturer became my remedy

You were trying to hold back tears, “Yes.” He slipped the new wedding ring on your finger and hugged you. “I will be the best father and husband to both you and Y/S/N!” He brushed the hair out of your face and kissed you passionately. 

One thing lead to another and you two laid naked, bodies intertwined. “Is this illegal?” You asked. “What?” He asked softly rubbing your bare back. “Having sex on the beach.”

He shrugged and kissed your shoulder, “There’s a possibility of public indecency.”

Lucky Tom made sure to rent out an area of the quietest part of the beach. “I love you.” You said rubbing his his cheek. “I love you.” He smiled and kissed you again. 

You saw his honesty and his sincerity, while you were certainly still going to be watchful, you trusted him and glad things were back to how they were. The rest of the night was spent with you to passionately making love and laughing. You had your husband back- a better version and you were not going to let him go. 

All night long
Sweet love all night long
Sweet love all night long
Sweet love all night long
All I wanna, ain’t no other
We together, I remember
Sweet love all night long

How I missed you, my love


Title: Snakes

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: Never enough sassy Jack Eichel. Love it? Hate it? Either way, let me know…

Words:  1,209


Moving away from the hyena enclosure, you pulled Jack towards the reptile house. “Babe, they’re all behind glass. They’re not going to get out.” you said, tugging him closer to the entrance of the building.

“(Y/N), I’ve seen Harry Potter. Within the first 20 minutes of the movie that big ass snake goes slithering out of its exhibit.” he said, taking hesitant steps forward as you guided him down the path. “It’s total chaos. Can’t we just go get ice cream?”

“I’m fairly certain there aren’t any boy wizards in the area who are going to make the glass disappear.” you retorted.

“We don’t know that.” he said, seriously, adjusting his dark sunglasses. “There are like, giraffes and otters here. Fluffy things, cute things, things that won’t strangle me to death in my sleep.” he whined, muttering the last part under his breath.

“I promise that if any of these animals manage to escape, I will protect you. Be it lizard, snake, alligator; I will hold them back long enough for you to run to safety, risking my life to save yours.” you said dramatically, pausing at the entrance of the building. “We can get ice cream when we’re done.”

Jack rolled his eyes as he pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head, linking his arm through yours. “Fine, but if you get me killed by one of these scaly beasts, I will never forgive you.” he frowned. 

You pushed the door open to reveal a room full of colorful exhibits. You walked to the left, standing by the barrier railing to observe the alligator, reading the information posted on the wall. 

“Look at those teeth!” you said eagerly. “And when he’s full grown he can reach up to 15 feet.” you added. You glanced to your left, Jack was nowhere in sight. Turning around, you noticed him standing in the middle of the walkway, his hands tucked into his pockets, staying as far away from the animals lining the hallway as he possibly could. “Babe, don’t you want to see his teeth?”

“You mean the super big ones that are firmly set in his mouth that can rip flesh off human bones? I can see them very clearly from here.” he replied.

You moved down the row of animals, reading descriptions and snapping pictures; Jack walking stiffly down the middle of the aisle the whole way. You rounded the corner, putting the lizards and alligators behind you. Jack seemed to relax a bit as you wandered around the room filled with turtles and tortoises. You turned from box turtles, wandering over to Jack who was staring at a few exhibits on the opposite wall, each filled with tiny, brightly colored frogs. 

“These are kind of cute.” he said, his eyes glued to a tiny blue frog, small black dots covering its slimy skin. “They’re a really cool color. And they don’t have sharp teeth.” he said, looking over to you.

“They may not have sharp teeth, but you realize they’re poisonous, right?” you asked.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” he muttered, backing up into the middle of the room. “How much bigger is this place?” he asked.

You walked and stood in front of him, looking up him. “We’re almost done, I swear.” you said, starting to feel bad about dragging him into the reptile house in the first place. “Just one more room.” you said, rubbing your hands over his upper arms, standing on your toes you kissed his cheek.

The two of you walked into the last room, small glass enclosures lined the wall, each housing a fascinating, and deadly, snake. In the corner a zookeeper stood with a young field trip class, excitedly describing habitats and feeding schedules. 

“We can go, babe, straight out the door. No chance for any of these child wizards to release anything.” you said quietly, as you grabbed Jack’s hand and pulling him towards the door. 

You listened as the zookeeper spoke with the children. “Okay, now I’m going to bring a friend out for you all to meet!” she said happily. “It would be much easier if I had a big, strong, and brave volunteer.” she said, glancing around the room; you and Jack froze in place realizing you were the only other adults in the room. “Sir, would you mind helping us out?” she asked hopefully, looking at Jack.  You felt his body stiffen beside you as panic settled over him; you glanced up at his flushed face.

“Uh, I’m not–” 

“I can help you.” you said without hesitation, giving Jack’s hand a squeeze before walking over to her. 

“Great! I’m going to bring out our green anaconda.” she said, turning to a large plastic crate behind her. “If you could come over here.” she said, motioning you closer to her. “I’m going to hand you the lower part of our baby and I’m going to hold the top half.” she said, reaching into the crate and handing you the thick muscly lower half of the snake. “We’ll hold him out so everyone can see how long he is, and our friends on their field trip can line up single file to pet him. How cool is that?!” She asked as the kids clambered over each other, their teacher lining them up.

Jack stood at the back of the room, pressed into the corner by the exit, waiting for you to finish so he could make his escape. You nodded towards the door, signaling to Jack that he could wait outside. He shook his head vigorously mouthing “Not without you!”

“Now, this is just a baby, only about 6 feet long.” The zookeeper said, the snake stretched between the two of you. “When they’re full grown they can be up to 20 feet long and swallow a deer whole.” 

The kids gasped excitedly. Jack on the other hand looked nervous, his face paling as the zookeeper continued. After the kids had made their way through the line, the zookeeper tucked the snake back into the crate, thanking you for your help. She continued with the presentation as you made your way over to Jack.

“You’re a crazy person, you know that right?” he asked, holding the door open as the two of you stepped out into the sunshine. He leaned on the stone wall outside, taking a deep breath, pulling his sunglasses back down over his eyes. You stood in front of him, watching his shoulders relax as he smiled at you, gripping your waist and pulling you closer to him. “Thanks for jumping in there and holding that snake.” he said.

“I had to, babe, I promised I’d protect you from all things scaly and slimy.” you grinned. 

“It was kinda hot, watching you wrangle the beast.” he said; leaning down, grazing his lips over yours. “I love you, (Y/N). Thanks for having my back.” he finished, pulling back, his thumbs rubbing circles on your hips.

“I love you, too.” You smiled. “Wanna go get some ice cream for being such a brave boy?” you questioned, raising your eyebrows at him.

“Yes, please.” he huffed. “And then can we go see the otters? You know, cute non-poisonous creatures?”

“Sure, babe.” you replied. “Anything for you.”


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anonymous asked:

Witch Mother, I'm a lesbian catholic witch and I've had ppl say I can't be either of these and I was quite upset but looking at your blog always makes me feel better, so thank you Witch Gay Mum, ur the best

Hi honey! You are 1000% able and allowed to be those things. I know there are a lot of people who feel like you can’t. I was a (closeted) queer Christian for a very very long time, but my faith was still 100% valid, Jesus still loved me just the same, despite what some think (I love that people think they can tell you how literal JESUS feels about you and your relationship with Him, like sit DOWN) and ALSO I know that a lot of religious folks feel strongly about witchcraft, but I honestly feel like if you are a Catholic witch, you are clearly not worshiping “Satan” as a lot of people would believe, if you are still worshiping Yaweh in your craft, I don’t see the problem, genuinely. Also, I’m just saying, Catholics seem hella witchy to me– all those rituals man. Hahah.

At the end of the day, my biggest advice is that no one can tell you who or what you are except for you. There will be people who try to, and they will think they are right, but never give someone else the power to tell you who you are. 

(I know you didn’t ask for advice but here it is lmao)

Late night cuddling (Seungkwan)

ok so I had the worst nightmare the night before writing this and I was a m e s s afterwards and really just needed warm cuddles and someone calming me down so… yeah I’m sorry if this is similar to Minghao’s, but they should still be noticeably different ♥ (I wanted this to be very cute and happy and cuddly but this will do, I’ll do that another time)

S.Coups | Jeonghan | Joshua | Jun | Hoshi | Wonwoo | Woozi | DK | Mingyu | The 8 | Seungkwan


  • so first of all, Seungkwan’s cuddles would be the best, he’d be the softest whenever you cuddle
  • like he’d hold you so nicely and he’d be so giggly because he really loves having you close to him and he never wants to let you go, and honestly neither do you (did I mention he’s the softest)
  • and because his cuddles are so amazing (and he’s the most understanding person), when you wake up in the very early morning hours from the worst nightmare you can recall, you don’t hesitate to wake him up gently
  • you’re so shaken up that you’re borderline crying, and if Seungkwan’s having a tough time waking up, he opens his eyes immediately when he hears you sniffle while whispering his name
  • “Y/N, are you okay?”
  • “I… I had a nightmare, and…”
  • and with the moonlight coming in through the window, Seungkwan can see just how distraught your expression is, so he gets you in his arms and holds you close
  • “Shh… Everything’s okay, it was just a dream.”
  • he’d repeat those words softly time after time, with his chin resting on your head and his hand stroking your back slowly, as soothingly as he can
  • and his voice would be just what you needed - it’s so calm and soft that eventually the anxiety starts to leave you
  • like you’d been clinging onto Seungkwan tightly and all while he shushed you, and when you slowly start to loosen your grip, he smiles to himself and chuckles softly
  • he pulls away and looks at you, your features somewhat visible in the moonlight, and dries your still slightly damp cheeks with his thumbs
  • “Whatever it was, it wasn’t real, okay? Just a dream.”
  • and you’d nod and place your hands on top of his on your cheeks and probably even smile a little
  • you contemplate on thanking him verbally, but you end up just cuddling closer to him and pecking his neck
  • “…Do you think you could help me fall back asleep?”
  • there might be some tiny part in his mind saying that he wants to sleep, too, but he would never tell you no in such a situation
  • so with you cuddled up to him and him on his back, Seungkwan lulls you to sleep (and smiles happily when you mumble “I love you”), and falls asleep soon after, too

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Dear Damian Part 5 (Older Damian Wayne x Reader)

Schninner: Well, this was going to be the last part of dear Damian, but a conversation with @the-singing-canary inspired me to prolong the suffering >:) have fun lovelies! <3

Part 1 * Part 2 * Part 3 * Part 4 

Tagging @maruthor@isabellegunawan@the-singing-canary

Warnings: swearing, bloooood, and the angst (oh, and a few possible gramatical errors, sorry!)

Word Count: 1173


Your heart thundered in your chest as cold sweat ran down your back. Your head whipped around to your father, only to find him with a twisted smile on his face.

“What’s the meaning of this?! We had a deal!” Words that you meant to sound angry and intimidating only came out in a terrified squeak.

This only seemed to delight your father more. “that’s right my dear, we did have a deal! What was it again? OH! That’s right! You work for me, and I will refrain from killing your little boy toy over here!” He said, pointing to Damian. He let out a sigh and continued,” But, sadly, I have found myself becoming… hmm … what’s the word?” He asked, rubbing his chin, his eyes lit up and he snapped his fingers. “Bored! That’s it! So I will, unfortunately, have to let you go. Guards! Seize her!”

Before you even had time to react, several of your father’s guards appeared out of nowhere and apprehended you, twisting your arm and pinning it behind your back causing you to let out a sharp cry of pain. Damian was on his feet immediately, his hands still bound behind him, and the guards still trying to force him back into submission.

“Don’t you touch her!” He seethed, trying to get out of the guards’ grip.

“You have me, just let her go!” He shouted at your father.

“Oh my! How incredibly noble of you Mr. Wayne! But I don’t think I’ve made myself clear, you both are dying. It’s nothing personal- “

“Bull shite!” You shouted, interrupting him.

“-Just have to tie up those loose ends, I’m sure you understand.”


You were both dragged, kicking and screaming to your father’s dungeon with your father standing a safe distance away looking rather amused.

The numerous guards that were holding you, threw Damian and you into the same containment cell. You fell onto the cold hard concrete floor, scraping your forearms. You shot up almost immediately, running to the cell door. The guards slammed it in your face. You scowled upon seeing your father on the other side of the bars smiling gleefully.

“I’ll give you two some time to catch up before the executions start. Oh! And I wouldn’t try escaping if I were you, because that would just mean that your deaths would come so much quicker, not to mention, they would be oh so boring.”

Your scowl remained engraved on your face, “You son of a bitch!”

Your hands darted through the bars and grasped his clothing. A look of bewildered Shock spread over his face as you pulled him to the bars, his head making a satisfy “Clang” as it hit the steal cylinders.

“We had a deal!” You screamed, repeatedly bashing his head into the bars while his guards tried to pull him away.

“WE HAD A DEAL!”

The guards then hit you in the head with a small, but very hard object, causing you to lose your grip on your father and stagger back into a pair of comforting arms.

The guards surrounded your scowling, and currently bleeding father. He glared daggers at you, “I will enjoy watching you die, Daughter.” He spat the last words out like venom, before briskly walking away.

Once he left, you suddenly remember whose arms are around you. You whirled around quickly, and let out a slight gasp at Damian’s battered, bruised, and bloodied face. You bit your trembling bottom lip, as you hesitantly reach your hand out to his face.

He closed his light blue eyes and gently leaned into your touch. Your fingers traced around the bruises on his face, a sob wrenched through your throat causing his eyes to snap open and pull you into a tight and loving embrace. You cried into his broad shoulders, letting your tears mingle with the blood dripping down from your nose and lip.

“I’m sorry Damian!” You said between sobs

“I didn’t want to hurt you, I never wanted to!”

He hushed you and gently rocked your trembling body back and forth. He lightly kisses the top of your head and whispered and a calming voice,

“I know [F/N], I know.”

He gently pulled away from you and looked into your [E/C] eyes. His hand gently caressed the right side of your face then made its way to your slightly swollen and bleeding which he gingerly grazed over with his thumb.

His eyes swelled with tears.

“I know why you did it, and I know you didn’t want to, but [F/N], why didn’t you tell me?”

His voice was dripping from the psychological pain you had put him through over that past several months. It broke your heart to see him this way.

“Why did you put yourself through all that pain, and all that suffering, just to save my rotten hide?” the tears were now streaming down his face.

“I did the both for the same reason. I did it, not only to save you, but to give you a second chance at a happy life, a happy ending. To give you the opportunity to meet a new girl- “your voice broke, and a fresh wave of tears came rushing down. “-fall in love with her, start a family with her. Because I love you Damian Wayne, and all I want is for you to be happy!”

“Well, there is a massive fault in your plan.” He scowled, his voice rising in anger as he gripped your arms. “Because the only way for me to be happy, if I am with you [F/N]! Not someone else, I need you!”

You both stared intensely at each other for a moment, breathing heavily, before pulling each other into a long passionate kiss. Your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair, and his around your waist. That kiss, lead to several more, until it turned into something else entirely.

You did although, eventually stop, and laid next to each other, eventually drifting off to a, surprisingly peaceful, sleep.


The morning came much too quickly. Sunlight seeped through the cell walls falling across Damian’s unconscious face. You observed his slumbering features, a small smile danced across your lips as you began to play with his raven black hair, twisting the semi long strands around your fingers.

Damian groggily opened his eyes and turned over on his side to face you. He pressed his forehead against yours, and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“God morning Dami.” You said softly, looking lovingly into his eyes.

“Good morning beloved,” He mumbled in a gravelly morning voice.


I would love to tell you that this is how our story ends, that you and Damian remained in each other’s arms, living happily ever after. That your father had miraculously grown a heart that night and decided to let you go to live out the rest of your lives. But that is sadly, not how our story ends. In fact, the worst has still yet to come.

Why She Left- Part Four, Only Human

A/N: This is the second to last part, which I will post tomorrow

Sam found you had swept some of the snow off and were sitting on the steps outside, humming to yourself watching the sunrise. You looked too calm for what had just happened to you. You were only wearing a tank-top and jeans, so he took off his jacket and wrapped it around you. “You’re going to get sick if you stay out here like that” he said, after sitting down next to you. “Oh, yeah. That will be my downfall” you replied sarcastically, snapping your head to look at him. Despite being so much smaller than him, that made him instinctively scoot away a few inches. “Y/N this is something you… never should have had to go through, I know you probably hate me and we got off on the wrong foot, but I would really love it if you could stay.” After a moment you nodded, then looked back at the sunrise. This exact place is where you could be found the next few days around this time taking pictures.

Sometimes the boys would bring you food or hot chocolate, but other than a thank you, you hardly interacted with them. One day when Castiel walked out of the bunker he began to panic because you weren’t outside or in your room. He suddenly found himself with a face full of snow and could hear your laughter in the distance.

When you and Cas (still covered in snow) walked inside, Sam looked at you with a confused look on his face. You tried to keep a straight face as Cas said with a scowl, “She hid behind the door and attacked me, it is cold… and wet.” By the time he had finished his sentence, you were laughing uncontrollably. Sam smiled at the fact that you finally seemed to be adjusting to living with them. You started hanging out in the library more and eventually going out on hunts with them. They watched you closely as you still relied on your powers, but so far there had not been any negative affects.

No one knew what you did in your room but around the holidays you started spending a lot of time in there with the door locked. Even though there were not any decorations, or even mentions of Christmas, you were extremely excited when the actual day came around. You had a present for each of them under the table as you waited nervously for them to wake up, or just stop watching Netflix, in Cas’ case. You heard footsteps and knew who it was before he was in the room, “Hi, dad!” you called out, “How’d you know it was me?” he asked, sleepily rubbing his hand across his face, “You always set your alarm for the same time, merry Christmas!” you said cheerfully reaching under the table to grab his gift. He opened it and was amazed by the drawing you had made him. It was a drawing of you and him sitting on the front steps of the bunker from a picture Dean had taken. “Holy crap Y/N/N, this is amazing, is this why you’ve been locked up in your room so much?” “Yep, along with Uncle Dean and Cas’.” Dean and Cas came in at different times not much later. You had draw Dean the Impala, and Cas a drawing of a picture you took of a bee on a flower.

One day at about 10 am none of the boys had seen you outside so Dean went to see if you had slept in, which you would do on occasion if you had stayed up drawing or reading late. When he walked into your room, you and all of your belongings were gone.

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S.Coups Seventeen // Come Along

  Dating a kpop idol is definitely not easy. Especially when you are not and idol yourself. Then you can hardly ever do anything normal like how you used to. But one thing that is worse than all of those, is that when that idol goes on tour for a few months and you don’t get to see them for a long period of time.

   My boyfriend, S.coups, and his band are going on tour soon. Only in a couple of weeks. And I am dreading it because I don’t want him to leave. I try my very best not to seem down about it, but he can always tell.

  I love the fact that he is going to perform for his fans and make them all happy. That is why I am trying to stay positive. Even for the fans who don’t like me. I have gotten used to that. I don’t think I will ever get used to Seungcheol leaving like that a lot. He walked into my room and snapped me out of my thought. I was just laying in bed, having just woken up. He had a huge smile on his face.

  “What?” I questioned him. He moved over to the bed and sat down. I sat up and looked at him. He just leaned over and showed me his phone. His messages were pulled up.

  “Read them.” He instructed me. He handed over his phone. I felt like I was being rude for reading his messages but he wanted me to. I looked at Seungcheol giving him an unsure look and he just nodded and urged me read. I looked down at the blue text bubbles and read them from the beginning of the convo to the end. I was shocked. I just looked at him again and set his phone down and gave him a big hug.

  I was finally allowed to come on tour with them! He got up and pulled me out of bed and spun me around. This was the best news that I have gotten all month. I finally get to spend time with him. Oh I can only imagines how much fun it was going to be in different places.

  “Babe! Do you know what this means?!”

  “Of course I know what this means! You dummy.” I told him.

  “We are going to many different cities in Korea and a few around. We are going out of the country too. We are leaving in 2 weeks so I suggest you start thinking of preparing. We are going to be gone for 2 months.” Seungcheol explained.

  “This is going to feel like vacation. Oh this is great!” I was still in his arms. I leaned my head down and sweetly kissed him on his sweet lips.

  ~Admin Liz