this is what happens when it's late and i'm not sleepy :)

nebulasarah  asked:

okay this probably really weird but ive never seen hannibal or even know what its about for aome reason i think its about cannibalism??? idk ive only seen pics of some dude covered in blood???? anywho is it canon tht the dude with curls and hannibal r in love? like ive seen weird neck grips super gay lines and apparently they fell off a cliff while embracing each other?? is this Canon or just a classic case of queerbaiting?

Hannigram is 100% real and canon

(actual line from the show) 

And later Gillian Anderson says to Will Graham “could he daily feel a stab of hunger for you and find nourishment at the very sight of you? Yes, but do you ache for him” (what’s the point of asking that question if the answer is not gonna be yes in the end?)

It just happens that today we are in a 3 day con with the showrunner and the actor above (Hugh Dancy) and they keep reaffirming Hannibal and Will are in love, and yes they survived. 

The realtionship in the show is not something “only the audience will pick it up” even characters from the show acknowledge the relationship, they see they have a complicated and full of profound love relationship, even if they don’t approve of it.

Even a reporter straight out calls Hannibal and Will “murder husbands”.

Hugh Dancy just revealed us in this con that Will never thought Hannibal could love him back, because he thought him incapable of love but still Hannibal spends all S3 saying Will Graham makes him feel love.

(after seeing Will for a long time)

Hannibal is even jealous of the people in Will’s lives, and when Will maries a woman he even gets 10x more bitchy and even reminds Will they had a daughter together (and later calls him family)

The cast is also amazing and celebrates the ship and supports it. The showrunner Bryan Fuller has bought an anthology of Hannigram works, is right now at the con saying how are Will and Hannibal in bed (they switch), he lived tweeted with the fandom and everytime there is a hannigram moment he said it.

Some antis say Bryan Fuller queerbaits but he explained many times he didn’t make them kiss at the end because it didn’t felt right for the characterization of that moment, you can’t throw a tropey movie kiss after Will Graham spent 3 seasons being in denial, the mood had to be right. Season is supposed to explore that new relationship they are going to have, where they are finally honest with each other about their feelings. But seriously Will’s action in the last season say it all…it doesn’t need a kiss.

Hugh Dancy and Mads Mikkelsen gave us a many headcanons for the upcoming season, so they are not “no homo” ing all like other actors :))) they even say they are in love (how canon is that?!)

This show is no Sherock or Supernatural and Bryasn Fuller is the anti-thesis to Moffat, so please check it out, if you only want a kiss to be proven canon then wait for S4 but everything they do during the 3 seasons show Will and Hannibal’s feelings for each other

anonymous asked:

Would you do another thing with Daja? Or maybe Lark or Rosethorn. Because I'm currently questioning and I envy the easy acceptance of their gayness/bisexuality. There's no way in hell my family would be okay with me not being straight so yeah, I'd kinda like to live vicariously through them for a bit sorry for asking.

don’t ever be sorry for asking kindly for things, nonny. this one’s all yours.

when they come home from namorn, a lot of things happen—

little bear comes running and cleans all their faces while briar complains about his manly pride and nice clothes (he gives the old pup a belly rub later, when no one but daja can see him go soft and tired, because he knows she will not taunt or comfort, just stand). 

glaki comes pounding out of discipline cottage, wraps around tris like the vegetable garden is twining around briar, the way evvy is pretending she doesn’t want to, and tris pets glaki’s hair and tries not to remember how much she has grown without her.

sandry will step back into her uncle’s court the next day, and she will be sure, suddenly more sure than she’d been the whole ride back, that she had made the right decision. the citadel will smell like sealing wax and old stone and dried ink. when she steps into her uncle’s study, there will be a mantle of responsibility returned to her shoulders that is just the right weight, that is just what she wants. her uncle will look up from his letters and the light of pride in his eyes will be better than all the riches and legacy of the inheritance that she signed away to a good man. 

for now, though: “i thought the snow might give your roots frostbite,” evvy sniffs at briar. 

“doubting my training,” rosethorn warns. “i taught my boy better than that." 

it’s when rosethorn hugs briar that evvy breaks down and squeezes him tight around the ribs. briar presses one cheek into evvy’s kerchief, tangles a hand in rosethorn’s habit and doesn’t let go until he knows he can grin like he can’t smell woodsmoke on even this peaceful air. 

while glaki chases chime around the yard, tris watching like the fond sister she pretends she’s not, while briar teases evvy and sandry buries her face in the sensible cotton smell of lark, daja slips out the garden gate. 

daja climbs over the flat walks of winding circle until she finds frostpine’s forge, its little bedroom tucked above it, the sharp scents of the metals and the rounded undertone of coal and wood. she wishes everything else were so easy to distinguish by smell as copper and tin, gold and iron. 

his hug is bone-crushing, acrid, and his eyes are clever and dark when he pulls back and looks at her. frostpine gives her a spare apron of his that she’s almost big enough to wear now and a hammer that’s swimming with his magics and they strike metal, shape and sweat in silence until the day is over. daja makes hinges and crafts sigils for some heavy lock boxes that she’s sure even briar would have trouble breaking into. she makes a bucketful of nails, for old times’ sake. 

they forsake the warmth of the baths, after, and go plunge into the sea instead, like they’re hot steel they want to quench. daja’s not sure she’s the right temperature for this, the right hue of glowing red. what if it makes her brittle, not strong? what if her ore was poor quality in the first place? a trader turned lugsha, who weaseled her way back in; a woman who loves beautiful women and then leaves them. 

frostpine gets the story out of her, because he is safe the way she has known few men to ever be, because there are few people more patient in silence than she is but he is one. daja has never had a broken heart before, and she has never been one for many words, but she tries to explain. 

sandry will try to help—she will take daja out riding, keep her moving, because that is how sandry outruns her griefs, always has. she pours her heart into other things, other work. 

tris will give her books to read, because they give you a way out to better things, because they give you something to put between your face and a world that’s not interested in looking at you right. 

briar will take her out to meet pretty young women, like delicate flowers, and daja will feel sooty no matter how well she scrubs her smiths’ hands clean. 

but frostpine listens quietly. he asks her if she can smell the little bits of metal in the waves, the buried treasure far offshore. “your nose has gotten better,” he says. “i’m sorry about rizu.” they dry off, then soak in the communal baths after all, and then he walks her back to discipline. he kisses her on the forehead, warm hands on her cheeks, bristling beard ticking her nose, and says, “you might want to talk to your foster mothers.” 

"you know, rosie broke my heart once,” lark says companionably, when daja does ask, shyly, over tea and honey and milk. rosethorn blushes furiously and daja stares. lark starts to tell a story and rosethorn stomps off to find a stronger tea. 

they tell daja stories of lark the young acrobat, who fell in love with every pretty girl who came to her shows and didn’t kiss one. it’s late and they are all sleepy, guards down, when rosethorn talks about the first boy she loved, haystacks and very young promises, angry fathers. lark was the fourth woman rosethorn decided to love, and the other three names roll off rosethorn’s tongue, easy. daja listens hard for something like sorrow, like regret, and doesn’t hear it. 

“we are a lot more than the places we have decided to lay down bits of our heart,” says lark, “or the people we have offered to give our hearts to. but that’s one part of you all the same: who and what and how you love. i know it hurts right now, chickadee, but you loved her and she loved you. that matters, no matter if it lasts. living, you get bruises. you get strong muscles and bones that don’t heal right. you get so many homes and broken hearts. you live in all those places and you don’t always get to choose which ones to keep.”

“you’re a hardy one,” says rosethorn. “you’ll outlive it.”

“what rosie means is: we love you, and we’re here if you need it.”

after, daja climbs up to the thatched roof where they watched clouds get born as children. the sun is rising. she has her heavy brass-tipped staff and her own smallest chisel. she wants to carve something into the metal here, into the life’s story written out in the circling design. it might be rizu’s name. it might be her own. 

ladyoftheshrimp  asked:

Dude! It's stupid o'clock in the morning and I'm on duty tired as anything and our phone lines are messing up. Hilarious considering this is a phone service. I would spam you with things but the app is broken so I can't. Have the image of Graves working too much and collapsing in bed like a burrito which is how Newt finds him. He wakes him up briefly to make him at least have a hot chocolate for dinner then they snuggle up and snore in concert.

Friend o’mine, I got chu. I’m going to go ahead and give Graves a quirk of mine, since I think it fits what you got above. ♡

Please forgive the historical inaccuracy (the machinery existed, but wasn’t prevalent - but whatever, it’s fanfiction anyway. XD)

Walking past his little makeshift cot in favor of climbing the ladder and going to his partner’s bed gives Newt a little thrill of joy that has not yet ceased to make itself known each and every night. They’ve been together for a few months now - and while they’re not always in the bed at the same time, Newt loves that he has someone to share it with. Thick mattress and soft blankets and plush pillows. He’s nearly salivating just thinking about it.

But as he exits his case and reaches the stairs of Graves’ home, he finds himself pausing at a peculiar development. There’s a trail of clothing leading up the stairs. It starts first with Graves scarf - limp and spiraling down the bottom first steps. Newt grabs it with gentle hands and preciously folds it before setting it to hang on the banister. Next, just a few steps up, is first one shoe - then the other. He magics them to their normal place at the door, baffled. 

Graves is a meticulous man. He has a routine that he abides by without mercy. Every evening when he comes home, he first hangs his scarf and coat on the rack, then sits on the seat in their foyer to remove his shoes and neatly set them beneath his coat. He then goes to the bedroom to finish removing any unnecessary clothing for a man at home; his vest, his socks and garters, his belt. He unbuttons his cuffs and the top few buttons of his shirt, and removes his tie - revealing creamy skin and a little wisp of hair - and carefully sets his stickpins and cuff links in their little tray. 

And then he goes to the sitting room to laze in his chair. He sips on brandy by the fire and continues to go over casework, and doesn’t make a peep of protest when Newt eventually joins him - smelling of creatures and sweat and manual labor - and slinks into his lap like a great cat. Graves just adjusts his work so that he might support Newt in his arms and still read his files. It takes soft kisses up his jaw line to coax the work away. To bring the man back home. Gentle lips against a day’s worth of scruff until finally those brown eyes, tired from so much reading, are focused solely on Newt.

But not today.

Today, Newt finds Graves’ elaborate coat sprawled on the floor at the top of the steps; forgotten. He finds next the man’s belt trailing like a great snake in the middle of the hall, his cuff links and stickpins glimmering innocently on the decorative table of their hallway - one quite close to falling off the edge. Next, his socks and garters. His vest, his shirt, his tie. 

All leading to their little nook of a laundry room. He finds the dryer door open, heat still emanating from it’s depths, and frowns.

Sure enough, he finds a familiar lump of blankets atop their bed. If not for the pale bottom of one foot sticking out (and the knowledge that Graves was rather attentive about making the bed each and every morning), Newt might’ve mistaken the lump for a heap of undone bedding and nothing more. 

Newt chuckles, a soft fondness burning away some of the exhaustion and concern from his face.

“Hard day?” He asks as he comes to sit beside where he thinks the man’s head might be tucked away. 

All that comes back is a rather un-Percival like grumble.

Newt smiles. Even from where he sits he can feel the heat of the blankets that wrap Graves up from head to toe. Steamy and delicious against the crisp fall bite slowly bleeding into the air of New York City. 

To have chosen to use their little dryer instead of magic… Newt knew the man must be exhausted. It only makes him feel all the more guilty when he gently leans over the bundle of fabrics and pries the tucked corner aside - revealing a rather grumpy looking and sleepy face.

“Have you eaten?” He asks, trying not to smile - still all too able to recall what happened the last time he dare called Percival Graves cute.

Another grumble as Graves tries to burrow his face back into the depths of his molten cocoon; grumpy, because he knows what’s surely coming.

“Percy, you must eat,” he urges gently, fingers at the man’s baby soft hair - free of pomade, he notes. He’d leave the poor man to his own machinations if he hadn’t been working himself so hard lately. If Newt hadn’t noticed the dark circles growing beneath his eyes or the way his belt had to be notched a hole tighter lately. If he hadn’t noticed the way Graves felt cold a lot, recently, or how he tired quicker. Fall was coming. The season would not wait for Graves to catch up. 

“But it’s warm now,” Graves mumbles, and if anyone were to ask he would deny it was a whine until his dying day. Gone is the normally terse director, replaced by soft human flesh and sleepy lashes and a dazed mind. It is odd, to see the man like this. It makes Newt’s chest tight.

“I’ll heat it for you again, love,” Newt promises with a fond smile. “Up you get. Dinner, and then we’ll both wrap up in some freshly heated sheets. How’s that sound?” 

Newt can’t help but laugh when Graves tries his last card and turns to better face him, a sultry (if a touch sleepy) look on his face when he purrs, “Or you could join me now.”

Newt leans in to kiss first his forehead, then both of his sleepy eyes before purring back into his mouth, “Dinner, then sleep or I’ll take the blankets for myself and leave you here to shiver.”

And when all Graves does is pout at him (another thing he would deny), too sleepy to argue, Newt chuckles and kisses him chastely. He loves this man too much to let him starve, let alone sleep with no bedfellow. 

Ah, love… 

But that’s a discussion for another time, he decides, as he takes his sleepy lover by the hand and leads the blanket swaddled director to the kitchen.

Dinner, then bed; limbs entangled, noses touching. Snoring in quiet symphony.

Summer Night (Modern AU)

Originally posted by soracormac

Pairing: Shay Cormac x reader

Word Count: 2,123

Note: This was a random little something I wrote in two hours for @shay-makes-my-luck / @waterbird-loves-pasteis


Shay… can you not?” You mumbled as an elbow nudged your lower back.

This was the fifth time one of his limbs had come into contact with your body in less than an hour. Honestly, you were about ready to pull out the duct tape and strap him down to the goddamned bed if he didn’t stop with his tossing and turning.

“I’m hot…” He sleepily replied, his words barely intelligible. The man was obviously half-asleep still.

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Burning Love

This AU story is based on the Romeo and Juliet play of the game Daughter of the Dusk, with Roy and Riza as the protagonists. This is a very extended version of it and I took my liberties, but I’m sure you’ll still recognize the dialogues that have been translated and been around Tumblr for a while. I hope you enjoy this! :)


The annual military ball was held on a beautiful summer night. Central City was famous for its rich people’s taste in fine wine, orchestral music, excessive meals, eccentric clothing and masquerades. Big celebrations that only reunited the best of the best. And this night’s celebration was no exception.

Roy Mustang was a young soldier; handsome, kind, well educated. He was never one to question orders or break the rules.

Roy had little interest in the party he and his family had attended. Everybody danced happily, but he roamed the room in search of something that would catch his eye. He stopped by the fish tanks, they were big and full of colorful, beautiful creatures. He wished he’d be swimming right now, just like the fishes. While dancing was nice, he only enjoyed it the rare times his partner happened to be someone of his liking.

As they moved, many fishes met for a moment in the middle of the tank, and Roy saw his reflection on the glass. He was wearing an orange mask with yellow feathers. He smiled to himself, and when the fishes went their separate ways, the face he saw on the glass was a different one. Big brown eyes blinked at him, and Roy sat up straight, aware that there was someone on the other side.

He walked around the tank and saw her. The most beautiful lady he had laid eyes upon. Long, blonde hair, such a fair face, eyes he could die for. He saw her soul in them, and he felt immediately attracted. She enchanted him at first sight.

The woman smiled shyly at him, but didn’t make a move as she stared right back.

“My name is Roy, I’m an Amestrian soldier,” he said to her. He extended his hand at her. “Would you honor me with a dance?”

The woman took his hand and nodded. “Of course.”

They danced together for what felt like hours. Roy held the lady by the waist and guided her across the room. Her gentle touch on his shoulder felt shockingly warm, the kind of warmth Roy knew he couldn’t let go. They looked into each other’s eyes, which shone bright like the stars, and without a word they fell into the deepest of seas and drowned in the sweetest of waters.

The band playing the music took a rest, and Roy and the lady stopped dancing for a moment. She got closer to him, internally debating with herself whether she should kiss him, for he had become a gentleman she wanted to be held by, for at least the rest of the night.

She extended her hand to his face and pulled off his mask, revealing Roy’s handsome face. She blinked and tilted her head, observing him for a moment.

“I think… I’ve seen you before.”

Roy raised his eyebrows. “Oh! Well… maybe you’ve seen me in past military events? The Mustang family has been in the military for generations.”

Riza gasped. “You’re a Mustang.”

He smiled lovingly. “Indeed.”

They heard another song being played, and Roy moved to hold the lady tight again, but she broke the embrace and stepped back.

“I’m very sorry, Roy Mustang” she said. “I must leave now.”

Roy frowned sadly, suddenly confused and disappointed, and walked up to her.

“Wait, Miss! May I have your name?”

She sighed and turned around. “I’m… Riza.”

He put a hand on his chest. “Ah… such beautiful name for such beautiful woman.”

Riza smiled shyly at him, like the first time her eyes made contact with his.

Roy took a step forward. “I must say, Riza… my heart is burning with love for you.”

Riza blushed heavily. “Did… did I cause such thing?”

Roy touched her arm and looked at her tenderly. “You—”

“No, I’m sorry,” she interrupted. “I must go.”

Riza ran toward the exit, her full-length gown’s tale floating in the air behind her as she made her way. Appalled, Roy tried to follow her, but some dancing couples got in the way, and he soon lost sight of Riza. By the time he reached the entrance, she was gone.

Riza hid in the shadows, around the corner of the building. She could see Roy from there, looking desperately for her. Her heart pounded strongly, and she touched her chest with worry.

“What is happening to me? This feeling in my chest…” she took a peak at Roy again, “…what is it?”

She couldn’t go back to him, no matter how much she wanted to. He was a Mustang, after all. And her family, the Hawkeyes, had always been an enemy of his. They could never be together.


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just the two of us (hogwarts au) part nine - shalaska - pureCAMP

A/N - i can’t apologise enough for how long this has taken me to write. i know you’re all expecting party, and i promise i will start on that as soon as i can. it’s much easier to write with somebody else, which is why mean queens chapters tend to get written in one day and submitted, however writing alone is hard and takes me much longer, so i’m sorry if you’re not enjoying mean queens and prefer my other fics. i really am sorry, recently it’s been tough to write through school work and my debilitating mental health, but we won’t get into that because it’s sad. all you need to know is that i feel awful and I'm very sorry i haven’t delivered this quickly. i hope you like it anyways <3

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ONE MORE CHANCE by 1Q96 (on AO3)

This is a story filled with angsty internal monologues, long drives, awkward encounters, sappy love ballads, late night movie marathons, endless conversations about feelings, sleepy subway rides, and a few spontaneous kisses.
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Staff Sergeant Alexander Lightwood of the US Marine Corps. took a two-week leave from his deployment in Korea so he could attend his brother’s wedding in their hometown of Alicante, New York. Going back home for the wedding meant seeing some familiar faces; so what happens when he’s forced to meet up again with his former childhood best friend and the love of his life, Magnus Bane, a few years after their tragic break-up?

Malec “Ex-Lovers to Friends to Best Friends to Lovers (again)” AU!

anonymous asked:

OH, IF YOU DON'T MIND, could you possibly do a part 2 of the Host & his girlfriend with a baby, except it's about a year after, and they've got a baby of their own...? I'm just so weak for the Host. And for fluff. And for babies. (I've got a nephew, too. He's a little over 3 months now and I love him to pieces, so I feel you) ❤❤

(I have to force myself to cut these off because I love writing them so much and I’d legit just write for hours if I didn’t)

-for months after the fiasco with the lost baby, you and The Host were in a bit of a honeymoon phase
-he’d expressed how much he wanted to try to have a baby with you after the incident
-the two of you tried for a few months, and it seemed like it wouldn’t ever happen
-he always blamed himself, saying that it was his fault that he couldn’t get you pregnant, that it was his fault because of his gift or his accident
-he worried himself to the point that he called the only doctor he trusted to make a house visit to do a check up on him
-the doctor told him that he had nothing to worry about and that he was absolutely healthy and also that he needed to stop stressing about it because that didn’t help either
-so, with a lifted conscience, he relayed the information to you and you both agreed to just let things happen as they were meant to
-about a month later, you woke up to the most strange, uncomfortable feeling
-you soon realized that you were going to throw up and you leaped out of bed to run to the bathroom, leaning over the toilet and retching up the contents of your stomach
-you felt his hands on your back a moment later
-“baby are you alright?” his sleepy voice was concerned
-you couldn’t answer at the moment, but he sat next to you and held your hair away from your face and stroked your back comfortingly
-“haven’t puked since I was a kid” you muttered, feeling lightheaded and woozy
-he reached around you and flushed the toilet and then pulled you into his chest
-“do you think…?” He asked slowly
-you could feel his heart racing
-“let me…mmmh…let me brush my teeth and settle stomach and I’ll run out to get some pregnancy tests”
-he was so sweet and attentive to you, leading you back to the bed after you rinsed your mouth and brushed your teeth
-he made you some plain toast and brought you some water
-a few hours later you left and he gave you a soft lingering kiss
-you came back with a few different tests and he waited with you silently while you took them
-you watched as his lips moved silently and he was barely whispering, you couldn’t make it out, although it was very comforting
-ten minutes later you took a deep shuddering breath, and looked at them
-and then you let out a shocked laugh
-“baby, it’s…they’re…” happy tears streamed down your face as you threw your arms around his neck “they’re positive” you whispered
-he shouted out a laugh and picked you up
-you wrapped your legs around his waist and he kissed you passionately before taking you back into the bedroom
-he laid you onto the bed and pulled your shirt over your belly, fingers tracing your skin
-“we’re going to be parents…I’m-im gonna be a dad”
-he was so sweet throughout your pregnancy
-he had ordered several books in Braille about parenting and you sometimes woke up in the middle of the night to find him with one hand absently rubbing your back as the other one trailed over the pages
-he talked to your stomach once you started showing
-you had a doctors appointment every month, and you were prepared to go by yourself because you didn’t expect him to leave the cabin, but when he donned a pair of blinding glasses on the day of your first appointment, you could have sobbed with emotions running wild
-he went to every single one with you, gripping your hand tightly
-he was terrified to be out of his environment but knowing that he was with you calmed him
-you didn’t find out the gender because neither of you had a preference
-when you actually had the baby, you opted for a home birth, and his doctor came to help you deliver
-it was a long, agonizing process and took what seemed like an eternity
-when you heard the tiny wails of a baby, it was all worth it.
-you had a beautiful baby girl and you were so in love with her as soon as she was put into your arms
-he was so happy, and did everything he could to help you
-your heart swelled every time he said how much he loved “his girls”
-he took such good care of her
-he was basically the perfect father, absolutely doting on her and spending as much time as possible with her
-his fingers always traced over her face, as if he wanted to memorize it
-he would touch his own face after that and then yours
-“she’s got your nose, but my lips.” He said in awe
-he set aside money for her out of every payment he got from hosting late night shows on the radio
-he wanted her to have everything in the world
-he was so sweet, telling her new stories every night before you put her to sleep
-he got very good at changing her clothes and changing her diapers because he refused to not know how to do it just because he couldn’t see
-he loved being able to mash up foods for her when she was finally able to eat solids
-bath time was his favorite bonding time with her
-and when she turned a year old, you found him sitting on your bed, tears streaming down his face
-“I love her so much, I can’t imagine our lives without her now” he had told you
-“I know…i um. I’d like to maybe talk about…having another? She’d love having a brother or sister..”

Graduation Imagine
  • It's been a long senior year and you've finally made it to graduation. You're laying in bed, excited to finally start your life. But then you realize; (TC's name) will no longer be your teacher. You get this intense feeling of dread in your stomach.
  • You: (thinking) fuck. I can't believe it's over. How am I going to get through this? It's the last time I'll see him. School isn't the only thing that's going to be over with... Tomorrow is the last day I'll ever get to see his smile, his eyes, his everything. I'll never hear his voice again.
  • You start to panic and you end up falling asleep because all the stress made you sleepy.
  • You wake up the next morning and you instantly remember TODAY is the last day. You get sick to your stomach but you pulled yourself together.
  • You: (thinking) Well today's the day... I should have prepared myself for this. I knew it was going to happen but time flew by so quick. This can't be happening.
  • You get ready for graduation and you look beautiful as fuck. You and your family drive to the school and on the way there all you can feel is your stomach turning. Wishing time would stop or you could relive the last couple of months. When you and your family arrive at the school, you don't want to get out of the car. You just use the excuse that you don't feel good to stay in the car just a little longer. But then it was time to go in. Time to face your reality.
  • You walk into the school and out of all people who could have been standing 10ft in front of you helping your soon to be former classmates, it's (TC's name). You immediately stop and look at him and his eyes lock with yours. He smiles at you but you can't even smile back because you know what is about to happen.
  • You: (to your parent/sibling) oh my god I'll be right back.
  • You run into the bathroom and lock yourself in.
  • You: (thinking) This can't be happening. How dare he smile at me when he knows it's the last day I will ever see him. Gosh, I fucking hate this. How can he be so calm about this? Why isn't he showing any emotions? Maybe all this time I was wrong. Maybe he doesn't like me at all. Maybe I don't matter to him.
  • You start having a panic attack but you hear a knock on the bathroom door. You pull yourself together and wipe the tears off your face. You open the door and pretend like your fine. It's your best friend.
  • BFF: What the hell? What's wrong? Why have you been crying? Are you okay? Who do I need to kill?
  • You: (slight laugh) Nobody. I'm just emotional that this is the last day of high school. I'm really going to miss this place. It's actually over.
  • BFF: Who cries this much over school? I've known you for years, all you wanted was for school to end. Are you sure there's nothing else going on?
  • You: (thinking) Yeah, I wanted school to be over with. But that was before I fell in love with (TC's name).
  • You: ... Nothing is going on ...
  • BFF: I can tell when you're lying to me so tell me the truth, please. I want to help you.
  • You: You'll think I'm a freak or think it's gross.
  • BFF: C'mon if I thought you were a freak I wouldn't have been your friend for this many years. It can't be that bad. You can trust me.
  • You: Fine... I'm in love with (TC's name) and today is the last day we will ever see each other.
  • BFF: WAIT YOU LIKE (TC'S NAME)??? HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON?
  • You: (however many years or months)... I don't just like him. I love him.
  • BFF: Does he know?
  • You: Of course not. He'd never feel the same way about me so why would I risk everything we have and make everything complicated?
  • BFF: Tell him. What's the worst that can happen now? The worst thing that could possibly happen is that he'll reject you but that's his loss. You're an amazing beautiful woman. If he can't see that then you need to find someone who will see that.
  • You: I can't just tell him... He'll think I'm weird.
  • BFF: Here, lets go. We are going to be late if we don't hurry up. We will think of something.
  • You and your BFF go get your graduation gowns from (TC's name). You and (TC's name) make awkward eye contact and you both smile at each other. You and your BFF start walking to where all the other students are.
  • BFF: He totally likes you. I can tell.
  • You: Please don't get my hopes up like that. I don't want to be let down even more.
  • BFF: I'm sorry...
  • -To save time I'm skipping to the part where you walk across the stage to get your diploma.-
  • You walk up on stage and you're more nervous than you've ever been. You walk up to (TC's name) and he gives you the brightest smile ever.
  • TC: (Your name), congratulations.
  • He hands you your diploma and you two get close together so the photographer can take your picture. The photographer takes the picture when suddenly...
  • TC: (whispering in your ear) I know you like me.
  • You: Oh my god what? (Your face turns really red)
  • TC: Congratulations again!
  • You are in shock. You walk off stage and sit back down in your chair.
  • You: (thinking) What just happened? Did I hear him right? Did he just tell me he KNOWS he likes me? What the fuck?
  • The graduation ceremony ends and you're with all your friends and family in the lobby taking pictures together. (TC's name)comes up to your group.
  • TC: Mind if I have a picture with the new graduate?
  • BFF: SURE!
  • You: (thinking)Oh my gosh, why is all this happening? Why does he want to take a picture with me?
  • You and (TC's name)smile for the picture.
  • TC: can I see the picture?
  • BFF: Yes!
  • TC: (takes your phone and sets a reminder to pop up on your phone for 10pm) Awesome picture!
  • Your TC smiles and walks away. You noticed he was typing while he was supposed to be looking at the picture but you can't find anything. So you forget about it. You and your family go home and have a home celebration. There's gifts, cake and family. You are very tired from the stressful day so you cut the party short and get ready for bed around 9pm. You take a shower and put your night clothes on and you get all comfy in bed. You're laying in bed and you feel your phone buzz. You roll over thinking it was another text from someone congratulating you for graduating. But you were wrong. Your TC put a reminder on your phone to go off at this time. You read it and your heart stops for a good minute.
  • Reminder:
  • I've been waiting a long time to kiss you. Come kiss me.(Address).
  • -(TC's initials)
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  • This was my first ever long imagine so please, give me some credit lol. I tried my best.
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Request: Could I request a little fluffy fic with Connor?

A/N: Man… I love Connor. Want to give him all the kisses, all day, every day, to be honest. Also a little short, I apologize!

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Title: What You Are In The Dark
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Pairings: Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi
Words: 2157
Summary: Late nights aren’t anything new.
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This is the fic I wrote for @yankasmiles for the @tsukyamgiftexchange! Enjoy!~


Lil note: Okay it’s time for a super embarrassing confession and I hope this isn’t too weird but here we go. So when I first got the message in my inbox like “you will be making a gift for: yankasmiles” I kind of panicked. I saved this as “oh no oh no oh no” in my google docs. I’m a huge fan (I typed fuge han at first lmao) of yours and I admire you so much, both as an artist/general content creator and as a person, and I was really nervous writing this because I’m like “omg what if it’s actually good and Yanka likes it and we start talking and we’re kinda friends??!?!!” because yeah I’m a very shy bean. I just want to talk tsukyam with you because you’re the actual Tsukyam Queen and I’m rambling now but I hope this isn’t too awkward and I really hope you like this!! Happy holidays and happy 2017!!!

Also, thanks to @violet-boy for betaing! You deserve the world <3


The poster is neat and organized, just the way Kei likes it. All the outlining is done, the title’s written at the top in purple pen in a simple but interesting script filled with loops and swirls - thanks to Tadashi, of course; Kei’s never been artsy enough for anything like that - and the pictures are laid out in columns, waiting to be glued down. It isn’t anywhere near finished, sure, but it looks good for what it is. And it’ll get done before tomorrow morning. Somehow.

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Not a Morning Person

(tumblr. please stop hating me…)

So this is for Franzi’s (@faith-in-dean) April Writing Challenge and I know its late - sorry!

Prompt: “And I tell you it was huge!”

Pairing: Sam x Reader (Dean x One Night Stand)

Warnings: interrupted smut, sleep deprived reader, grumpy Dean, oversharing one night stand, Sammy being Sammy.

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Originally posted by supernaturalmentalhealthimagines


Dean had kept you up all night with a blonde from the local bar, and now said blonde was trying to explain to you absolutely everything about Dean. Between your not listening and not caring you heard her mention Dean’s member, for the man who felt like a brother to you - you did not need, nor want, to know more than you already did.

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Lucaya One Shot

“Conjugate the verb ‘to be’”

“What does that even mean?” Maya groaned, letting her head fall into her hands against the library table.

Lucas rolled his eyes and tried to take a deep breath to compose himself before responding. “Être, Maya.”

She picked her head up and looked tiredly at the boy who was trying so hard to help her pass this French midterm. “Lucas, it’s almost two in the morning and we have been trying this for hours now and we haven’t gotten anywhere. I’m going to fail and I’m ready to except that, can we just give up already?”

“No,” he shook his head and spoke sternly. “You asked me to help you study so that you could get a passing grade and that is what I am going to do. Now drink some more red bull and conjugate the verb.”

It was her turn to roll her eyes as she took a giant slug of her fourth energy drink of the night. He watched her as she stared at the flash card he held up to her and squinted, as if the closer she looked the easier it may be to remember. She finally threw her pen down in frustration and covered her face with her hands.

“I can’t remember any of this! I’ve been taking this class for months now and I still can’t even remember the easiest verb, this is pathetic!”

Lucas put the flash card down on the table and took a sip of his own energy drink that may have had a bit more than just red bull in it. “Vous en pensez trop durement,” he mumbled to himself more so than her.

“I know!” She groaned, looking at him again. “There is just too much to remember!”

He looked at her with wide eyes. “Maya, you understood me.”

She looked back at him confused, clearly not picking up on what had just happened. “Yeah?”

His green eyes lit up with a hope that had left him hours earlier and he threw the flash cards to the floor. “Vous comprenez mieux quand je vous parle!”

“Holy shit!” She exclaimed, joining in his excitement. “I guess I do! Say something else!”

“Cela aurait été une nuit beaucoup plus courte si nous l'avions découvert plus bientôt,” Lucas mumbled again. “Pouvez-vous me répondre?”

She stared at him for a minute in deep thought as she tried to form a sentence. “Je suppose que je n'apprends pas juste conventionnellement.” Her eyes lit up with excitement as she realized he understood her.

“This is amazing,” he beamed at her. “I knew you payed attention in class!”

She blushed a bit, but scoffed to cover it up. “More like I used to watch old French movies with my mom. I guess I picked up a few words here and there over time.”

His green eyes beamed at her and he shook his head adamantly. “You can’t tell me you picked up ‘a few words’ Maya. I knew you had it in you.”

It was then that she noticed the little bit of extra color to his cheeks and how he looked into her eyes a bit longer than usual. “Did you spike your drink Huckleberry?” She asked more amused than anything.

He smirked lazily at her and shrugged. “I had to prepare for a long night, can you blame me?”

She couldn’t help but laugh and shake her head at him. “No, I guess I can’t. Now come on! Talk more French to me!”

He glanced at the clock behind her blonde head and noticed that it was almost 2:30 in the morning and the campus library would be closing soon. “Why don’t we take it back to your dorm. I don’t want to deal with campus security kicking us out.”

Maya nodded and gathered her books while he cleaned up their mess of snacks and empty cans that they had created. They continued studying in Maya’s shared dorm with Riley (that girl could sleep through a damn parade) until some time around dawn when Lucas’ eyelids began to drop.

“You’re not giving up on me yet, cowboy are you?” The blonde teased with way too much energy for it to be so early, or should he say late.

“Mm sleepy,” he slurred in a mixture of intoxication and lack of sleep.

“Sleep is for the weak,” she chuckled right before Riley let out a loud snore from across the room, causing both of them to go into a fit of laughter. “Thanks for helping me, Lucas.”

He opened his eyes completely and smiled at her, crossing his arms behind his neck to lean on. “Hey, I told you I wasn’t giving up on you.”

Even in the dim light of the sunrise and through his buzzed state he could see her cheeks flush as she glanced back down to her notes. “I know. It means a lot.” He closed his eyes, a wide smile on his face and sleep consumed his overtired body a lot quicker than he would like to admit.
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It had felt like only a matter of minutes before he was woken up to the sound of a cheery Maya and a bouncing bed beneath him.

“I think I did it!” She squealed above him. “I understood most of it Lucas! I think I passed!”

He opened his heavy eyelids and let a lazy smile take over his face. He was a bit confused as to why he had woken up in Maya’s bed with her straddling his waist until he remember last night’s cram session. Riley was gone to her English midterm and Maya must have just finished her’s. “That’s amazing,” his raspy morning voice croaked out. “I knew you could do it.”

Her face was lit up brighter than the sun that was desperately trying to make it’s way through the blinds and her eyes were scrunched up in the way that only happened when she was truly happy. “I couldn’t have done it with out you,” she beamed. Before he had a chance to realize what was happening, she had grabbed his face and planted a big, wet kiss on his forehead. She pulled away still smiling until she saw the look of shock on his face and realized what she had done. Her face fell rather quickly and her mouth formed an “o” shape. She began trying to back away to make her way off of him, but he gripped her hips and held her still before she could. He pulled her down against his chest and held her tightly against him.

“I knew you could do it,” he whispered in her ear. He felt her relax in his arms and held her tighter until she returned the gesture. And even though he couldn’t see her face, he knew she was blushing when he said “Je croyais toujours en vous.”

The signs and sleeping
  • Aries: there are two types of sleeping Ariens; one is the "early to bed early to rise" person during the week and parties hard on the weekends, the other parties all week and sleeps all weekend
  • Taurus: you try to keep your sleep schedule pretty regular but you do occasionally have a sleepless night or days when you sleep waaaaayyyyy too much, that doesn't happen often though
  • Gemini: accidentally stays up too late, oversleeps in the morning, panics and rushes around to get ready, says "I'll never do that again". Except they do it every fuckin' day.
  • Cancer: always sleepy as hell no matter how much sleep you've had and you can fall asleep literally anywhere at any time
  • Leo: you tend to stay up late and yet somehow you always look refreshed and on-point even if you got 20 minutes of sleep
  • Virgo: insomnia to the max, your thoughts keep you up. Likely to pass out at school/work, although you usually don't do so intentionally
  • Libra: 8 hours of sleep every night. Most regular sleep schedule of all the signs. We all hate you for it
  • Scorpio: nocturnal. You like to take night classes/3rd shift work when you can. Even if you do have to function during the day you still stay up until 4am. when that happens you nap periodically throughout the day to make up for it
  • Sagittarius: you can go without sleep for a week but when you do finally burn out you will fall asleep literally a n y w h e r e
  • Capricorn: usually pretty regular sleep schedule but if you're super stressed you tend to occasionally suffer from insomnia. Even if you didn't get any sleep you're usually still able to power through the day
  • Aquarius: probably the weirdest sleep schedule. It's hard for you to keep a job or go to class because you tend to have one or two days of no sleep followed by sleeping for 24-48 hours straight
  • Pisces: I'm not entirely sure you're ever awake tbh. If it's something important, you'll wake up long enough to take notes and do what you need to do and then go straight back to bed
438. "Don't give up on us" (Requested)
  • Harry: You've done your best to stay away from social media and gossip but tonight when you were with your friends and someone flipped through the channels and stopped when they saw Harry's name, that changed. 'Harry Styles' new mystery girl.' You heard stuff like this all the time and it wouldn't have phased you if it weren't for the video. They were close, really close, whispering and giggling in some nightclub and then they walked out and he grabbed for her hand and led her into the car. You could feel all of your friends watching you, waiting for a reaction but all you could do for a while was try to blink away the tears forming in your eyes. Eventually you stood up and excused yourself to the bathroom to call Harry. The longer it took for him to answer to harder you started to cry. "Hiya babe!" His voice was sleepy. You couldn't talk, you just quietly sobbed on the other end. "Hello? Love, are you there? You okay ? Are you crying? What happened? Dammit (Y/N) answer me." The fact that he didn't know why you were upset only made you angry. "It's over. I'm done." Your voice was quiet but stern. "What? (Y/N) please. What did I do? You can't just give up on us, please talk to me."
  • Liam: It's been almost a week since you've talked to Liam. They only time you heard from his was when he texted and said 'sooo busy. call soon xx.' You really tried to be understanding but when things got like this it was hard. All you really wanted was to hear his voice but he just didn't have the time. When he finally did call you tried your best not to be angry with him but he wasn't making it easy for you. "Well hello stranger." you teased. "C'mon (Y/N) I've had a long day I don't need your shit too," he snapped at you. "Then maybe you shouldn't have called." "Maybe your right." That's what pushed you over the edge. "Well then maybe this just isn't meant to work out." You could hear him shifting in his seat. "What? That's not what I meant, I'm just crabby..." you cut him off. "I get that. And so am I but I'm not taking it out on you. I'm so done with the excuses Liam, its not fair." You didn't give yourself enough time to process what you were saying you just said it. "(Y/N)" His voice cracked, "Please don't do this. I'm so sorry, really. I'll get better I promise, just please don't give up on us."
  • Louis: It's the longest you and Louis have gone without seeing each other and it's really taken a toll on your relationship. "I miss you so much love. Just come see me." You can practically hear him pouting on the other end. "I miss you too Lou. And you know if I would if I could." But that's not good enough for him. "C'mon, I can get you the next flight out here. You'll be in my arms by morning." You didn't mean to get so angry with him, you just hate when he talks like whatever you're doing isn't nearly as important as him so you should be the one to compromise. "I have a life here Louis. School and internship, that will hopefully turn into a job, sure it's not your glamorous rockstar lifestyle but it's my life and I can't just give it up." You snapped. "I didn't say that." You could hear him getting frustrated. "But it's what you meant. It's what you always mean. I love you but I'm not going to give up my life and future and if that's what you want then this isn't going to work." You could feel the knot building inside your chest. "(Y/N) that's not-I don't-please don't say that. Don't give up on us."
  • Niall: You've been standing in front of the mirror for what seems to be hours; poking, pulling, and prodding at your curves. Whenever you're feeling down on yourself you can always find thousands of people who are more than willing to help point out your flaws. You've been so upset lately and without Niall around to pick you back up, things have gotten bad. You've hardly slept, you can't focus at work, all you could think about was how you weren't good enough for Niall and about everything you're insecure of. When the tears started streaming down your cheeks your phone rang, it was Niall of course. "Hey baby girl! I can't wait for you to come visit...." He was his happy-go-lucky self and you were miserable, he didn't deserve this. "Look Niall," you cut him off. "I think- I just can't do this anymore. It's not fair to you." you croaked. "Whaddya mean?" his voice was small and quiet. "I'm not good for you." "That's for me to decide." He sounded angry now. "Ni, please..." This time he cut you off, "No (Y/N) you can't just...just don't give up on us."
  • Zayn: You've been at each other's throats all week. All you wanted to do when you got home was relax, but Zayn made sure that wouldn't happen. You walked into your house, music blasting, people everywhere and a mixture of alcohol and smoke filled the air. You walked into the kitchen to find Zayn playing beer pong. You stood in front of him waiting for him to explain himself but he never did. "Are you fucking kidding me?" You finally blurted out just when he was throwing the tiny plastic ball, causing it to fall short. "Fuck!" He directed towards you. "What?" He stared at you blankly. You shook your head and ran to your room, you knew Zayn was behind you. You went into your closet and started to pack a bag. "What are you doing?" Zayn stepped towards you. "I'm gonna stay with my sister, clear my head." By now you were fighting back tears. "(Y/N) please. Don't leave." He reached out for you but you pulled away. "I can't keep doing this." You were almost whispering. He stepped closer to you and reached for your cheek, this time you let his fingers brush away your tears. "Please just don't give up on me, on us..."
A letter from Roald Dahl on the subject of vaccinations, in 1986

“Olivia, my eldest daughter, caught measles when she was seven years old. As the illness took its usual course I can remember reading to her often in bed and not feeling particularly alarmed about it. Then one morning, when she was well on the road to recovery, I was sitting on her bed showing her how to fashion little animals out of coloured pipe-cleaners, and when it came to her turn to make one herself, I noticed that her fingers and her mind were not working together and she couldn’t do anything.

“Are you feeling all right?” I asked her.

“I feel all sleepy, ” she said.

In an hour, she was unconscious. In twelve hours she was dead.

The measles had turned into a terrible thing called measles encephalitis and there was nothing the doctors could do to save her. That was twenty-four years ago in 1962, but even now, if a child with measles happens to develop the same deadly reaction from measles as Olivia did, there would still be nothing the doctors could do to help her. On the other hand, there is today something that parents can do to make sure that this sort of tragedy does not happen to a child of theirs. They can insist that their child is immunised against measles. I was unable to do that for Olivia in 1962 because in those days a reliable measles vaccine had not been discovered.

Today a good and safe vaccine is available to every family and all you have to do is to ask your doctor to administer it. It is not yet generally accepted that measles can be a dangerous illness. Believe me, it is. In my opinion parents who now refuse to have their children immunised are putting the lives of those children at risk.

In America, where measles immunisation is compulsory, measles like smallpox, has been virtually wiped out. Here in Britain, because so many parents refuse, either out of obstinacy or ignorance or fear, to allow their children to be immunised, we still have a hundred thousand cases of measles every year.

Out of those, more than 10,000 will suffer side effects of one kind or another.

At least 10,000 will develop ear or chest infections.

About 20 will die.

LET THAT SINK IN.

Every year around 20 children will die in Britain from measles.

So what about the risks that your children will run from being immunised?

They are almost non-existent. Listen to this. In a district of around 300,000 people, there will be only one child every 250 years who will develop serious side effects from measles immunisation! That is about a million to one chance. I should think there would be more chance of your child choking to death on a chocolate bar than of becoming seriously ill from a measles immunisation.

So what on earth are you worrying about?

It really is almost a crime to allow your child to go unimmunised. The ideal time to have it done is at 13 months, but it is never too late. All school-children who have not yet had a measles immunisation should beg their parents to arrange for them to have one as soon as possible.

Incidentally, I dedicated two of my books to Olivia, the first was ‘James and the Giant Peach’. That was when she was still alive. The second was ‘The BFG’, dedicated to her memory after she had died from measles. You will see her name at the beginning of each of these books. And I know how happy she would be if only she could know that her death had helped to save a good deal of illness and death among other children.”

ur coming to the party right. lol it’ll be fun :^)

Hajime has to pull Oikawa down from the pool table sometime after the ninth shot, making sure that the giggling mess he calls his best friend manages to keep his shirt on.  

“I thought I was going to a party, not babysitting,” he grumbles, keeping his grip firm around Oikawa’s upper arm and recalling that one text Hanamaki had sent him earlier that day.  It’ll be fun, he thinks, scowling.  Sure.

“C’mon, Iwa-chan,” whines Oikawa, laughing and reaching out to grab a shot from one of the people in his class at school as Hajime leads him into the quiet of the kitchen.  Hajime frowns, intercepting the shot before it reaches Oikawa’s mouth, and placing it on the counter.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” he hisses, smoothing Oikawa’s hair away from his forehead to feel how hot he’s getting.  

“No?” replies Oikawa, sounding genuinely confused.  He pushes at Hajime’s hands, sticking out his bottom lip in a pout.  "Stop that, I’m hot.“

Hajime rolls his eyes.  "I can tell.  You were practically stripping.”

“So?” barks Oikawa, then widens his eyes at how loud it comes out, raising his hand to his mouth.  "Oops.“  

Hajime narrows his eyes.  "Oikawa, listen.  That’s enough with the drinks.  I don’t want–”  He sighs, pinching his nose.  "Look, you’re drunk and making crappy decisions and there are tons of girls here who like you, so you’ll probably end up making a poor choice and I really don’t wanna hear about your drunken hook-ups tomorrow–“

Oikawa puffs up his cheeks, stomping his foot.  "Just because I’m drunk doesn’t mean I’m going to suddenly realize I’m not gay and throw myself at the nearest girl!” he protests.

“Of course you–”  Hajime freezes.  He wets his lips, not knowing what to say for a moment.  "Uh, you’re gay?“

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5SOS Preference #18: Trust
  • Luke Hemmings: "Don't, please." I say quietly, moving away from Luke. Our hands slide away from each other. "Don't what, (Y/N)?" He asks gently and caring, moving towards me again. He looks at me with a confused expression. "No, Luke. Stop." I say, tears brimming my eyes. He stops a few inches in front of me. "What's wrong?" He asks, his voice concern and shaky. My heart aches. "You're leading me on." I say quietly before biting my lip. I can't stop thinking about all his thoughtful, kind and gentle gestures towards me. He walks me to class, talks to me, tries to hold my hand and sits by me at lunch. I can't help but think that he's doing this to hurt me. He looks at me with sad eyes. "You're leading me on, Luke, and once I'll fallen hard for you, you're gonna be like every other boy and leave." He shakes his head silently. "You really think I would do that to you?" Luke asks slowly and quietly, his eyebrows furrowed like he can't believe I just said that. I wipe my eyes while staring at the ground. "I have no intention to do that to you, (Y/N). None." He exaggerates the "no". "Luke, you and I know-" "I'm not like every other boy. I don't 'play' with girls hearts because I actually care." I watch him speak, in awe. "I care about how girls feel," Luke continues, "I care about not hurting their hearts. I care about their happiness. And most of all, I care about you (Y/N), a lot more than I intended to." Tears keep springing out of my eyes. He walks up to me and wipes my tears away with his thumb. "I like you, (Y/N)." Luke whispers while looking into my eyes. "And I would never leave you." I bite my bottom lip as he placed a piece of hair behind my ear. "I'm not used to this, Luke," I whisper, shaking my head lightly while looking into his eyes. "No one's ever showed affection towards me before." He gives me a small smile. "I'll catch you when you fall, (Y/N). All I need you to do is to trust me."
  • Calum Hood: "Where were you?" A familiar sleepy voice says behind me as I take off my heels. I jump a little and turn around. Calum stands in his boxers and a white shirt with his arms folded. "Calum," I say, placing my hand on my heart as if to help calm me down. "You can't scare me like-" "You didn't answer my question." He says, quietly. I sigh before walking towards him. "I was with the girls." I whisper before kissing his cheek and then walking towards the kitchen. "Why didn't you text or call to tell me?" He asks, following me. I open the fridge to grab a water bottle. "I-" "I was worried about you, (Y/N)," Calum interrupts me once again but his voice cracks. "I called you and texted you but you never answered. I thought something happened to you or...or..." He didn't finish his sentence, he just stares at the ground. "Or what, Cal?" I ask, trying to get it out of him. He sighs. "Are y-you lying to me?" He asks with eyes watery. I shake my head slightly before setting down my water bottle. I walk up to him with concerned eyes. "Calum, what's wrong?" I ask worriedly. We're centimeters apart. He shakes his head before wiping his eyes. "It's just...you've been out a lot lately and I...I can't help but think that you're being unfaithful to me." Calum says slowly and my heart drops. "What?" I whisper but he just bites his lip. Tears well up in my eyes and I swallow. "I would never, Calum. I can't believe you'd even think that of me." He opens his mouth to speak but I talk. "I only have eyes for you and only you. Why don't you trust me?" He pulls at his hair. "I do (Y/N). I really do but I couldn't help but feel that way. You're always saying that you're working late and it just doesn't sound right-" Calum stops rambling once I cup his cheeks with my hands. "I only have eyes for you, babe and only you." I whisper slowly while wiping away his tears with my thumbs. He places his hand on my wrists gently. "I don't want you to leave me." He croaks out. "I'd never, Cal. Please, trust me."
  • Ashton Irwin: "Babe?" I call out from the kitchen. "Sweetheart?" Ashton calls back from the living room, probably watching Cake Boss. "Where'd my leftovers go?" I ask while pulling the orange juice out to see if it's behind it. "Uh I umm I don't k-know." He stutters back. I sigh and laugh a little. "You didn't, by any chance, eat them did you babe?" I ask while shutting the refrigerator's door. "I have no clue what you're talking about." He says as I walk into the living room. He sits on the couch, his eyes glued to the TV. "Uh huh." I say with a smirk after stopping in front of him. "I'm being honest." Ashton says while staring up at me, trying to hide his smile. "You're such a terrible liar, Ash." I say, giggling. He finally smiles. "I was looking forward to eating that." I say. I put my hands on my hips on a serious manner. "Don't be mad, (Y/N)," He says before grabbing my hands slowly. "We can get a pizza if you'd like?" He pulls me towards him and I plop down on the couch next to him. I nod my head after I kissed his hand. "I'd like that." Ashton smiles and then give me a kiss. The force of his lips cause me to fall on my back onto the couch and he hovers over me now. I laugh into the kiss once his hand starts to tickle my side. He pulls away from my lips and stares down at me. I pant slightly due to the breathtaking kiss. "And to think that I trusted you." I tsk at him while playing with his curly locks. "I'm sorry, baby," He whispers before giving me a peck on the lips. "I'll try not to do that ever again." I snort a little and shake my head at him. "Try? How about you will, Irwin, or you'll have another thing coming." Ashton smiles down at me and then gives my forehead a kiss. "If it's bugging you this much," He says before spreading my legs with his feet, making his bottom half rest between my center. "Then why don't I make it up to you, baby girl?"
  • Michael Clifford: "Will you just let me drive, please?" Michael asks me angrily while gripping his hands on the wheel. "Michael that is not the right exit!" I shout as he almost drives the car into the wrong exit. "For Christ's sake, (Y/N)!" He turns into the next lane in a blink, cursing while doing so. Cars honk at us and I've never felt more embarrassed. "Do you want to drive?" Michael asks in a mean tone. But I sit there in silence. He sighs while running a hand through his hair. "It's the next exit." I say quietly. "Are you absolutely positive?" He asks while passing the slow car in front of us. I nod my head before resting it against the cold window. It's suddenly got really quiet, all except for his fingers guitaring against the steering wheel gently. After a few minutes, Michael finally breathes in before taking my hand in his. "I'm sorry I yelled at you, darling," He says before kissing the back of my hand gently. "I'm sorry that my jack ass self came out." I smile a little after he said that. "Why don't you listen to me or trust me on things, Mikey?" I ask. He breathes out. "I know I may not be the smartest person-" "Hey, that is not true." He interrupts me, giving my hand a squeeze. "My point is that, I know what I'm saying and I know that what I am doing most of the time, Michael. And I want you to believe in me and trust me at what I'm saying." He squeezes my hand again. "I do trust you and believe you, (Y/N). It's just, I don't know...I guess I just I wanted to be in and take charge." I bring his hand up to my lips and kiss it. "You're always in charge with me." I whisper with a smirk. He looks over to me with a cheeky smile and cheeks red. "True." He mumbles with a short shrug while turning his eyes back to the road. "Take a right, babe." I say. "Yes ma'am." Michael says with a nod before doing so. "What would you do without me?" I ask him with a laugh. He chuckles. "I have no clue and I plan on not living without you." My heart melts at his words. "You're such a goof."