this was not meant to be colored in but whoops did it anyways

I Really Really Really Really Really Really Like You

[JayDick, AO3]

Dick blinked himself awake. Then he blinked again, just to watch the colors swirl.

“Hey buddy, how you feelin’?”

Someone was talking. Dick tilted his head, even though it was very heavy, to the right. Oh, there they were. Dick smiled at the man sitting on a chair by his bed. He was wearing a…

“Hat,” he supplied, feeling proud when the man laughed, dragging a hand down his face.

“Yeah, you probably feel pretty amazing right now, don’t you?”

Dick did feel pretty amazing.

“I feel,” he started, but then there was a door, and it was opening, and an actual angel appeared.

“Ah, you’re awake. About time, Dickhead, pretty sure Baby Bat was about to stage a revolution.”

Dick didn’t care about anything but this guy’s face, even when the man paused and just met his eyes for a long while. Not long enough.

“Why are you– why’s he staring at me like that?”

“Beats me, man,” Shush, hat. Angel was talking. “He’s on some serious drugs.”

Irritated, Dick flapped his hand (more like flopped it) at the man in the hat, shushing him. He wanted to touch that white spot in the hair. It looked soft.

“Are you soft?”

He had to know, it was vital.

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aren’t you supposed to save me? (lifeguard!wonwoo au)

Originally posted by allurity

Prompt: Jeon Wonwoo is a life guard. A new one actually. He can’t keep his eyes off of you because you look amazing in your swimsuit so he’s secretly watching you. You dive down into the water but being an idiot Wonwoo thinks you’ve drowned. He gets up ready to jump in but at that moment you rise from the water. He tries very hard to stop and not jump in and look dumb but whoops he slips and everyone’s just like uhhh you ok?? You end up having to save the new lifeguard

Word Count: 2.4k
A/N So this happened. I’m not sure how I like the end results but I’m sure it’ll grow on me. I had fun though, which is the main priority! Thank you to whoever gave me this prompt! You revived my creativity -Admin Madi

Wonwoo wasn’t sure why he applied to be a lifeguard.

While his friends were waiting tables, bagging groceries and operating amusement park rides throughout the duration of summer, Wonwoo was left to burn in the sun. He didn’t exactly know why he chose monitoring swimming pools over stocking shelves, but it definitely had something to do with the employees; especially you.

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choco-seventeen  asked:

karlee i'm such a doorknob that i haven't followed you yet WHOOPS TIME 2 CHANGE THAT. anyways i'm actually a lil bit obsessed with your writing and if i could get number 32 for junhui that would be gr8. thanks!!

  • ↳ hanahaki  au
  • ◇ pairing: jun | reader
  • ◇ genre: 
  • ◇ word count: 1,398
  • ◇ disclaimer: I do not own the hanahaki disease concept.

Originally posted by kittykatkwon

The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes after vomiting wasn’t at all what she had expected, what was once simply Jonquil flowers taunting her they were now covered with blood, as suffering from it was enough it was going to kill her.  She remembered rolling her eyes when one of her friends told her about the disease scoffing that it wasn’t really a thing and that her friend had just skipped a week of school because she felt like it, oh how irony worked. The next week when she realized she was hopelessly in love with her very best friend. She realized it when he was up on stage kissing another girl for a show, it was then that she realized she wanted everything with him. She wanted the hand holding and making out somewhere in the university library, she wanted to wake up next to him after a night of making love, she wanted him and it was fucking terrifying.

She slowly got up from squatting on her knees and made her way to the sink, she eyed her appearance, her once pinned back locks now frazzled with sweat and her once perfected winged liner smudged from the tears that fell. She washed her hands and made sure to leave no trace of flowers anywhere where her best friend could find, she wasn’t going to confess to him, being his friend was simply enough.  She also knew that this was killing her and she was letting it, for getting the surgery to remove them and remove her feelings for the boy outside the bathroom door was unacceptable.

“Are you feeling okay?” She jumped when she was met with his body after shutting the door, she was expecting him to still be sitting on the couch in the living room where their textbooks lay and some random anime play in the background; she should have known he would’ve been outside the locked bathroom door when she stopped laughing at one of his jokes and nearly broke down the door as she lost the contents once settled in her stomach.

“I’m fine Junhui, it was probably a bad batch” she whispered her throat lingered with petals causing a tickle to induce her to coughing. He simply nodded his head and wrapped an arm around her waist.

She couldn’t help but think of telling him right then and there as they cuddled on his couch and cracked more jokes as they studied, if anything she’s read about this was also true wouldn’t she peal of the Band-Aid sooner than allow herself to die? But then if he didn’t like her back wouldn’t she die anyway? She looked up from the crook of his neck and saw him completely enchanted by the movie on the tv, she had forgotten he had even put the movie in. She loved him when he was bare faced, his skin showing the results of wearing stage make-up for the shows he was a part of, she loved how his skin showed off his dedication to being an actor, he was one of the very best on their campus, she was positive he was going to end up going to Hollywood one day and she hoped that she would be there with him. His coffee colored locks parted down the middle, she remembers when he snapped his new color to her when she was in the library with Wonwoo. Their close friend Mingyu had colored and cut it due to Jun’s request and it was then that she decided there was absolutely nothing more ethereal than Wen Junhui.  

She slowly got out of his embrace and cleaned up her trash making sure to return the room how she entered it, completely clean but still with a Junhui touch. She was crashing in his apartment due to her dorm being pre-occupied with lust from her roommate and a willing and completely eager Seungcheol, that same friend who told her about the disease had confessed and her feelings were reciprocated and nothing was going to stop them from proving it to one another. It made her absolutely sick.

She grabbed her keys and made her way back to the sleeping boy and dipped her head to his cheek where she lingered a bit before pecking him goodbye.

The next morning and another night of flowers later they finally met up again, he was with his dance team now and the members adored her.

“You look like shit noona,” Minghao said as he greeted her with a hug

“Wow thanks Minghao you sure do know how to make a girl feel stunning” she retorted as she playfully punched him in the shoulder after they separated.

“In all seriousness what happened? Did you and Jun finally confess to one another and you two had a laugh because of how idiotic this whole thing was?” she was stunned at the sophomore dance majors exclamation as if she forgot how the boys talked, it meant a chance with him but she couldn’t help but assume he was teasing her, knowing very well that she was sick, sick and afraid of unrequited love.

Meanwhile across the studio Jun and Soonyoung watched the two playfully interact, Soonyoung couldn’t help but look at his friend in disappointment.

“You should tell her you know”

“Oh yes, I should say I’m completely and utterly in love with you and I’m fucking terrified you don’t feel the same!”

“What’s wrong with confessing?”

“Rejection and three years of friendship down the drain”

“You know what’s not worth it?” Soonyoung spoke quietly, startling Jun from the contrast of the conversation beforehand

“What is it?”

“Losing her altogether, Seungcheol texted me earlier during class and said Rose found her kneeled over in the rest room coughing up flowers, she has the disease, she loves someone and doesn’t realize he loves her just as much”

“She could love anyone, she’s close with Jeonghan for all we know it’s him”

“Junhui get your head out of your ass and confess!”

Soonyoung pushed the male towards where she was still talking with Minghao and an eager freshman who went by the name Dino.

“Hao, Chan can I steal her for a minute?” she stopped explaining her disease when he pulled her by her arm, as if she was going to be scolded.

“Listen, Hosh said something and I need to know okay so don’t lie to me” she simply nodded, her head down as if she were counting the scratches that littered the wooden floor.

“Are you spitting up bloodied flowers?”

“Who told you” her voice was now small, she wrapped her arms around her body as if she were now naked in front of him, she suddenly felt insecure, yes she was puking up her feelings but he didn’t need to know about it, she was taking care of it well she was.

“I am”


“Junhui don’t bullshit me you know why” she responded finally looking up from the ground and looking straight into his gorgeous honey eyes. His eyes were painted with so much concern and a look she couldn’t decipher.

“Tell me a secret”

I’m in love with you and I’m terrified, I’m terrified you don’t love me back and I’m going to die by the power of Jonquil flowers taunting me and tearing me apart”

“What if I told you I loved you back? I loved you just as much and I’m also terrified I’m going to lose you?”

“You do?”

“I’ve loved you since the first day of class, you walked in with a know it all attitude and you had the guts to talk back to me when I assumed I had it all figured out, how could I not love you”

He was suddenly closer now, she noted how his body was nearly pressing up against hers, his leg between her thighs, If she were to kiss him now she could. His lips were up against her ear and if she turned just slightly she could meet him halfway.

As if he read her mind he wrapped a strong arm around her waist and pulled her to his welcoming lips.

“I love you I love you I love you”

anonymous asked:

sam just CONSTANTLY dropping hints that bucky should grow his hair out, bucky's like "but it's impractical during combat", sam just throws a hairtie at him

(2/3)  OKAY BUT going further on my last ask: please consider bucky with hair past his shoulders sitting on the floor with his legs crossed reading a book while sam sits behind him, putting a braid in his hair. what is EXTREMELY important here is the fact that they do this in late spring while warm morning light flows through the apartment
(3/3)  okay okay I’ll leave your ask box alone after this but…. sam swooping down during a fight, landing beside bucky, putting a flower in his braid and immediately taking off again. “THIS IS NOT THE TIME AND PLACE WILSON,” bucky screams while kicking a nazi in the face

Long-haired Bucky is my life, please enjoy.

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Birthdays (M)


genre: slight smut / fluff / humor (?)
characters: three words. jeon. fucking. jungkook.
word count: 6740

a very special present from a very drunk jungkook ; what else do you need in life? :)

a/n: one of my first and favorite requests!! i hope you like it anon ^^ its also 3:31 am and i should be sleeping @kenwayer27​ IM SORRY idk if the last parts made any sense i was kinda drifting off UGH ;; 

Originally posted by minpuffs

Birthdays had never really meant much to you, to be honest. It was just another set of continuous hours, another day out of 365 days. Never once, had you silently wished yourself a happy birthday when the clock strikes midnight, the tick-tocks of the second hand echoing in your newly aged mind that never exactly felt any different; never once had you longed terribly for something significant on your “special day” – be it a gift of some sort, a nice congratulatory wish, or even that one particular person

This was probably the reason why you were so overwhelmed, because never once had you imagined your eighteenth birthday to be so disastrously yet so completely fucking incredible that you nearly prayed for your next birthday to be just around the corner.

Rather, you almost hoped that every single day was your birthday.


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Life Is What Happens

I was trying to explain to someone how I wished the epilogue had gone, and this happened.

Life is What Happens by Annerb (Harry/Ginny, PG, future AU)

“Harry?” Ginny asks.

Harry sits across the room at the old roll top desk, an array of papers in front of him. “Hmm?” he says, clearly distracted and only half-listening.

Ginny isn’t sure why she’s waited until he is buried in a report to broach this conversation. She’s had his undivided attention for most of the evening. They have learned the necessity of it, of carving time out for each other during the last few hectic years. Harry’s gotten pretty good about it, despite his tendency to obsess and his job’s ability to flow over into his private life with the fury of a tidal wave. For an Auror, there really is no separating work from home.

Like many things, that seems a bit more problematic today.

Ginny gnaws at her lower lip. She considers that she waited until he was distracted because she’s a coward, and this is easier to say while he’s not looking at her.

“You know how we talked about having a family?” she says.

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Love Like You

Rebecca Sugar knows how to write a song.
Rated: E for everyone

“They’re absolutely disgusting,” Pidge remarked with a half hidden smile and exasperated sigh through her nose. There was only a certain couple she would be referring to in the entire Aleysian ballroom and it was not Lance and the alien girl he was attempting to woo with wiggling eyebrows and a boyish smile. After seeing the girl disappear, unimpressed, both Pidge and Keith exchanged snickers at Lance’s dejected expression. Sure enough their attention went back to the only couple that mattered in the entire dance hall.

“Tell me about it,” Keith replied, flicking a little clear blue sphere into his tongue. It popped and splattered into an inky color around his lips. Pidge glanced over and saw with a little too much intent how Keith licked his mouth.

“You gotta try these things, Pidge, they’re friggin weird.” Keith said, grabbing another few into his palm to fling into the air and catch between his teeth.

“No thanks,” Pidge said, rolling her eyes and swallowing hard when he shot her a look just as he was running his tongue on his lower lip. “I’d rather watch Shiro make googly eyes at Allura.”

“Because they’re so romantic?” Keith snorted. Pidge snickered.

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Harry Potter AU - Park Chanyeol

Chanyeol has slowly ruined my life……….

Originally posted by cabinpotter

Originally posted by thecrazykidnextdoor

  • tall bean would be one of the chasers for Gryffindor
  • His hair color would constantly be changing
  • HIS HAIR WOULD BE FUCKING BRIGHT RED EVERY SINGLE QUIDDITCH GAME (its hot on him but RONALD MCDONALD  man….but its chanyeol so…˘\_( õ ‹3 ó)_/˘)
  • did I mention that he is POPULAR AF B/C HE IS IN THE EXO CLIQUE
  • Shitloads of fangirls/fanboys/owls/dragons/etc wanting a piece of him   ヾ(@゜∇゜@)ノ
  • But he’s still a loyal hoe to you

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Baby, it’s cold outside

Originally posted by mountean

Seungcheol + “baby it’s cold outside”? Teehee ㅅ.ㅅ

A/N: this is shorter than the past two but it’s super cute and i hope you guys like it anyway. enjoy!

Fic 3 of 12 - Holiday Series

wc: ~1.6K

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Title: Red Part One [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

Summary: AU!Roomates. Sometimes it was hard to see what you had in front of you until someone else made it obvious. In this case, it was the ugly little dog your roommate decided to adopt.

Length/Note: 1000ish words. Still obsessed with Buck, and now his fictional pet, whoops. If you guys like this let me knooooow.

‘Red’ Masterlist

You tumbled into your apartment, teetering on the tips of your toes. One shoulder hunched, you transferred the majority of your weight onto your stronger leg to steady the dangerous sway of your upper body. Your unbalanced halt lingered until all the bags hanging off your arms stilled.

A sigh escaped your lips, and your tongue peeked out to moisten them. You dropped from your toes to your heels and kicked the door closed. 

“Buck, today the store was so-” 

Your eyes widened in horror. “What the fuck is that?”

Repulsion coursed through you instantly and you glared at your roommate, who plastered an innocent expression on his face. He grinned sheepishly and scratched the budding stubble adorning his chin.

“You’ll hurt his feelings,” he said, gesturing to the hideous animal affectionately draped across his lap.

Your eyes narrowed as a disapproving frown emerged. “Not funny.”

His lips spread into an irritatingly beautiful smile but it didn’t have its desired effect. The annoyance still tugged at your gut.

 “C’mon. This is a surprise, y’know.” 

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It’s A Great Idea (Who Are You To Judge?)

A Relativity Falls/Canon crossover fic. Massive, massive thanks to @scribefindegil for coming up with this with me, brainstorming, betaing and providing swing dance moves, and for the line Stan says about the sea. 

This fic is totally the product of our own shenanigans on the road trip. We just thought, what if Grunkle Stan and Grauntie Mabel actually had the chance to meet and make poor decisions together? This was the result.


How could this happen to me? Stan thought, drumming his fingers against the shellacked wood of the table, which was tastefully decorated with light up plastic pineapples. How did I end up here?

A tricky question to answer, especially with alcohol blurring his memory of the past several hours. He’d barely even listened to Ford’s explanation about the “relative space-time anomaly” or why they were sailing into it. Whatever Ford’s plan had been it must have gone wrong somehow, because inside the storm the waters had gotten rough, a whirlpool had formed around them and they’d been pulled under and spat out on land. 

They’d landed in front of a building that, despite the neon color scheme, wasn’t very different from the Mystery Shack he knew. The railings were covered in gold glitter, and out front there was a two-headed deer in a blonde wig and makeup, but it was the same basic building. Had the steps that creaked and the roof that was built at an awkward angle that made it impossible to keep the “S” on the sign. It was just the people living in it that were different.

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Warnings: none
Rating: everyone
Summary: reader is Chris’ girlfriend and he’s a boxer but she doesn’t know. He sneaks out at night till she figures it out (as requested by anonymous)
Y/N = your name
He basically saved you, is how you met him. You were having a night out with some friends and it was late so you decided to leave on your own because the others didn’t want to leave. You’d all arrived in Amy’s car, and lucky you - this meant that you had to walk home.

The orange colored streetlights lit up the sidewalk barely, so it took a minute or so for your eyes to adjust to the darkness of the outside. You slipped out of your heels because they were killing your feet, and held them in one hand - your purse in the other.

You bumbled along the street, passing alleyways that were blacker than the devil’s soul. It was empty and the sounds of the booming music from the club echoed.

Sounds from behind you reached your ears - and you were intelligent enough to take care of yourself - so you looked over your shoulder. Sure enough, a group of big, burly guys were following behind. They weren’t drunk, and you knew what intentions they could possibly have in mind.

You rounded the next corner and broke into a jog. You were light on your feet, but the concrete of the sidewalk hurt your bare feet so you slowed back down into a brisk pace, turning around again to see if they were still following. As they turned the corner into sight, a person emerged from a building and bumped into you.

“Sorry,” you said, backing away from the wall of muscle that you’d just hit, and turned and walked away. He mumbled “it’s okay,” in return.

You weren’t focussing on where you were going, instead, if the guys were following you. You ended up in a dimly-lit alleyway with a load of trash cans at the end. You ran back down to get to the main road but walked straight into one of the guys. “Going somewhere, princess?” The guy snarled, gripping your arm. You shouted help twice before he covered your mouth with his hand and turned to his friends. “Let’s have some fun.”

HEY, LEAVE HER ALONE!” Shouted a voice.
“Or what, pretty boy?” The guy said.
“Or you’ve got an ass-whooping comin’.”

The group laughed and next thing you knew, this…this hero of some sort was beating the living hell out of them. He looked like he was boxing or something. After he was finished, he turned to you and asked, concerned, “are you okay?” You looked into his eyes - they were especially bright in the darkness - and nodded.

You thanked him and walked away, but he appeared beside you. You walked with him until he reached his car and offered to drive you home, “cause being out this late isn’t safe.”

Three months and plenty of dates later, you’re moving in with the guy. On one of the first nights that you’d moved in, he said that he’d be going out with some friends and would probably come home late. “I promise I’ll be home as soon as I can. You can go to sleep if you want to,” he said before kissing your forehead and slipping out of the door. The next morning, however, you woke up to see a partially naked, sleeping Chris with a bruised eye.

Did he get in a fight last night? You placed your hand delicately on his bare chest and watched as he woke up. He tried opening both of his eyes but his left eye struggled to open. He winced at the pain but forced a smile when he realized you were awake.

“Mornin’, babe,” he said.
“What happened to your eye? Did you have a fight or something last night?” You asked, frowning upon the sight of your poor baby Christopher all hurt.
“Well…kinda. Yeah, I did.”
“Specific reason why?”
“My friend was drunk and he started fighting some guy so I tried to help but I got in the middle of it all and I was the one who got hurt,” he was quick to reply with a laugh.
“It’s not funny, Chris. I don’t want to see you hurt again. You got me?” You told him, unsuccessfully trying to sound serious. You ended up kissing him. “I care about you. Don’t try and be a superhero all the time. Alright?”
“Okay, hon. Don’t worry ‘bout me. I’m a strong superhero.”

The next three mornings, you woke up to find Chris with some sort of injury. He hadn’t gone out - the injuries had just ‘magically appeared.’ The second morning, his wrist was in a bandage. The third morning, one side of his face was completely swollen. The fourth morning, he had faint bruises scattered on his chest. You decided to not question him and wait a little more to see if your guesses were in fact, a reality.

You went to bed and faked going to sleep to see if anything would happen. Sure enough, he crept out of the bedroom and left. You would confront him when he returned. 3 hours later, he crept back into the room and you turned the bed light on. He looked startled and was not expecting you to be awake at all. 

“Please tell me where you’ve been for the past 3 hours.” You said, noticing nothing but a split lip. “Boxing, right? I knew it wasn’t just self defense classes! Why did you keep it from me?”

“I didn’t want you to worry about me, Y/N…”

“I’m gonna worry about you anyway, though, aren’t I?”

“I’m sorry, baby, I - I was planning on telling you soon,” he replied, hanging his head.

“It’s okay, just…don’t keep things from me, okay? I love you. C’mere,” you said, outstretching your arms for him to join you. “Speaking of boxing…why don’t you put all that strength to good use?”

Arcadia Bonus!

“Looks like whoever cleaned this place maybe missed a spot. That look like blood to you?”
“Mm-hmm. How’d it get way up there?”

As they fell into the groove of processing the scene, assuming familiar roles and letting their cover identities recede into the background, the tension in Scully’s shoulders began to loosen. When Mulder stepped away around 7:00 to call in a pizza order, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

There was a chance she would survive this case.

Of course, there was also a chance she would spontaneously combust, if she had to endure two whole weeks of Mulder treating her like his wife.

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Cherik family Halloween fic

So something endingthemes said to me on an earlier post gave me a plot bunny and I had to write it for her.

So here, have a Cherik family Halloween ficlet~

(Thank you to the lovely endingthemes for cleaning up her gift ficlet for me, urg. You’re a sweetheart!)

Erik likes holidays.

Ok, maybe ‘like’ is a strong word. He doesn’t hate holidays. He occasionally finds them pleasant, especially since he started dating Charles a few years ago.

He probably should thank him for that. Instead he says, “Charles, I’m going to throw your wheelchair out the window if you don’t put the makeup down.”

See, while Erik is not opposed to holidays, he absolutely loathes Halloween. Can’t stand it. The kids are too loud, the parents are too rude, the streets are too chaotic and if you don’t put a sign on your door you’re expected to have candy. However, if you do put a sign on your door, suburban white moms in perfectly styled bobs write letters of complaint to unknown people in local government who send you a letter about ‘community’ and other such bullshit.

“They’re not bobs, dear.” Charles hums from his spot next to the bed, sifting around in the makeup bag.

“What?” He knows that Charles was eavesdropping, but sometimes he likes to make Charles work to have a normal conversation.

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A Thousand Years

Request: Please tell me you are doing a part two for Adored By Him..!!! IT WAS SO GOOD.

Request: Adored by him part two???

Request: Would u make a part 2 for the adored by him imagine?  Maybe further down the road and he realises what a mistake he has made.

Request: Hi omg i loved adored by you soooo much! Is there anyway you can write a part 2?

@disney-owns-my-social-life​ asked: Hi! Love- wait no ADORE- your blog!! I was wondering if you were doing a part two to Adored By Him??

@jamiemac26 asked: Just stumbled upon your page and read adored by him… Loved it. Can’t wait to read more of your stories. 👍👍💙💙


Contains: A happy ending but some crap to go through first (whoops)

Read Part One Here: Adored By Him

Flashbacks in italics


Heart beats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave
How can I love when I’m afraid
To fall
But watching you stand alone
All of my doubt
Suddenly goes away somehow

You had to tell Spencer how you felt. It was killing you inside. Even if he didn’t talk to you afterwords you knew you would feel better after you told him. As you approached his desk, still wearing your coat, not even stopping at your desk yet, you saw his back was turned towards you. You opened your mouth to get his attention but before you could say anything you noticed he was on the phone, and heard him laughing softly.

“Alright, alright. Goodbye Lamia. Yes i know. I love you too.” Your voice was suddenly caught in your throat and you quickly and softly ran back out the door, texting Hotch and telling him you wouldn’t be able to work today.

After a drive back to your house/apartment full of tears you ran inside, running to your room and flinging yourself on the bed, screaming in your pillows. You couldn’t tell him now, or ever. He was happy, you couldn’t ruin that. He had already lost one person that he loved, and you wanted him to be happy, more than anything in the world.

You were just his friend, his coworker, and that’s all you would ever be.

One step closer

…or farther. You drove yourself into the cases you and the team were assigned. It had been a few months since you had almost confessed your feelings for Spencer, and they only seemed to grow. How is it you could be still totally in love with a man who was in love with somebody else.

Feelings suck.

It was another late night for you that you had started to refer to as “takeout and paperwork” You set the greasy food down on your desk, opening your file cabinet.

“What the…” You mumbled, finding out you had finished all the paperwork you had to do. “That’s impossible.” You shook your head and calmed down, deciding you would clean your desk. This new found time meant you could actually get all the perpetual chores you seemed to put off every day. Hopefully working on all that crap would distract you from thinking about…him.

I have died every day
waiting for you
Darlin’ don’t be afraid
I have loved you for a
Thousand years
I’ll love you for a
Thousand more

You bit back a small frustrated sob. You had done everything you could think of over the days. You cleaned your desk, did your laundry, cleaned every inch of your apartment, went grocery shopping, did the dishes, paid all your bills…everything. Some people would kill to get everything done like you had but you hated it. You couldn’t stop thinking about Spencer and Lamia.

Right now you were in Garcia’s little tech lab, sitting against the wall, staring at what you had just finished. You had strung Christmas lights up around the computers and dusting her little kooky knickknacks she had all over her desk.

That’s when you heard something.

You’re profiler instincts kicked in, peeking around the corner and watching as two figures entered the office. Your whole demeanor changed as you heard a giggle. Her giggle.

“Spencey! I can’t believe you made me drive you back to work to collect a book.” She giggled again and you rolled your eyes, biting your knuckles to hold off a groan.

“It’s my one of my favorites. ‘The narrative of John Smith’ have you ever read it? It’s really interesting and about-” Lamia cut him off.

“You know i don’t read that much.” She twirled a strand of hair around her finger, and you rolled your eyes, wondering how in the world she landed Spencer in the first place. Oh yeah, her looks. “Besides, why is a book more important than me?”

‘It was uh, given to someone very special to me.” Lamia rolled her eyes and you wanted to smack her, almost missing the “whatever” she had muttered under her breath.

Why couldn’t it be you in her place?

Time stands still
beauty in all she is
I will be brave
I will not let anything
Take away
What’s standing in front of me
Every breath,
Every hour has come to this

One step closer

“Y/n I swear if you don’t come out tonight with the rest of us i will personally hack your computer and make your search history viral!” Garcia scolded you as everyone was ready to go out, waiting by the door. “Don’t lie and say you still have paperwork, because you don’t. You cleaned out my office! Not that it was that messy but still!”

“Yeah Y/c, why don’t you come with us?” You winced as you heard Spencer’s voice frombehind you. You looked up at Garcia, eyes pleading for her to just leave you alone. She gave you a look but you still refused.

“Why not?” She frowned, looking between Spencer and you.

“I just.. I just can’t okay?” You got up and stormed out of work, heading to your car and driving home.

I have died every day
Waiting for you
Darlin’ don’t be afraid
I have loved you for a
Thousand years
I’ll love you for a
Thousand more

You entered work that morning, confused why Spencer’s desk was so crowded. You made your way through the small crowd that had gathered and saw Lamia and Spencer standing together, her hand held out as spectators expressed their awe at her ring. Her wedding ring.

“When’s the date?” JJ asked. You couldn’t stop staring at the couple. Spencer….and Lamia. Getting married. Your chest started to sting, your heart felt like it was being ripped apart with someone’s bare hands.

“Two months from now.” Lamia answered, kissing Spencer’s cheek. She finally noticed you. “Oh y/n! Look! We’re getting married! Aren’t you happy for us?” She said in her fake polite voice, dangling the fact that she had Spencer right in front  of your face. All you could do was nod, forcing a smile as you made your way up the stairs to Hotch’s office, opening the door once you reached it.

“I wanna take the job offer.” You said, eyes brimming with tears and voice cracking.

And all along I believed
I would find you
Time has brought
Your heart to me
I have loved you for a
Thousand years
I’ll love you for a
Thousand more

(two weeks later)

“I’d like to announce something.” Hotch said, voice stoic as usual as you and the team were in the round room getting ready to brief a case. He gestured to you and you stood, making the team’s heads turn in your direction. You ignored Spencer’s gaze, clearing your throat.

“I’ve been offered a position in Washington, and i’ve decided to take it.” You said, shrugging your shoulders slightly. “I probably won’t be able to make your wedding Spence-Spencer.” You stuttered, giving him a look of fake sorrow. He nodded solemnly.

“How long until you leave babygirl?” Morgan asked, hand reaching up to squeeze yours reassuringly.

“A week.” You said quietly. You already had most of your stuff packed, you just had to finalize a few more things.

“Why?” Spencer asked, looking confused. You looked down at your feet scratched the back of your head sheepishly.

“I lost something that i can’t get back. I’m hoping that by moving somewhere else i’ll find something like it.” You shrugged and sat back down, focusing on the case.

One step closer
One step closer

You were packing up some last minute things, the comforting sound of rain against your window the only sound you heard besides for your footsepts on the hardwood floor. You heard a knock on your front door and your eyebrow raised.

“Hello?” you said, opening the door to reveal a wet-haired Spencer. before you could say anything he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a hug, holding you tightly.

I have died every day
Waiting for you
Darlin’ don’t be afraid,
I have loved you for a
Thousand years
I’ll love you for a
Thousand more

“Spencer, what are you doing here?” You asked once you both pulled apart. You were shivering at some water that leaked onto your shirt from his coat. You let him come inside, making a hot cup of coffee to warm him up. He still stood by your door, making you frown slightly.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, leading him over to your couch as the coffee pot brewed. He took a deep breath and gave you a broken look.

“L-lamia was cheating on me.” He said quietly. Your face fell, about ready to cry for him on one side, the other plotting a plan to kill Lamia without getting caught, and a third part bringing up the old hope that maybe now it was your turn. “You’re the only on one could think of to go to. Of course there’s the rest of the team but…they don’t understand me like you do.”

“How did you find out?” Your voice seemed scratchy. He handed you his phone, and you saw the message she had sent Spencer. “Hey Grayson, I said I was sick tonight, wanna come over?” Your stomach knotted at the thought, although you knew that there was something about her that was off.

“I’m so sorry Spence.” You said, pulling him in for another hug. You wished you could tell him that you yearned for him for months, that you would never cheat on him, and that you would be a much better girlfriend for him than she ever was.

“How?” He mumbled, and you cocked your head to the side, pulling away.

“What do you mean?”

“Garcia told me, about what you almost told me a few months ago. I’m sorry i didn’t see all the hurt you were in y/n. In all honesty, I don’t know why i was going to marry Lamia. She didn’t like books, or watching Dr. Who with me, and she made fun of me about the way i use chopsticks. I just thought that maybe that was my last chance at happiness ever since.. Meave, but i realize that you are so much better. Please is their any way, in your heart, you could forgive me for hurting you?” Your mouth hung open, trying to process what he was saying.

“What i’m trying to say was, she wasn’t like you at all. She doesn’t have your smile, or your kindness, or your humor. So..what i’m maybe trying to say is, even though you’re leaving, do you think that maybe you and i- before you go anyways- could hang out or just-mmph!” He stopped rambling as soon as he figured out your lips were on his. His hands softly went up to cup your face as he kissed you back.

And all along I believed
I would find you
Time has brought
Your heart to me
I have loved you for a
Thousand years

You still had your job at the BAU, wanting to stay now that you’ve finally had to stop putting yourself through torture based on Spencer, because now he was yours, and you were his. You had been together for a month and were so happy together.  

You finally felt content with your life, although now your list of inevitable chores had stacked back up again and you’re proud (not really) to know that they would never get done.

“I love you y/n.” Spencer said, kissing your cheek as you two sat on the couch, wearing old sweats, streaming Dr. Who on Netflix and enjoying greasy takeout. You turned your head to smile at him, kissing him back.

“I love you too.”

I’ll love you for a
Thousand more


Hope this wasn’t too cheesy.

Big Bang reaction: you randomly fall asleep on the floor

Hey guys! I know this is going up a few minutes after midnight (my time, anyway) but please forgive me! College has been literally kicking my butt… But here’s today’s (technically yesterday’s) reaction! I hope it’s okay, as I am writing this while half asleep… Whoops… anyway, I hope you guys like it, and please send in some requests if you’d like! <3 (Gifs used are not mine: credit to the owners! <3 )


You had just finished doing yoga (or some other exercise) and decided to lie on the floor for a bit… And ended up falling asleep instead. He walked in and found you laying face-first on the floor, mouth hanging open slightly, and tried so hard to control his laughter, shaking his head.

Jiyong: Why are they… *laughing* I should wake them up… They’re starting to drool…

Originally posted by hobyeol


You had been laying on the floor, trying to get the remote out from under the couch, when you finally just gave up and fell asleep. And that’s how he found you: trying to become the carpet. 

Daesung: Oh look, they fell asleep… Again… *is used to it by now. Just picks you up and puts you on the couch*

Originally posted by no-8


You had been laying on the floor to see if it would help your back feel better, and fell asleep. He didn’t notice… That is, until he walked over and literally tripped over you.

T.O.P: *sits up* yup. Totally meant to do that… Oh, good, you’re awake now… *sweats* You didn’t see that, did you?… *nervous laugh*

Originally posted by intopxicated


You had been laying on the floor to use your phone, since it needed to be charged and the outlet wasn’t near any furniture, when you fell asleep. He walked in and paused, staring at you, chuckling and shaking his head much like Jiyong.

Youngbae: Ahh, this girl(or boy if you identify as male!)… what will I do with them?… *thinking you’re a bit strange, but adorable*

Originally posted by vesic-s


You had been laying on the floor, coloring to calm yourself, when you fell asleep… With a crayon sticking out from under your face, and drool on the lovely puppy you had been coloring. He would try to hide his laughter… And take out his phone, snapping pictures of you.

Seungri: They are so silly… These will be good for blackmail… *looks at pictures* except that one… That’s kinda cute… *acts clueless when you wake up and see him with his phone pointed at you*

Originally posted by seungri-yay

(Okay, I hope you guys like it, and I am SO SORRY for it being almost an hour late! I’ll do my best to not have this happen again (for your sake and mine)! Please send in any requests, and look forward to the fake text on Saturday! <3 )

proper poise

on ao3

i was stressed last night and started thinking about phichit (because honestly….what a guy) and realized he is the most theatery theater nerd to ever theater nerd. and i think we should embrace that. so i slammed it into a fic with some victuuri cuddles and called it a night around 2 am

the title is a pretty random line from popular from wicked because….it sounds nice? alliteration is cool.

this is my first yoi fic and i dont trust anything i write after midnight so it might not be my best, but i hope you enjoy nonetheless~


Yuuri groans as the familiar ringtone wakes him from a dream that was probably really nice, but is already slipping away. Goddammit, Phichit. Today is supposed to be a rest day, which is supposed to mean sleeping in.

“Wha’s that?” Victor mumbles into his pillow as Yuuri fumbles with the phone charger.

I know about popular!

“Phichit,” Yuuri grumbles. Not that he doesn’t love waking up to Kristin Chenoweth’s voice, but he really needs to find a new ringtone. Or just make Phichit’s the default one again. He answers before the song can go on for any longer. “Mhmm?”

Hey, Yuuri! ” Phichit practically sings. “ How are you?

Yuuri sighs and sits up, running his hand over his bedhead. “I’m tired. Is something wrong?”

Am I not allowed to want to hear my best friend’s voice for no reason? ” Yuuri can practically hear the pout in Phichit’s voice.

“No. No you’re not. Not when I’m sleeping.”

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Summary: Dan keeps his head down, goes to his classes, and gets through uni the only way he can: barely. Phil Lester though, he’s a bright mystery wrapped in his LGBT right fliers and shouted mantras, and Dan really does not need that kind of distraction.

Warnings: Q-slur is used but not as a slur, teeny bit of internalized homophobia

Word Count: 1505

A/N: Ok I’ll admit, I rewrote this from another ship, sorry! I mean I did change all the character details and added stuff, I just kept the main structure for the events. Whoops haha anyways the model!au story will probably be the next fic!

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