though i was on vacation for a while

I’m a little tired, I’ll just rest my head on those shoulders, and I must tell you, that i write with a cold heart that just wants to feel warm.

I have dreams and goals that seem unrealistic but what have i got to lose by dreaming about a day when the moon follows me home.
I’ll move out of this city where people do the same crap every single day and pretend that it’s okay, that this is it. We’ll work until we’re grey, get that money and go on vacations while we’re fragile and all I’m doing is watching this cycle repeating from the sidelines, I’m never really involved even though the world revolves; I’m just here standing still.

There’s got to be more to life, you mentioned that a few times and we might get to make more memories who knows but in this memory, we’re young forever. In this memory, I write down every little detail because I don’t care. In this memory, I dance with you until the moon finally explains itself to us in entirety. I’m full because of you, I’m empty because of you. In this memory, the metaphors never run out and the poetry isn’t just about love, it’s not about sadness anymore, it’s about clawing my way out of my thoughts and back into a moment where I’m whole.

I am the wildfire, and I’ll spread in many directions. I just hope that we never burn down together and if we do, that wouldn’t be so bad, right?

—  vivian

pumpkin-pixie99  asked:

Jamilton!

anon said:  Jamilton? For the ask thing. Thanks! & @daremeidareyou said: Jamilton

  • Who said “I love you” first: Thomas says it first on accident. It was basically a slip of the tonuge. He had known he loved Alex for a while but would never admit that. It was basically giving Alex ammunition to fuck with him. But Alex made him coffee one morning and it was actually terrible (it was bitter and exactly how Thomas thought Alex took his coffee) but Thomas had just woken up even though Alex had apparently been up for hours. So he just accepted the coffee with a quick peck on the lips and it felt so easy and domestic it only seemed natural to follow it up with an ‘I love you’.
  • Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background: Thomas has a picure of Alex as his backgroud. The picture is of Alex somehow managing to balance on a horse and writing on his laptop. Thomas is constantly amazing by Alex’s ability to literally never take a break. Even while on vacation. Alex doesn’t have a picture of Thomas as his background but that’s only to annoy Thomas. Also because he loves the pic of his and the squad that is his background.
  • Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror: They both do. Alex leaves morning notes for when he rushed out the house early. His notes consist of ‘Have a good day, dickhead.’ and ‘Remember not to be an asshole.’. Thomas leaves notes for Alex at night. Sometimes Alex gets home late from work and Thomas isn’t always in the mood to wait up for him. So he takes a shower and leaves a note in the mirror before he goes to bed like ‘Make sure that you’ve eaten today.’ and ‘Take a shower before you climb in bed next to me, you little gremlin fuck.’
  • Who buys the other cheesy gifts: Thomas is a rich trust fund baby that blows his money on the most unneccessary things. He buys Alex really random things like a typewriter and a quill with authentic parchment. Then he buys them matching rings that say ‘To Infinity’ & ‘And Beyond’ which is almost too cheesy for Alex but he also loves it.
  • Who initiated the first kiss: Alex does. They aren’t dating yet and have yet to even admit their feelings for each other but one day they’re debating. Not arguing, which is weird, but just talking out an issue they disagree on. Maybe it’s because they’re both too tired to fight or neither can rationalize a reason to argue that day but they are getting along. They have an entire conversation and it’s intellectually stimulating without raising either man’s blood pressure. Then on their way out Thomas kinda stumbles into Alex and Alex nearly topples over but they somehow manage to stay upright. They do end up almost tangled together and their faces are very close to together so Alex just closes the distance and Thomas starts kissing back and they don’t stop till they pass what’s considered acceptable in public.
  • Who kisses the other awake in the morning: Alex kisses Thomas awake. Thomas hates it and loves it. He really can’t get enough of waking up with Alex in his arms, kissing him awake, being surrounded by him but he does not appreciate being woken before the sun comes up and having to feel the warmth of Alex’s body leave his arms.
  • Who starts tickle fights: Thomas does when he wants to distract Alex. Like sometimes Alex is sulking on the couch and Thomas doesn’t like seeing him sad so he starts to tickle him until he starts laughing out loud. Or during a thunder storm when Alex is not scared but upset and Thomas just goes in to tickle him. Alex comes to expect the tickling when he’s feeling down and can almost be cheered up at the thought of it.
  • Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower: Alex doesn’t ask, he just joins Thomas in the shower. This is on the weekends when neither have to go to work and they can actually spend time together outside of a professional setting. Thomas doesn’t mind. He prefers not to waste the water and Alex contends that they’re saving water taking a shower together but Thomas insist they spend more time in it together than they do apart.
  • Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch: Thomas has to drag Alex to lunch in the middle of a work day. Thomas knows that Alex will not eat unless reminded and even when remided he will forgo eating in order to work.
  • Who was nervous and shy on the first date: Neither is shy but both are nervous. Thomas and Alex don’t know why they’re even on a date or where they are going. They had a one-night stand which led to a conversation which led Thomas to asking Alex out on a date. Thomas took Alex to a fancy french restaraunt. It starts off awkward until Alex brings up an upcoming vote in congress and neither can give up a good debate and they spend most of the dinner discussing various things they disagree on and finding things they do agree on.
  • Who kills/takes out the spiders: Alex kills all the spiders because Thomas is unabashidly afraid of them. Thomas yells for his ex-military, silver star holding boyfriend to come kill the spider and Alex is fine with killing them but it is annoying to have to get up from his desk to kill them,
  • Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk: Alex is a rowdy drunk and hangs off Thomas just ranting about how much he loves Thomas and even though he talks a lot of shit about Thomas, he’s like the best boyfriend ever?? And how lucky he is to have Thomas??? Thomas records this.

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How Would EXO Propose

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Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by glamourpcy

He would do it randomly at home. You were having a bad day and was stressed out because of work. You were not in the mood to talk no matter how much he insisted.

“Oh that’s too bad.” he finally said. “Because I wanted to ask if you would be willing to marry me.”

“What? Chanyeol, please repeat what you just said.” you asked him, trying to hide your trembling voice.

“Will you marry me?”

“Oh my god yes!” you shouted jumping in his arms.


Xiumin/Kim Minseok

Originally posted by drawien

It was your anniversary, so he took you to a fancy restaurant that had a beautiful view of the city. You two were having dinner when he took your hands in his while you just looked at him in surprise.

“You know what would make this evening even more special?” he asked and took the ring out of his pocket. 

“This.” he smiled. “Y/N Y/L/N will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”

You didn’t expect this at all so you just kissed him as the answer.

“I will take that as a yes.” he chuckled. 


Chen/Kim Jongdae

Originally posted by angetae

You were still asleep when you felt someone tickle your feet.

“Jongdae, please don’t.” you laughed pulling them under the blanket.

“Come on Y/N! Wake up it’s already noon.” he said getting on top of you. “If you don’t I might tickle you to death.”

“Anything but that.” you laughed, burying yourself under the blankets and pillows. He lay down next to you.

“I know what will wake you up.” he said. You poked your head out to have a look and when you noticed what he’s holding you quickly turned around.

“Whaah! Y/N what are you doing?” he said rolling you over to him. “Baby, are you crying? Is that a yes then?” he smiled.


D.O/Do Kyungsoo

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

One day he took you to the studio which was really surprising as he liked working alone and when he asked you if you want to hear a new song he wrote, you were beyond shocked as he rarely sang to you without an occasion no matter how much you begged. He put the headphones on for you and you both smiled when your eyes met.

“I dedicate this one to you.” he said into the mic before singing.

The melody was beautiful and the song itself was about you two and by the time he finished, you were bawling your eyes out but it wasn’t over yet as he still had one question to ask.

“Y/N.” he said. “I love you. Will you marry me?”

“Soo-” was all you managed to say before you started weeping again and he took you in his arms. 

“Yes.” you mumbled.


Kris/Wu Yifan

Originally posted by kpopliciious

He was really clingy and awkward the whole day, so when you two finally got back home and he went to the balcony, you followed after him.

“What’s up with you today? You’re not being yourself. Are you hungry? Need a snickers or something?” you laughed. 

“Come here you.” he pulled you into his lap.

“I have been meaning to ask you something this whole day but never got the perfect chance but since we are here alone…”

“What are you getting at?”

“Aish, let me finish. So impatient.” he positioned you so you could see his face.

“How do I do this?” he said searching for the ring. “Ah! I lost it!”

“Yifan, your jeans pocket and I already know what you want to do and the answer is yes.” you laughed and kissed him.


Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by baeksilisk

He left the little box with the ring on his bedside table by accident. You could barely contain your laughter when you found it and decided to ask him about it immediately.

“Baekhyun, what’s this?”

“Oh my God!! Y/N where did you find this?” he snatched the box from your hand. 

“This wasn’t supposed to happen, I had this whole evening planned out and when I asked you to marry me, you were supposed to be so shocked that -” he began blurting out all kind of excuses when you kissed him to shut him up.

“The answer is yes, you big idiot.”


Tao/Huang Zitao

Originally posted by cintaozimalfoy

He was trying to be all romantic and when you two were alone on your holiday he got on his knee.

“Y/N will you marry me?” he asked.

You couldn’t believe it and just got on your knees as well and hugged him so tight and started crying.

“Aww, Jagi, don’t cry.” he said trying to contain his tears as well.

“Then why are you crying?” you chuckled.

“Don’t get me wrong. This is supposed to be a happy moment, I’m only crying because you haven’t answered me yet.” he tried lying and you just laughed to that.

“Of course it’s a yes.” you said wiping his tears away.


Kai/Kim Jongin

Originally posted by drawien

He wanted you to remember this day and planed to surprise you but when he started dancing randomly when you two were out, you just joined him.

“No no no, you can’t dance with me today.” he said stopping you.

“Why not?”

He thought for a few seconds and decided to abandon the choreo and the plan he had in mind.

“Ahh, I can’t resist you.” he said pulling you to him. 

You two got so lost in dancing with no music, so you didn’t even notice when he stopped and took your hands in his.

“I had another idea for this day but I’m sure it will be a memorable one either way.” he told you getting the ring out.

You just gasped and before saying anything, kissed him.

“Yes.” you said after pulling away. “And you were right, I will never forget this moment.”


Luhan

Originally posted by 7thvelvet

One weekend he took you on a trip to watch the night sky. When you two were laying down on the ground stargazing he pulled some kind of paper out.

“What’s that?” you asked.

“I bought you a star.” he smiled. “It’s that little one on the far right-” he started when you interrupted him.

“Are you serious?”

“Is it that unbelievable?” he laughed.

“Let me see this.” you snatched the paper out of his hand and unfolded it.

“What’s this?” you said showing him the words “Marry me” printed on it.

“Exactly what it says. Will you marry me?”

You just crumpled the paper and lowered your head down.

“What’s wrong?” he asked when he noticed tears in the corners of your eyes.

“Of course I will.” you said, finally jumping in his arms.

“You got me scared there for a second.” he laughed. “You know, I really did buy you that star…”


Lay/Zhang Yixing

Originally posted by xingblingmi

You came back home to the smell of something burning. You almost ran to the kitchen thinking that maybe you forgot to turn the oven off when you noticed Yixing.

“What are you doing?” you asked opening the window.

“I decided to bake you a cake.”

“Why?” you laughed.

“Just taste it.” he said handing a piece. 

You took a bite not knowing what to expect and to your surprise it was actually really tasty.

“Oh my God, this is so good!” you were about to say when you almost choked on something solid. You took the ring out of your mouth and just looked at Yixing with a judgemental expression.

“Are you serious?”

He couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m sorry it wasn’t supposed to be in the cake it was supposed to be on the plate.” he laughed but then you realized what you’re holding.

“Are you serious!?” you screamed in excitement and hugged him.

“Will you?”

“Will this be enough for an answer.” you said kissing him.


Suho/Kim Junmyeon

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

He looks so good with glasses omg and that two times eyebrow rise i can’

You were on your vacation by the sea when one evening he suggested on going for a walk. Even though the weather was quite cool the sand was still warm so you took his hand.

“Are you cold?” he asked intertwining your fingers.

“Not yet.” but he still took off his jacket and put it on you. You were walking for a while, just enjoying the view when he stopped when the sun was almost set. 

“You know.” he said searching around his pockets when he realized the box is in his jacket. He hugged you, so you wouldn’t see him taking it out but you didn’t want to release him.

“You’re so warm.” and he just laughed to that.

“Well I would love to hold you like this but can you let go of me for while?”

“No.” you stated and he sighed.

“Fine.” he said still embracing you as he put the box in your hand. “Here.”

“Is that?”

“Yes.”

“Oh my God. OH MY GOD!” and you hugged him even tighter.

“I guess that’s a yes.”


Oh Sehun

Originally posted by blondejongin

He woke you up so early it was still dark.

“Sehun what the hell?” you asked as you looked at the clock. “It’s 4 am! Are you kidding me?” you told him as you turned around to go back to sleep.

“Oh no, you’re not going back to sleep. I have to show you something.”

“Can’t this wait till morning?”

“It’s already morning.”

“Then that’s a no.” you said and closed your eyes but he picked you up, blankets and all.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m taking you to the roof.”

“What? No. It’s cold outside, put me down.”

“That’s a no.” he said. “If it’s the cold you’re scared of then I will keep you warm.” he smirked going out of the apartment.

He sat down on one of the chairs and put you in his lap.

“You look so cute wrapped in those blankets.” he said pulling you closer to him. “Look.”

You opened your eyes and saw the sun rising.

“It’s beautiful.”

“You’re prettier.” he chuckled and opened the box in front of you. “Will you marry me?”

You tried turning around but the blankets restricted your movement, so the chair lost it’s balance and you both fell over. You both started laughing when you freed your hands on put them on his cheeks, squeezing them.

“Yes.” you said and kissed him.


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ldyglfr62  asked:

My birthday is May 16. I would love a fic that features Age!Gap Everlark with Katniss 5 - 10 years older than Peeta. M or E rating. Thanks for running this fabulous web site.

Originally posted by mister-pulido

Wishing you the happiest of birthdays, @ldyglfr62! Your gift - the penultimate offering from everlarkbirthdaydrabbles, was written just for you by @xerxia31. We hope you enjoy!


When Irish Eyes are Smiling

rated M, for language and adult situations.


It’s not completely unexpected, but it’s still a shock to see it. Thick, expensive card stock, pale pink with roses and their names embossed in gold.

Madge Undersee and Gale Hawthorne, along with their families, request the honour of your presence at their wedding…

I’m happy for them, I truly am. I’m just still kind of shocked that after nine years together, it took Gale less than three months to marry my replacement.

It’s not like I thought Gale and I would ever marry each other, even if our friends all expected it. And our breakup was completely mutual. But that he moved on so fast is kind of a slap.

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The Devil Wears Laces

“Please tell me you didn’t do it,” Nikandros said as soon as Damen picked up the phone. Instinctively, Damen looked around, as though he were going to find Nikandros staring at him in disapproval from across the street. Or behind him. Or perching from one of the buildings like a gargoyle.

“I only did it because of you, you know,” Damen told him.

“You did this because of me,” Nikandros repeated. “I was the one who told you this was going to happen. Kastor has been jealous of you for years. It was only a matter of time before he made a grab for your position. That’s why he-”

“Why he told our father that I was burnt out and needed vacation time? Why he’s helpfully filling in for me during my forced sabbatical?”

“Yes.” It was exactly what Nikandros had said, though not with those specific details. Nikandros, who knew everything, had told Damen that his brother would jump at the opportunity to show their father he was capable of being CEO. Damen just hadn’t listened. But now Kastor was sitting at the Editor-In-Chief’s desk - his desk - and he’d decided to start paying attention.

“Which is why I’m not going to sit down and be useless while the company prepares for its biggest deal in years.”

“So, you’ve applied at Vere?”

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“Hey~! Sorry for being a veeeeerrryyy long inactive person here! It’s been a while since I never posted something. 😅 But here it is! Finally, I very adorable Saeran having his own ice cream! 🍨 Aaand, since school days is finally over in our place, I have several days to have some fun! But not too long though. Anyway, hope you had a nice vacation~!”

-Oppa MC~ 💕

anonymous asked:

msr 16 or 148?

Dear anon, I ended up using both! It also got long… I’ve been informed the “read more” doesn’t work on mobile so sorry for the insanely long post

16. “I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.” 148. “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”

The first time happens after Donnie Pfaster.

Scully tells Mulder to take her home, please, and without a word he leads her away from the scene, away from the horrors. In the car, he watches her carefully at every turn he makes. They arrive at the motel in silence and she knows this isn’t home, and she knows they won’t get to go home tonight, but she lets him take him inside his room.

“You can have the bed. I'll…” He never finishes his sentence; not that Scully is listening to him anyway. She curls on the bed, tries to make herself so small, so tiny that no one can ever find her here. She winces when the abrasion on her chin comes in contact with the oh so soft pillow. Her eyes close, but the tears find a way through, tainting the white pillowcase.

“Scully, I know you don’t want - how about you take a shower? Maybe I could have a doctor come here and-

“No. Not tonight, Mulder. I promise I’ll get checked out tomorrow. I promise. I’m fine.” She doesn’t lift her head, refuses to look at him; she is done with him pitying her. All she wants now, all she needs, is sleep.

“Shower?” His voice is closer now, but she can’t tell where he is; he is close, and she wants him to be close, as long as she doesn’t have to look directly at him. With her eyes closed, she can almost feel his arms around her still. His hands on her, just holding her to him, being there for her. But he wasn’t there before. Before. The water. In the bathtub.

“No shower.”

“All right.” His voice is a soft sound; so gentle that she is not sure she’s still awake. Silence fills the room and she listens to her own heartbeat, strong and certain; it’s everything she doesn’t feel right now. There’s another sound chiming in; Mulder. A soft rustling tells her that he’s trying to get comfortable somewhere around here. She is not going to ask him to join her in bed. Not this time. So she listens to his tiny noises creating a lullaby that rocks her gently into sleep.

The dream explodes in vivid colors, blinding her, gagging her.

“Breathe, Scully.”

The words reach her, somewhere, but she can’t get away. She’s running, she’s trying, but the hands are around her throat; they’re grabbing at her, closing in around her throat, choking her, and she can’t even scream.

“Just breathe.”

She takes a deep breath and the hands disappear. Her feet stop moving; no more running. Half-conscious, Scully realizes this is a dream. None of this is real. Not the hands around her throat, not the voice. Mulder, she thinks. Even in my dreams, he is right here by my side.

“That’s right, Scully. Just keep breathing.” The voice sounds so real that she almost wonders. Almost. She feels soft warm lips on her cheek, gently kissing her, and she breathes. She just breathes in and out. The lips descend again, on her lips this time, and now she knows this has to be a dream. It has to be.

“Just keep breathing. I’ll be here.”

When it happens again, Scully has already convinced herself that the first time was a dream. The days after the Donnie Pfaster case are hazy at best and the memory of him, of what happened or didn’t happen, in the motel room are pushed aside when Melissa is killed.

Scully wants to go home, just go home, and they won’t let her. Her apartment is still a crime scene. But she can’t face her mother, who pleads with her daughter to leave her alone, please Dana, and Mulder won’t let her go to a hotel. Alone. Without a word she sits in his car and when he gets in it, he stares at her. No words leave his mouth as his eyes plead with her loudly to please, please look at him. She doesn’t.

The car makes a clicking noise, sounds as tired as Scully feels. Any other day she might have told him to have it checked out. Not tonight. Tonight there is nothing to say. Mulder’s hand lands on the small of her back, some things refusing to ever be affected by tragedy, and leads her down the hall to his apartment. She slips through the door before him and settles herself on his couch. The leather, smelling of him, feels familiar and she closes her eyes briefly, taking a deep breath.

Mulder lingers between the rooms for a moment, decides to leave the lights off, and finally joins her on the couch.

“You should have let me go to a hotel,” Scully says and her voice sounds hollow, “There’s no space for two people here.”

“You take the couch,” Mulder gets up again, takes off his jacket, and sits at his desk, “I’m not tired.”

“Mulder, you’re still in recovery and-”

“No, Scully. I’m fine,” he almost spits the words out and she startles, “You take the couch, you sleep. I’ll be fine. I have a bedroom, you know.” She doesn’t know and in the dim light, she can’t tell if he’s lying. He probably is and maybe she should care. She just doesn’t.

Scully takes the neatly folded blanket from the back of the couch and wraps it around her. She turns away from Mulder, facing the wall, but feels him all around her. He’s in the leather, in the blanket and he’s keeping her safe; despite her not wanting him to. Scully closes her eyes tentatively; what is she going to see there in the darkness of her own thoughts? But it’s just blackness, so she leaves them shut and waits for sleep to take her.

When they were little girls Melissa taught her to even out her breathing so it seemed like she was asleep when she wasn’t. Back then it came in handy when their parents checked on them late at night. They’d pretend to be asleep and as soon as the air was clear, they could go back to whispering secrets or reading. As they grew older, Melissa stopped doing it. Instead, she would stare their parents straight in the eye, explaining that she was old enough to stay up. Little Dana was never brave enough.

And she isn’t brave enough today either.

She evens out her breath, tears falling silently, remembering a sister she will never see again. Mulder’s chair squeaks and then nothing; afraid he might have woken her up again, he waits. Scully wills herself to keep breathing deeply. It works. She feels Mulder move, and then he’s there. Leaning over her. She can do this, she reminds herself. If he knows that she’s only pretending, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he tightens the blanket around her. He still hovers over her, as if trying to decide on something. Then he leans down, kisses her temple, her nose and finally his lips graze hers. There’s a faint memory; how can she remember the feel of his mouth when he’s never kissed her before? Just as quickly, he is gone again. In the distance a door clicks.

There’s no way she can pretend this is just a dream.

They never talk about it, of course. Both have signed this unwritten agreement that prevents them from mentioning any of this. Lingering hugs are shoved aside just like almost kisses; just a spur of the moment thing. Nothing to see here, no, this never happened.  

Mulder visits her in the hospital after she points a gun on him, thinking he was in cohorts with the Cancerman. It’s long after visiting hours, but to Mulder that’s no reason to stay away. Scully wakes almost, expecting a nurse, but her eyes immediately close again when she sees him. He stands next to her and gently brushes a strand of stray hair away. Scully knows she should say something, stop this. But the truth is she craves his kiss; craves his touch on her. The moment stretches on and on and on. Scully feels sleep tug at her heavily and finally it wins out, captures her. She dreams of Mulder kissing her softly. In the morning she can’t recall if he ever did, or if he just made sure she was safe.

Scully slips in and out of sleep without control, without any agenda. Her body fights the aggressive invader and it is getting weaker, the illness taking the upper hand. She doesn’t expect Mulder to be in her room in the middle of the night. Crying. He’s crying and her heart, what is left of it, is breaking for him. With him. Scully wants to take his hand in hers and tell him it will be all right. There is no strength left in her and she falls asleep to the sound of his quiet, lonely sobs. She knows he kisses her; she feels it in her soul, feels how it kindles her flame. Even if only for a short moment.

Mulder kisses her cheek one night when she falls asleep on his couch after her vacation to Maine. Alone. Not a vacation either. She’s exhausted, but she’s missed Mulder (she doesn’t tell him that) and she so she lets him order take out. He tells her about possessed dolls and how he can find books about this phenomenon if she’s interested. All she’s interested in right now is being here with him, close to him. His words follow her into her dream for a while before it all gets quiet.

“I missed you.” Dream or reality. A kiss on the cheek. One day, she knows, this will have to end. Not tonight, though, as sleep carries her away again.

Mulder kisses her neck when they’re stuck sharing a bed in Kroner, Kansas. They’re posing as a married couple in Arcadia, California and Mulder sneaks into her bedroom, kissing her knuckles; caressing them one by one with his lips. By the time Christmas comes around, she thinks they might be ready. She thinks this might be it. They almost kill each other, so maybe not. Not quite yet.

It happens in New York.

She should be dead. People keep telling her that she should not be alive and she nods, staring into the other direction. The implications too heavy to face here, now. Mulder flies out to visit her (another reminder how close she’s gotten, once again) and hardly ever leaves her bedside.

“I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.” They’re sharing her jello, because Mulder looks like he hasn’t eaten (or slept) in days and Scully is beginning to get sick of it already.

“I can kick his ass myself, thank you.”

“Not right now you can’t. I’ll do it, Scully. Just say the word.”

He calls her mother for her, explains everything. When she wakes up he’s staring at her, his eyes heavy with worry, but also with love. She smiles back at him, silently thanking him for being there. For doing it all for her.

He makes his move the third night she’s there. The nurses are well acquainted with him now; they know they can tell him to leave, but he’ll be back as soon as they turn their backs on him. So they no longer try and just greet him, smile even. Mulder is, after all, quite charming if he wants to be. Scully, too, is used to him being there day and night. She tells him to get some sleep from time to time, just leave her alone for a while, but he is adamant about staying.

“You only get into trouble when I’m not around.”

It’s late when Scully feels tiredness wash over her. She yawns and Mulder looks up from the book he’s reading.

“Do you want me to turn off the lights?”

“No, I don’t mind. Good night, Mulder.”

“Good night, Scully.”

For a while, he reads. Scully hears him turn pages every once in a while. She’s tired, but she just can’t sleep. She’s never been a good patient, and all she wants is to go home and sleep in her own bed. Her thoughts distract her for a moment. The book is closed softly and something about this feels different than all the other times. Mulder appears beside her, his body radiating warmth, and when he leans down she can smell his scent. So much Mulder. He kisses her eyelids softly and then brushes her lips. She almost responds; almost opens her mouth to him. But before she can react at all, he is leaving again, and this time it’s not enough.

“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”

She hears his sharp intake of breath. Scully sits up and bed and watches him, frozen to the spot at the end of her bed. His shoulders slump and he shoots her a lopsided grin that turns into a sad smile.

“You never let me take care of you when you’re awake.”

“You never asked.”

“Are you sure, Scully? All those times you threw your ‘I’m fine’ line at me. I know you don’t want me to see you as weak. Scully, I’ve never considered you weak. Not once. And I never will. You’re the strongest person I know. I just wish sometimes… that you’d let me be there for you. I never planned to kiss you like this. Wait, you knew about this?”

“I might have been awake once or twice.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Mulder sits down on her bed carefully. She takes her hand in his, feeling confident now.

“I didn’t want you to stop.” She admits, her eyes meeting his.

“So we could have been doing this for real?” His grin is back and now she’s wearing a matching one.

“There’s still time.”

“Scully, can I kiss you?”

“You never asked before.” She tells him, leaning forward slightly and taking the decision from him. She knows the feeling of his soft lips already; it’s nothing compared to the feel of his tongue sliding into her mouth, meeting hers for the first time.

If this is a dream, she doesn’t want to wake up ever again.

Unexpected   A Min Yoongi story

Y/N is a single mother living in rural Chicago.  Running late for a business meeting, she bumps into some unexpected tourists.  Time is running out for Y/N to save her failing business, and she gets help from an unlikely source.

Rated M for language

@lumizzy

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You were walking down the street, one hand had your cellphone planted firmly to your ear, the other was rummaging in your purse, all while simultaneously holding your coffee in the crook of your elbow.

Your day had not started at all like you had planned. You had woken up late, and it was all downhill from there.

“Fuck” you swore under her breath, not even remembering what you had needed from your purse in the first place.

“Y/N?” the person on the other end questioned.

“Oh, no, Ms. Williams that was not directed towards you.” you said, not even clarifying any further what was happening.

“Honey, for the last time, just call me Clara. I’m going to let you go so you can get to work. Again, today is not a problem at all.” Clara said before hanging up the phone.

You hung up the phone and chucked it into your purse.

You waited at the empty cross walk for traffic to pass through before you crossed the street. You were still getting used to not needing to follow crosswalks lights. The rural Midwest was a far cry from NYC, your hometown.

You were still musing about the differences you were adjusting to when someone slammed into you from the front, consequently spilling hot coffee all down the front of your white dress shirt.

You let out a small cry of pain.

Could this day possibly get any fucking worse you thought to yourself.

You got into your purse and got out wipes, trying to soak up what coffee you could.

From beside you, you could hear the quiet voices of whoever had slammed into you. You didn’t pay them any attention. You were irrationally angry and didn’t want to ruin someone else’s day because of your nasty attitude.

“Um, excuse me, Miss?” you heard from beside you. You halted in your movements, recognizing the voice had a very heavy accent and spoke in semi broken English.

You finished wiping off what you could of your shirt and discarded the damp wipes back into your purse. You took a deep breath and looked up at the source of the voice.

Anything you might have said, instantly died in your throat.

“Are you..okay?” The voice asked after a long moment of silence.

“But…you’re…why…here?” you said, forgetting how to speak in full sentences.

“You hurt?” A different voice asked from the other side.

You turned your head and let out an involuntary squeal of excitement.

“Yoongi!” you said, finally finding your voice.

The owner of the second voice gave you a shy smile, eyes going wide.

“Hello.” he said back, nodding his head towards you.

“Namjoon, Taehyung.”

The only thing registering in your brain was three out of the seven members of your favorite group were standing in front of you looking rather sheepish.

“You must be a fan?” Namjoon asked you.

“Yes!” you said, too loudly.

Taehyung clapped loudly, drawing your attention to him.

“ARMY!” he yelled towards you, making you smile.

“We want to apologize for ruining your shirt. These two were being very impolite and pushing each other around. They, nor I, saw you standing here. We are so very sorry.” Namjoon said, bowing slightly in apology.

It was then that you realized that you had indeed spilled coffee on your white dress shirt. You blushed profusely and buttoned your suit jacket over the ruined shirt.

“It’s alright.” you heard yourself saying, even though clearly it wasn’t. Now you were even more late than you had said you’d be.

“It is not alright. Guys, you need to apologize to…” Namjoon said, inviting you to say your name.

“Y/N.” she replied.

“We apologize Y/N. We were being very rude by hitting into you. We are on a sort of vacation and were enjoying how quiet things are here.” Tae said, extending his hand to you.

“Thank you for the apology, I appreciate it.” you said, surprised you could string together so many words in one sentence while shaking his hand.

“I hate to ask this, since you are on vacation, but could I get an autograph?” you asked, hating to be rude while they were trying to enjoy themselves.

“Yes!” Tae said excitedly.

“That would not be a problem at all.” Namjoon said, taking the pad of paper you had extended to him.

“To you?” He asked, clarifying that it was for you.

“Could you make it out to Lily?” you asked, thinking of how excited she would be to have the autographs.

“That is an usual nickname for Y/N” Namjoon said, writing.

“Oh, it’s not for me. It’s for my daughter.” you said, smiling fondly at the mention of her.

“You have daughter?!” Tae asked, sounding surprised. “You so young!” he continued.

“Taehyung, it is improper to make such statements to a young woman.” Namjoon said, berating his friend.

Taehyung bowed his head, but not before you saw the flash of shame that had passed his face.

You was sure if you hadn’t have controlled it quickly, your face would have held almost the same look of shame as Tae’s. You weren’t ashamed of her daughter, just how her daughter came to be.

“You’re correct, though, I am young. Actually Taehyung, we are the same age, 21.” you said, offering him a kind smile.

Turning to Yoongi, who had been quiet through this whole exchange, you continued speaking.

“She’s almost five and I think she’s your biggest fan! She sings as many of the lyrics as she can understand and mumbles through what Korean she doesn’t. She is constantly trying to emulate your dances, asking me to practice with her for hours a week.”

“She sounds sweet.” Yoongi said, smiling at you.

Never in a million years did you think that you would be standing in front of some of the people you respected most in the world. BTS always gave their all to their fans, and never seemed to complain about it. At least, not to the public. They all seemed to genuinely enjoy their lives and how they were progressing as a group.

Taehyung had just handed the notepad to Yoongi when your phone rang from the depths of your purse.

Realizing where you were, and where you were supposed to be, you hurriedly fished the phone out and answered it.

“Hello?”

“Y/N, you’re now half an hour late. This looks really bad for you. If you can’t get here in the next ten minutes, the investors are going to leave.” your lawyer said from the other end.

“Mr. Johnson, I can’t get there in that short of time. Is there anything you can do?” you asked, desperate for the investors not to leave.

“I’m sorry Y/N. Once you find new investors, contact me and we’ll try again.” He said, before hanging up the phone.

Tears sprang to your eyes involuntarily. You had waited for this opportunity for two months. You worked hard on finding investors, making charts, doing projections on growth, everything she needed to get help with you drowning business.

You had not only moved yourself and your daughter here from NYC, but you moved your business here as well. You had inherited it from a family member and didn’t want to lose it now.

You were pulled from your sullen thoughts from a worried looking Yoongi.

“Are you okay?” He asked you.

“Yes, I am. Thank you.” you replied, trying to keep your voice from cracking. You just needed to pull it together until you got home, and then you could fall apart.

“Thank you so much for signing this for Lily. She’s absolutely going to love it. And hey, maybe we’ll run into each other again before you leave.” You put your hand in your purse and pulled out your wallet.

You pulled out a small stack of business cards and handed a few to each of them.

“Feel free to stop in and see us sometime. Lily and I are always there, especially summer having just started and she’s not in school. Again, it was nice to meet you all.” you said, and quickly spun on your heels to go the other way. You could feel herself falling apart, and you refused to do it in front of anyone.



Namjoon, Yoongi, and Taehyung were all standing on the sidewalk, extremely confused at the turn of events.

“Do you think we caused that?” Tae asked, feeling sorry for bumping into the woman, and possibly offending her as Namjoon had pointed out.

“I don’t know. But we should definitely go see her again while we’re here. I’m curious.” Namjoon said, looking at her business card.

Y/N Y/L/N Owner/Instructor
Heartbeat House Dance Studio
3764 East Street
318-555-9837


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Part 2

Came home from school and found a very familiar cat sitting on our front porch, looking at me with a very put-off expression as if it wanted to You let me wait.

As soon as I saw the familiar black fur and the annoyed green eyes, I sighed. “Buddy, we talked about this – you don’t live here, remember?”

“Meow.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I opened the door, letting the cat stroll into the apartment, and went straight for the phone to call my mum’s co-worker and my psychologist. “Uh, hey, Manuela. I found your cat again…”

“What?! Oh for the lord of… honestly, I still don’t know how he knows where you live. I’m so sorry for this rascal.”

“You’re laughing, though.”

“Only a bit. Can I come pick him up in an hour or so? I will be on lunchbreak then…”

“Yeah, sure,” I looked to the side, where Charly – that’s the rascal’s name – was sitting on the table, wiggling his tail while he aimed for my shoulder.

“Don’t you dare,” I muttered over at him.

“Sorry, what?”

“I was talking to your cat. Eh, an hour, you said. I will feed him something and we will wait for you, no problem.”

“Sweet! Thank you.”

I said goodbye and had barely time to put the phone down before Charly basically slammed into my shoulder from behind, claws digging into my sweater as he climbed upwards to perch on my shoulder.

Huffing, I shot him a look. “Happy now?”

Big green eyes stared back at me. “Meow.”

“You’re a handful, I hope you know that.”

I only got purring as an answer.

 

Short explanation – as I said, Charly is the cat of my mum’s co-worker who also was my psychologist for a while. He’s quite picky when it comes to humans, and his owners had always trouble finding someone who could watch over him while they were on vacation. Not because there weren’t people who volunteered, but because Charly bit and scratched and went completely wild whenever a “stranger” tried to enter the house to feed him.

When my mum’s co-worker heard that I like cats and are pretty good at handling them for some reason, she asked me if I could try feeding Charly for two days while she was on a business trip.

Well, long story short – Charly hissed and spit and went wild as soon as he saw me. He was a bit dumbfounded, though, when I just ignored him, walked past him and filled his bowl with his favorite food. Then I sat on the ground cross-legged, a few meters away from him and the bowl, pretending to be engrossed in a book that I had brought with me.

There was a long pause, before a very confused but curious cat started sniffing at my knee carefully, twitching away as I looked up for a moment. When I didn’t react further, he relaxed and went to eat.

Somehow, that had gained me his respect. The next day, he didn’t even try to fight me, prowling around me while I filled his bowl and purring contently all the while.

You can only imagine how dumbfounded I was when a few days later (my mum’s co-worker had already arrived back home) there was all of sudden a very familiar cat sitting on my front porch, meowing at me when I opened the door to see what was causing such a noise. Charly had come to visit me, entirely too content with strolling through our apartment and claiming my bed for himself. It took his owner coming over and picking him up that he left again.

Funny thing is – he lives at the other side of the town, and nobody knows how he found out where he had to go to see me.

Since then, that stubborn cat comes to visit me every two weeks or so, patiently waiting in front of my door until I come home from school. It’s as if he knows my schedule, always showing up exactly when it’s time for me to be home.

That damn cat adopted me for some reason. XD

Follow up (and somewhat of an explanation) to the problem customer: He’s always been rude and I used to bend over backwards to help him. He only got ruder, though, so I started giving him the bare minimum.

It was time for me to take my vacation, and halfway through it, while hanging out with a friend, my friend decided he wanted pizza. We go to his pizza place of choice, and Problem Customer is at the counter, working. It’s empty in there, so while I’m trying to pay for my half of the food, he’s standing there and snickering like a jackass, trying to get my attention even though I’m blatantly ignoring him. He finally opens his big ugly trap and starts acting like he’s trying to guess where he knows me from, and then he starts picking at my name.

He’s always made fun of my name, and he’s acting like he doesn’t know it, like he’s trying to guess. I’m tired, hungry, kind of nauseated, and there’s a headache starting behind my eyes. I just look at the asshole and go “Well, you’re only in four times a week. I’m sure you’ll get it eventually, dumbass.”

Vacation ends, I come back. Manager tells me Problem Customer came in and tried to tell her he had been at the store the previous day, I had helped him, I had cussed him out. I was on vacation, I obviously wasn’t there.

Problem Customer finally came back. I greet him. He quietly tells me he doesn’t want anything, and his very lovely, polite wife orders while he hangs back and glares. It’s been weeks, and I haven’t heard from him since.

Death of a Bachelor

I don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m writing fic again so hi, have some Klaine AU happenings based on The Bachelor!

Rated PG… for now. Butts later.


Chapter 1


“You did what?”

“Come on, Blainey Squirt boy. It’ll be fun!”

Blaine grimaced as his older brother rambled into his ear over the phone. Every week they tried to set up at least one time and day to chat and stay in touch with each other’s lives, but Cooper, as always, had derailed that. It was six o’clock on a Thursday morning—Blaine’s one day off this week.

“Look, I had a blast when I was on The Bachelorette. Made a lot of friends, got to go all over the place on really fancy dates. It was great for my image, too. That’s how I got the recurring spot on The Young and the Restless. They’re talking about making me a regular!”

“Didn’t they kill you off last month?”

“That’s not the point. Everyone comes back to life on those shows.”

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🖤Drug Lord E [Part 4] (Ethan x Reader)

Summary: Ethan brags to everyone in his crew about getting head from Y/N and one of them gets an idea.

Warnings FOR ENTIRE SERIES: Drugs/sexual assault/Violence


A/N: Twins are older in this. So I’ve never wrote anything about these subjects before and at any point if you are uncomfortable please stop reading! Also, requests are on hold until I finish the series! Still open, just won’t be posting! Now without further ado, I present Drug Lord Ethan.

Part 3

Ethan’s POV

I decided Grayson needed to come with me on his job. This guy who knew Y/N’s boyfriend had been giving us some trouble. Apparently Justin was apart of a new gang and was determined to get back at me for keeping Y/N. I wasn’t worried though. Grayson had already gotten the media to brush off Y/N’s disappearance as if she went on a random vacation or something. Grayson and I exchanged a look, before Grayson went into the fight as I watched Nate slammed this guy’s body against the brick wall behind him. Grayson was kicking the poor guy while slamming his head against the wall. Alex was keeping a lookout while Cameron kneed the guy continuously. I pulled out my knife ready to show this guy I don’t play games. He had stolen a bunch of money from me in product and I wasn’t about to look like a fool around here. Especially with this Justin dude coming around. I already didn’t like him and I wanted to end him. “Dolan!” My cue. I put a smile on my face as I walked over to see what my crew had done to him. His nose was busted and bloody. He was even spitting blood. After being punched, kicked, and thrown into a wall repeatedly I would probably be spitting blood too. I pulled my switchblade out and I pressed the metal against his throat which he winced. I leaned in close to his ear and I whispered.

“Don’t double cross me Evans.” I then jabbed my knife right in his stomach while he banged his head on the wall behind him. He let out a groan as I twisted the knife just a tad before pulling it out. Blood began to pump out of his stomach as he grasped his new wound with his hand. “Tell Kelley he has week to give me my money or his pretty girlfriend gets it.” I demanded and he nodded showing he understood. The other guys looked to me. I closed up my switchblade before leaving the scene. The guys followed behind me.

“What the hell was that Dolan?” Alex belted.

“Why didn’t you kill him? You’re not going soft because of that girl are you?” Nate asked but I chuckled.

“I’m anything but soft when I’m with her. Actually about 25 minutes ago, she sucked me off.” I bragged and they stopped walking and looked at me in awe.

“What?” Grayson asked confused.

“Dude was she good?” Nate snickered and I nodded.

“I’ve gotten head from a lot of women, but Y/N’s made me bust faster than I ever thought. I honestly wanted to fuck her right there on my bed, and I probably would have is Alex didn’t text me saying you guys needed me.” I looked at Alex. “But it’s whatever. Most likely Kelley won’t be able to pay off his debt and I’ll have to kill him. Then I’ll keep Y/N around for some time.” I gloated but Grayson looked irritated at me. “And the way she moaned daddy.” I bit my bottom lip as I remembered the memory.

“Dude maybe we can pass her around? It’s been sometime since I got some good dick sucking.” Cameron chuckled, but I felt something snap in me.

“Go for it.” I smirked to myself. “It felt hella good. Like damn imagining her naked with her ass in the air–”

“Dude stop you’re making me hard.” Aaron says which we all just belted with laughter. Grayson was speed walking way ahead of us. “Damn Y/N is pretty hot.” He chuckled

“Gray where are you going? We have other stops to make.” I hollered, but he didn’t stop.

“I’m going to check on Angie. I’m sure you can do this next round without me.” He snapped back but I just shook it off. I knew he was getting angry with me. I didn’t really care at this point to be honest. He was just being a bitch since Angie is staying around more so now he’s being all sensitive.


Y/N’s POV

I was lying on the futon crying. I missed Justin, but I know if I see him again I won’t be able to look at him the same. I know he would be furious if he knew I sucked another guy off besides him. Justin was the jealous type, but it wasn’t cute. He was scary when he was jealous. It was like watching all hell break lose. The thought of what he would do to Ethan after he found out that he forced me to suck him off was unfathomable. Yes I didn’t want to do it, but that didn’t mean I wanted Justin to hurt him or anything. I just wanted Justin right now. I wanted to go home and pretend all of this never happened.

“Hey Y/N?” I recognized the voice as Angie. I wish the door would lock on the inside instead of the outside so I could lock myself in here to die. “I brought you some clothes.” I turned around and she noticed my ripped blouse. “What the hell happened to you Y/N? Did Ethan do this?” She demanded as she rushed over to me.

“It’s nothing really. It just happened okay? Don’t tell him I don’t want to get in anymore trouble.” I stammered as I could feel tears pooling in my eyes. Angie wraps me in a hug while I cried into her shoulder. The bedroom door opens as Grayson walked in.

“Grayson did you know about this? Did you know he did this to her?” Angie questioned Grayson sternly. He was speechless at first, but finally spoke up.

“Ethan was telling us about it. I left to come back here while they went to go find some other people that owe us money.” He looked to me sympathetically. I remembered I was still shirtless. I quickly grabbed the clothes Angie brought me while I excused myself to the bathroom so I could get dressed.

I opened the door and looked at what I was wearing in the mirror. I was wearing a black sweater with skulls all over the fabric as I was wearing red pajama shorts. “Did you guys get the Evans dude?” Angie asks which peaked my interest. I pressed my ear against the door to hear better.

“Yeah Ethan gave him the message to give to Kelley and he stabbed him.” Angie was wrapped up in Grayson’s arms. Obviously she was worried about the life Grayson lived and she wanted him to always be safe. Then it clicked what Grayson just said.

“Ethan stabbed Justin?” I shouted in shock. Grayson and Angie both jumped at my outburst, but I didn’t care right now.

“No no no Y/N calm down.” Just then I heard the front door of the house swing open. I heard a group of guys chuckling as I ran into the living room.

“You stabbed Justin? How could you?” I could feel tears brimming in my eyes and he Ethan looked at me confused.

“What the fuck? Calm down damn.” Ethan laughed as the rest of the guys did the same. Grayson and Angie ran into the living room standing behind me. The dirty blonde guy and the dark haired white guy move to sit down on the couch while they lit up a joint. “I didn’t kill anyone, but I will if you keep acting like this. Damn Y/N.” He chuckled while looking to his friends. I’ve had enough of this. I was hungry, tired, and still in complete shock over the fact that my life was completely flipped upside down all in one day. My hand raised up as I slapped my hand across his face hard.

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Ethan’s POV

She fucking slapped me. The room grew silent as she looked me in the eyes. Her brown eyes were filled with tears and hurt. “Ooo Y/N I’d be careful or else you may have to suck his dick again.” Cameron says but I raise my hand to signal him to stop talking. I looked back to Y/N who was still crying.

“You told them?” She asked between tears. “Wow I’m not surprised considering you only ever look out for yourself. You never loved or cared about anyone, but yourself.” A smirk appears on her face. “That’s why you want to kill Justin. You don’t want anyone else to have me.” I scoffed at her statement.

“No I want to kill him because he double crossed me sweetheart. I don’t care about you or anyone else, but me remember?” I snickered at her, but she stuck her bottom lip out. “Don’t make me show you who’s boss again. Unless you want me to.” I said with a wink while Alex and Cameron started wooing.

“I hate you.” Was all she said as she turned around and shoved passed everyone else to get back to her room. I just laughed as I walked into the kitchen having some dinner finally. Everyone stood silent, as I made me something to eat.

“Are you fucking serious Ethan?” Angie asked me as I shrugged at her. “The poor girl has had everything she has ever known ripped away from her in a day. Please try and sympathize with her Ethan.” Angie defends.

“Yeah that was kind of harsh. I mean even for you dude.” Nate chimes in and I just groaned.

“Look if you’re both so worried about her go talk to her about feelings and shit. She tried to runaway. I’m not the one who made the dick sucking comment.” I argued pointing at Cameron. “Besides she’s here because of her boyfriend. She didn’t have to come here to pay off his debt.” I shoved a spoonful of cold pasta in my mouth.

“How would you feel if someone treated Sam like this.” Grayson asks and everyone grows silent. I grabbed my bowl of pasta and pushed past everyone and stopped by Grayson. I gave him a look of pure hate.

“Tomorrow by sunset if Justin still hasn’t paid you kill him.” I mumbled coldly. Grayson and Angie give a light gasp.

“Eth–” Grayson tries to empathize, but I smacked his hand away.

“That’s a fucking order. If you won’t kill him I’ll do it myself!” I snapped as I pushed past Grayson. “I’m through with these fucking games!” I shouted as I stormed off to my room. I looked at the half smoked blunt on my nightstand. I gazed at my pasta thinking it would taste better if I was high. I sat my pasta bowl down while I grabbed the blunt and placed the blunt between my lips. I lit one end as I inhaled deeply as I felt the smoke burn my throat. I was feeling myself unwind until I heard a scream in the other room.


Part 5

Zach Werenski #3

Anonymous said: Hi! Can you do a Zach werenski imagine where auston sets you guys up and it’s awkward at first and then it’s works itself out? Love your writing💞

A/N: my babes in one imagine, coming right up!!! lowkey not sure how much i like this or not, sorry if it sucked haha 

Word Count: 1,641

This was so like him. Auston has been trying to set you up with his buddies for a couple years now, and most times it never really worked out. They’re busy about-to-be NHL players, and you were busy trying-to-be a doctor. But it never stopped Auston from introducing you to his hockey friends. It was just flat out embarrassing now. 

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We’ll Figure It Out (Pt 1)

gif art by @travellerintime thank you so much!

Summary: After recent events, Sam has been fighting insomnia. Dean wants to help him in any way possible. He need’s Sam to talk about his experience, and needs him to relax, and will do anything to get him there.

Pairing: Sam Wincester / Dean Winchester
Warnings: None
Tags: WIncest, First Time, Season 12 Divergance, Bunker Sex, Depressed!Sam, Caring!Dean, Comfort, Slow Burn, not too smutty

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Dean’s eyes burn after what felt like 24 hours straight of reading articles on the internet about crazy events that might be in their wheelhouse. Nothing particularly jumped off the screen to him, so he took the last 2 swallows from his beer and decided to call it a night. Sam had gone to bed hours ago. A little earlier than normal, but he had been looking more tired than usual, and it’s probably just caught up to him.

As he approached his bedroom door, Dean paused and listened to voices coming from Sam’s room. It sounded like the TV, but Sam doesn’t usually fall asleep with the TV on, so he decides to check on his brother.

“It’s open.” Sam says as he hears Dean’s signature “shave and a haircut” knock on his door. Dean opens the door to find Sam watching TV in the dark, sitting up on his bed, in his T-shirt and lounge pants, sipping from a tumbler of whiskey, also not normal Sam behavior. Dean is sure something is out of whack.

“Hey, you okay?” Dean asks as he gives Sam a once over look to see if there is anything visibly wrong.

“Yeah,” Sam says with a half smile, “just can’t sleep. Trying to take the edge off,” as he gestures with the tumbler. Dean glances over at the whiskey bottle on the night stand. Still ¾ of the way full. Sam could probably still drive if he had to at this point, so Dean lets himself relax a little…his little brother isn’t sitting in the dark, brooding and getting drunk.

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Hey everyone! Mod-Rose here. It’s been a while, huh? Sorry about being gone.

To make up for it, let me give you some happy/fluffy Undertale Skelebros and Dadster headcanons- since last night I had a really cute dream involving them and I want to share some of the things that stuck.

So, here we go!

~Mod-Rose

Undertale Skelebros and Dadster HCs:

  • Even though he wasn’t around much pre-accident, Gaster was still a good dad. Whenever Asgore insisted Gaster take a vacation to keep him from working himself to dust, Gaster would take Sans and Papyrus on a vacation to Snowdin for a day or two.
  • When Gaster was in the void, Sans took Papyrus to their vacation home in Snowdin.
  • While Papyrus doesn’t like how lazy Sans can be, he still appreciates everything his brother does- be it eat his spaghetti, read bedtime stories, or help be on the lookout for humans.
  • Sans is very protective of his brother, and always has been. Papyrus is just as protective of Sans. While he might not show it, if anything upsets Sans he will do his best to make sure it never happens again.
  • Papyrus slowly started to remember Gaster, but only through dreams. They weren’t bad dreams, but something told him not to tell Sans about them.
  • When Gaster came back, Sans was unsure of how to react. He had tried to bring Gaster back countless times, and now that he is back… it was very hard to know what to do.
  • When Gaster came back, anyone who saw him began to remember. Seeing that, Sans dragged Gaster everywhere.
  • However, it took Sans a bit to trust Gaster enough to let him see Papyrus. He didn’t want Papyrus to be upset.
  • When Papyrus first met Gaster, Sans was a nervous wreck. Papyrus was unusually quiet for a few minutes. When he finally did speak, he simply said: “Welcome home… dad.”
  • Gaster is still part goop and turned into a puddle when Papyrus called him dad.

Now some random and more funny stuff:

  • Everyone who has ever shouted into a void of some sort- be it screaming at the night sky when in a quiet area in the country, or yelling at the ocean- Gaster heard it. This is how he learned about pop culture and memes.
  • When Gaster swears, he only does it in Hands. Sans remembers Hands, but Papyrus never fully does. He forgot how to even pronounce letters and words in Hands, so if Gaster swears too much Papyrus might ask what that word means.
  • If Sans hears Papyrus say a swear in Hands he will force Gaster to put soap in his mouth, and will start a swear jar.
  • There is no Family Game Night. They tried once, playing an older party video game like the original Mario Party. It took the combined efforts of Toriel, Grillby, Undyne, Alphys and Asgore to get the three to speak to each other again. Papyrus caved first, but it took a lot more work before Sans and Gaster would acknowledge each other. Then there was a shouting match. Then a few days of Sans in his room in silence, only venturing out late at night to grab some food.
  • Papyrus was able to get them both to stop the fighting. For a skeleton, he has really good puppy-dog-eyes.
  • They never played competitive games again.
Say No To This (M) – Best Friend!Hoseok

Originally posted by ohparkjimin

Summary: It’s been a while since you and Hoseok have spent time with each other, but he hasn’t forgotten how hard it is to say no to you.

Warning: Smut, oh my lord is there smut

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: So I’ve had Say No to This from Hamilton stuck in my head for the past week and it somehow inspired BFF!Hobi sex.

Sequel: Ambiguous (M)

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I Hope he Likes Surprises Pt5

A/N: Emily ( @whitechocolateperfection ) is making me do this, so if no one likes it I’m blaming her lol ..  song at the beginning is ‘I’m Yours” Alessia Cara 


Originally posted by flyngdream

Y/n POV

‘But I tore down my walls

And opened my doors

And made room for one

So baby, I’m yours’

“Babe, you’ve got to stop listening to this garbage. It’s just going to make you feel worse.”

“I thought you had a class to get to?”

“Don’t you have a class?” Zoe reiterates, placing a hand on her hip. “I know you’re hurting, but you can’t stay hidden away in here forever.”

“He hasn’t come back yet, Zoe. He’s still living it up in Portland. While I’m left, trying to hold myself together.”

Even though I told him I didn’t want him to call, I expected him to. I expected him to fight harder for us, for me.

“How will it be better if you hear from him? I don’t want you to be even more hurt.” Zoe sets her backpack down.

“Zoe this is two years of my life. Two years of holidays, and birthdays, and vacations with our families. Two years of loving and being held when I was too upset to fall asleep. I don’t want to move on and be single or even find anyone else. I want him, but he cheated on me.

I’m going to hurt a lot more before I get better.” I lay back on the couch, wondering when things all went wrong.

Zoe kneels down in front of me, placing a hand on me knee. “Do you want me to stay in with you? I can miss this class?”

“Go,” I try to smile. “At least one of us needs to graduate from college. I’ll be fine.”

“Babe, are you sure?”

“Zoe, go! I promise I’ll stay busy. I have a thesis to write.”

“Wuthering Heights is on my book shelf if you need an escape. I know it’s one of your favorites. I’ll be back in a couple hours, ok? I love you, Y/N.” I watch my roommate blow me kisses as she heads out the door.


It wasn’t a hard decision, coming to the  clearing. I hiked it hundreds of times with Shawn and it held so many memories. Maybe it was torture, reminding myself of all the laughs we shared here, but I don’t care. All caring does is create disappointment.

I lay the flannel blanket down and take a seat, looking around at the trees. There’s a park to my right and picnic tables to my left. A small family is eating sandwiches. The girl is drinking chocolate milk while her mother braids her blonde hair.

“I thought you’d be here.”

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Of Course Pt. 3 (Kim Seokjin)

Originally posted by xingorjin


“You should know we’ve been fucking horrible.”

Word Count: 1,299

Genre: Angst

A/n:

Sorry, this took so long, I hope you enjoy this <3

|Part 1|~|Part 2|~|Part 4|~|Part 5|

“The saddest thing is that we fell apart so suddenly even though we did everything right.”  

“Hyung please!” Jungkook screamed at Jin.

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More Public Au: So I didn’t really have a story for this Au I just liked to thinking up scenes to draw but while biking I got the idea that in this Au nations have never married, dated, done anything really romantically that didn’t have to deal with treaties, or royal families.

 So when the rumor mill gets started up about that America and England could be dating just because. Citizens from both nations try to encourage it to happen to make history with actions like buying each other goods, vacationing in each other’s nations, talking over social media. Though there are those who don’t like the idea of nations dating (isolationists , homophobs, people who think see the personifications as people and think the public should leave them alone and so on.) 

Though no one knows if the citizens efforts have any effect on the personifications since this is the first time it’s be tired on a significant scale.