were close again

It’s fucking pathetic that after so long, I still would do anything for you to want me again.

Movies Meme: [3/5] Relationships → Troy Bolton & Gabriella Montez (High School Musical Triology)
↳ “ Like the first time together, remember… Like kindergarten.”


Sometimes it makes things hard, but Kuroo doesn’t really mind

“…and Kamui just smiled and started talking to me.”

aka the childhood friends trope kills me someone talk to me about these two

“It’s…difficult to explain. It’s…it’s like…I think it’s as though everyone has a small place inside themselves, maybe, a private bit that they keep to themselves. It’s like a little fortress, where the most private part of you lives—maybe it’s your soul, maybe just that bit that makes you yourself and not anyone else.” His tongue probed his swollen lip unconsciously as he thought.
“You don’t show that bit of yourself to anyone, usually, unless sometimes to someone that ye love greatly.” The hand relaxed, curling around my knee. Jamie’s eyes were closed again, lids sealed against the light.
“Now, it’s like…like my own fortress has been blown up with gunpowder—there’s nothing left of it but ashes and a smoking rooftree, and the little naked thing that lived there once is out in the open, squeaking and whimpering in fear, tryin’ to hide itself under a blade of grass or a bit o’ leaf, but…but not…makin’ m-much of a job of it.” His voice broke, and he turned his head so that his face was hidden in my skirt. Helpless, I could do nothing but stroke his hair.”

- Outlander

btswifi  asked:

BTS reaction to them accidentally hitting their girlfriend or pushing her off the bed when they are sleeping thank you~ ❤

Jin: He’d startle awake as soon as he heard the ‘thump’ of you hitting the floor. “Awah, Jagiya, what…” Peering over the side of the bed, he’d blink and with a lot of concern ask why you were lying on the ground. When told he kicked you off the bed, Jin would get red and sputter indignantly about how that was impossible… and then three seconds later be fussing over you, helping you up, asking if you need anything and swearing that it’ll never happen again. Not that he’d been the culprit or anything. 

Suga: With a yawn, he’d roll over and accidentally smack you in the face. When he heard your yelp, one eye would slide open, checking to see if you were okay, before closing again when nothing seemed broken. When you complained, he’d say nothing for a long moment. Just when you were about to give up and go back to sleep, Yoongi would stir and then reach out, pulling you closer. Drowsily pressing a few kisses to your neck, he'd then murmur against your ear, “Want me to make it up to you?“ 

J-Hope: A very restless sleeper, this wouldn’t be the first time he woke up to you collapsed on the floor. Fighting his urge to laugh - he could tell you weren’t hurt by your scowl - Hoseok would reach out and pull you back onto the bed in one smooth motion. “Ah, sorry, sorry! Maybe we should start putting pillows on your side of the floor.” You smacking his shoulder wouldn’t erase his unrepentant grin, and when he pulled you against his warm chest into an apologetic hug, you couldn’t help but forgive him. 

Rap Monster: His destructive tendencies wouldn’t change when you two are sleeping, and he’d constantly elbow and kick you. One particularly bad night, when you’re threatening to go sleep on the couch, Namjoon would grab your hand, holding it tight. “I’m very sorry. I think I worry about you so much in my sleep that I can’t help but to reach out to you. I’m trying to hold you, not hit you. I promise.” You’d resist his incredibly earnest smile for all of five seconds before sighing and curling up against him. Maybe if you slept closer he wouldn’t flail as much.

Jimin: Embarrassed and flustered as you gingerly touch your slightly swollen cheek, he’d run around the house getting you whatever you wanted. Having never accidentally smacked you in his sleep before - normally he sleeps curled up in a ball - Jimin would feel very horrible and apologize repeatedly. In the end, you’d probably end up comforting him more than he comforts you, holding each other and reassuring him that you’re totally fine before you drift back to sleep. He would stay up for awhile longer, still stressing, but eventually your warmth would pull him to sleep as well.  

V: Honestly, you’re never entirely sure if it’s an accident or not when you find yourself abruptly kicked out of bed halfway through the night. Peeking over the side and staring down at you, Taehyung would ask, very seriously, if the floor is more comfortable than the bed. And usually before you can reply or protest, he’d jump down and join you, pulling most of the covers and pillows with him. After some complaining, you’d give in and help him set up the blankets, and fall back asleep with his arms wrapped around you, feeling like you’re at a sleep over - which is, you’re sure, exactly what he planned.

Jungkook: When he accidentally elbowed you he wouldn’t wake up, but your annoyed sound would have him slowly stirring. Turning to see what was wrong and quickly realizing what had happened, Jungkook would freeze, his mouth slightly open. “Oh - ah - I didn’t mean - I’m sorry!” Your laugh would quickly reassure him, and he’d pull you closer, nuzzling against your neck and not saying anything else. The next day, when you woke up, there’d be no one in bed but he’d have a small gift waiting on the bedside table, food or a flower or something. 

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

**Ahhh, I think they’d all be so cute about accidentally waking you up, each in their own way. That was really fun to write! Thanks so much for requesting, and feel free to ask for something else!**

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sassandsmiles  asked:

How did you go about getting an editor for your books? Like... how does one do that?

Well, I can only speak about how things are done in Québec.

First, I went and scouted bookstores to see who published books like mine. (Mine is historical fantasy, and you don’t have many publishers who do fantasy). Since I used to work in bookstores, that made my task easier- Once you know where to look, you only note down the names :)

Then, I checked the publishers online. Each publisher has a way of contacting them, and they will usually put on the website how to send your stories (pdf? paper? how many words min and max?).

I also went to the Montréal Book Fair, each year, and walked around looking for books that were close to mine - again, historical fantasy. Usually big publishers won’t have responsible people there, but the small ones will be maned by the owner/publisher/person who picks the stories. I made a lot of contacts, asked a lot of questions, took a lot of calling card. This step sometimes require to actually buy the book from the publisher? Oh well.

After picking a couple of places and preparing my copies of the novel, I sent them through mail. Since what they asked was expensive (500 pages one sided and interligne double) I sent three at the same time, no more.

And waited.

And waited.

You gotta keep living, you know. And doing other things. Having other projects helps.

And a good attitude too, because then you won’t be heartbroken when the refusal letter arrive in three months.

You stack them and pin them next to your desk, thinking ‘I can still do this’. 

Then I sent three more. And waited.

I took a year or so? But at some point I got an email - not even a letter- from one of them. Saying they liked the story, they would like to meet me.

I met my nice-publisher-lady at a café, we talked for two hours, she gave me pointers and I spent the next year rewriting my story. And sent it again. And at that point, she said it was ready to be signed. (Actually they don’t work with authors before a contract? But I guess I’m just that special? Or my story needed more work than the other ones but I still got something there, lol).

The contract is now signed. She’ll send me the final small adjustments and corrections in two weeks, I’ll get two months to do them. After that, it’s up to them to correct it, build it, illustrate it, announce it. And I guess that next year, in Spring, my novel will exist for real.

What you need to take from all this is:

- Patience. There are a LOT of publishers and they get SO MANY STORIES. You probably won’t get an answer. Keep trying.

- Work. Writing a story is 99% editing. You don’t write for yourself, you write for other people. You will need to consider this as wok, the hardest work in your life.

- Spark. Why is your book better than the other millions that get written each year? How will you attract the attention of a publisher?

- Connections. It never hurts to know someone inside. 

If you, or anyone reading this, is hoping to publish a story, I wish ‘good luck, and keep hope!!’. It’s a hard process, you need to keep writing, editing, and believing in your story. 

Coping Part 3

Your name: submit What is this?

Chuck x Reader

Part 1: http://letmewriteyourlove.tumblr.com/post/138187830246/coping

Part 2: http://letmewriteyourlove.tumblr.com/post/138580892921/coping-pt-2

“What do you mean, gone?” You asked quickly, your brows knit together in fear. Chuck didn’t respond, a grimace on his face. “Hey! Chuck! What do you mean?” You shouted, gripping him tighter. Then his eyes were closed again and he was muttering, his head shaking slightly.

“Chuck, come on!” You turned him, shifting his back to help him lean on the couch. You weren’t sure what to do; he was practically catatonic. Your fingers brushed over his cheek, a thin sheen of sweat across his forehead. “I don’t know,” He muttered, shaking his head again, barely coherent. “Sam jumped in a hole and Dean-” He was breathing heavily, his hand reaching for yours.

“Chuck, come on, stay with me. What about Dean?” “You’re so beautiful, Y/N. Don’t go, okay?” Normally you would have smiled at such a sweet remark, but you were trying to find out what exactly happened.

“Yes, Chuck, I’ll stay, but please try and focus here, okay? Dean; where is Dean?” You couldn’t believe that this was happening. And Sam, what did he mean by ‘jumped in a hole’? Your mind was wandering through anything in your extensive hunter knowledge that could possibly explain what he meant by that. A hole? Did he mean it literally? “Just wait.” Before you could ask Chuck what he meant your phone rang. You stood to retrieve it from the kitchen table, but his grip on you tightened. “You said you wouldn’t go!” “Chuck, please, I’ll be right back I’m just getting my phone.” You promised, tearing your wrist out of his hand. Chuck was nearly delirious, shifting back with his hands moving to his temples.

You snatched your phone up hurriedly, Castiel’s name across the screen. “Hello?” You said shakily, answering nervously. “Y/N, are you with the prophet?” That was Castiel. Getting right down to business. “Yes, why? Where’s Sam and Dean?” “You need to run. Get to the bunker. Gabriel is gone.” Your eyes widened in worry. With Chuck’s archangel gone, you were exposed and completely defenseless. “They’re coming for you. Run, Y/N. Get Chuck and run.” The line went dead.

“God damnit, Cas!” You ran back to Chuck’s side and grabbed his arm, trying to force him to his feet. “Chuck please, we need to go.” He tried to follow you, but his limbs were a bit stiff, the pain from his episode still evident in his eyes. You sat him on the couch and ran upstairs, throwing all of your belongings into your bag as quickly as you could. You grabbed Chuck’s laptop and some clothes and threw them into another bag and threw it over your shoulder. You hurried back downstairs and Chuck was sitting up, which was a good sign.

“Chuck, are you okay? We need to go.” He just nodded, doing his best to stand. You grabbed what you assumed were car keys and ran out to his car, throwing your shit in the back seat. You went back inside to retrieve him. You tugged his arm around you and helped him hobble out to the car, then stuck him in the passenger’s seat and whipped around and climbed into the driver’s side.

You peeled out of the driveway and sped off towards the bunker. You glanced over at him, his hands running over his face. You weren’t sure what to do. Should you say something? You’d only spent two days with this man, and you’d already experienced so many traumas by his side.

“Are you okay?” You finally asked. “Yeah, I’m sorry. About all that. Kind of embarrassing, but that’s the worst one I’ve ever had.” You shook your head but kept your eyes on the road. “Don’t apologize. We just needed to go. I’m sorry I rushed you. I packed some stuff for you; I just hope I didn’t forget anything important.”

Oh, fuck.

You stopped the car, your eyes wide in fear. You grabbed your duffel bag, throwing its contents around, desperately searching. “We have to go back.” Before Chuck could respond you did a rather reckless U- turn, the tires screeching noisily. “What did you forget?” He asked, his arms gripping the walls of the car in an effort to brace himself.

“The picture, I forgot the picture, it was on the coffee table.” He was staring at you, a bit of confusion on his face. You drove dangerously fast, every fiber of your being telling you that returning was a mistake. But you couldn’t leave that picture behind. It was the only one you had. “Y/N, I don’t know what’s inside the house. It could be angels or demons or friggin Knights of Hell, this is dangerous this is-” “It’s all I have, Chuck.” You told him, refusing to let your voice shake. “Drive fast.” He answered with a curt nod. And you did. You drove like the wind, the green grass and modest houses whipping by the window in a whirl. You decided you liked Chuck a lot. Perhaps no one else would have encouraged you to turn around and go back. But Chuck was the only one that knew how important that stupid little picture was to you. A few moments later you pulled into the driveway. You snatched the angel blade from your bag and took off, striding into the house.

You thrust the door open and entered the with your mind in a frenzy, your eyes surveying the room for any possible intruders. You didn’t see anyone. Carefully you made your way into the living room, sure not to make a sound. There could be nothing in the house, or something could be upstairs, looking for any clue as to where you and Chuck were headed. You grabbed the frame, relieved it was there and that you had remembered before you got too far to turn back. “Where the hell could they have gone?” Your heart pounded in your chest. You were not alone. You made a break for the door, eager to get to Chuck and get the hell out of there.

You sprinted out of the creaky door, convinced whoever had been in the house would be after you in a second. You jumped into the car and tossed the frame to Chuck. Thankfully he caught it, and again you took off, speeding down the road, all caution thrown to the wind. You couldn’t believe you’d made it out of there without being caught.

“Uh, Y/N-” Chuck stammered, his arm nudging yours. “We’ve got company.” You glanced in the rearview mirror, and a couple hundred feet behind you was a black car, gaining speed and fast. “Shit,” You murmured, your mind trying to come up with some sort of strategy to leave those assholes in the dust.

“Chuck, get my phone. Call Cas,” You instructed, your eyes darting from the mirror to the road. You weren’t sure if there was another archangel that would come to your aid if you were in serious trouble. You knew Lucifer wasn’t likely to help, Michael also seemed to be occupied, and with Gabriel missing, Raphael was your last hope. Aside from Castiel, that is. Thankfully, he answered. “Y/N, I told you-” “Cas I don’t have time, I need your help. Someone’s tailing us.” “You didn’t leave when I instructed.” You weren’t sure if he was asking a question or merely stating the obvious. You could hear the reluctance in his voice. He seemed almost irritated. “Where’s Dean? Is he okay?” You asked, remembering the unanswered questions you had. He sighed.

“I’ll take care of the people after you. Just get to the bunker. I’ll explain there.” Again, he hung up. You rolled your eyes and focused on the road, annoyed with the mysteriousness that always seemed to loom around Cas.

“We’ll be fine.” Chuck said, nodding his head. You glanced at him, his eyes were on you. You almost laughed; Chuck was trying to reassure you. “I know, Chuck.” You replied, staying fixed on the task at hand- arriving safely. “The bunker’s the safest place on Earth. If we can get there, we’ll be fine. It’s just kind of a long drive.” You said, thinking things over in your head.

“We’ve got a bunch of spare rooms, and it’s not exactly home-y, it’s more like a sterile war center, except for Dean’s room it’s a mess. I keep telling him he needs to clean it and he swears he’s going to, but it’s been months and he hasn’t done a thing. I do his laundry, and it’s like he does it just to spite me.” You said, a smile pulling at your lips at the thought.

“Dean, just clean your room. It’s a mess.” You had instructed in your best mom voice, hands on your hips. “It’s my room, what do you care?” Sam would roll his eyebrows and stand a foot or so behind you, nodding in agreement. “She’s right Dean, it’s gross.” “You’ve got all your frilly yoga shit in the gym, you don’t see me complaining.” Dean responded, a smug grin on his face. “That sounded like a complaint.” Sam retorted, turning back to the food he had been preparing.

You prayed that wouldn’t be the last time you could tease Dean about his room. You shook your head and returned to the present.

“Anyway, it takes some getting used to, but I think you’ll like it.” You glanced at him and he was grinning. “What?” You asked, curious as to what he could possibly think was so damn funny. “I’ve seen the bunker before, Y/N.” He said simply, a twinkle in his blue eyes. “Oh, right.” You said stupidly. Of course he’d seen the bunker, he was just humoring you.

“Looks like we better thank Cas.” He said, checking the road behind you. You looked; Chuck was right, they were gone. You had no idea what Cas did, but you were thankful. You couldn’t believe you hadn’t noticed their disappearance. Had you been that caught up in your stupid memories? Oh well. You continued down the road eager to reach the bunker with Chuck in one piece.

“So do you… Do you know where Dean is?” You carefully asked. He shrugged. “I don’t know. He… he was in pretty bad shape when Sam left.” You looked at him in confusion.

“Yeah, and that’s another thing, where is Sam? You said he jumped in a hole? What the hell does that mean?” He sighed and avoided your gaze. You thought you had a right to know. After all, Chuck knew pretty much everything about you; it wouldn’t hurt him to share. Your mind was wandering, trying to come up with any explanation as to what he could have seen. And the longer you thought, the more horrifying the circumstances became.

“I don’t know, Y/N, I see everything in fragments. It takes time to make sense of it all. He and Adam-” You nearly brought the car to a dead stop. “Adam? Milligan? What the hell!” Chuck stayed quiet. He gnawed on his lip, trying to find something to say, but he couldn’t come up with anything. You wanted to scream, the anger building in your chest. Adam Milligan- more of a Winchester than you? Please.
You clenched the wheel a bit tighter, ready to get back to the bunker, make sure the boys were alright, and drink yourself silly. You were sure they’d be there; you’d swing the bunker door open and Dean and Sam would be lounging on the couch, bickering about which Transformer was clearly the coolest. You turned some music on hoping it could distract you from your overly optimistic mind.

“You better get back panic attack, it’s always the same thing with me,” You furrowed your brow at the husky voice, trying to place it. Quickly, Chuck switched to the radio. You looked at him in confusion. “What was that?” You questioned, a smirk creeping over your lips.

“It’s stupid, before I started writing I was in this band, but after I started getting visions it just got too hard to keep doing it.” You switched back to the CD, eager to hear it. God, as if you didn’t think Chuck was attractive before, his voice just further affirmed the attraction. It was raspy and sexy and damn you wanted to jump his bones; and perhaps you would have if you weren’t convinced Sam and Dean’s lives were in danger.
“It’s good.” You told him after clearing your throat, trying to hide the want in your voice. He looked over at you, smiling genuinely. “I’m glad.”

You listened to three of his albums. You were kind of obsessed. It made the drive home practically fly by. About an hour or so after nightfall Chuck was out like a light and you were relieved. You hadn’t seen him sleep at all since you’d gotten to his place. Finally once you entered Kansas you felt a bit more at ease. You were only about two hours away from the bunker, and all you wanted to do was curl up in bed. Except you couldn’t imagine being in the bunker without some classic rock drifting down the halls, or Sam pressuring you into joining him on a run. (“Why run if nothing’s chasing us, Sammy?”)

You pulled up to the mischievous door in the middle of Lebanon, your heart warming at the sight of it. You turned to Chuck whom was still fast asleep, one of your jackets covering his arms as a makeshift blanket. “Chuck” You whispered, stroking his arm softly. “Chuck, come on. We’re home.” His eyes blinked open tiredly. “What?” He asked quietly, focusing on you.

“We’re home. Let’s get inside.” You told him again. Unable to resist you ran your fingers through his soft, curly hair. “Okay.” He agreed groggily. You took his bag from the bag and then gathered your things from the front, sure to grab your family photo. Chuck waited patiently outside the door, and in a second you were there, unlocking the door. He insisted on taking his things from you, although his eyes were barely open.

“You can stay in my room, Chuck.” You stated as you pressed the door open and helped him inside. The lights were on; the bunker looked exactly as you had left it. “Where are you going to sleep?” He inquired, only moving inside after you had.

“I’m not going to, I need to be up if Cas comes by. Or Sam or Dean.” Chuck shook his head.

“What good are you to them burned out?” You locked the door behind you and threw a line of salt over it for good measure. “Don’t worry about me, okay? Let’s get you to bed.” You said, taking his arm and leading him to your room. “Okay.” He reluctantly agreed. You ushered him down the hall and to your room, helping him along. You got him under the covers and tucked him in; thankful you’d made it home safe. “Goodnight, Y/N. I love you,” He muttered tiredly, his eyes already falling closed.

You grinned. “Goodnight, Chuck. Sleep well.” You turned and left, flicking the lights out as you went. Before you could stop yourself you were wandering down the hall and to Dean’s room. You missed him. He’d only been away from you a few days and yet, you couldn’t help but feel like you hadn’t seen him in months. And just as you had thought, his room was an absolute mess. You fell onto his bed, taking in his scent. You loved Sam every bit as much as Dean, but there was a sort of bond between you and Dean that was so natural. Maybe it was the way he carried himself or the way he looked at you and Sam, but you looked up to him.
Once you tore yourself away from Dean’s room you wandered to Sam’s. It was neat and tidy, as it always was. Disregarding the cleanliness of it, you sprawled yourself across his bed as well. It smelled crisp and cool, comforting against your skin. “Where are you Sam?” You muttered absently, your mind still trying to figure out where he could have gone.
When you opened your eyes, you saw Cas standing in the doorway.

“Jeez Cas!” You whisper-yelled, sitting up at the sight of him. You hadn’t even heard the flutter of his wings; how tired were you? “I didn’t mean to startle you, Y/N.” He apologized, his voice rough and informal as usual. “It’s fine. Can you tell me what the hell happened? Where are the boys and who was chasing us?” Cas walked farther into the room and looked between you and the bed for a moment. Finally, he sat beside you.

“Sam’s in Hell with Adam. Or should I say Lucifer is in Hell with Michael. And Dean- I can’t locate him.” Had you heard him correctly? Sam was in Hell? As a vessel? You only knew about Hell from the stories Dean had told you and the thought of Sam being there made your blood curdle. “The angels were after you. They think Chuck knows a way out of this. They think he knows where God is.” You shook your head. “What are they going to do to him?” You questioned, fear evident in your voice. After losing tabs on Sam and Dean the last thing you wanted was to lose Chuck too.

“Probably torture him. Insert nails into his skull, something to that effect. We told you you were supposed to keep him safe. What was worth risking your lives for? Why did you go back to the house?” Castiel asked serious curiosity in his voice. You smiled gently and turned to meet his icy blue stare.

“You, Cas. You and Sam and Dean. I forgot our picture. I’m sorry, I know it was irresponsible but I couldn’t just leave it behind.” If you could go back in time you’d do it again. Chuc was sleeping soundly in the next room and that was all that mattered. “I understand.” Cas agreed, nodding slightly. “For what it’s worth Y/N, I’m sorry. I wish this wasn’t happening.” You chuckled sarcastically. “You and I both, Cas.”

“I should be going.” He told you, raising to his feet.

“I’ve got to find Dean. Stay here. I’ll come back as often as I can.” He promised. You believed him. You stood as well, reluctant to let him go, but you knew you had to.

You pulled him into a hug, your arms winding tightly around his stiff frame. After just a moment, he reciprocated, closing his arms snugly around you, holding you close to his strong chest. You loved his hugs. They were always a bit unsure at first, but as soon as he felt the warmth he held you firmly.

“Stay safe Cas.” You told him, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. He flushed a light pink at the tender moment, and did his best to hide it by clearing his throat.

“I will Y/N. You too. I’ll be back soon.” You gave him an extra tight squeeze, wishing with all your might that you didn’t have to let go. “I’ll be back.” He promised again, sensing your pause.

“Right, yeah.” You agreed, releasing him. He wiped a tear off your cheek that you hadn’t even realized had fallen. With a curt nod and a flutter of his wings he was gone.

The silence was deafening. You felt so useless confined to the bunker. You went back to your room and crawled in bed with Chuck, desperate to not be alone. Almost automatically, he wrapped an arm around you and held you against him. It felt safe. It felt so right, like you were home. You let your eyes drift closed, your last thought before falling asleep were his words to you.

“Goodnight, Y/N. I love you.”

Replace Novel VI Ch 4 ”海を渡った「キセキ」” (A Miracle That Crossed the Ocean) English Translation Part 7 of 13

Over halfway done with this chapter! We’re actually just reaching the climax and the end for both this and the Seirin chapter!!!

In this chapter, Aomine talks with Kuroko about his doubts about playing against Tiki. It’s Bruh Time. 

Next Update: Seirin Next Generation Parts 6-7
For the last part of practice Seirin holds a practice match between the second and third years, then Riko switches Koga out with Asahina….

Upcoming chapter: Replace Novel VI Ch 3 “旅立ちの時” (Time of Departure)
Seirin’s chapter is almost finished so I’ll announce the next chapter I’ll translate! Yes this is the chapter with the picture of Midorima playing the piano for graduation. In this chapter not only does it feature Shuutoku’s graduation, but also Kaijo, Touou, Yosen, and Rakuzan’s graduations as well. I’m sure many people would be interested in the GoM sending off their third year senpais. 

And now it’s Bruh Time

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What The Hell (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: Ok this wasn’t a request, I just watched Gossip Girl and the scene where Dan and Serena get stuck in an elevator really inspired me so yeah. If you want a part 2, just tell me :)

Warnings: Swearing, possible rejection (?)

Word Count: 968

Originally posted by tomhollanddaily


“Hey could you hold the door please!” You heard someone shout just when the elevator’s doors were nearly closed. You quickly put your arm between the door and it automatically opened again.  You rolled your eyes, seeing the person who wanted you to hold the door was Peter Parker. His reaction wasn’t different from yours. He silently sighed and got into the elevator. The doors were closed once again. You and Peter had always been in a fight. Whether it was about being the first in biology class or who was the more attractive one. Although you hated to admit, you were deeply in love with him. In fact, you were trying too hard not to kiss him out of nowhere. You were in a competition with him only because to get his attention.

Despite the elevator music playing in the background, it was dead silent. After a few seconds Peter started humming a song, just to avoid the awkwardness, which made the situation worse. You gritted your teeth impatiently, waiting for him to stop. After a few more seconds, he was still humming that stupid song so you told him, with a visibly annoyed voice,: “Can you stop?” Peter turned around to face you, he was actually surprised: “Look, I know you ‘hate’ me but you don’t have to be a dick the whole time, you know that, right?” He smirked. You sighed and murmured “This is the longest elevator trip I have ever had. How hard could it be to get to the sixth-“

Before you could finish your sentence, you felt the ground shaking and the elevator’s lights went out, except the blue one for emergency situations. Peter closed his eyes and mumbled: “Shit.” You yelled: “What the hell?!” at the same time, shocked and scared by the situation. “I think the electricity went out, don’t worry, I will call the service” He pulled his phone out and dialed a number. A few moments later, Peter told the situation and kept saying “Okay, fine.”

You looked up at him with a questioning gaze. He put his phone back to his pockets and started humming that stupid song again. “So?!” you asked impatiently. He didn’t understand at first then he said: “Oh! They said service will be here in twenty minutes,” he explained. You threw your hands up and yelled: “Oh my god. I’m the luckiest person on earth. Stuck in the elevator with Peter Parker. For fricking twenty damn minutes!” He rolled his eyes: “Don’t worry, I’ll enjoy this twenty minutes as much as you enjoy it.”

Although you were the one who attacked at first, every time Peter made a mark about you like this, your heart was broken. You knew your method of getting his attention was the worst but there were no options left for you, it was too late. You sighed at your thoughts and sat on the ground, leaning your back to the wall. “Seriously, how did we even start fighting in the first place?” you asked, knowing the answer already, you started it. However, it was the only way to have a conversation with him. He turned around, his eyes wide open: “Are you serious? You attacked me first. In fact, every damn time you start the fight. I never wanted to be in a competition with you. Why would I want such thing? I’m just trying to live my life here and suddenly you come out of nowhere and ruin everything!” He came closer to you and you were now standing up, inches between you two. His face was red out of anger and he was panting, barely breathing. Now, you were really hurt. You thought he found these arguments and competitions with you entertaining at least but now he was basically yelling at you about how you ruined his life. As much as you just wanted to kiss him right there, you didn’t want to be humiliated so you fought back: “Oh really? Who do you think you are Parker? How dare you play the innocent one, while you weren’t a less of me! I’m pretty sure you damaged my life as much as I did to yours!” Your face was red now too and you tried really hard not to sound shakily. Although you have succeeded, the second you finished your sentence, tears were all over your face. Now, Peter was staring down at you with sorry eyes, while you were desperately trying to wipe the tears off. He tried to grab your arm and whispered: “I’m sorr-“

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you hissed and pushed his hand off. He was actually shocked about your reaction since he was basically going to declare peace between you two, now he was as pissed as you were. “I don’t understand a thing you do or say anymore Y/N! Stop confusing me with all your shit and just get away from my life as far as possible!” He shook his head then he turned around and checked his watch. “You are so oblivious,” you mumbled, still crying softly. You crossed your arms and he turned around to face you. “What are you talking about?”  You didn’t answer him regretting the thing you said You couldn’t just confess your love right there, it was not easy but Peter hadn’t had a single clue about it. He was staring down at you impatiently. Then he rolled his eyes and came really close to you, your noses were nearly touching: “Just stop it okay? I don’t want to deal-“ You kissed him. It was not just a peck on the lips, you really kissed him, passionately. His eyes were wide open, whereas yours were shut. Before you could understand what you were doing, he broke the kiss and yelled: “What the hell?!”

Momo at ISAC today

Momo fell asleep. Woken up by Nayeon

Momo fell asleep again. Woken up by the cheers of fans

Momo fell asleep again for the 3rd time. Woken up by the signal gunshot

Momo fell asleep again for the 4th time. She was staying still for a long time so a fan looked through binoculars and Momo’s eyes were closed

Momo fell asleep again for the 5th time. This time, she’s using Tzuyu’s back as a pillow.


The moment they knew

Hey, Sastiel Love Week anon here for Day 2 C:

Even if Cas and Sam had grown closer after the whole Gadreel reveal, they were never that close again.

Handling Dean with the Mark of Cain, sorting out Heaven and Metatron - it made things tough for Sam and Cas to be together. Sam doubted if Cas was really that into him. The kiss back in the infirmary felt like it happened to a different person.

Especially after Dean dies.

But when they finally get Dean back and cured of being a demon? That first night with all three of them in the Bunker?

Sam gets a bit drunk, finds Cas in the map room and makes out with him. Eagerness increasing with each kiss.

And that’s when he knows for sure that Cas wants this, because he’s still there after everything that happened.

He’s still there, asking Sam to straddle his lap on the map table, being careful of his shoulder, and making the most unsightly sounds as they kiss and grind into each other. Sounds that make Sam’s toes curl and want furl low in his belly.

Sam wakes up the following morning in his own bed, hungover and with the most kiss swollen lips he’s ever had.

When Cas says in the morning, coffee and aspirin in hand:

“I love you, Sam.”

And Sam says, “I love you too, Cas.”

They both know.